Whitewood University: Caged

Edit: My apologies, it was very late last night when I got this finished and scheduled and I forgot to add the full title! It's fixed now.

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"I CANNOT believe you did this to me! Shane is MY boyfriend!" Brie screamed into the smug face of her rival, Marcy. The two girls had been enemies forever, through grade school, middle school, high school...andd Brie had been unlucky enough to end up going to the same college (and getting into the same sorority) as her archnemesis, Whitewood University. And now to make things even worse, Marcy had STOLEN her boyfriend, Jake, away from her! As soon as she'd found out, the raven haired girl had marched straight into Marcy's room and jumped her about it, pointing a finger up into the blonde girl's sneering face.

"Not anymore!" Marcy laughed in her usual 'mean girl' voice, "The best part is that I don't even care about him, I just took him 'cuz I could! Guys like cheerleader better anyway! You're too short for him, you stumpy little nobody! He's forgotten about you already!"

Brie's face went red. With anger and more than a little embarrasment. But that still didn't keep the short brunette from balling up a fist and with a mighty POW, knocking the smug tall bitch right the hell out! Marcy barely let out a squeak as her body spun for a moment before it simply slumped over, collapsing partially on her bed and leaving Brie in the rather uncomfortable situation of having assaulted a fellow sorority sister. Deserved or not, that was grounds for immediate expulsion!

"Shit, wwhat am I going to do!?" She hissed, shaking the pain out of her throbbing hand. That had been the first time she'd ever actually punched anything, it never looked like it hurt in the movies! And how was she going to get out of this!?

"What a bitch. Good on you, though" Came a surly voice from behind Brie, and the short girl spun around to see Marcy's roommate, the slightly gothy Giselle, leaning against the bedroom door.

"Giselle! I...She...she stole my boyfriend! I had to do something! Don't turn me in!" Brie pleaded, to which the busty plae girl simply scoffed.

"Nah, that was awesome. I was getting ready to do something about her anyway. Here, I'll do you a solid since you're a badass" The goth girl pushed past Brie's tearful face and moved over to the bed, nudging MArcy's leg with a boot. The cheerleader was cleary still alive but out cold. Man, that tiny girl packed a huge punch! And speaking about tiny...Giselle muttered a few special words and her eyes and fingers glowed purple for just a moment before the energy began to shimmer around Marcy's unconcscious form. Brie watched as the prone body of her nemesis began to shrink! It was slow at first and the brunette's attention was on the insane lightshow happening with Giselle's hands and eyes. But then her own eyes were pulled towards Marcy as the tall cheerleader's body became smaller and smaller! It was like watching her enemy shrivel up almost as she was slowly swallowed by her designer clothes, soon disappearing beneath the fabric!

"Nice. Let's get her out of there..." Giselle muttered and with some careful rummaging, pulled out a slightly closed fist and turned to Brie. Within the goth girl's palm was the three inch tall, and completely naked, shrunken body of Marcy who was still out cold! "Here" Giselle said, gently grabbing on of Brie's wrists and forcing the truly tiny woman into the still short but comparatively MUCH larger girl's hand

"I...but...how?" Brie stuttered, staring at the naked woman in her hands and feeling a great many different emotions about what as happening. And fighting the urge to just squeeze.

"I'm a witch, yadda yadda, don't look into it too much. I added a sleep spell in with the shrinker, so the bitch will be out for a few more hours. Do what you want with her. I'll make sure she isn't missed. Not like it'll be hard, most people hate her already" Giselle said with a smug grin before wiggling a finger and Brie felt herself PUSHED out of the bedroom, whose door slammed shut, down the hall and into her own bedroom.

And there Brie stood, staring at Marcy's impossibly small form. She curled her fingers around the sleeping girl and felt how fragile her arch enemy was now, those precious boobs no larger than an eraser head and her blonde hair almost well-liked. It would be so easy, especially Brie just flushed her away..but she refrained from turning the tiny blonde into red paste. Instead, she got a wonderful, wicked idea.

When Marcy finally awoke, she immediately groaned with pain, her skull and namely her left eye where thay tiny short bitch had hit her! She gently touched the spot with a manicured hand before she slowly opened her eyes...which went VERY wide when she noticed she was in some kind of prison! There were bars all around her! And where were her clothes!? And what was all this scratchy stuff she was laying in!? Oh god, she was in some kind of cage!

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd be awake" a cruel voice boomed off to the side, and with heavy footfalls that sent vibrations through her, Marcy screamed as Brie's colossal form stepped into frame, dressed in nothing but a bra and skirt.

"LET ME OUT!" Marcy screamed at the top of her lungs but it was little more than a tiny squeak due to her miniscule size.

"What's that? Sorry, I can't hear you!" Brie said in a sing-song voice before she kneeled down and but her face close to the cage, "Her'es the rules, PET. Be a good little rodent and I'll be a good owner. Be bad or try to escape...You're on a table by the way, then I'll be a bad owner. No food, no water, no cage cleaning...until you really know what it's like to feel three inches tall. Understand?"

Marcy glared by at Brie's face but ultimately couldn't do anything but sink to her knees and begin bawling her eyes out, all while the raven haired goddess in from of her stood to titanic heights once mre.

"Good pet. Now, if you don't mind, I have a boyfriend to win back!"