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The rivalry between Wolf and Fox had always been strong. They wanted to keep it that way - feeling it was best to maintain the "status quo," so to speak. Even with that in mind, Fox had Wolf beat out in nearly everything - he had a more reliable crew (depending on your definition of the word "reliable"), he was better at flying, and he was ever the lady's man. But one thing Wolf had him beat at was something Fox didn't like to admit.

"Hey, small fry!" Wolf laughed in a booming voice, smacking his "rival" on the back with a smile. While they always put on a show of being "bitter rivals to the end," they were secretly hooking up on the down-low. "G-good morning, Wolf..." Fox muttered beneath his breath, trying to compose himself. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked, looking towards the clock.

"You know me, lil' guy - always gotta keep ya on your toes!" Wolf shot back, still smiling. Wolf was definitely the more aggressive of the two in terms of their faux rivalry - easily the quickest between the two to pick a fight, to try and start trouble, or just to tease his "friend". Whether he cares to admit it to anyone but Fox or not, he still cared for him deep down - that aggression generally melted whenever the two were alone. "So... How's my favorite little guy doing?"

"Exhausted. I didn't sleep at all last night, and I've got a lot of work to handle today." Fox let out with a sigh. "Oh, I didn't mean you, silly. I meant..." Wolf looked down at Fox's crotch, shooting him a sly grin. The one thing Fox didn't have Wolf beat on was girth. Fox had always been a bit of a small packer - and, unfortunately, it was the one thing he could never hope to compare to with Wolf. Wolf is, of course, well aware of this - taking every chance he gets to tease his "little fox".

"S-shut up, Wolf-" Fox muttered out, not thinking. He'd never admit it to Wolf's face, but part of him enjoyed it. Or, perhaps... he enjoyed what came from him lashing out.

Immediately realizing what he'd done, Fox's face turned a very bright shade of red. Wolf's sly grin grew even wider, knowing it was time again to show his plaything who was boss. "So, Fox," Wolf pushed his body closer to Fox's, putting a finger on his snout. "Are you sure that's how you wanna play it, little man?" Wolf slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out a vial of liquid. "You know what happens to naughty boys who talk back, don't you?"

Fox's face grew an even brighter shade of red, while his small dick throbbed in his underwear. By this point, Wolf's body was right up against his own - with Wolf's full body weight pressing down on him, he had no hope to escape. "I-I'm sorry, Wol-" Fox tried to mutter out, through his forcefully shut muzzle. "Ssssh, little guy. There's no apologies now. You've been a bad boy, and I think you know what needs to be done now." Wolf popped the lid off of the vial in his hand with a single flick, and forced Fox's muzzle open. "Now, be a good boy, and drink every last drop for daddy, eh?"

Fox knew at this point he had no other choice but to give in to Wolf's commands. This had happened before, and every time, he'd played right into Wolf's trap. Wolf knew the best way to push his buttons - and Fox knew what would happen every time. Of course, he'd never admit it, but he enjoyed it just as much as the bigger, stronger wolf.

Just as Fox gulped down the last drops from the vial, he felt his body beginning to change. He was shrinking down pretty quickly - down to the size of a grape. Naturally, he was trapped in his clothes; luckily, he'd showered the night before. Unfortunately for him, though, Wolf hadn't been anywhere near as considerate...

"Alright, now that's more like it! Small body for a small dicked fox like yourself!" Wolf laughed to himself, bending down to pick up his new toy. "Now, little guy... Where should I stick you first? Under my arms? In my underwear?" Wolf gleefully asked, knowing full well he wouldn't be getting an answer. Fox tried to struggle - at least, pretended to - though it was, of course, completely futile. Wolf was going to have his way with him, one way or the other.

"Hmm... I think I should show you what a real man's packin'." Wolf grinned to himself, slowly lowering Fox to his underwear. "Be careful down there, though - it's been a while since I last got to take a shower. Had to make sure it's nice and uncomfortable for ya, hah!"

Wolf pulled his underwear open, setting Fox on his dick, right above his balls. With a snap, he closed his underwear, giving his bulge a quick rustle. "Hope ya like it down there, lil guy! I'll let you out...eventually. In the meantime, how's about you get to lickin' and sniffn, eh?"

Unfortunately for Fox, the scent was far worse than he had anticipated. He'd dealt with Wolf not showering for at most two days before - and even that was pushing it - but this... he couldn't tell when the last time he showered was. The scent was already overpowering his senses, making it difficult to breathe. But he fought on - huffing in every last bit of musk from his dominant partner's sheath and balls, occasionally struggling to let the big guy think he hated it.

"Enjoy it down there, bud - that vial was extra strength. You're gonna be as small as that tiny little thing you call a 'dick' for a good while!" Wolf laughed out to himself, whilst flicking through channels on the television.

Fox would definitely enjoy himself. But maybe, someday, he'll get the chance to be the bigger man...