[qzar9999]

Well, guys, my muse and I are speaking again. She wants to renegotiate her contract, apparently, but in the meantime I got some inspiration out of her. ^_^

I'd like to thank everyone who has commented on this story for your feedback and, more recently, your patience. The break did me some good, and writing "Cheer UP!" got me back into the right frame of mind. So without further ado, heeeeeeeeeeeeere's Vasquez!

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“What the fuck is going on here?” Dana said, staring in confusion at the building.

In moments, her question was answered, as another giant, nude woman stepped through the hole, her head bent down and her long, wavy brown hair hanging down in front of her.

“Oh, God, not another one!” Hudson wailed. “Game over, man! Game over!” he added, dropping his shotgun and slowly backing away in horror, staring at the emerging giantess.

Hicks stared for a moment, wondering why this new arrival was showing up so late. Then she cleared the hole and stood up, and he was stunned when he saw her face.

“Oh my god...Vasquez?” said Hudson, staring incredulously at the newcomer.

“Get away from her, you bitch,” growled the 35-foot-tall soldier, glaring at Dana, who still stood over the downed Ellen. She began striding purposefully towards the giant blonde.

“Jesus, what the hell happened to her?” Hudson said softly. “Her tits were never that big before.”

“She might be able to hear you, Hudson,” Hicks said. “I'd be careful what I said about her.”

"I'm not scared of some dyke in a uniform," Dana said with false bravado. "I've already taken all your little buddies out of the picture."

"Never send a man to do a woman's job," Vasquez replied with a grin, still striding towards the blonde. "Besides, not only have I had training in unarmed combat, but in case you didn't notice..." she said as she stopped right in front of Dana, staring down to meet her eyes, "I'm bigger than you."

Hicks could see it was true. It was difficult to say exactly, but at a glance he could tell Vasquez had at least a few feet on the other woman. She also didn't seem the least bit fazed by either her nudity or her impossible size; he noted with pride that she'd already subtly positioned herself to be ready to fight.

Dana gulped nervously, backing away from the giant soldier. "Now, hang on. Let's n-not be hasty..." she stammered, stumbling as she stepped over Ellen, who moaned softly. "M-maybe we can t-talk..."

"Uh huh. Now that you can't throw me across the room, you wanna talk." Vasquez cracked her knuckles, her menacing gaze locked on the retreating blonde as she advanced. "I don't usually negotiate with someone who's tried to break my back."

"That wasn't me, that was Ellen!" Dana protested, gesturing at the downed brunette.

"Hmm?" said Vasquez, glancing briefly behind her. "Oh, you're right! Well in that case, all is forgiven!" she continued sarcastically. "Though there is the small matter of you attacking my squad and threatening to kill someone... Nah, fuck it, you're going down."

"You first!" Dana cried, suddenly swinging another lamppost she'd ripped up from the pavement. It arced toward Vasquez like a golf club, moving toward the side of her head.

Vasquez saw the hit coming a moment too late. She tried to dodge, but the base of the post struck a glancing blow on her temple, causing her to stagger, dazed. Dana roared in victory and pressed her advantage, swinging her makeshift bludgeon again, aiming once more for Vasquez's head.

This time, however, Vasquez caught the swing with a sudden flick of her hand. Gripping the improvised weapon tightly, she jerked it away from a surprised Dana and fixed the blonde with a murderous glare. She swung the club experimentally a few times, never removing her eyes from the other woman.

Dana raised her hands in supplication. “I surrender?” she said sheepishly.

Without warning, Vasquez curled her free hand into a fist and drove it into Dana's stomach, causing the blonde to double over with a gasp of pain. “What was that?” she said mockingly. “Couldn't hear you. Speak up, you little bitch.”

Enraged and red-faced, Dana stood back up. She tried to slap Vasquez, who easily caught her hand and twisted her wrist painfully. Dana screeched in pain; Vasquez dropped the club and used her other hand to spin the giant blonde around, pinning her arm against her back. She put one arm around Dana's neck in a choke hold. “Not so tough now, are you?” she snarled. She then bent her head down, her lips next to the other woman's ear...

...and teasingly nipped at her earlobe.

The soldiers on the ground stared upward in shock as Vasquez lowered her mouth to bite Dana's neck, causing the blonde to gasp. “What...what the fuck are you doing?”

“You know,” Vasquez breathed, “when you called me a dyke before, you were half-right. I play for both teams.”

“Told ya,” Hudson muttered as he glanced at Hicks. Vasquez flicked her eyes down at him briefly, ire in her gaze, and he shut up immediately. She returned her attention to the woman she had restrained before her, the arm around Dana's throat moving downward towards her breasts.

"But you know what really gets me off?" she said, her mouth again at the blonde's ear. Her hand had found one of Dana's massive mounds, and she suddenly rolled the huge nipple between her fingers, eliciting another gasp from her captive. "Dominating someone."

"Low battery? What the fuck?" Hicks heard in a harsh whisper. Turning his head, he saw Hudson tapping furiously on his smartphone. Noticing the corporal's attention, Hudson glanced at him. "Hey, corporal, does your phone have a camera?" he said quietly.

"Hudson, what are you doing?" Hicks hissed in disbelief.

"What do you think? I gotta get a video of this!" he replied, a broad grin on his face.