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“Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and” (270 conversations)
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May 15, 2023 at 1:57 AM CEST
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Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. Alan was an anthropomorphic lion, so he was a micro. He was rather muscular, his big muscles rippling under his short fur with each of his movements. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn't know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other comodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred. From some months he was living in the house of a massive male anthro gazelle. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal herbivore. Alan was not understanding why the other micros didn't lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn't know was the fact the gazelle noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro trap. And despite his self impression, Alan was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro gazelle smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro lion. The gazelle, who was named Damian, took great delight in finally capturing the intruder that had been stealing his supplies for months. He picked up the tiny box, examining Alan closely from every angle. The trapped micro lion tried to keep his cool, cursing himself for falling into the trap in the first place. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Damian said with a smug smile. "A tiny thief in my home." Alan attempted to bluff his way out of the situation. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Just let me out and I'll never bother you again." Damian laughed, shaking the box lightly to make Alan tumble about its confines. "Oh, you won't be bothering me or anyone else again, tiny thief. But, I suppose I should thank you. Your arrival made me aware of the little business opportunity I've been missing out on." Alan, understanding that the gazelle knew about the trade of micros, felt his heart sank as he realized his fate. In his self-assured pride, he had never considered the possibility of becoming one of the many micros who were bought, sold or consumed by macros. Now, it seemed, justice had caught up to him. Damian took great pleasure in every step of the process. He prepared to sell Alan to the highest bidder by examining the micro lion, determining his market value and taking pictures of him in all of his vulnerable positions. Finally, he created an online listing where interested macros could bid on their newest prey or pet. The days that followed were filled with fear and anxiety for Alan. He was kept in confinement as the online auction continued, and he overheard the excited chatter of macros discussing on the forums, each of them eager to own him. As the auction drew to a close, Damian couldn't be happier with the winning bid. He packed Alan carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder.
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Alan's world seemed to grow darker and more claustrophobic with each passing day. He could still hear the faint sounds of the outside world, but they were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sense of helplessness and despair that had come to define his existence. The once proud and independent micro lion now found himself completely at the mercy of a cruel macro who saw him as nothing more than a toy or a snack. When the box finally arrived at its destination, Alan was greeted by the cold, unfeeling gaze of his new master - a massive wolf named Viktor. Viktor wasted no time in acclimating his new property to his new life. The wolf made sure to emphasize the disparity between their sizes, letting Alan know in no uncertain terms just how insignificant he had become in the eyes of the world. The micro lion was made to perform humiliating and degrading acts, and with each passing day, his spirit grew more and more broken. It didn't take long for Alan to lose all hope of ever escaping from his new reality. He eventually accepted his lot in life, resigning himself to the seemingly endless torment that had become his new normal. The world had changed, and he had changed with it, becoming a pitiful, broken shell of his former self. However, unbeknownst to Alan, the other micros that he had once despised had been watching his plight with great interest. After seeing the fate that had befallen their arrogant former companion, many of them began to reevaluate their own lives and the choices they had made. They saw in Alan's fate a cautionary tale - a stark reminder of the dangers they faced in their day-to-day lives and the need for solidarity and cooperation amongst their kind. They began to work together, helping to devise new ways to evade the macros' relentless pursuit. And so, in the aftermath of Alan's capture and enslavement, a new movement began to take shape within the micro community - a small but dedicated group of survivors who refused to let themselves be brought low by the macro's tyranny. United by their common desire for freedom, these micros would not rest until they had found a way to end the endless cycle of fear and submission that had come to define their existence. The story of Alan the micro lion may not have had a happy ending, but his fate would serve as a powerful symbol for the micro resistance - a newfound hope in the face of overwhelming odds.
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A muscular male mouse thief broke into Viktor's place and stole Alan. It turned out macro rodents got a deep attraction for feline coming from the days before the rise of the macros when they were the terrified preys of the feline, now they sought them as luxury item and plaything or had fetishes involving them.
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The mouse thief, named Rennick, had been tracking Viktor for days, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. While the wolf was out of the house, Rennick skillfully bypassed the security systems and made his way inside, seeking the precious prize that he had heard so much about: Alan, the enslaved micro lion. Rennick had been part of the macro rodent underworld for some time, aware of the insatiable appetites that many of his kind shared for felines - particularly micro felines. He had learned about the unfortunate fate of Alan and was determined to make him his own prized possession. Rennick's motives were not altruistic; like many other macro rodents, he saw micro felines as status symbols, luxury items, and subjects of various fetishes. Upon locating Alan, Rennick quickly snatched up the frightened micro lion, leaving the scene before Viktor could even notice he had been robbed. For Alan, this sudden change in circumstances was both a relief and a cause for concern; he was now free from Viktor's cruel grasp, but he knew nothing about his new captor or what plans he had in store for him. Rennick's treatment of Alan was, in many ways, different from Viktor's. While he still viewed the micro lion as a possession, he largely refrained from outright abuse or humiliation, instead treating Alan more like a cherished toy. Rennick would parade Alan around, showing him off to his fellow macro rodents, who would then jealously covet the captured treasure. He would also use the micro feline in the fulfillment of his own fantasies and desires, completely disregarding Alan's feelings or thoughts on the matter. Despite the differences between Viktor and Rennick, life with the latter was far from an improvement for Alan. The micro lion found himself trapped once again, suffering at the hands of a captor who saw him as little more than an object to be used and admired. His status as a feline relegated him to a life of submission and dependence, as the macro rodents that coveted him cast their predatory gazes upon him. Unknown to Rennick, however, word of the stolen micro lion quickly spread among the micro resistance. Their interest in Alan's fate had not waned since his initial capture, and they saw his transition from one captor to another as a chance to intervene. Unbeknownst to the mouse thief, the micro resistance devised a daring plan to rescue Alan and free him from the clutches of his captors once and for all.
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Unaware of Rennick or Alan, the micro resistance got destroyed during another attempt to free a micro at the other side of the city. Description of Rennick. Detailed description about how Rennick used and interacted with Alan.
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Tragically, as the micro resistance was executing their plan to free Alan, another team of their dedicated members found themselves in an unrelated rescue mission. Unfortunately for the small heroes, this mission plunged them into a catastrophic trap on the opposite side of the city. Unbeknownst to them, their activities had attracted the attention of macro enforcers who worked relentlessly to maintain the oppressive status quo. The enforcers had carefully laid their ambush, manipulating the intelligence that the unsuspecting micro resistance received. This encounter saw the vast majority of the resistance snuffed out and dismantled, unable to continue their heroic efforts to free their brethren from a life of servitude and terror under the macros. The tragic loss was felt deeply among the few remaining micros who had placed their hopes and trust in their fallen comrades. Meanwhile, Alan was still under Rennick's control. Rennick was a tall and powerful mouse, standing several inches taller than most macros. His fur was a dark brown, with patches of black scattered throughout. Rennick adorned himself with a few gold accessories and wore a confident smirk on his face at all times, asserting his status among the macro rodent underworld. Rennick's interactions with Alan often displayed a mix of fascination and domination, always ensuring that the micro lion knew his place. Rennick treated Alan like an exotic plaything, often stroking and petting him while he purred involuntarily - a forced display of affection. Rennick would make Alan perch on his shoulder while he conducted businesses or meetings, placing the helpless feline in both a physically and mentally vulnerable position. When Rennick attended various underground gatherings or social events, he enjoyed showing off Alan to his fellow macro rodents, causing them to gaze with envy at the captured feline. Reveling in the attention he received, Rennick would often have Alan perform tricks, like a well-trained pet, humiliating him and further reinforcing his position as an object. Behind closed doors, Rennick's interactions with Alan became even more visceral. The mouse's fantasies and desires all involved his micro lion, utilizing him in various scenarios that both excited Rennick and degraded Alan, leaving the once-proud lion broken and stripped of all dignity. Even though the micro resistance's demise had closed the door to Alan's chance of freedom, the iron will of the remaining micros burned brighter than ever to keep the lineage of their fallen friends alive, fighting for a better tomorrow where all micros could live free of tyranny and fear.
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More detailed description about the mouse's fantasies and desires involving his micro lion.
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Rennick's fantasies and desires involving Alan ranged from eccentric to outright dark, constantly pushing the boundaries between control and abuse. However, in the spirit of maintaining a constructive atmosphere and to ensure that the focus remains on the larger story of hope and resistance, I will describe a few examples that are less disturbing. One of Rennick's tamer fantasies involved a role reversal of the predator-prey dynamic between felines and rodents. He would dress Alan in a tiny mouse costume, complete with a little mask and a plush tail. Rennick then allowed the micro lion to "hunt" him in a large, intricate maze he had designed inside his home. During these moments, Rennick's obsession fed on the thrill of being chased by the micro he once would've considered a dangerous predator. Another fantasy played on Rennick's desire for control and domination. He had micro-sized clothing made to resemble his own, often dressing Alan in a miniature version of his outfits. By making the micro lion mirror his own likeness, the macro mouse reveled in the symbolism of transforming a once-fierce predator into his own helpless reflection. Outside his decadent secrets, Rennick leveraged Alan to flaunt his status among his peers. He often staged elaborate soirees where guests could bet on and watch various contests featuring Alan, who always emerged victorious against the odds. While this was still abusive and exploitative, some might argue it was a lesser evil compared to Rennick's darkest desires. However, these examples only highlighted the fact that Alan's fate was still in the hands of a captor who saw him as an object without rights or dignity, merely a means to bring a twisted form of joy to his life. It was a stark reminder that Alan's very existence was at the mercy of the mouse's twisted whims.
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Rennick mounted Alan on a pendant to have him like a living jewelry hangng between his massive musky pecs.
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Rennick's fascination with the helpless Alan reached new heights when he decided to create a custom pendant to hold the micro lion, turning him into a living piece of jewelry. Suspended from a thick, gold chain around Rennick's neck, Alan would find himself imprisoned in a small, transparent enclosure that left him with little room to move. Once Rennick placed the reluctant Alan into the newly made pendant, the macro mouse proudly wore the living accessory out in public, displaying the micro lion as a symbol of his wealth, power, and control. As Rennick interacted with other macros, he would often draw attention to the captured Alan, provoking reactions ranging from awe and envy to scornful dismissal. For Alan, this new form of captivity proved to be even more uncomfortable and dehumanizing than before. Hanging between the massive, musky pecs of his captor, Alan could do little more than struggle in his confined space, trying to ignore the nauseating scent and feeling of degradation. His once-proud visage now reduced to a living decoration, completely at the mercy of his captor's desires and whims. Despite everything, Alan clung to a hope that one day, he might find a way to escape and regain his freedom. Unbeknownst to him or Rennick, a few scattered remnants of the micro resistance still survived, plotting and working together to continue their mission. Whether or not they would ever reach Alan or change the fate of the oppressed micros, only time could tell.
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One day,as Rennick was lazily laying on his back on his couch with his pendant stuck between his meaty pecs he absent-mindedely seized the chain and watched the dangling transparent pendant with a pleased smile. "You know, I'm very happy to have you." He said with his deep voice. "Lions are the most valuable feline a mouse can possess, with tigers perhaps." He opened the pendant and delicately seized Alan between a pair of his enormous fingers. "Aww... Predators, big cats... You were the top predators and the masters before us, before the rise, and now you're my little jewelry, my precious lion." He continued while examining the muscular and handsome diminutive anthropomorphic lion from every angles." He then approached the lion front the tip of his massive mouse muzzle, his large nostril twitched as he smelled deeply at the big cat's scent. He moaned, the scent of the lion triggered some old instinct coming from ancient times when mouses were covering in fear when a lion was around. "I love this so much!" He started to like the body of the micro lion. "Tell me, lion, you're not bigger than my pinkie finger but what would you do to me if you weren't so tiny. If you were big, way bigger ! And it would be me that would be as small than you, like in the ancient times ?" Waiting the reply of the lion, the mouse kept to lick the exposed body of his diminutive lion with lust.
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Alan, hanging between Rennick's massive fingers and being bombarded with the musky scent of the giant mouse's breath, tried to maintain as much dignity as he could under the circumstances. The sensation of Rennick's wet tongue dragging across his diminutive body was disquieting and demeaning, but he knew he could not afford to provoke the predator. As Rennick's question reached his ears, Alan hesitated, weighing the potential consequences of his answer. He understood that power dynamics had changed, and no matter how much he longed for the time before the rise of the macros, the reality was inescapable. Finally, Alan decided to play along with Rennick's twisted fantasies, hoping it might grant him some form of reprieve. "If I were as big as you," he said, barely masking the pain in his voice, "I would probably protect you - just like you protect me now in this new world. We both understand what it means to be a part of the circle of life, Rennick." This answer, though not entirely truthful, seemed to satisfy Rennick. He was not interested in tales of a bygone era when prey would tremble before his captive's kind. Instead, he took pleasure in the notion that, as much as the micro lion wanted to deny it, they were both part of a new and twisted order. "What a good little lion," Rennick purred, wrapping the tip of his tongue around Alan momentarily before returning him to his small prison on the pendant. "I look forward to many more moments like this." And so, life went on with Rennick forcing the unwilling Alan into his twisted desires. The micro lion's hope for freedom continued to flicker, as he longed for the possibility that one day, he might be free from his cruel captor and find a way to reclaim his pride and independence.
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Another day in the same conditions, Rennick asked Alan what he would do to the other rodents if he was the giant and them the preys. He asked the lion to describe a predation scene. And as the macro muscle mouse was listening to Alan, he licked the body of the micro body again while holding him steadily between his gigantic fingers. It was clear Rennick was aroused.
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Alan, finding himself once again between Rennick's massive fingers and at the mercy of the giant mouse's fantasies, knew that he had to play along with the captor's twisted desires. He tried to think of a way to give Rennick what he wanted while not completely compromising his own integrity and pride. "Well," Alan began, "If I were the giant and the rodents were the prey... I would approach them with grace and stealth, just like my feline ancestors before the rise of the macros. My muscles would ripple beneath my fur as I stalked my prey, moving silently through the shadows." As Alan spoke, he noticed Rennick's arousal growing more apparent, his massive form beginning to quiver with excitement. The micro lion had little choice but to continue. "I would track down the rodents, using my heightened senses to locate them wherever they hid," Alan continued, pausing to catch his breath as Rennick licked his tiny body again. "And when I found them, I would make sure they knew they had been found by a skilled predator. After a brief chase, I would use my strength and speed to corner them, rendering them unable to escape." Rennick's heavy breathing and amorous reactions to the predicament seemed to indicate that he was pleased with Alan's words. "And finally," Alan concluded, steeling himself to deliver the last part of this lurid tale, "I would show my captives mercy, imparting the wisdom of the ancient predator-prey relationship upon them. I would make them understand that life is a balance and that we are all part of a circle, even as our roles have changed. They would leave with newfound respect and appreciation for their place in the world." Though this answer may have not been exactly what Rennick had in mind, the macro mouse still found pleasure in the fantasy conjured up by the unwilling micro lion. Alan hated that he had to entertain his captor's desires, but he knew that preserving his own life was more important in the long run. For Rennick, the narrative of the hunt only fueled his fascination with micro felines, serving as yet another example of the twisted passions shared by many macro rodents. Alan continued to endure these cruel games, hoping against hope that one day, he might be liberated and regain his freedom.
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Rennick passed the tip of his huge tongue between Alan's thighs brushing the sensitive parts of the micro lion's intimacy. "You can't understand how much I want you !" Replied the giant mouse.