Tasty!

You had once held an admiration for the gigantic beings that visited your people’s Realm. Closely aligned with Edenia, your people- the Lillipu’ti- had enjoyed the protection afforded to them by King Jerrod for ages- something that was quite easy and affordable for him to do, considering a single one of his soldiers towered over your greatest cities and structures like a mountain rising to the heavens, and was more than enough to defend from any threat found within your Realm- while in return your people could offer him a bounty of gems that were precious in his kingdom, yet common in yours. It helped that the guards he sent were often female, and clad in the tight, revealing attire that was common for Edenian warriors. You’re not sure why this was, and as a young warrior you didn’t care, as the why of the matter didn’t interest you so much as the result.

Though your people were much smaller than the Edenians, the resemblance between Lillipu’ti and Edenians was obvious, with males and females of both races sharing a similar shape with their counterparts- even if they were at vastly different sizes. They also seemed to share a similar lifespan, numbering in the thousands of years. And for some reason- perhaps an imbalance of the humors, a strange story told to you as the child, or merely the desire to see what it was like to be with a woman a hundred times your size, you decided that you must wed one.

At first, your attempts didn’t go so well. The first guard you attempted to seduce, a woman wearing a green bodysuit, laughed in your face the first time you asked, and for a while she would joke at your expense every time you asked again only for her to tire of your persistence eventually, ignoring you. The next went no better, and you suspected that the first guard had told her replacement of your advances. The third seemed receptive at first, but eventually clarified that she wasn’t interested in a relationship with ‘someone of your size’. With many years passing between each rotation of the guard- with each one staying for decades at a time, and occasionally some of the guards being male on top of that- you were quickly losing hope of ever meeting one that would show an interest in you.

At least, until you met her. Pale skinned, raven haired, with a light blue suit that showed off every curve and hill of her toned body. Unlike so many of the others, she took an interest in you that was not only real, but affectionate. Though it didn’t happen immediately, she opened up to you, and you to her, until she finally invited you to the ‘small’ hut that had been constructed near your city for the Edenian guards’ use. Although it was cozy for someone of her size, at yours it was an entirely new landscape- a vision of what her world must be like. A bed as long and wide as one of the fields that fed your people awaited you that night, and so too in the morning.

You ignored the strange looks and jeers of your fellows, for you had found something more important than their acceptance; the unconditional love found only in someone willing to spend the rest of their life with you. Although you both still attended to your respective duties, every spare moment was spent in each other’s company. You gave each other small gifts (hers were bigger than yours), ate your meals together (she often joked about how you were ‘bite sized’; you were careful not to fall in anyways), read books and poetry together (you would sit on her shoulder so she could hear you), and even taught each other martial arts. You can still see her smiling face looking down at you as you demonstrated and explained how each technique worked, and how she would do the same for you- moving gracefully, yet with the strength and precision of a trained warrior. What she had showed you had come in use more times than you could count.

You wished desperately that the same wouldn’t apply to her, but eventually your peaceful existence was shattered by the arrival of a strange man- a giant, like your beloved, and a sorcerer. He called himself ‘Shang Tsung’. He spoke of the new ruler of Edenia, Shao Kahn, who had bested King Jerrod in combat and taken over- folding the realm into his own, Outworld. The same fate was to befall your people, and the sorcerer offered your lover a choice- to surrender the Realm, or to agree to the terms of ‘Mortal Kombat’. Without hesitation, she agreed to do battle with him.

You were powerless; unable to do anything as the fight was met between the two. They fought outside of the city, in full view of everyone as they viciously beat each other, blood flowing freely- but in the end, the sorcerer’s magic won out. The woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, despite her strength, skill, and tenacity, stood before the sorcerer- dazed and reeling from his last spell- when it happened.

The sorcerer grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground. She struggled weakly in his grasp, as glowing green energy began to swirl around her, only for the fight to seemingly leave her body all at once. The sorcerer dropped her to the ground, laughing cruelly as the impact shook the earth and her impression was carved into the countryside. For a moment, her head seemed to turn to the side, and you could swear that she looked at you…

…and then, green flame began to lick across her body. Her eyes watered, and a howl of pain escaped her throat as they consumed her. You stood there, frozen- helpless to do anything but watch before your mind caught up with the horror you were seeing- then broke off in a sprint towards her prone form. By the time you arrived, it was already too late. The indent her body had made was filled with nothing but ash and dust.

When the sorcerer Shang Tsung spoke again, his words barely reached your ears in your shock, horror, and despair. “Fifty years until the next tournament,” he declared, “prepare a champion for yourself, or submit to Shao Kahn’s rule!” With that, he turned away, not sparing the ashes or the city another look as he stepped through a glowing green vortex.

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Over four hundred and fifty years have passed since that day. With your guardian gone, the city fell into depredation as threats that were once easily dealt with took dozens of the cities finest to take down. Every fifty years, Shao Kahn would send one of his minions to take part in this “tournament”- if it could even be called that. The vast differences in size between your people and the Outworlders meant that each match lasted seconds- or longer, if the opponent was particularly cruel. Melted by acidic spit, impaled on knifes taller than houses, stepped on these terrible fates were met by some of the bravest warriors you had known, all so more time could be bought in the vain hope that Shao Kahn would be defeated by someone else before your Realm was subsumed…

At first, your sorrow was without end; the unfairness of it all, the injustice not just in the fall of your people, but in the death of your lover. It was too much; you took to drinking, neglecting the body that you once took pride in. It was all you could do to stave away the depression and ennui that wracked your mind and soul. You contemplated suicide, but could never find the courage to do it. The conditions in the city grew worse and worse, and after the ninth tournament you finally gave up on living there. You fled into the wilderness, built a small hideaway for yourself, and waited. If years of neglect did not kill you, perhaps something out here would, you thought.

You stewed in self-hatred and self-pity for weeks, when it finally hit you- would she have wanted this, if she was still around? You stood up, abruptly; no! She wouldn’t have! She was your lover and a warrior; she would hate to see you like this! Furious at yourself, you smashed a bottle of liquor that you had brought with you into the ground. You had to atone for this error, and with the tournament coming up sometime in the next several decades there was only one thought on your mind- you must win.

You trained harder than you ever had before, regaining the strength you had lost and then some. You honed your skills, fighting wild beasts and those who would prey on the weak during these trying times. You constructed weapons, armor; honed your skills in the martial arts. Ten years alone were spent creating the instrument of your revenge; a poison, derived from the deadliest substances and toxins found in your Realm. One strike with the tip of a poisoned spear was enough to bring down the largest of monsters your world had to offer in a matter of seconds; you could only pray that it would do the same for whatever creature arrived on the day of the tournament.

One day, you woke with a strange feeling in your stomach, and you knew that day had arrived. After putting on some light armor and taking some tea that would hone your mind and dull pain, you grabbed your best spear- which you had prepared carefully with poison- and stepped outside of the abandoned building you had called home, having returned to the city to wait for the Outworlder’s arrival. A crowd had gathered, and looking up you immediately saw the reason why.

Despite having seen many strange Outworlders over your years, you still took pause at the figure standing outside of the city. A woman- tall, buxom, with raven hair that just barely came down past her shoulders. Her skin was lightly tanned, and was nearly on full display; the ‘suit’ she wore- if it could even be called that- was Edenian in style, dark purple, and just barely covered her nipples and the sides of her breasts, leaving her cleavage on full display. Her torso was bare as well, save for the strips of cloth that connected the top of her suit to the bottom, revealing her toned, muscular belly and the deep cave of her navel. The cloth covered more once it reached her crotch, but you could imagine that it would show off her ass as much as it did her heavy breasts.

Her eyes glared at the city, and you couldn’t help but notice the hungry look in her eyes. Was it bloodlust, or was her hunger more literal than that? The purple facial mask- also in an Edenian style, covering everything from the nose down- made her expression inscrutable. You made your way quickly towards the front of the crowd, which parted as you passed through it. Most cast their gazes downward, but a scant few dared to raise their heads and voices as you passed them by. You were the last hope of your people, and no matter how small that hope was or how unlikely your victory you were prepared to fight for the them, yourself, and the one you had lost.

The giantess cast her gaze downward as you reached the front of the crowd, and a chuckle escaped her lips. Her voice had a strange rasp to it, one that you couldn’t chalk up to age given her nubile body.

“Pathetic,” she hissed, “glad that I am to serve my father’s will, stepping on insects is beneath a princess of Outworld.” She bent over- breasts wobbling ponderously- and extended a hand downward, towards you. The crowd backed up behind you, a massive shuffling of feet and bodies that still couldn’t match the overwhelming volume of the woman’s voice. You stayed still; it was customary for opponents to speak to each other before Kombat, and the rules of the tournament stated that Kombat had to be declared before being met. To do otherwise would risk the wrath of the Elder Gods.

Long fingers wrapped around your torso and under your legs, scooping you into the palm of her hand. The motion was gentle for someone who was to be your opponent, though rougher than the handling you had received from your lover. You would have preferred to step onto it, because of that, but there wasn’t any good way to communicate that with a person of such extreme size. Slowly- teasingly, you realized- she brought her hand slowly upwards. Her other hand ran sensuously down the length of her body as it passed you were brought up to her face; first tracing over the curve of one of her breasts, then down her side, brushing past her flat stomach, before resting on her hip.

“So,” she began, “have you gnats finally seen reason, or are you to be my opponent?” Her eyes were orange; reptilian. Not at all like the Edenian you knew so long ago.

“I am the champion of my people, the Lillipu’ti,” you answered, “here to face you in Mortal Kombat.”

“You? Face me? Hah!” she laughed, the sound strangely melodious despite the roughness of her throat. “We shall see how well you fair on even ground, warrior. To be honest, I’m surprised at how calm you are. Shang Tsung has told me that your kind are usually meek and cowardly.”

At the mention of the sorcerer’s name, your blood began to boil. You clenched your spear tighter; gritted your teeth. “I will kill you first, vile creature! Then I will kill that sorcerer, and then Shao Kahn! I swear it!”

Her monstrous eyes narrowed, and she nearly closed her fist around your body. You held your spear defensively, but you knew that nothing could stop her if she decided to crush you, then and there, save for the Elder Gods. She caught herself, but her eyes still radiated hatred towards you as her other hand travelled up to the hem of her mask so she could pull it down. You recoiled in horror at the sight.

“Vile?” she asked, smiling, but with clearly suppressed rage in her voice. Her teeth were long, most longer than your entire body, and each one looked razor sharp. She had no lips, either, and even if she did it looked like it would be impossible for her to close them with how big her teeth were. Behind the gaps between her teeth you could see her mouth; her tongue shifted wetly as she spoke. Her breath smelled like barely cooked meat as she spoke; at least you knew why she wore the mask now.

“You dare to address Mileena, the daughter of Shao Kahn in such a way? I was going to give you a quick death, but now you won’t be so lucky,” she said, her voice growing louder and more manic as she did, “I’ll rip you in two and eat your legs! Then I’ll let you watch as I topple this wretched anthill to the ground before I finish you off.”

She replaced her mask, cocking her head at you. You stood firm, but you clutched your spear tightly enough to make your knuckles white. “How does that sound?”

“Over my dead body, witch,” you replied. She laughed at that, the sound echoing in your ears.

“That’s the idea!”

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The two of you stood across from each other, separated by an incredibly long distance to you, but only a few short strides for her. You held your spear up straight- both to look dignified for the few who dared to spectate the match, and in the hope that if she stepped on you, it would pierce her foot before you got crushed. She carried no weapons- though you could see loops on her outfit where she might tuck daggers, or similar things- rightfully confidant that someone of her size wouldn’t need them.

A familiar green portal appeared off to the right, as Shang Tsung and a strange bald man with pale skin stepped out of it. You nearly fell over at the sight of the sorcerer, who had hardly aged a day since you had saw him last. Burning hatred filled your body, but you couldn’t do anything about it- not yet, at least.

“We are here to spectate and ensure that the proper protocols are followed,” he announced, looking between you and Mileena. Recognition flashed in his eyes as he looked at you, and his smile seemed to grow just a little. “Mortal Kombat cannot be refused by either party. The battle only ends when one of you is dead. Are you ready to begin?” Mileena nods; you do too. “Then lets begin,” Shang Tsung speaks, “Round One… FIGHT!”

You lower your spear as Mileena sashays towards you, confidently; she did not merely crush you, but your current situation was no less dangerous. She could do any number of things to end your life in an instant, even without the possibility of her using magic. You could be crushed beneath her heel, bitten in half, or just as easily swallowed whole… you shrugged those disturbing thoughts off as her foot drew nearer. With a cry, you ran forward, spear raised in a charge.

Before the tip of your spear could connect with her boot, Millena leapt into the air- easily reaching a dizzying height with one swift movement. You looked up, and her body eclipsed the sun as she fell forward towards you. You braced yourself as she landed, the impact shaking the ground around you and knocking you flat on your back- where you discovered that, yes, her suit did show off quite a bit of her ass. You quickly tried to scramble to your feet, but the tip of her boot found its way to your chest almost immediately, pressing down on you with near crushing force.

Mileena stared down at you, smugly, “I. Win.”

You clutched your spear feebly, your other arm ground and trapped beneath her foot. The spear’s lower end was also trapped, making it impossible to move. Struggling feebly under the monstrous woman’s overwhelming power, the man who had murdered the woman you loved only a short distance away, you began to feel an overwhelming despair. You had failed. Nothing mattered anymore; your situation was just as hopeless as it had been a half a millennium ago, when the love of your life was slain. It was stupid to think you could beat these Outworlders, who may as well have been gods to you.

Mileena pressed down on your body, and you grit your teeth as you felt your bones begin to creak. The worst of the pain was taken away by the effects of the tea you had imbibed, but the dull ache of your bones being ground to powder remained. Something snapped, and you feared it had been your spine at first- until your arm suddenly pulled free from between her boot and the hard ground, still clutching the top half of your spear. Teary eyed, struggling through the pain, you carefully reversed your grip on the weapon and stabbed it into the boot on top of you.

Mileena yelped in response, jerking her foot back as you drew blood. You didn’t dare look down at yourself, certain that you would pass out if you saw the extent of the damage she had done to your body. Mileena bent over once more, eyes filled with rage as she plucked the tiny half of your spear out from her boot, flicking it away without a second’s thought. If she were your size, she would be dead already. But you couldn’t be certain how long it would take for her. Probably not soon enough, as she quickly picked you up between her thumb and forefinger, nearly crushing your ribcage as she brought you up to her face once again.

“Miserable wretch! Insignificant insect! You die now!” she screeched, pulling her mask down to reveal her fanged maw once again. Her teeth parted, and she hooked a tooth underneath your armor- brushing its hard, saliva covered surface against your chest as she did. Her teeth chomped down, tearing your armor apart, and an instant later Mileena tossed her head back, letting you fall inside her mouth.

You sloshed onto the thick, wet tongue in a groaning heap. Her tongue wavered for a moment, depositing the scraps of your armor near the front of her mouth; she quickly leaned forward, causing you to slide towards her teeth. The scraps of metal fell out of her mouth, but you got caught between two of he fangs before the same could happen to you. Her head moved back, and you flopped backwards onto her tongue, your legs still caught in her teeth.

“Tasty,” Mileena muttered around her mouthful of you. Muscles aching, you pushed on her tongue to move yourself backwards, freeing your legs just as her teeth came down again. She gave a disappointed grunt, in response.
Mileena’s tongue bucked underneath you once again, once again placing you within range of her fearsome teeth. You were soaked in saliva, which painted and matted against your body at best and clung to your panting, exhausted form in thick, heavy clumps at worst. The scent of meat was omnipresent now, and a drawn out gurgle from the back of Mileena’s mouth- down her gullet- reminded you of why that was. Once again, you managed to escape the gnashing of Mileena’s teeth, throwing yourself backwards onto the soft muscle once more. This happened again, and again- Mileena apparently had little experience with devouring people alive, despite her fearsome appearance, and the gaps between her teeth also helped you avoid being bitten in half.

“Fine then,” Mileena growled around you, “I’ll drink the blood of one of your countrymen, instead.”

She began to tip her head backwards this time; you attempted to grab ahold of her tongue, but the serpent-like muscle was too slick, too big to grab a hold of. Your hand scrabbled against the spongy material of her taste buds, until your torso was nearly lodged in her throat. The dark tunnel wavered, rippling almost fluidly in waves. Saliva cascaded around you, and with one final toss of her head you fell into Mileena’s throat.

Your face was mashed against the tough, rippling muscles of her gullet as you were carried downwards, a waterfall of saliva and heavy mucous joining you as you were forced towards the belly of the beast. Her heart was beating rapidly as you passed it, sending blood flowing through her veins- you could only pray that it also carried the poison from your spear. Your lungs burned for oxygen, and you nearly passed out in her throat as you neared your gurgling, groaning prison- your consciousness fading- only to start awake as your head was suddenly forced through a tight muscle, into an open space. Mileena’s stomach.

You were forcibly crammed into the giant woman’s belly, the sphincter working over your tired body until you landed inside the fleshy, sloshing pit. As you had suspected, a large amount of her stomach space was taken over by digesting meat, which mostly had the consistency of mud by now. Her belly smelled heavily of blood and bile, with a subtle spicy scent that might’ve been alcohol of some sort. You sank quickly into the sludge, but were able to scrabble upwards through the slick sludge, grabbing a slice of meat half as long as your body to use as a raft. Despite how monolithic Mileena herself had been, her stomach was surprisingly cramped- you had expected to find a vast cavern, but instead the churning sack was barely large enough to hold the meal she had eaten, as well as yourself.

Though, you realized, you were one and the same at this point. Your attempts to kill your opponent had been no less suicidal than when you had ran into the wilderness to die; even if your poison did kill the monstrous woman who ate you, she would still be counted as the victor of the tournament, you were certain. You had failed. Nothing could change that; if Mileena didn't consume it in as gluttonous revenge, it would be enslaved by Shao Kahn. Despair consumed your body, even as a tingling sensation marked Mileena's literal digestion of your tiny form.

A deafening belch rang out around you, and suddenly you were forced under the hot slush as the air inside Mileena’s stomach was suddenly expelled from it. You sank quickly, lungs filling up with the thick goop; a mixture of meat and stomach acid that tingled as it was forced down your throat. A heavy movement from outside shook your surroundings; she was patting her stomach, you realized.

“Delicious,” she said. There was a pause, and she let out a barking laugh afterwards, jostling you once more. On the cusp of consciousness, you heard your hated enemy, Shang Tsung, speak once more:

“Mileena wins! Fatality!”

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You gasped awake, breath shuddering into your empty lungs as you found yourself naked on an immense stone dais. You looked down at your naked body to find it restored; in fact, you felt great! But although you looked the same, you felt strangely light, at the same time- immaterial, almost.

“There. As agreed, I’ve brought his soul to you, Mileena, and restored him to a half-life,” a man’s voice, deep, spoke out. You looked up to see the strangely pale man that had accompanied the sorcerer; across from him was Mileena, who looked at you with something like glee. You got up to run, but the giantess quickly snatched you up, holding you tightly in her clenched fist.

“Thank you, Quan-Chi,” she spoke eagerly, “I did not get to torment him as I had wished!”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “A minor matter for my powers. If it pleases you so much, tell your father. And… have fun with your new ‘pet’.”

Mileena nodded eagerly in response, looking down at you. You made eye contact with her, and her eyes flashed with malicious glee. Though you couldn’t see it, you could feel her grin widening beneath her cloth mask, as she carried you out of the dark room and towards your new life.