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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From that day forward, Ash lived his life as a pet, always on the brink of being eaten alive. His days were filled with fear and humiliation, and he longed for the freedom he had once taken for granted. But now, there was no going back. He was a micro, owned by a macro, and there was nothing he could do about it.
As time went on, Ash tried to adjust to his new life as best as he could. He was occasionally forced to entertain his owner’s guests by performing tricks and dancing to their amusement. While he despised being treated like a plaything, he knew that as long as he cooperated, he could avoid a far worse fate.

Yet, inside the micro a burning determination grew, fueled by his memories of freedom. He began to plot his escape from captivity, studying his giant owner’s habits, and the layout of the colossal home he was forced to live in.

Then, one day, when the jaguar was away for a business trip, Ash saw his opportunity. He had stolen some supplies from his owner, tiny tools mounted on an old thread spool that he noticed the jaguar never seem to use. When he was sure that he wouldn’t be discovered, Ash opened up a small hole in one of the walls and carefully climbed inside.

The inner workings of the colossal home were like a maze, filled with pipes, wiring, and other utilities. Ash carefully navigated through it all, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved closer and closer to the outside world.

After several days and countless near encounters with other giant creatures, Ash finally saw the light of day. He had made it out of the prison that once held him, and the world, vast and dangerous as it was, was now open to him once more.

But things were different now. Ash no longer viewed his life as a free micro with the same arrogance he held before. He knew that it was not only cunning and intelligence that had given him the opportunity to escape, but also the understanding that he couldn’t do it alone. He needed the cooperation of other micros to survive in a world dominated by giants.

As Ash wandered, he started spreading the tale of his escape, inspiring hope in other enslaved micros. They formed secret networks from their enormous captors, communicating plans and strategies to live and thrive on their own terms.Over time, some micros managed to escape their giant captors and joined Ash on his quest for freedom and safety.

Together, they built a new community deep in the heart of a dense forest, away from the cities of the macros and their watchful eyes. They knew that their lives would never be without danger, but they also knew that together, they had a chance to survive and build a better future.

And so, with Ash as their leader, the micros began to work together to create a place where they could live free and safe, away from the giants who once saw them as mere property or food. In this new world, the micros learned that their power was in their unity, and with it, they could reclaim their lives and live on their own terms.

And though the world remained filled with immense danger, the micros knew that, as long as they stood together, they could overcome the odds and build a brighter future for themselves. It would be a difficult and uncertain journey, but it was a journey they had chosen to walk together, as free and united micros.
Unknown of Ash, Lance was well aware about his position, as by security the giant jaguar put a microchip and GPS device in the collar he put around the neck of his expensive cheetah. He simply let him moving out and watched him from distance, sometime he used binoculars to check of the well-being of his pet. But one day while checking several micros owners websites, he noticed one thread on a forum where several macros reported to have spotted a colony of interesting micros in the forest where Ash was dwelling. And they were beginning to organize a move to catch most of them, for their own collections, or to sell them.
The macro jaguar hesitated a moment. But the idea of an other macro catching and toying with his cheetah or even eating him alive was feeling unbearable for the giant. He decided to move to the forest. As being a feline like Ash, he chose to go in the night, most micros would be sleeping and the macros from the site would not make such an attempt by night.
The heavy steps of the gigantic jaguar were heard even by the micros who were asleep. But Lance used the app of his car sized smartphone to know where Ash was precisely hiding. He dropped on his knees in front of what was looking like the entry of a burrow and started to call the cheetah. “Ash. I know you are here. I let you live your live outdoor for some times, but now you have to come back. There are a band of macros who want to hunt you down. The place is not safe anymore for you or you tiny friends.” He waited some. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, he saw the position of Ash shifted some but he was still in the burrow. “You will be safe in my home. You know it.” He added. “And I don’t have the intention to punish you for having fled.” He waited some minutes. He was still seeing the cheetah was there, close, but he didn’t want to try to dislodge him by using force. “Come on, come back with me.” He added some minutes later, a hint of sadness was noticeable in the resounding voice of the macro.
Ash hesitated for a moment, torn between his newfound freedom and the safety of his former captor’s home. Even though he had managed to escape and build this community with other micros, the haunting thought of facing other macros hell-bent on capturing them terrified him. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to protect his friends from them.

With a heavy heart, Ash took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the burrow, his tail appearing first, followed by his head and body. He reluctantly looked up at Lance with a mix of fear and gratitude.

“Fine, I’ll go back with you,” Ash finally said. “But what about my friends? Will you protect them too? They have helped me build this place, and we deserve a chance to live our lives free from fear.”

Lance considered Ash’s words for a moment. He knew that the micro cheetah had a point and that his new friends were just as vulnerable as he was.

“I’ll make you a deal, Ash,” Lance replied after contemplating his options. “I will help protect your friends and ensure their safety too. In exchange, you will come back with me and continue to entertain me and my guests. Do we have a deal?”

It wasn’t the perfect solution Ash had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. He nodded, accepting the jaguar’s offer with mixed emotions.

“Okay, Lance. We have a deal.”

From that day onwards, Ash returned to living with Lance, performing tricks and entertaining guests. But he knew that he had also secured the protection and safety of his friends in the process.

Lance, on the other hand, found a strange sense of satisfaction in helping protect the micros of Ash’s community. It gave him a unique position among the other macros, and he eventually started to see the micros as more than just playthings or food. They were living beings deserving respect.

And so, the relationship between Ash and Lance continued, an uneasy alliance born of necessity. Both found something in the other that they had not expected – a sense of understanding and, perhaps even, a newfound friendship. And though their lives were still filled with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, each learning to see the world through the other’s eyes.
Lance and Ash came back in the forest, Ash was on one of the enormous ad muscular shoulders of his master and Lance was holding a large cardboard box. He put it on the forest floor. And then he scooped th cheetah in one of his hands and gently put him on the ground too. Ash informed the micros they could come with him and the macro jaguar would bring them at his home to hide them from the group of macros for a moment. It was not an easy decision to make for these micros. An even Ash was not absolutely certain about trusting Lance on this point. The enormous anthropomorphic jaguar was standing some distance behind the box he just put down, but his looming form was towering above the forest floor and would certainly be judged intimidating for most of the micros. But Ash managed to convince a part of the micros to come with him, and they entered in the box, trembling and carrying some belongings with them. Lance tried to remain as stoical he could, not wanting to scare them off with a casual movement of his humongous body. He didn’t pronounced any words to avoid his thunderous voice resounds in the numerous diminutive ears present around. Then, after what seemed to be hours for the giant, Ash walked in front of him. "We can leave. There are some of them who don’t want to come, they simply can’t give you enough of trust. I gave them the maps we have printed in tin formats. They will try to find another refuge somewhere else. Lance nodded without making any abrupt gesture he gently scooped Ash and placed him on his shoulder. Then he carefully lifted the box and walked back. The giant jaguar had barely made some steps when he heard some feeble yelps behind him. He turned back slowly and saw a diminutive anthro weasel among the large dead leave of the forest floor, the micro was running toward him. “I changed my mind, I want to come with you !” Shouted the weasel as hard he could. Lance waited some seconds to let the weasel catch his breath before he squatted down and carefully lowered the box to try to avoid to shake its occupants too much. He opened it and let the still panting weasel enter into. He then brought them all at his home.
He put the box on the floor of his living room, not so far from the place he was used to put the cage of Ash. And, about this subject, when Ash asked where was the cage, Lance replied him he put it in his bedroom, as he was thinking it would be better to the micros to not see it. Ash had mixed feeling whe he went in Lace bedroom and see his cage again, he moved inside and looked at the tiny futon and other item equipping it. He had passed some nice moments and other he would like to forget. When he came back in the macro sized living room he saw Lance bringing water an food and placing it in a corner of the box. The micro were still scared of the proximity with the colossus but the accepted what he offered them. Then Lance moved to sit on his couch, he looked at the box absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to have only one micro as pet and bought Ash because he liked his appearance, the fact he was a rare species and older than him. He was not feeling to be able to keep so much micros with him. He was also aware of the value of this bunch of micros, and he noticed several ones were rare or sought after species and he could make a good amount of moneys if he decided to sell them. But after all that time he used to tame his cheetah, it would make him lost all the trust he managed to gain from him.
“You’re okay ? Master ?” Lance lowered his head and saw Ash, the diminutive cheetah had climbed on one of his muscular leg and was standing on one of his knees. The cheetah was looking up at him. “You’re looking worried.” Lance smiled and reached one of his enormous paw like hand down to pet his cheetah gently. “That’s okay. I just wonder about what to do. Where can we bring them ? There are no place totally free from us the macros. And do you think they could survive outdoor, with the winter, or the critters that grown up during the rise of the macros ?” He gently scooped the cheetah in his huge hand and caressed him with affection. “You know, when you escaped, I was worrying you could be eaten by something of stepped on, or captured. I thought about letting you in the wild and forget about you and simply buy another micro, but also, at several times I wanted to come and catch you without asking your opinion.”
Ash looked into Lance’s eyes, hearing the concern in his voice. He knew that the giant had always cared for him, but hearing the jaguar express his worries brought a new level of understanding between them.

“Master, I know it’s difficult to find a place where we can feel completely safe from macros and other dangers,” Ash admitted. “The world has changed, and we have to adapt. But the important thing is that we’re all trying to survive and look out for one another, even when the odds are against us.”

Lance nodded, continuing to gently stroke Ash in his palm. “Maybe we can’t find a perfect solution, but we can do our best to find a balance. You have shown me that micros are more than just playthings and pets to feast on. Perhaps we could find a way to educate other macros about the importance of your lives, even if it’s a small step at a time.”

Ash thought for a moment and then smiled, his tail flicking behind him with excitement. “If we work together, we could create a place where micros and macros coexist in harmony. Perhaps an animal reserve or sanctuary, where micros can live without fear and, at the same time, educate the visiting macros about our lives and our mutual dependence.”

Lance’s eyes lit up at the idea. “That’s actually a great idea, Ash! We could build an ecological project dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of micros. I’m sure there will be other macros who would be interested in supporting such an initiative.”

With that, Lance and Ash embarked on a new journey together. They reached out to other macros who were sympathetic towards the plight of micros and began planning for the creation of a sanctuary where both macros and micros could come to learn, understand, and appreciate each other’s existence. Over time, they began to see the positive impact it had on the relationship between macros and micros.

In this new world filled with danger and uncertainty, Ash, Lance, and their community took the first steps towards bridging the gap between micros and macros. They started a small revolution where understanding and acceptance began to replace fear and prejudice. And though it would be a long and challenging road ahead, they pressed on, together, for the hope of a safer and better future for all.
Lance found a potential place, a valley in the middle of a vast range of sharp mountain. There was not direct road nor even path to go to it, the sharpness of the mountains and peaks made it very difficult to access for a macro, but if micros could probably find trails scaled to their comparatively diminutive sizes the sheer distance would make the travel very long and difficult for them too. Lance proposed the idea to bring the micros there with some equipment for them to build a colony. As a very muscular macro jaguar, he could try to bring them in a backpack and climb the mountains to reach that place. He estimated it would be a trek of about two weeks for him. And if some macros were seeing him, he would just pas for some crazy extreme mountaineer.
The micros were quite pleased at the idea, most of them feeling in jeopardy in the jaguar home, and were longing for independance from the giant big cat.
Lance had to carry a backpack as big than his own body and the sweaty and musky scent of the giant jaguar bathed the nostrils of the micros for these two weeks of hard and excruciating mountains climbing. But they managed to reach that valley. Lance found it small and insignificant, it was so narrow a macro would not be interested to build his house there, and it was really good, the micro could live here in peace for a long time. He helped them to install the equipment he brought with them. They could have enough to make drinkable water, product some electricity and even make some metal working. He also printed several useful books and encyclopedias in a small scale for them. When the colony was installed they got together for the last night before Lance would get back to his home.
The jaguar was feeling sad, but he was happy to have realized this. He found a way to get alone with Ash for some moments.
“That was the last day.” Said Lance. “It will be a definitive farewell. And I hope to be the last macro they ever see.” He looked down at Ash who was sitting on his meaty pecs as at the time where they both watched TV at Lance’s living room. The cheetah didn’t say anything, he looked at the gathering of micros who were celebrating the settling of their colony. Lance wanted so much petting the cheetah, or take him in his hands, but he couldn’t. “And you, Ash ?” He stopped a moment, hoping Ash would turn his head to look at him. “You have a foot in each worlds, their’s and mine’s.”
Ash didn’t react. He was aware about what Lance wanted. And the heart of the micro cheetah was as much torn than the one of the Jaguar at this moment. During a moment he even thought it was simpler when Lance was taking what he wanted without asking before.
“I want to keep you with me Ash. I don’t want to make the trip back alone !” Lance eventually said with a painful voice. Then, as Ash was still not reacting and didn’t say anything, Lance delicately scooped him in his hand and put him on the ground. He then stood up, his humongous form dominating the narrow valley. “I’m going to sleep. I need to be in good form tomorrow. If you don’t want to reply, it’s fine. I’ll let the side pocket of my backpack open. There is largely enough space for you to be comfortable inside if you decide to stay with me, you can take place inside without telling me, I wont cheek before being out of this valley. If you didn’t talk to me till tomorrow, I’ll just leave.” His steps resounded as he walked toward the side of the valley where he set his huge sleeping bag and slipped inside. He briefly looked back at Ash and saw the cheetah was sat down on a tiny boulder and was looking thoughtful. The jaguar didn’t get asleep before a long time, and before fading to sleep he noticed Ash had walked back toward the other micros. He had tears in his eyes, but he hoped the cheetah was just enjoying a night with the micros at their celebration and he will find him in his backpack tomorrow.