A giant 200 feet tall scientist from another planet had to study and examine a new specimen he recently acquired, an anthropomorphic cheetah with a slim and muscular body. Sitting on his workbench he looked down at the small glass jar. The immense and sturdy man rubbed the white beard on his broad squarish chin before reaching his huge meaty hand. His deep voice resounded like thunder and made the wall of the jar vibrating around his tiny prisoner who walked backward till his back knocked at the back of the inside of the jar.
The cheetah let out a scream that was sounding weak at the ear of the colossal scientist. He ignored it, only interested to study this new specimen. A future holotype he thought. His humongous fingers seized the tiny jar and effortlessly lifted it and brought it closer of his eyes. The lips of his mouth curled in a smirk as he saw the anthro cheetah trembling and staying back against the opposite side of the gear as if he would stay as far he could from the looming giant.
On his side the cheetah was not understanding how he had been captured nor how he got there. For him the giant beefy and bearded man was looking huge, bigger than most of the building of his world. His bearded face was looming and his eyes were looking enormous and were clearly focused on him.
He yelped when the scientist turned the jar upside down he tried to cling at something but the wall glass were smooth too much and the cheetah slid along the curved wall and fell into the huge cupped palm of the other hand of the scientist that was waiting for him some feet under the opening of the jar.
The cheetah tried to stand on his feet but he was immediately pinned on the thick skin of the palm of the scientist under his massive curled thumb. He desperately tried to struggle and claw but the giant man strength was overwhelming and his skin thick too much for his claws and fangs.
The scientist chuckled at the sight of the tiny and helpless creature in his hand. He could easily crush him with just a small squeeze of his fingers, but he was not interested in harming him. He wanted to study him, to learn about his physiology, his behaviors and his capabilities. He gently lifted him up to his eyes level and examined him closely.

The cheetah was in shock. He had never seen anything like this before. This was not his world, not his reality. He felt powerless and helpless, at the mercy of this alien creature. He wished he could run away, but there was nowhere to go. He was trapped and he knew it.

The scientist, on the other hand, was intrigued by the cheetah’s anatomy. He examined his fur, his tail, his claws, his muscles, his teeth. He even opened his mouth and looked inside, examining his tongue, his gums, his teeth. He took notes, drew sketches, took measurements. He was fascinated by every detail of the cheetah’s body.

After a while, the scientist set the cheetah back down on the workbench, still trapped under his thumb. He continued his examination, testing the cheetah’s reflexes, his strength, his speed. He even fed him some small pieces of meat from his lunch, observing how he ate and how he digested.

The cheetah was exhausted and scared. He didn’t understand what was happening to him or why he was being treated like a specimen. He tried to get away, but he couldn’t. He was trapped and he knew it.

After several hours of examination, the scientist finally put the cheetah back in the jar and placed it on a shelf. He had learned a lot about this new creature and he was pleased with his findings. He would study the cheetah more in the future, but for now, he had other things to do.

The cheetah was relieved to be back in the jar, but he was still scared and confused. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him next or how he would ever escape from this giant, alien world. He curled up in a ball and tried to sleep, hoping that he would wake up in his own reality, where he belonged.
The booming steps of the scientist resounded as he came back. He smirked as he looked at the tiny jar in his shelf. The anthropomorphic cheetah clawed at the opposite side of the jar but his claws could not do any damage not even a scratch on the hard glass and the opening was way too high to by reached with a leap.
The scientist chuckled and seemed to say some words with his thundering voice but the cheetah couldn’t understand it, it was clearly some sort of alien language he could not understand and his own vocal cords could not pronounce.
Then the scientist took the tiny jar between his massive fingers and brought it on his workbench again. He seized the cheetah between his callous fingers again and placed the wiggling tiny creature back down on the workbench. And this time he immobilized him using what were looking like tiny rubber pincers to old each wrists and ankles of the cheetah. The pincers were soft enough to not damage the diminutive and delicate creature but strong enough to firmly hold his arms and legs spread wide open. The terrified cheetah watched as the scientist took a magnifying glass scaled to his immense size to examine the anthro cheetah with eyes filled with curiosity and amazement for the slim and muscular tiny body. He took what looked like a q-tip to poke and rub at the tiny body.
The cheetah was scared and helpless, unable to move or defend himself. He felt violated and exposed, as the scientist probed and poked at his body with the q-tip. He whimpered and yelped, but his cries fell on deaf ears. The scientist was too absorbed in his work to notice the cheetah’s distress.

After a while, the scientist put down the magnifying glass and the q-tip and leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. He seemed lost in thought, considering what he had learned from his examination of the cheetah.

The cheetah lay there, panting and trembling, still trapped in the rubber pincers. He wanted to escape, to run away from this giant scientist and his alien world, but he couldn’t. He was powerless and vulnerable, at the mercy of this colossal creature.

After a few minutes, the scientist leaned forward again and picked up the jar containing the cheetah. He opened the lid and gently placed the cheetah back inside, removing the rubber pincers. He closed the lid and carefully placed the jar back on the shelf.

The cheetah lay there, breathing heavily, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He was still scared and confused, but he was glad to be back in his jar, away from the probing eyes and fingers of the scientist.

As the scientist left the room, the cheetah curled up in a ball, trying to forget about what had just happened. He knew that he was not safe in this world, that he was at the mercy of these giant, alien beings. But he also knew that he was a fighter, and that he would not give up. He would find a way to escape, to return to his own reality, where he belonged.
Days passed, and the giant scientist did not come back to examine the cheetah. He was left alone in his jar, with only his thoughts for company. The cheetah spent his days pacing back and forth, trying to find a way out of his prison. But the jar was too secure, and there was no way he could escape on his own.

One day, the scientist returned, carrying a small device with him. He opened the lid of the jar and picked up the cheetah, holding him in his cupped hand. The cheetah tried to struggle, but his efforts were in vain. The scientist placed the device on his forehead and pressed a button. Suddenly, the cheetah felt a strange sensation coursing through his body.

At first, he felt dizzy and disoriented, but then the sensation passed, and he realized that he had been granted an incredible ability. He could now run faster than any creature he had ever encountered, with lightning-fast reflexes and incredible agility.

The scientist smiled at the cheetah, pleased with the results of his experiment. He placed the cheetah back in his jar and closed the lid, leaving him to contemplate his new abilities.

The cheetah spent the next few days testing out his newfound powers, running circles around the inside of his jar and leaping from wall to wall with ease. He felt invincible, unstoppable.

But soon, the cheetah realized that his abilities were useless as long as he remained trapped in the jar. He longed to be free, to run wild and explore this strange new world. He knew that he had to find a way out, to take control of his own destiny.

And so, the cheetah began to plan his escape, using his incredible speed and agility to outsmart the giant scientist and finally break free from his tiny prison.
After the scientist came back for a new examination. The cheetah made an escape attempt and ran on the surface of the top of the workbench. And when he thought to have succeeded the scientist pressed a button on a remote he was keeping in his pocket and the body of the anthropomorphic cheetah froze. He fell on his flank and could only hear with fear as the scientist moved to seize him between his enormous thumb and finger. He placed him back on the middle of his workbench and immobilized him with the help of his pincers. He worked on the diminutive body with great care using different devices and removed the abilities he has granted him. He then passed several long minutes to examine the cheetah under his magnifying glass.
The cheetah lay there, immobilized and powerless, as the scientist examined him once again. He felt violated and helpless, as his body was probed and poked by the giant’s fingers and instruments. He wanted to run, to escape from this torment, but he couldn’t. He was completely at the mercy of the scientist.

After a while, the scientist seemed satisfied with his examination. He released the cheetah from the pincers and placed him back in the jar. The cheetah lay there, panting and trembling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He felt weaker, slower, less agile than before. It was as if the scientist had taken away a part of him, leaving him with nothing but fear and despair.

Days passed, and the cheetah remained in his jar, alone and afraid. He had lost all hope of ever escaping, of ever returning to his own world. He had been transformed into a mere specimen, a plaything for the scientist to study and manipulate as he pleased.

But even in his darkest moments, the cheetah refused to give up. He knew that he was stronger than this, that he had a will to survive that was greater than any experiment. And so, he began to train his mind and body, to prepare himself for the day when he would finally break free and reclaim his life.

And one day, that day came. The scientist left the lab, leaving the jar containing the cheetah on the shelf. The cheetah waited patiently, watching as the giant’s footsteps faded away in the distance. And then, with all his might, he leaped out of the jar and landed on the workbench.

He felt the rush of air on his face as he ran with all his speed, using every ounce of his strength to escape from this world of giants. And as he ran, he knew that he would never give up, that he would never allow himself to be trapped again. For he was not just an anthro cheetah, he was a warrior, a survivor, a creature of indomitable spirit. And no one, not even the giant scientist, could ever take that away from him.
He ran out of the laboratory but as he was walking between blades of grass as big than trees an enormous boot slammed on the ground close of him. Another of these gigantic man, massive, burly, and hairy. The cheetah felt the ground trembling under the impact of this humongous booted foot on the ground. He looked up, his gaze following the length of a towering brawny leg and the belly and wide torso of the giant. He yelped when he finally saw the massive squarish and dark bearded face was bent down and his eyes focused on his way smaller form. He felt like an insect. He started to run but the shadow of the giant spread on the landscape in front of him and he rapidly felt the pressure of an humongous pair of fingers each sides of his slim and firm body. His legs flailed in the air as he was rapidly moved up in face of the eyes of the curious giant.
A thunderous and deep voiced chuckle boomed around as the giant scrutinized his magnificent chiseled body.
The cheetah struggled and squirmed, trying to break free from the giant’s grasp. But it was no use. The giant’s fingers were too strong, too massive, too overwhelming. The cheetah felt like a toy in the hands of this colossal creature, a mere speck of dust on his massive palm.

The giant chuckled, clearly amused by the cheetah’s struggles. He examined him closely, checking his every feature, his muscles, his fur, his teeth. He even poked and prodded at him, testing his reflexes and his agility.

The cheetah was terrified. He had never felt so powerless, so vulnerable, so insignificant. He wished he could escape, to run away from this giant world, but there was nowhere to go, no place to hide. He was completely at the mercy of this colossal creature.

After a while, the giant seemed satisfied with his examination. He placed the cheetah back on the ground and stood up, towering over him like a mountain. He looked down at the cheetah with a mix of amusement and curiosity, as if he was wondering what this tiny creature was capable of.

The cheetah lay there, panting and trembling, trying to catch his breath. He felt weak and drained, as if all his energy had been drained from him. He knew that he had to escape, to find a way out of this giant world, before it was too late. He had to keep fighting, to keep running, to keep surviving. For he was not just a specimen, he was a warrior, a hunter, a creature of fierce determination and indomitable spirit. And nothing, not even this giant, could ever break his will to survive.
The cheetah started to run but he heard and felt the earth shaking steps of the giant behind him. His dark shadow recovered him again and soon after he as again plucked up. The eyes of the giant glowed with amazement at the sight of this diminutive but splendid tiny anthropomorphic cheetah. His body was so slim and muscular so graceful compared to the way burlier form of the giants dwelling on this world. The giant approached an inquisitive forefinger and brushed the chest and abs of the cheetah. He was delighted by the feeling of the silky fur and his tiny but firm muscles, a rel living piece of jewelry finely chiseled. The giant had no idea where tis creature was coming from, but he wanted to keep him with him. He walked back to his home, looking at his tiny captive with wonderment.
The cheetah struggled and yelped as he was carried away by the giant, still trapped in his massive hand. He wished he could escape, to find a way out of this nightmare, but he knew that there was no hope for him now. He was at the mercy of this giant, and there was nothing he could do to escape his grasp.

For days, the giant kept the cheetah as his pet, marveling at his beauty and his grace. He fed him scraps of food, gave him toys to play with, and even petted him gently, as if he was a beloved pet.

But the cheetah was not a pet. He was a warrior, a hunter, a creature of the wild. And he refused to be tamed, to be domesticated, to be turned into a plaything for the giant’s amusement.

And so, one night, while the giant was sleeping, the cheetah made his escape. He waited until the giant was snoring loudly, and then he slipped from his grasp and leaped out of the window, landing on the ground below.

He ran as fast as he could, using all his speed and agility to outpace the giant’s pursuit. He knew that he had to keep running, to keep fighting, to keep surviving, no matter what the cost.

For he was not just an anthropomorphic cheetah. He was a warrior, a hero, a creature of indomitable spirit, who refused to be broken, to be weakened, to be enslaved by the forces of darkness. And with every breath he took, with every step he made, he proved that he was a champion, a fighter, and a survivor, who would never give up, who would never surrender, who would never stop until he had won his freedom and returned to his rightful place in the wild.
The cheetah stopped abruptly his run when he stumbled on a monstrous animal, it was looking like the horrible mix of a scorpion and a lizard and it was around four times his size. This animal walked toward him visibly interested in the cheetah too, but not to examine him with amazed eyes as the eight eyes of the creature were filled with hunger, it wanted to eat him. The cheetah took one of the giant sized blades of grass and used it to hit the monstrous animal. It did nothing and worse the creature cut the grass between his sharp pincers and moved closer of the cheetah. 
It cornered him and was going to kill him when suddenly the heel of an humongous boot slammed on the horrible creature and crushed it instantly. The trembling cheetah looked up to see it was the giant who came in the nick of time to save him. A mere second too late and the cheetah would have been torn apart and eaten.
The bearded giant looked down at the cheetah, disappointment was visible on his face. How could the magnificent tiny creature he treasured all these days could have decided to leave him ? He stood there in front of the diminutive anthro who was still lying on his tiny back, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he was still under the shock of what just happened. The ground trembled as he moved back his foot, leaving the horrible animal crushed carcass on the ground. The cheetah looked at it. There must be lot of these things around he thought. They must be like the spiders and other creatures feeding on insects in his world, and despite his perfect big cat anthropomorphic body he was as vulnerable than an insect here.
The giant hesitated, should he pick this handsome tiny anthro cheetah with him and bring him home or should he let him there and leave ? 
But the thought of having him killed in an horrific way and eaten by a simple scorplizard was appalling too much.
His shadow spread around again as his immense and towering form squatted down, he reached his huge and meaty hairy hand to carefully seize the cheetah.