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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2025

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Titania’s Pets

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The Den system had been flooded with giantesses eating blonde tinies, going into the Christmas and season of celebration amongst portal divers and the companies they worked for, but everyone knew why. Even if they didn’t know why, they still knew of a certain blonde human amongst the giantesses that had caught the attention of many, at Wolfenhammer and beyond.

One recorded clip zoomed in on well-known giantess Titania as she lounged on a couch sized for her beautiful, ninety-eight-foot-tall frame. The elven giantess stretched out luxuriously on the soft pink couch, though it was more than strong enough to support her curvaceous body. She may as well have been naked for her breasts were on full display with a red, lace bra cupped underneath them. It came with a festive nuance to it, revealing her nipples while supporting her boobs, though she lay with her thighs pressed together, hiding what her drone-camera was recording. The bottom half of the red lingerie, of course, matched, scooping across her buttocks in a Brazilian cut.

But Titania wasn’t concerned about her outfit, which she knew was spectacular. After a recent incident with a certain tiny, she wanted to turn the tables, so to speak, casting her eyes disparagingly yet hungrily over the assortment of humans before her.

The elf had put the request out for them to come to her, in her home, in special clothes. Every single tiny that surrounded her on the couch, all kneeling and trying to scoot in closer to her, had plateau boots on and sexy Christmas outfits. Some jingled with tight harnesses that framed their tits while others had red lingerie with white faux fur adorning them. They didn’t all have the same blonde hair she had become so lavishly insistent on, but Titania had said to herself that she was not doing it all because of her. She had just made them dye their hair blonde, of course, before coming to her, so her fantasies could be fulfilled, regardless.

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No tiny can make me do anything.

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Her lips pursed petulantly together as she delicately collected the leash of one of the tinies: a woman with tanned skin and dyed blonde hair. The tiny moaned as the leash was tugged, though Titania had also insisted that every tiny who came to her, that day, was dressed as a pet, collared and leashed for her pleasure.

Adjusting her position, Titania gently squirmed while still keeping an elegant air about her, propped up so her head rested on the backrest of the sofa. It was the best place for the tinies to get to, after all, while she enjoyed a good meal.

The leash dropped as the tiny she had been toying with squeaked and scrambled to get closer to her. Yet Titania didn’t have to do a single thing as she opened her mouth lazily, paying only enough attention to the gathered, festive humans to make sure they were doing what she wanted them to do. Nothing else, after all, would do.

Some were in a better position on the sofa to scramble up to her mouth, called there by Titania’s innate allure, than others. The first blonde to reach her mouth, climbing along the backrest of the sofa, went willingly into her mouth. The human eased over her cheek with a soft kiss, her eyes hazy as if she was in a trance, but Titania did not honestly care for knowing anything of those tinies that fed themselves to her.

They were food and only that, the giantess closing her mouth after the tiny slipping between her lips. There might have been a soft moan or there might not have been; either way, Titania cut it off as she simply bit through the leash, neatly, and swallowed.

On her recording, a bulge slid down her throat, the outline of the tiny briefly visible. Alas, Titania was ninety-eight-feet-tall and the tinies were too small to make a satisfying shape in her throat – at least not when the elf wanted something to satisfy her. She grunted, licking her lips and callously picking the leftover leash from her mouth, ignoring the squirming of the tiny who had already dropped into her stomach.

She needed more and so those watching were treated to a truly ravenous situation. She slid her gaze to the next time, a blonde with her hair tied back and festive pasties over her nipples, but knew no more about her. The human crawled between her lips with the leash dragging behind her and Titania groaned as the tiny dropped onto her tongue.

Such a warm, soft body… Yet they still weren’t the one she really wanted to devour, the one she really wanted her revenge on.

That was something for another time and the giantess sucked around the tiny in her mouth, not bothering to strip them even of their clothes before eating them. It was not as if they were wearing all that much to begin with, to be fair, but it was all part of her fantasy as she ate them like they meant nothing at all, like she could make good her gluttony if only she indulged in feasting. It was the season for it, after all, and her sin may well have been devouring so many tinies that her stomach was overly full and heavy with them, pleasantly bulging with a sheer overload of doomed humans.

The tinies she had there, all climbing their way up the arms and back of the sofa to meet their fates in her stomach, would not satisfy her lightly gurgling stomach, however. She would need far, far more to take care of that desire rising in her, sharp and fervent, like an addict who’d got only her first hit and needed the next – and the next, and the next.

She licked her lips, yet the flavour lingering there simply did not match up to the blonde human she needed to eat, to make hers in a way that had not yet come to pass. Her eyes narrowed and she turned her head to the side, making it even easier for the next human to crawl between her lips.

With that one, Titania barely took a moment in which to bite off the leash – no need to swallow it all – before gulping them down, the sharp slide of the tiny rushing down her throat betraying her need. The bulge was brief and yet her drone-camera caught it all, showing off her true, raw hunger to anyone who cared to bear witness. If nothing else, the recording uploaded to the Den system would surely entice even more tinies, in time, to feed themselves to her, for Titania’s allure was absolute.

Another tiny tapped at her lower lip and Titania let her head roll back into a comfortable position, where her neck was supported by the backrest of the sofa. She could have slid down against the back of the sofa with her head angled back and made it even easier for the tinies to “drop” into her mouth, but that wasn’t a thought that tended to cross Titania’s mind. She was in it for herself, licking her lips and capturing the next human with her tongue, not caring for who she was or what she was wearing. No, her only purpose was to feed her and that was exactly what Titania was going to take from her.

She didn’t even bother to bite the leash off that one, though that in itself had been symbolic too. She’d been on the end of someone else’s leash, someone who’s leash she didn’t want to be on the end of.

Titania grunted, pushing that thought from her mind as another tiny, leaving five or so on the sofa with her, jumped between her lips. That tiny had loose hair that flew behind her, as if she was making her great feeding dramatic and beautiful, though it was neither of those things, not to Titania. The giantess’ lips closed greedily around the tiny and her teeth neatly snipped through the leash as she swallowed seamlessly.

The tiny had barely a moment in which to moan in her mouth before the giantess’ tongue pushed her simultaneously to the back of her mouth, swallowing at the same time. Everything lined up perfectly to send her food straight down her throat, the bulge subtle as if the tiny had been perfectly lined up to dive to her doom.

She felt the weight of that one, however, going down and down and down, even down to the drop into her stomach. Or maybe it was the weight of the moment, the hunger that could never truly be satisfied, no matter how much she gorged herself. The squirming in her stomach intensified as her attention went to her gluttony and a casual hand pressed over the tinies fighting there. Her allure and “charm” didn’t always keep tinies calm once they’d been eaten, or maybe it was primal instincts kicking in. Either way, Titania cared no more for that than a passing thought drifting through her mind.

Her hand moved from her stomach, giving the drone-camera the perfect view, once again, of the tinies wriggling in her stomach, the small bumps they made against her perfectly smooth skin and flesh. Her tongue spilt over her lower lip subtly, inviting the next tiny to crawl over her jaw and up into her mouth, though Titania caught the leash deftly in her fingers that time. The human squeaked as she was jerked back within the giantess’ mouth, legs pointing towards the elf’s throat and her hands clutching at the collar. She didn’t feel any strain or pain, however, only mild surprise and delight that Titania was playing with her.

Titania let her splay out there, across her tongue, for a moment, before closing her mouth very deliberately. There was no escape for the human, but she still sealed off any possible chance of it happening, the dark heat of her mouth drowning the tiny. Her tongue stayed still, the tip of it just on the inside of her lower set of teeth, while her teeth closed, firmly, on the leash, close to the collar.

It was snipped off as she longed to do for someone else’s “safety leash” as she pulled the remains of the leash between her lips, only to toss it away. That was for someone else to deal with later, cleaning up her home for her of all the scraps and fragments that betrayed just how many tinies the elven giantess had devoured. Not that anyone would care, beyond being jealous of the sheer number of offerings Titania claimed for herself.

She swallowed, slowly. That one was to be enjoyed, to be patient with, sending the tiny sliding off the insistent push of her tongue and down her throat. Her throat worked patiently, the human-shaped bulge travelling down her throat. When she briefly took a moment to edit the clip before upload to her account, she would slow that down, just to show off what she did to tinies, where all tinies belonged. There was not a tiny in the universe Titania would not eat, but the elf craved one and one only, so her ravenous hunger would never be sated until she had her for her own.

That tiny was gone and she turned her attention to the remaining ones. They crawled together along the backrest, having made the arduous trip up – just to be eaten by her. Titania scoffed and grabbed them with one hand: one, two – oh, what did she care how many there were? They were hers, all hers, and she tossed them into her mouth unceremoniously, leashes and all. Whether or not they could be “pulled back” by the leashes, they would meet the same fate in her stomach as her tongue greedily shoved them to the back of her mouth and the giantess gulped, hard.

The bulge that travelled down her throat that time was bigger, swelling with the tinies that fought and wriggled against one another, jostling for space. Yet Titania didn’t care, not when it came to her “temporary pets,” for they were never the kind of pets that were supposed to last. They came and they went, always with new tinies to fill their place.

She licked her lips as the food in her throat disappeared, leaving the tinies to join the others in her stomach. The humans were a mere snack to her and she turned her eyes to the camera, licking her lips wantonly.

“There’s still one pet I’m waiting for…”

Her viewers, however, would never truly know what Titania meant there. As always, she was an elf of many mysteries.