# Version One: A Natural-Born Micro’s Viewpoint

Being a micro with a thing for public sex means, sometimes, taking some risks in interesting places. The bedroom of a normal-sized fur was a good choice: You might get seen fucking a smaller partner and you might get a big show of your own to appreciate. Normally, though, the giants don’t decide to join in the fun; either you’ll have to run or you’ll get to finish.

Miller, however, was keen on asserting his dominance over smaller creatures. Instead of walking to the bed, he his partner to the closet door, where you’d been not-very-well hidden from them. While waiting out his stomps was a risk you often took, it was only when the shadows stopped moving that you looked up and saw his partner’s leaking pink cock up above. The submissive spewed precum like a faucet and, within just a few seconds, you and your partner were absolutely drenched in that slimy fluid. “Breed me, master!” the bottom cried out. You weren’t just going to get to watch the giants having sex, but you were going to be in the splash zone for when they got off.

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# Version Two: A Shrunken Person’s Viewpoint

You wanted to try out being a micro for a while. It was probably mostly safe, according to the instructions on the shrink ray Miller shot you with. Though you’d occasionally been on the floor beneath him for a scene, *actually* being an inch tall was another thing entirely. You were barely the size of his toes and, given how he threatened to treat micros, you knew it’d be a wild time.

The game was simple: Run. Run and hide. Unlike a born micro, you didn’t have the prior knowledge or experience to handle things. When you saw another micro couple fucking in Miller’s bedroom, you figured they knew something you didn’t about it being a hiding place. Perhaps on another day it would have been, but your bright blue body didn’t camouflage nearly as well as the lovemaking mice.

One of your other friends brought his phone to record the show. The footsteps made you all tremble in fear, which exaggerated the shockwaves of his deliberate stomps. The camera had to move higher and higher as Miller and his partner approached; the show nearly ended when a heavy glob of precum drenched the crowd beneath and you all were half-glued to the floor by the viscous liquid. You’d swear Miller smirked down at you as he started fucking his pink-cocked submissive and left you to get coated in a hot, sticky mess.