Destroika and the Giantess

By: JacksUniverseJSU

CHAPTER 1

A long time ago, in another time, another place. When dragons flew across the sky, giants roamed the land, monsters haunted the night and blade and sorcery were the natural order of the world. Destroika, a twenty-one-year-old female Orc and Treasure Hunter by trade, travels across this vast fantasy world in an endless search for great wealth and fame in an era of high adventure.

Destroika, the purple bikini-clad Orc Treasure hunter, rode atop her Wolf Mount, Urkgal down a road through grassy plains, heading for the nearest settlement. It was currently Midday, and the sky was clear with a few tuffs of cloud floating along the blue atmosphere, forming peculiar shapes. Wind rustled across the plains, making the blades of long green grass dance and create waves of silver flow across the landscape. The plains stretched for several miles across, with some forests and mountains visible along it's borders. Small streams no bigger than two feet could also be seen, flowing out across the terrain to parts unknown. Wildlife was very abundant out here. Birds and insects sung constantly, snakes hissed and slithered across rocks, herds of herbivores such as Deer, Elk, Gazelle and Antilope grazed and consumed the grass around them, mostly ignoring Destroika despite riding upon Urkgal.
 
All the while undertaking this journey, Destroika took in all the beauty and tranquillity of it all. It had been a while since the Orc had a peaceful and uneventful journey without hinderance from things such as bandits, predators or simple bad weather. A much needed relief after a hard days work searching for treasure. Of course, she did not find very much on this venture aside from a few priceless artifacts, coins and jewels, but it was just enough for her to get by for now. It had been quite frustrating for her lately as a treasure hunter, having to deal with competition from her rivals in the guild, following dead leads and finding loot already taken before she could acquire it. She sighed to herself just thinking about it. Though, this was always a problem for her and she had fallen on hard times before because of it. Sometimes it got so bad, she thought of leaving this life behind completely and heading back to her people’s nomadic lifestyle, living a boring life in a yurt as one of an Orc Chieftain’s many wives. Hopefully not she thought.

For now, she chose not to think about her current predicament. All she wanted was a little peace and relaxation, more so at an inn when she eventually gets into town. Since Urkgal was doing most of the riding for her, Destroika took a moment to sit back on her saddle and relax, lying up against her equipment tied at the back of her mount. She folded her arms behind her head and mane-like hair and stretched her belly and pelvis out while keeping her legs and feet inside the stir-ups. She then looked up at the sky and began watching the clouds soar slowly overhead, letting off a few short relaxed breathes at the same time.
 
"Did you know, Urkgal? That humans like to do this a lot? Relaxing and watching the clouds?" Destroika said to her mount aloud with him giving her a light bark in response. "I thought not." She replied. "Though I never really understood why they do it. Orcs like me usually view clouds as just a resource for rain or shade, not a wonder like they do. Unless it's just the beauty of the sky they find fascinating, I don't know what does!"
 
Destroika continued to relax and stare at the clouds for some time. While she was at it, she pulled out a churchwarden pipe from out of her bags behind her, with a mortar and some tobacco included. She briefly sat up again, grinding the tobacco inside the pipe with the mortar until it ignited. She then clenched the end, allowing the smoke to travel through to her mouth, constantly letting some out at the same time. Afterwards, she laid on her back again, smoking and staring out into the heavens.
 
"I'm SO glad I managed to haggle for some more tobacco with those Shirelings we ran into yesterday. I was desperately running out!" Destroika said to Urkgal again, releasing a puff of smoke out of her mouth. "The little buggers grow and smoke this stuff like it's the end of days! Probably those damn travelling Wizards got them hooked on it I bet!"
 
While she continued to smoke, she noticed one of the clouds above begin to form a peculiar shape, like it was forming into a penis of some kind. Destroika could feel herself getting wet at the sight of such an inappropriate shape, making her lightly caress her left boob as she kept smoking. It had been months since she had experienced intimacy in her life, having been so busy in much of that time. She had forgotten the sweet, kinky feeling of sleeping with a man (or a woman), having her clothes pulled off and being held to the bed while her lover ravaged her. It was such an experience Destroika had missed for so long. Of course, she had plenty of "intimacy" with herself in most of her private moments while out treasure hunting, but it had been so long since she had real, proper sex with a loving partner.
 
For now, the only thing that came close to it, was this penis-shaped cloud that made her feel desperate to be shagged. Since there was no one around but her noble steed, she could allow herself to slip into a horny stupor just to relieve the thought of intercourse from her mind. Hopefully she'd be able to seduce someone at the inn later, perhaps with a barmaid or the bard if she was lucky. Inhaling another whiff of the pipe, Destroika stopped fondling her left boob and moved it down to the front of her bikini bottom. She lightly rubbed her hand across the silky fabric, feeling the soft, warm, wet fabric press on her fingers. She blushed in response, as she increasingly stroked across it, making her crotch gape open.
 
"Ugh! I feel like such a slut doing this out here!" Destroika said mildly to herself, feeling her erolas harden in her bikini top. "But I can't help it. Looking at that cock-shaped cloud just makes me so horny!" The Orc woman’s breathing increased the more she rubbed across her bikini briefs. The heat of the sun beaming down on the fabric was also turning her on as well, causing her to sweat at the same time. She then placed her hand inside her bikini and started to fondle her green clit, fingering it in and out, making herself feel like she was being pumped into by a big, strong man. She bit the side of her top lip with one of her lower incisors at the mere-thought.
 
"Mhhhhmmm! Yeah! Oh! Oh! OHHH!" She exclaimed blushing, feeling the urge to cum at any moment. However, she had failed to realise that her mount had stopped in place, as he began to lightly growl with hostility. Not because of Destroika's masturbation, but because of something that he smelled up ahead. The horny Orc girl stopped what she was doing and sat up to see why Urkgal had stopped and what was upsetting him.
 
"You okay boy?" She said, laying frontwards on the giant wolfs back, holding one of his ears and staring into his right eye. He was paying no attention to her at all, instead he only continued to growl louder and louder. Destroika looked up to see what he was looking at. Unfortunately, she could see nothing, due to the rest of the road ahead leading past a high stone ridge in the plains. Was it a ghost? a wisp? perhaps a bandit using an invisibility potion. If it was the latter, the individual may have already tried to take advantage by now, even when she was pleasuring herself a moment ago. Nothing, just a load of nothing she thought to herself. She tried to calm her mount and urge him to continue, but something had really gotten him upset and she didn't know what. His head was only pointed toward the centre of the road ahead. Normally, if Urkgal smelt something threatening, he usually would deal with it no problem, due to being a predator. Only this time, something was preventing him from moving forward.
 
Destrioka put away her pipe, dismounted and stood on the road for a moment, checking her surroundings. Everything seemed to be normal, no sign of predators such as bears, wolves, lions or hyenas lurking in the grass. If they were, even her own sense of smell would detect them. Still, her mount growled at the road ahead, still acting as hostile as he was before. If there was something vicious obstructing the road up ahead, then she'd better check it out and see what's what, since her mount was just going to stand there, growling and not solving the threat by himself on her behalf. She browsed through her luggage, looking for her falkata sword sheathed inside it. Grabbing hold of the hilt, she pulled it out and held it in her hand, looking at the curved blade before holding it at her side.
 
"Alright boy." Destroika said to Urkgal, holding his head. "I'll go ahead and check out what's pissing you off." The Orc then bent her knees into a sneak, silently and slowly moving around the ridge to see what was obstructing the road ahead. She constantly looked down at her sandals to make sure she did not step on anything that could give her away, avoiding any loose stones and sticks in her way. She held her sword firmly in her hand, ready to attack should hostility arise. As she moved around, keeping herself close to the wall of the ridge, Destroika could hear some inhuman sounds occurring from the other side. It sounded like a bear growling, though she could not pick up the scent of one. Though she did begin to pick up a putrid stench that made her trickle her nose like crazy. It smelt like rotting, maggoty cheese. Perhaps a skunk? If it was, then that would explain why Urkgal was too reluctant to continue forward. Whatever it was, Destroika would bravely deal with it, she risked her life every day since the first time she held a blade at infancy, and nothing was going to change that.
 
Eventually sneaking to the other side of the ridge, Destroika dropped down on her knees behind a large patch of grass the instance she saw something. She lowered her weapon for a bit and used her free hand to peer out of the long grass. After pulling away the final blade of grass, Destroika spotted an individual, sitting down on a fallen log next to the road. It looked like a human woman, beautiful, masculine and mildly plump with long black hair and green eyes. She didn't look entirely human, judging from some of her facial features and her height, which was four times higher than average. Like Destroika, she too wore scantily clad clothing on her body, wearing what appeared to be bikini armour made from fragments of bone laced together with metal and leather strips. Resting next to her, on the other side of the log, appeared to be her weapon, a club, also made from the same materials as her armour.
 
"a-A GIANT?!" Destroika quietly exclaimed nervously, shivering to herself and producing a sudden wet fart. It was possible she may have mildly crapped herself out of fear of seeing such a large creature. She had every reason to be scared, as giants (most of the time) were highly solitary and easily quick to hostility if provoked. Mostly, the giants she encountered were in clans that lived outside of civilisation, mostly residing in the mountains or in canyons. Not this Giantess though it seemed. She was alone and far from her clan. Still, a single giant was still just as dangerous on their own. Destroika had heard many horror stories of travellers encountering some solo giants, with most of those individuals ending up being torn in half or thrown a hundred yards in the air from where they stood. Even if this was true or not, Destroika had a few rough encounters with individual giants to know that they were very dangerous if provoked. It also didn’t help the fact that her people at times often quarrelled with giants, often going to wars with them, with many of her kin losing their lives in such great battles against them.
 
At this time, the giantess was simply sitting down, seemingly relaxing like Destroika moments ago. She was holding her exposed stomach, rubbing her hand over her abs, possibly indicating she was currently digesting her last meal. Hopefully not the corpse of a traveller! Destroika thought worryingly.
 
One part of Destroika attempted to persuade her not to engage the giant. Just get back on Urkgal and go around her via cross-country. Though this would be seen as cowardice on her part, her honour would not have it. Her people, her father and eight brothers included, taught her to never hesitate no matter the size of the enemy. Her people were a warrior race after all; there was nothing they couldn't do!
 
Destroika redirected her attention to the Giantess once again, who the latter stood up, yawning and stretching her arms up, making her large breasts jiggle inside her bone-bikini on movement. She must be freaking twelve feet tall! Destroika thought to herself, reacting to the height of her would-be adversary. While the Giantess continued stretching, she unexpectedly let off a loud belch, so loud, it forced Destroika to cover her pointy ears, making her grit her teeth as well. Clearly, she wasn't very well-mannered for a Giant. Or for a woman for that matter.
 
Once the Giantess was finished, she then walked over to collect her bone club and rucksack on the other side of the log that she was sitting on. This gave Destroika a small chance to strike first. Usually, the best way she dealt with some giants was to silently sneak up on them and cut at their legs, forcing the rest of their body to the ground, allow her the ability to jump onto their back and slit their throat, instantly killing them. It was a tactic her kin had taught her from their experience dealing with giants during wartime. She only ever did it once, but she was kind of sloppy. Hopefully this time, she would do it perfectly.
 
The Orc lay her body in a prone position inside the grass, allowing herself and her green skin to camouflage and blend in with the environment. She quietly moved towards the unaware Giantess, who had completely turned her back and bent down, rummaging through her rucksack for a moment, checking her inventory. Destroika crawled as hard and fast as she could, again, trying not to create too much noise for the Giantess to detect her. Most unlikely, given that her target was busy humming an indistinguishable tune to herself while she was busy. Destroika was six feet within striking distance, her foe still too distracted to yet sense her approach. Destroika stopped, slowly emerging out of the grass commando style, standing up into a crouch, her falkata sword firmly in hand. Destroika was quite surprised when she noticed that the Giantess appeared to be much taller up close than she originally anticipated.
 
“Ooookayyyy... That is one big ass Giantess... LITERALLY!” She said to herself in thought, raising her sword above her head ready to strike. Unfortunately, the orc was too hesitant to make the killing blow, as she was currently distracted herself by the Giantesses big, plump butt.
 
Destroika slowly lowered her sword as she unwillingly became mesmerised by it, watching that huge, elephant-sized butt move side to side. As the giantess was wearing a thong bikini, it gave her pale fat ass cheeks room to jiggle frequently like a big plate of jelly, making Destroika ever more infatuated. She felt like she was a fly, being lured into a shining light. The more she stared at the distracted Giantess's booty, the hornier and more aroused she felt by it. Her half-opened mouth started to drool from the amount of sexiness that hit her face. Inside the back of her mind, she felt like sticking her head into it, let the Giantess smother all her curves, thong and large rectum over her. While the little Orc would bask in the damp, dank magnificence of that massive ass!    
 
Destroika had never seen such a spectacular butt in a woman, especially on a giantess before. She felt like she could stare at that giant peach all day for the rest of her life and never take her eyes off it. But, deep down, a part of her told her to resist it. Not to let this one aspect of the giants features detract her from her objective. She shook her head silently, fluttering her hair sideways, trying to filter out her lust and regain her composure. She could see she was running out of time to initiate the takedown, as the Giantess had just finished sorting out her rucksack, picking it up from the side of the log and then fastening and attaching it to side of her bone-bikini on her armour. Without hesitation, she nervously readied herself once again, raising her falkata up high in the air.
 
Easy Destroika. You can do this! She said calmly in thought, encouraging herself. All you gotta do is deliver a precise takedown and then--
 
Suddenly, Destroika could hear a grumbling, like it was that of a distant earthquake, yet very close by. She heard the Giantess in front of her moaning and holding onto her stomach. Destroika simply ignored the signs, as she quickly readied herself to strike at the Giantess. In the instant she was about to lunge, the Giantess bent herself downward, leaned inwards and held her stomach, unwillingly pointing her butt directly within Destroika's direction and then...
 
PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
 
She released a big, long fart from her backside, blasting fully into the Orc Woman’s face, groaning at the same time on release. The blast caused Destroika's hair to blow backwards like it was being hit by a strong gust of wind. Or a wind that smelt like a pile of rotten cheese. She closed her eyes and mouth, instinctively crunching her face in as the giantess continued farting. After ten seconds non-stop, the farting ceased into a few short poots, then into silence. All that was left in the vicinity was a brown, putrid-smelling mist, wafting around both Destroika and the Giantess. 
 
"Phew! Whoops!" The Giantess said to herself embarrassed, sniffing the air then waving her hand across her face, squinting. "UGH! Geez, that one really STUNK!"
 
Destroika behind her just stood their upright, eyes widened, frozen stiff in shock and astoundment. She almost couldn't believe what had happened to her. Her green cheeks continued blushing red, constantly turning more shades every second, a small trickle of blood slowly dripping out of her nose as well. Clearly, she felt more aroused than disgusted by the Giantess's big, unholy fart towards her face. The pressure building inside her head was too much, she felt like she was going to blow a gasket. The Giantess stopped clearing the air for a second and quickly turned her head and torso around after she heard the blustering little Orc behind her whimpering, still standing there. Petrified.
 
"Um...Sorry!" The Giantess said, blushing lightly with shame, holding her butt and hair and looking down at Destroika below her. " I... HOPE I didn't blast you in the face back there... I've uh... got a bit of an upset tummy you see. That Mammoth Cheese Meal I ate is giving me some REALLY bad gas today! Hehe!"
 
Destroika, in her frozen state, did not reply. The Giantess looked on at her with confusion, trying to figure out why the little Orc's face was flaring bright red. Was she angry at her or something? Clearly it was enough to show that the Giantess had accidently farted on her, much to her dismay.
 
Before the Giantess could turn around to face her proper, Destroika reached a boiling point inside her head and burst into a nosebleed, shooting out a medium-sized spray of blood out of her nostrils like a fountain. Afterwards, she meekly whimpered and collapsed on her back and fainted, causing the Giantess to gasp and react in shock. Destroika groaned lightly, as her eyes slowly shut and her mind faded into the void.


CHAPTER 2

Destroika awoke suddenly, lying on the ground, looking up into the blue, cloudy sky, gasping hectically for air. She felt like she had woken up from a bad dream, one that felt so real to her. She remembered most of the details, first sneaking, going in for the kill and then, getting blasted in the face by a Giantess with an eating disorder. Groaning, she held her head and face, feeling unwell and weak from her dramatic knockout from earlier. Easy enough to tell from the amount of bloodletting that she had unleashed from her nose.
 
While she was lying there, a familiar face peered over her vision, that being her mount Urkgal, who began licking her across her bloodstained nose. "u-Urkgal?" She muttered softly, as the giant wolf kept licking and nudging at her face.
 
"OH! Good! You're finally awake!" Said a loud voice not too far away.
 
"Oh no...!" Destroika said softly in terror, feeling the ground begin to shake beneath her, already knowing of the creature that fast approached her. Her short, pointy ears picked up the booming sounds of large feet and a big milky pair of jiggly boobs thundering towards her, but she couldn’t tell where the Giantess was approaching from, due to her current condition. She lifted her head up and she could see the Giantess already standing over her, seemingly upside down from Destroika's viewpoint. The large woman stood above with the crotch of her bone bikini armour hovering provocatively over Destroika. Her face was obscured in shadow as the noon sunlight beamed down from behind her long black hair. Destroika looked up anxiously, shaking and quivering. She was unsure of why the Giantess was standing there, looking down at her. Was she contemplating on how to kill her? Soon enough, the Giantess bent down and kindly extended her hand, revealing more of her pretty face to the Orc Woman below.
 
“Are you Okay?" The Giantess asked Destroika in a reassuring voice.
 
Destroika was hesitant to reply to her, freezing in place and slightly blushing to herself. But after a while she gave a response. "y-Yeah... I'm okay now. Ugh... Mostly." she said, holding her head.
 
"Well, that's reassuring." The Giantess replied jovially. "After that "episode" you had, I’d thought death had claimed you. And my butt would have been the cause of it! Eh-heh!"
 
The Giantess helped the Orc off the ground, holding her lightly by the arm with one of her large hands. Destroika slowly began to gain strength again, feeling life spread into her legs, arms and chest. Her head still pounded with pain, like she was suffering from a hangover. Other than that, she was relieved that she could still walk at all after what had happened earlier.
 
"You lost quite a lot of blood from that nosebleed. Are you sure you're strong enough to walk?" The Giantess asked concerningly.
 
"I'll be fine! I just... need a minute to... gather myself." Destroika replied, heaving and bending down, holding her knees. She took a few long moments to breathe, regathering some of her lost lifeforce. The Giantess stood there watching concerningly, holding her hippo hips. After some time, Destroika regained her composure and locked eyes with the Giantess.
 
"Damn. You ever heard of fire in the hole?" Destroika said to her agitatedly. "Your gigantic gassy rear could have been the death of me!"
 
"Says the She-Orc who tries to sneak up behind an UNARMED person on the road."
 
Destroika blushed and held her arm in shame. "Yeah... Um... Sorry about that. It's nothing personal... It's... just that uh... Urkgal here smelt something hostile on the road and I... thought you were a hostile giant or something."
 
"Oh. Just because I'm a Giant, that suddenly makes me a hostile?"
 
"No! I uh... you were the only thing there that was seemingly startling him and I thought..."
 
"Bias aside. I don't think that's why your mutt over there was acting so aggressively. He probably smelt the bones in my armour and thought I was one of those Reanimates. Y’know? Those Undead Skeletons?” The Giantess briefly paused for a moment as she let out a big soft fart behind her. “(FRRRT!) Oops! Or… perhaps it was just the smell of my gassy ass that put him off!” The Giantess said as she blushed to herself, holding her nose and placing her other hand over her buttcrack as she continued. “But luckily, I was able to reassure him I wasn’t a threat while you were taking a nap."
 
"So... that... armour? It isn't made of..."
 
"People? Is that what you think this is? No! No! I made this outfit out of some random bones I scavenged from the remains of dragons and crytips. Some of which I’d slain myself. It's quite an indestructible element too, especially in my line of work. Nothing savage or cannibalistic about it unlike how people usually associate Giants with. Wow, you Orc's must REALLY have had a rough history with my kind to think otherwise!"
 
"Well... yeah… but… not entirely... It's just since I... Uh... I don't know what to say…"
 
"Hey. You're not the first person to try and stab a Giant in the butt. And believe me, I got the scars on me to prove it!" The giantess said, displaying some of the cuts and old wounds she had on her big arse.
 
"So... you're not mad about what I tried to do?"
 
"Over one simple mistake? Not at all. Of course, I didn't appreciate your attempt on my life. But it's a Good thing I'm a powerful farter then eh? Hehe!. Eh, but obviously, I could tell you weren't a bandit trying to rob me like every other day. If you were, I would have just left you here for the wolves!"

"But why not do that? Why didn't you just kill me?"

"Well... uh...?" The Giantess blushed slightly. "I... it seemed immoral just to leave a pretty girl lying there-- " Destroika just stared at her blankly for a moment, feeling a dash of awkwardness in response to the Giantess's last sentence as the latter stopped suddenly. Seeing the conversation was going south, the Giantess changed the subject. Hopefully succeeding in striking up a civil conversation.
 
"Um... anyway. Moving on, I should introduce myself. The name's Myrra."
 
"Wait. Giants have names?" Destroika asked in surprise.
 
"Of course we do, silly! We live in a society! I take it Orcs don't have names for their kin either?" The Giantess named Myrra replied.
 
"Uh... yeah! W-We do! My name is Destroika Paralysia."
 
"That's your name? Sounds kinda weird. But who I am to judge your culture. Unlike you judging mine."
 
"Well, I wasn't. It's just, I often encounter some hostile giants out there during my travels. I'm a Treasure Hunter. Sometimes I get into scraps a lot."
 
"Well, whichever giants you pissed off certainly aren't anything like my kin. We get along with mostly everyone outside our borders."
 
"Really? Even with Humans?"
 
"At least the peaceful one’s next door that trade with us. They can't get enough of our Mammoth milk and cheeses; I can tell ya! Those Giants you encountered are likely those nomadic ones. They're much more wilder and savage than us static ones. Highly aggressive too, even against other Giants.”
 
"I... didn't know that. Clearly you know more than me."
 
"Anyway. So... you say you're a Treasure Hunter?"
 
"Yep. That's my primary occupation, ever since I left Dagonmarsh a few years ago. Wanted to go out and see the world, explore ruins, tombs, take as much as I can find or carry, get rich and never look back. Was just coming back from a hunt today. I'm heading to the village not too far from here."
 
"No way! That's where I'm heading too! I'm going there for some rest after a months worth of mercenary work. I've earnt it!"
 
"But... don't you kinda stand out? Being a Giant and all? No offense."
 
"Nah, people over there know me pretty well. I can pretty much squeeze into mostly every building. The only things I gotta watch out for is making sure I don't step on people’s feet! Or sit on them!" Myrra paused as she thought of an idea that immediately sprung into her head. "I know! Why don't we go together?"
 
"What? You and... me?" Destroika asked confused.
 
"Yeah! Since we're both going that way."
 
"I... tried to kill you, remember? I thought..."
 
"Like I said. I don't hold grudges over some stupid mistake. I just... think we can take some time to get to know each other a bit more, y'know? Just as a way of easing the tension between us. And to say sorry for farting in your face too." Myrra gave Destroika a joyful, yet embarrassing smile towards her. This was the very first time Destroika had ever had a civilised conversation with a Giant in her life, at least one that didn't try to pommel her into the ground. She still felt like a fool though, for attacking a benevolent Giant. She knew deep down she had made a mistake, attacking an innocent. But in her line of work, it was always hard for her to distinguish who's right from wrong. Also not forgetting her peoples bias against Giants did blind her from fully determining Myrra's character. In this cold, dark world she lived in, it wasn't easy to distinguish friend from foe.
 
Myrra's offer was slightly tempting, given their rocky start. But she and Destroika had at least come to a bit of an understanding. Destroika could not make sense of why the Giantess chose to spare her, what was her REAL reason for doing so other than just a random act of kindness. She seemed to be quite forgiving to her, unlike most who wouldn't take kindly to being snuck up on.
Regardless, Destroika was very conflicted over her decision. One side of her wanted to say yes, while the other side was telling her no. A range of emotions were going through the Orc, she couldn't tell if she was shy, bashful or angry at Myrra. All these things made it much more harder for the Orc to make a decision. But currently unknown to herself, they're was a fourth, unseen emotion she was beginning to feel towards the Giantess. Something rather Intimate. A lustful desire that began to burn at her iron heart. Was she suddenly... in love with this Giantess?

NO. Destroika thought to herself, her stubbornness quickly laying low this notion of love she felt for the Giantess. For how could she form a bond with such a large creature like her. How could an Orc and a Giantess mix with each other, even after they had met on such rough terms? Not only that, but also, as an Orc, to befriend Myrra would be seen as dishonour. Befriending an enemy that you started a conflict with was against her peoples morals, even more so it would be a sin to befriend an enemy who had defeated her, let alone show a romantic attraction for. It seemed her peoples strict code of honour had suddenly become her judge, not her pulsating heart. But Destroika chose to align with her honour as this was the way of things, the Orc way that she was raised to obey from birth. And so she decided to seal her emotions away, take a deep breathe and at last she gave the Giantess her long awaited answer.
"I'll pass." She said to Myrra calmly, turning around and heading towards Urkgal.
 
"Really? Um. Well...okay then. Was only asking." Myrra replied disappointedly, watching Destroika pick up her sword off the grass.
 
"Yeah. Maybe it's for the best." Destroika replied over her shoulder, sheathing her weapon. "It's nothing personal, you understand. It's just... I'd rather go there alone."
       
"Oh, I understand. You don't want a farting Giantess to show you up on the way into town." Myrra said slightly saddened.
 
"That's not the reason. It's just..."
 
"It's just what?"
 
Destroika looked over to Myrra one last time, looking at the Giantesses big, disappointed eyes. She couldn't think of something to say, to make an excuse to avoid telling her why she chooses to continue on alone. One side felt she didn't want to part from her, but the other side told her to do so. With no idea of how to respond, Destroika decided to leave well enough alone and be off.
 
"Forget about it." Destroika said, walking away and mounting Urkgal as quickly and as less conspicuously as possible. Myrra frowned slightly, but she too chose to ignore her feelings around the Orc and her departure. Even after what had happened between them, Myrra had hoped to have found someone new to call a friend, a romantic companion. Now that chance was gone and she willingly had to accept it. She sensed the Orc was conflicted, perhaps still finding it hard to forgive her or maybe that she still held a hint of bias towards her Giant ethnicity. Whatever the reason, Myrra decided it was best just to not press the Orc with anymore questions and let her be on her way.
 
"Oh, can I just make one last suggestion to you?" Destroika said to Myrra as she wondered on by atop of Urkgal, looking up at her. "Next time you wanna fart, just be careful where you point that booty. You... could possibly kill someone with it. Y'know?"
 
"Yeah, I will. And here's my suggestion for you: Never sneak up on a Giantess. Especially one with gas." Myrra replied with a light-hearted, but supple gesture, watching the Orc urge her wolf mount into a sprint as the pair made for the road nearby. Soon enough, both were out of Myrra's gaze. A moderately saddened Myrra turned away, sighing as she walked over to collect her club and things, ready to make her own journey into town.
 
Out on the road, Urkgal ran like the wind, carrying his mistress to her destination. Destroika lashed at Urkgals reigns, urging him to put in as much distance as possible between them and Myrra. As she rode, Destroika's heart felt heavy. While she was glad to get away from Myrra after having to undergo an embarrassing, humiliating, yet kinky experience from her, she felt slightly bad for rejecting any feelings she had for the attractive Giantess. It had been a while since she ever felt such a deep, intimate connection to another being in some time. Her kink for Myrra's farting arse was enough to show her desire for such a partner. Maybe one that could have lasted longer than some of the other relationships she had in the past. Her anger, her damaged honour however, clearly outweighed those romantic affections. Regardless, she had to uphold her peoples vows. Dishonour of any kind, even for the smallest things in life, usually resulted in an Orc's soul being cast out into the howling void, where the gods would eternally defecate upon her until the end of days. Not a pleasant experience she wished to witness in the afterlife. 
 
It was clearly obvious she was internally longing for love, judging for her need to pleasure herself at the sight of a penis-shaped cloud. If things were slightly different between her and Myrra and their size and species were the same, maybe it could have been possible. But perhaps like with all her previous lovers, men and women alike, this relationship probably wouldn't last. In one or a few instances, she even caught some of those lovers cheating on her, sleeping and turning tricks with other lovers behind her back. Despite this, Destroika always preferred to be a free woman. Loving for a brief time and working for the rest of the time she spent. In her endless goal of earning vast wealth and fame.
 
Her gloomy mood did not go unnoticed from Urkgal, who could sense that something was troubling his mistress. He whined, trying to cheer her up or show his concern for her. Destroika instead just patted his head, urging him to press on and take his attention off her gloomy mood.
 
"There, there, boy." She said to him, patting and rubbing the top of his head. "You just mind the road and I'll mind myself."
 
Both Destroika and her Wolf mount rode across the plains for another hour until they finally reached the borders of the town. It was a human town by the looks of the architecture and design. It was not very large, only about several blocks big from each side. Like the road, it too was also established directly in the centre of the plains, indicating this was likely a rural town judging by the number of livestock hanging around in and out of the settlement.
 
As she came to one of the entrances, a human guard stood up from inside their shelter, signalling the Orc and Urkgal to stop. They stopped, waiting for the guard to come to them. He then began prodding Destroika with a few questions.
 
"State your business, Orc." He asked her.
 
"I'm just a simple Treasure Hunter, looking to do some trading and spend a night at the inn." Destroika replied, remaining calm and collected.
 
"Aye. You don't say? We haven't had a Treasure Hunter in these parts for many years. First time I've seen an Orc one pass through here myself. What'cha carrying on that wolf?"
 
"Just my supplies and horde from the journey."
 
While the Guard took some time to inspect her goods, he suddenly caught the whiff of a foul-smelling odour. One that came directly from the Orc herself.
 
"Ugh! What is that revolting smell?!" The Guard exclaimed with disgust, covering his mouth and nose.
 
Destroika blushed, sensing that she still carried the smell of Giant arse on her after being enveloped in Myrra's stinky flatulence.
 
"Um... that's just the uh... my Wolf! Urkgal! I've been dying to get this large canine clean for weeks!" She said quickly with a lie, rubbing the back of her hair, trying to cover up her shame to the guard.
 
"If it is, he really needs a big wash! He smells as if a Giant farted on him!"
 
Destroika reacted in shock from the guards last sentence, knowing of the partial truth in his words. Quickly she remained calm and gave the guard a simple reply.
 
"Yeah. Hehehe. Exactly. Do you know where I can get a wash... I mean, where HE can get a good wash?"
"Our stables on the far side of town should help you out with that. We also have bath houses here too if you need 'em."
 
"Okay! Thanks. So, is everything good?"
 
"Aye. Everything checks out. Carry on."
 
Destroika nodded a thank you to the guard and went on ahead into the village. For the next several hours unto the evening, Destroika did her business. First, giving herself a wash in the bath house, washing as much of Myrra's odour off of herself as possible, then going to the stores to trade some of her treasure in exchange for coin and supplies. Then later, she booked herself a room at the Farting Dragon, a local inn where she chose to hang around for the evening for a meal and drink.
 
Destroika walked up to a wide counter at the end of the bar, where she waited for the owner of the Inn to come to her. While she waited, she took in the sights and sounds of The Inn's interior. The inside was large and reasonably crowded with a multitude of people from all walks of life. Mostly local farmers, mill workers and store clerks, along with other travellers like herself coming here for a rest before moving on. Most of them were humans, with only a few locals being of Elven and Dwarven descent. She appeared to be the only Orc present in this bar (or the entire town for that matter). But no one here seemed to care much at all, unlike some other human settlements she'd been to. There were also some non-humanoids in here as well, such as a few cats, sleeping or strutting about the structural supports of the inn or going around catching the mice that snuck in through the crowd. A single dog lay in a corner on the far side of the inn, sleeping on a mat, dreaming about chasing rabbits around the outskirts of town.
 
While Destroika idled, she started to think about Myrra the wondering Giantess and of their first meeting, a recurring, irritating thought that constantly plagued her mind. The thought of her kept on playing in her head since their parting. Though her dishonour from Myrra still lingered, this was not why she couldn't stop thinking about her. That desire, that attraction she felt around Myrra earlier still lingered.
 
“Ugh! Why the hell can’t I stop thinking about that damned Giantess!” Destroika said to herself in frustration, lightly slamming the counter with her fist. “That bitch dishonoured me! I should be hating her guts. 'Never fraternise with the enemy!' that's what my father taught me! I mean, that woman wasn’t even my type anyway. Too fat, plump and... and... OH! Why does she make me feel so... gooey inside?”

She tried to shake the thought of Myrra out of her head, aggressively shaking her head around in an attempt to flush it out. Unfortunately, this was something she could not so easily supress, no matter how hard she tried. Without anything to distract her from emitting her true feelings, Destroika could not help herself but continue to think about this pretty, plump, amazon of a woman.
 
“Gods! What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking about her?!” She said again, holding her head tightly as she repeatedly slammed her head on the hard wooden counter. All the time, she continued thinking about Myrra. This hot, voluptuous, busty Giantess that made her heart (and her purple loins) burn with passion. She could still remember the smell and taste of her heavenly, gassy ass inside and out, making her unwillingly lick her lips perversely without knowing it.
 
At this moment, her mind began to imagine a kinky scenario of Myrra, standing out in the plains wearing her highly revealing bone armour. Posing and showing off her figure in her view. Destroika smiled heavily to herself, leaning further onto the counter as she then began imagining Myrra sitting her giant glutes on a log with a sunflower in her long black locks, posing and smiling towards Destroika while the wind blew at her, making her hair flutter to the side. Destroika smirked and began holding her arm as she continued to daydream at the counter.
  
Another imaginative scenario began forming inside her horny mind. That of Myrra running towards her, with the former making the ground shudder on every large step, her large boobs inside the bone-sling top of her bikini armour constantly jiggling on movement. She imagined Myrra giggling with joy as she ran towards Destroika, before holding her tiny, Orc body in her large arms and then hoisting her up against her big-boobs, allowing her head to be smothered into them.
 
Destroika in the real-world squealed passionately, acting as giddy as a school girl all of a sudden. Within her daydream, the scenario in her head instantly changes to both her and Myrra resting outside on the grassy plains, with both women lying on a picnic cloth together in the nude. She imagined themselves sharing a delightful evening meal together while watching the crimson sunset out on the horizon, Destroika could see herself casually smoking on her churchwarden pipe while she sat up against Myrra's exposed abs as the latter lay side-on behind her. She then imagined her and Myrra talking and making comments towards each other about how one of them was hotter than the setting sun. It wasn’t long until the scene changed again, showing both Orc and Giantess lying down and making out on the picnic cloth. Destroika and her small body lay on top of Myrra as both women held each other while they passionately kissed on the lips continuously. The scene then changes once again, this time to a first-person view of the nude Myrra sitting up with her legs spread apart, exposing her big, hairy vagina before Destroika’s eyes. The Giantess moaned lustfully, shaking and waving her long hair around behind her, biting her lip sensually, awaiting her girlfriend to come and ravage her. Destroika then imagined herself slowly crawling over towards her large lover like a preying lion, holding the Giantess's legs perversely as she got herself within range of this pale juicy peach, ready to eat it from the outside i--
 
"Hey!" Said a rude, bossy voice from in front of her, disrupting her fantasy. Destroika sat up and quickly froze in place, blushing to herself as she looked up and saw the ugly face of the human innkeeper looking back at her with a grubby look. She was a red-haired woman with a mildly masculine-looking face and body, wearing a white tunic, grey pants and a blue apron over her chest and torso.
 
"What'cha want?" The innkeeper asked her in a harsh tone.
 
"Uh... um…” Destroika uttered, feeling a little embarrassed. “Can I have some Ale and meat?" Destroika replied smiling, regaining her cool.
 
"Alright. What kind of meat? Be more specific now."
 
"Uh..." Destroika puzzled. She didn't know what kind of meat she wanted to order. The only kind that seemed to pop into her head was that of Myrra's butt, which to her, felt like that was the only kind of meat she wanted to eat off the bone, though in a sensual manner. Destroika shook her head, trying to get her perverted thoughts of the Giantess out of her head.
 
"Well? Come on! What the feck kind of meat did'ja wanna order?" The impatient Innkeeper said angrily. Destroika did not wish to annoy the grumpy, foul-mouthed Innkeeper any further and since she couldn't think of any specific meat, she chose at random.
 
"Uh... Boar Meat?" she said, smiling lightly.
 
"We don't sell that here. We do have roast pig if that's what'cha fancy?"
 
"Okay... Roast Pig and Ale it is!”
 
The innkeeper took Destroika's coins and turned her ugly, frowning mug away from the Orc as she went to the kitchen to give one of her cooks the order. Destroika moved away from the counter to sit at one of the vacant tables nearby. She sat down and waited for one of the barmaids to come to her with her order. For the next five minutes, she continued to daydream about Myrra, who she was now imagining in another kinky scenario. One where she was standing in a lake, fully naked, with her massive butt halfway submerged in the water. Her massive height allowed her to stand beyond the shallows, making herself look like a pale, living island of succulent woman. She then imagined Myrra giggling and waving out to her until she accidently farted in the water, creating large streams of bubbles around her booty, the effect of her massive gassy arse causing tons of fish to surface above the water, meeting their deaths from the toxicity of her farts. Afterwards, she sees Myrra turning her torso around in embarrassment, looking at the carnage that her plumb gassy rear had rendered on the lakes inhabitants, making her hold her face at the same time. The thought gave Destroika some savoury to her appetite until one of the barmaids eventually arrived with her meal.
 
"One Ale and Roast Pig for you, Madame!" Said the sweet, cherry, teenage voice of a young, lavishing blonde human waitress as she placed the food before Destroika and wondered off elsewhere. Alright, enough thinking about that damn Giantess! Destroika said in thought. Lets eat! Destroika began picking at the roasted carcass of the pig, tearing off its ligaments and rendering and tearing the cooked meat off the bone.
 
The meat was sensational. It almost felt like she was eating like a king, or close to one. The sweet, cooked roast flowed down her throat like it was a bottomless pit, quickly filling her stomach from the amount of fat and preservatives inside it. Destroika had not eaten an advanced meal like this for weeks, only surviving on what supplies she bought from the store, as well as occasionally foraging and hunting when needed while out on her endeavours. She hoped the meal wouldn't cause her to gain too much weight and make her lose her agile and attractive physique. Though it was doubtful, since her kind were adapted to be able-bodied and strong at birth. But it didn't take long for the laziest Orc chieftain to grow slow and fat from just a single roasted boar.
 
After fifteen or twenty minutes, Destroika had finished her meal. She held her stomach, which was slightly bloated from the amount she ate. The Orc let out a loud burp, though nobody nearby seemed to take any notice of her unladylike habit. She sighed and sat back in her chair, as she took a few moments to digest, before sitting up again and having a drink of Ale out of the Pint. Destroika took in more of the sights inside the bar, watching and listening to the other attendees conversing with each other, even catching a glimpse of a drinking game between a blonde Elf and a Red-haired Dwarf at another table. The Bards endlessly played on their instruments, filling the inn and Destroika's ears with relaxing music. The thought of Myrra had long passed her mind; she could finally relax a bit without feeling any form of arousal towards her. Perhaps, if she was lucky enough, she could find an attendee or a barmaid to seduce into sleeping with her later on, in an effort to take her mind off of Myrra for good.
 
Meanwhile, thunderous shakes began to occur outside of the Inn, growing lounder in size and volume. Sensing the tremors, Destroika stared into her pint on the table, seeing ripples form on the surface like waves on the sea. But what was making such a commotion at this time of the evening? She thought it was thunder at first, due to the rain outside. But thunder usually never caused the ground to shake repeatedly like this. But if it was not thunder, then the only thing she knew that was large enough to cause such a commotion was...
 
"Oh No." She said lightly in shock. “No! Gods! Don’t let it be her!”
 
Just then, a large, familiar presence peered in through the door of the inn. Destroika slowly turned her head around to see it was none other than Myrra herself, who was all soaking wet to the skin from the downpouring rain outside. She watched the giantess bend her tall body downwards, ducking in through the doorway before entering the Inn. Though not all of her was inside, as her large, plump booty suddenly got stuck in-between the entryway as she stood upwards again, squishing her two buttcheeks in together like they were an accordion.

"OH!" Myrra exclaimed lightly, looking over her shoulder with embarrassment. She took a moment to try and free her buttocks out of the doorway, pressing her hands against the sides, pushing with all her might until she managed to free her plump cheeks. The Giantess looked on at the doorway, blushing and holding her liberated butt with mild relief. Lucky for her, nobody paid any attention to her predicament and so she continued on through the Inn without worry. Destroika gasped and quickly turned her head away from her, blushing lightly to herself, trying to hide her presence from the Giantess who simply stomped on passed towards the counter, taking no notice of her.
 
"Gods. Why is it of all places in this town she had to come here!" She said to herself in thought, lying her head and boobs on the table while trying to conceal herself.
 
At the counter, the bossy Innkeeper approached Myrra, looking up at her and instantly striking a friendly conversation with the Giantess. Destroika watched from a gap in between her middle and index fingers, catching some of the conversation between the two. It was not hard for her to figure out that Myrra and that bitchy innkeeper were good friends, judging from how nice she seemed to act towards the Giantess all of a sudden. Perhaps Myrra was her valued costumer?
 
"Hey Sammi. How're you doing?" Myrra said to the Innkeeper.
 
"Oh not too bad. I haven't seen ya pass through these parts for some time! How the feck ya been, luv?" Said Sammi.
 
"Oh, I'm doing swell! Mainly just doing the same old, same old, y'know? Some Mercenary work, Caravan guarding, Running errands. That sort of stuff."
 
"Aye. What about ya kin? You gone to see them yet?"
 
"No. Not yet. I will once I finish my next job. A farmer's hired me up north to deal with some bandits that're causing him trouble."
 
"So, I heard. These feckin' bandit raids are becoming a nuisance as of late! If the Lord of these lands doesn't intervene soon, we might start losing business here! I might even have to close this Inn!"
 
"Oh, I'm sure it'll get handled in time. But, for now, business is booming!"
 
"So, the usual, luv?"
 
"Yep. Seven courses of Cheddar and Butterbeer. You know how I like it Sammi!" Destroika watched as Myrra patiently awaited her order, with the Giantess causally leaning and resting her large body upon the counter, encompassing over a quarter of it's base with her arms and boobs. She hasn't seen me yet. So far so good! Destroika said in thought. She hoped it would stay that way, with neither Orc or Giantess having to make their presence known to each other. Despite her obvious crush on the Giantess, she still had her reservations about her. The last thing she needed was to get involved with Myrra again in any way, causing her another world of trouble than she could already stomach. At the counter, the Innkeeper, Sammi personally delivered Myrra her large meal, where she already consumed it all down whole in no less than a minute due to her massive size, letting off another deaf-inducing belch in satisfaction afterwards.

Well, uh... She certainly has quite the appetite! Thought Destroika, irking. She watched as the Giantess and the Innkeeper started to converse with each other again.
 
"You wanna hear something funny that happened to me today?" She heard Myrra say to Sammi, making Destroika jump in shock. OH NO! OH NO! PLEASE GODS, DON'T LET THAT BIG BOOTY BITCH TELL HER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!

"Do tell." Sammi said, cleaning out a tankard with a cloth as she listened.
 
"I had a little run in with an Orc Treasure Hunter today. While I was out on the road. She mistook me for one of them nomadic Giants, y'know the ones I'm referring to right? Anyway, she tried to stab me in the back without me knowing it and... well, let's just say I was full of gas when she made the attempt!"
 
Both Myrra and Sammi the Innkeeper began laughing between each over, finding amusement out of their conversation. Destroika's ears easily picked up on what it was they were laughing about, and she was not pleased to hear the reference. She groaned wearily, hoping the Giantess wouldn’t continue the conversation any further.
 
"I can't believe she was that stupid to try it! Your farting arse is a living weapon! Remember that time you knocked out half of Farmer Garands livestock?"
 
"Yeah. Indeed." Myrra replied bashfully. "Anyway. After I farted in her face, I caused her to faint with a large nosebleed! I didn't do it intentionally, of course. But after it happened, I was afraid I'd killed the poor dear! Luckily Orc's like her don't die so easily, but still, I thought I'd look after her for a bit, just to see if she was alright. Though, she didn't seem too grateful for my kindness. I could tell she was kinda mad at me. Knowing her, she probably still is. Typical Orcs. I mean, I'd be angry too, if I'd been farted on!"
 
Destroika blushed bright red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She never thought that even after suffering enough shame for today, she had to have the same Giantess that caused it telling others about her humiliation, even without knowing that Destroika was present. She felt like going over there, confronting Myrra and punching her lights out! But she chose to be civil, as her incident with the Giantess earlier had taught her already. Just so long as she didn't detect her existence in this bar, then she had nothing more to worry about.
 
"Angry or no, I'll admit. She was kind of a cutie." Myrra said, giving off a disappointing sigh while taking in a sip from her drink. "I wish the two of us could have tagged along together. Get to know each other some more."    
 
"You say it was an Orc you ran into?" Asked Sammi, placing her hands on the counter.
 
"Yeah, why?" Myrra replied, finishing her Butterbeer and placing it down.
 
"Was it that one over there? Whose tryna hide her face from ya?" Destroika’s face froze upon hearing the Innkeeper identifying her to Myrra.
 
"Oh! I didn't know she was in here!" Myrra exclaimed in reply. "Hey Destroika!"
 
Not wanting to look even more like a fool, Destroika lifted her head from behind her hand, giving Myrra a bashful wave. "Um... Hi! Myrra! I uh... small world huh? Eh-heh!" Destroika replied with a sheepish voice. 
 
"Wait! You say that's the little Fecker you pooted in the face?"
 
Suddenly, the bar fell into instant silence upon the Innkeepers last words. Everywhere Destroika looked, her fellow customers (even the bards who stopped playing) were all staring at her, all sharing a surprised look on their faces. This moment of silence went on for almost half a minute, until one of them began to lightly giggle to themselves, followed by a few others until literally everyone in the bar was laughing at Destroika. The Innkeeper also laughed with them as she began banging her fist on the counter uncontrollably next to Myrra, who just smiled bashfully, also feeling moderately embarrassed herself. Destroika on the other hand, just fell apart with sheer embarrassment, giving off an expression of shock. She had never felt so ashamed and embarrassed in her life, especially as a stranger to this very Inn. She had only just got here and already; Myrra's blabbermouth had made her a laughingstock. And since most of the people here were locals, it was likely her predicament will be known to the whole town by tomorrow morning.
 
"UGHHHH... This is SO EMBARASSING!" Destroika exclaimed in shame, violently slamming her face on the tabletop, with her hair covering over the rest of it from view. It took a whole two minutes for the whole bar to stop laughing, but by the time the laughter stopped, the damage had already been done. Destroika felt so hurt and ashamed that she could almost cry, but her peoples honour code prevented her from showing any sign of weakness. For now, she let these feelings pass through her, hopefully enough for her to regain control of her cool. Despite what had happened, she was not going to let Myrra or anyone else ruin her evening. Destroika was intent on making sure she had a good time here, no matter what.

CHAPTER 3

After sulking in shame for a while, Destroika wondered around the bar, looking for things to do. Half an hour had passed in the Inn. And the humiliation Destroika suffered had become an afterthought for most of the tenants. Though she still had some people pointing fingers and giving her a few giggles now and then, at least she was able to walk around freely and enjoy herself without too much hassle. The first thing she thought of doing was getting involved in a good old fashioned drinking game. Lucky for her, its host, a Dwarf, had spotted her walking by and began encouraging her to participate.
 
"Hey lady! Wanna see if ye can hold ya drink!" He said to her.
 
"Honey! I can drink anyone under the table!" Destroika replied pridefully. The Dwarven host grasped her by his small hand and lead her to a chair where his Elvish friend was already beginning to pour several pints of mead into tankards for the contest. So far, Destroika was the only participant. She had yet to see who she was going up against. It had not been her first time since she'd been in a drinking game, normally she did this every time she visited an Inn. She had wins and loses aplenty, even a few times where she couldn't hold her liquor and vomited. She hoped the latter wouldn't happen in this scenario. Her victory usually depends on which person of race she was up against. If it was with a human, usually an easy victory. A Dwarf? Challenging, but nothing she couldn't handle. An Elf, depending on sub-species, it was unpredictable. Another Orc? (If she wasn't the only one here) She'd have met her match for sure!
 
Unfortunately, it was neither of the above, as the host would select Myrra the Giantess as her opponent. "Of course it had to be her!" Destroika snorted silently with frustration, folding her arms. The tiny Dwarf lead the Giantess by her large index finger towards the table. As she was too large in size to sit on a chair, the Dwarf kindly moved it out of the way so Myrra could kneel on the floor.
 
"Oh! You're in this contest too huh?" Myrra said to Destroika in surprise. Unfortunately, the Orc female continued to ignore her, not making eye contact with her. Myrra could already sense the Orc’s hostility, knowing of how she had embarrassed her in front of the entire bar earlier. Despite that, Myrra attempted to break the tension between them as she began to interact with her.
 
"I uh... know you're still mad at me and all, but uh... I just wanna say… sorry about what happened back there before, with me telling the Innkeeper about... well y'know? I didn't even know you were..."
 
"Mad? Why would I be mad? It's all out now. What else can I do about it?" Destroika replied, briefly hiding her temper.     
                     
"Well, you're not the only one who felt embarrassed y'know? And I've been having it pretty bad too, ripping ass all day. You just..."
 
"Will you just shut up about it!” Destroika replied angrily, blushing.
 
“Please! I came here to forget about my problems, not talk about them! And yes, I forgive you. Happy?"
 
“You don’t sound like you have.”
 
“What do you want from me? A hug? A kiss? Stop trying to relate to me. We’re not friends.”
 
"Alright then. Y'know you've been quite... weird and distant from me since we parted ways. Is there another reason why you're acting like this?"
 
Just before Destroika could think of a reply, the host and his cohort started to lay the drinks out on the table between them. Destroika continued to give Myrra a cold angry stare, clasping a drink in hand. Myrra did the same afterwards, looking down at her bitter opponent. The Dwarf host stood between them on one side as he began laying down the ground rules.
 
"Alright ladies. I want a nice, clean game. Which means no cheating or foul play. Got it?"
 
"Got it." Destroika said firmly as she lifted her drink, looking up directly into Myrra, who the latter remained calm and collected. "One thing you should know about Orcs, Giant. Is that we speak better with actions, rather than words."
 
"I don't have to be big to see that, Orc." Myrra replied, lifting her drink off the table confidently.
 
“You'll rue the day you embarrassed me, soiling my honour!” Destroika said in her mind, without Myrra knowing. 
 
"Begin!" Said the Host. Upon his word, both women, Orc and Giantess started to drink between themselves. Both of them hastily chugging as much mead down their throats as hard and fast as possible. A crowd immediately gathered around them, constantly screaming "SKAL! SKAL! SKAL!" with some shouting and cheering for whichever one of the girls they supported. For a moment, it looked like the two were neck and neck, though it quickly changed when Myrra finished her first drink many seconds before Destroika could get past half way. This annoyed the Orc once she noticed. Of course, it was due to Myrra's size having an advantage over the little Orc, though Destroika's determination to one up Myrra and regain her lost honour pushed her on. On her second drink, she tried chugging it down faster, determined to catch up to Myrra, who was already close to finishing her third drink. It was unbelievable, at this rate, the Giantess could be well finished by the end.
 
Myrra had yet to show any sign of drunkenness from the amount of mead she consumed. It was likely another perk of her large size. Destroika was already tipsy by the time she was done with her fourth drink. By the time Myrra got to her eight drink and Destroika on her fifth, she started to feel the same way. Her large body began to sway at random as she was about to reach for her ninth drink. It took her longer to consume the next one, due to feeling the addled effects from the amount of alcohol she had consumed, Destroika had plenty of practice at combating it over the years she had done this. She could see the Giantess was new to this kind of sport. But yet, she couldn't understand why she chose to challenge her if she wasn't as experienced as Destroika was. Perhaps Myrra just wanted to get closer to her, since it was implied that the Giantess harboured the same feelings for her. It was a mystery that Destroika had no time or care about right now. Her honour was at stake.
 
She was beginning to catch up to the Giantess, who was getting as drunk as Destroika was, though she struggled constantly to get her tenth and final drink. This gave the Orc enough time to chug through her seventh and eighth drink. Despite the odds, Myrra was able to finish her last tankard of mead before Destroika, beating her eight out of ten. The crowd cheered for Myrra, who the latter drunkenly raised her arms up, smiling victoriously.
 
"And the winner, and our latest undefeated champion of the Skal, Myrra!" The Dwarven host cried amongst the cheering crowd.   
 
"NO! (HIC!)" Destroika exclaimed angrily, hiccupping afterwards.
 
"Well, what do you know? I guess a Giant can outdrink an Orc after-- BURRRRPPP!!" Myrra said, suddenly letting out a large, powerful burp from her mouth, directly into Destroika's face and torso, making her hair flutter backwards. The Orc scrunched her face, closing her eyes upon the blast. The giantesses short burp was powerful enough to make the Orc flip back on her chair. Destroika opened her eyes, taking in the bad breath from Myrra's mouth. It wasn't as awful as what came out of the Giantess's backside, but it was just as revolting. The Giantess blushed heavily, covering her mouth in shock at what happened. Destroika wasn't completely knocked out, much to Myrra's relief. She heard the little Orc moaning on the ground, slowly sitting up on the wooden floor. She rubbed her head, groaning, feeling as if she was hammered repeatedly and thrown into a raging storm. Her eyes spiraled around, dizzy and disorientated from the burp. Though that was not the reason why people in the bar were laughing at her again as she soon noticed.
 
"Um... Destroika... (Hic!) I think you're chest is um--" Myrra said to her, pointing a finger directly at the Orc’s chest.
 
"Huh?" Destroika replied as she slowly looked downwards. She saw that her left boob was exposed, with her bikini top pushed upwards above the erola. Boiling with embarrassment yet again, Destroika let out a short squeal, quickly readjusting her top to cover her green bosom. She held her boobs with her right arm, angrily sneering at Myrra while the guests continued to laugh.
 
"I uh... (hic!) did try to tell you! Hehe!" Myrra said giddily, trying to ease the tension between them. Though this didn't seem to help much, as she could tell from Destroika's expression that she only seemed to hate her more than ever. This was disheartening for Myrra, who had hoped to restart their relationship anew, but her bodily habits had once again ruined any chance of mending the tension between the two girls of the opposite species. She watched as the embarrassed Destroika got up in shame and scurried away, still holding her chest, heading for the door of a bedroom she rented earlier, desperate to escape the laughter. Myrra sighed as she got up off the ground and walked away, once again feeling the sting of disappointment.  
 
*****
 
Sometime later, once Destroika had gotten over her latest shame and was sober again, the Orc left her room and spent some time in the bar again. This time, she could be seen among other tenants dancing to the Bards and their music. The Orc kinkily showed off her moves on the dance floor, still slightly drunk from her drinking contest with Myrra earlier. For the Orc, dancing was the best form of medicine for her, at least enough to help her regain some lost joy. Destroika allowed her spirit to be captivated by the sweet, soothing tune that emitted from the bard’s harps, drums and flutes. All of them combining into an irresistible rhythm that gripped at her body.
 
She smiled as she raised her arms and twirled in the air, landing lightly on her feet without fault. She smiled to herself, feeling good on every move she performed. However, sudden vibrations caused Destroika to stop dancing as she saw Myrra the Giantess approach the dancing area. The Orc rolled her eyes in frustration, thinking that this giant had suddenly become a curse on her life.
 
“Giant.” Destroika uttered bitterly, giving the Giantess a sharp, angry glare, with Myrra doing the same.
 
“She-Orc.” Myrra replied, slapping her butt toward her in a taunt as she walked on by. The Giantess then ignored her and began to dance by herself on the dance floor several metres away.
 
By that time, a song finished in the background and the bards began to play a new tune on their instruments. This song encouraged many of the tenants around Destroika to start finding dance partners, with some pairing with different individuals, local and visitor alike. No matter their gender or race. For Destroika, she continued as normal, moving to the beat while ignoring Myrra's presence as much as she could. Deep down, she felt like asking her for a dance, just like everyone else around them was doing. But their recent division and conflict made it harder for her to forgive Myrra. All a fault from her Orc sense of Honour. While she danced, a handsome, shirtless Elf with long black hair approached her.
 
"May I have this dance? My lady?" he asked her in a posh, well-mannered voice.
 
Destroika took a liking to him and allowed the Elf to grab her by the hand and dance with her. The pair busted some moves together, dancing in a waltz alongside other couples like them. The Elf seemed very experienced in the art of dancing, just like most of his race. Never did he mess up his technique or step on Destroika's foot, unlike most times she danced the waltz with other partners. For a while the pair danced together. But soon enough the Elven Man's interest in Destroika started to decline once he noticed Myrra dancing nearby.
 
"Hey, uh. Hello? Aren't you supposed to grasp my... back." Destroika said worryingly, watching the two-timing Elf take her hands off her, selfishly rejecting her for the Giantess. He approached Myrra, who stopped dancing sensually and asked her the same way he asked Destroika before, except referring to Myrra as "My Tall lady".                           
 
 "Me? Well don't mind if I do, small fry!" She said, humbly accepting the dancers offer. As she was obviously taller, Myrra held the Elf against her body, sucking him into her stomach and crotch as the pair danced in her version of the waltz. Destroika grumbled angrily as she watched, her rage starting to boil over again, making her face glow red hot and causing steam to smoke from her forehead. Again, Myrra had ruined another opportunity for Destroika to have a good time without even trying.
 
“Damn that Giant Bitch!” Destroika said in her mind with frustration. Destroika stormed over towards Myrra and quickly, she snatched the elf off of her when the woman's guard had slipped.
 
"Come on handsome!" Destroika said holding his hands, looking up into the dancer’s face and giving him a loving gaze, making him cringe with lust. "We haven't finished that wonderful dance between us yet!"
 
Myrra grumbled angrily as she witnessed the Orc rudely steal her partner away from her for another dance. She had hoped to avoid getting into another conflict with Destroika, but it seemed that fate delighted in creating a rift between the two of them. At least, for the time being, taking back her lovely dancer from the Orc would be a piece of cake.
 
Myrra walked towards the couple, holding and moving her large hips in a luscious and conniving way. At the same time, Destroika and her Elven dance partner were currently knocking their hips against the other in their dance, matching their movements in rhythm with the music. As she got within range, Myrra stopped in place and deliberately gave Destroika a light hip-check with her massive butt and thighs, knocking the Orc down on her face. The Elf reacted in shock at the same time upon witnessing her fall.
 
"Hey!" Destroika exclaimed angrily as she looked up at Myrra from the floor.
 
"Oops! Sorry! I REALLY should be watching where I, what was it you said? Oh! "Point my ass"!" Myrra replied sarcastically, giggling and intimidatingly tapping on one of her exposed buttcheeks. Destroika blushed in response with lust and hate, watching the Giantess once again reclaim her dance partner. For almost half a minute, Myrra and the dancer were able to dance peacefully to the melody, without any interruptions. But as with before, her recent rival chose to upstage her and steal him away from the Giantess once more.
 
"Oh no! You DO NOT wanna dance with that fat ass, she'll crush you with it!" Destroika said holding the Elf, teasing him with one hand across his back while concurrently flipping Myrra off with the other under his arm, angering the Giantess. Another moment went by between Destroika and the dancer, until five seconds later, Myrra placed one of her large hands over Destroika's face and threw her to the side, freeing the dancer from her possession.
 
"Have you seen the size of her tits? They're sooooo tiny compared to these!" Myrra said to the Dancer, holding her breasts and shaking them into a jiggle before him. The sounds they made upon her deliberate movements were like two full big barrels of milk swishing around inside. The Dancer smiled sensually, feeling himself getting really hard in the crotch from the Giantess’ sexy tease. Destroika, laying on the ground looked over in frustration, seeing Myrra teasing their shared partner with her boobs. Two can play at that game! She thought, standing up again. Destroika quickly walked over and grabbed the distracted dancer by his right hand, pulling him over to her.
 
"It ain't the size of breasts that count, but of how they feel to the touch!" Destroika said to the Dancer, quickly lifting up one part of her bikini top and deliberately placing his hand on one of her exposed boobs. The Elf in-between the two women squirmed in much excitement and arousal at the touch of Destroika's tits. Myrra's mouth opened into a big. fish-like gape of shock and surprise at what she saw. Even if Destroika's breasts were smaller than hers, but the way she just offered herself up to this Elven Dancer in such a way was something she wished she had thought of and done earlier, otherwise, she would be hogging him to herself. But Myrra was tenacious, just like Destroika, she wasn't going to just take this lying down.
 
While Myrra still watched Destroika continue to sell herself out, a much kinkier, naughtier idea popped up into her mind. One that did not require the use of her boobs. Myrra walked up behind Destroika, who had just carelessly turned her back on her and was about to depart with the dancer hand-in-hand. The Giantess effortlessly reached a hand towards the back of Destroika’s bikini bottoms, grabbed under the waistband and gave it a hard tug, stretching the back of the garment outwards a few metres. Destroika yelped as she felt the back of her bikini stretch into her crack, seconds before Myrra hoisted her up high off the ground. The strain Destroika felt in her pussy was unbearable, making the Orc clench it with both hands as the Giantess continued to wedgie her. Myrra giggled slightly, taking delight in her rivals’ bashful misery. She raised the dangling Destroika up to her view, looking at the Orc as she painfully turned in her stretched underwear in midair.
 
“AHHHH! L-let go of me!” Destroika exclaimed angrily at Myrra, blushing. “This bikini I-isn’t cheap!”
 
“Oh, don’t you fret your pretty little panties, Orc. I will let you down soon enough. But first, let’s find somewhere nice and comfy to… AH! There’s perfect!” Myrra replied, walking along with Destroika as she held her by her underwear, like a puppet on a string. Destroika anxiously looked ahead, dreading what the Giantess planned to do with her now that she was at her mercy. Probably nothing too sinister like her people’s stereotypes around giants, especially the one about how they grind the bones of their victims to make their bread. She knew Myrra was nothing like that at all. But that didn’t help to reassure her of the pain she felt concurrently.
 
Myrra stomped all the way to the south end of the inn, heading in the direction of a Plaque on the wall, where the skull of a small horned dragon was imbedded into. Destroika immediately sensed what the Giantess was going to do, just before Myrra herself could open her mouth.  
 
“No! NO! Please! Don’t you dare hang me up there!” Destroika cried, turning around midair and facing the giantess.
 
“Why? Are you afraid of heights? I thought you Orcs weren’t afraid of anything.”
 
“Just please! Don’t hang me up like this! I’ll do anything! I swear!” Destroika pleaded. “You’ve won! I submit! Please! Don’t do this!"
 
“Too late!” Myrra replied smirking as she hung Destroika up on the horn of the dragon by her bikini bottoms. Destroika cried loudly in pain some more, feeling the fabric of her briefs ride up further into her clit and buttocks. It was like taking a knife to her vagina, slowly cutting every second that she hanged.
 
“Awwwwwwww! You look so cute! Hanging up there by your silky little undies!” Myrra said in adoration, holding her hands and resting them up against the side of her head. Destroika blushed in embarrassment as the Giantess gloated at her humiliation, holding her arm as she tried to avert her gaze from her. “Hopefully that will teach you not to get in-between a Giantess and a hard place. Now stick around flat tits! I got a dance to finish.” Myrra replied giggling as she lightly bumped Destroika on the nose with her big finger, before stomping away to rejoin the dance.
 
Destroika groaned in utter humility, holding her wedgied crotch again as she watched her newfound nemesis steal her man from her for the final time and continued to dance. Myrra held the dancer again by the hand and twisted him around before hauling his head into her hand, concluding their dance. To add more salt to Destroika’s injured pride, Myrra then pulled the dancer up off the ground and smothered him in-between her boobs. Myrra felt the Elven dancer’s penis grow hard as she continued to hold him between her sling top. It was also possible judging by his groans, that he may have also cummed himself against Myrra’s ab armour, making Myrra smile provocatively in response.
 
Once again, Destroika had been humiliated by Myrra, only this time she had provoked it. The shame and bitterness of defeat weighed heavily on Destroika, making her groan hopelessly as she continued to hang by the back of her bikini. Her evening had been entirely ruined and no matter how hard she tried; she could not keep her distance from Myrra. It was like the fates or the God’s had cursed her with having to spend an eternity quarrelling with this Giantess, who had both unintentionally and intentionally bested her. An Orc, raised to never know the shame of defeat, only victory or death.
 
But while Destroika was lost in her dire thoughts, the skull that she hung upon by her underpants was beginning to come loose from her own weight. Her Orc ears immediately picked up the creaking behind her, hearing the skull slowly break off the wood it was embedded into. Destroika looked up behind her with worry, seeing the skull edging closer, coming undone. Finally, the dragon skull broke off, sending a screaming Destroika plummeting down to the Inn floor below. Lucky for her, she landed on a table, smashing it into pieces as she landed arse-first onto the base. The skull that she once hanged upon crashed into the floor in front of her, with the horn at the end of it embedding into the wood a few inches away from her vagina.
 
Destroika laid in the debris for a bit, taking a moment to recover. Eventually, she sat up again, groaning and holding her head. While she suffered for a bit, she watched as both Myrra and the dancer bowed to each other as they both earned praise from their peers around them, cheering and clapping for them after witnessing their brilliant dance. Destroika sighed as she slowly got up out of the wreckage underneath, holding her arm, slowly walking away in misery. All she wanted to do now was spend the rest of her evening drinking away the shame and humility she had endured. That was something at least, the Giantess could not ruin the fun out of.
 
*****
 
Nearing midnight and we find Destroika sitting by herself at the bar, wallowing in self-pity, drinking herself drunk on a pint of beer. She held her head depressed, slowly picking up her drink and sipping it now and then, sighing joylessly. This evening’s visitation to the bar had not gone well for her, from having been farted in the face and being shamed for it, to losing a drinking contest (And her top in the process), then lastly suffering a wedgie during a dance with a man she’d hoped to be shagged by. And the source of all her misery was directed at one person. Myrra. The Giantess mercenary who she tried constantly to evade all evening. Not just because of her custom as an Orc not to be associated with her kind, or her series of defeats leaving her honour in tatters, but because of her attraction towards her.
 
It seemed clear to her now, that her attraction towards the Giantess had most likely faded, seeing as their relationship had gone from somewhat peaceful to full on animosity. Destroika could feel no such romance anymore, not for Myrra. All she thought about now was hating on the Giantess, as well as wanting retribution for the utter humiliation she caused her this evening. Of course, she knew better than to try and challenge the Giantess again, lest she risked being smitten and possibly humiliated a fifth time, especially when Myrra didn’t even have to raise her bone hammer just to beat her.
 
The last thing she wanted was to get into another confrontation with the Giantess. She had grown tired of it. All Destroika wanted to do now was try to spend the rest of her night at peace, alone, with no Myrra to muck it up for her. And so, she continued to drink and relax at the bar, hopelessly falling prey to the devil’s liquid that she continuously consumed.
 
While she sat there drinking, Destroika could overhear loud drunken banter coming from behind her. It was usually at this time when most of the people in the Inn were drunk as skunks, which wasn’t uncommon for her to hear such noises in most inns she visited. But it wasn’t just the residents that were making noise, it was also Myrra too, who even for her size appeared to be very drunk, after having at least four barrels worth of beer. Destroika found her drunken behaviour very annoying. Not just to listen to, but to watch from where she sat. She couldn’t help but watch her oafish rival continuously sing loudly and fumble about like a hungover Mammoth inside a potions shop.
 
Regardless of the danger a drunken Giantess like her could pose, she seemed to be able to control herself most of the time. She seemed sobber enough to seduce nearly all the barmaids in the inn, having them all wrapped around her large finger, acting like her little hareem as they held her body, laughing to themselves. Destroika could not believe how much of a chick magnet Myrra was, managing to entice so many women to fall under her sway. This only made the Orc grow more jealous, envious and hateful of the Giantess as she watched the large woman lazily sit her large rump atop a table, legs crossed, a small barrel of ale in her hand as she continued drinking. All the barmaids clambered onto her at the same time. Some basking in Myrra’s amazon figure and beauty, holding onto her while caressing and humping her calves and muscles, while others fought violently over Myrra for a chance to make out with her or feel her milky tits.
 
“Oh! Look at me ladies! I look SOOOOO HOT in my skimpy little bone undies!” Destroika said angrily at the counter, quietly mocking Myrra. “UGH! This girl is such a tease!” Destroika turned away bitterly, facing the counter again, trying her hardest to ignore the continuous scene of debauchery taking place behind her. But even looking away from it did not help, as her Orc ears could still hear the inappropriate commotion take place behind her. Perhaps taking another sip of beer would help her to dull her senses, maybe even cause her to pass out, since she was starting to feel a little tipsy herself.
 
While she drank to her sorrows, she looked over and saw a local approach the counter to her right. He was a handsome, human man with an athletic build, around about the same age as Destroika herself, with chestnut hair, hazel eyes and olive skin. He sat down on the far side of the counter from the Orc, taking no notice of her, waiting for Sammi the innkeeper to take his order. It wasn’t long until Destroika quickly developed a fondness for the Man as she leaned on the counter, smiling lovingly as she watched the man sit up against the counter, pompously straightening his hair. He looked very wealthy, judging by his clean, expensive clothing. Perhaps he was the son of the local lord? Regardless, an intimate opportunity had presented itself to Destroika and she planned to take advantage of it. She would do anything to get over Myrra and the humiliation she had to endure all evening.
 
The Orc got up off her stool, taking her drink with her. She walked over to the man, trying her best to move as ravishingly as possible. She wanted to capture the man’s attention, draw him into her seductive charm, make him fawn over her the moment he saw her approach. Destroika made sure to walk scandalously in a crisscross, putting one foot forward after the other. The young man soon caught sight of the Orc’s approach, his eyes widening and his mouth gaping immediately upon seeing her, taking in all that gorgeous green figure from top to bottom. Destroika noticed his eyes were more or less focused on her rack, which jiggled frequently inside her top upon her kinky movements. So far, phase one of the Orc’s seduction was complete.
 
Destroika gave him a provocative smile and a wink as she took a seat next to him, resting her back and arms against the counter while purposefully flipping back her hair. She then crossed her legs, showing off her green calves, lightly stroking them with her right hand, sensually teasing the man. Destroika could see he had begun to fall under her sway, becoming enticed by the Orc and her beauty. She could sense his excitement, as he saw him start to tense up and drool down his chest. Now that she had enticed him, filling the man with desire for her, all Destroika had to do now was seduce him completely.
 
“Hey there, handsome…” Destroika said to him in a lavishing voice.
 
“Oh! Um… Hello!” Said the man nervously, trying to adjust his collar. “I… uh… are you… new here… miss?”
 
“How can you tell? Is it because I’m an Orc? Or… because of these?” Destroika replied, holding one of her tits, while grabbing her drink again from her side with her free hand. The man watched the Orc female take another refreshing sip of her own drink, watching some of the golden liquid purposely leak out of the pint and seep down perversely into her juicy cleavage. The man blushed heavily as he sucked in his mouth, trying to contain his flaring young hormones. Destroika wiped her face and put the empty pint back on the counter behind her as she continued to tease the man some more.
 
“You like what you see?” Destroika continued, moving herself closer to the man, making him feel bashful.
 
“I… uh… you’re… a little masculine than the rest of the… w-women around this town! Eh-heh!” The man stammered in response.
 
“And you love it! Don’t you baby?” Replied Destroika, whispering in his ear and stroking down near his nether regions. The man froze in response, blushing harder as he felt himself develop a HUGE erection inside his codpiece, making it pop off his clothing suddenly upon his latest exclamation.
 
“OH!” Destroika gasped, pretending to be astonished by what she had just seen. “YOU’RE quite a “sensitive” boy, aren’t you?”
 
“I… uh…” The man said with embarrassment.
 
“Relax. It’s okay, baby.” Destroika replied, slowly putting a hand on his chest. “How’s about I cure your “disfunction” in the bedr--"
 
Without warning, Destroika saw a large, fleshy object suddenly careen itself into her, instantly absorbing most of her body. Her world had suddenly turned into a dark, damp void, with a familiar, foul scent. Unless she thought that she had been sat on by a dragon, she’d be dead wrong. For it was in fact her rival, Myrra once again, fully smothering her big butt all over Destroika.
 
“(BURRP!) Gah! Hey there… handsome! EHEHEEHEHE!” Said Myrra drunkenly, letting off a burp while sipping from her barrel of beer as she talked. The Man instantly forgot about Destroika; his eyes now fixated on the flirting Giantess. His cock grew harder than ever as he stared into Myrra’s melons, watching the beer drip from the barrel and flow down off of those peeks. Meanwhile, underneath her booty, Destroika struggled tireless to free herself out of this humiliating dilemma. She constantly yelled for Myrra to stop sitting on her, but her pleas went unheard. She was smothered in too deep inside that big arsecrack. All she could do was try to signal the Giantess with her free hands slightly sticking out from the sides or those big jiggly cheeks. But again, the Giantess was oblivious to the fact that she was currently sitting on Destroika, as her drunken stupor had made her take leave of her senses.
 
“You like what you see, big boy?” Myrra said to the man, smothering Destroika further into her butt, crushing her face in towards the centre of her anus. The Orc blushed heavily as she felt her mouth and cheeks make contact with Myrra’s bone thong, indicating she was dangerously close to her arsehole. This situation already “smelled” something fierce for Destroika, and from what she already knew about Myrra, she immediately dreaded what could possibly happen next. 
 
“I… uh… you’re…” Stammered the Man in repetition.
 
“A little bigger and masculine than any woman you’ve ever seen in this town? Oh honey, you flatter me!” Myrra replied, playing on the Man’s desires. Just as she was about to continue, the giantess felt a sudden build-up of gas inside her belly. Destroika sensed it too, near Myrra’s anus and she immediately murmured in panic. “NONONONONONO Not AGAIN!!” The Orc tried to utter hopelessly. Unable to contain it, Myrra let off a short raunchy fart, blasting into Destroika below, making her mouth stretch wide from the force of it, filling her mouth with gas.
 
FRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!
 
Destroika gagged and coughed heavily, feeling like she had lost thirty years of her life from having to swallow such a nasty fart. “Oh Gods… not AGAIN!” Destroika said in thought with utter humiliation. “Why does this keep happening to me?!”
 
Myrra blushed in the aftermath of her latest fart, pretending that she didn’t break wind in front of the man, who looked at her with suspicion for a moment. “OH! Uh… Ignore that. That was just the uh… dog! Now uh… what was I saying again?” Said Myrra as she continued to flirt, trying to hide her shame. Luckily for her, the man could only hear so much of her farting, thanks to her newfound fart-muffler of a rival down below. Destroika. Unfortunately, both Myrra and Destroika’s intertwining dilemma didn’t end there, as the former continued to fart constantly while she continued to seduce the man, leaving her further embarrassed while Destroika below was forced to take in more gigantic poots. Destroika could feel herself beginning to suffocate underneath the giantess, she couldn’t take much more of this. One more big fart from Myrra and she’d be choking on death. For now, Myrra’s farting had ceased, bringing the Orc some mild relieve.    
 
“Say uh… Why don’t we take this to my room?” Myrra said to the man, still blushing, trying to act normal. She finally got up off of the chair that Destroika was sitting on. But surprisingly, the Orc was not on it anymore. She had disappeared into thin air! But as Myrra and the seduced man started to walk away from the bar, we find Destroika half embedded into the back of Myrra’s massive crack. Her face, boobs and shoulders had been swallowed in whole, leaving her hands, booty and legs dangling outside of it. It was like she was being devoured by that massive butt, like they were the vertical jaws of a mantis. Destroika, with her free hands attempted to push herself out of Myrra’s buttocks again. Still, she struggled to break free.
 
“If I don’t get out of this fat ass giantess soon, I’m gonna—uh-oh! NONONO not again!" Destroika exclaimed, as she heard another fart start to build once again near Myrra’s anus.
 
“Oh, for the love of Thokka! What the hell is making me feel so gassy this evening?!” Myrra said with frustration, letting go of her man and breaking her cool as she held her guts. The man looked at her with worry and confusion, watching her bend inwards, ready to let rip another fart. Myrra looked upwards to the ceiling, lifting her arms outwards, wincing and closing her eyes as she prepared to fart once more.
 
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
 
Upon Myrra’s next fart, Destroika found herself being shot out of Myrra’s massive buttchecks like a cannon, with her body flying backwards into the bar a few feet away. The impact devasted the counter, leaving a large, splintered dent in the centre with the Orc embedded in-between it. She groaned loudly afterwards, rolling her eyes and seeing mini dragons flying around her head. She felt great pain on her back, perhaps suffering from bruising and some spraining on one of her shoulders. But no pain she felt could match her internal wounds and further damaged pride, as she continued to cough and heave, her lungs desperate to absorb clean air after having to spend almost a minute in a half, choking on nothing but Giantess farts.
 
“Ah~.” Myrra said in relief. “That’s the last of it!” Myrra looked towards the man, who stood there in shock, with one hand placed on her chest in elegant surprise. “Uh sorry about that sweetie. I did try to suppress it! Eh-heh!” Myrra continued blushing mildly at him.
 
Meanwhile behind her, Destroika slowly began to make a recovery, slowly pulling herself out of the wrecked counter. She took a moment to fix her back, pushing and stretching her spine back into place with her hands. A moment after, the orc returned her attention to the source of her humiliation, watching the Giantess stomp slowly away with the man she tried to seduce herself. It didn’t take Destroika long to feel her mind begin to snap, her fury boiling into a violent rage. Her face boiled red hot with seething hatred, causing steam to emit from her snarling mouth. The Orc female was through restraining herself, unable to control that primal rage that quickly took over her civility. She was through letting the Giantess humiliate her. She wasn’t going to just let herself be trampled over constantly and forced to take the hit. Myrra had dishonoured her not only twice, but thrice more all in one evening. She had finally had enough.      
 
“You’ve gone and done it now you slut!” Destroika said angrily in thought as she stormed towards the giantess, approaching her from the backside. Since Myrra’s butt was the most hateful thing she despised, Destroika instantly came up with the perfect payback method. The Orc leaped up off the ground and grabbed onto one of the Giantesses exposed buttcheeks. Luckily, Myrra was still too drunk and smitten by her newfound lover to pay much attention to her senses. Regardless, Destroika quickly opened her mouth as wide as she could, exposing her teeth and lower tusks, ready for her to take a bite of this fat booty like she was a snake.
 
“Ommh… please… stop it!” Myrra said drunkenly, listening to the man’s smitten words before suddenly… “YEOOOOW!”
 
Myrra felt some something sharp dig into her booty, causing her to jump up and shake the ground, knocking her man over on the floor, scaring him away. Behind her, we find Destroika digging her teeth and tusks into one of the Giantesses exposed cheeks, inflicting a small, but deep wound into it, causing some blood to seep out. The Orc took her teeth out and jumped off Myrra’s booty down to the floor, watching in satisfactory at her rivals suffering. Once Myrra had finished jumping about and rubbing her booty of the painful bite, she turned around unwillingly and caught sight of Destroika giggling behind her. There was no doubt in her mind that this pesky little Orc was the one who had bitten into her arse.
 
“What the (hick!) is your problem? Biting into my poor booty like that?!” Myrra said angrily, holding the back of her anus.
 
“What’s my problem? WHAT THE HELL IS YOURS?! Smothering your ass all over me at the bar?!” Destroika replied furiously.
 
“What?! No, I didn’t!”
 
“YES, YOU DID! Look at the bar behind me you dumb bitch!”
 
Myrra briefly looked over to where Destroika pointed behind her, feasting her eyes on the wreckage. The evidence to the Orc’s testimony was damning, especially since she could also see that her giantess booty had left a massive dent and splintage in the wooden counter. Myrra simply blushed in utter embarrassment, holding her arm in shame.
 
“I even have your farting ass-crack smell to prove it! Here, let me walk in closer so you can sniff it!” Destroika continued, aggressively approaching within Myrra’s space.
 
“Ick! Stop it!” Myrra replied with disgust, already catching the whiff of her own fart stench, causing her to hold her nose.
 
“Now you believe me?” Destroika asked.  
 
“Well I… (hick!) just didn’t see you there.” Myrra replied, trying to downplay the situation. “Maybe you should’ve just gotten out of the way.”
 
“And maybe YOU should get the hell out of my life!” Destroika shouted, making Myrra freeze in place. “I’ve had to put up with your shit all evening! You coming in here with your blabbermouth, making me look stupid in front of everyone. Humiliating me, never giving me a moments peace. Tainting my very body with your… ugh! Haven’t you soiled my honour enough already today?”
 
“Well, you’ve been giving me shit all day over the smallest things!” Myrra replied, defending herself. “Okay. I admit, what I did back there to you was an accident. But you’ve been acting weird and bitchy around me ever since we met! And all I wanted was to make amends with you, but you just cast me aside like I’m an inferior!”
 
“My day was going oh so perfectly until you came around! But you just had to obstruct the road with your large ass, didn’t you?”
 
“And my day was going fine until a stuck-up tramp like you tried to sneak up and kill a woman for no reason at all! What does your Orc honour have to say about that?”  
 
 “I don’t have to justify anything to you! You’re no better than me. You're just a..."
 
Destroika felt her tongue tie into a knot, her instincts preventing her from uttering the final part of her sentence. She held her arm nervously, trying once again not to look up at the giantess. Myrra sensed what the Orc was about to say, but she could also sense her hesitation. Weather Destroika truly objected to it was something that piqued her curiosity. She hoped deep down Destroika wouldn’t say it, but at this point, the chances of her saying something bias was most likely.
 
"Go on. Say it!" Said Myrra, standing above Destroika as she looked down directly at her.
 
"You're just a Stupid Fat-Ass Giant!" Destroika said loudly and quickly, looking up at her. Myrra gasped loudly in response, feeling greatly offended as she put a hand on her large breasts and took several steps back. This was literally the first time she had heard this Orc demean her in such a derogatory way. Deriding both her species and weight all in one sentence. It wasn’t completely unexpected for her though, as Giant’s were always a target of discrimination from the major races of men, elves, dwarves and most especially Orcs, who despite their own nomadic, barbarian lifestyle, mostly saw her own kind as less than mere savages. She had hoped Destroika was different from her kind, but clearly, she was no different whatsoever. Just another angry Orc, raised to be a ruthless warrior, but not a noble one.          
 
"STUPID. FAT. ASS. GIANT?!" Myrra said aloud angrily, making Destroika quiver slightly from the volume of the Giantess’ voice. "You did not just call me a Stupid Fat-Ass Giant. You little Green Bitch!"
 
The Giantess quickly reached her hand out towards the Orc, trying to grab at her head. Destroika ducked underneath, quickly dropping down and grabbing Myrra’s arm as she missed her head. Unwillingly, Myrra hauled the little Orc off the ground, allowing her to jump off her forearm and land on top of her head. Myrra looked around on the ground with confusion. “Where did she go?” She thought to herself, having no idea that her foe was up on her shoulders. Destroika above extended her hands and then quickly jabbed her nails into Myrra’s eyes. The Giantess yelled loudly in pain, stumbling about in the bar, colliding and knocking over several innocent costumers and bards, even accidently smothering one of the barmaids into a wall with her butt, making her bleed out of her nose in the aftermath. Myrra angrily grabbed the Orc by one of her arms and threw her down into the ground, breaking the wooden floor beneath them. Destroika groaned painfully where she laid, holding her midriff as she coughed up blood onto the floor. Just as she turned around, she watched the angry Giantess stomp towards her and quickly raise a heel above her. Destroika squeaked, closing her eyes and shielding herself with her arms as Myrra prepared to squash her like a bug.    
 
“HEY!” Shouted the voice of the innkeeper, Sammi, attracting Myrra’s attention. “I want no fightin’ and killin’ in this Inn. Ya got that? You two skanks have wrecked it enough as it is!”
 
“Sorry… I uh… got a little carried away.” Myrra replied bashfully, placing her foot lightly back on the ground away from Destroika, with the latter below her sighing in relief.
 
“Feckin’ youngsters and their hormones…” Said Sammi as she walked away bitterly, getting back to work.
 
“Great. Now thanks to you. I’ve got to pay off Sammi for all this mess! You’re just lucky she stopped me from stooping down to your level. Orc.” Myrra replied, wiping her watery eyes from her previous injury.
 
“I’m more sadden that she stopped you.” Destroika replied, pretending to sound disappointed as she got up again. “If she hadn’t, I would have died and reclaimed my honour for the Gods.”
 
“To Hel with you and your Orc honour! What kind of a race celebrates their own demise?”
 
“At least one that isn’t a pussy to finish off an opponent when given the chance. To my people, that’s seen as an act of cowardice. I’m guessing you Giants are too afraid to step on mice too?”
 
“Fuck you.” Myrra replied angrily. “You owe me a blood payment!”
 
“As far as we’re concerned, Giant. We both have a score to settle. There has to be a way we can resolve this dispute between us. Once and for all. No innkeeper, no innocent bystanders. Just girl-to-girl.”
 
The two rival females of their species stopped talking to each other for a moment as they looked over and saw a flyer on the wall that showed an advertisement for a faraway location called “The Pyrrhic Arena.”. Destroika and Myrra both seemed to know this location very well, most likely having visited it at different points in their pasts. It didn’t take long for the pair to develop the same idea as each other. What better place was there for two warrior women to settle out their differences than in a good old fashioned gladiator match? Winner takes all!  
 
“The Arena?” Said Destroika, looking up at Myrra one last time with the latter looking down in response.
 
“The Arena.”