He was going to kill Dr. Spots for this.

The vision spanning sole was almost still. The force pushing down on him, feeling like a truck. Like two trucks. It took everything to hold it off.
'What's wrong, Morpheus? You're not getting tired, are you?' Coaxed the gigantic wolf above him, the smirk on his face audible.

Dominion was enjoying this. He didn't even need to use his voice. Heck, he scarcely needed to push down. The hero, even at this size was amazingly resilient.. but all it would take, when he'd had his fun, was a single, simple step of his boot..

Normal rays, Morpheus could handle. Bunnification rays, laser-death rays, heck, even that weird foodening ray that Battering Ram had employed a couple of times, he could handle.
But -Shrink rays-?!
They'd deduced his skulking about the facilities, his disguise flawless, but his mindless drone imitation perhaps just a shade too mindful. He hadn't even seen the feline until that beam hit him in the back, and the most bizzare, warping sense of vertigo had sent him reeling to the floor.

It was a miracle he'd escaped the outstretched hands, and the outstepping boots of the minions scrambled to both fetch him, and swat him from the air like a gnat.
How many times had he been called that when he was regular sized?

He'd made his escape, thinking himself safe. He couldn't leave yet, not without the information he'd come from. Whisper had said it was one of the biggest heists to date, after all.

He'd discovered the file he needed in that canyon-sized office, thankful his ability to fly remained to him. But he'd grown so engrossed in what he read, he hadn't heard the bootsteps on the thick carpet, or the figure they belonged to, until a gloved hand gave an almost idle sweeping brush.
He'd toppled to the floor, barely catching himself from hitting it at top speed.

'Don't give up now.' Dominion chuckled as he licked his lips.
The boot slowly began to push harder. A third truck added to the pile, pushing the broad lugged sole against the hero's head, sinking him slowly to one knee as he shook with effort, trying avidly to push the wolf away, aside.
'Or..' Trailed the wolf's voice. Morpheus' eyes widened. He could feel the tingle of the villain's hypnotic voice in his ears and mind.
'Simply lay back.'

That jaguar was going to -pay-.

Art by the incredible  Nommz who you all should be watching and teasing with feet and things. <3
Dominion belongs to  Forest-wolf
Morpheus is of course, mine.