Gosh, I suck with titles.
Here's another piece of art from my backlog. I'll probably try to post the other pieces slowly over the rest of today and tomorrow to avoid art flood. Hope you enjoy the picture, and my crappy little short-story about why you shouldn't mess with magic mice :V

Art by the amazing  wom-bat
(If you like this one, make sure to give the original a fave: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17941913/ )

"Travelin' all alone? Thas' not very clever of you."
"Yeah, these are dangerous times... especially for lone mice."
The mouse stood completely still as the two wolves surrounded him. One blocked his way forward, arms crossed across his broad chest while the other had started to slowly circle him, getting closer with every step.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, so just let me pass and there won't be any." The mouse says, his fists slowly uncurling so he fingers could begin shaping out some subtle arcane gestures.

"Oh? And how, exactly are you going to go about causing any trouble, little mouse?"
"Its not like a pipsqueak like you could do a damn thing about one of us... Let alone two." The other wolf barks, his smirk showing an impressive set of predatory fangs, "So just 'and over your coin before we cause some trouble of our own."

"I-I wouldn't if I were you. I'm a mage." The mouse responds, his gestures speeding up a little. He starts to mutter under his breath, each arcane syllable causing the space around his fingertips to subtly twist and distort, as if the air had turned to clear water. Ripples of arcane energy coursed through the fabric of mundane reality, nearly invisible to the wolves surrounding him, but the mouse could already feel the beginnings of his spell taking effect.

"Oh really? Hey, Notker, how much silver you think a mage carries around?" The closest wolf calls as he circles around back of the mouse, causing him to step away, a free hand moving to protect the coinpurse at his side while the other continues weaving his spell.
"Prob'ly a lot. 's much as he can carry, at least." The larger wolf bellows, causing his friend to step in closer.

"Look, I'm warning you, back away now, or--"

The wolf's cackle drowns out the mouse's weaker voice, "Or what?" He growls, give the mouse a strong push that sends him falling backwards. The wolf steps over him, cracking his knuckles and bearing his fangs, "I don't like rodents thinkin' they can take me on. 'Should've just handed over the coin, runt, 'cause now someone has to learn a lesson of why size matters."

The mouse scrambles back, climbing onto his feet as the wolf steps forward, his arm rearing back, "Well, you're right about that." The mouse's voice booms with an unnatural force that causes the wolf to stagger backwards a bit. Ripples in reality start to appear all around the mouse, the rodent's form obscured for just a moment as he starts to inch upwards. The wolves stare in disbelief as the ripples in space start to fade away, leaving the mouse's body in full view as it climbs higher and higher, towering over the wolves and the buildings surround them. The ground rumbles as the mouse's feet grow, their subtlest movements causing the earth to tremble beneath them. By the time he's finished, his massive form is looming nearly twice as tall as the trees of the forest, leaving the wolves to look up in awe and sudden horror as the once little mouse made them look like insects in comparison.

The mage rests his hands on his hips, a confident smirk slowly spreading across his muzzle as he looked down at the panicked wolves at his feet. "Alright, -runts-" his squeaky chuckle now booms with awesome authority as he peers down from above. The other denizens of the village quickly rush into their homes, peeking out through shuttered windows and cracked doors as the now colossal mouse mage slowly starts to lift his foot over the town bullies, his voice rumbling from above as they start to scurry away, "About that lesson..."