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Portal Diving

Playing for Both Teams

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Eleanor smirked, the pale pink draenei with blue horns dropping her portal pack heavily next to her stashed equipment.

“Vicky, I really think we’ve outdone ourselves…”

Vicky grinned, more delicate with her equipment as she added it to what they’d tucked away in the portal world. For her, as a Norr, it was not a natural environment for her – meaning that she was more used to big cities and inter-galactic travel than being out amongst grass and rocky terrain. That had been a learning curve for her, but Vicky had never been one to back down from a challenge.

At fifty-two-feet-tall, Vicky was a little taller than the draenei, Eleanor, who stood at forty-five-feet-tall. With a red-orange streak in her blonde hair, the lines of her face were sharp and angular. She could have been a model elsewhere, but that sort of work didn’t pay well at the Oakom portal diving company. The red logo was splashed across her chest, but portal diver uniforms, typically, were quite similar across the companies, so there was not too much variation in attire between the companies. The uniform was a single piece, though tucked into her boots, and she’d wished for some time she could have something more advanced, even modified. She was sure she’d seen portal divers from Wolfenhammer undressing with much less trouble, however, and couldn’t get the image out of her head.

On their dive, teaming up together, they had not been hunting down monster girls to farm from. That would have been too easy for giantesses who were, frankly, rather good at what they did.

No… They were hunting tinies. It didn’t really matter from what company they were from, though they had a good stash of humans and elves dropped into a force field box, which glowed faintly with a blue hue. It was not a very high-tech force field, for it sparked and crackled with barely withheld energy, but it really didn’t need to be all that good to hold tinies who had been stripped of all their equipment, even their communicators. A red-haired elven tiny circled the box on the inside, hand reaching out periodically as if to touch it, though she pulled back at the last moment.

“Ready to head out again?”

Eleanor rolled her shoulders back, working out the kinks in her muscles. Vicky raised an eyebrow.

“Damn, you’re eager. Okay, we’ll need the force field travel pods, checking our wrist comms… Yeah, we’re good to go.”

Side by side, they prepped to head out again, though Vicky secretly hoped it was the last expedition of the day. Really, she could use a good soak and a bubble bath, but the draenei, for all her light and soft colouration, naturally wrapped in pastel hues, was hardcore. And she meant that.

They headed back out of the overhang, looking down on a rolling, grassy plain, interspersed with bunches of trees. The trees would give them cover again for hunting tinies passing through, another set of force field tech pouches activating a camouflage mode for them both. It would not camouflage them permanently, because they had not paid for any upgrade and it was set to a timer and a limited number of uses, but it was good enough for grabbing tinies. They would surely fill their bellies and fetch a nice price when they sold them on to hungry monster girls, who would surely be happy to get an easy feed for arousal fluids, milk or whatever it was Vicky and Eleanor ended up going for.

They hadn’t though that far ahead, but they had what they needed. Part of being a portal diver was about flexibility and being ready to change a plan at a moment’s notice. At least, that was what Eleanor embodied, living by every single day.

Their trip was a success and it was not long at all before Eleanor and an increasingly tired Vicky headed back to their hideout with smug expressions and a herded group of portal divers from Wolfenhammer in front of them. Their giantesses, from their groups, shouldn’t have left them out there and vulnerable, for they’d ended up easy pickings for the hunting duo. Any complaints, as always, were utterly ignored. The only thing of note about them, which Eleanor had merely rolled her eyes at, was that they were draenei. But they were not like her, because she was not a tiny and they would forever not be equals when tinies were food.

“Pick up the pace, tinies,” Vicky mocked, despite the exhaustion layering her tone, as if it was weighing her down to the ground. “Gotta get back…”

“Well, we do.” Eleanor grinned. “We’ll see where you end up. Spoiler alert: it’s going to be in a giantess’ stomach! Isn’t that fun?”

She didn’t bother listening out for an answer: that wasn’t important. But something slowed them as they approached their hideout, the rocky overhang that concealed the force field box and their stash. It was definitely time to collect on their bounty before the day paced into evening and the light began to fade out there.

Vicky’s head snapped up and around at a low, grumbling growl – several growls, in fact. They wound into one another as Eleanor sucked in a sharp breath, her tail lashing as her body sank into a defensive stance.

“What the fuck is that?”

And then a bundle of wild, blonde hair and three heads tackled Eleanor, knocking the draenei clean off her hooves. She bellowed, a sound that didn’t at all sound like it should have erupted from her chest, but all that breath was knocked from her lungs as she crashed into the ground. Vicky lunged to help her, but their assailant was already up on her feet, flipping there with cat-like grace. They moved so quickly Vicky could barely track them with her eyes as they caught her arm and forced it up, the Norr trying to take a step back but finding the other giantess sweeping her legs out from under her.

Cerberus howled as she used the weight of the giantesses against them, blood running hot with the thrill of a good scrap. It really was not something the cat girl would ever have considered a fight, not when she was guaranteed a win, a feral grin plastered on all three of her faces.

Eleanor rolled and scrabbled to her hooves, but she did so with a lot less grace than Cerberus, who sank lower, legs bent and tail lashing. She snarled, playing into her wolf girl persona.

“These tinies are ours!” She growled, swapping which head she was speaking with so the portal divers could not anticipate where her voice was coming from. “Ours! All ours!”

It was unnatural, after spending so much time with her friends at Wolfenhammer and in the mansion, to speak in a more clipped, limited lexicon, but she forced herself to do so. As much as she would have liked to tumbled and roughhouse with the draenei and Norr, some scraps were won with words and intimidation – and she’d always take the easier way to get what she wanted.

“Oh, screw this…”

Vicky backed off, even though she was a couple of feet taller than Cerberus. With giantesses, as well as with tinies, height was not a deciding factor in who won a fight and she was not about to take chances with her own life.

“I’m out of here! You can deal with her if you’re nuts enough!”

“Wait – Vicky! You can’t just run off!”

But the Norr was gone, making good her escape without even trying to reach the overhang to retrieve their kit and the force field box of tinies. In her eyes, they could always round up more tinies, but they had to keep themselves safe first and foremost. As much as the Norr liked Eleanor too, she was not about to take big risks for her.

Eleanor scowled, torn for a moment as the crazy wolf girl – hey, hadn’t she been on Three Tribes? – snarled at her, all three heads looming. It wasn’t worth it, not one against one, and she growled her frustration as she darted off, tail whipping behind her as her stomach lurched.

At least the crazy wolf girl would be preoccupied with eating the tinies rather than tackling her again. Her ribs still hurt from the impact and pain shot through her, even as adrenaline kept the draenei moving. Eleanor’s lips turned down, though she didn’t look back at the wolf girl, even if she would forever remember her faces.

One day, they would meet again. That time, Eleanor would be ready for her.

“Oh! Cerberus! Thank you, thank you!”

The tinies should have been more fearful than they were, but how could they be when they’d seen the cat girl around the Wolfenhammer enclave? Two of the draenei ran right up to Cerberus’ feet, smiling up at her and one even jumping up and down on her hooves, though they were not really trying to get the cat girl’s attention more than they already had. After all, the relief of not being eaten by other giantesses and getting to survive another day was surely enough to allow them some grace in their behaviour.

“It’s okay.” Cerberus smiled, adjusting her cropped top – well, it was little more than a bra, but Mina had recommended it to her for good breast support when out in the field and not in uniform. “Stacey and Aurora wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t bring you back.”

Well, her draenei friends at the enclave might have forgiven her, but they were rather protective of the tinies over there. It was a strange concept to Cerberus, the cat girl who posed as a wolf girl before being ever so slightly “tamed” for portal diver life again, to be so attached to tinies, but she knew the draenei giantesses wouldn’t baulk at eating draenei from other companies, of course. They wouldn’t think twice either about eating humans or elves.

Cerberus had become rather attached herself to the little blonde tiny back home and her throat rumbled in a purr at the thought of her. She wouldn’t consider herself “domesticated” in any way, but it was nice to have that connection with someone again. The tiny she adored as her “little dom” had even opened her eyes and ability to have closer relationships with others too. Living out the portal world had been rather lonely, after getting stuck there.

However, she flicked one of her ears as a warm feeling spread through her. That was not normal, not even as she crouched down and let some tinies climb into her hands. The urge in her to eat them flared, but it was easily quelled, no more than an instinct the giantess understood to tamp down.

The cat girl, though it was of little importance earlier, was dressed in a light outfit that was easy to move in. She’d always preferred attire that exposed a lot of skin and, out there, she didn’t feel the need for anything even at all like light armour, so a shifting, leather skirt covered her underwear. It was composed of different segments, chunky but long and coming down to her mid-thigh, so it moved with her and didn’t impede even her cat girl style of fighting either.

“Will you get back to the portal fine on your own?” Cerberus asked, though it still shouldn’t have been of any significance to her, not in the grand scheme of everything going on in the portal worlds. “It is not all that far, if you take the shortcut through the trees and then down into the little gulley.”

“Yes, we’ll be fine, but we wouldn’t have been without you.”

One of the draenei tinies smiled and clasped her hands before her chest. She was quite cute, red-skinned with thigh highs and a nice rack. Cerberus could have had some fun with her and she made a quick mental note to get her contact details. With her dyed white hair, she stood out, though she could have been ever so slightly too innocent for Cerberus’ tastes.

It was weird. Cerberus grabbed the red draenei’s details (her name was Sinny, kind of cute) and hastened to send them on their way. She didn’t know what to do with the soft, warm heaviness in her stomach. It felt kind of like she’d swallowed all the tinies she could eat, feeling full and comfortable. But…she hadn’t even eaten at all. She was even hungry, but there was no desire in her to chase after the draenei tinies, even if they would have been easy pickings for her.

Huh… Weird.

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Cerberus shook it off. There were boot prints from the Norr and draenei giantesses who’d captured the tinies from Wolfenhammer, so it was easy to follow them up the slope to a rockier area. An overhang caught her attention and the fifty-foot giantess’ lips spread into a sly, triumphant grin as she caught sight of the haul tucked away at the back.

“Oh wow…”

There was plenty there. Monster girl fluid containers brimming with milk and semen, though there was no note on them as to where they had come from. Not that Cerberus minded, for she would take any freebies she could get her hands on, her tail flicking proudly. Oh, her little dom – and the busy elf girl – would be so proud to see her contributing to the family!

That too had her body warming with happiness, though Cerberus had not felt that, not truly, for a while. Frankly, the cat girl could not remember a time when she had worked so hard for others, when she had been so isolated for so much of her life. Maybe that was just the way of it, she’d thought back then, for a cat girl, but things had changed for her in recent moments. None of it had been precedented.

She gathered up the supplies, adding them to her portal pack and setting some of the fluid containers to hover behind her, so they would trail her back to the portal when her pack was full. For there was quite a haul to be found there and it looked like the other portal diver company had been stocking up for quite a while.

They really should have found a better hiding place if they wanted to do something like that, she thought offhandedly. Beginners.

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But not everyone had the life experience Cerberus did, after all, and the cat girl should not really have disparaged them for their inexperience. Her tail swung lazily behind her as she inspected the force field box with tinies crammed into it. They didn’t have too much room to move, but there was still an elf walking back and forth in front of the tinies, others clustered behind her.

There were at least twenty-four tinies inside and Cerberus licked her lips, her stomach rumbling all over again. She hadn’t felt like feasting on the draenei and she preferred hunting, but she wasn’t about to turn down a free meal.

“Mmm…”

The force field box had a one-way top to it, so Cerberus could reach in but the tinies couldn’t jump out. As long as she did not pass all the way through the force field (which was impossible, of course, for a giantess of her size and a box that was small enough for her to carry), she would still be able to retract her arm. And, with it, the tiny. For the other giantesses had needed a way to get the tinies out after storing them, after all.

She sat down beside the box, ignoring the squeals and screams, for the tinies surely knew what was coming. Sometimes, that was entertaining. However…she was more interested in eating at that time, so she didn’t take her time in playing with her food.

“Time to get my dues…”

Cerberus chuckled, no longer playing up the act of being the wolf girl that a lot of portal divers had thought she was when she was still living in the Three Tribes portal world. It was ridiculous they had even mixed her up with a wolf girl in the first place: her ears were an entirely different shape. That was how she’d ended up with the name “Cerberus” too, though it was a name the giantess was more than happy to bear for the significance of it, in her new life and world. For her, it felt right.

She didn’t think about the logistics of eating the tinies, as it was all natural for her. She popped an elf in her mouth with a moan, her stomach growling with need. That kind of growling sounded more natural to any sounds she could have made while pretending to be a wolf girl, keeping up the ruse.

Her tongue moved languidly on instinct. For who really needed to think about the act of eating? It was natural to swallow, using her tongue to push the elf to the back of her mouth. There was not truly all that much flavour there, being that they were all dressed in portal diver uniforms, but it was more the act of eating and filling her stomach that drew Cerberus in that moment.

As the elf slid down her throat, the muscles flexing to send her all the way down to her stomach while gravity helped a little, she reached for her next charge. A human who was short, even for a tiny, wriggled in her hand, but her struggles weren’t all that decisive. It was as if she understood her fate, even then, and Cerberus appreciated that. She liked having her food be easy to eat, as much as she liked getting to play with them.

It was about feasting for her as she tossed the human in her mouth, ignoring the tiny’s gasp. She sucked on her briefly but swallowed her quickly. Her tongue curled and pushed her snack into her throat, swallowing hard to send the lump of food down and down and down.

Already, there were two squirming lumps on her stomach, which were easily seen with Cerberus’ rather revealing outfit. She didn’t mind that still, licking her lips, though she didn’t like that it would have been less obvious just how much she was enjoying her meal if she’d been wearing the full Wolfenhammer uniform. Maybe the lamia girl, Lavella, would modify an uniform further for her, so it was a short top that revealed her stomach, with the rest of it hugging her hips and thighs? It required a little thought.

She ate while she pondered, tail flicking contentedly. The cat girl did not feed any one of her heads more than the others, sharing between them. An elf disappeared into her right mouth while a human disappeared into the left one. She swallowed simultaneously, a rumbling purr breaking her lips, though it was still wrapped up in a moan.

“Mmm… Oh, I needed this.”

There were small voices rises, clamouring for her attention, even pleading, but Cerberus had never wanted to let them go. It was not in her nature and fighting against that for too long would have changed the giantess from who she really was. She ate ravenously, tossing a tiny into her central mouth while placing one more delicately into her right mouth. Yet she couldn’t resist taking her time a little and sucking on them, letting saliva swill around the food in her mouth. Giving it a little lubrication to slide down her throat was always a good thing when her prey was still clothed, after all.

The cat girl groaned, enjoying the moment. It was right where she needed to be, squatting low to the ground with an easy sense of flexibility. Her ass sank low but the cat girl was perfectly balanced there, not uncomfortable in the slightest. Her tail flicked, very softly, back and forth and Cerberus swallowed hard, sending both of the tinies she’d been mildly toying with down her throats.

She would have liked if her little dom was there to tell her how to eat the tinies. That could have been fun and she plucked another human tiny from the box, though she didn’t have blonde hair. The look of the tiny didn’t matter as Cerberus imagined she was doing it all to put on a show for her little dom back home, dropping the human into her left head’s mouth, moaning around her, half-closing her eyes.

Her little dom would love to watch her swallowing the tiny too, ignoring the squirming and flailing, how the tiny fists beat against her tongue and the inside her mouth. All it did was kind of tickle for her, but she swallowed slowly. Her little dom would like to watch the bulge of her food swell through her throat, forming a distinct shape as she took great pains to draw it out. Of course, the cat girl could not pause how she swallowed in the middle, of course, but she could drag it out for as long as possible.

Alas, the human slipped down all the way to her stomach and the cat girl licked her lips, still hungry. Thankfully for her, there were still plenty of tinies left for her to enjoy. The ones she’d already eaten twisted and wriggled against one another, but they were merely a comfortable backdrop to the devouring of even more tinies still.

Her stomach growled for more and she fed herself freely. There was nothing else of greater importance in that moment as the cat girl licked her lips and swallowed, one tiny after the other disappearing down her throat. No one was to escape her and she paused for a moment to savour one tiny who might have tasted ever so slightly better than the rest.

“Mmm…”

She spoke with her left and right heads, though Cerberus was not really addressing anyone in particular. Anything she did was just for her enjoyment and the tiny wriggling on her tongue, Cerberus cradling her there while her central mouth sucked on her thoughtfully. Her little dom really had “broken” her as to what a tiny could taste like, but that didn’t mean she could not still enjoy the flavour of regular tinies too. She just wanted to get a good taste of her special little tiny very soon, her mind wandering while her stomach filled.

“You’re better than the rest,” she told the tiny in her central mouth, speaking with her other heads, though the tiny couldn’t really hear her at all. “But I need all of you to fill my stomach. I can’t go home hungry, after all.”

The tinies in the box depleted more and more as she fed on humans and elves, but the cat girl still avoided the draenei. It just felt odd to her, her fingers naturally dancing around them, as if she could play with her own desires there, tugged one way and then back the other way. Hunger or friendship… It was not something Cerberus ever, really, should have been faced with, but there she was.

When there were only draenei left, eaten tinies squirming in her stomach, the cat girl studied them curiously. Her stomach was full, but something felt off to her.

“Hm…”

She didn’t bother with words as she collected a draenei between her fingers, who seemed to have picked up on something being different there. The draenei looked up at her imploringly, her lips ever so slightly parted. She leaned in, a hand gently resting on Cerberus’ thumb. The cat girl had not even realised she was supporting the tiny like that.

“You…interest me.”

Cerberus sighed and leaned in as she brought the tiny up to her face, framing the draenei with her other two heads too. The draenei glanced back and forth, shrinking away, for it was likely hard for her not to be intimidated by the cat girl.

“It’s going to be okay, isn’t it?” The draenei said timidly. “I heard… You let the other draenei go? That was really nice of you. Good…kitty.”

Cerberus’ brow furrowed. No… No. No one but her little dom got to call her that. Maybe Stacey when she was being flirty, but she could get the pink draenei back for being too teasing with her too.

“We’ve been out here for days,” the draenei said in a rush of breath. “I… I didn’t think we were going to be rescued. I didn’t even think anyone was looking for us.”

Cerberus eyed the tiny curiously. She had a green logo on her chest, but Cerberus didn’t care enough to tell which portal diving company she was from. None of the other tinies in the box seemed to be from Wolfenhammer, but the cat girl wasn’t even sure that would have stopped her right then.

“Several days, you say?”

Cerberus hid her grin as she popped her heads up, bringing the draenei down to the level of her chest. The tiny leaned over the edge of the giantess’ hand and waved frantically, supposedly to her friends in the force field box.

“It’s going to be okay, guys! She’s going to help us!”

The tiny cheers fell on ears that weren’t listening. Cerberus’ lips twitched, hiding her grin. If the tinies had been gone for several days, no one would expect them to return… So, she did what giantesses did best.

She tossed the draenei in the air, who didn’t even have the breath in her lungs to scream. She flipped over twice, her tail following the line of her motion, and landed in the cat girl’s mouth. Cerberus growled around her happy mouthful (happy for Cerberus, at least) as she swallowed hard, continuing her feast.

Adding even more tinies to her stomach rendered her soft and warm again, but with a sense of gluttony echoing through her. She licked her lips between mouthfuls, grabbing two draenei and cramming them in her mouth at once, wanting them all. They took a lot to swallow, squirming and thrashing furiously on her tongue, but that had never stopped Cerberus from eating her fill. It just meant her food was rather lively.

There were two draenei left and the cat girl reached eagerly for them. One with white skin darted out of her reach, but she would not evade her fate for long as Cerberus claimed a pretty blue one for her own. The draenei shrieked as Cerberus held her in her hand, forced to curl her fingers around the small body to stop the tiny from fighting her way free. Really, Cerberus would have admired her for struggling so hard if she hadn’t been as hungry as she was.

She dangled the draenei over her mouth, holding her by both pairs of boots at once. The modified hoof boots for draenei were curious, but they weren’t enough to give her pause as she let the draenei see where she was going to end up. The dark promise of the cat girl’s mouth opened up longingly below the tiny as Cerberus’s tongue pushed against her lower lip, providing the perfect base to catch the draenei, without teasing over her lip. She didn’t need to, the tiny barely raised so high that her swinging and struggling form didn’t brush and bump against the cat girl’s lip.

Cerberus chuckled, boring of toying with her prey as she dropped the draenei, closing her lips after her in a trap the tiny would never escape from. She moaned and sucked around her briefly, enjoying the moment, though the little draenei still didn’t taste as good as her little dom, not in any way. So, she did what was natural and swallowed hard, the bulge of her food travelling smoothly down her throat into her stomach, joining the rest of the squirming tinies who had met their end there.

There was just one draenei left and Cerberus ate her without ceremony. She snatched up the white-skinned draenei and popped her into her mouth, groaning with pleasure. Her stomach was so warm and full and she felt like she was about to burst with all the little things she’d stuffed herself with, but that was the way of it. She had eaten herself to fat fullness and she swallowed hard, the draenei’s wriggling tail tickling her throat as she slid down.

“Mmmm… That’s better.”

She sat back against the rock wall that formed part of the overhang, not at all feeling like she wanted to move for a little while. Maybe she would hang out there for a while and have a short cat nap, just to settle herself and let her meal settle?

“It was going to happen anyway,” her left head said, Cerberus sleepily slipping into old habits as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “The draenei… They’re just tinies anyway. They’re food. They shouldn’t have expected to be saved.”

“And I’m not obligated to save any draenei,” her right head added, though her central head nodded softly. “Even if they were from Wolfenhammer.”

“Even if they were part of the enclave,” her central head said. “But… I didn’t really check the uniforms of the other draenei in the box, just that one.”

Because it had not really been at all important for Cerberus to look that closely. Who was to say whether or not she ate the draenei, when there had been no one else out there to bear witness to it?

She grinned, sleepily allowing her heads to tip forward, chins easing closer to her chest. Yes, it was better when she didn’t overthink it, merely acting on instinct, filling her belly as was rightful.

If she’d accidentally eaten any Wolfenhammer draenei, no one would know. So, Cerberus could play for both teams at once, feasting as she pleased.

She would have to head back to the enclave, however, for her friends to thank her properly…