The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 1

Bondage, molestation, spanking G/F & G/M (G=giant) and romance.

[Text was written for skyrimkinkmeme, then I did the illustrations later for deviantArt.com. Characters are based on the Skyrim RPG game - the 'dragonborn' is the player's character.
The pictures were made using Daz Studio, not Blender as in the Ladies Spanking Club set. You can click on them for the hi-res versions]

There was very little in life that Grugg understood besides tending his mammoths. There may have been a time when he had been with his own kind, but he had forgotten. To him, the world was divided into himself, mammoths, and the small animals that he spotted now and then and used for food.

One day, Grugg saw a small unfamiliar shape trying to sneak through his camp. It walked on two legs like him, but was much smaller. He snatched it up for a closer look, and it began making a complicated series of high-pitched sounds that Grugg didn't understand. Suddenly, it stung his hand with a sharp piece of metal that it held the way Grugg held his club. He snatched the metal and threw it away.

This little 'thing', for which there was no name, had a hard shell on it like a mud crab. But the shell seemed barely attached. He pulled on it and some thin straps broke. He tossed the shell aside and, finding thin coverings beneath, he tore those away also. The little being began to squeal louder and more desperately.

On closer inspection, the little intruder was not a miniature version of Grugg. It had two lobes on its front, side by side. Grugg looked at his own chest. He didn't have them. This must be a feature that only these little creatures possessed. But lower down, he found that it was also missing things that a normal person ought to have. Peering closely between the legs, he could only see a tiny patch of fur and the hint of an opening. He stretched out a finger and tickled the area, which caused a frantic squeaking that he found highly amusing.

Grugg decided to keep this little thing as a pet. He had some threads for repairing his clothing, thicker than his little pet's fingers. He tied some around its neck, not too tightly, and held the other end between his thumb and finger. He set his new pet on the ground, and it began to run away from him desperately. When the thread was stretched taut, 'she' (Grugg didn't know why that word came up from his memory) tried to pull free, but Grugg held the cord tightly.

Desiring to play with his toy some more, Grugg picked her up again, and began stroking her all over, enjoying the little sounds she made. He noticed that the squeaking grew louder and more amusing when he played with the little lobes on her front, and between her legs. So he tended to tickle those areas with his large finger more than any other.

Grugg had taken a little cage from a nearby fort, which he occasionally used for his food animals. He assembled it and kept his pet there whenever there was important work to do for the mammoths, and when he went to sleep. He shared his food with his pet, and kept her cage clean.