Kash's Fight Pit 7: Giantslayer (patron reward) (Patreon)

Another reward I wrapped up last night. Back to the fantasy faked fight club where the group recruits a giant. The patron and I had been kicking around the idea and how to make that bout interesting and sort of close and ended up with them wearing meatshield hostages.

It was honestly real fun coming up with the giant culture. How and where they’d work and sticking a few different accents together to get their muttery voices and upping Djol to a slightly more human-presentable, hopeful actress sort of awkward cute. Until you need a whole cow carried around or a boulder smashed.

Kash and Gale walked alongside the ocean, traversing the docks and neatly avoiding any passing sailors and shipwrights. They didn’t have many reasons to go this far away from their headquarters, but Kash’s research had led her here. They had started letting some of their fighters mingle with the crowd after a match, which both encouraged them to drink and gathered a lot of feedback from their customers. Once they were buzzed and horny, it wasn’t too hard to pry requests and kinks out of them as far as what they wanted to see next.

“Giants though? Really?” Gale asked as she sidestepped a couple of orcs carrying a thick wooden beam between them. Kash walked right underneath the wood without disturbing them.

“Yea, more than a few. People are curious, y’know? Kind of like they want a loudmouth femdom of a goblin.”

The elf shook her head with a smirk. “Kash, I would never argue that you’re not the star of the show. I’m just surprised people would be interested in a gal who could crush their pelvises.”

“Yea, well it’s not their pelvises on the line. It’s why we need one that’s willing to play ball and knows not to smush us.”

“Speaking of, watch your step.”

Gale nodded ahead of them, where it was plain to see the giants’ work area. There was always a quest popping up about some giants that decided to throw their weight around as bandits, but for every one of them there had to be ten that were happy living simple lives at the outer parts of the city. They didn’t have much to do in the main part of town, but you occasionally saw one lumbering around on a particular errand. The majority of them worked out here at the docks or with some other means of manual labor that needed a worker who could serve as a living crane for heavy materials.

The giants were too large to be much help in the finer points of building a boat, but they were unmatched when it came to moving cargo. The log that two orcs had worked together to move earlier were being carried around by the armload by a single giant. Most stood nine to ten feet tall, coming in a mix of colors depending on their particular race or nationality. Some were an icy blue or fiery red, but the majority seemed to be more humanoid giants; fair-skinned and red-haired with long, muscular limbs that hauled crates around. In one particular case, one had a single hand propped up beneath the front of a ship to let a goblin carpenter work on the underside. Gale spotted one who was sitting on a crate that could have housed an elephant while he was on his smoke break.

“Hey! Excuse me. We’re looking for a giantess for an odd job. Would you know any?” the elf asked, raising her voice to carry the few extra feet it took to reach him.

The bearded giant hummed curiously, rolling his eyes down to study them.

“Oh, eh? Plenty of ‘em ladies out thur,” he muttered in a quick, low tone like he was barely trying to move his lips around his tree branch-sized pipe.

He gestured towards one of the ships. A pair of guards stood by as a female giant hefted an iron cage with a pair of equian prisoners inside, dropping it onto a horse-drawn carriage nearby. She was so dense with muscles, scars and freckles that it was tough to tell her from the men. Gale looked at Kash, who pursed her lips tentatively.

“We weren’t looking for muscle so much as one interested in… entertainment,” Gale narrowed things down. She figured the muscle came standard with a giant.

“Oh ah. You’ll be listenin’ for Djol then,” the scruffy mountain of a man said, nodding up the docks.

“This tim’a day, just follow the little earthquakes an’ you’ll find’r.”

“Little earthquakes,” Kash repeated hesitantly before they followed his directions.

They quickly picked up on what he meant. As they went deeper into the giants’ workplace, there was a steadier, rhythmic shaking to the ground besides their usual loping footsteps. They found the source in a younger, prettier giantess than the last one performing some kind of rapid step-dance. She seemed caught up in her practice, but the other giants barely looked in her direction as they went about their work. She had two long, autumnal red braids that bounced around with her dancing, much like the deeply freckled tits that were bigger than hay bales. She wore a skirt of long leather straps and a blanket-sized sash across most of her torso. There was a baggy cap set out like a street performer (its size made her meager earnings look even smaller), as well as a few bright safety cones set a couple yards away from her to warn people away from her bare stomping feet.

“Djol?” Gale asked her politely.

Hearing she was drowned out by the rhythmic steps, she shouted it a bit louder. That got the 9’6” woman to stop her dance. Her tots stopped another few seconds after like they had missed the point.

“Oh hey down there. Enjoyin’ the show, eh?”

She spoke a bit clearer than the other giants, but with enough heavy-tongued accent that it was clearly from practicing. Her big, bright green eyes shone at them hopefully as she squatted down closer to them than her elephantine height.

“It was great,” Kash insisted, just now letting go of Gale’s arm to stop steadying herself.

“I hear you’re in the entertainment business,” Gale pressed on.

“Oh yeh! I mean I’m tryin’, and that’s half the mess, i’nt it? I’m a bit of a street performer now, ‘cept they won’t let me do it on the streets with all the lit’l giants goin’ by… so kore of a dock performer. ‘Cept giants ain’t much into the performin’ stuff…”

“I get it,” Gale assured her. “Do you mind if I ask how your stage fighting is?”

Djol’s eyebrows raised.

“Ye want me to fight a whole stage now?”

“Nooo no. Acting. Fake fighting. Making it look real.”

“Ahhh! Ye, of course. Back on the islands, They were always askin’ me ta play the warqueens in the reenactments.”

“That sounds perfect!” Kash quickly confirmed. “I think. Does that entail a lot of acting scary but kind of sexy to people shorter than you?”

Djol’s eyes widened. Her chest puffed up and squared her shoulders into a wider stance before she leaned forward, letting out a massive bellow. Her broad and busty torso made her voice loud and powerful enough that it blew Kash’s hair back and toppled her flat on her back in surprise. Gale leaned over her curiously as Djol wiped off her mouth daintily.

“Yea, but was it sexy?” the elf pried.

Kash nodded and helped herself back up, dusting off her clothes.

“Totally. Like I said, perfect. We can arrange some passage for you tonight so we can talk at the fight pit and show you all we have to offer. I just had a question…”

Djol looked excited by the offer, even after the words “fight pit.” She nodded rapidly.

“You said you were from ‘the islands. How do giants get over here if you guys are big and heavy enough to lift half a boat yourselves?”

“Oh,” the giantess said with a nod, using the little stub of a word like a crutch to get her mouth and words up and running.

“We walked most of the way. We scout out the shallower bits of the sea for travelin’ between the islands and such. From there, ya can just cast out a few logs and ride ‘em the rest of the way ‘ere. We’re never sure when you li’l giants make such a big deal outta them boats, but whatever pays, eh? Speakin’ of…”

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They spent the better part of a week rehearsing the match with Djol. It was a big event in many ways, and they wanted to make sure that nobody got hurt now more than ever. The red giant knew how to pull her punches well enough, it was just getting them to get across the impact while not breaking anything. As soon as they had put up posters that they were doing a handicap match with a giantess, they could overhear the fans gushing over it around town. The night of the big show couldn’t come soon enough.

The Bloody Barbarian was predictably packed with the usual bloodthirsty gawkers, horndogs, and some who just never saw a giant up close before. Kash strode out into the sandy fight pit and was met with familiar cheers. She had her trusty magical cattle prod on one hip of her thonged leather corset.

“Looks like you piggies can’t get enough of these sloppy fights my girls put on. At least you picked a good night to show up, because I’ve got two exotically spicy pieces of meat to put on a show. Maybe even more than two. We’ll just have to see! First up, the lovely dancer turned fight slave from the deepest of the elven forests, we have Gale!”

Gale stepped out, the owner of the club dressed in a loose, partially see-through dancers garb. The silky dangled over her breasts and crotch only, showing off her graceful movements and light muscle all across her body. She gave the audience a few humble bows, making sure that her breasts bounced low enough to give them a flash of nipple and that her ass stuck out for Kash to help herself to a greedy bit of groping.

“And for the new blood of the night, we have a towering beast of power and beauty! Literally the biggest slut I could find for you undeserving perverts! Dragged here from distant islands and tamed by her tiny brain and giant clit! Give your biggest cheers and boos for The She-Mountain!”

Djol stomped out, slamming her feet down even heavier than she needed. A brief hush went across the audience as they felt her coming before she appeared in the arena. The giantess has stripped down to almost no clothing except a tiny loincloth, a tattered hood that hid half her face, and a few chalky streaks of blue warpaint smeared across her freckled skin. The scrap of a loincloth wasn’t enough to cover her whole hairless pussy, but that was clearly intentional. What she lacked in clothing she made up with the rest of her strange attire: she had strapped several other fighters to her body with chains and thick, rough ropes. They looked like living armor, which the volunteered ladies were fine with a smaller portion in exchange for some easy money and humiliation.

Dagni had her hands bound and her body strapped for Djol’s forearm like a living buckler. The masked, dark-skinned dwarf moaned noisily and squirmed against her bonds, gyrating her plump breasts and bare crotch for the shocked audience. Marya was tied to her leg, arms and legs behind her back to meet behind Djol’s calf. The bondage-like position suited the busty human bimbo fine as she cooed and grunted in a faked struggle. Ketty was lashed upside down to the giant’s midsection, her bare back and ass facing the audience. She dangled there, limbs spread in an X shape that framed and supported Djol’s freckled tits. Her face was stuffed in beside the loincloth, buried into her pussy where she mewled and writhed.

The audience entered another cheer as Djol gave a barbaric roar. She pumped her mighty limb into the air, barely slowed by the weight of the short noblewoman. Gale stared in exaggerated horror as she turned to Kash. She waited for the noise to die down a bit so she could be overheard.

“That’s not allowed, is it!? I was just supposed to fight the giant!” she protested.

“What can I say? She says it counts as armor for her people,” Kash dismissed with an amused smirk. “Now ring that bell!”

“That’s not armor! That’s hostages!”

Gale was fully ignored by everyone but the giant. Djol raised a fist and hammered it down where she had just been standing. The elf had darted aside, but the huge redhead hit the plank of the barrier behind her and knocked it a few inches into the ground. The audience piped up with various startled noises as Gale came at her from behind, but Djol quickly turned to face her. The elf winced as her punch hit Ketty’s ass instead of her opponent, functioning as an unwilling meat shield.

“Crush tiny creatures!” Djol growled as she raised another first.

She had lowered her voice to a bestial depth to really sell the part. She’d also added a western islands Brudish accent to give the character some depth, but no one had really noticed the actress’ subtle flourish compared to her nudity. Djol took a horizontal swipe at Gale, trying to grab her but the quick elf ducked underneath her fingers. The arm missed her, but when Gale tried to outmaneuver her she was intercepted by the giant’s other arm. Which, more technically, was Dagni’s boobs. Her firm tits slapped across Gale’s face and staggered her as the masked dwarf made a surprisingly sturdy weapon. The elf started to rally a kick but clearly hesitated when Djol raised her other leg, moving the bound bimbo bound to her leg to block it.

That pause let Djol punt her squarely in the stomach. Gale went flying with the giantess carefully putting her weight into her swinging foot to lift the elf up more than truly kick her, tossing her around less like a soccer ball so much as a loose piece of laundry she was trying to pick up without bending over. It still hurled Gale convincingly through the air so that she smacked against the pit’s walls, her barely held-on clothes tumbling off her from the fall. The elf acted too dazed to notice her own nudity, clutching her head and moaning more lustily than she really would have. The crowd was thrilled by the oversized and underhanded fighter as she closed in on Gale, baring her teeth and raising her foot. It mashed down on the elf’s chest and Gale let out a huge howl of pain , clutching at the pinning foot as it rubbed over her breasts.

“Daaamn! The new girl is crushing this washed up old elf! Ooh, watching her work reminds me: we added pancakes to the menu over at the bar…”

Gale acted breathless, slumping against the wall with one arm draped over it as if reaching out to the fans. Djol pressed another kick into her, grinding her foot the size of a medium dog into Gale to really grind the air out of her. The elf gagged and rolled her tongue out to exaggerate the pain, with the trapped Marya’s added weight making the move look even heavier.

“Mountain turn you into new jockstrap,” Djol snarled menacingly, her deep voice carrying over the shouts around the pit.

Gale grabbed at her leg, trying to push her back. While she didn’t seem to budge. She did grab onto the ropes that were tying Marya in place. Pretending to just think of the plan, she grabbed and pulled at them to one side. Djol lost some of her balance but strayed up on her other sturdy leg. Gale still slipped out between her foot and the wall, tearing at the ropes until the knot gave way. The busty bimbo gasped as she broke free, rubbing her sore arms. She scrambled to her feet and looked to Gale, giving her a quick, approving nod.

“Oi! Give back armor!” Djol slurred as she reached for Marya.

“Oh shit! Runaway leg brace!” Kash cackled. “At least she was good for something for once!”

The blonde quickly shed her remaining ropes and bolted, clumsily but effectively evading the giantess. Gale moved in while she was distracted, ducking in under Djol’s “shield” arm. Gale bounded around her and got behind her, grabbing and pulling at the trick lock that bound the chains around behind her back. Ketty immediately fell free, bracing her fall as she hit the sand and lifting her face up. She huffed down air while fanning off her face as if she’d been in the giant’s crotch for days.

Djol fumbled at the falling chains like she didn’t understand what had happened. As soon as she turned around, the elf and human attacked unguarded as they slammed a double uppercut right into the giant’s mostly exposed pussy. They easily reached past the petite loincloth and had enough room for both their fists inside. Gale’s knuckles dug in deep enough that she got her wrist wet by the time she retreated. Djol let out a loud, lusty bellow as she cupped her aching groin and dropped to one knee.

“Looks like She-Mountain wasn’t counting on her hostage match becoming a handicap match! They’re running circles around the evil cave beast!”

Djol lurched away from the two combatants, just to get a high kick to the face by the naked Marya. It knocked her back towards the others, who likewise punched and kicked the big brute around to juggle her between them. The audience quickly got behind the combo attack until the three of them together threw a kick to her chin, sending the giantess reeling back and finally toppling over. Ketty hastily ran up her torso, walking over Djol’s stomach before stomping on her boobs like a pair of ill-fitting shoes. Marya dove between her legs, driving her fist in as deep as it could go. It easily went past the elbow on the giant woman, and despite the easy entrance it was enough to distract and slow her down.

“Ragggh! Leggo! No fun time now, armor!”

Gale maneuvered around her unexpected teammates, catching one of Djol’s flailing arms. She gripped it with all four limbs and pulled it to the ground in a full body arm-bar. She pulled painfully on the limb, forcing her swelling muscles to strain with faked effort. It gave Gale time to undo the bonds on Dagni’s ropes, letting the dwarf roll aside to freedom.

“Look at that! Our elven hero slut has evened the odds and then some against the gruesome giant! Can She-Mountain muscle her way out of this one!?” Kash fanned the flamed.

With a husky roar, Djol forced the others to fly off her. She rose to her hands and knees, but Dagni was quick to meet her while they were at a level height. She swung her hefty breasts, smacking noisily into the giant’s face to pay her back for using the same move on Gale. Djol grunted and recoiled, just for the humans to tackle into the back of her knees. The giantess toppled over, leaning on the outside fence so that it creaked under her weight. Her gigantic tits bounced around just shy of hitting a few fans with them, not that they’d have minded. A few of the bolder ones laughed and jeered at the dazed giantess as the other four fighters dogpiled on her.

While the others beat around her crotch and ass, Dagni grabbed one of Djol’s breasts in a full headlock. The freckled tit swelled red as the giantess howled, and Gale ran up her back. She had grabbed one of the chains she’d used to bind her captives, throwing it around her neck like a brutal collar. She leaned back, pulling on both ends while Djol gagged and pulled at them helplessly. She probably could have snapped them in half, but getting a finger under part of it was enough to make it an entire lack of a threat. Still, she’d practiced enough death scenes to make her choking look good, bulging her eyes and drooling heavily as she was dragged back into the ring. The rebelling garments slapped, kicked, and spat on her as Kash laughed at her punishment.

“Guess the armor idea wasn’t so smart, eh, boulder brain?” she taunted as the giantess’ face turned red.

She grunted and groaned while Marya and Ketty took turns kneeing her in the pussy. The blows hit wetly, making the towering redhead trembled until her eyes rolled back. A thick gush of cum burst out of her like an upturned bucket, spreading rapidly across the sand. The lightheaded brute crumbled to the ground, splashing down i her own mess.

“Well well! With a little bit of help that I’m going to tan all your hides for later… Gale the giant-slayer is our winner!”

The crowd cheered as the elf planted a foot on Djol’s back. She held up her hand in weary triumph, holding her ribs to make it look like a close fight. She also felt Djol shift beneath her, stirring just enough to look still out of it while getting her foot to press on the back of her head, mashing her face into her own puddle of cum.

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“Jolly time out there, ah?!” Djol beamed once they had all regrouped backstage.

“Who’s ready for another go, huh?”

Gale’s eyes widened and she breathed a steadying sigh. She still had a light bruise on her side from where she hadn’t perfectly hit the fence.

“We just usually do the one a night… especially when it’s this big.”

“Oh! Ah. Alright. Well you know where to find me. ANY time you want, this was a blast. I ain’t gotten smashed like that since my maypole days. Seriously, look me right up if you need anythin’.”

Gale nodded approvingly as Kash sorted out her cut of the gold. It would be tough to keep planning fights around the woman who was feet taller than their biggest combatants, but she definitely drew a crowd. Djol gave her a friendly wink.

“Ya catch that? Look me up? Bit’a giant humor.”

Gale smirked and gave her a light punch in the thigh. “I say quit the comedy. Stick with the fights.”