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Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn’t always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro 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.”