Teemo smiles as he watches the newly shrunken enemies down by his boots run, these ones having challenged him to a fight and lost. They talked such a big game, making fun of Teemo's small height. Now here they are, just fleas running from him. Teemo thought about just removing his boot and stomping on them, letting them join the others beneath his sweaty foot, but he decided to have some fun instead. Teemo got down on his hands and knees and brought his face close to the pair. They ran faster, in a pathetic attempt to get away from the god sized Yordle. "Where are you going my pets?" His voice booming down at them. Teemo opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and exhaled, bathing them in his warm breath, and sent the micros flying several feet (to them).

He giggled as they got up and kept running. Teemo removed a glove and used his finger to block their path, one of the micros ran into Teemo's finger pad and fell backards, the other ran around the massive finger. Teemo gently flicked the micro that fell, and he landed on the other one. Both got up, a bit dazed, far above them, Teemo was gathering up saliva in his mouth, swishing it around for a bit. Then, he stuck his tongue out and tilted it down, the pool of saliva on his tongue poured off and onto the micros below. They tried to run, but were overcome by the river of Teemo's spit. They struggled to swim in the thick fluid, and had a hard time breathing. They coughed and sputtered once surfacing, and swallowed several mouthfuls of the thick saliva, trying to breath. Teemo only watched, smiling, the sight causing his dick to throbb, these guys couldn't even handle his spit.

Teemo gathered more saliva, as much as he could from his mouth and he spat at them again. They didn't even have time to react as the massive foamy wad of spit hit them, completely encasing them. They struggled to move, but it was a bit thicker this time and they were running out if air. Teemo brought his face close to them, just watching them struggle. After 20 seconds or so he noticed their struggling slow down. Not wanting to lose these pets, Teemo dipped a finger into the lake of spit and collected the two specks on his fingertip. He watched them closely, coughing and hacking, then gasping for air. Once they caught their breath, they looked up from the soft skin they were sitting on. Both of them terrified, not moving. They accepted that there was no point in running, they were at Teemo's mercy. Teemo smiled, and licked his lips.

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Teemo's caught himself a new pair of pets to soon join the probably few hundred now that think of Teemo as their home.

Wonder what Teemo has in store for these guys >:)

This is part 1 of my macro march contribution :3