“…So, you’re telling me that on Earth there are distinct and separate human nations and that each one has separate cultures?” Rhionne asked with interest as she watched the sketch Pierce was making appear on the screen in front of her.

Talks with the young human had become a frequent and welcome pastime for the Princess. She had discovered that Pierce was good company and more than willing to answer any question about Earth that she might have. Most of her questions were about Earth culture- or cultures, as she was beginning to discover, but Pierce had also told her as much about Earth artistic styles as he was able.

“That’s right. Sometimes many cultures even within the same country.” Pierce told her, carefully shading in the area he was working on.

“It sounds similar to what our people were like before the Archavian dominion was formed.” Rhionne said, settling herself into the desk chair behind Pierce. “When we were also many nations.”

“Huh.” Pierce muttered. “On TV all the aliens only ever have one culture.”

“Oh, not at all.” Rhionne replied. “Each province of Archavia has its own cultural traditions, as do many of the colonies. My mother is of the Jotunn, while my father is descended from a line in the Tannhauser nobility. Daz is Aementi, and so is Tylum, Aezhay is Korafian and Fara is from one of the colonies. Even the Hoplites have their own culture, in a way.”

Pierce looked up. “What about Myona?”

Rhionne hesitated, and then frowned, her brow creased in thought. “I’m… not really sure where Myona is from.”

Pierce grinned and shook his head. “I don’t think anybody is.” He finished the last couple lines of his sketch. “There. What do you think?”

Rhionne’s eyes narrowed as she peered at the picture in front of her. “What is it?”

“It’s the old pickup truck I used to drive around in back on earth. I was in it when they abducted me.”

“Oh.” Rhionne nodded. “So it’s a vehicle of some kind.”

“Well… it’s just a sketch…” Pierce muttered.

“No, it’s very good…” Rhionne bit her lip to hide her amusement. “It’s just hard for me to judge, never having seen a ‘truck’ before.”

Pierce snorted in amusement. “I suppose that’s fair. I’ll show you a picture later, then you’ll see how awesome this sketch is.”

Rhionne grinned and ruffled his hair fondly with a finger. “I’m sure I will, but in the meantime I have to get to class.”

She bent down and hefted her book bag onto one shoulder. “Do you want help getting somewhere?”

Pierce shook his head. “Nah. I’ll be able to get down on my own.”

The titan shrugged. “Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t offer.”

“Right.” Pierce stood up and stretched the crick in his neck. “I guess I’ll see you later then.”

Rhionne bade him good bye and stepped out of the room, leaving Pierce sitting on her desk. Fortunately, Pierce had gotten plenty of practice climbing the giant furniture. Although, as he began his descent, it occurred to Pierce that asking for a lift to the ground, at least, wouldn’t have been a bad idea.

Eventually, he made it to the floor, stepping out of Rhionne’s room and into the hallway where he immediately made a beeline for his “lane.” The one area of the hallway all the titans had promised not to step.

Fortunately, he was becoming adept at navigating the immense house, and quickly made it down the stairs and to the living room. He wandered into the kitchen and noticed the two doors near the back. He knew that one led to the garage, but he was unsure what lay beyond the other door.

With a shrug Pierce decided there was no better time than the present to discover. He approached the monolithic portal and was surprised to discover there was a light coming from inside.

Peeking around the door, he saw a staircase leading downwards. A basement.

If it hadn’t been for the light, Pierce would have been satisfied with his discovery thus far, but a light meant there might be something below other than a subterranean storage space. So, squaring his shoulders, he set off.

Climbing down this set of stairs was similar enough to the set that led to the upstairs that it didn’t take long until Pierce was at the bottom. When he reached the floor, he became aware of an odd humming sound and a rhythmic thumping that was felt more than heard.

Pierce cautiously walked towards the source of the sound, which also lay in the direction of the light source.

The closer he got, the louder the sound and heavier the vibrations became. Eventually he rounded a corner and discovered the source.

Aezhay was running on an enormous treadmill. Pierce watched in fascination as her long, powerful legs took every step. Her shoes, each the size of small cars, slamming down on the moving belt underneath her. The muscles in her legs and abdomen ripping with every movement, and sweat dripping from her body.

A small part of his brain told him that he probably shouldn’t be here. That the towering blonde titan might be a tad upset if she were to discover him on the floor, watching her; but the part of his brain that was a nineteen year old male told him that if he left he would probably regret it.

However, both parts of his brain were able to compromise on the idea that he might want to at least hide.

So, doing his best not to attract Aezhay’s attention, Pierce ducked into the shadow underneath a shelf, where he still had a good vantage point.

Then he heard another strange noise.

*.*.*.*

Daz made her way through the house. She was still angry and confused about her earlier conversation with her sister and desperately needed to blow off steam. She thundered down the stairs and breezed through the kitchen, offering only a barely audible grunt in response to any greetings she received.

A moment later she stepped through the door that led to the basement and ascended the staircase into a fairly well lit room. In the basement were a small vidtainment system, and a number of simple exercise machines and a set of free weights.

As soon and she stepped off the staircase, she became aware of a low humming sound and a staccato thumping pattern. Aezhay was on the treadmill.

Daz watched the taller woman jogging, her long legs pumping tirelessly as she ran across the endless conveyor belt. Daz was about to turn and find some other way of venting, when she heard a click and the humming sound abruptly stopped.

“Did you want to use the treadmill?” Aezhay asked, wiping the sweat from her face with a towel. “I was just about done.”

Daz regarded the taller woman with narrowed eyes. “The only time you use that thing is when you’re annoyed at something.” She observed.

Aezhay rubbed the back of her neck and didn’t want to seem to meet Daz’s eyes. “And what makes you say that?” She asked.

“Because that’s the only time I ever use it either, and we tend to run into each other down here a lot…” Daz replied with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

Aezhay snorted in amusement. “Well, then why are you down here?” She countered.

“I asked you first.”

Aezhay shifted on the balls of her feet, before setting the towel down on top of the treadmill. “Sisters are annoying.” She finally responded.

Daz bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the irony. “Yes, yes they are. What did yours do this time?”

“They’re trying to keep me in the dark.” Aezhay growled, lowering her considerable frame until she was seated on the treadmill’s belt. “The farm’s going under. Anybody with half a brain can see that we’re in trouble; but Lezah and Aisell won’t tell me a damn thing about it.” Her voice rose into a mocking pitch. “‘Don’t worry about it, Zhay.’ ‘Everything is fine, Zhay.’ ‘You just worry about school, Zhay’ As if I don’t care that our family business is in serious trouble. Like it wouldn’t affect me if we had to sell everything our family has worked for.”

Daz sighed and shook her head, seating herself on the couch. “I’m really sorry to hear about that, Aezhay. Wish there was something I could do to help.”

“There ain’t.” Aezhay tapped her foot pensively. “I’m not even sure there’s really much that I can do at this point, to be honest. But I appreciate the thought.”

A moment of silence passed between them before Aezhay suddenly looked up into Daz’s eyes.

“Don’t think you’re getting off the hook, girl.” She said. “I told you mine, now it’s your turn to spill.”

“Ironically, my sister is being a slag about some stuff too.” Daz sighed. “I don’t really want to get into details about it, though…”

Aezhay peered at the other woman intently, as if trying to see directly into her mind. After several minutes, she looked away with a shrug.

“Fair enough.” Aezhay nodded. “But, unfortunately there’s only the one treadmill, and I’ve decided to hang onto it for a while longer.” There was a glint in the farm girl’s eyes that caused the skin on the back of Daz’s neck to tingle. She licked her lips and pulled herself to her feet with a slight groan.

“Really?” The shorter girl smiled, her eyes narrowing.

“Really.” Aezhay replied, squaring her shoulders.

Daz took a step forward. “Maybe I should try and take it from you.”

Aezhay grinned. “By all means.”

*.*.*.*

“Shaar?” Fara called out as she pushed the door to her room open. “I have something for you to…”

Her sentence tapered off as she beheld the empty room in front of her. She’d left the human woman on her bedside table momentarily while she’d gone to gather some things for Shaar to use while she was staying with her.

In the intervening minutes, Shaar had managed to disappear.

Fara sighed and shook her head. “You’d think I would have learned my lesson with Pierce.” She muttered.

The woman in question was currently making her way down the stairs and into the living room. Shaar didn’t really do well with the command “stay here.” And desired to explore her new surroundings. To that end, she had made her way to the first floor of the house, and out into the living room.

There, she saw the redheaded titan woman. What had Fara called her again? Myona. Myona was sitting at the massive table, idly fiddling with something and humming softly to herself. Shaar’s curiousity was again piqued, and she wanted to see what had the titan woman so interested.

She cast about for a way to climb to the top of the table.

“It’s all right.” A voice floated down to her from above. “You can come over here, if you like. I won’t hurt you.”

Shaar hesitated, and then continued to walk around the table, looking for a way to get to the top.

“I could just give you a lift, you know.” Myona told her idly, as she continued to work on whatever project she had on top of the table.

Shaar ignored her, continuing to make her way around the table, giving the twitching sandal clad feet of the titan woman a wide berth as she did so. Myona shrugged and set a textbook down at her feet.

Shaar continued to prowl the underside of the table, seeking some method of ascension. There was another thump as Myona set another book at her feet.

Shaar tried to shimmy up one of the table legs, but only got about a quarter of the way up before she stopped, realizing there was no way to get to the table top that way.

Another thud as Myona’s stack of books increased by one.

Next she tried to climb one of the chair legs, but found she couldn’t get any good footholds on the polished wooden surface.

Frustrated, she paced around the side of the chair until she ran into Myona’s stack of textbooks. Grinning, Shaar suddenly realized she could climb the binds and covers of the books until she reached the seat of the empty chair next to Myona. From there, it would be a simple matter of climbing the back of the chair and then jumping to the tabletop.

Myona watched placidly as the girl ascended the chair and landed on the table top. She bit her lip to conceal her amusement as Shaar strutted, proud of her own accomplishment.

“Told you I didn’t need any help.” She snarked.

“Nope.” Myona smiled. “I guess you didn’t.”

“What are you working on anyway?” Shaar asked, drawing closer to the pile of electronic parts that Myona was fiddling with.

“There’s something wrong with this emitter. I have to troubleshoot the problem, devise a plan to fix it, and then carry out the plan.”

“Looks like a bunch of junk to me.” Shaar sniffed.

Tylum and Fara appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Myona have you seen…” Fara gasped out before spying Shaar on the tabletop. “…Never mind.”

“Hello girls.” Myona chirped as the two of them collapsed into seats across from her. “I was just showing Shaar what I was working on and- Hey!”

The human had disappeared up to her waist inside the device and appeared to be looking around. “I think I found your problem this little red wire in here is loose and- Let go!”

“Shaar…” Myona said as she gently tried to extract Shaar from her project. “I don’t think you should be messing around with that. You might break it.”

“Let go of me!” Shaar spat, struggling in Myona’s grip.

“Shaar calm down, Myona’s not hurting you.” Fara said.

“I. said. Let. GO!” Shaar snarled, leaning down to bite Myona’s finger as hard as she could. With a muffled yelp, Myona’s fingers released their grip and Shaar tumbled to the table.

“You don’t grab me!” The little woman yelled and before anybody could stop her, she tore across the table top and leaped to the floor, before disappearing into the kitchen at a full run.

“Oh no…” Fara muttered sadly. “Shaar wait, come back!” Fara and Tylum both rose to their feet and headed into the kitchen to locate the little human.

Myona, meanwhile, sucked on her injured finger and peered into the emitter. It didn’t take long for her to locate the red wire that Shaar had been referring to. The redheaded Titan’s eyes widened as she realized the thin wire, almost too small for her to see, had indeed been loose.

“She was right.” Myona muttered, incredulously.

*.*.*.*

The ground underneath Pierce’s feet shook as the two titans collided above him. Grunts of exertion filled the air as Daz and Aezhay grappled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Part of Pierce was concerned; there really wasn’t enough room for this sort of thing… but the rest of him could only watch in fascination.

A tremor shook the ground as Daz was forced to one knee under Aezhay’s superior size. The blonde had one arm wrapped around Daz’s torso and the other was pinning her arm behind her back.

“Yield?” Aezhay asked smugly.

“Not even close.” Daz grunted out. Using her free hand Daz tickled the back of Aezhay’s knee. Aezhay snorted in laughter but still managed to keep her hold. However, Daz’s assault wasn’t about to let up either. Unfortunately, Aezhay couldn’t do much about it, because if she moved, she would have to break her hold on Daz.

“Quit it.” Aezhay gasped. “That’s cheating.”

“Is not.” Daz grunted, a grin splitting her face. “It’s called being creative.” Aezhay’s face contorted as she tried to control herself, but after a few more seconds of Daz’s “creativity” she was forced to break her hold with a gasp.

The two of them separated and squared off again.

Pierce watched in fascination from his hiding place, though at the same time conscious of the fact he was watching a literal battle of the titans, neither of whom knew he was there, and could both utterly steamroll him if he wasn’t careful.

And then they were at it again. This time, Daz managed to hook her leg around Aezhay’s and throw the taller girl off balance. Pierce was knocked to the floor as well by the resulting tremor. He regained his feet in time to see Daz pinning Aezhay to the ground.

“Yield?” She panted.

Aezhay smirked. Without warning she craned her neck up towards Daz’s face. At first Pierce thought she was going to try and headbutt her opponent.

Pierce… was wrong.

He felt his eyes widen as Aezhay’s lips locked on Daz’s. At first Daz seemed shocked, but then with a contented sigh, her eyes closed and her body relaxed on top of Aezhay’s.

“Now that was cheating.” Daz muttered when they broke apart a few moments later.

“Nah. I was just being creative.” Aezhay responded. Before Daz could respond, Aezhay pulled her down again into another kiss.

Pierce watched from his hiding spot, unable to look away even if he’d wanted to.

The girls shifted into a more comfortable position, though Daz was still on top. Unfortunately for Pierce the two of them ended up a lot closer to his hiding spot. The next thing he knew, he was looking directly into a bright green eye.

“Uh oh Daz.” Aezhay’s amused voice rumbled around him. “Looks like we have an audience.”

“What?” Daz muttered distractedly, a second before her red eyes descended to peer in at him as well. “Pierce?”

“I um… I…” Pierce was at a loss to explain himself. Before he could, however, Aezhay’s long fingers had wrapped gently around his body and pulled him from his hiding spot.

“Oh don’t worry Pierce.” Aezhay laughed. “We’re not mad at you or anything.” She pulled herself out from under Daz

“Um, Aezhay…?” Daz’s cheeks were flushed. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.” The taller woman responded, gently pushing Daz onto her back. “I just figured, we were having a little fun and maybe Pierce would want to have some fun too.”

Daz was about to protest but she noted that Pierce’s expression didn’t seem to be terribly concerned. So, figuring that he was okay with the way things were going, she might as well relax.

“Her- what…?” Pierce muttered as Aezhay’s fingers gently gripped his clothing and carefully removed them until he was completely naked in the giant blonde’s grip.

“Fair’s fair, Pierce.” Aezhay told him with a grin. “We showed you ours, you have to show too.”

Pierce’s first instinct was to feel somewhat embarrassed, but he started to relax when he realized that Aezhay did have a point. And anyway, the feel of her warm fingers around his body was too good for him to be worried about much of anything.

Pierce was lowered onto Daz’s stomach. He could feel her abdominal muscles twitching beneath the warm skin underneath him. Even at nineteen years old, Pierce was hardly inexperienced with women. Nevertheless he understood that this was an entirely different level, and that if he walked away from this he might regret it for the rest of his life.

“See?” Aezhay giggled. “He’s fine.” Without another word, she pulled the hem of Daz’s shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Then she grabbed the hem of her own shirt and pulled it over her head.

Pierce’s heart thumped in his chest and he struggled to retain his footing on the surface of Daz’s abdomen that was damp with sweat. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to just stand around gawking. Instead, he began to ascend Daz’s torso, aiming for the summit of her left breast.

“See, he’s got the idea.” Aezhay said, even as she lowered her mouth down to Daz’s right breast.

Any protest Daz might have had died in her throat and was replaced by a soft moan of satisfaction. It wasn’t uncommon for her and Aezhay’s sparring matches to end this way, so this was mostly familiar territory for her.

Pierce had finally reached the tip of Daz’s breast. He glanced up at her face and was relieved to see a closed-eyed look of pleasure on the titan woman’s face, instead of a frown of disapproval, which is what he’d been expecting. He reached out with one hand and placed it on Daz’s nipple, eliciting a small moan from the woman underneath him. Encouraged, he began to minister to the small nub as best he could.

He was just getting into it when a shadow fell over him. He looked up just in time to see Aezhay’s slightly parted lips before he was engulfed in a dark wet cavern. He felt her tongue against his back as it brushed him aside to tease the bit of flesh he’d just been playing with. Aezhay’s moans as he rode on her tongue vibrated his entire body.

Aezhay smirked as she pulled Pierce away from Daz’s body and carried him in her mouth up to Daz’s face. The other girl didn’t realize what had happened, but received Aezhay’s kiss enthusiastically when the tall blonde’s hand slipped into her shorts and began to gently tease Daz’s flesh.

Daz did, however, take notice when a small squirming lump was deposited in her mouth and held between their tongues. Mindful of Pierce’s comfort, Daz pulled away every so often to ensure that he was both okay and getting an adequate oxygen supply. Though it was getting harder to think clearly when her nerves seemed to be on fire.

Pierce was surrounded by wet and squirming flesh. The sounds of the two giant women making out were all around him. His skin was soaked, but he was warm, and the flesh that surrounded him gently caressed every inch of his body. He was relatively certain he wasn’t in any danger.

Behind him, Daz’s breaths were coming in quick gasping bursts that seemed to grow more insistent as time went on. He wasn’t sure what Aezhay was doing to her out there, but it seemed to be working.

After a moment, the tongue at his back retreated and he was left alone inside Daz’s mouth. He tongue wrapped around him like a sleeping bag and held him against the roof of her mouth as his entire environment began to shake wildly. The frenetic tremors increased for several more minutes, building to a wild crescendo.

A loud, startling groan of pleasure erupted from the throat behind him and Pierce was ejected from her mouth, tumbling over her chin and onto her breasts, which were heaving from her excited breathing.

Once he’d regained his composure, Pierce looked down the length of Daz’s body to where Aezhay was camped out between her thighs.

“That do the trick?” The farm girl asked smugly.

“Oh yeah.” Daz groaned. “Definitely.”

“Good.” Aezhay’s face split into a grin. “Because it’s my turn now.”