Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn’t always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros.

As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original sizewhereas the anthropomorphic predator mammals remained at their normal sizes. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro’s hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives.

By this point, micro predators’s live’s were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro’s other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren’t hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy.
Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn’t protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it’s eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well.

It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty.

Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common.

Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants.

As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro’s population increased substantially and so did the micro’s despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property.

Ash was an anthropomorphic pardinensis cheetah, a very rare species, so he was a micro. He was slim and muscular with a long and thin tail and a short grey fur with darker spots, his short sleek fur was letting see the chiseled details of his muscles. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn’t know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other comodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred.
From some months he was living in the house of a massive male anthro gazelle. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal herbivore. Ash was not understanding why the other micros didn’t lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn’t know was the fact the gazelle noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro traps. And despite his self impression, Ash was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro gazelle smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro lion.
The gazelle, who was named Damian, took great delight in finally capturing the intruder that had been stealing his supplies for months. He picked up the tiny box, examining Ash closely from every angle. The trapped micro lion tried to keep his cool, cursing himself for falling into the trap in the first place.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Damian said with a smug smile. “A tiny thief in my home.”

Ash attempted to bluff his way out of the situation. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just let me out and I’ll never bother you again.”

Damian laughed, shaking the box lightly to make Ash tumble about its confines. “Oh, you won’t be bothering me or anyone else again, tiny thief. But, I suppose I should thank you. Your arrival made me aware of the little business opportunity I’ve been missing out on.”

Ash, understanding that the gazelle knew about the trade of micros, felt his heart sank as he realized his fate. In his self-assured pride, he had never considered the possibility of becoming one of the many micros who were bought, sold or consumed by macros. Now, it seemed, justice had caught up to him.

Damian took great pleasure in every step of the process. He prepared to sell Ash to the highest bidder by examining the micro cheetah, determining his market value and taking pictures of him in all of his vulnerable positions. Finally, he created an online listing where interested macros could bid on their newest prey or pet.

The days that followed were filled with fear and anxiety for Ash. He was kept in confinement as the online auction continued, and he overheard the excited chatter of macros discussing on the forums, each of them eager to own him.

As the auction drew to a close, Damian couldn’t be happier with the winning bid. He packed Ash carefully into a shipping box, along with some food and water to keep him alive, and shipped him off to the winning bidder.
For Ash, the journey was terrifying. He couldn’t even begin to predict what fate awaited him at the other end. Would he be consumed by his new owner, or perhaps kept as a pet? Either way, he knew that his life as a free micro was over.

When the box was finally opened and Ash was brought out, he was met with the sight of a towering anthro jaguar. The jaguar grinned down at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

“Well, well, well,” the jaguar said with a chuckle. “Looks like I won myself a tasty little snack.”

Ash shuddered in fear as the jaguar lifted him up, examining him closely. He knew there was no escaping now.

From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The jaguar pressed Ash between his pair of balls to make the cheetah massage them.
Ash couldn’t believe how humiliating and degrading his life had become. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly started to rub the jaguar’s testicles, his hands barely big enough to cover a fraction of their size. He knew that if he didn’t do a good job, the jaguar might decide to eat him right then and there.

As he continued to massage the jaguar’s balls, he couldn’t help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation. He had once been a free and proud micro, living by his own rules and taking what he needed. Now, he was little more than a toy for a giant predator.

But as much as he hated his new life, Ash also knew he had to be careful. He had seen what happened to micros who tried to resist their owners or run away. They were quickly caught and punished, made into examples for all the other micros to see.

So for now, Ash continued to massage the jaguar’s balls, hoping that someday he might find a way to escape and regain his freedom. But he also knew that it might be too late by then, and that he could end up like the countless other micros who had been consumed or owned by macros.
Then, the massively muscled jaguar seized Ash and brought him at eyes level. “Thank you tiny cat. Let me return you the favor.” Said the jaguar with his deep voice. He then delicately used the tip of one of his enormous fingers to provide the same kind of massage.
Ash was taken aback by the jaguar’s sudden kindness. He had expected to be thrown back into his cage and forgotten about until the next time the jaguar wanted to play with him or eat him.

But as the jaguar continued to massage him with gentle strokes of his finger, Ash couldn’t help but feel a small spark of hope. Maybe not all macros were monsters. Maybe there was a chance for him to be treated with kindness and respect.

As the massage came to an end, the jaguar placed Ash back on the ground. “I have to go out now, little one,” he said. “But don’t worry. You’ll be safe here for now. And maybe we can do this again sometime.”

With that, the jaguar left, leaving Ash alone in his cage once again. But this time, he felt a glimmer of hope inside him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of his current situation.
The jaguar came back at the end of the day. He brought several grocery sacks and put them in his kitchen. “I thought about eating you first, but you’re so tiny you would not even fill one tenth of my belly.” He said with a chuckle. Some time later he come back with a dinner TV for carnivores adapted to his enormous size. He reached in the cage for the cheetah. Ash tried to avoid to be grabbed and managed to stay out of the reach of the humongous jaguar paw like hand as he was holding his dinner TV with his other hand at the same time, but he managed to seize the cheetah diminutive body eventually. “Don’t make your difficult to get !” He said with same chuckle. He then moved to his couch and sat heavily, the couch creaking under the thousands of tons of his weight. He then put the cheetah on the rim of the tray of his dinner TV. “Several kinds of meat. Beef, chicken, fish, and caiman, my favorite !” He said. “You can take some, it not your appetite that will make a difference.” He switched his TV on and searched for something interesting with his remote while taking some bit of food time to time.
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.

As the night wore on, Ash gradually relaxed a bit, realizing that the jaguar wasn’t going to hurt him for now. He even found himself enjoying the show silently playing on the screen.

Eventually, the jaguar switched off the TV and got up, stretching his massive arms and legs. “Well, little one, it’s time for me to go to bed,” he said. “You can sleep in your cage for tonight. But remember, if you try to escape or disobey me, there will be consequences.”

With that, the jaguar scooped Ash up and placed him back in his cage, locking the door and leaving the room. Ash lay down on the cold metal floor, still feeling a sense of disbelief at his current situation.

But as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this jaguar might turn out to be different from the others.
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, Ash. By the way, my name is Lance, but I’d like you to call me Master.” He chuckled again. “Or daddy if you fell like a good pet !” He was going to move in an other room when he stopped abruptly. He moved a small cardboard box from his pocket. He opened it, it contained a tinny ball, a futon scaled for a micro with some pillows and blankets. He put them in the cage. “For you, I guess you would like it.” His massive and muscular form towered above the cage again a he stood up and groped for another thing in his pocket. “I bought that too.” He said while showing a device looking like a metallic pen scaled to the immense size of the jaguar. He pressed a switch and a bright spot of green colored light appeared on the floor in the direction the jaguar pointed it. “A laser pointer, I’m sure you would enjoy playing this way. Bu not right now, I have some chores to finish.” He put the pointer on a shelf and moved out of the room.
Ash looked up at the jaguar, who had introduced himself as Master Lance. He still didn’t fully trust the giant feline, but he appreciated the small gestures of kindness that he had shown him.

As the jaguar left the room, Ash cautiously crept out of his cage, exploring the area around him. He wandered over to the small box that Lance had left for him and started to poke around inside. It was truly remarkable, the tiny ball felt like a plush toy to Ash but it was comfortable in the futon scaled for him. He snuggled up in the warmth of the blankets and pillows, feeling a sense of peace and safety that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Later he noticed the laser pointer and decided to play with it for a while, chasing the bright dot of light and forgetting about his situation for a few moments. He knew that all of this could be a trick, that one wrong move could lead to his end, but for now he just wanted to enjoy the small moments of joy that his life had become.

As the night wore on and Lance returned to the room, Ash retreated back into his cage. He wasn’t sure what the jaguar had in store for him next, but he knew that he would have to be vigilant and careful if he wanted to survive.
“Ash, heel !” Shouted Lance with an amused look on his massive jaguar face. The humongous macro waited a moment looking at his beefy calf.
Ash’s ears perked up at the sound of his new name. He quickly scurried out of his cage and made his way over to Lance, looking up at him with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Lance chuckled at Ash’s obedience. “Good little pet,” he muttered under his breath. He looked down at Ash, admiring how small and helpless he was compared to himself.

For a moment, the jaguar seemed to be lost in thought, staring off into the distance. Finally, he shook himself out of his reverie and turned back to Ash. “You know, little one,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about what to do with you.”

Ash’s heart started to race. He knew that this could be the moment when everything changed for him, for better or for worse.

Lance reached down and scooped Ash up, the tiny cheetah barely registering in the massive paw of the jaguar. For a moment, Ash thought that he was going to be eaten alive, but instead Lance turned and placed him gently on his shoulder.

“From now on, Ash,” Lance said. “You belong to me. You’ll live here with me, but you’ll have to follow my rules. No trying to escape, no disobedience, and no causing any trouble. If you do, well…there will be consequences.”

At first, Ash was unsure about his new life under Lance’s ownership. But as the days went by, he found himself growing more comfortable in his role as a pet. Lance treated him well, providing him with food, toys and comfort.

Of course, Ash never forgot that he was still at the mercy of the powerful jaguar. But he also knew that this might be the closest to freedom that he would ever get. He tried to adjust to his new life, finding moments of joy in playing with toys or napping on Lance’s shoulder.

For now, at least, Ash was content to be a part of Lance’s life, waiting to see what the future would bring.
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. He cupped his hand and caught the cheetah in his wide cupped palm as he lost his grip on the brawny shoulder. 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 looked at the different types of meat before him, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the massive portions. He hesitated for a moment before replying, “I’ve always been partial to turkey, Master Lance.”

The giant jaguar chuckled and tore off a chunk of turkey for Ash, placing it beside him on the dinner tray. “Here you go, little one. Enjoy your meal.”

Ash nibbled on the small piece of turkey, still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation, but grateful for the small kindnesses that Lance continued to show him.

As they continued to watch the shows on TV, Lance would occasionally glance down at Ash, checking on his well-being and satisfaction. It seemed that perhaps there was a softer side to the intimidating macro, and Ash wondered if there was a chance for a bond to form between them.

For now, he enjoyed the small moments of comfort in his new life, knowing that things could have been much worse. And as the days went by, he began to see his new master not just as a giant predator, but as a potential friend as well.
Lance loosed a resounding bone-rattling belch and laughed at how it made Ash startle.
“Oops, pardon me, little one,” Lance said playfully, seeing the startled look on Ash’s face.

Ash tried to hide his unease and offered a weak chuckle in response. “It’s okay, Master Lance. I’m just not used to… well, such big noises.”

Lance grinned and continued watching the TV, while Ash took another bite of turkey. The atmosphere between them was slowly growing more relaxed, and Ash started to hope that maybe, with time, he could also grow used to the macro’s size and power.

As the weeks went by, Lance began to teach Ash simple tricks and commands. He learned to “heel” by Lance’s massive foot and resisting to the urge to run away when his humongous and meaty big cat like paw descended on him to pick him up. To stay perched on one of the muscular and beefy shoulder of his muscle bound master, or hidden under his short in the crack between his humongous and massive pecs.