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.
Lance quickly realized the danger posed to his tiny prize and jumped into action. With an impressive display of strength and agility, he caught the large centipede just as it was about to sink its venomous pincers into the panicked cheetah. He crushed the giant invertebrate without hesitation, its many legs twitching one last time before going completely limp.

Ash, astounded and out of breath, gazed up at his giant captor who had now become his savior. A mixture of gratitude and apprehension filled him as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Lance looked down at the tiny cheetah, realization of the creature’s remarkable survival skills and their potential value were starting to become clear to him. With a sigh, he gently scooped Ash up into his massive palm. “It seems we both underestimated each other, little one,” he rumbled.

Feeling defeated, Ash surrendered as Lance carried him back to his home. However, within the giant’s grasp, a subtle change was happening between the two. There was now a newfound respect, and maybe even the beginning of a strange friendship.

In the days that followed, Lance no longer viewed Ash as solely a toy or possession. Instead, he saw something unique and valuable within the small creature, something that could be honed and developed.

Over time, Ash’s intelligence and agility would become assets for both him and Lance. They developed a partnership that neither would ever have thought possible. With their combined strengths, they navigated the dangerous world and, in the end, built a profitable venture and life together.

And for Ash, his pursuit of freedom and survival became something more than he ever imagined. He found an unexpected bond with the giant that once held him captive, learning that even in a world as cruel and treacherous as theirs, there was still some hope for friendship, trust, and maybe even love.
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 ?”
Ash hesitated for a moment, considering his response carefully. He knew that Lance held all the power in this situation, and that any defiance could be met with disastrous consequences. However, he couldn’t deny the fact that he was grateful for the giant’s intervention with the centipede.

“Master,” Ash began hesitantly, “I understand that I caused you concern and trouble with my escape attempt, and I understand the need for a punishment in this situation. I know that the world is dangerous for a micro like me, and you saved my life today. I appreciate that, and I will do my best to be a good pet and companion to you.”

Lance raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by the sincerity in Ash’s words. It seemed that their previous encounter had affected him more than he had thought.

“As for my punishment, I leave that decision in your capable hands, Master. However, I ask that you consider the fact that, despite everything, part of me still yearns for the wilds as it is where I spent most of my life. Maybe you can take that into account when deciding an appropriate punishment,” Ash finished, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lance looked down at Ash pensively, genuinely considering the cheetah’s words. After a few moments, he nodded slowly. “Very well, Ash. I appreciate your honesty and understanding of the situation. As for your punishment, I will think on it and find something that is both fair and takes into consideration your wild instincts.”

With that, Lance finally switched on the TV, and the remainder of the evening was spent with the giant and the tiny cheetah sharing a meal together. And although the weight of the impending punishment loomed over them, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie between the two that had been strengthened by the day’s events. In a way, their unique relationship was evolving, forming a new bond that neither Ash nor Lance could have anticipated.
The colossal jaguar barely looked at Ash when he left the next morning. The cheetah passed the day locked in his cage till the jaguar came back. The giant opened the door of the cage. “You can go out of your cage if you wish to stretch your legs, but remember : no escape and you come if I call you, Ash."
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. As a wild micro you should not be used to use a bed like that, but I think you need a more comfortable enclosure. Consider your cage as your own house.” 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 easily twice the length of the cheetah and probably weighing 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," he said with an amused smile, "I’m sure you would enjoy playing this way. But not right now, I have some chores to finish.” He put the pointer on a shelf several hundreds feet above the floor. “By the way, I have not forgotten about your punishment. So don’t do anything that would worsen your situation.” He added with a chuckle before he moved out of the room.
Ash couldn’t help but feel grateful for the kindness Lance had shown, despite his earlier transgressions. The items provided for his comfort and potential playing marked a significant change in the giant’s attitude towards him, and perhaps even a softening of his heart. The sense of camaraderie that had begun to develop in their relationship seemed further solidified by Lance’s actions.

Despite their newfound bond, Ash couldn’t ignore the lingering dread regarding the punishment he was still yet to face. He occupied himself within his enclosure, making a cozy nest for himself with the small futon, pillows, and blankets, and contemplated Lance’s motivations for the newfound generosity.

Over the following days, Ash found life with Lance to be tenuous yet intriguing. The giant remained somewhat distant, and the punishing cloud still hung over the tiny cheetah’s head like an impending storm. At the same time, Lance seemed to take more interest in Ash’s well-being, providing for his needs and even engaging in occasional play with the laser pointer.

Ash’s days were a mix of apprehension, uncertainty, and cautious optimism. He observed Lance carefully, always on guard for any signs of his ultimate punishment. Meanwhile, he began to adapt to and even enjoy the increasing kindness and attention from the giant jaguar, feeling a growing fondness for his captor. The two continued their precarious dance, forming a stronger bond with each passing day.

Finally, the day Ash had been dreading arrived. Lance entered the room with a solemn expression, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. “Ash,” he began, his voice carrying a seriousness that had not been present before. “It’s time for your punishment.”
The giant looked down at Ash. “To start with : Heel !” He waited. “You have to come to me each time I call you this way, without any discussion.” He waited watching down the hesitant grey furred cheetah. “Heel !” His deep voice rumbled again. Ash moved with hesitation but came toward Lance. The colossus bent down and reached for the cheetah. “Good. But next time, you’d better don’t make me wait.” Lance checked the collar of his pet and his app on his smart phone. “Perfect, it’s working. Well, how do you have to call me ?”
Ash looked back at the young giant and even though he was wondering why he acted this way he replied : “Master.”
“Fine,” replied Lance, “I expect you to only call me this way tonight. Remember it well !” The massive musclebound jaguar looked down at his cheetah he was holding in his hand. “I register for a competition. It will be a race of micro cheetahs. You’ll have to run for me. I expect you to behave properly and to obey every command I give you without question.”
“I’m not trained enough Master, I won’t win.” Replied Ash.
“I don’t expect you to have the same result a properly trained cheetah, but you have a chance to show me what you can do.” Lance saw his pet was looking stressed. “Don’t worry and relax. You’ll make me proud if you behave properly. If you do, consider your punishment lifted.”
“There will be other macros ?” Asked Ash.
“Yes, we will be several dozens, probably. But don’t panic, only me will handle you.”
“Please Master, find another punishment !” Pleaded the cheetah.
“Nope, it’s too late now. I registered, and you will go.” Replied Lance. The giant jaguar brought Ash in his bedroom and put him down on the top of his desk. He seized a small box in a drawer and opened it in front of the micro. “You’ll wear this.” He said while presenting race clothes at his pet. “Cheetah usually don’t wear shoes during the race and as you’re a wild one I thought it would be better to let you bare feet.” Lance saw Ash’s face crumpling. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright, I’m here with you.” He put the outfits in front of Ash. “Well, put them on. I will make you run after the laser pointer in my room as a quick training. We have to go in one hour.”