The group of skiers looked down the slope, crowding around their ringleaders: one man in a red parka, the other wearing blue goggles. Red Parka looked to his cohorts and grinned, “Well boys, we got a ‘Guys Only’ weekend, a mountain to ourselves, and the best slope in the country. Who’s going first?”
 
Blue Goggles looked down the mountain and gulped. “Uh, buddy? I think this mountain may be out of our league…this is a black diamond run.”
 
Red Parka slapped his friend on the back. “What, you forgot your panties on the lift? I brought us here to get away, and that’s what we’ll do. I don’t care if you’ve barely made it past the bunny hill, we’re running this thing no matter how scary it is!”
 
“Oh, you have BIGGER problems than a difficult mountain, little ones!” A voice–a girl’s voice; arrogant and haughty and very loud, called out, seeming to boom from everywhere. The party covered their ears, staggering back from the slope.
 
“Wh-where are you, brat?!” Red Parka snapped, regaining his bravado despite ringing ears. “Show yourself, snow bunny, and then get off our mountain! This isn’t the kiddie hill!” His cohorts who could stand whooped approval at the machismo.
 
Blue Goggles snorted, his offense at Red’s taunt forgotten. “Yeah! This is a ‘Guys Only’ slope! Beat it!” He shouted…or as close as he could come to shouting while nursing his eardrums.
 
The voice laughed-a hooting, contemptuous sound that grated on the nerves. “Your mountain? Hehehe…how cute. You think you can lay claim to what is mine? I shall have to teach you a lesson! And as for being a ‘little snow bunny’…”
 
Purple smoke alight with confetti suddenly filled, announced by what sounded like a kazoo. The Skiier Dudes were yet again knocked on their rears, coughing and spitting from the barrage of smoke. Blue Goggles lost his namesake in the tumble, and fell right on top of Red.
 
Red Parka was mad. He’d paid good money for this trip–three days away from his wife!–and now some teeny-bopper was going to crash his party with these stupid tricks? Oh, it was ON now! He’d make this brat EAT her snowboard! Throwing Blue Goggles off him, he shot to his feet as the purple smoke began to clear. Snarling, he stomped toward the figure ahead of him. She–it looked like a girl–was chortling that same laugh; it has to be the brat doing all this! “Alright, you little snake! Now you’ve pissed me off…come out here and MAYBE I won’t take you over my knee before I-”
 
The smoke cleared, and Red’s tirade died in his throat when he beheld the sight before him.  
Where there had been a beautiful view of the mountains, there now was a girl; somewhere in her teens. She looked arrogant, egotistical, and had a smug smirk on her face.  
She was also bigger than the mountain.
 
“So shocked?” The giant girl purred, smirking like a fox in a henhouse. “You littles should be! For you face the Gigantic and Amazing Trixie! Now, you have claimed a mountain Trixie was sitting on as your own. You will be dealt with. But there is ONE of you Trixie is especially interested in…” She leaned down, hands on her hips; her smirking face filling Red Parka’s vision. “Now, what was this about you ‘taking Trixie over your knee’, little one?”
 
“I…uh…you see, I didn’t know…” Red Parka sputtered, then rallied. “Wait! You’re only huge because you drank one of those sodas, from those scam-artist brothers!”
 
“A Rampaging Raspberry, yes;” Trixie answered, “But it still worked, and Trixie IS at a size that suits her…and now she must TEACH you why threatening a giantess is a bad idea
 
“No, you did not. So Trixie is afraid she must TEACH you why threatening a giantess is a bad idea!”
 
The giantess’s hand swooped down onto Red Parka, who let out a VERY unmanly scream before he was grasped in her fist and lifted up.
 
“And as for the rest of you…this is what happens when you steal a giantess’s seat!”
 
His friends screamed as they saw Trixie smirk at them and turn around…
 
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