AN: Another story arc down. Nothing much to say. I've got one more story arc planned out for this story, and then we'll see what happens. Story definitely won't end at that point, but if I haven't been able to come up with sufficient material for another arc, I'll probably have to temporarily shelve the story until I get inspired again. Anyway, enjoy the end of this latest episode of Gigant.
Du Ev: Hope the laughs weren't too cheap. But I'm glad to see that somebody got that reference :)
Luna winced in pain as another car-sized fist smashed into her midsection, but otherwise remained unmoved. Luna wasn't a violent person by nature (unless one messed with her family or her girlfriend), nor did she have Lynn's aptitude for, or inclinations towards fighting. But, she did know how to take care of herself. Some of the concerts she went to on a regular basis could get pretty rough, and being able to deliver a well placed headbutt to an overzealous mosh pit-er could make or break the experience. Speaking of which...
WHAM!
Luna couldn't help but smirk a little at the very satisfying crunch that resounded when she slammed her forehead into her opponent's face. Seeing the way the older woman stumbled back, clutching her nose in obvious pain, it got Luna's blood pumping. She licked her lips as she shuffled forward, ready to capitalize on her advantage—
"Sam Kick!"
And promptly halted in place as a large blur flashed by Luna and crashed into her still reeling foe, knocking her to the ground with a thunderous crash. Luna suffered a brief moment of existential dread, having been denied the opportunity to revenge herself upon the woman who had so terrorized her siblings...but quickly got over it as she took in the scene before her.
Sam Sharp, standing tall, literally larger than life. Her usual jacket and jeans combo now replaced with cyan, form-fitting spandex which left very little to the imagination. As Luna took in the sight of her girlfriend, standing above her fallen foe, her beautiful blonde hair dramatically flowing in the breeze, looking for all the world like some sort of Nordic goddess, Luna felt her blood begin pumping one more, though now for an entirely different reason...
"Get yer mitts off my girl"! Sam growled as she hoisted the still dazed woman back to her feet. Sam took a deep breath, presumably preparing some kind of snappy one-liner, of a cutting jibe of some kind, and—
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
—Proceeded to...breathe all over the woman's face. Completely ineffectually. Luna let out a very disappointed sigh as she felt her lady-boner shrinking into oblivion. Silence fell upon the battlefield, as three very confused giant woman simply stood there, staring at each other, waiting for something about this scenario to finally make sense.
"Sam?" Luna asked at last, stepping forward and delivering a very unenthusiastic punch to the yellow-clad woman's face. "How are you here, and what the hell was that?"
Sam slid behind the woman and pinned her arms behind her back, rendering her helpless. "I wanted to surprise you by destroying your enemy with my atomic breath." She said, pouting.
"Atomic what?" Luna balled up her fists and began laying into the now helpless woman, who was now looking like the world's sexiest punching bag.
"Atomic Breath!" Sam repeated in annoyed, as if that meant something. "Work the body, babe."
Luna only grunted in response, but complied, shifting her focus to the woman's lower body. She was starting to see why Lynn was so into this kind of thing, it did wonders for working out your frustrations.
"Remember that movie we saw with Lincoln? The one with the giant monsters? One of them shot fire-laser things from its mouth."
Luna briefly paused her workout to level a confused look at the blonde. "And you just assumed you could do that too?"
"I mean..." Sam shrugged, noncommittally. "I'm a giant monster now. It seemed to track at the time."
"Speaking of which—" Luna began...
"That's kaiju!" Squeaked a tiny voice. A very familiar voice. And it sounded like it was coming from...
Suddenly having lost all interest in the fight, Luna lifted the braised and contused woman from Sam's grasp, and unceremoniously flung her to the side, not even bothering to look to see where she'd landed. She looked her annoyed girlfriend up and down, seeking the source of the voice...
"Kaiju." Repeated the tiny voice. "You're toku. Totally different genre, I think. I'm still kinda new at this too."
And there it was. Nestled in the valley of Sam's exposed cleavage lay her little brother, looking rather comfortable, reclining in the pocket of her girlfriend's ample breasts.
"Hey Luna." Lincoln waved to her, and Luna found herself absentmindedly returning the gesture. She felt herself feeling oddly envious, but whether that envy was for her brother or Sam, even Luna couldn't say.
"See something you like, Lunes?" Sam teased, cupping her breasts in her hands and hoisting them up closer towards Luna's face. Luna found herself silently nodding in appreciation. The few was extremely nice.
In the heat of battle it had been easy to lose perspective of just how unreal the situation had become. Brawling with the other woman had forced Luna to narrow her scope to the battle at hand, the pair of them trampling through a, by now, more or less thoroughly flattened and empty park, nothing especially obstructive or intrusive to bother them. Seeing her little brother so casually sitting atop her girlfriend's womanly peaks, as though they were some kind of novelty furniture, really brought home the enormity of the situation. No pun intended.
Luna shivered as she felt Sam's arms encircle her, pulling her close.
"What ya thinkin', Lunes?" Sam purred, tracing her fingers down Luna's flank. The Loudest Loud shivered, suddenly very aware of just how thin these goofy looking jumpsuits they were wearing really were. It was almost as if they were wearing nothing at all...
"Sam! Be careful!" She heard Lincoln cry out. Looking down, Luna could see her little brother had fallen forward, now straddling the impromptu bridge formed where her own breasts smushed against Sams. As she stared at the small boy, squirming atop the joined maidenflesh, she found herself thinking that this particular situation was...kind of unreasonably hot...
"You're thinking this is kind of unreasonably hot." Sam murmured into Luna's ear, causing the rocker to flinch. Stupid mind reading girlfriends!
The trio were pulled from their moment of intimacy as a loud, hagard groan resounded from behind them. Luna turned, seeing the woman in yellow, once again struggling to her feet.
"Give...me...boy..." She hissed, defiant, even though the very act of standing was clearly taking its toll on her.
"Oh, yeah." Said Sam. "I guess we should probably take care of her, huh?"
"So, uh, how exactly do we go about finishing this?" Luna asked. "We've been wailing on this girl for a while now, but she doesn't stay down."
"You've gotta beat her with your finishing move." Lincoln called out, having resumed his original position on Sam, and no longer in danger of being smothered by bliss. Luna found herself feeling oddly disappointed by that. Wait, was he starting to sink again? Maybe she should reach down and—
"Like my atomic breath?" Sam asked excitedly, unknowingly pulling Luna from her fugue. Right, focus on the task at hand. First save the day, then maybe see about exploring these strange new urges that were now compounding her already unwholesome feelings for her little brother...
"You don't have atomic breath, Sam." Lincoln chastised the older girl. "Least, I'm pretty sure you don't."
"Phooey." Sam scuffed her foot in annoyance, carving out a rather large hole in the ground as she did so. "Then what do we have?"
"Well...Leni just kinda punches stuff, usually."
"Oh?" Sam inquired, now interested. "Like some kind of Leni Punch?" Luna started in surprise as Sam's fist briefly crackled with cyan colored energy.
"More or less. But there's also this other thing we can try. But, uh..." Lincoln coughed, reddening slightly. "I think I need to be...touching...you, to make it happen."
"More than you're already touching me?" Sam smirked, and jiggled her breasts for emphasis.
"Um. Actually, this is kind of...exactly how much I need to be touching you. I think." Wait, what?
"H-hey Sam." Luna asked, trying to keep her voice level as she slowly reached for Lincoln. "Maybe I should be the one to—"
Luna yelped as Sam slapped her hand away. "You had your chance." The blonde chastised her, before turning back to Lincoln.
"Alright Linky." She cooed, winking at him suggestively. "Let me have it. Just be gentle."
"R-right." Lincoln nodded and closed his eyes, placing his palms atop Sam's breasts. "G-give me a second..."
The seconds stretched on with nothing happening. Luna briefly turned her attention away from what was suddenly the least interesting attempt at getting to second base she'd ever seen, so she could check on their enemy.
"Small...booooooy..." The woman rasped, still very slowly trudging towards the three of them. At this rate, she might manage to close the distance in twenty, thirty minutes. Luna was almost starting to feel bad for her at this point. Almost
ZAP!
A brief flash of light, and a loud crackling noise were enough to command Luna's attention once more. She turned to see that her girlfriend was now effused in a corona of bright energy.
"Woah!" Sam cried out, as the air around her began to crackle with power so palpable that it could be felt just as easily as it could be seen. "This feels awesome! But what do I do now?"
"Well..." Lincoln called out, barely audible over the constant crackling and popping that now filled the air, "Leni just kind of shot it. Like a laser? So maybe you could just..."
"SAMDOUKEN!" The blonde cried out, cupping her hands together and thrusting them forward. Much to Luna's surprise, an enormous blast of energy erupted from her outstretched palms, and rocketed towards the woman in yellow. She barely had time to registed the woman's surprised expression before the blast collided with her and exploded, the world suddenly replaced by an endless sea of blinding white light. When the light faded, and the dust had settled, all that was left of the woman was a large, blackened scorch mark on the battle scarred ground.
"Bloody hell!" Luna cried out, shocked at how quickly that had turned. A glance at Lincoln showed that the pale haired boy appeared to be just as surprised.
"Woo hoo!" Sam whooped, pumping her fist in the air. "That was awesome! What can we blow up next?"
Boop-Boop!
Fiona winced as the television screen froze on the remains of the now destroyed minion. She tentatively turned her attention to Darkness, who sat at his desk, gently waggling the tv remote up and down. He didn't look angry. But that provided little comfort. Darkness was an eldritch monstrosity who adopted the guise of a man when it suited him. He didn't need to look like anything...
"I'm not angry." He said, calmly. Which was promising, but not any kind of guarantee. Darkness was never above lying, especially if it brought him amusement. Or vindication. Or if it was a day that ended in "Y"...
"Really?" Maggie asked. "Because I could totally see how an outsider looking in might think this was our fault. But mostly Fiona's."
Fiona rounded on the girl, snarling, but froze in place as Darkness held up one hand. Please, no more paperwork...
"No, I'm not." He affirmed, slowly putting his hand back down. "You did the job you were asked to do. After a fashion. I can't blame you for what was clearly RD's fault. Apparently there's still a few bugs to be worked out in the new minions behavior routines"
"That's uncharacteristically generous of you." Fiona point out, still suspicious.
Darkness shrugged. "You managed to obtain some valuable data and cause a little chaos in the process. That's a success, even by the incredibly unfair standards I gleefully hold you to, Fiona."
That...wasnt the most insulting complement she'd ever gotten. Today.
"Besides." Darkness snapped his fingers, causing Fiona to flinch out of habit. "We have spares."
True to form, the office door opened and three identical Thicc QTs quickly filed into the room.
"Small Boy!" They squawked in unison, eliciting a sigh from the brunette.
"Seems like these have the exact same problems as the last one, boss." Fiona pointed out unenthused.
"Of course, they're from the same production batch. We should have that sorted out when we roll out Thicc QT 2.0."
"Then why keep them around?" Fiona asked.
"I'm not. Which is the main reason why you two are being let off the hook."
"Of course." Fiona grumbled. She knew the other shoe was going to drop eventually.
"I don't follow." Maggie opined.
"I'll explain." Darkness reached into his desk and pulled out a pile of documents, sliding them over towards the girls. Fiona reached over and snagged the top one, not feeling especially interested until she saw the bold lettering at the top.
"A summons?" She asked, genuinely shocked. "You're being sued?"
Darkness shrugged. "I rather liked the idea of constructing a minion based upon my previous host. I thought that design would lend itself well to combat applications, which it clearly did. After a fashion."
"She got exploded." Maggie pipped up.
"Quite." Darkness nodded. "We'll have to work on that. The problem is that..." He gestured towards the now paused news broadcast they had just been watching "Said host, one 'Quinlan Timber', seems to have caught wind of today's festivities, and is now suing the company for the unauthorized use of her likeness."
"How the heck did she know it was us?" Fiona's face scrunched up in confusion.
Boop. Be-Boop
The scene on the television immediately began to reverse itself, running backwards through the fight. Darkness halted the feed around a point where the new cyan-clad giantess had slipped around QT and flipped up her skirt, resulting in a panty shot of the minion's prodigious derriere that would no doubt be making its rounds across the internet for years to come. Fiona'd had a good chuckle the first time she'd seen it, taking no small amount of amusement in the rebellious minion's embarassment, but now, frozen as it was, she could see that there was writing on the constructs panties.
"Darkness Inc." It read. "Where Evil...Is!"
"That's a terrible slogan." Maggie opined.
"We're still workshopping it."
"That's a terrible place to put a terrible slogan." Fiona added.
Darkness shrugged. "Agree to disagree, it tested rather well with focus groups."
"Whatever." Fiona rolled her eyes. "So you're...what, trying to get rid of the evidence until this thing blows over?"
"That sounds dishonest." Said Maggie.
"Which is exactly why we're doing it." Darkness clapped his hands in delight. "Two misdeeds for the price of one."
"So, what?" Fiona drawled, feeling more at ease now that she knew she wasn't getting exploded today. "You gonna send the bombshells on a vacation."
"Something like that." Darkness pressed a button on his remote, and the news feed was replaced with what appeared to be a map of Michigan, albeit a fairly barebones one. Royal Woods was clearly marked, but the only other making was an unlabeled glowing spot some distance away.
"The boys in the recently reconstructed and restaffed R&D department have been picking up some very interesting readings from the neighboring city, as of late. Since the QTs need to disappear for a while, I thought this might be a good time to have them investigate."
"Do you really trust them to operate on their own?" Fiona arched one eyebrow, surprised.
"Of course not. That's where you two come in, you'll be overseeing the mission remotely by staying in constant radio contact with our agents. Naturally, you'll be fully responsible for their failures.
"Hurray?" Maggie asked, looking to Fiona, who emphatically shook her head.
Fiona sighed, sitting back up in her seat. "Fine. It's not like we have a choice. Besides, it'll be nice to not have to worry about those Loud kids for once. Especially Leni." Fiona involuntarily twitched as her frienemy's name came out. "So where are they going, and what are they looking for?"
"No idea what the thing is." Darkness said. "But we know its powerful, and that's reason enough to go after it. As for the location, it appears to be in a place called..." He shuffled through another stack of documents. "Ah, yes. Great Lakes City."
Lynn's eyes fluttered open at the squeaking of bed springs awakened her from her slumber. The day's events had been...trying, to say the least. When she, Lincoln, Luna and Sam had staggered home far past curfew, they'd been greeted by an audience of angry sisters, and equally enraged parents. Being late, on top of having been out while another attack was going on and not phoning home to tell everyone they were okay had resulted in the four of them being in a lot of trouble, but what was she supposed to tell her parents? "No big mom and dad, Lincoln and I are fine. I'm actually some kind of giant superhero now, and I'm gonna go fight this under dressed monster lady now, see you guys for dinner!"
Even worse had been following that lambasting, which only ended when mom and dad had screamed themselves too hoarse to keep going. Lori, Leni, and Luan had dragged the four of them into Lincoln's room, and the screaming began anew, albeit slightly subdued to try and maintain at least some halfhearted attempt at secrecy. The trio hadn't been especially happy to find out that she, Luna, and Sam had joined their little superhero club. Even less so when Sam had declared herself to be Lincoln's new girlfriend. Things had taken a quick turn for the violent. Already tired and annoyed from the tongue lashing they'd already received, Lynn had kept to the edges of the fray, waiting for an opportunity. When an enraged Lori had smashed Lincoln's bed onto the younger blonde, shattering it into a million pieces, Lynn had deemed that suitably distracting, grabbing her little brother, and discretely fleeing the battle as quickly as she was able.
"Hey Luce!" She'd announced, slipping into their room with Lincoln hoisted over her head, quickly closing the door behind her. "Look what I got us!"
And so with a little prodding, Lincoln had grudgingly agreed to spend the night with his two favorite sisters. And the trio had drifted off to sleep, huddled together in mutual sibling bliss.
...until now, at least.
Careful so as to not draw attention to herself, Lynn cracked her eyes open the minimum amount she needed to see, and peered through the darkness, seeking the source of the disturbance. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the low light, but eventually, she was able to make out the faint form of...Lucy?
Night vision took over, and began to fill in the details she'd missed. Lucy was currently straddling their brother, seemingly deep in thought. She reached out with one tiny hand, and gently stroke the boy's cheek. Lincoln let out a pleased murmur as she did so, and a small smile worked its way onto the girl's face. Lynn thought the scene was strangely wholesome.
Lucy leaned down, lowering her face towards Lincoln's. Her pale lips beginning to spread apart as the distance between her and her brother closed. It almost looked like she was going to...oh!
Lynn felt her cheeks begin to redden. She wasn't sure if she should stop this or not. One the one hand, she was already sharing Lincoln with half a dozen other girls, and she wasn't especially keen on adding to that list. On the other...it was Lucy. Her best friend. If Lynn had been able to remove herself from the equation and pick a single sister to fix up with her little bro, Lucy would be at the top of the list, hands down. So, in that regard, at least, she was perfectly amicable with letting the younger girl take her due.
On the other hand...memories of all the things she'd learned that day began to bubble up from her subconscious. Lincoln telling her, embarrassed, exactly how he went about giving his sisters the power they needed to fight off the crazy giant ladies that kept attacking the city. Lynn's own experience, doubling as her first kiss with her little brother. Her surprise at awakening sometime later, finding a giant sized Sam and Luna arguing over possession of the small boy. This little ability of Lincoln's had thrown quite the wrench into their relatively idyllic suburban lives. And while she wasn't totally against the idea of Lucy joining their little group, the girl should know what she was getting into first, right? Especially since, as it had just occurred to Lynn, Lincoln's little power didn't do so well in tight, confined spaces...like the bedroom they currently resided in...
...yeah, that would be really bad. Lynn opened her mouth to shout a warning to the younger girl, when suddenly...she stopped.
Lucy paused, hovering over Lincoln, only millimeters separating her lips from his. And then, much to Lynn's relief, Lucy pulled away. Lincoln's chastity, or at least, what remained of it, untarnished.
Lucy straightened up, and looked towards the far end of their bedroom. At the wall they never really used for anything. There wasn't anything wrong with it, really, but they had three other, perfectly good walls. That fourth wall just seemed unnecessary, for the most part.
"I thought about it." Lucy said to the air. "I thought I might go through with it. But...I think it might be best to wait, for now. Lincoln's life is complicated as it is, I think I can allow him a little courtesy for the moment. Give him some time to adjust."
Then, she smirked. "But I won't be able to wait forever. My time will come, sooner or later."
Her speech finished, Lucy contented herself with giving Lincoln a peck on the cheek. When she slid back under the covers, snuggled up alongside her brother, and drifted off to sleep.
Lynn was...confused, running the speech through her head as best she could remember it. Who had Lucy been talking to? And what had she been talking about? It's not like...she knew already, right?
Lynn shook her head, dismissing the troubling thoughts for the moment, as she nuzzled her face into Lincoln's neck. She'd had a long day, and this newest bout of weirdness was just making her head hurt. She'd think more on it tomorrow. Maybe.
AN: Quinlan Timber is the name Whimfu1 gave Thicc QT in his story, Age Gap. I've always thought it was a cute idea to give her a name with the same initials, and I think its the only story I've ever seen where someone tried to do something interesting with her, so I threw in that little reference.