We don't hate being micros - Chapter 3
We don't hate being micros
Chapter 3
By Jevin
"Micros can talk?" The fox says with wide eys while the creature in his grip struggles a little more, "Please... Just please me go" the wolf squeaks, confused at the question, not trusting the fox at all.
Seeing the wolf's desperation, Terry loosens his grip around the wolf and lowers him down to settle in the area between the fox's crossed legs. The little wolf starts to scramble away but Terry grabs his tail and pulls backwards, causing the lupine to yelp,
"I'm not going to eat you, okay!?" Terry speaks loudly, slightly annoyed. The tug hurt but the wolf does stop trying to scramble away; choosing to rub his tailbase instead as soon as the fox lets go of the appendage. He stands there ears down and, after it feels less sore, tail tucked, staring upwards at the massive child.
Terry regards the wolf for a moment and then brings his finger down to rub over the lupine's head, "What's your name? I'm Terry." The wolf seems confused, wondering why a giant would even want to know -- "George" comes the lupine's voice, high-pitched to the gigantic fox whose smile spreads shines like the afternoon sun, "This is amazing!" He pushes the wolf over with a finger and holds him under it, "Heheh, bet you can't get up, George!" The fox grins predatorially down at the wolf, feeling a bit playful at the turn of events. He can't belive micros are able to communicate.
George yelps and grunts, pinned under the child's finger. He whines and curls up again, staring towards Terry from his curled position, sure that he'll be crushed soon. The body language doesn't sit well with Terry and he looks closely at George with a frown, "What's wrong, George?" Terry lightens the pressure just a little, hoping it comforts the wolf a little more effectively, which it does. Even so, the lupine stays silent, still shivering, ears still back, tail still tucked. Even at his age, Terry knows that look. The fox stares down at his own stomach for a moment, thinking of the other micros he consumed only moments before and the looking back to the micro,
"You're afraid of me" speaks Terry, still feeling a little annoyed that the wolf wouldn't respond as he wished him to. The short nod the wolf gives Terry is all the affirmation he needs. The wolf can still hear the screams of his fellow micros as they were murdered by the child. No amount of playfulness would get that out of his head. This child murdered them as if they were worth nothing.
"I didn't... I didn't know you could talk." Terry says, feeling bad. He reaches down to pick George up again. George starts to struggle but Terry holds him firmly enough to keep him still. "George.." He says gently, holding him more firmly, "I won't hurt you.."
George goes still for a moment, then finally speaks "Wh-why did you eat them?"
"Mom said that that is what micros are for. Dad caught you for me. You were... He said that you are treats for doing so well in school."
George cringes a little bit, nodding softly. He breathes again and tries to work up some courage. If he's going to die, he may as well speak his mind "We aren't treats, Terry. We're people just like you are." George looks down quickly, waiting to be crushed for even mentioning the notion. It never comes, however. Terry frowns a little, "That's not what my dad said. He said you guys are snacks and servants. I-I don't know why he'd say that a person is a snack, so you.. you musn't be a person." He squeezes the wolf a little more firmly, "Why should I believe you?"
"If we're not people then what are we?" George shouts desperately, starting to feel his courage slip, especially as the fox squeezes. "I'm afraid of you, Terry. You could hurt me-- You could kill me if you wanted to. W-what if I were as big to you as you are to me... Wouldn't... Wouldn't you be scared?"
Terry's frown shows the thought he's putting into this. He starts imagining himself and his parents in the hands of a giant. The image causes him to shudder and he looks down to George, considering the wolf again before his expression softens into a worried glance, "Yea, I would" He sighs, rubbing his stomach and suddenly feeling a bit sick. "I did a bad thing, didn't I?"
George nods quickly, "Yea you did! You could have..." He stops himself and lowering his head and holding back a few tears while he noses gently at the fox's finger, "I-it's...not your fault. The grown-ups... Like me. We make mistakes. Y-you're only doing what your parents told you to do" He tries to smile, despite his fear of the child. " But... Terry?"
"Yea?" Answers the fox, looking down to George will a bothered expression.
"I-I'll try not to be afraid of you if you try to see us as people. Is that a deal?" George keeps his smile. As nervous of a smile as it was, he felt he was getting through to the fox.
Terry smiles to that, "Okay! Micros are people, micros are people..." He repeats to himself for a moment before looking down at his passenger "So what do I do with you, then, George? Can I keep you as a pet?"
George blinks, "Err, well, no... I--" The door suddenly opens before Terry has a chance to put George away. A massive vixen stands over both the wolf and the child fox.
Veronica blinks, then frowns, "Terry, I thought you said you ate all of your food." She walks forward to grab at George but Terry pulls him in, "Mom! He..He can talk! He's a person..." Terry stares at his mother who freezes in place. Veronica stares back at Terry for a moment, and then looks at the petrified wolf micro cowering in Terry's grasp.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I heard one of them screaming and.. I got curious. He can talk, though, Mom! And you can't eat a person! If you do then..." Terry lowers his ears and stares up unsuredly at his mother. Veronica rubs gently at her son's head, smiling a little and shaking her muzzle "It's alright, Terry." She sighs and looks down at the wolf micro, "your father isn't going to like this, though" She holds her paw beneath her son's. Terry's grasp loosens and the wolf falls into Veronica's much larger paw.
George's shivers renew as he's dropped into the Vixen's paw. A sense of fear runs down his spine but the female's touch soothes him a little, "It's okay, little one. I'm not going to hurt you, but we need to talk." She smiles, "And I will talk to you after you've gotten dressed for bed, Terry. Go get ready while I talk with..."
"George" Terry pipes up, smiling.
"George" repeats Veronica, smiling back. "Go get ready" she speaks, walking into the dining room to place George down on the table. She chuckles after a moment, "You micros really are a lot of trouble."
George cringes at this, thinking he's doomed for certain now "I-... Please...I don't want to die. J-just let me go..."
Veronica's finger comes back to press over the wolf's back, the vixen attempting to calm him again, "I don't want to hurt you. I never thought poorly of you guys. Honestly, before I married my husband, I'd never seen one of you. He, however, hunts for micros. This is why you're going to be a real issue. If his dad finds out that you've taught him to believe that you're somehow equal... He'd throw a fit."
The anger that swells in George is only overcome by the fact that the vixen could easily flatten him out if she ever wanted to. It doesn't stop him from asking "Y-you served us to your son.. W-what doy ou mean you don't want to hurt me?" He winces, unsure of whether she'd take that the wrong way or not. "I'm not going to jeopardize my marriage for a few micros, little one. Robert is a good man, and a great father for his son to have."
Everything is silent for a moment and George's head stays hanged until he finally simply nods, it made sense. Why would a giant put her marriage on the line for something normally considered to be a pest? "I don't want to cause you trouble. If you just le-"
Veronica shakes her head, "No. I think this will be a good lesson for Terry to learn and there's no way you'd survive out here on your own. If you follow my instructions carefully, I think we can convince Robert to let Terry keep you as a pet."
George cringes, "I don't want to be a pet, though, miss. I need to find a cloake--" He catches himself and shakes his muzzle, "S-someone.. I need to find someone"
The vixen lowers her head a bit towards the wolf, "Free food, a warm place to sleep, time to get your thoughts together and plan your next move, and a chance to make your mark on the next generation. Take it or leave it. The alternative is probably much less favorable considering the way micros are normally treated."
The thought of having a warm place to sleep and good meals is certainly appealing to the wolf. After a while, he finally concedes, flicking his tail gently "Okay, I'll do it. You'll help me find what I'm looking for, though? You'd really do that for me?"
Veronic nods, "Yes, you have my word."
George smiles a little bit. "Thank you, er.. What's your name, ma'am?"
"Veronica"
George nods, "Veronica. Thank you. You.. Have to be the nicest giant I've met" He blushes again.
"Don't say that yet, you have to get past my husband if you want to survive this. Trust me, this will probably be one of the more degrading things you've done. Micros are two things to him: Food and servants. You're going to fulfil the latter role to show him that you'll be a good pet for Terry. If you can prove that you'll help enforce his point of view, then you'll likely get to stay. Otherwise... Well, lets just hope you make it." She pets over his head and picks him up, bringing him down to the floor. "I'm going to go put Terry to bed. You start preparing yourself to take orders." She frowns a little, "And I mean that. You'll be taking -orders- and you must comply, alright?"
George cringes but nods, "Y-yes, ma'am, I can do that..." He sighs and sits down, smiling a little to himself 'Maybe.. Maybe things will be alright. Cameron was right, there are nice giants out there. Veronica and Terry... Man I'm going to have a story for him when I get home again..' He can't help but smile a little, at least until he hears the door unlock... 'oh boy...'
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Veir sighs and walks into biology class to see Din. He waves a little, faking a weak smile so that the rabbit won't question his mood. He sees the rabbit wave back but Din seems pre-occupied, "Check this out, Veir!" He smiles, looking down at his feet.
Veir walks over and stares down to see a small husky with his face buried inbetween Din's large toes. Veir cringes but chuckles despite the discomfort, "Lo-looks like its been trained, huh?" He asks, listning to the chuckles coming from Din's muzzle, "Yea, he said he'd do it if I didn't hurt him." He splays his toes out, watching the small dog press his face further into his toe-crotch, tongue slurping against the sides of the rabbit's digits. The husky never looks up, not even as Veir approaches.
"He seems dedicated.." Veir speaks, feeling less bad after staring towards the Husky's tail, frowning as it wags so very quickly -- the damned dog enjoys it. He smiles, unable to stop himself from laughing at the idea of a micro with a foot fetish.
The laugh causes Din to blink but after a moment he thinks nothing of it, "Whatever, it feels good." He lifts his paw over the husky, letting it loom and overshadow the dog before he pins him down beneath his long, broad paw, grinding the little dog against the ground and chuckling as the husky continues slurping against his mainpad,"These little things are adorable! How could you ever hurt one? I kind of want one for a pet now." He chuckles, wriggling his toes and grabbing the dog inbetween two, "Who is a good boy? You are!" He giggles and the microhusky grins dopily up at the rabbit. "He looks like he's in heaven down there."
Somehow, hearing Din talk about how micros shouldn't be harmed made up, in a small way, for how crappy Veir's day had gone so far, "You never know. Maybe you'll find one someday" Veir smiles before looking up as the teacher calls for the attention of the class,
"Today we will be studying a fairly new topic: A strange technology that allows micros to grow. We will use our little test subjects here to exemplify this technology and discuss what it could mean."
The entire class turns as Veir blurts "......What!?"