Ok first time writing something during the holidays, note to self, do not procrastinate when driving a lot with little me time.
Anyways Arminus invites Aaron over for a New Years Party. Aaron finds out about "Just Chillin Story' and isn't happy. Read more to find out. Thank you  AaronTheMicroRaptor for letting me your picture Raptor Soles as a thumbnail.

Aaron’s Christmas Revenge
‘Twas the night before New Year’s within Arminus’s apartment. Where sounds echo with music and merriment.’ ‘Within that building surrounded by snow. He has a guest a friendly raptor dino.’ ‘Beer bottles to mixers are empty or beaten. Along with a feast and dessert that have been half eaten.’ ‘Gaming on cards and consoles were competitive. And the losing streak for Aaron has been very repetitive.’

“Bullshit Arminus! I would have beaten you in UNO if you only told me about the damn JUMP IN RULE.” An agitative tipsy 5’8” feral teal raptor rests in a recliner as he snaps. “Well house rules Aaron, and you my friend are in my house.” A drunk snarky white humanoid counters while standing a couple feet in front of Aaron with a paper in hand “Last I checked we are past Christmas and this is an apartment, so ‘house rules’ don’t exist here,” says Aaron while pointing at Arminus with a coke-n-rum in his left claw. “You are just angry about losing most of your games, even this simple game of Rhyme Time,” Arminus retorts while pointing his beer bottle right hand at Aaron. “How plastered are you Arminus? You started this game first to show me what the rules are and how it goes.” Arminus opens his mouth, only to be silent due to Aaron’s factual statement and winning grin. He takes a drink and states, “If you win at anything Aaron, its memory that’s for certain. Any other questions for the Rhyme Time?” “No, I got it, but can I get 15 minutes make mine?” Aaron asks gesturing his tail to Arminus’s room. “I’ll give you 20 minutes, cause tis the season am I right?” He clarifies tilting his head back finishes his beer. “I’m gonna make a long island. You want another coke-n-rum?” He asks Aaron while walking towards the counter. “Yeah, but you got a larger size?” Aaron questions as he raises his glass. Arminus freezes to reply. “Not unless you can grow it ha ha ha-” he laughter. “Well then ‘bartender’…” Aaron interrupts while a black hue surrounds his claw and grows the glass twice its size. “Double it down.”

Arminus stops laughing and widens his eyes like a child watching a magician and begs. “Dude, how can you do that?” Aaron has an increase in confidence from Arminus’s curiosity and happily tells him. “I can change my size from here…” Aaron grows 9 feet causing the recliner to squeak as his chest grows tall, tail lengthens, feet fill out, and hips widen. Even at normal size, Aaron has a lean build to him, with some more favor in his lower figure. “To here…” he says in a lower voice and shrinks to a foot. His tiny body sits in a burrow left by his use-to-be size butt. “And all the way down here.” He screeches. Then he grows to 6 feet again still sitting. “The drink dude, how did you shrink the drink?” The impatient child Arminus urges. “By my touch, I can grow or shrink anything.” He displays again with a bonbon in his right claw. The same black hue and grows the bonbon in his hand twice its size. “It’s convenient for me and Jeager when it comes to cash on food,” he implies as he tosses the bonbon up. He then opens his nozzle, lands the bonbon oh his tongue and snaps shut. “Mmmm good stuff,” Aaron states as he chews the cookie. “Alright, I’ll refill your drink, and you use my room to create your Rhyme Time. Remember, you have 20 minutes to write something” Arminus reminds Aaron as he walks to the kitchen counter. “Could I type it on your computer, holding a pencil in claws isn’t easy?” Aaron asks. “Sure, it’s on my desk, there’s no password so just open it.” Arminus answers walking to the counter. “Gotcha.” Aaron tells him as he walks into his room and closes his door.

“No password, he is rather easy going or naïve.” Aaron thinks has he walks to Arminus’s desk, sits, and turns on the computer. “Huh, here’s his Furaffinity profile…” he glances over his shoulder at the door in caution. “A little look won’t hurt.” As he looks at Arminus’s small file of Watches and Favorites, a story catches his eyes. ‘Just Chillin Story’ “What’s this?” He clicks it, skims some lines, “He has some gist on Jeager and me, blah blah blah, Jeager crushes the can, blah blah, Aaron’s face is red… wait.” He reviews that part again and begins to read carefully. Everything in this story did happen to Aaron from beginning to end. This embarrasses and infuriates Aaron on how this story got out. “How the hell did he know this? Only me and Jeag-“ he pauses, checks Arminus’s notes and sees a conversation between Jeager telling Arminus the story. Near the end of Jeager’s conversation it promises, ‘don’t tell this to anyone, or you’ll get this too.’ “Son of a Bitch!” he yells and slams the desk. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Hey, you ok, did you stub your talon or somethin?” Every part of Aaron wants to leap out the door, onto Arminus, and strangle the lights out of him for posting that story, but an idea comes to his head. A ravaging vengeful idea. “Uhh yeah, your desk is so… small and I pricked my small talon.” He answers. “Well then shrink yourself a little. Also, you got about 10 minutes and your drink is almost done.” He explains to Aaron. “Got it.” Aaron replies and begins plotting his revenge. “I’ll get a story ready for ya,” as he types his poem.

After 7 minutes, he finishes the story and walk out in the living room. He observes Arminus sitting in the same recliner with a long island in his hand, and a coke-n-rum on the coffee table for Aaron. “Well Shakespeare, don’t disappoint me.” He cockily informs Aaron while raising his drink. “Oh, don’t worry, you’re gonna feel this one.” Aaron smiles sincerely standing 3 feet in front of Arminus. He holds his computer up to his nozzle and reads aloud. “Time flies when you’re having fun, especially when you’re with someone. Up and down side to side, someone always enjoys the ride. From the whoosh of the tail and press in the steps, to the size in the belly and the width in the hips,” Aaron swings his tail, takes a step towards Arminus, and grows a foot as he sways his hips. “Besides explaining how this comes about, let’s just go ahead…” Aaron places the computer on the coffee table and reveals a snarky smirk towards the worrying Arminus. Who feels a tingle on his toes as a black hue circles him. The feeling of smoke without the smell brushes against Arminus fogging his view of Aaron. He shakes his body to break the fog. Only to see Aaron taller, and himself about 3 feet shorter. This disorientates Arminus into thinking how this happens, only to be disrupted by Aaron’s poem, “And test it out.”

He turns around to reveal his raptor rear and drops on Arminus. While drunk, Arminus flails his open arm to stop him while setting his drink on the table before spilling. BWOP. With Aaron’s tail curls around the left armrest and his back against the recliner’s back rest, he smushes Arminus into the recliner with his hands outstretching from Aaron’s sides and knees under Aaron’s belly. “Easy there mate, if you move to much you’ll hit your drink off the table.” He jokes to Arminus who muffles as he begins to slap Aaron’s sides with his hands. “Get off me?” Aaron crosses his arms in a rude manner bends forward and replies in an unnerving tone, “Only if you apologize.” This stops Arminus’s struggling as he discerns what Aaron means. “Wait what? Is this about the UNO game again?” This riles Aaron as he veers his head towards Arminus. “Really?” Aaron replies upset with his response. He shoves his body back further pressing Arminus into the recliner. Arminus’s mild movement turns into a frantic fray as the raptor applies more agressive force. “Just Chillin, the story about Jeager and me, which no one is supposed to know about.” Arminus only hears ‘Just’, ‘about’, ‘me’, ‘supposed’, and ‘to know’ from the dino’s bulldozing back. He could feel Aaron’s shoulder blades each having a turn jamming his body into the chair’s backrest. He pesteringly pats Aaron’s sides, who scoffs a bit but stands up and turns around. An imprint Arminus pulls himself out as he gasps for some air to respond dumbly. “What about me am I supposed to know? You don’t make any sense.”

Aaron reveals the truth, “Just Chillin’ Story, no one is supposed to know about that, and you have it posted on your profile.” Arminus feels a frog in his throat of guilt and rebuttals, “Ok in my defense… this is such a funny story, and it has the most favorites of what I’ve written. I was gonna tell you as a surprise gift idea, and sha-” Now livid, Aaron interrupts and shouts, “A gift, are you null in the head, in the email from Jeager it specifically says, ‘don’t tell this to anyone.” Aaron snags the computer again and places it on Arminus’s lap with a snarl on his snout. “Delete it, or I tell Jeager.” Intense intimidation grows from Aaron as his stature leans over Arminus’s imprint body. “But it-” a nasty gnarr comes from Aaron to remind Arminus of his situation. “GULP, ok.” He shyly acknowledges and types in his computer to delete the story. Aaron is still fixing on his eyes until Arminus shows him it is gone. “There, done.” Arminus timidly shows him the screen with the context ‘Deleted.’ Aaron keeps his eyes back at Arminus with no change. Arminus squeamishly reminds him, “Hey th-this could be yo-your gift. The del-deleted story. Right? Heh heh heh…” What he said did not faze Aaron, in fact that mouth of his might of made it worse. “This isn’t a gift at all, everyone has seen it or downloaded it already.” Aaron replies with eerie eyes still set on the frighten Arminus. “But I know another present that might make this up to me.” He says with a fleer on his face. A chance for forgiveness from this stressful situation eagers Arminus to ask, “What, what is it? Please I want to make this up to you.” Aaron removes the laptop and places it on the coffee table again. He then places his claws on Arminus’s shoulders who doesn’t move both in respect and somewhat fear of Aaron. “Remember Jeager saying ‘You’ll get this too?” mentioning Jeager’s name confuses Arminus at first, then fear settles in as a similar black hue surrounds him. Still inebriated from alcohol, Arminus fusses in his spot to remove Aarons claws. The black hue blinds his sight, but he brings his arms together to shoot them up like an arrow and spreads them to nudge Aarons claws off him.

The hue dissipates as Arminus regains his sight again, only to see the recliners arm’s reach up to his neck and knees not bending over the chair. In fact, he could fit himself 4 times in the recliner. “You didn’t?” he complains to Aaron’s fortuitous feral figure. “Oh, but I did. And you my 1-foot friend…” Aaron speaks sassily spinning around showing his towering tail. “Will get this too.” Aaron bends his knees and begins to sit calmly. Arminus rushes to the front of the chair to avoid the impact. FOOM Aaron sits gently in the chair, only to see Arminus land face first on the floor between his feet. “Ow, at least I’m safe.” He reassures himself only to see three talon feet on each side of him. He kneels and stares up at Aaron, who in turn, stares down at him with a grimy grin on his face. Arminus attempts to crawl away and speaks, “You know I otta-” Aaron interjects indecently, “Be my ottoman, good idea.” And he raises his left foot up and rests the heel on Arminus’s back. His head is facing away from Aaron, but a foul foot rests on his back close to Arminus’s face. This single foot feels like 200lbs to Arminus. “Gruggh, seriously.” Arminus retorts as he struggles crawling with a body weight of Aaron’s foot. “Oh, you’re right, an ottoman can take two feet.” Aaron adds and lifts his right foot and crosses it over his left. Now the weight of two bodies are on Arminus’s back, along with a very crude scent of crusty crud between Aaron’s talons. “(sniffs), ooohh that’s just bad. I have a rug for a reason you know, go wipe your paws.” He commands rolling his nose away from Aaron’s feet, who simply simpers at his quarreling quarry. “Correction…” he teases as he presses the balls of both feet on Arminus’s back, “these are claws, because of my talons.” The two claws with three white arching daggers are circle around Arminus’s head, with each foot larger than Arminus’s head which scares him stiff. “And why walk all the way over to your rug when I have you instead.” He takes his digits of both feet and piddly pinches Arminus’s head. Aaron made sure not to cut him but adds a pinching bruise here-or-there over his human ottoman, who can’t move unless he wants lacerations. Arminus feels as if a group of grannys are pinching his cheeks while bullies are giving noogies all at the same time. Aaron begins to reinforce his rubbing, so he can remove the raunchy foot residue over Arminus’s head. An aroma of wet dog corrodes Arminus’s scenes and toughness of Aaron’s treacherous talons increases. This tiring unconventional cleaning goes on for 4 minutes, making Aaron thirsty.

“Whew, that was fun, using you as a massager makes me parched.” Aaron announces as he loosens his grip on Arminus, who plots on the floor with bruises and dirt on his head. Curling his under claws towards himself, Aaron assess his work, “Not bad Arminus, this is a fine finish. Maybe you could go into varnishing ha ha ha.” He chuckles at his joke only to hear a tired response from Arminus. “Whatever, this makes us even.” A moment of peace occurs as he catches his breath from Aaron’s suffocating soles. “I didn’t say you’re done.” A chilling yet chippy voice replies behind Arminus. He turns on his back to view those same sizable soles falling on him with a satisfying smile coming from Aaron’s face. “Hey, hold on-” SMUUSSSH. While sitting Aaron applies leg weight to his feet covering Arminus with hands and feet wiggling underneath. The stench of wet dog grew stronger with his face planting into Aarons under claws. “You post has been out for a while, a four-minute foot finish isn’t gonna cover it.” Aaron remarks as he leans forward and reaches for his rum-n-coke, fully knowing the pressure he is adding to Arminus beneath him. “People knowing this story can really stress me out…” he implies as he uses half of his weight on Arminus, who is only able to shuffle a bit while two foul-smelling ferocious feet flatten him into the hardwood floor. Aaron suspends his weight to speak again. “I believe it is only fair for you to feel the same pressure as well.” He leans all the way forward and grabs his drink while applying much of his weight on his little humanoid mat. Now about cardboard thin, Arminus is feeling the substantial stinky scales over his body. Aaron takes a good 7 minutes to gulp his drink, eat some remaining potato salad, and snack on the dessert tray, all the while shifting his feet to apply light to excessive pressure to Arminus. Aaron’s mood is becoming more assertive and controlling with every of his drink and as he finishes his double sized cup, his attitude becomes more aggressive authoritative.

Still sitting he lifts his feet off Arminus, “(inhales) Ok (inhales) that’s it (inhales) change my size now.” He demands Aaron while slowly bringing himself off the ground with more wounds on his upper body. “I’ll change your size…” Aaron answers solemnly, but savagely, “to 15 centimeters.” Arminus has a questioning look on his face. Aaron realizes this and simplifies, “Or for you Americans…” he clarifies while standing, towering over his threatened friend, “6 inches.” A jeering sneer grows on Aaron’s mouth as he reaches for Arminus, who dodges backwards and retorts sharply. “Absolutely not, I almost became one with the floor if you didn’t step off me. Just change me back” Aaron is usually patient, but while intoxicated he is disastrously different. “What makes you think I’ll listen to someone like you,” his speech turns into a scowl skyscraping over the nervous Arminus. “I came here to enjoy the New Year’s Eve with you, away from Jaeger and his family but now am embarrassed because you sent a story that wasn’t supposed to be out. I don’t know what prevents me from making you suffer like I did…” He stomps once closer to Arminus who jumps in freight as Aaron’s nozzle near touches Arminus’s face, “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

With a quicker grab he reaches towards Arminus who barely evades to his right. “Come on, stop it.” He suggests skittishly as Aaron lunges with both hands. Arminus rolls forward under Aaron and charges his grounded tail thinking. “Maybe if I death squeeze his tail he might snap out of his drunk rage.” He hugs the black feather tail and asserts aloud. “Stop this Aaron or I’ll-” a dark hue grows around him again. Making his hug from touching hands to encircling the tail halfway. The black hue disappears, and he recognizes 3 things. 1: He shrank again. 2: The 4-foot-high tail towers almost 50ft at his height from the floor. 3: A devilry dynamic dino darts its blue eyes over its shoulder at him. “Gonna what mate, fluff my tail?” He mocks Arminus’s who realizes something an affirms, “Your tail, from the first time I shrank, you tail touched my left foot. I was wondering how because you only said your claws, but it makes sense now.” Loud laughter comes from the lizard which inadvertently shakes his tail forcing Arminus to hold on. “I never reveal my tail unless I need to, and the ones who know about it, well… he he he he” he connivingly cackles, “they aren’t here to tell it.” A shrieking shiver goes though Arminus’s body, anyone who knows about this is, gone. He pleads pettily “Please, please, please I want to live is there any-” Aaron whips is tail up hurling Arminus in the air wilding and landing on Aaron’s snout in the middle. “Begging won’t help you,” Aaron crudely conveys “but feel free to squeal all you want.” Aaron flips his nose up launching Arminus again to Aaron’s left shoulder. The tosses Arminus to his left knee, then right knee, and to right elbow. Aaron begins to use Arminus as a hack sack, bumping him off every part of his body. Right elbow, left wrist, nozzle, left shoulder, left hip, tail, right heel, right hip, right shoulder, belly. Even drunk Aaron coordinates caroming his hacky sack friend to and from every part of his body, especially going back-and-forth between his hefty hips and thick tail where there is slightly more blubber. Belly, left elbow, left shoulder, left hip, right hip, left hip, right hip, left hip, right hip, tail tip, tail base, tail tip, tail base, tail tip, tail base. Every moment, Arminus sinks and rebounds off every part of Aaron’s body. Aaron isn’t fat, but he does have a stoutly stature. After 10 minutes of practice Aaron starts to wrap up his fun with the fragile Arminus.

“247, 248, 249,” Aaron does one final flip from is snout hurling Arminus high and behind him, “250.” A thrash with his tail shoots Arminus back to the recliner. His woozy, wounded, and weak state leaves him whining on that seat. He helplessly complains, “My head can’t stop spinning,” laying face up only for a shadow to cover him, he regains his concentration as a light teal terrifying titanic tush tremors in front of him with the tail tip above him. “Thanks for helping me beat my record, but we’re not done.” Aaron explains as he touches his tail on Arminus, emitting the same black hue that shrinks him again. “8 centimeters, or 3 inches, and right in the middle of the best seat in the house, or apartment,” He giggles ghoulishly as he takes 2 steps back bouncing that big bolstering booty a foot above Arminus. “Please… I… won’t… tell…” He benumbingly begs about Aaron’s tail in his battered state. Aaron turns his head over his left shoulder and moves his bottom to the right to see his victim. The one who embarrassed him on the ‘Just Chillin Story’ and reaps views from something that should never been his unless he suffers through it. And Arminus did no suffer like Aaron did, but he will. Ooohhh he will. “I’ll make sure you won’t.” He cruelly confirms to Arminus floating and flaunting his flank and tail right over him again as he lowers himself onto Arminus. “Please… I can’t- FUMMMP” Aaron’s placid plump posterior puts the lid on Arminus. The back and sides of the cushion recliner fill in with the feral’s firm fanny flowing high and wide in the seat with the tail floping over the left side of the chair’s arm. After some subtle shifting, Aaron sits with his elbows on his knees in relaxation…for a moment.

The lizard launches himself 9 feet into the air using his feet on the ground and tail as an extra spring. This brings light back into Arminus’s eyes believing he might be forgiven, only to see a rotund raptor rump ramming down to him. “Wait-SSMMUUNNCCCHHH. That landing could not have been better for Aaron, he can feel the humanoid wedge under his ass. This shrill feeling brings seductive superiority to Aaron causing him to purr as he swerves and contorts in his tail end. He feels the weary wannabe writer exchange from cheek to cheek. Arminus is being brutally battered by Aaron’s behind, as musk, sweat, and scales are the only things that envelope him. “Aawwww yeeeaaahh, this party is really popping off, wouldn’t you agree Arminus?” Aaron asks, fully knowing his heavy heinie is hamming Arminus hopelessly. 5 minutes of bum bashing goes by until GGGUURRRGGLLEEGGIRRGGIGGLLLLEEE. Aaron pats his tummy and mentions, “Urrghh that hurts, guess it’s time for me to give you my gift mate.” Aaron rotates Arminus rambunctiously under his rear and rests Arminus between his rough rumps. Glaring over his shoulder, plastered drunk, with a chip on his shoulder and a goon in the gap of his glutes, he sings squeezes spitefully. “I wish(SQUEEZE) you a Merry Christmas(SQUEEZE), I wish(SQUEEZE) you a Merry Christmas(SQUEEZE), I wish(SQUEEZE) you and Merry Christmas(SQUEEZE) GGRRGLLEEEEE and a Gassy New Rear!” fffffffFFFFFFBBBBRRBBBBBRRRRPPPPRRPPRPPPRPPPPPPPPPPssssssss Right as Aaron sings ‘rear’, his butt harmonizes with 5 seconds of fluttering fossil fumes, 10 seconds of bonbon blasts, 15 seconds of powerful potato salad poots, and 5 seconds of stinking spirits liquor silence. And to assume Aaron is enjoying his butt blast battery is an understatement.

After receiving a second meal viva la air, Arminus is slipping in and out of consciousnesses, while unable to move due to the being in the middle Aaron’s ample ass. Combining this blowout, the late night, the filling food, and especially the alcohol, it left Aaron extremely drowsy. Having this much fun can take a lot out of someone. The lethargic lizard lazily leaves the recliner and tipsily lingers into Arminus’s room thinking, “He can sleep on the chair, I’ll just use his bed.” Aaron didn’t know Arminus is still in his tight teal tushie trap. SCRUNCH SCRONCH SCRUNCH SCRONCH SCRUNCH SCRONCH every step crushes him into Aaron’s commodious cheeks. Aaron’s is to wasted he doesn’t even recognize him when climbing into bed and pass out. After Aaron sleeps awhile, Arminus is still stuck in Aaron’s seat awake, smelling his previous fart. “Please, just let me sleep” He cries quietly to himself. MMRRGGGLLLGGEEE a familiar sound answers Arminus from Aaron’s gut and within 5 seconds a noxious hand sanitizer smell PPPRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTTT knocks Arminus to sleep in a dino’s devastating dutch oven dumpy. Putting an embarrassing ending for Arminus’s Christmas and New Year’s.

Next morning Aaron is the first to wake, he leans over and sits up in Arminus’s bed with a hangover headache. “Aawww, definitely had to much last night, hope Arminus is doing ok on the chair.” He stands up with a feeling of something catching inside his crack, “These bed sheets are st-” he turns pauses himself noticing the bed sheets still on the bed and not touching his butt. “Wait, OH SHIT!!” He wiggles his wagon and drops the unconscious Arminus on the bed. Overflow of panic fills Aaron, “I really overdid it. No, he deserves it, that story shouldn’t have gone out. But he invited me to his party. Doesn’t make up for story being a ‘surprise’, he did have really good food and drinks though.” While debating his morals he shakes his head to a conclusion. “If he is this passed out maybe he’ll forget, yeah. Just need to return him to regular si- oh god my nose.” While leaning over to resize Arminus, a rancid stench emits from Arminus. “Washing, need to wash him first.” Holding his breath, he carries Arminus to the sing and uses hand soap to wash him and his clothes at the same time. He then proceeds to use a blow dryer, return him to the recliner, and bring him back to normal size. All the while none of this disturbs Arminus’s slumber. Aaron writes a quick note and leaves the apartment.

Waking up around late morning, Arminus feel nauseous with bruises on his body. “What the hell happened last night?” He sees a note on the coffee table from Aaron, he lifts it up and reads it. “Hey dude, last night was really…something. We were both tipsy and some things went out of hand, but I had a lot of fun. You wanted to do wrestling and almost had me until you blacked out. I rested you on the chair while I slept in your bed. Thanks for the fun.
Aaron.
P.S. You can keep Just Chillin Story up on your page.
“Huh well I’m glad that went well (sniff sniff) pee whew what the hell died in this recliner?” Arminus never did find out what happened, or the recliners smell. But his party was a success, and he keeps his story. “I wonder what changed his mind about the story?”