Don't worry, I haven't forgotten Vanessa. We'll see her again soon. She's about to become very important in the grand scheme of things...
No growth in this section, although it does have Giantess vs. Military, so there's that. ^_^
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Vasquez almost dropped her rifle in surprise. Two naked women, each at least thirty feet tall, were struggling with each other. The one with dark hair had the blonde one in a headlock and was pulling her hair; the blonde was screaming in pain and flailing at her tormentor. Their motions were making their enormous breasts wobble, and a quick glance at Crowe suggested he was equal parts shocked and mesmerized.
“Crowe! Crowe!” she hissed. “Snap out of it!”
He started guiltily, jerking his eyes away from the display of huge, swaying tit flesh. “Huh? What? I'm fine! I'm on this!”
The two giantesses were still slugging it out; as Vasquez watched, the blonde managed to twist free of the headlock and deliver a vicious backhand to the brunette. There was no way she didn't see the soldiers as she turned back to her foe, but she seemed to be single-mindedly focused on her fight and paid them no heed. Vasquez could see that both women had multiple bruises and were bleeding from small scratches in several places, but neither seemed to be injured enough to stop fighting.
Clearing her throat, Vasquez stepped forward. “Ahem! Ladies! Excuse me!” When they kept hitting each other and ignored her, she raised her rifle and spoke much louder. “EXCUSE ME!” At that, they both stopped and turned to glare at her. The brunette's eyes narrowed at seeing the gun. “Thank you. Ladies, I'm going to have to ask you to stop what you're doing and cooperate with us.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” snapped the brunette, her nostrils flaring.
“Private Vasquez, Army National Guard, ma'am,” she replied.
“Well, Vasquez, you're going to have to wait,” the giant woman replied. “I have unfinished business with this tramp.” She gestured at the blonde. “It's not over until I put her ass down.”
“In your dreams, you joyless prude,” retorted the blonde.
“Ladies!” Vasquez said loudly. “I'm not asking. I'm telling. If you don't cooperate, we will use force.” She leveled the rifle at them to make her point.
“You're gonna shoot an American citizen who's done nothing to you?” the brunette replied after a moment, her voice full of doubt and scorn.
“Jesus. If she gunned you down she'd be doing the sighted world a favor,” the blonde said with a smirk.
“Grr! You overgrown bitch!” The brunette lunged at the blonde, trying to get her hands around her throat.
“Ladies! Last warning!” When the two women paid Vasquez no heed, she fired a warning shot into the ceiling. It had about as much impact as she had suspected. “Now, Crowe!” So saying, she opened fire, pelting the brunette with a line of rubber bullets designed for riot suppression. Behind her, Crowe did the same to the blonde.
Unfortunately for Vasquez, the rounds were considerably less useful against a target larger than a semi truck. “Fuck! That stings!” the dark-haired one bellowed. “Alright! You won't let us finish this in peace, then we'll just have to clear you out of here!” she yelled. Turning to the blonde, she held up a hand, palm out, in the classic “stop” gesture. “Dana- I don't think they're going to let us conclude our business. Temporary truce while we handle these trespassers?”
Dana looked like she was barely repressing the urge to vomit, but she sighed heavily. “Fine, Ellen. Temporary truce. Only because I don't want anyone around to get you medical attention when I'm done breaking you.”
The two women turned simultaneously to face the soldiers, smoldering rage in their eyes.
Behind Vasquez, footsteps crunched on the debris in the room. Shortly, they stopped, and Apone's voice bellowed, “What the fuck?!”
Crowe gulped audibly. “Uhh...I think we have a problem here, sarge...”
“You can say that again, assholes,” snarled Ellen. She picked up a table, hefting it in her hand as if testing the weight, her eyes fixated on the soldiers. Beside her, Dana was reaching for a bent chair.
“Open fire! Knock 'em out!” barked Apone.
The soldiers opened up on the giantesses, their rubber bullets striking skin repeatedly but seeming to do little more than annoy the women. Ellen swung her arm forward and threw the table with incredible force; Crowe narrowly dodged to the side as it impacted the wall behind him.
“Gonna have to do better than that, you great big bi--” He was cut off as the chair Dana threw clipped him in the leg, sending him roughly to the floor with a scream.
“Sarge! I don't think the rubber bullets are working!” Drake shouted.
“You got any other suggestions?” Apone yelled back, ducking a piece of masonry that flew at his head.
“Yeah!” Drake replied with unnatural cheer. He yanked a flashbang grenade from his belt and pulled the pin, then counted for a few seconds before throwing it at Dana's face. “Down!”
The soldiers hit the floor and covered their ears as the projectile arced through the air and burst in front of the giant blonde's head with a blinding flash and an unbelievably loud noise.
“Aaaah! I can't see!” screamed Dana, flailing wildly and stomping toward the soldiers. The group ran from her swinging arms, narrowly avoiding being backhanded. “I'll get you for this, you little bugs!”
Vasquez rolled into a corner behind an overturned table. “Fuck non-lethal,” she muttered, drawing the pistol she'd secretly brought along. She looked over the rubble and took aim at Dana's head.
She never got a chance to fire. Ellen's massive hand grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up off the floor. She let out a surprised gasp and flailed wildly, drumming uselessly against giant fingers that felt as strong as steel bars.
“Aw, you weren't gonna shoot little old us, were you?” Ellen said with a sneer, her huge face looming over Vasquez.
Thinking quickly, she raised her arm to point at Ellen's face, but she dropped her aim when the pressure on her torso suddenly increased sharply, hampering her ability to breathe and causing her ribs to throb with pain. She screamed involuntarily as the crushing grip squeezed her. Gritting her teeth, she glared at the enormous woman, meeting her gaze.
“Let...me...go...you...overgrown...cunt...” she wheezed.
The huge brunette put on an exaggerated expression of shock. “Such filthy words!” she said mockingly. Turning her head to look at something on the wall of the room, she grinned. “I think we should wash out your dirty little mouth!”
Vasquez followed her gaze and saw she was staring at a row of counters that were somehow still intact. A large steel double sink seemed to be the focus of her stare.
“Wait, what are you—whoa!” Her words deteriorated into a panicked scream as Ellen drew back her arm and flung the little soldier as hard as she could at the counter. Vasquez flew through the air and crashed into the sink hard enough to snap off the faucet and the taps, then slammed against the wall behind the counter with a sickening thud. Her body rolled limply off the countertop and fell to the tile, coming to rest with her back to the rest of the room.