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Flashes of fire and violet light lit up the dusk that painted this gods-forsaken crash site in ever-deepening shadow. There were at least six of the creatures scuttling towards our platform now, and I hoped we could take out at least three of them before they reached us, but it wasn't looking very likely. These Intellect Devourers were far-more durable than one would expect a quadrupedal internal organ to be. I could tell we were hurting them, but they still charged at us despite our magical volley. I think we managed to fell one of them before the one I knocked off the platform earlier had managed to skitter its way back up. "On our right!" I called out before charging at the creature. Perhaps I could knock it off again before it gained its footing. I swung my mace, but apparently it had learned its lesson from before and dodged my blow. It lashed out with one of its claws and I managed to barely jump out of the way, but I lost my footing and almost fell off the platform to the ground below. The creature likely would have pressed its advantage and succeeded in knocking me off if Tav hadn't struck it with a firebolt. It turned its body-head towards him and let out a screech from a mouth I could not see. "I'm gonna make you wish you were never born, buddy! Or... Hatched, or whatever you do!" Tav taunted before launching another ball of flame which missed the creature by a hair's breadth. Behind him, I saw another Intellect Devourer climb up onto the platform. "Look out!" I shouted before casting Sacred Flame on the creature. It realed in pain and Tav turned his attention towards it, using his lightning attack like he had on the wolf. Unfortunately with both of our attentions fixated on that one monster, the one I had smacked before took the opportunity to lunge at me, raking a claw down my side. My body lit up with pain and I swung my mace to bat the creature away with a satisfying crunch. Filled with pain and rage I pressed the advantage and swung down on the stunned creature again and again until it no longer squealed when I hit it. Another one down. Tav's scream of pain from behind me drew my attention back to him. A second Intellect Devourer had joined the fight and evidently took him by surprise, leaving a deep gash down his back. I tried incanting Sacred Flame again, but I was breathless after my previous onslaught and the spell fizzled. Fuck, I was already so exhausted and the fight had barely just begun. My hope faded as my strength dwindled. There was no use. These creatures were far beyond our power to defeat. It would be best to just lay down and hope for a quick death. Perhaps in death, I might finally find the bliss of loss--no more pain, no more struggles, no more humiliation and shame, just the coolness of darkness and the peace of nothingness. ... ... No. NO! Shar did not bring me this far only for me to fall now! I was put here for a purpose: to deliver the Artifact to Shar. I was not going to allow these abominations to stop me! I felt a cold malice fill my bones as I rushed towards the nearest foe--the one that had struck Tav. Its back was to me, so I placed both of my hands upon its body and spoke the words that would unleash my malice in one terrible spell: Inflict Wounds. In that moment, I felt as though Shar's unfathomable distain flowed through my body and into the creature, rending an agonized screech from its maw as the purplish flesh beneath my fingertips turned black with decay. In mere seconds the creature was dead. I glanced up at Tav, who looked down at me with some combination of awe and horror, and I briefly wondered if he was now reconsidering his stance on traveling with Sharrans, before a wide grin spread across his face. "Fuck, that was badass! Can you teach me how to do that?" Before I could even begin to formulate an answer, a sudden impact knocked me off my feet. An Intellect Devourer had tackled me to the ground and now perched atop my chest. It's clawed forearms dug into my shoulders, pinning me to the ground. But that barely registered in my mind as I was currently transfixed by the creature's mouth which was now visible from this angle. Rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth lined a cavernous maw beneath its body-head. The screech it let out felt like needles in my ears and I was powerless to run from it. I squirmed and writhed beneath the creature, trying to break free, but to no avail. And just when I thought it could not get any worse, a barbed, glistening tongue slithered out if its horrific maw, poised to strike like a scorpion's tail. I was about to scream when Tav's hand suddenly wrapped itself around the tongue and he yanked the creature off of me and tossed it into one of the other Intellect Devourers. "There will be no weird tentacle bullshit while I'm here!" he said to the thrown creature before pulling me to my feet. We immediately went back-to-back to avoid being caught on our blindside again. There were still three of them left, and they had effectively encircled us, hissing and screeching to distract and disorient us. I couldn't speak for Tav, but I would not be so-easily swayed. I pointed at the one directly in front of me and casted Sacred Flame, just as I heard Tav launch a Firdbolt at one behind me and to the left, which meant the one on the right was probably going to lunge. I quickly moved to intercept it with my mace and, sure enough, it was leaping directly at Tav. I batted it out of the air and back down to the platform, but the force from the impact sent a jolt of pain through my bones and I wondered if I might have dislocated something. "Ow!" The one I had struck with Sacred Flame scratched my leg and I stumbled away from it just as Tav turned to shock it with lightning, only to get clawed by the other one behind him. I swung my mace down at it and it leapt back out of the way. But before I could raise my weapon again, its tongue lashed out and grabbed the handle of my mace, yanking it from my hand and tossing it over the ledge. Fuck! Gods damn these wretched creatures! I blasted it once again with Sacred Flame, but that didn't seem to do much beyond pissing it off even further. And now I had nothing but my bare hands to defend myself with. I felt wetness run down my leg, and I wasn't sure if it was blood or my diaper leaking. It leapt at me. Only to bounce off of a translucent wall that had appeared rather suddenly in front of me. I spun around to Tav and found him with his arms outstretched, fingertips glowing with pale blue light. He was projecting some kind of... Shield? And I could tell it was taking a toll on him. The veined in his arms and neck bulged and his body practically glistened with sweat and blood. He looked like he was just as spent as I was, if not more. All three of the Intellect Devourers bashed and clawed against the barrier, and each time they did Tav winced. My mind scrambled for a way to help--a way to use this opportunity he was giving me to save us. No such idea came. Once the barrier fell, we would both be sitting ducks. The tattoos on his arms and body began to glow a fiery orange, and I briefly wondered if that was as painful to him as the mark on my hand was for me. If so, I couldn't imagine feeling that pain across my entire body. He glanced down at his arms, then his gaze fell to me, a strange look in his eye that I couldn't quite place. It felt like it was somewhere between... Indignation and acceptance? Sadness and serenity? "Shadowheart... Good luck on your mission." I was about to question what he meant, before he shoved me as hard as he could, sending me careening off the platform. I fell backward for what felt like miles, but was of course only about ten feet or so. I was fortunate enough to land on the spongy pink ground rather than the hard chitin, but it still knocked the wind out of me and left me seeing stars. But before I had the time to wonder why he would do such a thing, a fiery explosion erupted from the platform above.

I'm sure it won't take Elena long to find out otherwise. 🤭

You have perhaps the dirtiest mind of any of my tens of fans. And I love that about you. 😉😝

Oh I know in the game there's no wolves on the beach. And that encounter actually wasn't in my original plan. But in trying to figure out when I wanted her to mess herself, I remembered she had a fear of wolves and I knew I had to use that somewhere. 🤭 Plus it was a good opportunity to have an additional fight scene besides the one I have planned for the next chapter, which I felt was important to show off Tav and Shadowheart’s combat capabilities in a less-serious situation. Fight scenes are one thing I take very seriously, and I felt I needed to work up to the Intellect Devourers to properly show the balance of power. But you'll see more of that when I post the next chapter. 😉

"Shadowheart wait up! What's your rush?" Tav called out from behind me. Oh, not much. Just the massive load of shit in my diaper that I cannot get rid of until I find my people! Desperation drove me forward like never before. I tried my best to walk normally despite every step causing the disgusting muck in my diaper to squish all over my nether regions--and I knew from experience that keeping this pace with such a Full diaper would only hasten the horrible rash I was no-doubt brewing. I HAD to get to Baldur's Gate. I HAD to! Surely it couldn't be that far. Shar would not abandon me to this fate. This... This had to be some kind of test! Yes! Shar was testing my resolve by stranding me out here in a dirty diaper. If I can just prove my dedication by pressing on, my faith will be rewarded, and I get finally get a diaper change. Tav jogged up beside me about five feet to my left. Honestly, I think I'd rather have him there than behind me, since I was unsure of whether or not my full diaper was creating a bulge in the back. "Are you sure you're okay? You're walking kinda funny." "I am not walking funny!" I snapped at him, despite the fact that he was probably right about my unfortunate diaper waddle. "I'm just... Look, it's been a long day and I'd rather not have my every movement scrutinized by someone I just met, okay!?" "Alright, alright! Sorry!" He said, and we both fell into silence for a bit. That was fine by me, I had nothing to say to him or anyone else who wasn't a Sharran who could change me out of this horridly gross diaper. "Sooooo," Tav began, and I gave him a warning glare out of the side of my eye. "Are we gonna talk about what happened on the beach?" I really was not in the mood to be reminded of that horrid incident... But he *had* saved my life, and if we were to continue traveling together for any length of time, I suppose this secret wasn't practical to keep. "I don't like wolves." I stated, not even looking over at him. He didn't say anything immediately. And just when I thought he might drop the conversation, he opened his stupid mouth again. "Seriously? Of all the terrible monsters in this world, *wolves* are what you're most-afraid of?" I shot him an angered, icy look. "I had a traumatic experience a child which I do NOT wish to discuss, got it?" He held his hands up in surrender. "Understood. I just wanted to make sure I knew what to expect if we ran into, I dunno, some goblins or trolls or bandits or something. After nearly having my throat ripped out, I don't know that I'll be quite as eager to play the hero next time." The subtle accusation stung a bit, but I cannot say it wasn't deserved. I hadn't been very useful in that fight, and he nearly died because of my hesitance to act. "Thank you... For saving me back there. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there." "I do: You would've been wolf chow." I glared at him for a moment, before cracking a slight smirk. "I'm not used to my traveling companions having the penchant for verbal sparing you have. It's... Refreshing." "For real? I just say whatever comes to my mind. Sometimes I get a laugh, sometimes I get smacked, sometimes I get banished from a remote religious community for making fun of the village elder's hat. But really you shoulda SEEN the thing! It was like one of those pointy pope hats, but with horns at the-" We turned a corner and both stopped dead in our tracks at the sight before us. The rocky terrain of the canyon we had been traversing gave way to pink fibrous membranes and dark grey chitin. It was exactly like the Mind Flayer ship's interior. Had the ship crash-landed here? Or at least part of it? And if that wasn't bad enough, as we were taking in the scene, a creature that looked like a brain with arms and legs skittered off further ahead. Had it seen us? "That was an Intellect Devourer." Tav said. "What? How do you know what they're called?" "I learned a few things on that ship while I was escaping, mostly by telepathy. I have a feeling they won't be very friendly towards us, even though we may carry their cousins in our heads." I grimaced at the thought. "We'd best be cautious, then. If we can sneak by them, maybe we won't have to get into another fight so soon." "You'll hear no arguments from me. So what's our plan? Also is it just me or does it smell like shit out here? It didn't smell this way back on the ship." I ignored that last part and whispered a new incantation--Blessing of the Trickster, it was called. Once I did, my entire body--skin, armor, clothing and all--began to change color, shifting to a darker hue akin to the midnight sky. The sun was starting to dip down over the cliffs that surrounded us, so my magical camouflage would hopefully help me to avoid detection. "Whoa... That's cool as fuck! Can you do me next?" "Unfortunately no," I told him, my voice slightly muffled. The spell not only cloaked my visage in shadow, it also dulled any noise I might make to further aid in my stealth attempts. "I can only keep this blessing up on a single person at a time. I'll lead the way, you follow behind... But not too close." Last thing I needed right now was to worry about him locating the source of the stench. Plus if there were any of those Intellect Devourers in our path, I could likely sneak up on it and hopefully end it with my mace before it even knew I was there. We crept forward slowly, passing from the hard tan rocky soil to the unnervingly squishy pink floor. There was a fairly straight path beyond the wreckage, but it was far too open. Even with my blessing there's no chance we'd get through without being spotted by the Devourers. However, I spotted several chitinous platforms jutting out around the edge of this hellish site. I motioned to Tav that we'd be taking the high ground and he gave me a thumbs-up. Sneaking to the nearest platform was a simple-enough task. Climbing up onto it was a bit tougher. I swear, it almost felt like the sheer mass of my full diaper was weighing me down, although I felt like that was a bit ridiculous. I waited for Tav to climb up before leaping to the next platform, which was separated by about a five-foot gap and was elavated about three-feet higher than the one we were standing on. I wasn't the most acrobatic sort, but I managed to make the jump despite my... Impediment. Tav also made the jump without issue. Unfortunately our luck was bound to run out eventually. As I crept towards the other side of the platform, a pink claw grabbed the ledge I was approaching. Shit! One of those creatures was climbing up here! I readied my mace just as it was pulling itself up onto the topside of the ledge and swung down with all my might. Perhaps if I could end the creature in one blow it wouldn't be able to alert the others. A sickening squelch resounded from the impact of my mace upon the creature's... Body? Head? Was there a difference? And it fell like a stone to the membranous floor ten-feet below us. I looked back at Tav, who was now ducked down like I was, holding completely still. We waited. One heartbeat, two heartbeats. A shrieking squeal rang out directly below us. Apparently my blow had not quite felled the monster and it was now raising the alarm. We both looked out into the open space of the crash site as several Intellect Devourers began skittering towards us. "Well, we tried it your way. Time for plan B." Tav said before igniting his hand and throwing a bolt of flame at one of the monsters below us. I dispelled Blessing of the Trickster and readied myself for battle. It seemed we would have to fight our way out after all.

Fear. Terror. Utter panic overtook me. Why did it have to be wolves!? Ever since that night in the forest as a child, when the followers of Shar saved me from being eaten, I have been *terrified* of wolves. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. Well, one part of me had no trouble moving: my bowels. I felt my guts emptying into the seat of my diaper, but it barely even registered in my mind. I was too focused on the rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth, the yellow-red eyes full of malice and hunger, and the vicious growl that seemed to vibrate my very bones. I wanted to fight, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, but all I could do was tremble as and expel pile after pile of shit into my diaper. Maybe if I smelled badly enough the wolves would leave me alone? Probably too much to hope for. In my peripheral vision I saw Tav glance my way, though I could not dicern his face. I hated that he saw me like this, so vulnerable and afraid. As a follower of Shar I should be better at concealing my emotions. But when it came to wolves I could do no concealing, only trembling. The three wolves stalked closer to us, our backs to the water. Cornered. Trapped. Helpless, just like I was in that forest all those years ago. This was the end. This would be how I died--torn apart by wolves, the Artifact left for whoever happened upon my corpse. I had failed. I failed lady Shar and this was my proper fate. My life had been spared all those years ago, and now I was about to die the very same way I should have died as a child. Tears stung my eyes before streaming down my cheeks. I deserved nothing better than to be a feast for beasts. Just then, Tav stepped up between the wolves and myself. Was he protecting me? "Sorry doggos, dinner's CANCELED!" he said just as a column of flames shot from his hands towards the wolves, replacing the menacing growls with the pained canine cries. Everything in front of me felt like it was playing out in slowmotion. With Tav standing between the source of my terror and myself, the fear loosened it's hold on me enough to gasp in a gulp of air, rejuvenating my aching lungs. I hadn't even been aware that I was holding my breath. One of the wolves ran off to the left, engulfed in flames. While I couldn't see the one that had been in the center of the pack--Tav obscured my line of sight on it, I assumed it recieved the brunt of the embers and likely would would not be getting up. But the one of the right darted under the flames and pounced on Tav, knocking him on his back and landing right in front of me. I leapt backward away from the beast as it fell on Tav, but it wasn't coming for me, it was going for him. His arm wedged under the beast's neck was the only thing stopping its attempts to go for Tav's neck. I had to do something, or else the wolf would no-doubt come for me next. But the notion of drawing my mace and charging at it was unthinkable and caused my knees to buckle together. But perhaps... Perhaps I didn't need to approach it to end the creature? I pointed a trembling finger at the wolf and muttered the incantation for Sacred Flame, mentally praying to Shar that my fear would not impede my speech. Violet light struck the wolf, causing it to yelp and leap to the side and off of Tav. I did it! Ha! Take that you damned mutt! My celebration was cut short when the creature recovered from my unexpected strike and snarled at me. Eyes like amber pools of burning hatred melted my resolve in an instant. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. I was too petrified to do either. But before the monster could lunge at me, Tav rolled to his feet and stretched out his hand mere inches from the wolf's face, before arcs of lightning lashed out from his fingertips. "Just... Fucking... Die!" he croaked out through labored breath. White-hot arcs of energy leapt from Tav's hand and traveled through the wolf's body until the creature's legs suddenly gave out and it collapsed. All was silent, Save for the thrumming of my heart in my ears. I couldn't tell if seconds were passing by, or minutes. Two wolves lie dead before us, and the third would not be returning, if it still lived. These are things I knew logically, and yet the mere sight of the wolves' still forms still incited a frightened me at an instinctual, primal level. "Looks like we got 'em." Tav said, standing from his position on the ground. My eyes trailed over his body, spying several claw marks that now began to trickle blood. "Thanks for the assist with that last one." I swallowed hard past the lump still lodged in my throat. "You're... Welcome." I managed. But really, I felt deeply ashamed of my behavior in that fight. Tav did nearly everything all on his own. He unflinchingly stood up to the trio of beasts and set them all aflame. All while I just stood here quivering like a lost child, helpless. But that wasn't the only source of my shame. My face went even paler when I felt the mess in the back of my diaper shift with my movements. I couldn't even reach back to Inspect the damage, not that I even wanted to know. Fuck fuck FUCK! This could NOT be happening to me!!! "What's wrong? Is there another one!?" He spun around, searching for threats. My chest tightened with the weight of my predicament, my emotions still frayed after the encounter with the wolves. I felt I could cry and scream and curse the day I was born. Why was all of this happening to me? What had I done to deserve such humiliation? "We need to get to Baldur's Gate." I said assertively before marching off further inland, giving Tav a wide enough birth that he would hopefully not smell my dirty diaper, and trying not to waddle despite the considerable pile of shit sagging between my legs.

Ch.3 I drew my mace and advanced towards him. "How DARE to read MY memories! I should crack your skull open for that!" "Fuck! I'm sorry, it was an accident! I wasn't trying to-YIKE!" He ducked under my swing and staggered backwards before I could bring my mace back around. "An accident!?" I scoffed. "You expect me to believe that!?" "Yes!" he pleaded, dodging another strike. "My magic does wild shit all the time! Last week I sneezed and grew a beard of feathers!" I stayed my hand from swinging again. For some reason, I believed him. Probably because he was far too dim-witted to attempt such an elaborate lie. I pointed my finger at him as I had earlier whilst demonstrating Sacred Flame, the implied threat clear. "What did you see in my mind?" "Nothing! Well, that is to say I didn't *see* anything. I *heard* someone saying a prayer to Shar. And along with it came emotions of reverence, respect, and maybe a twinge of fear. So I'm guessing she was some kind of maternal figure to you?" Well, he wasn't wrong. "Anything else?" He shook his head "That's all, I swear." I lowered my hand. "Is your magic always so unpredictable?" "You have no idea." He said, and I could feel the sorrow in his voice. If he only knew just how intimately familiar I was with the price of power--a price I would be paying for quite heavily the longer I was away from the Sharran Temple, if my already-damp diaper was any indication. "So," I began "You now know that I worship Shar. What will you do with this knowledge?" He shrugged. "I dunno? Should I do anything in particular?" "Most would rather not keep company with Shar worshippers. If you wish to part ways, I will understand." Strangely, I wasn't sure if I actually wanted him to leave. It would certainly be easier to find our way to Baldur's Gate together, but I had a feeling my... Secret... Would become much-harder to hide soon. And that knowledge caused a pit in my stomach to form. "Part ways? Why?" he asked. "Because you worship one of those 'Evil' gods? I actually have pretty unorthodox views on that matter: I don't believe in Good and Evil." I raised an eyebrow at him. "How does one not *believe* in Good and Evil?" "I mean it's all a matter of perspective." he said. "Whats good for the lion is chaos to the lamb, y'know?" Huh. I was actually a bit stunned by such an eloquent answer from this idiot. He continued "I've known priests of Lathander who would sooner spit on you than help you, and I've known murderous cutthroats who would give you their last coin if you were starving. I imagine it's the same with gods--either their goals align with yours or they don't. That doesn't necessarily make them good or bad." "That's an... Interesting perspective." I admitted. "I would not have expected such an enlightened viewpoint from you, no offense." "None taken." he said. "I don't know a whole lot about Shar. She's a Night goddess, right? Well I happen to enjoy nighttime. Great for sleeping, great for parties with a big bonfire. If that's her domain, she's alright in my book." I couldn't hold back a slight chuckle, shaking my head. "You may be an naive idiot, but... You seem to have retained a childlike wonder about the world. I suppose there are worse qualities than that." It wasn't as though I admired him, goodness no. But I was certainly beginning to find him... Entertaining, at the very least. A sudden growling sound to my right drew our attention further up the bank of the shore. Three wolves had found us.

Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am. 🤣 Normally I avoid any kind of fanfiction like the plague (no shame in it, mind you. Just usually not my thing). I can't even remember what possessed me to check it out, but I'm super glad I did because ever since then my inspiration to write has been at a record high. 😁 ... Might partially be because I haven't had a D&D session in a few months and BG3 scratches that itch for me. 😅 Will post the next chapter later today. 😊

Ch.2 We explored the beach for about an hour searching for my pack or anything else that could be useful to us. I found a mace with fairly good heft that I could use in combat. Tav found a leather bag with a few supplies in it; a dagger, some rope, a half-full water skin, and a few rations. All of which he, surprisingly, had no hesitation robbing from a corpse. "What? It's not like he's gonna need it anymore." he defended. And he was right in that regard. Still, the ease he took in defiling the departed was a little unnerving. With every minute that passed us, my hopes of finding my pack dwindled. And with it came a sickening dread about the predicament I was in. I was stuck in this diaper until I could find a spare one to change into. And even if we did find one, I needed a Sister to help- The brand on my right hand sent a sharp pain through my arm, followed by a sudden warming in my crotch, forcing me to stop in my tracks. I looked down at myself, silently praying that my diaper would hold. "You okay back there?" Tav asked. Whether it was concern or merely curiosity in his voice, I could not be sure. My cheeks reddened a touch. Dammit. Dammit all to the nine hells. "Ugghhh, this is pointless!" I shouted. "My pack is nowhere to be found, we're wasting our time out here when we should be trying to get to Baldur's Gate." "Why Baldur's Gate?" he asked. Shit. I should not have said that. Obviously I cannot tell him the real reason--that I need to get to the Temple of Shar in Baldur's Gate so that I can deliver the artifact... And get out of this damned diaper. "Umm... It's the most likely place we'll find a healer who can solve our tadpole problem." He took a few steps closer, eyebrows raised. "That's a pretty flimsy reason to namedrop Baldur's Gate specifically. What are you not telling me, Shadowheart?" I darkened my eyes, resting my hand upon my mace. "Choose your next words carefully, Tav." He stopped advancing towards me."You're not the friendliest girl around, are you?" "No I'm not. Thank you for noticing." He smiled "And witty! You'll make some unlucky guy out there very miserable someday." "Are you volunteering? I can think of several ways of making you very miserable indeed." He paused and looked back and forth. "Just to be clear, are we flirting right now? I was never very good at picking up signals." I actually laughed out loud "Flirting? With you? I'd sooner be caught kissing a toad than entertain the affections of a man so odious and insufferable as you!" "Hey, I'll have you know I'm plenty sufferable! And... I don't actually know what odious means." I sighed in exasperation. "How did I manage to get stuck with the dumbest man in all of Faerun? Do you even possess any talents apart from a penchant for irritation?" I expected another idiotic retort. Instead, he held out his right hand and flames crackled to life in his palm. "You're not the only one with magic tricks." I gave him an indignant look. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" He closed his fist, extinguishing the flame. "I dunno, maybe? Do you come across many Sorcerers in your social circles?" then before I could be bothered to dismiss his question, he added "Say, what flavor of magic do you bring to the table anyway? Arcane? Divine? Or where you just born with a little something extra like me?" I felt my blood begin to boil at the insolence of this man. "That is for me to know and for you to never find ou-" My words were cut off by a splitting pain in my head, sharp and intense enough to nearly make my knees buckle. My vision blurred and a deafening din filled my ears, but only briefly before warping and filtering into a voice. A very familiar voice--Mother Superior from back at the temple. "Blessed Nightsinger, witness our adoration. See how we serve you, only you. We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods. We have vanquished your foes. In darkness, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors. Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory. Shar's will shall be done. As sure as night will fall." It was a prayer she lead us in every day. A prayer branded into our tender minds from our days of youth. Why was I hearing it now? My senses returned. I was still standing on the beach with Tav, who appeared to have suffered a similar mental ordeal by the way he was clutching his head. "Ohhhhhhh you're a Cleric of Shar! That explains the secrecy." My mouth dropped open. How did he... It all became clear instantly. He had used magic to scour my memories for the answer he desired. He had probed the depths of my mind without a care for my consent. Such violation would not go unpunished!

Hi all! Wannatripbaby here. So this is my first crack at fanfiction, and I gotta say, it's a lot harder than I expected! 😅 I got the idea for this story after reading a different Shadowheart story here on this site (which I will link in a comment below). While this isn't meant to be a direct sequel, that story can function as a sort of prequel to this one. Enjoy! ******* As I opened my eyes and darkness gave way to white-hot, blinding sunlight, I found myself looking up into the eyes of a stranger. I squinted, letting his features come into focus. He was a young man with short, wavy blond hair. Slightly-pointed ears suggested he was at least half Elf. He was dressed plainly in a brown leather, fur-lined vest that did little to hide the strange tattoos that ran down his arms, around his torso and halfway up his neck. “Hey, you're awake! Finally!” he said. I blinked at him. What was he… The Artifact! My body shot up into a sitting position, which caused my head to pound at the rush of blood. The Artifact, a dodecahedron about the size of one's fist, was lying in the sand directly to my left. I scrambled to grab it, practically pouncing on it despite my disorientation and the stiffness in my limbs. “Whoa! Calm down, lady!” he said, ”I'm not gonna steal your… Say, what is that thing anyway?” “It's none of your business!” I sneered at him. “Now who are you, and… wait… You were on the ship!” He squinted at me “Oh hey! You were in one of those pod things! Glad you made it out.” He smiled at me. The nerve of this man! “Certainly no thanks to you! You ran right past me with that Githyanki savage!” “Uhhhhh, do I look like an expert Mind Flayer technology!? I have no idea how their stuff fucking works!” he exclaimed, “I could've just as likely exploded your brain as freed you! Plus I was a *little* preoccupied with my own survival at the time!” My shoulders sagged a bit “I guess you have a point…” He went from indignant to smiling again instantly. “Good. Glad we agreed on that.” He paused for a moment, “Say uhhhh, did they happen to put a ummm…” he pointed at his eye. I shuddered at the memory. “A Mind Flayer tadpole? Yes, they did.” “Damn.” he said “Well, since we're both infected with weird alien squid babies, what do you say we try and find a town or something where they can hopefully cure us?” I bristled at his phrasing, but he did make a point. We should probably try to find… An all-too-familiar bulk between my legs reminded me of an even-more-pressing issue. I was still wearing my… And there weren't any other Sisters nearby to help me change my… No no no no no no! Lady of Loss preserve me! “What's wrong!?” He apparently saw the look of alarm on my face and was glancing around frantically, trying to assess the area for threats. “I uhhhhh…” I bit my bottom lip.” M-my pack. It had some… I need something from it…” Even if I had my pack from when I was taken, what good would it do me without one of my Sisters here to help me?” “Hate to break it to ya, but I don't think the squid people kept our luggage around.” he rubbed at his wrists. “But hey, maybe it fell out of the ship somewhere nearby? We could look for it together?” “No!” I shouted. I couldn't let him see what I was carrying. “... I mean, thank you, but I am perfectly capable of searching for it on my own.” He raised an eyebrow at my sudden outburst “two eyes are better than one, you know? Errr, I mean four eyes. You know what I meant. Plus I don't think either of us should go alone. It's dangerous.” I shifted my eyes back and forth across the sand. He was right. We were both unarmed. I had my armor, and my magic--although he had no way of knowing that. But I had never had to defend myself alone. For that matter, I'd never traveled alone at all... For good reason. But how could I travel with a stranger? What if he learned of my... Secret? "Fine, I suppose it would be best for us to travel together... For a while." "Awesome!" he said. "By the way, my name's Tav. Yours would be...?" I raised a hand for him to help me off the ground "Shadowheart." He pulled me to my feet "Seriously? Alright, if you say so." I balked at his tone "and just what do you mean by that!?" He shrugged "It's fine, you don't have to tell me your real name if you don't want to." I narrowed my eyes at him, mouth agape at his sheer audacity. "Shadowheart *is* my real name!" He raised his hands as if in surrender. "Whatever you say. Also my real name isn't Tav, its Darkblade Murderdeath." I pointed a finger towards him and whispered the incantation for Sacred Flame, and a moment later a column of violet light singed the ground at his feet, causing him to jump back "Shit! Okayokayokay your real name is Shadowheart!!!" I grinned at him, satisfied. "Good, and don't you forget it, elsewise next time I will not miss." "Duely noted" he said, "I will try not to give you reason to Smite me, O' mighty smiter." He turned to lead the way further down the beach, and I used the opportunity to take stock of the padded bulk beneath my trousers. It didn't appear too visible from the outside. That was good, at least. And I didn't feel wet... Yet. Whatever happens, I must ensure this stranger--this Tav--never finds out that I'm wearing a diaper... Or that I am unable to change myself. You can find the story that gave me the idea for this one here: https://www.deviantart.com/redsabdlcreations/art/1032086335 And here it is on DD by the person who commissioned it:

Also I gotta say: the idea of Shar--the Lady of Loss--causing Shadowheart to lose her potty training is such a brilliant premise for an ABDL fanfic that I wish I'd thought of it and wrote it. 🤣

Bet she's wishing her High Elf Cantrip was Prestidigitation instead of a nigh-useless Firebolt. 🤭 That would make clean-up a snap! 😅

I mean, she kinda walked into that one. 🤭

Is there more of this coming or are you leaving it open-ended so your readers can let their imaginations run wild? 🤭

Now is that any way to speak to one's baby sister? 🙄😅

So. Messy diapers. We all love 'em, right? But not all of us love dealing with them after we're done with the ruined garments. I always wrap them in triple grocery bags before throwing them away in the garbage bag I have in my room, but even that sometimes isn't enough to prevent smells from escaping, leading to a sudden trip to the dump. Well, one day I was at work, cleaning a rather nasty toilet, and Inspiration hit me: could toilet bowl cleaner help cut down the smell? So, the next few times I had a messy diaper, I squired a liberal amount of the stuff into the diaper before wrapping it up and disposing of it in my usual way. And I think it worked pretty well? I don't have a very strong sense of smell, so it's hard for me to. Judge just how effective this method is. But I had 3 poopy diapers in my garbage bag at the same time and my GF (whom I share a bedroom with) never complained. So... Success? I'd love to hear if other people have tried this and if it works as well as I think it does. 😅

That's the thing, I don't know yet! 😅 I had some vague ideas for how she enjoys these things, but not the why. And I won't really know those things until I get into her headspace and think her thoughts and feel her feelings. My writing process is... A little intense. 😅

Fun fact: I originally had a competely different idea for how I wanted this story to end. 😅 I was going to all the stuff up until the sex scene, then skip forward a couple weeks and have Grace try the diapers as well and end up enjoying them from a completely different perspective than Aaron. You remember the little tidbits about her exhibitionist streak and the public masterbation? Yeah, she was gonna find that diapers can be used for those fetishes very effectively. 😈 Now there's a few reasons I decided not to go that route: #1: I was losing steam on my writing and wanted to end this story so I could focus on other projects. #2: I originally set out to tell a story about finding acceptance from your partner when you have this fetish, and I felt that having the climax be about her trying diapers and loving it would kinda change the theme I was going for. #3: I think that story would be better-told from Grace's perspective, and I didn't wanna switch POV after so many chapters through Aaron's eyes. #4: because of all of the above reasons, it would work better as a sequel to this story, rather than as its climax. At the moment I have no plans to immediately continue with these characters. I'm gonna let them rest and do some other projects before considering revisiting them. I just wanted to share how this story evolved and unfolded in my mind as I wrote it. 😅

I actually won't mess my diaper UNLESS I get to sit in it for a while. 🤤 Gotta make the clean-up worth it. 😅

Ah, employing a little reverse psychology back on her sister, eh? Surely this will not inadvertently lead to her digging an even deeper hole for herself. 🤭

Oh wow! That sounds intense! And I am particularly proud of this sex scene. I've never written a Full-on sex scene before, and this turned out better than I was hoping for. 😁 Indeed it will, but alas, only in our imaginations as this story has come to a close. ... For now. 😜

It was hard to tell which one of us was dragging the other towards the bedroom. We both kept stopping every few feet to push the other against the nearest wall or piece of furniture for rather aggressive kisses. I'd pin her against the wall and press my lips to hers, she'd reach down and squish my soggy diaper making my knees go weak and allowing her to slip from my grasp. It was a game we played from time to time, but this time it felt… Different. More intense, maybe. I was drawn towards her like a magnet to steel. When we finally made it to the bedroom, she had managed to get the upper hand and pushed me down onto the bed back-first. When I looked up into her wild eyes I was practically vibrating with what I knew was coming. She climbed on top of me, settled her crotch against my diaper, and started grinding her hips against mine. And if her weight pressing all that squishiness against my cock wasn't enough to make me practically dizzy with arousal, the little mewl of pleasure that escaped her lips was enough to completely unravel me. Oh. My. Fucking. God. She ground her crotch into mine several times until she apparently found the perfect angle to give her what she needed. The catch in her breath and the look of pleasure in her face almost sent me over the edge right there. “That feels… Interesting.” she breathed out, low and hoarse and husky. I think I might die tonight. “O-oh really n-now?” was all I could manage. Whatever part of my brain was normally in charge of speech was currently far too focused on the sensations originating in my diaper to worry about formulating proper sentences. She gazed down at me, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “You're not gonna cum all over yourself before I get a chance to feel you inside of me, are you?” I couldn't tell if she was joking or legitimately concerned about a premature end to this incredible encounter. I chose to believe the former. “I uhhhh, I make no promises.” I chuckled to make sure she knew I was mostly joking, but honestly even I wasn't sure how long I could hold out under this kind of stimulation. I think she sensed my slight anxiety about that and decided to nip it in the bud. “Well if that happens, You'll just have to find some other way to satisfy me tonight.” She brushed her thumb over my lips to give me an idea of the “other way” I might utilize. I nodded quickly, more than happy to agree to such a deal. Grace sat up and readjusted herself on top of my diaper, no-doubt reveling in my reaction. “I don't think I've seen you this worked up since I took your V-card.” She was not wrong. I was so nervous and flustered our first time–first several times, honestly–that I probably resembled a teenager. And I was just as flustered now by having my secret fantasies indulged. In a way, it was almost just as significant as losing my virginity. Although I certainly couldn't articulate that right now. She pulled her shirt off over her head, releasing her kick-ass rack from its cotton prison. I took her cue and lifted my back off the bed enough to remove my own shirt as she shimmied out of her pants and panties all at once. I was about to ask if she wanted me to take off the diaper so we'd both be naked, when she once again lowered her body on top of me and rubbed her pussy against my soggy padding. “Hhrrrrroohhh gods…” she moaned into my ear, echoing my own sentiments. I felt like I was on fire from head to toe, but with a flame that burned with pleasure instead of pain. I gasped for breath and I wasn't sure if it was from the sheer intensity of the sensations, or if I had actually forgotten to breathe for the past minute or two. That gasp seemed to stir something in Grace and she ground her hips against mine even harder, a groan tearing its way past her lips. That in turn seemed to ignite a burning desire inside of me. I desire to please her and take joy in her pleasure. To make her scream. To make her mine. I raked my fingernails down her back, all the way down to her butt before gripping her ass tight and pulling her against me as I thrusted my diapered crotch up at her. The cry of surprise she let out turned into ragged breaths as she bucked her hips against mine. “Aaron!” She managed to squeak out at a nearly inaudible pitch as the pleasure overtook her and choked out any attempt at words. I dug my nails deeper into her flesh. I knew she liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and that usually I was a bit too soft for her liking. But it was like something in me had snapped and turned me completely wild. I leaned my head up to her neck, and a kiss turned into a bite. Her own nails dug into my arm, as if holding on for dear life. I could tell my sudden voracious demeanor was taking her by surprise. I could also tell that she was fucking loving it. Good. Because I wasn't gonna stop. I didn't know if I could stop if I wanted to. It was like a primal force of carnal lust had possessed me and was driving me to do everything Grace ever wanted me to do. At least, I hoped that was the case. Only one way to find out. Knowing Grace's kink for having her hair pulled, I reached up and grabbed a fistful just above the back of her neck and tugged her to the side. She yelped in surprise and rolled over, only to have me roll on top of her in much the same position she had been in mere moments before. “Fuck, I can't believe that worked.” I said aloud, no doubt with a stupid grin plastered on my face. If Grace found my comment amusing, she didn't show it. She simply continued to gaze up at me, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. I felt the need to just make absolutely 100% sure that what I was doing and where I was going was acceptable. “You good?” I whispered, as if that somehow meant it was to be taken as something outside of the “scene” as it were. She nodded vigorously, her eyes slightly wild as if just realizing that I really had just done all of that to her. My hand was still under her head gripping her hair, so all at once I crashed my lips into hers, tightened my grip on her hair, and ground my diapered crotch against her. Her arms practically flailed behind my back before her nails found purchase in my flesh, although thankfully without piercing the skin. When I finally broke the kiss to let us both catch a breath, I reached my free hand down between her legs. A whimper caught in her throat as, without breaking eye contact, I parted her lips and sunk two fingers inside of her. Her eyes and mouth slammed shut as she barely managed to contain a scream desperate to escape her throat. She was fucking soaked. I pumped my fingers back and forth a few times with absolutely no resistance or friction to slow me down. Which of course caused her to writhe beneath me like I had just electrocuted her. “FUCK!” She finally half-gasped, half-cried out when she couldn't hold back her voice any longer. I had to stop myself from saying “Oh I intend to” and risking spoiling the mood. I released my grip on her hair, retracted my other hand from her pussy, and immediately started tearing the tapes of my diaper. I didn't miss how her breath quickened at the sound of the diaper being removed since she knew what that would mean. I ripped the diaper off a bit less-neatly than I usually would have and haphazardly tossed it to the side. I'd deal with it later. With the only thing standing between us now out of the way, I did not hesitate a second to bury my cock deep inside her. Immediately her arms wrapped themselves tightly around me as I felt her whole body clench and shudder. Her warm tightness enveloped my dick so perfectly, and after all the teasing all night I was so acutely sensitive. Every sensation felt like it had been magnified tenfold. “Ffuuuuucckkkk” I growled in her ear, which only caused her to clench around me again. I felt like I could explode at any second. But I was torn between wanting to fuck her hard and getting the release I so desperately needed, and drawing this out for as long as possible. I slowly eased my way out and back in, feeling her slickness coat my cock more and more with each pump. I kept doing that, stopping only when I felt her pussy grip my cock like a vice as her body spasmed beneath me. She was cumming back to back already and I felt like we'd barely even started yet. “Aaron, please!” she pleaded, the desperation in her voice unmistakable. That was all the encouragement I needed. “Your wish is my command, my love.” and with that, I started fucking her in earnest. My pace picked up and I found just the right spot and angle that gave me the perfect amount of stimulation. After that, it did not take long for me to come crashing over the Edge of my own mind-shattering orgasm. I gripped onto Grace as tightly as I could as I spilled inside her, each spasm feeling better than the last. I felt like it went on forever, over and over and over again. When my cock was finally spent and I collapsed on top of Grace, all either of us could do was breathe hard. We had no words. We needed no words. All we needed was each other. All I needed was this woman, forever and ever for the rest of my life. ******************* “Fuuuuuck that was… Fuck.” Grace said rather eloquently. We were still tangled up together in bed. I had pulled the blankets overtop of us and we had just been snuggled up together for… I dunno, a while I guess? For once I wasn't really paying attention to the time. For once, I had no thoughts. I was completely and utterly at peace in my mind and body. “You can say that again.” I said sarcastically. She half-heartedly slapped my chest in protest to my wit. But she was still too-out of it to hold a grudge. “I'm gonna make you wear diapers more often if it leads to you fucking me like that.” she mumbled, still only partially coherent. I squeezed her tight against me. “I don't know what came over me. It was all just… Wow.” It seemed neither of us had all our mental faculties at the moment. But I didn't care one bit. ”Thank you. For everything tonight.” “Mmm, you're welcome.” she giggle-mumbled, nuzzling against my side. We stayed that way for a while, perfectly content in each other's arms. I'd never been more happy in my entire life, and this was just the beginning. I didn't have to hide anything anymore. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I had to be the luckiest man on earth. “I need to pee and get cleaned up.” Grace finally said, climbing out from beneath the covers, still naked and beautiful as ever. “K.” I responded. “Oh hey, watch out for my-” An audible squish from beneath her foot as she hopped off the bed indicated my warning was about a second too late. “...Your diaper. Yeah, thanks for the heads up.” She said with a cringe. I slid down a tiny bit further beneath the covers. “I love you?” Her face softened into a smile. “I love you too.” THE END

Oh hey, I think I remember that site. Used to go there lokking for stories all the time. 😅

... Would you believe me if I said that was a complete accident and I didn't even realize it until you just pointed it out? 🤣