Deep inside an old bunker facility, a Titaness has been sleeping for decades. The world has changed drastically.

How will the Titaness react to her new surroundings when she awakens?

CONTENT: Giantess, Fantasy, Post-Apocalypse, Crushing, Feet, Desert, Mutants, Blaster, Science Fiction, Thriller, Drama

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The Awakening of 89

For weeks, Pariah had been alone. Just traveling… searching. But in this region, there was almost nothing… Only ruins of a forgotten time. No fields, no irrigation systems, not a living soul.

The sun beat down on her wings like an oven, drying them out more and more. She desperately needed to find water, but where? She flew low over the endless desert, her antennae twitching at every tiny change, but she found nothing useful… Hunger gnawed at her guts, but thirst… that was the real killer. It made every breath an agony, and her eyes burned so badly she could barely keep them open.

Here in the east, there was absolutely nothing… but she didn’t dare fly west! She knew there was a settlement of Giant-bunnies there… and where there was one, another wasn't far. They would crush her and absorb her last energy before she knew what was happening. So she had no choice but to continue here, in the desolate territory of the Bugs.

She had to find something eventually!

Then, finally, she saw something!

Below, half-buried under dunes, a small, filthy village. Huts made of scrap and rusted metal, surrounded by barbed wire that looked like a final act of defiance against the apocalypse. And there they were: Hybrids. Like her. Antennae, shells, wings – deformed shapes scurrying in the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat. They weren't humans who would see her as a freak, nor Giants who only wanted to crush her, nor Bugs who wanted to eat her… They were Hybrids like her! Beings who could understand her!

But… Was this even real?

Or was she imagining it? A mirage of her own wishes?

She landed in the distance, crouched behind a boulder, and watched. Sniffed. The smell of sweat, rotten food, and… water. Fresh water. Her mouth felt even drier, craving just a drop! A single drop of that wonderful element!

Even though she was still skeptical and afraid, thirst won. She couldn't wait any longer. With her wings folded, she crept closer. Since an old injury left her unable to speak, she typed a greeting into the foldable tablet she flipped out from her armband. She wanted to write, “Hello. I'm like you. Just need water.” but she never got the chance. Just two seconds of inattention and it was over for her.

A hiss, then the impact. A net of sticky fibers exploded around her, wrapping around her wings, her whole body, yanking her to the ground like a trap for vermin. She crashed into the sand and panic surged, acidic saliva dripping from her mouth as she tried to free herself. Too late. They were there – Hybrids, their eyes cold and emotionless, weapons in their claws.

“Who sent you, you dung beetle?” roared the first one, a burly guy with spider legs and a face full of scars. He kicked out, hitting her rib. Pain exploded, making her whimper – a silent scream stuck in her throat. She fumbled for her tablet, typing frantically: No one. Im Alone. Need water.

“Looks like she can’t talk…” remarked a gaunt guy with an eyepatch.

But the burly one didn't care. Another kick, this time to the stomach. “Liar! Spying for the Giants, huh? Trying to find our location so they can come and trample us! Wouldn't be the first time they used broken souls. So talk!!”

Fists rained down, but what could she do? She hadn't lied!

She curled up, protecting her head where the old gunshot scar throbbed with pain. The world blurred, her breath rattling. She couldn't take this. Not again. She kept typing while being beaten: “Please! I'm telling the truth.”

Eventually, they stopped. Maybe because they read her tablet, maybe because she didn't scream – she couldn't anyways. 

The leader, a sleazy type with mandibles that clicked when he spoke, stared at her. “Alright. Seems like you're just a stray. But you have to prove yourself. Nothing's free here, sweetie. Our supplies are tight – Bugs eat everything, Giants trample the rest flat if they ever show their fluffy faces around here…”

He tossed her a dented bottle, a mouthful of water that felt like liquid salvation! She drank greedily and quickly, making a mess, as always. Drops ran down her chin, mixing with blood, but she needed that water so badly!

“You want more? Earn it! There's an old facility, a few miles north. Sealed, traps everywhere – no Giant or human gets in. A Hybrid? Maybe. You look lean, small, and quick enough for such a mission. And that acid stuff might give you an edge. So… Break in, open the gates from inside. Bring us everything you find: weapons, tech, supplies. Whatever is valuable… Then you get water and your share. Or piss off and die in the desert!”

She stared at him, her antennae trembling. But she had no choice, did she? She would let herself be used as a tool. But at least… she could maybe survive. She nodded, typing: “Agreed.”

+++

The sun had reached its zenith and beat down on them with intense heat as they approached the rock formation. The facility already looked eerie and threatening – massive steel gates, dark and gleaming, framed by a shimmering, bluish energy field that made the air hum. Pariah’s antennae twitched nervously. She knew this energy field would fry her if she got too close… But that was a defense probably originally meant against the Giants… There had to be another way in, surely…

Far behind Pariah, concealed among the rocks, the marauders lurked. She felt their gazes like pinpricks on her neck. One of them stood up and pointed in a direction when he noticed how clumsily she was proceeding.

Her eyes followed his gesture and then she finally saw the well-concealed ventilation shafts nestled among some boulders.

She moved on while the others simply waited at a safe distance. Apparently, this mission was far more dangerous than they had described.

She swallowed nervously. If she didn't return, they'd simply forget her! She was insignificant anyway… But if she succeeded… Then she would have water. Food. A place for living. For the first time in years, perhaps, a community? Maybe she wouldn't be alone anymore?

She had to focus on the possibilities… cling to hope!

Carefully, she approached the ventilation shaft on the north side, half-buried in sand. The grates were rusty, bent… She looked down and flinched when she spotted a skeleton wedged between two rocks. Someone had obviously tried to get in here before. She looked around further. There were burn marks and…

Ah, there had been an energy field here too… but…

She threw a stone. Nothing happened. Today, there was no energy field here. Somehow it must have been deactivated or failed…

She pressed her wings tightly to her body, spat a little acid onto the screws until they hissed and disintegrated, and squeezed into the far-too-narrow shaft. Darkness and unbearable tightness. She was afraid of getting stuck!

Her antennae brushed against cold metal, feeling their way forward. Every sound echoed in her injured head like a thunderclap.

It hurt so much… it was so terribly uncomfortable…

And it took a damnably long time!

She gasped, exhausted. How long were these cursed shafts anyway?

There were several branching paths… Deeper.. 

A side path was blocked by the stinking, rotting body of a dead hybrid. Shocked and frightened, Pariah backed away. Better not go that way! It seemed to be a deadly dead end.

She crawled on… past huge fans, which thankfully were all switched off. 

She went deeper and deeper into this shaft system and finally… eventually, she heard the first hum – motion sensors.

A normal human wouldn't even have noticed them, but thanks to her antennae, she could fortunately feel these faintly humming things.

Nervously she held her breath (something she was particularly good at), crawled on to the first opening, and carefully turned the screws. When she could remove the metal grating, she kept a firm grip on it and gently placed it inside the shaft. She first had to look for the sensors. Or rather, feel for them…

Finally, she could locate them. Very good. Now she just had to avoid them like the plague.

She jumped softly from the shaft, landing quietly in a corridor that smelled of artificial material – completely unknown to her. Apart from the hum of the sensors, her own breathing, and her footsteps, it was absolutely silent.

She was about to take a breath and noticed just in time that this air was not breathable!

"Poison gas," she thought. A full breath would have killed her! 

No wonder no one had made it out of here. That was probably another hurdle… Fortunately, she could hold her breath for a long time, otherwise she'd have a big problem right now. But she would have one sooner or later if she stayed here long…

But she didn't want to panic now. She proceeded calmly and very cautiously, looking around.

Fortunately, the emergency lighting was still working… dim but sufficient. She found Laboratories. Shattered glass beakers, overturned tables, screens that had been dead for decades. It reminded her of office buildings in a devastated city… But it was also somehow different… strange…

At the end of the corridor, she came to a large door. Next to it was a control panel… Could she simply? Yes!

When she tapped it with her hand, the door slid open automatically.

Behind it was a hangar – vast, echoing. In the middle, an old aircraft, half-dismantled. Armor plates, gun turrets, crates of ammunition that probably still worked. Her heart beat faster. This was more than a treasure. But why had all this been left behind? What had happened here?

She went back into the corridor and searched further… Found more offices, storage rooms… and then on a higher floor… something…. Was that some kind of control room? Yes, it had to be. From here she could see into the hangar, where she had just been, through a glass pane. On the other side of the room was another pane, but it was so dark behind it that she could see nothing but her own reflection. She really couldn't make out anything in that room. She would definitely have to check that out later!

She went around a corner to another control-panel and flinched at the sight of a rotten corpse on the ground! 

Looking at it she could tell that this former human was fighting against a wild creature of some sorts. This place was horrible! But she had to continue her mission… had to focus!

Then she saw a red sign: "Internal Defense Systems," next to a whole bunch of "ON/OFF" switches for various systems….

"Poison Gas"? What happens if I…

When she flipped the switch to OFF, a ventilation system activated and she felt a strong draft.

After a while she dared to breathe again; the air was better! Almost pure!

Her eyes wandered further over the control panel. "Emergency Equipment?" She pressed it. A light came on behind her. There, behind a glass door, was a room with protective suits, gas masks, and… weapons! Lots of them!

But clearly some of the suits were missing.

Her heart pounded. Well, there you go! That was already worth it! The marauder hybrids would be proud of her!

Or would they..? Or would they just kill her?

She breathed heavily. Who could say? No one was truly friendly, let alone kind-hearted, in such a terrible world.

Maybe she should just stay here?

If she could find food and water, this could be her super protected home!

Now, since the ventilation System was running, no one would be able to pass those giant fans.

But so far… She found no food … no trace of vital resources… So she had to keep searching.

She looked around the room further and found an old terminal that still seemed to function.

A flickering screen on standby – as if someone had forgotten to turn it off properly. She tapped it with trembling fingers. A video log started playing.

A man in a black-and-white uniform, his face gray with exhaustion.

"Day 218 of Year 21. The giant bunnies have been successfully pushed back from this territory. Our 'secret weapon' appears to be the key to our salvation!"

Cut. The same man, weeks later. Eyes red.

"We should have known. Insectoids! After the bunnies were pushed out here, we're increasingly dealing with these beasts! Our defenses aren't designed for this… We… have to adapt our secret weapon… reprogram it… but we have no idea if it's even suitable for such challenges!"

Cut. "Our secret weapons handle these vermin quite well! Better than expected. But our security officer thinks the defense systems still might have big weaknesses. We may need to upgrade.!"

Cut. “The bugs are overrunning us! We are under severe attack! …”

Final entry. Darkness in the background, only his voice.

"Evacuation ordered. We cannot hold the facility. All units out. If anyone sees this… I'm sorry. We have… and … underestimated…. lost everything….. Must protect… towards… "

The video had more and more dropouts, finally cut off, and started again from the beginning.

She scratched her antennae. "Huh? So that corpse over there might be him? Poor guy.” 

She thought deeper. “But what is the secret weapon? And how was is soo damn good that they could push back the giant bunnies? Those giant creatures that are extremely powerful!"

She stared at the screen. There was no new information, but she was somehow deeply affected. Her breathing became shallow. This was… history. Real history. Not the vague rumors one picked up. This was real. Reports from an old military unit! And she was the first in decades to see it.

But what was she supposed to do with this info? She couldn't eat it….

Had to keep searching… somewhere else. Maybe there were still supplies somewhere?

+++

She went back into the corridor… Down several more floors… onward. Deeper and deeper. Until she came to a thick steel door that gave her an oddly sinister impression. Maybe it was the weakly flickering emergency lighting in the corridor; in any case, she was afraid.

But she had to keep going, so she pulled herself together and opened the large, heavy door.

Behind it was pitch black! And even though she couldn't see the slightest thing, she knew this room was enormous! She could feel it with all her senses!

This had to be the room! Yes! When she looked up, she could make out a faint glimmer of light falling into this hall from the control room.

But she also saw something that confused her: Stars? There were many small points of light on the ceiling… making it look like the open night sky… But it was still daytime. So they had to be artificial lights… But why so faint? And so many of them?

Anyway, the room scared her. She felt herself beginning to tremble. Why did she feel like this? It was just a dark hall… and she sensed there were no other living beings here…

She swallowed again and simply walked on… into the darkness…

On and on. The room seemed endless, and the door behind her was now also just a rather small light.

Then she noticed something ahead… something bulky. She moved closer, feeling a soft material. It felt almost like skin, but cold… What the hell?

Her fear rose rapidly. What was this?

Trembling, she took a few steps back until she bumped into a steel pillar… and heard a soft hum. It… was a switch!

Carefully, she felt for the switch… and…

Suddenly, lights came on! First in the back of the room… then here, then by the door where she had entered.

But what she saw was so completely different from what she expected that her breath caught in her throat. When she realized what it was, she flinched, wanted to run, but her mind told her: "No! Whatever this is, it's not alive. It has no warmth, no pulse, nothing that makes a living being…", but her eyes told her: "It's a Giant! A human Giant!"

She was standing right in front of the toes, the big toe was as big as she was! That was the soft material she had touched earlier; and it had indeed felt like skin! It was a freaking foot!

Trembling, she looked up…. The colossal legs were encased in metal armor… further up were the athletic thighs… a female waist, nicely curved breasts… and… a beautiful face that seemed to be sleeping.

She looked like a human woman, but gigantic, with cables and pipes inserted into her everywhere.

Was this the secret weapon? Some kind of colossal robot or something?

She was certainly a true colossus, about 200 feet tall, if she estimated correctly! The body seemed half organic, half made of gleaming metal. Or was it? 

Notably, the body was covered in scars, dents, and scratches. Possibly from plasma and projectiles?

She had definitely been through some fights… Obviously she was truly a war machine! A titanic figure that seemed threatening even in its sleep.

The head was slightly tilted forward, as if dreaming. Huge, closed eyes. 

Dust lay everywhere on her armor, making her appear almost completely gray, like a statue. One arm hung limply, the other rested on a gantry from which pipes emerged that ended in her body.

Pariah swallowed again. Her fear was unfounded. This is just a machine… a destroyed or at least badly damaged machine. Not a living being. But certainly immeasurably valuable!

She thought, trying to imagine how high the value of such a weapon might be… but she couldn't conceive of a number. It had to be worth more than an entire warehouse full of gold!

Driven by flaring greed, she unfolded her wings and fluttered up. Flew a little around the female robot, but the longer she looked at her, the more she noticed how… human she was. The curves, the soft lines of the face, the closed eyes that seemed almost peaceful. Beautiful. And at the same time, so sad… so lost...

Pariah landed carefully on the giant's huge hip. The material beneath her seemed to be some kind of plastic. She crawled further up, her hands and boots clicking softly on the metallic armor. Several cables were attached to her navel. Some of them hung loose, as thick as Pariah’s arm. She pulled gently on one – it came free with a dull plop. Golden contacts flashed. She sniffed at it. That was real gold! That alone was unbelievably valuable!

She scrambled further up her body… past the huge, rounded breasts. They were really shaped in a very human way. It felt oddly strange to crawl over such a huge, lifeless body!

Her heart beat faster as she looked up at the sleeping face. She was truly beautiful! Why had they chosen this design for a war machine? What was the reason?

Deep inside, she felt the urge to touch the huge face, and stretched out her hand. But… as her hand touched the skin…

Her breath caught.

The eyes suddenly flew open! Huge and menacingly staring right at her!

Pariah felt a shudder, as the giant's huge hand came shooting toward her!

+++

Pariah recoiled instinctively, pushed off from the giant body with all her might, and let herself fall.

Fear had accompanied her ever since she entered this facility – but now she was in full panic mode.

Her wings beat wildly to keep her from slamming hard into the ground, but then the Robo-Giantess's leg was already lifting! A stifled sound escaped Pariah as she rolled to the side. The giant foot missed her by mere inches and thundered onto the ground right next to her. It was gigantic – big enough to crush several trucks at once!

No time to think!

Pariah sprang up again, catapulted herself off the ground, and used the momentum of her wings to lengthen her jump – and that saved her life. At that very moment, a massive energy charge discharged directly behind her! The shockwave hurled her through the air, but she narrowly escaped the plasma shot that literally vaporized the ground behind her.

No wonder they had called this being a secret weapon! The arm blaster the Giantess had just fired was big enough to be mounted on a warship!

Pariah slammed into a wall and stuck there for a fraction of a second, completely dazed. Her limbs screamed for rest, wanted to just give up – but when she opened her eyes and saw the Giantess aiming her blaster directly at her again, panic won out.

"Shit!"

She let herself fall, rolled across the floor – another flash of light, a tremendous tremor, and the ground behind her burst apart. The shockwave caught her, hurled her away again, but this time she had more control. She used the momentum, spread her wings, and headed for the exit!

"Get out! I have to get out!"

Everywhere in the room, the lights switched to red. A mechanical voice echoed through all still-functioning speakers: "Red alert. Intruder. Red alert. Intruder!"

Pariah ran for her life – and she had to, because the heavy door at the end of the room was slowly beginning to close!

She sprinted, jumped, and just managed to slip through before the door slammed shut with a booming clang.

Gasping, she stopped – and noticed it immediately: poison gas was being pumped into the room! The defense systems were active again!

"Damn, don't breathe!"

She held her breath and ran on through the corridors where the alarm light flickered ominously. "Back the same way! I have to hurry!"

She raced through corridors, past destroyed labs and overturned tables, until she finally found the ventilation shaft. With a leap, she jumped in and crawled through the narrow tubes as fast as she could toward the outside. The corpse in the shaft? This time, she barely noticed it. She just wanted to get away. Fast. Out.

When she finally crawled out into the open, she took a deep breath – but she didn't allow herself any rest. Her thoughts raced: The marauders were waiting out there somewhere. They had seen her enter the facility. And she had taken almost nothing. No loot. No weapons. No supplies.

Her whole mission had been useless! They would kill her.

Without thinking further, Pariah unfolded her wings and launched herself into the air. She just wanted to get away. Far from this place. Yet another stop in a life full of horrors, where everyone and everything always only wanted to kill her.

But she didn't get far.

A bang tore through the silence. A burning pain ripped through her abdomen – her eyes widened in shock as she saw the blood. A second shot hit her wing, shattering the thin membrane.

She staggered, lost control, and crashed.

+++

Pariah landed hard in the dusty sand, a cry of pain escaping her as she impacted. Dazed, she clutched her abdomen and immediately felt blood welling over her hand. But before she could even react, a kick caught her in the side.

"Hey! Thought you'd run off, did you?" Another kick followed. "Wanted all the loot for yourself, you lousy little traitor! But you can forget that!"

The guy ripped the small leather pouch from her belt and roughly rummaged through it, while his comrades moved closer. Pariah curled up in pain, terrified of what would come next.

"There's nothing but junk in here! You didn't find anything valuable? In that high-security facility?"

With her last ounce of strength, Pariah fumbled for her tablet and typed: "There is... inside... weapons..."

The thug couldn't read and shoved one of the others – the sniper, as it turned out. He read the words aloud, but that only made the leader angrier.

"If there are weapons in there, why didn't you bring any, you stupid brat? Then you leave me no choice but to—"

He fell silent as the ground trembled. A tremor. Then another. And another.

He whipped his head around. "What was that?"

The others shrugged, looking around nervously – but they couldn't see anything. Not yet.

Then the massive gate of the military facility began to open. Heavy machinery rumbled as it hoisted the multi-ton steel door upward. Slowly, it revealed the hangar beyond.

The marauders stared in disbelief. "What the hell? That's never happened before!"

Outlines became visible inside the hangar: a half-destroyed aircraft, crates, equipment. One of the men shouted: "Hey, this is our chance! There must be tons of loot in there!"

He was about to run for it… but… then they saw her: The Giantess!

She ducked to pass under the huge steel door, straightened up, let her gaze sweep across the area – and locked onto the group. Then she raised her arm with the blaster and stomped directly toward them with thundering steps.

"Damn! A Giant? Here?!" screamed the sniper, diving behind a rusty car wreck. 

The others ran blindly in all directions, driven by pure panic.

WWWWWUUUUUUZZZZZZZ!

A deafening blast. Two of the fleeing men were hit by a precise blaster shot – they literally disintegrated into pieces. Where they had just been running, now only a large scorched mark stretched across the sand.

Pariah's heart raced, but she felt her strength fading. She was slowly bleeding out. With immense effort, she tried to crawl, to drag herself somewhere...

WWWUUUUUUUZZZZZZ!

Another shot. This time it hit the thug. He didn't even scream – his body simply vaporized, dissolved into nothing.

The sniper trembled all over, sweat streaming down his face. He emerged from cover, raised his rifle toward the Giantess's head, fired – but the shot ricocheted harmlessly, as if he'd shot at a tank with paintballs. Trembling and paralyzed, he sank to the ground, knowing he had no chance of escape.

Thundering, the Giantess drew closer until she towered directly over Pariah and the sniper. With a disgusted look, she gazed down at the two of them.

"What are you supposed to be?" her voice boomed. "Intelligent Bugs?"

She lifted her colossal bare foot over the sniper, who fell onto his back and stretched his arms up shakily.

"I'll crush you if you don't tell me immediately who you are – and why you guys broke into our base!"

The hybrid stammered: "I... I... please, don't hurt me! I only did... what I was told..."

The foot lowered slowly. The warm skin of the sole touched him, pressing him into the sand.

"Wait... wait...! No!"

His scream choked into a gurgle, then there was only a wet, squelching sound as his body burst under the Giantess's weight.

She lifted her foot – and Pariah watched in horror as the sniper's mangled remains stuck partly to the sole.

And now that sole was coming toward her. Looming over her, blocking the sunlight.

"You, little one, are the last," the voice thundered from above. "I'll crush you too, unless you tell me who you are and where you come from."

Pariah wept. With a trembling arm, she pointed in the direction where the marauders' camp lay – she was incapable of doing more.

"Hmm... and why did you break into the base? How come you are bugs, but also… kinda human? What did you do to my friends?"

The foot descended.

Pariah wanted to answer, but she couldn't speak. What could she have said anyway? Now she lay here, tiny beneath this Giantess's foot. Her whole life she had lived as a bug, as half an insect – and now she was being crushed like one too. By a beautiful Giantess who looked so perfectly human.

It was a fitting end.

Somehow, she had made peace with dying under this foot.

Sobbing, she closed her eyes as the soft sole touched her and slowly pressed her into the ground. Her tears wet not only her own face, but also the artificial skin above her.

The pressure grew stronger and everything went dark.

+++

Everything was dark, blurry, and hazy. She... she felt terrible. Numbers and completely bone-dry cookies raced through her thoughts.... 23... So utterly dry and dusty. They would have been so delicious, but they were far too dry.

If only there were water somewhere.... 23.... 89.... What... what were those numbers? 89?

Then she felt water... warm water... it was so beautifully moist... No, it was sweat? From a giant foot?

She felt the enormous skin... The sole of a foot!

She... remembered... she had been crushed... by that... human Giantess... it... it had been almost a gentle death.

Wait a minute? Was she dead?

Pariah opened her eyes. She saw some light, but everything was blurred. She blinked... the image became clearer...

She saw... her... the Giantess. Her huge, sleeping face above her. It looked so peaceful. It was so quiet. Pariah felt no fear in this moment. Odd. 

Then Pariah realized something beneath her. Something warm. She turned her head to the side.... It was skin. Beautifully curved skin with furrows and lines, warm and wonderful.

She must be dead, because this felt like paradise. So close to this beautiful Giantess, being in her soft hand, and she didn't want to kill her! She was simply peaceful. And Pariah felt no pain at all!

But, this couldn't be real, could it?

She tried to move, to sit up, and then she noticed: Her abdomen was wrapped in bandages.

She looked at her wing: The membrane had been mended. It would take a while to heal... but it was clearly already healing.

And next to her, slightly elevated... lay a bag of sodium chloride solution, feeding into her through a thin tube. Fluid! She was being hydrated.

She wasn't dead. She was still alive... and someone had taken care of her, but why?

Her gaze wandered a bit around the huge dark room and then back up to the giant face, but this time the eyes were open, staring at her intensely and curiously. "Hey there, little one. Are you finally awake?"

Pariah flinched. Her instincts screamed at her to flee.

"Hey, no fear. I won't hurt you. Not this time. Promise," the Giantess whispered. Her voice was still loud, but at the same time, it seemed so calming.

Pariah moved her legs, trying to push herself further away from the Giantess, almost forgetting in the process that she was in her hand!

"Shhh... easy now," the Giantess whispered, lowering the index finger of her other hand toward Pariah. The fingertip alone was big enough to crush her, and Pariah feared that was exactly what would happen now... but instead, the skin of the fingertip touched her very gently and stroked across her body.

It was as soft as it could possibly be.

Pariah trembled, and at the same time, it felt incredibly good.

"You can't speak, can you? That's why you didn't answer my questions." The Giantess sighed. "I'm... I'm sorry I was so rough with you. I mistook you for an enemy."

Pariah stared at her with wide eyes. The Giantess grinned. "Hehe... You look kinda cute, staring at me like that with questions in your eyes. You're probably wondering why I didn't just crush you?"

Pariah nodded hesitantly.

The Giantess smiled understandingly. "After you fled the base, I monitored all the cameras and sensors. I could see the marauders shooting at you. I wondered why you were fighting each other. And I wanted to know why. So I decided to follow you..."

Pariah thought about it. The Giantess had come out of the base because of her. She looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

The Giantess cleared her throat. "Well. At that moment, I could have been a bit friendlier. But... I still didn't know who you were... I only knew the others were acting like complete assholes. Not only had they sent you in here, risking your life, but they were also willing to let you bleed out."

The Giantess paused. "By the way: I found a still functioning medi-bot in our base and used it to stop your bleeding. And I took care of you as best I could. Unfortunately, the infirmary is completely destroyed, so I've been holding you in my hand the whole time. I figured the skin is soft enough."

Pariah nodded and made a heart symbol with her two hands.

The Giantess grinned. "You're welcome cutie. It was the least I could do after scaring you like that and almost crushing you underfoot. Sorry again about that. That must have been pretty humiliating for you, being so powerless under my sole."

But Pariah shook her head.

This time, the Giantess raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What do you mean, no?"

Pariah pulled out her tablet and wrote: "I... wanted... to... die... like... that."

Moisture formed in the Giantess's eyes, almost as if she were about to cry, and Pariah wondered if that was even possible for a mechanical being: "Oh, no. Please don't say things like that, little one! I don't want you to die."

Pariah nodded and continued writing: "My life is terrible. Your foot was soft. Pleasant death."

The Giantess had to wipe water from her eye. "I'm so sorry to hear that. But I understand. I... after I brought you into the base and the medi-bot was treating you, I checked the surveillance system recordings. I saw everything, how you were treated by the marauders, how they forced you to come in here... and then... how... I fought you. I'm... truly sorry. That won't happen again! From now on, I'll look after you. Promise!”

She made a short pause and tried to smile again: “My designation is 89… But i have a name too, Wendi. By the way, WENDI stands for 'Warfare Electronic Navigational Driven Intelligence'... but even though I'm a war machine, I'm also built like a human with my own will, my own choices, and the ability to make moral judgments. And I've decided that I want to make sure you have a better life from now on."

Pariah's heart pounded heavily. That was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to her. Or that she had ever heard at all.

She wrote on her tablet: "Thank you. But I can't accept that. I'm just a burden."

Wendi shook her giant head. "No! You're not. When you broke in here, you proved what you're capable of. And I could use your help too, because I still don't know what happened here. All my friends are gone, and they could only leave fragments of information behind. I only know that I slept for 20 years. I don't know what the world is like now or what happened to my friends, my faction. I... need to go searching. You have wings and can help me search from the air. And I promise to always protect you. Is that okay? Do you agree?"

Pariah thought. She had always been alone... and this Giantess now seemed lonely too, having lost all her friends. Maybe they really could help each other.

With tears in her eyes, she looked up at the giant face and nodded vigorously.

Wendi smiled. "Then it's settled! We're a team now!"

Pariah needed time to heal. Her wounds weren’t fatal, but they were deep enough to keep her out of action for days — or rather, anchored to the warmth of Wendi’s hand. She moved carefully, every twitch of her wings, every step slow and deliberate. 

Wendi carried her from place to place, let the small medical drone change her bandages, and made sure she drank enough fluids.

One afternoon, as Pariah lay on Wendi’s chest, feeling the gentle, rhythmic pulse beneath her, the giantess began to speak.

“Back then, this whole area was green,” she said softly, almost reverently. “Fields as far as the eye could see. All for the base — food, oxygen, water purification. We were completely self-sufficient. And over there to the west… where that little marauder settlement is now…” She paused. “There used to be a small town we protected. Now it’s all gone. And the Base is heavily damaged. The irrigation system is destroyed, the ventilation only works on the east side. And the other systems… don’t look much better.”

Pariah looked up at her huge face with interest.

“I don’t have complete records,” Wendi continued. “But the fragments I do have point to constant fighting. Repeated attacks. The base was damaged piece by piece until it could no longer be held.” She sighed — a deep, mechanical sound that somehow felt almost human. “I myself was involved in a battle against giant anthro-rabbits. Took heavy damage. Fell into maintenance mode… and after that, I have no more memories.” Another pause. “And apparently no one had time to reactivate me. The rest I’ve had to piece together from what’s left… It looks like the base was eventually overrun. By those… bugs.” She gestured toward a few rotting corpses in the corner of the room.

Pariah nodded slowly. She reached for her tablet and typed:

“I know. They’re everywhere. Spread fast. But they don’t eat hybrids.”

Wendi read the words, her eyes shifting slightly as she processed the text. “And you’re one of those hybrids? How did that happen?”

“We were created. The bugs were resistant to both humans and the giant rabbits. They wanted to use that.”

The giantess shook her head. “That is morally extremely questionable.” Her voice softened. “But… Of course I’m glad you exist.”

Pariah was about to type something else when Wendi gently raised a finger.

“Honestly, it’s quite tiring reading on your little screen all the time. I have to keep zooming in, and then I lose awareness of my surroundings. It’s fine here in the base, but when we’re out there…” She thought for a moment. “Do you have a wireless interface? Maybe Purple Tooth?”

Pariah nodded. It was ancient technology — but so was her tablet.

“Good. Then please activate it and connect to 89-WENDI-DUO, code 31 5741 70637432.”

Pariah obeyed. A short beep, and the connection was established. She typed:

“That means ‘we stay together’, right?”

This time Wendi didn’t have to stare at the tablet anymore. The text appeared directly in her mind, as if written in the air right in front of her. A warm smile curved her lips.

“Perfect. That’s exactly what it means.”

Pariah typed: “You’re getting the text directly now?”

“Yes,” Wendi replied. “It’s a bit like artificial telepathy. It can be very useful when we’re on the move.”

Pariah tilted her head in wonder. “On the move where, exactly?” She looked up questioningly at Wendi’s face while the giantess’s chest rose and fell beneath her — a simulated breathing rhythm that was probably actually a cooling system for her internal mechanics. Pariah had spent what felt like her entire life wandering… but here, in this base… after just a few days she had already formed a strange attachment to the place. She didn’t really want to leave. Maybe it was simply because Wendi belonged here.

“Our orders were to head to the nearest allied base in case of emergency evacuation. In our case, that’s Theta 4.”

A hologram flickered to life in front of Wendi. A map glowed in the air. She pointed to a marked location. “It should be right about here. Roughly 500 miles away.”

“That’s really far,” Pariah typed, her face clearly showing her dismay.

“Not for me,” Wendi said calmly. “I can cover large distances on foot and walk day and night. It doesn’t bother me.”

Pariah’s antennae drooped. She stared at the glowing marker on the hologram, and something in her chest tightened painfully.

“500 miles…” she finally typed. “I won’t make it.”

Wendi felt the small figure on her chest tense up. Pariah’s body had gone rigid, her wings trembling almost imperceptibly.

“I’m not fully healed yet. My wing is still too weak.”

She silently started to cry again. It came from a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. Pariah had spent her whole life fighting to survive, always alone, always depending only on herself. But this journey… that was something else. On one hand, she didn’t truly want to leave because — ironically — she felt safe here. On the other, she was afraid the journey would simply be too much for her battered body.

She felt Wendi’s chest rise and fall beneath her. Then a warm, gentle pressure surrounded her — Wendi’s enormous hand had carefully settled over her like a living shield. Under normal circumstances Pariah would have panicked, terrified of being crushed… and truthfully, it would have been effortless for Wendi to squeeze her flat. But of course that wasn’t her intention. The giant fingers completely covered Pariah’s body and pressed her ever so softly against Wendi’s chestplate. It was a comforting embrace only a true giantess could give.

“Hey,” the giantess whispered. Her voice was especially soft this time, almost tender. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll look after you. And whatever you need, I’ll take it into account. I promise.”

Pariah didn’t answer. She only felt her heart clench again. She wasn’t even sure if it was sadness or joy — or some strange mixture of both. She only knew it felt good to be slightly squeezed so gently.

Wendi waited a moment, then smiled and said, “It’s my mission to find the next base. But if I take you with me, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. You won’t have to fly.”

She lifted her hand slightly and looked down at the tiny hybrid nestled on her chest. It was a little difficult because Pariah was sitting right there.

“You know… you look really cute like this. So small and sad. But you don’t have to be sad. We’re a team now. I’m not going to leave you alone.”

Pariah looked up in surprise. She wasn’t used to hearing anything like that. No one had ever called her “cute,” and no one had ever wanted to stay with her long-term — especially not when she was a burden. Most people just called her “filth” or “cockroach”… if they spoke to her at all.

Wendi continued, “You’re worried about the journey… but we’ll take supplies and…”

Pariah frowned in confusion, when Wendi raised her other hand and gently tapped the center of her own chest — right between her breasts, very close to where Pariah was sitting. “Here. There’s a special passenger spot designed right here. It was originally made for lightly wounded personnel. It’s soft, warm, and well-padded. If you wedge yourself in there, you can travel quite comfortably. You could even sleep while I walk.”

Pariah’s eyes widened. She looked at the gentle hollow between the two massive, soft curves. It really did look incredibly comfortable. Safe. Protected. She slowly crawled down and nestled herself into the spot. The synthetic material of Wendi’s top acted almost like a harness for her. It was perfect.

Pariah looked up and nodded, as if to say: “This works really well!”

But it was more than that. It was… closeness. She could clearly feel the artificial breathing… and even something like a heartbeat. She didn’t know exactly what kind of system this giant robot had, but it felt wonderful.

Wendi noticed how comfortable Pariah looked and smiled.

“And if you need to lie down,” she continued, “there are passenger cabins on my back inside the backpack module. I’ve already stored the medi-drone there… just in case.”

Pariah stared up at the giantess, her fingers trembling as she reached for her tablet.

“You’d really carry me that close to you? The whole time? Wouldn’t I annoy you?”

Wendi nodded. “Of course not. You don’t annoy me. I’m equipped with human-like emotions. I need company too.”

Pariah’s heartbeat quickened. She felt safe with Wendi. And it was so beautiful that this giantess actually liked her. She could barely comprehend it, but it felt wonderful. Wendi was becoming her new home.

“I’ve never…” she typed, then deleted it and started over. “I’ve never been this close to anyone without being afraid. Thank you. I’ll go with you anywhere.”

Wendi read the words. Her eyes grew slightly misty — just a soft, delicate shimmer.

“Then it’s about time,” she whispered, “that you get to be close to someone.”

+++

Wendi gave Pariah a little more time. Not out of hesitation — but out of care. She knew that people needed time to process things. Besides, there were still a few tasks that needed to be done.

The little hybrid used the time to explore further the base. Not far from Wendi’s hangar, she found an old storage room. Most of the supplies had rotted or crumbled away, but between the dusty shelves she discovered treasures: a portable water filter, still sealed. A small, sturdy metal canteen. And inside a weapons crate lay a lightweight handgun.

Pariah picked it up. The weapon was light and well-balanced. Its energy capacity was low — maybe enough for a few shots before it ran dry. But it was better than nothing.

She packed everything into a small bag she slung over her shoulder and returned to Wendi.

The giantess was sitting in the hangar, one leg stretched out, one knee drawn up. 

Diagnostic holograms flickered around her. She had run full system checks, fully charged her batteries, and tested every defense system in the base that still functioned.

“I can leave the external sensors active,” she said as Pariah approached. “Not everything, but it should be enough for the defense systems to operate properly while we’re gone.”

Pariah nodded and sat down on Wendi’s foot. The big toe beside her was as big as her entire body — yet she no longer felt any fear. Not of this body. Not of Wendi.

On the contrary, being close to this colossal giantess somehow calmed her deeply.

Wendi looked down at the tiny woman on her foot. “You really are adorable. I don’t think anyone has ever done that before. Most people keep a safe distance from my feet… and honestly, with good reason. After all, I’ve crushed quite a few under them.”

Pariah leaned back, feeling the warm surface against her back, and looked up at the giantess. Then she typed on her tablet:

“I feel safe. I’d even feel safe under your foot.”

As if to prove it, she stood up and lay down right next to the massive foot. Wendi raised an eyebrow and looked at her skeptically. “Aren’t you afraid this might trigger traumatic memories? I… I mean… I almost crushed you a few days ago.”

But Pariah just shook her head eagerly.

Wendi took a deep breath. “Alright then.” She lifted her toes slightly, rolled her foot onto its heel, and slowly moved her sole over Pariah. 

Then she lowered it with extreme care, placing the soft pad and toes of her foot over the tiny hybrid without applying any real pressure.

Pariah’s heart pounded hard. Not from fear, but from pure ecstasy. She knew Wendi could crush her with effortless ease. But she trusted her completely and knew the giantess was in full control and could be incredibly gentle.

After a short while Wendi lifted her foot again. “Is that enough? Was that some kind of trust exercise?”

Pariah stood up and typed:

“That’s roughly how you stepped on me last time. A bit more pressure, but still gentle. Even back then I realized you’re actually kind.”

Wendi stared at her intensely. It was true. She really hadn’t wanted to crush her — not after everything she had seen.

Pariah - still feeling the excitement deep in her - wanted to change the subject. She lifted her supply bag. “I’m ready to go. I’d like to take this with me.”

Wendi took the little bag and stored it in her backpack module. “No problem. I’ve packed a few things too, just in case. Are you really ready?”

Pariah nodded.

“Alright!” Wendi rose to her full height, then knelt down again carefully and held out her open hand in front of the small hybrid. “Then come into my hand. I’ll carry you for the start.”

Overjoyed, Pariah climbed into the giant palm. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found a friend like Wendi.

The robot giantess lifted her up and stood to her full height. She looked down at Pariah with an almost motherly smile. And… perhaps that was exactly what Wendi felt. The little one was like a daughter to her — someone she wanted to protect at all costs.

The thought was strange. Wendi was a war machine. She had been built to fight, destroy, and protect — but not like this. Not so tenderly.

And yet… it felt right.

Maybe she was capable of far more complex emotions than she had ever realized.

When she noticed how long she had been staring at the tiny hybrid, she quickly said, “We should get going.” Her voice echoed through the empty hangar. “There’s nothing left holding me here.”

She flipped a switch, extinguishing all the artificial lights. The hangar and storage rooms sank into darkness. Then she activated another switch, and the heavy metal gate screeched open.

“I couldn’t establish contact with any other bases,” she added. “No signal, no response. Maybe they’re gone. Maybe they changed frequencies. Or maybe it’s something else entirely.” She looked down at Pariah. “But staying here won’t get us anywhere. So… let’s go!”

The gate locked into place with a deep, groaning rumble. Daylight flooded in, harsh and blazing hot. Wendi stomped outside — each of her steps made the ground tremble and sent clouds of dust swirling around her feet like miniature explosions.

Pariah clung tightly to Wendi’s thumb and blinked against the blinding light.

The rhythmic tremors of her steps were strangely soothing. They had only taken a few strides, but Pariah already knew: this had to be the best way to travel.

Wendi turned around, about to close the gate again. That was when the first shots rang out.

Zzzzt — KRAKK!

A plasma bolt slammed into the sand right next to Wendi’s foot, kicking up a small plume of smoke.

The giantess flinched and instinctively closed her fingers around Pariah, almost curling her hand into a protective fist to shield the tiny hybrid as best she could.

“Go! Take her down!” a hoarse voice shouted. From behind a cluster of large rocks, a jeep rolled out. Standing in it was a hybrid — apparently the leader of the marauders.

The voice was excited, dripping with greed. “This is our chance! We can get into the base while the gate is still open! Hurry!”

Then he barked into a radio: “Snipers in position! Eliminate the giantess!”

Distant shots hissed through the air. From every direction, armed mercenaries emerged from their hiding spots — behind rocks, out of sand pits, from half-buried vehicle wrecks. There had to be at least twenty of them. Maybe more.

They had been waiting. They had known Wendi would eventually come out. And they were apparently confident enough to think this was a good plan.

Wendi could not — and would not — allow strangers to enter the base.

She raised her arm. Took aim… Plasma discharge!

WHOOSH…

The first vehicle — a modified off-road truck with a mounted machine gun — exploded in a blinding white flash. The jeep was literally torn apart, metal pieces spinning through the air like toys in a storm. The occupants… simply ceased to exist. Charred, vaporized, erased. As if they had never been there.

No screams.

Wendi kept moving. Her steps were heavy and unstoppable. A second vehicle tried to turn and flee — too late. Another blast, and it too collapsed into glowing scrap. Wendi stomped straight on it, flattening the remains beneath her foot as if they were nothing but aluminum foil.

The mercenaries screamed in panic. Orders, curses, pure terror.

“Shoot! Shoot her!”

Bullets rained down on Wendi’s legs, stomach, and arms. Her synthetic skin cracked in small places, dented slightly. But nothing serious. Nothing that could slow her down.

A sniper on a rocky ledge fired directly at her head. The shot bounced off her cheek, leaving a black scorch mark. Wendi turned, her eyes flashing coldly.

One plasma shot was enough. The entire ledge disappeared. So did the sniper. All that remained was a smoking crater.

“I should have wiped out your entire village last time!” Wendi roared, her voice filled with fury. “This is what happens when I try to be nice! But this time… you’re all finished!”

She stomped down. A mercenary who had gotten too close vanished under her sole — a dull, wet crunch, and he was nothing but a red smear in the sand. 

Another tried to run, but Wendi was faster. She brought her foot down so quickly that he became just another stain before he even realized what was happening.

Pariah was safely tucked inside Wendi’s hand, enclosed by her protective fingers. She heard everything. The roar of plasma discharges, the crunch of exploding vehicles, the scream. But she saw nothing. Only the fine lines of Wendi’s fingerprints forming a living cage around her.

She trembled. Not from fear of Wendi — at least not anymore. But the sheer force, the violence… it felt like huddling inside a small cave while a storm raged outside.

It was almost unbelievable that Wendi could protect her so gently while simultaneously destroying an entire mercenary force with maximum brutality.

One mercenary after another fell victim to Wendi’s enormous feet. She was merciless and efficient. She crushed them like insects — and in a way, that’s exactly what they were to her. Tiny, fragile, and utterly insignificant against her power.

The ground was littered with giant footprints, each one containing the mangled remains of bodies.

Within just a few minutes, the battle was over and the hangar gate was sealed again. No one had made it inside, and nearly all of them were dead.

Only the commander — the bulky hybrid — remained. He lay trembling behind a rock, staring up at Wendi as she turned toward him.

“Please…!”

Wendi looked down at him, her face expressionless.

“You sent them to their deaths,” she said quietly. “Your own people. For what? A few weapons?” She raised her foot. “There is no mercy for that.”

She was about to crush him when she suddenly remembered how Pariah had lain under her foot just a short while ago… and how much the little hybrid had enjoyed it… and how deeply she had trusted her.

Wendi paused and pulled her foot back. “You know what? You’re not even worth dying under my soft sole.”

She turned around and simply sat on him. She let her massive butt drop onto him with full force.

The man was flattened under her enormous rear in a fraction of a second. Wendi stood up again and looked at the two large imprints in the sand. A laugh escaped her. “Okay, that… actually looks kind of funny.”

She stared at the crushed commander, whose bloody pancaked face still showed a frozen expression of panic. “Fits you perfectly. You were always just a joke.”

Then she continued walking. Away from the base. Away from the burning vehicle wrecks and the corpses.

Heading straight toward the hybrid settlement.

“I won’t make the same mistake twice. This time, I’m not leaving any of you alive!”

+++

The settlement was small. A few dozen huts made of scrap and corrugated metal, surrounded by barbed wire. Wendi had spared them last time because she didn't want to cause unnecessary deaths.

But that had been a mistake.

Her first step crushed a hut on the outskirts – it crumbled under her weight like a pile of sand. A second step, a third. Hybrids ran screaming in all directions, but Wendi was fast. She grabbed one who was shooting at her, squeezed, crushed him to pulp, and let the remains fall. She trampled another who was stabbing at her ankles with a knife. She moved her foot slowly, without hatred – just cold, calculated resolve.

Then she stopped.

In front of her, half-hidden under an overturned table, stood a small hybrid child. It had large eyes, trembling antennae – and it was crying. Behind it, a woman threw her body protectively over it.

"Please! Please don't! It's just a child!"

Wendi's arm with the blaster lowered.

Her heart – that strange, mechanical yet so human thing in her chest – tightened.

She looked around. Among the ruins of the houses, she saw other children. Small, frightened figures clinging to their mothers or crouching alone among the debris. No weapons. No combat readiness. Just fear.

Wendi slowly lowered her arm.

"Stop shooting," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Put down your weapons. Then I will spare the rest of you."

Silence.

Then – a shot.

It hit Wendi's shoulder, ricocheted off, but the sound cracked like a whip.

A hybrid man behind an old, rusted vehicle took aim again. His eyes were wild, full of panic.

"We won't be blackmailed by a monster like that!"

Wendi sighed. She walked slowly toward him – step by step, thundering, unstoppable.

"You had a chance," she said.

The man kept firing. Bullet after bullet bounced off her chest.

Wendi lifted her foot. Lowered it slowly, very slowly, onto him – her heel planted on the ground, her toes raised, hovering above him ... warning. She let him feel how easily she could obliterate him. He tried to run away, but then she pressed down lightly ... He tried to crawl ... and Wendi pressed him down further, until he was trapped. The man screamed.

"Please! Please ... You won! I'll stop! I'll stop!"

Wendi paused. Took a deep breath, then she lifted her foot.

"Get up," she said.

The man crawled to the side, barely able to walk. He was the first one Wendi had given a chance to survive, even though he had shot at her!

"Don't do that again ... and leave my base alone. Otherwise, next time I really will kill all of you without mercy. Understood?"

The man nodded in sheer terror and ran off.

Wendi's gaze swept across the village. A young mother knelt beside a footprint in the sand. Inside it lay the trampled body of a man – her husband. She wept silently, clutching her child.

Wendi bent down. As low as she could. Her enormous, battle-scarred hand rested on the ground beside the woman.

"I'm sorry it came to this," said Wendi, her voice a loud whisper. "But that's what violence leads to. Just more violence." She looked at the woman – and then at the child. "So please: Don't become like your fathers."

She straightened up. Turned around. The surviving hybrids shrank back as she passed with thundering steps – but no one dared attack her anymore. And Wendi held back too. Her moral compass had taken over. She had to give these people a chance. But she couldn't help them out of their misery. 

Without another word, she stomped away, leaving the village with its damage and desperate people behind ...

+++

Pariah was blinded by light as Wendi carefully opened her hand. "Sorry you had to witness all that ... But I had to act that way. I had no choice."

Pariah just nodded understandingly.

Wendi smiled down at her warmly, almost maternally. "The important thing is that you're safe in my hand. Is it comfortable?"

Pariah nodded again. But this time clearly and energetically.

"Very good. Make yourself always comfortable ... and if you need anything, just write to me, my dear ... We have a long way ahead of us!"

And so the gigantic mechanical Wendi stomped on and on through the seemingly endless desert, toward her unknown destiny ...

THE END