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In the hall I heard your faints falling

Your trial and my corrections made

You had all the prayers of my loose heart

You had all the prayers of once had gone

(Beirut)

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Mortar disintegrated, glass smashed, and bricks crumbled as the ferretess' massive fist drove through the side of MACRO headquarters. I dove to the side just in time, covering my head with my arms as I rubble showered down on me.

The black-clad hyena and his cohorts on the balcony weren't so lucky. Becca's fist hit its target perfectly, sending the hapless trio flying backwards into the main office space. If they weren't dead on impact, they certainly wished they were.

Elbow-deep in the structure, Becca grunted as she pulled her arm back out. She grimaced as a shard of broken glass still in the window frame nicked her wrist. But all things considered, she certainly was the least worse for wear.

I'd barely had time to absorb the chaotic turn of events before the giantess' slender fingers wrapped around my torso, gripping me firmly. She lifted me off the balcony as I protested loudly, shrugging nonchalantly before returning her attention to the building. The hand holding me dropped by Becca's hip as the other seized a writhing fistful of black-clad operatives.

"I really don't like being pushed around, nor do my coworkers," I couldn't see her face all that well from my vantage point, but she sounded pretty damn smug. "But guess what? I'm a motherfucking giantess, bitches! I don't have to take your shit anymore,"

Becca tossed the fistful over her shoulder and went for a fresh batch. I grimaced as I heard a few slam into the glass of the building opposite MACRO HQ and hit the ground far below.

"BECCA! Cut the shit!" I bellowed, pounding her knuckle with my fist.

The ferretess didn't respond, either because she hadn't heard or because she was willfully ignored me. Becca eyed her captives hungrily.

"I'll let you guys off easy," she sighed at length, stooping to let them slip through her fingers to the pavement.

My stomach did a somersault as Becca dropped me haphazardly onto her shoulder, returning her beady gaze to the office and the final few operatives. The tide had shifted completely. She had them cowering against a wall and was clearly loving every moment of it.

"Scram," was all she had to say to send the cohort packing. I was nearly flung into the air as the giantess shrugged again. Becca craned her neck down to look at me. "Guess we won't have to deal with those guys anymore. Now. What was this about Todd?"

I shot Becca a withering look. "You're not going to confront him," I snapped. "And lay off the shrugging!"

Becca's laughter nearly knocked me off my perch, but she put up a hand to steady me. "It's so cute how you think you have control over the situation,"

"Well, I like to think that I do most of the time. I'm a damn good agent, if I don't mind saying," I sniffed.

I couldn't really see Becca's face, but I just knew she was rolling her eyes. It's like a sixth sense. A snarky sense.

"It's just... you're still a MACRO agent here. Not even an agent. You're in the lab. You don't know field protocols for... this sort of thing," I pressed.

Not that there was even a protocol for this sort of thing. All of our stuff was written assuming the agent in question was nowhere near giant sized. Totally silly, amirite? Jeez guys.

"Protocol has clearly gotten us into a stellar situation," Becca snorted, glancing around the corner of a building for the fox she was hunting down. "I'm not going to do anything stupid. Promise. Just trust me. You can do that, right?"

I grumbled indignantly, but offered no rebuttal. Some folks are impossible to reason with. My mobile went off and I sat down, leaning against the base of the giantess' neck as I answered it.

"Smith,"

"It's so cute when you answer your phone with your last name. Secret agent and all that shit,"

"Rey! What's going on?"

"Well... there's something here at Todd's, er, lair that I think you're gonna want to see,"

I blinked, punching Becca on the neck to alert her. "We'll be right over,"

*****

"I'll have you guys know I'm not a godsdamn bus," Becca snapped as she made her way down the street once again.

"Oh, can it," I sighed wearily.

"With great power comes great responsibility and all that jazz," Reynard pitched in from the opposite shoulder.

"I'm not godsdamn Spidermink or something," the ferretess spat balefully.

Becca had protested the change of route when Reynard's startling news arrived, but eventually gave in when I threatened to cut her pay. Heh. Like I had any control over payroll. I could only dream. Hell, I'd even once pondered sleeping with Diane, the Salary Queen, to get some sort of raise. The things I would do to bolster my meager wages...

The detour hadn't been half as bad as Becca had made it sound; we'd swung by the site of Todd's apartment, picked up (quite literally) our respective boyfriends, and were merrily on our way in a matter of minutes.

As Becca resumed her search for Todd, Reynard had shouted his findings to me from the ferretess' opposite shoulder.

Apparently, among all of the paraphernalia of madness that littered the apartment Reynard had visited were several mysterious vials. They were startlingly similar to the one that my boyfriend had given to Ciaran some time earlier. Reynard noted that one of the vials was helpfully labeled 'REDUCTION'.

"Maybe we could cut Todd down to size with it," Reynard shrugged. "I mean, we'd have to chuck it down his gullet, but wouldn't that work?"

"Remember what Ernest said about interactions between serums and all that bit?" I shook my head. "He might shrink, sure, but it might kill him or something,"

Reynard laughed aloud. "Who gives a shit?"

I supposed he had a point. But I wanted his tail in a courtroom and then in jail, never to see the outside ever again. And I wanted to show up in that jail every day, tie him to a chair, and beat the shit out of him. That was a fairer fate than simple death. I mean, I'd probably have to bribe a few prison guards to deal with the lattermost portion, but that was a small price to pay.

I just about slid off Becca's shoulder and plummeted to my death when the giantess suddenly came to a halt, staring straight ahead. Seriously, she needed guardrails or something.

"There he is," she hissed. "I'll take it from here,"

"No, you won't!" I snapped. "I'm not letting you go it alone--"

Becca unceremoniously deposited Reynard, Edmond, and I on the roof of a building, stopping to smile sweetly at me.

"Don't worry. I've got a plan,"

I started to worry.

*****

I couldn't bring myself to look at Todd anymore. Ever since I'd escaped from Todd's clutches back in the BoD facility, I felt as if I were fighting for my well-being--for my very life. But I couldn't fight anymore. Todd had broken me.

Slumped on the asphalt, I hugged my knees to my chest, staring at the façade of the building in front of me.

"Is that your choice?" Todd hissed, oozing malice from every pore.

I nodded numbly, offering a miserable whimper. I couldn't even find it in myself to cry anymore. Todd won. I lost. That was that. Why couldn't it just end?

"I would say how disgusted you make me feel, but I have a feeling you'd like that," I muttered.

"Thank you," Todd grinned. "But you know, don't beat yourself up. I'm just a better giant than you,"

"You? Better? You're a terrible excuse for a person. Just because you're bigger than eeryone else doesn't mean you can ruin and end the lives so many. We're all still people, and we have to look out for each other,"

"I'm sure two dozen of my guards understood that when you were crushing them and tearing them apart,"

Todd snorted as I stumbled to my feet, forcing myself to look at my father. He smiled at me and I cracked.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I love you so much," I murmured. "I love you, daddy. I love you, I love you,"

Not that it fucking mattered. Todd was going to eat him and I would be all alone. I should have listened to him.

"Alright, here you go," Todd smirked.

I cried out as the fox upended the palm containing Ciaran, sending him plummeting to earth. Lunging blindly forward, I sprawled out on my stomach, arm outstretched. He landed squarely in the center of my palm. I heard a pained yelp and Ciaran lay there limply.

Tearing my eyes away from my boyfriend, I looked up at Todd standing over me just as he flicked my Dad into the air, opening his jaws wide in wait. I gathered my feet under myself, trying to power upward and snatch my Dad away. All hope vanished as my ankle buckled, sending me sprawling backward. My shoulder glanced off a building, taking a good portion of its façade with me. I grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of me.

The world went into slow motion. Dad arced up and up through the air, then began to fall again. I hoped it was fast and painless. Down, down, down--

Suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere, snatching my father out of thin air. As is usually the case, there was a person attached to that hand, a ferretess perhaps a dozen or so feet taller than me. She gently broke my father's fall, curling her hand around him. In one fluid movement, she drew the hand clutching my Dad closer to her chest while the other fist lashed out and up, striking Todd across the jaw. He grunted in surprise and pain.

The newcomer glanced over in my direction as I stumbled to my feet before lobbing my father in my general direction.

"Hey!" I shouted as I caught him gently, cushioning his fall. "Be careful! Don't be so fucking cavalier with people,"

"You're welcome," the other ferretess shrugged. "Not like you were doing anything to help,"

Wow. Fucking bitch. I scowled at her as she returned her attention to Todd, who seemed to be still trying to process what was going on. Seizing the opportunity, I retreated back a block or so, crouching over to peer at Ciaran and my father in my palms.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled wretchedly again. "I was trying to help, I swear,"

Dad mumbled something unintelligible before gesturing at Ciaran. "Let me take a look at him,"

I moved my hands so that they were in contact with one another and Dad crossed over, crouching next to Ciaran's prone body. After a few moments of listening and examining, the wolverine looked back up at me.

"He's alright. The force of the impact knocked him out cold, but I don't think anything's broken," he announced. Working as a supervisor in his plant, Dad had plenty of first aid and first response experience, so I trusted his judgment.

I broke out into a smile, but the shattering of glass a few blocks distant shocked me back into a state of alertness. We weren't out of the woods yet. This time I was going to do what I should have done in the first place--gotten the fuck out of Saaduuts. I wasn't some sort of fucking hero. But I could help Ciaran and Dad.

"Oi! Tab! Stand up and get your tail over here!"

Getting back to my feet, I looked around, bewildered. My eyes fell on Roger--or was it Warren? It was all so confusing--and two others standing on the rooftop terrace of an apartment tower immediately to my right. The fox approached the edge of the rooftop as I set my passengers down on the structure.

"What in the holy fuck is going on?" I asked. "Who's that person?"

Roger glanced over at the other giantess, who seemed to be sizing up her opponent.

"Oh, that's Becca. She's got something of... a condition,"

"You could say that again. What are we going to do?"

Roger shrugged. "Becc alleges she has a plan of some sort,"

"And what is it, exactly?"

Roger's lips drew thin. "...I suppose we'll just have to find out,"

*****

Tab shot me a look of disapproval as I shrugged again. Hey, it wasn't like I was happy about the whole situation, either.

Motioning for Reynard to help the wolverine move Ciaran's unconscious body to a safer area of the rooftop, I returned my attention to the confrontation unfolding between Becca and Todd. Wait, did I say confrontation? Perhaps a different term was more appropriate. What in the fuck was that giantess playing at?

"Damn. I finally get to meet the fox of the hour," Becca murmured, massaging Todd's chest. "Must say, I really admire your work,"

"Oh, it's hard to think of it as a _job_when it's so much fun," Todd grinned. "But you know what they say, do what you love,"

Becca laughed, bringing herself closer to Todd, resting her head against his chest as she reached up to stroke his shoulder. What the fuck was she playing at?

"Is this standard operating procedure for you guys?" Tab hissed, shooting me a venomous look.

I shook my head numbly. "Becca'd better have something in mind,"

"And if she doesn't?"

I pulled a vial out of his pocket, showing it to her. "We somehow get Todd to swallow this. Cut him down to size in no time. I mean, it might be fatal and all, but at this point, that's the least of my worries,"

Tabitha nodded grimly. We all turned to look at Todd and Becca.

"I believe you owe me an introduction," Todd murmured to Becca. "Though I must say, you're much prettier than that other ferret-gal. Someone actually gave you a chest,"

The fox cupped Becca's breast in his hand, smiling as he pinched her nipple. Becca inhaled sharply, running a hand down the small of his back.

"I'm Becca,"

"Becca?" a frown flickered across the giant fox's face, but he quickly pushed it aside. He draped his arms over the ferretess' shoulders, smiling in that predatory manner of his. "I'm sure you'll forgive me for the little, ah, hit I arranged for you. I'd heard about your condition and worried you'd be all Good Samaritan-y. Couldn't have any of that,"

Becca giggled. "But it's so _boring_to be good. And don't worry. I took care of your little welcoming party,"

"My kind of girl," Todd murmured, leaning in to kiss Becca's neck and collar. "I suppose I was wrong about you. My apologies,"

Becca playfully pushed Todd onto his back, sending him crashing through a building. The ferretess sat on his chest, leaning down to kiss him. The fox yipped in pleasure, raring to go.

Todd rolled on top of Becca, practically growling. His tail was wagging madly--mannerless slob--and he licked the base of Becca's neck as he slid his fingers into her. The ferretess shuddered.

"Wait'll I find myself a condom. Then I'll show you a really good time," Todd hissed. "Gods, it's going to be so good to fuck something warm and alive,"

One of the few moments of vindication I'd had in the weeks since Todd had super-sized himself came early on in his impromptu reign. The fox had decided to celebrate taking over the city by (how else?) fucking a building.

I mean, way to fulfill all those stereotypes about foxes being insatiably horny sex machines. Real fucking progressive. I'd never really understood the allure of boning a building, anyway. Yet folks occasionally attempted it if they found themselves oversized. Disgusting. How difficult would it have been for him to go 'hey, I know I'm a gigantic godsdamn fox, but there are more culturally sensitive ways of showing how pumped I am about it'?

Anyway, stepping back off my soapbox, the whole 'let's fuck a building' thing didn't work out half as well as Todd had probably hoped. He'd penetrated the thing okay, but soon the grunts of exaggerated pleasure turned into gasps of discomfort and pain. As it turns out, sharp glass + sensitive bits = an unpleasant experience, no matter how big you are.

Unfortunately for everyone else, Todd had decided to remedy the situation (after a few days of nursing his shredded-up cock) by creating makeshift 'condoms' out of crowded buses. During one of our little tête-à-têtes, the giant had informed me that the dying twitches of the 'little fuckers' did wonders to enhance orgasms.

TL;DR: Todd is a disgusting, despicable person, and always wrap it before you tap it.

"Shit, this is going to be amazing," Todd gasped.

Forcing herself back on top of the fox, Becca put a finger to Todd's lips. "Except,"

"What is it?"

"Except I really don't like it when a guy asks me out by trying to have me killed," she sighed.

"My bad--" Todd mumbled, finding his shoulders pinned down under Becca's knees, his arms pinned to his sides by her legs.

"And I really, really don't like it when a guy shows off to me by leveling a good portion of my hometown and eating a lot of my friends. A major turn-off," Becca continued.

Todd squirmed as Becca leaned over, plucking up a street lamp. "What--what's going on?" he spluttered, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.

"You have really pretty eyes, you know," Becca smiled.

I cringed as Becca leaned over Todd's face, wielding the street lamp like a surgeon's lancet. The fox's panicked shouts and pleas morphed into a primal scream.

"She's going to kill him," Tab breathed.

"Do you really care?" I asked, unable to look away from Becca.

"I don't want him to get off that easy,"

That made two of us. But what could I do? I'd dealt with countless crises, but this was on a whole different level.

"Give me the vial," Tab snarled.

I looked up at her, worried, but she fixed me with a glare so intense it could freeze blood. Shaking my head, I fished out the vial and dropped it onto her palm.

Before I could get in another word, Tab had halved the distance between Todd and Becca and the building I was standing on. Becca had discarded the street lamp in favor of a wickedly jagged shard of glass, which she had raised in the air over her head. Todd was gasping wretchedly, struggling to free himself.

Tabitha knocked the shard free of Becca's grip, elbowing her aside to lean in over the fox. She forced his mouth open, dropping the vial in and inducing him to swallow.

For a few heart-stopping moments, nothing happened. Tabitha stepped back from Todd as he let out another strangled cry, clutching at his throat. He writhed on the ground, legs kicking and mouth foaming, hand clapped over his now useless left eye.

I let out a whoop as I saw Todd begin to rapidly reduce in size. Dashing for the roof access door on the far side of the terrace, I pounded down flight after flight of stairs before bursting out on the ground level.

It took some time to reach Todd and company's location, as the asphalt and pavement of the streets had been torn up and littered with all manner of rubble. I picked my way hurriedly, weaving through the ruined cityscape.

By the time I arrived on the scene, Becca's hormonal imbalance had run its course and she was reduced to normal, standing huffily next to the wretched Todd.

Pulling a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket, I shoved Todd onto his stomach, securing his wrists behind his back. Normally, I had blankets to help folks cover up after an episode, but my agency van was nowhere nearby and, frankly, he didn't deserve to keep a single shred of dignity.

"Someone get him a fucking bandage," I spat, jerking Todd to his feet.

Reynard and the wolverine came running up beside Becca, supporting a groggy-but-conscious Ciaran between them. The arctic fox shot Todd a look of withering disgust before turning to me.

"I managed to get a hold of your boss. He's sending a chopper to pick up us and... that," he jerked his head at Todd.

"Thanks,"

I deposited Todd roughly on his rear next to a large chunk of concrete, securing a strip of cloth offered by Reynard around the fox's head to cover the wound. For the first time since I'd encountered him, Todd had nothing to say. Good. If he did, I don't know how I would have reacted. Probably by giving the bastard a few broken teeth, to say the least.

"You're welcome, Roger," Becca sniffed, wandering over towards me.

"Oh, we're going to sit down and have a nice long talk after all this is taken care of," I snapped, glaring at the indignant ferretess. "You're on probation until further notice. Karl is going to have to put all of your actions under review,"

"Is that the kind of thanks I get? I actually do something and I'm punished for it?"

The whir of helicopter blades saved me from having to respond. Wind buffeted the group as the aircraft came in for an unsteady landing on one of the few nearby level patches of pavement.

I jerked Todd to his feet, pushing him between the shoulder blades towards the helicopter. My progress came to a sudden halt as none other than Warren jumped out of the side of the craft, hurrying towards me with his arm held up against the wind whipped up by the rotors.

"Warren!" I breathed, rushing forward to greet him. "I thought you... hadn't made it,"

Warren's arms wrapped around me, his muzzle pressing against the top of my head as I buried my face in his chest.

"You should know it takes a lot to kill me," he said. "Though it was nice of these fellows to give me a lift out of the Monster Fox Inn and Suites. I certainly won't be giving that hotel a good rating. Terrible service," he said, glowering over my shoulder at Todd.

"Get this piece of shit into custody," I spat.

"With pleasure," Warren smirked, taking the fox by the back of the neck and guiding him onto the helicopter. "Oops," he snorted as Todd's head made contact with the top of the doorway rather hard.

Becca followed after Todd, accepting a rough blanket offered to her by the copilot. I stayed behind with the others as the chopper took off. There was so much to take care of. We had order to restore, a city to rebuild. But all that mattered at the moment was making sure everyone was okay.

Returning to the group, I smiled to see that Ciaran seemed to have regained his senses.

"Damn. You're one resilient mink," I laughed as he took stock of his surroundings.

"I suppose I have to be, with Tab as my girlfriend and all," Ciaran shrugged in reply. "Wait, where is she?"

I frowned, noticing for the first time that Tabitha had indeed disappeared into thin air. How a 90-foot ferret-girl could just slip away unnoticed was beyond me.

"I've got to find her," Ciaran stated.

I protested feebly as Ciaran took off down the street, but Reynard put a hand on my shoulder.

"Let 'im go," he said softly. "You've done enough for one day. Time to rest,"

*****

When I found Tabitha, she was sitting with her back against a dockside warehouse, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared blankly out across the water. I approached her side cautiously, resting a hand against her hip.

"Hey, Tab," I murmured.

The ferretess didn't offer a response, but half-heartedly offered me her hand.

"It's over," I tried to smile, looking at her expressionless face as she set me on her knee. "It's all over. You're okay, I'm okay, your Dad's okay..."

"Mom isn't," Tabitha replied flatly. "Those people I killed aren't. Everyone Todd killed here isn't,"

"You couldn't do anything about that. It wasn't your fault,"

"Yes it was," Tabitha snapped. "It's my fault Mom's dead,"

"Tab..." I said. "You can't say that. You couldn't control those things. You're not a superhero or something. You're just Tab,"

"Look, Ciaran. I know you're trying to be nice, and that's sweet and all, but come on. Let's not kid ourselves anymore. I'm a giantess. You can't date me,"

I blinked. "What are you talking about? Of _course_I can! Of course I want to be with you!"

"We've been dating for, what, a few months now? And since we started, you've been seriously injured more than once, kidnapped, tortured... I'm not good for you,"

"But--but I love you!"

"And I love you. But it's not safe. You can have a normal life. Go to Winthrop and be happy and find someone special. Someone who's normal,"

I shook my head. I couldn't go back to Winthrop. What would I do there? Go back to my parents? That wasn't an option.

"But you're normal, Tab," I pleaded. "You don't think you are, but it's true. Sure, you're really big. But that's not all there is to you, really,"

Tabitha laughed bitterly. "Don't mock me,"

"I'm not,"

"Well either you're incredibly naïve or you're making fun of me. This isn't normal," she spluttered gesturing at herself. "I just need to go away. Find somewhere I can be alone and not bother anyone,"

"But what about me? What about your dad?"

"Dad probably hates me. And you should too,"

"Before you summarily write off everyone as in your Anti Fan Club or whatever, why don't you come back with me into town? Let's just see how it works out,"

*****

So as it turned out, everyone didn't hate me. Dad was subdued in tone for a while, but never blamed me for anything that had happened to him or Mom. Part of me wanted him to, but wouldn't begrudge him the affection.

There was a lot to address in the aftermath the havoc and chaos of Todd's reign of terror. The cleanup efforts alone were the stuff of nightmares, to say nothing of the construction necessities. MACRO had, through the authority vested in them for emergency situations, asked my Dad to head up and coordinate all of the various projects that were necessary to rebuild everything that had been leveled, wrecked, or perforated in some fashion during Todd's rampage. It was the biggest project he'd ever tackled, but went at it with vigor. I think it helped to have something to focus on to take his mind off Mom.

True to his kind heart, Dad took Ciaran under his wing, offering him a place to live at his new apartment in the Bell District. Even more so, he managed to pull some sort of magical strings so that Ciaran and I could take our finals in Saaduuts and still get our diplomas. Ciaran applied to The-College-on-the-Hill, hoping to study chemistry.

And me? Well, one of Dad's first projects was to make sure the apple of his eye had somewhere to live. So I have new digs up on Pill Hill. It's great. Roger even offered me a position as an agent at MACRO.

Things weren't easy with training and a new town to get used to. It was quite a lot to handle. But life wasn't completely empty. I had loved ones who cared about me, and I cared about them. For the first time in ages, it felt like I had a future. It was going to be challenging and difficult, but it was a future. A reason to keep pushing.