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They had both known that this would be the eventual result of their arrangement. They had both known that as soon, as the opportunity presented itself, Markus would be shrunken down to the size of a flea for Fang to keep around as a pet. The timing could have been any better either, the poor sod had just run through the last of his rings and offered to upgrade their working relationship into slavery with the use of the nifty little shrink ray the weasel had acquired.

Truth is, Fang would have kept the pathetic shrimp around regardless – to boost his ego and whatnot – but he decided that Markus didn’t really need to know that. And hell, the little git seemed happy as a clam anyway.

And so there he was, standing in Fang’s fur like it was a field of tall grass, pressing himself into a massive toe almost a hundred times his size, sniffing it adoring it, worshipping it… Fang had grown accustomed to all of it by now and he loved the attention. As he watched this tiny sentient speck wiggling about between his toes, he couldn’t help but feel amused by the fact that it viewed him as a king, or, hell, a god!

But just like every other time, watching this speck shuffling about on its own eventually grew boring; it always did, without fail. And so just like every other time, Fang would be forced to think of a way to spice things up~

The enormous outlaw leaned forward, giant eyes peering at Markus, with a small toothy grin flashing from the heavens. “Hold on there, pipsqueak, I think I’ve got some dirt between my toes.” He said squinting a little as he moved his hand closer.

A massive shadow would fall over Markus as an enormous gloved finger came into view, it moved into place above his head, slowly lowering towards the little thing. He’d get to watch as it rustled past the fur on the sides of Fang’s enormous digits, sliding closer and closer as it zeroed in on the sentient speck with nowhere to run.

With a gasp, the human would press himself into the towering toe beside him, burying himself in the fur and trying to get a good grip.

“Heh… Better hold on tight, pipsqueak! Wouldn’t want me to mistake you for a scrap of rubbish, would ya?”

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So uhm...  XSVT has been extremely kinda and took the time to make this amazing piece for me. And holy heck I... I'm a bit at a loss hoinestly. Look at that supple fluffy paw! I absolutely encourage you to go check out XSVT's Gallery! Word on the street is, he does commissions~ ;o