Giant (G/T) One-Shots

Cop Out

Warning: My older writing/loosely proof-read.

"Heya morsel! Ye look like ye'd make a delicious snack." A uniformed giant called Strabo scooped up the uniformed human into his hands.

"Put me down, bitch, or I'll report you to HR quicker than you can down donuts," Stower snapped.

"Oh bah~" Strabo chuckled but obediently put her back onto the floor.

She despised these fools, but truly, they were her brothers. Being a female officer had enough challenges, but being a human officer in a giant-dominated workplace was horrendous. They were all horny, hungry, and huge. But she knew they also adored her and always had her back. Even if they licked her a few times.

"Jackasses, where's old man Popred?" she called out.

"Over here, Stower!" Popred called back, approaching her.

"We're getting another human, straight out of the academy," Stower informed him. A few heads poked up.

"When?" Popred asked with concern. Normally, they didn't send fresh meat humans straight to this place. They'd start them out at human-dominated places and eventually migrate them over to a more diverse station. A lot of humans still quit or transferred after being sent here.

She was the only human who hadn't asked for a transfer, and some days she had the forms out, ready on her desk.

"Sometime today. His name is Scott Mither." she informed him.

"I hope he comes around durin' lunch. I forgot t'bring lunch today." A man called Erikels smirked.

"You're the main reason why we can't keep humans," another giant called Sinclair accused him.

"You're just as bad yourself," Erikels huffed.

"How about you both cease your dickery?" she suggested.

"That's no fun, morsel!" Erikels whined.

"Try to play nice for at least his first month," Popred ordered.

"First month?" Sinclair gaped. "I'll try to be nice today."

"I'll be very nice, but I'm pretty sure we have different meanings of nice," a man called Molvord deadpanned.

"You're an asshole. Don't even pretend to put a label on it." Stower huffed, waddling back to her desk.

...

"Hello! I'm Scott Mither. I've been assigned to this station." the young, human man announced.

"Just at lunchtime. I called it." Erikels grinned.

"Honestly, he does look delicious," Sinclair agreed.

"What?" Mither squeaked out.

"It hasn't even been a minute yet, you sons of bitches," Stower groaned, "Ignore them. Your desk is over here beside me." He rushed over, seemingly relieved by the presence of another human. He sat down into the seat beside her.

"I don't see any other humans here," he commented.

"There aren't any," she explained.

He gasped. "What?"

"We're the only ones," she said matter-of-factly, "You went to an all human academy, didn't you?"

"Well yeah, but they said giants weren't much different than humans," he muttered, "He called me delicious..."

"They do that. They might try to eat you too." she informed him.

"What?" He glanced around at the surrounding giants.

"Relax. They won't kill ya." she reassured him. Giant biology was weird, and since murder was illegal, a giant might swallow you, but they'd cack you up later. It was still a horrifying experience, and those assholes continued to put her through it.

"What do you mean it won't kill you?" he hissed.

"Do they never teach any of you guys this stuff in training? Hell. There's even a good chance you'll be eaten in the field." she huffed.

"How are you just so calm about this?" he wailed, "Haven't you reported this to HR?"

She smirked. "Yep. HR is a giant too. His last name is Emmanuel. If you use your complaints sparingly, then he'll have your back. But if you complain too much, then he'll eat you too."

"That's so messed up. Have you talked to the Chief about this?" he asked.

She sighed. "Yep."

"He'll eat you too, won't he?" he murmured weakly.

"Yep."

"Is there anything that can be done?" he inquired.

"You can transfer," she suggested.

"Alright." He nodded. "Wait. Why haven't you transferred yet?"

"Well...that's a good question. I guess if you can bare with their bullshit, then you'll forever have a group of badass giants that always have your back." She smiled wryly.

"Aww, lass," Sinclair cooed.

She grimaced. "Those bitches overhear everything."