#and then the adults of course were like 'please stop taking the volley ball out of the toy basket and carrying it around with you all day

[icewindandboringhorror]

a littol rats 

[cadens-dream-journal]

What I Want

O-Kiku/Yamato

Kiku wanted Deuce to interview the schools Volleyball captain, but ended up doing it herself. She ends up wanting just a little more.

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Kiku adored her position as club president. She could get exactly what she needed, when she needed, how she needed it. Especially when people thought she was as reputable as she was so they worked with her. Her brother being the good student he was a few years back also helped keep her record clean. People were happy to help her and she was happy to help right back!

So when Deuce texted her that he wasn’t going to be able to do this next interview for her because he had an appointment she was happy to handle it herself. She was the one who wrote the questions and was writing the article anyway, Deuce just had more time than she did. Kendo and the Newspaper club took up more time each year.

The club faculty advisor let her into the gym with a grin. “It’s good to see you Miss Kiku! How’s Izo?” Shanks was always a happy man, it was also very infectious.

She grinned over at him, he already knew how her brother was, “He’s doing well. Thank you. I’m here to speak to the team Captain?” She took a quick look at the papers again to make sure she was reading it correctly, “Kaido Yamato?”

“Of course, of course gimme a minute, I’ll go get him. He dragged one of the first years outside to practice serving,” Shanks said before casually walking out the door. Seconds later he was shouting a name.

A teen with ombré hair burst into the gym with a grin. He turned towards her and she smiled softly. He quickly made his way over to her and looked down at her before introducing himself, “Kaido Yamato. It’s nice to meet you! I’m going to be the next Kozuki Oden, and you can quote me on that.”

She had wanted to be as professional as possible. She really wanted to seem like the calm put together young adult she was trying to be. But goodness he was adorable, she laughed harder than she had in a while. She tried to collect herself, to apologize, but he was still grinning at her. As if he expected and wanted her to react like that!

“I’m—“

“Please don’t apologize! I like making cute girls like you laugh, I’m very serious about that claim, but I’m glad I could get to hear such a cute laugh,” he cut her off with a more gentle smile. He was very charming.

“Alright. I’m Akazaya Kikunojo, you can call me Kiku though. I’d like to interview you for the school paper if you have time?” She twirled her pencil on instinct as she spoke.

His eyes fell to her hand and she abruptly stopped the motion slightly embarrassed about it. He just hummed, “Would you be okay talking outside while I practice volley’s?” She had no idea what those were but she was fine with whatever. She nodded and followed him outside, he let her pull out her small recorder and start it before he moved into a position.

He started hitting the ball with the tips of his fingers on both hands, looking up at where he was sending the ball before hitting it again in the same way.

“Okay first question: Why did you choose to play Volleyball?” she always started with this question, it told her so much about someone.

“Well,” he made a face into the sky, “My dad played when he was younger and pushed me to do it too. I hated it back then, but then I saw Kozuki Oden in person once, he was so happy to be playing even though he lost and I decided that’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to have fun . Win or lose.” That was such a lovely reason. She updated her question list with that new information.

“So Kozuki Oden inspired you? He was an Ace wasn’t he? What position do you play?” She didn’t know exactly what all the terms were but that’s why they interviewed people.

“Yeah! He was a great wing spiker and the teams Ace. I may not be the team Ace but I am a wing spiker. I’ll happily leave crushing the other team to Ace, it’s fun when they realize the Ace is named Ace you know?” He laughed and she giggled at his enthusiasm.

The interview carried on a little longer and her final question got her an answer she didn’t quite expect. “So is there anything you’d tell your younger self after getting where you are?”

He stopped the ball this time and looked down at the ground, “Stop pretending you’re not a boy. You can still play how you want just the way you are.” She sucked in a breath, she didn’t even think he was... She quickly concluded the interview on her recorder and shut it off. He scratched his head and cleared his throat, “Sorry that last answer was so heavy.”

She quickly shook her head, “No, no. I get it. I get it a lot more than most people might.” She muttered the last part but he blinked at her.

So that was a thing.

He stared at her for a couple of seconds before looking at the gym building. She was going to ask what was wrong, but he dropped the ball and grabbed her hands. He looked her in the eye as he asked her a question she was not prepared for and very much did not mind, “Will you go out on a date with me?”

Izo was going to be disappointed. She was to focus on school, and college, and very much not boys. Too bad she was going to take what she wanted. “I would love that.”

[butternuggets-blog]

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER

@baldwin-montclair @adowobsessed @sylverdeclermont @lady-lazarus-declermont @nicki-mac-me @thereadersmuse @kynthiamoon @adowbaldwin @profoundme444

Part Eight

Summary: Baldwin de Clermont manages to upset an ancient hag. He wakes up.. different.

'Mummy, may I please feed Apollo some fish?' asked Philip.

Diana and Matthew shared a glance. They had known this day was coming, but they didn't have to like it.

'Apollo?' Gerbert and Domenico echoed.

Baldwin sighed and hid his bowl of porridge beneath the table as Diana plastered a cheery smile on her face and nodded.

'Of course darling'

The griffin burst from Philip’s side onto the table, scattering plates and flipping Domenico’s scrambled eggs into his lap. Philip dissolved into a gale of laughter, while Gerbert watched the familiar with a mixture of awe and poorly-disguised greed.

‘AH-AH! Down!’ Diana frowned, sternly pointing her finger towards the floor. Phillip smiled and patted the side of his chair.

‘ ’Pollo, sit!’ the familiar perked up at the sound of its name and leapt across to squat beside its master. Phillip dropped some of his sardines into Apollo’s gaping mouth; the griffon chewed delicately on them, then swallowed.

‘And do you have a familiar?’ Gerbert asked, voice dripping with syrupy sweetness as he turned towards Rebecca. She stared at him over her cereal.

‘A pterodactyl’

Domenico let out a loud snort of derision.

‘Yeah, right’

He glanced Baldwin, then Diana and Matthew, as the silence stretched.

‘..right?’

The snowfall in Sept Tours had been unusually heavy that year. Both the castle and the surrounding village were covered in white, long thin icicles hanging from the edges of roofs and cars being swallowed up by snowdrifts.

The twins had been barred from going outside until Marthe borrowed Apollo and Corra, using them like intelligent flame-throwers to melt the iced-over pathways through the gardens. Now Becca was running around trying to find her bobble hat and gloves; Phillip was hopping awkwardly as he tried to pull on his boots and wrap his scarf around his neck at the same time.

Baldwin would never admit it, but for the last few weeks he had been using Diana as a human weather barometer. If she looked outside in the morning and decided to wear a coat, Baldwin would quietly copy her. 

He didn’t have to today. Marthe had been on a shopping spree, and dropped off a thick black coat, beanie, gloves and scarf. She’d bought similiar items for Gerbert and Domenico as well, although instead of a beanie, Gerbert was sporting a russian-style fur hat with earflaps.

The twins went hurtling out the front door, screaming with delight and launching themselves face-first into the nearest snowdrift. Domenico slipped on the slick pavestones almost immediately, reflexively grabbing the back of Baldwin’s jacket as he fell, dragging Baldwin down with him.

Gerbert chuckled as the two men, cursing loudly, untangled themselves.

‘Be careful; you wouldn’t want to break something would you?’ he smiled. Baldwin ignored him and headed off after the twins, while Domenico paused, a slow grin spreading across his face.

‘Don’t you da-’

‘Oops!’ Domenico spun Gerbert’s wheelchair around and pushed. It sailed forwards a good metre or so before careening wildly off the path and into a mound of snow.

Gerbert let out an indignant scream of fury but it was muffled by a mouthful of ice. Coughing and spluttering, he managed to half-crawl forward on his elbows until he could turn onto his back, facing up towards the sky. Now he just had to get up the energy to flip the wheelchair off him.

‘Oh, that’s disgusting!’ he grimaced as the snow that had slipped down the back of his jacket began to melt. He spread his arms out and tried to wriggle so that the moisture warmed up and evaporated faster.

The ghost of his childhood suddenly giggled in his ear. If he scraped his arms up and down, then-

No. That was idiotic.

...still...

Gerbert craned his head forward. There was no one else around.

If anyone spotted the impressions in the snow he could pass it off as him flailing, trying to push himself up.

He checked again. No one was watching.

Gerbert chuckled quietly to himself, and made a snow angel.

***

In spite of himself, Domenico was actually having a lot of fun.

He had reluctantly, then enthusiastically, helped Phillip make a snowman (Becca and Baldwin’s snowman was three times smaller, but much smoother and compact), then halfway through setting up a tobogganing jump and a small igloo Domenico managed to sneak up behind Baldwin and dump a handful of snow down his back.

The garden would be his grave.

While Baldwin frantically built a miniature Hadrian’s wall, Becca rolled snowball after snowball, reaching cautiously above the barricade to lob them at Domenico and her brother. They were bunkered down in a shallow crater, having forgone proper shielding in order to focus on making ammunition.

‘Slightly to the left Rebecca!’ Gerbert called out. He had wheeled himself to the top of the toboganning jump and was parked there, occasionally shouting advice.

‘SHUT UP OLD MAN!’ Domenico pegged a snowball towards Gerbert; the shot went wide, sailing over Gerbert’s head. He ducked down to avoid a snowball to the face from Baldwin, and whispered in Philip’s ear. The boy nodded enthusiastically, giggling.

There was a loud swooshing noise and Apollo launched into the air, bee-lining towards the other fort.

‘AERIAL ASSAULT!’ Philip and Domenico screamed. Baldwin swore and threw himself over Becca, who looked absolutely furious. Apollo made a noise like a cat being sick, and a volley of snow balls rocketed down, thudding into Baldwin’s back.

Becca, wriggling a hand out from beneath her uncle, aimed carefully. A column of fire suddenly erupted beneath Apollo, lightly singeing its feathers and sending the startled griffin pinwheeling back towards its master, shrieking loudly.

Marthe ambled into view, serenly taking in the chaos before her.

‘Lunch time!’

Gerbert wheeled himself back towards the castle, the twins and Baldwin shoving each other and arguing as they trailed along in his wake. Domenico, staying behind for a moment to pretend to re-tie his shoes, glanced furtively around to make sure no one was watching, lay down on the ground, and gave into the childish urge that had been buzzing around the back of his skull for the last hour and made a snow angel.

****

The tobogganing slope worked well. Really, really well.

Too well.

It had originally been a giant mound of snow, compacted by hand and shovel. There were pockmarks and it crumpled slightly around the edges after each use, but it held itself together.

Then Pip froze it.

Now there was a solid, nearly indestructable toboggan slope-shaped iceberg sitting in the middle of the lawn. Pip had immediately rushed to the top; the speed with which he went whizzing off the end was enough to launch the toboggan into the air and carry him an extra five metres, cackling hysterically.

Baldwin went and fetched the riding helmets.

After that there was no stopping the twins. Becca and Pip pushed themselves off the top of the slope more and more aggresively, while Domenico pushed a series of makeshift treebranch markers into the ground to see who’s toboggan flew the farthest.

Pip even extended the top of the slope so they could get a running start. In hindsight, this was absolutely the moment Baldwin should have put his foot down and been the responsible adult, but he had a two metre lead on Domenico and wasn’t about to let that crawly little git win.

Hence, the snow shoes.

Baldwin strapped the metal spikes to the bottom of his boots, careful not to cut himself. He put his toboggan on the slope in front of him, ground his heels into the ice, and tensed.

‘Ready..’ Becca raised her mittened hand in the air, ‘Set....GO!’

Baldwin sprinted forward, throwing himself onto the toboggan as just as it tipped over the edge. The extra boost of power from the jump caused the toboggan to shoot forward, gathering speed at an alarming rate until it reached the end of the slope and launched into the air.

‘OOF!’ Baldwin gasped as the breath was knocked from his lungs, the toboggan landing hard on a frosted-over patch of ground. Marker after marker whizzed past, the twins chanting and whoops of joy turning into concerned yells as Baldwin overshot the final marker and went careening up and over a hill, straight into the treeline.

Baldwin grit his teeth, cursed, and pulled on the brakes. He missed a rapidly approaching oak but the toboggan flipped, throwing him clear. He went rocketing into a hedge, skidding to a stop on the other side bruised, bleeding, and lying half-buried in a snowdrift, but alive.

‘Ow..’

He flexed his fingers and toes; nothing seemed broken. Relieved, and slightly out of it, he gingerly spread his arms and did a small snow angel to celebrate.

Author’s Notes

- Luna the pterodactyl is not canon in this story. Becca was f**king with her new uncles ^^

- I don’t think familiars in the ADOW universe can breathe elements, but I don’t care

- Marthe and Alain have zoom-lens cameras and absolutely took photos of Gerbert, Domenico and Baldwin making snow angels XD

[thecleverdame]

This Is Not A Fairy Tale - Five

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta:  ilikaicalie  

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Your home, or what was your home, is a three-hour journey from the castle. You ride through fields and cross rivers, following your own innate sense of direction. Sam couldn’t find his way to you, but in contrast you always know your way. It’s a trait left from your father.

Rehearsing the plan in your head, you try to account for every possibility. Perhaps they will be sleeping. After a night of dancing and drinking, Naomi and your step-sisters must be exhausted. Maybe they haven’t even noticed you’re gone. And even if they have, you’re banking on the fact that they’ll be too worn out to put up a fuss, at least not this morning.

You won’t get into specifics. There’s no reason for them to know anything about what happened between you and Sam. The goal is to collect your father’s ashes and leave without a nasty confrontation.

There’s no sign of life as you approach the house. Tying the horse to the post you venture inside as quietly as possible. The house appears empty. Slipping your shoes off, you shuffle through the dining room and into the parlor. Your father's ashes sit atop the fireplace in an ornate gold jar that once belonged to your mother. You’ll have both of them with you now.

You carefully collect the urn and turn to find Naomi waiting silently in the doorway. You nearly drop the jar, pulling it back to your chest.

“You really are a slippery little thing, aren’t you.” Her eyes narrow. “How did you get out of the chains?”

“You didn’t fasten them tight enough.” You counter, standing tall. There’s no reason to be afraid of her now. You have the power whether she knows it or not.

“There she is!” Claire rattles, standing beside her mother with Alex right behind. “What are you wearing?”

“What’s different about you?” Alex tips her head. “She looks...less like walking death.”

“Yes, she does.” Naomi steps closer as you fight the urge to retreat. “What are you playing at with Robert’s ashes?”

“I’m taking them with me.” You feel emboldened, empowered for the first time in your adult life. “I won’t be living here anymore.”

“What?” Claire laughs, looking at you as if you’ve just said you saw a dragon. “Have you finally gone insane?”

“What is this?” Naomi throws up a hand to silence her daughter.

“I have decided it’s time for me to move on. I’m no longer a child and you are not my master. I’m not a servant. I’m your stepdaughter and I am free to go as I please.” You want to jump for joy as the words leave your mouth. You’ve wanted to say them for so long.

“This is rather sudden.” Naomi smiles a terrifying grin that sends fear into your very bones. “You are correct. You are not my property, but you forget you are an Omega. If you leave and try to make it on your own you’ll be snapped up by the first wealthy Alpha to cross your path. Omegas aren’t meant to be free, my dear.”

“I’ve already been claimed,” you snap back before you can stop yourself. The hatred you’ve been suppressing for years bubbling to the surface.

All three pairs of eyes snap to your neck. Your hair is covering half of Sam’s bite but it’s visible if one knows what to look for.

“Who would claim you?” Alex wonders aloud, turning to Claire. “Is she serious?”

Naomi is silent, you but you can see the wheels turning. She’s putting things together, staring at you in contempt as the pieces click into place.

“What have you done? You little whore!” She’s seething, jaw clenched as she thrusts an accusatory finger in your direction.

“He claimed me.” You poke your chest, tears springing to your eyes. “He wants to be with me, Naomi. We’re soulmates and there is nothing you can do to take that away from us.”

“What is she talking about?” Clair looks from you to her mother. “Who claimed her?”

“The Prince.” Naomi presses her lips together. “It was her at the ball. The mystery woman in blue. She’s an Omega, no one else ever stood a chance. He wouldn’t have been able to control himself even if you were a troll under a bridge! The king and queen will never allow such deception.”

“It wasn’t the first time we’ve met,” you volley back, watching the fact register as her face falls. “He threw the ball to find me. We’re going to be happy together and I hope my joy tortures you every day!”

“Is she serious?” Claire looks as if she might vomit. “She can’t be. You’re both having a laugh, aren’t you? Mother?”

“Shut up!” Naomi snaps. She can’t take her eyes off you. Alex and Claire are frozen in shock and all you want to do is leave this place and never come back. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“He wanted to know who hurt me.” Your eyes narrow as you inch toward her, wishing you could reach out and smack her right across the face. “He ordered me to tell him who left these scars on my body and I protected you. You should remember that I showed you mercy when you’ve shown me none.”

“You ungrateful slut!” She screams, hands fisted at her sides.

“Goodbye,” you offer your regards and skirt around the women.

You’re surprised that no one follows you but grateful that it’s over as you secure the ashes in your saddlebag. But when you turn to take one final look at the home your father built, Naomi is stalking toward you with two servants behind her. It’s two of the men who work in the fields and care for the cattle.

“Stop her!” Naomi instructs and you realize what’s happening.

“Don’t touch me!” you shout as both men grab your arms, pulling you away from the horse. “Let me go!”

“You are a foolish child.” Naomi watches stone faced as you struggle, fighting like a caged animal. “Carry her down to the basement and make sure she’s tied up properly, arms and legs. We can’t have her slipping out again.”

“What are you doing?!” you scream, staring at her in horror as you’re dragged toward the house. Your feet kick along the ground as freedom slips away. “You can’t keep me here. He’ll find me!”

Three Days Later

Dean winces as a chair hits the wall with tremendous force and splinters in a thousand pieces, sending wood shards in all directions.

“Who is in charge of the search?” Sam yells, grabbing the edge of a small side table and sending it flying. He’s taking his aggression out on whatever’s within arm’s reach.

“I am, my lord.” Byron, a middle-aged high ranking soldier, looks from Dean to Sam, shrinking back a step. “We’re doing all we can, but the search will take time. Perhaps if we had a starting point-”

“Don’t make excuses.” Sam points, stalking toward him. “Just find her. Do you need more men?” Sam looks from Byron to his father who’s watching from the corner of the room. “Tell him he can have as many men as he needs.”

“Of course,” John nods. “Whatever it takes.”

“It’s not a matter of manpower.” Bryon gulps, gathering his courage. “It’s simple logistics. We’ve searched every home in the city from top to bottom. We’ve started with the country homes but it will take days to ensure we’ve left no stone unturned. Perhaps a week.”

“A week?” Sam’s blood is boiling, his face bright red, unable to control the anger churning inside him. Just as quickly, his mood shifts, face falling, swallowing hard as he glances at the king. The fight has drained out of him. Sam’s been cycling between rage and desperation for seventy-two hours. “A week? I can’t-”

“We’ll find her.” John bows his head in confirmation. “Perhaps we need a better strategy.”

“May I make a suggestion?” Bryon raises a shaking finger.

“Please,” Dean nods.

“Perhaps we should make an announcement. If people knew what had happened we would have thousands more eyes looking for her. Men would volunteer to join the search.”

“That’s out of the question.” Mary speaks up for the first time.

“Why? It’s not a bad idea.” Dean offers. “Are you concerned about appearance? Claimed but unmarried…”

“Of course not. There is far more at stake than Sam’s reputation.” Mary scoffs, moving across the room to her youngest son and running a hand up his back. “What do you think the risks are for a prince’s mate out in the world without protection? There are plenty who would jump at the chance to use her against us. Not to mention she’s an Omega, claimed or not she’s a rare commodity.”

Sam makes a desperate breathy noise as his eyes flutter shut. He’s a newly mated Alpha without his mate. The balance of his body has been turned upside down. He can hardly think straight and when he manages to have a coherent thought it’s nothing more than a list of all the terrible fates that could befall you.

“I have to ask again, I’m sorry son.” John persists despite his wife shaking her head in silent warning. “You’re sure she didn’t leave of her own volition? It’s possible she was overwhelmed by how fast things moved-”

“She didn’t run away.” Sam snaps to attention, anger flooding back. He’s been over this a hundred times. “She had every intention of returning. She left a note. If she would have just waited, none of this would have happened.”

“So, either she was detained between the castle and her home or something happened on the journey back,” Dean surmises. “She didn’t tell you anything? Her father’s name? Any detail?”

“No, she didn't want me to know.” Sam explains. “They beat her. There were marks all over her, some from a lash, others I’ve never seen before. She didn’t want me to retaliate.”

“Well, it sounds as if time is of the essence.” Mary thinks on this news, going over all the details Sam has shared over the last three days. “She told you her father was dead and it was her stepmother that beat her?”

“Yes,” Sam confirms, jaw ticking as his nose scrunches in displeasure.

“Well, then we must narrow the search. Byron, compile a list of men who have passed away and left widows and children. I’m sure it’s a long list, but it’s better than scouring the countryside with no direction.”  

“Right away.”

The moment Byron leaves the room Sam turns to his father with tears in his eyes. “They’re hurting her. Whoever stopped her from returning, they’re hurting her.”

“You don’t know that.” Mary whispers, slipping her arm around his waist.

“I do. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. I know how that sounds but I swear to you there are moments when I feel her so clearly. She’s in pain.”

“The bond between Alpha and Omega is something no one understands. You’re connected to her in more ways than we realize.” John places a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We’re going to find her. It’s only a matter of time.”

-

Naomi is proving a point. She thought you were already broken, but now she’s on a mission to seal the deal.

You scream as the whip cuts across your back, feeling flesh open as the sting of the leather crosses over dozens of already open wounds. You’re strung up, arms above your head and stripped naked. There’s a warm trickle of blood down your back and over your buttocks. She’s taken the lash to every part of you she can reach, legs, backside and stomach. She’s refrained from marking your breasts and belly, because, as she’s been eager to explain a buyer wants something pretty to look at.

She announced this morning that she has in fact sold you to a wealthy statesman, an Alpha from a far away kingdom. He’ll come to collect you this evening so Naomi is making the most of her last hours with you.

At some point your mind leaves your body. You float upward toward the ceiling, a hazy, clouded feeling as you remember Sam’s scent and how warm it felt to be with him. You didn’t realize how cold you always were in your little basement bedroom until you felt his animal heat all around you. The sound of your voice crying out in agony echos far away.

If you died down here, at least you would have died knowing how wonderful it feels to be cared for by someone. To be held and kissed by a man who only wanted to show you pleasure and safety. But instead, you will suffer a fate much worse than death. You’re to be a mate for another Alpha, a man will no doubt try to claim you and make you his own...but no other mark will ever supersede Sam’s. Your soul and your body will always pine after your original mate. This will only be the beginning of the suffering.

You jerk back to reality when your knees hit the floor. Naomi has cut the ropes that held you. Now you’re a bloody puddle of a woman, nude and cowering on the soot covered stone.

“Why are you doing this?” You look up, knowing the question itself might incur her wrath but it doesn’t matter anymore. Your entire body is on fire, nauseating pain that makes your stomach heave. What’s more at this point?

“Because I hate you,” she replies simply. “You were a wretched child and grew into a wretched woman. If you think I’ll let you take away my daughters’ chance at an advantageous marriage, you’re mistaken. I should have sold you off long ago.”

“Please don’t do this.” You look up at her, arms wobbling as you summon your last ounce of strength. “If you let me go I won’t tell.”

“You won’t tell anyone as it is. I’ve told the Duke what a liar you are. I don’t want you to think you can talk your way out of this. I explained to him that you were claimed by a stable hand and will say or do whatever you can think of to be with him. I wouldn’t go telling tales of your prince. The duke said if you can’t stop your dishonesty he’ll cut out your tongue. You won’t need it to be of use to him.”

You close your eyes, gripping your knees to your chest and try to imagine a way out. There has to be something you can do. If only you’d told Sam where you came from, your father’s name. Anything. You never imagined your life would come to this, an Omega bought and sold and soon to be shipped off to a land far, far away.

[prisonrose]

{ Post Tenebras Lux }

Panicked footsteps echoed through the lonely mine as the boy dashed about in aimless circles. His heart was nearly thundering out of his chest as he stopped for a moment, panting. “Hello?” he cried as loudly as he could. “IS ANYONE THERE?!”

Nothing. “Mum? Dad?!”

The echoes of his frightened voice almost sounded as if it was taunting him. Blinking back his tears, he dashed off in the direction he hoped would get him out of here and once again wracked his brain for answers to his current predicament. 

All he had to do was retrace his steps, right? That’s what mom had always told him! Let’s see… He’d been with his mom and dad, taking a tour through the Macro Cosmos factory on the outskirts of Motostoke. The Chairman himself was there to greet them, and that had been so exciting! He started showing them all the different machines and explaining what they did, though, which wasn’t quite as exciting, so the boy’s mind began to wander. And then…

The boy stopped dead in his tracks, clutching at his hair in frustration as he looked around. He couldn’t even remember how he had gotten split off from the group. Something had caught his attention momentarily, though he couldn’t remember what it was. He didn’t really think he’d gone that far, but when he turned around to go back to the factory, he didn’t even know which way he had come from. 

He’d gone into this mine, hoping it was the way back to Motostoke, where at least there would be other people he could ask for help. Instead, he’d ended up wandering around aimlessly in this dark, Pokemon infested hole without a Pokemon of his own to defend him, and he was lost, and he wanted his mom and his dad and to be back at Postwick and safe!

He slumped to the ground covering his face with his hands and sobbing noisily, then pressed his small body into a secluded corner as he shivered with fear. What if no one found him this time? What if he was going to be lost forever?

“MUM! DAD!” he screamed in desperation. “SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!”

“... Leon?” a distant voice called. 

He froze, holding his breath with shock. “... Hello?” he called again, shakily climbing to his feet. “Is… Is someone there?!”

“Leon! Oh, thank the heavens that I found you!” The voice sounded relieved. “Stay put! Help is on the way!”

The boy spotted a shadow moving out of the corner of his eye. “No, wait! I-I think I see you! I’m on my way there!”

“Leon?! No, no, stay where you are! Don’t move!”

Too late. He’d taken off after the shadowy figure, sniffling and trying to wipe his face free of tears. In just a few minutes, he’d back home and this would all just be a memory! He’d be safe and warm and happy, and--

And that was not not a person.

He screeched to a halt so quickly that he nearly fell over, eyes wide with fear and panic. The Pokemon in front of him made a quick hairpin turn to face him, growling softly. Leon froze in place, feeling as if he couldn’t even breathe. Even when he saw its mouth glow as it prepared to attack him, he felt like his feet were rooted in place. Why… Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he run? It was as if his body had been turned to stone! It wouldn’t listen to him!

As the blistering heat built up in the Carkoal’s body, Leon slowly looked down so that his brim blocked out the sight of it and he wouldn’t have to see his gruesome demise coming. He sniffled, feeling another tear roll down his face as he waited patiently for the enraged Pokemon to end it. But then he heard frantic footsteps coming from behind him.

The Chairman yanked one of his Ultra Balls off of his belt, and tossed it out in front of him, rushing in front of the boy. “Cerys! Defend us!” he cried throwing out his hand to shield the boy from any incoming damage.

Just as the Carkoal shot a powerful volley of flame at the two of them, the Chairman’s Copperajah burst out of its ball. Rose briefly had to shield his eyes from all of the dust his Pokemon had kicked up, but thankfully his Copperajah had managed to soak up all of the damage from the attack, leaving them both unharmed. Leon blinked, his cap plopping quietly on the ground. He looked up at the massive Pokemon standing in front of him with awe. Then he turned his eyes to the Chairman standing resolutely in front of him.

Rose just ran his fingers through his hair, thankful that no one had gotten hurt other than the small amount of damage Cerys had taken from a Pokemon much weaker than her. He could have ended the battle with an Iron Head or a High Horsepower then and there, but it seemed a little excessive. The poor thing had just been startled, after all.

“Here,” he called out to the wild Pokemon, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a toy with a bell attached to the end that Olga enjoyed playing with every now and then. He’d have to get her a new one sometime soon. “Go fetch.”

The Carkoal’s eyes went wide as Rose flung the jingling toy further down the long corridor. It let out a soft noise in delight, chasing after it as quickly as its wheels could take it. Rose sighed, stroking his Copperajah’s haunches. “How are you, girl?” he asked softly, looking over where the move struck her.

She rumbled quietly, turning so that she could gently wrap her powerful trunk around his waist and pull him in for a cuddle. 

Rose laughed softly, patting her trunk reassuringly. “It’s alright, darling, we’re both unharmed. There, there…” She really was quite protective and motherly towards him. He patted her one last time and went to address the young boy still looking up at him, completely awestruck. His face was a mess, smudged with dirt and awash with tears, so Rose took out his handkerchief and got down on one knee to wipe all the grime away. 

“You had us all very worried,” he hummed quietly. “I’m so glad to know that you’re alright…”

“I… I’m sorry…” Leon sniffled. “I didn’t mean to be a bother… I didn’t mean to wander off! Mum says there’s… something wrong with me. I get lost really easily, and it drives her mad. ”

“I’m sure that’s very frustrating,” Rose murmured, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket once most of the muck was wiped away. “And very scary, too. But just because you’re made differently, it doesn’t mean that you have to let your disability define you. I happen to think you show quite a bit of promise as a potential trainer.”

Leon’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “M-Me?!” he cried incredulously. “You have to be joking! I don’t even know how I got here, and if you hadn’t saved me from that monster, I would have been burned to a crisp!”

“I promise I’m being quite sincere,” Rose replied, rising back to his feet and brushing the dirt from his fancy trousers. “Look where you are, Leon. You came here all by yourself. Through the tall grass of Route 3, and down into the very depths of this place. No adults… Not even a companion Pokemon by your side. The only time you landed yourself in any trouble is when you ran into that Carkoal in a rush, seeking me out. That suggests that you have very shrewd judgement, a natural affinity for befriending Pokemon, and a knack for getting yourself out of sticky situations. I happen to think those are all very admirable qualities.”

Leon looked up at him with wide eyes. “You… You really think so? Most of the kids call me dense, and most adults just think I’m just pretending to get lost, but… But I’m really not! I really try!”

Rose fondly ruffled the kid’s short, purple hair. “I’m certain that you do. You just need some help compensating for the qualities that you lack, but the same can be said for everyone else. Why, I bet that with the right partner by your side, the possibilities for you could be endless.”

The Copperajah lumbered over and nuzzled Leon gently with her trunk, almost cooing softly. Rose laughed, patting her. “See? Even Cerys agrees! You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, Mr. Leon.”

Leon blushed slightly, reaching down to pick up his cap off of the ground and pulling the brim of it down over his eyes with embarrassment. “Th… Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you to say.”

Rose smiled at him, and patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome… Now! How would you feel about getting to ride old Cerys out of here?”

“REALLY?!” Leon shouted with excitement. “You really mean it?!” 

“Of course I do,” Rose laughed, helping the boy step onto her trunk so that she could lift him onto her back. “Let’s go put your poor mother and father’s hearts at ease. Come, Cerys, this way!”

-- A few days later --

“Lee!” his mother shouted from downstairs.

Leon blinked, pausing his game of Tetris, and looking up from his screen. “Yeah, Mum? What is it?” he called.

“Did you order something off the telly without telling us about it?”

“No???” he called back.

“Well, there’s a package here from Macro Cosmos here with your name on it!”

His eyes widened as he tossed his controller aside and raced downstairs as fast as his legs could take him. “Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see!!!” he squealed.

“Hold on,” she chastised, using a kitchen knife to open it. “... What on earth?” 

Inside, there was a portable incubator with detailed instructions and in egg inside. It also came with an ultra ball housed inside of the incubator and a trainer starter kit of Pokeballs, potions, various status healing tonics, and a blank League Card for Leon to one day print his photo on. There was also a letter on it, autographed by Chairman Rose himself.

Leon,

Sorry it took me so long to reach out to you. When your mother told me your favorite Pokemon, I knew I had quite a project on my hands! So I got in contact with some breeder friends, and we managed to get you your very own Charmander egg! Congratulations! We even managed to imbue it with a prototype technology that we’re coming out with in the next few years. 

This particular breed comes from a long, proud line that has rescued people in mountainous areas during blizzards and avalanches for centuries. Its excellent sense of direction will ensure that no matter where you are, as long as you have your partner by your side, you’ll be able to find your way back. I’m sure it will be a very loyal and helpful friend.

I know that you still have a few more years before you’re eligible to begin your Gym Challenge proper, but it’s never too early to begin your journey as a Pokemon Trainer. The other sheet of paper that’s attached is my official endorsement for you once you have your tenth birthday. Good luck, and I’m rooting for you.

Chairman Dhimani Rose Macro Cosmos Corp. CEO

[dirtyrainbowstories]

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It’s that time of the month again, for another instalment of the ongoing saga of a beleagered maid Terezi and her disgusting diaper8itch of an employer Vriska.

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Terezi could not believe what she was looking at, her jaw hung open in complete awe. She had never in her life met someone so vile or disgusting, someone who was able to just shit themselves and hardly notice. Someone who was able to shit THAT MUCH. She was completely disgusted and unsure of what to do about it. The smell was frying her brain, and seeing that huge, brown tinted diaper and know it was just packed full of Vriska's nasty shit made her stomach churn.

"Oh no. No no no no no no no no! I am not, I'm not touching you or that freakishly full diaper. I'm not doing it. I am not changing a grown woman's diaper after you shit yourself in your sleep!" Terezi shouted, feeling fed up with how everything had been going so far today.

Vriska shrugged. "That's fine, you can do whatever you want," she said. "Just know that, if you don't do this, you won't get paid. Diaper changing was part of your contract, so if you refuse, our agreement is void."

Vriska obviously wasn't going to change her own diaper, so unless Terezi stepped up, she would continue filling the house with her putrid stench. Then again, Terezi could just leave the house entirely, running for the hills and away from the freakish woman. But if she did, all the time she spent feeding the horrific slob would've been wasted. The tips were a lot of money, sure, but they were nothing compared to the payment she was supposed to receive at the end.

Vriska's response completely shattered Terezi's anger. The disgust of the situation had made her all but forget that she was doing all of this because she was desperate for cash. The tips were a lot by her standards but not nearly enough. Just the thought of all that money she's already worked so hard to make disappearing now, when she was so close to the end of her work day... Her resolve returned to her, and she looked back to Vriska and her impossibly full diaper. A grotesque image with an even worse smell but... Terezi really was desperate.

"... F-Fine... Sorry ma'am. I'll uh, get right to changing your..." Terezi nearly gagged. "Messy diaper." Terezi took another few steps forward. She knew how to change diapers on kids, sure, but not so much on fully grown adults. Of course, the fact that Vriska's shit was so unimaginably large made it even more daunting of a task. Soon Terezi was near enough to Vriska to reach the diaper straps, although she was forced to stand with her knees touching the huge smelly diaper. The warmth of it all especially disgusted her. "Okay so... Uh... Should I just do it here?"

"Are you stupid or something?" Vriska said bitterly. "Take it upstairs. There's a diaper pail in the bathroom." She gestured vaguely in the direction of the upstairs bathroom. Her instructions were useless, but it would be easy enough to find on its own. If that diaper pail still had some of the mess from Vriska's previous diaper in it, Terezi could probably locate it through smell alone.

For once, Vriska made things a bit easier on Terezi, shopfitting around, and spreading her legs to make her shit-swollen diaper a bit easier to remove. Her helpfulness was short-lived, however, as a pungent fart ripped its way from between her ass cheeks, stinging poor Terezi directly in her nose.

Terezi stood idly for the moment, before flinching a little at Vriska's bitter response. The disrespect was just another drop in the bucket at this point, and honestly nothing compared to the humiliation of what she was about to do anyway. Terezi could only imagine the horror of the bathroom she had already been intentionally avoiding. Not to mention the existence of a diaper pail only confirmed that this was a regular occurrence. That made Terezi's heart sink more as Vriska shifted around a bit to make things easier. Of course, the disgusting sound of Vriska's shit moving around in the over packed diaper only served to sicken her more.

Reluctantly, Terezi bent down and reached toward the diaper straps to begin removing it, only to be met with a gust of foul wind being filtered through literal pounds of shit and into Terezi's face. She did her best not to gag, but Vriska could probably see it. With shaking hands Terezi reached the straps and quickly got to work removing them. She could feel the heat radiating from the pounds and pounds of fresh shit, it just made her want to work even faster at this to get it over with.

She manages to get the straps removed, and starts to pull away the diaper, regretting the action as it releases the smell completely. She pauses, holding her breath. "Okay uh, I'm gonna take this off... Do you have like wipes, I need to..." She nearly gags "Wipe you now, right?"

"The changing supplies are in the bathroom, in a drawer next to the diaper pail," Vriska said. There was a snippiness to her tone, as though it was unreasonable that Terezi didn't know how to do this already. With how memorable, or perhaps traumatizing this experience was, Terezi would almost certainly remember it the next time.

The closest thing Vriska's diaper could be compared to was a bag of manure. It was similar in size and weight, although unlike manure, it was fresh, meaning that it was uncomfortably warm too, and the smell was somehow much, much worse.

Vriska pushed her hips upwards, to keep the mess clinging to her ass from rubbing off onto the couch.

"What are you waiting for, go?" she commanded indignantly.

Terezi carefully removed Vriska's shit stuffed diaper, being surgically careful to make sure not to spill any of the heaping pile of shit onto the couch or floor. With both hands needed to even move the heavy mass of diaper, Terezi had no way of covering her nose or otherwise sparing herself the traumatic experience of smelling Vriska's fresh, steaming shit. No broken public bathroom or drive past a farm could ever compare to the raw stench of Vriska's shit. The smell was just as impressive as the ungodly amount she had produced... Well they would be impressive if Terezi wasn't disgusted beyond words.

Working quickly Terezi used the straps to seal shut the open end of the diaper, only partially stopping the overpowering stench from leaking out. As Vriska both instructed and reprimanded Terezi, the poor maid got a feel for just how truly massive this shit must have been. The comparison to a bag of manure was being quite generous to how much your average herd of cows could shit. Vriska's steaming dump easily put them to shame. It took a great amount of Terezi's strength to move the horrid sack of feces. And Terezi was by no means a scrawny woman. She grew up playing soft ball and volley ball in school, so the fact that she was struggling was telling of just how bad things were for her.

"Yes ma'am, I'll be... Hnnng! Right back with the wipes..." She struggled, doing her best to haul the crinkling bag of mud. She lifted it just enough to carry, not wanting to drag it and risk cleaning up a rip or puncture. The horrid stench and warm mushy feeling against her arms and body sent a shiver down her spine as she went as quickly as she could towards the stairs and then the bathroom.

Luckily, being as sort of strong as she was, Terezi was able to (slowly) haul the diaper up the stairs, albeit with a few second long breaks to keep her balance. As she got more and more acquainted with the smell and warmth of the diaper, Terezi could almost swear the damn thing weighed almost as much as Vriska must have.

As she neared the bathroom, a place she had very intentionally avoided, a similar smell reached her, one that was definitely Vriska's shit, but not the shit she was currently carrying like the world's worst bean bag chair. She used her foot to kick open the door to the bathroom, woefully unprepared for the horrors she would meet inside.

Vriska's bathroom was, predictably, a complete horror show. Even Terezi's worst nightmares weren't sufficient to prepare her for what she was about to see, however. The room was absolutely packed with Vriska's used diapers, from floor to ceiling, save for a narrow pathway leading from the bathroom entrance to the sink. There was no toilet, of course, why would there be? Its exclusion meant that there would be even more room for Vriska's discarded nappies.

They were all obscenely full, although none seemed to be quite as large as the one Terezi was carrying. The enormous meal Terezi had prepared for her must've been exceptional, although Vriska did doubtlessly consume more food than the average person on a regular basis.

Some of the diapers were relatively fresh, but most seemed old, the shit within them having dried up and crusted over long ago. The smell, of course, was obscene, a mixture of distinct but equally foul diaper stenches all mixed into one unbearable wave of stink that permeated through the entire room. The heat radiating from Vriska's preserved messes meant that the bathroom was as hot as a sauna too.

At the end of the room, beside the sink, was the diaper pail Vriska had mentioned. It was stuffed beyond bursting with five or so of Vriska's diapers-after it ran out of room, Vriska opted to discard her diapers in the rest of the bathroom's space instead.

The question remained: did Vriska ever actually discard her diapers, or did this room contain every nappy she had ever used in one place. Were there other rooms packed completely with diapers, or was this the only one. And if Vriska did plan on emptying this room out and throwing her old diapers in the dumpster, would Terezi be the one responsible for doing it?

Terezi stopped dead in her tracks as the door swung open, stopping short as it was no doubt blocked by the pile of Vriska's diaper collection. This... Was way worse than she was expecting. It looked like a landfill, it smelled WORSE than a landfill. The air was so hot and thick with the potent smell of fermenting shit that Terezi quite literally threw up in her mouth. This room was like the estuary of the foulest, rankest, most rancid shit smell Terezi had ever been forced to brave. It was inhuman! Impossible to smell this bad... Or at least Terezi had thought until now.

She swallowed her bike and braved on, carrying the diaper inside and making sure to stick to the small path. On each side of her she could see a towering wall of putrid shit packed diapers, each looking like a horse had used them for a week straight. It was an abysmal experience for her, but somehow Terezi found the strength to go on. She approached the diaper pail and hoisted the newest, largest diaper up onto it, practically burying it as the brown stained nappy began to sag disgustingly. The heat it added to the room was easily felt.

Moving as quickly as she physically could, Terezi searched and rummaged about, finding the changing supplies in the sink cupboard. Baby wipes, a fresh adult diaper, and even some baby powder (Needed or not, Terezi didn't want to risk having to return to get it.)

With the needed items in hand Terezi all but ran out of the room, closing the door behind her to attempt to seal away the evil scent inside. She moved down the hall and then the stairs, reentering the front room. "Okay I'm back! I got the stuff, I can change you…"

"Mhm, get to it," Vriska said, pointing down towards her own filth-caked rear. A diaper dump of that size was bound to leave some residue behind, so Vriska's hindquarters were absolutely covered in clinging, dark brown filth. It still stunk, of course, but not nearly as bad as the load that Terezi had just finished disposing of. Most of the smell in the room was just the remnants from her initial diaper dump.

Vriska didn't bother explaining the process of a diaper change to Terezi-she said she knew how to, and the process was no different with an adult than with a child. A bit grosser, sure, but nearly identical in most other ways.

Vriska kept her hindquarters raised, to make the changing process easier for Terezi. For the first time today, she did something to help her maid rather than inconvenience or repulse her. Terezi would be a fool to assume that this was the start of some pattern, though.

Somehow she was looking forward to this even less than hauling the diaper away. Sure, hauling the diaper was a far more tiresome and foul smelling task, and Terezi would much rather never enter Vriska's bathroom ever again, but something about wiping a grown woman's ass was kind of humiliating. Well, more humiliating. Though to be honest Terezi had been humiliated over and over since she got here so why stop now?

At least this would be easier. Terezi moved over to where Vriska was sitting and got down on her knees so she was (unfortunately) face to face with her employer's shitty ass. Despite how much crap had been stuffed into that diaper Terezi was still sort of flabbergasted at just how filthy Vriska was. The smell was still present but it had dissipated, and besides it would take nothing short of a freshly filled diaper to compare to what she had endured so far.

Quickly she got to work with the wipes, thoroughly wiping away the disgusting muck and making sure to get Vriska nice and clean. It was humiliating, yes, but at least once she got done Vriska would probably smell kind of okay. Once she'd made sure to get Vriska nice and clean Terezi applied a liberal amount of the powder, and then got the fresh new nappy strapped on her. It was definitely weird doing this to a grown woman, but Terezi could handle. "There we go, ma'am... Feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I feel fine," Vriska said. It would've never occurred to her that her huge diaper messes could be interpreted as a sign of distress. Being able to gorge herself like that was an incredible, downright superhuman feat. Terezi should've been impressed!

Vriska slapped her hand against the fresh, clean diaper, sending a puff of powder into the air. "You're pretty good at this," Vriska said, shoving her hand into one of the couch cushions, and pulling out a wad of crumpled 10s and 20s. "Here, take this for doing such a good job."

As humiliating and downright disgusting as this evening was turning out to be, at least Terezi was making a pretty impressive profit. Not only could Vriska shit enough to put an elephant to shame, but she had money to burn too. She was quite the enigmatic woman, it seemed!

Terezi took the money without question, thumbing through the bills and counting them. All things considered it almost felt worth it now that she was actually holding the money in hand. She felt crazy for having that line of thought but there were probably way worse jobs out there that paid less than this... Terezi just shook her head and crammed the money into her pocket.

"Well, I'm happy I was able to... Uh, fulfill your desires?" Terezi kind of shrugged, now sure how to proceed with their professional relationship now that she had just wiped a practical bucketload of shit off of Vriska's ass. It was also only now that Terezi realized how tired she was feeling. She checked her watch and noticed that it was beginning to get rather late.

She fidgeted in place a bit and sighed. "Well, ma'am... It's getting kinda late. Unless there's anything else you need would it be fine to call it for today?" She asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. She definitely felt the need for a long hot bath at her apartment.

Vriska was given a moment of pause. She was having such a great time, she hadn't imagined that it'd end so soon. Luckily, the fun didn't have to stop until Vriska's wallet was empty, meaning that this could carry on for as long as she wanted it to.

"Sure, you could leave now..." Vriska said. Her fresh, crisp diaper bulged visibly between her legs. It was amazing that she could still maintain an aura of authority while wearing it.

"But I'll give you a huuuuuuuuge bonus if you stay. I have a guest bedroom and bathroom too, so you won't need to deal with my dirty diapers every time you get up to pee," Vriska said with a somewhat worrying wink. "I bet you really want to take a shower after all that too/"

Terezi was definitely hoping that Vriska would okay her dismissal. Vriska's reply made her tilt her head however. Definitely not what she was expecting. Terezi figured Vriska may have one last request or task, but asking Terezi to spend the night was definitely not something she expected. Of course, the idea of getting a bonus was appealing, and it wasn't like Terezi had any pets or plants to water at home.

"Uh... Hmm..." Terezi thought for a moment. The offer was appealing, especially since it saved her a 30 minute cab ride. Plus she had done all the cleaning here herself, so she knew that the place wasn't a pig sty. And if there was a guest bathroom that wasn't a valley of shit stuffed diapers, well then Terezi could suck it up long enough to get paid.

"Uh, yeah sure. I mean, yes ma'am. I'd be okay to stay overnight if that's what you want. Hey, I could even make breakfast for you in the morning!" Terezi hummed, trying to do a little sucking up to stay in good graces. She was really dying for a shower, though.

Vriska smiled. "I'd like that quite a bit," she said. "The guest bedroom is just down the hall, and the bathroom is right across from it," Vriska said, pointing across the adjacent hallway.

She let out a yawn, that turned into a hiccupy belch. Fortunately, it wasn't strong enough to reach where Terezi was standing. "I should really get some rest," she said. "It's been a long day, and I'll need a lot of energy for all the fun we're going to have tomorrow.

And with that slightly foreboding statement, Vriska trudged her way up stairs. Each step emitted a crinkle from the extra thick diaper between her legs. Terezi could hear the sound of bed springs creaking, as Vriska threw her body onto her mattress.

Terezi watched as Vriska went, suddenly feeling like maybe spending the night wasn't such a good idea. Then again... Maybe Vriska was just lonely? It had to be hard making friends whenever you routinely crapped in diapers. At least that's what Terezi figured. Either way, once Vriska was out of sight, Terezi made her way to the guest bathroom. She was relieved to find that it was nowhere near the horrors of the other bathroom, and had all the amenities. Before hopping into the shower, Terezi through her made outfit into the washing machine for tomorrow, opting to sleep in just her underwear and bra tonight.

After that she was quick to get a shower, making it extra long and extra hot. Once she was finished she found herself feeling refreshed and drowsy. She went to check on her outfit, moving it from the washer to the dryer and setting it to cycle. It would be fresh and dry in the morning, so that was pleasant at least.

With all that done, Terezi tiredly trudged her way to the guest bedroom, which she found to be bigger and nicer than her own bedroom at home. She didn't waste much time crawling into the big soft bed, and before she knew it she was finding herself nodding off. Soon she was asleep, resting blissfully unaware of what Vriska held in store for her tomorrow...

[anonplusultra-blog]

Faux Sèrum

<Hey Elsa, still wake :s|

|Yeah, what up Anna?>

<Just wanted to remind you that you can text me if you feeling| lonely or idk anythin                                                                   |

|Don't worry love, we'll talk at lunch. See ya tmrr babe>

<uh?. kay G'night babe?|

Well she did sounded happier than our emotional lunch a couple days ago. But 'babe', I didn't think Elsa was the type of girl that would call her friends babe, she is usually more reserved and formal, even when addressing me, her own sister.

My phone clock said it was fifteen past one, I really hope she gets some sleep, she already missed Literature yesterday because she over slept.

My eyes were almost giving up the fight, my breath became slower and I was finding the sweet spot laying on my side... until my eyes connected with pale green bright ones across my bed. "Aah! Oh, its just- I'm sorry Rory, but your eyes were like ghostly for a sec. Uh did my phone wake you up?"

"Not really, I was thinking about a story I read this afternoon online, it was about these two brothers that had a legal dispute over the rights to an App that got very popular lately. And then I was thinking about you and Elizabeth, as a complete opposite to their relationship" Is she...who's Elizabeth? "You and your sister seem to be really close. I'm an only child so I guess always wanted a sister. I mean Malena... my step mom is like an older sister to me, almost. She is turning thirty two this month and I'm nineteen, but to be honest she looks younger"

"Wait, you're older than me... how?, you look like thirteen. Are you sure you're not like a fairy or one of those kids from Peter Pan's stories?" I really thought she was some sort of genius thirteen year old that got here for her brains. And she is so cute! "You are adorable"

"Should I take that as a compliment" aw, is she blushing? Wait-wait a second. Am I, am I flirting with Rory? Sure, she is mysterious and a cutie but. Oh, I think I'm flirting with her. It wouldn't be the first time, and we're not in high school anymore, this won't be one of those hey let's be lez and make out for funsies, we are adults now, we could be girlf-partn-we might be serious about it. Take it slow, she might not be into girls, there are still straight girls... probably out there in the world. And even if they feel attracted to other girls it might not be serious.

"Hum, yeah. Totally babe" real smooth you dumb dumb "I mean its totally late" saved! "Yaaaaawn~, goodnight Rory".

I couldn't keep eye contact with her after that and pretended to be sleeping by facing to the wall and hugging my pillow tight. I wonder what was keeping Elsa up this late, and well I have to tell her about Rory and I'm sure she will support me, and maybe she will finally come out of the closet.

Elsa has never had a boyfriend... or a girlfriend either, but I know she is not asexual. I once saw her laptop's browser history, her searches where mostly about something called first time videos, no boys in those videos for what I watched.

She didn't have a date for prom, instead she asked me to be her date which was very sweet but it was when Hans and I were dating. That did not end well, Elsa went back into a depression which I could help her overcome, I had to, it was my fault after all. Hans wasn't even worth it, he just wanted to fulfill some sexual fantasy. Asshole. I regret dating him, Elsa was right about him all along.

Ugh, why is sleeping so hard now! Every time I try to stop thinking and sleep, I start thinking about Elsa or Rory, or both. I guess I can't wait 'till tomorrow, I'll send Elsa a text. No! I can't wake her up just for that!

Even if I get any sleep, tomorrow is going to be a hard day...

And indeed it was. I was so distracted by the sleep deprivation that during volley classes I broke my 'ball to the face' record. Although one of them was because I thought seeing Elsa, guess I got hit in the head a lot that day. The last time Elsa came to one of my games or practices was back in high school. Her excuse for not coming to see me was that our uniforms were too revealing and uncomfortable to wear and some weird feminist term I can't quite recall. I never told her that I helped designing the Arendelle's Amazons team uniform.

ooo

Today was a hard day. All thru the night I had to fight the urge to comply to mirror's Anna requests. Since two days ago, when I decided to own the wrong feelings towards my sister, and accepted her fictional kisses and roaming hands, Anna has gotten bolder and is firmly determined to go where no other has ever been.

She wants us to do something so despicable... yet I know she only wants it because, I, because I want her too. But we can't. I had complied and let her touch me lustfully from head to toe. I have felt her hands massage, squeeze and pinch into the soft flesh of my breasts, her lips and saliva seducing my neck, my fingers, my nipples, my nose and my lips. I let her feel all of me... except for my sex. There is where I've drawn a line. Its ridiculous and even I find it a nuisance, but once we cross that invisible line, we could no longer be who we are now. We would no longer be human, we would be no better than animals. How could I do that to her if I love her, strip her away from her humanity, making her but a lust beast.

The only way I have managed to stop her from advancing any further is exercise. I have done about a hundred squats or even more, maybe the sore muscles are enough punishment in her eyes or she ends up as tired as I am by the end of the day. Mirror Anna had the idea of visiting the real Anna's volley practice this morning, and she did, she even took some photos of Anna. I still don't get why an athlete has to wear those tiny shorts to play volley. Which is the same reason I'm doing squats five minutes before Anna comes to my dorm with pizza slices and probably looking... I need more squats.

Knock-Knock. The sound from the lower part of the door, Anna was kicking the wood, her hands must be occupied with the pizza. I'm sitting on the floor, sweating and sore, my muscles inflamed and my mind... pure. I force my self up, a grunt escaping my throat. "I'm coming, Anna, just a second" every step a needle of quick pain thru my legs. I take a deep breath and turn the knob opening the door and inviting Anna in.

"Pizza is here!" said my sister cheerful as ever.

She indeed had a nine inch plain white box, a can of coca~cola for us to share and a pair of straws. And then I had to look at her, her beautiful face holding an honest warm smile my face can't avoid replicating. I take the box from her and place it on the desk going around my bed, Anna tilts her head to right showing confusion. She kicks her shoes off and walks thru the bed setting down the coke on the desk and sitting down on my bed.

She looks at me joyfully and pats the spot to her left presenting it for me to sit by her side. I can't help but smiling and feeling a blush crawl under my cheeks. I took of my sneakers and took a step forwards when Anna extended her hand in front of her signaling me to stop. "Are those new pants?" her chocolate eyebrows knitted together.

"N-No, m-m-mom gave th-these yoga pan-nts t-t-to me last christ-t-tmas" I was stuttering so much, why?

"Are you sure, you look different. Twirl for me, babe." B-babe?! Where did that came from? Do I really look strange? But, as per usual, I did as Anna requested. "No no. Slower" And I did it again, slower this time.

"S-s-ssee, the same old p-p-pa-ants." her face was thoughtful and intense. And her next words were, acute to say the least.

"Your ass got bigger. But bigger good, you know, not fat or immense. Just fuller, um, how can I... your butt looks good in those pants" We were both blushing red and hot like a flame. And a awkward silence set in for a few seconds longer than I would like it to be.

"I-I-I squats...an-d-d-d thank y-y-you An-Anna" she bursted in a laughter and I followed. She fell on her back as she tried to recover from our cackling up.

I sat down next to her still chuckling a bit. Her skirt had risen a couple of inches up and her thighs were at full display, but what my eyes were seeking for was barely peeking into my sight, her green- No! stop it. Pizza night, and that's it. Behave like a sentient being Elsa, focus. I looked away from her and my eyes met the mirror across the dorm. And I saw myself kissing Anna, like I would kiss the other Anna. Shook my head to make sure it was nothing more than a mere mesmerism. It was.

Anna sit up and wipe some tears the laughing had brought to her eyes. "We are such dorks. Oh, that made me so hungry. Let's eat before the pizza gets cold and our can of soda gets warm" if only she knew how hard this visit has been to me.

We ate the pepperoni and cajun style spiced slices of pizza, and clean the fatty oily sensation drinking the can of soda with two straws, one for each, although, I worry I might have sipped from Anna's a few times both being identical white plastic same lengthened generic straws. This night was the best I had in a long time, but it was fated to die.

All the fun, our pleasant chat, all would end with Anna going back to her own dorm.

Anna got up and stretched until her back pop the air off her spine joints and mewl with satisfaction. She put on her shoes back and took a last look at the mirror to check her makeup. "My dorm doesn't have a mirror"

"Please stay! Jus-Just-t-t for the night, please, An-Anna."

She turned to me with a disappointing look, I knew what her answer was going to be "I can't stay Elsa, I'm sorry. but, I have Volley courses tomorrow early in the morning".

It hurt. Having her just for a moment every day, when I deserved to have her by my side. I felt anger, sadness, yearning all bottled up in my chest ready to burst. "I-I don't care ab-bout your stupid volley. Y-you only play it because of the slut uniforms they wear..." hot tears ran thru my face as I collapsed to my knees. Why was I pushing her away? Why couldn't I just... accept it, that there is no Anna and Elsa, not in the way my mind has made it to be lately.

But then warmth wrapped my body, Anna was holding me, on her knees, crying. I don't deserve her. "I know how much it hurts Elsa, and believe me, it hurts me too. And calling me a slut or whore or a cunt, will not work on me, you can't hurt me, because you love me more than anyone will ever love me, and we know that".

I don't deserve her.

My tears kept rolling down my cheeks, like healing rain, cleansing the pressure off my chest. My eyes seek hers, I swallow hard and cease breathing, my lips draughting a kiss that Anna with no hesitation participates in. Chaste, nothing but a peck for her, but to me... it was a promise. A promise to Anna, 'I will try'.

Anna still loves to break mom's rule. I know that, as chaste as our kisses are, siblings our age don't kiss each other on the lips, but we are not just siblings, not just sisters... we are special. And I think she missed this too. Not in the same way I do, but it still makes me feel a little better.

"There, better now sweetie?" I was, so I nodded "Uhm, so, my roommate Rory, well..." she was scratching the back of her neck and her eyes leaving mine "she told me about this social worker that can help... us, with, well you know like therapy. We could go tomorrow... if you want of course."

"M-m-maybe it would hel-p. Th-th-thanks, An-nn-na, for being here for me" she fought tears creeping in her eyes and helped me get up.

We said goodnight, and she left. I closed the door and there in front of me was Anna in the mirror sitting on the bed and pretending to be weary.

"Finally, she left. I really thought for a moment there that she would ruin our night. And... tonight will be the night, right babe?"

I did not responded. But instead, I undressed and hid myself under the red wig.

I did not want to fight myself no more.

Tonight was going to be the night.

Tonight, I would stop being a human...