"You have reached the medical emergency hotline. How can we help you?"

He fidgeted in his seat a bit, clearing his throat before speaking. "Yeah, hello. I'm calling about my friend. He's acting a bit weird-"

"Can you give me some details on your friend? Is he injured or was he in an accident?" The voice on the other end of the line replied.

"No uh-" the possum heard his friend let out a long groan, their body writhing in his palm. "He's a micro. About 26 years old. I was uhm- pranking him."

"A prank?" The voice asked.

"We were drinking last night and i-" he halted for a moment, trying to think of how he could explain himself while also ignoring the little hands of his friend as they wrapped around his finger. "-and I uh- I thought I would be funny to shove him down my- my pants."

"Right." There was not a hint of reaction from the emergency hotline phone operator. "And how is be acting weird?

The possum stared at his friend. The normally calm and collected fox was now red with fluster. His body was warm and sweaty, and he couldn't stop panting or moaning. The normally reserved fox was now a hot mess and desperately trying to hump the possums fingers. "He's uh- He's all blushing and moaning and-down bad?"

"Aha." There was a moment of silence from the other end. "And how long was he in your pants."

His face went red. He'd passed out and left his friend in there overnight...and maybe most of the morning as well. "Like-10 hours?"

Faint typing noises could be heard. "Well, you've got nothing to worry about. This is a common problem with macro on micro relations. He's just a bit overwhelmed by musk. Just let him calm down in a well ventilated room, and he'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Oh!" Ah- that's great!" The possum laughed nervously. "Thanks?"

"Thank you for calling the emergency service hotline."

He hung up and put his phone away, staring down at the fox in his palm as the nude vulpine ground his body against his palm, tail raised into the air and his speech a mix of gasps and moans. The possum was glad he hadn't broken his friend on accident and that his condition was only temporary.

Glancing around his room and licking his lips, the possum slowly opened up his waistband and moved his palm closer, watching as the fox micro practically leapt off his palm and into his briefs.

As he felt the sensation of tiny hands and a tiny tongue furiously attack his more sensitive regions, he let his waistband snap shut and reclined back. Occasional shivers rocked through his body as the fox licked or prodded at his skin as he himself began to feel his body warm up.

Since there wasn't any permanent harm involved, he might as well keep the prank going, maybe until tomorrow?