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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 4: Dream Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 5 - Acceptance – LittleFallenPrincess “Hello?” “Hellooooo?” I kept calling out in this vast void, but I got no response. I was surrounded by complete darkness, and I wondered if I had somehow ended up in Hell once again, back where they put Vic when she was sent down. But this was different, despite no light, despite no sounds… there was a warmth, unlike the room I found Vic in all that time ago. I could see my body, which was weird, because there was no source of light, it was like I had global illumination on, and just for my body. Looking around, there was nothing. No Mum, no lights… no door. That last one worried me the most, because how am I supposed to get out of here? Even if I fly… where do I fly to? It’s just darkness all around me and I don’t think it ends. But it was at that moment that I noticed in the corner of my eye a small sliver of light shining through a tiny crack in the space of whatever reality this was… and I knew this was my chance. And as I got closer, the more it seemed to resemble an invisible door… My toes hit the sand. I hate sand, but for once I welcomed it. It actually felt good, the warm sand between my toes. But wait… I was wearing shoes… I quickly examined myself before my surroundings, and found myself in my normal demon body, but I was no longer in my normal outfit. No, I was no longer padded or anything, I was in a really hot two piece swimsuit, one that even had a hole for my tail. “Daaaaaamn…” I said out loud, admiring how good I looked in this. Maybe I should pressure Vic to take us somewhere nice and hot, maybe a nice beach resort or a cruise or something… “Is someone there?” a familiar voice called out… and I knew exactly who it was. It didn’t matter that it had been literal millenia since I last heard it… that voice warmed my heart and made me so fuckin happy just hearing it. “MUM?” I cried out, looking up at the vast beach I was now on. It looked like any other beach resort, with the orange sky creating a perfect vista. A completely empty beach, in the middle of nowhere, the waves gently coming up the beach, the sound of the ocean creating one of the most relaxing things I had ever experienced. And that’s when I saw Mum. Laying on a sun lounger on the beach, in a white bikini, her gorgeous long blonde hair being pinned back by her sunglasses… she looked just as radiant as the last time I saw her. “Nia? Is that you, darling?” “YES!” I yelled, excitedly. “Well I’m glad you finally came to visit me. Come over, let me get a good look at you!” she shouted back, though not as excitedly as me. She is an adult after all. And don’t let Vic ever know I just thought that, she’d never let me live it down. As quickly as I could, I ran across the beach, heading over to the lounger, feeling happier than I had felt in a long time… But as I neared, my Mum’s smile turned around as she got a proper look at me. “Nia… What is going on with you? Why do you look like that?” she said, in the same way Vic does when she’s questioning my choices, like any parent or caregiver does when you’re acting out or doing something stupid. “What do you mean?” I replied, sounding rather offended. “This… form you’ve taken. Why are you red? What’s with the horns and the tail?” she asked, examining me closely, even dropping her sunglasses to get a proper look at me, as I stood just a few feet away from her. This… rejection… hurt more than anything. What’s wrong with me? I’m just my normal self? Why is she looking at me in disgust? “It’s… my normal form? You know… demon and all that?” “When did this happen?” Wait… is she serious? “You know… the fall?” I shrugged. “Oh you mean your sister’s little tantrum?” “I mean… we waged a whole angelic war… but if you want to call it a tantrum, sure…” “So how did that disagreement with your father end up with you looking like… this?” It was at that moment I could hear the cogs turning in her head. “Wait…” she paused for a second, “he never…” she growled. “When we lost, Dad cursed us.” I could tell Mum was furious, because she sat up, reached out, and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. “Just how long have I been here?” “How long ago was Lucifer’s little rebellion, Nia? Here, sit down. Watch your… tail.” I sat down next to Mum, and wondered just how long she had been here, and how she had gotten here. “Millenia ago,” I replied, once I was comfortable next to her. Mum’s face dropped. “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously.” “What happened when you ‘fell’ as you put it?” “Dad cursed us all. All those that disobeyed him anyway. Lucifer got black wings and was forced to rule Hell. Everyone who sided with her got turned into demons, like me. We had our memories wiped and we were forced to torture the souls of the damned for the rest of eternity. Which was just more of a punishment on Luci, as she was the only one to remember who we once were, and she couldn’t tell us without erasing our memories again.” I could tell Mum was ready to burst, because her normal cool and calm demeanour was slowly cracking. I’m just glad that it wasn’t going to be aimed at me. Sucks to be Dad. “So how do you remember me if your memories got wiped?” she asked. “Apparently any time we were told of our original form or lives, our memories were wiped again, just to punish Lucifer even more. She couldn’t tell any of us who we really were. I’m the only one who has regained her memories without losing them again.” “Yes but how did you manage that? Did your father forgive you?” Mum asked, putting her hand on my leg in a reassuring way. “Ha! As if that will ever happen. He’ll burn the world before he apologises to us. No, I… fell in love.” “You fell in love?” “With a human too! Apparently that was the thing that broke the curse… kind of.” “Well I have a million questions about this ‘love’ business of yours, but for now… what do you mean by ‘kind of’?” “So most of my memories returned, though my demon form is still here… but then I kinda got my wings back… kinda… and my glamoured appearance has changed into one that looks more like my old angelic self. That’s why I’m here… to see if you had any information regarding my wings… but by the look on your face, you have zero idea what’s going on.” “Right, before I scream and go all ‘protective mother’, I want the biggest hug from you, my little angel.” Well of course I wasn’t going to say no. I had been wanting this for the longest time, even if I hadn’t known it at the time. So I lunged over and wrapped my arms around my Mum, squeezing her tightly as she did the same thing to me, kissing me on the top of my head like she used to. “I promise I’ll fix all this, my darling daughter. I promise. And I am going to have some extremely stern words for your father…” “You mean you’re going to kick his arse?” I replied, my words slightly muffled by the hug. “Language… but yes.” “How did you end up here?” “Now that’s a long story…” “It was just as your sister’s little tantrum was kicking off. She was arguing with your father, telling him she’ll rebel, that she’ll recruit others, and that she’ll burn Heaven down, you know… her usual threats. She’d never do the last threat, your sister is too good. But it sounded like she was serious about her rebellion. So of course, I had a word with your father. I figured we could come to some arrangement, make your father give you angels a little more freedom, and give the humans who were eventually going to worship us some less strict rules. And at first he seemed to take my suggestions into consideration…” “I sense a but coming…” I replied, knowing where this was going. Or at least… a basic idea. “You sense correctly. Because all I remember after talking with your father, was going laying down for a bit of a nap…” “...and?” “...and here you are.” “Wait. You’ve been asleep for literal millenia? You missed the whole rebellion, Dad becoming one of the biggest deities in the world, and the decline of all the ancient civilisations?” I said, my mouth open in shock. Though… I couldn’t resist. “Do you at least feel refreshed? Or do you need to nap for a few centuries more?” She didn’t roll her eyes at me like most of my friends do at my sass and my bad jokes, she didn’t sigh like Vic does occasionally… Mum just smiled at me. “I missed that about you. I’m glad that despite whatever cruel punishment your father put you through… you’re still my little girl.” Now obviously I’m not going to tell her I’m also someone else’s little girl… my Mum doesn’t need to know that about me. At least my padding didn’t make its way into this weird dream realm. “So you’ve been here for many many many many thousands of years. How do we get you out? And more importantly… How did this happen?” “Clearly your father’s doing. I knew he was crafty… but this was taking it too far. Clearly he wanted to punish you all and make you fall in line, but with me around he couldn’t. He knew I’d stand up for you. So he must have put me under some kind of sleep spell. I have to ask… where is my body right now? Where are we in the real world?” “The Sanctuary.” “And what’s that?” “A… hotel of sorts. It’s a safe haven for all manners of monstrum.” “Monstrum? What are they?” “We are monstrum. You know… anything supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, gods, angels, demons, and so on…” “Oh… that’s a cute name. I like it. So do you live at the Sanctuary? Have the humans forced you out of their society?” “No, I live with my fiancée, Victoria, in a manor in the country. And the humans don’t really know about us. They have their stories, but they think we’re all mythological creatures. Except gods of course, they still believe in them, though maybe not the ones you were used to back in the day.” “Fiancee? Wait, are you to be married?” Of course she picked up on that rather than all this important history. “...Yes Mum… Sorry. I would’ve sent you an RSVP for the wedding but I didn’t even know you were in the Sanctuary, let alone know how to send an invite to a dream realm. Even Beth, my friend, didn’t know you were here and she owns the damn thing!” “So how did you find my body if you didn’t know I was here?” “Michael.” “Ah yes. He’s been checking on me recently, popping into this dream, keeping me company.” “Mum, how long has Michael been visiting? Because I swear… if he’s known you were here the whole time… I’m sorry Mum, but you’re going to have one less kid.” “It’s not been long. I think he found me a little while ago. But then time works so weird here. I thought I was just popping my head down for a couple of months or so. Which is why I wasn’t weirded out when he popped into my dream.” “Okay… so just a little maiming for him then. I can do that…” “Leave your brother alone, Nia. Though I do have to have a stern word with him too about not telling me everything that has been going on with your father…” “That I need to see… but first, how do we get you out of this dream? And I guess… How do I get out too? Am I stuck here? I guess if Michael has visited and left… there must be a way for me to leave, right?” “Yes, there’s a door over on the other end of the beach, you can get out there. But I fear it won’t let me through if this is your father’s work.” “How do we get you out then?” She moved her hands to mine, gripping them tightly, squeezing them and smiling at me. “Don’t worry about me, my wonderful girl. I’ll get out of this, it’ll just take me a little while to learn the intricacies of the magic your father used. He never was one for refined magic, often resorting to brute force. But it does mean I won’t be able to get out and help you right now. But at least now that I know I’ve been stuck here, and for a long time, I can get out as soon as possible. The important question is… why do you need to know about your wing situation? I would’ve just thought you were transforming back into an angel after your father’s curse wore off.” “Yeah but…” Right. Do I answer honestly? Do I ask the question that I’ve had in the back of my mind, the one I’ve been avoiding at all costs because I know that once it’s out… there is no putting it back in and pretending it doesn’t exist? Or do I just accept all of this and hope for the best? “But?” “I mean… there’s this spell… it has these ingredients… and one is the-” I replied, figuring out it's easier just telling her that than the question I’ve been avoiding so much. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes, slouching her shoulders… cutting me off instantly. Clearly she already knows about it. “Let me guess, the feather of a fallen angel? Of course that spell comes back to bite us in the backside… Please don’t tell me one of my children has procreated too?” “You know about the spell? Also… yeah, Michael is a dad now. Has been for a while. His kid is missing too, probably taken by whoever is trying to complete the spell. My friend’s phoenix girlfriend has also gone missing, at least her body. Waters from the underworld. It’s looking like they have all, or nearly all the ingredients. The only thing left we assume they haven’t gotten yet is the fallen angel feather. And with me having wings now… there are two potential targets-” “You and Lucifer?” “Exactly.” “Well firstly, yes I know of the spell. Secondly… I knew it was a mistake to create it… but did the other gods listen to me? Noooo. I’m just your father’s wife. Let’s just ignore the fact that I was one of the ones who actually created the spell…” “You created it? When? How? And more importantly… Can you stop it?” ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Actually. A blockage will not cause urge incontinence. It will literally block you off and prevent you from being able to pee. And urge incontinence is characterized by a sudden and intense need to pee. It is severe pain that interferes with your ability to do anything, and is usually so painful it will double you over in pain. You do NOT want urge incontinence, and you do NOT want a stricture. I should know, I've had both. I've even had my bladder fill up past my highest fill level and back up into my kidneys because of it. Which then required an emergency surgery to implant a suprapubic catheter. Again, NOBODY wants urge incontinemce or a stricture. And again. What the OP is describing they want is reflex incontinence. Possible stress incontinence might work for them too. -
By wetdiaper55 · Posted
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
Working out the chapter order here is proving to be more work than I expected. But… there's a line of casual dialogue which is in MCK chapter 140 and TLNS chapter 141, so I know that I need to alternate between them in a pattern that makes those two land on consecutive days. Anyone suggest which chapter I can post on which day to make that happen? Yeah… it might take a while, though. I wonder if there's anyone else around them who already knows, and is waiting with bated breath to watch the ensuing drama. Spike? I don't think Spike's much of a swordsman. Oooh, a nice round 2400 words today 😛 (I always check before posting, because chapters under 2k make it a two-story-update day) 139. My Bargaining Chip I glanced around me nervously as I left the building. I knew there was no point being paranoid; there were technological solutions to track the location of my employee badge anyway, so there would be a computer somewhere that always knew exactly how long I actually spent in my office, and when I was elsewhere in the building. My job gave me an incredible amount of latitude, and the company was happy to let me work remotely or do personal stuff on the office computers whenever I wanted, so long as all my work was completed. But I still felt guilty when I left the office for something that wasn’t technically work-related. Even if I was meeting with someone I knew through work, who was technically employed by one of my clients. This was the third time I’d left the office to meet Tyler Walthamstone in the last two weeks. He seemed to have something of a talent for being called away, or not being where he had expected to be. I could only hope that this time I would actually be able to see the guy, and get this DVD off him. Somehow, telling myself that I was allowed to leave the office whenever I wanted didn’t settle my nerves. But looking around me and seeing that there was nobody there except one of the interns on the front desk was reassuring. They were people I didn’t need to work with directly unless I was giving them a bunch of papers to copy before a meeting or something, so they wouldn’t even question what I was doing. But Bracewell would. Just as I was walking towards the door, it slid open and my boss’s boss’s boss walked in. Or something like that; I didn’t know if she was actually in the chain of command, but she was in charge of the whole Upper Ashfields project; our person on the town council, as well as the head of the personnel department for all SYL staff on site. If there was anybody who could cause me trouble for shirking my duties, it was her. I didn’t want to talk to Bracewell. I didn’t want her to know where I was going. I certainly didn’t want to explain to her that a popular movie star thought I was blackmailing him. And whatever I thought about her policy of allowing staff to treat this place like a social club so long as their work was done, there were still a lot of things that I didn’t want her to know about me. Just from seeing her, my heart was racing. Everybody was scared of Bracewell, and running into her at the exact moment I was doing something I shouldn’t was cause for pure terror. I could only hope that she wasn’t here to talk to me, because if she was I knew that she’d see right through me. She was the kind of person who knew exactly what you were thinking, and always had to know everything that was going on around her. The kind of manager who would make sure everything was done right because she needed everything to be under her control, but also had the skills to make sure it was done right. She walked over to the reception desk and raised a hand to greet somebody. Not me, thankfully. She wasn’t talking to me. I tried to get my pulse to calm down, but it was a lot tougher than I had imagined it could be. Just having the big boss here was the stuff of nightmares, and I couldn’t shake the irrational fear that she would want to talk to me about something, or that she would have discovered the kind of stories that I’d been reading. I turned to see who she was actually talking to; hoping for any confirmation that it wasn’t somebody in my office, or that there was no way I would be drawn into whatever crisis had drawn the elder dragon out from her lair. I’ll admit that I was surprised when I saw who was coming through the door. Carter might spend a lot of time chatting with her friends online, but she also did all the work that was assigned to her without question. I couldn’t imagine her doing anything that would hurt the company enough to get Bracewell involved. Or could Carter have a problem with someone? Maybe she needed help because she was being bullied in the office, but I’d not seen any sign of that. And going straight to Bracewell wasn’t exactly the normal procedure. Couldn’t she have come to me first? I was functionally the office manager now, unless Jessop was on site. The Claughton contract had steamrollered most of our regular work, and my team had expanded to include everyone in sight. Could it be that Carter still didn’t trust me, or didn’t think I could deal with problems in my own office? I’d been about to leave, but now I knew I had to hang around a minute longer, and see if I could overhear anything that would set my mind at rest. If it involved someone on my team, I had to be interested. “Well, fancy seeing you here,” Carter said, and she didn’t seem nervous at all. She said it almost like she was joking, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Did she even know that this woman was our ultimate superior? “Hey Belle,” Bracewell answered, and I almost did a double-take when I heard her address one of the temps by her first name. But then I realised that she’d often called me by my first name as well; maybe as the boss she didn’t feel the need to be formal with her subordinates. “Just wanted to check in. Everything going to plan?” “Yeah, it’s…” Carter started, and then glanced over at me. I realised that I was starting to stare, and I immediately hoped that I hadn’t upset them. Carter might be in my office, but I gave any kind of inappropriate impression… I didn’t know what I could say. “Oh, hi Gabby,” Bracewell waved at me. I couldn’t escape now. I’d been trying to figure out what they were talking about, wondering if it was something that would affect my team. But I had no idea if that was something I could explain. Was I going to get in trouble now for paying too much attention, when the dragon came to discipline the people around me? “Oh, yes,” I mumbled, wondering if I could leave and pretend that I hadn’t been paying them so much attention. I didn’t want to get called up on confidentiality issues. Not after Bracewell had been so clear about privacy before. “Don’t worry, Belle,” she said. “Gabby’s not going to be upset about anything she overhears. She knows how important discretion is, she’s even got her name on the list for a recreational convention here in a few weeks.” “She has?” Carter asked, but she must have seen my eyes go wide. I’d done everything I could to ensure that bookings were completely confidential, even from other members of the company, when I was setting up the conference about the Striker movie. And I’d assumed that the ABDL convention would be just the same. But of course, Bracewell knew everything that was going on in her town. I didn’t know how she’d managed that, but I could only hope she didn’t know any more details of what the convention was actually about. I couldn’t bear what she would be thinking about me if she knew what I was really into. That comment implied that she knew it was some kind of fetish, but I didn’t think she would be so glib if she knew any more. “Oh yes, she has. So you see, it’s not a big deal. We all have our little secrets, and I know we can trust Gabby. Right?” “I… Uhh…” I mumbled. But I knew that she was right. This was my warning, or even a kind of blackmail. Whatever these two were talking about was nothing compared to what she knew about me. “Yes, I don’t want to intrude. I was just surprised to see you here, and I was wondering if there was something going on that I need to know about. I’m not aware of any personnel issues in the team here, so…” “Oh, I see,” Bracewell answered, and actually gave a little chuckle. “No, this is purely a social call. We’ve got many of the same interests, you see. Belle’s partner is exploring in an area which is still new to him, and so Reg offered to give him a few tips. I was just curious to know how they are getting on.” “Oh?” I answered, and then a second later actually comprehended what she was saying. Carter and Bracewell knew each other because they had the same hobbies, or their partners were friends? Or was she implying shared kinks there? And the fact that she was even letting me know that much told me that she really did want me to trust them. Maybe she wasn’t so much warning me what could happen if I shared their secrets, as telling me that I wasn’t alone. Everybody had some little kink, perhaps, and her point was that all was acceptable here. She was trying to prove that I didn’t need to be paranoid, although I was sure that she might act differently if she knew the full story about what I was hiding. “I mean… yeah. I wish you well. And I should be heading out. I’ve got an offsite meeting. One of the actors wants to talk to me about something, I guess we kind of bonded during the conference.” “Good for you,” Bracewell said, and smiled. “Good luck, whatever it turns out to be about.” I muttered my thanks, and hurried out of the building. I had to travel quite some way, to an address that turned out to be a viewpoint on a hiking trail; although only five minutes from the nearest parking area. There were no other vehicles there; most of the people who would want to be scrambling around at the top of a cliff felt that it would be cheating if they didn’t walk there by themselves. And this time, after all the failed attempts, Walthamstone was actually here. “We’re filming in the old mill,” he said, by way of greeting. He even pointed at the place on the map, and I wondered if it would be worth checking it out at some point. Like all the places that became little tourist attractions just because some notable movie was filmed there. “Davis wanted to get some footage from up here to set the scene. I thought it’s a good place to meet, because it’s so quiet.” “Yeah,” I said. “So… you want me to delete these photos?” I held up my phone, but didn’t show him the screen. I didn’t know if I could even bluff this… If I told him there weren’t any pictures, he wouldn’t believe me. But would he believe me if I said there were? “Yes,” he said. “Please.” “Do you want to get some kind of contract drawn up?” “No!” he squeaked, seeming actually scared this time. “Nothing on record. And you can’t keep any copies, right? Never mention it again. I don’t want people to think I’m…” “I know,” I said. “So…” He held up a DVD. I took a deep breath. It was a gamble, but I thought I could pull this off. I tapped into the gallery app on my phone, and scrolled back in the camera roll to the days of the convention. There were a couple of pictures of different teams and their work; things that I would need to bring to the attention of different people involved with organising the event. Even if he didn’t recognise all of the pictures, he would be able to tell that those pictures were taken on the same couple of days. And he would know that any pictures of him and his toys would have been on the screen at that point. I turned the screen towards him so that he could see it, and then tapped the “purge” button. A message appeared on the screen explaining that if I confirmed the action, seventeen deleted photos would be unrecoverable. I paused, and he handed me the DVD. It was in a plain box, and the only hint as to its contents was yesterday’s date, written on with a marker pen. I hesitated for a second, knowing that I couldn’t be sure what was actually on the disc. But then, I knew that if I pushed him it only increased the chance that he would realise I had nothing to trade. I accepted the DVD, and confirmed purging the deleted pictures. Then there was no way he could know one way or the other if any of those pictures had featured him and a PVC unicorn. He mumbled thanks, and I promised that I would never mention the meeting again; and then I could drive away. I couldn’t go back to the office now. I was too excited to find what I’d acquired; if all the footage he’d promised was really there. And also, I didn’t want to go back until Bracewell wasn’t there. I was just too nervous to think clearly. But it was already pretty late, and the drive had taken longer than I had expected. I might as well head home now, I thought. I didn’t know what I was expecting to find at home. I didn’t even consider the possibility that something had been going on for the rest of my family as well. But when I stepped into the lounge and saw three baby girls playing with some of Tess’s toys on the floor, I knew that there was nothing for me to worry about. For once, everything in my life was going perfectly. And when I got around to checking out this DVD, it might turn out to be exactly what I needed to resolve one last argument as well. I was optimistic now; but while Tess, Ffrances, and Spike were all regressed for me, I knew that there was nothing more important than looking after my babies. -
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