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Alex was very conscious of the sun as it bore down onto the back of his neck. He was utterly bathed in sweat, glistening his skin into a sheen and making the hairs on his arms stand out on ends. He was hunched over, hands on his knees, breathing hard, looking down at the asphalt underneath his feet where the sweat dripping off his nose plipped. His short cut brown hair was spiked by the sweat soddening it. He licked his lips to taste the salt. He wore a baggy red t-shirt with a blue number 1 emblazoned on it. On his legs were a black pair of gym shorts. Both were darkened by the moisture which made them cling to his skin tightly. Everything felt uncomfortable. His muscles burned and he felt the first signs of a sunburn coming on. If he was out there any longer he thought he would die. But there was more training to do, and he was going to do it.

He stood upright and put his hands on his hips. He took a few more deep breaths. The oxygen seeped back into his muscles, and the aching subsided, but did not leave entirely. It wouldn't for the rest of the day. He stood on a blacktop basketball court, towards its center. The two stanchions at its ends had been removed. It was one of three other courts that were part of a rec yard. Nearby were some tennis courts and some volleyball nets. The rec yard was next to a beach. It had been built on a section of land that had been blown out of a hill. Surrounding it were tall dunes laid over with boulders to cordon it off from the hills. A small fence ran around in front of them to deter kids from climbing the rocks. The sun was arcing towards the horizon behind him, drawing Alex's shadow out several feet in front of him. He'd been working out on that court for the past three hours, but it felt like an entire day. He only had a few more minutes until he would be done for the day, but until then, time would continue to drag itself like a slug.

With him on the court was Isabelle, his secretary and current work out partner. She was a shih tzu with golden blonde fur that shimmered fantastically in the sun. Her hair was fashioned into a bob just above her shoulders. A signature top knot sprouted from the pinnacle of her head, tied together with a pink ribbon with two bells. Less fanciful was her outfit, a tight sports bra and matching gym shorts that only just came below the bottom swell of her buttocks. Her athleticism was on display, from her tautly packed midriff down to her muscular legs, something she usually kept hidden with the conservative dresses she wore on the job. Now wasn't one of those times. Now she was allowed to give her boss hell, something she took advantage of dearly.

Slung over her shoulder was a fishing rod, reeled all the way in. At the end of the line was a plastic hook and red and white bobber. It seemed awfully out of place on a basketball court, but it was necessary for the next, and thankfully last, part of their workout. "You ready?" Isabelle called out to him with a teasing level of impatience.

"Yeah," Alex huffed. "Just give me a second."

"Sure thing, but I gotta get home eventually. Today would be nice."

He managed a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. I promise."

The reason Isabelle and him were out there toiling in the intense heat was the upcoming Smash Tournament. Representatives from dozens of worlds were all coming together to duke it out in a thrilling display of adrenaline fueled combat. Alex and Isabelle had been selected to fight for their realm and vowed to fight as hard as they possibly could. This was their ninth year participating, and although neither of them had ever won a championship, it didn't mean they would ever stop training.

Of course, training was always the hardest part. Alex was the mayor of his town and had several duties that came with it. Taking care of his villagers and ensuring their well-being took precedence over everything else. Isabelle was his secretary, but she usually had more time to work out. Alex had no such luxury, and crammed all of his preparation within the few weeks leading up to the tourney. They worked on their moves, bulked up their strength, honed their speed, and sharpened their minds. Every ounce of concentration and willpower was going to be necessary to win, and Isabelle demanded all of it from him.

With most of their workout out of the way, it was time to practice recovery. It was the easiest skill for them, thus it was saved for last. In tourneys, players who were knocked off of the stage, whether out through the ceiling or over the edges, had their score lowered. Players could use items or powers to "recover" back onto the stage if they were knocked over the edge. Alex and Isabelle had two of the best recovery strategies out of everyone who played. They employed balloon helmets that could lift them wherever they needed to go for a great distance. Some considered it unfair, but it was a legal tactic, so they used it.

They used Isabelle's fishing pole to practice. One of her most dangerous weapons, any player unfortunate enough to get hooked was likely to find themselves flung halfway across the stage, if not off of it entirely. It was a boon for Alex in that it was the perfect tool to practice recovery with. He secretly thought it was unnecessary thanks to their overpowered recovery skills, but Isabelle insisted that they practice anyway.

"Alright," Alex said after one last long exhale. "I'm ready."

"Good to hear." Isabelle grasped the handle of her fishing pole with both paws. She flipped the bail, readying the reel to cast. "Let's do it."

That caught more than just the attention of Alex's. Only a few spaces away from their basketball court was a tennis court that had a single person there. It was Ankha, the desert cat, leaning up against the fence surrounding the tennis courts, watching closely. She was a tall, slender woman with deep yellow fur broken apart by bands of deep blue that wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and tail. Her hair was the same shade of blue, cut neatly at an even length. Sitting on her head was a gold and blue headpiece the shape of a cobra. Her ears jutted high above her head, resembling a pair of tall, blue pyramids. Her eyes were accented by curled wings of blue that looked like makeup, but were entirely natural, something she liked to brag about. She wore a short white tennis dress that hung around her mid-thigh airily. She had been watching them ever since their workout started. She had pulled out a tennis ball machine to make it look like she was doing something; she even swatted at a few balls with her racket. As soon as it was obvious Alex and Isabelle were paying her no mind, she turned it off and started to watch. Now that it was time to use the fishing pole, she paid extra attention.

Ankha, hardly the woman to ever harbor strong emotions towards anyone, had a simmering interest towards Alex. Ever since he had come to the town and become its mayor he had nagged her attention, subtly at first, less so as time went on. She would see him around town, working with the citizenry, making sure everything was right, doting on every little issue and fixing it. They had only interacted a few times, never having much more than a few brief "how are you"'s and "I'm doing well"'s. She wrote him off as just any old mayor, the kind who micromanaged and put on a cheery face for the townsfolk, just to keep everyone happy. That started to change once she started seeing him more, either in passing or more personally. She started to see that signature smile of his as genuine. He seemed to truly care for the people around him. He put real effort into making sure the lives of the townsfolk were happy and peaceful, and he did a damn good job of doing it. She would spot him on the beach, wearing only his swim trunks, showing off a neatly chiseled torso that she had trouble looking away from. She found herself thinking about him more often than anyone else. She often hoped that she would run into him and have the chance to say 'hello'.

It disgusted her to no end.

Ankha didn't like to have crushes on anyone, let alone some measly mayor. She felt childish for thinking about him as often as she did, like some middle school girl who had a crush on her math teacher. Whenever he would enter her thoughts, she would quickly brush him away and try to think about something else. As time went on, that would happen more and more frequently, much to her chagrin. She tried to convince herself that she didn't have a crush, and that it was all just some petty obsession that she would grow out of. Trouble was, she wasn't very persuasive, especially not when she caught herself wondering what Alex looked like without any clothes on. She would have to take drastic measures to assure herself that it wasn't a crush, she had no feelings for him, and that he could go drown himself in a ditch for all she cared.

She hatched a plan once she heard about the upcoming Smash tourney. She watched Alex and Isabelle practicing one day and witnessed their recovery workout. She was amazed by the distance Isabelle sent him flying with her fishing pole, as well as how he was able to summon his balloon helmet and calmly float back down to the basketball court. What if she could make it so the pole sent him further than he was used to? What if that pole could launch him clear off the island? Ankha was going to try and find out. She snuck into the shed next to the rec yard where all of the balls and equipment were stored. That was where Isabelle kept her pole, both for practicing and the occasional fishing at the beach next to the yard. Ankha did her homework. She figured out how to rig a reel to do things it normally wouldn't. For example, she could modify the bail so that once it was flipped for casting, it couldn't be flipped back. That would send the hook, and whatever was attached to it, flying as far out as the line could reach. A quick little finessing with the reel and the deed was done. All she had to do was wait until the next day and watch the results.

She gripped the chain link fence in front of her. Her banded cat tail flicked and swayed behind her excitedly. Maybe Isabelle would launch him so high into the sky that the last thing she would see of him would be the twinkle of his body breaking into the stratosphere. Then maybe she wouldn't have to worry about him intruding on her thoughts for as long as he was gone. She snickered to herself as she pictured him washing up on the beach, dripping with seawater, a crown of seaweed on his head, a stubborn crab hanging from his nose by its pincer. Maybe that would be an image of him that would stick better than his shirtless form on the beach. She could only hope.

Isabelle lifted the rod over her head behind her. The hook and bobber dangled from the line. She gripped the handle like a samurai ready to decapitate. Alex separated his feet and relaxed. Panicking while in the air wasn't going to help him. He had to remain calm. That turned difficult once Isabelle swung the rod forward, launching the hook forward like a streamer. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz went the reel as it spun into a blur, letting loose more and more line. The hook hissed through the air like a dart. It landed square in the center of Alex's shirt, right on the big blue 1. He didn't have any time to brace before Isabelle turned her body to the side, stepped her foot out like a pitcher ready to throw, and arced the rod over her head like a javelin. Alex was pulled off his feet like a varmint snatched up like a hawk. He felt his stomach sink into his groin as the world around shrank beneath his feet. He careened into the air, clothes flapping, face sagged by the G-forces, trying to fight the tunnel of gray fuzz that encroached on his peripherals. Soon he was up and over Isabelle's head, headed straight for the other end of the court.

Ankha watched with widened eyes and a jittery tail. Her eyes tracked him along his journey, waiting to see if he would continue flying until he was up in the clouds. Isabelle flipped the bail once he was at his zenith. Normally, the line would have caught and stopped unreeling. The force of the sudden stop would have torn the hook off of Alex and stopped its influence on his trajectory. None of that happened. The line continued whizzing off of the real, and the hook stayed on Alex. Isabelle looked down at the reel and saw what was happening. She frantically flipped and re-flipped the bail. It didn't work. She looked up in horror as Alex soared over her head higher and higher, looking like he would never stop.

Alex wasn't aware anything was wrong. The wind roared in his ears and the blood sank to his ankles. All he could do was wait for the hook to rip off his shirt so that he could pull out his helmet and safely pilot himself back. Isabelle yanked the rod downward to stop him, but the speed of his launch was too much. Ankha's grip on the fence tightened. Her head was tilted nearly all the way up as Alex turned into a tiny silhouette zooming through the bright blue sky. Isabelle watched with a much greater sense of horror. She threw the rod down and sprinted after him, hoping that she would reach his landing spot before he did.

Alex hit the apex of his flight. Everything turned weightless. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but cerulean sky highlighted by the blinding sun. He turned his head and looked down. The basketball court, and the recyard around it, looked like a satellite image. He saw the white lines on the blacktop and Isabelle, now as small as an ant, running across it. It was all so quiet, so eerily calm. There was no flashing of his life before his eyes, no last regrets, no flood of ideas to save himself. There was only that serene silence, broken only by the thump of his heart in his ears.

Then the ground began to come up at him. That's when the terror dawned on him.

His limbs went into a frantic flail. His head went down first, throwing him into a slow twirl. Everything became a blur, switching between the ground, the sky, the ground, the sky, and the ground again. He desperately grabbed at his back pocket for his helmet. Nothing came. With the hook still resolutely stuck to his shirt, there was nothing he could do to alter or slow his rapidly accelerating plummet.

Ankha's paws clapped onto her mouth. The realization of what she had done raked her heart like an evil claw. "Nooo!" She bolted off of the fence and out through the gate. She sprinted across the blacktop, her eyes locked on Alex's tumbling body. She traced his downward path to see where he would land. A cannonball of dread struck her heart once she saw the jagged assortment of granite boulders waiting for him on the dunes. She ran faster, arms and legs pumping, hitting a speed she never had before. She knew she would get there too late, yet she ran all the same.

Alex came head down towards the rocky dunes head first. In one last effort to save himself, he reached his arms out ahead of him, a hopeless, if necessary effort to slow his fall. He fell into the rocks at the highest point of the dunes, palms first. Ankha and Isabelle both heard the terrible snap. His chest deflected off of the face of the boulder, sending him rolling down the dune across that perilous course of solid spikes. He spun downward, glancing against and bouncing off of nearly every rock in the way. His body looked flaccid, like he'd been reduced to a stiff bag of meat. He came off of the last rock, but his misery was not done. His legs were pointed to the sky, spread open into a Y when they keeled over and landed him crotch first on the chain link fence. He let loose a crackled yelp, stiffening his back for just a moment before he slumped over the side of the fence away from the rocks. He hit the earth shoulder first, motionless.

"Alex!" Isabelle screamed, reaching him within seconds of him coming to a stop. She kneeled over him, panic wrenching at her face. It was a tremendous relief to hear him groan in pain, but that did nothing to alleviate the fear of how bad the damage was. He rolled over onto his back, whimpering and groaning. His forearms were pointed up, wrists hung limp. His arms were bent and dented at several angles. A hideous shade of red had appeared, one that would surely turn into a sickly black and blue. His knees were bent and pressed together. Nearly as exigent as the agony wrapped around his arms was that which stung in his crotch. Tears rolled down the side of his face.

"Ow..." was all he managed to say.

"Alex! Don't move! Don't move! I'll call an ambulance. Oh God... I don't know what happened! I..."

She was cut off by the rapid stomp of Ankha's feet from behind her. She skidded to a halt and squatted next to Isabelle. She looked even more terrified. Her normally placid eyes were wide, bleeding a heavy flow of tears. "Is he OK???"

Isabelle had no idea what Ankha was doing there, but there wasn't any time to ask. "He's alive, but he's busted up pretty bad."

Ankha grabbed the sides of her head. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh nooooooo... I'm so sorry."

Isabelle didn't know what she was apologizing for, but again, there was no time. "I'm calling an ambulance. Stay here with him. Don't touch him." Isabelle shot to her feet and sprinted for her gym bag where her phone was. She left Ankha with Alex, both of whom were wracked with terrible feelings. Agony for one, guilt for the other.

The ambulance came quickly. The paramedics lifted him onto a stretcher, hustled him onto the ambulance, and screeched away, sirens blaring. Isabelle didn't share any words with Ankha. She got into her car and bolted for the hospital. Ankha followed, albeit far more hesitantly. Alex was in the ER by the time she got there. She found Isabelle sitting in the waiting room, sitting on one of the many red chairs that lined the white brick walls. Isabelle looked up and saw her. Her eyes were like daggers to Ankha's heart. "Hey." Isabelle said flatly.

"Hey," Ankha said back. "Is he in there?" she asked, nodding towards the double doors leading into the ER.

"Yeah. Doc says he's gonna be fine. He's messed up, but nothing life threatening. They're putting his arms back together. Doctor didn't say anything about it, but he's out of the tournament." She sighed. "Guess I am too."

Ankha's guilt clenched her heart even tighter. "I'm sorry."

Isabelle shrugged. "I'm fine. It's him I'm worried about." Isabelle looked up at her from beneath the very cusp of her eyelids. "What were you doing at the rec yard? We saw you playing tennis, but then you stopped to watch us. If you wanted to watch, you could've just asked. What were you doing?"

Here we go. Ankha's tail flicked behind her nervously, an obvious tell. "I was there to watch you guys. I was kinda pretending to play tennis."

"Yeah, I got that already. Why?"

Ankha was struck by how the adorable and almost constantly cheery Isabelle could be so fierce. "I tried to pull a prank on Alex. I guess it worked."

Isabelle's nostrils flared as a deep inhale sucked through them, inflating her chest. "And what was that prank?" she said with bubbling venom.

Ankha couldn't bring herself to look at her. "I rigged the reel on your rod so the bail wouldn't work. I thought it would throw him off the island. It was- I thought it was just a prank." God, I sound so fucking childish saying that.

"And why were you pranking him?"

Maybe she doesn't have to know that. "I just thought it would be funny." She rubbed her elbow guiltily. "I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear."

Isabelle remained quiet. Ankha could tell that she knew she was lying about why she did it. She had every right to walk up to her and smack the shit out of her, but she didn't. She sat right where she was, seething, but silent. Finally, she took a deep breath and sat back in her chair. "You're going to take care of him," she said.

"W-what?"

"Alex, when he gets out of here, you're going to take care of him. You'll be his caretaker and do everything he asks. He's still got work to do, and I'm his secretary. I won't be able to. You did this, so you're going to make up for it. He won't have use of his arms, that's for sure. You're gonna do everything for him that he needs, and I mean everything. Do you understand?"

Ankha felt her face turn red. Images of Alex in his nature appeared in her mind. Her tail flicked behind her. This was absolutely no situation worth celebrating, however, and she kicked herself for being so shallow. She drooped her ears and bowed her head. "Yeah..."

Isabelle seemed to relax. "Good." She pointed at the chair on the opposite wall. "Sit. We're gonna wait for what the doctor has to say." Ankha trudged over to the chair and obeyed. About 20 minutes later the double doors swung open, jerking the two women out of what had been near-slumber. It was Gabi, a rabbit doctor, dressed in a white coat. She had white fur and a frizzy mop of orange hair on the very top of her scalp. Pink freckled constellated her cherubic face. The insides of her tall bunny ears were a bright purple. Isabelle shot up to her feet. "How is he?"

"Well, he's alive, stable, and asleep right now, that's the good news." Indeed it was, hitting both Ankha and Isabelle with a nauseous wave of relief.

"And the bad news?" Ankha asked.

"Well, I don't have to tell you his arms are busted up pretty bad. Multiple fractures up and down both halves of his arms. He won't be using them anytime soon, I'm afraid. We've got them set into a temporary cast. We'll put more sturdy ones on him tomorrow, when he's awake. There are several scrapes and bruises across his body, many of which we haven't found all of yet, but he's not bleeding and everything's working as it should, so we're not worried."

"That's good," Isabelle said. "Can we see him?"

"Well, he's asleep right now, and I wouldn't recommend it. He's all wrapped up, and we're still examining him. You wouldn't want to see him as he is now. We'll have him more presentable tomorrow. We have to examine him when he's awake. We can call you when that happens, if you want to be there for it."

"We will," Isabelle declared. "Ankha will be her caretaker. We'll find out what has to be done." Ankha wasn't comfortable with being spoken for so vehemently, but she wasn't in any position to protest.

Gabi nodded. "I'll need both of your numbers."

They gave them to her, and Gabi returned to the ER. Without sparing Ankha so much as a glance, Isabelle turned around and stormed out. "See you tomorrow," she declared bitterly.

* * *

Ankha got a call early the next morning that Alex was awake. She went to the hospital and pulled into the parking lot at the same time as Isabelle. They walked inside wordlessly, forming a tension that made Ankha's tail puff out anxiously. The front desk told them that Alex had been moved to a room upstairs where they both went. They walked down the hallway and found Alex's room. There he was sitting upright on the hospital bed. His arms were locked inside a pair of L-shaped white casts. His face was bruised, but not broken. He saw the two women walk inside, and his face lit up.

"Isabelle! Hey! How are you?" He made a confused look when he saw Ankha. "And Ankha too! How are you both?"

Isabelle walked up to the bed and laid a gentle paw on his cast. She wanted to hug him desperately, but thought better thanks to his injuries. "I'm great, now that I know you're OK."

"Oh, I'm great. A little tied up," he said, lifting his casted arms. "But I'm fine. Thanks for coming here." He looked at Ankha. "And what brings you here?"

Ankha could barely bring herself to look at him. Sensing her hesitation, Isabelle spoke for her. "Ankha came here to say 'sorry'."

Alex frowned. "Sorry? For what?"

Isabelle looked at her. "Tell him."

Ankha took a deep breath and managed eye-contact. "I rigged the pole so the bail wouldn't close. I'm why you went flying. I thought it would be a silly prank. It wasn't. God, I'm so sorry..."

Alex's smile vanished. "Oh..." He looked down into his lap where his legs bulged the white hospital sheets. "And what made you do that?"

'Cause I'm an idiot who wanted to prove that I didn't like you when I know that's not the truth. "I just... I wanted to see what it would do. I didn't think it would do all of that. I swear."

Alex remained silent for a few moments, not looking at her. "Well, I guess it was an accident. I'm alive, I can be grateful for that."

"Ankha's going to take care of you," Isabelle said. "She wants to make up for what she did. She won't stop until you're out of those casts."

"Really?" he asked, looking up at Ankha with a hopeful gleam in his eye.

It made Ankha's heart melt. "Yeah..."

"Well, that's good to hear. I guess all's forgiven then," he said, starting to smile again. Ankha hated how adorable he looked when he smiled. She also hated just how quick he was to forgive her, given the severity of her crime.

Gabi walked in. "Well, looks like we've got some visitors. I'm glad you two showed up. We're gonna do some more assessments on the damage so that we know what needs to be done. Have a seat, you two." The two women obeyed and watched as the doctor got to work. She gave Alex a series of questions. Can you move this? Where does it hurt? How badly? Can you feel this? How about this? Alex answered and performed patiently, passing every test and appearing as healthy as someone who hadn't just had their arms crushed yesterday. "You're a tough cookie, Mr. mayor. That training regimen you're on makes you hard as nails."

"It's all thanks to Isabelle," he said humbly.

"Good for her. Any less tough and things would be more serious. You tourney fighters are no joke. Looks like you're still in your street clothes."

Alex looked down and noticed his red shirt was still on. "Yeah, they never took this off."

"They were probably worried about other things. We're gonna have to get those off in order to get a closer look at all the other damages. You said you landed on a fence with your crotch?"

"Yeah..." he said, conscious of the two other ladies' presence.

"We're definitely gonna have to take a look at that. Let's get you out of those clothes. I hope that shirt isn't too expensive," Gabi said as she reached for her tool tray. She picked up a bent pair of medical shears. She pulled at the hem of his shirt and clipped it up to his collar. She clipped both sleeves down to the center cut, and the shirt came off. There were sickly yellow and black splotches on his trunk, but nothing warranting terrible worry. What had him nervous was Ankha and Isabelle watching.

It was time to look at his pants. Gabi pulled the blanket down to his ankles, revealing his shorts and bruised legs. "W-wait!" Alex interjected. "I don't... Uh..." His eyes darted between Gabi and his two visitors, both of whom looked as uncomfortable as him. "Can you let them leave first?"

Gabi smiled sadly. "They can, but I don't see the point. Ankha is supposed to be your support, right? I'm afraid she's going to be seeing a whole lot of you for as long as she has to, sweety. We may as well get the first glimpse now."

Alex's face went hot. He looked at Ankha and Isabelle, both of whom looked just about as awkward. "Alright," he surrendered. "Go ahead."

"Nothing to be ashamed of sweety. You don't have anything we haven't seen before." Alex wasn't so sure. Gabi unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the fly. She pulled his shorts down and off of his legs. What remained were his underwear, a pair of white briefs gaily decorated with small cartoon animals dressed like they were in a marching band. Everyone in the room blushed at the sight of it. Alex could feel their gazes strapped to it like flies on a corpse. He looked off into the distance, certain that the three women were ridiculing him for his cutesy attire.

That wasn't the case. Ankha's feet angled into each other. Isabella wrenched at her shorts. Gabi took an involuntary deep breath. None of them were expecting such underwear, which to them was a lavish display of cuteness that made their hearts throb. Seeing them on a fully grown man created a bizarre disconnect that both confused and aroused them. Alex was oblivious to all of it. There was no way a woman would think such underwear were anything besides pathetic.

Gabi cleared her throat. "Well... Now let's get these off." Alex flinched once he felt Gabi's cold fingers slip under his waistband. He cringed hard. This is it. She pulled them down his legs. His penis was there, right where it should've been, but it took Gabi a few moments to really spot it. Years of medical practice and experience had confronted her with many things, yet her eyes still went round at the sight of what was in front of her. Ankha and Isabelle reacted similarly. Isabelle's paw went over her mouth. Ankha gasped audibly.

Alex's cock was small, really, really small. It sat on his loins as a shriveled stump of meat no bigger than a miniature carrot. It was ill-developed across every metric. It was short, it was thin, it was weak, it was poorly defined. The cold air of the hospital didn't help, shrinking it back into his foreskin which pinched around the tip like a turtle's protective shell. His scrotum did nothing to compensate, being a measly clot of flesh like a fig that failed to receive enough nutrients while on the vine. A pair of testes sat inside it, just barely bulging out the wrinkly flesh around them. The skin around it was totally smooth and devoid of hair.

His face was blood red. He turned and looked away as hard as he could. His cock shuddered under the women's piercing stare. This was a pain worse than when his arms had broken. Embarrassment made his legs squeeze together. He wanted to vanish off of that bed to a different dimension. Or he could die. Either would've been preferable to being in the presence of those girls who surely were mocking him mercilessly in their minds.

Nothing could've been further from the truth. Alex's measly cock was the most magnificent thing they had ever seen. So small, so weak, so pathetic. It drove them wild. Isabella fought to keep the excited breaths through her nose quiet. Ankha's tail was in a twitchy frenzy behind her back. Gabby's toes curled inside of her shoes. Alex was unaware of that island's sexual standards. He could be forgiven since he was both a human and a foreigner, as well as a virgin. Female anthros weren't the kind who went after endowed men with athletic physiques. Adorableness was their premium, and Alex's paltry little stub of meat was the pinnacle of sexual achievement.

Gabi tried to maintain her professionalism, but the presence of Alex's tiny wiener put a serious jitter into her bunny tail. "OK... Everything... Looks good... Looks... great." She gulped. Keep it together, Gabi. She almost didn't want to look any closer or else she'd be tempted to do something unethical. She reminded herself repeatedly that she had a job to do and that she better do it without incident. There was a minor bruise running up Alex's perineum like a ladder reaching for his balls, but that was nothing serious.

But maybe it did require a more thorough inspection, and maybe it wouldn't hurt if she made sure everything else was in order.

She lifted Alex's scrotum with the tips of two fingers. So light... Alex flinched and scrunched his eyes shut. Gabi brought her face even closer, feigning having a look at his bruise. Her eyes were locked onto his tiny cock. I've seen infants with more definition. God, is my face as red as it feels? She realized how quiet it had gotten. Everyone was waiting for her to talk. "Well, like I said. It all looks good." She smacked her lips and swallowed some spit. Her mouth was going dry. She fought to keep her bunny tail still. "Does anything hurt in particular?"

"It's sore, but nothing too bad."

"Good. It doesn't look like anything's broken. But just in case..." She pressed two fingers to his taint. The soft, white flesh bowed beneath her firm touch. "How bad does that hurt?"

"Not that much. Just sore."

She touched her fingers down another inch. "How's this?"

"About the same."

"This?"

"The same."

"This?"

"Yeah, the same."

"This?" Her fingers weren't even on the bruise anymore. She was inching close to the beginning swell of his buttocks.

"Doesn't hurt."

She realized what she was doing and removed her finger. "Well, that's good. Nothing's broken, it seems. If you feel anything serious, just say something."

Alex nodded. "OK."

Ankha couldn't keep quiet about it anymore. She leaned over to Isabelle and whispered. "You see how small it is?" She said it with the smallest hiss through her clenched teeth, trying to remain quiet, but her excitement made her louder than she would've hoped. Alex heard her clearly.

Isabelle jerked at the sound of her voice, having been lost in the trance of Alex's peepee. She leaned over towards her. "Yeah, I see it."

"Have you seen anything so teeny?"

"No, I haven't."

"You think it's real?"

"It has to be. I don't think you can do anything to a dick to make it look like that."

"I know that's what I'm thinking." Ankha gulped. "I can't stop looking at it. It's the craziest thing I've ever seen."

Isabelle simply couldn't stop staring. "Yeah, me too."

Alex's heart felt like it was underneath an anvil that was slowly being lowered by a pulley. Having his cock so cruelly (for him, at least) scrutinized was a level of humiliation he couldn't quite bear. He fought back tears, knowing that neither of them would ever look at him the same way again. He was right in that regard, but in a fashion totally polar to what he expected.

Gabi decided that maybe she could do a bit more inspecting. While her conscience screamed at her to stop, she determined that she had to make sure Alex's penis was working properly. It would be a shame if something was wrong with it. If there was, maybe she could fix it for him. "Let's look at this," she said. "Let's look to see if everything's working." Alex couldn't protest as she gently held his flaccid cock between her thumb and index finger, both of which outsized him. He gasped sharply and bit his lip. Gabi caressed his cock gently, urging him to grow erect. His cock tried, but the tight seal of his foreskin wasn't allowing him so easily. Gabi helped him by peeling the skin off the tip, revealing his bitty pink head.

He didn't last long after that. "Hyyuuuuu-ahhhhh~!" His cock spat out a thin tendril of cum into the air, zipping past Gabi's head and making her jerk out of the way. More and more came spewing out, each rope in tandem with his cock's weak throbs. Ankha and Isabella were struck by his power which was not at all proportionate to his size. It was as though for every inch of manhood he lacked he was gifted in turn with a heavy wallop of ejaculatory strength. His orgasm came to an end, leaving white plips of seed scattered across his thighs and his lower tummy. He huffed and puffed loudly, trying to get a hold of himself. His red face scrunched into a tight ball as the embarrassment was like a knife to the chest. A single sob eked through his mouth. He wanted to die.

Gabi took it in stride, laughing it all off. "Well, Mr. Mayor! I'm impressed. I think I'm gonna need a mop and some wipes to handle this whole mess."

"I'm sorry..." Alex whimpered.

"Oh, don't be." She patted his shin. "Your body just did as it was told. You couldn't help it." Her eyes tracked down to his tiny pecker. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a thing like that." Ankha and Isabelle giggled, amplifying his misery.

Gabi pulled out some wipes and cleared him of all the mess. Ankha's heart was racing. This is what he looked like naked? This is what he was capable of? She had to take care of him? It was all beyond anything she had imagined. It was too good to be true. She put her paws behind her back and fidgeted them. Her tail betrayed every bit of excitement she felt, as well as the way she bit her lip. Oh yeah, rigging that pole was the best decision she ever made.

Isabelle caught her looking eager. She sidestepped closer and leaned towards her. "Don't think you get him all to yourself. He's my boss, I get to take care of him too."

Ankha glared at her. "I'm the one who put him here. You said it yourself, I have to take care of him."

"I never said just you. I can help."

"You'll help whenever I'm not doing it already."

Isabelle's fists clenched. "You're the one who hurt him. You don't deserve him."

"You wouldn't even have him like this if not for me."

Alex wasn't blind or deaf. They had their argument just feet in front of him. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like they were arguing over who got to take care of him, with that being preferred. "Um... You two can both take care of me, together. It doesn't have to be a competition."

They realized how close they were to each other. They took a step back. Being a bitch to one another wasn't going to help him. Isabelle looked at him and smiled cutely. "Of course. We'll be here for as long as you need us."

"We'll do anything you ask," Ankha said, copying her new rival's attitude.

Alex wasn't sure how to interpret it, but he appreciated it anyway. "Thanks. That's great to hear."