“Uh, sir? Sir, are you in there? I thought I heard...”
Anthony opened the door for the frabbit. The small man’s slender body took two hops back as he looked up with startled eyes. His long ears had tufts of black on them and were as reddish-orange as the rest of his pelt. He had at least gotten fully dressed since he’d been pushed out of the apartment door an hour previous.
“What are you still doing here?” Anthony snarled. “I thought I...”
The fox-rabbit was staring at him.
Anthony’s gaze followed his unwanted guest’s. He blushed when he saw the frabbit looking at his diminished, hanging cock. Hell, it was so small it didn’t even hang to his knees any more! Looking right and left down the abandoned hallway, he thought he could hear one of his neighbors coming up the stairs at the end. Cursing, he pulled his former employer into his apartment.
“Get in here before anyone else sees...” he spat.
The frabbit did as ordered. He looked up at Anthony. “I … I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to stare. It’s my first time on the island, and...”
“Just shut up, tiny,” he spat back.
How could this tiny, meek fanboy be the cause? It just didn’t make sense. Unless this miniature cross-breed was the best actor in the last century...
He looked down, deep and piercingly, into the frabbit’s eyes. “Ok, just one question: just one! If you answer wrong, I’ll pound you ‘til you can’t breathe any more; answer right and … and...”
He really had no carrot to go with his stick. But, looking at the frabbit’s petrified expression, he decided that he didn’t need one.
“Just tell me one thing: are you responsible for this?” He gestured at his manhood with a glower.
The frabbit blinked for a moment and -slowly- began shaking his head. “N...n...no...” he muttered. “I … I thought you were doing it; as a thrill or something...”
“Why on Earth would I...?” Anthony started to shout. His fine, tiger ears heard a door opening and shutting in the hall outside, and he quieted down. “Why on Earth would I shrink myself?” he demanded, incredulously.
He turned and stalked to his living room couch. His modern, plush furnishings reflected his taste: big, heavy, and omnipresent. If the frabbit wasn’t the cause, what could be? The tone of the little guy’s voice was clear: he was as perplexed by this as Anthony. If the frabbit’s scent was to be believed, he was even turned on by it, the little freak! The tiger collapsed into his couch and brooded.
“You...you know, I … I don’t know what’s going on,” the frabbit said, “But … but maybe I could...” He looked down at his feet, then, his stammer fading.
Anthony scowled. “Do what...?” he prompted.
The frabbit looked up and licked his muzzle a bit. “S...stay with you? You know, until morning?”
Anthony let out a hearty laugh. “Are you kidding me? The only reason I brought you home was that the club was booked for space!” He shook his head, disbelievingly. “I’m not the sort to make attachments. I’m big, I get blown: that’s my life.”
The frabbit walked closer and -timidly- put his paw on the tiger’s knee. “You’re not so big any more,” he observed.
The tone in the little creature’s voice wasn’t scornful, but it did have a tinge of amusement in it. Anthony felt like punching him but figured that would just get the police involved. The last thing he needed was island security getting an eyeful of his ...small... problem.
“What’s your name, anyway?” he grumbled.
“Alex,” the frabbit said. “Uh, actually, it’s Alex Small.”
Anthony closed his eyes and groaned. “Of course it is.”