DiaperRebel

Irma saw the velvet under Quinn grow dark. Stone only kept her eyes on Quinn’s face, holding her hand. Her entire body ached. “No, it is ze opposite!” Curie remarked with awe. “The simulation zero is crying out for attention.” She touched the screen to show Amari. “It az completely integrated itself with her psyche. Any attempt to alter it would be extremely dangerous. She may lose all cognit—What is zis?” The readout became garbled only because Stone had joined Quinn in the pod. Cuddling with her, speaking soft words while gently helping her remove her boots and wet pants. Leaving her naked except for her opened onesie shirt and wet diaper trying to help her feel as little as possible. She kisses Quinn on the forehead and removes her oxygen mask, removes all the medical leads from her. The simulation in Stone has been just below the surface, blocked by her uncertainties, her inhibitions, but now she knew how needed she was, how desperately so. She felt the pinpricks around her breasts and the tingling ache. Both doctors stood amazed before quickly asking the building’s shocked matron to procure a modesty sheet. Stone cradled Quinn in her lap as comfortable and easy as breathing, letting the program take over, pulling aside her shirt, exposing her breast. “Quinn?” She whispered, breathily. “You need to let yourself be that baby girl of mine or you’re going to get even more sick. You don’t need to worry about a thing. I’m here to take care of you. I-I’m here. M-Mommy’s here, baby girl. Mommy’s here.” Her voice lost its roughness and she said her position more confidently, nuzzling her baby and letting the simulation stuffed into the recesses of her mind finally come forward without filters, without worries.

“I...” Stone clutched Quinn’s hand tighter, but her heart dropped to her boots and her nerves prickled like ice. She looked at the doctors for answers. They both wore deeply concerned expressions. “You are ze ones here for ze simulation research? Perhaps ze simulation is rejecting its host?” “We shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves Curie. We’ll run all the standard tests in the memory pods. Paladin Stone, correct? May you help us move her? She is stable enough for transport.” Stone gently bridal carries Quinn not caring about her wet diaper squishing and leaking onto her sleeve, the only thing that mattered was figuring out what could be wrong. “Quinn? I’m Dr. Amari.” The doctor introduces herself holding the oxygen mask over Quinn’s mouth. This is Curie a respected colleague of mine and we’re going to find out what’s going on.” The oxygen and IV poles are wheeled to a pod where Quinn is laid down inside. Dr. Amari immediately begins a rudimentary scan. The pod can remain open for this and Curie stands by her colleague’s shoulder to see the read outs. Irma had followed the group and finds a spot to sit on the lip of the pod brushing Quinn’s hair through her worried fingers.

“Q-Quinn?! What’s—“ Stone practically elbows Irma out of the way recognizing the signs immediately having seen them in combat and trained as a trauma medic. She shouts for Irma to get a blanket. She helps Quinn to turn and lay on her back as she props her feet up on her diaper bag to keep them elevated. She unbuttons Quinn’s trousers, rips aside her cover and loosens her diaper to not restrict her circulation and was scared to see the diaper so wet and discolored. Cursing the ‘plucked chicken’ softly, Stone sheds her jacket to cover Quinn and keep her warm in the meantime. “Quinn? You need to answer me, Star. How many kisses do we have left, hm?” Irma returns with blankets and professional help. Two lab-coated women hurry to Quinn’s side rolling a barebones medical stand. “Zes is not a chemical allergic reaction, correct?” The pixie brown haired doctor asks Stone with a heavy French accent. She’s prepping fluids while the other doctor places an oxygen mask over Quinn’s face. Stone acknowledges and explains the resurgence of past trauma watching the doctors do their work. Stone holds Quinn’s hand, lightly rubbing over her scars. Inside the Paladin’s chest was a coiled constrictor of worry, but she was calm as a grey fog bank on the outside. “Hang in there, Star Cap. I’m right here. We’re taking good care of you.” Irma lays the brought blanket over Quinn and rubs the sick girl’s arm feeling helpless to do more.

Irma takes hold of Quinn’s hands, examining them, seething. It wasn’t easy running a business in the Commonwealth. She could be ruthless when she needed to be and she certainly ran through some scenarios where who ever did this to her little tenant would meet a grisly end. Stone had reacted similarly when she first saw them. “And she’d still be on jet by the looks of it.” Stone added gravelly. She crossed her arms after slinging that barb, and Irma slowly stands in response to that challenge, patting Quinn standing next to her. “Honeychild, Goodneighbor is paved in chems. You can get a high just kicking up dust in the street. That’s not exactly a fair divination to recite especially when Quinn is free to do as she chooses.” Stone’s jaw tightens and Irma smiles softly back down at Quinn. “Now, what trouble are you in to come see me?” She twirls a strand of Quinn’s hair to make it curl.

“A Paladin! In my humble abode?” Irma glances up at Stone whose cheeks tinted slightly at the introduction, but still held herself with strict military bearing. Irma treated this information to a smile, still comforting the shuddering Quinn in her arms. She looked down, plucking lightly at Quinn’s thumb sucking. “Your thumb again sweetheart? I understand it’s comforting after everything you’ve been through, but we might have to get the hot sauce out again.” Irma thought she had heard it earlier, but she couldn’t help but breathe deeper, nuzzling her nose playfully against Quinn’s. “You smell so nice what have you been using—“ She gasps at the realization. “Oh does she keep you in those dreadful things? You say the word and we’ll run her straight out of town.”

Stone raised their clasped hands and kissed the back of Quinn’s. “One thousand nine hundred and ninety nine to go.” She smiled. They secured the apartment and walked unhindered until they stood outside the Memory Den. Stone stood, looking up, sizing it up. After a quick readjusting shrug of Quinn’s diaper supplies bag and a courage-mustering breath Stone trudges forward leading Quinn inside. Red. That was all Stone’s mind could register the moment she entered. That, and a woman lounged in an elaborate dress across an elegant chaise. She sits up taller noticing them enter then slinks to her feet like a hungry cat. “Hello, traveler...What brings you to...is that my little Quinn?!” Her boots clack over and she’s crouched in front of Quinn, her feather boa-lined dress tickling Quinn’s nose as she gives her two big wet kisses on her cheeks and a big tight hug against the tops of her soft bare bosoms. “I saw you on the vids, my poor poor darling.” She pet Quinn’s hair. Stone’s eyes couldn’t help but narrow. She tries not to let her jealousy show, nor the fact that she felt severely underdressed in comparison. She reminded herself this was the woman who had helped to watch over Quinn.

Stone smirked and tugged Quinn’s diaper up snug. “It’s a date.” She assured while pinning the absorbent cloth, making sure it was folded where it should be comfortably, rocking Quinn a little from side to side to check. “And your idea about the Cabot house is sound, but with you as a high-value target I think we should stay away from trouble the best we can for now.” The diaper cover is rustled out and positioned next, keeping everything firmly in place. Stone leaned over to pull up Quinn’s trousers for the road and gave a quick peck on her lips for being so patient for her change. “Does that count towards the thousand?” She asked coyly, then stood to help Quinn to her feet, slinging her diaper bag and a few supplies over her shoulder for their appointment. ”Ready?”

Stone’s cleaning pauses for a moment. “You know what...? Teamwork exercise...” It was dawning on her that could very well have been the premise for the Jangles drama. Her attention is refocused by Quinn’s giggle. “Yeah, yeah go ahead and giggle all you want I bet you’ll do it too when you’re a Paladin. It’s apparently obligatory.” Stone finished her cleaning and was now twisting open the baby powder. “I’ve only seen a Mirelurk Queen from the sky. If I came face to face with one I’d probably crap my pampers too.” Powder falls into her cupped hand, she then softly spreads onto Quinn’s upturned bottom, careful of her bruises, the gentle rasp of her powder-spreading circles fill the small living space. “The Cabots. Or at least Dr. Cabot has a well-guarded facility far northeast from here.” Stone said shaking more powder into her palm, and tapping it down around Quinn’s legs. “They should be safe and the Courser secure.” With Quinn powdered, Stone started positioning her diaper. “We should tune in to the Institute’s channel when you buy me that drink.” Stone winked as the diaper was scooted upwards under Quinn’s raised hips. “If they’re showing reruns, I swear, I’m going to Grognak all over that place. Hancock be damned.”

Stone brushed Quinn’s strands of hair aside. “Darn right you’re bad.” Stone said using her free hand to unbutton Quinn’s trousers and check her diaper for leaks. She kisses Quinn’s forehead. “A bad ass Brotherhood Knight Initiate who gave the Institute hell even as a POW. Three days...” Her teeth ground. “Lay back, Star, let me take care of it for you.” Stone reaches back and shook out some of Quinn’s bedding within arms reach to place under Quinn’s head as she laid her back. She unslung their gear off and into the corner, pulling the diaper supplies bag closer. Stone thought at first to help Quinn take her thumb out of her mouth, but knowing the origins of the pacifier she had...she let her continue to suckle as she began changing her. Stone carefully tugged down Quinn’s pants to her boots, low enough to be able to coax her knees open. Stone saw how tense Quinn still was, she rubbed her inner thigh as she pulled at the Velcro on Quinn’s diaper cover. “Quinn...it’s okay. We can’t confirm if that was an even an enemy. I...overreacted a little. We’re safe for now.” She tried to pique Quinn’s interest with something else to think about. “You found a lot of shroud stuff huh? All we had on the Prydwen was a Jangles. Have you seen that thing? The moon monkey? Paladin Westin at the time gave it to us young Scribes to share. Gave us nightmares for weeks. Rubber sheets until we threw that thing off the hangar deck. Whole deck smelled like rubber and piss.” Stone chuckled, but grew quiet as she freed and lowered Quinn’s diaper. “Oh...” she paused, slightly bewildered. “You were messy. I couldn’t tell. This cover’s almost too good...” Determined to do better, Stone lifted Quinn’s legs for her and pulled her dirty diaper away. A plastic pop from the wipes tub sounded before cool wetwipes pressed between and around Quinn’s bottom with thorough care. “Do you have any other favorite characters besides the Shroud? I like the barbarian,” Stone said while still wiping. .

Stone held her, pushing her forward slightly to help keep her from fainting and rubbed her back whispering to her lightly to breathe. She counted her breaths for her. “You’re okay...” Stone sighed awash with relief, she rested her chin and hummed against Quinn. “You’ve been wounded just like from a bullet and it’s still fresh.” She shushed. “It’s going to take time to recover, but I know you can do it. I’ll be here to help you; support you every step of the way.” Her hug tightens until her hand lowers to confirm what she had felt earlier. “Quinn? How long has your diaper been like this?” She asked sympathetically keeping Quinn’s head turned away from the Chems like that alone could protect her from them.

Backpedaling with her rifle up to cover their retreat, Stone nearly tripped over Quinn. She’s by her side in an instant one hand searching for the key under the mat while the other checked desperately if Quinn was hurt. “What’s the matter? Quinn? Were you hit?” She finds the key and scoops up Quinn one-armed against her hip to ram the key into the door. She hurries them both inside and dead bolts it locked behind them to quickly lay Quinn down on the apartment floor to continue probing and patting for injuries.

Stone’s heart nearly melted and she felt warmth spreading across her chest. She felt needed. “Alright Cap.” Her teeth shown white in the dark. “And don’t you worry, shooting’s like riding a bike.” Together, they stayed low, and snuck past the grisly encampment of mutants, the wet drips of blood falling from suspended sacks and abandoned shopping carts. Stone was once again amazed by how quiet Quinn could be. The only reason she knew she was next to her was the little grip on her pinky, and slight whiff of baby powder. A low hum of neon greeted them soon enough and Stone stows her weapon before they enter the ramshackle town. “Behind the hotel you said? We can drop our stores off, freshen up, get you a change if you need it, and then head to the Memory Den when it’s time for our appointment.” Stone tightened her supply bag strap, satisfied with her plan. She let Quinn lead the way and as they were descending towards the apartment a flutter of clothing and a muffled scream passed above them. Stone looked up just in time to see the glint of a sequin red dress under the arm of a cloaked figure. She threw herself over Quinn fearing the worst that it was a Courser. She breathed her next words hard into Quinn’s ear. “Inside! Hurry!”

Stone hiked on, smiling at Quinn’s reactions only tapping Quinn’s leg as they began to approach the ruins of the city. “Super mutants around here.” Stone muttered as she prepped a pistol and handed it up to Quinn. “Stay sharp.” Stone crouches low and helps Quinn down. She holds her hand a moment before letting go. “It’ll be me that gives us away. You don’t need any hand-holding... Go ahead and take point to the gates if you feel up to it.”

Stone sniggers a little at the number. “And what are you going to wish for once you get to a thousand, my lady?” Stone asks adjusting her ear piece until she holds it up for Quinn to listen to. The faint crackly theme music of the Shroud can be heard tinkling from it. “I might just have to give this Irma lady a shiner, so I don’t get too jealous.”

Stone’s aiming reticle bounces from the kisses so she gives up after a deep laugh. She marches on as she listens to Quinn’s connections in Goodneighbor. Her attitude towards the town has warmed to neutral at best, an improvement from her righteousness-fueled disgust in the past. “That card sounds handy. It would be good to get that in case we need to keep our heads down. Now that self-appointed mayor Hancock...tsch.” She spat out some road grit with her disapproval. “He’s a bad influence. I would prefer if you limited your interactions with him.” Stone requested with a haughty touch of motherly overprotection. “How about that Madame...what was her name, Irma? I’ve been in contact with her doctor for our appointment, but have yet to meet with her.”

Stone behinds over and scoops up Quinn letting her perch on her shoulders, rifle hanging on its sling a moment before repositioning it back in her hands. “Pre-war tech?” Stone repeated with mock outrage. “Don’t think you can just smooch your way out of this one!” She scans the horizon again with a grin through the night vision. “I think its a perfect place to hole up. Would many people know you own it?”

“Of course I’ll be there.” Stone wrapped Quinn close and drew little circles into her arm. “And this doctor. She knows what we went through. She was...transferred through a lounger herself. I feel she’s trustworthy and my instincts are pretty sharp all things considered.” She grinned toothily, nuzzling Quinn. They waited for the sun to go down and the cannon’s to silence. Hours passed, and when the time to depart unfortunately arrived, Stone changes Quinn’s diaper after a quick sniff test determined it was needed then helps her dress in clothes for the road. They packed up only what they needed to carry to make it to Goodneighbor, food, ammo, clean water, medicine, extra diapers, wipes, powder and the like then set out. Stone holds Quinn’s hand helping her out on deck as she hails the ‘night watchman’ with salty sailor jargon and a heavy tongue. The Mr. Handy allows their passage with some Maritime banter in return before they are both lowered from the stern dingy and into the dark blue wastelandscape below. Turns out the ‘ship’ was lodged up in a building. Stone didn’t ask too many questions and just kept promising the malfunctioning robot crew that she would find some power coils or what not to be granted passage. They walked, and Stone’s grey eye would illuminate periodically in a pale green glow as she scanned ahead with a night vision recon scope modded to her rifle. “How’s the legs feeling?” She asked Quinn as they hiked in the still night. “It didn’t look like you were able to get much exercise.”

Stone pats Quinn’s diaper idly as she thinks. “We’ll see what the doctor has to say, but it’s not safe keeping that inside you, Quinn.”

Stone grins a little feeling Quinn’s padded bottom trying to get into her lap. “That.” Stone explains. “Was our dear Captain. He’s been keeping off scavengers for ages. No reason to fear.” Another series of concussions fire from above. Stone kisses Quinn’s cheek trying to distract her as she slips an inquisitive finger into her diaper to check if she had been upset. “We’ll leave at night. Less likely to draw eyes and have word get back to the Institute. Practice slurring your words like a drunken sailor and you’ll fit right in with crew.”

Stone rests her head on top of Quinn’s and nods. She lets a silence linger, unsure how to describe the situation fairly. “We’ve been pushed back by organized raids. Morale is fragile.” A few pops of gun fire go off outside. They sound strangely low and small until a chest pounding boom shakes violently across entire precarious structure they were sitting in. Stone’s response is to simply pick up her head to sip her mug and stay completely unbothered by it.

Stone nearly toppled the pot at the name, face red, and eyes puffy from her tears, she smiles weakly through it and made Quinn a dribbling mug and handed it to her, then sat with her under the blanket to snuggle up with. “McKinney...” Stone said blowing the steam off her food. “The Cabots took that synth to a place that’s secure from the Institute. There must be /something/ he wants in exchange for the truth.” She takes a hard sip. “I’m sorry you had to find out that way.” She stares into her mug and did let a few more tears silently fall frim her cheeks. She wiped her nose. “I should have told you sooner. I mean I feel like I can talk with you, Quinn, like you can always talk with me, but it’s war, and war never changes. That’s your first lesson as a Paladin. It doesn’t make your words any less important. Thank you for them.” She toasts then chugs her food down to honor their memory in her own way.

At the light kiss Stone let out a laughing sob. “You know how I feel about hypocrites.” Her shoulders hiccuped, but she composed herself slowly. “I’ve had time to mourn. They’re not the first I’ve lost.” She blubbered out another nervous laugh. “The specialist tomorrow has had experience with the loungers. She’s the medic sometimes at this random settlement when she isn’t on the road and she’s agreed to meet with us in Goodneighbor. My new favorite place.” She added with sad sarcastic humor. “She can let us know how far this may go, but for now? Y-yes. I do—would like it. But is it me? Or the simulation?” She shakes her head. “I think the food’s ready. I hope it’s not too strong for you. Should we try something softer?”

Stone’s shoulders shudder with a heavy sigh, she supports herself against the stove counter welcoming Quinn’s hug, but not wanting to let her see her raw emotions. She was a Paladin. “Y-yeah. It’s still there. The simulation. Set like the anxiety you feel before a mission in my chest sometimes, but I’ve learned when it’s real and when it isn’t. That’s why I was relieved when you said you wanted me to take care of...” She stirs the pot to take her mind off it. “A drink?”

Stone had wrapped Quinn in their blanket to help keep her cozy while she had gotten up and made sure Quinn’s used diaper was tightly sealed in its wetbag before cleaning her hands and sorting through their provisions. “Well, I can do better than mush.” Stone said with some confidence in her ability to make a military ration a delicacy. “But milk is—besides, well.” She coughs hiding her face as she lights the stove that was hidden behind a large barrel she shoved away. “That synth...” Stone said, watching the pans heat up, letting them mesmerize her as she thought back. “I was fooled. She...was the only thing I had left after what had happened. I didn’t have the sense to look for any of the signs.”

Stone had her hand protectively over her stomach grinning from all the abuse, but hearing Quinn’s question she grows more serious. “We Knighted that one, ‘her’ for the same reasons we will Knight you. I need to present my case again in front of the Elder. If you don’t get demoted for another tickle infraction that is.” She pokes at Quinn’s side lightly. Just then Stone’s own stomach growls.