A Giant Occupation - Rise of the Vixens 2

Zuri hated being small. She had no experience with it until now but had grown up thinking it was one of the worst things to ever befall a woman—to be shrunken down. In her household, it was better to be raped than to be made little. Growing up, her family was wealthy enough to possess their own shrinking chamber. Such things were only given to the highest of classes. Even those under the banner of the Galactic Empresses endured a caste system and only the top tier could make others small.

Her mother used it for the workers in the house. No man would ever be allowed to remain full-size, and that even carried over to Zuri’s father. True, he was often kept ‘normal’ height, but it was still a few inches shorter than her mother. Such was the case of all women who allied themselves with the Galactic Empresses.

But now, Zuri had been abducted and shrunken down to half her size. It could’ve been worse—her friend Yasmin, a woman who served under the Federation, had been reduced to a quarter of an inch. The world was changing—a new species of powerful women had emerged from the shadows of the galaxy who called themselves the Vixens.

And one such powerful woman was staring at her from beyond a heating grate.

“Come on out of there,” said the voice. She was so large—larger than a normal sized woman so to the half-sized Zuri, she was simply enormous, her eye filling the entire opening of the vent shaft.

Zuri was frozen—a combination of fear and curiosity. She’d never been this small before, not since she’d been a kid. But she also wasn’t prepared to see someone so large. It gave her a tiny twang of guilt for shrinking so many men over the years. For watching the gardeners and bakers and cleaners come into her home and lose half their size.

Zuri stood and took a few hunched steps closer. She slid her communicator into her back pocket, knowing it would be taken away the moment she was within this giantess’s clutches. The giant eye slid out of view and was replaced by a regal-looking hand. There were rings upon the fingers and the nails were manicured to perfection. Little scenes played out across them, as each one was its own hologram screen. But Zuri saw the trap for what it was, and the moment she ventured closer, the hand lashed out.

She fell back, the giantess’s fingers snagging her silk top and pulling it away as Zuri struggled. Now, breasts exposed but free of the big hand, she crawled away, hoping to get out of range before the big lady could snatch her again.

“Come out of there, now!” screamed the giantess, voice rattling the heating duct. Zuri turned and fled, feeling the hand slap the ground in frustration. She ran the length of the duct and then slid down the decline at the end. It was dark but warm. She hoped she didn’t run from one certain death into another, as all these big capital ships vented their heat into space.

After what felt like half a mile of navigating the twisting ductwork, she slowed because there were voices around the corner. She appeared along the ground in what she thought was a massive hangar, much like the one in which her ship, the Providence, had been interred. But this one was quite different. This one was filled with fighter ships and a massive transport—at least that’s what she thought. There were strange, oval spheres attached to the sides and the ends that she didn’t quite understand.

Just in front of it were two giant women—twelve feet tall to her half-size. One of them was attaching a fuel cable to the giant ship, the other—a beautiful girl with brown and green hair—wore a flight suit.

“Can’t we skip this one?” she asked the one fueling the transport. “If we hit the moon, the planet is going to be underwater.”

“Then it’ll be easier to pluck the resources if the whole rock is dead. You ready to fly, Ella?”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding defeated. She leaned against the hull of the giant ship.

The girl fueling then stood, sensing some sort of trepidation in her pilot friend. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “How many missions have you flown for the Vixens Collective?”

“Eight-hundred and eleven.”

“And why are you starting to have second thoughts now?”

She shrugged. “How many people do you think have died because of our gathering?”

“People?” said the girl incredulously. “Those are no people. There’s Vixens and then there’s cattle.”

“Yeah,” said the girl, although she didn’t seem convinced.

“You need a drink,” said the fueler. “Bring back that moon and I’ll buy us a round on the Nautilus. How does that sound?” She pulled the hose away and punched a button on the hull. The fuel pump made a rattle inside the ship.

“Yeah. I’ll see you back home,” said Ella, voice dejected but her friend didn’t notice. She dragged the hose away and disappeared through a set of doors across from the transport just as a pair of ladies came in, pushing a pallet of cargo on a floating platform.

Ella met them just in front of the transport and said, “Put it onboard. And then . . . how would you ladies like an evening off?”

They looked at each other quizzically. “Ma’am?” said one.

And then the other: “You need us to help calibrate the shrink cannon.”

Ella waved her away. “I did it this morning. This is a routine mission. Go enjoy yourself. I hear Rizza brought aboard a manicurist from Brara 11 who is legendary.”

The girls looked to one another, their sense of duty paling next to the prospects of being pampered. Finally, one said, “Are you sure? Delphine might get angry with us.”

“Delphine will never know,” said Ella, and then she winked. The girls giggled, then they went to pushing the pallet up the transport’s ramp.

Zuri pulled out her communicator and tried to raise Octavia. She didn’t have high hopes for her leader—two of the giant-sized Vixens had taken her off the ship before Zuri decided to flee it. Now, the lady was probably dead or shrunken down to the size of a bug. A part of that made Zuri sad, but right now, she had to survive. And she had to warn her homeworld of the Vixens—unless they’d already beaten her to it.

She came from a Far Rim planet at the edge of Imperial control called Trestia—a beautiful place with pristine beaches of clear, blue water and white sand. It was an old world, with lots of history and architecture that the Vixens wouldn’t care about. They’d put her planet to the end of their shrink rays and be damned with the consequences for all the people. She might not be able to save them all, but hopefully she could save a few.

As the ladies with the pallet disappeared aboard the transport, Zuri thought this might be her chance. Ella, the obvious pilot of this spacecraft and the one selected to carry out the mission, had circled back to the front in order to board at the crew entrance. Zuri slipped through the slats of the grate—at half-size it was still a tight fit and she worried that she’d get stuck going through—and then getting unstuck by a giantess.

But lucky for her, she made it into the hangar, just a half-sized, half-naked girl. Quickly, she raced up the ramp and boarded the transport ship, listening to the voices of the two women loading the pallet. Beyond the mostly empty cargo hold was a narrow hallway lined with floor to ceiling shelves. These were military rations by the smell of them.

Just then, she felt the ground shaking as the two women were walking back out. Zuri quickly hid on the bottom shelf, folding her knees up close to her face. This wasn’t a good spot, she noted, and they would probably find her if they happened to be looking down. But she got lucky and their giant boots passed right by. She could hear the cargo ramp slowly pulling back up.

Zuri stood in the hallway, listening for any sounds, anything that would suggest there were others on this ship besides the giantess who piloted it. When she was satisfied that she was alone, she began heading toward the bridge, marveling the whole way there. She’d never seen a ship like this before.

To say it was luxurious was an understatement. Zuri was no stranger to high-class—the Galactic Giantesses were some of the most well-to-do, haughty creatures known to the universe. The fact that the Vixens in all their decadence could remain hidden for so long was a testament to their power. Zuri was drawn to such things and she could’ve spent hours poring over the beauty that was this transport ship.

But perhaps that wasn’t the proper title for it.

This ship didn’t seem geared for moving people—it seemed like a lush apartment meant for one or two people. There were large sofas, thick carpet, mahogany woodwork. In the center of a large, lounging area was even a fountain. There were other spaces similarly adorned—every inch of it was exquisite but she still didn’t understand its function. Large chambers were reserved to heavy-duty machinery, things that didn’t look like hyperdrives or weapon systems.

Zuri continued on until she reached another large chamber with what she guessed was a miniaturization chamber. This was a large, circular tube of glass with a platform above and below it. With as many conduits snaking out of the bottom, Zuri guessed it was high-powered, able to compress something down to a subatomic level.

But could it make something grow?
 Before she could find that answer, the ground gave a slight shudder, followed by a long, sustained vibration. The ship had just taken off. Right now, she assumed they were firing out of the capital ship’s hangar and would soon be in space. She didn’t know where they were going, but figured anywhere was better than being around so many Vixens.

She approached the miniaturization chamber’s console, happy that it was low enough to the ground that she could reach it, although the terminal was over her head. Although she’d been part of the Providence’s bridge crew, Olivia had selected her for her expertise with complex machines. She’d grown up in the naval academy, changing her peers’ grades in the mainframe for a fee. She bent low and pulled off the bottom panel from the terminal, then placed her communicator in her lap.

Zuri tried to raise Octavia one more time and then decided that losing her communicator might be worth it. She split open the side and then ran a custom program—something she’d made a long time ago to widen the range but was now using to interface with the size manipulator. Once she had access to the controls, she ran a few test programs, making sure she could fire the device and also open and close the glass wall. So far, she could coax it into doing whatever she wanted.

But could she change the polarity of the chamber’s radiation?

It was worth a try, she thought.

She calibrated the machine, fearful that once the pilot entered high orbit, she would abandon the controls to get comfortable. But so far, Zuri was lucky. The miniaturization program was finicky, but with a little work and expertise, she figured out how to make it enlarge. It was vital that she check her code. With a program so powerful to shrink something so small, it could ultimately make a grain of sand as large as a planet. And no matter how big you were—if you were human, space would kill you completely.

Zuri was half-size, so she entered the parameters to return her to normal size. And a moment before hitting execute to start the timer so she could get inside, she grinned to herself and thought: This is a growing chamber. Why stop at a measly six feet tall?

***

It was a curse to be a Vixen with a conscience. Ella had been on so many missions in the last six weeks since the Grand Invitation that she’d grown numb to the whole process. She lived well and the Vixens took good care of their own but it was still shameful work—their cleansing of the galaxy. Now, she was ready to cut and run and she didn’t know if she could make it on her own.

Sure, she was a defector but would that make her friends with the Federation and the Imperials? Just because she would turn the Vixens against her didn’t mean it would align the others to her cause. Right now, she didn’t care about any of that. Right now, she wanted away from this system so she could think.

She’d already cleaned the SIN from her ship—they’d never be able to find it without a line of sight. But that was only part of the problem. The Vixens were spread across the galaxy now. It would take a lot of planning to find a system that was not yet under their thumb. For now, she had to worry about getting away from the Brara System.

Her ship—a Class 8 Shrinker—was headed toward Brara 11’s moon. There was a small outpost there but it was hardly the most insignificant part of the moon. It controlled the tides on Brara 11’s mostly ocean surface. She was planning on shrinking the moon—that had been the mission—and then take it back home to be squeezed for resources.

But she had a change of heart and upon reaching optimal range for attacking the moon, she slipped into frontier mode—hyperspace. It wouldn’t be so easy but she was preparing. For now, she plotted a course toward a very special ship that needed to be removed before she could successfully sail away into the proverbial sunset.

She heard a noise down in the hall leading to the bridge.

Ella set the ship to proximity mode, the hull cannons all swinging into place with a low click. She pushed away from her chair and headed through the doors and into the hall that would lead her to the crew quarters and her onboard mass reduction chamber. There should’ve been no one else on board. Sure, there were always tiny, shrunken men who served as wire rats, but she’d declined to pick any up before this mission. Right now, the entirety of the shrinker ship should have been quiet.

Ella proceeded down the hall and now she could see the doors to the mass reduction chamber standing open. Judging by the heat coming from the room, she figured it had been fired recently—something that should’ve been impossible given that her keycode was needed to initialize the device. She tapped her hip, cursing herself for leaving her sidearm in her personal quarters. This was supposed to be a solo mission—one to take her away from the Vixens. She had no need of weapons.

Just as she made it to the cross-section of the hallway, a flash of movement to her right caught her eye. She turned and swung her fist, ready to pummel whoever decided to stow aboard her ship when someone caught her forearm in mid-swing. Standing just before her was a giant woman—fifteen feet tall—with the eyes and lips of an Imperial. Her face was contorted in anger but Ella barely noticed that—her eyes were lingering down to her exposed breasts.

“Like them?” said the woman with an amused tone. “That’s what your people are here to do, right? Make the galaxy your playthings?”

Ella thought about mentioning that she was in the midst of splitting with the Vixens but somehow figured that was an unlikely story. Either way, the giantess grabbed her other arm and pulled her in at the same moment the big lady took a knee. Ella smacked right against her breast, then felt the nipple shoving into her mouth. True, Ella wanted to change her ways and be done with her people, but this was certainly a perk of the species. Still, she was used to being the larger person in such trysts.

The big lady’s nipple started to get hard between Ella’s lips and for a moment she forgot where she was—and that her ship had been invaded by one of the very people she was supposed to reduce and use at her disposal. The giantess was enjoying this encounter. She let go of Ella’s hands so the tinier woman could rub the long expanse of flesh in front of her, feeling the goosebumps race from one end to the other.

“I don’t . . . please,” said Ella. “I’m not your enemy.”

“I beg to differ,” said the giantess. She cupped Ella’s head and moved her over to the other nipple. The big lady’s body relaxed as she settled back on her knees, as if expecting this adventure to go on for some time. Ella was caught between wanting to keep playing, and wanting to make her getaway. It was dangerous to be sitting in orbit with no attempts at meeting her objective.

Ella didn’t want to hurt this big lady but she did need to regain control of the situation. Now that her hands were free, she initiated the slight tug of her fingers, the activation protocol for her wrist-mounted shrink ray. And perhaps it was the way Ella suddenly quieted, the way her arms tensed, or the gentle vibration of her device initializing, but the giantess knew what was about to happen.

She sprang alive at the last moment, snatching Ella’s wrists and holding them in the air. Her shrink ray fired into the ceiling, hitting one of the other overhead lights and dwindling it down until it could no longer remain attached to its wiring harness. It popped and sparked and rained down glass on them both.

“Nice try, pipsqueak,” said the big lady. And then, she was pulling Ella’s arm around, aiming the shrink ray into her own chest.

“No, stop! We can be friends!” she shouted.

“Not likely.” And then, the tip of the shrink ray was lined against Ella’s chest. The giantess squeezed her hand, painfully so, and Ella’s finger had no choice but to pull the trigger. She felt the wave of energy pass through her, and then she was dwindling down, her body compacting like so many others who’d felt the taste of her shrink ray.

The giantess kept her arm suspended in the air but it didn’t matter. Ella’s E-92 shrink ray worked from Alorna crystals that failed to function once they were miniaturized. Still, Ella played along, not wanting to anger the giantess. When she’d shrunken down to a foot tall, she knew it was over. That was the size Ella preferred her playmates to be—she was a fan of clit stimulation and nobody could stimulate a clit like a foot-tall person.

But to a fifteen-foot woman, she was much less than that.

“I’m Zuri,” said the giantess. “I suppose we should be on a first-name basis considering what I’m about to do to you.”

“Wha—?”

Zuri took a pretty, red fingernail and pried off Ella’s shirt. The little lady straightened up and allowed the giantess to do the same thing to her pants. She had an amazing body—most people thought so, but no one had ever seen it so small and pathetic. Ella felt like a failure to be made so completely tiny.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“I haven’t decided yet. But for now, how about this?”

She wrapped Ella in her fingers, pulled out the waistband of her pants, and shoved the tiny woman in. Ella felt the burn against her naked skin as she brushed against the woman’s stubble. It had not been immediately apparent that Zuri was so turned on, but now that Ella was between her legs, feeling her heat and wetness, it was quite clear. Zuri maneuvered her body so that the tiny woman fell lower, landing upon her pubic bone and then rolling down until she was in the seat of her pants, staring up in the darkness at the giant slit.

After that, the walls were closing in. Ella lurched forward, landing on the lips, wondering what was happening on the outside. It was Zuri’s hand pressing against her pants, coaxing the woman where to go. Ella followed her direction—there was little room for deviation. The world behind her was shrinking, the wall of pants coming closer, cutting off any escape. She rose up as Zuri cupped her hand and lifted, and now the giantess was opening up for her and Ella pushed her way in, knowing she was too small to make a difference.

But the way Zuri’s heat and wetness increased, it was clearly doing something nice for the giantess . . .

***

She stretched out in the hallway, enjoying this encounter. Zuri kicked off her shoes and examined her feet by the doorway, noting just how large they appeared in relation to the hall. Size tech was an amazing accomplishment. It was hard to believe that years ago, it was so prominently featured in all things. The Imperials stood a chance of making a comeback . . . until the Vixens showed up again.

Little Ella was doing a wonderful job, despite being a relative four inches tall to the big lady. Zuri could’ve lain there in the hallway all day, just fantasizing about shrinking men and women, but a sudden, blaring alert from the bridge shook her from the nice daydream. She sat up with a start, then ran to the source, only having to stoop when she entered through the bulkhead just before the bridge.

The consoles were all lit and the responder array was blinking. She flipped the switch, careful to make sure the video feed remained off. Zuri shoved the small seat aside, then got on her knees at the navigator’s terminal.

“Ella? Come in, Ella,” said a pleasant voice from the communicator. Zuri said nothing, just held her breath and waited. “Ella, you’re drifting off mission. Brara 11’s moon is not in your trajectory. Status report, come in?”

Again, Zuri was quiet, not sure what to do. She looked outside the long expanse of windows just as a large ship floated down to face the bridge. She knew enough about starships to realize they were in orbital alignment mode, and that the windows were electronically tinted to block out the light from stars—and to keep other ships from looking in.

“Ella, are you okay? If you don’t answer soon, we’re going to board you.”

“Fine,” said Zuri, as quick and as punctuated as possible in hopes that the crew of the other vessel wouldn’t pick up that this was an entirely different woman.

“Ella. I’m going to need you to say your challenge phrase. Safety protocol three. Answer, please.”

Zuri was familiar with this request. All captains had a set of code words to indicate whether they were under duress or not. One answer was to indicate all is well, but the other answer—say, if a captain was ordered to behave through violence, was to alert that they needed help. The aggressor usually didn’t know which word indicated which status. Zuri didn’t know the ‘all is well’ word either, so this left her with a problem.

Grudgingly, she hooked a thumb into her pants and said, “Hey! Get out here. I need help!”

But the tiny woman was burrowing deeper and Zuri knew she wouldn’t be able to hear. So, she went fishing, reaching inside and using her fingers to pincer Ella’s leg. She pulled her out, clawing and kicking and placed her on the console. The tiny, dripping woman looked around, listening to the alert and examining the mega-sized cruiser just outside their window.

“Answer padlock on top!” she said. “Hurry, that’s the ‘all is clear’ message!”

“Are you lying to me?” Zuri asked, feeling as though Ella was in no place to make trouble.

“I’m not, I promise. Do it before they want to board us!”

Zuri pressed the communicator and in her low, least verbalized voice, croaked out, “Padlock on top.” It was a tense moment that followed, the tiny woman on the console and the giantess in the floor. Both waited for a request to provide additional information.

“Press that,” said Ella, pointing to a large, oval button to the left of the console. “That will bring our weapon systems online.”

Zuri followed her instructions, pressing the button and feeling the whole ship vibrate. She hoped that those aboard the vessel right outside couldn’t detect them arming up and preparing to fire. With her hand hovering on the rail launcher, she waited for a response from the ship. The seconds ticked away and Ella said, “Just fire on them. We need to go.”

Zuri almost did as she suggested, but finally, the ship replied: “Okay, Ella. Be safe. Over and out.” And then, the ship passed overhead and both girls breathed a little easier.

“What do you have against your own people?” asked Zuri, but thought she already knew.

“We can talk about it later, when we’re not in this system. I need you to follow my instructions so we can get out of here. Right now, hyperjumping isn’t possible out of this system. We have to take out that ship.”

She pointed far off, to a massive Juggernaut class warship. These vessels usually provided infrastructure to fleets and it was the biggest one Zuri had ever encountered. Taking control of the ship, she piloted them closer, watching as the massive vessel began to fill up their screen.

“What do you suggest?” asked Zuri. “Look at that thing’s ion cannons!” There were so many on its hull that she could hardly see anything else.

Ella said, “It won’t matter. We’re currently inside the most powerful ship.”

Zuri didn’t believe that. She said, “This seems like suicide. I don’t want to go along with your self-destructive plans.”

“This certainly isn’t suicide. And I’m on your side, believe it or not. I hate the Vixens.”

Zuri stared at her for a moment, gauging her words along with what she witnessed before boarding the ship. She was inclined to believe her. She didn’t understand why or how, but she did.

“I want answers once we’re out of here. And if you’re running from the Vixens, might I suggest the Trestia system.”

“That’s not possible. Vixens control every planet there.”

That made Zuri’s heart sink. She said, “Then how about Egara?” She wanted to make sure Yasmin was okay—and possibly rescue her.

“That’s possible,” said Ella. “Vixen presence there is light. Just one Pleasure Center. We can do that.”

“Fine. Tell me what to do.”

“How about we establish a little trust and you return me to normal size?”

Zuri saw no harm in it—with her own fifteen-foot height, she could easily overpower the smaller woman. They returned to the mass reduction chamber where Zuri promptly returned her to normal size. Ella didn’t wait around. She jogged back to the bridge, then pulled the seat around so she could arm the weapon system—something she claimed the Vixens had only one of per system.

The screen lit up, a crosshair appeared on the glass above them and then Ella said, “Watch this.”

Their entire vessel began to shake violently and suddenly a brilliant, white beam left the hull and enveloped the entire Juggernaut. Zuri waited for it to turn and start firing upon them but that didn’t happen. Instead, it slowly began to shrink. She didn’t think it was possible to reduce something so big, but then again, this ship was headed to miniaturize a moon before Ella changed her mind.

They watched the vessel dwindle on and on until they couldn’t even see it floating in space. Ella started to hit a few switches, the steady hum went away, and then she initiated the hyperspace protocols.

“Off to Egara,” said Ella. “And we both need to find clothes if we plan on landing anywhere.”

***

While Vixen presence might not have been extreme in the Egara system, it still felt that way to Yasmin. The Vixens were far crueler to the Federation than to the Imperials, mostly because the Galactic Giantesses were aligned closer to their mindset. Yasmin didn’t know much of what happened on the outside world. She’d been living on one of the giantess’s feet for the last few days.

She was only two inches tall and she worked with a crew of twenty other ladies to massage the tired, achy feet of some high-level captain. They called this place a Pleasure Center and she could see why. With her limited vision, she was able to discern that most of the Vixens came here to get off and unwind. Their low, guttural cries echoed across the room.

Yasmin knelt down and pushed her hands into the tough sole of the giantess. All twenty of them worked a vertical row from heel to toe, so it was easy to see what a long day of work it would be. The only break she got was when they let them eat and use the facilities. For that, they were enlarged to a whopping six inches tall, as it was easier to deal with that size than people so small that they were mistakenly crushed.

“What’s going to happen?” asked Minerva, a councilwoman who worked in the same building as Yasmin, pre-Vixen invasion.

She shrugged. “We have to play along until we get an opportunity to escape. I have friends. They’ll come.”

She didn’t believe that. The only friends she had right now were the twenty women who worked a giant foot, day in and day out. But that was about to change.

The doors swung open and an in walked a giant Vixen—important by the looks of her regalia. She stopped at the waist-high table holding the shrunken, dining women, and said, “I’m looking for Yasmin.”

All eyes turned to her as she stood, feeling her blood turn cold.

“I’m Yasmin.”

The giantess plucked her from the table and held her close to her face. She was beautiful, indeed, but so were all of the Vixens.

“You have administration experience with this building?” she asked. This building was Yasmin’s old place of work, the administration wing for the ruling class on Egara.

“I do.”

“Then you’re being reassigned. Let’s go.”

“Might I ask what I’ll be doing?”

The giantess stopped, considered how rude the tiny, six-inch woman had been, then said, “You’re going to help us track down the resistance and shrink them.”

“The resistance?”

“That’s right. There are pockets all over this city. You have knowledge we need.”

“Okay,” she said. “I understand.”

She was smiling as the giantess carried her away. She didn’t believe this ‘resistance’ had much hope.

But it was a start.

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