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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~

Darn it!  Just when I got the nerve to go the the Baltimore ABU location  I find out it is closed!  That is what I get for putting it off.

Miss Bell led him to a car and he got in the passenger’s seat.    “Just one thing before we head out,” she said, handing him a small cup.   “Please drink this.” He downed it.   A few seconds later he started to get drowsy.  “You’ll sleep most of the way home,” she explained.  “We don’t want our guests to know where Pleasant Acres is located.”    He nodded, then nodded off. He found himself back in his office.   His boss came in leading a small group of his coworkers.   “Welcome back,” he announced, and then started laughing hysterically.   The rest of the workers laughed and pointed at him.    He looked at himself.   He was wearing just a diaper, and it was quite wet.    What? “Jim?  Jim,” he heard a voice beside him.   He woke up.   He was in the car with Miss Bell.   “You’re home.”  He looked out the window.   Yes, this was the parking lot of his apartment.   He realized that while not in a diaper, he was still wearing the toddler outfit.   He also knew he didn’t have his keys.   Miss Bell sensed his apprehension.   She fished into her purse and came out with his keys. “I have them.” Jim looked around and saw no one, so he figured things were safe.   He got out of the car, and the two of them headed up to his apartment.    Miss Bell unlocked the door for him and they went inside. She set the keys down on his kitchen counter.  “Here are your keys, and the other things you had with you when you went to Pleasant Acres.”   He looked down and saw his keys, wallet, cell phone,, work ID card, and some loose change. Miss Bell led him to his bedroom, and he noticed that a different dresser was there.   It wasn’t that his old one was any great antique.  It was something he had grabbed at Ikea when he first moved in.    This one was longer and lower.   A pad covered the top.   “We’ve given you a changing table.”  Pulling out a top drawer, she said “Changing supplies are here.   There are more diapers in your hall closet.  If you need one, I can change you now.” Jim admitted he needed a change, and she had him lie down on the table.   When she was done, she told him they had brought the clothes that he had worn at Pleasant Acres and hung them in his closet.    He could wear them if he wanted to, but all his other clothes, with the exception of his underpants, were still there.   This hit Jim, no underpants.   Diapers were now his underwear. “I’ll leave you now.    If you need anything, just call.”  She handed him a business card and left. Jim stood there trying to figure out what to do next.   He looked down at the card.   “Pamela Bell,” it read.   It had a Pleasant Acres logo, a phone number, and an email address.   No physical address.   I guess that fits in with them hiding the location.   Her title under her name was “life assistant.”    That was an odd title. He heard his phone ringing and went to answer it.   It was his office.   He picked it up and heard his boss. “I understand you’re back home,” he said. “Yes, I just got in.” “Are you ready to come back to work?” “If you want  me back.” “Of course, we want you back.   That’s why we got you the help.   Would you be ready to start back on Monday?” Jim realized he had no clue what day of the week it was.   He glanced at his phone.   It was Friday.   “Sure, that would be fine.” The boss again welcomed him back and ended the call. Jim smiled.   Maybe things would be OK.    He looked around the room.   On the dining table were two stacks of mail.   He saw that there was a handwritten note on the top of one of the stacks. “These arrived while you were away.   I paid them, courtesy of Pleasant Acres. -Pam,”  it said.    He looked at the items under the note.    Electric bill, phone bill, car loan statement.  He looked through the other pile.   It was mostly junk mail.   He decided to look around and see if there were any more surprises.   He started with the dresser/changing table.   Yes, there were diapers, a jar of ointment, and some wipes.    The other drawers just contained his clothes, more neatly folded than he would have done himself. The closet did indeed have various rompers and other outfits hanging along with his clothes.   He went out to the linen closet in the hall and looked there.   On the shelf were more packages of diapers and wipes. He was hungry, so he headed to the kitchen.   Opening the fridge, he found it neater than he had left it.   Some of the items were gone.    Another note from Pam.   “I took care of getting rid of anything that would spoil before you return.”   He looked through the cabinets.   Neat as well, but pretty much stocked as he left it.   He guessed that grocery shopping would be the first order of business.   There was a bag of potato chips, so he opened it and grabbed a beer from the fridge.   This will do for now.

One thing i love and find fascinating is that the more I wear, the more my brain beings to tune out the sensations of diaper usage. I knew it would happen with wetting and wet diapers, but I didn't expect that even messing and being in a messy diaper could become normal. When I used to mess it would be a big event with lots of emotion, I would notice every sensation before messing, during messing, and after messing. I would feel the messy diaper which would feel nice but also gross, my mind and body would be focused on it, unable to forget that its there. Now that I've been working towards 24/7, using my diaper without engaging my muscles and just not thinking about it, the experience is quite reduced. Now when my diaper is messy, it often doesn't feel messy. I have a reduced ability to tell the state of my diaper via just sensation. Heck if I didn't remember pooping or how many hours I've been wearing, I probably wouldn't be able to tell the state of it without manually checking. One would think this makes diapers "less fun/exciting" cause its more normalized/boring, yet I've always wanted wearing and using to be as normal/mundane/uneventful as possible which I find more satisfaction and pleasure in then having diapers being thrilling. Can anyone else relat?