Eat Me CH19

Over hills and through valleys, Brunnera moved at a relaxed jog, crossing paths only a giant child would dare. As we traveled, I felt my body grow lighter until the icy peak of her home came into view, and Brunnera transformed her jog into a ground-shaking sprint. As she moved, the bag containing flash-frozen moose and myself bounced. Instead of losing my lunch, I turned away from her home of ice and stone for a more scenic view. Like riding passenger side in a safari, I looked from the safety of her bag to view a passing scene of nature’s brutality. Watching it made me think, how did I end up the pet of a 15-meter-tall preteen giantess?

Hogs squealed in their pens by the hundreds, each more a lump of fat than the animals I remembered. Larger-than-life dragonflies snatched them up only to be caught in nigh invisible webs. Spiders the size of barns crawled across threads as thick as Pringles cans to collect the vermin, all the while Brunnera, the blond giantess, charged for her front door.

Brunnera hugged a man easily twice her height in the 30+ meter tall giant with graying hair wearing a leather apron. The giant reached a hand into the bag I hid within and pulled free one of Brunnera’s flash-frozen moose. I watched from the darkness of the satchel as the big man tossed a bull moose whole in his mouth and chewed its body into mush. Small greasy rolls of gut spilled out in the corners of his beard.

“I love a good snack after a hard day’s work. Where is your sister?” The giant asked.

“Shouldn’t she be in her room?” Brunnera asked.

“If she’s not, then she’s probably eating your elves again. That girl has a problem.” The giant said.

Brunnera ran to her room and threw open the door. An 8-meter-tall girl with twin blonde pigtails looked up with a kicking elf in her mouth. “Don’t you dare swallow her, Iris,” Brunnera said?

The younger giantess turned her head up, and the elf’s legs fell inside. “All gone,” the smaller giantess said.

Suddenly being here and only armed with my gauss rifle didn’t seem like such a good idea. Getting out of this house might not be an issue, but it was a long way home. On the bright side, not all giants were friendly like Brunnera. So, finding one to kill wouldn’t be a problem.

“Cough her up right now,” Brunnera said and talked her sister to the ground. The basket tipped, tossing over a ton of moose on top of me. I felt a cold hand snatch me out of the basket.

“This one looks so cute he has green eyes I love the color green. Can I have this one? I promise not to eat him, and I’ll leave your elves alone.” Iris said.

“What are you two fighting for?” The giant said and stepped inside. “Oh, so Brunnera found another elf. Try not to eat him; it will ruin your dinner.” The giant said before turning away.

“He’s my friend, not yours. If you wanted me to think about letting you have him, then you shouldn’t have eaten my elves.” Brunnera said.

Iris patted her stomach. Even in her hand, I could hear the faint sound of screaming. “I think a few are still alive. I could let some out.” Iris said.

“No, if they’re gross, I don’t want them anymore. They can be your pets. He is my friend.” Brunnera said.

A thought occurred to me then. I could just kill them all. While murder was usually my go-to option when things annoyed me, I tried to tone it down. Brutality had its time and place, but these children were both brats.

“Why is he a friend and the elves were pets?” Iris asked.

Elves run away, scream all the time, and constantly try to escape. But he isn’t scared of me and can talk.” Brunnera said.

Iris’s eyes widened, and she stared at me in wonder. “Hey, I’m Iris; what’s your name,” Iris said.

“Harry Potter, it’s nice to meet you, Iris,” I said.

“Be my friend too, or I’ll eat you, ok,” Iris said.

“Alright, I’ll be both of your friends,” I said.

Iris threw her hands up and cheered, flash freezing me on the spot. “You know, if I wasn’t who I am, that would have killed me,” I said.

“See, he isn’t a pet; he’s a friend, so don’t eat him,” Brunnera said.

Iris pulled a moose free of Brunnera’s sack and tore off a chunk of hide with bare strips of fat and muscle clinging on. “Here you go; why don’t you eat that?” Iris said before pulling out some gut and slurping it up like one long spaghetti noodle.

I stared down at the frozen hunk of hide and fur too cold to bleed in my hand. Then, I broke Iris’s grip with little effort and leaped from her arm to her shoulder. Even without using my qi outwardly, my strength and speed were still off the charts. I was lucky she didn’t flail around while I situated myself.

With the hunk of hide in my hand, I reviewed what cooking and fire-starting charms I knew. They were few and far between. Eating it raw wasn’t worth thinking about, so charred it is. The second the flame blossomed, I slammed into the icy wall behind me. I looked up to see an embarrassed-looking Iris and a sad Brunnera staring down at me.

“Sorry, we don’t like fire Pa is a hill giant and doesn’t mind fire, but we’re ice giants on our Ma’s side. Are you alright?” I slowly pulled myself to my feet. For the first time in years, I felt the sensation of pain and gripped my nose. Blood flowed freely from my nose, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Being damaged like this after living like a superman for so long felt so alien.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to kill you. Please don’t die, Harry.” Iris said. She picked me up and helped me close to her chest.

I tried to say something, but I lost my wand somewhere. “You’ll crush him if you hug him any tighter. Maybe he can’t chew the meat because it’s too icy. Pa always complains about brain freezes.” Brunnera said.

“So, we just need to chew it up for him,” Iris said.

“But I wanted to do it,” Brunnera said.

Iris took a little bite out of her bull moose and chewed it quickly. I heard bones grind down while the giantess chewed. Finally, she stuck her tongue out, revealing a mouth full of bloody, icy, and hairy moose slurry.

That was how I went from living in the early 90s to living with two giantess girls with a habit of snacking on elves. But, of course, while their lives seemed relatively peaceful, political lines shifted, and soon the horn of war would blow.