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"You are surrounded! Place your hands on your head!"

A deep sigh. "Do we really have to go through this every time I come near this city?"

"You are under arrest! If you come quietly leniency may be shown."

"I have never done anything besides walk through this little shithole."

"Surrender now or I order my troops to open fire!"

Eric rolled his eyes. "Death by a thousand tiny pricks, big deal."

The general, in full military regalia, pulled out his pistol and fired a single shot, hitting Eric in the shoulder. The rabbit didn't even flinch.

"You finished?" Eric demanded of the wolf, his exasperation hardening to something more ominous.

"I-I-I o-order you to- "

"For fuck's sake!" Nature itself seemed to go silent as the rabbit's enraged shout echoed across the landscape.

Perfectly aware that it would likely do more harm than good to his relationship with the powers that were, Eric seized the chopper hovering in front of him and planted a finger on top of the hub, halting the rotor immediately. Then, with his free hand, he gripped one of the blades between his thumb and index finger.

"I'm not going," he snarled, ripping the blade away from its fellows with a deafening screeching of metal being torn asunder before dropping it to the grass at his feet, "to destroy," blade number two met the same fate, clattering off the first as it landed, "your," number three, "CITY!" The fourth blade parted company with the chopper with a final resounding bang, digging into the ground as it hit it and seeming to point up at the ruined helicopter.

The tiny figures inside the chopper were staring out at the titanic lagomorph in horror, almost too scared to even scream as they were tipped onto Eric's waiting hand. The copter was flung into the distance, landing relatively safely in a distant small and disused quarry. Ignoring the ensuing explosion, Eric searched through the squirming soldiers until he was able to pick out the general; the others were deposited on the ground, welcome to flee, but their boss was enveloped in the rabbit's giant fist, entirely at Eric's mercy.

"Do not follow me. Do _not_fire any of your pathetic little projectiles at me," he growled at the rest of the troops in their various vehicles who did indeed have him surrounded, "Let me go about my business and nothing will happen. Bother me and..." he gestured towards the still smouldering wreck of the helicopter.

Stepping easily over the circle of military might, Eric directed his feet, not to the suburbs as planned, but towards the cargo port he knew to be located a little way down the coast. It seemed like the local garrison had listened to his threat as he remained unmolested during what to him was a short stroll across farmland to the collection of cranes and shipping containers that was his destination, though he could still feel the general struggling in the grip of his left hand.

Speaking of containers, that was precisely why he was heading that way. Reaching the fence that separated this industrial world with the lush fields and rolling hills beyond, Eric crouched down and began to scan the place for a suitably empty metal box, preferably with its doors open. Spying a red one whose interior he could catch a glimpse of, he leaned forward to nudge the doors further ajar and peer into what turned out to be a completely empty interior, all the while ignoring the shouts coming from the workers who had now spotted him. As his weight shifted, however, the pile of clearly full containers over which he was leaning was sent toppling as hundreds of pounds of meaty macro manhood slammed into the side of them as it swung with his momentum.

"Ah, shit!" Eric exclaimed, looking down at the tumbling boxes, a couple looking a little dented now. "I got them!" he called to the panicking figures in high-vis jackets, gathering up the various containers and restacking them as neatly as he could.

Before he made a mess of anything else, the rabbit seized what he'd come for and backed away into a neighbouring field. Then, taking the still-wriggling wolf between two fingers, he lowered him into the container and flicked the doors shut with a bang.

"I'll figure out what to do with you later," Eric muttered as, holding the rectangular box doors-up, he began the walk around to the other side of the city to begin his day proper.

*

"What kept you?" That was the first thing out of Eric's tiny vulpine friend Charlie's mouth once he'd clambered onto the giant rabbit's free hand and had been scooped a hundred or so feet into the air.

Eric took a deep breath, then sighed loudly. "Those army dicks again."

Charlie sighed too. "But they don't usually delay you much, do they?" he asked, sitting comfortably in his friend's spacious palm.

"Yeah, well..." Eric closed his eyes, taking a few tentative steps towards where they'd agreed to spend their day, knowing that the fox was going to give him grief for what he'd done, "I might have lost my temper a little bit."

"Meaning?"

"Well..." the rabbit swallowed, finding it easier to admit his misdeeds if he wasn't looking at the normal-sized fur in his hand, "I might have yelled at them a bit..."

"...And?"

"And destroyed one of their helicopters."

"...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand?"

The bunny whined, but he knew that Charlie wasn't going to give up on his interrogation. "And kidnapped their boss guy." He shook the container lightly for emphasis.

Charlie's eyes flicked to the red crate a short distance below him, then back up to his friend's face. "Seriously? He's in there?"

"I want to teach him a lesson! I can't so much as set foot outside my cave without that asshole trying to arrest me for existing. I just haven't figured out what to do yet exactly. Oh, also," he said, raising the container up to within the fox's reach, "could you bolt it shut? I would but, y'know, fat fingers."

Despite despairing of the rabbit's decision-making, the joke broke the tension between him and Charlie and made the fox far more disposed to doing as he was asked.

"You know he'll run out of air in there," Charlie said as he sealed the container's door shut.

"Good," was Eric's muttered reply, "But that doesn't feel creative enough."

The pair of them spent the remainder of the relatively short journey to their private beach discussing methods by which they could teach their captive to keep off Eric's back for good, though none of their ideas stuck with either of them. The reason the beach was private was because it was surrounded on three sides by sheer cliffs which were impossible to scale without abseiling, leaving the only route in by boat; the only route, that is, unless you're a hundred feet tall.

Eric stepped easily down from the surrounding grassland to the warm golden sands that separated the cliffs from the gently lapping waters of the little bay, setting Charlie and the container down in a safe corner before he sprawled out, his body from the tips of his ears draped across the sand to his pleasurably wiggling toes stretching almost the full length of the beach.

"Ahhh..." the rabbit breathed, closing his eyes with his face upturned towards the gloriously warm rays of the sun beating down on him, "Peace and quiet. Just me, my best friend, and nature."

"Yeah, definitely one of my favourite spots," Charlie agreed, walking over to Eric's head from where he'd been let down, "You taking a dip?"

"Later, I want to soak up some sun first." The bunny's eyelids parted just tiny bit, but it was enough for the fox to know that he was looking his way and trying to be subtle about it.

Charlie sighed, chuckling. "You know I don't mind you watching. After all, I never see you anything other than butt naked."

Eric's cheeks grew a few degrees warmer of their own volition, but he opened his eyes fully nonetheless. He plucked the little vulpine off the sand and set him gently down on his chest, propping his head up on his arms he now folded behind it.

"A stripper's got to have a stage," he said to Charlie's curiously cocked head, his ears getting a little hot now too.

Laughing heartily now, the fox began to strut his stuff in a show for a giant's eyes only. His hips began to sway, gradually becoming more and more exaggerated in their fluid motion as those gloved hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it gradually upwards, revealing his torso inch by sensual inch. Eric was immediately transfixed, licking his lips as he got a front row seat for the show starring the most attractive person he could think of; Charlie was no bodybuilder but he was still blessed with a deliciously athletic physique, complete with abs, pecs, and plenty of other beautifully crafted muscles the rabbit hadn't made it his business of which to learn the names.

Down to the soft, dense, pale chest fur Charlie's shirt fluttered as he turned his back on the lagomorph's face, just in time to see one of his friend's gargantuan hands make its way as surreptitiously as possible to his groin many metres away. The fox gyrated his hips and slowly edged his pants down over his rounded rear as he watched that hand start to idly fondle what hung between Eric's legs: he had only ever seen it from a distance, but he knew from comparisons with the palm on which he so often perched that the bunny was endowed with far more girth and length than his entire body could muster.

The fox continued to wiggle his butt in his friend's general direction once his pants had been kicked away, keeping his fluffy brush of a tail out of the way until he began flexing his muscles as nonchalantly as he could, trying to avoid striking any ridiculously exaggerated and showy poses while giving Eric the spectacle he wanted.

At last his underwear was travelling down his sturdy thighs, his posterior becoming ever more visible until the elastic crested the summit of its curve, then fell to the heaving surface of the rabbit's chest. Charlie turned slowly, still relentlessly rotating his hips until he was facing Eric, giving him a few seconds to watch his own far less impressive member flopping around before he stopped, covering his groin with his hands.

Eric pouted, clearly disappointed that the show had come to an end but smiled sheepishly when he saw the toothy grin Charlie was giving him. The fox marched up his friend's chest to his face, pressing a kiss to the rabbit's ever-twitching nose. Eric responded by smothering Charlie's whole body with his lips, his tongue sneaking out between them to rub between the comparatively tiny fur's legs.

"Nah ah ah!" Charlie scolded, backing away from the extremely intimate kiss, "Not just yet, big fella."

Scowling, Eric exacted his revenge on the vulpine tease by snatching him off his furry stage and dropping him into the water about fifteen metres from the shore. "Jerk."

Charlie emerged, coughing, spluttering, and disgorging a fountain of seawater. "No fair!" he yelled, though gave his true feelings away by grinning once again. Eric merely stuck out his tongue, then rolled onto his front to sun his back.

The two of them had tried swimming together just the once and it had been a brief experiment quickly abandoned: it transpired that Charlie couldn't be within ten metres of his friend without getting pulled beneath the surface by currents not even he, excellent swimmer though he was, could battle as they were created by the titan's smallest movements; though Eric had rescued the fox from the seabed within seconds, it wasn't an experience either of them ever wanted to repeat.

So they had to take it in turns. Charlie swam lengths, using the dozing giant's body as a judge of the distance he was covering, then ducked and dived under the waves as they rolled in just for fun. Once he'd got bored with that, he simply bobbed in salty water while his eyes roved up and down Eric's immense form, his eyes lingering particularly on the mighty curve of a rump so large he could have lived on it in reasonable comfort.

Eventually he emerged from the water, Eric's sensitive ears picking up his friend's approach. The rabbit lay still for a time, simply watching as the fox used the fur on his shoulder as a makeshift towel, only rising once Charlie seemed satisfied with the dryness of his own fur.

The bay was far, far too shallow for Eric to really enjoy himself, but it took barely any time at all for him to wade a kilometre or so from the coast. With the water now lapping around his chest, he dived, following the slope of the seafloor until the need for air overwhelmed him. He burst back into the air with a gasp, panting and grinning with enjoyment at the feeling of freedom he had while in the water. He trod water for a moment, peering back towards the bay; though he was unable to make out his vulpine friend, he could still just make out what looked like a big red brick: the container. Nevertheless, he waved to Charlie.

From Charlie's perspective, the giant rabbit had gone from filling his vision to being on the very edge of the horizon within less than a minute. He could see him waving so followed suit, though he knew there was no chance that Eric would be able to see him doing so. Without much else to do while his friend was quite literally at sea, the fox opted to do some sunbathing of his own, ready to let nature do what Eric's fur had failed to entirely do.

Back out in the water, Eric had spotted something he could have a little fun with: a fishing boat. Slipping back beneath the surface, he descended to near the sandy floor and began to snatch rather blindly at his surroundings, his fingers occasionally able to snatch something more than water. He kept this up until he could once again feel his lungs urging him to come up for air. Having been making sure to swim towards the small vessel while doing his fishing, he was able to surge back into the fresh air far away enough to avoid capsizing them with the waves his sudden appearance would cause, but close enough to give them the fright of their lives. Indeed, he heard several yells of shock and terror as his head broke the surface, able to see the three furs in lifejackets scrambling to get the boat started again once he'd shaken his hair from his eyes.

"Relax!" he called to them, paddling closer as carefully as he could, "I thought I'd give you guys some help." He raised his hands from the depths below and let his catch tumble onto the exposed deck at the back of their craft. True, he'd snagged several clumps of seaweed and a depressing volume of various kinds of plastic, but he had at least caught several dozen fish and a couple of squid. "Heh, sorry, couldn't actually see down there."

Two of the fishermen approached his hands cautiously as he picked out all he was sure they didn't want: throwing the seaweed back into the water but scrunching the plastic in his hand to take back to shore for proper disposal.

"There, hope that helps!" he said brightly, kicking his feet to propel himself away from the boat.

The two brave souls glanced at the collection of flopping and flailing sea creatures, then at each other, then at Eric. "Th-Thank you...?" one of them, a portly otter, said uncertainly.

"No problem! See you!" Eric gave them all a bucktooth grin, then ducked back beneath the waves.

*

It was like a rainstorm had hit on the cloudless day such was the noise of the droplets pounding on the sand as they dripped from Eric's sodden fur as he emerged from the ocean. Though he could see Charlie's lips moving far below him as he brushed his hair and ears back, squeezing even more water out of them, he couldn't hear a thing his tiny voice was saying over the din of him drip drying himself.

"What was that?" he asked when he'd flopped onto the sand, his face close to where the fox was standing.

"What were you doing out there? And why do you have a literal tonne of plastic?"

"Oh, I did a bit of fishing and caught all this," he waved the fist keeping the debris in check, "so I thought I'd clean the ocean up a little."

"And the fish you presumably caught?"

"Gave it all to some guys on their boat," he said unconcernedly, depositing the trash into the shipping container piece by piece; muffled noises of protest echoed up from its capacious depths before Eric let the door slam shut again.

Charlie rolled his eyes, though he was far from surprised at this explanation. "Okay, Mister Community Spirit, want to take me home now?"

"Well..." Eric blushed, averting his gaze, "perhaps now we could...?" He let the question dangle, hoping that the fox would get the gist.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," Charlie conceded with a laugh.

Eric nodded eagerly, his ears briefly flopping over his face. He scooped the fox off the sand and held him up to his face, gave him a brief opportunity to kiss him - which Charlie took, giving his friend a peck on his bottom lip - before smothering him with his lips once again. Within seconds some of the heat of the moment was already overtaking the huge rabbit and Charlie was covered from head to foot in his saliva, though both were distracted from this side effect by the immense tongue once again rubbing as lightly as it could between the fox's legs. Charlie clung to the bunny's relatively short muzzle as he was essentially kissed towards a climax, no inch of him safe from those lips or that tongue.

When you're only a fraction of the size of your partner, the amount of stimulation you receive can quickly become overwhelming. Much as he wanted their intimacy to linger for at least a few minutes, it was less than sixty seconds before the fox was letting out a moan muffled by his friend's mouth and he was shooting a load that may as well been a blank onto that gargantuan, prehensile muscle.

This seemed like no more than Eric had expected, however, as he gave the fox one last kiss before drawing him away from his muzzle. "Enjoy that?" he asked, considering the red-furred figure all but plastered to his hand by his saliva. Charlie had barely begun to nod when a lightbulb seemed to flicker on inside Eric's head. "I've got it! Just got to do me too."

Though groggy from being overwhelmed by the oral pleasuring of a macro, Charlie's brain still grasped the implications for him in what the rabbit said. "Wait! I don't think that's a good id- "

Plap! The hand holding the fox fastened itself around Eric's already stiffening manhood, introducing Charlie to it rather more suddenly than he'd envisaged. His nostrils were filled with the mingling smells of sea water, rabbit spit, and the heady musk radiating from the pink mass he now found himself pressed up against, nearly twice as tall as he was.

The origins of the first two scents proved to be quite useful for what came next. Charlie had been fearing that Eric would get ahead of himself and start masturbating with him being dragged and scraped along with the motion into what he imagined to be a bloodied mess. Fortunately, however, the saliva coating him and the saline still trickling down Eric's mast proved to be effective lubricants. Charlie was therefore able to almost enjoy being rubbed up and down something in the region of twelve feet of giant cock; his feet occasionally touching the soft fur at the base, at other times he was able to gulp down some fresh air as his head protruded above another, far larger head.

"Oh yeah, keep doing that. That feels good!" Eric called down to his living sex aid, which was squirming about in his grasp, adding an extra level of stimulation to his regular masturbation.

As he descended deeper into pleasure, his eyes starting to droop a tad, Eric fumbled for the shipping container with his free hand and prising the doors open once more; he held it with the opening facing skywards as always, ready to put his plan into action.

Up and down went Eric's hand, and wherever it went Charlie was forced to go too. He was following the instructions he thought he'd heard from above and was wiggling his body from side to side, his arms and legs roving about his friend's shaft at random in the hopes that it would bring him to his peak sooner. His work seemed to be having an effect too: there was nothing pliable about the flesh beneath him now and he could feel blood vessels as thick as garden hoses pumping furiously to keep this marvel of nature erect.

And then, with a sudden twitch, he came.

Eric, in a moment of clarity, let the tiny fox slide safely down his length, bounce off the fluffy sack that contained nuts the size of small boulders, and onto the sand between his legs before tightening his grip on the throbbing erection he needed to direct. Splashing a little onto the surrounding sand and down the sides, Eric released his load into the shipping container. It spattered the interior, coating every last bit of it with its thick, viscous fluid.

Peering inside, Eric could see the general struggling to his feet with shouts of fury in disgust, prompting the rabbit to add the final insult: pursing his lips, he allowed a thick strand of spittle to descend into the container as well, landing squarely on the wolf's head. Once the humiliation was complete, the door slammed shut again.

*

A red shipping container, a little scratched and dented, smelling strongly over saltwater with a faint hint of something muskier, appeared back at the port overnight. A one-word note of apology, written on an otherwise blank piece of paper was affixed to the door with a length of duct tape: 'Sorry'.

Meanwhile at the military base across town, the general - who had been 'missing presumed dead' - was found in the middle of the civilian parking lot with a large quantity of refuse and refusing to answer any of the questions put to him about where he had been, what had happened, and what substances he was covered in; the one thing he did say, however, was that a more lenient policy towards macros was expedient.