Lily moved through the woods with the three boys in her pouch, and now also the leader of the group of highwaymen. They had the Orkken globe with them to turn it in as well. He politely sat down in his little corner of the satchel, still with an amused expression on himself.

“Rich of you to look so cocky,” Rennard said, “after she just made you and your valiant party into doormats.”

“You must be proud of yourselves, fawning over her so she might help you.”

“Fawning over her?” Rennard snorted. “She’s a ditz, we’re the ones leading her.”

Henry slapped him on the chest. “Shh! Quiet with that.”

The man laughed. “Normally, giants just dish out the beatings and humiliations, and we take it. But to see her, in our land, be enabled by other humans to do so is quite saddening and shameful.”

“Don’t talk about shame and respect for humans,” Rennard said. “Lawless scum. At least she hasn’t broken the law.”

“Oh please, a giant can easily stay within the confines of the law but still commit greater immoralities than a criminal human.”

“Whatever makes you feel better.”

“There it is.” Henry was watching the horizon from the satchel, pointing. “Trester.” The building they saw from afar at first was the only one belonging to the giants, a guardhouse made of stone bricks with a flat roof. What would have been the most monstrous piece of architecture for humans was a common guardhouse for the giants, three hundred feet high, six hundred feet wide and three thousand long. They passed the farms and enclosed lands on the outskirts of Trester, Lily not receiving many bewildered looks as the citizens were well-acquainted with giants.

“You can’t enter the heart of the town,” Rennard said. “Giants aren’t allowed in the middle.”

“Wow, that’s unfair.”

“If we start comparing unfairness between Gintessa and Humius, it won’t be close.”

“What can they do to stop me if I walk in?”

“Plenty of people with magic around,” Milton said. “But it’s mostly the giant guards from the guardhouse who will step in, so think of that.” They called for the attention of a human guard, and once they had him, she placed all four of them down along the Orkken globe.

“I know that ugly mug,” the guard said, scowling at the leader of the highwaymen. “Ron Horsten.” He spat on the highwayman’s shoes and clapped him across the cheek. “You’ll be singing the location and hideouts of all your degenerate comrades in the cell.”

Milton presented the Orkken globe. “Sir, they also carried this.”

The guard rubbed his beard and frowned. “Orkken in Humius? It only gets worse with you, doesn’t it, Horsten? We’ll want the details of this purchase as well, and we’ll inform the giants’ office of Orkken coming through. The four of you have done an excellent job. Return to the guardhouse later this evening, and our officer will give you the details of your reward.” He tilted his neck up to Lily’s face. “As for you, miss, we can’t hand out rewards to giants. You can only obtain them from the giants’ office, but they wouldn’t reward you for the solving of human troubles.”

She pouted. “But I did everything! That’s not fair.”

“Should complain to the giant’s office.” The guard led Horsten with a kick to the back, holding the Orkken globe. They could feel their ability to draw magic return as the Orkken globe left their vicinity.

“Alright.” Rennard grinned and rubbed his hands together. “The plan.” Back in Lily’s satchel, they skirted the edge of the town. The environment was grassy plains dotted with boulders and rocky protrusions. The guardhouse was on the northern edge of the town, dwarfing the city. There was only one giant guard standing by the entrance to the courtyard. She wore the standard outfit of the guards stationed in Humius, the black sleeveless shirt and a black skirt reaching half her thighs, parted in the front and behind. A short sword was sheathed around her belt, and the iron anklet around her left foot designated her rank as a foot soldier. As with most guards, she had strong legs, noticeably more muscular than Lily’s.

“She’s the only guard around the perimeter,” Henry said.

“Yeah.” Rennard cracked his knuckles. “There’s not many guards in general, they think they have nothing to worry about.”

“We’re also close to Gintessa,” Henry said. “So they feel safer than normal.” The giant guards posted throughout Humius were only concerned with other giants, making sure offgiants were sent back to Gintessa, and to help fight against criminal giants who would otherwise have too easy of a time wreaking havoc across the human societies.

“Ok, Lily, head around the backside,”  Rennard said, pointing.

The giant guard observed Lily’s neck, where marks would have shown her status as an offgiant if she were one. The guard nodded to her kinswoman. “Good day.” They moved around, the walls of the guardhouse spotted with columns of windows. Some of them were open, some of them had the wooden shutters closed. “The captain should be on the other end of the guardhouse, in her office.”

They arrived at the far end of the guardhouse, the shorter side of its rectangular shape. “Do you know which window it is, Rennard?”

“It should be one of the rooms at the top. It’s better if you throw us to the ceiling, and you can fasten us with your tethers, Milton.” Rennard put on the rucksack full of all his trinkets. Lily threw Milton first. While in the air, he waved his arms, his art being the art of the tethers. A white glowing rope shot out from his arm and fastened to the ledge, where he was redirected to. Using the tether, he reduced the speed of his fall, landing rather softly on the stone battlements. He saw Rennard and then milton fly in afterwards, sniping them with his tethers and redirecting them close to him.

“I told her to stay in place,” Rennard said. “Now, let’s move from window to window. Milton, you rope us around.” Milton summoned another glowing tether from the ledge and sent it to the nearest window. They all slid down along it, gently guiding them to the other end. The shutters there were open, but it was a room belonging to foot soldiers, and no one was there. Milton latched a tether to the next window on their left, identical to the previous one, but now a soldier lay sleeping. She was naked, her torso directly below them. The blanket was tussled up and falling over the bedside, only covering her stomach while her breasts and womanhood were exposed.

“Can you imagine,” Milton said, “when they mate with someone, they just shove them in there.”

“And it’s such a low chance it works,” Henry added, leaning so heavily his torso was over the edge. “So they have to do it over and over again.”

“Easy, Henry, you’re a bit close to the—” The warning could have come earlier, as Henry lost balance and fell towards her. With some luck on his side, Henry landed with a hollow thud on a portion of the blanket that was crumpled into a hefty lump on her stomach, avoiding a loud and fleshy smack on her skin. She didn’t wake up.

“Henry,” Rennard called, trying to find a balance between Henry hearing him and the giant not waking. “Get off her and jump up.” Henry rolled off the ruffled blanket and came onto her torso.

“Incredible,” he whispered, agape. He gently walked forward, mesmerised by her massive bosom. The diameter of one of them would stand taller than him.

“Goddammit, Henry,” Rennard said. “Now’s not the time.” She didn’t have the prettiest face, her brown hair spread-eagle under her head. But her large breast had Henry under a spell. He came between them and stroked the left one, first only to feel the skin, and then daring to feel its softness with a squeeze of the flesh.

Her hand shot up, and for a moment they thought everything would end here. She scratched the itch Henry caused, unknowingly by using him, as her hand caught Henry’s back and rubbed him into her breast. He had considered Lily’s soles to be soft, but this breast was like a cloud made graspable, a softness which made him lose all direction. In near shock, Henry remained in place after the hand left, not daring to move.

“She didn’t wake up,” Rennard said.

“Henry, stay right there.” Milton prepared a tether on the ledge. “I’ll pull you up.” With a thrust of his arm, he shot it at Henry. It missed. The end caught her left tit and pulled it instead, a hard yank, tugging the breast and leaving it in a jiggle.That would surely wake her.

Henry abandoned her chest and landed on the bed. She groaned and grimaced. Henry bent down, summoned the art of the fighter, and frog-leaped up to the window.

“Hmm?” She scratched her face and looked to her shoulders. There was no alarm on her, shifting and moving into a new position to try and sleep again. All three of them breathed out, and there was the nervous laughter caused by the thrill of it.

“I could have gotten out myself,” Henry told Milton.

“Fat chance,” Rennard said. “One more second and you might have whipped your dick out. What was that?”

“I’ve, uhm.” Henry shrugged. “I’ve never seen a naked giant before, and that close no less. She was like… a statue, you know, a statue of flesh.”

“Weird way to say just another cheap whore.” Rennard waved them on. “Onwards, next window.” Milton tethered to the next, the rope pulling them sideways as long as they held it. The next window had closed shutters, so they moved on. The next one showed a dining hall, a long trestled table with benches to either side. Bowls and spoons were set for each spot, a total of twelve, though only the cook was there. She wore a green apron, blouse, and bloomers, cutting large radishes which could only be grown in Gintessa. She spilled them all into a boiling cauldron of stew in the fireplace, the chimney running up the wall.

“Here we go,” Rennard said, taking off his backpack and picking out the coloured cube. “The cube of distaste will be perfect here. We should plant it before they gather and eat.”

“Where do we put it?”

“The best place is just above them.” Rennard put his palm against the red side of the cube, clicking it in. “I can activate it from a distance now. Milton, can you put a tether to the middle of the roof?”

Milton gave a worried look to the cook. “What if she turns around?”

“She’s busy with the stew now, do it fast.” From his palm, Milton shot a line glowing rope to the roof. He stuck the other end on the box of distaste, and they released it. Before the box swung to the other side and had time to return like a pendulum, Milton quickly closed his hands together, the rope retracting and pulling the box up until it was planted against the roof.

“They’ll have to gather first,” Rennard said. “Next window in the meantime.” Milton glanced down and saw Lily still waiting, fiddling with her fingers. The bored look on her face dampened his mood somewhat, she’d been a crucial part of the journey and wouldn’t be part of the fun. They had been using her.

At the next window, they saw what could only be the captain’s office. The yellow carpeted floor, the desk, the additional furnitures in cupboards and bookcases. The giant sitting on the desk and writing had a copper anklet on the left foot, marking her title as captain. Her shirt had sleeves, and her skirt were long to the knees. Their position on the window was just behind and over her, hemmed in by two bookcases. With a large feather from one of the domesticated waterfowl in Gintessa, she scribbled in a book.

Rennard rummaged the rucksack. “I know just the thing for this.” He brought out a yellow ball the size of a head. “Milton, lower me slowly.” Attached to the ledge, Rennard descended by the glowing rope like a spider from its web. Reaching the carpet, he was behind the captain and her house-sized chair. Taking his time to aim, avoiding the legs of the chair and the captain’s feet, he rolled the ball in under her desk. After a gesture to the window, the tether retracted and brought him up.

Rennard grinned. “Ok boys, here we go.” He brought his hands over his mouth and spoke. No sound left his mouth. It erupted from the yellow ball like an announcer instead. “Hey, whorechild.” The captain raised her head. “Yes, I’m speaking to you. What does it feel like to not be loved?” Henry and Milton held their mouths to suppress laughter.

“Who’s there?”

“I saw you the other day, touching yourself when all alone,” Rennard continued, his voice covering the room. “How lonely is your time? I can give you a tip. You know the trees growing in these parts? Incessant things with their leaves and all that getting in your eyes. But you uproot them, snap them so you get a thick chunk near the base, and you’ve got a perfect rod to ram in that hungry hole.” Henry and Milton fought the urge, letting it come out as a quiet, breathy laughter. “Yeah, don’t pretend like it’s some indecency that defiles your holy purity and professionalism, every giant is the same ravenous whore. And also, tell those girls to put some clothes on, would you? A decent pair of trousers wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

Searching all about, she found the yellow ball under the desk. “What is this trickery? I know it’s a human behind this. I’ll flush you out and punish you in here.” When she took the ball, Henry and Milton thought it was over.

“And we arrive at act two,” Rennard whispered with his own voice, squeezing his hands together. The ball erupted into a spray of yellow liquid and smog. It splattered over the captain’s face and chest, and she reeled back with a disgusted expression, the grand chair thrown back.

“My god,” Milton said, wearing a mixture of joy and repulsion. “What is this smell!” The captain’s sickened groan and waving of her arms made the boys bend over in restrained laughter, holding it in the throat. Milton had to bite his hand. The captain cursed and stormed out, no doubt to wash herself. The three allowed themselves a bit more noise, Henry tearing up.

“Captain, what’s wrong?” someone said in the hallway.

“Nothing, go and eat,” she snapped.

Rennard raised a hand to get his friends’ attention. “You hear that? The room beside this one. It’s dinner time.” With skittish giggles, they tethered back to the dining room. The giants were gathering and taking their seats, the cauldron placed in the table where they took turns ladling soup into bowls. There were baskets full of bread, two wheels of cheese and jugs of milk, all produced from the large cattle they had in Gintessa. By Milton’s magical cord, the box remained on the ceiling. “Not yet,” Rennard said. “Let them get into the dining mood.”

The first giants started eating. “Remember girls, always support the presence of real food. Enchanted human food might be just as filling and more efficient, but we eat for the taste of the food as much as the hunger. We’re not machines to be refuelled.”

“Exactly,” another chimed in. “And we would effectively lose the culture of gathering at the dinner tables. It’s a fun time for itself.”

“Fun indeed,” Rennard whispered. “Milton, bring the box down.”

Milton lowered his hand in control, the tether extending and lowering the cube. The box of distaste hovered above the cauldron.

“What’s this thing?” one of them said, spoon in mouth. Rennard triggered it with a magical command. The cube came alive, spinning as its sides opened up. With an absurd sound that could be compared to a choir of singers who, instead of singing, all turned around and farted while slapping their cheeks, the cube of distaste spinned and unleashed the smelly vapors alongside the sprinkles of a horrendous liquid. Their colours matched the side of the cube which unleashed them.

The giants all groaned and recoiled, trying to shield their bowls from its contents. One of them got a blue sprinkle of liquid in her mouth, and she jumped like a frightened cat, spitting. She knocked the table over, silverware clattering, the cauldron of soup spilling on someone’s leg. She screamed and clutched the leg where the soup burned it, trying to find the cold milk which had also been spilled. The chaos ensued, bowls being dropped, a few running out of the room, someone falling near the fireplace and violently wrenching herself away from it, swatting someone else’s face in accident. The three boys couldn’t bother covering their own sound, erupting into guffaw. The turmoil masked their noise.

More than half the giants left the room before the cube of distaste ended, a disaster of rainbowy impurity. The atmosphere calmed, the stench of waste and sewers eradicating any memory of that this was a dining hall smelling of soup a moment ago.

“What has happened here?” other soldiers said, spilling into the scene and voicing their revulsion.

The captain entered the room. With her prior knowledge of a culprit being about, she scanned the room quickly. “There’s a little trickster about. Or… tricksters, it looks like, three of them.” The boys’ glee ended when they noticed the captain’s eyes dead on them at the window. Everyone else followed her stare. The three boys felt the pressure building in their chest, a nervous fear. They were bare, left without hiding. The giants could now ascribe faces to this chaos, and it was theirs.

“Don’t let them get away.”