Macro March Hare Alkali plucked the rabbit up by his leg, between a thumb and forefinger. Seems Bomba’s bunny side came out for the month. He watched the half-pint rabbit struggle in his grip, kicking his free foot and pinwheeling his arms at the billboard sized skunk face in front of him. “HEY, PUT ME DOWN HUN! IT’S ME!” Bomba yelled, coming across as barely louder than a squeak to the skunk’s ears. “Relax, I was just seeing how you’d react to make sure it was actually you,” Al said, setting the hare against his shirtless chest. The silver fur parted when Bomba landed, a thick lawn of fur surrounding him like calf-high grass. No doubt about it. That’s Bomba. His rat had become a rabbit again. Probably Macro March related. All sorts of transformations seemed to happen during this month. But, if Bomba was a rabbit again for the month, or longer, usually that means he’d be on the tiny side. Al remembered measuring the hare at 6 inches tall a long time ago. And looking him over now, that seemed pretty accurate again. So maybe Macro March had nothing to do with the change? The skunk scowled slightly; he needed more information. “Do you remember anything before you transformed? Something that would help us figure out what happened?” Bomba stood up, put a hand to his chin in a dramatic thinking pose, and scrunched up his eyebrows for a few minutes. Until finally… “Nope! Can’t remember a thing. Went to sleep as a rat last night, woke up as a rabbit this morning.” Hanging his head in defeat, Alkali reached down to grab the hare again. He gripped gently, but even a gentle grip at that size was enough to tighten around Bomba like a vice. The fingers were each as thick as tree trunks, and left no free movement of his arms or legs. Bomba’s tail twitched, face blushing a bright red as he was lifted up in front of a grinning skunk. Totally at the mercy of this massive monster. The skunk idly licked his lips, a tongue wide enough to cover his entire body momentarily snaking out to tease the rabbit. “Well, first of all, we need to get you breakfast. Would a single piece of shredded lettuce work for you?” Alkali asked, completely unaware that he’d been teasing his transformed husband. Bomba’s eyes widened, broken out of his trance by the question. “Hm, absolutely. I could eat a whole bag of the stuff. Have you seen how much lettuce rabbits eat?” “Okay, well finish the first piece, then we’ll see if you still want to stomach the whole bag,” Al replied, rolling his eyes. His thumb pet the rabbit’s head with long strokes, from the top of Bomba’s head and over the white and black speckled ears. This didn’t seem like a Macro March sort of transformation, Al thought… maybe he was just being overly paranoid. --- It didn’t take long for Alkali to realize that he was very, very wrong. The next day, Bomba stood at waist height. That put him at a solid 3 feet tall, and much heavier too. Alkali found himself pinned the next morning by a significantly grown rabbit on his chest. After that, Bomba wasn’t allowed to sleep on top of him. Instead, that evening Alkali curled up around Bomba on the bed, twice the hare’s size and taking full advantage of it as the big spoon. He held the rabbit against his chest, arms pinning Bomba down easily. The hare could feel the thumping heartbeat through his body, vibrating as the skunk’s pulse slowed into deep sleep. A thick wall of skunk tail flopped over Bomba and Alkali like a blanket, trapping the hare two ways instead of one. The situation was reversed by the next morning though. Alkali found himself pinned down by the arm beneath a much heavier husband. Squirming had no effect. Yelling to wake him up had no effect. Pushing on his back to leverage his arm out didn’t work either. With an indignant huff Al gave up the attempt, only his lashing skunk tail behind betraying any annoyance. Bomba was fast asleep, and at least twice as tall as yesterday. The long, white-furred legs stretched out past the edge of their mattress. Al convinced himself that he was only staring at the black and white rabbit toes flexing at the end of those thick soles because he had nowhere to go. And he’d tried reaaaal hard already to wake up Bomba. Better to just let the hare sleep. This was a distressing pattern, especially if the hare was head and shoulders above Al’s head this early in the month. Once Bomba stretched out to wake up with a massive yawn, Al freed his arm and rubbed it to return feeling to the sore appendage. The hare’s feet pushed against the far wall and his arms reached up to nearly touch the ceiling. “Uhh, hey hun,” Alkali started, extremely distracted by the sight of a naked hare. “Any idea what’s going on? You grew again last night. There’s a whole month ahead of us in March. You aren’t gonna grow the whole time, are you?” “Maaaaybe I will. Truthfully, I don’t know what’s happening. We’ll see,” the hare said cryptically, before rising to his feet. The flopped ears trailed down his back practically pointing Al’s attention to the perky assets on his husband’s backside. And if that wasn’t enough, the skunk could feel the house shake with every thudding step. Even once Bomba left the room he could still feel the vibrations of rabbit paws thumping. It was extremely… distracting. --- The skunk huffed as an elevator door opened to the rooftop. What a pain to get all the way up here on short notice. Alkali pulled the note out of his pocket to read it once again. Clearly written in Bomba’s handwriting was a set of simple instructions to come to the highest floor of this skyscraper. The skunk found it on his pillow that morning, and with no Bomba in sight. What choice did he have but to follow the letter? At least the pleasant spring air made it less of a chore being outside. And the view was nice- Two tall ears perked up over the side of the roof, drawing Alkali’s attention immediately. They were black and white, just like the coloration of a familiar hare. The world felt like it had dropped out from beneath Al’s feet at that instant. Oh no. He assumed the growth wouldn’t get this far this early in the month. “Happy Macro March,” Bomba said as his eyes rose over the edge of the roof, and soon his chest too. “I figured out how to access that Macro March hare magic again. I think this is a good month to flex those bun muscles for you.” That was all the warning the hare gave before he turned around, wiggling his flufftail above two perky cheeks. Al’s mouth went dry when he saw what Bomba intended: he was going to use the building as a seat. Alkali only had the briefest moment to flee. But he knew that was a foolish idea; he’d never get far enough away from the building to avoid being sat upon. Instead of fight it, he pulled out his phone to grab a picture and watched Bomba get closer. Might be a busy month for the skunk, and he’d need to document it thoroughly.