Chapter 4



Lacy awoke the next morning a little after sunrise. She stirred slowly and sat up in bed. She was not a morning person by nature but, after so many years of being required to be up at the ass-crack of dawn to work out of hit the road or be on time for muster, it was just what she did. Still, when she didn’t have to be somewhere, she took her time. In the back of her mind sat the ever-present knowledge that Liam’s ti

Chapter 3





Lacy pushed her gelding, not even bothering to stop for lunch. Since Liam didn’t tug on the string, she figured he was fine as well. They made it into town in the late afternoon, perhaps two hours before sunset. She stopped in front of her guild hall and swung down from the saddle, tying the tired horse to the hitching post. She patted his thick neck and thanked him before turning to retrieve her

Chapter 2



Lacy swore and grumbled. She wasn’t going to be upset that he had accidentally balanced against her breasts. She wasn’t a screeching feminist looking for offense. She realized he was small and was simply trying to stand. When he fell backwards, she leaned into his fall, hands flying around him to catch him. Lucky for Liam, her reflexes were on par. She snagged him and pulled him flush to her side, accidentally moldi

Chapter 2



Lacy swore and grumbled. She wasn’t going to be upset that he had accidentally balanced against her breasts. She wasn’t a screeching feminist looking for offense. She realized he was small and was simply trying to stand. When he fell backwards, she leaned into his fall, hands flying around him to catch him. Lucky for Liam, her reflexes were on par. She snagged him and pulled him flush to her side, accidentally moldi

Chapter 1
  Liam was walking through the forest, minding his own business. The noise among the trees was normal: birdsong, small animal chatter and the brief yip of a fox. Suddenly, the forest went quiet. Deathly quiet. Heavy, thundering footsteps broke the stillness and he was completely caught off guard as a pair of trolls, easily nine feet tall each, broke through the trees and headed directly for him. Panic set in when their black eyes locked on him and their cracked lips spread wi

Tor sat by the fire. Idiot was hobbled and grazing peacefully. For the first time in a long time, Tor was alone on the plains. It was just her and her horse. No Eric. No Larson. No men. No big herd. It was quiet and not in the pleasant way. She missed her little human pestering her for stories of the other mythical beings in her faith. She missed him curled up on her thigh, reclining against her neck or asleep between her breasts.

Alani stared down at the tiny woman before her. She was amazed that her height had been reduced from four feet to two. She smirked and stroked herself. She was a large woman, topping out at six feet. But her height wasn’t the only large thing. She was enormously fat, with a huge belly that hung down. Her breasts were massive, larger now than the diminutive woman. She ran her hand through her shock blonde hair. Her cute face was frame by plump lips and a pert nose.
 “Oh the fun I will h

Dean stared down at the unconscious small person in his hands. Jesslyn was collapsed against his chest. It had been a hard fight against the demon. They had only won because of the angel calling himself Castiel. The angel of the Lord stood before him, quiet and watching.



"He jumped on the demon and tried to stop him. He didn't even know any exorcism spells but he jumped right in. And got swatted across the room for his troub

It was dark in the motel room. Everything was calm and quiet. Sam slept on his bed in the tank. Dean slept in his with Jesslyn curled around him. One of her legs was draped over his hips and her arm was around his chest. Her head was tucked under his chin as she gently snored. None of them were any wiser to what was going to happen.



Suddenly, the room was flooded with noise. Doors and windows banged and rattled in their frames. T

It worked. Dean seemed to have forgotten about the small person in his pocket. He draped his jacket over a chair before making sure Jesslyn got her ridiculous shoes off. She grumbled about it but kicked them off. Dean tossed them onto the other queen bed with the rest of their things. 



"You're not wearing those heels into bed," Dean told her. "You'll stab me in your sleep with them."

"You don't need to put me in a tank!" Sam protested. "I'm not going anywhere. Where would I go? I don't know the walls in this motel. I don't know if any small folk live in them. You left my supplies back at the other motel so I can't go anywhere, anyway. Plus, Dean is 

my brother.

 I don't want to lose him again." 



His protests s

Sam's father scrubbed his face. "It's foolish," he said softly. "You risk so much. You risk exposing our entire way of life. For what? For some flimsy chance that that giant man out there will remember you? He'll actually care for you? Sam, think this through before you do anything else." He turned and walked away, going down the dark path and towards the kitchen. They still had a job to do.



It was much later

Sam woke up the next morning. He smiled as he presented his gift to his mother. She loved the gems and hung them up in the thin beam of light that shone through a crack in the floorboards. It was a sliver of a crack, almost unnoticeable to humans but the light added just a bit of homeliness, dispelled just a touch of gloom, from the small home. They were under the floorboards of the room he had nearly been caught in, tucked back into the far corner under a window. It was cozy, to use the word a

So I decided to go a whole different direction with this story. I'll leave up the old chapter 4 but will be continuing in this line of thinking. 



Sam woke with a start when the bedsprings above him creaked. At some point, waiting for the giant couple to fall asleep, he had fallen asleep. He still remembered the dream, although it grew dimmer with each passing moment as reality pressed in. Dean. The man in the bed was Dean. H

Sam gulped and tried to push the feeling of being 

Seen 

out of his mind. Temporarily. It was far too important of a skill to ignore. But right now, he needed to overcome it in order to take this one chance at reconnecting with his brother. He turned his soft, pleading brown eyes up to that towering, imposing man. The eyes that greeted him were as cold as the emeralds they shared their color with. Yet, right in between t

Sam stared down the barrel of that pistol. That massive pistol that once could have held in his hand now out-sized him. He could have fit one or both of his arms down the barrel. It was very intimidating. He trembled in the woman's grip. It was crushing. His right arm was twisted behind his back, straining his shoulder. He could hardly breathe. His ribs were compressed between those slender fingers. She probably thought nothing of how she held him. Sam couldn't get it out of his mind. 

Dean was a kid, just fourteen years old, when he lost his little brother to a witch. He was supposed to stay inside and watch Sammy, just like every other night, but this night he just couldn't stay inside any longer. He was practically climbing the walls. He was a kid, he was supposed to get to do fun things like watch tv and play video games. But he was doing research for his father, stitching the old man up and babysitting Sammy. He wasn't allowed to be a kid. And that nearly drove him out of

Tor had murder in her eyes as her brothers held her back. 

"Let me go!" 

she raged, struggling against their arms. "I swear to the Creator, if you don't let me go, I will shoot you right between the eyes!"



Brad and Thomas were smirking, Jason was laughing. His dark green eyes looked triumphant. "Just because you got some pretty pa

Tor didn't like how smug Jason still was after she showed up without her horses and with a paper from her solicitor that showed legal separation of her assets from his. Now she was free to do as she pleased, no longer under his thumb. At first, he was angry and threw the paper back in her face. He had grabbed his mare and rode out on her. That was days ago. This morning he had returned and was walking around as if he still had control of her herd and wagons.

The whole camp moved onward, pushing through the night, using the glow of the moon to light their way. There were times where the teams walked to rest and times where they pushed for all they were worth. Eric stayed in the wagon the whole trip. Tor didn't try to speak to him and he didn't seem eager to bridge the gap after the brusque tone she had used with him. Quite some time had passed since she had spoken to him like that. He wondered if his position in her life was sliding. The thought worr

With Jason injured, they weren't going to be moving camp anytime soon. Tor took this opportunity to work with Idiot on a few things. She kept Eric on her at all times. She had chosen to wear some of Larson's old shirts, with the sleeves rolled up and the hem tucked in, because they had a pocket on the front. The ones in her limited wardrobe had no such amenities. Eric stayed in that pocket, a handkerchief tucked around him when the cold wind blew strong. 

Tor was working with Idiot and Eric was safely tucked away in the wagon. He was curled up on a pillow in the windowsill, dozing peacefully. While he enjoyed spending time with Tor, he didn't like being on her shoulder when she was working with the horses, especially Idiot. The stallion had come a long way since Tor was first thrown on his back, but he still had some work to be done. 



"I know he should be in the herd,&qu

The summer months of the horse fair were hot and busy. After Tor was paid for her horses by Siris and the ranger, she paid Jason his portion. She heard no more from him after that. It was what she preferred. She hated his company. Hated him. He had mistreated her since she was born, since she could remember. She had never done a thing to deserve his animosity but she had it anyway so she gave him the same.



She only saw Bret once

After a long, much needed ride, Tor stopped by the land-grant office. She pulled out a small notebook from her pocket that contained a set of coordinates and landmarks written on the first two pages. Eric arched an eyebrow down at it from his perch on her shoulder. He had never seen that notebook before and wondered what it was for. Before he could ask, Tor walked up to the clerk and handed him a filled-out claim form.



The man lo

The next morning, Tor was up with the sunrise. Eric, who was never an early riser, chose to burrow himself under her pillow to avoid the morning light. Tor shook her head in amusement but let him alone. He would get hot under there and come out eventually. Until then, she had to meet Siris at the corrals and talk business. And a grumpy, sleepy Eric didn't belong in negotiations. She dressed in a pair of pants and a short-sleeved button-up. She pulled on her boots, tied back her hair and settled

Tor
snorted and turned away. "Too bad. I don't want to see you."
Bret
just grinned and wrapped her in a one-armed hug. Tor scowled and
punched him in the ribs to get out of the embrace.
"Don't
touch me," she growled. Her fingers brushed over Eric, making
sure he was alright.
Bret
was wheezing. The blow had knocked the air from his lungs, just as
intended. It took him a minute to regain his breath. When he did, he
straightened and grinned. One hand rubbed at the sore spot on h

Tor
was absolutely drenched in sweat. Of course, that was par for the
course in her line of work. Gelding Ginger had been no easy feat. The
old stud had run them in circles in the small pen before they were
able to get him down on the ground. They'd had to work quickly after
that. Tor had slipped a loop over his rear leg and hauled it upwards,
making sure it stayed out of the way. Larson stood at the ready with
a knife while Mick sat on the stud's neck, making sure he stayed
down. Quick as a fla

Tor
saw neither hide nor hair of her older brothers the rest of the day.
She kept Eric close, either snugged between her breasts or on her
shoulder. With the heat of the day and the exertion of from her work,
Eric was usually on her shoulder uness she was dealing with a
particularly stubborn horse. He held onto a small braid of hair she
had pulled from the bun at the nape of her neck. He was a quick
learning and was eager to pick up on what Tor meant when she said
things like "barrel cheste

Jason
strode across the grounds, heading straight for Tor. Brad and Thomas
were right behind him. Tor looked down at her twin. "Untie the
mare. She's sweet but she's in season so watch her ears." She
wrapped her hand around Eric and lifted him to her face. "You,
my little Princeling, need to stay in your spot. Stay low. Don't
move. Understand me?"
"What
are you going to do?" he asked. His eyes searched her face as
she lowered him to the saddle. "Don't do anythi

Tor
was in dry clothes, her hair tied up in a knot at the back of her
head and swaddled beneath the blankets. Eric was in dry clothes, long
sleeves at Tor's insistence, and curled into the groove of her
shoulder and neck. He was drowsing, lulled by the steady rhythm of
her deep, even breathing. This was perhaps the first time she had
fallen asleep before him, not counting their very first night
together. From what little he had gleamed, she had fallen overboard
and had to wait on the sandbar unt

Tor
grunted, rather irritated. Auntie June had managed to annoy her
enough in their short time together to convince her to go to the
upper decks. The young woman felt vaguely like a prized mare being
paraded through the fair and shown to potential buyers and breeders.
Except right now she was on the back end of the ship's uppermost
deck, too close to the railing for her own comfort. June was dragging
her around, introducing her to men that were close to her age and
speaking so highly of "he

Tor
dropped the stud and mare in a small paddock and locked their tack in
one of the closets offered for that reason. She made her way through
the town, stopping to get a soft, salted pretzel from one of the
street vendors. She pulled it apart instead of biting it, popping the
chunks into her mouth. At one point, a small piece fell down into her
shirt. She laughed and looked down at Eric.
"Enjoy
the snack," she teased.
Eric
yelped and was lucky the piece fell in front of him. Although,

Tor
woke the next morning and immediately moved to check that Eric was
still on the pillow beside her. She was relieved to find his slight
weight curled against her collarbone. She sighed softly and gently
stroked his back. He was safe. She sat up, cupping him to her upper
chest, and leaned against the headboard. They needed to be moving on.
With her detour to take care of the humans Eric had befriended, not
to mention the delay due to training Idiot, it was highly likely her
brothers were alrea

Warning,
this is a scat story. Also, this is my first time writing scat. So
those out there who are big fans of it, don't judge me. :P
Tor
felt the pressure in her lower stomach and scowled as it rumbled
unpleasantly. "Dear Creator, this isn't gonna be fun," she
murmured. She urged Idiot faster, focused on the line of trees up the
road a ways. She grunted when her stomach groaned again. Her heels
pressed harder into the big stallion's side and he bolted forwards.
As soon as the trees w

The
kidnappers did their best to keep a low profile. They joined a
caravan of several human wagons, one Elder one and a healthy mix of
both races' animals. Their victim was bound and gagged in the back,
hidden beneath blankets, crates and a myriad of other items. He was
still unconscious from the blow to his head with the handle of the
buggy whip. Four men sat in the back, two rode behind the wagon and
two more sat on the front seat. They had traveled a long way to catch
the prince. His father w

Eric
waved to the people from his vantage point in the saddle, leaning
over Tor's thigh in an attempt to see them better. After getting the
humans to their new home, Eric had wanted to linger for a day to make
sure they were going to be alright. The Elder woman had reluctantly
obliged, allowing Eric to help where he could. She smirked in mild
amusement when a girl around the same age as Eric caught his eye. The
boy tried to be smooth, but was out of his league with this one. The
human didn't car

It
took Tor a while to scrape off the mud and by the time she was done,
she had decided to go back to town and have her clothes washed so she
could have spares. And maybe have another bath while she was at it.
The closest water source to rinse and bathe in was still a few days'
ride away. And she did not fancy riding that long with mud in her
hair. Or the other places where mud was currently squishing
uncomfortably. She pulled her boots on and stuck her head back inside
the tent. "I'm going

Tor
sat on her bedroll and glared at the humans huddled in the far corner
of her tent. Eric had wrangled another promise of being kind to them
out of her. "No eating them!" he had scolded. "Not
a single one.""I don't go around eating humans like
candy!" she protested. "Tor!" He gave her a
stern look. "I mean it. Be nice. No eating them. No scaring
them. Nothing. Just leave them be." He had to pause as a heavy
thunder clap followed a lightning fla

The
food came not too long after the man with the newly-bloodied nose
left. The girl who served them was skittish around Tor, taking great
pains to please her and make sure the older woman was happy in every
way possible. The owner of the small inn had no desire for trouble,
but she would make sure towns ahead knew of the woman's attitude and
temper. They
could watch out for her, tell her to keep on. She wasn't strong
enough to do so. Tor seemed to barely acknowledge the girl.
But, when supper w

Tor
sighed when Idiot once again refused to cross a little rivulet. It
wasn't that big. She could cross it with one stretched stride. But
Idiot didn't realize he could. She turned the horse around and urged
him forward. "Hold on," she warned Eric. "This is
probably going to get bumpy."Before
Eric could respond, she gigged Idiot's sides. The horse squealed and
jumped the stream. Tor grunted as they landed. She had collected
herself and been prepared, so she wasn't thrown from

The
doctor was petrified. He couldn't seem to move his feet when the
giantess reached out for him. He couldn't even run. His eyes were
locked with hers and he found himself unable to look away from that
frozen violet gaze. Even when her fingers pinched around his body
none-too-gently, he couldn't even scream. He didn't know what sort of
mind control the giant woman had over him. But he knew he was a
doomed man. Still locked in her gaze, he put up no resistance as she
pulled his clothes away. Eve

Tor
didn't set her princeling down until she was a comfortable distance
from the town, perhaps a twenty minute ride. She could still feel the
doctor and assistant squirming and pounding in her stomach. They
likely would for quite some time. But their two small bodies alone
did not fill her up. They only wet her appetite. Her stomach growled
around her prey, demanding something more substantive. Eric
heard the noise and shuddered. He couldn't even think about the fact
that he was cradled against

Tor
worked her horse in the round pen. The big black stallion had come a
long way since her brothers had thrown her onto his back and let him
go. He still had his quirks, like being prone to biting and kicking,
but that was the downsides of having a stud. And she wasn't about to
alter that. He had a good body, big chest and would make great foals.
He would never make a racing horse, the kind her brothers liked to
breed. No, he would do one better for this rugged life they lived. He
would throw f

A
Charmed LifeEric
woke sometime that evening to a stream of curses flowing from Tor.
"Those damned boys think they've won!" she shouted. "They
think that they can put me on a wild horse and send me off and run
away with my herds! Oh I am going to absolutely murder them when I
catch up to them." She screamed in her raging fit. Eric felt the
horse spook and shy slightly at the noise coming from his rider. More
swearing ensued as Tor slid in the saddle. She quickly righted
hers

A
Charmed Life The
morning dawned bright and early, far too early for the young prince
that was curled into a small ball on an empty rain slicker. Sitting
up quickly, Eric searched frantically for his new mistress. Surely
she wouldn’t leave her slicker behind. So, that means she’d have
to be around here somewhere.
His green eyes darted from place to place in search of the young
woman. It was with great relief that he saw the horse still tied to
the tree. He sighed, releasing all the tension

A
Charmed Life Tor sighed as she adjusted her injured
leg for the umpteenth time. She was seated in front of the low fire
she had made to take the bite out of the evening air. The human that
had become her pet was sitting next to her, finishing off a bit of
the trail mix crumbs she had given him. At first he had refused and
started to argue, claiming he was above eating crumbs and all but
demanding some of her jerky. One dark look, though, quickly shut him
up. Now, he was mulishly chewing on the

A
Charmed Life
Eric
knew he was a lecher. He admitted freely when confronted about it.
But he would also make the excuse that he never set after women with
anything but the purest of intentions. Like now, he had followed the
giant woman to the clearing where she was cleaning her leg. His
intention had been to thank her for scaring off his father's men and
leave quickly. He knew the reputation the giants had for eating his
people. But, just as he was about to come out of the scrub, she sat
down,