Today on Queen Jasiri's Reign, Leopold pulls her down to his level...

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Leopold kicked his feet and swung on his seat. It was all there was to do in 'mouse jail.' (It was really just a bird cage.)

He'd worry about how long his stay was but he wasn't. Worrying. Or staying.

Using a cunning ruse called a 'paper airplane' he had sent word of his situation to his sister. Witch sister? Exactly.

"I'm making a lot of weird jokes to myself. I wonder if being alone here for nearly a week has made me loopy."

"It wasn't much of a change."

That disappointed voice came from the top of the cage! Leopold looked up through the bars and saw Leona in her witchy best standing on top of the cage.

"I don't know what you were doing that got you thrown in a bird cage. And I don't want to know," she said.

"I took a nap on the breast bed ever. It was so warm and soft that I overslept and got caught."

She sighed. "I... I didn't want to know. Look, let me just get you out of there."

"I can get out." Leopold sucked in his gut and slipped through the bars. He climbed to the top of the cage.

The witchy mousess did an admirable job pushing down her sudden impulse to shove him off the cage. "If you could do that, WHY did you send a message asking for my help?"

"Well, I knew you wouldn't meet with me unless you thought I was really in trouble. And I needed to borrow something."

"Well, you were right. Bye." Leona started climbing up the chain. "I want nothing to do with your tall girl fetish."

Leopold climbed after her. "This is about our mouse pride and fairness and stuff. Our family helped the old king but the new queen just tossed us out."

"And except for you, everyone got over it. We threw some tomatoes at an effigy of her, wrote some slanderous songs, and then got over it."

"Well, I'm no good at song writing. So I'm getting over it my own way. And I just need a little help from you and I'll be done. The problem is that she's so big."

"Yeah. Sure. The 'problem.'"

"Hahah, are you sure witch is your true calling? Maybe you'd be a better fool. But you lend me one tiny little spell and I'll owe you." But he could tell he was convincing her. Or wearing her down patience. Whichever.

She hesitated. "This is going to be the thing with that ferret all over again."

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It had been a less eventful week for Queen Jasiri. Still many annoyances from her duties but absolutely zero pests agitating her at public functions since she locked that mouse in the bird cage.

Still, even though she was rid of that, she still felt a kind of frustration that hadn't gone away when she caught the pest. She'd had to cut back on her midday naps too since the weird dreams hadn't subsided either.

The queen sat down in her throne. It had been her husband's and it always felt a little too big for her. Sitting in it now, she felt like a child sitting in an adult's place.

Wait.

It had never felt that much too big for her. And her dress was feeling a bit baggy too and she knew it was supposed to be form-flattering.

Wait, was she shrinking?

She slipped off her rapidly expanding throne and frantically looked around the empty room before noticing the smug figure at her feet.

Oh. That guy.

Her arms disappeared up her sleeves. The hem of the skirt started pooling around her ankles. Under the dress, her panties fell down her shrinking hips. Before long, the dress slipped completely off her shoulders and fell to the floor.

She was left naked and fuming, covered only by her arms.

The mouse (Jasiri had never bothered to learn his name) started saying something about bringing her down to his level. And true enough, she was about mouse-sized now. But this change in perspective had brought a little clarity and she felt she had to interject.

"One thing," she interrupted. She shoved him and he fell onto her piled up dress with a surprised squeak. "I'm still bigger than you."

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Queen Jasiri and Leopold T Mouse owned by me
Art by  CombatRaccoon