USER: 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 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 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 giants 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 three inches tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's lives 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 ...

USER: 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 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 furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size.size whereas some of the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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 giants 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 three inchesan inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's livesmicro 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the therother micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiddinghiding 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 comoditiescommodities 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 cheetah. 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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro cheetah 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet in a cage, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. The jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He said with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it not your appetite that will make a difference." He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability. Over time, he grew more accustomed to this new life, becoming more fluent in understanding Lance's gestures and body language. He often had no choice but to comply with the giant's requests, knowing well the consequences if he misbehaved or failed to please his master. It was a miserable existence, but it was also his only chance at survival. Despite the constant fear and submission that characterized his life, Ash couldn't help but hold on to a small, defiant spark within him. He knew that he would never be able to overpower Lance or escape from his massive grasp, but he still refused to let himself be completely broken and swallowed up by despair. Every so often, when the giant jaguar was distracted or out of the room, Ash tried to think of ways that he could regain his freedom or at least improve the conditions of his life. He knew that the chances of success were slim to none, but he refused to give up that tiny sliver of hope that kept him going. His determination began to show results, too. With every passing day, Ash became a little smarter, a little more resourceful, and a little more cunning. He learned how to find tiny drops of opportunity in the seemingly impenetrable wall of his circumstances and how to use those opportunities to his advantage. And then, one day, an opportunity that seemed too good to be true came his way. He would have to be extremely careful and smart about how he used it, but he knew that if he could succeed, he would have a chance at changing his life for the better. It was a long shot, but for Ash, it was worth taking the risk. He had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. The jaguar barely looked at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out of your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf at several dozens of feet above the level of the floor and moved out of the room.

USER: 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 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 furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size whereas some of the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes.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 giants 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 inchthree inches tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live'smicros's lives 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the otherther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidinghidding 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 commoditiescomodities 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 cheetah. 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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro cheetah 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet in a cage, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. The jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He said with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it not your appetite that will make a difference." He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability. Over time, he grew more accustomed to this new life, becoming more fluent in understanding Lance's gestures and body language. He often had no choice but to comply with the giant's requests, knowing well the consequences if he misbehaved or failed to please his master. It was a miserable existence, but it was also his only chance at survival. Despite the constant fear and submission that characterized his life, Ash couldn't help but hold on to a small, defiant spark within him. He knew that he would never be able to overpower Lance or escape from his massive grasp, but he still refused to let himself be completely broken and swallowed up by despair. Every so often, when the giant jaguar was distracted or out of the room, Ash tried to think of ways that he could regain his freedom or at least improve the conditions of his life. He knew that the chances of success were slim to none, but he refused to give up that tiny sliver of hope that kept him going. His determination began to show results, too. With every passing day, Ash became a little smarter, a little more resourceful, and a little more cunning. He learned how to find tiny drops of opportunity in the seemingly impenetrable wall of his circumstances and how to use those opportunities to his advantage. And then, one day, an opportunity that seemed too good to be true came his way. He would have to be extremely careful and smart about how he used it, but he knew that if he could succeed, he would have a chance at changing his life for the better. It was a long shot, but for Ash, it was worth taking the risk. He had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. The jaguar barely looked at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out of your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar.jaguar so about twice the length of the cheetah and probably weighting one ton. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf at several dozens of feet above the level of the floor and moved out of the room.

USER: 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.sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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 giantsgiant 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 three inchesan inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feethooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's livesmicro 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 cheetah.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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro cheetahlion 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet in a cage,pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar came back at the end of the day. He broughtput a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought aboutmicros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating you first, but you're so tiny youhim alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even fill one tenth ofby the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later hehome. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with a dinner TVme." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for carnivores adapted to hisa moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous size. Head muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguarone of his enormous paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TVdown to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with histhe winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other handdangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but heif micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micro for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to seize thereach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don'tdidn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make your difficult to getthe trip back alone !" He saidLance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !" He said. "Youme, you can take some, it not your appetite that willplace inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make a difference." He switched his TVenough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability. Over time, he grew more accustomed to this new life, becoming more fluent in understanding Lance's gestures and body language. He often had no choice but to comply with the giant's requests, knowing well the consequences if he misbehaved or failed to please his master. It was a miserable existence, but it was also his only chance at survival. Despite the constant fear and submission that characterized his life, Ash couldn't help but hold on to a small, defiant spark within him. He knew that he would never be able to overpower Lance or escape from his massive grasp, but he still refused to let himself be completely broken and swallowed up by despair. Every so often, when the giant jaguar was distracted or out of the room, Ash tried to think of ways that he could regain his freedom or at least improve the conditions of his life. He knew that the chances of success were slim to none, but he refused to give up thata tiny sliver of hope that kept him going. His determination began to show results, too. With every passing day, Ash became a little smarter, a little more resourceful, and a little more cunning. He learned how to find tiny drops of opportunity in the seemingly impenetrable wall of his circumstances and how to use those opportunities to his advantage. And then, one day, an opportunity that seemed too good to be true came his way. He would have to be extremely careful and smart about how he used it, but he knew that if he could succeed, he would have a chance at changing his life for the better. It was a long shot, but for Ash, it was worth taking the risk. He had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain.boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar barely lookeddidn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out of your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar so about twice the length of the cheetah and probably weighting one ton. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf at several dozens of feet above the level of the floor and moved out of the room.their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow.

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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...

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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...

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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...

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micro for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make enough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow. The night passed excruciatingly slow for Lance as he tried to catch some sleep. A mix of hope and worry clouded his mind, making it difficult to find rest. It was still dark when he finally decided to get up, resigned to the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. He looked around, the first light of dawn just starting to break over the horizon. He glanced at the side pocket of his backpack, half-open as he had promised, but he couldn't bring himself to check for Ash's presence just yet. Preparing himself for the long journey back, Lance took a deep breath and dared to look at the pocket. His heart raced with anticipation, but when he saw the space empty, his heart sank. The emptiness felt like a void, reflecting the void now present in his life without Ash. As the sun continued to rise, casting its golden light on the valley, Lance began his journey. He didn't look back, respecting Ash and the other micros' desire for independence and freedom. With each step away from the valley, the hole in his chest grew, a constant reminder of the tiny cheetah that had once been a part of his life. Lance tried to keep his mind occupied during the long hike back, reflecting on his newfound perspective on the relationship between macros and micros. He resolved to be a better person, to treat micros with respect and kindness, to advocate for their rights, and to make the world a safer place for them. As weeks turned into months, and months into years, Lance continued to honor Ash's memory through his actions and deeds. He supported micro sanctuaries and initiated programs to educate his fellow macros about the value of micros' lives. Though the journey was slow and full of challenges, Lance never gave up, drawing strength and inspiration from the memories of Ash and the life they once shared. Late one night, as Lance wearily returned to his home, he found a small package by his door. The handwriting was tiny, almost microscopic, but unmistakably familiar. Inside the package was a letter, signed by Ash and accompanied by a photo of the thriving micro colony in the hidden valley. The letter expressed gratitude for Lance's support and explained how Ash had been watching his progress from afar, proud of the changes the macro jaguar had made. It ended with an invitation to visit the valley, to see for himself the progress and growth of the micros' community, and perhaps to rekindle the friendship they once had. With tears in his eyes and hope in his heart, Lance wrote a heartfelt response to Ash, accepting the invitation and looking forward to the day they would reunite and continue the journey they had started together - as allies, as friends, and as a symbol of hope for a better world. Lance had still regret to not have said Ash he loved him that last night before he left the valley in the mountains. It was quite unusual for big cats to form stable and durable bonds, and perhaps the size difference was what made him seeming possible for the giant jaguar. He get back at the colony well decided to not miss the chance to tell him this time. As Lance made his way back to the hidden valley, his heart swelled with a mix of anxiety, hope, and anticipation. The thought of seeing Ash again after all these years brought back a flood of emotions, but mostly it filled Lance with determination to express his true feelings towards the cheetah. Upon reaching the hidden valley, he was struck by how much it had flourished. The once modest settlement of micros had grown into a thriving community, with tiny homes and structures built to scale for the inhabitants. Eagerly searching for Ash, he spotted the familiar cheetah standing amidst a group of micros. As they locked eyes, a wave of relief, joy, and something deeper washed over Lance. Stepping closer to Ash, careful not to frighten the other micros, Lance began to speak. His voice was gentle, and his words deliberate. "Ash, during our time apart, I realized something important. I not only care deeply for the safety and well-being of you and all micros, but I also discovered that I have come to love you." The giant jaguar hesitated for a moment, gauging the micro cheetah's reaction. Ash remained silent, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. Lance continued, his determination growing. "At first, I couldn't understand what feelings I held for you, this unique bond we share. But over the years, as I worked to change the world for the better, I knew that it was because of you. Ash, you have ignited a passion in me that has shaped who I have become, and I can't imagine a life without you." Lance gently lowered his massive hand, palm up, offering it to the cheetah. "Ash, I know that I cannot ask you to give up the freedom you have found among your fellow micros. But I want to face this journey together, as allies, as friends, and as something more. Would you accept my love and take this step forward with me?" The gathered micros watched in anticipation, curious to see how Ash would respond. The cheetah took a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously. With a soft, resolute voice, Ash replied, "Lance, you have shown me that there can be understanding and love between macros and micros. And I also have grown to care for you deeply." Ash hesitated, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. "Yes, Lance, I accept your love, and I want us to continue this journey, hand in hand, for the betterment of all." As Ash stepped onto Lance's enormous palm, the gathered micros cheered, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. From that day on, Lance and Ash moved forward together, bridging the gap between the two worlds and proving that love knows no bounds or size differences. Together, they continued to make the world a safer place for all, united by the love that had blossomed between them. The giant jaguar was sitting down with his wide and muscular back reclined against the slope of a mountain perched two or three miles from the colony, they could see the valley but Lance saw how much efforts the micros made to have their settling dissimulated, most of their building were looking like rocks and boulders at this distance. After all these yeas they were still careful to avoid to attract attention. The macro had Ash on his torso on one of his beefy pecs. They were both enjoying the evening after this sunny day and the vast panorama. Lance presented the tip of his finger to ash as if he wanted to pet him but h waited and the cheetah snuggled himself against it. Lance smiled and eventually started to caress Ash. "Ash. I'm wondering, that night, before I leave, would you have come back with me if I said you I was loving you at this moment ?" He hesitated another moment. "And now ? I come back alone again, or do you come ? You know, you don't have to stay at my home permanently, I could bring you there again. I think I already showed you I could let you go away at least two times, when you ran away in the forest, and when I let you there." Ash took a deep breath, pondering Lance's question as he continued to lean against the gentle pressure of his fingertip. The past few years had undeniably changed both of them, and the love they now openly expressed for each other added another layer of complexity to their relationship. "Honestly, Lance," Ash began, "I don't know what I would have done back then if you told me you loved me. I was so focused on my newfound independence and the community we had built. It was such a new and uncharted territory, a world without giants where I thought I finally belonged." He looked up at Lance's face, finding a sense of comfort in the giant's caring eyes. "But now, I've realized how much you've been a part of my journey and how much our bond means to me. It's not just about independence or belonging; it's about the love and understanding we've built together, despite our differences." He paused for a moment, his tail gently swishing back and forth, before continuing. "As for coming back with you, I would want that, but I don't want to leave my friends and the community we've built here. Perhaps we can find a way to stay connected to both worlds, visiting each other and maintaining a presence in each other's lives. We can show the world how much love and understanding can bridge the gap, regardless of the size difference." Lance, overcome with love and respect for Ash's wishes, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Ash, I understand and will support you. We can find a balance that ensures the safety and happiness of your community while still maintaining the bond we have." As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lance and Ash made a silent pact to walk this journey together, hand in hand. Lance made the trip back through the mountains with Ash on his muscular shoulder or under his tank top in the crack between his pecs. They took some time to explore the alpine landscape and Ash noted some place of interest for the well-being of the colony. Ash could also see how the gant jaguar was a good swimmer when he stopped to bath in a lake and the cheetah was still impressed to see the colossus moving through the water and how it cascaded on his massve muscles whe he moved out of the lake. They slept under the star prangled sky, Ash snuggling comfortably betwen the enormous pecs of Lance. And eventually the first signs of the domain of the macros were showing up as they quit the mountain range and moved through some macro towns in the country. There Lance rented a car, Ash was still impressed and uncomfortable at the proximity of these macro vehicles but he made a special effort and after a moment passed under Lance tank-top the micro cheetah started to walk and explore the dashboard when the Jaguar was driving. And after some hours they finally reached the house of the giant. It had been several year Ash didn't come here, the cheetah was wondering if it had changed a lot or not and how he would feel and what memories it would bring up. As they approached the house, Ash found that it had not changed too much from the outside. The familiar sight brought back a whirlwind of memories - both good and bad - yet he couldn't help but be curious about how things had changed on the inside. Lance, for his part, was proud of the personal growth he had experienced during their time apart and hoped that the changes he had made to the house reflected the man he had become. Entering the house, Ash was surprised to find that Lance had made significant adjustments to accommodate micros. There were now small ramps and ladders placed throughout the house, allowing Ash and any other visiting micros to move around with ease. In addition, the living room and kitchen had smaller, micro-friendly areas, ensuring that their diminutive size would not prove to be an inconvenience while living with a macro. As they continued to explore, Lance led Ash to his old cage, now transformed into a cozy living space. It had been given a makeover, with comfortable furniture and decorations that made it feel more like a home than a cage. Lance explained that he had done this to ensure Ash felt welcome and comfortable, but that he was free to roam the house or leave at any time. Ash was

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micro for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make enough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow. The night passed excruciatingly slow for Lance as he tried to catch some sleep. A mix of hope and worry clouded his mind, making it difficult to find rest. It was still dark when he finally decided to get up, resigned to the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. He looked around, the first light of dawn just starting to break over the horizon. He glanced at the side pocket of his backpack, half-open as he had promised, but he couldn't bring himself to check for Ash's presence just yet. Preparing himself for the long journey back, Lance took a deep breath and dared to look at the pocket. His heart raced with anticipation, but when he saw the space empty, his heart sank. The emptiness felt like a void, reflecting the void now present in his life without Ash. As the sun continued to rise, casting its golden light on the valley, Lance began his journey. He didn't look back, respecting Ash and the other micros' desire for independence and freedom. With each step away from the valley, the hole in his chest grew, a constant reminder of the tiny cheetah that had once been a part of his life. Lance tried to keep his mind occupied during the long hike back, reflecting on his newfound perspective on the relationship between macros and micros. He resolved to be a better person, to treat micros with respect and kindness, to advocate for their rights, and to make the world a safer place for them. As weeks turned into months, and months into years, Lance continued to honor Ash's memory through his actions and deeds. He supported micro sanctuaries and initiated programs to educate his fellow macros about the value of micros' lives. Though the journey was slow and full of challenges, Lance never gave up, drawing strength and inspiration from the memories of Ash and the life they once shared. Late one night, as Lance wearily returned to his home, he found a small package by his door. The handwriting was tiny, almost microscopic, but unmistakably familiar. Inside the package was a letter, signed by Ash and accompanied by a photo of the thriving micro colony in the hidden valley. The letter expressed gratitude for Lance's support and explained how Ash had been watching his progress from afar, proud of the changes the macro jaguar had made. It ended with an invitation to visit the valley, to see for himself the progress and growth of the micros' community, and perhaps to rekindle the friendship they once had. With tears in his eyes and hope in his heart, Lance wrote a heartfelt response to Ash, accepting the invitation and looking forward to the day they would reunite and continue the journey they had started together - as allies, as friends, and as a symbol of hope for a better world. Lance had still regret to not have said Ash he loved him that last night before he left the valley in the mountains. It was quite unusual for big cats to form stable and durable bonds, and perhaps the size difference was what made him seeming possible for the giant jaguar. He get back at the colony well decided to not miss the chance to tell him this time. As Lance made his way back to the hidden valley, his heart swelled with a mix of anxiety, hope, and anticipation. The thought of seeing Ash again after all these years brought back a flood of emotions, but mostly it filled Lance with determination to express his true feelings towards the cheetah. Upon reaching the hidden valley, he was struck by how much it had flourished. The once modest settlement of micros had grown into a thriving community, with tiny homes and structures built to scale for the inhabitants. Eagerly searching for Ash, he spotted the familiar cheetah standing amidst a group of micros. As they locked eyes, a wave of relief, joy, and something deeper washed over Lance. Stepping closer to Ash, careful not to frighten the other micros, Lance began to speak. His voice was gentle, and his words deliberate. "Ash, during our time apart, I realized something important. I not only care deeply for the safety and well-being of you and all micros, but I also discovered that I have come to love you." The giant jaguar hesitated for a moment, gauging the micro cheetah's reaction. Ash remained silent, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. Lance continued, his determination growing. "At first, I couldn't understand what feelings I held for you, this unique bond we share. But over the years, as I worked to change the world for the better, I knew that it was because of you. Ash, you have ignited a passion in me that has shaped who I have become, and I can't imagine a life without you." Lance gently lowered his massive hand, palm up, offering it to the cheetah. "Ash, I know that I cannot ask you to give up the freedom you have found among your fellow micros. But I want to face this journey together, as allies, as friends, and as something more. Would you accept my love and take this step forward with me?" The gathered micros watched in anticipation, curious to see how Ash would respond. The cheetah took a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously. With a soft, resolute voice, Ash replied, "Lance, you have shown me that there can be understanding and love between macros and micros. And I also have grown to care for you deeply." Ash hesitated, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. "Yes, Lance, I accept your love, and I want us to continue this journey, hand in hand, for the betterment of all." As Ash stepped onto Lance's enormous palm, the gathered micros cheered, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. From that day on, Lance and Ash moved forward together, bridging the gap between the two worlds and proving that love knows no bounds or size differences. Together, they continued to make the world a safer place for all, united by the love that had blossomed between them. The giant jaguar was sitting down with his wide and muscular back reclined against the slope of a mountain perched two or three miles from the colony, they could see the valley but Lance saw how much efforts the micros made to have their settling dissimulated, most of their building were looking like rocks and boulders at this distance. After all these yeas they were still careful to avoid to attract attention. The macro had Ash on his torso on one of his beefy pecs. They were both enjoying the evening after this sunny day and the vast panorama. Lance presented the tip of his finger to ash as if he wanted to pet him but h waited and the cheetah snuggled himself against it. Lance smiled and eventually started to caress Ash. "Ash. I'm wondering, that night, before I leave, would you have come back with me if I said you I was loving you at this moment ?" He hesitated another moment. "And now ? I come back alone again, or do you come ? You know, you don't have to stay at my home permanently, I could bring you there again. I think I already showed you I could let you go away at least two times, when you ran away in the forest, and when I let you there." Ash took a deep breath, pondering Lance's question as he continued to lean against the gentle pressure of his fingertip. The past few years had undeniably changed both of them, and the love they now openly expressed for each other added another layer of complexity to their relationship. "Honestly, Lance," Ash began, "I don't know what I would have done back then if you told me you loved me. I was so focused on my newfound independence and the community we had built. It was such a new and uncharted territory, a world without giants where I thought I finally belonged." He looked up at Lance's face, finding a sense of comfort in the giant's caring eyes. "But now, I've realized how much you've been a part of my journey and how much our bond means to me. It's not just about independence or belonging; it's about the love and understanding we've built together, despite our differences." He paused for a moment, his tail gently swishing back and forth, before continuing. "As for coming back with you, I would want that, but I don't want to leave my friends and the community we've built here. Perhaps we can find a way to stay connected to both worlds, visiting each other and maintaining a presence in each other's lives. We can show the world how much love and understanding can bridge the gap, regardless of the size difference." Lance, overcome with love and respect for Ash's wishes, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Ash, I understand and will support you. We can find a balance that ensures the safety and happiness of your community while still maintaining the bond we have." As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lance and Ash made a silent pact to walk this journey together, hand in hand. Lance made the trip back through the mountains with Ash on his muscular shoulder or under his tank top in the crack between his pecs. They took some time to explore the alpine landscape and Ash noted some place of interest for the well-being of the colony. Ash could also see how the gantgiant jaguar was a good swimmer when he stopped to bath in a lake and the cheetah was still impressed to see the colossus moving through the water and how it cascaded on his massvemassive muscles whewhen he moved out of the lake. They slept under the star prangledstar-spangled sky, Ash snuggling comfortably betwenbetween the enormous pecs of Lance. And eventually the first signs of the domain of the macros were showing up as they quit the mountain range and moved through some macro towns in the country. There Lance rented a car, Ash was still impressed and uncomfortable at the proximity of these macro vehicles but he made a special effort and after a moment passed under Lance tank-top the micro cheetah started to walk and explore the dashboard when the Jaguar was driving. And after some hours they finally reached the house of the giant. It had been several year Ash didn't come here, the cheetah was wondering if it had changed a lot or not and how he would feel and what memories it would bring up. As they approached the house, Ash found that it had not changed too much from the outside. The familiar sight brought back a whirlwind of memories - both good and bad - yet he couldn't help but be curious about how things had changed on the inside. Lance, for his part, was proud of the personal growth he had experienced during their time apart and hoped that the changes he had made to the house reflected the man he had become. Entering the house, Ash was surprised to find that Lance had made significant adjustments to accommodate micros. There were now small ramps and ladders placed throughout the house, allowing Ash and any other visiting micros to move around with ease. In addition, the living room and kitchen had smaller, micro-friendly areas, ensuring that their diminutive size would not prove to be an inconvenience while living with a macro. As they continued to explore, Lance led Ash to his old cage, now transformed into a cozy living space. It had been given a makeover, with comfortable furniture and decorations that made it feel more like a home than a cage. Lance explained that he had done this to ensure Ash felt welcome and comfortable, but that he was free to roam the house or leave at any time. Ash was

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micro for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make enough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow. The night passed excruciatingly slow for Lance as he tried to catch some sleep. A mix of hope and worry clouded his mind, making it difficult to find rest. It was still dark when he finally decided to get up, resigned to the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. He looked around, the first light of dawn just starting to break over the horizon. He glanced at the side pocket of his backpack, half-open as he had promised, but he couldn't bring himself to check for Ash's presence just yet. Preparing himself for the long journey back, Lance took a deep breath and dared to look at the pocket. His heart raced with anticipation, but when he saw the space empty, his heart sank. The emptiness felt like a void, reflecting the void now present in his life without Ash. As the sun continued to rise, casting its golden light on the valley, Lance began his journey. He didn't look back, respecting Ash and the other micros' desire for independence and freedom. With each step away from the valley, the hole in his chest grew, a constant reminder of the tiny cheetah that had once been a part of his life. Lance tried to keep his mind occupied during the long hike back, reflecting on his newfound perspective on the relationship between macros and micros. He resolved to be a better person, to treat micros with respect and kindness, to advocate for their rights, and to make the world a safer place for them. As weeks turned into months, and months into years, Lance continued to honor Ash's memory through his actions and deeds. He supported micro sanctuaries and initiated programs to educate his fellow macros about the value of micros' lives. Though the journey was slow and full of challenges, Lance never gave up, drawing strength and inspiration from the memories of Ash and the life they once shared. Late one night, as Lance wearily returned to his home, he found a small package by his door. The handwriting was tiny, almost microscopic, but unmistakably familiar. Inside the package was a letter, signed by Ash and accompanied by a photo of the thriving micro colony in the hidden valley. The letter expressed gratitude for Lance's support and explained how Ash had been watching his progress from afar, proud of the changes the macro jaguar had made. It ended with an invitation to visit the valley, to see for himself the progress and growth of the micros' community, and perhaps to rekindle the friendship they once had. With tears in his eyes and hope in his heart, Lance wrote a heartfelt response to Ash, accepting the invitation and looking forward to the day they would reunite and continue the journey they had started together - as allies, as friends, and as a symbol of hope for a better world. Lance had still regret to not have said Ash he loved him that last night before he left the valley in the mountains. It was quite unusual for big cats to form stable and durable bonds, and perhaps the size difference was what made him seeming possible for the giant jaguar. He get back at the colony well decided to not miss the chance to tell him this time. As Lance made his way back to the hidden valley, his heart swelled with a mix of anxiety, hope, and anticipation. The thought of seeing Ash again after all these years brought back a flood of emotions, but mostly it filled Lance with determination to express his true feelings towards the cheetah. Upon reaching the hidden valley, he was struck by how much it had flourished. The once modest settlement of micros had grown into a thriving community, with tiny homes and structures built to scale for the inhabitants. Eagerly searching for Ash, he spotted the familiar cheetah standing amidst a group of micros. As they locked eyes, a wave of relief, joy, and something deeper washed over Lance. Stepping closer to Ash, careful not to frighten the other micros, Lance began to speak. His voice was gentle, and his words deliberate. "Ash, during our time apart, I realized something important. I not only care deeply for the safety and well-being of you and all micros, but I also discovered that I have come to love you." The giant jaguar hesitated for a moment, gauging the micro cheetah's reaction. Ash remained silent, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. Lance continued, his determination growing. "At first, I couldn't understand what feelings I held for you, this unique bond we share. But over the years, as I worked to change the world for the better, I knew that it was because of you. Ash, you have ignited a passion in me that has shaped who I have become, and I can't imagine a life without you." Lance gently lowered his massive hand, palm up, offering it to the cheetah. "Ash, I know that I cannot ask you to give up the freedom you have found among your fellow micros. But I want to face this journey together, as allies, as friends, and as something more. Would you accept my love and take this step forward with me?" The gathered micros watched in anticipation, curious to see how Ash would respond. The cheetah took a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously. With a soft, resolute voice, Ash replied, "Lance, you have shown me that there can be understanding and love between macros and micros. And I also have grown to care for you deeply." Ash hesitated, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. "Yes, Lance, I accept your love, and I want us to continue this journey, hand in hand, for the betterment of all." As Ash stepped onto Lance's enormous palm, the gathered micros cheered, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. From that day on, Lance and Ash moved forward together, bridging the gap between the two worlds and proving that love knows no bounds or size differences. Together, they continued to make the world a safer place for all, united by the love that had blossomed between them. The giant jaguar was sitting down with his wide and muscular back reclined against the slope of a mountain perched two or three miles from the colony, they could see the valley but Lance saw how much efforts the micros made to have their settling dissimulated, most of their building were looking like rocks and boulders at this distance. After all these yeas they were still careful to avoid to attract attention. The macro had Ash on his torso on one of his beefy pecs. They were both enjoying the evening after this sunny day and the vast panorama. Lance presented the tip of his finger to ash as if he wanted to pet him but h waited and the cheetah snuggled himself against it. Lance smiled and eventually started to caress Ash. "Ash. I'm wondering, that night, before I leave, would you have come back with me if I said you I was loving you at this moment ?" He hesitated another moment. "And now ? I come back alone again, or do you come ? You know, you don't have to stay at my home permanently, I could bring you there again. I think I already showed you I could let you go away at least two times, when you ran away in the forest, and when I let you there." Ash took a deep breath, pondering Lance's question as he continued to lean against the gentle pressure of his fingertip. The past few years had undeniably changed both of them, and the love they now openly expressed for each other added another layer of complexity to their relationship. "Honestly, Lance," Ash began, "I don't know what I would have done back then if you told me you loved me. I was so focused on my newfound independence and the community we had built. It was such a new and uncharted territory, a world without giants where I thought I finally belonged." He looked up at Lance's face, finding a sense of comfort in the giant's caring eyes. "But now, I've realized how much you've been a part of my journey and how much our bond means to me. It's not just about independence or belonging; it's about the love and understanding we've built together, despite our differences." He paused for a moment, his tail gently swishing back and forth, before continuing. "As for coming back with you, I would want that, but I don't want to leave my friends and the community we've built here. Perhaps we can find a way to stay connected to both worlds, visiting each other and maintaining a presence in each other's lives. We can show the world how much love and understanding can bridge the gap, regardless of the size difference." Lance, overcome with love and respect for Ash's wishes, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Ash, I understand and will support you. We can find a balance that ensures the safety and happiness of your community while still maintaining the bond we have." As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lance and Ash made a silent pact to walk this journey together, hand in hand. Lance made the trip back through the mountains with Ash on his muscular shoulder or under his tank top in the crack between his pecs. They took some time to explore the alpine landscape and Ash noted some place of interest for the well-being of the colony. Ash could also see how the giantgant jaguar was a good swimmer when he stopped to bath in a lake and the cheetah was still impressed to see the colossus moving through the water and how it cascaded on his massivemassve muscles whenwhe he moved out of the lake. They slept under the star-spangledstar prangled sky, Ash snuggling comfortably betweenbetwen the enormous pecs of Lance. And eventually the first signs of the domain of the macros were showing up as they quit the mountain range and moved through some macro towns in the country. There Lance rented a car, Ash was still impressed and uncomfortable at the proximity of these macro vehicles but he made a special effort and after a moment passed under Lance tank-top the micro cheetah started to walk and explore the dashboard when the Jaguar was driving. And after some hours they finally reached the house of the giant. It had been several year Ash didn't come here, the cheetah was wondering if it had changed a lot or not and how he would feel and what memories it would bring up. As they approached the house, Ash found that it had not changed too much from the outside. The familiar sight brought back a whirlwind of memories - both good and bad - yet he couldn't help but be curious about how things had changed on the inside. Lance, for his part, was proud of the personal growth he had experienced during their time apart and hoped that the changes he had made to the house reflected the man he had become. Entering the house, Ash was surprised to find that Lance had made significant adjustments to accommodate micros. There were now small ramps and ladders placed throughout the house, allowing Ash and any other visiting micros to move around with ease. In addition, the living room and kitchen had smaller, micro-friendly areas, ensuring that their diminutive size would not prove to be an inconvenience while living with a macro. As they continued to explore, Lance led Ash to his old cage, now transformed into a cozy living space. It had been given a makeover, with comfortable furniture and decorations that made it feel more like a home than a cage. Lance explained that he had done this to ensure Ash felt welcome and comfortable, but that he was free to roam the house or leave at any time. Ash was

USER: 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 sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes.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 herbivoresgiants 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 inchthree inches tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hoovesfeet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live'smicros's lives 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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.cheetah. 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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro lioncheetah 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet,pet in a cage, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. AsThe jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time went on,later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to adjust to hisavoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He said with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it not your appetite that will make a difference." He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability. Over time, he grew more accustomed to this new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, helife, becoming more fluent in understanding Lance's gestures and body language. He often had no choice but to comply with the giant's requests, knowing well the consequences if he misbehaved or failed to please his master. It was a miserable existence, but it was also his only chance at survival. Despite the constant fear and submission that characterized his life, Ash couldn't help but hold on to a small, defiant spark within him. He knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their liveshe would never be without danger,able to overpower Lance or escape from his massive grasp, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It wouldhe still refused to let himself be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, ascompletely broken and swallowed up by securitydespair. Every so often, when the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply letwas distracted or out of the room, Ash tried to think of ways that he could regain his freedom or at least improve the conditions of his life. He knew that the chances of success were slim to none, but he refused to give up that tiny sliver of hope that kept him movinggoing. His determination began to show results, too. With every passing day, Ash became a little smarter, a little more resourceful, and a little more cunning. He learned how to find tiny drops of opportunity in the seemingly impenetrable wall of his circumstances and how to use those opportunities to his advantage. And then, one day, an opportunity that seemed too good to be true came his way. He would have to be extremely careful and smart about how he used it, but he knew that if he could succeed, he would have a chance at changing his life for the better. It was a long shot, but for Ash, it was worth taking the risk. He had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. The jaguar barely looked at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize aof your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea ofin an other macro catching and toyingroom when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearablesome pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what wasanother thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeinga metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar so about twice the length of the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros asand probably weighting more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they hadone ton. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash wasright now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also,a shelf at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a newdozens of feet above the level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micro for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make enough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow. The night passed excruciatingly slow for Lance as he tried to catch some sleep. A mix of hope and worry clouded his mind, making it difficult to find rest. It was still dark when he finally decided to get up, resigned to the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. He looked around, the first light of dawn just starting to break over the horizon. He glanced at the side pocket of his backpack, half-open as he had promised, but he couldn't bring himself to check for Ash's presence just yet. Preparing himself for the long journey back, Lance took a deep breath and dared to look at the pocket. His heart raced with anticipation, but when he saw the space empty, his heart sank. The emptiness felt like a void, reflecting the void now present in his life without Ash. As the sun continued to rise, casting its golden light on the valley, Lance began his journey. He didn't look back, respecting Ash and the other micros' desire for independence and freedom. With each step away from the valley, the hole in his chest grew, a constant reminder of the tiny cheetah that had once been a part of his life. Lance tried to keep his mind occupied during the long hike back, reflecting on his newfound perspective on the relationship between macros and micros. He resolved to be a better person, to treat micros with respect and kindness, to advocate for their rights, and to make the world a safer place for them. As weeks turned into months, and months into years, Lance continued to honor Ash's memory through his actions and deeds. He supported micro sanctuaries and initiated programs to educate his fellow macros about the value of micros' lives. Though the journey was slow and full of challenges, Lance never gave up, drawing strength and inspiration from the memories of Ash and the life they once shared. Late one night, as Lance wearily returned to his home, he found a small package by his door. The handwriting was tiny, almost microscopic, but unmistakably familiar. Inside the package was a letter, signed by Ash and accompanied by a photo of the thriving micro colony in the hidden valley. The letter expressed gratitude for Lance's support and explained how Ash had been watching his progress from afar, proud of the changes the macro jaguar had made. It ended with an invitation to visit the valley, to see for himself the progress and growth of the micros' community, and perhaps to rekindle the friendship they once had. With tears in his eyes and hope in his heart, Lance wrote a heartfelt response to Ash, accepting the invitation and looking forward to the day they would reunite and continue the journey they had started together - as allies, as friends, and as a symbol of hope for a better world. Lance had still regret to not have said Ash he loved him that last night before he left the valley in the mountains. It was quite unusual for big cats to form stable and durable bonds, and perhaps the size difference was what made him seeming possible for the giant jaguar. He get back at the colony well decided to not miss the chance to tell him this time. As Lance made his way back to the hidden valley, his heart swelled with a mix of anxiety, hope, and anticipation. The thought of seeing Ash again after all these years brought back a flood of emotions, but mostly it filled Lance with determination to express his true feelings towards the cheetah. Upon reaching the hidden valley, he was struck by how much it had flourished. The once modest settlement of micros had grown into a thriving community, with tiny homes and structures built to scale for the inhabitants. Eagerly searching for Ash, he spotted the familiar cheetah standing amidst a group of micros. As they locked eyes, a wave of relief, joy, and something deeper washed over Lance. Stepping closer to Ash, careful not to frighten the other micros, Lance began to speak. His voice was gentle, and his words deliberate. "Ash, during our time apart, I realized something important. I not only care deeply for the safety and well-being of you and all micros, but I also discovered that I have come to love you." The giant jaguar hesitated for a moment, gauging the micro cheetah's reaction. Ash remained silent, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. Lance continued, his determination growing. "At first, I couldn't understand what feelings I held for you, this unique bond we share. But over the years, as I worked to change the world for the better, I knew that it was because of you. Ash, you have ignited a passion in me that has shaped who I have become, and I can't imagine a life without you." Lance gently lowered his massive hand, palm up, offering it to the cheetah. "Ash, I know that I cannot ask you to give up the freedom you have found among your fellow micros. But I want to face this journey together, as allies, as friends, and as something more. Would you accept my love and take this step forward with me?" The gathered micros watched in anticipation, curious to see how Ash would respond. The cheetah took a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously. With a soft, resolute voice, Ash replied, "Lance, you have shown me that there can be understanding and love between macros and micros. And I also have grown to care for you deeply." Ash hesitated, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. "Yes, Lance, I accept your love, and I want us to continue this journey, hand in hand, for the betterment of all." As Ash stepped onto Lance's enormous palm, the gathered micros cheered, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. From that day on, Lance and Ash moved forward together, bridging the gap between the two worlds and proving that love knows no bounds or size differences. Together, they continued to make the world a safer place for all, united by the love that had blossomed between them. The giant jaguar was sitting down with his wide and muscular back reclined against the slope of a mountain perched two or three miles from the colony, they could see the valley but Lance saw how much efforts the micros made to have their settling dissimulated, most of their building were looking like rocks and boulders at this distance. After all these yeas they were still careful to avoid to attract attention. The macro had Ash on his torso on one of his beefy pecs. They were both enjoying the evening after this sunny day and the vast panorama. Lance presented the tip of his finger to ash as if he wanted to pet him but h waited and the cheetah snuggled himself against it. Lance smiled and eventually started to caress Ash. "Ash. I'm wondering, that night, before I leave, would you have come back with me if I said you I was loving you at this moment ?" He hesitated another moment. "And now ? I come back alone again, or do you come ? You know, you don't have to stay at my home permanently, I could bring you there again. I think I already showed you I could let you go away at least two times, when you ran away in the forest, and when I let you there." Ash took a deep breath, pondering Lance's question as he continued to lean against the gentle pressure of his fingertip. The past few years had undeniably changed both of them, and the love they now openly expressed for each other added another layer of complexity to their relationship. "Honestly, Lance," Ash began, "I don't know what I would have done back then if you told me you loved me. I was so focused on my newfound independence and the community we had built. It was such a new and uncharted territory, a world without giants where I thought I finally belonged." He looked up at Lance's face, finding a sense of comfort in the giant's caring eyes. "But now, I've realized how much you've been a part of my journey and how much our bond means to me. It's not just about independence or belonging; it's about the love and understanding we've built together, despite our differences." He paused for a moment, his tail gently swishing back and forth, before continuing. "As for coming back with you, I would want that, but I don't want to leave my friends and the community we've built here. Perhaps we can find a way to stay connected to both worlds, visiting each other and maintaining a presence in each other's lives. We can show the world how much love and understanding can bridge the gap, regardless of the size difference." Lance, overcome with love and respect for Ash's wishes, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Ash, I understand and will support you. We can find a balance that ensures the safety and happiness of your community while still maintaining the bond we have." As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lance and Ash made a silent pact to walk this journey together, hand in hand. Lance made the trip back through the mountains with Ash on his muscular shoulder or under his tank top in the crack between his pecs. They took some time to explore the alpine landscape and Ash noted some place of interest for the well-being of the colony. Ash could also see how the gant jaguar was a good swimmer when he stopped to bath in a lake and the cheetah was still impressed to see the colossus moving through the water and how it cascaded on his massve muscles whe hethe floor and moved out of the lake. They slept under the star prangled sky, Ash snuggling comfortably betwen the enormous pecs of Lance. And eventually the first signs of the domain of the macros were showing up as they quit the mountain range and moved through some macro towns in the country. There Lance rented a car, Ash was still impressed and uncomfortable at the proximity of these macro vehicles but he made a special effort and after a moment passed under Lance tank-top the micro cheetah started to walk and explore the dashboard when the Jaguar was driving. And after some hours they finally reached the house of the giant. It had been several year Ash didn't come here, the cheetah was wondering if it had changed a lot or not and how he would feel and what memories it would bring up. As they approached the house, Ash found that it had not changed too much from the outside. The familiar sight brought back a whirlwind of memories - both good and bad - yet he couldn't help but be curious about how things had changed on the inside. Lance, for his part, was proud of the personal growth he had experienced during their time apart and hoped that the changes he had made to the house reflected the man he had become. Entering the house, Ash was surprised to find that Lance had made significant adjustments to accommodate micros. There were now small ramps and ladders placed throughout the house, allowing Ash and any other visiting micros to move around with ease. In addition, the living room and kitchen had smaller, micro-friendly areas, ensuring that their diminutive size would not prove to be an inconvenience while living with a macro. As they continued to explore, Lance led Ash to his old cage, now transformed into a cozy living space. It had been given a makeover, with comfortable furniture and decorations that made it feel more like a home than a cage. Lance explained that he had done this to ensure Ash felt welcome and comfortable, but that he was free to roam the house or leave at any time. Ash wasroom.

USER: 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 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 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 giants 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 three inches tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's lives 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 cheetah. 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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro cheetah 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward,Then the jaguar put Ash lived his life as a pet in ain a cage set on the floor in a corner of his macro sized living room. After having put a small bowl of water in the cage, alwaysthe giant jaguar moved away and quit the house as he had to go on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it.an errand. The jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as hethe giant was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetahcheetah's diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He saidSaid Lance with the same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman,caiman which is my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, itit's not your appetite that will make a difference." He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability. Over time, he grew more accustomed to this new life, becoming more fluent in understanding Lance's gestures and body language. He often had no choice but to comply with the giant's requests, knowing well the consequences if he misbehaved or failed to please his master. It was a miserable existence, but it was also his only chance at survival. Despite the constant fear and submission that characterized his life, Ash couldn't help but hold on to a small, defiant spark within him. He knew that he would never be able to overpower Lance or escape from his massive grasp, but he still refused to let himself be completely broken and swallowed up by despair. Every so often, when the giant jaguar was distracted or out of the room, Ash tried to think of ways that he could regain his freedom or at least improve the conditions of his life. He knew that the chances of success were slim to none, but he refused to give up that tiny sliver of hope that kept him going. His determination began to show results, too. With every passing day, Ash became a little smarter, a little more resourceful, and a little more cunning. He learned how to find tiny drops of opportunity in the seemingly impenetrable wall of his circumstances and how to use those opportunities to his advantage. And then, one day, an opportunity that seemed too good to be true came his way. He would have to be extremely careful and smart about how he used it, but he knew that if he could succeed, he would have a chance at changing his life for the better. It was a long shot, but for Ash, it was worth taking the risk. He had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. The jaguar barely looked at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out of your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar so about twice the length of the cheetah and probably weighting more than one ton. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf at several dozens of feet above the level of the floor and moved out of the room.

USER: 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 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 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 giants 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 three inches tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feet without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's lives 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 ...

USER: Unknown of Ash, the colar Lance put around his cheetah neck was equiped with a microchip and a GPS device. Lance had not any difficulty to know where his cheetah went as he only had to check an app on his smartphone to do so. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar resounded through the ground as he was approaching. Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. You have to come back. There are bands of macros who are hunting down micros. The place is not safe for you." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro.

USER: 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.sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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 giantsgiant 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 three inchesan inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's feethooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micros's livesmicro 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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 cheetah.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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro cheetahlion 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The massively muscular jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. Then theFrom that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put Ash in aa microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them. The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage set on the floor in a corner of hisof Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room. After having put a small bowl ofroom he saw Lance bringing water in the cage, the giant jaguaran food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved away and quit the houseto sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as hepet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had to goclimbed on an errand.one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The jaguar came backcheetah was looking up at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fillhim. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted toof his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand asdown to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant was holding his dinner TVhad always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with his other handexcitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but heif micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micros for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to seize the cheetah's diminutive body eventually. "Don'treach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make your difficult todrinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Said Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with the same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman which is my favorite !" He said. "Youme, you can take some, it's not your appetite that willplace inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make a difference." He switched his TVenough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. For now, at least. While the giant jaguar watched TV, Ash couldn't help but listen to the booming sounds and vibrations that shook the entire room every time Lance shifted his weight or spoke. It was a constant reminder of his smallness and vulnerability.a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar barely lookeddidn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day in the cage till the jaguar came back. He opened the door of the cage. "You can go out of your cage if you wish, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you." He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. "For you, I guess you would like it." His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. "I bought that too." He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar so about twice the length of the cheetah and probably weighting more than one ton. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. "A laser pointer, I'm sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf at several dozens of feet above the level of the floor and moved out of the room.their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow.

USER: 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 sizewhereassize whereas some of the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. 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 herbivoresgiants 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 hoovesfeet 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. Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the thertheir micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiddinghiding 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 comoditiescommodities 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. Ash 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 traps. And despite his self impression, Ash 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.cheetah. 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 Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro lioncheetah 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." Ash 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 Ash 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." Ash, 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 Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, 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 Ash. 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 Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder. For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over. When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Well, well, well," the jaguar said with a chuckle. "Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack." Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now. From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet,pet in a cage, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it. The jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. "I thought about eating you first, but you're so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly." He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He said with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. "Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it not your appetite that will make a difference." He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time. "Ah, by the way, my name is Lance. But you have to call me Master." He snickered. "Or, if you feel like being a good pet, Daddy." He laughed. Ash was still apprehensive about being handled by the massive jaguar, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow his commands. He sat perched on the rim of the tray, barely registering the different types of meat that the jaguar had mentioned. As the jaguar turned on his TV and started to watch whatever show had caught his attention, Ash picked at the bits of food, trying not to think about the fact that he was basically eating from the same tray as his owner. It was humiliating and dehumanizing, but he knew that it was better than being eaten alive. He managed a small and forced smile as he nibbled on a piece of fish. "Thank you, M-Master," he muttered quietly, making a point not to call the jaguar 'Daddy.' As the days went by, Ash slowly grew accustomed to his new life. He no longer had the freedom he once enjoyed, but in exchange, he was protected from other macros who might see him as a snack. It was a twisted kind of safety, one he never thought he would have to live under. During the long and monotonous days, he tried to entertain himself by watching TV with Lance, hoping that the giant jaguar would eventually grow tired of tormenting him. He even began to engage in small talk with the jaguar, trying to relate to his owner on some personal level. However, in the back of his mind, Ash never stopped thinking and dreaming about his freedom. He wondered if there were other micros out there who had managed to avoid the grasp of the giants, or if they too had succumbed to this fate. One night, as Lance slept soundly, Ash found himself staring at the window. It was cracked open ever so slightly, just enough for his small body to fit through. He considered the risks - escaping would almost certainly result in being found by another macro or even something worse. But staying here would mean living under the thumb of a giant forever. In the end, the small fire of rebellion in his heart could not be extinguished. He had to try. And so, in the dead of night, Ash ventured out into the world once more. He faced countless dangers as he tried to live among the giant world of the macros. Dodging feet and avoiding massive predators at every turn, Ash managed to find brief moments of respite in the small, hidden places that the giants overlooked. But in the end, it was not enough. He longed for the lost civilization of the past, a world where he and other micros could live without fearing the footsteps of giants. And on his journey, he discovered that he was not alone in this dream. Others like him had gathered together, exchanging whispered stories of the time before the rise of the macros. Hope bloomed, a fragile flicker amidst the dark shadows of giants. And in their determination, the micros began to fight back. As the years went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner's guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate. Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. Hethey became skilled at evading capture and surviving in the perilous world of the macros. They began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner's habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in. Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside. The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world. After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more. But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn't do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants. As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety. Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future. And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a placereclaim the few forgotten spaces where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms. And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves.exist and thrive. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey,was a small and delicate hope, but it was a journey theysomething. And as Ash ran through the tall grass, tiny heart pounding in a mixture of exhilaration and fear, he could not deny the power of that hope. For it was hope that allowed a micro like him to survive and dream, even in a world ruled by giants. One night, Ash had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros. Unknown of Ash, Lance wasdiscretely slipped inside the vast house of one macro to steal some useful items. He had a very bad injury after having crossed the way of a macro mantis. And he knew too well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched himhe needed to clean and disinfect this wound rapidly. In the macro bathroom he managed to climb up to the medicine cabinet. But as he was focused in searching the adapted products he realized too late the macro dwelling there had moved from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest wherehis bed and entered the bathroom. "But..." Said a resounding voice. A gigantic hand opened the door of the cabinet fully. Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them.moved as fast he could behind some box of medicines but trunk sized fingers moved them away. "Ash ? It's you ?" The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with hiscovering cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night. The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. "Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends." He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. "You will be safe in my home. You know it." He added. "And I don't have the intention to punish you for having fled." He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn't want to try to dislodge him by using force. "Come on, come back with me." He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro. Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor's home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect his friends from them. With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up atand saw the massive face of Lance, he was looking a bit older from these years where he last seen him. The jaguar reached his enormous hand ready to seize the diminutive cheetah, but he stopped it and Ash saw the giant sized fingers retracting as Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Fine, I'll go back with you," Ash finally said. "Butmoved his hand away. "Where was you during all this time ? And what about my friends? Willare you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear." Lance considered Ash's words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friendsdoing here now ? I searched you everywhere in the house and around. I thought yo were just as vulnerable as he was. "I'll make you a deal, Ash," Lance replied after contemplating his options. "I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?" It wasn't the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar's offer with mixed emotions. "Okay, Lance. We have a deal." From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process. Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash's community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect. And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected - a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other's eyes. Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn't pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don't want to come, they simply can't give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back.dead." The giant jaguar had barely madenoticed the wound on the leg of the cheetah eventually. "But... What happened to you ?" He hesitated and finally he reached his hand all fingers spread open. "Don't be scared, let me help you." He said with a gentle tone. Ash struggled a bit between the humongous fingers. "Don't worry, I will help you. Let me do." Said Lance will he used his free hand to grab the items needed. The giant delicately cleaned the wound of the micro and after applying some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. "I changed my mind, I want to come with you !" Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home. He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him hedisinfectant he cut a tiny piece of bandage and put it in his bedroom, as he was thinkingaround the wounded leg. "There, it wouldmust be better to the micros to not see it.better." He said with his rumbling voice. He then held Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, hein a cupped hand and brought him to his kitchen. He moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gainpieces of meat from him. "You're okay ? Master ?" Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. "You're looking worried." Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. "That's okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?" He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. "You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion." Ash looked into Lance's eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them. "Master, I know it's difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers," Ash admitted. "The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we're all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us." Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. "Maybe we can't find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it's a small step at a time." Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. "If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence." Lance's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I'm sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative." With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other's existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros. In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all. Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer. The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat. Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micros for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home. The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments. "That was the last day." Said Lance. "It will be a definitive farewell, and I hope to be the last macro they see." He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance's living room. The cheetah didn't say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn't. "And you, Ash ?" He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. "You have a foot in each worlds, their's and mine's." Continued Lance. Ash didn't react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was torn as much than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before. "I want to keep you with me Ash. I don't want to make the trip back alone !" Lance eventually said. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn't say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. "I'm going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don't want to reply, it's fine. I'll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before having quit this valley and make enough distance. If you didn't talk to me till tomorrow, I'll just leave." His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah wasthe refrigerator and sat down in front of his table, he put Ash on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn't get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ashthe top of the table and offered him some of the pieces of meat. "You come back here because sometime bad happened to you, right ? Tell me where you had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a nightbeen all this time." Lance started to eat some meat, swallowing several tons with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow.each of his mouthfuls. "You can stay you know. I still have your futon and your toys somewhere, in a drawer."