“I saw a werewolf drinkin’ a Pina Colada at Trader Vic’s, his hair was perfect”

-Werewolves of London, Warren Zevon

The lining of Valeria’s coffin was a soft red velvet, exquisitely crafted and so fine that even diminished to handheld size it felt incredible, which was good since Brendan was being forced into it rather had by an alternating pair of pale feet.

“Unf, that feels good,” Valeria muttered, sighing in pleasure as she pressed the soles of her feet down on him, grinding him against the side of the coffin and using him almost like a massage ball for her bare arches.

She’d withdrawn to her coffin as the sun began to come up, stripping down to a lacy red bra and panty set that set elegantly against her milky flesh. She’d tossed him at the end of her “bed,” and had been idly playing with him using her feet for the last few minutes.

Brendan grunted as her left foot shifted off of him, giving her right a turn, the wrinkled skin of her soles almost as soft as the velvet coffin lining they were pressing him into, no doubt the result of hovering around so often rather than walking. He wondered suddenly if she sweated, as it was there was a slightly oily feel to her feet that brushed off on him, leaving a scent he couldn’t quite place, not unlike allspice or nutmeg.

He groaned himself as her sole slid slowly up him, twisting him and using his body to press against her foot as she continued using his entire body to massage herself. He was naked, of course, Valeria rarely let him stay clothed for long once she had him tiny, and the constant motion of the silky skin of her feet over his entire body left him in a state of euphoria where he wasn’t sure he could even string two words together.

Valeria hummed happily to herself, sliding her foot slowly up the velvet lining, dragging her tiny familiar with it and causing the slightest squeak of pleasure to escape between her toes.

She smiled, propping her head up on a small pillow to observe him as the flickering candlelight bathed them both.

“Vhat, do you like the vay my feet feel Brendan?” she giggled as she let her foot grind him against the coffin’s base again, driving him back downward while still keeping him pinned to the luxurious lining. “They live the vay you feel…” She grinned as she pressed slightly harder, upping the pressure on his body until he grunted as her foot rolled over him.

“It is good to see you have no reservations about being at my feet,” Valeria teased, “you vill spend much time there…” her fangs flashed as she lifted her foot off him, pinning her again with her other before he could fall, “perhaps you vould like to spend some time in my shoes? Keeping you close vould let me feed off you more easily, and you vould get to spend more time vith my toes, since you seem to love them so…”

He spasmed suddenly, and Valeria’s eyes shot up in surprise as she felt the slightest drop of something wet spray from him and across her bare feet. He glanced up at her, his red face framed by her toes as embarrassment and pleasure fought for dominance on his face. He hissed as he finished, arousal winning the fight as Valeria’s smug expression filled his mind in the final moments of orgasm.

“You came on my feet,” Valeria proclaimed haughtily, fighting a laugh as a wide grin exposed her fangs.

“S-Sorry,” he tried to mutter, still pinned against the red velvet lining.

“Oh, the poor little human is so infatuated vith his master that he is undone at the mere touch of her feet?” Valeria cooed teasingly, leaning up to get a good look at him as he struggled beneath her sole, “It is only natural I suppose, many familiars find themselves… similarly affected.” Her golden eyes focused on him and shimmered as mischievous thoughts filled her mind, “you vill definitely be spending some time in my shoes now though…”

He gulped nervously, “Uh, Valeria-“

“Not tonight of course,” she said, waving her hand dismissively and cutting him off, “The sun is nearly risen,” she glanced at the curtains, where the dawn rays were beginning to creep around the sides of the blackout sheets she hung in her room. “I am tired,” she yawned, reaching down and grabbing his body with her hand as she released her foot’s hold on him.

Almost casually she tossed his tiny body out of the coffin, and he screamed and flailed for a moment at what was, to him, a fifty foot drop, but he blinked and he was full size, landing on the carpeted floor with a thump, still naked of course, but no longer tiny at least.

“Thanks,” he said, standing up and peering into her coffin, “no waiting to regrow tonight?”

“I kept you longer than I should,” she yawned, laying down against her pillow, “vhile I normally simply consume your essence, I held on to some so you vould be able to leave at daybreak.” She closed her eyes, a sleep expression coming over her face as she settled down onto her pillow.

“Thanks,” Brendan said, glancing in a corner where the vampire had thrown his clothing earlier, like him they’d returned to full size. “What happens if you go out in the sun?” he asked quietly, looking at the brightening world beyond the blackout curtains. He paused, “do you… do you glitter?”

She opened a tired eye, trying to judge if he was mocking her, “No, vhy vould I glitter? It vould hurt me badly, I could die if I stay in it too long…”

Fucking idiot, he chastised himself, asking about the glitter, “Do you want me to maybe move your coffin into the basement or something?” he offered.

“No,” she said with a slight hum to her voice as she closed her eye again, “I like to fly out when I vake up, and the basement is unfurnished, vould be like sleeping in a crypt…”

“Ah, I got it,” he nodded, “well, goodnight…”

“Good day,” Brendan, she whispered, sleeping already taking her as Brendan slowly closed her coffin’s lid.

He felt a little bit of tiredness creeping up on him too as he went to get his clothing, dressing himself in the silence of the vampire’s master bedroom. Working… was that the right term? Working, for Valeria had wrecked his sleep schedule, and he often found himself crashing as soon as his classes were over and sleeping his afternoon away, waking only when the sun began to set.

He walked down the ornate staircase, admiring his work as he looked around the now cleaned and arranged house. It had taken the better part of the week he’d been serving Valeria, but he finally had the home looking suitable, and with a bit of work he’d managed to get Valeria the several modern conveniences she’d demanded, television, internet, and a phone hookup. He was still trying to convince her to get a cell phone, but it seemed his “eternal mistress” was stuck in the past on that regard.

“vhy vould I need a phone in my pocket, I have vun at home?” he mimicked her voice, laughing to himself as he headed out onto the driveway. His car waited for him, the body damage completely repaired along with several damaged components, while you couldn’t exactly pay a mechanic in ancient gold coins, he had been able to find a pawn shop broker willing to fence some of them at a decent price, giving him and Valeria a more modern source of currency both for his own needs, and utilities on her home.

And wasn’t that last one a doozy, he’d been shocked to find by going through his mistress’s mail that she was about a day from having the electricity turned off. Valeria seemed intelligent, but her lack of depth in dealing with the modern world made him wonder just how remote that home village she mentioned was.

The truth was he’d learned less about her than he would have liked, and though she seemed happy with his services as an assistant, was that what a familiar was at the end of the day? She hadn’t really told him much else about what she was doing in furtherance of her “mission,” the most he knew about that was that she would occasionally leave at night for hours, only telling him that she had “vork to be done,” or something equally cryptic.

He shrugged, if there were other monsters out there… did he really want to meet them? He chuckled to himself as he started his car, knowing the answer already…

…

Brendan walked into the house, surprised to see the TV on and Trent sprawled across the couch, a beer in his hand, “Hey,” he said, nodding as Brendan entered the living room.

“Hey,” Brendan greeted in return, “how’s the arm?”

“What, this?” Trent laughed lifting his bandaged forearm, “don’t worry about it, just a little dog bite is all, the rabies shots are way worse!”

Trent had been bitten by a dog “or something” during his shift at work back around the same time Brendan had started working for Valeria. He’d been gone a day or so, going to the hospital to get it treated, but he seemed no worse for the wear.

In fact, he honestly seemed… better, while he always had a larger build, now he had visible muscles under his thin shirt, and he’d let his facial hair grow out too, making Brendan wonder if he was trying to grow a beard.

“You want another beer?” a woman’s voice called from the kitchen. Brendan turned to see a short dark-skinned woman with short brown hair in a pixy cut saunter out of the kitchen, her muscular looking legs revealed by a pair of unseasonably short jean shorts and a tight shirt that gave her a slight midriff where Brendan could see the outline of abs.

“Oh hey Brendan,” Trent said, sitting up, “this is Lupe, we… met on campus earlier this week and we’ve kind of been… hanging out. Lupe this is my roommate Brendan.”

“Charmed,” she said with a coy smirk as she flopped herself across Brendan on the couch. “So, is the shrimp a night owl like us?”

Trent started when she called him “shrimp,” but didn’t say anything. Brendan raised an eyebrow at that, it was weird to see Trent so… deferential to someone.

“Yeah, I work nights now,” he said, ignoring the insult, “by the way, I can pick up my part of the rent and…” he glanced at Alex’s bedroom door, judging by the electronic light creeping underneath it she was awake, “I can take care of Alex’s too.”

The door cracked, as he’d suspected she’d been listening, “R-Really?” she squeaked, edging out, “I uh…” she gulped, “thanks, I know I’m being a burden but-“

“I’ll say!” Lupe laughed, “Trent tells me you’ve been mooching off him and…” she searched for Brendan’s name mentally while she gestured at him with her own beer bottle, “Brandy?” she smirked.

“Brendan,” he said, a little irritated.

“Brendan there, since you burned out,” Lupe took a swig of her drink, “when are you going to get back on the horse? Maybe thing about paying these two back a bit?”

Alex looked like a deer in the headlights, “uh…”

“Lupe leave her al-“ Trent started, but a quick look from the tiny woman cut him off, and he growled under his breath and looked away.

What the hell got into him? Brendan wondered, “hey, our living situation’s our own business,” Brendan said, “let’s just keep it light…” he gave a quick smile, “mind if I get one of those beers?” he didn’t really want one, but he hoped it might defuse the situation.

Lupe looked at him for a moment, then to Trent, who seemed uncomfortable, then smirked, “sure, Trent, get shrimpy a beer.”

Brendan blinked in surprise as Trent obeyed, pushing her legs off his lap with a sigh and walking to the kitchen.

What the hell? He thought again. He sighed, guess I’m not the only one who falls for the bad girls… He moved to sit on the chair next to the couch where Lupe and Trent had been, and suddenly her whole demeanor changed. She sniffed the air, then scooted away from him slightly, staring intently at the two small scars on the side of his neck.

“Hey,” she hissed, “what the hell happened to your neck?”

“I fell on a fork,” he lied, and it was a terrible lie too, but he didn’t know how else to explain the two small “fangmarks” on the side of his neck, while Valeria never actually bit him, they did seem more prominent after she’d fed.

“Those are weird,” Alex muttered, walking towards him. He raised an eyebrow as she walked to his chair, and then almost started as her fingers brushed over the pair of fangmarks. “You said a fork did this?” Alex asked skeptically.

“Clumsy me, I slipped while eating pasta,” he said with a phony laugh. Alex frowned, and Lupe was just glaring at him.

“What kind of pasta?” Alex asked quietly.

He licked his lips, “uh… macaroni and cheese?”

“No garlic?” Alex questioned.

“No,” he said, standing up, “look, I’ve been out all night, I’m going to bed, like I said Alex, don’t worry about rent this month, I’ve got it.” With that Brendan hurried towards his room.

Lupe for her part just let her gaze linger on Alex a moment, giving the girl a reserved grin. Alex tried to stand her ground, but a moment later her anxiety built too much, and with a squeaking goodbye she ran for her room too.

“Sorry about that,” Trent said, carrying a beer in, “the fridge was out so I had to go to the garage… hey, where’d everybody go?”

“Nevermind them,” Lupe said, “sit boy.”

Trent scowled, but sat back on the couch, letting her drape her legs back over him as she reached to take the beer he’d originally brought for Brendan. There was a quick flash of movement from her thumb, then the bottlecap flew off, and she took her first sip.

“You don’t need to be such a bitch to my friends,” he growled.

“Oh wow, calling me a bitch,” Lupe laughed, “never heard that one before, super original.” She took another swig of the beer, ignoring his scowl.

He growled angrily at her, his eyes flashing, but she just gave him a dismissive stare, “really?” she asked with a small smirk, “you remember what we already found out right? It’s not the size of the dog in the fight…”

“It’s the size of the fight in the dog…” Trent sighed.

“Bingo, pack alpha isn’t the biggest lug, she’s simply… the one who’s in charge, the one the others instinctively know to follow, just like you do.” She smirked and ran a finger across his grizzled face, “the beard’s coming in nicely,” she mused, “you know, maybe your friend Alex would like to join the two of us one of these nights?”

“Leave them alone,” Trent snarled.

“Relax, I was only kidding,” Lupe laughed, “besides, the one I really want to talk about is Brendan…”

“He’s a nice guy, but total pushover,” Trent sighed, “what about him?”

“You know that thing I told you was tracking us these last few nights? The thing that could fly?”

Trent frowned, “yeah?”

“He’s got its smell all over him,” Lupe said, growling slightly herself, “and he’s got his own bite mark on his neck… he’s spying for someone.”

“Brendan? I don’t think he’d do that…” he scowled, “but if a pretty girl asked him to… yeah, I guess he could be. What do we do? I don’t want him hurt.”

“Relax,” Lupe laughed, “once this mystery guest makes their move, they’ll learn real quick why you don’t mess with this pack’s turf. Hell I’ll practically be saving the poor guy…”

“Pack?” Trent asked suddenly.

“Duh, there’re two of us now!” she said, “now, let’s go to your room, I feel like you need a reminder on who the alpha is around here.” She giggled at how the big man swallowed suddenly, and as he got up she slapped his ass playfully. “Good boy,” she said, grinning wolfishly as the two of them retreated to the bedroom.

…

Alex was practically hyperventilating, she wasn’t stupid, she’d read countless supernatural young adult romance novels and easily recognized what was going on here. Her roommates had become… well, Brendan was clearly a vampire, and Trent’s sudden craving for rare meats and excess body hair didn’t bode well either.

She stopped a moment as a realization hit her, I’m the lonely unattractive girl, and two monsters just showed up! She squealed excitedly; this is it! They’re going to fight over who gets to romance me!

But would they? She stopped, her anxiety firing up again, what if they just want to eat me together!? It was possible…

You’re out of your depth, she realized, and she sighed angrily. She didn’t have anyone she could go to with this one either, her two usual friends were the problem, and if she tried to talk to her parents or siblings about this… well, between this and the dropping out of school they’d have her on the first bus back home… or to the nuthouse.

She turned to her computer and began typing, there was one place that always took whatever ridiculous complaints and rants she had seriously, one place where she could always get advice on the most asinine or insane problems.

Dear Reddit, she began, my roommates have become monsters, what do I do?

…

In the bowels of the faculty office building Doctors West and Stine had pushed their desks together, combining equipment and sharing notes as they schemed.

“So you’re certain that your serum will shrink a living organism, but otherwise leave it unharmed?” Dr. Stein asked, eyeing the glowing yellow liquid inside Dr. West’s syringe.

“It should,” she said defensively, “granted it can also possibly cause the target to… explode.”

“Explode?” Dr. Stein asked, a little too eagerly, and a grin of excitement rather than horror on her face.

“I think I’ve fixed it,” West said, “we’ll simply jab this Brendan boy, then when he’s a few inches tall and wondering what happened we’ll grab him and bring him down here for questioning and… analysis.”

“Why not simply go to the house where the energy is emanating from?” Stein asked, rubbing her chin with gloved fingers as the serum’s light reflected off her lab goggles.

“My experience with the… strange, suggests that it could be a creature that would present an immense danger,” West explained.

“Ah, they’ve got ghouls down in Arkham too?” Stein asked.

West sighed, “yes, but we don’t talk about them!” she hissed, “and whatever is on Wormwood Avenue isn’t a- one of those.”

“Hmm… yes, I see,” Stein muttered, “but I still have reservations, we only have one lead, and if we accidentally explode him that could increase the timetable for our research.”

“Agreed,” Dr. West said with a nod, “which is why we’re going to test it first.”

…

Howard Philips stared at his Biology paper, the bright red “D” across the front stinging his vision like the light of some ancient and terrible jungle pyre where half formed beasts of eldritch origin would dance to the drums of-

“Howard!” Dr. West snapped, bringing him out of his thoughts, “as you can see, this grade is completely unacceptable,” the black-haired woman explained to the nervous freshman. “If you don’t bring this up… I’m afraid you haven’t a chance of passing this course.”

Howard was perfect, he was a slightly thin freshman, extremely nervous and… well, West had noticed him staring at her a few times, a little crush on his professor might help sway him too, she decided.

“I uh…” he gulped, running a hand through his hair and looking at her, “w-well my major is literature and the sciences don’t really agree with me-“ He stopped, spotting Dr. Stein in the corner of the room, “what’s she doing here professor West?”

West eyed her co-conspirator, who gave her a broad grin and a thumbs up as she locked the empty classroom’s door.

“She’s helping me with an extra credit opportunity for struggling students,” West said with a smile. She bent over to reach for something in her bag, and Howard’s heart leapt as he saw a long syringe appear in her hand, one which she almost casually flicked the cap off of.

“Coast is clear!” Stein shouted, looking out the window.

“Excellent,” West grinned, walking around the desk to him, “you might feel a little pinch…”

“Wait, I never agreed to-“ he winced as the needle stuck his exposed arm, and a moment later he felt lightheaded. The world seemed to stretch, and he scrambled to hold on to the armrest of his chair as it seemed like his arms were getting shorter. His clothes billowed around him, threatening to trap him like hovering jellyfish as they collapsed over his diminishing form. He gave one final scream of terror before disappearing down the portal of his own shirtcollar.

“A stunning success,” West said smugly, looking down at the tiny bulge in the pool of clothing on the chair, one which was squirming in panic as she reached inside the shirt and drew out her prize.

Howard cried out in horror and embarrassment as he was dangled by one arm, naked, before the pair of enormous scientists. He tried to reach one hand down to cover himself, but West casually used a single finger to push his arm away.

“Now, now, none of that,” she chided, “I have to make sure everything stayed proportional…” she chuckled, leaning in and licking her lips as she took in his tiny body.

“I must say you chose well,” Dr. Stein said, coming to her side and running her own finger up the boy’s chest, “a fine physical specimen.

Howard gulped, feeling his erection rise under the stares of these giants. The constant poking and prodding… it was having a reaction, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Look at that!” Dr. Stein exclaimed, lifting her goggles to get a better look, “he’s aroused Helen! I wonder what it could be, perhaps he’s into older women? Maybe giant women? Or do you think he just likes being properly…” she giggled, “handled?”

“Oh god,” he muttered, his body going rigid as Stein’s finger dipped lower, slowly circling his erection.

“Well Howard?” West chuckled, shifting him so he was gripped in her palm, pushing Stein’s gloved finger away while her own naked one traced up his inner thigh, “is she right? Are you the sort of naughty boy who fantasizes about being helpless before a pair of ladies like us?”

He came almost instantly as her finger made contact, roiling in her palm as orgasm rocked his body. His cries of pleasure were drowned out as West playfully squeezed him, holding him perfectly still and making his rocking muscles quake that much harder while bliss washed over him.

“Y-Yes,” he breathed.

“Yes what?” West said, enjoying the feeling of the tiny man squirming in her grip.

“Yes I like being helpless!” he admitted, “t-to women like you.”

“Wow!” Stein said excitedly, “it’s a good thing that didn’t explode him, we’ve picked up a willing test subject and a new lab assistant!”

“A resounding success of an experiment,” West agreed with a smile, “well Howard, let me put you somewhere safe while that serum runs its course…” she gently brought him up to her white shirt collar, unbuttoning it slowly and letting him see her pale breasts. “I know you’ve been staring at these, when you think I wasn’t looking,” she said with a smile.

“I-I wasn’t I swear!” Howard protested as he was lowered into cup of the doctor’s bra.

“Liar,” West laughed, tucking him deep down, below her nipple, and slowly buttoning the shirt back up, sealing the tiny student in the darkness inside.

“Good show,” Stein laughed, “I can’t wait until the other one, Brendan, is looking up a the two of us like goddesses, trapped in his own clothes!”

“I know just where to keep him,” West chuckled, patting her breast and jiggling Howard’s prison. She let her low chuckle build into a laugh, then a roaring terrible evil cackle which Stein quickly joined in as the two of them imagined their victim’s capture.