Sissy Room

Awww so cute !! ps question what is jack size and weight my bet he is 140cm and weight 30kg 

I have to say that I don’t think i’ve seen this type of story before. Super interesting.

Chapter 13 – The End of Summer Break   By the time Monday morning came around, Becky had been receiving her baby punishment for almost three days. Surprisingly, after the trip to the ice cream shop, she was becoming more and more accepting of her infantile state as the days went on. She seemed to enjoy colouring books more than she used to enjoy her phone. She was happy to be fed in a highchair and drink from a baby bottle. Even when she was put to bed early or given a pacifier, I never heard her complain once. It was nice to see her embracing her ‘little’ side and I definitely enjoyed spending time with the ‘new’ Becky instead of the ‘old’ one. The biggest change began on the Monday morning. I woke up in bed to a familiar smell. After wearing diapers all this time, the smell of a dirty diaper was one that I was very used to. I sat up in bed and got ready to embrace the icky feeling of a messy diaper. However, as I shuffled around from side to side, I couldn’t feel anything. I placed my hand onto the front of my diaper. It was warm which was usually an indication that I had wet myself. But when I felt around my bottom area, I was clean. I was a little confused. I hadn’t messed my diaper but certainly smelled like I had. However, it all made sense when I turned over and saw Becky in the crib. She was sat up with her head resting against the bars of the crib. ‘Morning’, I said, ‘how are you doing?’ Becky looked up. ‘I’ve been better’, she moaned. I looked at her awkwardly as the smell was now becoming more noticeable. Becky rolled her eyes as I continued to stare at her. ‘Yes, I’ve pooped in my diaper’, she announced before I had chance to ask her, ‘don’t make a big deal about it. I’ve been wearing diapers for the whole weekend, it was gonna happen at some point. Go ahead, laugh at me and get it out of your system’. ‘I wasn’t going to laugh at you’, I replied, ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m in the same position that you are. Trust me, you get used to wearing a messy diaper’. ‘I don’t want to get used to it’, Becky replied looking disgusted, ‘this is so gross, I’m never messing my diaper again’. I knew that she wouldn’t have any other choice and would be using her diapers to poop whilst her punishment continued but I decided not to say anything. At that point, my Auntie entered the room and the stench instantly hit her. ‘Phew, someone needs a diaper change’, she said whilst waving her hand in front of her nose. She looked at me who was usually responsible. ‘Amy, do you have a smelly bottom?’ she asked. I shook my head, ‘no Auntie, but I’m a little wet’. A small grin appeared on her face as she looked over at the crib. Becky was now blushing with embarrassment. ‘Becky, do you have a smelly bottom?’ my Auntie asked again. Becky rolled her eyes. ‘Well obviously’, she replied trying not to make a big deal out of it. ‘Good girl’, my Auntie cheered, ‘I was starting to get a bit worried. It’s been almost three days since you’ve made a poopy’. Becky cringed at the word ‘poopy’. ‘Can you just get me out of this thing already’, Becky said impatiently. My Auntie put her hands on her hips. ‘Well, if you’re going to give me that attitude young lady then you can stay in that messy diaper until you’ve had breakfast’, she replied. Becky groaned as she was let out of the crib. The three of us then headed downstairs. When we reached the kitchen, Leo was just finishing his bottle in the highchair. My Auntie turned to me and Becky. ‘Who wants to go next?’ she asked. I looked at Becky who was staring back at me with pleading eyes. I knew that as soon as she’d eaten breakfast, she would be allowed out of her messy diaper. I smiled, ‘Becky can have her breakfast first’. ‘Thank you’, she whispered and smiled back at me. As Leo was taken out of the highchair, I watched as Becky was lifted into it. She instantly winced in disgust as her bottom rested on the seat. I could relate. As much as I enjoyed wearing diapers, being forced to sit in a messy diaper was not the most comfortable feeling in the world. However, to my surprise, as my Auntie began feeding her, Becky seemed to quickly forget about her situation and began enjoying her breakfast. I had a funny feeling that Becky was beginning to enjoy her new baby lifestyle.   After a morning of watching cartoons and playing with toys, the grown-ups decided that it would be nice to take us to the park for some ‘play time’. ‘Right, shoes on everyone’, announced my Auntie as she packed some changing supplies in the basket underneath the stroller. ‘Do we have to go?’ complained Becky who was quite happily colouring in a picture. ‘Yes, we do’, replied my Auntie, ‘it’s a sunny day outside’. ‘I like being indoors’, Becky grumbled. ‘Stop being silly’, my Auntie replied and popped a clean pacifier into her mouth. Becky reluctantly began sucking on the pacifier as her mother put on her shoes. Leo and I were excited to go to the park. Even going outside in our summer dresses wasn’t an issue anymore. We were having too much fun as baby girls and I hoped that Becky would be able to enjoy our trip. ‘Who would like to sit in the stroller today?’ asked my mother. Me and Leo looked at each other but said nothing. We both knew that we wanted to sit in the stroller but couldn’t decide who should have the privilege. However, my Auntie made the decision for us. ‘I think it would be nice for Becky to have a ride in the stroller for a change’, she said. Becky’s eyes widened and a look of panic appeared on her face. Curiously, rather than taking out her pacifier and complaining, she seemed to quickly accept her fate and allowed her mother to help her into the stroller before being strapped in. ‘Ready everyone?’ asked my Auntie. ‘I think so’, replied Leo’s mother. With that, my mother held out her hand and ushered me to hold onto it. My Auntie then pushed the stroller outside. Me and Leo followed whilst holding tightly onto our mother’s hands. I felt a big grin appear on my face and I couldn’t wait to play at the park with Leo and Becky. As the heat of the sun shone down on us, I was relieved to be wearing a dress. A cool breeze blew against my legs and I couldn’t help but feel cute and adorable. I looked over at Becky who was staring at the ground and avoiding eye contact with anyone. I was a little surprised that she had barely put up a fight against sitting in the stroller and once again wondered if she was secretly learning to enjoy it. After a short walk we arrived at the park. It wasn’t too busy but there were enough people to notice the three ‘big babies’. My Auntie parked the stroller and unstrapped Becky who immediately jumped out of it. ‘Now, you girls go and play nicely’, said my Auntie. ‘We will’, I assured her and raced to the climbing frame. Leo was the first to begin climbing and I followed. As I looked up, I got a perfect view of Leo’s thick diaper and felt a little nervous inside knowing that other people could see right up my dress. I looked down to see if anybody was there but could only see Becky at the bottom who was looking a little reluctant to join in. I suddenly realised that it had probably been a while since she had played at the park and wasn’t sure what to do. ‘Come on Becky’, I called down to her, ‘I bet you can’t climb higher than me’. She looked up at me and smiled through her pacifier. Suddenly, she jumped onto the climbing frame and began quickly making her way up to us. ‘Quick!’ I exclaimed, ‘Becky is coming, get moving!’ We began climbing faster as Becky began to gain on us. I cheered with excitement as we climbed higher and higher. Despite our best efforts, I felt Becky grab my ankle and made her way up to the same height as us. ‘You’re really fast’, said Leo who was out of breath. The three of us giggled. ‘Did you realise that you’ve still got your pacifier in?’ I asked Becky. She took it out and shrugged, ‘I guess I forgot about it’, she smiled, ‘do you want to play on the swings?’ ‘Yeah, that sounds fun’, replied Leo. ‘I’ll race you there’, she grinned before putting the pacifier back into her mouth and quickly making her way back down the climbing frame. I accepted her challenge and began climbing down as fast as I possibly could until I heard my mother. ‘Not too fast please Amy’ she called out. I rolled my eyes and carefully made my way back down to the ground. We made our way over to the swings where Becky and I jumped on the two that were available. ‘What about me?’ complained Leo who was trailing behind. ‘You were last so you have to push us’, replied Becky through her pacifier which she seemed to have become attached to. ‘Fine’, grumbled Leo and stood behind us. Leo began to push me first before gently pushing Becky. ‘Higher’, shouted Becky. Suddenly, I felt the wind blowing against me as Leo began to push us both higher. Becky started to scream with excitement as she soared through the air. It finally appeared that she had accepted her new baby lifestyle and was enjoying herself. It was nice to see. As Becky swung back and forth, I noticed that her dress would blow up to reveal the pink diaper underneath. She didn’t seem to mind. I looked down and realised that my dress was doing exactly the same. My diaper was completely exposed to the whole park…and I didn’t care. I had also accepted my new role as a baby girl and was enjoying it just as much as Becky. It was great for the three of us to finally have fun together. I offered to swap over with Leo so that he was able to have a go. As I began to push them, it didn’t take long before Becky and Leo were giggling like little girls as they continued swinging through the air. Eventually, our mothers called us over to have some ‘cool down’ time. Despite wearing summer dresses, the heat was beginning to get to us all and we were ready for a drink. The three of us sat down on a bench where my Auntie handed us all a bottle of juice each. We were so thirsty that the moment we were given our bottles, we instantly began sucking hungrily on the nipples as we gulped down the juice. As I sat there happily drinking my bottle, I noticed Becky had lifted her dress and was inspecting her diaper. ‘Everything ok?’ I asked. ‘I’ve wet myself’, Becky admitted. ‘When did that happen?’ I replied. ‘I think I may have gotten a little bit too excited on the swings’, she giggled, ‘are you wet?’ I raised my dress and sure enough, my diaper had a familiar yellow stain on it. ‘Looks like I am wet’, I smiled. ‘When did you do that?’ Becky asked. I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I honestly have no idea’. ‘Guess what’, said Leo, ‘I’ve wet my diaper as well’. The three of us burst out laughing as we all agreed that we were just like real toddlers. It was the most fun I’d had in ages. - Over the final two weeks of the vacation, I had some of the best moments of my life. Our new lifestyle had brought the three of us closer and we seemed to have more and more fun each day. We took a shopping trip and picked out some new pretty outfits to begin building our new wardrobe. We even had one last trip to the beach. The memory of the three of us running around near the sea with our diapers on full view is a memory that I will never forget. By the end of her punishment, Becky pretty much insisted on continuing to wear diapers, which was no surprise to my Auntie. Becky even began messing her diapers regularly which was pretty amazing. When we reached the final day of the vacation, I was really sad that it had to end. As the grown-ups packed up the car, me and Leo said goodbye to Becky. ‘Well, I guess this is it’, I smiled, ‘It’s been great to see you’. ‘You too cuz’, Becky replied, ‘it’s been a pretty crazy summer’. ‘It’s certainly been an adventure’, Leo chuckled. Suddenly, Becky held out her arms and pulled us all in for a group hug. ‘I’m really gonna miss you two’, she sighed. Just then my mother called us over. Becky, Leo and I all skipped over to the car with our dresses flowing around us. My Auntie came over and gave me a big hug. ‘It was lovely to see you sweetheart’, she said as she let me go, ‘you be a good girl for your Mummy’. ‘I promise I will Auntie’, I grinned. We said our final goodbyes before hopping into the car. As we began to drive off, I turned around to see one last glimpse of Becky holding onto her mother’s hand and waving at us. I was sad to be leaving but also looking forward to getting back to sleeping in my own crib again. Leo’s mother turned around to face us. ‘Did you girls have a nice summer?’ she asked. ‘It was the best summer ever’, I exclaimed. ‘I hope we can come back next year’, Leo added. ‘Aw bless’, cooed Leo’s mother. ‘Mummy?’ I asked, ‘can Becky come over to stay with us sometime?’ ‘I’m sure we can arrange something’, she replied, ‘but first we need to make some changes to your nursery’. ‘What changes?’ I asked slightly confused. ‘Well, I was thinking that we could ask Daddy really nicely if he’ll paint your room in a nice shade of pink’, she smiled. ‘I would like that’, I replied. ‘Can I have a pink room as well please Mummy?’ asked Leo.               ‘We’ll start decorating tomorrow’, giggled Leo’s mother, ‘I guess you’re used to sleeping in a pink bedroom now’. She then turned to my mother. ‘You know what would be a great idea?’ she said excitedly, ‘we should let their hair grow out a little bit so that we can put it into pigtails’. ‘Oh, they would look so adorable with pigtails’, agreed my mother. I began sucking on my pacifier as our mothers continued talking about their plans for us. It felt weird to think that I had arrived at my Aunties house as a baby boy and was now leaving as a baby girl. What was even stranger was the fact that my life as ‘Jamie’ seemed like a distant memory now. I wasn’t even sure how to be a boy anymore. Leo and I had fully embraced our new life as Amy and Lucy. We were cute little baby girls…and we had no intention of ever growing up.   Chapter 14 - One Year Later   ‘What time is it Mummy?’ I asked eagerly. ‘It’s five minutes since you asked me last’, replied my mother as she removed my soaked diaper. ‘They should be here soon though, right?’ I said impatiently. ‘Calm down Amy’, replied my mother, ‘they’ll get here when they get here’. I was so excited to see Becky and Auntie Donna again. It had been almost a year since I’d seen them last and I couldn’t wait to catch up with Becky. My mother began to sprinkle powder over my hairless crotch. It had been decided a few months back that it was best to keep me smooth down below to make diaper changes easier. I don’t think I ever complained once about it. I waited patiently for my mother to finish taping on a clean princess diaper before standing up. I then proceeded to pull down my new Barbie dress to cover the diaper. I had received it for my birthday a few days ago and it quickly became my favourite dress to wear. I always feel super cute when I have it on. I suddenly heard a car door close and raced over to the window as fast as I could where I noticed a familiar vehicle parked in the driveway. ‘They’re here Mummy!’ I exclaimed. ‘Ok sweetheart’, replied my mother, ‘let’s go and greet them at the door’. She took my hand and led me over to the front door. As we opened it, Auntie Donna and Becky were getting out of the car. The first thing I noticed was the bright yellow dress that Becky was wearing covered in little pictures of flowers. Her bulky diaper poked out from underneath. To top it off she was wearing a cute little baby bonnet around her head. I quickly knew what I was going to ask for at Christmas. Becky noticed us and waved. I waved back with a big smile on my face. ‘Hi you two’, said my mother, ‘how was the journey?’ ‘Hi lovely’, replied my Auntie, ‘sorry we’re a bit late. Someone had a stinky accident on the way down so we had to stop off and get that sorted’. Becky blushed, ‘it was only a little accident’, she said in defence. ‘It was still enough to stink out the car through, wasn’t it?’ my Auntie replied whilst grinning. ‘Aw well you’re both here now, that’s the main thing’, reassured my mother, ‘I’ll help you unload the car’. She then turned to Becky, ‘come inside sweetheart and you can catch up with Amy, she’s been so excited to see you’. ‘Thank you’, replied Becky as she gave my mother a quick hug before entering the house. It was ironic that despite her infantile state, Becky seemed a lot more mature and polite than she had ever been. As our mothers began unloading the car, Becky and I entered the living room. Before I could react, she threw her arms around me and gave me a big cuddle. ‘It’s so nice to see you Amy’, she said excitedly. ‘It’s great to see you to Becky’, I replied whilst returning the cuddle, ‘I’ve missed you’. ‘I’ve missed you too’, she smiled as she let go of me, ‘I’ve got so much to tell you’. ‘I can’t wait to hear it all’, I grinned, ‘by the way, I love your bonnet, it’s super cute’. ‘Aw thank you’, she giggled, ‘I love your new hair cut’. My mother had purposely let my hair grow out. Although it only came down to the top of my shoulders, my mother had still managed to tie my hair into pigtails. ‘If you like the bonnet then wait until you see this’, Becky said excitedly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier. ‘Check it out’, she grinned. At first it looked like an ordinary pacifier but as she held it up, I saw the size of the teat. It was huge, almost twice the size of mine. ‘That’s enormous’, I exclaimed. ‘I know right’ chuckled Becky, ‘it’s great when I have it in. It literally fills up my whole mouth’. ‘I’m so jealous’, I laughed. ‘Well don’t be too jealous. We may have brought a few presents along with us’, she replied whilst winking. My eyes widened with excitement at the thought of owning a pacifier like Beckys. Just then our mothers came in with some suitcases. ‘I see you girls are catching up’, smiled my Auntie and turned to my mother, ‘the past few weeks, Becky has done nothing but talk about how excited she was to come over for the summer’. ‘Aw that’s so sweet’, giggled my mother, ‘I’ve spoken to Lucy’s mother and she said that they’ll be popping over later so we can all have a good catch up. I smiled at the thought of me, Lucy and Becky all being together again. ‘Mummy, can I show Becky my nursery?’ I asked. ‘Okay but only for a few minutes’, replied my mother, ‘I think your Auntie might have some presents for you.’ ‘Thank you, Auntie Donna’, I said politely. ‘Aw that’s alright sweetheart’, smiled my Auntie, ‘you girls go and play nicely’. ‘We will’, Becky and I said in unison. With that, I grabbed Becky’s hand and led her upstairs. As we approached my nursery, we looked at each other and grinned enthusiastically. At that moment, the two of us both realised that we were nothing more than little baby girls and we had zero intention of growing up anytime soon. This was going to be the best summer ever…                                                                                                                             The End   Thank you to anyone who has made it to the end. I really hope that you enjoyed the story and any (kind) feedback is very much appreciated 😊

Just got up for the win!

Well, it's been a while, but here's another chapter of Drakevisions! As a slight content warning: bigoted language from two antagonistic characters. Now, let's move on to the chapter:   -   Chapter Two: Visions of a Noble Spearman   -   Ermendrud looked at the knights, wondering if it was the end. None of them looked like Immortals (Immortals had a blood-red handprint sigil on the breast of their plate armor; these knights had separate sigils on shields, and no sigil on their armor.), but that didn’t mean that she and her three friends were any less screwed by attacking knights, even if it was self-defense.   They don’t care about smallfolk like us.   “State your business!” one of the knights on horseback - obviously the leader - barked from beneath his visor.   “We’re just trying to be drake-keepers,” Faramund answered. “These knights didn’t believe us and attacked us first with lethal intentions. We defended ourselves.”   “LIAR!” the female knight shouted. “He’s a fucking liar, he and his thugs attacked without warning, obviously to rob us of our money to buy hemp!”   Everyone - the teenagers, the swordsmen, the bowmen, the spearmen, including the lead knight, and even the remaining conscious knight who attacked them - stared at the female knight for a long time…before one of the spearmen on horseback started laughing.   “Gods, you lie as easily as breathing, and honestly, you suck at both, Dame,” the spearman wheezed. “Hells, you lie so much and so badly that it makes anyone with a brain look bad.”   “You fucking-”   “Yes, four young teenagers with absolutely no weapons on them were mugging you to buy hemp when all that they asked for was to go where the drake babies are for their job,” the head knight said coldly, signaling for the men to stand down. “Are you that incompetent and incapable of coming up with a decent lie that actually makes any sense?”   “I’m not ly-”   “Witnesses were watching the entire time from the castle ramparts and notified us.” The head knight sounded angry, his tone contemptuous.    “They broke my nose!” she screamed.   “And honestly, I’m tempted to snap your neck, just for giving what I do a bad name,” the head knight said coldly. “Losing to four unarmed peasant children, you embarrass our profession, you embarrass me personally. You, children. Let the knights go; we won’t allow harm to come to you.”   Widogast unceremoniously dropped the head female knight on her ass, while Faramund let go of the one with the broken wrists as she sobbed.   “I’ll kill you fucking hicks and piss on your fucking graves!” she spat impotently, not eager to disobey the leader and attack, but eager enough to continue insulting the four young adults.   “Please try to insult us better and louder; I’m sure you could reach the rare thunderdrake who didn’t already hear you from here,” Widogast snarked.   “Arrogant fucking hick!”   Wulfgifu rolled her eyes and said, “If you’re so much wealthier than us, how did we buy more class than you?”   “Fuck you, you spread-clit cunt!”   The knight beckoned to the sword carriers. “Restrain the knights so they don’t do anything stupid, and please fucking gag Dame Henriett; I tire of listening to her.”   “Aye, Sir!” Three of the swordsmen did just that, as the female knight attempted to scream vile obscenities from her gag.   “Excuse me, Sir?” Ermendrud decided to ask for her friends; even though she was nervous as hell, her friends were too absorbed in the back-and-forth. “Do you know where the drake-keeper area is? We traveled a ways after we received our letters, and we…we don’t know where everything is…”   The head knight nodded beneath his helmet. “Do you four children have your letters?”   Each of the four pulled out their letters, having traveled with them just in case. The head knight examined each of them…before nodding with approval.   “Proof enough. Then I’ll have Sir Stithulf show you. Show the children all of the city, Sir; if they got letters from the Queen Herself, it means that she vetted them, and she’ll be quite upset if things get lost.”   “Yes, Commandant Hrothgar!” the knight who had laughed earlier answered swiftly and seriously, as he saluted Sir Hrothgar from his horse before he turned to the four friends. “You four, follow me. I’ll try to move at a reasonable pace.”   Sir Stithulf did move at a reasonable pace for a man on a horse, but it was brisk, and Ermendrud felt a bit of exhaustion trying to keep up, as the knight continued on his way, the citizens of the castle moving out of the horse’s path, pointing out landmarks along the way.   At least the man is noticeable, she thought; the knight was muscular and wearing heavy plate armor along with his spear and a red kite shield adorned with the sigil of a large black rat wielding a sword on a vert fleur-de-lis, the field being ermine in color.   “Why a rat sigil?” Faramund was the one who had the courage to ask the knight. “Aren’t they…sneaky?”   “Rats are survivors,” Sir Stithulf explained politely, as if he had been asked this many a time…and yet, there was patience in his tone as well, as if he wasn’t tired of explaining. “Intelligent, adaptable to any situation, cunning, that’s what rats are. You win more fights and live longer lives when you’re being smart than you ever would with strength or nerve alone. You fought well against three knights, but had no one seen you fight, you’d have your hands, feet, and likely more taken from you for good.”   Sir Stithulf’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but it stuck in Ermendrud’s craw, and from the looks on her friends’ faces, it stuck in theirs as well.   “Hardly seems fair,” Widogast muttered.   “Fair has nothing to do with it,” the knight answered calmly. “Life simply isn’t fair to those who don’t take advantage of it. Had you not had orders from the Queen Herself, much like us, you would not be as fortunate. All that’s necessary is to follow her orders, and all will be well.”   Ermendrud was uncomfortable with those words as she continued following the knight. Following others slavishly, even someone as powerful as the Queen…it didn’t sit right with her to do whatever she was told without knowing why.   The Immortals do that all the time, say they’re just following their superiors’ orders, but my friends…what did their family members do to deserve getting killed?   “We’re here. Now I’ll be off, but should you ever need my help again, I'll be at the south gate.”   Ermendrud was shaken out of her thoughts with the arrival to the building, as Sir Stithulf left on his horse with a swift trot.   The drake-keeping area was a large building of stone and very little wood except for the doors. One person - a short and slim pale-skinned man who seemed to be their age with long curly black hair on a gaunt face, wearing black leather armor - was already in front of the door, obviously waiting for it to open. He glared at the newcomers.   “Who are you?” he asked coldly.   “Who are you?” Widogast asked back.   “I am Kazimiru. Now, I’ll ask you again, since you were rude: who the hell are you?”   “We’re fellow drake-keepers,” Faramund growled, knowing that the man wasn’t exactly being nice.   “Some drake-keepers, with those clothes,” Kazimiru sniffed. “Not even regulation made. And no first names?”   “Ermendrud,” Ermendrud answered. “My friends are Faramund, Widogast, and Wulfgifu.”   “Well met.” The young man’s expression didn’t change from his haughty frown, but his coffee-brown eyes seemed to regard her with a semblance of kindness. “I suppose you’ll be issued regulation clothing as we blood-let the drakes; even the babies can be dangerous.”   “I wonder if it will be comfortable,” Wulfgifu muttered.   “Comfort has nothing to do with it. I’ve read all about drakes, you know. I know how dangerous they are, and if you don’t follow the rules, it will be a safety hazard for all of us.”   Ermendrud didn’t sigh like the others did, knowing Kazimiru was an obvious rulestickler. At least it seemed like he was somewhat approachable.   “Hey, babe,” a voice crooned behind her. “How about you ditch the faggots and come with a real man?”   Ermendrud froze like a captured deer, looking behind her to see five young men, all obviously there for the drake-keeping. Each of them were handsome in their own way, and the most handsome one of all was a tall young man, four inches taller even than Wulfgifu, with a fair-skinned, unblemished face, blond hair down to the nape of his neck, sky-blue eyes like sapphires that could’ve charmed birds from their nests - if they weren’t as hard as sapphires - and a more muscular build than even Faramund.   The other four were handsome in their own way, fair skinned with various colored hair, with cruel gemstones for eyes, tall and muscular (but not as much as the blond youth).   “Call me a faggot one more time, and you’ll regret it,” Kazimiru snarled, drawing a long, tapered dagger - a cinquedea - and pointing it at the young man.   “You’re the biggest fag of all,” the young blond man said dismissively before he eyed Ermendrud up and down like a piece of meat. “But you and the tall girl are beautiful. Got time to go with a real man?”   Ermendrud had no time for this shit. “I’d rather fuck a drake,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stated the tried-and-true Light Realm method of saying, “Not in your wildest fantasies.”   The youth’s eyes narrowed, and she didn’t back down. “I’m Badurad, and you will regret saying that, cunt. I will be an Immortal after this one job, and you will be sorry you ever rejected me.”   “Oh, lovely, someone else who thinks with his cock,” Widogast said, rolling his eyes.   One of the other young men went over to Widogast and attempted a swing at him…only to be blocked by an absolutely enormous knight about the size of Badurad, stout, and in full armor with a helmet.   “Enough, all of you,” the knight growled in a feminine voice. “Unless I need to fucking put all of you over my knee since none of you have learned any manners.”   “Who are you?” Badurad asked haughtily.   “Dame Ingeborg, and I’m the one who will be teaching you about drake-letting. Now follow me, and if you attack each other again, you will be sorry you were ever born. Move.”   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~