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. 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 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, 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...

USER: The next night, Lance and Ash were watching TV like they did in the old times. Lance was happy to have got his pet back, although he was not telling him this way. But he wanted really the cheetah stay with him this time. "Ash, you know, when I found you escaped. It left me with a void." He approached his hand as to pet the cheetah but he moved it back at the last moment, unsure about it. "As macro and micro we couldn't never be perfectly equal. And unfortunately, the balance will always be in the disadvantage of the micros, even if we could try to lower the difference. But your lose and seeing you again, wounded, it made me understand I love you."

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 whereas some ofsizewhereas 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 an 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, 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 theirther 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.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. 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 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 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. 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, they became skilled at evading capture and surviving in the perilous world of the macros. They began to reclaim the few forgotten spaces where they could exist and thrive. It was a small and delicate hope, but it was something. 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 discretely 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 he 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 his bed and entered the bathroom. "But..." Said a resounding voice. A gigantic hand opened the door of the cabinet fully. Ash moved as fast he could behind some box of medicines but trunk sized fingers moved them away. "Ash ? It's you ?" The covering cheetah looked up and 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 moved his hand away. "Where were you during all this time ? And what are you doing here now ? I searched you everywhere in the house and around. I thought you were dead." The giant jaguar noticed 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 disinfectant he cut a tiny piece of bandage and put it around the wounded leg. "There, it must be better." He said with his rumbling voice. He then held Ash in a cupped hand and brought him to his kitchen. He moved some pieces of meat from the refrigerator and sat down in front of his table, he put Ash on the 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 been all this time." Lance started to eat some meat, swallowing several tons with each of his mouthfuls. "You can stay you know. I still have your futon and your toys somewhere, in a drawer."

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: Marcus discovered the great suppleness of the micro cheetah's body.

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. 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 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 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. 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, they became skilled at evading capture and surviving in the perilous world of the macros. They began to reclaim the few forgotten spaces where they could exist and thrive. It was a small and delicate hope, but it was something. 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 discretely 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 he 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 his bed and entered the bathroom. "But..." Said a resounding voice. A gigantic hand opened the door of the cabinet fully. Ash moved as fast he could behind some box of medicines but trunk sized fingers moved them away. "Ash ? It's you ?" The covering cheetah looked up and 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 moved his hand away. "Where were you during all this time ? And what are you doing here now ? I searched you everywhere in the house and around. I thought you were dead." The giant jaguar noticed 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 disinfectant he cut a tiny piece of bandage and put it around the wounded leg. "There, it must be better." He said with his rumbling voice. He then held Ash in a cupped hand and brought him to his kitchen. He moved some pieces of meat from the refrigerator and sat down in front of his table, he put Ash on the 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 been all this time." Lance started to eat some meat, swallowing several tons with each of his mouthfuls. "You can stay you know. I still have your futon and your toys somewhere, in a drawer."

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. 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 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, 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 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, 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 their micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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. 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. 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 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 hethe giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" He saidSaid the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. 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, they became skilled at evading capture and surviving in the perilous world of the macros. They began to reclaim the few forgotten spaces where they could exist and thrive. It was a small and delicate hope, but it was something. 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 discretely 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 he 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 his bed and entered the bathroom. "But..." Said a resounding voice. A gigantic hand opened the door of the cabinet fully. Ash moved as fast he could behind some box of medicines but trunk sized fingers moved them away. "Ash ? It's you ?" The covering cheetah looked up and 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 moved his hand away. "Where were you during all this time ? And what are you doing here now ? I searched you everywhere in the house and around. I thought you were dead." The giant jaguar noticed 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 disinfectant he cut a tiny piece of bandage and put it around the wounded leg. "There, it must be better." He said with his rumbling voice. He then held Ash in a cupped hand and brought him to his kitchen. He moved some pieces of meat from the refrigerator and sat down in front of his table, he put Ash on the 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 been all this time." Lance started to eat some meat, swallowing several tons with each of his mouthfuls. "You can stay you know. I still have your futon and your toys somewhere, in a drawer."

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. 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 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, 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 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, 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 their micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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. 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. 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 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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's entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but with no other choice, he decided it was in his best interest to at least try to appease Lance. Shakingly, he took a small piece of chicken and nibbled on it, never taking his eyes off Lance. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "Thank you for the food, Master." Lance grinned, knowing he had the little cheetah right where he wanted him. The days that followed were a blur of being at Lance's beck and call, never knowing when the jaguar might decide to swallow him whole. Ash was on edge at all times, each day getting harder and harder to bear. One day, when Lance had a group of massive macro friends over for a night of fun and games, Ash was deeply humiliated. He was passed from paw to paw, each anthro poking, prodding, and even licking him, all of them laughing at his fear and discomfort. As the party continued late into the night, Ash's despair only grew deeper. He had come to the realization that this was his life now - living as a pet to a massive predator, always in fear for his life, with no hope of ever returning to the freedom he had known before. His life had undoubtedly taken a turn for the worse since the rise of the macros. Ash couldn't help but wonder if all the other micros he had once scoffed at were faring any better than he was. As always, Ash had to remain vigilant, hoping that one day he might find a way to escape the terrifying fate that had befallen him. If there was even the slightest chance that he could slip from Lance's grasp and find freedom once again, he knew he had to take it. 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 around twice the length of the cheetah and weighing probably 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. Bu not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf several dozens of feet above the floor of his macro sized house and moved out of the room. Ash stared at the new items in his cage, wondering if Lance was actually trying to be kind or if this was just another way to humiliate him. Either way, he couldn't deny that the sight of the small futon was comforting after having spent so many nights huddled against the hard bottom of the cage. He cautiously stepped out of the cage, deciding to take Lance's offer to explore the room while the jaguar was busy elsewhere. As Ash walked around, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of fascination at the sheer size of everything. It was a constant reminder of just how small and powerless he truly was in this world of giants. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be able to step over entire buildings or effortlessly crush the life out of a micro underfoot. In the midst of his exploration, a small glimmer of hope sparked within Ash. Maybe, if he could somehow prove his worth to Lance, he could be treated as more than just a toy to torment. He could try to be a helpful pet, doing whatever he could to please his master, hoping that maybe one day he wouldn't have to live in perpetual fear. But deep down, Ash knew that he couldn't simply accept his life as it was. He needed to find an opportunity to escape, to find a better life for himself, even if it was dangerous. With renewed determination, Ash set about his new plan: to be the best pet he could be while simultaneously searching for a chance to gain his freedom. He would take every opportunity to learn about the world of macros, learn their weaknesses, and exploit any vulnerabilities he could find. He would have to be patient, cunning, and above all, cautious. But he would not give up; he knew that somewhere out there was a better life for him, and he was determined to find it. Lance came back in the living room. He took care to watch his steps to avoid to inadvertently crush his pet under one of his massive giant jaguar feet. He didn't see the cheetah in the room and he was not in his cage neither. "Ash, heel !" He said aloud, his low toned voice resounding in the room. The grey furred cheetah hesitated a moment and then he came toward the jaguar. "Ah good, I see you avoid to stay where I'm used o walk. And you were not trying to escape." He squatted down and reached his huge hand. The cheetah covered as the thick fingers of the giant closed around his slim body. "Don't be afraid, you've been a good pet, so I will be a good master tonight." Rumbled the giant. He then walked toward his couch. With Ash on his beefy shoulder Lance sat down as heavily the last time on the couch who creased thunderously. Visibly Lance was amused to be rough with that piece of furniture. Ash imagined the giants must have destroyed old buildings this way during the rise of the macros. He cupped his hand and scooped the cheetah in his wide cupped palm and he then put him on the rim of the dinner TV he took with him. "Today, it's horse meat, mutton, turkey and caiman again." He started to eat, each of his mouthfuls engulfing several tons of meat, while channel-hoping with his car sized remote. "If you need something, feel free to ask me." He said without moving his eyes from the TV screen. "By the way, what its your favorite ?" He asked about the meat. Ash took in a deep breath and managed to answer, "Caiman meat, Master." It was true - while he didn't have the opportunity to eat it often, he had found caiman meat to be especially delicious. Lance's grin widened, amused by Ash's fascination with the type of meat that was closer to both their own species. He scooped up a tiny morsel of caiman meat with his massive fingers and held it out to Ash. "Here you go, pet. Tonight, we dine on your favorite." Cautiously, Ash took the morsel from Lance's fingers and began eating. For the briefest moment, the act felt almost like a kind gesture, and Ash couldn't help but feel a minuscule amount of gratitude towards his captor. As the evening went on, Ash continued to focus on his plan: behaving well and acting like the best pet he could be. He asked Lance questions about the macros, trying to learn as much as possible. Despite the danger he was in, Ash found himself oddly intrigued by the mysterious world of the giants and the knowledge they possessed. Of course, on the back of his mind, he always had his true goal in sight: to find and exploit any weakness in the macros and eventually escape from his hellish captivity. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't help but hold on to that tiny glimmer of hope, the one that said freedom might still be possible, even for a micro like him. Lance loosed a resounding bone-rattling belch and laughed at how it made Ash startle. Ash couldn't help but jump at the loud sound, glaring up at Lance with a mix of annoyance and fear. However, the giant jaguar's laughter seemed lighthearted, and Ash realized that he had been startled by something as simple as a belch. It was in these small moments, when Lance behaved somewhat like a normal person, that Ash found it the hardest to keep up his facade of fear and submission. He had to remind himself that Lance was still a dangerous predator, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Despite his own internal conflict, Ash tried his best to keep up his act as a well-behaved pet. He nodded obediently, as if to apologize for his reaction, and continued to eat the caiman meat. He kept his ears and eyes open, absorbing any new information he could glean from Lance and their interactions. Over time, Lance seemed to become more and more comfortable with Ash's presence. He continued to share small bites of food and occasionally spoke to him about his life as a macro. Ash took everything in, carefully storing the information away for future use, all the while maintaining his own goal of eventually finding a way to escape. However, as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into months, the line between Ash's act and his true feelings began to blur. He started to feel a strange attachment to Lance despite the constant looming fear that reminded him of the jaguar's true nature. Ash knew he couldn't allow these conflicting emotions to cloud his judgment. He had to stay steadfast in his plan, and not allow even the slightest hint of affection to ruin his chances of finding a weakness and escaping. And so, as the days went on, Ash struggled with the ever-growing conflict within him - the desire to be free, and the strange, growing bond between him and his captor. Ash woke up with a jolt. He realized he had not been returned in his cage yesterday night after the usual meal with Lance in front of his TV. It was dark around and it was clear he was not on the couch. But he was still between the massive pecs of the jaguar, the giant placed him there after the meal and he started to pet him with the tip of one of his enormous fingers and the cheetah fell asleep eventually. It took time to his eyes to adapt to the ambient obscurity, but he was a feline and he could see enough eventually. He was in a macro sized bedroom. Lance had brought him with him when he moved to his bed apparently. And the jaguar was deeply asleep right now. Ash was not sure about what to do, he would have preferred to be in his cage. But in another hand it meant Lance was trusting him enough to not cage him. The massive jaguar slightly shifted position in his sleep and Ash laid flat between the humongous pecs during till the jaguar stopped to move and his breathe became regular again. He took the time to look around, the vast body of Lance was looking like a landscape, a muscular landscape, Ash marveled at the power this creature must have. Eventually, Lance started to wake up, stretching lazily in his vast bed, he opened his cavernous heavy fanged mouth widely as he yawned loudly. And then he looked down at his own torso. "Good ! You must like me a lot you're still here !" He said with a smile. He reached one massive hand and started to caress he cheetah's slim back under the tip of a finger wider than the cheetah own body. "You was sleeping so well last night in front of the TV that I didn't want to wake you up to put you in your cage and I bring you with me." Ash walked from the large torso of Lance and jumped on the vast expanse of the macro bed. It creased when Lance rolled on his flank to watch the cheetah. "Thank you Lance." Replied the cheetah. The Jaguar swiftly moved one of his massive hand behind the cheetah and pressed one finger into the mattress to create a hollow just behind the micro. Ash lost his balance and missed to fall. The low toned chuckle of the jaguar resounded. "No, not Lance, I taught you how you must call me." Ash, a bit annoyed by the small prank but well aware of his place in this relationship, replied, "Thank you, Master Lance." He couldn't help but throw in a slight eye roll as he struggled to regain his balance on the soft mattress. Lance laughed again at Ash's reaction, clearly enjoying his role as the dominant one in their relationship. "That's better," he rumbled, his massive voice vibrating through the bed. "Now, let's get up and start the day, shall we?" He carefully scooped Ash up in his hand, bringing him along as he made his way to the bathroom. Ash couldn't help but feel a mix of appreciation and fear as he was placed down onto the edge of the sink, safely out of the way while Lance went about his morning routine. He knew this was another sign of trust from the giant, but it was also a reminder of how completely at his mercy he was. From his precarious perch, Ash watched as Lance got ready for his day, taking mental notes on anything that could potentially be of use to him. He had to admit - there was something fascinating about watching a giant go through the same mundane daily tasks that micros did, just on a much larger scale. As the weeks turned into months, Ash continued to be torn between his desire for freedom and a growing bond with his captor. While never letting go of his goal to escape, he found himself becoming increasingly grateful for the small acts of kindness and trust that Lance showed him. Deep down he knew he still couldn't trust the jaguar completely, but he couldn't deny that these moments of bonding were making his life as a captive a little less unbearable. Ultimately, however, Ash still needed to find the right opportunity to make his escape. The first step was to gather as much information as possible about macros and their vulnerabilities. Then, he would have to wait for the perfect moment when Lance least expected it. He knew that escape wouldn't be easy, but he couldn't give up. Even if he had managed to find small moments of comfort in his captivity, the burning desire for freedom would never be extinguished. The colossus walked toward the door of his house, he put Ash in the gap between his beefy pecs under the fabric of his t-shirt and walked to his destination. Ash could hear the sounds of the streets and of the exterior in general, he didn't heard them from so long, although some of them brought him some bad memories. He wondered what the jaguar had in mind about him. It was new, and even if he had some trust in Lance, he couldn't help but felt worried. He soon discovered Lance brought him in a park. The colossal jaguar sat down on the lawn and put his tiny pet on the ground among the macro sized blades of grass, clovers, daisies, dandelions and other plants having grown during the rise, nevertheless Ash noticed some plants did remain at their normal proportions and were growing at the bases of some of the giant ones. "There you can stretch your legs a bit." Said Lance calmly with his deep rumbling voice. "Just don't move far away, there could be critters too big for you around, or the other macros. And remember, you come back when I call you. Don't make me run after you." Heeding Lance's words, Ash cautiously began to walk around the immediate area, enjoying the feeling of being outside and away from the confines of the jaguar's home. The sunlight felt incredibly warm on his short grey fur, and the sensation of the ground beneath his feet reminded him of a time when the world felt so much bigger and more open to explore. As Ash ventured further from Lance, never straying so far that he couldn't see the giant's massive silhouette, he started to notice the smaller plants and insects that had remained their normal size during the rise of the macros. It was strange to see a world of such wildly different scales, with huge macro blades of grass towering over their smaller counterparts, and all of them co-existing in the same space. Ash couldn't help but feel a sense of solidarity with the smaller plants and insects, all of them just trying to survive in a world that had literally grown large beyond their comprehension. After wandering around for a while, Ash decided to take a moment to rest under the shade of a large macro daisy. He knew he would have to return to Lance soon, but he relished these brief moments of relative freedom. As he sat there, catching his breath and feeling the gentle breeze rustle the nearby grass blades, Ash couldn't help but wonder: was he truly doomed to a life of captivity and survival? Or could there still be a chance for him to find a way out, to escape Lance's grasp and perhaps find a place where he could truly be free? Only time would tell, but for now, Ash was just grateful for the small moment of respite. With a heavy heart, he knew it was time to return to Lance, hoping that he could make the most of his time in captivity and use it to his advantage in whatever may come. "Ash, heel !" Growled lance. The giant remained sat down in the lawn and looked around, his round ears pricked up. He smiled when he saw the cheetah coming back. He lowered his humongous hand and let the cheetah climb in the hollow of his cupped palm. "Good ! I'm happy you're tamed enough to bring you in the park for a walk." He looked up. "you see there are crows in the sky. If they see you they might try to catch and eat you. So it's better for you to stay close of me." The cheetah watched the plane sized birds a moment. He knew the warning of Lance was not futile, he already saw micros being attacked and eaten by macro sized birds in the past before he was captured. It made him feel a sentiment of despair, being stuck between the fingers of a giant, or taking the risk to meet a gruesome fate from the now giant sized wildlife. "Did you like this little walk anyway ?" Asked Lance. "We could come back another day, it should be good for you to stretch and run a bit in the nature, to keep you fit." He added with a smile while gently poking and petting the belly and torso of his comparatively diminutive pet. Ash looked up at Lance, torn between appreciation for the chance to be outside and the cruel reminder of how helpless and vulnerable he was in this new world. However, he knew that he had to maintain his facade of obedience, so he nodded and replied, "Thank you, Master Lance. I enjoyed the walk very much. I would be grateful to come back another day." Despite his internal conflict, Ash couldn't deny that being outdoors and able to move around freely, even if it was momentarily and under Lance's watchful gaze, had been a much-needed break from the confines of the cage. Lance smiled warmly, his rumbling voice carrying a hint of genuine affection. "I'm glad to hear that, Ash. I knew you needed some fresh air and a chance to stretch your legs. We'll make this a regular part of our routine, as long as you continue to behave." In that moment, Ash found himself feeling an odd sense of gratitude towards the behemoth that held his life in the balance. It only made his internal struggle more complicated, but at the same time, this tiny act of kindness from Lance gave Ash a renewed determination to keep working towards his goal of freedom. As Lance carried him back to their home, Ash knew that his time for escape was drawing closer. He would continue to gather information, plan his strategy, and wait for the perfect opportunity. And when that time came, Ash vowed to himself that he would be ready to seize it, no matter the risks or challenges that lay ahead. A morning, in the bedroom, Lance started to play with Ash. The giant was using the laser pointer to make the cheetah run on the floor. The macro muscle jaguar watched him from his bed where his was laying on his belly. He was liking to see the swiftness and rapidity of his rare pardinensis cheetah. From the cheetah point of view, it was fun and somewhat gratifying to display some physical prowess to the 25 times bigger muscle colossus. Ash was focused on the green bright spot that ran fast on the floor and he slalomed between different obstacles or jumped above as Lance's bedroom was not really a tidy place. Several books and comics were on the floors, as well socks as long than buses and whose scents indicated hey were worn perhaps more than once. And absorbed by his pursuit of the green spot the cheetah didn't realized he stepped on a vast surface covered with a thick black fabrics. He stopped at the sight of a wide elastic band almost as wide than the length of his body. The jaguar snickered and switched the pointer off. Ash looked around trying to understand what he had stepped on with a puzzled expression. At the great amusement of the colossal young jaguar it took several long seconds for the cheetah to realize he was on one of the underwear of Lance, a black briefs big enough it could have covered a normal sized suburban house of the time before the rise of the macros, and, judging by the musky scent emanating from it, it had already been worn. Ash's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized where he was standing. It was one thing to be captured and held by a giant; it was quite another to find himself up close and touching something so personal and intimate. Lance chuckled at Ash's reaction, clearly amused by the situation. "Aww, don't look so embarrassed, little one," he teased. "It's not every day a tiny cheetah gets to play on a giant's underwear!" Feeling uncomfortable and exposed, Ash quickly jumped off the gigantic briefs and tried to regain his composure. He couldn't help but wonder if Lance had planned this humiliation, or if it was just a happy accident for the macro jaguar. Regardless of the intention, Ash used the incident as another reminder of why he had to stay focused on his goal of escape. Whether it was playful teasing or intentional humiliation, he knew that he could never be truly comfortable or safe in Lance's world. Returning to a more neutral expression, Ash glanced up at Lance and meekly said, "Thank you, Master Lance, for the... experience." He then quickly moved away from the offending item, silently hoping that the rest of the day would be less eventful. After having played with his cheetah and the laser pointer he macro jaguar was stretched on his belly on his bed and was reading a comic. He placed the cheetah on one of his beefy shoulders to let him have some rest after having run. Ash was not very interested by the comic his giant master was reading. After a while he stood up on the huge shoulder and walked on the muscular back of the macro jaguar. Lance had a muscle bound body up to put a shame to most bodybuilders and Ash remembered one fact about them, they could not reach their hand on the middle of their wide backs. Lance had played tricks at his depends several times, it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. The cheetah moved to the level of the spine of his master and playfully started to pull on some strands of his fur. At first, Lance didn't seem to notice the playful actions of Ash, but soon enough, he could feel the little tugs on his fur. A rumbling chuckle escaped from his chest as he continued to read his comic. "You little rascal," Lance teased, without looking away from his comic. "Trying to pull a fast one on me, huh?" Ash, feeling a bit emboldened by the lack of any negative reaction, kept pulling on a few more strands of fur. The surface beneath him was broad and powerful, and he couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the fact that he was able to affect a giant in such a small yet profound way. Lance could not reach for Ash because his massively muscled back was wide too much for him to reach a hand to the place where Ash was pulling on the strands of fur of his master. Realizing that he couldn't actually reach Ash with his hands, Lance got creative with his retaliation. He started to shift and roll on the bed, purposefully disturbing Ash's position and making him scramble to keep holding onto Lance's fur. The giant jaguar laughed as he watched Ash clutching tightly to keep from tumbling down. "Is that enough payback for you?" Lance grinned playfully. For Ash, despite enjoying the lighthearted moment, his survival instincts were kicking in. He had to brace himself and hold on tight to avoid falling off Lance's expansive back. When Lance finally stopped rolling, Ash tried to pull himself back up to a less precarious position on the jaguar's back. Breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush, he couldn't help but smile as well. "Okay, Lance-I mean, Master Lance. I think that was enough payback." Lance chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "Good. We're even now, little one." As Ash regained his composure, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt for instigating the playful situation. He knew he needed to stay focused on his ultimate goal of finding a way to escape, but for just a moment, he had allowed himself to forget about the constant danger he was in. The conflicting emotions continued to swirl within him, a constant reminder of the precarious balance he had to maintain between gaining Lance's trust and planning for his eventual escape. After having finished to read his comic and still on his bed, Lance seized Ash between his huge fingers gently and rolled on his massive back. Then he put Ash on his bulging pecs and started to pet him with the tip of one of his finger. "Sly cheetah ! It was a good shot nevertheless." Said the giant with an amused chuckle. "You know, I'm glad you got tamed enough to play like that, it means you start to feel secure enough with me." He said while keeping to pet his cheetah's comparatively diminutive body. Ash couldn't help but liked to be petted this way, especially after having run so much after the laser and trying to play a trick to Lance. It was feeling like being massaged and he let his body relax. And soon the micro grey furred cheetah started to purr. Ash kept purring some minutes before realizing doing it, and feeling ashamed, he stopped to purr abruptly and looked up at Lance, the micro face was clearly showing embarrassment. Lance couldn't help but chuckle warmly at Ash's sudden realization and embarrassment. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Ash," he rumbled reassuringly. "Purring is a natural way for felines like you to express comfort and happiness. It's actually quite satisfying to know that I can make you feel that at ease." Hearing Lance's reassurances, a small part of Ash felt touched by the apparent care his captor seemed to be showing him. And, despite his best judgment, he couldn't help but find a sense of security in Lance's massive presence. However, another part of Ash remained wary, remembering the numerous and potentially deadly situations he had been in since his life in Lance's captivity. The various tricks and games, the looming threat of being at the mercy of a giant predator - it was a constant reminder that he needed to stay alert and focused. As he laid there on Lance's bulging pecs, being gently petted by a truly enormous being, Ash continued to grapple with the conflicting feelings within him. He knew he couldn't afford to let either side take complete control, for his survival depended on maintaining a delicate balance between trust and caution. With a deep breath, Ash decided to embrace the comfort he found in Lance's presence, just for that moment, all the while reminding himself that he couldn't let his guard down - not until he found his opportunity for a chance at true freedom. "Ash, I think you showed me you are tamed enough now. I'm planning a trek in the mountains from a while now. You know, mountains is a really hard place to navigate for macros like me and it's quite a challenge. And you saw my friends, they won't follow me there. I was thinking doing that trip with you, but I was afraid you try to run away and I lose you over there. But in these walks in the park you showed me you could come back when I called you. And during these moments we spent you bonded with me quite well, I think." He stopped a moment, to look at the reaction of his cheetah. He smiled and petted him tenderly. "I think you could be happy to travel with me and see some other places in the world. Would you like it ?"

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 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. 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 an 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, 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 their micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From that day forward,the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash lived his life as a pet in a cage, alwaysin the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longedhis couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep 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.night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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's entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but with no other choice, he decided it was in his best interest to at least try to appease Lance. Shakingly, he took a small piece of chicken and nibbled on it, never taking his eyes off Lance. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "Thank you for the food, Master." Lance grinned, knowing he had the little cheetah right where he wanted him. The days that followed were a blur of being at Lance's beck and call, never knowing when the jaguar might decide to swallow him whole.whole or if he wanted to keep him as his pet. Ash was on edge at all times, each day getting harder and harder to bear. OneThen, one day, when Lancethe jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had a group of massive macro friends over for a night of fun and games,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 was deeply humiliated. He was passed from paw to paw, each anthro poking, prodding, and even lickingopened 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 hours and several 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, all of them laughing at his fear and discomfort. As the party continued late into the night, Ash's despairand 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 grew deeper. Hecunning and intelligence that had come to the realizationgiven him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that this was his life now - living as a pet to a massive predator, always in fear for his life, with no hope of ever returning to the freedom he had known before. His life had undoubtedly taken a turn for the worse since the rise of the macros. Ashhe couldn't help but wonder if all thedo it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros heto 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, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once scoffed at were faring any better than he was. As always, Ash had to remain vigilant, hopingsaw 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. 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 he might find a way to escape the terrifying fate that had befallen him. If there waswhile 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 the slightest chance thateating 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 hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow in front of a large stump of a dead macro tree. "Ash ? Your escapade lasted long enough. It's time to return home." Said the brawny giant. He waited some seconds. On his smart phone he could slip from Lance's grasp and find freedom once again, he knew he had to take it.see Ash was close, but the device was not precise enough to tell if he was really into this stump or some other place around. The jaguar barelyknocked at the stump with his knuckles. He heard some hustle and bustle inside. "Come on Ash, you've played enough with your little friends." Rumbled the macro jaguar. He seized some patches of barks and tore them from the stump. It revealed a void space at the eyes of the giant. For him at his enormous size it looked at Ash when he left the next morning.like a tiny room. "Ash, I ask you to come." He said again. He reached into the hole in the stump and tore a wall of the exposed room. He saw there were several tiny floors inside. 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,rooms he exposed were empty 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 withhis ears perceived some pillows and blankets. He putfaint sounds. He tore another floor and he saw several micros hurrying to pass through a narrow hall. Among 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 around twice the length of the cheetah and weighing probably 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. Bu not right now, I have some chores to finish." He put the pointer on a shelf several dozens of feet above the floor of his macro sized house and moved out of the room. Ash stared at the new items in his cage, wondering if Lance was actually trying to be kind or if this was just another way to humiliate him. Either way, he couldn't deny that the sight of the small futon was comforting after having spent so many nights huddled against the hard bottom of the cage. He cautiously stepped out of the cage, deciding to take Lance's offer to explore the room while the jaguar was busy elsewhere. As Ash walked around, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of fascination at the sheer size of everything. It was a constant reminder of just how small and powerless he truly was in this world of giants. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be able to step over entire buildings or effortlessly crush the life out of a micro underfoot. In the midst of his exploration, a small glimmer of hope sparked within Ash. Maybe, if he could somehow prove his worth to Lance, he could be treated as more than just a toy to torment. He could try to be a helpful pet, doing whatever he could to please his master, hoping that maybe one day he wouldn't have to live in perpetual fear. But deep down, Ash knew that he couldn't simply accept his life as it was. He needed to find an opportunity to escape, to find a better life for himself, even if it was dangerous. With renewed determination, Ash set about his new plan: to be the best pet he could be while simultaneously searching for a chance to gain his freedom. He would take every opportunity to learn about the world of macros, learn their weaknesses, and exploit any vulnerabilities he could find. He would have to be patient, cunning, and above all, cautious. But he would not give up; he knew that somewhere out there was a better life for him, and he was determined to find it. Lance came back in the living room. He took care to watch his steps to avoid to inadvertently crush his pet under one of his massive giant jaguar feet. He didn't see the cheetah in the room and he was not in his cage neither. "Ash, heel !" He said aloud, his low toned voice resounding in the room. Thehe saw a grey furred cheetah hesitated a moment and then he came toward the jaguar. "Ah good, I see you avoid to stay where I'm used o walk. And you were not trying to escape." He squatted down and reached his huge hand. The cheetah covered as the thick fingers of the giant closed around his slim body. "Don't be afraid, you've been a good pet, so I will be a good master tonight." Rumbled the giant. He then walked toward his couch. With Ash on his beefy shoulder Lance sat down as heavily the last time on the couch who creased thunderously. Visibly Lance was amused to be rough with that piece of furniture. Ash imagined the giants must have destroyed old buildings this way during the rise of the macros. He cupped his hand and scooped the cheetah in his wide cupped palm and he then put him on the rim of the dinner TV he took with him. "Today, it's horse meat, mutton, turkey and caiman again." He started to eat, each of his mouthfuls engulfing several tons of meat, while channel-hoping with his car sized remote. "If you need something, feel free to ask me." He said without moving his eyes from the TV screen. "By the way, what its your favorite ?" He asked about the meat. Ash took in a deep breath and managed to answer, "Caiman meat, Master." It was true - while he didn't have the opportunity to eat it often, he had found caiman meat to be especially delicious. Lance's grin widened, amused by Ash's fascination with the type of meat that was closer to both their own species. He scooped up a tiny morsel of caiman meat with his massive fingers and held it out to Ash. "Here you go, pet. Tonight, we dine on your favorite." Cautiously, Ash took the morsel from Lance's fingers and began eating. For the briefest moment, the act felt almost like a kind gesture, and Ash couldn't help but feel a minuscule amount of gratitude towards his captor. As the evening went on, Ash continued to focus on his plan: behaving well and acting like the best pet he could be. He asked Lance questions about the macros, trying to learn as much as possible. Despite the danger he was in, Ash found himself oddly intrigued by the mysterious world of the giants and the knowledge they possessed. Of course, on the back of his mind, he always had his true goal in sight: to find and exploit any weakness in the macros and eventually escape from his hellish captivity. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't help but hold on to that tiny glimmer of hope, the one that said freedom might still be possible, even for a micro like him. Lance loosed a resounding bone-rattling belch and laughed at how it made Ash startle. Ash couldn't help but jump at the loud sound, glaring up at Lance with a mix of annoyance and fear. However, the giant jaguar's laughter seemed lighthearted, and Ash realized that he had been startled by something as simple as a belch. It was in these small moments, when Lance behaved somewhat like a normal person, that Ash found it the hardest to keep up his facade of fear and submission. He had to remind himself that Lance was still a dangerous predator, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Despite his own internal conflict, Ash tried his best to keep up his act as a well-behaved pet. He nodded obediently, as if to apologize for his reaction, and continued to eat the caiman meat. He kept his ears and eyes open, absorbing any new information he could glean from Lance and their interactions. Over time, Lance seemed to become more and more comfortable with Ash's presence. He continued to share small bites of food and occasionally spoke to him about his life as a macro. Ash took everything in, carefully storing the information away for future use, all the while maintaining his own goal of eventually finding a way to escape. However, as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into months, the line between Ash's act and his true feelings began to blur. He started to feel a strange attachment to Lance despite the constant looming fear that reminded him of the jaguar's true nature. Ash knew he couldn't allow these conflicting emotions to cloud his judgment. He had to stay steadfast in his plan, and not allow even the slightest hint of affection to ruin his chances of finding a weakness and escaping. And so, as the days went on, Ash struggled with the ever-growing conflict within him - the desire to be free, and the strange, growing bond between him and his captor. Ash woke up with a jolt. He realized he had not been returned in his cage yesterday night after the usual meal with Lance in front of his TV. It was dark around and it was clear he was not on the couch. But he was still between the massive pecs of the jaguar, the giant placed him there after the meal and he started to pet him with the tip of one of his enormous fingers and the cheetah fell asleep eventually. It took time to his eyes to adapt to the ambient obscurity, but he was a feline and he could see enough eventually. He was in a macro sized bedroom. Lance had brought him with him when he moved to his bed apparently. And the jaguar was deeply asleep right now. Ash was not sure about what to do, he would have preferred to be in his cage. But in another hand it meant Lance was trusting him enough to not cage him. The massive jaguar slightly shifted position in his sleep and Ash laid flat between the humongous pecs during till the jaguar stopped to move and his breathe became regular again. He took the time to look around, the vast body of Lance was looking like a landscape, a muscular landscape, Ash marveled at the power this creature must have. Eventually, Lance started to wake up, stretching lazily in his vast bed, he opened his cavernous heavy fanged mouth widely as he yawned loudly. And then he looked down at his own torso. "Good ! You must like me a lot you're still here !" He said with a smile.feline. He reached one massive hand and started to caress he cheetah's slimdown toward the group of micros. He felt their soft furred tiny bodies bumping on the wide tips of his enormous fingers as he picked the grey feline up. He squirmed and screamed between his huge fingers as the giant lifted him and brought him closer from his eyes. Lance was doubtful fro the moment he heard him scream, but when he had him in front of his eyes it was clear it was not Ash. Not even a cheetah, it was a male snow leopard. Lance thought immediately it was another rare and expensive species, he could sell him at a high price. But he was there to get Ash back. He looked down at the micro snow leopard who was screaming and struggling helplessly between his fingers. "Hu, don't be afraid please. I'm here to see Ash. Did you see him ? He is a pardinensis cheetah, with grey fur and spots, like you..." The micro feline kept screaming in his clutch. "Someone ! Help me, please !!!" He screamed with his eyes bulging out with fear. "No, don't be afraid." Repeated Lance calmly. "I won't hurt you. Have you seen a pardinensis cheetah around ? I'm looking for him." The leopard simply replied : "I don't know, please, let me go !" Lance breathed out and looked inside the hole he just made in the stump, all the other micros had fled away. He reached his free hand and groped inside, his massive fingers knocking down several walls and rummaged inside empty room. He then stood up and looked at his smartphone. The signal indicated Ash was still around. Lance walked a bit toward what was looking like another hiding place, he took great care where he was stepping to avoid any accident. He exposed another of their hiding places and among the micros he spotted a tiny maned wolf running away. It was another very rare species that could be sold at a high price, like the snow leopard he was still holding in his hand. He looked at the grey feline. "Are you calm enough to talk now ?" He asked again at his tiny captive. "I just want Ash, I will release you." Ash was here indeed, if he began to flee and search for a hiding spot secure enough. He stopped and was observing Lance from some distance under the foliage of a fern. Lance was not looking to actively chase the other micros, and the cheetah was wondering if he was not holding this snow leopard only because he was somewhat looking like him. He saw Lance heaving a sight. "Listen to me, micros. I'm not here to hunt you, but to get back under the tip of a finger widera grey furred cheetah, Ash. He and all of you are in danger there. You have been spotted by a group of micros collectors. I just want my micro get back with me to keep him safe. Ash, if you hear me, come back, I promise I wont punish you. Come on !" Ash hesitated, ans still from the undercover of the ferns he shouted at Lance : "Lance ! Release him and I come, and let them alone!" Lance didn't hear Ash at the first time the cheetah tried to get his attention, as the micro was not so close and his voice was not as strong than the cheetah own body. "You was sleeping so well last night in front of the TV that I didn't want to wake you up to put you in your cage and I bring you with me."one of a macro like Lance. But after two other attempts Lance finally heard him and turned his head in his direction. Ash walked from the large torso of Lance and jumped on the vast expanse of the macro bed. It creased when Lance rolled on his flank to watch the cheetah. "Thank you Lance." Replied the cheetah. The Jaguar swiftly moved one of his massive hand behind the cheetah and pressed one finger into the mattress to create a hollow just behind the micro. Ash lost his balance and missed to fall. The low toned chuckle of the jaguar resounded. "No,could not Lance, I taught you how you must call me." Ash, a bit annoyed by the small prank but well aware of his place in this relationship, replied, "Thank you, Master Lance." He couldn't help but throw in a slight eye roll as he struggled to regain his balance on the soft mattress. Lance laughed again at Ash's reaction, clearly enjoying his role as the dominantcovered under the ferns' leaves. "Ash ?" Said Lance. He took one in their relationship. "That's better," he rumbled, his massivestep in the direction he heard the voice vibrating through the bed. "Now, let's get up and start the day, shall we?" He carefully scooped Ash up in his hand, bringingof his pet. "Ash, you can't stay here, it's dangerous for you now." Said the giant. "Free him along as he made his way to the bathroom. Ash couldn't help but feel a mix of appreciation and fear as he was placed down onto the edge of the sink, safely out of the way while Lance went about his morning routine. He knew this was another sign of trust from the giant, but it was also a reminder of how completely at his mercy he was. From his precarious perch, Ash watched as Lance got ready for his day, taking mental notes on anything that could potentially be of use to him. He had to admit - there was something fascinating about watching a giant go through the same mundane daily tasks that micros did, just on a much larger scale. As the weeks turned into months, Ash continued to be torn between his desire for freedom and a growing bond with his captor. While never letting go of his goal to escape, he found himself becoming increasingly grateful for the small acts of kindness and trust that Lance showed him. Deep down he knew he!" Shouted Ash, still couldn't trust the jaguar completely, but he couldn't deny that these moments of bonding were making his life as a captive a little less unbearable. Ultimately, however, Ash still needed to find the right opportunity to make his escape. The first step was to gather as much information as possible about macros and their vulnerabilities. Then, he would have to wait for the perfect moment when Lance least expected it. He knew that escape wouldn't be easy, but he couldn't give up. Even if he had managed to find small moments of comfort in his captivity, the burning desire for freedom would never be extinguished. The colossus walked toward the door of his house, he put Ash in the gap between his beefy pecshidden under the fabric of his t-shirt and walked to his destination. Ash could hear the sounds of the streets and of the exterior in general, he didn't heard them from so long, although some of them brought him some bad memories. He wondered what the jaguar had in mind about him. It was new, and even if he had some trust in Lance, he couldn't help but felt worried. He soon discovered Lance brought him in a park. The colossal jaguar sat down on the lawn and put his tiny pet on the ground among the macro sized blades of grass, clovers, daisies, dandelions and other plants having grown during the rise, nevertheless Ash noticed some plants did remain at their normal proportions and were growing at the bases of some of the giant ones. "There you can stretch your legs a bit."plants. "Hu, yes !" Said Lance calmly with his deep rumbling voice. "Just don't move far away, there could be critters too big for you around, or the other macros. And remember, youwhile bending down his massive body to gently release he snow leopard at the level of the forest floor. The grey furred feline leaped out of the loosening clutch of the macro and ran away toward one of the closest hiding place. "Ash, come back whennow. You will be fine in my home. I call you. Don't make me rundon't want another macro get his hands on you." Ash didn't replied and ran toward a burrow. The jaguar heard the tiny cheetah was running through the macro plants and dead leaves and he hurried himself after you." Heeding Lance's words, Ash cautiously began to walk around the immediate area, enjoying the feeling of being outside and awayhim. He barely had enough time to catch a glance of a tiny grey furred form plunging into the opening of the burrow. The ground trembled as he dropped on his knees. He approached his humongous jaguar face from the confines of the jaguar's home. The sunlight felt incredibly warm on his short grey fur, and the sensation of the ground beneath his feet reminded him of a time when the world felt so much bigger and more open to explore. As Ash ventured further from Lance, never straying so far that he couldn'ttiny opening but even with his eyes of feline adapted to see the giant's massive silhouette, he started to notice the smaller plants and insects that had remained their normal size during the rise of the macros. It was strange toin the dark, he could not see a world of such wildly different scales, with huge macro blades of grass towering over their smaller counterparts, and all of them co-existing in the same space. Ash couldn't help but feel a sense of solidarity with the smaller plants and insects, all of them just trying to survive in a world that had literally grown large beyond their comprehension. After wandering around for a while, Ash decided to take a moment to rest under the shade of a large macro daisy. He knew he would have to return to Lance soon, but he relished these brief moments of relative freedom. As he sat there, catching his breath and feeling the gentle breeze rustle the nearby grass blades, Ash couldn't help but wonder: was he truly doomed to a life of captivity and survival? Or could there still be a chance for him to find a way out, to escape Lance's grasp and perhaps find a place where he could truly be free? Only time would tell, but for now, Ash was just grateful for the small moment of respite. With a heavy heart, he knew it was time to return to Lance, hoping that he could make the most of his time in captivity and use it to his advantage in whatever may come. "Ash, heel !" Growled lance. The giant remained sat down in the lawn and looked around, his round ears pricked up. He smiled when he saw the cheetah coming back. He lowered his humongous hand and let the cheetah climb in the hollow of his cupped palm. "Good ! I'm happy you're tameddeep enough to bring you in the park for a walk." He looked up. "you see there are crows in the sky. If they see you they might try to catch and eat you. So it's better for you to stay close of me." The cheetah watched the plane sized birds a moment. He knew the warning of Lance was not futile, he already saw micros being attacked and eaten by macro sized birds in the past before he was captured. It made him feel a sentiment of despair, being stuck between the fingers of a giant, or taking the risk to meet a gruesome fate from the now giant sized wildlife. "Did you like this little walk anyway ?" Asked Lance. "We couldin the narrow hole. "No, Ash. Come on, come back another day, it shouldwith me, I will be a good master for you. If you to stretch and run a bit in the nature, to keep you fit." He added with a smile while gently poking and petting the belly and torso of his comparatively diminutive pet. Ash looked up at Lance, torn between appreciation for the chance to be outside and the cruel reminder of how helpless and vulnerable he was in this new world. However, he knew that he had to maintain his facade of obedience, so he nodded and replied, "Thankstay here hey will capture you, Master Lance.and I enjoyed the walk very much. I would be grateful to come back another day." Despite his internal conflict, Ash couldn't deny that being outdoors and able to move around freely, even if it was momentarily and under Lance's watchful gaze, had been a much-needed break from the confines of the cage. Lance smiled warmly, his rumbling voice carrying a hint of genuine affection. "I'm glad to hear that, Ash. I knew you needed some fresh air and a chance to stretch your legs. We'll make this a regular part of our routine, as long as you continue to behave." In that moment, Ash found himself feeling an odd sense of gratitude towards the behemoth that held his life in the balance. It only made his internal struggle more complicated, but at the same time, this tiny act of kindness from Lance gave Ash a renewed determination to keep working towards his goal of freedom. As Lance carried him back to their home, Ash knew that his time for escape was drawing closer. He would continue to gather information, plan his strategy, and wait for the perfect opportunity. And when that time came, Ash vowed to himself that he would be ready to seize it, no matter the risks or challenges that lay ahead. A morning, in the bedroom, Lance started to play with Ash. The giant was using the laser pointer to make the cheetah run on the floor. The macro muscle jaguar watched him from his bed where his was laying on his belly. He was liking to see the swiftness and rapidity of his rare pardinensis cheetah. From the cheetah point of view, it was fun and somewhat gratifying to display some physical prowess to the 25 times bigger muscle colossus. Ash was focused on the green bright spot that ran fast on the floor and he slalomed between different obstacles or jumped above as Lance's bedroom was not really a tidy place. Several books and comics were on the floors, as well socks as long than buses and whose scents indicated hey were worn perhaps more than once. And absorbed by his pursuit of the green spot the cheetah didn't realized he stepped on a vast surface covered with a thick black fabrics. He stopped at the sight of a wide elastic band almost as wide than the length of his body. The jaguar snickered and switched the pointer off. Ash looked around trying to understanddon't know what he had stepped on with a puzzled expression. At the great amusement of the colossal young jaguar it took several long seconds for the cheetah to realize he was on one of the underwear of Lance, a black briefs big enough it could have covered a normal sized suburban house of the time before the rise of the macros, and, judging by the musky scent emanating from it, it had already been worn. Ash's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized where he was standing. It was one thing to be captured and held by a giant; it was quite another to find himself up close and touching something so personal and intimate. Lance chuckled at Ash's reaction, clearly amused by the situation. "Aww, don't look so embarrassed, little one," he teased. "It's not every day a tiny cheetah gets to play on a giant's underwear!" Feeling uncomfortable and exposed, Ash quickly jumped off the gigantic briefs and tried to regain his composure. He couldn't help but wonder if Lance had planned this humiliation, or if it was just a happy accident for the macro jaguar. Regardless of the intention, Ash used the incident as another reminder of why he had to stay focused on his goal of escape. Whether it was playful teasing or intentional humiliation, he knew that he could never be truly comfortable or safe in Lance's world. Returning to a more neutral expression, Ash glanced up at Lance and meekly said, "Thank you, Master Lance, for the... experience." He then quickly moved away from the offending item, silently hoping that the rest of the day would be less eventful. After having played with his cheetah and the laser pointer he macro jaguar was stretched on his belly on his bed and was reading a comic. He placed the cheetah on one of his beefy shoulders to let him have some rest after having run. Ash was not very interested by the comic his giant master was reading. After a while he stood up on the huge shoulder and walked on the muscular back of the macro jaguar. Lance had a muscle bound body up to put a shame to most bodybuilders and Ash remembered one fact about them, they could not reach their hand on the middle of their wide backs. Lance had played tricks at his depends several times, it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. The cheetah moved to the level of the spine of his master and playfully started to pull on some strands of his fur. At first, Lance didn't seem to notice the playful actions of Ash, but soon enough, he could feel the little tugs on his fur. A rumbling chuckle escaped from his chest as he continued to read his comic. "You little rascal," Lance teased, without looking away from his comic. "Trying to pull a fast one on me, huh?" Ash, feeling a bit emboldened by the lack of any negative reaction, kept pulling on a few more strands of fur. The surface beneath him was broad and powerful, and he couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the fact that he was able to affect a giant in such a small yet profound way. Lance could not reach for Ash because his massively muscled back was wide too much for him to reach a hand to the place where Ash was pulling on the strands of fur of his master. Realizing that he couldn't actually reach Ash with his hands, Lance got creative with his retaliation. He started to shift and roll on the bed, purposefully disturbing Ash's position and making him scramble to keep holding onto Lance's fur. The giant jaguar laughed as he watched Ash clutching tightly to keep from tumbling down. "Is that enough payback for you?" Lance grinned playfully. For Ash, despite enjoying the lighthearted moment, his survival instincts were kicking in. He had to brace himself and hold on tight to avoid falling off Lance's expansive back. When Lance finally stopped rolling, Ash tried to pull himself back up to a less precarious position on the jaguar's back. Breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush, he couldn't help but smile as well. "Okay, Lance-I mean, Master Lance. I think that was enough payback." Lance chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "Good. We're even now, little one." As Ash regained his composure, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt for instigating the playful situation. He knew he needed to stay focused on his ultimate goal of finding a way to escape, but for just a moment, he had allowed himself to forget about the constant danger he was in. The conflicting emotions continued to swirl within him, a constant reminder of the precarious balance he had to maintain between gaining Lance's trust and planning for his eventual escape. After having finished to read his comic and still on his bed, Lance seized Ash between his huge fingers gently and rolled on his massive back. Then he put Ash on his bulging pecs and started to pet him with the tip of one of his finger. "Sly cheetah ! It was a good shot nevertheless." Said the giant with an amused chuckle. "You know, I'm glad you got tamed enough to play like that, it means you start to feel secure enough with me." He said while keeping to pet his cheetah's comparatively diminutive body. Ash couldn't help but liked to be petted this way, especially after having run so much after the laser and trying to play a trick to Lance. It was feeling like being massaged and he let his body relax. And soon the micro grey furred cheetah started to purr. Ash kept purring some minutes before realizing doing it, and feeling ashamed, he stopped to purr abruptly and looked up at Lance, the micro face was clearly showing embarrassment. Lance couldn't help but chuckle warmly at Ash's sudden realization and embarrassment. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Ash," he rumbled reassuringly. "Purring is a natural way for felines like you to express comfort and happiness. It's actually quite satisfying to know that I can make you feel that at ease." Hearing Lance's reassurances, a small part of Ash felt touched by the apparent care his captor seemed to be showing him. And, despite his best judgment, he couldn't help but find a sense of security in Lance's massive presence. However, another part of Ash remained wary, remembering the numerous and potentially deadly situations he had been in since his life in Lance's captivity. The various tricks and games, the looming threat of being at the mercy of a giant predator - it was a constant reminder that he needed to stay alert and focused. As he laid there on Lance's bulging pecs, being gently petted by a truly enormous being, Ash continued to grapple with the conflicting feelings within him. He knew he couldn't afford to let either side take complete control, for his survival depended on maintaining a delicate balance between trust and caution. With a deep breath, Ash decided to embrace the comfort he found in Lance's presence, just for that moment, all the while reminding himself that he couldn't let his guard down - not until he found his opportunity for a chance at true freedom. "Ash, I think you showed me you are tamed enough now. I'm planning a trek in the mountains from a while now. You know, mountains is a really hard place to navigate for macros like me and it's quite a challenge. And you saw my friends, they won't follow me there. I was thinking doing that trip with you, but I was afraid you try to run away and I lose you over there. But in these walks in the park you showed me you could come back when I called you. And during these moments we spent you bonded with me quite well, I think." He stopped a moment, to look at the reaction of his cheetah. He smiled and petted him tenderly. "I think you could be happy to travel with me and see some other places in the world. Would you like it ?"will do."

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 furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size whereas somethe anthropomorphic 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 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'smicros'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 herbivoremicros 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, 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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's entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but with no other choice, he decided it was in his best interest to at least try to appease Lance. Shakingly, he took a small piece of chicken and nibbled on it, never taking his eyes off Lance. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "Thank you for the food, Master." Lance grinned, knowing he had the little cheetah right where he wanted him. The days that followed were a blur of being at Lance's beck and call, never knowing when the jaguar might decide to swallow him whole or if he wanted to keep him as his pet. Ash was on edge at all times, each day getting harder and harder to bear. 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 hours and several 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, 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. 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 hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow in front of a large stump of a dead macro tree. "Ash ? Your escapade lasted long enough. It's time to return home." Said the brawny giant. He waited some seconds. On his smart phone he could see Ash was close, but the device was not precise enough to tell if he was really into this stump or some other place around. The jaguar knocked at the stump with his knuckles. He heard some hustle and bustle inside. "Come on Ash, you've played enough with your little friends." Rumbled the macro jaguar. He seized some patchespaches of barks and tore them from the stump. It revealed a void space at the eyes of the giant.thegiant. For him at his enormous size it looked like a tiny room. "Ash, I ask you to come." He said again. He reached into the hole in the stump and tore a wall of the exposed room. He saw there were several tiny floors inside. The rooms he exposed were empty but his ears perceivedperceved some faint sounds. He tore another floor and he saw several micros hurrying to pass through a narrow hall. Among them he saw a grey furred feline. He reached one massive hand down toward the group of micros. He felt their soft furred tiny bodies bumping on the wide tips of his enormous fingers as he picked the grey feline up. He squirmed and screamed between his huge fingers as the giant lifted him and brought him closer from his eyes. Lance was doubtful fro the moment he heard him scream, but when he had him in front of his eyes it was clear it was not Ash. Not even a cheetah, it was a male snow leopard. Lance thought immediately it was another rare and expensive species, he could sell him at a high price. But he was there to get Ash back. He looked down at the micro snow leopard who was screaming and struggling helplessly between his fingers. "Hu, don't be afraidaffraid please. I'm here to see Ash. Did you see him ? He is a pardinensis cheetah, with grey fur and spots, like you..." The micro feline kept screaming in his clutch. "Someone ! Help me, please !!!" He screamed with his eyes bulging out with fear. "No, don't be afraid." Repeatedaffraid." Repeatted Lance calmly. "I won't hurt you. Have you seen a pardinensis cheetah around ? I'm looking for him." The leopard simply replied : "I don't know, please, let me go !" Lance breathed out and looked inside the hole he just made in the stump, all the other micros had fledfleed away. He reached his free hand and groped inside, his massive fingers knocking down several walls and rummaged insiderumaged insid empty room. He then stood up and looked at his smartphone. The signal indicated Ash was still around. Lance walked a bit toward what was looking like another hiding place, he took great care where he was stepping to avoid any accident. He exposed another of their hidinghidding places and among the micros he spotted a tiny maned wolf running away. It was another very rare species that could be sold at a high price, like the snow leopard he was still holding in his hand. He looked at the grey feline. "Are you calm enough to talk now ?" He asked again at his tiny captive. "I just want Ash, I will releasereleaze you." Ash was here indeed, if he began to flee and search for a hiding spot secure enough. He stopped and was observing Lance from some distance under the foliage of a fern. Lance was not looking to actively chase the other micros,othe micro, and the cheetah was wondering if he was not holding this snow leopard only because he was somewhatsomewahat looking like him. He saw Lance heavingheaging a sight. "Listen to me, micros. I'm not here to hunt you, but to get back a grey furred cheetah, Ash. He and all of you are in danger there. You have been spotted by a group of micros collectors. I just want my micro get back with me to keep him safe. Ash, if you hear me, come back, I promise I wont punish you. Come on !" Ash hesitated, ans still from the undercover of the ferns he shouted at Lance : "Lance ! Release him and I come, and let them alone!" Lance didn't hear Ash at the first time the cheetah tried to get his attention, as the micro was not so close and his voice was not as strong than the one of a macro like Lance. But after two other attempts Lance finally heard him and turned his head in his direction. Ash could not help but covered under the ferns' leaves. "Ash ?" Said Lance. He took one step in the direction he heard the voice of his pet. "Ash, you can't stay here, it's dangerous for you now." Said the giant. "Free him !" Shouted Ash, still hiddenhiden under the plants. "Hu, yes !" Said Lance while bending down his massive body to gently release he snow leopard at the level of the forest floor. The grey furred feline leaped out of the loosening clutch of the macro and ran away toward one of the closest hiding place. "Ash, come back now. You will be fine in my home. I don't want another macro get his hands on you." Ash didn't replied and ran toward a burrow. The jaguar heard the tiny cheetah was running through the macro plants and dead leaves and he hurried himself after him. He barely had enough time to catch a glance of a tiny grey furred form plunging into the openinghopening of the burrow. The ground trembled as he dropped on his knees. He approached his humongous jaguar face from the tiny opening but even with his eyes of feline adapted to see in the dark, he could not see deep enough in the narrow hole. "No, Ash. Come on, come back with me, I will be a good master for you. If you stay here heythey will capture you, and I don't know what they will do."

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 micros 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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's entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but with no other choice, he decided it was in his best interest to at least try to appease Lance. Shakingly, he took a small piece of chicken and nibbled on it, never taking his eyes off Lance. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "Thank you for the food, Master." Lance grinned, knowing he had the little cheetah right where he wanted him. The days that followed were a blur of being at Lance's beck and call, never knowing when the jaguar might decide to swallow him whole or if he wanted to keep him as his pet. Ash was on edge at all times, each day getting harder and harder to bear. 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 hours and several 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, 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. 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 hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow in front of a large stump of a dead macro tree. "Ash ? Your escapade lasted long enough. It's time to return home." Said the brawny giant. He waited some seconds. On his smart phone he could see Ash was close, but the device was not precise enough to tell if he was really into this stump or some other place around. The jaguar knocked at the stump with his knuckles. He heard some hustle and bustle inside. "Come on Ash, you've played enough with your little friends." Rumbled the macro jaguar. He seized some pachespatches of barks and tore them from the stump. It revealed a void space at the eyes of thegiant.the giant. For him at his enormous size it looked like a tiny room. "Ash, I ask you to come." He said again. He reached into the hole in the stump and tore a wall of the exposed room. He saw there were several tiny floors inside. The rooms he exposed were empty but his ears percevedperceived some faint sounds. He tore another floor and he saw several micros hurrying to pass through a narrow hall. Among them he saw a grey furred feline. He reached one massive hand down toward the group of micros. He felt their soft furred tiny bodies bumping on the wide tips of his enormous fingers as he picked the grey feline up. He squirmed and screamed between his huge fingers as the giant lifted him and brought him closer from his eyes. Lance was doubtful fro the moment he heard him scream, but when he had him in front of his eyes it was clear it was not Ash. Not even a cheetah, it was a male snow leopard. Lance thought immediately it was another rare and expensive species, he could sell him at a high price. But he was there to get Ash back. He looked down at the micro snow leopard who was screaming and struggling helplessly between his fingers. "Hu, don't be affraidafraid please. I'm here to see Ash. Did you see him ? He is a pardinensis cheetah, with grey fur and spots, like you..." The micro feline kept screaming in his clutch. "Someone ! Help me, please !!!" He screamed with his eyes bulging out with fear.terror. "No, don't be affraid." Repeattedafraid." Repeated Lance calmly. "I won't hurt you. Have you seen a pardinensis cheetah around ? I'm looking for him." The leopard simply replied : "I don't know, please, let me go !" Lance breathed out and looked inside the hole he just made in the stump, all the other micros had fleedfled away. He reached his free hand and groped inside, his massive fingers knocking down several walls and rumaged insidrummaged inside empty room. He then stood up and looked at his smartphone. The signal indicated Ash was still around. Lance walked a bit toward what was looking like another hiding place, he took great care where he was stepping to avoid any accident. He exposed another of their hiddinghiding places and among the micros he spotted a tiny maned wolf running away. It was another very rare species that could be sold at a high price, like the snow leopard he was still holding in his hand. He looked at the grey feline. "Are you calm enough to talk now ?" He asked again at his tiny captive. "I just want Ash, I will releazerelease you." Ash was here indeed, if he began to flee and search for a hiding spot secure enough. He stopped and was observing Lance from some distance under the foliage of a fern. Lance was not looking to actively chase the otheother micro, and the cheetah was wondering if he was not holding this snow leopard only because he was somewahatsomewhat looking like him. He saw Lance heagingheaving a sight. "Listen to me, micros. I'm not here to hunt you, but to get back a grey furred cheetah, Ash. He and all of you are in danger there. You have been spotted by a group of micros collectors. I just want my micro get back with me to keep him safe. Ash, if you hear me, come back, I promise I wont punish you. Come on !" Ash hesitated, ans still from the undercover of the ferns he shouted at Lance : "Lance ! Release him and I come, and let them alone!" Lance didn't hear Ash at the first time the cheetah tried to get his attention, as the micro was not so close and his voice was not as strong than the one of a macro like Lance. But after two other attempts Lance finally heard him and turned his head in his direction. Ash could not help but covered under the ferns' leaves. "Ash ?" Said Lance. He took one step in the direction he heard the voice of his pet. "Ash, you can't stay here, it's dangerous for you now." Said the giant. "Free him !" Shouted Ash, still hidenhidden under the plants. "Hu, yes !" Said Lance while bending down his massive body to gently release he snow leopard at the level of the forest floor. The grey furred feline leaped out of the loosening clutch of the macro and ran away toward one of the closest hiding place. "Ash, come back now. You will be fine in my home. I don't want another macro get his hands on you." Ash didn't replied and ran toward a burrow. The jaguar heard the tiny cheetah was running through the macro plants and dead leaves and he hurried himself after him. He barely had enough time to catch a glance of a tiny grey furred form plunging into the hopeningopening of the burrow. The ground trembled as he dropped on his knees. He approached his humongous jaguar face from the tiny opening but even with his eyes of feline adapted to see in the dark, he could not see deep enough in the narrow hole. "No, Ash. Come on, come back with me, I will be a good master for you. If you stay here they will capture you, and I don't know what they will do."

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 micros 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 other micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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's entire body shook with fear and humiliation, but with no other choice, he decided it was in his best interest to at least try to appease Lance. Shakingly, he took a small piece of chicken and nibbled on it, never taking his eyes off Lance. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "Thank you for the food, Master." Lance grinned, knowing he had the little cheetah right where he wanted him. The days that followed were a blur of being at Lance's beck and call, never knowing when the jaguar might decide to swallow him whole or if he wanted to keep him as his pet. Ash was on edge at all times, each day getting harder and harder to bear. 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 hours and several 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, 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. 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 hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow in front of a large stump of a dead macro tree. "Ash ? Your escapade lasted long enough. It's time to return home." Said the brawny giant. He waited some seconds. On his smart phone he could see Ash was close, but the device was not precise enough to tell if he was really into this stump or some other place around. The jaguar knocked at the stump with his knuckles. He heard some hustle and bustle inside. "Come on Ash, you've played enough with your little friends." Rumbled the macro jaguar. He seized some patches of barks and tore them from the stump. It revealed a void space at the eyes of the giant. For him at his enormous size it looked like a tiny room. "Ash, I ask you to come." He said again. He reached into the hole in the stump and tore a wall of the exposed room. He saw there were several tiny floors inside. The rooms he exposed were empty but his ears perceived some faint sounds. He tore another floor and he saw several micros hurrying to pass through a narrow hall. Among them he saw a grey furred feline. He reached one massive hand down toward the group of micros. He felt their soft furred tiny bodies bumping on the wide tips of his enormous fingers as he picked the grey feline up. He squirmed and screamed between his huge fingers as the giant lifted him and brought him closer from his eyes. Lance was doubtful fro the moment he heard him scream, but when he had him in front of his eyes it was clear it was not Ash. Not even a cheetah, it was a male snow leopard. Lance thought immediately it was another rare and expensive species, he could sell him at a high price. But he was there to get Ash back. He looked down at the micro snow leopard who was screaming and struggling helplessly between his fingers. "Hu, don't be afraid please. I'm here to see Ash. Did you see him ? He is a pardinensis cheetah, with grey fur and spots, like you..." The micro feline kept screaming in his clutch. "Someone ! Help me, please !!!" He screamed with his eyes bulging out with terror. "No, don't be afraid." Repeated Lance calmly. "I won't hurt you. Have you seen a pardinensis cheetah around ? I'm looking for him." The leopard simply replied : "I don't know, please, let me go !" Lance breathed out and looked inside the hole he just made in the stump, all the other micros had fled away. He reached his free hand and groped inside, his massive fingers knocking down several walls and rummaged inside empty room. He then stood up and looked at his smartphone. The signal indicated Ash was still around. Lance walked a bit toward what was looking like another hiding place, he took great care where he was stepping to avoid any accident. He exposed another of their hiding places and among the micros he spotted a tiny maned wolf running away. It was another very rare species that could be sold at a high price, like the snow leopard he was still holding in his hand. He looked at the grey feline. "Are you calm enough to talk now ?" He asked again at his tiny captive. "I just want Ash, I will release you." Ash was here indeed, if he began to flee and search for a hiding spot secure enough. He stopped and was observing Lance from some distance under the foliage of a fern. Lance was not looking to actively chase the other micro, and the cheetah was wondering if he was not holding this snow leopard only because he was somewhat looking like him. He saw Lance heaving a sight. "Listen to me, micros. I'm not here to hunt you, but to get back a grey furred cheetah, Ash. He and all of you are in danger there. You have been spotted by a group of micros collectors. I just want my micro get back with me to keep him safe. Ash, if you hear me, come back, I promise I wont punish you. Come on !" Ash hesitated, ans still from the undercover of the ferns he shouted at Lance : "Lance ! Release him and I come, and let them alone!" Lance didn't hear Ash at the first time the cheetah tried to get his attention, as the micro was not so close and his voice was not as strong than the one of a macro like Lance. But after two other attempts Lance finally heard him and turned his head in his direction. Ash could not help but covered under the ferns' leaves. "Ash ?" Said Lance. He took one step in the direction he heard the voice of his pet. "Ash, you can't stay here, it's dangerous for you now." Said the giant. "Free him !" Shouted Ash, still hidden under the plants. "Hu, yes !" Said Lance while bending down his massive body to gently release he snow leopard at the level of the forest floor. The grey furred feline leaped out of the loosening clutch of the macro and ran away toward one of the closest hiding place. "Ash, come back now. You will be fine in my home. I don't want another macro get his hands on you." Ash didn't replied and ran toward a burrow. The jaguar heard the tiny cheetah was running through the macro plants and dead leaves and he hurried himself after him. He barely had enough time to catch a glance of a tiny grey furred form plunging into the opening of the burrow. The ground trembled as he dropped on his knees. He approached his humongous jaguar face from the tiny opening but even with his eyes of feline adapted to see in the dark, he could not see deep enough in the narrow hole. "No, Ash. Come on, come back with me, I will be a good master for you. If you stay here they will capture you, and I don't know what they will do."

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 t...

USER: But soon after Ash heard the resounding steps of Lance approaching, the giant jaguar noticed the escape of his tiny pet and was well decided to get him back. "Ash, stay where you are !" He roared. The humongous form of the anthropomorphic jaguar loomed close of the outdoor wall of his giant sized house as the micros cheetah barely had enough time to cover some dozen of feet of distance, which was ridiculously short compared to the colossal jaguar own steps. Ash tried to run back toward the wall, hoping to find a crack big enough to hide into. But there was not any one, the cheetah tried his best to hide behind a macro clump of grass close of the wall. But was already here and had started to search among the long blade of grass growing against the base of the wall. His massive fingers dislodged a large spider from here web between the grass and wall. "You see little one, it's dangerous for you here." Rumbled the jaguar. "Come on, move from your hideout !" Ash didn't dare to move and simply covered under the grass. He flattened on the ground when he saw the giant sized fingers of Lance passing above him. Thanks to his spotted fur the jaguar seemed to have missed to notice him. But when Lance looked back a second time he clearly spotted his tiny pet this time. "Ha, you was here tiny rascal !" He said with a low toned chuckle. He reached down and seized Ash between his fingers. He moved back to his home. Ash was frozen with fear, not daring to move. What the jaguar would do to pu...

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 t...

USER: 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 micro anthro cheetah. Lance followed the moving of his pet on his car sized smartphone as an app what giving him the position of Ash on a map. And some hours later the jaguar resounding steps come close of the hideout of Ash. "Ash ? I know you're here. Move out of your hiding place." The giant waited some seconds. "You know it's dangerous for you to be in the streets. Critters are big here, they will eat you. And there are other macros too, all of them won't try to catch you to keep you as a pet. So come with me. You will be safe in my home. I won't punish you very hard for this time."

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 micros 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 other micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. For several weeks, Ash lived a life of captivity under the giant jaguar Lance. Despite the fear and humiliation he felt daily, Ash never wavered from his intention to escape this life of servitude. Each day, he continued to assess the behaviors of his captor, noting when the jaguar left the house and when he returned, the nightly pattern of noises in the house that would allow him to move undetected. Lance treated Ash with a mixture of contempt and amusement, delighting in the power he held over the tiny cheetah. He would force Ash to perform tricks, clean up after him, and sometimes even subjected him to more demeaning tasks for his own entertainment. Lance repeatedly reminded Ash that he could easily end his life if he ever grew bored with him, but for now, he found the cheetah to be a fascinating toy. As the days turned into weeks, Ash became more and more desperate for a chance to escape. He knew that it wouldn't take much for Lance to grow tired of him, and he was determined to find his freedom before that moment came. Unbeknownst to the giant jaguar, Ash had managed to create a crude map of the house layout on a scrap of paper. He had also been secretly exercising, gradually building up the strength and agility he would need to make a daring escape. One day, when Lance was engrossed in a particularly loud show on television, Ash seized his chance. As the jaguar laughed uproariously at the antics on the screen, he quietly slid out of his cage and onto the floor, careful to avoid any creaking or telltale sounds. Using his memory of the house layout and the cacophony of the TV, he stealthily made his way towards the window that he had observed Lance often leaving open. Ash's heart pounded as he reached the window, with each passing second a potential for Lance to notice him. With one final act of defiance against his captor, he climbed up the curtain and leapt out into the open air, finally free. As he made his way through the grass that seemed like a jungle, he knew that he had a long journey ahead of him. But no matter where life would take him in this dangerous world, he had now proven to himself that he could face it with courage and determination. 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 micro anthro cheetah. Lance followed the moving of his pet on his car sized smartphone as an app what giving him the position of Ash on a map. And some hours later the jaguar resounding steps come close of the hideout of Ash. "Ash ? I know you're here. Move out of your hiding place." The giant waited some seconds. "You know it's dangerous for you to be in the streets. Critters are big here, they will eat you. And there are other macros too, all of them won't try to catch you to keep you as a pet. So come with me. You will be safe in my home. I won't punish you very hard for this time." Ash's heart sank as he heard Lance's intimidating voice. He knew that there was no denying the giant's presence, but he was determined to make a final attempt to escape. From his hiding place, he quickly formed a plan. Taking advantage of the giant's momentary distraction, he bolted from his hiding place, running as fast as his legs could carry him, away from Lance. The jaguar gave an annoyed grunt and pursued Ash, his massive strides closing the distance between them frighteningly quickly. In the midst of their chase, Ash recalled a large sewer drain he had discovered earlier during his exploration. Deftly, the micro cheetah made a sudden turn, darting into the drain and disappearing from Lance's sight. The giant jaguar cursed under his breath, realizing that he couldn't fit into the small space. He knelt down, attempting to reach into the drain with his massive paw, but Ash was too fast and had already scrambled further into the darkness. Lance growled lowly, frustrated at losing his prized pet. But he was also impressed by the cunning and determination of the small creature. He briefly considered calling off the chase and letting Ash make his own way in this harsh world, but the investment in the micro cheetah and his curiosity about whether Ash's resourcefulness could be put to better use got the better of him. The giant jaguar decided his next move - he'd take a different tactic. Anticipating the path of the sewers, Lance hurried towards another exit, where he would attempt to recapture Ash quietly and seemingly without effort. In a strange sense, the thrilling game of cat-and-mouse was starting to become intriguing and even somewhat enjoyable to Lance. Meanwhile, Ash continued his desperate escape underground, unknowingly heading for another trap. A macro centipede was hiding in the sewer. It was easily four time longer than Ash and the cheetah inadvertently knocked one of the long antenna of the macro invertebrate. The centipede become active and started to run after the cheetah. Ash, as a former wild micro before being captured by Damian, was used to cross the way of some macro critters, but the place where he and Damian lived was more in the north of the country in a cooler climate and insects were not as big even the macro ones. That centipede was looking like a monster for the cheetah and he ran with terror while the invertebrate was chasing him. Ash burst out of the sewer and didn't even noticed Lance waiting for him. The centipede hurtled out of the sewer pursuing his tiny prey. The giant jaguar understood immediately the dangerous position his pet ended up.

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 micros 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 other micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. For several weeks, Ash lived a life of captivity under the giant jaguar Lance. Despite the fear and humiliation he felt daily, Ash never wavered from his intention to escape this life of servitude. Each day, he continued to assess the behaviors of his captor, noting when the jaguar left the house and when he returned, the nightly pattern of noises in the house that would allow him to move undetected. Lance treated Ash with a mixture of contempt and amusement, delighting in the power he held over the tiny cheetah. He would force Ash to perform tricks, clean up after him, and sometimes even subjected him to more demeaning tasks for his own entertainment. Lance repeatedly reminded Ash that he could easily end his life if he ever grew bored with him, but for now, he found the cheetah to be a fascinating toy. As the days turned into weeks, Ash became more and more desperate for a chance to escape. He knew that it wouldn't take much for Lance to grow tired of him, and he was determined to find his freedom before that moment came. Unbeknownst to the giant jaguar, Ash had managed to create a crude map of the house layout on a scrap of paper. He had also been secretly exercising, gradually building up the strength and agility he would need to make a daring escape. One day, when Lance was engrossed in a particularly loud show on television, Ash seized his chance. As the jaguar laughed uproariously at the antics on the screen, he quietly slid out of his cage and onto the floor, careful to avoid any creaking or telltale sounds. Using his memory of the house layout and the cacophony of the TV, he stealthily made his way towards the window that he had observed Lance often leaving open. Ash's heart pounded as he reached the window, with each passing second a potential for Lance to notice him. With one final act of defiance against his captor, he climbed up the curtain and leapt out into the open air, finally free. As he made his way through the grass that seemed like a jungle, he knew that he had a long journey ahead of him. But no matter where life would take him in this dangerous world, he had now proven to himself that he could face it with courage and determination. 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 micro anthro cheetah. Lance followed the moving of his pet on his car sized smartphone as an app what giving him the position of Ash on a map. And some hours later the jaguar resounding steps come close of the hideout of Ash. "Ash ? I know you're here. Move out of your hiding place." The giant waited some seconds. "You know it's dangerous for you to be in the streets. Critters are big here, they will eat you. And there are other macros too, all of them won't try to catch you to keep you as a pet. So come with me. You will be safe in my home. I won't punish you very hard for this time." Ash's heart sank as he heard Lance's intimidating voice. He knew that there was no denying the giant's presence, but he was determined to make a final attempt to escape. From his hiding place, he quickly formed a plan. Taking advantage of the giant's momentary distraction, he bolted from his hiding place, running as fast as his legs could carry him, away from Lance. The jaguar gave an annoyed grunt and pursued Ash, his massive strides closing the distance between them frighteningly quickly. In the midst of their chase, Ash recalled a large sewer drain he had discovered earlier during his exploration. Deftly, the micro cheetah made a sudden turn, darting into the drain and disappearing from Lance's sight. The giant jaguar cursed under his breath, realizing that he couldn't fit into the small space. He knelt down, attempting to reach into the drain with his massive paw, but Ash was too fast and had already scrambled further into the darkness. Lance growled lowly, frustrated at losing his prized pet. But he was also impressed by the cunning and determination of the small creature. He briefly considered calling off the chase and letting Ash make his own way in this harsh world, but the investment in the micro cheetah and his curiosity about whether Ash's resourcefulness could be put to better use got the better of him. The giant jaguar decided his next move - he'd take a different tactic. Anticipating the path of the sewers, Lance hurried towards another exit, where he would attempt to recapture Ash quietly and seemingly without effort. In a strange sense, the thrilling game of cat-and-mouse was starting to become intriguing and even somewhat enjoyable to Lance. Meanwhile, Ash continued his desperate escape underground, unknowingly heading for another trap. A macro centipede was hiding in the sewer. It was easily four time longer than Ash and the cheetah inadvertently knocked one of the long antenna of the macro invertebrate. The centipede become active and started to run after the cheetah. Ash, as a former wild micro before being captured by Damian, was used to cross the way of some macro critters, but the place where he and Damian lived was more in the north of the country in a cooler climate and insects were not as big even the macro ones. That centipede was looking like a monster for the cheetah and he ran with terror while the invertebrate was chasing him. Ash burst out of the sewer and didn't even noticed Lance waiting for him. The centipede hurtled out of the sewer pursuing his tiny prey. The giant jaguar understood immediately the dangerous position his pet ended up. Without a second thought, Lance swung into action. With his powerful legs, he leaped forward and delivered a swift, crushing stomp to the centipede's head, splattering its insides and putting an end to its pursuit of Ash. The cheetah was temporarily stunned by the sudden intervention, looking up at his giant savior with wide eyes. For a moment, every feeling of domination and possession vanished from Lance's mind. Instead, he felt a strange sense of pride in Ash, as if his survival instincts and resourcefulness had truly impressed him. The cheetah huffed, catching his breath, then looked toward his giant captor with fear and confusion. Lance sighed, kneeling down to Ash's level. "Alright, little one," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I won't force you to be my pet, but you must understand how dangerous it is for you out there." Ash hesitated, the memory of the terrifying centipede chase still fresh in his mind. He knew that Lance was right - the world was full of danger for a micro like him. Despite the feelings of captivity and subordination, perhaps it was better to be under the protection of a giant like Lance than risking it in the harsh world on his own. The cheetah nodded slowly, a small-yet-defiant glimmer in his eyes. Ash would not easily submit to anyone, even a protective giant like Lance, but deep down, he knew that his life would be safer under the jaguar's care. Lance smiled, a hint of admiration crossing his features. "Good. Come on, then. Let's get you back to your cage, and later, we'll talk about how to make this work." From that moment, the dynamic between Lance and Ash began to change. The giant jaguar still held power over the small cheetah, but he now saw him as a being with a strong spirit and drive to survive. While they may never truly be equals, a newfound respect formed between them - turning a troubled relationship into a cautious alliance. The world remained dangerous and uncertain, but somehow, the bond between a macro and micro had found a way to bridge the divide. Back to his home, Lance washed Ash meticulously as his escapade made the micro ran through a sewer. And the giant checked the diminutive anthro feline body to see if he had been hurt. Then he put him back in his cage and took care to close the door of the enclosure. Later in that same day, Lance gently seized Ash in his massive hand and moved to his couch. He had another of these enormous dinner TV for macro carnivores and he offered some bits of meat to Ash. Ash was about to eat one of them when he noticed something different. Lance didn't switch the TV on yet. He put back the morsel on the rim of the gigantic tray and looked up at Lance. The giant anthropomorphic jaguar was looking down at him, his face was looking more serious than his usual jovial appearance. "Well, Ash. I said I won't punish you hard too much for your escape. But, you made me search for you for hours and you might have been killed by that bug by a narrow margin." He approached his humongous hand from the cheetah and stretched his forefinger out and gently petted the comparatively tiny body of the micro. "I know you're a former wild micro with some age and you are not used to be captive. I wanted a pet who had some life before, I was thinking it would be more interesting. But I'm wondering if I should not have bought a micro from farming and already tamed and domesticated." He moved his hand away. "Well, about that punishment, I wonder what you're thinking about what happened today ? And how I should punish you for your escapade ?"

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 the anthropomorphic 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 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 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 micros 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 other micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiding 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 commodities 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." 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. 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. The jaguar smirked as he examined the body of the comparatively diminutive cheetah. "Fine, you seem to have stood the travel quite well. I bought that cage for you, I hope you will find it large enough. From the description on the auction site you're a freshly caught wild micro. I assume you're not used to restrained space, but you have to get used to it." He chuckled and put Ash in the cage. He closed the door of the enclosure just after. "I can't wait to have some fun with you, but it's better to let you have some rest to chill out a bit." Then the jaguar moved on his couch to watch TV, time to time he cast a glance at the cage and his tiny occupant from his seat. Some time later he moved to his bedroom to sleep for the night. 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 the giant managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. "Don't make your difficult to get !" Said the jaguar 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, my favorite !" He said. "You can take some, it'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. For several weeks, Ash lived a life of captivity under the giant jaguar Lance. Despite the fear and humiliation he felt daily, Ash never wavered from his intention to escape this life of servitude. Each day, he continued to assess the behaviors of his captor, noting when the jaguar left the house and when he returned, the nightly pattern of noises in the house that would allow him to move undetected. Lance treated Ash with a mixture of contempt and amusement, delighting in the power he held over the tiny cheetah. He would force Ash to perform tricks, clean up after him, and sometimes even subjected him to more demeaning tasks for his own entertainment. Lance repeatedly reminded Ash that he could easily end his life if he ever grew bored with him, but for now, he found the cheetah to be a fascinating toy. As the days turned into weeks, Ash became more and more desperate for a chance to escape. He knew that it wouldn't take much for Lance to grow tired of him, and he was determined to find his freedom before that moment came. Unbeknownst to the giant jaguar, Ash had managed to create a crude map of the house layout on a scrap of paper. He had also been secretly exercising, gradually building up the strength and agility he would need to make a daring escape. One day, when Lance was engrossed in a particularly loud show on television, Ash seized his chance. As the jaguar laughed uproariously at the antics on the screen, he quietly slid out of his cage and onto the floor, careful to avoid any creaking or telltale sounds. Using his memory of the house layout and the cacophony of the TV, he stealthily made his way towards the window that he had observed Lance often leaving open. Ash's heart pounded as he reached the window, with each passing second a potential for Lance to notice him. With one final act of defiance against his captor, he climbed up the curtain and leapt out into the open air, finally free. As he made his way through the grass that seemed like a jungle, he knew that he had a long journey ahead of him. But no matter where life would take him in this dangerous world, he had now proven to himself that he could face it with courage and determination. 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 micro anthro cheetah. Lance followed the moving of his pet on his car sized smartphone as an app what giving him the position of Ash on a map. And some hours later the jaguar resounding steps come close of the hideout of Ash. "Ash ? I know you're here. Move out of your hiding place." The giant waited some seconds. "You know it's dangerous for you to be in the streets. Critters are big here, they will eat you. And there are other macros too, all of them won't try to catch you to keep you as a pet. So come with me. You will be safe in my home. I won't punish you very hard for this time." Ash's heart sank as he heard Lance's intimidating voice. He knew that there was no denying the giant's presence, but he was determined to make a final attempt to escape. From his hiding place, he quickly formed a plan. Taking advantage of the giant's momentary distraction, he bolted from his hiding place, running as fast as his legs could carry him, away from Lance. The jaguar gave an annoyed grunt and pursued Ash, his massive strides closing the distance between them frighteningly quickly. In the midst of their chase, Ash recalled a large sewer drain he had discovered earlier during his exploration. Deftly, the micro cheetah made a sudden turn, darting into the drain and disappearing from Lance's sight. The giant jaguar cursed under his breath, realizing that he couldn't fit into the small space. He knelt down, attempting to reach into the drain with his massive paw, but Ash was too fast and had already scrambled further into the darkness. Lance growled lowly, frustrated at losing his prized pet. But he was also impressed by the cunning and determination of the small creature. He briefly considered calling off the chase and letting Ash make his own way in this harsh world, but the investment in the micro cheetah and his curiosity about whether Ash's resourcefulness could be put to better use got the better of him. The giant jaguar decided his next move - he'd take a different tactic. Anticipating the path of the sewers, Lance hurried towards another exit, where he would attempt to recapture Ash quietly and seemingly without effort. In a strange sense, the thrilling game of cat-and-mouse was starting to become intriguing and even somewhat enjoyable to Lance. Meanwhile, Ash continued his desperate escape underground, unknowingly heading for another trap. A macro centipede was hiding in the sewer. It was easily four time longer than Ash and the cheetah inadvertently knocked one of the long antenna of the macro invertebrate. The centipede become active and started to run after the cheetah. Ash, as a former wild micro before being captured by Damian, was used to cross the way of some macro critters, but the place where he and Damian lived was more in the north of the country in a cooler climate and insects were not as big even the macro ones. That centipede was looking like a monster for the cheetah and he ran with terror while the invertebrate was chasing him. Ash burst out of the sewer and didn't even noticed Lance waiting for him. The centipede hurtled out of the sewer pursuing his tiny prey. The giant jaguar understood immediately the dangerous position his pet ended up. Without a second thought, Lance swung into action. With his powerful legs, he leaped forward and delivered a swift, crushing stomp to the centipede's head, splattering its insides and putting an end to its pursuit of Ash. The cheetah was temporarily stunned by the sudden intervention, looking up at his giant savior with wide eyes. For a moment, every feeling of domination and possession vanished from Lance's mind. Instead, he felt a strange sense of pride in Ash, as if his survival instincts and resourcefulness had truly impressed him. The cheetah huffed, catching his breath, then looked toward his giant captor with fear and confusion. Lance sighed, kneeling down to Ash's level. "Alright, little one," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I won't force you to be my pet, but you must understand how dangerous it is for you out there." Ash hesitated, the memory of the terrifying centipede chase still fresh in his mind. He knew that Lance was right - the world was full of danger for a micro like him. Despite the feelings of captivity and subordination, perhaps it was better to be under the protection of a giant like Lance than risking it in the harsh world on his own. The cheetah nodded slowly, a small-yet-defiant glimmer in his eyes. Ash would not easily submit to anyone, even a protective giant like Lance, but deep down, he knew that his life would be safer under the jaguar's care. Lance smiled, a hint of admiration crossing his features. "Good. Come on, then. Let's get you back to your cage, and later, we'll talk about how to make this work." From that moment, the dynamic between Lance and Ash began to change. The giant jaguar still held power over the small cheetah, but he now saw him as a being with a strong spirit and drive to survive. While they may never truly be equals, a newfound respect formed between them - turning a troubled relationship into a cautious alliance. The world remained dangerous and uncertain, but somehow, the bond between a macro and micro had found a way to bridge the divide. Back to his home, Lance washed Ash meticulously as his escapade made the micro ran through a sewer. And the giant checked the diminutive anthro feline body to see if he had been hurt. Then he put him back in his cage and took care to close the door of the enclosure. Later in that same day, Lance gently seized Ash in his massive hand and moved to his couch. He had another of these enormous dinner TV for macro carnivores and he offered some bits of meat to Ash. Ash was about to eat one of them when he noticed something different. Lance didn't switch the TV on yet. He put back the morsel on the rim of the gigantic tray and looked up at Lance. The giant anthropomorphic jaguar was looking down at him, his face was looking more serious than his usual jovial appearance. "Well, Ash. I said I won't punish you hard too much for your escape. But, you made me search for you for hours and you might have been killed by that bug by a narrow margin." He approached his humongous hand from the cheetah and stretched his forefinger out and gently petted the comparatively tiny body of the micro. "I know you're a former wild micro with some age and you are not used to be captive. I wanted a pet who had some life before, I was thinking it would be more interesting. But I'm wondering if I should not have bought a micro from farming and already tamed and domesticated." He moved his hand away. "Well, about that punishment, I wonder what you're thinking about what happened today ? And how I should punish you for your escapade ?"