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.

Marcus discovered the great suppleness of the micro cheetah's body.

A muscular male mouse thief broke into Viktor's place and stole Ash. It turned out macro rodents got a deep attraction for feline coming from the days before the rise of the macros when they were the terrified preys of the feline, now they sought the now way more diminutive felines as luxury items and playthings or had fetishes involving them.

Viktor was confortably reclined on his couch. He dropped Ash between his massive and beefy pecs and then he observed what the feline did as he flexed his enormous muscles around the grey furred cheetah. Description of Viktor.

As Viktor was lazily laying on his back on his couch with Ash stuck between his meaty pecs he absent-mindedely seized the cheetah between a pair of his enormous fingers and watched him with a pleased smile. "You know, I'm very happy to have you." He said with his deep voice. "You are probably one of the most valuable feline a mouse can possess, with tigers perhaps. Aww... Predators, big cats... You were the top predators and the masters before us, before the rise, and now you're my little jewelry, my precious cheetah." He continued while examining the muscular and handsome diminutive anthropomorphic cheetah from every angles." He then approached the feline front the tip of his massive mouse muzzle, his large nostrils twitched as he smelled deeply at the big cat's scent. He moaned, the scent of the big cat triggered some old instincts coming from ancient times when mouses were covering in fear when a feline was around. "I love this so much!" He started to lick the body of the micro cheetah. "Tell me, cheetah, you're not bigger than my pinkie finger but what would you do to me if you weren't so tiny. If you were big, way bigger ! And it would be me that would be as small than you, like in the ancient times ?" Waiting the reply of Ash, the mouse kept to lick the exposed body of his diminutive precious feline with lust.

Secretly, Viktor loved the reply of Ash, it was only making look more powerful and more arousing to play with. "And now, my fierce cheetah, tell me what would you do to the other rodents ? If you were the top predator of the ancient times and they were as tiny than your finger ? Would you eat them ? Or toy with them like you cats were used to do ?" His breathe turned more intense with exitation. He licked his exposed body and explored all the details of his chiseled musculature under the tip of his huge tongue. And this feline smell, how that thrill coming from the ancient time was intoxicating. He used his tongue to drag one of the arms of the cheetah in his mouth and delicately closed his huge rodent front teeth around taking great delicacy to not hurt his precious possession and started to suck at this diminutive limb. While waiting eagerly for the reply of Ash.

Ash noticed the shoulder of the free arm of Viktor was moving in a jerky way. Looking backward he saw the mammoth erection of the giant muscular mouse. If ever there were doubts, they were all gone now, the macro rodents was fantasying about tales when the felines hunted down his own rodent kind. He wanted to hear Ash saying he would hunt and kill mice. He felt the clamp of the huge incisors loosening and his slipped his arm out of the giant sized mouse's mouth, his limb slipped from between the macro mouse lips and was coated with a thick layer of saliva. Viktor chuckled as he saw the expression of the cheetah when he saw his arm and his kissed his head. "Don't worry, just tell me more. I love you !" Then his huge tongue rubbed on the belly of Ash pressing on his chiseled abs and its tip curled between his thighs brushing his sensitive crotch. The mouse chuckled again as the micro cheetah jostled between his fingers when his tongue stimulated this sensitive zone of the feline.

As Viktor continued his ministrations on his diminutive cheeth he could very well see the body of micro was going to betray him. One licking or two and the slim and muscular body twitched and arched between his enormous fingers at the same time his round mouse's ear caught a feeble moan. The macro mouse swallowed his saliva and chuckled. "Good kitty !" He then kept the arms of the cheetah spread open as he approached his huge muzzle to kiss his precious cheetah.