"Scott!" squeaked Timothy from on the tabletop.
The shrinking anthropomorphic wolf on the couch looked up from where he had fallen on his ass and stared. His sharp, wolven ears swivelled atop his head as he finally located his shrunken, former lover. He blinked several times, looking from his own, diminishing black-furred body to the tiny, 6-inch tall brown wolf across the chasam that lay between the coffee table and the couch.
His ears twitched again.
"Tim? Is that you?"
"Yeah," squeaked the brown wolf in response. "I tried to warn you, but ... but you didn't hear me!"
"What th' fuck happened, here?" Scott replied, spreading his arms wide as if to encompass the situation.
"It's a long story... Look; you're still getting smaller! Just wait there! I'll come to you!"
With that, the tiny, brown wolf slowly made his way to the edge of the coffee table and looked down. Sudden vertigo made his head swim. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
Swallowing hard, he slowly eased himself over the edge. The table was only a couple feet off of the ground, but it looked like a 25 foot drop to the shrunken Timothy. Still, if he could grip the sides of the giant table leg and shimmy down...
"Tim! What th' fuck do you think you're doin'?!!" shouted, Saul, slowly getting smaller ... his wolven features heavily muscled and sexually exaggerated. Timothy risked a glance and licked his lips nervously. Scott was only a foot tall now ... twice Tim's own height.
"Look, we can't talk like this... I'm coming over!" shouted Timothy in return as he clasped his tiny legs around the top of the nearest table leg.
"Tim! You could kill yourself! Stop it!"
Timothy pushed his fear down into his stomach and slowly began to lower himself... Years taking gymnastics in High School were finally paying off as he tiny wolf began his slow, treacherous descent. Several times, he almost slipped on the varnished wood, but each time he managed to dig his claws into the large, exaggerated wood grain and catch himself...
"I'm coming..." he muttered under his breath as he climbed.
Slowly, he made his way down. Finally, as he reached the bottom, he was able to drop and roll, coming to a halt at the base of the couch's throw blanket. Quickly, he caught his breath, looked up, took his bearings, and began to climb.
The whole process seemed to take an hour ... and it might very well have, for all he knew. All Timothy could hear was the occasional shout of encouragement from Scott and the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears...
Finally, after a seeming eternity, Timothy was able to swing one leg up over the edge and scramble up onto the couch alongside Scott. Panting, he fell on his back and stared up at the hugely endowed black wolf that stood over him.
"hi..." squeaked Timothy, looking up at the 7-inch tall wolf.