Original prompt by: /u/Siver_Kit_369

"I do not believe this!"

The mouse moved with rage, something that most mice would not do. However this mouse was not like most mice. It was the same size as most mice; it had long whiskers and a long tail like most mice. This mouse had tan fur and a shock of bright red hair that mice most certainly did not have.

"Freya, please." Another mouse spoke. This one had chocolate brown fur and flowing black hair. "Being angry right now is not helping."

"I'm not angry," Freya seethed. "I. Am. FURIOUS." The mouse shook her paws in impotent rage. "We got tricked! How dare that foul honor-less bastard do this to us! When I get my hands on him..." Freya's paws curled into a throttling motion.

"Unfortunately your cute little paws will not do anything to his neck right now, as amazing as that would be." A honey furred mouse shook her head, blonde hair swinging back and forth. "I'll have to remember that mental image actually. Would make a lovely song."

"Composing isn't helping either Aletta." Shyla, the chocolate mouse, looked around nervously. "I do not think I have to say just how much danger we are in right now. We are trapped here. We have to try and find a way to change the spell before Travog wakes up. I do not like the idea of being a part of his 'experiments'."

Freya and Aletta looked at each other and shared a shudder. They have seen the wizard conduct experiments before.

"That's not the worst part either."

Freya glared at Aletta. "Really? Being turned into mice and being trapped inside a mad traitorous wizard's lair is not the worst part?"

"We are trapped here with something else if you recall."

As if hearing her words, a low meow could be heard. The sound made the three transformed mice freeze. They cowered beneath a stool, whiskers twitching.

"No. This will not stand."

"Freya! For once in your perpetually irritated life, please be quiet!"

"I will not!" Freya's eyes turned red. "I will not let it end this way. I will not let a coward wizard experiment on me. I will not hide away like...like...this mouse. And if that damned cat eats me, then the very last thing I will do is choke it to death from the inside!"

Freya's punched the stool's leg with every bit of force she could muster. A large cracking noise shocked the mice and they all saw a gaping hole in the side of the leg.

"Uh. Can mice normally punch this hard?"

"I do not think so." Shyla smiled. "This gives me an idea."

The cat stalked into the room. Her nose twitched, following the scent of prey. Her stomach gurgled and if any were watching closely, you would see a look of distaste on the feline face. The cat looked about slowly, hunting.

"Oh, woe is me. A beauty cursed to rodent form. How could I ever continue to live and suffer this terrible life?"

Aletta laid on the stone form, one paw held dramatically to her brow, hair thrown artfully about her head.

"You are such a diva," a voice hissed.

"I am performing," Aletta countered in a stage whisper. "Ahem, oh is there someone that can please help? Anyone please!"

The cat stalked closer. She knew the mouse was playing, anyone with half an ear could hear the insincerity. Yet her stomach grumbled louder and her need for food made her approach. She raised a paw, claws extended.

Something stopped her. Her paw slowly fell, the claws retracted. Her eyes half closed, a dreamy expression crossing her face. She swayed back and forth slightly.

Aletta had risen to her two back paws once seeing the cat. She sang softly and sweetly, a lullaby. She smiled as she sang, happy to see the large predator falling for her magical song.

Suddenly the cat's eyes snapped open. Confusion was swiftly dismissed and the cat snarled, pouncing at Aletta.

With a roar Freya came flying in, tackling the cat in mid-pounce. Though tiny in form, the little mouse struck like a full grown person, knocking the cat ears over tail. The cat yowled in shock and pain and tried to fight the tiny adversary. Finally it froze, paralyzed.

Shyla's ears popped over the cat's tail. She had touched the big feline and with a spell, had the creature still and unable to act. "Good job ladies!"

Freya dropped her paws with disgust. "You always do that," she complained. "You know I do not like fighting an opponent that cannot fight back. Always ruining my fun."

Aletta twitched her nose. "Freya, priorities please."

"That is a fine way to thank the one that saved you."

"You should be thanking me for providing a good distraction you uncultured beast-"

Shyla held up her paws, silencing the other two. Her eyes narrowed. "Are...are you okay?"

The cat was crying. Despite being frozen in place, tears dripped down her face. "No, I am not. I am starving. I have been bested by prey. I am miserable. I am nothing remotely close to okay."

"You can talk? We never heard you talk before!" Freya exclaimed.

The cat's eyes widened and it sniffed them. "Oh. No wonder I thought your scent was strange. You were his companions. Why are you mice now?"

"Your master turned us into mice."

The mice were shocked to see the naked hate. "Unwilling master! I obey only because I must. He trapped me in this form, locked my magic away. He keeps me like this to entertain him, to remind me of his so-called superiority. To shame me for trusting him." The cat sobbed.

Aletta patted the cat's paw. "He tricked us to. We should have realized sooner."

"He can be very charming, deceiving." The cat's sob slowed slightly. "I am sorry, I did not wish to harm you. However, I am so hungry. He starves me to obey. I do not even like eating meat."

Shyla spoke again and the spell faded. The cat shook herself, as shocked as the other two mice.

"She is a victim like we are," Shyla said. "Besides, I believe we can help each other." The mouse stared up at the cat. "You said he locked your magic away?"

The cat nodded.

"So you used to be a wizard or sorcerer as well?"

Another nod.

"Can you undo the spell that turned us into mice?"

The cat shook her head. "No, I cannot cast magic in this form. My curse is more thorough than the one afflicting you." As the mice groaned the cat smiled. "That does not mean I do not know how to undo it however. Also, I am allowed into the laboratory..."

Travog coughed. The wizard was sleeping in his chambers and he woke slowly, something heavy was on his chest. He thought it was the cat and tried to swipe at it, with eyes still closed. Then he realized his arms were pinned to the bed with something tight around his throat.

His eyes snapped opened. He tried to moan in fear at what he saw.

Freya's hands kept him from making noise. The halfling barbarian, no longer a mouse, straddled his chest. Her legs kept his arms pinned, her hands were wrapped around his throat.

Aletta idly strummed a lute, eyes glaring daggers at him. Shyla, dressed back in armor and holding her deity's holy symbol, looked pityingly down at the disgraced wizard. Another woman stood between the bard and the paladin, one the wizard had not seen in that form in many years. She looked thin and malnourished, but the hate in her eyes was very healthy.

"So, Travog. I always knew you were a bit of a rat. After spending time as a mouse, I think calling you a rat is an insult to rodents. Now there was a bit of discussion of what to do to you and we came to an agreement. You broke rule number one: the party is family, never betray them. Now we normally would decide on the punishment together, but someone else has claim to that." She looked at the thin woman.

Gracia, the malnourished woman, continued to stare at the helpless wizard. "I leave it to your...capable...hands."

"I like you. You know girls, I think we need a new party member." Her hands tightened. "We are about to have a position available."