Not many people believed the day would come, and for a good reason. The idea was ludicrous - a stuff of dreams at best, and insane ramblings at worst. And yet, despite everything, it came true nonetheless - Macro and Micro societies integrated with each other. Peacefully.

The tiny people stopped hiding. The huge people stopped ravaging their cities. The tinies stoppd firing at them. The huge ones offered to help. It went on and on - a cascading effect swept through the planet, bringing forth a new era of peace and prosperity. An era that as of now, has lasted for over 200 years. Sure, incidents happen - accidents of micros getting crushed underfoot or sat on, or occasional disappearances of a more sinister kind, but for the most part, animosities are a thing o the past. Despite what some desire.

Fenia is not one of those... or at least, she doesn't think she is. The issue with that is that her nature doesn't exactly care for what she thinks. Her dragon genes, her fiery heritage, her... impulses... They aren't fooled easily - she was born to dominate, and every inch of her body yearns for it, and far more than your average macro. Thankfully, instead of going on violent rampages like her not-so-distant ancestors, she - unwittingly or not - found a... healthier way to discharge and satisfy her cravings. Or at the very least safer.

Except not really. Her confused mind began coping with the painful lack of destruction by refocuing on other matters. Ones of sexual variety.

To say she is a dominatrix is an understatement - one all of her former partners can vouch for, no matter what species, or size they happened to be. Letting out her tension, her endless frustration on her brave - or more likely, foolish - partner usually leaves them crawling away, desperately reaching for the door within the first hour, before they get violently pulled back into the fun - and that's for the macro partners. She doesn't shy from micros, and often prefers them for the ease of domination.

Now some may question how 70 meters of dragon can properly dominate a micro. And to that, she could answer with many things. She could give so many long, excruciatingly descriptive, terrifyingly meticulous answers that anyone sane listening would consider migrating off-planet. And that's before she mentions micros who got lost inside her and never made it out...

Gods have mercy on anyone her hnds reach, for she won't have any.