Vignettes :3 by Sunny

Rays of sun flitted through the trees, the orchestra to the dance of light across the damp forest floor. Ancient gnarled roots tethered towering trees deep in the soil. Even the dead ones fallen trunks and stumps provided homes for the myriad creatures that lived there; from possums, deer, and serpents, to the humble insects which crept through the rotting logs like the crypts of a basilica devoted to the spirits who protected these woods.

Sounds of life were everywhere, a soft choral of chirping, buzzing, and crunching foliage. The trickling of water dribbling from stony cracks covering a hidden spring formed a small stream of cool, clean water. It smelled sweet, the chilled scent of fresh growth and sour tang of rot from which new life would spring and eventually decay filling the crisp air. With a soft breeze passing through, anything would feel rejuvenated in such environs.

A coyote emerged from a bush, dragging back a freshly killed forest fowl by the neck. Normally he would have dug in where the meal lay, but he had other responsibilities. Passing over the threshold of scent marking his territory, he dropped the bird and began digging holes with his front paws. Content with the pits in the soft, fertile soil, he dismembered the meal in his jaws, placing pieces in different holes and covering them up.

From a hole in a nearby tree, a stubby, fluffy snout poked out and sniffed the air tentatively. Another followed, and another, until four pups cautiously stalked out from the den. The mother coyote came trotting out behind them, and made a beeline through the miniature pack to the returning hunter, nuzzling her snout into his full one. He dropped what he was carrying; a chunk reserved specifically for he and his mate. The pair ate in shifts, watching over the fledgling pups as they learned to dig and forage for their food in the holes their progenitor had dug.

The soft sounds of chewing and puppish whining added to the orchestra of the forest in a subtle, yet undeniably vital way.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The off tempo percussion interrupted the orchestra, and many of its players ground to a halt and silenced their music ministrations. The cracking of not just branches but whole trees grew as the booms approached closer. The source burst through the treeline; a dirty bare foot the length of a sapling, the color of birch.

It crashed through a fallen log as it came down, shaking all the trees nearby and sending shrapnel of rotted wood out in all directions. The long toes flexed and grabbed unconsciously into the soil, digging the tough sole deeper into the soft ground. The giantess it belonged to followed, pushing over an ancient oak as she did, a flock of songbirds taking flight as it thudded heavily against the ground.

Worry was written across the broad features of her face, short finger hair lightly obscuring her golden colored irises. She was searching for something.

Her well toned muscles flexed, and turned a not-quite-large-enough opening in the foliage to be a hollow into a wide, muddy footprint. Her modest breasts bounced as she did, decidedly immodestly left bare to the woods. They were small enough they didn't ache after a full day of physical exertion, why would she cover them? Bone barbels made of human femurs and crudely attached buck skulls pierced through her nipples, only a single part of her ornately decorated body.

Blue tattoos weaved up her left arm like blue swallowwort, depicting many monsters and warriors in a style of spirals and whorls which all connected as if the art was written in cursive. It connected by threads of fruit bearing vines made by art traveling down the center of her back to a scene of giant figures snatching smaller people up from a crude village, the woman as the centerpiece in the process of devouring the struggling contents of one hand. Another blue trail from this vignette snaked down between her muscular buttocks, disappearing between the cheeks and beneath the red knee length skirt.

A sparkle of relief filled her eyes as she spotted the stony clearing from which the spring stream trickled deeper into the foliage. She kicked over a tree as she adjusted her course and hastily lumbered to the clearing.

The coyotes yelped as their safe den was suddenly exposed to the light, the whole tree uprooting around them. Each parent took a pup in their mouth, and took off deeper in the woods, corralling the strongest two pups between them. The father took up the rear, nudging the yelping pups forward when their small muscles began to ache from exertion. They didn't stop until the trees stopped shaking from the giantess's steps.

The woman for her part straddled the cracked stone outcropping with a goofy grin across her pierced lips, matching the eternally smiling stud of a human skull labret. She squatted down on her paws, exposing the filthy remnants of forest defiled by her sweaty heels and hiked up her skirt around her bare belly. The trail between her cheeks was opened like a summer mountain pass in the spring, leading to a tattooed oasis around her butthole. Creatures of all types and small people dancing around it in a paradise spirit world. Yet deeper into the mountains of her crotch there was a ghoulish scene of a fiery hell, stylized people burning and screaming up to their chests in liquid flame. All surrounding a massive vulva with teeth tattooed across its labia, and a single baleful eye on the hood of her clitoris. A smattering of unshaven ginger pubic hair covered the grotesque imagery far too small and intricate to have been placed by the hands of another giant.

Her blue tattooed hand came down whilst the yet unmarked one continued to hoist her skirt, and spread the lips apart. Her urethral opening flexed expectantly, and the giantess's golden eyes went crossed...

ffffWWWWOOOOOOSSHHHH

The sounds of babbling water was replaced with the sounds of rocky yellow rapids; a torrent rushing out of the giant woman's bladder like an acidic thunder storm concentrated into a single beam. The soil directly below her was splashed into a muddy pit almost immediately, the sheer force and volume of piss digging down to depths only reached by the roots of the trees she so easily pushed down. The small channel cut by decades of gently flowing spring water tried its best to handle the flow, but it was no match for the golden tide. The whole clearing quickly became a muddy swamp, then a collection of puddles, then a shallow pond as the already damp soil refused to drink any more of her waste water. The path of the stream became equally flooded, and even beyond the limits of the giantess's view into the dense foliage her presence was felt by the barrel.

"Oooooooohhhhh... yeah..."

The pressure in her lower belly had finally subsided, but she flexed a few more gallon sized droplets out with her strong abs. Content her tank was empty, she shook the loose skin of her vulva from side to side to free any larger drips. As she stood back up, she let her skirt drop down. Her nose wrinkled as an especially sulfuric urine smell hit her nose;

"Eugh... shouldn'ta ate those guards at the last village. Boom powder always makes my piss stink horrible."

With that, she took an easy step over the lake of pee, and returned through her path of split tree trunks, cleared greenery, and deep bare footprints.

The coyotes for their part never returned. There was a new scent marking that area out as giantess country.