My Original GT/Vore One-shots

David-Goliath Uni 5: Daily Slingshot

Possible setup for an upcoming book

At 7am Giant head of D-Golly campus police, Captain Bishop arrived at the security office, passing a doll-sized desk on the way to his own large oak one. "Morning Tiffany," said the Giant mustachioed university cop, nodding at the tiny human lady seated at the tiny desk.

      "Hiya Cap!" squeaked tiny Officer Tiffany, waving from her thimble sized desk chair, next to a small potted plant that looked like an overhanging tree behind Tiffany.

         Before beelining to his desk as usual, Cap took a seat in the little conference room. First thing that morning he had an appointment to be interviewed for a quote by a student reporter. D-Golly PD provided approved information for The Slingshot college newspaper, a few times a week at least. Such a routine engagement hadn't stopped the veteran campus turnkey Bishop from stopping at the campus barista for his morning toffee latte. Right at the scheduled time confirmed by email, there was knock at the giant conference room door and walked a familiar young neck beard giant with a beanie and rimmed glasses. "Have a seat Wendell," invited Bishop, gesturing to the seat next to him.

       Wendell Daniels was a pretty active and well-known student, fitting into Captain Bishop's generalized category of "hipster". His twin sister Kendall played on the giantess DGU lacrosse team with the Captain's niece. When he'd realized it was Wendall who reached out to him for the newspaper via email, Bishop was happy to grant him a time slot. As soon as he sat down however, Wendell had oddly apologetic smirk on his face. "Morning Captain Bishop," muttered the young giant. "May I present your interviewer." With a steady, calculated flip of his wrist, Wendell produced his tiny human girlfriend, Heather from the breast pocket of his flannel shirt. Already her notepad at the ready, the tiny female was placed in front of Cap, right beside his toffee latte before he blinked.

"Figures," Cap groaned, acknowledging he'd been successfully hoodwinked after recognizing Heather. Wendell and Heather Fritz, human journalism major and the Daily Slingshot senior editor were easily DGU's most prolific couple. "Good morning Miss Fritz," he grunted, propping his chin up on his fist, eye-level with the feisty student now standing next to his desk lamp.

   "Sorry for the subterfuge Captain," said Heather, with an almost sardonic note in her chirpy voice. "But when I email and call you always seem to be too busy." Heather clicked her pen, staring down the overweight adult giant in uniform towering above her, making it clear she would not be shooed.

     "Ask your questions," Captain muttered rubbing forehead. "Wouldn't want to short change you for your byline."
       
         "What's DGPD planning to do to beef up security on the human dorms?" asked Heather, intently, somehow making it seem like the mountainous Giant officer was the one under a sleuth's magnifying glass. "Amid last night's attack on Pluto Hall?" for some reason she felt the need to pontificate.

      "I hardly call an act of vandalism with spray paint as an attack, Heather," bemoaned Captain, downing the last of his heavily sweetened coffee.

       Two human dormitories currently stood on David-Goliath U's expansive campus, both of unique architecture, to put it mildly. From the outside they looked almost interchangeable from giant tool-sheds but really, each housed hundreds of impish schoolmates. Pluto Hall was the first tinier scaled dorm, built thirty five years ago. Before then, although accepting human students D-Golly denied on campus living to the tiny student body. To this day, Pluto Hall remained the most populous of the human housing subdivisions. At some point during the previous night, a student, almost certainly a giant based on the height and size of the graffiti, had spray painted an offensive proclamation on the outer wall of Pluto Hall's superstructure, and murmurs around the commissary that morning already told Captain Bishop the tiny demographic was frightened.

      Seeing the wide-eyed, fiery look in the little human girl's face at his denying an attack, Captain Bishop bit his tongue. Before he could discern what he had said which was offensive, Heather clarified. "Someone spray-paints "Colossus's Axiom" on a human subdivision and you don't consider that an aggression?!"

     "I didn't say that," retorted Bishop, sounding comically whiny and defensive towards the tiny girl. "We're taking the threat under serious scrutiny."

      "Can I quote you on that?" asked Heather, while her henpecked giant boyfriend drummed his fingers on the conference table, like a techie bodyguard to her.

      "Quote me on this," invited Captain Bishop, refilling his foam cup at the coffee urn in the corner. Confidence now in his voice, he proclaimed. "Here at David-Goliath Uni, there has not been a giant on human hate crime in over five years."

        "No reported hate crimes," Heather predicated, as if having tactically prepped for this. Of course, being the bookworm she was, Heather was quite familiar with this data. And being the outspoken revolutionary student she was, she had her theories on the real stats. "Also, five years isn't that long, Cap. Especially considered D-Golly was founded almost two thousand years ago. And humans have only been attending for twenty-six years."

       Finally the newspaper silent partner spoke up. Raising his eyebrows above his blocky spectacle frames, Wendell said "Right and that same year D-Golly's campus police showed their colors, right Captain?"

         A mist of glum awkwardness fell about the conference room at Wendell's words. Everyone knew about the Great Misstep, even a generation later and it was sometimes a taboo subject. Although David-Goliath University was famously the first college in the giant realm to start accepting student applicants, they did not allow the diminutive students to live on campus until much more recently. A year after the school beginning human enrollment, the smaller peers became outraged that they were forced to commute and held a protest at an admin building. When campus responded hastily to the call they used a little too much force and speed and some Giant officers crushed some human protestors underfoot. Back in those days it was the Slingshot itself which gave the event its symbolically squeamish moniker of Misstep.

"Not the Misstep again," sighed Bishop, flippantly breaking the silence. "All due respect, that incident was a long time e ago. Caused by incompetent officers, no longer are employed here. Both the school and the department has long since paid it's debt. Plus these days the DGU police has made significant turnover."

"You have one human officer on the campus police force and she rides a desk." Heather pointed to the tiny officer, who had a mini desk by the file cabinets. Officer Tiffany only took phone calls and worked dispatch, although she donned a blue uniform. "Wendell don't you love how the school hides behind their liberal agenda?"

       Desperate to derail this verbal "attack" on the campus PD, Cap altered the conversational trajectory. "I was just about to look over the CCTV footage from outside Pluto Hall, would you two like to view it with me?" Hopefully this quid pro quo would be enough for Heather not to sneak any bias about the department out of any The Slingshot editorials.