Lionsheart

Chapter 13: Brainwashed Zoey woke up profusely sweating from an orgasm. She rolled onto her side to grab water from how parched she was. She shifted to feel her diaper fully soaked and saw the time was 7AM. Zoey got up and took a shower, placing her wet diaper in the garbage. It seemed her dreams were becoming more and more real feeling. She remembered the details of the dream in fine detail. Zoey was almost annoyed with herself that she was constantly horny now, it was really problemsome from how she could barely contain it. The dreams mixed with Dr. Grey slowly babying her more and more was turning her into mush and she wanted to say she hated it… yet it was the most alive she ever felt. She wanted Dr. Grey in more ways than one. She wanted him to baby her, to hold her, to fuck her and to love her. She wanted to know more about him and for him to know her body. It was almost an obsession Zoey had with him, diapers and baby things. She knew it was a fetish at this point and wouldn’t have it any other way. Zoey was in her own little world when she went to breakfast, sitting near Ivy who’s last day would be in two days. Trident was outside for his morning swim and it left only Zoey with Ivy. Ivy ate her cereal, eyes looking over to timid Zoey who was keeping to herself, “Hey.” Zoey looked up from her cinnamon roll to Ivy who’s eyes were burning into her, “Hey.” She said, feeling like she was for once pulled out of her constant state of thoughts encircling her mind about diapers, Dr. Grey and what they would do. “I’m sorry for the other week.” Ivy paused, loathing her need to apologize, “I don’t apologize much so don’t take it lightly.” She said quickly, eyes darting away from Zoey and then back. Zoey frowned, “I’m sorry for electrocuting you, really. Even if you don’t believe it.” “I’ll get over it at some point.” Ivy said, offering a wink and a small smile, “I’ll be leaving in a few days and we have a lot in common that I think we shouldn’t hate each other if I leave here.” Zoey shrugged, “Like… what that we have in common?” She was perplexed by what Ivy meant. “We hate the Agency, tampered with Power X, and got sent here to the brainwash doctor.” She said, head tilting to Zoey. “Brainwash doctor?” Zoey blurted, blinking in confusion. “Shhhh.” Ivy hushed Zoey, looking behind her as if he were near. She looked back to Zoey with piercing green eyes, “Why do you think you don’t want to leave here, idiot?” Zoey looked down at the white marble table in confusion, trying to think why she liked the beach house so much when she didn’t do much outside of reading, being diapered and artwork, “I just…” She tilted her head, thinking of Dr. Grey and how much she was falling for him. She didn’t think that was brainwash… to her knowledge. “Exactly. Haven’t you seen his purple eyes in sessions?” “No, I guess not…” Zoey said. It was the moment the switch flipped for Zoey… She gasped, covering her hand with her mouth and the dots aligning to her beginning these erotic dreams about diapers since the start of being here. Those were out of her character, yet she couldn’t say she hated them. Quite honestly, she loved the dreams and this newfound fetish that she wanted more of. Why did she like the idea that even if Dr. Grey was manipulating her it made her more attracted to him? She was his puppy he could play with all day if he wanted too. “Why are you blushing? Are you not pissed about this? Dr. Grey isn’t even his real name Zoey.” Ivy said in a hushed voice, eyes serious and scrutinizing. Zoey shrugged, “I- uh… what’s his real name?” She had no lies to tell, her face may have said it all. “Dr. Mastermind. From things I’ve heard, he’s like really dangerous and called the Puppet Master of Supers, Zoey.” Ivy looked disgusted as she said this, as if she were plotting to leave and turn in Dr. Mastermind. Zoey tilted her head to the table again, eyes studying the marble vines in thought… Why did that turn her on more? This new information didn’t change anything for Zoey. If she was his puppet, she’d gladly be that without question. Rather, she’d be his baby. At least he played with her she wouldn’t mind… As scared as Ivy seemed with a flicker of fear in her eyes, Zoey couldn’t help but meet Ivy’s eyes with a flicker of excitement. Was it fucked up and twisted of Zoey? It was and she embraced her dark and twisted side. It may have been as dark and twisted as Dr. Mastermind’s.

12: Squirming & Properly Diapered Zoey woke up in a sweat that following Monday morning to another full-blown orgasm and very wet sheets. She got up and couldn’t believe her full GoodNite that had leaked everywhere. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered as she ran to the bathroom and showered first. She gathered her sheets and looked at the clock to see it was 6:50AM. She cursed under her breath, knowing that Dr. Grey usually was in the gym around that time. How was she going to get out of wearing padding after this? He gave her a pull-up during the day, would this mean diapers next? She didn’t want to think about that, it made her uncomfortably hot and bothered imagining her wearing those at night. Zoey grabbed the sheets and went down the stairs to the laundry room, quickly passing the gym and knowing there was an 80% chance he’d show. Zoey put her wet pajama bottoms in the sink and stuffed her sheets in the washer. She saw out of the corner of her eye Dr. Grey come into the room. “I separated the colors from the white this time!” She said in a hushed voice since it was still early. He smiled warmly, yet his eyes were serious, “Good girl.” His words made her flush from her chest down to her lower abdomen. “Did you wear your GoodNites to bed?” He asked, interrogating her as if she may be in trouble for not wearing. She nodded with a gulp, knowing it was worse now that she overflowed a pull-up, “Yes.” His eyes searched hers to make sure she wasn’t lying, although he knew she wasn’t, “Good.” He paused, closing the lid that was a hard reach for her, “So you leaked?” He asked, tilting his head. Zoey nodded in tiny motions in response, looking to her feet. “Hm.” He said, thoughtfully with a pause, “I will bring you some night time diapers for this week, do you know how to put those on properly?” Zoey’s eyes darted up quickly with hesitation, “Yeah…I think so.” “That wasn’t a confident enough response for me to believe you.” His brown eyes melted a bit by how cute she was at trying to convince him that she could do it herself, “I’ll help you tonight. How does that sound?” “I-er, don’t think I-“ “I’ll be in to help you before bedtime.” He cut her off before leaving without letting her fuss any longer about what he decided for her. She didn’t seem like she could do it herself and he didn’t want her to leak again from a poorly taped diaper. She stood there, frozen from his sudden control in the conversation, telling her what he’d do instead of asking. Dr. Grey easily worked his way into diapering her that night and she felt really hot about that idea. She had her session with Dr. Grey and she wet herself again with another orgasm in his office. This time Dr. Grey had some supplies in his room her pulled out and a towel he placed below her feet so his carpet wouldn’t get ruined. He helped her out of her shorts and wiped her thoroughly, helping her into a powdered pull-up once more. Zoey didn’t protest and he crossed his arms afterwards and said, “I think it’s time for you to start wearing pull-ups in our sessions, what do you think?” Zoey looked up to his authoritative eyes, not asking but telling once more, “I guess.” “Unless you want a spanking, you will want to wear them, little girl.” There’s the words again! Zoe thought, feeling herself wet a little more in the fresh pull-up. Zoey swallowed and her eyes shifted in thought before leaving the room, “Um, Dr. Grey?” He was sitting back on his desk in his dark blue jeans and dress shirt as he looked up. “Mhm?” His eyes were humored by her innocent and timid look she gave. “The other house mates said they had an end date here, do you happen to know mine?” She wasn’t looking to go back anytime soon, but wanted to know how long she had left here. Zoey didn’t know if it was a good idea for her to leave with her new problems anyways. She cringed at the thought of a wardrobe fitting for her bodysuit and getting measurements over a diaper. She’d not be Super Lightning Girl anymore, maybe Super Baby Girl would be her new name if that happened. “In a few more weeks. Maybe end of July is my guess which is three weeks. Your initial date was in one week but I’ve been pushing it back due to your new conditions.” He said, eyes glancing at her shorts that well-disguised her pull-up. “Oh… okay.” She swallowed in sadness to leave, she didn’t want to go back, that was sure. “How about you go to lunch? I think you could use some food.” He said, going back to his laptop. Zoey nodded, hesitating before leaving, “Can I ask you something else?” His eyes twinkled in humor to her curiosity, “Yes.” “Is there a way I can extend my stay longer? I kind of like it here.” His eyes flickered with an unreadable expression, “I will be leaving for a special project in a month. The longest you could stay is until then. Now go eat, little Zoey.” The belittling words made her melt and feel warmth again. She hated the embarrassment but craved more at the same time. It was like working out, to feel uncomfortable in order to feel an endorphin rush. It was thrilling to Zoey and she only felt in with Dr. Grey. “Okay.” She said, a bit sad that she’d only have a month at most if not released back to her confines by end of July. Later that night she was getting ready for bed, washing and brushing her teeth as she heard her door close. She spit in the sink and washed the spit away as Dr. Grey’s brown eyes peaked around the corner. “Good girl to brush your teeth before sleep.” That made her wet a bit, ugh! She hated that she was now wetting almost every time he praised or talked to her. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel from the wooden cubby and motioned for her to follow, “Let’s get you in your nighttime diapers.” Your nighttime diapers. That phrase made her flush from her cheeks down to her sweet spots and left her breathless for a moment. All the dreams that she had were a culmination of what was going to happen. He placed the towel down vertically on her bed and climbed on, patting the center. She froze as if she were ice when she saw a thick white diaper on the bed, wipes and powder. This really was going to happen, wasn't it? Her knees felt weak as she padded over and laid where he patted obediently. “Raise you hips, I’ll help get these off.” He pulled her basketball shorts off, leaving the pull-up on. Zoey shifted in confusion, wondering why he didn’t pull that off either. The next few things caught her off guard completely. “You know, you’ve done so many good girl things today, I think a reward is long overdue.” He murmured, a hunger in his eyes as she laid in only her pull-up and light pink with yellow sunshine graphic ring t-shirt. Reward? She wondered what that meant… the look in his eyes gave her an idea, but she didn’t want to assume further and get her hopes crushed. He came closer to her and pressed into the squishy crotch of her pull-up, eliciting a soft moan from Zoey. She gasped in surprise by how he didn’t hesitate in touching her, obviously more experienced than than of Zoey who was only a virgin with only a make out session in her teenage years. Not to mention, she was pretty sure they had a 10 year age gap, yet he gave off such ‘daddy vibes’ that it only made her more attracted. “I want you to tell me something, Zoey.” He said, in a sultry voice. “Sure.” She said, a bit breathless as his fingers now grazed the leak guards of the pull-ups. “Do you have wet dreams of us?” She nodded, eyes looking down to his hand grazing the pull-up in a tantalized state. He chuckled and said, “What are they about?” “Uhm…” She looked to the diaper and his eyes followed her gaze. He chuckled lightly and he pressed again into her as she moaned softly, embarrassed that simple touch was getting closer to climax. He squished and worked the wet padding more, “My good girl wet her pull-up, hm?” Zoey moaned as she felt herself orgasm so easily under his touch and the phrase that always made her close yet his touch sent her over the edge. Who knew that if he said and touched her it’s a for sure orgasm! “Someone was too excited, it’s too bad because I wanted to go to something else, but I think that will be your next reward if you’re good.” He teased as he still had a look of hunger in his eyes. From Zoey's prior orgasms, she found her daily had turned to minimum of three times but she did have a 8 orgasm day. She was multi-orgasmic, that was her new self-discovery. It made her wonder if she’d have a sex addiction, yet these orgasms were just around diapers, nothing else. “What would the other rewards be?” Zoey asked in curiosity from her post orgasmic state. “You’ll find out when you’re a good girl again.” She felt her close to climax by him saying it again and a soft whimper escaped her lips. She breathlessly moaned into her pillow by the sudden ecstatic feeling. Dr. Grey chuckled at her sensitivity to certain words, gently ripping the sides of the pull-up to wipe her. She laid, slightly propped on her pillow with her long dark brown hair cascading on the bed in waves as Dr. Greys eyes trailed from her wet and excited sweet petal to her cute face that flushed cheeks and wild green eyes that looked begging to have him touch her more. She was sight and his brain was thinking bad things he’d do that he didn’t think she’d be able to handle yet. Afterall, she orgasmed from a simple touch, he didn’t think she was capable of more yet, even if he was ready to give those things to her. He licked his lips with a hunger in his eyes that Zoey thought he was going to eat her up… and she hoped it was down there he’d eat. Dr. Grey was spellbound by the moment, knowing she only got one reward and he’d keep it there for that night. He tore his longing gaze away from her and went to work. He grabbed a wipe and was careful to not touch her red little rosebud that was peaking out for him. She shifted when he was nearby and the wipe touched it lightly as she moaned softly. “Bad girl.” He scolded, eyes flicking up to her as he could tell that was on purpose. She was uncontainable! He thought with a shake of his head as he rolled up the wipes in the soggy pull-up and opened the diaper. Zoey blushed at her actions, she wanted to be touched again by him and may have moved her excited parts towards him. He seemed to be able to tell it wasn’t by accident. Part of her wished she got away with it but part of her liked the idea of another spanking. She looked at Dr. Grey as his long arms stretched open the large white diaper. Zoey blushed at the thought of how big and thick it was, merciless in it’s crinkle. She felt smaller than ever before in the presence of the handsome doctor who was about to diaper her. It was like all the dreams she had coming together. He positioned the diaper under her as she realized she should move her bottom. Zoey lifted her bottom as the soft white diaper was placed and she lowered herself over it, head tilting to look at how it seemed perfect for her. “So, Zoey, I want you to listen carefully.” Dr. Grey said in a husky voice, acknowledging she probably would only listen to half of what he said by her excitement, “When you put the diaper underneath you, the back area should be just slightly above your hips.” Zoey blinked up to Dr. Grey and nodded as he reached over her for the powder, the proximity of the two of them causing her breathing to hitch as she took in his cologne that enveloped her nostrils and made her warm and fuzzy in the chest. He got upright on the bed and twisted open the powder bottle, “When you powder yourself, one or two sprinkles is enough.” He said, sprinkling her lower half, then setting down the closed powder, “Lift your legs up towards you face.” He commanded as she obeyed and he pushed the back of her thighs so she was more on display in front of him, “Make sure to pat it in so it’s everywhere.” She felt his gentle hand softly caressing her bottom and drifting quickly by her anus as she gasped a bit by the sensation. She’d never felt anything near her butt and it was like a feather’s kiss, it felt so good to Zoey. He pulled her legs back down as he brushed and patted carefully to not touch her where she wanted him too the most. “There.” He said after powdering, taking the front of the diaper over her crotch. “Mmmph.” She moaned softly, hips bucking a bit as the padding meeting her crotch got her very aroused. Dr. Grey narrowed his eyes, knowing he had a beyond naughty girl on his hands. His brain couldn’t wrap around how he just touched her not even minutes ago and she was asking for more, “Do you want to be chastised?” He asked, tilting his head, “Because if you keep acting like this that may be necessary, little girl.” She squirmed at the words and held in her moan from the diaper touching her and him saying the words that made her weak. Zoey pouted, “No, please no. Sorry.” Her brain thought of that reality and didn’t want to be not allowed to touch herself, that was a nightmare she never wanted to face. “That’s what I thought.” He murmured, one hand holding the diaper in position and his other grabbing the back of the diaper’s tape, “Start with the front tapes and try to make it tight, it will loosen in a moment to be more comfortable.” He said, knowing she was barely listening at this point. He grabbed the other side and taped. Then he went to the back tapes as she stared at him with a lost look. “After, just run your fingers in the leak guard area to loosen the tightness. This is also a good time to make sure it’s not too loose and then you could leak.” Zoey’s brain was in a state of ecstasy by Dr. Grey’s fingers checking her inner thighs and leak guards. Her diaper was softly encasing her hot inner sweet spots and brushing against her so softly. She knew after Dr. Grey left she’d need to touch herself. She was overly aroused and it was unfair how hot it was to have a handsome man diaper her, truly. “Zoey?” He asked, knocking her out of her thoughts, “Did you listen?” He put his hands on his hips as if he was annoyed. She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows, “Yes, Dr. Grey.” She lied; she was lost at the diaper front being pulled up against her. She focused her energy on not moaning but reveling in the feelings and moment. “Hm…” His eyes studied her flushed face and green eyes, “I don’t believe you. What did I say about the tapes?” “Uhm…” She sat up and felt the bulk of the diaper and heard a crinkle. She blushed and looked down as she felt caught, “To tape it down tight.” Zoey remembered one part! He had to give her credit for that right? “What did I say right before that?” Zoey blinked up to his irritated brown eyes glowering down to her. She didn’t respond. “Which tapes come first? If you answer right, I won’t diaper you tomorrow night.” “Uh- back ones right?” She said with a little confidence. Dr. Grey sighed, “Tomorrow I’ll be back. I don’t trust you to diaper yourself correctly yet.” He murmured, putting away the supplies in her bathroom’s cabinet. He came back into the bedroom, “Bedtime, let’s get you tucked in.” Zoey blinked in surprise, he was going to tuck her in? She tried to hide her smile as she got under the covers quickly and he chuckled at her little excited diapered bottom poking up to jump underneath the covers and snuggled them underneath her arms as he came over. He unraveled her bed sheets that were tucked under the mattress and tucked the looser white cover underneath her ankles, legs and arms. He tucked her in expertly as she felt hugged by her covers, as if they were cuddling her. Dr. Grey sat on the side of her bed for another moment, petting her hair as her eyes said it all. Her green eyes bounced happily up to him and it looked like she was trying to hide her smile. “You’re enjoying this baby treatment, aren’t you?” He murmured, accusing her in her vulnerable state so easily. Zoey blushed, looking underneath her long eyelashes a bit shamefully, “If I did, would that be a bad thing?” He threw his head back with a laugh at her admittance, his medium length dark brown hair fluttering in the motion. He calmed down and looked down to her. She nuzzled her blanket and looked adorable to the doctor. If he had his way, he’d do many things to the girl. She was becoming dangerous to him and he shouldn’t partake, especially when she’d be going back soon. His eyes were thoughtful, carefully choosing his next words, “It’d be bad for you, yes.” She asked, a bit breathlessly, “Why would that be?” Dr. Grey’s eyes drifted down to her pouty pink lips and then back up to her green eyes, “I don’t think you know yourself much, little Zoey. You’ve proven to be a squirming mess tonight after one diaper change, how would you handle exploring any further into your little fantasies and what else I could do to you?” Her brain clung onto ‘what I could do to you’, that line alone flustering her. She shifted at the words, making her very wet in her diaper, “I-uh…” She frowned, eyes perking up curiously, “What else could you do?” Dr. Grey’s fingertips brushed hair behind her ear with mischief flickering in his eyes, “I don’t think you could handle that answer.” He stood, going to her nightstand’s lamp, “Go to sleep, maybe if I think you calmed down enough, I’ll give you that answer another time.” He switched off the light without giving her any space to prod more as he snuck out of the room. She groaned softly to herself in the dark, knowing she had business to take care of before sleeping. After a powerful orgasm in her new diaper, she fell into a deep sleep, vividly dreaming of being in a haunted nursery.

I've been using PixAI- I've failed to make the diapers look close to diapers(I've just put 'white undergarments' and that's the closest I ever get haha) but I at least have a few characters/scenes that I'm okay with- most do not have any diapers though. Hope you enjoy the story!

11: Just a Baby A few days later, before her session with Dr. Grey, Zoey was sitting on the beach and drawing another dream she had. She looked around paranoid every now and then to make sure no one was walking up as she drew and colored it. She had a dream last night that was the same theme as mostly every night, with a twist. She was in a nursery with a wet and messy diaper. It was the first time she had messed in a dream and the diaper made her excited behind the crib bars by the mush. She awaited someone to come into the nursery and the person who walked in was Dr. Grey. He lowered her rails and brought her over to a changing table, laying her down. He quickly cuffed her to the sides and squished the crotch of her diaper, verbally teasing her. She didn’t hear any words in the dream, but the tone and touch made her shudder in an orgasm. She woke up to the orgasm and a soggy GoodNite. She got up before it leaked as she felt it squelch once she woke. Once she stood, the GoodNite leaked and she felt a streak of warm urine go down her leg. Luckily, she got up in time or else she would have wet the bed. It had only been two weeks and, outside of the beach house, she would have accurately said she was losing her sanity. However, she was the happiest she’d been as she was detached from the world. She hadn’t asked about her place at the Tower, not about how her mom and manager were doing outside of the island. She could care less and wanted to stay at the beach house as long as possible. Really, she just wanted to stay with Dr. Grey for as long as possible. She had thought long and hard about why she was so happy and, deep down, it was because she liked Dr. Grey and wanted to explore whatever was happening between them. Zoey felt this electricity between them and chemistry that she couldn’t explain. Maybe it was her wet dreams or maybe it was that he was handsome, she didn’t know. She just knew she wanted to be cared by him and touched by him more than anything. It was already Friday and she was dreading it because she wouldn’t see him over the weekend, which was the only sad thing of being at the beach house. Zoey truly dreaded the day she’d have to go back, to be quite honest. She was a carcass of a person at the Tower and being on social media. This social media break she was on was truly magical and if she had the choice, she wouldn’t go back. Ever. She colored thoughtfully with her pencils and finished the colorful sketch, blushing at her in cartoon form cuffed onto a changing table with a masculine hand on her yellow crotch. Zoey closed the sketch book, knowing she’d have to hide it after this day because if it got in the wrong hands she might as well kill herself, or, at least try. In the next hour she found herself waking up in Dr. Grey’s office at the end of her session and something that she didn’t do before happened. Zoey shuddered in an orgasm, moaning softly as she woke up from the session. Dr. Grey watched her with a smirk placed on his face and playfulness in his eyes as she woke. She shifted, realizing she was in his office and feeling hot and flushed. “Sorry.” She shook her head, embarrassed and trying to think of an excuse but couldn’t think of one. “Do you have wet dreams often?” He asked bluntly, typing on his laptop as if he wasn’t watching. He did watch but didn’t want to make it obvious. “Uhm… kind of.” She said timidly, surprised she just admitted that to him. “That’s not the first time you’ve done that in our sessions, if that makes you feel any better.” He offered, closing his laptop and his eyes tracing her flushed cheeks to gasping mouth by his words. “Oh my god.” She buried her hands in her face with humiliation that this wasn’t the first time in two weeks, how embarrassing! She hadn’t had wet dreams since high school and now she couldn’t control herself. “It’s only healthy.” He murmured, crossing his arms and eyes drifting to her pants that had a wet spot he hadn’t noticed. Zoey’s eyes followed his to her dark patch on her grey sweatpants and she gasped, “No- this can’t be real.” She said, standing. “Sorry, I’ll go.” “No, sit.” He got up and commanded. It sounded like she was almost in trouble by his tone as he walked to the door, “Stay here, I’ll get you fresh clothes from your room.” She nodded and crossed her arms as he left. She held her arms and put her palm to her cheek, feeling how hot it was as she looked at the mahogany wood ground with a fuzzy white rug on it. Her eyes drifted to the wet patch on her pants and she curiously pulled the elastics, looking inside at her thoroughly soaked light pink panties. Could she be anymore embarrassing?! She thought to herself. Dr. Grey slipped back into the room with her backpack filled with what she assumed was new pants. He pulled out a package of wipes quickly and approached her with them. She thought he was going to hand it to her, so she reached out her arm and instead he placed the package down on the couch nearby and his hands went to the elastic of her pants, thumbs about to yank the pants down. “No- I er, can do it.” She said surprised how quickly he almost took down her pants. He smiled warmly, fingers still grazing her small waist, “You’re just a baby. Let the adult do it, hm?” Those words made her knees wobble as he said them and she suddenly felt frozen in a cocktail of humiliation and pleasure from the way he said it, as if telling her and not asking. She gulped and nodded, eyes shifting as they watched him pull down her sweatpants in a swoop. Dr. Grey took her hand and placed one on his shoulder, “You can balance on me, little one.” Those last words making her abdomen twinge with butterflies and… she suddenly felt pee escape her and she looked down in horror to see a bead fall down her leg. Dr. grey grabbed the wipes behind her and ripped it open, grabbing a few and touching the cold wipe to her skin where the bead had traveled, “My, my, maybe someone needs her pull-ups during the day now too.” He murmured softly in a tease, going back to her pants that pooled at her feet and helping her out of them one leg at a time. “I don’t think I need them. I never did this before, I promise.” She said with a little shake to her voice that wasn’t that convincing. She felt her cheeks wet and her fingers brushed away tears in confusion. He cooed, “Shhhh, it’s okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up and then you can eat lunch without worry of accidents, how does that sound?” He asked, one of his hands going up to her cheek and brushing away a stray tear she didn’t get. His tone made her feel so small that she was quiet as he took her soaked panties down, quickly taking them off and taking cool wipes to her inner thighs. She kept her legs closed shut and his fingers nudged them gently to open. As she did a few drops of pee dared to roll down her thighs that he caught with the wipes. He took a fresh wipe over to her sweet spots, wiping almost meticulously slow for Zoey comfort. She felt a rush of excitement as he brushed her excitement once. Dr. Grey wiped her to clean and got another two items out of the backpack. He came back over with a GoodNite and powder, helping her step into the pullup and he sprinkled powder lightly in the GoodNite before pulling it up around her hips. He helped her into her basketball shorts and put the supplies back in her backpack. She did not expect what he did next. He pushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed the top of her head, “Much better, hm?” She looked up to him towering above her and nodded, “Uhm, thanks.” She looked back down to her pants and panties, “I…” “I’ll take care of that, don’t worry.” He said, nodding to her backpack, “Take your backpack back to your room and then go to lunch.” Zoey nodded in her flushed state of the things that just happened and did what he said. She was at lunch within 5 minutes and eating with her house mates, silently eating. “Next week’s my last week.” Joey said, looking to everyone, “I hate to say this but I think I’ll miss you guys.” Trident smiled, “Sure you will.” He patted the side of Joey’s shoulder. Ivy gave a half smile, “I think we may miss you. Seems like I’ll be gone in two weeks too. I guess we’ll all have to go our separate ways at some point.” Trident nodded, “I’m in the same boat Ivy, two weeks.” Zoey looked to the three, “So how soon did you know?” Trident, Ivy and Joey said in unison, “Day 1.” “Oh.” Zoey said, confused that she hadn’t heard how long she’d be there. Why didn’t she know? And… what bothered her the most, why didn’t she think to ask until now? “Who told you.” “Dr. Grey. Did you not get told when your last week is or something?” Ivy asked, confused the poor girl didn’t know. “Uh- no. I just thought it was 12 weeks… or something.” They all looked at each other, surprised she didn’t know much of anything. Trident said, “My stay was only 4 weeks, Joey’s was like 3 weeks. This program is a pretty fast paced one. I mean, hypnosis therapy tends to be like that.” Zoey almost choked on her sandwich, “Did you say hypnosis therapy?” Ivy rolled her eyes, “Why do you think you fall asleep every session? It works, whatever he does. I feel better at least.” “Yeah, same. I have no desire to do drugs anymore.” Trident said as Joey nodded his head. “Oh.” She said, not even realizing that it was hypnosis this whole time. She thought it was just a meditative state and inner child work or something! If she wasn’t addicted to anything like they were, what could Dr. Grey be possibly hypnotizing her to stop doing? She shifted on the chair in her padding thoughtfully and couldn’t put a finger on it, really.

I'm posting a few extra chapters this week since family is coming into town next week and I may be away from posting for a good week. Hoping these give everyone something to read until I'm back for more chapters! 11: Reward Lost Zoey went to her bedroom and got ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She looked at the package of GoodNites for a moment and read the label stating XL for preschool to kids. She blushed further knowing that Dr. Grey must’ve known she’d fit this size easily. Zoey broke open the package and her fingers squished the soft padding. She smiled to herself and got excited just holding the diaper. She shook her head at how she had already been naughty twice that day and didn’t need to have a third go… or did she. She let her pajama bottoms drop to the floor and she stepped into the pull-up, bringing it up over her bottom. She blushed in the silly garment, looking in her mirror at how cute her bottom was now padded. It still felt like something was off and she realized she didn’t put powder on! Zoey went to her cabinet and pulled out the powder Dr. Grey gave her and sprinkled it into the pull-up, the baby powder scent reaching her nose as she smiled in nostalgia. She put her supplies away and crawled into her bed without pants, settling into her covers and drifting off to sleep. The next morning, she woke up with another powerful orgasm, one she felt like she squirted and was happy to see feel the wetness absorbing in her diaper as she awoke. She moved and knew that it wasn’t just from her orgasm, but she wet herself. She felt the bed and it was still dry which was a win in her book. She got up and showered, going about her normal morning routine and sketching for most of the morning after breakfast. Her session went without issue and after the session Zoey sat there, “Do you have a bit of time to talk today?” She asked, eyes shifting curiously to Dr. Grey. “Mhm, I have an hour but that’s including my lunch.” He paused from typing on his laptop and looking at her behind his glasses, “Would you like to join me for lunch?” Zoey hesitated, surprised by the invite and then nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiled and closed his laptop, setting his glasses down and packing away his desk items, “Let’s go then.” She followed him out the door and to his black SUV parked at the front. He went to the passenger’s side and opened the door for Zoey who got in, “Thanks.” She said with a slight blush to such a gentleman’s move to help her in the car. He got in the driver’s seat and backed out of the driveaway. Zoey gulped and looked out the window as they drove for ten minutes on the island as her eyes took in the sights outside of the beach house facility. She saw a lot of cacti and hills in the distance with green on them. “How long have you been practicing here?” He pulled into a large ranch style home with a well-kept front yard, a driveway and stone’s lining a curve to the door in the paradise looking area. Zoey saw a few other houses down the street, wondering who else lived here. “Some time.” He said, getting out of the SUV and coming around to help her out. “What does ‘some time’ mean? Like a few months or years?” She asked, climbing out of the car. “Years.” He said, an irritated look on his face as she asked questions he didn’t care to answer. “Cool, where is this?” She asked, hand waving to the island they were on. “It’s hidden and top secret information.” Dr. Grey got his keys for his home as he went to his front door. “Oh, that’s kinda weird.” She said, thinking back to her last facilities that were unlike this private island. “It’s to protect you and everyone here.” He said, opening the door and waving her inside. She walked in and took her shoes off at the entry way, “Woah.” She said, looking at the high ceilings of the two story building and the large open living room. The walls were all white but Dr. Grey well-furnished the living room with a beige carpet and a gigantic light grey sectional with dark wood circular rustic coffee table and dark wood side tables. His whole home had dark wood as she followed him to the kitchen and saw java cabinets and stainless steel appliances decorating the kitchen. She sat on the rustic dark leather brown barstool as Dr. Grey went to making lunch. “I hope you like grilled chicken and salad.” He said, getting out chicken and a cutting board. “I prefer mac and cheese but this will do.” She said playfully to him as he cast a look back with an eyebrow raised. “I will cook that for you instead then.” He said, face serious. Zoey frowned, “I was totally joking! I like chicken and salad.” “Adults get chicken and salad only.” He murmured in a quick dig to Zoey and kneeled to get a pot for the mac and cheese. She blushed, not fighting with him as he turned to face her to go to his island countertop where the sink was to fill the pot. She changed the subject and her own humiliation, “So, why do we need to be protected here? Pretty sure Trident, Ivy and I could protect ourselves. I don’t think any other facility I had that issue.” He was seasoning the chicken as the water was on the stovetop beginning to heat as he turned his head slightly, “You, Zoey, could not protect yourself. The others, maybe.” “What do you mean? I’ve protected myself.” She was a bit offended by his comment. “Fake setups by the Agency are not real-world Super fights.” He said, starting a separate pan for searing the chicken. “And you would know real world Super fights?” She asked, now turning to interview him for once. Dr. Grey didn’t turn around but she could see his neck veins as maybe she prodded too far, maybe pushing a button of his unknowingly. “I’ve seen many. They are not unicorns and butterflies where you end up rolling and laughing on the ground.” He murmured, going to his fridge for the salad to cut. “I-wait, how do you know about that?” She asked, confused why he knew about her fight with Firefly. “I know many things about you.” He said, matter-of-fact as he flipped his chicken and went to washing the lettuce, facing Zoey again as his brown eyes met hers. “Like what?” She asked, curiosity killing her. What did he know about her? He sighed and shook his head with humor flickering in his eyes, “You lie more than you tell the truth.” That one stung by how true it was as Zoey grimaced. He took the lettuce to his cutting board, beginning to cut, “You don’t want to have power, authority or lead, you want to be led by someone.” His eyes met hers with a hunger in them she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a look he had ever given her, but one that told her that he lusted for her in some capacity to be with someone who complimented his own desires. He looked back down and continued, “You want almost the opposite. You want to have someone to call to, someone to depend on, someone to care for you, someone to love you for everything you are.” “Everyone wants that though or most, I’m sure. I think the someone to depend on or be cared for is a bit of a stretch for me though. I’m self-sufficient and don’t need people to care for me.” Zoey said quickly as Dr. Grey chuckled at her trying to establish or fight what he was stating that were facts to him. “Hm…” He tilted his head, wondering how he should put her in the timid state he liked her in, “So you don’t want to be told what to do?” His eyes flashed as if he didn’t believe her. “Uhm…” She said, not answering as he seemed to be able to tell her lies. She wanted to say yes but was scared if he knew that she’d follow whatever he say as well as she could. It was dangerous if someone knew who she was deep down… like Dr. Grey must have known already by his questions he proceeded to ask. “You don’t want to be follow rules and get rewarded for being a good girl?” Zoey tilted her head hearing him say good girl and it eliciting a warmth that went down her abdomen like a wave. “And I’m sure you don’t want to be punished for being a bad girl…” He said, a flicker of mischief in his eyes as Zoey remembered being spanked the day before. With every word, Zoey felt like she was drifting farther and farther into a little state of mind it was hard for her to leave. A blush reached her face as Dr. Grey put the noodles in the boiling water and flipped the chicken, turning back to Zoey and leaning on the counter, “Hm? Am I completely wrong here?” Zoey swallowed, feeling hot and thirsty from the conversation, “No… uhm, can I have water?” “Say please.” He said quickly, reprimanding her for not being polite. She blinked, feeling embarrassment bubbling in her stomach with butterflies as he so easily told her what to do in conversation, “Sorry… Please, may I have water?” “Good girl.” He praised and Zoey felt an electricity go from her fingertips down to her toes by two simple words. He went to his fridge and pulling out his filtered water jug and grabbing a glass. He poured her a cup and passed it to her. “Thank you.” She took a few big gulps, feeling very parched from how hot she was in the heat of this conversation. Dr. Grey read her like a book and it was burning her up to have someone know what sent her waves of pleasure, attention and embarrassment so easily. He studied her a moment as she squirmed and he loved the feeling of someone being under his control so willingly. He went to his chicken and stirred the noodles, “Since you’re being a good girl today, what do you think your reward should be?” Zoey gripped the bottom of her chair, feeling a bit dizzy from him saying good girl a second time. Why did two words make her feel like she was going to orgasm? She felt her underwear sticky and was overly excited suddenly. “Uh- I- we don’t…” His brown eyes awaited her answer as she was suddenly flushed at what he meant by reward. How would she even answer? She gulped, wondering what would be opposite of a spanking? Her brain could only think of sexual things at the moment. An adult asking another grown adult about ‘reward’ usually didn’t mean a cookie, after all. “Hm, maybe little Zoey needs help?” His eyes floated down to her shorts and up to her eyes in reference, as if he could read her thoughts. “You’re not suggesting what I’m thinking… I mean, that’s-“ She trailed off, not saying ‘out of your practice’. “Out of my practice.” He said exactly what she thought, and she almost got the chills that it felt like he heard her thoughts, “No, it’s not because I don’t have one.” He said, his arms crossed and fingers grazing his lips with a half smile to her and knowing eyes as if he knew what she was thinking. There was a chemistry in the air that couldn’t be cut with a knife between them as a hungry look was still in his eyes. Zoey opened her mouth as the timer went off and Dr. Grey turned, going to the pot and taking off his chicken from the pan. He went quiet as she sat thinking of all her just said. He didn’t have a practice?! It made no sense! How was she even here along with her fellow Supers plus Joey? This whole time she thought she was with a licensed practitioner. A few minutes of silences later he set the bowl of mac and cheese in front of her, “Think about it and after we’re done eating I can give you your reward. If you don’t have an answer by the end of lunch, I’ll choose one for you.” She blushed, looking down at her kid-like meal and nodded, “Okay.” “So, what are you going to do the rest of your day?” He asked, stabbing a few pieces of salad and chicken. “Wonder where I am and who you are.” Zoey said, a bit cheekily as she ate her noodles slowly, feeling an impending doom about choosing a reward in t-minus probably 10 minutes at least. Dr. Grey chuckled lightly, a serious look shadowing his eyes as he studied her green eyes now watching him carefully, “Mm, well I hate to tell you that both I don’t disclose to many.” Zoey had a lightbulb go off in her head, “I got the idea for my reward!” She bounced giddily in her chair as he awaited her to speak, already knowing what it was but letting her say it aloud in her cute voice, “I get you to answer one of my questions about who you are.” Dr. Grey knew the question she wanted to ask so he shrugged, “Okay, that will suffice.” He was a bit disappointed he didn’t get to decide on the reward now, he was hoping to give her something she wouldn’t forget. He’d save it for another day, he decided. Maybe he was coming on too strong anyways. “Good.” She clasped her hands and her mind thought of a different question that switched suddenly, to the doctor’s annoyance, “If you’re not a therapist, then what do you really do?” His eyes shifted irritated, he was expecting her other initial question, “I help Super patients get over their addictions and mental disorders with proven therapeutical practices.” He had a canned response; one he knew she wouldn’t like. “That’s… obvious. But like- what do you do in practice with the others, not just me? How are you a doctor but you don’t follow normal doctor codes?” She began asking more questions in confusion. “Per patient privacy I do not disclose. I own my practice; therefore I can forego some rules dependent on different patient needs.” He said, feeling irritated now from her brain bubbling in questions. “That’s incredibly vague.” She pouted and crossed her arms, not touching her food. She looked like a small child to Dr. Grey, his finger was twitching in regretting giving her a choice of a reward now. He almost wanted to give her the opposite and take her over her knee but he refrained. Dr. Grey sighed and looked at his watch, “Eat your lunch, we need to head back soon.” Zoey went back to eating her mac and cheese in silence with Dr. Grey. Her brain was buzzing and wondering what would’ve happened if she just let him choose. The way he looked at her and what he said made her think it’d be some type of sexual thing. She felt saddened that she didn’t get to explore what he meant. From her lack of sexual encounters, her brain swayed to that she was imagining a narrative that was false.

10: Wet Again Zoey woke an hour and a half later and quickly got up to look at her clock that was 10:25AM. “Fuck.” She said, getting up and feeling wetness again. “There’s no way…” She looked down and there was a small patch on her shorts already. This couldn’t be happening, especially before my session! She thought in panic as she ran to the bathroom, changed her clothes and ran down the stairs. She was beyond flustered as she approached Dr. Grey’s mahogany wood door and knocked. “Come in.” She heard his deep voice and prayed that he didn’t ask her why she changed pants. “Hi.” She said, sitting down on the couch. His face told it all immediately as his eyes glanced over her clothing, “You changed clothes?” “Uhm, I just was cold.” She purposefully got in sweatpants and a hoodie to make it seem like the temperature bothered her. It was truly her only coverup at this point and even if she was hot underneath the hoodie she was determined to not show her true cards. Dr. Grey’s eyes mused for a moment as he knew why but didn’t press and changed subjects to something else to make her squirm, “I wanted to know more about your dreams before we begin if you don’t mind sharing, Zoey.” She shifted and gulped, “Yeah- do I have to share?” She asked, looking down and up at him. “I think it’d be good to talk about why you’re wearing diapers in dreams- that’s what they’ve been about, right?” He pried her a bit more to see if she’d take his bait. “Uhm…” She said, feeling like her face was on fire, “Yeah. Ever since I’ve been here, I’ve had dreams like that.” She said, blushing beet red to the doctor. “That’s okay. We all have strange dreams.” He encouraged with a pause, sensing she wasn’t going to talk anymore from her suddenly lost demeanor. He wanted to coddle her, give her a bottle of baby formula and check to see if she wet herself again but he refrained, he was having fun playing the slow and teasing game at the moment, “Let’s start our session and if you want to talk about it, we can after.” He said as she nodded in agreement. Zoey woke up an hour later in the familiar feeling of being in a blanket of euphoria in the simplest term. It was feeling like she was in a wave of happiness, mixed with pleasurable feelings down there that made her feel tranquil and at peace. She blinked awake and begin sitting up, hesitantly looking down at her pants in fear she wet herself. She felt the normal-after-session wetness, but nothing more than that. She sighed in relief as she looked to Dr. Grey who was watching her wake from her entranced state. It always took her a few seconds until she slowly awakened and she was cute in her half asleep state. Zoey sat in confusion for a moment as she met Dr. Grey’s warm brown watchful eyes, “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” He said, closing his laptop nonchalantly and awaiting her question. “What happens during the sessions? Do I just sleep the whole time?” Dr. Grey’s eyes hovered on hers evenly as they flickered humorously for a moment, “Something like that. Sometimes I ask questions and you answer without lying to me. Sometimes you just tell me things you’ve never told anyone before.” He said, without going into any detail. She squinted at his desk and shook her head, “Wouldn’t I remember saying things or the sessions?” “You don’t want to so you do not remember.” He said, clasping his hands on his desk and a corner of his mouth pulling up from remembering something she said in a previous session. “How can that be? I want to remember. I don’t want to embarrass myself further.” She said, softly and slowly as she thought and tried to remember the sessions. “You like embarrassment though.” He said, tilting his head knowingly as if she were lying to him. “Uhm…” She blushed, knowing that she was feeling hot and bothered from his statement being more than true, “I-“ “I would talk more but I have a virtual meeting in less than 5 minutes. Maybe you can think more and come back to me to discuss tomorrow, hm?” He stated, getting up and showing Zoey to the door. Zoey nodded and stood as he opened the door and she left in a hangover from the excitement of the day. That night she was staring at her book in her hammock, not reading but thinking deeply about the day. She had so many thoughts taking up her headspace and couldn’t fathom what they all meant. The one thing that was killing her out of all the things was that if Dr. Grey knew she liked being embarrassed, then why would he spank her? Wasn’t that crossing the line for him? If he was doing things to her she liked, did that mean he liked her? She closed her book and looked out to the sea, trying not to assume anything about the situation but the thoughts pulled at her psyche. She, admittedly, was getting the best sleep of her life since being in this new program and found herself happier than she had been in a long long time. For once, she didn’t want to kill herself or, at least, try to. For once, she was excited about things and what the future held. Why did she feel like that? She thought for a long time over that question, coming to the same conclusion: She had a crush on Dr. Grey and how he made her feel. She felt like she was special around him, like he cared for her but didn’t express it. Looking at the situation from an outsiders perspective, Dr. Grey probably would have been a creep, yet the way she felt in his presence and how he made her feel wasn’t anything creepy or remotely weird. The thing that killed her that night on her balcony was what she said to him in an unconscious state. How bad did she embarrass herself? Did he know about her newfound obsession with diapers and being babied? Did he know her deepest darkest secrets? Did he know that she got hot and bothered when he was strict with her? She hoped she didn’t… but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that a part of her did.

9: Nighttime Help Dr. Grey moved into the room, stopping her from closing the lid as he looked down into the washer and saw her colorful pink pajama bottoms mixed with the white sheets along with blue towels. He shook his head as Zoey took a step back, seeing Dr. Grey look to be quietly fuming at her mixing clothes again. “What did I say last time?” He asked, eyes shifting to Zoey. Zoey bit her lip harder as she gave a frown, “To not mix white with colored clothing.” “Mhm.” He leaned on the washer, wondering if he should take things a step further in his reprimanding but deciding against it for the moment as he saw her pajama bottoms soaked along with a few towels. He took out the urine-soaked items and brought them to the sink, quietly fuming as he rinsed them out to not create a stench in the room. Zoey was surprised that he did it without question, touching her pee infused items without disgust. Was she seeing this correctly? It seems like he was more focused on her almost washing the wrong clothes together rather than her wetting everything. He set the items in the sink and closed the washer lid, starting the washing machine before leaning against it and staring at Zoey for a moment longer in silence. Zoey was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do. She held her arms and looked down as if she were in trouble. “You wet the bed again?” He asked, knowing he had her in the right state to prod now. Zoey looked up with her moss green eyes to Dr. Grey’s awaiting ones, “Yea.” “Did you wet any other night or time this weekend?” He asked, crossing his legs as he was contemplating still how far he should take this with her. Zoey’s mind went to two instances, but thought that she shouldn’t mention the other time, “One other time.” She said in a very soft, almost inaudible voice. A corner of Dr. Grey’s mouth went up by the rush of embarrassment he could tell she felt, “Hm.” He said, thoughtfully looking over her red and flushed cheeks to her messy wet hair. Oh, how he would clean and dress her up in the right outfit that suited her better in a heartbeat, but he resisted for now. “Follow me to my office.” Zoey watched him turn and walk, not bothering to look back if she followed. Zoey took a second of hesitation before following him to his office. A few minutes later he was closing the door behind her as he motioned to the couch, “Have a seat.” “Okay.” She said, maybe too willingly to be in his presence and office. The recent dream she had she couldn’t stop replaying in her head as she looked in his eyes. She tried to block out the thought but the way he was looking at her was as if she was in trouble. She really wish she just didn’t mix the stupid white sheets with anything else now! “I got a few things for you because I didn’t think you’d have only one accident.” He said, eyes studying hers for a moment before going to his office closet and pulling out a box and bringing it over to her on the couch. He grabbed the first item and handed it to her to hold. She looked at the larger packaged item that was a plastic bed sheet. “Uh, thanks.” Zoey gulped, wondering if there was more. “Mhm, and these I want you to wear every night.” She shifted, feeling suddenly very wet with excitement. He handed her the soft plastic package and she didn’t even grab it, feeling like she was frozen from the fuzziness of embarrassment flooding her brain at the moment as he sat next to her. The feeling was almost a high. Dr. Grey knew he had her where he wanted her as he grabbed two more things and showed them to her, “The last things are powder and wipes. If you leak the GoodNites I want you to tell me, understand?” Zoey was frozen in her humiliation high that had her insides in a frenzy as he took the items from her hands and placed them back into his cardboard box. “I’ll bring those to your room when you go to breakfast.” He said, pushing the box to the side. Zoey took the cue to leave before she was a puddle of mush from her thoughts about wearing padding at night, “Okay, thanks.” She got up and Dr. Grey grabbed her wrist quickly. “Ah, ah. Did I say you were dismissed?” His eyes were serious and commanding as she stood looking at him. She bit her lip after he paused in his reprimanding look, “You didn’t listen to what I said the other day about washing your colorful clothing with whites and I think that requires punishment, don’t you?” Zoey felt her heart beating out of her chest. What type of punishment would that be? “I- uhm, guess.” She agreed, again, a bit too willingly. She liked this feeling Dr. Grey gave her. It was a high of excitement mixed with humiliation. She felt suddenly like a small child and reveled in the feeling in that moment. Not to mention, her knees were weak and she felt incredibly hot and bothered by his dominant and strict reprimand. “Mhm, so take down your bottoms and come over my lap, little girl.” He said, sitting back a bit as Zoey gasped inaudibly. Was this really happening? She felt woozy by almost feeling like she was going to cum from his words. They were demanding yet forgiving in him calling her ‘little girl’. She was enthralled by the magic his words elicited in her stomach and lower parts. “Okay.” She said with a bit of inflection in her voice. She took down her bottoms hesitantly and crawled onto the couch and over his lap. “Did you wet your…?” He began and inspected her lilac panties for a moment that had a stain near her sweet spots, realizing that it was only excitement. A lot of excitement. “Hm.” He cleared his throat, trying to not think about it until later. He pulled her close and she gasped at his sudden strong hold of her back. “I think 15 spanks are sufficient, then you can go to breakfast.” She nodded in response as she felt his fingertips graze her bottom before the first spank stinging her soft flesh. She winced as a few hard spanks landed and they got harder. Zoey yelped at the 6th and 7th as she counted in her head. By the 15th her eyes were watery and she was pulled up from his lap. He cooed her, “Shhhh, it’s okay.” He patted her damp hair and pulled her into him in an embrace, pulling back for a moment as she blushed. Zoey brought back up her shorts and waited for him to dismiss her. “If I see you stain your sheets again just know that you’ll get another spanking worse than that, understand?” He asked, in a tone of authority that made Zoey excited. “Yes.” She said, nodding and trying to not think about how hot and bothered she was. “Okay, you’re dismissed.” She scurried out of the room to breakfast, thoughts racing in her head of what just had happened. She was just spanked by Dr. Grey! Her brain was in a constant ecstasy by being excited and humiliated that only boosted her excitement to a new level. She wanted to go to her room and touch herself but refrained as her skipping breakfast could mean another spanking… which she wouldn’t be mad about to be quite honest. Ivy, Trident and Joey were already in the dining hall as Zoey walked in, her face still flushed as she sat, grabbing a cinnamon roll and bacon, her favorite breakfast combo. Ivy glanced to her, “You okay?” Zoey looked up as she ate bacon and it broke, one piece falling on her white V-neck shirt. She grabbed the bacon and put it on her plate but the stain was already apparent as she said, “Ye-yeah. Great.” She was uncontrollably flustered and didn’t know how to contain her excitement mixed with embarrassment. She felt like mush and that’s what she should have said. Zoey ate in silence and quickly, having another mission instead of her usual beach time she wanted to go upstairs to take care of her excitement. It was way too flustering from what had happened that morning and she needed to cool off. Maybe after her session with herself, she’d dip in the water outside. Zoey went back to her bedroom and blushed as she saw the cardboard box and Dr. Grey inside finishing placing her plastic cover on her bed. She felt frozen and as if she was caught as he looked behind his shoulder. “You’re back early from breakfast.” He murmured, more to himself than to her as he put new sheets on her bed and made it for her. Zoey gulped and stood awkwardly in the corner as she watched, “Thanks for making my bed.” “Mhm. I was able to get the stain out.” He said, looking at her as her face became redder. Dr. Grey prodded, “Why are you back so soon?” Zoey pursed her lips in embarrassment of the thoughts in her head about touching herself and how she needed release, “I, uhm, like to sketch in the morning.” She said, eyes glancing to her sketch book on her nightstand. “Did you want to show me a drawing or two before I go?” He asked, looking curiously to her sketch book, eyes twinkling in humor at how flustered the little girl was now after her spanking. “No-yeah I mean yeah.” She said, shaking her head and feeling like she couldn’t speak in his presence suddenly. She padded over to the nightstand and opened her sketch book, showing him the first page as if a child with their coloring book. His brown eyes widened at the beautiful sketch of the beach and the colors on the page that made it look real, “Wow, Zoey, I didn’t know you could draw. Do you paint too?” “Uhm, not yet.” She said, curious green eyes watching his as he turned the page and saw a sketch of his office. He was impressed by the details of it that was so clearly his office downstairs, “This is incredible work, good job.” He said as he was about to turn a page. She grabbed the page so he couldn’t see the next one, “Uh- that ones not finished yet, sorry.” She was almost whispering with her brain remembering that she drew something from a dream she didn’t want anyone to ever see. “Can I see your work in progress?” He asked but Zoey knew it was more of a command. He gave her a scolding look that he held for a moment before his eyes softened at her cute gaze. “Yeah.” She said, letting go and having hitched breathing, “It’s uh- from a weird dream. I just thought, I dunno…” She stated, trying to explain but knowing no explanation would get her out of the hole she dug herself in by allowing him to see her newest sketch. Dr. Grey’s eyes fell over the sketch with a warm smile, “This looks like it’s finished, is it not?” He asked, going back to her excuse earlier on why he couldn’t see it. His eyes traced her green eyes that looked caught to the sketch of her in cartoon version in a baby diaper at a grocery store with people in the aisle looking at her as if she were a real baby. Her diaper was ballooned between her legs and she was in a cart being pushed by a man’s hands coming out of perspective. “Uhm…” She trailed off, biting her lip until she tasted iron, “I guess.” He closed the book to her relief and set it back on the nightstand, “You have a talent, Zoey. I’d like to see more of those sketches. Dreams or reality, I enjoyed you sharing those with me.” Dr. Grey said with a warm and encouraging smile, walking to the door that Zoey was near. “I’ll see you at 10:30AM, hm?” Zoey nodded in response, still taken aback by everything that happened that morning. First, she wet her bed, then she got spanked, and now she just showed the doctor who she had wet dreams about a drawing of herself in a diaper. How more humiliating could she be! The answer was more humiliating as she crawled into her bed and touched herself, only to fall asleep quickly from the morning’s events.

I was going to say this was a The Boys/Sky High(haha) inspired ABDL Superhero story but didn't- I was going to write a synopsis/summary and may add this later once a few more chapters are out. My husband(also Daddy) and I began dating when The Boys series came out and are huge fans! I personally really enjoy the 'reality' of being a super hero and writing it in this story. 7: 2nd Offense By the end of the week Zoey had been through her first full 5 sessions with Dr. Grey. After waking up from her last session of the week, she felt the euphoric feeling once more. She feel flushed as she woke, a bit different than the other sessions. It felt like she had an orgasm and had just woken like in her sleep. She tried calming down from the feelings causing her to blush at the doctor who watched her with a hint of a smile on his face and a humored look in his eyes. Dr. Grey asked, “Are you feeling okay, Zoey?” He asked as she blinked to his eyes. She looked sheepish and steadied her breathing, “Yes, doctor.” Zoey shifted, knowing she’d have to change her panties after this. What had gotten into her lately? It seemed like every time she fell asleep it was an erotic moment when she woke. On top of that, she was going through underwear quickly. She’d need to have another laundry day soon. Luckily for her, the night before she didn’t have an accident again. “Good, you’re dismissed.” He went back to his laptop and she nodded but didn’t move. He stopped typing and looked to her, “Something wrong?” Zoey’s breathing hitched a little bit and she frowned, “I, um, just feel really good since being here. It’s weird.” She looked into Dr. Grey’s warm brown eyes that flickered with something unreadable. “Hm.” He said, closing his laptop to cross his arms and leaning back on his dark leather brown chair. His eyes studied her, but he said nothing. The quietness from him only made her feel excited. She felt like she had the hots for this doctor since she got here and it was humiliating in itself because someone like him would never date someone like her. She was a Super influencer and was his patient for Christ’s sakes! She didn’t know why she’d even float the idea in her head. “I’ve also had some strange dreams.” She paused, internally wincing that she’d even mention them, “They are vivid and weird to say the least and it’s been every night.” She swallowed, face feeling warm from the idea of almost telling him she woke up in a post orgasm state almost every morning now. “And what are these dreams about?” He asked, fingers brushing his chin as he watched her get uncomfortable sitting there. Zoey blushed and shook her head as she stood, “I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I think I’ll go, sorry.” She said, walking out of the room quickly and closing the door. She didn’t want to lie to him nor tell him. They were embarrassing and she was nervous that telling him would only make her squirm further about him. Zoey went to her bedroom to find a few items on her bed. She closed her door and walked over to her bed, sitting near a sketch journal, canvas, paint, some drawing tools, and coloring pencils. She opened the pencils and smiled at the colors. She got a 96 pack of Crayola colored pencils and the item alone made her feel slightly little, like a small child. Zoey climbed more onto her bed and opened the sketch journal. She looked out the bedroom’s glass window that looked out to the beach and began sketching it with a light gray pencil. Zoey was so engrossed in her coloring that she missed lunch completely. She looked at the clock when she was done and realized it was already 4:30 PM and her stomach was grumbling. She went to the restroom and realized she never changed her sticky underwear. Zoey changed quickly and went down the stairs for a snack before dinner. As she came down the stairs, Dr. Grey had his laptop bag slung over his shoulder and was walking out the door. Zoey nodded to him as they exchanged a glance at each other. She felt so awkward in his presence she didn’t dare to speak. “I’m going out to dinner with a few old friends at my house.” He said, about to say goodbye before Zoey cut him off. “Oh, you live separately?” She asked, a bit confused why he had been at the beach house if he had a separate place. “Mhm.” He said, eyes studying hers with a pause, “I try to stay here the first week of a new patient but it’s time for me to go back home for the weekend.” “Oh.” She said, slightly relieved to hear that he’d be gone in the case she’d have any further accidents. His eyes looked at her as if he could read her thoughts when she looked back up at his, “Be good, Zoey. See you Monday.” He murmured before leaving. She watched through the front doors window him get in his black SUV parked in the circle road of the beach house and leave. She gulped, confused why she was relieved and sad of his absence at the same time. That night at dinner Zoey ate the barbecue chicken meal cooked by Paula and was left to Ivy, Trident and Joey as company after the chefs left for the night. Zoey felt the tension in the room and knew she did not have Dr. Grey in the house or anyone for that matter. Zoey ended her dinner early and got up to leave, only to find herself falling on her butt hard from Ivy’s vines holding her ankle down. “Fuck!” Zoey said, the vines all over the ground, how did Zoey not notice during dinner that they were growing?! She tried to squirm away, but the vines encircled her wrists and ankles, growing up her legs to her thighs, “Stop, Ivy!” She said, looking to the table and knowing she couldn’t reach the water even if she wanted to. Zoey felt energy pulse through her hands for the light but could only make the light flicker. She wrestled with the vines as she was pulled off the floor and laid against the wall. Trident and Joey just watched from their seats. Trident saying to Ivy, “Be nice, Ivy.” “I am.” Ivy said, turning off the light in the dining hall and crossing her arms, “She’ll just sleep here tonight. I think that’s fair.” Zoey yelped, “Please no Ivy! This isn’t fair AT ALL!” She writhed underneath the itchy vines that held her to the wall, eyes already watering from the situation. “I think it is.” Ivy said, walking over to Zoey and cupping her chin in her hand, “You sent me to the hospital for 3 weeks, one day is me being nice.” She growled, “I could make it the whole weekend if I wanted too, though.” Zoey didn’t speak back, she just cried on the wall, pinned by Ivy’s vines and a prisoner to the shackles she was in. “It’s kind of hot the whole bondage thing.” Trident murmured as he stood and was about to leave. “Of course you’d like it. Don’t get any ideas though Trident or you’ll end up on the wall next.” Ivy’s eyes shifted to Zoey with a trace of mercy, “I’m evil but not that evil to let Trident take advantage of you, Zoey, believe it or not.” The three left the room with Zoey hanging there and struggling against the vines without giving. Hours and hours went by until she felt uncomfortable by her bladder. If not for her bladder, Zoey would have fallen asleep in her confines. The vines let up a little bit for comfort, she’d give them that. Zoey shifted, her thighs held strong by the furry moss vines. She breathed slower as she closed her eyes and let her bladder go. She felt gross as the vines got damp and the urine trickled down her thighs. Zoey cried again from just wetting herself like a baby. Although, the thought of her wetting herself like a baby made her stomach tickle a little. Her recent dreams had made her like the idea of that, as much as she’d hate to admit it. After another hour of hanging in, she fell asleep to wake five hours later to falling onto the ground. Zoey woke up in confusion as Ivy stood in the room and the vines were curling away and into her arms. “You moan in your sleep, you know.” Ivy said, looking at Zoey gathering her bearings as she began getting up. “No, I-um...” Zoey shook her head with a blush, half asleep still as she remembered a bit of her vivid dream about being publicly diapered in a convenience store and people checking her diaper and changing her in front of everyone. “Gross, you wet them.” Ivy sneered, smelling the putrid urine scent in the room and on her vines. “I’m done messing with you, I think I had my fun. Take a shower or something.” Zoey nodded and went back to her bedroom, taking a long shower and changing into a clean set of clothes. Zoey threw her clothes in her dirty clothes hamper and then went back into her bed, hoping to get back into the dream she just got knocked out of. She fell into a nice deep slumber after being held by Ivy’s vines the whole night. Zoey saw familiar warm brown eyes as she was in the Tower in the lobby. He was smiling down to her and looking to be admiring how adorable she was. She blushed as she looked down and was wearing a diaper. Zoey tried pulling down her shirt but it failed in covering her secret. Embarrassment took her like a wave as she was in a public space in just a diaper. As much as Zoey tried to move, she couldn’t. Dr. Grey came over quickly to her rescue and picked her up. He brought her into the elevator and to her room. “Shhhh, shhh.” He cooed her and placed a pacifier in her mouth, soothing her. He touched her diaper and it was wet. “I- um.” She began and he pushed her onto her bed in response to a diaper change. He placed a changing mat below her bottom and began changing her diaper… Zoey woke up moaning and a powerful orgasm going through her. “Mmmph.” She moaned louder than she wished that may have been loud enough for her housemates to hear. Zoey took a few seconds breathing heavily in a post orgasmic glow as the dream was still so vivid in her head. She cursed under her breath as she was still feeling hot and bothered. Zoey wanted the feeling to stop so she touched herself until a second orgasm, it being almost as powerful as the first. Zoey laid there for minutes in a euphoric state thinking of him. Dr. Grey. She had fantasized him in a dream and now she was day fantasizing about how handsome he was. Along with that, he was caring and passionate about his job. He was commanding and strict which was a huge turn on for Zoey. She didn’t know much about him, but the mystery ate her up and made her want him more. She shifted, realizing that there was more than stickiness in her panties. She pushed her white comforter aside to find a large wet patch on her pajama bottoms and over her sheets, “Fuck!” She got up quickly and pushed off the top comforter to gather the sheet underneath. Underneath the sheet was a wet patch in the mattress. Zoey’s face became red as she realized that the damage to her mattress was now done. How was she going to tell housekeeping about this? She didn’t pee herself to this degree the last time she wet herself during the night! The only thing she had going for her at this point was the fact that Dr. Grey was gone for the weekend and wouldn’t know what happened. Zoey took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes. She gathered her sheets and sodden clothes to take down to the laundry room. She quickly scampered passed the hallway near where she heard her other housemates already eating breakfast. She went past the gym and to the laundry room that’s door was closed. She set down her sheets on the ground to open the door. As she turned the knob, she found it was locked. Zoey tried again, thinking it must because she was just nervous of getting caught by her housemates. The door didn’t open, and she tried once more in desperation. “Fucking fuck.” She cursed under her breath, realizing that the cleaning ladies must not be there for the weekend and keep the door locked when they’re gone. Great, just great. 8: Caught Ivy was much nicer after she got her way with Zoey and actually acknowledged Zoey in the room. Surprisingly, they were cordial and chatted a bit during Sunday’s dinner. “God, I couldn’t do the monthly Agency setups anymore. They are dumb. What was the stupidest one you’ve been through?” Ivy asked, already having hers in mind. “When Firefly burst into my makeup room. Like, I couldn’t do anything.” Zoey laughed at the memory, “The Agency tried to film it but Firefly and I just ended up fist fighting and she had to make it seem like I took her down. It didn’t work and we were on the ground laughing and rolling on top of each other. Kinda was low key soft porn.” Zoey said, almost crying from laughter. Ivy rolled her eyes with a snicker, “That’s hilarious, you are so tiny I don’t know why they’d try to do that setup. Isn’t Firefly like 5 foot 11 or something?” Zoey nodded as her dark brown bangs bobbed, “Yup. It was embarrassing.” “Almost as bad as you wetting yourself yesterday?” Ivy said, Trident and Joey looking to them. Zoey swallowed, eyes widening as her brain went straight to the night wetting, not even realizing that she also peed herself on Ivy’s vines. She gulped and went with it, realizing that Ivy didn’t see her the second time or at least she convinced herself of that, “Ha- yeah. Almost.” “You like… couldn’t hold it?” Joey asked, charismatically with his eyes wide looking from Ivy to Trident. Zoey felt so fuzzy with embarrassment she couldn’t respond and just blushed. “Wow.” Trident said with his blue eyes looking at Zoey’s flushed face. Ivy saw Zoey’s silence and shrugged, “Given, Zoey was tied for like 12 hours.” Zoey looked up to Ivy, surprised she was showing mercy and giving a friendly excuse to the guys. By the time Sunday night rolled around, Zoey set her alarm for 7AM when she knew the cleaning ladies showed up. Ever since Zoey’s wetting that Friday night, she had set towels over her bed in case of a second accident. The day before she didn’t have any problem besides waking up hot and bothered once more. The dreams were exciting and it was embarrassing how much the humiliation made her horny. She didn’t know what was happening to her yet it didn’t matter because she couldn’t stop it. In fact, she’d even admit to liking this new fetish she had developed, a lot actually. She’d be lying to say that it didn’t creep into her consciousness during the day that she daydreamed and fantasized about wearing a diaper and acting like a baby. She imagined it in her room, going to a shopping mall, being in a car getting a diaper change and so many other places. The taboo of it excited her and she only could wonder over the weekend if her sessions she may have been learning her deepest desires too quickly. Had Zoey had this deep desire prior to being here? She knew she grew up too quick as a kid. Sure, she had lots of attention as a child but she never got to enjoy the little things. Her mom was single and lived in poverty that she forced Zoey to work. Zoey was pushed into child acting and commercials. She went from try out to try out with her mom characterizing her as ‘Super Lightning Girl’. Before Zoey knew it, by age 8 she was in her first movie. Then she had her own TV show following it as people wanted more of her. That died down by age 16 when Zoey said no to every possible opportunity. She and her mother moved to California and Zoey finally had a say in her decisions. The Super Agency didn’t like that she was saying no to everything and baited her into at least doing talk shows, small movie cameos and being an influencer. They said they’d take care of her social media, she just had to film the scripts they wanted. That’s what Zoey had done since 16 and has died down in popularity. The Agency still wanted to cast her in more shows and movies but she declined. Zoey didn’t want to be a movie Super, she wanted to be a real Super like Officer Hawk, Harrow Bone, Captain Thwart, or Dogman Jones. Zoey was just a ‘pretty face’ to the Agency and she wanted to be much more. She wanted to bring justice to the world, not be some face of any propaganda the Agency wanted to push. She did meet the real Supers and was, to be quite honest, disappointed as they didn’t seem to care about humans. They really cared about the money and merch they could sell at the end of the day. They just were pretty faces and gave humans hope that they were protected, yet all the Supers caused collateral damages. Many innocent lives have been killed, people injured or put in debt due to destruction. There was a reason why there were so many lawsuits of the Agency and Zoey didn’t want to stand as association to them. It was wrong what they did and stood for the more and more she found out. Zoey laid there in bed that Sunday night thinking deeply about these things and why she felt such a strong desire to be babied. Was her dreams just telling her something? There was a possible underlying meaning… or just that Zoey was incredibly kinky and had a fetish she couldn’t quite understand yet. As many times as she had orgasmed the past week from this new awakening, she couldn’t place a finger on that there had to be something more. Maybe Zoey craved being taken care of, loved unconditionally, and placing her trust in someone completely. She could never trust her mother growing up, as she knew it was only an exchange with her adopted mom. If Zoey took a new opportunity, her mother would visit more. If Zoey denied opportunities, her mother wouldn’t talk to her. Zoey never had a father and, if she did, she was sure he’d be just as fake. Many Supers understood what Zoey was going through and she wasn’t alone in being lab created and adopted. Zoey didn’t even think she ever experienced unconditional love or love that was real from these experiences. Maybe that’s why she tried to kill herself so often in the recent years. She found she must either have a high drug tolerance or be immortal at this point. The only thing she was sure would do the trick may just be Power X. Zoey eventually fell asleep with these thoughts encircling her mind. Dr. Grey was trying to find Zoey in the grocery store as she ran from him. She was playing hide and go seek in a public area that Dr. Grey was obviously fuming about. He found her and yelled, causing her to halt. Zoey felt like she couldn’t move as he strode over to her, kneeling and taking her over his knee. She gasped as people murmured in passing but didn’t stop him. She had awful pain on her rear end and began crying. After her spanking he took her to the bathroom and began to put her in a diaper before… Zoey felt an orgasm shudder through her body as she stirred awake with a moan she muffled into her pillow. She was breathing heavily for a few minutes, remembering the dream she just had that lead to it. What the FUCK is wrong with me? Zoey thought as she stared up at the dark ceiling and then at the alarm clock that just went off for 7AM. She rolled over, pausing as she felt very very wet. She looked down in horror to find she wet all over two towels on her bed and her pajamas were soaked. Zoey made sure to not drink anything after 7PM the night before… how could this be happening?! She got up quickly and took the towels off the bed to hopefully not soak it more. She saw some yellow wetness on the bed and she scurried to the shower, stripping off her clothes and showering as quickly as she could. If she played her cards right, she should be able to start washing her sheets before Dr. Grey would be back… or at least she hoped! She didn’t know what time he came in on Mondays but only assumed that she’d get downstairs prior to him coming in. She’d be lying to say a small part of her wanted him to find out, but that was wrong of her, very wrong and a bit on the naughty side. After her shower she shuffled down the hall and stairs with her wet sheets, towels and pajama bottoms. As she went down the hall she nodded to one of the cleaning ladies who passed her with a mop bucket, “Need help?” The older Hispanic woman asked. “No, I got this. Just spilled water on my stuff is all.” She nodded politely to the woman. “Oh, okay.” The cleaning lady kept walking as Zoey scurried past the indoor gym, not even daring to look if Dr. Grey could be in there. Zoey made it inside the laundry room and threw her sheets and everything inside, not caring about mixing the colors with whites. She didn’t care, she just wanted to hide her evidence at this point. “Zoey?” Zoey froze, heart pounding as she was about to close the lid. She turned her head to the man standing in the door. Dr. Grey stood with his arms crossed in black gym shorts and a long sleeve grey shirt with his eyes glowering as if Zoey was in trouble. “Shit.” Zoey said, biting her lip.

Thank you for the kind words here! I like the thoughts about the Power X lacing and maybe you're onto something.🤔 7: Karma Hath No Mercy That night Zoey slept with the weirdest and most vivid dreams she could have ever dreamt. One about being at school and wetting herself, other students laughing and making fun of her. She had another dream of going through a haunted house and looking down to find herself in a puddle of urine, only to be whisked away by a ghost and put in a diaper. She woke up from that one at 3AM, confused that she felt almost a… post orgasm glow? She hurriedly went to the bathroom, checking her panties to see them wet again like the day before. Zoey was a bit sweaty as she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why she had such a hot and bothered dream about wetting and being diapered by a ghost. The weirdest part to her wasn’t even the ghost or the diaper but the warmth and excitement that traveled to her chest from embarrassment. Why did she have this uncanny desire to wear a diaper suddenly? The fuck was wrong with her? Zoey laid on her bed, feeling still hot and bothered. She decided to take care of the feeling, masturbating until release. She was breathing heavily after her moment of sweet release and felt parched. Zoey clambered off her bed and slowly crept out of the room. She padded down the stairs and to the kitchen, pouring some water in a glass she found in one of the cabinets. She walked out of the kitchen and almost peed herself as she saw a figure on the couch with a reading light on their book. Dr. Grey looked up and over to Zoey who nodded to him as he smirked, in an almost all-knowing way at what she had just done a few moments ago. His smirk vanished in seconds, “Are you okay, Zoey?” He asked in a quiet voice near her, as if he didn’t know why her cheeks were flushed and she had deer in the headlights look in the darkness. She gulped, a bit embarrassed as she nodded, “Yeah, just woke up and needed water is all.” He smiled warmly in the dark as he got up, “You should go back to sleep, little girl.” Zoey blinked at the end of his sentence… did he just call her a little girl? She shifted her weight onto one leg, feeling wet in two simple words leaving his mouth. The dream she just woke up from and the timing of his statement made her a bit woozy to think about. She didn’t say a word and went past him, up the steps. She went back into her room and went under her covers, still thinking of why she just touched herself moments ago to a ghost diapering her and why she wanted to touch herself again by a handsome doctor who just called her a little girl. Why did these things suddenly turn her on? She was tingling from the embarrassment, and it made no sense! Maybe she’d sleep it off… she thought to herself, getting comfortable and closing her eyes. She woke up that morning to smell of bacon from the dining hall. Zoey slowly got up, taking a shower, and getting into light blue jean shorts and a white v-neck. She ate her usual breakfast of a cinnamon roll with bacon, not bothering to talk to anyone, and went outside to the beach. She sat on the ground of the beach near the water again, letting the water wash over her feet spread out before her. She could hear someone approach as she looked back and up to Trident walking over with a half-crooked smile. He offered, “Hey.” He sat next to her on the beach, although not invited to join Glow, “What are you doing out here?” “Enjoying silence that you just broke.” Zoey said, standing and dusting the sand off her knees. “Your kind of bitchy, you know.” He said, looking forward. “Calling a woman a bitch is misogynistic. Setting boundaries for my mental health is different.” “I didn’t call you a bitch, just-“ “Ah, now mansplaining.” She was known on her social media platforms as a feminist influencer and knew how to bite back. Zoey cut him off with a roll of her eyes, “Go find some fish friends in the water, they are more willing to bed you than I am.” “I’m not just an animal, Zoey.” Trident said, standing as well and taking off his shirt. He looked back to her as she crossed her arms and looked at his six pack and gills that lined his abdomen. “Maybe I am to you, but maybe if you went in the water with me you’d know I’m as fun as I'm as good in bed. Maybe if you join me, I'd reconsider my statement from earlier.” He winked, stepping back as he turned and ran towards the water, diving in as his body rippled in scales. Zoey took a moment, her mind buzzing on if it was worth proving to Trident she wasn't so 'bitchy' and could be fun too. Zoey looked down to what she was wearing, knowing she didn’t have a bathing suit. It was a hot day and she could use something to cool her down after all. The water was quite tempting as she walked forward and muttered to herself, “Fuck it.” She did something unlike herself and took her shirt and shorts off. She was sure Trident saw many other women naked or in their underwear and she was no different. She walked to the water gradually until it was at her hips. She saw Trident’s head peak out of the water from far away, “C’mon, in farther Super Lightning Girl, I thought you were fearless!” He taunted, going underneath the water and quickly swimming towards her. Zoey glared at him in his allusion to her old ad campaign with the Agency about her 'Super Lightning Girl: Fearless' promotions that ran months prior. Zoey decided to go forward that went off a sand bank and she was fully submerged. After a minute or two of swimming past the area where waves crashed, she got to an area where she was only floated by the water as it rose and fell, giving her stomach butterflies. Trident popped out a few feet away, “So the Lightning girl can swim, huh?” He asked, a flicker of mischief in his piercing blue eyes. She treaded the water, feeling a bit tired already, “This was fun but I think I’ll go back.” She began swimming back to shore as she felt a yank from his scaley hands and yelped, “Hey!” She then felt her bra undone and panties pulled off her in two rough pulls. She gasped and tried to claw them back as Trident had already artfully stolen her undergarments and swam away. “This is so not funny Trident!” She gasped as she realized she was now naked. He popped out of the water in a snicker, “Have fun going back naked.” He said before going back underneath the water and easily gliding back to shore. Zoey was beginning to feel that her roommates her were not friends but enemies, that was becoming apparent after one day. She watched Trident get out of the water, holding her panties and bra like a prize as he grabbed her other clothes on the beach. He turned to her and charmingly smiled, waving to her before heading back to the beach house. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered in the water as she treaded for a few moments later before she decided it was time for her to get to shore. She swam to the shore and covered her breasts with one hand and her lower half with the other hand. Zoey jogged to the beach house, hoping no one would see outside their balconies or windows. That’s what she didn’t need was Joey, Ivy or even Dr. Grey seeing her like this. It was beyond humiliating and embarrassing! She got to the door and braced herself for embarrassment as she walked briskly into the cool house. Zoey didn’t look as she quickly ran up the stairs to her room. By the time she got inside, she closed her door and sunk onto the ground as she cried from the humiliation. Lucky for Zoey, she didn’t think she saw anyone on the way in. After her cry, she took a long shower and got into new clothes, wondering what Trident would do with hers he stole. She redressed and looked at her bathroom’s clock, realizing it was almost time for her morning session with Dr. Grey. She briskly went down the stairs to his office as she passed Trident, Joey and Ivy snickering to themselves as she passed the living room area they all sat in. She flicked Trident off quickly before walking down the hall. She could hear the group mutter to each other as she approached Dr. Grey’s room. She knocked and heard him say, “Come in.” Zoey closed the door behind her and sat on the couch. She could use a nap after this morning and was slightly happy to know she’d get some good rest now with someone she felt safe with… well, the safest she could feel at least in the house at this point with two Supers who seemed to hate her. “How are you feeling Zoey?” Dr. Grey looked up from his laptop he was consumed in and saw her puffy eyes as if she just cried. “Okay.” She said as her eyes shifted down, thinking about what just happened. Dr. Grey’s eyes shifted, studying her lost green eyes and pouty pink lips. He’d love to coddle her in his arms but refrained from stepping out of line just yet. He got out his pocket watch and stood, walking over and handing her the pocket watch, “Let’s start then, hm?” She looked down to the watch with a nod and laid down, looking to the watch without hesitation. She didn’t notice Dr. Grey didn’t go back to his chair but stood over her, crossing his arms and smiling down at how adorable she was. She easily fell into an entranced state as her mind became consumed by the watch and his eyes glowed dark purple once more. Zoey woke up an hour later with a cute stretch, shifting as she felt the same wetness as the day before in her panties. She felt euphoria from the nap, as if it were the best nap she’d ever taken. The meditative state she was put in must have been doing wonders! Zoey rubbed her eyes and looked to the doctor who was just watching her wake from her entranced state, “I fell asleep again, didn’t I?” “Mhm, it seems you did.” Humor played on his expression as he paused and she gave him a confused look, “You’re dismissed.” She stood with a nod, pausing for a moment at the door, “Uhm, Dr. Grey?” She looked back at him as he tilted his head to her. “Mhm?” He said, brown eyes studying her wild green ones behind his glasses. “Nothing.” She said, deciding to not say what was on her mind as after thinking about it, it seemed silly to ask. She was going to ask him about having weird and vivid dreams was normal after these sessions, even if she was asleep during them. She left before embarrassing herself any further than she already had done that day. That day progressed like the one before, she stayed mute during lunch and kept to herself, either reading or staying in her bedroom. At dinner she ate a pesto pasta quickly in silence as the other house mates talked amongst themselves. Joey tried to include Zoey in the conversation, “So… Zoey, where did you grow up?” Zoey looked up to the three who looked to her, “Uh-“ She swallowed a noodle, “Some small town in Indiana.” “Ahh, the classic storyline they like to spin.” Trident said, referring to they being the Agency. “Something like that.” Zoey said, swallowing another bit. “You know, I think I’ve always hated you since you act like you always have a stick up your ass.” Ivy said quickly, eyes glowing in annoyance, “Then, well, you electrocuted me and that just reenforced why I can’t stand you.” Ivy said in a monologue as Zoey drank her water in a few gulps, getting the feeling it was time for her to leave. “Well, you kind of had a turtle move to put roots on the ground and didn’t get anywhere close to Marcus. Someone had to finish the job and I had things to do-” Zoey stopped talking as she felt a vine wrapping around her ankle and encircling it quickly with an itchy and prickly feeling as it wove up her leg before she could move away from it. Zoey tried moving as she was planted on her chair and felt pain on her leg from a spiked vine digging into her soft flesh. She winced and quickly grabbed her water, “Don’t fuck with me and I will do it again.” The lights flickered as Zoey felt the energy of the room, knowing her threat couldn’t be empty with someone like Ivy. She felt the vine suddenly let go and retract as Ivy said, “It was just foreplay.” She winked and got up, leaving the room. Zoey felt her heartrate slow down after Ivy left, realizing she was grasping the other side of her chair and her knuckles were white. Zoey had taken many Super defense classes but had never fought a real Super outside of a setup Villain versus Hero duel. This was a new tier of crazy than Zoey was used too. Trident and Joey looked at each other, “Well, that was intense.” “I don’t get what her problem is.” Zoey said, drinking her water. “She’s probably jealous of another girl here or something.” Joey said sarcastically, going back to his pasta. Trident stabbed a noodle and looked to Zoey, “It’s because you’re more powerful, I’m sure. Ivy likes to dominate.” “Ew, didn’t want to know that.” Zoey said, throwing her napkin on the empty bowl, standing and glaring at Trident, “Also, if you steal my underwear again and the same threat stands for you.” She glared at Trident for a moment before she saw in the corner of her eye Dr. Grey walk over to the dining room. “And what threat is that?” He crossed his arms and leaning on the wall with narrowed eyes focused on Zoey. Zoey felt suddenly small and powerless near Dr. Grey. It seemed like he could discipline her in that moment, that’s the look he was giving her at least. His brown eyes smoldered as if awaiting her response. “Uhm…” She opened and closed her mouth in trying to think of making up a lie. “Electrocuting me.” Trident said, throwing Zoey under the bus quickly. Dr. Grey’s voice hit the air in a thick authoritative tone, “The rule of the beach house is not hurting others. If any of you would like to go against that rule, you will face consequences of your actions, understand?” Dr. Grey said it as if addressing the group, yet Zoey felt that it was solely directed to her as she wanted to curl in a ball from the sudden reprimand. Zoey nodded, walking past Dr. Grey briskly to not be reprimanded further and heading to her bedroom. She locked the door and hid underneath her covers from the situation she was in. She had never been in a facility that held people who made fun of her and threatened her… yet she had also never been somewhere that she wanted to stay for the comfort and feeling of freedom from social media, other’s opinions and her new lifestyle to do what she want, eat what she wants and act how she wants, even if it were offensive to others. For once, she didn’t have to act like something she wasn’t and that was nice. Zoey fell asleep early that night after an hour of ruminating in her bed over her living situation that made her feel conflicted internally. She slept deeply and had more weird, yet vivid dreams about being diapered. She was captured and diapered this time by stuffed animals and they came over to her with sexual toys. The dream ended as she woke up moaning softly to an orgasm in the morning. She writhed as she rustled awake in her euphoric state, brushing her hair stuck to her face from the heat of the moment away. Zoey was shocked by how she woke, she had never woken up like this before! Zoey looked at the sun coming up that cast in a light pink and blue glow in her room. She looked to her alarm clock and saw it was 7AM which was early enough for her to get up. She got up and noticed a wet spot on her bed. She squinted at it in her slowly awakening state, gasping that she had not only orgasmed but may have wet the bed. Zoey touched the back of her pajama bottoms in horror to find they were also wet that confirmed she had peed in her sleep. Zoey went into the shower first, then gathered her sheets that were wet. She snuck out of her room to find the laundry room in the back left of the mansion she saw the cleaning ladies and chefs go, passing the workout room that someone was in. She cursed under her breath when she saw Dr. Grey inside working out. What were the odds he was awake and nearby! Zoey thought in annoyance. Her eyes grazed him for a moment and how sexy he looked sweating and lifting weights at a shoulder press machine. She shook her head at herself before continuing to the last room that she found the washer and dryer in. She looked for detergent but couldn’t find it, wishing she had a light to see things. Zoey cursed at herself, wishing her superpower was better than just playing with lighting. That seemed to be as far as she could go and it was limited to what was already lit. If there was no light, she couldn’t do anything. It was a worthless power, truly. Zoey snuck back up to her room and debated what to do. Should she risk bringing her dirty sheets down and Dr. Grey seeing? Or should she wait and have her housemates potentially see? She didn’t have much time before the rest awoke. Zoey cursed to herself and gathered her sheets, shorts and panties wet from her sleep. She shuffled quietly down the stairs and to the back left hallway. Zoey froze as Dr. Grey was leaving the indoor gym, headphones still in. He paused as he saw Zoey standing with her sheets bundled in her hands. Dr. Grey tried to suppress his smile, knowing quickly why she had sheets in her hands, “Good morning, Zoey.” He nodded as she walked towards him, hoping he wouldn't follow and inquire what happened. “Good morning.” She said quietly, nodding to him but not looking up to him as she was about to pass him. She brushed past and he, to her demise, followed her to the laundry room, “I got the switch, no worries.” He flicked on the light, watching her walk to the washer. “Thanks. I don’t need help.” She muttered, holding the sheets and other things with now sweaty palms that he was so close. Dr. Grey watched as she looked to struggle opening the washer while still holding her dirty laundry. He opened the washer door for her as she quickly shoved her sheets and other items inside. “Thanks-“ Her eyes shifted around the room for detergent, “do you know where the detergent is?” “Here.” He said, grabbing the detergent from the shelf above that Zoey would have never been able to reach on her own and pausing as he saw her colorful pajama bottoms and other garments inside with the bright white sheets, “Colors and white shouldn’t be mixed-“ He lunged in, not giving her a moment as he picked up the bottoms and panties in a quick swoop, feeling the wetness of both, soaked in her urine. “I- uh- don’t! ” She said it too late as his face went thoughtful, eyes shifting down to hers in question of why her underwear and pajama bottoms were wet. Her face felt hot, like, really hot. That one look told her he knew and she didn’t have an option to get out of this one with a good lie anymore. Dr. Grey began the white load and placed her soiled clothes in the sink nearby, washing his hands after setting them down. He was silently relishing this sudden timidness of Zoey as she didn’t move, she didn’t speak and she just stood, awaiting his words. He turned to her and leaned on the sink in his dark grey workout shorts and black t-shirt that showed his muscular arms lined in veins Zoey couldn't help but glance quickly at, “How long have you been having these issues?” Zoey opened and closed her mouth, a bit taken aback that he was acting as if this wasn’t her first time ever doing this as an adult. “This was the first time I swear!” She said quicker than she intended in defense, slightly nervous by his tone and concerned look that she may actually need nightly protection. A flash of her being diapered by this specimen of a man made her knees weak by the thought. What was wrong with her? She didn’t like diapers until she showed at this place, damnit! He crossed his arms, studying her flushed face with a humorous flicker in his eyes, “Hm.” He nodded and began walking away, “If it happens again, I think we’ll need to revisit this conversation.” Dr. Grey stated before leaving her alone in the laundry room. “Fuck.” She said underneath her breath, not understanding what was going on with her and, most importantly, why she felt wet in excitement by the conversation.

5: A Sticky & Wet Dilemma Glow’s eyes shifted as Dr. Grey’s warm brown ones studied her for a moment and she studied his, “If you’re trying to threaten me subtly, I’m not scared of you.” A silence filled the room and then Dr. Grey chuckled to himself as Glow sat there uncomfortably by the way he made her nervous, excited and belittled, all seemingly at the same time. It was a mix of feelings she hadn’t felt before and the twisted part of her really, truly loved the thrill she felt from his words in that moment. “You are cute but we have work to do. I could get distracted all day but I have my next session in 45 minutes, Zoey.” He said, a ghost of a smile on his face as his thoughts flit across his mind of things he’d like to do already with her from what she had thought. He didn’t want to push the envelope too soon and wouldn’t dare that just yet. Glow blinked at his comment of her being cute, as if a small child, and she shifted in a nervous beat, wondering what these sessions were if not fully therapy, “What do we do then during these sessions, if not pushing a narrative that I need to go back to the Agency or be a Super?” She asked, finger wrapping around her wrist in anxiousness of talking for so long already. He opened his drawer and pulled out a pocket watch, tossing it to her. She caught it in confusion, looking down to the antique gold watch, “I like starting in a meditative state, then I can ask you questions to your unconscious self. You may or may not remember the sessions, maybe you may even fall asleep or feel like you woke up from a really great nap, but you’ll feel a bit better after each session we have, I can assure that.” He said, a confidence reflecting in his brown eyes. “So… you’re saying I just can take a nap then?” Glow asked playfully, a smug smile on her face as she laid back on the couch, “Great, I’m ready.” Dr. Grey’s face looked to flicker with mischief mixed with humor as he smiled warmly, “Yes, something like that.” He mused, surprised by how easily she complied. He said, “Don’t close your eyes yet, I want you to hold the pocket watch up and just watch the hands of the clock.” He instructed as she nodded, doing what he said, “How about, Zoey, you just listen to the noise of the watch. Listen to the way it ticks, hm?” His pupils began to glow a dark purple for a moment as she nodded, not noticing when he stood up and walked over to her. Zoey felt suddenly sleepy as she looked into the pocket watches arm and heard it’s quiet tick. Her eyes felt heavy and she fell into a deep entranced state that drifted her off to sleep. Within the hour, she opened her eyes in a euphoric state from her nap, feeling almost glowing. She moved slowly as she got up, a bit confused on what happened as she blinked to Dr. Grey who was finishing writing in his notebook and closing it, “Great session Zoey, I think we got through some really difficult things today.” Zoey sat up, feeling slightly wet down below as she shifted. Did she just start her period? She wondered, surprised by the feeling in her panties. Her abdomen didn’t feel crampy but that could only be the answer to what she felt in her underwear. She quickly stood, “Thanks, am I okay to go now?” “Mhm. Lunch is starting soon so make sure to not miss it.” Dr. Grey said, going to his laptop and typing as if she weren’t there anymore. Zoey felt the lack of attention suddenly from him, feeling still confused from the session and not remembering what she may have said to him. She didn’t embarrass herself, did she? She couldn’t remember anything, maybe she did fall asleep! She felt great and well rested with more pep in her step for the rest of the day. “Okay, thanks-er, Dr. Grey.” She nodded as he didn’t look her way, almost giving her a cold shoulder before she left. Zoey rushed up to her bedroom’s master bathroom, quickly shutting the door and going to her cabinet to find a pad or something for her period. She found a tampon, unwrapping it as she sat on the toilet and pulling her sweatpants and panties down. She was fully ready to see blood, but gasped when she looked at her wet and clear sticky panties. She couldn’t tell if it were part pee or just cum. She had been ‘wet’ before, yet nothing like this! She blushed as she went to the restroom and changed underwear, embarrassed that she somehow did that during her session with the doctor. Did she have a wet dream or something during her nap? It was unlike her. She hadn’t done that since like... high school! She could only hope she didn’t moan, that would be a new level of embarrassment she didn’t think she could come back from. Zoey went downstairs to the dining hall again, seeing Ivy, Trident, Joey and another person she recognized… Scarlet Jackson who had been missing from the League for three years now. Zoey was her replacement… if not for Scarlet disappearing Zoey would have been a B-list Super, only to be used in commercials or be a micro influencer. Was that what happened to missing Supers? They just were hidden in a private island ran by a doctor? If so, Zoey was happy to be another missing Super on the list. Although her mom, Kathleen, would disagree as she wouldn’t be paid royalties from Glow’s sponsorships, the real Zoey could care the fuck less if her fake mother suffered in her absence. Zoey knew she was only using Zoey for her own monetary purposes anyways. Zoey offered a friendly introduction, “Hey, I’m Zo-Glow. I think I replaced you when you, uh, went missing?” She shook her head, not knowing why she suddenly wanted to say Zoey instead of Glow. She hadn’t introduced herself to anyone as Zoey in a really long time. Scarlet met Zoey’s eyes with her light blue ones and a friendly smile, “You mean when I was saved from hell on Earth?” She said with a humorous flicker in her eyes, “It’s Sarah, nice to meet you Zo-Glow.” “It’s actually, uh, Zoey. Sorry, I think I’ve went by Glow for so long its…” “Fucking bullshit.” Sarah, otherwise known as Scarlett, completed her sentence. Trident chuckled with Joey from the other end of the table as Zoey sat and began grabbing her lunch, piling on more than a small thing like her looked like they could eat, “So, I’m sure you get this a lot but…” “Where have I been?” Sarah asked, stabbing at her salad, “I’ve been rotated around stupid fucking rehab facilities to program me to be in the League again. I’ve been in the worst of the worst. Psych wards, solitary confinement, then Dr. Hotstuff saved me.” Ivy laughed at her comment of ‘Dr. Hotstuff’ and Zoey shifted, blushing at that she was right about that Dr. Grey was much more handsome than Zoey wanted to admit too. “So, uh, you just have been here for a while? Are you going back to the Tower after this?” Zoey asked, a bit confused. “No, I’ve traveled around under a fake name and ID. I’m never going back to the fuckery that the Agency provides. I’m just visiting this week for some off-time from my new normie life and then going back to London.” “You live in London now?” Trident asked, Zoey remembering that there was a scandal news article that Trident and Scarlet, now Sarah, had dated at one point and time. “Yup. Not moving either. Fuck the States.” She said, eating her salad without care. “Why are you visiting though if life is so good out there?” Zoey asked, looking between the two exes as she was beyond confused why someone would even come back. “I need to do my sessions every few months. Forget my trauma, when it comes back, I tend to have… mood swings, the PTSD comes back and feel the need of Power X again.” She said, shrugging. “Makes sense.” Trident said, going back to his sandwich. “Is that why you’re all here, for Power X addictions?” She looked from Sarah to Ivy to Trident and Joey. Her eyes fixated on Joey, “Humans can’t have Power X or they’ll die, isn’t it?” Joey shook his head, “It can cause cancer, but it gives humans powers in the short-term.” He said between bites of his sandwich. “Why do you sound confused, aren’t you here for the same reasons?” Trident asked, piercing blue eyes looking to her. Zoey shook her head, “No- I just did blended Norm drugs like fentanyl, cocaine, benzos and heroine… it never really did much but gave me a slight buzz. I think the last blend I did was laced with Power X. Not sure though but I knocked out cold on a talk show. Not my proudest moment.” She looked down to her large sandwich and grabbed it with both hands, taking a large bite that Trident and Joey watched in amusement to how much the girl could eat. She scarfed down the sandwich quickly and went to her chips as the room was silent and they were all exchanging glances to each other as she was in her own little world eating hungrily. “Were you stranded on an island starving or something?” Sarah asked with a humorous gaze cast near her and wide eyes to the others. Zoey said between bites, “No, just on a restrictive diet.” She shoved a few more chips in her mouth. The room went silent as Dr. Grey walked in and nodded as he grabbed a sandwich from the tray and a bag of chips, eyes glancing to Zoey engulfed in her food for a moment. She blushed at his glance and suddenly felt like a small child from just one look. His eyes bounced at Zoey’s blush and he tried to not make it obvious as he turned, “Sarah, we can start your session fifteen minutes early if that works for you. I know you have a plane to catch at 4.” “Sounds great! Be there soon then.” She ate quickly as the group had small talk. Zoey noticed Ivy purposefully cold shouldered her with any conversation as Zoey decided to just eat in silence and then leave. The first day flew by with her exploring the beach house and finding a book in the living room area she decided to start reading. After a half an hour she heard a car door close and a black SUV drive down the road that she assumed was Sarah leaving. She laid in her hammock after dinner and read her new sci-fi fantasy book in enjoyment. She could hear the balcony nearby that had Trident in it with Joey and wish she hadn’t been so close to pick up on their words. “Yeah, I’d fuck her in a heartbeat. Cute butt, a little bit of crazy and hot as hell.” She heard Trident’s words so casually in a ‘bro’ voice. “That’s what I was thinking but didn’t want to say it.” Joey laughed in agreement. “Definitely the freaky in bed type though.” Trident said in a joke. “That’s a plus. If you don’t want freaky in the bed type, then I’ll try.” “No- it’s a turn on, don’t get me mistaken, brother.” Trident said back. Zoey sighed in annoyance, having a feeling they were talking about her. She stood, about to leave the balcony, deciding an early bedtime may be better for her then listening to these guys speak like animals. “She’s bright too, wickedly powerful. I’ve heard stories of her fucking shit up; she’d be great for our group. Ivy doesn’t forget what Glow did to her, but maybe she’ll have to get passed it. We could use her.” Trident said. Zoey squinted her eyes as she paused before leaving the balcony… needed her for what? She didn’t move as Joey said, “Yeah, I think you’re right. Ivy will have to get over her grudges she’s held.” Trident said, “She will after she gets her revenge. You know Ivy.” Zoey felt her breath hitch, revenge? What did that mean?

3: Too Good to Be True Glow was kept in a sedated state as she was transferred to the new rehabilitation facility in an undisclosed country. It took about 10 hours on a private jet, yet before she really became conscious, she was there, and it felt like all but 2 minutes. Glow was given a heavy sedative once arriving that she fell asleep as her new living arrangements were put in place. Her dreams were murky and repetitive, almost as if she was trapped in some loop of being stuck in a cage and not being able to get out. She missed the dreams of her flying, those were the ones she really wished were in a loop. Glow finally woke from her sedated slumbers incredibly confused in a well-furnished room she found herself in that almost looked like a studio apartment. She blinked multiple times, wondering if she truly died and was in heaven. She was on a king sized bed with too many pillows, white fluffy covers, a upholstered frame, a miniature glass fridge and her own bathroom. It wasn’t, surprisingly, a hospital inpatient room or gross yellow-walled and mildew smelling rehabilitation facility room she was used too. She looked around, beyond confused how she ended up here. Wasn’t she just at the hospital about to be admitted to another program? If so, she had never had any program like this! Glow got up slowly, the dizziness not as bad as the day prior. She walked to the tall blackout curtains, pulling them back to see a white marble and glass lined balcony with a hammock that overlooked a beach with crashing waves. Her jaw dropped in awe of the beauty and she shook her head, the sight striking her as she only had gone to a beach once or twice in her life, yet no beach has this white of sands and calm of waters. She saw lush forested mountains in the distance in a nearby island and she was beginning to wonder how far in heaven she had traveled and what sins were ignored to get her accepted here. Glow’s toes wriggled on the cool marble tiles and she found herself smiling at the simple feeling. She stretched and sniffed the her hair, noting that she smelled surprisingly good, as if she had taken a bath or shower recently. She paused at the thought: was she bathed in her sleep? She didn’t want to know the answer. Glow heard a knock on her door and she whipped her head over her shoulder, becoming starkly aware that she was only dressed in a light blue silk nightie top and short set. She opened the door as the tall and handsome doctor she saw the day before was towering above her with a smile down to the smaller Super girl. He was much more charming and handsome than she remembered, that was certain. Given, the last time she saw him her vision was blurred and she was on a lot of medication. Lucky for him, Glow still felt a slight calming buzz of some type of sedation in her system that seemed to dull her need to immediately act out in front of this doctor. “Good morning, you look like you slept well.” He mused for a moment, trying to not stare too long at the girl who was strikingly adorable and beautiful with her messy dark brown hair and bright puffy green eyes. She was only a subject and he had to remind himself of that, yet that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire. Her mouth went in a line, mildly annoyed to see the same doctor, “Medically induced sleep is the best.” She tried not to look at his charming and handsome half smile. It annoyed her even more that he was attractive as much as she was sure he was brilliant. He had a strong jawline, longer dark hair, and wrinkles near his eyes when he seemed to smile that only furthered his attractiveness. She tried not to think about it and stare back blankly, considering she was only a patient to him. “I thought I’d give you a tour before breakfast, how does that sound?” He asked, with a tilt of his head, his hair moving slightly with the motion. “I’d rather go to the beach and drown myself.” Glow said, dark humor leaving her mouth that maybe she shouldn’t have said in front of her new doctor. His eyes shifted with a unreadable thought before he turned and walked down the hallway, “Follow me, you may like it here more than you’d think.” Glow paused for a moment, looking down at her nightie and hugging her chest in reserve as she decided to follow, “That’s what the past few rehab centers told me.” Glow said, trotting behind his long strides and trying to keep up. “I'd hate to disappoint but this isn’t a rehab center.” He said as Glow’s eyes squinted curiously at his dark brown and flecks of grey medium-length hair. “Then what is it?” “A revitalization center for Supers. All Supers we’ve had want to come back, whether you decide to believe that or not.” He said, walking down the long marble lined and pillar hallways that connected to a staircase that led down to an enormous entryway with a bar area down a half a floor with a large window overlooking the beach, a half game center, a room living area with couches and a TV and outdoor pool in between where rooms intersect from above that a few people were in. “This is our main area where our guests tend to hang out. Down this hallway is where the kitchen and dining room is.” He led to the hallway towards the large windows near the beach. Smells of eggs and bacon radiated from the kitchen as they passed down another short hallway that led to a dining room with a long light wood and glass table that had light beaming in from the floor to ceiling windows. “Woah.” Glow said, mouth dropping from the beautiful vacation mansion she was somehow in. The doctor took a quick glance to her cute reaction as a server came into with fruit platters. She frowned, crossing her arms and looking up to him, “So what’s the catch? It can’t be just a vacation, right?” Dr. Grey smiled warmly down, “It is for you, if you follow the revitalization program rules to help you recover and be medically cleared, you can leave.” Glow crossed her arms, eyes glaring, “Can you just say it? I don’t like gatekeeping.” Dr. Grey’s face was an unreadable expression in response to her glare, but he didn’t hesitate in saying, “1 hour therapy sessions for 5 days a week for the first two weeks, less dependent on how you’re doing. You must eat 3 meals a day, whatever you want at least you eat I’m happy. Curfew is at 10PM, breakfast is at 8:30AM. Also, it’s not a rule but we do encourage to be active a few times a week, whether that’s a workout, outdoor sports game, swimming, walk, etc. How does that sound?” He said casually that gave Glow a sense that maybe there was more he wasn’t saying. It couldn’t be that easy right? A few weeks of that? She decided she wouldn’t complain or question further. Glow looked to the beach with a nod, “Sure.” Her eyes glanced up at his warm brown ones studying her. He motioned for her to sit at the table as a server brought out the first breakfast dishes. “Feel free to get to know some of the others here, have breakfast, explore the place and then I’ll see you in my office at 10:30AM. If you take a right out of this hallway and a left at the very end of this large hallway, that’s my office.” He looked at his watch, “My first session starts soon so I will see you in two hours, Zoey?” Glow blinked at the use of her real name. It sounded almost sultry in his deeper voice, and she didn’t understand why she felt things she couldn’t fully unpack in that moment in his presence. She realized she was staring a moment too long and nodded, “Yep. See you then.” She sat at the table when he left as a dish of quiche was put in the center of the table along with breakfast sausage. Glow couldn’t put a finger on it, but something in the way he looked at her made her feel bare and stripped of the masque she kept over her at all times, as if he knew her at her core and that there was nowhere she could hide. There was another feeling she just couldn’t quite shake as she looked back to the beach while more dishes were placed in the room. She could not fully understand why she felt a tickle of butterflies in her stomach infused with a pinprick of sadness as he walked away. Glow looked back, curious green eyes following where the strange and mysterious doctor disappeared, wondering why she almost wanted him to come back and give her more attention. Glow had been running away from every single person in her life for the past ten years and craving freedom from the Agency, yet in ten minutes she was craving the undivided attention of someone she had just met. 4: Taste of Freedom Glow sat and stared at the sausage in confusion of her thoughts encircling her brain in a fuzzy, sleepy state. She had so many questions about this place, like, where even was she and why was she given so much freedom? It was unlike her other rehab centers… well, like Dr. Grey said, it wasn’t one? Why on Earth would her mother or manager at the Agency agree to her going to anything this loose in protocols? Glow wanted to get to the bottom of it, it couldn’t be this easy. The server set down cinnamon rolls that smelled delicious to Glow, “Eat, please. We don’t want the food getting cold, it’s an insult to our cooking, really.” She gave a friendly smile to the younger looking girl, “My name is Paula, I’m one of the main chefs here. If there’s something special you’d like, just let me know.” She sauntered back to the kitchen as Glow blinked to her food, still confused why she was given so many choices. For the past 23 years of her life, every choice seemed to be made for her, yet here she was almost given full reign of what she could do. Prior to this, she was a on a strict vegetarian diet and calorie count to stay skinny and prevent acne. Her mother and manager never allowed her to have any sweets, sugar in her coffee or dessert. She was on a harsh regime to workout every day and almost always had to wear makeup to keep up her ‘looks’. It didn’t sound like she was given any type of restrictions, which not even her other facilities she had been at had done. Sure, Dr. Grey said she had to eat 3 times a day, but it was not even close to as strict as her life was living and working at the Agency. She grabbed a cinnamon roll and some bacon, foods that she was never allowed to eat, especially bacon. The Agency wanted a Super that was relatable to the vegetarian and vegan community and advocated it, so Glow was naturally one of the youngest on the League that was forced to adopt a new diet, no matter how much she protested that she loved meat. She, ashamedly, hated to admit to it from all the educational information she had learned about meat, yet this was another choice she didn’t have in her life. It was either listen to the Agency, follow what they want, or get cast away to be a Villian or fired. Glow didn’t know life outside of the Agency, nor did she want to figure out how that would look like. She began eating a piece of bacon and savoring the flavor as a few people walked into the brightly lit dining hall. “Ah, Glow Lightning, isn’t it?” Glow’s eyes connected with Trident Scott, a ‘missing’ Super that the news articles and many fan sites blew up about months ago. He was more handsome in person with his long sand hair and strong muscles. Definitely not Glow’s type, but still nice to look at. She knew from meeting him at red carpet events that he was pretty self-absorbed, always on drugs and also not a great person from what Glow heard from her so-called ‘friends’ in the Super space. The fans drooled at his feet which probably didn’t help his inflated ego. “In the flesh.” She said, grabbing her knife and cutting into her cinnamon roll. “Thought you were vegan.” Ivy Rain said, sitting next to Glow who didn’t necessarily like these people who she would be cohabitating with from prior experiences. “Vegetarian and not by choice.” Glow said, meeting Ivy’s hazel eyes studying hers and Glow almost spitting out her cinnamon roll in shock to see her. From a prior setup rescue, Glow accidentally electrocuted Ivy who’s growing ferns ran across the ground to stop Marcus Vlad, a Villain, and trip him. Glow had a better idea in the heat of the moment and energy pulsed a wave of water over Marcus as she charged lightning to the water that also electrified Ivy’s connected ferns. Glow didn’t know that Ivy felt every type of connected root to her and made that incorrect assumption. Glow sent flowers to Ivy’s hospital room, but she feared that maybe she’d be on Ivy’s shit list after that rescue. “Must’ve been your choice to electrocute me though.” Ivy murmured as she grabbed fruit and part of the breakfast quiche in a cold glare to Glow. Trident snickered with his counterpart that sat next to him that Glow didn’t know, “So you electrocuted Ivy?” A tall guy with blonde, short hair near Trident asked. Glow threw her hands up, “It wasn’t on purpose, I just made a mistake. I didn’t know Ivy could feel her ferns.” Ivy got up with her plate and walked away, muttering, “Sure you didn’t.” Tridents head followed Ivy out as he turned to Glow, “I mean, you’ve pissed a lot of Supers and Villains off during combat, not just her.” Trident’s eyes went over Glow for a second longer than she would have liked. The guy with blonde hair next to him shrugged in agreement. “Isn’t that the point? To piss off Villains?” Glow asked, eyes going from Trident to his friend, “And who even are you?” She asked, her voice more annoyed than she meant. “Joey, some people call me Joe.” Glow looked to Joey for a moment in confusion, wondering if he was a Super or human. He looked like an actor with his charismatic smile, yet she couldn’t place how she knew him. “He’s a human, if you’re wondering. He does a lot of movies though; you may have seen him.” “I don’t watch movies.” Glow said, going back to her food and not really wanting to talk anymore. “So, how’d you end up here, Glow?” Trident asked with a bit of a sultry voice. Glow heard the stories of him dating multiple Supers and could tell he was trying to flirt. Glow was good at looking uninterested and putting a quick wall up, which she did in that moment. Glow paused in annoyance, her posture obviously rigid in not wanting to speak, “Not sure. I just literally woke up here an hour ago.” Trident gave a large smile, “Must’ve been Power X, didn’t think you’d be the type to dabble.” Joey smiled too as Trident and him met eyes and then back to her, “Wow, that’s potent but props to you for trying. Kind of nice seeing another girl Super in here, especially one so beautiful.” He was smooth with his words; Glow would give him that. Glow scarfed down her cinnamon roll, “Nice try, not interested.” She said, getting up and leaving her plate. As she left, she could hear Trident say lowly, “That’s just her, not many Super’s like her because she’s kind of on the rude side. I wouldn’t try if I were you.” Didn’t Trident know she had increased hearing? Most Supers did and it was almost like Trident wanted her to know. Glow was surprised how easily she could leave the back sliding glass door and walk out to the beach. She expected to be yelled at in which she slowly walked over to the water, looking back from time to time to make sure that she wasn’t breaking rules. Glow walked further and further, realizing she was okay to walk to the water after a few moments. Glow curled her toes in the sand below, smiling at the feeling of sand squishing in between her feet. She stepped closer to the water and let it gently roll over her feet. She squatted down, fingers weaving through the water as she looked to the light blue sea before her. Where was she? She had no idea, yet a part of her liked being here already. She was already in a cage staying at the Agency’s assigned dorms in the League Tower, it was freer reign to be at the beach at some recovery or revitalization-whatever facility. Glow sat on the ground near where the waves crashed softly for a good hour, feeling the water, the sun’s rays and the sand. She saw some small fish that shimmered close to the white sand surface that she watched for a few moments. Glow looked at her now almost pink skin, noting she may get burned if she stayed out any longer. She looked back to the large beach house mansion that was out in the middle of nowhere on what looked like a private island with only a lighthouse in the distance. She had heard of the Agency’s private islands for Super safehouses or other reasons and could only assume that’s where they placed her. She was sure after a drug overdose on camera the Agency either would want to paint the picture that she was missing on an undisclosed mission or dead at this point anyways. A small part of Glow hoped the news said she was dead at this point, that’d be great. Maybe then she could start a new life as someone else, maybe go to college and study for a major in art. She had a passion for anything creative and would love to have a mundane and normal live outside of cameras and paparazzi. Glow got up and walked back to the beach house mansion that was half on stilts and towered to 5 floors with multiple balcony rooms that had hammocks. She looked down once she saw Trident on his hammock reading a book casually. She didn’t want to gawk or stare, giving him the impression that she was interested. She had no desire to have any fling with him and would hold strong in ignoring his presence while she resided in the same living quarters as him. Glow remained a virgin and would rather keep it that way. Glow walked into the house and into the large living area with a bookshelf decorating the wall. She looked around for a clock and found one across from the bookshelf. It was 30 minutes until her first session that she still had time to kill. Glow sighed, realizing that she probably didn’t get a phone during her time here. She sauntered to her room and looked in all her dressers. She found clothes from her home, her makeup, jewelry, and undergarments yet no technology in sight. She assumed this was probably the case, considering this was a rehabilitation center or recovery whatever center the doctor seemingly liked to preach. Glow decided to change out of her nightie set and into grey sweatpants, a bra and a white tank top for the day. Glow laid on her bed with a sigh, placing her hands on her flat stomach as she looked to her swirl-brushed white painted ceiling in thought. As bored as Glow was without her phone or technology, it was a bit freeing to social media detox for once. Her life was truly controlled by how many likes, views and reactions she got to her public Instagram and even Tiktok accounts. She always had to focus on more and more content. Her editors posted the videos and hashtags but she was still on a constant cycle of recording things, learning new stupid dances for algorithms and plastering on a fake appearance for strangers on the internet to think that Supers were relatable and desirable. It was fucked up, if you asked Glow, in the fact that she had to show she was ‘relatable’ to the humans of the world. That Supers were like humans which was far from the truth. Humans didn’t understand Supers and if Supers complained about being on social media, making millions through their controlled lives and hating their lives, oh, humans would just make fun of Supers even more than they already did. Glow could trade anything to be normal, really, she would. Glow closed her eyes as she laid there, feeling a bit sleepy from a probable sugar crash from the cinnamon roll and the sun light she absorbed in the past hour. She felt herself drifting off, only to be aroused within her thirty minute slumber as there was a soft knock on the door. She moved a bit, brain going between conscious and subconscious as she heard someone open her door in a small creak and chuckle, “Zoey.” The deep, yet familiar voice said that caused one of her eyes to open. “Gmph.” She mumbled, opening her other eye to see the handsome Dr. Grey in his black slacks and white dress shirt watching her on the bed. She sat up slowly, brushing a hair from her mouth in a slight blush, “Sorry. It’s time, isn’t it?” “Mhm.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning on her wall in patience with a flicker of humor over his expression looking over the cute sleepy girl’s face. “You’re about 10 minutes late and I’ll allow it this one time.” “Ah, that’s where the subtle threats begin.” Glow said, getting off the bed and stretching. Her little white tank top pulling up slightly to expose her stomach underneath her grey sweatpants. Dr. Grey’s eyes traveled down for a moment and then looked away, patiently waiting for the girl to start moving. “This way.” He turned and led out of the room as she trotted behind him, her bare feet padding the ground cutely. He smiled to himself, brushing off his thoughts. He had plans already for her and didn’t want to get his feelings intertwined with his work. He was good about staying professional, yet he was still allowed his own thoughts that may not have been such. He sat down at his desk and waved to the comfortable upholstered couch before him, “Sit, get comfortable.” Glow nodded, sitting, and noticing how deep seated and comfortable the couch was. She was only waking up from a nap, but it almost wanted to make her nap some more, “So, uh…” Her thoughts tumbled out of her head, like they always did, “I’m not good in therapy. I’m sure you’ve heard. If we can just act like we did the sessions, that’d be mutually great for the both of us.” Glow said, eyes darting from his handsome and humorous gaze he gave her back to her hands in a nervous shift. Why did his humored look give her butterflies? She hated it… a little bit at least. “I’ve heard the stories.” He said, opening his laptop on his desk and getting out a notepad, “Why do you not like therapy?” He prodded already, to Glow’s annoyance. “I just-“ She paused about to sugarcoat her words as if she were in a televised interview and deciding to switch off her fake self and be blatant, “it’s stupid. It’s all framed to make Supers want to continue being Supers and then it’s all leaked to Kathleen or Theresa.” She said, saying her mom’s name Kathleen but not referring to her as ‘mom’ with an edge to her voice. “Hm.” He said, typing, “Well, as much as you probably do not trust therapy at this stage, I can only tell you that my practice is not Agency funded nor League affiliated like the facilities you’ve been in prior.” He said, eyes evenly meeting hers, “Meaning, what’s said is between myself and you only unless it could harm yourself or others.” “But that’s the loophole, isn’t it? Supers are harmful to others if they have mental problems so thus you must tell everyone involved.” Glow said, knowing from prior experience it was all a lie. “That’s what blackmailed practitioners by the Agency do, yes. I blackmail others so the ball is in my court.” He said, typing without a blink of an eye. Glow’s mouth opened, “What-“ He looked to her with an unreadable expression, “that’s fucked. So do they really and, if so, how did I end up here?” Also, what did he mean by he also blackmailed? Glow thought but didn’t know if she should push the envelope. Dr. Grey said slowly with a disappointed glower in his brown eyes, “Watch. Your. Language.” His tone was authoritative suddenly that made Glow shift in surprise by the change of voice. It set her in her place quick yet also had a side effect of excitement. He sat back and crossed his arms that Glow tried not to gawk at, “I don’t reveal my cards and the Agency was desperate with you. It was either send you to me or create a fake death, one of which they can’t do considering your current growth and relatability on social media with the younger generations.” “Da-rn.” Glow said, stopping herself midway to not curse again. She didn’t want to risk getting yelled at again or… worse? She didn’t understand Dr. Grey yet, but he was mysteriously alluding to her being in trouble by her language a few moments ago and she did not know what that offense could cause. She had a feeling she didn’t want to know though. She looked from her hands to Dr. Grey’s warm brown eyes and half smirk as if he could read her thoughts, “It would have been better if they killed me off in a new storyline.” “Agreed.” Dr. Grey said, though agreeing for his own unspoken reasons outside of hers. Glow blinked, “Did you just agree?” “I did.” She opened her mouth and blurted, “Why though? Aren’t they paying you to get me back out there or something?” “They are paying me to keep you for now before they decide what to do, dependent on how you do here with me.” He said, typing once more in his laptop. “Oh. So, I just behave and I go back right?” And if I misbehave then I get killed off… that was the best case scenario! She thought to herself. He spoke quickly as if responding to her thoughts, “You can’t misbehave on purpose with me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t think you’d want what would happen next if you did with me anyways. Just because I’m a doctor doesn’t mean I’m ethical nor fair.” He said, a slight flicker of mischief in his eye that Glow caught in confusion to his words. What did that look mean? Was he really a doctor then? Glow had a dark feeling that this handsome and charming doctor was not who he may have made himself out to be. She had heard of real villains, ones that hid in the shadows or weren’t portrayed or paid by the Agency… she never thought she’d come across a real one until today.

2: Revived Glow’s fingers twitched as she felt herself slowly waking in a room with an annoying beeping noise. She clawed at the uncomfortable thing on her hand, yanking it off quickly as more faster paced beeping sounded in the room. Glow growled in her half-unconscious state, a pain spreading in her hand. A few nurses ran over, “Miss, please don’t move!” They yelled at Glow as she sat up and looked down at the uncomfortable culprit on her hand with blood dripping from the tiny IV site that she ripped off. “I don’t want to be here.” Glow snarled, eyes recognizing she was in a hospital room with a dark glass door. Flashbacks of her going to Rehab after her drug overdoses went through her head. Fuck! She thought, the realization hit her that it’d be the same song and dance. She’d have to suck up to her nurses and doctors to prove she was well enough. It was an excruciating process she just couldn’t go through again. She wanted to be back at her apartment, not in some rehabilitation center for Supers! “Please, ma’am, if you calm down we won’t have to-“ The nurse began saying as Glow got up from the bed. “I am leaving AMA, I don’t agree to care. Thank you.” Glow was suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea from standing, she held the bed for a moment, blinking. The nurse pushed her back in order to help her from falling, “Just sit for a moment, hun-“ “I DID NOT CONSENT FOR YOU TO TOUCH ME.” Glow yelled as she pushed back with her current of electricity she didn’t intentionally know she pulled from the lights above, the nurse flying across the room and knocking unconscious as she hit the wall. A doctor was running to the scene as a code Orange in the hospital was called overhead and the other nurses began closing their patients doors to protect them from a possible Super outbreak. The doctor, tall, dark, and handsome, slowly approached as Glow still had her hands wielded in front of her, ready to defend herself, “I would like to leave, doctor. My only request before I do something I don’t want too-“ She felt a sting in her neck and gasped, “Ah- fuck.” She winced and her hands went to the back of her neck that she pulled a god-damn sleeper from. She backed up onto the bed, knowing she’d fall asleep soon. Within a few moments, the medicine caused a prickling feeling to go from her toes to her head and she was knocked out cold. “I can assure your team that the program would help her a lot. It’s not really a clinic feeling, not imprisoning like most. We have great practices that have changed Supers for the better.” Glow was slowly stirring awake from the hum of voices in her room. Her eyes slit open slightly in a calmed state. She was given some type of relaxant that was seeming to keep her adrenaline from secreting enough for her to start thrashing about again. She tugged to move her arms and couldn’t move her hands from soft cuffs. She rustled a bit as she opened her eyes to squint at the people in her room talking softly in careful whispers to not disturb the girl. “Hi Zoey bird, how are you doing honey?” For the purposes of anonymity and identity protection at her status, she was known as Glow Lightning. The only people who called her Zoey was her family and friends. She distasted her real name the most when her mother spoke to her, especially when she said ‘Zoey bird’. “Fuck off, Sharon.” She grumbled in her drug infused state. The nurse came over and was checking vitals, “She’s cleared to go as far as vitals go, Dr. Grey.” “Good, so if we are all in agreement then we’ll transfer her tonight, start her care plan and in a few weeks revisit how long she’ll need to be in the program.” Dr. Grey stated, looking down at Zoey’s innocent yet peaceful expression as she looked to be drifting between conscious and subconscious states, eyes fluttering to stay awake. “Agreed, it seems to be our last option to try.” A voice said from the phone they were also speaking too. “She will go back, I’m sure.” Sharon said with a hum of certainty. Zoey’s eyes fluttered slightly from hearing the talk as if it were a bad dream. She absolutely did not want to go back to rehab, yet it seemed like another choice had been forced upon her. Great, just great, Glow thought, drifting back into unconsciousness.

Glow Lightning is surviving through life as a Super, controlled by her employer, the Agency, where she can't seem to catch a break with. The Agency, a corporation that has a long known history in manufacturing Supers and employing them for exploitation and profits, is weary of the hot and uprising Super influencer Glow Lightning's hesitation to move into the celebrity spotlight that they keep urging her to step into in the countless movie roles and opportunities they keep pushing her way. Luckily, or possibly unlucky, for Glow, she stumbles into a laced bag of drugs that causes her to overdose with Power X and now is in the hands of a Super revitalization program that miraculously cures Supers of their addictions, mental illnesses, trauma and restores Supers to a 'normal' state. In this program, Glow finds that she has developed weird fantasies she just can't shake and meets a doctor that seemingly isn't who he says he is that she begins crushing on. Throughout the program, Glow discovers new things about herself and uncovers dark secrets of the Agency that she can never look at her job and what she knew about her fellow Supers the same ever again. Will her resistance to the Agency's plans for her ruin her and, consequently, her life? Or, quite possibly, will the doctor she meets along her journey the person who will be responsible for her downfall first? Find out in this multiple book series, the Super Baby Saga. This has certain themes inspired by The Boys and Sky High. Hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing it! Warnings: drug abuse, explicit content(AI artwork), topics surrounding suicide and self-harm, sexual scenes, smut, and dark scenes Author's note: Thanks to those who read and comment in support of my stories and this hobby of writing I've taken on now half of my life now! I've struggled with elements of the stories I've written and this forum and community has made life worth living, so thank you to those in this community and DD for hosting this site. ♥️ _____________________________________ Super Baby Saga: The Tale of Glow & Dr. Mastermind Volume 1: Glow Lightning’s Regression 1: Unconscious Glow Lightning pulled out her drug bag and emptied the powder on the counter in her empty makeup room. She stared for a moment, a thought of hesitation bubbling in her head before flaring her nostrils and leaning down. She wasted not one more second in sniffing up the mixed drugs of benzodiazepines and opioids, wishing one would kill her already and take her from the pain of living through another day of plastic reality in front of cameras and acting like everything was perfect being a Super. Unfortunately, as much as she tried in the past, she’d only put herself in comas for a few days or land her in rehabilitation programs. No fatal drug combination seemed to work, as much as her managers would try to cover up her tracks and suicidal ideations. Being a 'Super' was oh-so-romanticized by movies, shows and comic books. Glow was bred into the culture from a young age with a group of other mutt children who were raised in either adopted by rich or wanna-be rich families to have children with supernatural powers and one day, if having the right mix of powers, beauty and intelligence, could become real Supers that were idolized and looked up to like celebrities one day. With that type of influence, they were easily pushed to Hollywood to become childhood actors, shown on TV shows, the news, movies, and talk shows. Was it ethical? Hell no… yet with the new advancements in science and genetic altering, the Super Agency wanted to capitalize on Super children, along with a few other corporations that profited off of creating super heroes and villains. If you were hired by the Agency, it was the same as selling your soul to the devil if you still had one after going through the realization that your whole childhood was a lie and that your parents bought you to only sell you to the slavery of the Agency. As much as TV brainwashes people that supers were aspiring and at celebrity statuses like musicians and actors, it didn’t mean Supers were coping. Take Irwin Godwing for example, one of the infamous supers who went crazy and tried killing innocent bystanders during a setup news report that he was supposed to save a cruise ship that was taken hostage by a villain. Little to the publics knowledge, villains were only outcast supers who didn’t make the cut and were offered high paychecks to stay in hiding but perform malicious acts for a living. They were good people, but with politics and all the Agency needed to keep their sponsorships right? If their sponsors wanted to cause fear mongering and prove a point, if they paid enough to the Agency they would make it happen while still causing hundreds of innocent people on one cruise ship to go through a fake hostage that was completely real to them to only be killed by the hero that was supposed to save them. Irwin, who supposedly was hopped on 10X the normal dose of fentanyl and Power X, flew into the cruise ship where people were kept in the auditorium. As people clapped, he swooped in with his wings and murdered hundreds. The villain, Darius the Grey, had to incapacitate him, causing a huge upset with the Agency as they needed to send more Supers out. The other Supers Harrow, Captain Thwart, and Dogman Jones came out to stop Darius and saw that Irwin was on the ground. He was taken into questioning afterwards on what happened and, luckily for Darius, one hostage had a video on their phone of Irwin. If not, Darius may have been sentenced to be chemically executed. It was rare for Supers or Villians, but it did happen if you stepped out of line. The rules were simple: you can’t kill Supers. Villian's murders, on the other hand, were excusable... along with innocent civilians or hostages. It was fucked up, really. Glow put away her drugs quickly and fixed her makeup, looking up her nose to make sure that she had nothing up her nostrils. She heard a knock on her door, “Glow, are you ready? We only have like- 3 minutes!” Glow rolled her bright green eyes to herself in the mirror as she heard her manager, Theresa's, voice. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Glow murmured as she fixed her dark brown hair, framing the front of her pixie shaped face. While she didn’t need much makeup, her face had a fresh caking from the KCBS news station makeup artists. Glow cracked open the door and the KCBS production team came in, rushing Glow to the couch where her dark grey jean jacket was adjusted and her hair was fixed in front of her. “Hi Glow, how are you before we begin?” Jane Stransberry of KCBS asked with a plastered magenta lipstick smile that matched her bright magenta dress. Glow felt a bit of the high beginning with the drugs she snorted a few moments before, “Just peachy.” She said, without smiling. Jane’s mouth fell in a line, obviously feeling the negatively that she was warned about from the Super they were interviewing. “On air in 60 seconds.” The production crew member said as Glow nodded, feeling a whoosh of light headedness as she sat there. She blinked under her fake eyelashes, looking to the lights that seemed a bit too bright at the moment. Her finger twitched and she felt a current pass through her as the lights dimmed a bit. “Uh, our lighting is dimming!” One lighting person murmured in a slightly stressed tone. A corner of Glow’s mouth went up and Theresa’s blue eyes narrowed to Glow, as she walked up and whispered in annoyance, “Knock it off!” Glow sighed and let go of the light energy, clasping her hands as the production team began counting down. Jane straightened out and the screen before it flashed ‘live’ with a red glow, “Welcome to KCBS, today we are joined by our special guest Glow Lightning. Thanks for coming on our morning talk show, Glow!” She nodded courteously to Glow who awkwardly nodded back with a plastic smile she had learned to give through many years of being on stages. Glow could feel another whoosh of light headedness that was followed by nausea. She swallowed as she shifted, the bright lights bothering her progressively more. Glow usually felt light and bubbly after taking the opioids and benzo combo... not like this. Jane said something to Glow, but Glow didn’t hear it, beginning to get concerned that maybe she had too much of her special mix of opioids and other drugs. It took a lot to get her to this state of feeling the drugs as it took 5X dose that of humans to get Supers feeling anything, but it was quite possible she could have overdosed. There was an awkward pause as Jane blinked to Glow who was staring at the floor, looking to be breathing raggedly. Jane could tell something was wrong and heard recent stories of this Supers loss of movies, shows and brand deals due to her lack of care and rudeness. Jane looked at the camera as she heard her producer to talk about the recent rescue of an orphanage that Glow was a part of. “Glow Lighting was featured in the recent tragic story of an orphanage on fire and saved over 50 children. Let’s watch the clips of the rescue and a few interviews from that day.” Jane nodded to the camera as they cut the visual of Glow on the couch from the live footage. Glow felt like the lights were starting to hurt her head as she squinted and lunged forward, hand going up towards the lights and feeling her hands glow as the lights flickered off and everyone in the room began panicking. The producers gasped in annoyance to see the celebrity Super shatter their lighting and electricity in one motion. Glow could barely hear producers cursing along with her manager as her head began pounding and she was disassociating, slowly losing consciousness. “I-“ She shook her head, thinking about the mixture of her drugs and knowing it wasn’t that much, not enough to cause this reaction. Before she lost consciousness, the thought that maybe her bag got laced with Power X from her last transaction. She had heard of Supers recently getting laced drugs, yet she didn’t think it’d ever be her. She knew Power X was the good stuff, but she didn’t want to get addicted nor ever try it. Sure, her opioids and benzos were fun and harmless like weed for non-Supers and are nonaddictive, but the Power X was potent, drive one crazy or, worse, kill a Super. All this to say, Glow had fallen down rabbit holes of drugs, but never the Power X. She wasn’t that stupid to ever get her hands on the drug. Well… until now.

I've slowed down a bit on writing on this that I apologize for not posting more of. Here's to another chapter and the plot thickens haha! Chapter 13: Initiation Luna sat down next to Wren at the dining hall for dinner that evening, “You’re like, glowing, Wren.” Wren shrugged, “New skincare routine… called being in a coma for a week. You should try in sometime.” Luna laughed with a nudge, “It seems more like a ‘I just had sex’ glow but the coma makes sense too.” Was it that obvious? Wren blushed in thought. Her eyes glanced to a few tables over to see Nate not as his usual table. As the dining hall filled up, she was looking for him but he never came. She was expecting to go to the game with him after dinner, but maybe she’d meet him at the game instead. Wren paused, not ready to see him so soon and recovering still from what happened that morning. She blushed deeper, thinking about her wearing a diaper and him cleaning her earlier. It was embarrassing, yet made her melt for him even more. “You’re glowing today, Wren.” Pixie chirped, sitting down at the table with her food as Frederick trotted behind. Frederick looked at Wren curiously with his yellow eyes and then back to his plate of food. “I never understand what ‘glowing’ means. I mean, she’s not radiating.” Frederick looked to Luna and Pixie in confusion, “If that were the case, I’d be concerned of radiation poisoning.” He mumbled, going to his food. Pixie explained, “It’s like an after-sex thing, ya know?” Luna, Wren and Frederick went quiet, always being taken off guard by Pixie’s comments. “I thought Wren was pure and virgin this whole time.” Frederick stated as everyone laughed together. After the group ate, Wren looked around the dining hall in the case Nate would be around. He wasn’t and Frederick left early to meet with his team. “I think I’ll go to the restroom before we go.” She said, getting up. Pixie and Luna waited in the dining hall for Wren to return. Wren walked down the halls to the restroom, turning the corner as her head was covered by a sack and she lost vision. She began kicking and screaming as she felt a person grasp her from behind. Wren felt a prickly feeling grow from her toes to her face suddenly, making her quiet and restful in a sleep. What felt like a few moments pass and she woke up, eyes blinking and adjusting to the dim room. She heard water drops onto a wet surface as her eyes made out an expanse room with a flowing water mote that went through the room. The ceilings were high and there were no windows. It looked like a creepy basement she found herself in. She flinched as she saw figures standing around her with pointy hooded cloaks on. They were chanting lowly and Wren looked to the ground, seeing a fire start under her chair as she gasped and tried moving away from it, yet she was tied to a chair. She wrestled the ropes over her hands for a moment, realizing it was pointless. Wren gulped, looking at the figures standing around her and seeing slight differences. One figure was shorter than the rest. Two figures were tall, five others went in various sizes between. Two figures in the five medium heights had dark burgundy cloaks on. The others had different colors. Wren gasped as the fire flickered a light blue, almost white as it spread out in five directions on the ground and circled into a perfect star within a circle pattern. Was Wren getting sacrificed? Wren thought, seeing the satanic looking circle underneath her flicker and a figure walking up to her. Wren closed her eyes, expecting to feel pain. A moment passed and she felt her hands roughly taken, the ropes on her hands being cut off and the person removing the ropes taking down their hood. Wren squinted at the person, seeing a familiar face, “Luna?” Luna’s brown eyes looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, Wren.” She said, nodding to her an going back to the circle. Wren shook her head, beyond confused what was happening as the chanting stopped completely. Two other people took their hoods down. Wren’s eyes flashed in hatred as she saw the faces of Sin and Jinx Sinister. Sin approached, taking a blade out of her pocket of the cloak. Wren had her hands untied, yet she didn’t move a muscle, eyes watching in horror of the knife near her. Sin raised the blade as Wren winced and Sin raised her other hand, cutting herself with the blade, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” “Forever she may live.” The group said in unison as Sin’s blood dripped between the stone slits in the ground that the fire flickered out of. Sin passed the blade to Jinx and Jinx did the same, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” Wren’s mouth gaped open, looking at Jinx do the same and bleed. She handed it to Luna, who repeated the same phrase. Luna passed the blade to another person who remained with their hoods on. The fourth hooded figured revealed themselves. Wren looked at them as they showed their faces the 5th being Draconia Killbourne who was one of Jinx and Sin’s half vampire half warlock friends. Wren’s eyes fixated on the last hooded figure that was one of the two tall figures in the coven. The figure let down their hood as Wren’s mouth dropped in shock as he took the knife. Nate’s apologetic sea blue eyes met Wren’s shocked ones as he said, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her, forever she may live.” He said darkly, taking the knife and slicing his palm as his blood dropped down. He stuck out the handle of the knife to Wren. The fire changed colors as blood dropped and Wren could feel a tingling in her fingertips. “You take it, cut and say, ‘Forever may we live.’” Wren stood, looking at the knife and into Nate’s eyes, wondering if she was falling in love with the devil himself as the flames flickered in the reflection of his eyes as she met his in uncertainty. She looked down to the knife, not knowing if taking it was the day her life ended or began.

I love how you painted this world and the characters within it so far. It is well-written and I can't wait to see where Emily and Alex create next in the dreams!

Chapter 13: New Flesh Wren woke up and shifted, feeling the crinkle of a soft diaper wrapped around her waist. “Good morning, my little baby, Guinevere.” Nate murmured in Wren’s ear, cuddling her with her head on his chest and his hand on her diapered bottom, patting gently. Wren completely forgot where she was and who she was with from the incredible sleep she got the night before that she woke up in a daze. Wren picked her head up, shifting slightly and feeling the urge to pee, “Good morning.” She mumbled, eyebrows knitting together, “What time is it?” Nate chuckled at her messy hair and sleepy voice, “It’s 8AM, sleepy baby.” He said, fingertips tracing the leak guards of her diaper as she slowly stirred awake. She looked like a small lion and he just wanted to coddle her. “I’m just going to pee real quick.” Wren said, feeling pressure increasing on her bladder the more she was awake. She tried pushing up off of Nate but his other arm quickly snaked around her back and held her down. “It’s cute that you think you’re allowed to use the restroom already.” He said lowly in her ear as she gasped, eyes looking at him with a flash of surprise by what he said. “You’re not serious, right?” She asked, shifting as she really needed to pee. She didn’t go to the restroom since before dinner yesterday and honestly was surprised at this point she didn’t wet in her sleep. Nate smiled with a flicker of playfulness, “Does someone need help wetting?” He asked in concern, as if she genuinely needed help. Wren blushed, feeling her face hot as she hid her face into Nate’s t-shirt, “Nope, I’m good.” She said with a twinge of annoyance that he was really going to make her wet herself. It was cute and all yesterday when he mentioned he was into her potentially using the diapers but now the reality was setting in and Wren had to deal with his true motives head on. Nate moved Wren onto her back as she grumbled and he grabbed her arms. He put them above her head as he leaned over her. A mischievous flicker was in his eyes as she looked up to him and he smiled wide like a lion about to pounce. His eyes darted to her neck and back to her eyes. Wren’s eyes widened, “No-Nate, No!” She yelped as he leaned into her neck and she tried to hide it but he was too quick, blowing kisses into her ticklish spot as she squirmed below him in a fit of laughter. What was worse is he held her arms with one of his arms and then took his free hand to start exploring for new tickle zones. He began at her armpits, then he stopped kissing to her relief and he moves down to her stomach. She giggled a little bit, but not to his liking yet so he trailed down to her legs. Wren was slightly sweating from the need to pee as he tickled under her knees and she gasped in a loud laugh. “Another ticklish spot, hm?” He asked although he knew the answer. He began to reposition himself to lock down her legs to start her impending tickling but the moment he moved she also did. Wren squirmed away from him and tried rolling off the bed but he grabbed her ankles and quickly pulled him towards her. “Please no, Nate!” She yelped as he turned her over and locked one leg in a slight bend with putting his own leg under hers and gripping her ankle. As much as she writhed, she couldn’t get out of his strong hold. “Bad girl. Next time you try to run away from being tickled I will spank you, understand?” He said in a serious tone as the room went silent for a moment and Wren squirmed, awaiting her punishment of tickles soon to be unleashed upon her. “I rather have that right now instead of this if it’s on the menu.” Wren said as he smiled to her, humor flicking across his eyes. He ignored her request, beginning to tickle underneath her knees as she squealed in giggles. “HAHAHAHA, NATE! Please I’m literally going to pee myself! Stop!” She writhed more underneath him as she felt her bladder fail her for a moment and pee trickle out in a small squirt. Nate was chuckling as he watched her and she moved more under him. He could tell she was close to wetting by the more frequent squeals she made. “Babies wet themselves all the time. You can’t help it, you’re just a baby, Guinevere.” He said in a belittling tone between his breaths. It did become a workout trying to hold her down and tickle her. He moved knees and tickled the underneath of her other knee. Wren felt her bladder completely let go as she laughed loudly and he kept going. Her body squirming less as the diaper filled in warmth around her bottom and front section. “I want to test one more tickle spot.” Nate said, seeing her face get red and her laughs dwelling. She looked more relaxed and he could tell that she must have wet. Wren looked to him confused, wondering if he could tell she just wet. Nate flipped Wren onto her stomach as she blushed, feeling the warm squish on her crotch and realizing the urine hadn’t settled in the diaper yet so her front section of the diaper bulged more. Nate took off her socks as she gasped. “I wet already Nate, no need to continue!” She said, her foot curling as she tried pulling away. “I don’t think you’re done wetting yet, Guinevere.” He said behind her as he continued his torment, his fingertips quickly brushing the sole of her foot. Wren squealed in giggles. The feeling of his soft fingers brushing her soles making her feel a bit hot and bothered as he tickled, and he was right: she wasn’t done wetting. She felt her bladder give out on her again. Wren scrunched her face, feeling the wetness gather near the crotch of the diaper. As gross as it was, the dirty diaper clinging to her and pushing into the right places made her wet in a different way. How fucked up am I to like this? Wren thought to herself as Nate ceased his torment, letting go of his grip. Wren rolled over and sat on Nate’s bed, looking to him timidly as she wiped her tears from laughing so hard away from her face. “Come here.” Nate commanded as he sat and leaned against his headboard with a motion for her to crawl onto him. She obeyed and let him pull her into him, “Diaper check time.” He said in her ear in a sultry tone. Wren bit her lip as she looked up to him and then down as the diaper that swelled around her. It was now looking embarrassingly large after she wet it. She nuzzled her head into his chest in humiliation as his hand touched the front padding, eliciting a moan from Wren. Nate shifted in surprise by her excitement again, “Someone likes that, hm?” He tilted his head to get a better look at her face as she looked up to him with a slight nod. Nate chuckled lightly, his chest rumbling on Wren’s face as he pressed in again and she moaned once more. He then kept pressing, altering pressure on her squishy and warm diaper. She kept moaning as it felt better and better, but not enough to make her climax. To say the least, it was a tease for Wren. He sighed with a shake of his head, “You are so naughty this morning that I think maybe I should clean you and give you a proper spanking at this point.” He said as Wren moaned with a gasp when he touched her a last time. His words sending her close to the edge but not enough. It was like he was purposefully teasing her! So unfair! She thought. Nate moved her onto the bed and went to the bathroom, grabbing some wipes, a towel and something else he slipped into his pocket of his dark green plaid pajama bottoms that Wren couldn’t see. He came back with his supplies as she awaited him obediently. His eyes bounced happily at how she looked to flushed and excited for him. He placed the towel on his bed and patted the center of it for her to lay on top. She quickly climbed over to him as he laughed at her hunger more of his touch. Nate pressed into the crotch of her diaper as she moaned as she pushed against him and he scolded lightly, “Naughty girl.” He said, getting aroused from seeing her so excited in a dirty diaper. He removed the tapes of the sides of her diaper and opened his wipe package. Nate pulled down the front of the diaper and went to work, being sure to not touch her wet and red center with the wipes for a good minute. Wren was waiting for him to wipe her on her button, but he didn’t for a hot second. She groaned as she could almost tell he was trying to tease her at this point. Nate chuckled at her groan, grabbing a new wipe and quickly wiping her center parts, “There we go, all clean.” She groaned and threw her head back, starting to feel frustrated. “Spanking time, Guinevere.” He stated after he rolled up and threw out her dirty diaper. He sat on the side of the bed as she crawled over his lap. What happened next, she didn’t expect so suddenly. His fingers grazed her sweet spots and touched her for a few moments, rubbing her as she moaned loudly. Then he dipped into her for a few moments, pulling out after a good minute as she groaned again. “Can you please stop teasing me, Nate?” She asked as she laid there and tilted her head towards him in a pout. “When you say it like that it only prolongs your situation, hm?” He says with a serious and reprimanding tone that just makes her more excited as she groans again. She gasped in pleasure as she felt something cold and hard go into her and Nate snapped his fingers, the object inside of her coming to life and rocking back and forth with a slight vibration inside her, giving her a pleasurable feeling but not enough to get her to climax. “You’ve been a very very naughty baby, Guinevere.” He said again to remind her why she was getting this treatment. Wren squirmed in pleasure as whatever inside her kept her on edge as his fingertips grazed her bottom and he gave her a hard spank. Wren moaned, “Nate!” Nate smiled, knowing that she was kept on the brink of excitement as he began spanking her more and she squirmed underneath him. He continued for a good few minutes until he decided he teased her enough. “I think it’s time for someone’s treat.” He murmured as he snapped his fingers again and the magical bead inside her thrusted and vibrated harder inside. His hand rubbed her on the outside as she was sent over the edge. Nate kept touching her afterwards and didn’t stop the magical bead to her dismay as she kept moaning and built up to a second orgasm. After the second one he kept going and she shuddered into a sweet third one. He snapped his fingers and pulled the magic bead out. His mind musing that she was multi orgasmic and he would surely have fun with her going forward. “What a good girl.” He praised as he took a wipe, wiping her wetness on her lower regions off. Wren crawled off of him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him as her hand went down his abdomen and his hand grabbed her wrist quickly. His eyes narrowed to hers as he pulled away from their kiss. “Ah, ah, ah… do you want another spanking already?” He asked. She pulled back, “Sorry.” Wren said, blushing and feeling like she did something wrong. Nate kissed her forehead, “It’s okay little one, you’ve been such a good girl this morning.” Wren smiled and got off the bed, “I should probably go back to my dorm before Pixie thinks I was abducted by a witch cult again.” She said, eyes trailing to Nate’s bedside alarm stating it was already 9AM. Nate nodded, smiling warmly, “What are you doing later tonight?” He asked, leaning back a bit on the bed as her eyes looked at the magic bead still in his hand, a bit embarrassed on how excited she just was. Wren went to her clothes that were on the bed, putting on the skirt but putting her dirty underwear in her satchel. She shrugged, “I think I’m free?” Her eyes went back to the thing in his hand, “What is that, by the way?” Nate chuckled, looking down at it then to her, “It’s a magic sex toy, Wren.” Wren blushed, “It was nice.” She said, finding her socks on his bed and putting them on in a hobble. “Mhm, it seemed like you liked it.” He mused as humor played at his expression as he watched her try to fix her messy hair before she left. “Tonight I was going to the game, I was going to ask if you’d like to go with me?” Nate said after a few moments lost in his thoughts. “On a Sunday night there’s a game? What type?” “It’s the opening night for the Garlock Tournaments game.” Wren nodded, “Oh yeah! Frederick’s in that. Is it okay if Pixie and Luna join us?” Wren totally forgot about the opening night! Maybe it was the fact that she was in a coma for a week and forgot what day it way. Nate nodded, “Of course.” He said with a warm smile as she went to his door. “Thanks Nate for the urm-“ She trailed off, “really nice time, yesterday and today.” Nate chuckled, “There will be much more, Guinevere. I’m not as nice as I was today so don’t get used to it.” Wren blushed at the thought of what that meant, “Bye, Nate.” She said, not commenting on the last part of his statement before she slipped out of his room. Wren came back to her dorm, wrinkling her nose as she realized she smelled like baby powder or, quite possibly, urine from the morning activities and hoping Pixie was still sleeping when she came in the room. “Wren! I have so much I wanted to tell you!” Pixie exclaimed, already fully awake as she heard the door open. Wren said, “I just want to take a shower real quick if that’s okay, Pixie.” She said, wondering if she smelled like urine or baby powder and not knowing which one was worse to be caught with smelling like. Pixie said, “It’s really quick things though, just give me a second or two!” She said, running up to Wren and looking at her friends messier hair with a paused, “You two had sex, didn’t you?” Pixie asked suddenly, wanting to know. Wren bit her lip, “Yes, Pixie. We did.” Pixie squealed, “I knew it!!” She jumped up and down, “I’m so happy for you!” She paused, smelling her friend, “You kind of smell stale though to be honest. Maybe you should shower first, no offense.” Wren’s mouth fell in a line as she blushed, walking to the bathroom, “It’ll be 3 minutes tops and I’ll be back!” She ran into the shower quickly. Wren hopped out a few minutes later with her bathrobe on and her hair up in a towel as Pixie immediately attacked with questions, “Was he good in bed?” Wren blushed, “Really good, Pixie. Phenomenal.” She said, a bit embarrassed thinking about what had happened and that she had orgasmed more than she could count on one hand. Pixie smiled widely, “I’ve always heard mermen are really good in bed. A bit on the overwhelming side too, but I heard they have something where they’re really into oral due to their powers or whatever.” Wren was drinking water as she almost spit it out, “Pixie!” Her and Pixie began giggling. “Is it true though? Has he already went down on you?” She asked, light pink eyes curious. Wren sighed with a blush, “Yes he has.” Wren paused for a moment, “Did you say for their powers?” Pixie nodded, “It’s like a thing. They get euphoric feelings on doing oral based on their partners excitement and it also helps their powers or something like that. Look it up on Reddit threads, I promise I’m not making it up.” Wren blushed, wondering what that meant as she shook her head, feeling dizzy from the subject and wanting to change it, “So what did you want to tell me?” Pixie sat crossed legged, “So the whole witch cult trying to sacrifice you thing we were talking about yesterday, I figured out what I think happened to you!” She excitedly pulled her book out and opened it on a tabbed page, depositing it on Wren’s bed as Wren’s eyes traced the illustrations of a ritual with a huge moon near the woman drawn on a stake with a fire around her, “It’s in latin but I Google translated it and it says that on a full moon if a white witch is sacrificed, the white witch is struck with incredible magical powers, everlasting youth and healing powers.” Pixie paused, shaking her head at the text, “But if the sacrifice of a white witch happens on a Blood Moon, the white witch gets struck with the above BUT also becomes the High Priestess of the coven.” Wren squinted at the page in confusion, “Wh-what does that even mean?” Pixie explained, “That you’re the new leader of the cult, whether they like it or not or even know it yet.” Pixie got more excited as she spoke quickly, “And get this: if the High Priestess dies the coven also dies. That’s why they sacrifice white witches, because white witches are immortal which in turn makes them immortal.” Wren shook her head, “There’s no way that happened, Pix. If so, wouldn’t they have already came to me?” Pixie shrugged, “I’d say they don’t know yet. They obviously were stupid enough to sacrifice a white witch on a Blood Moon.” Wren shook her head, looking down and realizing what this may mean. It sounded great to Pixie, yet not to Wren. Wren didn't say it, but she was either dealing with incredibly stupid witches or incredibly brilliant ones that must have known she was a white witch. She gave it to Pixie for having an optimistic viewpoint, yet to Wren, this was as close to a death sentence she could ever get if she was truly immortal. This meant Wren was part of a deadly cult and, by the sounds of it, didn’t have the choice to walk away since she was now bound to this group of witches and warlocks she didn’t know. Whether Wren was now a leader of a witch cult or it's immortal slave, Wren didn't know yet but she had a feeling she'd soon find out.

I'd say it's a Harry Potter inspired story mixed with inspiration from Halloweentown, American Horror Story Coven and a bit of other stories, movies and shows I've consumed growing up based on magic and fantasy. I tried to not to do a fan fiction or anything because I am no J.K. Rowling in writing by any means and did not want to disrespect her writing with a not as well-written story haha! I'm a big Harry Potter fan though and I think it's hard to not write elements as close to hers since I grew up reading and watching the movies half of my life.

Thank you for the compliments of the story! When I saw your comment I did lol because I fell off the face of DailyDiapers for a hot second so it's understandable that you didn't read this at first or stick with it. I think on the 'I, Bot 404' story you commented something similar about that story not being your thing either and I'm happy to have another story up your alley, it seems I'm doing something right here! 😅 I've mentioned laptops and cellphones so this is based in the 2000's for reference. It sounds like your onto something with the ideas! Maybe the next few chapters may validate your thoughts(or possibly not), I guess we shall find out! Disclaimer for this chapter: detailed sexual scenes and finally after 12 chapters... diapers. Chapter 12: Mine The platform glided back to the restaurant entrance and Nate and Wren got off. Nate took Wren’s hand in his, leading her out of the restaurant. Wren knowingly just agreed to be Nate’s girlfriend and she couldn’t help but feel flustered by knowing that that night, she would potentially have the most incredible night of her life. Being with Nate made her feel beyond alive and she couldn’t begin to imagine having him every day. He was a lot, but everything she wanted in a significant other. Tall, dark, handsome, dominating, caring, ambitious and kind. He had it all and she was almost scared to fall for him. He was almost too good to be true. Nate and Wren walked along the cobblestone street of Aeradon to an alleyway that went down a stairwell. Wren thought they were going back home but it seemed Nate wanted a detour. Nate pulled her around the corner and into the brick wall as he pinned her forearms above her head, lunging into her neck with kisses for the second time that day. Wren giggled and writhed, “Nate! It tickles!” She laughed loudly as he chuckled and leaned into her with his warmth, showing how equally he was excited with Wren. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Guinevere.” Nate murmurs into her ear, his fingers grazing underneath her skirt in the alleyway, brushing her sweet spot and smiling as her panties were quite evidently wet. “Someone’s wet, hm?” Wren blushed as he let go of her arms, taking her wrist, “We should go back before someone wets anymore.” He said huskily, knowing what he already wanted to do with his new little girl soon to be baby. Wren resisted moving as her eyes caught the small lit up shop at the end of the alleyway, “Can we go in there for a second?” She asked, looking up to Nate’s longing eyes. Nate looked to the end of the alleyway at Fiddlewick’s Wand Shop, wondering why she wanted to go in there. He didn’t question it and just nodded as she walked down the steps and lead into the shop. Wren walked into the antique looking store that had wand boxes lining every wall. An older man with spiraling gray hair under a small pointed hat perked up from his nap by the chime of the door, “Welcome in.” He looked confused to see two college students walk in, “Looking for a wand repair?” He asked, going around his desk as Wren’s hand touched the boxes, reading the types. Nate began, “No, just looking.” He nodded to the older man who nodded, sitting back down in boredom. Wren walked around the main wall of the shop to the back where more of the expensive wands were that more trained warlocks and witches held. Many of them were collectibles from previous famous and infamous witches and warlocks. Wren knew from books that a lot of the wands didn’t work with anyone outside of their original holders. Wren picked up one wand that was made of elephant tusk and ash wood, grasping it the way Nate taught her a few months back. Nate watched with a smile placed on his face, thinking how cute it was watching her try to do magic. Wren pointed in front of her, doing the motion she saw Nate do. The next thing that happened, she didn’t expect. The older man behind her said, “Please don’t touch-“ A boom sounded and the wand spurted out, causing the other wands in boxes to quickly fall, a shelf suddenly breaking. Wren, Nate and the older man’s mouths dropped, seeing how a simple flick of her wrist caused so much damage in his shop! Wren said, “I’m so sorry!” She said, quickly disarming the wand and feeling the electricity in her fingertips tingling almost through her body. Did she just really use magic?! Did this mean she had powers still? Her brain was in a frenzy of what just happened. “Guinevere.” Nate said in a warning tone as he quickly held a large group of wand boxes up and preventing them from falling out. The man came over as she was about to put away the wand back on what was left of the shelves, “Ah, ah- if I can see that please.” Wren wanted to run out of the shop at this point for ruining this poor man’s shop with one moment, but she resisted, giving him the wand. The man read the end of the wand box underneath his small glasses and then to Wren and the damage on his wall before saying, “This isn’t your fit. I have something else to try.” He said, humming to himself as he walked around the shop and finding what he was looking for near the wall with the rare wands. He brought it back to her and opened the box, bestowing it to her in a bow, “Try this one with the same motion but to that door.” Wren looked at Nate who was carefully watching her, wondering how she suddenly had powers. Wren took the black wand that had a cool feel to it and heavier than the last wand. She pointed to the back door as the man told her too and did the same wrist flick as an invisible force came out of the wand, slamming the door with a crack and shifting some of the wands nearby. The door dented and Wren gasped, disarming the wand again and putting it quickly back in the box the shop owner held. “I’m sorry, I should go!” She said, looking at Nate who looked like he was going to spank her right then and there. It probably was the worst night to accept being his, Wren thought. “No-no you aren’t the first person to break my door and shelves, nor the last.” He muttered as he began humming and going to his rolling ladder, “That was magnificent but still not the right fit. You have power, lots of it that no amateur wand will do.” Nate looked down at Wren, in awe that she just picked up a rare horsetail and red oak wood wand and was able to produce still such a powerful blast. Fiddlewick came down the ladder and presented her with his last attempt in matching her power to a wand that could suit her magical needs. She bit her lip, eyes looking over the lightwood wand as she grasped it, her fingers tingling in the magic almost immediately as the shop owner nodded to the door again, pushing up his glasses as he watched her flick her wrist and a swirl of illuminated mist glided through the air in a spiral to the door in a solid thud, dissipating before hitting it and falling onto the ground in a reflective dust. “How much part white witch are you?” The shop owner asked curiously gazing to Wren who disarmed the wand and looked at the beautiful wand in awe. Wren looked up to the shop owner’s eyes as her eyes flashed, wondering how he’d know. Was it the glitter that gave it away? She shook her head, “I’m not-“ “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me. I hate to say it but, this is the only one I have in my inventory that will work right for your kind.” She put the wand back in the box, her fingertips feeling the ghost of the cool wood and tingling it gave her, like the wand was alive underneath her grip. He eyed her as he went back to his desk with the box. Her and Nate followed him to the counter. Wren was curious, “What is it made of?” He held the wand and tilted it in the light and twirled it slowly as it’s swirled handle showed, “Pegasus hair, dragon scale and white oak. A blend of potency for only the strongest warlocks and witches.” He looked at it as if he were sad to give it away, “In my thirty years, I told myself I wouldn’t give this away until the right warlock or witch came in and I knew it was you, the moment you broke my shelving.” He said, sighing as he put it in the box. Wren gulped, “How much is it?” She asked, going to her bag and knowing her college allowance probably couldn’t afford it. “Seven hundred silver...” Wren blinked, knowing she couldn’t afford that. That was close to $3000 dollars in the states! She knew most wands were closer to a few hundred dollars. He paused, looking to her, “however, in the wrong hands, the silver would not matter as this must be yielded by the right witch. I will give it to you for 105 silver.” Wren went into her bag for her wallet, knowing she had to get this wand that called to her. Nate looked down to Wren, “I’ll take care of it, Wren.” “No, I-” She stopped as Nate already handed his card to the shop owner. He already paid for dinner and now this, she felt so bad! Nate was a gentleman taking care of her like this and she didn’t know how to repay him at this point. Minutes later, Wren and Nate walked back to the broom parking lot with Wren’s new wand in her satchel, “Thanks Nate.” Nate smirked down her, “You have some explaining to do, little girl.” Wren blinked as they approached the broomstick and Nate paid the meter. He collected his broom off the rack, letting it hover horizontally again as Wren shoved her satchel in the back storage. Nate lifted her up once more as she gasped at the sudden loss of gravity and his strength picking her up. He placed her on the front seat this time, sitting behind her and grabbing the broom, “I’ll teach you how to ride, my baby witch Guinevere.” He murmured into her ear as his hands interlaced over hers and he guided her to grip the broom. “Are you sure about this, Nate?” She tilted her head towards Nate who already pushed the broom forward as the picked up in altitude. The broom zoomed forward as Wren took in a cautious breath, scared of flipping them over somehow. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen.” He said near her ear. Wren began breathlessly laughing as she could almost feel the steering of the broom as Nate let up his grasp on her hands. He gave her control for the moment as she pressed forward, the broom gliding faster. “Miles per hour over here is 60 MPH, little one, slow down a bit.” He said, instructing her as she leaned back a bit into him, feeling her bottom making contact with his lap. Wren and Nate glided back to the castle as Nate whispered, “Put your hands out and just feel it for a moment, I’ll hold you.” Wren looked back, “Won’t we fall?” “No, just trust me.” He said behind her as she slowly let go of the broom and so did he. She outstretched her arms, feeling the broomstick keep consistently gliding straight towards the castle as she laughed in excitement and pure feeling of freedom as she rode with her hands out. She looked at the castle in front of the dark blue skies of the night and eclipse moon in the distance. Nate held her hips in the case she lost balance while they glided to the castle. After Wren had her moment, they both gripped the broomstick again, Nate putting more pressure over Wren’s hands in his to land on the balcony of the attic correctly. They got off the broom and he put it away after handing Wren her satchel. Wren was breathless from the ride as she exclaimed, “That was incredible!” Nate smiled as he closed the balcony door when they walked inside, his eyes growing serious as he looked down to her, “Why did you keep that you were a witch a secret to me?” Wren’s smile faded from the serious glimmer of almost hurt in Nate’s eyes, as she shook her head, “I honestly didn’t know until today.” She shrugged. The serious flicker went away as he crossed his arms and leaned against a shelf, “Are you really part white witch?” Wren nodded, “Full. Supposedly from my blood work the other day.” Nate’s hand went over his mouth as it dropped in thought, “Full?” He shook his head in wonder, “Why do you always continue to surprise me, Guinevere?” Wren felt her name from Nate’s mouth in her abdomen as tickling butterflies that traveled lower. Why did every time he said her name make her feel so good? She smiled, “Unfortunately I’m not half human, half awkward girl.” He smiled at her through a serious flicker in his eyes, “Quite unfortunate, but you can still be the weird snake girl. ” He agreed with a slight jab in his Centaurus charming accent. He smiled, tilting his head down to her in thought, “Are you still wet?” Wren felt her face heat up from the sudden question as she found herself alone with Nate Seastone once more and was now claimed as his. Whatever that meant, she was sure to find out. Wren shook her head, “No-“ She stopped as he lunged forward and pushed her against the desk that was behind her and lifted her up onto it. He kissed her and she gasped as his hand traveled easily down to underneath her skirt again, checking her. His finger pushed aside her panties and dipped into her. She moaned into him as he kissed her. He pulled his fingers away, “Looks like someone is very wet and isn’t wearing their diapers, hm?” Wren felt wetter from how suddenly controlling Nate was being in the moment, insinuating that she should’ve been in diapers. The way he spoke, she almost felt like she was in trouble for not being in a diaper already. All Wren could mutter was, “I’m sorry.” She was starting to understand he was roleplaying, his eyes glimmering with a controlling and dominant glance to her. It was as if a light switch was flipped, and Nate had changed personalities. The Nate that only Wren saw when they were alone came out suddenly. It lit a fire inside Wren and she just wanted to be ignited. “Hm.” He said, pulling back and crossing his arms like he was disappointed and thinking, “Maybe a good spanking and a diaper will remind you to behave and wear your diapers, what do you think?” He said as a question, yet she knew it was more of a statement. Wren gasped inaudibly, feeling more excited as she didn’t even know what to say but, “Maybe.” Nate’s eyebrows raised in a slight annoyance that she didn’t say yes, “Maybe’s don’t fly around me, Guinevere.” He lunged over to her, placing her on his hip easily and walking over to the couches near the entrance. He set her down so she was standing and quickly pulled down her skirt and panties. He briskly pulled her over his lap before she had a moment to gather what was even happening. Wren braced herself as a moment fled of her waiting for the first strike. Another moment passed and her bottom was on fire. This spanking was not like the first one she had. This one was more painful and left her bottom raw when he was done and her eyes tearing up. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, maybe it’s time for a treat, hm?” Nate said, as he pulled her up. Wren stood at almost eye level to him just sitting as she nodded, blinking back her tears. He stood and instructed her, “Lay down on your back.” Wren laid down, wondering if this was when they’d have sex. In an attic in the castle? Was Wren ready to lose her virginity? Nate crawled on top of her and began kissing her tenderly for a few minutes and then he began descending. He kissed her neck and then down it as she giggled from the soft kiss tickles. He brushed up her shirt, kissing her chest and her tummy, making her giggle as he blew a few raspberries. “Nate!” She yelped from the tickles as she looked down and he looked up with a look in his eyes she’d never seen before. A look of pure hunger in his eyes as he went back to kissing her lower and lower until her reached the inside of her thighs. Wren looked down as he began making love with his tongue to her sweet spots so expertly. She looked up and moaned, his soft and wet tongue teasing her as his fingers came inside her. Minutes later she was in a state of euphoria from his touch. Another minute passed and she was moaning in a full-blown orgasm racking her body as she shuddered at his touch and gentle mouth. Nate got up from his knees as he looked over Wren who looked sleepy from her sweet moment, still fidgeting a bit. He wondered if she could take another one as his hand caressed her hips and dipped down below again. “You taste so good Guinevere, may I just once more?” He asked, licking his lips as he stared at her sweet parts and wanting a second taste already. It was in his merman blood to be addicted to this and Nate was not good at staying away once he had one taste of Wren. Wren nodded, not expecting him to do it again yet he did. She gasped as he quickly went back to work, “Nate.” She whispered as he began fingering her again and lowered down his face. “Nate!” She screamed as she orgasmed a second time from him. Nate smiled as he got up and picked her up to only set her on the ground. She was still flustered from Nate as he rummaged the attic and came back with a few items, setting them on the coffee table near them. “You were so wet earlier, I think this may help.” Nate murmured, opening the diaper in his hand and stretching it to put under Wren. Wren felt herself still wet in the thought of wearing a diaper as she nodded. He began to slide the diaper near her bottom, she lifted and it went directly underneath her. Nate grabbed baby powder and sprinkled it on her, patting it in so gently that Wren giggled from the touch. Her nose enveloped in the powdery scent as it dawned on her that she was actually being diapered by this handsome specimen of a warlock merman. What in happened in life that she ended here? She thought to herself, basking in the feeling of being taken care of. He adjusted the diaper underneath her and then pulled the diaper over front of her. He made sure to touch the front as she moaned. His eyebrows went up at the cute moan escaping Wren’s lips, wondering if she could orgasm a third time but deciding to not push anything as he probably already pushed the girl to her limit with a spanking, two orgasms and a diaper already. He taped the diaper snugly on and his finger grazed her leak guards as he smiled at how absolutely adorable and sexy Guinevere looked in a diaper and her small top. Wren barely was keeping her eyes open as she looked at him and he smiled back. “Can I do something for you, Nate?” She asked, extending the favor back as her eyes squinted. Nate shook his head with a smirk, “No.” He said, sighing as he picked her up and cradled her on the couch. “Polite of you to ask, thank you, my little baby.” Wren blushed with a small smile with his pet names as she nuzzled into his chest, “Thank you for earlier, for everything, really.” She mumbled as her arms went together as she cuddled into him and Nate chuckled lightly as she was suddenly so cuddly. “Did you want to sleepover in my dorm tonight, Guinevere?” He asked, looking down as she looked to be about to fall asleep. Precious, he thought as he didn’t even want to nudge her awake once she slept. Wren nodded, one eye opening, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” Nate smiled wide as he stood with her in his arms, “We’ll have to get you dressed then in your big girl clothes and then we can get comfortable in my room, how does that sound?” Wren nodded in response as he helped her into her skirt. Nate grabbed her hand and led her back to his dorm. As they walked Wren realized that the diaper was crinkly and her butt must’ve looked puffy. Nate could tell Wren walked slower as he heard the almost inaudible crinkle with every step she made. A corner of his mouth raised in the thought that she was diapered, the crinkle only reminding him of her padded. For Wren, the reality of a humiliation kink set in with every step. As they went up a staircase Nate gave her mercy in walking close behind her in the case any other students could look up her skirt. Selfishly, Nate really just wanted to walk behind her to look up his skirt himself as the diaper and skirt were so hot for him to indulge in. Once they walked in his dorm, he locked the door and Wren awkwardly held her arms, waking up more from post-orgasm sleepiness. Nate came behind Wren and leaned into her, kissing her neck from behind as she giggled, “Nate, please no!” Nate pulled back, sparing her of neck kisses for now. He just loved seeing her giggle from tickling, it really turned him on. Nate unzipped her skirt, pulling it off and depositing it on the ground as he pushed Wren on his bed, kissing her on the lips. They kissed for a few minutes until Nate pulled back, eyes studying her wild green ones. Wren asked, “Can you please just fuck me already, Nate?” Nate blinked, not expecting how direct Wren suddenly was, “You think you’re ready still after everything today?” Wren wriggled underneath him, “I’m still wet, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said, blushing. Nate groaned as he nuzzled him head in his shoulder, “I was trying to refrain, but if you’re asking…” He looked at her with a flicker of hunger in his eyes again, “I can’t resist any longer.” He said, standing and getting his magic invisible condoms out from his drawer. He lunged back on the bed, beginning to kiss Wren again as he unzipped his jeans and slipped it on quickly. He ripped the diaper tapes off, opening her diaper as his finger checked her wetness, making sure she was wet enough before he slowly thrusted inside her. He knew she was a virgin and wanted to be gentle. Wren gasped in a moan by how good it felt. Her whole teenage life she heard of horror stories of sex hurting yet this was the exact opposite of everything she thought the first time would feel. Nate slowly thrust into her as moans escaped her mouth and he kissed her, liking the way she moaned into his mouth. Wren looked up at him and his abdominal muscles and sides flexing as he moved in and out of her rhythmically. He began going a bit harder as she moaned louder, surprised by the heat of their moment. She’d be sore tomorrow as he went even harder, yet it made her orgasm as she moaned loudly. She felt Nate shudder suddenly with her as he toppled on top on her, hugging her with a slight sweat as they both breathed loudly. “Fuck, Guinevere, you are incredible.” Nate said, breathless from fucking her as he slowly pulled out, put on his pants and laid with her for a few more moments. Wren was sleepy after the beautiful moment as she quickly slipped into a deep slumber, with thoughts of being Nate Seastone’s baby bleeding into her dreams.

Haha! Glad to hear I got someone😈 Chapter 10: Baby Witch “But- what… how did I not know my whole life?” She asked, shaking her head as she stared at the papers feeling pain and… anger. Specifically, repulsive anger for her parents keep this secret from her her whole life. Why would they do this to her? Why would they ruin her powers and keep her away from the one thing she desired most in this world? She wanted to be a witch her whole life, yet she was one! Now she didn’t have powers and would never be due to the anti-magic vaccines she was given as a small child until she was at witch ability maturity of 13. Wren wanted to throw up and cry at the same time. “This is something you may need to talk to your parents about and we will leave you with your files, they are all copies we have in our office.” Warlock Howl said, feeling slightly annoyed that he had to be the one to give her this news and that her parents failed to talk to her about what they did to their daughter. “We only have a few more questions and we can let you have your privacy.” Wren nodded, blinking back tears and shoving down the pain as fast as she could to not bawl in front of this Warlocks. She already embarrassed herself enough talking about the weird stuff her and Nate did. “Do you remember what happened after you and Nate Seastone were together on October 31st and how you ended up in the forest?” Warlock Howl asked, eyes smoldering in curiosity if they finally could get a lead on this witch trial case that had been opened for decades now. Wren shook her head slowly, “All I remember is I was eating Cheetos and Nate was eating Pringles, then suddenly the light went out and I heard screeching. The glass to the window broke and I don’t remember anything else. Nothing.” She shook her head, mind trying to go further but it was an if when the room went black, so did her memory. It gave her chills to wonder what happened that night. Was she tortured? Was she raped? Was she spared but cut on her arm as a warning? She had no idea and couldn’t remember a damn thing! “Whoever took you must have tampered your memory that night.” Warlock Howl said, writing down what she stated. Wren shrugged, “I don’t remember anything between that moment and waking up here today.” Her eyes looked worried to the Warlocks, “Please don’t tell me that Nate is a suspect for this. I don’t know how I know it, but I absolutely know he’s good.” Warlock Howl looked at her evenly, “That is classified information during active witch trial cases like these. We have suspects that we have no evidence for to trial currently if it puts your mind at ease.” He stood with his fellow Warlock, putting his hand in his cloak and bringing out a card to hand her, “The case is still active and if you notice anything suspicious or have any other information, please inform us.” He said, eyeing her under the shadow of his pointed wizard hat. Wren looked down to the card and it was a blank white card with no writing. The Warlocks began walking past her rooms curtain, “But, wait!” Warlock Howl halted and turned his head in her direction with his back still facing her, “There’s nothing on this, do you have another card?” Warlock Howl said lowly, “The information you seek will appear when you need us. Until then we’ll meet again, Miss Gossamer.” He disappeared mysteriously behind the curtain as Wren was left with so many questions unanswered. Wren closed the file folder she was given, deciding to deal with the new information later. Wren could hear a familiar mumble of a voice near the nurse’s station, “Am I allowed to see her now?” Wren heard a knock on her door, half-expecting the Warlock to return as she said, “Come in.” Sea blue eyes quickly greeted her behind the curtain of her hospital room as Nate smiled widely at Wren’s wild green eyes. He came over, lunging down in a fluid sweep of a warm hug and kissed her head, “I missed you, Guinevere.” “I’m sorry Nate, for worrying you.” She said immediately as Nate stood back up, wanting to coddle her so badly but resisting since he knew the nurse would walk in any moment. Nate smirked, humor playing at his mouth, “After a good spanking I may just forgive you.” He says smoothly in a sultry voice as he winks to her, making Wren feel flustered as she awkwardly sat in her hospital gown. She felt the warmth of her blush travel to her nether regions, making her wet. She shifted, realizing she was still in a diaper. The thought of her being embarrassed in a diaper in front of Nate only made her wetter. “Why does that make me even wetter to think about in this dia-” She quickly covered her mouth with wide eyes as she mumbled the last word in her hand. She blushed at the words coming out of her mouth. She completely forgot about the stupid fucking honesty prune she ate not too long ago! When did the damn prune wear off?! Nate’s eyebrows raised as his head tilted in question as the nurse knocked and walked in behind him, stopping him from asking further what she was going to say. It almost sounded like she was about to say diaper. His mind mused as he took a step back from the bed to give the nurse space to work. The nurse removed her IV and Wren kept one hand over her mouth as she kept muttering lowly into her hand. Wren closed her eyes and tried focusing on not thinking and her breathing. It worked and her mumbles ceased. Nate wondered what was wrong with her for a moment until he connected the dots with the Warlocks who just left after interviewing Wren. Nate had taken Oriji prunes for Magistrate Warlock interviews in the past, and he could only imagine she was given the same for her interview today. Warlock Howl knew more than Nate would like about Nate’s peculiar interests. Nate had a feeling that his and Wren’s stories aligned with how flushed she looked when Nate walked into her hospital room that morning. Wren tried to think of nothing but focusing on the nurse taking out her IV. She already said enough embarrassing things to the Warlocks and she would be mortified to say anything to Nate who would never let her live it down. He seemed to like making her embarrassed and blushing. This would only take things to a new level for a weapon of humiliation to use against her if he found out she somewhat liked the diaper. Wasn’t that a fetish or something? Wren thought to herself, considering the idea of touching herself in it. She felt hot and bothered suddenly sitting there with that thought. The nurse put the band aid on in time and Wren immediately grabbed the pillow behind her when the nurse released her hand and she put her face in the pillow, muffling her words. “Are you feeling okay to leave, Miss Smith?” The nurse asked, looking to Nate with wide eyes on why the girl looked to be trying to suffocate herself with a pillow. When Wren felt like she was done she took the pillow away, “Yes, I just had a prune and am trying to not speak my thoughts. Can I leave now?” She asked, face red from the pillow as she looked to the nurse and then Nate’s smirk behind the nurse, looking to be soaking in the show before him. “I have to get your discharge papers but, in the meantime, you can shower if you’d like and change. A set of your clothes is on the table in the restroom.” She nodded to the small bathroom that laid in front of the bed. “Thanks.” Wren said, getting up slowly off the bed on the opposite side of the room as Nate. She felt cold air on her back, feeling the gown expose her backside. She froze for a moment, turning to face Nate and praying at that moment he had looked away. To Wren’s horror, his eyes were hovering on her hips, trailing up to her flushed face with humor playing on his expression. She gathered her gown so it wouldn’t open again, yet she knew it was too late. Nate had already seen her diapered bottom, much to Wren’s demise. “Fuck.” She said, trying to focus on her breathing and not think of what she was wearing as she scurried to the bathroom, leaving Nate waiting outside of it. His mind mused seeing her in the diaper and knowing he’d tease her about it later. It was his perfect segway he was searching for to approach the diaper talk with her and introduce it into their play. Nate was nervous to bring it up, but a part of him was selfish and wanted to do it sooner than later. His mind still wondered about if she almost said a few minutes before that something made her wetter with him threatening a spanking and that had to have been the diaper she was wearing. He could’ve sworn she said diaper when she muffled her mouth. The crinkly garment on her bottom only confirmed it had to be what she meant. The dots connected in his brain, and he let out a light groan in excitement for what that meant for him. As much as he fantasized his whole life of having a partner in diapers and babying them, he never imagined finding someone who got as excited as him about this odd fetish. It almost seemed like he hit the jackpot in finding Wren, the part human part awkward girl. She was adorable, sexy, witty, beyond intelligent, little tendencies and almost as weird as him sexually. Maybe he couldn’t go as far to say finding someone who liked exactly what he liked but this was the closest he’d ever gotten to someone liking what he also liked. How did he get so lucky? He thought, putting his head back for a moment in wonder. He frowned as he waited for her, realizing nothing was official and that she wasn’t his… yet. It was almost like he had claimed territory on her in the past week. Nate couldn’t imagine her with anyone else and if another guy tried… well, they wouldn’t make it far. Wren was his for the taking and he’d make sure of it. He was confident in his skills in the bedroom and wouldn’t allow anyone to get in the way of him and her any longer. He decided that the moment she was abducted by witches and almost killed. Wren was in the restroom for a while as she took off the gown and looked in the mirror at her figure in an adult diaper that was a bit large on her and made her look…well, like a little girl. She blushed at the thought and felt hot again as she wanted to touch herself in it. Her hand skimmed the top of the white garment and moved down to the front of her crotch, pressing on it and moaning for a moment. She shook her head, beyond embarrassed she just did that. Her mind drifted to Nate, almost wanting to ask him to finger her through the diaper. Was that wrong of her? She shook her head, suddenly ashamed of her dirty thoughts. Wren looked back to the mirror and to her hair, realizing she was so entranced in the heat of the moment and touching herself that she hadn’t bothered to inspect her new look. Her skin was tanned with a glow of youth that she poked her cheek with her finger, wondering why she looked like she got a facial. Her lips were pinker, eyes more vibrant like she got the best sleep of her life. Her hair fell in waves and swirls of black and white with a thick streak of white blonde hair over the front parts of her face that framed her heart shaped face. She blinked, pushing her face close to the mirror as she looked at her eyelashes that looked longer and wispy. “What in the-“ She murmured to herself quietly, realizing that it seemed the prune had worn off finally that she hadn’t said obscenities in a few minutes now. Thank god it wore off! Wren thought, knowing that if she was near Nate he’d get her to tell him everything she thought. Wren pulled back as she looked in the mirror, almost not recognizing the young and beautiful woman that looked back at her that was herself. Wren felt hot and looked hot. Was that too arrogant to say about myself? She thought, spinning slowly and looking at her petite figure with curves in the right places where her flat stomach and tiny waist only accentuated her wide hips were and bottom. She could hear a crinkle as she moved and wanted to touch herself but refrained. Wren shook her head and took the diaper off by the tapes as silently as she could, depositing it into the trash. Wren lifted her arm up and wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of her armpit. I guess that’s what a week in a coma smells like, Wren thought to herself as she caught the scar in the mirror. She held her bicep out and looked at it, still wondering what happened the night she was supposedly kidnapped and sacrificed to a cult. Was she truly sacrificed though if she was still alive? Wren’s thoughts trailed to the unknown on what happened. She shook it off because she didn’t want to spiral and assume the absolute worst. If she forgot what happened, maybe it was for the best, right? Wren got into the shower and let the hot water roll down her back at she thought deeply, her brain still couldn’t help but think about the night of the Blood Moon. Why was Wren here if she was abducted by witches that night? How did she survive? Where was she found and how was she found? There were so many gaps in her memory and she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe she was conscious that night and, like Warlock Howl said, she must have had her memory tampered with. If her memory was tampered with, what else had been tampered with? She washed her body with soap in confusion, remembering all of her childhood and wondering if maybe that was all a lie now. Maybe the night of the Blood Moon was the only memory tampered with; however, Wren almost wished whatever the witches made her forget that they would’ve erased her childhood too from what Wren now knew about what her parents did to her. Wren crouched on the ground for a moment with a cry that abruptly racked her body as she curled her arms around her knees for a few minutes, wondering why in the hell her parents would do this to her? Why would her parents hide her, suppress her powers with vaccines and strip her powers away from her? Were they even human if she wasn’t? Were they even her real parents? Wren didn’t know and didn’t understand the blatant lies she’d been fed her whole life now. Even going to Centaurus or Rune was forbidden by her parents. She remembered her mom always telling her that it was a dangerous place to live. Was that all just manipulation Wren’s whole life? Why would her mom do that to her? Wren got up and washed her hair and body, realizing she was in there quite a while with Nate outside waiting for her. She dried herself off and changed into the black sweatpants, sports bra and Dragonstone school symbol t-shirt laid out before her. Wren opened the bathroom door to the nurse awaiting her with papers, “All you need to do is sign here and you’re good to go.” She handed Wren the clipboard and took Wren’s dirty gown in exchange. “Thanks.” Wren said, handing back the clipboard after signing and nodding to Nate as they both left the medical ward together. Wren walked the halls looking to the walls of the hallways and ceiling as if she’d never walked through them before. Her eyes were tracing details that were so crisp and vivid in colors of the stone walls that surrounded them. Wren’s eyes studied the way the light cast in from the stained-glass windows at the end of the halls to the prisms of light on the ground. Why did she feel so different as she walked? Wren wondered, almost in a euphoric trance as she walked alongside Nate, whom was also in a world of his own as they walked the halls. “What day even is it?” Wren asked, head tilting up to look up into Nate’s eyes, sometimes forgetting their height difference as Wren was only 5’2 and Nate was 6’3. The height difference making her feel so small and cute in his presence whenever he smiled down to her with the light stubble of his strong jawline showing. Her eyes shifted and studied his face for a moment longer, as if the first time looking over him. Her eyes memorized the way when he smiles his eyes wrinkle a little bit in the most handsome way and one side of his smile rises higher than the other. “It’s Saturday.” He murmured, trying to not giddily stare back at her for too long by what he found out only within the hour. It was life-changing for Nate to have met Wren. He had a crush on her since day one that was slowly turning into a love, faster than he thought possible from everything they went through. As hard as he tried to stay away from her, she always made her way back into his life. It was apparent he couldn’t stay away anymore and although he knew that them being together would be chaotic, he would choose chaos for a moment with her any day. After all that happened, he knew he could not protect Wren any longer. Nate had clarity in the past week without her. It was seemingly pointless for him to stay away from her now and only caused him to endure more pain and suffering in the long run. Wren was brave and naïve in ways and those traits scared him in combination. In order to be with her, he had to accept he could not protect her. He could still chastise her though, which only made their relationship more fun for him. This time he wouldn’t miss a step and lose that opportunity to see this relationship through, whether a witch cult was in the picture. After she was taken that night of the Blood Moon, he knew that if she was still alive after that night, he would give their relationship a real try. Wren’s eyes shifted in front of her, lost in thought, “Were you hurt that night?” Nate chuckled lightly as they walked, “I was fine, Wren.” He shook his head still chuckling. “What?” Wren didn’t get what was funny. He shook his head, “You were abducted by a witch cult and you’re the one asking if I was okay.” Wren smiled, shaking her head in confusion, “Do you remember what happened after the lights went out, the glass shattered and the screeching noise?” Nate nodded, “You were taken quickly, and I tried to follow but the room was hexed so I couldn’t leave. It wasn’t until 4AM that I got out and ran to the forest. By the time I got there, your clothes were scattered on the ground, and I thought you were dead.” He shook his head with a pained expression on his face as we entered an empty hallway to the stairwell up to dorms, “Then I found you in the stone circle, crunched up with black dust all over you. You were asleep and the doctor said you were in a coma when I carried you to the medical ward.” Wren shook her head, beyond confused, “I just don’t get why that night I didn’t die.” Her mind thinking of what the warlock said, telling her that she was a full-blood white witch. Did that have anything to do with it? Was it because they were trying to sacrifice her and realized ‘oh shit, she’s not human’ and erased her memory, letting her go? That was the only thing Wren could chalk it up to that made sense at this point. Nate was about to say something that looked serious as he saw out of the corner of his eye Wren’s friend coming over. “Wren!! You’re alive!” Wren felt off-balance as Pixie pummeled into her with a hard hug as Wren giggled at the sudden hug. “I think I am at least.” Wren said as Pixie pulled back, still squeezing her friends arms and eyes studying her friends face as if she didn’t recognize her. “You look different.” Pixie’s light pink eyes went to Wren’s hair and facial features, “Not in like a bad different way, like a you went through a moody teenager phase and came out hotter different way.” Pixie said quickly trying to not insult her friend by accident. Nate chuckled behind the girls as he leaned on the wall nearby, musing to himself that Wren looked different to him too but in a much more attractive way. It only made him want to do bad things to her even more. “Thanks… I guess.” Wren said, laughing at her comment. Pixies eyes fixed on Nate behind her, waiting there, “Oh, I didn’t even see you there.” Nate murmured, “I tend not to see other people when Wren’s around too.” “We seem to have a lot of things in common, Nate, and it does quite scare me.” Pixie said in a chirp before her eyes go back to Wren’s bright green ones, “Can I talk with you?” She tilts her head the courtyard between classes behind them, “Alone?” Her eyes flick between Nate and Wren quickly. Wren nodded, looking back to Nate, “I’ll see you later maybe?” Nate’s mouth drew in a line, a bit frustrated he didn’t get to have more time with her, “How about at 4:30PM I meet you near your dorm and we make it a date?” He asked, about to walk away. Wren blushed with a small nod as she pushed her hair behind her ears and awkwardly held her arms, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.” Nate’s sea blue eyes had a flicker of a thought cross them before he nodded and walked away. Wren looked to Pixie, flustered that Nate Seastone just asked her on the date after having the longest crush on a guy she’d ever experienced. It had been three months since they met, and she wanted him since the moment they met on the train. Pixie begins walking with Wren to their dorms as she says, “I got a room change and guess who’s going to be your new dormmate?” Wren touched her friends shoulder, “No way!! You’re transferring to my room?” Pixie squealed excitedly, “Yes! I can’t wait to have slumber parties and late nights on the weekend, it’ll be so fun!” Pixie became serious after a few moments, looking behind her shoulder and forward, “Sorry to pull you away from Nate, I just wanted to talk to you and make sure you’re okay after everything? I don’t know what happened and there’s only been rumors around the school. Do you remember anything?” Wren shook her head as they climbed the staircases, “No, nothing after they took me.” Pixie shook her head, “No offense but… how are you alive?” Wren sighed, “The only thing that makes sense to me is because I’m not human. I think that tried sacrificing me and it must have failed.” Pixie paused on the stairs as Wren stood at a step above her near the rail, “Wait… did you just say you’re not human, Wren?” Wren sighed, “I’ll tell you in private, Pixie.” The girls got back to their dorm as Pixie quickly closed the door as bubbled, “What do you mean you’re not human Wren?! Details… I need details!” “The doctor did bloodwork on me and I’m a full-blood white witch, I guess.” She squinted as she took out the file they gave her from her bag, opening it. Pixie stuttered, “Wh-“ Pixie’s eyes grew huge, mouth going agape, “Did you just say… white witch?!” She took a slow breath, “This all makes sense now, Wren!” Pixie exclaimed, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “When I touch you and you glitter! Why am I so dumb!” She chirped, laying back on her bed that Wren’s eyes saw was already decorated with a white and light pink paisley comforter and lantern lights above it. Wren shook her head, “I’m a witch without powers though, Pix.” She said, liking the nickname she decided to call Pixie. She took out the vaccine records and pushed them to Pixie. Pixie sat up, studying the vaccine records as her face fell gloomily. “This is disgusting.” Pixie said, eyes watering at the vaccine records. She had heard in the states the anti-magic vaccine was legal there and had heard the story of parents who want their kids to have a ‘normal’ life outside of Centaurus and Rune so they move to the States and get the anti-magic vaccine for their kids, never giving those children the choice of powers. “It’s fucking diabolical.” Wren said, kicking her bed in pure resentment for her parents. Pixie shook her head and looked up to Wren, “You can’t tell anyone you’re a white witch, you know that right?” “Even if I have no powers?” Wren asked, tilting her head in confusion. “They’re practically extinct for a reason, you know. Or, at least from knowing a white witch now, they are in hiding.” Pixie sighed, “I hate to say this but I’m going to: that might be the reason why your parents did this, to protect you.” Wren squinted, “Why are they in hiding?” “Haven’t you read that teen novel called ‘Witch Play’? Darkblood witches prey upon their magic and immortality. It’s like a known thing.” Wren’s eyes widened, “Im-immortality?” “I mean, yeah, at least full-blood white witches. You’re not one I presume, those are incredibly rare since the States and Brits invaded Rune, generations of part offspring and everything.” Pixie said, being nosey and looking at Wren’s birth certificate. “Guinevere Gossamer has a better ring to it though on the bright side.” A silence filled the room as Wren blinked at her birth certificate and then Wren spoke, “What if I am full-blood white witch Pixie?” Pixie’s light pink eyes met Wren’s, not knowing what to say, “We don’t tell anyone and keep it our secret.” Chapter 11: The White Witch & the Warlock Merman “I’ve never seen you with makeup, Wren.” Pixie mumbled from behind her Creatures Study textbook. Wren freshened up for her date, pulling on a jean skirt and a white tank top with a pink gemstone heart in the center, grabbing a small black cardigan as she looked in the mirror, “Does it look like I’m trying too hard?” “You look gorgeous in the I-think-he-won’-be-able-to-control-himself way.” Pixie looked back at her book, turning a page, “Up to you if you want to lose your virginity tonight. You could tone it down with jeans but I think with Nate it’s inevitable.” She said, slightly dismissing Nate’s past history with women. Wren grabbed her black jean satchel, “Is he really that much of a player, Pixie?” Pixie sighed, closing her book as she turned on her stomach and clasped hands, “I don’t think he’s a player. I’ve just seen him date a few girls and it not work out, but I will say this…” She paused, “I have never seen him this into someone. Not Marlene. Not Sin. He’s like, obviously, really really into you by the looks he gives you in hallways alone.” Wren nodded, “So you approve of me dating him?” She asked, as if she needed approval. “I think when the twins find out you’ll be walking on eggshells, but you shouldn’t live your life in fear.” Pixie said, tilting her head in thought, “Also, you’re a white witch and I’m sure they won’t fuck with you anymore since you’re not human.” “I don’t have powers though, remember, Pix?” Wren said, crossing her arms. “Are you sure after the sacrifice?” Pixie asked, light pink eyebrows knitting together. “Isn’t that a thing… like if you don’t die during a ritual, it means you get strength or something? I thought I read that in my Ancient Witchology Studies class.” Pixie paused with a scrambled look on her face, “Shit! I forgot I had a quiz on Monday, I have to study this weekend.” “Well, good thing I’ll be gone and you have no distractions.” Wren paused with a frown, “And I doubt it. I’d have felt something by now, right?” She asked, tilting her head to the door as there was a knock. “Since I’m studying anyways it couldn’t hurt for me to read more up about ancient rituals for you. I’ll study my book and let you know when or if you come back tonight.” Pixie said with a wink. Wren felt her breath hitch as she walked to the door, slipping out and closing it behind her. She looked up to Nate leaning on the wall near the door in dark blue jeans and a dark charcoal long sleeve sweatshirt on with a dress shirt underneath. His eyes skimmed her outfit from her converse up to her skirt, top and then to her face as he licked his lips, “Well doesn’t someone look cute tonight?” He murmured as she leaned against her door and he leaned over her, his other hand tilting her chin up to him as he kissed her softly. Wren smiled up as he pulled away, “Only cute?” She asked with a slight pout. Nate chuckled lowly near her as he half smiled and leaned in again, kissing her neck. She squealed as quietly as she could, noticing a student walking through the hallway they were in. He kissed her neck again with a chuckle as she gasped, “Nate, stop!” She said quietly as he pulled in for another kiss on her lips. He straightened up to his full height, “Be good Guinevere and I won’t tickle you. Only fair, hm?” Wren scrunched her face in a glare as he took her hand, ignoring her small attitude for now, “Fine.” She muttered next to him as he lead them down hallways after hallways. “Where are we going, by the way?” “Aeradon.” He said, smiling down to her. Wren looked perplexed, “Um, how are we going to get to Aeradon?” Nate chuckled, “Do you forget I’m a Warlock, Wren?” He asked as he led them upstairs to a familiar area. Nate opened the mirror door as Wren went inside, following him to the balcony the overlooked the castle and edge of the forest. She looked in amazement at the view, realizing she didn’t get to see this last time she was up there. It was beautiful and breathtaking from the mountains in the distance, sea to the side, and cobblestone campus before them. People looked like ants from the height of where they were in the castle. Nate went to the attic and got out his broomstick he kept near the door. He let it hover horizontally in the air as he opened the small box underneath the seats that was the back storage of the broomstick, “Here, I can take your bag.” Wren gave him her satchel that he put in the storage bin, and he mounted the seat as the broom floated in midair. He patted the backseat of his broom as Wren looked at his broomstick in awe, seeing it was a Zypher 3000 series, the Jeep of broomsticks as the humans say. Wren only could compare broomsticks to cars as it was what she was most used too. She only knew of broomsticks from looking at catalogs with Jade in her childhood. Jade and her would make dream boards together and the broomstick Wren always dreamed of was a Zypher. Little did she know she’d be dating a part Warlock who rode one! Wren stopped gawking at the broomstick and walking over to the broom, climbing onto the seat and regretting her choices of wearing a skirt now as it hiked up on her. The only thing between the tiny leather seat and her parts was her little lacy panties, great! Wren realized she had nothing to grip when they took off so she awkwardly put her hands on his back. Nate chuckled, bringing her arms around his torso instead, “Hold on tight, Wren.” She felt the broom levitate. She gasped at the tickle in her tummy as they zoomed forward and Wren hugged Nate tighter, closing her eyes as she felt the air flutter quickly past them. To her surprise, the wind wasn’t loud and she opened one eye to look down as they kept going forward at what felt like the speed of an airplane whizzing through the sky. Wren opened both eyes and looked down, gasping at how beautiful the land below them was. Nate flew about 30 feet above the trees as they glided quickly through the air. “Is this your first ride?” Nate asked, head tilting back slightly. “The first one I’ll ever remember.” Wren said, thinking about the night she was taken and wondering if the witches took her by broom that technically it wouldn’t be her first ride. Nate chuckled, “Then hold on tighter.” He murmured with a mischievous chuckle. “What do you mean- Nate!“ Wren felt a drop in her tummy as Nate flew down quickly as they came across mountains as they went up and down, causing Wren to get a tickle it her stomach from the altering altitudes as she giggled began him. Nate chuckled, “Fun, isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Wren said, a bit sad that she couldn’t ride on her own but was enjoying the time with Nate, living vicariously through his magic. Ten minutes later they made it to Aerodon and parked at a broom lot as Nate got up and turned as Wren looked down at her skirt, making sure it was still covered her. Nate chuckled to himself before picking her up by her armpits as she gasped at his strength and how easily the motion was for him. She was set on the ground and she quickly fixed her skirt, pulling it down. Nate murmured, “Wrong choice of clothing, hm?” He said as his eyes couldn’t help but travel over her body before he went to start his parking meter, placing his broomstick on the rack. Wren blushed as she held her bag and looked around the spiral buildings in Aerodon surrounding her. The shops, looming castles, and restaurants that laid on a small curved cobblestone street that went downwards from where she stood, painting a gorgeous view of the buildings down to the river, past the green trees and mountains in the distance with white caps. She had never seen any city even remotely close to this in the States! Wren had to close her mouth as she realized Nate was watching her. “It’s beautiful here.” She whispered eyes flicking from Nate to the beautiful Ivy that decorated most buildings and the old stone grounds as Nate took her hand and lead her to the restaurant he chose for their date. “You’re beautiful here.” He said smoothly as Wren smiled timidly up to him. Nate and Wren walked down a few blocks until they got to the river bridge and staircase down to the river. He lead them down the staircase as the smell of food enveloped their nostrils the further they descended. Wren looked to the small restaurant hidden underneath the bridge that Nate went into. “River seat for two, please.” He said in his polite, lightly coated Centaurus accent to the hostess who took in the sight of the handsome guy before she grabbed menus and nodded them to follow her. Wren inaudibly gasped as she led them to the far end of the restaurant to the patio that had a magical floating glass platforms over the river that a few couples were already floating in an invisible circular path on. They approached a platform that floated towards them. The hostess motioned for them to go onto and Wren opened her mouth in awe of the date. Could this really be our first date?Wren thought, overwhelmed by how special she felt for Nate to pick such a fancy place. Nate walked on first as it was a bit of a distance and he turned back, taking Wren’s hand to help her onto it. Once she was on, Nate pulled Wren’s chair out for her. “Thank you.” She said politely as she sat down and the hostess left them. Menus floated in front of them by the witch waitress nearby where the floating platforms slowly drifted by every few minutes. Nate sat down in front of her and Wren smiled breathlessly to him as he looked at her. She felt another tickle in her tummy as the platform began drifting outwards, “This is incredible, Nate. How did you find this place?” Nate smiled with nostalgia, putting his napkin on her lap, “My mother would always take us here as kids.” His eyes twinkled sadly for a moment to Wren, then to the water quietly rippling below them. His eyes blinked and the sadness was gone as he looked to the menu, “We have a few minutes to figure out what we want to eat or we just keep rotating in this path.” “There’s another path?” Wren asked in curiosity, looking behind Nate to the river behind him. “Yes, we go around the river and get the food at the halfway point.” He smiled warmly as she looked around and saw a couple coming back from the complete trip around the River of Thyle. Wren looked quickly at the menu, biting her lip in reading words she had no idea what they meant. They were Centaurus types of meals and she didn’t want to order something she didn’t like on her first date with Nate. “Can I take your order or do you need a few more moments?” The waitress said, looking between the two. Nate looked to Wren who nodded, “I think we’re ready. I’ll have a glass of merlot and the groyo alfonso.” The waitress looked to Wren who looked back at the menu, “I’ll also do a glass of merlot and spaghetti.” She said, handing the menu to the waitress. Wren didn’t know any of the other foods on the menu and didn’t want to eat something she didn’t like. She was a picky eater, after all, and didn’t want to make a big deal out of getting a dish she couldn’t eat. She was also in between on drinking but decided to around Nate. Wren, admittedly, felt nervous in his presence and maybe a little bit of liquid luck would help her, right? Nate chuckled, “Spaghetti?” He teased, eyes lighting up at her choice of food at such a fine dining place he took her too. Wren blushed as the waitress poured them two glasses of wine and nodded, “Enjoy your platform cruise around the river.” The platform drifted a bit faster and Wren looked to her sides at the river they passed and looming castles to their sides. Wren looked down, the platform floating a few feet above the river and she felt a bit of fear coarse through her, realizing there were no guard rails to prevent her from falling into the river. She looked to Nate, knowing that at least she was with a Warlock who would probably save her from falling. Wren grabbed her wine, smelling the wine and taking a sip with a small wince that she hoped Nate didn’t catch. “Do you like merlot?” Nate watching her the whole time as she was in her own little world before him. It was hard for him to not watch her. She was a movie he’d rewatch for centuries, he wouldn’t have taken her on such a special date if that wasn’t the case. “That’s the first time I’ve ever tried it.” She said, quickly drinking water after. “Maybe apple juice would be better?” He asked, tilting his head and a flicker of his controlling nature showing. Wren caught the flicker as she blushed at his comment, “I’m not a toddler, Nate.” “Hm, I’m not that convinced.” He said with another drink of his merlot, smoothly belittling her as her cheeks became warm and she shifted. The sudden sultry voice of Nate and flicker in his eyes made her warm down there. Why was she was feeling suddenly excited by his words? Wren thought, slightly hating herself for how easily excited she got multiple times that day. Wren tried to spare herself from his captivating trance he suddenly had on her, “What’s groyo alfonso?” “It’s chicken cooked in groy spices and a garlic truffle sauce wrapped in seaweed.” “Gross, you lost me at seaweed.” Wren wrinkled her nose as Nate chuckled. Wren’s eyes looked curious, “That’s a mer-thing isn’t it? Liking seaweed?” Nate nodded slowly as he licked his lips looking to her lips, “It’s more just nostalgia food from trips to Santoros to see my uncles and aunts. A lot of their diets are vegetarian.” Humor played at his expression, “Did you just say mer-thing?” Wren took another brave sip of her merlot, making a face after a large sip, “Yes, I did.” Nate chuckled lightly at her face as he said, “Amphibian is a better term.” “Sorry, I hope I didn’t offend your merman self.” Wren said, a bit playfully back. Nate raised an eyebrow as if she was testing him as he leaned forward, “You are asking for it tonight, aren’t you?” Wren bit her lip, “I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I’ll gladly accept it.” She smiled sweetly to him as he sat back with another sip of wine, looking away for a moment thoughtfully. “You drive me wild, Wren.” He said lowly as he looked back to her. “Good, I hope so.” She giggled in response. Nate’s mouth went into a line as he set his wine down, hands clasped over his jeans, “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, but it’s cute that you act like such a big girl and I’ll let you for now.” Wren blinked her moss green eyes to him, feeling the warmth from her face traveling lower again as she remembered the last time he said ‘little girl’ it was surrounding one of the best orgasms she’s ever had. Wren took another confident sip of her merlot, and eyed him, “You never answered my question last week, Nate.” She felt the buzz of the wine and rode the courage train it sent her on to ask her bold question, “What are your kinks?” Nate leaned forward as he put one elbow on the table and grazed his chin in contemplation. He looked at her, eyes tracing her eyes to her lips as the sun set behind him. The ancient cities skylines and willow trees surrounded the river’s path as he chose his words carefully. “Humiliation, in the simplest of terms…” He started as he grabbed his wine and took another sip, letting Wren sit in the word for a moment. “I like a lot of things underneath the umbrella of that category, Wren. One of which we’ve done, others I’d like to venture into with you.” He spoke as Wren clung onto his words, wanting him to just reveal what those were already. The platform began floating towards the other side of the restaurant as it stalled near a waiter who came on the platform and set down the plates. “The plate is hot, be careful.” The waiter said, nodding to the pair. A moment of silence followed until the platform floated away. Nate cut his chicken, slightly hoping the waiter cutting into their talk would spare him from revealing all his cards at once. He didn’t want to scare away Wren on their first date. “Like what things?” Wren asked as she swirled a noodle on her plate. Nate chewed on a piece of chicken and seaweed, swallowing, “I have a lot of things and I rather not tell you all of them tonight. I don’t want to scare you away, Wren.” Wren ate her spaghetti and swallowed, wiping her mouth, “I guess I understand but I’d like to know at least one more tonight. Please?” She gave puppy dog eyes as he took in another sip of wine, almost spitting it out from chuckling at her act. He smirked and fixed his sweatshirt cuff, sighing and just saying the word, “Diapers.” That one was, arguably, one of the worst ones on his list and the one he wanted to do the most. It was close to a dealbreaker for Nate if she wasn’t into it at all nor understood it, so he felt the need to throw that one out first. It was like ripping off a band aid, in the simplest of terms. The other kinks would follow in time that only complimented his diaper fetish. If she liked diapers, then she’d be happy with the rest to follow that he could only hope would happen with time. He watched Wren carefully as she ate her spaghetti and her cheeks flushed slightly with a timid smile to him. It was giving, to show Nate that she wasn’t disgusted or weirded out. The timid smile almost, to Nate, felt like she was embarrassed for liking what he said but not wanting to admit to it. Wren wiped her face, “That’s not as out there as I thought. I didn’t know if you were into like blood or something.” Wren shifted, feeling wetness between her legs from her experience earlier in her diaper. It made her beyond hot and bothered to hear Nate say he was into that. Was it weird that she was more than okay with that? Nate chuckled with a shake of his head, “No, while I’m very open and would try it if you’re into it, that’s a bit farther from what I like.” He said, going back to his food in relief that she seemed accepting about it. “So, is that the worst one?” Wren asked curiously up after a sip of wine. Nate tilted his head in thought as he chewed, “I would say my other kinks align with that one and using diapers, what I’d like a girl to do in diapers is the farthest extent.” He paused in thought, “Unless you consider elements of BDSM farther, then BDSM would be the farthest.” His eyes studied hers that widened slightly. Wren gulped without any food or drink, flushing, “You said use the diapers?” Her mind went over the BDSM things, that didn’t bother her. She enjoyed reading 50 Shades of Grey a bit more than she’d care to admit and wasn’t opposed to trying those things. Nate could see her blush in a way that he knew she almost liked what he said, “Mhm.” He put his napkin on his plate, “Like I’m sure you did earlier.” He was bold enough to easily cut through the air with a statement to make her shift in her seat. She fidgeted a second as she gasped, “I didn’t do that.” Wren’s face was flushed as she drank more water, needing to cool herself down from the conversation. “If you were mine I would have checked you and changed you if you were wet. Babies like to lie when they wet.” He said, resting back and knowing he had hold of the conversation now. Wren felt overly wet as she sat there and he referred to her like she was a baby. She imagined Nate changing her diaper from earlier. Fuck, why did that turn her on so much?! Wren thought, shifting again and not knowing how to react anymore. “Well good thing I’m not a baby nor yours.” Wren said, matter-of-factly across from him, hoping she could take back control of the conversation by the slight dig reminding him they aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend just yet. Nate’s blue eyes looked longingly into hers, “Not for long.” He said lowly in a sultry tone as Wren felt butterflies tickle her stomach. “Will you be mine, Wren?” He asked after a pause. Wren’s jaw dropped, feeling woozy from the sudden question and knowing what that meant from all the times he alluded to being much more controlling that he already was when he was in relationships. Wren gave a shy smile, “Maybe.” He leaned forward, “Maybe isn’t a yes or no, little one.” Ugh, the pet name again! Wren thought in giddiness. Wren bit her lip, and looked away to the sunsetting behind the castles in the distance and back to Nate, “Yes, I’ll be yours, Nate Seastone.”

Chapter 9: The AM-13 Girl Wren woke up near the sound of annoying beeping she initially thought was an alarm. She tried to slap her phone alarm off but then felt a tug of something on her hand. She opened one eye in a squint, finding an IV in her hand. She slowly got up, confused to be in a white room. She sat up, looking to the sterile room with a bed and a closer window near her. Where in the heck was she? She was slowly standing as a nurse came in, “Wait! Don’t move yet, you may fall.” She came over, “You haven’t ate real food yet so we just want you to eat before walking.” “Oh, okay.” Wren said, sitting down and waiting for the nurse to come back with food. She brought in a bedside tray and pushed it toward Wren, “Once you eat, you can stand.” Wren nodded, eating her jello and sandwich quickly, “Where am I exactly?” She asked, looking around the room. “You’re in our hospital wing of the Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Witches. Luckily you woke up since we were about to transfer you to a real hospital.” The nurse got out her chart, “Do you remember what your name is? What year you’re in?” Wren ate greedily, “Wren Smith, First year here.” The nurse furrowed her eyebrows, “Wren isn’t your name, honey. Maybe you experienced some memory-“ Wren cut her off, “It’s Guenevere Marie Smith but I go by Wren, sorry.” “Oh good good, we just have to make sure when people are in comas for a week.” She stated as Wren blinked in shock. “Did you just say a week? What happened?” She asked in pure confusion. She looked down noticing something strange in her hair immediately. She saw a chunky white hair streak taking over the front portion of her hair that extended down to her waist in waves. The nurse didn’t speak, studying the girl’s confusion face, “Do you remember the night of the 31st, Miss Smith?” Wren sat and thought for a moment, remembering the spanking and her special moment with Nate. She shook her head and squinted down, only remembering the piercing screech and the room going dark but nothing after that moment. If she had been in a coma for a week, where was Nate? Her mind panicked, wondering if he was okay. “I- um, remember being in a friend’s dorm that night, but nothing afterwards.” She said, looking up at the nurse. Her eyes shifted in a panic about Nate, “Is Nate Seastone okay? He was with me that night and that’s all I remember.” That sounded bad after she said it and she hoped that didn’t incriminate Nate to this nurse. He had already been pegged for the murder of his ex, she couldn’t imagine what her coma may have alerted officials. The nurse nodded, “Yes he is.” She said, writing things down on her clipboard as Wren sighed in relief, “Well, before you’re allowed to leave, the Magistrate’s officers need to speak with you before you’re discharged. It’ll be a little bit until they can make it here, can I get you anything in the meantime?” “No, I’m fine.” Wren said, blinking to her bed, confused of the memory loss. She couldn’t remember anything after the screech and blackness, yet she had this gnawing feeling like so much more happened. Wren looked down to her hands, her eyes tracing the faint scars on both wrists. “The fuck?” She says quietly to herself, confused even further by how those got there. Wren shifted, wondering what else may have happened to her. She wiggled her toes, felt her arms and wrinkled her nose as she felt a long scar under the soft side of her bicep. Wren looked at it for a moment, seeing that the scar looked completely healed, as if it had been there since childhood yet Wren knew she did not have this wound prior to her coma. How could something heal so fast? Magic was the only answer. Then she glided her hands down her chest to her abdomen, and pausing as her hands touched something unfamiliar, slowly pushing aside her gown and blanket to reveal she was in an adult diaper. She blushed, knowing that it must’ve been since she was in a coma. How embarrassing! She thought, pulling the gown and hiding the puffy white garment that clung to her hips. She blushed further, thinking of how soft it felt and noticed the powder scent quickly, bursting through her senses of a time of feeling like a baby, safe and protected. Was it weird of her to enjoy the comfort it gave her? She shifted in embarrassment as she heard a knock on the door after a half an hour, “You can come in.” She murmured, keeping the blanket over her. Two warlocks with pointed hats and hooded satin cloaks came in, nodding to her and pulling out their wallets, showing badges, “Hi Guinevere Smith, we’re with the Magistrate’s office of the United Lands and have a few questions to ask before you’re released from this area and speak to anyone else. Is this an okay time to talk?” Wren nodded, opening her mouth, “You can call me Wren, not Guinevere.” The warlock who was quite tall, lanky with straight black hair, handsome face and a pale complexion nodded, “I’m Warlock Howl and this is my fellow Warlock Xavier. If we may sit for a moment?” When nodded, staying silent as Warlock Howl brisky walked around with the younger warlock following as they sat and the older warlock opened his journal and his feather ink pen. “These questions are for your safety and the safety of the United Lands. We are investigating a mass witch cult in this area and are gathering information for our case.” Warlock Howl said, eyes studying Wren’s wild moss green ones, “If you could answer these questions after eating this prune, it will allow you to speak with complete honesty, regardless of any blackmailing, harassment or spell abuse you may have gone through. Do you consent?” He took out a jar from his cloak and pulled out a black prune, showing it in the jar. Wren shrugged, “Sure.” She said, extending her hand as he gave it to her as she looked at the wrinkly black medium sized prune that was the size of her thumb. She bit a piece of it, tasting the sweetness of the prune a bit hesitantly, then engulfing the full prune. Wren swallowed and in a few moments it kicked in as she felt suddenly clear headed and wanted to overshare her thoughts. Specifically, about that she was wearing a diaper and liked it. Warlock Howl said after looking at his pocket watch, “Now we can start.” He looked to Wren who looked to already be hiding something as she bit her lip, “Are you feeling like sharing anything before we begin?” Wren blurted, “I’m wearing a diaper and am embarrassed to admit to liking how comfortable it is.” She said, gasping and covering her mouth as her face flushed as she literally said what was on her mind. “Oh my gosh, I’m so ashamed I just said that.” She mumbled through her hand, realizing that the prune she ate was making her say what exactly she thought without filter. “What type of prune did I just eat?” Warlock Howl looked unpassed, as if he’d heard worse in these sessions, “All information shared in our session will not be disclosed and private information as the prune is a Oriji prune which makes you say your thoughts candidly. It’s only natural to say anything that’s awkward or strange.” He says, as if he repeated it hundreds of times before. “If it makes you feel better, we’ve witnessed much worse from victims.” Warlock Xavier said next to Howl, going quiet as he let the lead Warlock take back over the conversation. Warlock Howl stated, “We will make this quick and short as I’m sure you want to go back to normal life.” He stated, looking down to his points he needed to cover, “What do you remember from the night of October 31st?” Wren gasped, blinking back tears in further humiliation to what she had to say, “I spent the night with Nate Seastone and that night we made out and he spanked and fingered me. Fuck.” She covered her mouth, so embarrassed to say that to these two obviously trained and experienced Warlocks. Warlock Howl looked unphased as he wrote down what she said, “Was it consensual or sexual harassment?” Warlock Xavier blinked to what the girl said. Wren said quickly, “Completely consensual and it was probably the best-“ She turned and muffled her mouth as she almost said best orgasm I’ve ever had. “Has he ever abused or assaulted you?” Warlock Howl said, sighing at hearing just teenager kinky love, trying to figure out if the only person they had as a potential suspect he had evidence to even trial. “No, he would never.” Wren said, unmuffling herself. “What leads you to believe that?” Warlock Howl asked, trying to get to the bottom of if Nate Seastone was guilty. He was seen last year in a relationship with Marlene Augusta who was murdered by the cult and now with Guinevere Smith, who had been found in a coma by Nate. Two cases with Nate Seastone involved made him a suspect for this case Warlock Howl had been following for years now. Wren shook her head, looking down at her fingers with long and strong nails, “He cares for me and has tried to protect me from the Sinister Twins, who I believe did this, ever since I began at this school. They bullied and harassed me ever since I began here. Sin took my mouth away for a moment my first day, they tripped me in the hall to class and filled my backpacks with snakes.” She said, all the incidences toppling out of her mouth. Warlock Howl nodded, knowing this wasn’t the first nor last case he’d hear about the twins, “Why do you think they have targeted you for this harassment?” He asks, looking up from his journal. “Because I’m human. Full-blood.” She said, shaking her head and looking down. Warlock Howl tilted his head, eyes glazing over her white and black hair, “You believe you’re human?” He asked, thoughtfully. Wren looked up, confused, “I have two human parents and have tried practicing magic my whole life. I know I’m not.” Warlock Howl went into his suitcase, pulling out his file on Wren, “Since you’re over 18, I’m allowed to share this with you per your consent to be able to access your biological documents. Do I have your consent?” Wren shook her head, “Wait- what?” She said, completely dazed and head spinning by his words. “If you do not consent, I will not show you.” He stated, about to put the file away. “Yes, I consent to whatever you’re talking about.” Wren said, eyes shifting as he opened a file and flipped through documents. He pulled out a packet and unclipped it, showing her a birth certificate. Wren took the birth certificate, staring down to it unblinkingly, “This can’t be real.” She said, shaking her head and flipping through the papers of AM-13 vaccinations. They were the magic suppressant vaccines given to Wren since she was born. 13 vaccines were administered and disguised as ‘flu’ vaccines ever since she was born. She flipped through each paper, blinking down tears as she saw her mom’s signature on every line. Why? Why would her mother do that to her? “You’re real name in Guinevere Paige Gossamer and you were born in Zathorn, Rune. You’re a full-blood white witch from the blood sample the medical ward here the doctor ran, not human.”

Chapter 7: Blood Moon Night Wren warned Olivia about the witch cult that was secretly in the school and that maybe Olivia should leave. Olivia didn’t believe Wren, “So you’re saying there’s a witch cult that’s been a part of this school for decades and that at the end of the month either you or I will be sacrificed to witches?” Wren nodded, getting out Olivia’s laptop she shared since Wren’s broke in their dorm room and pulling up the articles she found after staying up all night researching the Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures dark history of missing full-blood humans who, coincidentally, were foreign exchange students or visitors of the campus. Olivia’s eyes shifted across every article and old newspaper scanned in, “Well, fuck, what do we do then? Quit school and give up our full-ride scholarships?” Wren shook her head, “I gave up Harvard for this, Olivia. I’m not leaving.” She looked despondently down, “I studied a lot of these cases and most were younger classmen women. A few guys but we could be lucky…” She shook her head and trailed off. “If there’s over 17 full-bloods, how many are girls, Wren?” Olivia asked, eyes wild at how ignorant to the situation her friend was acting. Wren bit her lip, “There’s like 7. Two are about to graduate.” “So you’re saying we have a one in five chance in both of us being alive past October 31st?!” Olivia put her arms up in confusion, “Are you seriously considering staying?” Wren gulped, sadly looking down as she closed her laptop, “I rather die on a sacrificial stake than go back home, Olivia.” Olivia blinked at her friend, taking a moment with her arms crossed as she looked at the ground thoughtfully, “What if we say we have a family emergency and go home for a week then come back? That’d work, right?” Wren shook her head, “I read through the rule book for the exchange program and it states you need to provide proof. If you leave, we will get kicked out of the program.” Olivia sat on her bed, deciding for herself, “I’m leaving, Wren. This school fucking blows for humans anyways and I can get my international teaching career at a different school.” Wren nodded, picking at her nail, “I’m staying.” Olivia’s eyes teared up, knowing the bond they’ve formed in the past few months and already starting to mourn the possibility of her friend being burned by a witch cult. Olivia didn’t say anything, knowing her friend’s mind was already made up. Another week passed as the Blood Moon came closer with only seven days until the moon would show on October 31st. Wren slept alone in her room after Olivia left to go back home, dropping out of the foreign exchange program completely. Wren woke up one night, quickly getting up as she thought she heard something near her room. She looked out the window and saw no one outside. Her paranoia was starting to seep in. After Wren left her 7th hour the next day, she walked down the hallway that no one was walking down as she felt her wrist tugged into an empty classroom. She looked up to find Nate Seastone looking down to her seriously, “Drop out of the school before the end of this week, Wren. Please.” His eyes looked pained as he searched hers. Wren bit her lip in silence for a moment, shaking her head, “I can’t, this is what I’ve always wanted.” Nate shook his head, “You don’t understand how serious this is, you are in danger, Wren.” Wren nodded, “Pixie told me about everything. You don’t need to explain, Nate.” Nate’s eyes flickered sadly, “I can’t do this again, Wren. I can’t, please.” He said, eyes looking lost since Wren seemed like a wall and nothing would go through it. Wren shook her head, “You’re living your life around fear of everything. You won’t date me because of your exes and you want me to leave because the witch cult will murder me.” Wren goes to the door and puts her hand on the knob, “I’m not scared of them, Nate, and I’m just a human. You’re a warlock so do something about it if you really care.” Nate took her wrist and pulled her to stay inside, “I can’t, Wren. You really don’t understand.” Wren’s wild green eyes shifted in confusion, feeling the seriousness of her choice and how it would hurt Nate if she were murdered by a cult. Wren sighed, shaking her head, “What? You want me to go back home and be miserable my whole life Nate? This is the first place I’ve felt I belong. I can’t leave that for the possibility of getting murdered, it may not happen right?” Wren acknowledged she was potentially delusional that she convinced herself she’d be fine at this point. Nate’s nose flared as Wren didn’t know what he knew and he couldn’t tell her. She would never understand really what happened. Nate looked at her for a few moments in silence, “You aren’t leaving, are you?” “Nope.” Wren said, crossing her arms looking up at him as his jaw tightened as he looked thoughtfully down to her. “Are you a virgin?” Nate asked as Wren blinked in embarrassment by the question. Wren swallowed, “Unfortunately so.” Nate licked his lips, wishing he didn’t hear the answer to that question as his eyes trailed to her pouty lips, “Fuck.” He murmured, leaning against the wall and putting his head in his extended arm for a moment. “Why is that important?” Nate began pacing in stress in the empty room, “Because, Guinevere, they preys on young virgin girls. Haven’t you read the books or seen the same scenes in movies?” Nate somehow easily could make Wren feel in trouble or excited by the use of her name, she hated it but loved it in the same capacity. “I guess I have.” Wren mumbled, crossing her arms. A silence took over a few moments as Nate stared at Wren and she stared at the ground before Nate spoke, “Since you don’t want to listen to me and leave, how about we do this instead: you stay the night in my dorm on the 31st.” Wren looked up to Nate, confused, “Isn’t that what you’ve been trying not to do Nate? Like… not be in the same room as me?” Nate smiled, eyes twinkling, “I already broke that rule today, if we need to be together for a night, I can allow that.” He said, staring for a second longer at Wren, “There’s a second empty bed you can sleep on, don’t worry you don’t have to share my bed.” He winked as he could see the thought flick across her face. Wren sighed, “Fine.” The next day Wren went to all her classes like normal. On her way to the dining hall, she felt suddenly frozen, like time stood still. She felt a yank of her hair and a pain singe her hand suddenly. In another moment, time continued and she looked down to her hand, seeing a gash and blood trailing down. Three figures with hooded dark red cloaks walked around the corner behind her when she turned her head. She ran to the medic room and a nurse fixed her hand up quickly, stitching what looked like a deep knife gash in her hand. “How’d you get that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wren swallowed, shaking her head, “I don’t know.” “Okay, well make sure to not wash your hand for the next few days until it heals if you can.” The nurse said before Wren was dismissed. The week slowly drowned on until the 31st came and things began to get weirder at the school. Wren woke up to what sounded like a pebble on her window at midnight. She got up, quickly going to the window to see a flash of a black cloak. Her heart raced as she held her heaviest book near her, wielding it as her only weapon allowed at the school. She stayed up that night the whole night, scared to go back to sleep. “Remember, curfew is at 7PM tonight. Any students found violating this code will be punished accordingly with either suspensions, probation or worse, expulsion.” Headmaster Grizzledworf said in the dining hall that morning, looking across the throngs of students at their long tables. Wren gulped, Pixie looking at her friend, “Are you okay today, Wren?” “Yeah, you’ve kind of been acting weird.” Frederick said from across the table near Luna. Luna made a joke, “Yeah, if Frederick can tell that’s usually a sign something’s wrong.” Wren nodded, “I’m fine, just didn’t sleep last night is all.” “You’re like a werewolf not sleeping near a full moons it sounds.” Luna said, smiling and going back to eating. Wren nodded with a tired smile, looking past Frederick and Luna to Nate who was a few tables behind them. “Do they really not sleep around full moons?” Frederick asked in curiosity. “I mean, I used to date one and can confirm, they don’t. But they’re great in bed.” Pixie chirped, quickly going quiet as the group looked at her in shock, surprised she’d share such details. Wren sauntered to her first hour with Luna, passing the sinister twins. Sin and Jinx hissed at Wren as they passed, “Happy Halloween, human filth.” Wren looked behind her, watching them walk the opposite way as she kept walking, shaking off the comment. “Don’t let them get inside your head. I’m a full-blood witch and I quite like you.” Luna said quickly before they sat in their first hour table. “I forgot it’s Halloween in my country, to be quite honest. It’s not a real holiday though, at least for me.” Wren said, thinking soon after she shouldn’t say that aloud as the United Lands was still trying to get the US and other countries to remove that as a holiday as they state its making fun of creatures. Unlike in the other continents who celebrated Halloween, for Centaurus and Rune it was an offensive holiday that most creatures took that humans made fun of them on this day. It was a fantastic day for a Blood Moon and a sacrifice of a human though for creatures. It was too bad Wren was the human that probably didn’t have a chance. The day went by too slowly as Wren had a midterm paper in her Professional Writing course. Then she had one pop quiz in her Alchemy I course. After that she had one test she studied all through lunch for in 5th hour. By the time her 7th hour came, she was falling asleep in her Intro to Herbology class. “Wren Smith, try to stay awake, hm?” Professor Olivey said, waking Wren up. “Sorry.” She mumbled, trying harder to stay awake and pay attention. Wren left her 7th hour Herbology class that was off the side of the campus near the forest edge and walking paths. She walked up the stone path behind classmates, trying to stay with people as long as she could going up the staircase through the back of the main castle. She felt her wrist tugged as she yelped and classmates looked back to her, “Help!” She screamed as a hand clasped over her mouth. “It’s just me, Wren.” Nate said in a huff, trying to calm her, “You’re fine, little one.” He cooed, pushing her hair behind her hair as she looked up to him when he said little one. It was a pet name that made her melt a bit inside as he nodded forward, “C’mon, I thought I’d just make sure you get to your dorm okay. I apologize in scaring you.” His Centaurus accent lightly coming through charmingly in his apology. “It’s fine, I just have been on edge is all today.” She said as he studied her puffy and tired eyes as they walked. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?” He said, knowing the answer but asking anyways. “No, I didn’t.” She said as they passed a lot of students shuffling through the halls together. Wren shifted her eyes in thought, “Aren’t you scared of people seeing us together?” She looked at him as they walked. “To be quite honest, I don’t give a fuck who sees us together anymore. You made some great points the other day and I’m tired of living in fear.” He said, walking with her through the main bridge to the dorms of the school. Wren gulped as they walked forward and the Sinister Twins walked with their friends the same direction as Wren and Nate. The twins eyed Wren and Nate as they passed, speaking low to one another and sneering. As Wren passed, she half expected to have snakes again or get randomly cut, yet she was spared of their bullying. Wren looked behind her shoulder as they passed, “I’m surprised that they didn’t try anything.” She said lowly to Nate. “They won’t with me near you.” Nate says as a matter of fact to Wren. Wren looked at him for a moment, confused by the comment, as if Sin couldn’t touch Nate. They went to Wren’s dorm as she got her items and packed her toiletries for the night. “So the plan is to just camp out at your dorm from now until tomorrow?” Wren asked, grabbing pajamas. Nate sat on her bed, looking at her picture on her nightstand of her and her parents together. He smiled down to it and nodded, “Yes, that’s the plan. I have snacks for dinner that will hopefully tide you over. Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll watch a movie or two. ” Wren felt excitement building to spend the night with Nate. She didn’t know what could or would happen, but she looked forward to maybe getting to kiss again. She admittedly had wet dreams of Nate since their kiss. It was hard to not get flustered in his presence for Wren. “Sounds like a great slumber party, I think I’m ready.” She said, picking up her backpack and following him to his dorm. A few flights up the stairs and to the coed dorms, Nate opened his rooms door and Wren walked in, seeing a similar setup for his dorm. She saw a light blue plaid coverup over his bed and the snacks he promised laying on top. She set her backpack on the other bed and sat down, soon realizing that it would just be her and him alone all night. Nate locked his door, taking out his wand and casting a locking enchantment on the door. He tested the lock and smiled to the safety he just solidified between him, Wren and the unknown that could happen that night. “Safe and sound.” He said as Wren sighed with a small smile at how protected she felt in Nate’s presence, not to mention the bonus of excitement she felt when she was around him. “Thank you, Nate. For taking care of me tonight.” She said, still sitting on the bed next to his awkwardly. “You’re welcome and you can pay me back with cuddles tonight, hm?” He said casually, leaning against the frame of his bed and eyes traveling down her body. “Okay.” She said, timidly. Wren blushed at the thought, she had only cuddled in high school in a short-lived relationship with a boyfriend that lasted for two weeks. She was beyond inexperienced with all things relating to relationships and feared she may be bad at cuddling, let alone anything else. Nate went over to his snack pile on his bed picking up chips and candy to show her, “I got you a few things, I didn’t really know what you liked so I got some things I knew were sold in the States. There’s Cheetos, Pringles, Sweddish Fish, Snickers.” He showed her and she smiled wide at his considerate act of buying her snacks for the night. She giggled, “I much prefer a lot of Centaurus snacks over American ones but thank you for getting these. I do like Cheetos.” She got up, grabbing a bag off of his bed, opening it and eating a bite, licking the powder off of her thumb. Nate watched her eat like a toddler in front of him as he smirked and his eyes danced playfully, “You eat like a baby, you know.” He says, mind musing of her in a diaper eating Cheetos. How cute would that be, he thought to himself. Wren blushed at the comment, “You must maximize eating a Cheeto by licking the powder, it’s an experience I’m sorry you’ll never understand nor appreciate. Must be a boring life you live.” She stated, sassily going to her bed. Nate brushed off the slight attitude, “What’s your favorite Centaurus snack, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wren ate a few more Cheetos, licking her fingers as Nate’s mind went back to imagining her in a diaper as he sat back on his bed with a smile placed on his face. Wren took a moment thinking, “I like the Sour Bloodbites and Eskeemos.” Nate grabbed the Pringles and opened the Aluminum can, eating a Pringle as he laughed at her choices, “Sour Bloodbites? C’mon Wren.” He chuckles with his eye brows raised to her, “Those are made with synthetic human blood you know right?” Wren smiles and closes the chip bag and sets it to the side, “Still doesn’t change my answer.” “Maybe you should get a 23 and me test to make sure you’re not part vampire instead of awkward girl.” Nate teased. Wren giggled at Nate playfully making fun of her as she got up from her bed, going over to Nate’s pictures on his dresser, “Who’s this?” She asked, picking up his picture with him and another guy together. “My brother, Aeron.” Wren nodded, seeing the two guys together on a terrace overlooking a beach. “Is this taken in your hometown?” She asked, her thumb going to her mouth with a smidge of Cheeto she missed as she looked back to him. His eyes caught her almost looking like she was sucking her thumb. His eyes trailed longingly to her mouth and then to her eyes in lust. She was absolutely adorable with her thumb in her mouth and he couldn’t imagine her in a little diaper. He pushed away the thought as he got up and looked at the picture closer. “No, that’s Santoros, Centaurus. I grew up in a small town called in Gromwell. That’s where my mom was born. Gromwell.” He said, suddenly going quiet, his face unreadable as he looked at the other picture of his mom, dad, brother and him together. “She’s beautiful. I can see where you get your eyes from now.” Wren said, looking at the picture of young Nate and his brother on a family vacation in the Niagara Falls. “So you visited?” Nate smiled with a nod, “I did and got my first ever McDonald’s Happy Meal, best day of my childhood life if I recall.” Humor played at his expression as he met Wren’s green and curious eyes. “So is your mom a witch and your dad is a Merman?” Wren asked, going back to the picture. She could see the scales on his dad’s forearms and gills on his neck. Wren was surprised that both Nate and his brother didn’t have any of the same features. “She was a full-blood witch.” Nate said, softly in pain. “And yes, he is a full-blood Merman. He lives now in Santoros, that’s where he was from.” “I’m so sorry Nate.” Wren said, looking up to him in sadness. “It’s okay.” He said, eyes shifting away from the pictures and back to the bed, “Want to cuddle? You look sleepy.” He moved away from the subject, obviously not wanting to talk about it. Nate moved all of the snack to the nightstand and got under the cover with his laptop, “We can watch a show or movie, how does that sound?” Wren nodded timidly as he opened his laptop and got settled, then extended his arms as a motion for her to come into them. Wren took off her shoes and crawled in with her school uniform still on. He expertly repositioned her so her head was over her chest and her leg over his leg before bringing the blanket over them and bringing his laptop closer. “Are you comfortable?” Nate asked, looking down to her as he clicked into Landflix on his laptop. Wren nodded, trying not to think that she was on an incredibly attractive man and her bottom was almost out behind her skirt. “What type of movie did you want to watch?” He asked, hand grazing her back and caressing it. “Maybe a Disney or Pixar one? Nothing too intense if that’s okay.” She said softly near him with a yawn. He repositioned himself a bit, feeling himself getting excited with her on top of him, “A kids movie sounds great. Have you seen Finding Nemo?” Wren nodded, “I have but I’d love to watch it again.” Wren knew she’d fall asleep soon, so maybe rewatching a movie was best. “Finding Nemo it is.” He murmured, kissing her head before searching up the movie and turning it on, slightly more excited since she wanted a kid’s movie. It’s like she was asking to be babied and he wouldn’t hold back when she was his. He was still debating to make any moves outside of kissing her and cuddling for now though, especially given it was a Blood Moon that night. Within minutes of watching the movie, Wren fell into a deep sleep on Nate. By the time the movie ended, he didn’t have the heart to wake the sleeping princess. He watched two more movies until she woke up six hours later to the movie Zootopia. “I love this movie.” She said as Nate chuckled to her stirring awake in her half-asleep state. She saw the room was dark and the outside the window looked eery, “What time is it by the way?” “It’s 10:30PM.” He said, looking at the time on his laptop by hovering the mouse. “Wow, and I’m still not being sacrificed to a witch cult yet. Life’s looking good so far.” She mumbled, rotating on him more and pulling up a bit as his hand that was once on her back slipped onto her bottom underneath her skirt, “Oops, sorry.” She said, fully awakening as she tried going back and he spanked her. She winced by the sudden pain, realizing it wasn’t a cute and light spank, but a hard and experienced spank from Nate. “If you’re going to put your bottom in my hands, expect a spanking, hm?” He growled in an authoritative tone underneath her. Wren blushed, “Sorry.” She felt embarrassed by being provocative and suddenly reprimanded by Nate for doing so. The ghost of the spank still stung but made her excited in her sleepy state. He pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, admiring the beautiful waves, “It’s okay, little one.” Wren blushed with a timid smile as she rolled a bit off him, “Did you just call me little one?” Nate blinked, with humor playing on his expression, “I did.” He stretched and turned on the lamp on his nightstand, so they weren’t talking in the dark anymore. Wren looked at him, thoughts pulling at her mind as she bit her lip, “Nate, can I ask you a bit of a private question?” Nate chuckled lightly, sitting up and resting his head on his headboard, “Go ahead.” Wren sat and twisted so she was facing towards him, Nate’s fingertips grazing her foot as she sat Indian position and fixed her skirt so she wasn’t on display in front of him. His eyes traced her face down to her body as she sat before him, wondering what she would ask but having a slight inclination about what she may ask. “I heard some gossip that you’re kinky in a-“ She looked crossed to find the right words that wouldn’t offend him, “a bit different way. Is that true?” Humor played at his face as his eyes danced playfully, “Define ‘different’.” He said, in a more commanding tone. Wren caught a glimmer of what Nate was acting like the day they kissed that she became hot and bothered by. She began feeling excited just being next to him in that moment. “Um- like… weird?” She repeated the terms Pixie said in slight embarrassment by how it now sounded mean confronting him about it, “I dunno, it’s just something I heard and I was just wondering what it was.” She held her arms awkwardly, realizing she didn’t know what was considered a ‘weird kink’ as the word ‘kink’ in general has always been associated with being strange or weird like fetishes. She felt bad for saying it aloud and regretted her previous words. Nate was silent for a moment, studying her looking like she was embarrassed to ask, “Hm, if there’s a kink weirdness spectrum, maybe I’d land on the farther end.” He murmured, motioning for her to get closer to him, “Come here.” He asked as she looked shyly to him, wondering what he meant. He lunged forward and decided to grab her and pull her bottom onto his lap, wrapping her legs behind her. “Nate, no!” She squealed as he began nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing her where her ticklish spot was. She giggled as she writhed, and he kept going until he grazed up to her chin and then her lips. They began kissing passionately in a teasing dance. Nate pushed her on her back on the bed as he climbed on top of her, still kissing her. The sudden motions accidentally causing her to bite on his lip… again. Nate pulled back and there was a sudden change in his eyes, as if she crossed the line. Fuck! Wren thought. “I think it’s time for a little girl to get a much needed spanking, hm?” He said lowly as his face was inches from hers. This was the kink, wasn’t it? Wren thought as her face felt warm and that warmth traveled down her body, making her wet down there. Nate got up and sat next to her, patting his lap, “Over here, now.” He said, taking on a sudden dominant presence and tone. Wren blushed further, feeling excited by the way he was treating her suddenly. She nodded, crawling over his lap and laying on her stomach with her bottom near his lap. She stayed hovering above his lap until his hands pulled down her skirt and panties. Wren gasped, not expecting for her bottom to be fully exposed! Not to mention, she felt the wetness of her panties as Nate pulled them off. She hoped that he didn’t see that or she’d be mortified! Nate’s hand pushed her down onto his lap as he repositioned her to start her butt was angled higher. Her face felt hot as did her bottom in a few moments as she felt the initial stinging spank. A few quick swats landed that stung but didn’t hurt her that bad. A few moments later, harder ones came down as she winced. “Nate, I’m sorry! Please stop!” She squealed as the pain radiated both cheeks as he expertly switched between them. After a few more spanks, he stopped. His hand lightly grazed her bottom as he was admiring how fucking hot she was in her little school girl outfit and how he couldn’t resist giving her something in that moment. He wondered if she liked it as much as he did and wanted to find out. “Does someone want a treat for being a good girl now?” He asked, voice sultry as Wren turned her head towards him, wondering if what he alluded too was what she hoped for in that moment from her excitement. Wren said timidly after a pause, “Yes, please.” She said, with a little wiggle of her bottom that Nate chuckled too. He repositioned as his fingers that were grazing her bottom dipped lower, brushing her sweet parts. His finger dipped inside her wetness, surprised by how wet she was after the spanking. Nate could now confirm, Wren really enjoyed this part of his kink as his hand worked on her. She moaned, cute gasps coming out of her as Nate expertly went in and out, “What a good girl.” He said slowly as he teased her a bit with his fingers, not giving her the release she craved just yet. Wren put her face into his duvet cover as she moaned from climaxing as his fingers worked quicker inside her. She orgasmed hard, knowing that if this was Nate’s kink she would happily be his girlfriend and receive a spanking, praise like a little girl and orgasm every day of her life. He pulled out, feeling flustered himself by how hot seeing her orgasm was and hearing her. While Wren was resting for a moment after her orgasm, he looked at his glistening finger, knowing he wanted to taste her since they met. He licked his finger while she was looking away, tasting her sweetness in surprise by how addictive and good it was. Fuck, Nate thought, knowing he would want much more than just a small taste. He was part Merman and the women they dated they notoriously got addicted to women’s excitement easily. Pheromones and excitement was a dangerous game for Mermen if they weren’t married. He groaned as she got off him, “You’re so fucking hot, Guinevere.” “I can help you too.” She said, pulling up her panties and skirt. Nate’s sea blue eyes connected with hers in seriousness, “No, I’ll be fine for tonight.” He said, smiling at her politeness to offer something in return. He wasn’t ready to have her give him anything, then he really wouldn’t know how to have control when he’s around her. He was still managing that and failing at it from just giving her an orgasm and a spanking. How would he manage anything after her touching him? A silence was between them as he went to the bathroom for a moment, closing the door and taking a few minutes. Wren blushed at what just happened, feeling tingly all over with how good Nate was at touching her and making her feel good. She couldn’t help but wonder what else he was good at, and she could only imagine sex would be phenomenal with him. He came back in the room and got the snacks out, “Hungry?” Wren nodded, giving grabby hands to the Cheetos as he chuckled, handing it to her as he sat next to her on the bed. She ate a few Cheetos as she watched him eat a Pringle, “So, what’s your favorite human made snack?” He ate the Pringle, “Doritos. Cool Ranch are incredible.” Wren giggled, “Have you ever had a Tacobell-“ A few things happened in a blink of an eye as they sat there. The lamp flickered off in an instant and Wren screamed. A loud screeching noise filled the room with glass shattering in the window and total darkness filled the room as Nate tried grabbing Wren near him but couldn’t find her. Nate grabbed his wand and illuminated the room, but it was too late as Wren was gone. “Wren!” He screamed, looking out the window as his wand broke as he pointed to the window but an invisible magical boundary incinerated half of his wand, leaving him trapped in the room by himself.

Chapter 6: Witchy Secrets Two and a half months passed without Wren and Nate talking or even, for that matter, being near each other. There may have been glances exchanged in hallway passings but outside of that, Wren was nothing to Nate anymore. They stayed isolated, and that’s how Nate wanted it, so Wren respected that as she uncovered more about his past, she found that it was in her best interests to stay even farther away from him. Wren was walking with Pixie near the school grounds near the forests edge close to the stadium, “What happened to Nate’s ex-girlfriend, Pixie?” Her thoughts becoming words quickly. Pixie rolled her light pink and purple flecked eyes and pushed her hair behind her pointed ears as her voice caught, “It’s hard for me to talk about, Wren.” She blinked back tears as she shook her head, “But I like you, I trust you and I think you need to know about them in the case you make the same mistakes Marlene made.” Marlene, that must’ve been his exes name! Wren thought, a taste of rust in her mouth feeling uncomfortable to think of any ex of Nate’s, even if they were murdered. Pixie nodded to the ground and sat Indian position with Wren, picking up a daisy and twirling it in her fingers as she began, “Marlene was a first year who started last year. Nate and her quickly became a thing when they met. It was a blink of the eye, really. She broke up with him after a few weeks, saying he was ‘a lot’ to be with.” Wren’s heart fluttered happier to know that they only dated for a short period. Pixie’s eyes fixated to Wrens, shrugging, “He was a good guy, treated her well from what I could see and was nice to all of us. She said he was just really,” Her eyes widened at the thought of saying it aloud, “weird with some kinky things but still incredible in bed.” Wren’s nose wrinkled, feeling guilty that she was slightly jealous of a dead ex. Did that make me fucked up in the head to feel that way? Wren thought to herself, trying to dismiss it as her and Nate were clearly not going to date anyways so what was there to be jealous about, really? Wren paused in her thoughts after realizing what else Pixie said… Did she say Nate was weird with kinky things? Wren could tell he was into different things by mentioning a ‘spanking’ and if that was considered weird to like, maybe Wren was just as weird as him. Pixie laughed a bit to herself as if it was a funny conversation between her and Marlene, “She was human too, super nice. Marlene broke up with him because of… well, the weird kinky things and also they didn’t see eye to eye with other things. They ultimately weren’t compatible.” Pixie took a moment and gulped as she looked down, “It’s gossip but I think he got into a fling with one of the Sinister Twins in a rebound. It was an on and off friends who had sex type of thing for a few months until Nate cut it off. He obviously didn’t want Sin Sinister. She was opposite of the types of girls he usually went for. That’s when things took a turn when they started they’re on and off fling because Nate and Marlene still talked and were friendly.” Pixie shook her head, a pained expression flicking across her face. “Sin was obviously jealous, like really jealous of any girl that talked to Nate, even if it was strictly platonic.” “One day Marlene and Nate were talking in the courtyard. Jinx, Sin’s sister, overhead a conversation when the fling was still happening and Nate told Marlene something along the lines of ‘Sin and him weren’t serious and he'd never actually date someone like that.’ That’s when the bullying began, and I noticed a change in Marlene.” Pixie paused, eyes flicking to Wren who looked to be hanging onto every line Pixie spoke. Pixie looked hurt to say the next things. “Sin cut off Nate and her’s fling the next week. Nate was relieved since he was going to do it soon anyways, but Sin didn’t say anything to him directly that she heard what he said about her. Instead, she decided to torment Marlene, who he still loved. You could still tell by the way he’d glance at her in the hallways, even though they were broken up. Sin and Jinx knew it and began tormenting Marlene to get revenge on Nate.” Pixie began crying, “I don’t know what they did, Wren, I don’t but the next things I’m going to tell you cannot tell anyone. Not Olivia, not Frederick. Not anyone. Got it?” Wren nodded with a gulp, not knowing if she wanted to hear it but felt it was necessary. “Marlene came to our dorm room a few days later with cuts, glass and bruises all over her body. I asked her what happened but she couldn’t speak, because her tongue was gone.” Pixie cried harder, shaking her head, “She wrote on a paper that it was Sin and Jinx.” She paused, calming down, “I still hate myself for being in so much fear of what they could do, I didn’t do anything. The next day she had her tongue back, but she didn’t talk about it. She said she couldn’t. They must have scared her into silence.” “A week later I told Nate about what I saw and about the twins. I told him to not to say anything to the twins nor that I told him because I was terrified of the twins from what I saw that night. He of course went straight to them and he didn’t tell them I told him. So, it got worse for Marlene because they thought she told Nate, but she didn’t say anything to anyone.” Pixie began crying again and Wren touched her arm, shaking her head, “It’s not your fault Pixie, none of it is.” Pixie shook her head, “It was, because if I had told them it was me Marlene may have still been here.” She gathered herself after a few sobs and continued, “Nate I think threatened them that day and for a few weeks, nothing happened until the night of the full moon. Our curfew was 7 PM and I couldn’t find Marlene after she went to the restroom during dinner.” She shook her head, “We had to be in our rooms at 7PM so I went there and just thought maybe she snuck out. Then, an hour passed and I got concerned for her. Hours and hours went by with me even more panicking for my friend. We weren’t allowed to leave our rooms so I just stayed up all night, hearing the werewolves howl and jumping at any creak of the floorboards. When the sun came out, I got out of our dorm room and ran to Nate’s dorm, telling him that Marlene never came back to our room.” She shook her head and put her palm to her forehead, “If I had just been brave and left my room during curfew to tell our housemaster or even went straight to Nate, I think she would’ve been alive.” “Did you and Nate find her?” Wren asked in a hush wondering where the story ended on the edge of her seat. Pixie nodded slowly, eyes red from crying, “When we ran around the campus looking for her at 5AM, there was smoke from the forest, behind here.” Pixie pointed behind Wren and her as Wren felt a chill down her spine, “We followed the smoke to a stone circle where there was the most awful smell I had ever came across and Marlene’s clothes, ripped on the ground. I began screaming and I ran to get the headmaster. Nate stayed and cried in pain. I knew from the scene that some witch cult must have murdered her for a ritual the night before.” Pixie stared blankly at the ground, “Since he was alone, he was taken for questioning by the officials who was trying to find the witch cult that was known to be in the area near the campus they had been trying to track for decades. Hence why people think he murdered Marlene to this day when only him and I know who really did it. After that day I asked Nate if he thought the twins did it but he wouldn’t say anything else about what he knew, saying he couldn’t talk about it since the questioning. I respected that and never pushed further but it only confirmed who I thought had a part in Marlene’s death and it had to be the Sinister Twins.” Pixie said, shaking her head. Wren shook her head, squinting in confusion, “Why a ritual though? What do they gain from those?” Pixie eyed Wren, “They practice sacrificial ceremonies for power, beauty and immortality.” She sighed with a shake of her head, “The next week I saw the sinister twins and I could swear they’re skin was flawless, hair longer and stronger, and they looked younger. It was disgusting to see, and I can’t believe they got away with it still to this day.” “And you couldn’t turn them in?” Wren asked, gulping in fear of the twins. Pixie shook her head, “There’s no evidence. I was the only evidence and I failed to do anything.” Pixie paused, hesitating before sharing more, “After Marlene was murdered, I did research on this school and it wasn’t the first time it’s happened, Wren.” A silence took over the girls as Wren felt more chills down her spine, “The twins killing people?” Pixie shook her head, “Witch cult rituals of full-blood humans being sacrificed.” Wren gulped in fear, “How often?” “Every few years, and, can I share one more thing with you Wren?” Wren nodded as Pixie looked straight into her eyes, “I don’t think the Sinister Twins are in their twenties.” “Well, fuck.” Wren said, realizing that these next four years would not go as swimmingly as she once thought. She had a crush on a guy who had a psychopathic witch ex. Now she had to be at the same school as pure evil immortal twin’s who hated full-blood humans and used them for powers, beauty and immortality. “It gets worse though.” “What?” I ask, wondering where Pixie was going. How could it get any worse than all the things she just said? “There’s a full Blood Moon at the end of month and it’s one of the most powerful moons for rituals in the last few decades.” Wren’s eyes couldn’t blink, she felt frozen as she connected the dots. Pixie said what they were thinking aloud, “I think they are grooming you and Olivia for their ritual, Wren.” Well, fuck, school just got a lot more complicated.

If anyone has noticed, I've changed the title from Book of Warlocks & Creatures to Book of Warlocks, Creatures & Diapers as it always felt like there was something missing when I initially made the title and never seemed *right*. After adding in the 'Diapers' at the end, the stars seemed to align just right to put in full what the story is about🌟 This is a 'slow burn' read but diapers and ABDL elements are soon to come and the story will pick up pace in the next few chapters. I definitely welcome comments and constructive criticism as it does encourage me to keep posting and I love hearing people's thoughts about the plot. I look to post a few more chapters by the end of this week🧙‍♀️🧜‍♂️ Chapter 4: Downright Sinister The weekend passed with Wren, Olivia, Pixie and Frederick hanging out around the campus and exploring. The group had noticed Wren had quickly changed moods from the first day as she seemed sad and quiet by the time their first school day rolled around. She barely ate over the weekend and she was pale, despondent. Wren was going through a phase of adjusting, she told herself at least. She had missed home and being around people like herself that didn’t judge her for being a human. She also wish she wasn’t in the same vicinity as an attractive, actor-looking warlock merman who went quickly hot and cold on her, that’d be even another bonus. Ever since Friday when her and Nate talked, she couldn’t help but get more confused on why he showed interest and then when she shared more about herself, he turned quickly off of her and they hadn’t talked since. It was the oddest exchange of her life, to be quite honest. He was showing interest, checking her out with his eyes, and then cold shouldering her in a blink of an eye. She couldn’t help but think…Was it because she was human? Was it her age? Was it that she wasn’t attractive? Or was it just because she was weird? Maybe a mix of all of the above, she thought. Wren tried to focus on the good since arriving though. Her and Olivia had a blossoming friendship from being full-blood humans and that was a treasure in itself. Along with that, she made friends with a fairy and a half-troll half-human which was an incredible friendship that was uniting the quote unquote outcasts of Dragonstone Over the weekend, Wren and Olivia signed up for a herbology club with Frederick since, luckily, it was one of the few clubs that met less than once a month since it took so long to grow things. It was the campus hack that Pixie let them in on that they gladly followed to survive their first semester in a mostly creature and warlock school. On top of that, the school was beautiful from it’s creature students that roamed the halls from vampires, mermen, gollums, 12 foot tall trolls, fairies, warlocks and witches to it’s high cathedral ceilings, hidden rooms, breath-taking cliffs, forests and sea lining the edges of the grounds. Wren was still in awe by it’s beauty the same as she had been when she initially checked out Dragonstone’s website to apply for the international exchange program. She hoped following the 4 year program to apply for citizenship which was a whole other process in itself her parents would inevitably hate her for, but she knew she’d visit the States when she found time between hopefully doing a van life of some sort across the countries of Centaurus and Rune. She still wished she was a witch to be able to do ‘fly life’ as the witches and warlocks call it where they fly around the world with only their brooms, a bag and a magical tent for camping anywhere in Centaurus and Rune. Wren always watched ‘fly life vlogs’ of witches going together for years on expeditions and Wren lived vicariously through those vlogs the past years of her life. From the vlogs, southern Rune was absolutely breathtaking with tropical islands and a different culture that easily made it onto her bucket list to see one day. Not to mention, endangered creatures like pegasuses, griffins, trolls, and a rare type of fairies were said to still inhabit the areas following the Great Migration of 1702 and Wren had always dreamed of seeing a real Pegasus, let alone be able to ride one as a human. There were a few sightings documented in the last few years but the Pegasus population was highly intelligent and stay in hiding. There has always been talks of that warlocks and witches have kept the lands where they graze hidden and protected that the only way to see one is to go on a tour of Rune forests, specifically the dangerous ones where dark blood witches are known to live. It’s somewhere Wren, as a human, would never realistically visit, yet she could always dream. That was always her dream that would never come true but at least the van life would some day that she could count on if she could obtain citizenship here. The one perk of the 4 year exchange program was history of living abroad for 4 years would provide enough ‘ground time’ as deemed by the United Lands programs to obtain a green card in the Lands. The first day of school came quickly as Olivia tried pulling Wren out of bed for breakfast but Wren swatted Olivia’s hand away, “I’m skipping.” She mumbled into her pillow as Olivia rolled her eyes at her friend who skipped a lot of meals in the past few days. Wren was, admittedly, scared of going to the dining hall for two reasons: 1) seeing Nate and feeling pain that shouldn’t normally be felt after knowing a guy for less than a day and 2) the sinister twins. Wren had no desire to see the twins again or accidentally sit in their spots. She would just grab food from the vending machines rather than come across them again, to be quite honest. Wren got up after her second alarm and pulled on her uniform. That was one of the few downsides of Dragonstone School of Warlocks & Creatures: you had to wear uniforms. On top of that, you also had a curfew. Supposedly, the school was safe, yet due to creatures that were students, werewolves and vampires tended to feed most at night and had susceptibility to humans, more so at night, hence the curfews. Curfews were strict and were earlier at night when there were full moons. One of the earliest curfew to not leave dorm rooms was 7PM, specifically on Blood Moon night in a few months. Wren didn’t know until the orientation meeting last Friday that it was a possibility to have a vampire potentially feed on you at night. There was a school creature assault line and counselors for this very reason. From Wren’s research, she learned full-blood humans were most preyed upon. It was a great addition to find out that Olivia and Wren were 2 out of the 17 full-blood humans at school in between three thousand students. Hundreds of those students were half-blood or part-blood humans so that Wren and Olivia weren’t at large in danger and luckily for them, vampire fed also on witches and warlocks from time to time too. Supposedly, they weren’t as good of tasting nor as potent as full-blood humans though. Prior to modern day medicine and engineering, vampires preyed on humans. Now with inventions of synthetic blood, they can now drink blood anytime they want. However, it’s a known thing for vampire’s to overdose and get ‘blood drunk’, which was a lot like getting drunk for humans where vampires feel woozy and overly happy. There are still vampires who get off on drinking humans though, that’s still clear as so many horror stories of vampire rape or murder trials run rampant in the States along with other countries. Although, the opposite has happened and vampires and humans have fallen in love, hence why there are thousands of part vampires in the world. Did you think Twilight was purely fiction? Believe it or not, it was based on a true story. Wren pulled on her stockings and black plaid skirt. She pulled her dark green cape over her, smiling as she looked in the mirror at herself in her first day uniform. She was a bit embarrassed to be wearing a schoolgirl outfit as a college student. She had a choice between pants, long shorts, or a skirt and for some reason she thought it’d be best to get mostly skirts for her wardrobe. Wren didn’t wear skirts often, but since she was starting over a new life, she thought being a bit more girly might be what she wanted to grow into. Given, she had always been more of a ‘tom boy’ her whole life, climbing trees and doing woodwork with her dad as a kid. Every summer growing up she’d go camping with her family and knew a lot of survival basics. Not to mention, she’d volunteer with her parents every other weekend in the summertime doing home renovation or construction for Habitat for Humanity. Her mom gardened and Wren grew up with a green thumb. She had a lot of human skills that served not much purpose anymore in the country she wanted to live the rest of her life. Wren walked down the stairs as she had her satchel full of books and a map in her hand as she half focused on not tripping down the stairs and finding her first hour room. She failed quite quickly as someone stuck their foot out once she made it down the stairs. She tripped, her books and items tumbling out of her bag across the bustling hallway. “Watch where you’re going, filth.” A girl’s voice muttered from above, kicking Wren’s book as Wren looked up and saw the twins backs walking away from the scene. Wren gulped, shaking her head and not understanding why the sisters hated her so much already as she collected her items. She shoved her notebooks and books in her satchel as someone handed her another book. “We should stop meeting like this.” A familiar, husky voice said above Wren as she looked up as she straightened out her skirt, blushing that she noticed most girls wore pants and vests. She definitely didn’t get the memo for what to wear. “Sorry.” Wren said, a bit out of breath as she fixed her hair, brushing it behind her ear as she hugged the book he just handed her and looked up to him. She caught a trace of something in his eyes she didn’t recognize, his face unreadable again. Nate’s eyes melted looking down at her blush, in her adorable little school girl skirt and stockings. Fuck, she’s even hotter in a fucking skirt! He thought, shaking his head and walking past her with a nod of his head. His mind wandered for a moment to the thought of her in a diaper under that skirt. He shook away the imagery almost immediately, afraid that he may not be able to recover if he thought about it any further. As much as he wanted to coddle her or even go as far as teasing her, he resisted with the remaining willpower he had and tried to ignore his internal desires to go back there, pick her up and take her into a room he knew was empty. He wouldn’t, he needed to stay far away. Wren felt a tear fall down her cheek as she looked behind her. She felt, for the second time, his sudden cold-shoulder, left with more confusion from the look he just gave her as if he were checking her out again. Then, his expression changed and he turned cold. It made absolutely no sense the signals he was giving Wren. Wren saw a bathroom nearby and ran into it, passing the large cathedral hand washing station in the center and beautiful chandelier, going into the first stall she could as she put down the toilet seat and cried for a few minutes, hearing the bell ring for first hour. Fuck! She was already late to a class she didn’t know where it was, let alone being bullied by two witches she didn’t know and dealing with a warlock merman she couldn’t help but keep running into who gave her a rollercoaster of emotions. How was she going to survive this year, let alone 4 years by how things were going within her first few days? Chapter 5: Pure Evil Lucky for Wren, her first hour was right near the bathroom she cried in and she was only 3 minutes late, walking in with another lost first year. “Tardiness will be excused for today and today only. Ravenswood and Smith, I presume?” An older woman looked out from under her reading glasses to the two late first year girls slipping through the door. Wren and a girl with long white hair and freckles sat down at the middle left table together, nodding in response to the professor. “Now that everyone’s here, welcome in.” The professor with dark brown, short tight curly hair got up, walking down the row of the class in her dark fuschia pencil skirt and blazer, “I’m Professor Sullivan that will be teaching Orientation to Creature Study. Today we will be going over the first week’s materials and you will have time at the end to get started on your first assignment.” The class growned at first day homework already. By the end of the class, they were allowed to talk or even leave early. The girl next to Wren spoke, “Hi, by the way, I’m Luna Ravenswood. Thanks for coming in late with me today.” Wren smiled friendly to Luna, “Wren Smith, and anytime, just let me know. Also,” Wren pulled out her schedule, “any other classes that we have together today to go late too?” Luna laughed with Wren as they compared schedules and found that they had the same 6th and 7th hour classes later in the day. In a few moments, they failed to get started on their homework and instead, they got to know each other. “So you’re human? Like full-blood?” Luna asked, intrigued to meet a full-blood human from the States for the first time in her whole life. She had only watched American TV shows and dreamed to meet a real human. Wren nodded, “Unfortunately so. How about you?” Luna shrugged, quietly saying, “Full-blood witch, unfortunately.” Wren frowned, “That’s incredible. Why unfortunately?” “I should be asking you the same.” Luna said, looking around the room and feeling like the room was too quiet to tell Wren her true thoughts, “Maybe in a later class or after school we can talk.” She whispered, going to her homework assignment and starting. Wren nodded, understanding it may have not been an appropriate question in the class as she opened her book and got started. Before the end of the class hour, she finished her assignment before anyone else and went up to the Professor, “Can I turn this in early?” She asked, hoping to impress her new professor. She heard behind her, “Overachiever much?” Wren glanced behind her with a blush and then forward as the professor reached out her hand for the homework, eyes looking it over and expecting incorrect answers or sloppy work. To the professor’s surprise, she saw neat handwriting and all correct answers. “Good work, you’re dismissed.” She nodded the new and overachieving student away as Wren smiled, seeing her professor slightly impressed. Luna packed her homework away quickly with Wren, following her newfound friend out the door, “How’d you find those answers so quick?” They walked down the hallways together as the bell went off for end of first hour. Wren gasped for a second as Nate walked out of the door at the end of the hallway in the same direction that Wren and Luna were walking. His eyes quickly going over Wren and meeting her eyes, then looking away as he passed the girls as if he didn’t know them. As they turned the corner into an empty hallway near the bridge connecting to Wren’s second hour, Luna pushed Wren against the wall, “What was THAT?” Wren squinted confused at her newfound friend, “What?” Acting as if she wasn’t blushing from passing Nate in the halls. “You’re all blushing after we just passed Nate Seastone and he totally just checked you out! Please don’t tell me you have a crush on him, right?” She said Nate Seastone and him like it was a bad thing. Wren liked it when Luna said it, even if she was alluding to him being a bad thing. Wren was beginning to think she was a girl who liked ‘bad guys’. Ugh, how more annoying could she get! Wren thought to herself. “Uhm, well, I wouldn’t be as strong to say that…” Wren trailed off, “I don’t want to be late to another class-” Luna cut Wren off, “Wren, you seem like a good person. Nate Seastone is not. Please be careful.” Wren searched Luna’s eyes, “What do you mean?” Luna looked at her gold plated small watch on her wrist, “I’ll tell you later- we have to go if we don’t want to be late and we don’t have the same class to be late too this time Wren!” Wren nodded, jogging down the same bridge and parting ways for their next classes as Wren was left in confusion by the now second person telling Wren to be careful with Nate. It was apparent that he was dangerous, yet why did that make Wren even more flustered and give her butterflies? Ugh! Nothing at this school made sense to her! The day flew by as Wren went to her classes. In her 3rd hour Alchemy class she had a 90% full class of warlocks and witches. Professor Fizby thought she was in the wrong class when she came in. Wren spent her lunch hour in the bathroom eating her vending machine protein bar in peace. She found that she had the same room with Professor Fizby for her 5th hour as well for her Potion Engineering Introduction class. The second time he saw her in 5th hour he said underneath his ginger handlebar mustache and long beard, “Ah, Miss Smith again.” He grumbled in a slight annoyance to see the human girl in another Alchemist path course. She wouldn’t make it far, he knew that. You need magic to practice Alchemy and a human girl could not complete the future tasks at hand. If the school wanted to take her money, they would though. Luna was in Wren’s 6th and 7th hour classes as well and the pair walked into their last class Enchantments 101 together. It was by a stroke of luck they even made it a moment before the bell went off since the class was on the complete other side of the school and up three floors from their 6th hour class. The two girls were flushed as they walked in, finding seats were completely full of warlocks and witches of either full-blood or parts. There were only two seats left on opposite sides of the room and Wren made the mistake of looking up before going to the other open seat Luna wasn’t heading to. Thankfully Wren’s face was already red from running through the hallways because she blushed as she met Nate’s eyes blinking away their annoyance. He looked down to his packet in his hands and leaned on a desk nearby the professor’s desk. Was he a student teacher or assistant this semester? Wren wondered as she sat down at the far-right table that was coincidentally nearest to Nate’s student assistant desk and got out her book as Nate crossed his arms and looked to the Professor who began speaking, although it was near impossible for him to ignore Wren sitting so close to him in the room. He knew he was fucked this semester immediately once he saw Wren walk in the class, that was certain. Maybe he could get a transfer or ask to step down… yet he knew he couldn’t because it was necessary voluntary hours for his WD. “Welcome in everyone to Enchantments 101 course. I’m Professor Ludwig and this is my assistant for the semester Nate.” Nate nodded charmingly to the class, not looking even close to Wren’s direction, “We’ll start with attendance, go over our orientation materials and you know what, fuck it, maybe we’ll let out class early it’s beautiful outside.” The professor said, with a finely trimmed goatee and medium length hair as he walked around and leaned on the desk in the room, looking over his attendance list as the room cheered and laughed. “I heard Professor Ludwig is one of the coolest professors. So happy we have him for last hour!” One of the werewolf students said to the side of Wren to his jock friend he nudged. Wren glanced at Nate who was obviously not looking in her direction. She saw him smile at the professor cursing with a light chuckle. Wren gawked for a moment before looking down to her book, trying to ignore her sudden flustered state being in the same room as him. Wren noticed a lot of the professors were extremely strict, more strict than elementary teachers she had in the States. To say the least, Professor Ludwig was a breath of fresh air. He also didn’t look like most warlock professors and wore more metropolitan clothing with a white dress shirt under a long-sleeve dark grey sweatshirt. Wren’s other professors she had that day wore traditional clothing like pointed hats and cloaks. Given, he was one of the younger professors in his early-forties with a handsome and humorous expression when he spoke that seemed genuine. He went through the list until he got halfway to the end, “Guinevere Smith.” “Here!” Wren said in a small voice, raising her hand and saying quickly, “I go by Wren though.” “Gwen then? Noted.” Professor Ludwig began writing. Wren corrected him quickly, “No, Wren with a ‘W’.” He wasn’t the first professor to almost write down Gwen that day. People thought since she was a Guinevere that the G would carry over for Gwen instead of Wren since the beginning of her name sounded like ‘Gwen-e-veire’. No one really understood her nickname besides her old best friend. “Okay Wren with a W, I have you written down and will try my absolute hardest to not insult you by calling you Gwen.” He smiled charismatically as Wren and the class laughed at his small joke he made. Although it wasn’t the best one, the atmosphere in the room was playful from Professor Ludwig’s naturally humorous and genuine presence. The whole time this conversation between the professor and Wren happened, Nate curiously studied Wren. He personally really liked her real name, Guinevere. It was beautiful to him, like she was. For a fleeting moment, his mind mused about calling her Guinevere if she was being a good, bad or naughty girl. There were too many ways he could say her name in the right tone to elicit what he meant. Fuck. Why did she have to have a more beautiful name he imagined saying only when they were alone together? He thought to himself, looking down to his packet. The class was dismissed as Wren got her items and felt a soft nudge on her arm where the two werewolf classmates sat, “Hi , by the way, I’m Kyle and this is Wolfe. Thought we’d introduce ourselves. We’re second years here, haven’t seen you here, is this your first year?” Kyle’s hazel eyes looked down to Wren’s short frame, knowing that Wolfe would claim her first that he didn’t bother to act like he fancied her too. Wren looked up seeing his counterpart Wolfe who was very handsome. You could tell he was more werewolf from his sharp and jagged nails and large structure. He had warm, melting brown eyes and a handsome human face. Most werewolves looked human, but they had hairy chests, arms, legs and specifically hair framing their face. Wolfe had a chiseled jaw line and nose that was rare in most werewolves. “Hi, urm, I’m Wren. First year.” He smiled with his canine’s showing, “Wren with a W right?” He said, a bit flirtatiously to Wren, “Nice to meet you, Wren.” He voice was husky and sultry smooth as Wren smiled back and went back to putting away her items. The guys left the room as she overheard Professor Ludwig talking to Nate. “Ah, the WD boards, I do not miss studying for those.” Professor Ludwig said, looking out the large ceiling to floor windows outside his 5th floor classroom as Luna walked up to me. “I already don’t miss them.” Nate said, putting away his items and zipping up his backpack, “Is it okay if I go early as well?” “Of course, I’m sure you have better things to do then to hang out with an old professor.” Professor Ludwig patted Nate’s shoulder as they chuckled. Nate began walking out of the classroom at the same time as Luna and Wren. “Wren, can I speak with you?” Wren’s back went stiff as she paused in the hallway near Luna and looked to her friend. Luna nodded to Wren with a slightly cautious look, “We’ll catch up later, Wren.” She got the drift as Nate looked between the two. Wren nodded to Nate and Nate took her wrist, pulling her the opposite way. He took her down the hallway and into an empty classroom with tall ceilings and tables pushed against the walls with chairs up. He closed the doors behind them with a flick of his wrist by magic. Wren felt a few butterflies seeing him easily use magic so casually. He leaned against a desk and looked at her with a conflicted expression over his face. “Is there any way you can switch classes for 7th hour?” He asks in a solemn tone. Wren threw her bag down in annoyance, “Why do you hate me so much that I need to switch classes, Nate?” She threw her hands up, already done with this dance between her and Nate. Nate put his hands over his forehead and then behind his head in frustration with a sigh, “It’s the complete opposite Wren.” He says with a pause, drinking in the view of her like a glass of water that he’s not allowed to drink, “I can’t stop thinking of the things I want to do to you and it’s driving me close to insanity. The more I see you, the more I won’t be able to resist.” He says bluntly, crossing his arms with his eyes trailing from her confused moss green ones to her lips he so desperately wanted to kiss at that moment. Wren’s eyebrows knit together, “Then why don’t you just do those things?” She asks, being as blunt as Nate, blushing that she just said what she was thinking. Nate’s jaw tightened, licking his lips as his eyes flashed at her comment. A thought flicked across his face as he got off the desk, walking over to Wren. His hand went to brush her soft dark hair behind her ear as he inched teasingly closer. Wren’s breathing hitched as she looked up to him and caught his woodsy cologne that entranced her along with his proximity closing the gap between them so very quickly. Nate was obviously experienced and confident as he looked down to her. His eyes traced from her eyes down to her mouth and he leaned down. Wren closed her eyes as she tilted her head up, not expecting to kiss him so soon. Wren gasped as Nate’s soft lips grazed her chin instead of connecting to her lips. He trailed down lower and kissed her neck as she lightly giggled and he chuckled, pulling back and meeting her eyes underneath her naturally long, dark lashes. “Ticklish, hm?” He teases, fingertips pushing her hair behind her ear as her cheeks flush in embarrassment. He smiled, finding her ticklish spot she didn’t even know she had so easily. “No-“ She squealed in another giggle as he smiled knowingly and lunged in with more kisses to her neck. In another moment, he pushed her back onto the edge of a desk, grabbing her hips and lifting her up onto the desk. He pushed her legs apart with his hips as he kept attacking her neck with kisses and Wren got flustered with the tickles, excitement and butterflies in her stomach from Nate giving her such sudden attention and affection like she’d never experienced before. He slowed down as she stopped giggling and began kissing up her neck to her chin. He pulled back slowly, eyes drifting to her eyes and lips, then kissing her on her lips. The one kiss turned into his tongue in hers teasingly. The kiss was a dance between the two, Nate gently kissing her as his hands explored her soft thighs and back. He stopped himself from touching her in any sweet spots but he was close to losing himself as they kissed. Wren felt like she was in heaven as she kissed him back, scared maybe she wasn’t as experienced as him but enjoying the teasing dance between their lips and tongues. She thought too much about it for a second and her tongue came down on his lip, biting him by accident. Nate pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with an unreadable expression, “Did you just bite me?” Wren blushed, embarrassed, “It was by accident, I’m sorry.“ Humor flickered over Nate’s eyes, as his hand cupped her chin gently to tilt her to look into his eyes, “Do it again and you’ll get a spanking, understand?” Wren gasped, feeling hot and bothered as he said that to her. He couldn’t be serious could he? It sounded kinky and a part of her really liked that. She felt small underneath him as she looked into his eyes and it just made her wetter than she already was. Was Nate that kinky? She had no idea but wanted to find out more. Wren would say she was on the ‘weird’ spectrum but hadn’t had much sexual experience to confirm her tastes. She just knew, at this moment, anything Nate would do to her was her tastes. If that was a spanking, she thinks she’d love that. Nate’s eyes held an intimidating look for a moment that Wren hadn’t seen before from him. It was a different side of him that was authoritative and controlling in a way that switched away with a blink as he murmured, “Good girl.” He kissed her once more with their tongues intertwining and then he pulled back, sighing as he stood tall again, his fingers playing with the hem of her plaid skirt as he thoughtfully looked down to it. He kissed her hair and his lips grazed her ear, thoughts racing in his head. “The things I would do to you, Guinevere.” He murmured into her ear with a sultry voice, one saying without words that he wanted to fuck her in the simplest of terms. Wren could feel her pulse quickening and her heart fluttering from the way he said her name. It made her wet, like really wet. The way he was around her made her more hot and bothered than she had ever been. She hated how much he turned her on by just soft kisses and words. She felt like she couldn’t speak, frozen in excitement below him and just wishing he’d do those things he kept thinking but wouldn’t say. She was sure she’d like those things very very much. To Wren’s disappointment, Nate pulled away, arms behind his head as he paced in a circle for a moment. Wren sat on the desk, feeling the rejection that Nate nonverbally showed, “Why can’t you do those things, Nate? I’m so confused, and I don’t get why you keep going hot and cold ever since I met you.” Nate leaned on the desk across the room again, as if he couldn’t control himself if he were closer. He didn’t say anything as he studied her from across the room. Adorable, sexy, witty, weird, beautiful, little tendencies and shy, all the things I crave in a partner… fuck! Nate thought, his brain still conflicted from knowing what he should do versus what could endanger her further. She was basically asking for him to have his cake and eat it too, yet she didn’t know that he wasn’t allowed to have his cake. Although he could eat it, that would never be fair to Wren. He didn’t want to tease the poor girl. “I can’t be with a human, Wren.” Nate said, the words falling out and he wished he could put the words back inside as they left, knowing it would hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but knew he needed to break this off before he got more feelings for Wren. It was close to him being unable to go back, given that was the best kiss he’d ever had. He was tantalized and felt like he was tingling after kissing her. It was unfair the feelings he’d already caught for this girl. Wren frowned, “Why though?” Wren knew humans weren’t liked, but now that she thought of it further, she began to see now why Nate only showed affection in hidden places. He took her to the attic where they were alone and now an empty classroom. Whenever she was in public, he barely would even look at her. It all connected now on why he was hot and cold! Nate shook his head, “I-“ The door opened to the classroom and Professor Ludwig entered, halting as he saw Nate and Wren, “Sorry, I can go-“ “No, we we’re just leaving.” Nate said, grabbing his backpack, “Sorry Professor.” He nodded and left the classroom as Wren didn’t peep a word, quickly shuffling out behind him. Nate grabbed Wren’s wrist and pulled her to the side of the hallway where no one was around, “I am going to say this quickly and as bluntly as I can-“ He looked around as if paranoid and then met Wren’s eyes with lust shadowing his, “I would fuck you in a heartbeat and call you mine if it were outside of this school and circumstances were different.” Mine, what did that mean? Wren wanted to find out first hand. She internally winced, feeling the ‘but’ coming as he paused and she saw his expression look sad, “But,” Ugh, the dreaded but! Wren thought. “I want you to be an Alchemist one day. I want you to live your life and I want you to be happy. You deserve that and that’s why I can’t date you, I can’t talk to you and I can’t be with you. Please understand that and please, for god’s sake Wren, change your 7th hour to spare me the pain of seeing you every day.” Wren searched his eyes in confusion. Nate had a look of confliction across his face as he looked pained to tell her those things. Did he want her or not? What he said made absolutely no sense to Wren! She felt her eyes get watery as she blinked, “I just don’t get why though Nate, none of this makes sense! If you want me and I want you, why are we going to never see each other again?” Wren said in a raspy but hushed voice. Nate looked around with a sigh, “I’ve gotten people hurt, Wren. I don’t want that to happen again, ever. Especially to you. If we don’t get involved, you’ll be okay. I already said too much and please, just listen to me. I’m begging you.” He said, with a serious voice as he looked down to Wren. Wren gulped, “That must be why people told me to stay away from you.” Wren stepped back, swallowing her pain and shoving it down as she adjusted her satchel, knowing deep down that Luna and Pixie were right, “I’ll try to change my 7th hour. I guess this is goodbye, Nate.” She nodded, exchanging one last pained glance to him as she left Nate standing there and watching as she walked away. Wren walked to the school’s secretary office that day and changed her 7th hour. Knowing that she’d have to just take the class next semester. Wren instead got an Intro to Herbology class for 7th hour, sad to know she wouldn’t have Professor Ludwig for a few months nor being able to share her 7th hour with Luna, even if they were on opposite sides of the room. Wren finally showed her face in the dining hall that night, sitting next to Pixie, Frederick, Olivia and Luna came over with a plate, “Can I join you all?” She asked as the group nodded and she inserted herself near Wren. “Are you okay?” Luna asked quietly as Frederick, Olivia and Pixie talked loudly to one another. “Yea, why?” Wren asked, meeting Luna’s dark brown almond shaped eyes studying hers. “Nate took you into that classroom, what happened?” She asked directly, skating over politeness. Wren sighed, trying to ignore the painful feeling bubbling it’s way to her chest, “We-urm, kissed.” Luna shook her head, “Please, stay away from him, Wren.” Wren nodded, “We’re done. I just don’t get why you keep warning me about him, what did he do?” Wren asked lowly, Pixie nearby her catching the serious tone that Wren and Luna had. “He murdered a human girl last year from what I’ve heard, Wren. It was his ex-girlfriend, supposedly.” Wren felt her heart sink in her chest, all feelings for him suddenly leaving. Pixie butted into the conversation quickly, “He didn’t murder her, that was gossip. I knew her, she was my good friend and dorm mate.” The small thread of hope that Nate was a good guy clung to Wren’s heart as Pixie was seemingly stuck up for him. Luna gave a confused look to Pixie, “How do you know it wasn’t him?” Pixie shook her head as she looked around the dining hall as if paranoid, “It wasn’t. He’s a good guy that mixed with pure evil by accident. I can’t say it here, I just can’t and won’t but just know it wasn’t him.” Olivia was across the table from the girls and asked, “What are you girls gossiping about?” Pixie was chewing her salad as she shook her head, “Nothing.” The three went quiet, going back to their food yet Wren was in the brink of going over the edge of insanity that she suddenly lost her appetite. She was crushing on Nate, hard. That moment they had earlier lit her on fire and she would trade having that feeling again for anything. He made her feel alive, more than she had felt the past 19 years of her life and wanted to bottle up that feeling for the rest of her life. She never had sex before, yet she wanted it with him. She wanted him to do the things he kept telling her he wanted to do. Wren saw a side of him earlier that she wanted to see again. In front of others, he was charming and handsome, but yet, behind closed doors he was beyond teasing and controlling in the hot and bothering way that she wanted more of. She wanted him, more than she would admit too at the moment. From the pained look he gave her earlier, it seemed like he wanted her too in the same ways but something was stopping him. Wren would figure out the thing stopping him and destroy it so there was no wall between what Nate and Wren could be together. She would find a way to make them work. This type of relationship wasn’t meant to die, right? Wren knew she couldn’t let it. If she could find out more then she could make it work. Little did Wren know, that curiosity may just try to kill her one day.

Per you request I have decided to post another chapter today! 🙂 Chapter 3: Filthy Human “Guinevere Smith.” Wren up her hand, “Here!” “You’re name isn’t-“ Frederick began to whisper to Wren as she grabbed her dorm and class assignments. She retrieved her paper and looked greedily down to see her schedule for her first semester. “Wren is my nickname, my full name is Guinevere Smith unfortunately.” “You find a lot of things unfortunate that aren’t.” Frederick said, more to himself as he got up when his name was called, the chair screeching as he got up. The other students gawked at his over 8 foot height as he passed by to retrieve his dorm and class assignments. Olivia elbowed Wren, “What room are you? What’s your first class?” “Room 661, how about you?” “Room 602, that should be close right? And yay!! We have the same 4th hour!” Olivia whispered excitedly to Wren who smiled back. Both girls found out they were the lucky 2 out of 4 foreign exchange program students that year and had even more in common every time they talked. They were full-blood humans from the United States and had similar guy interests apparently. That was quite a bit in common as it was in a mostly warlock and creature school. Wren smiled silently, studying her hours as the professor kept handing out dorm and class assignments. 1st hour: Orientation to Creature Study 2nd hour: Professional Writing 3rd hour: Alchemy Biochemistry I 4th hour: History of Centureon 5th hour: Potion Engineering Introduction 6th hour: Spellcasting Ethics 7th hour: Enchantments 101 Wren giddily looked over her classes. Although she could never be a witch, the program she was accepted into was to become an Alchemist and get her on track for an expedited track. Wren wanted to be the first human Alchemist, it was a dream of hers since she knew she wasn’t a witch. “Wow, you’re taking a lot of witch and warlock classes there. Why so adventurous?” Frederick glanced over to Wren’s classes and back to his that was based on a curriculum track to become a Herbologist one day. “I’d like to be an Alchemist, I know it’s farfetched.” She said timidly, a bit ashamed to say her ambitions aloud. “That’s badass, Wren.” Olivia said, looking over Wren’s classes to see if they had anything else in common. They didn’t since Olivia was wanting to major in teaching so she could teach abroad, specifically for Human Studies for Centureon. There were too many misconceptions on humans that Olivia wanted to share with creatures and warlocks to bridge the gap in knowledge between the countries. After a few moments, the students were sent to their dorms and freed for the rest of the night. Wren and Olivia split off from Frederick to their castle dorm. The girls went up a few sets of stairs to the third floor where the connecting bridge want to their dorms. Wren gasped as she look to the open cathedral pillars that looked over to the cliffs and sea surrounding the sides of the campus grounds. “Holy shit.” Olivia whispered as they halted and looked out in awe. They kept moving to up a few more stairs to the 6th floor where there dorms were. They went to the entry of where the dorm rooms should have been but saw no doors. They halted in confusion, examining the school map again as if they took a wrong turn. Pixie appeared behind them, coming out of the painting, “Hey Wren and Olivia!” She said with enthusiasm, “I’m your Resident Advisor this year, how exciting! This way!” She motioned and went back through the painting of an old queen. Wren gave wide eyes to Olivia as she closed her eyes as walked through the painting, feeling tingly for a moment until she got to the other side within a second. She opened her eyes to see a huge house common room with a small library down a small set of stairs to the right and many couches laid across the room. “This is the common area, sometimes there’s game nights or study groups in here. Other times there’s people doing things they shouldn’t be on the couch. If you ever see it, call me and I’ll be over to report them.” She said as the girls giggled at the comment. “I see you both have separate rooms. Since I’m an RA this year, I could maybe swap your rooms, but you both can’t tell anyone, okay?” Pixie winked and took out a marker, writing a new number on both of their papers. “629 is the new room. Again, I did nothing.” She whispered and Wren and Olivia nodded, following Pixie with their luggage to the new room. Pixie opened the door to three queen dorm beds against three separate pillars of the dorm room. The beds had black canopy’s on each and the window looking out was tall with Ivy encircling the glass on the other side. Wren and Olivia’s jaws dropped at the beauty. They dropped their items down and fell back on their beds. “Holy shit.” The second time Olivia said that that day as they both were amazed by their really cool dorm room. “Holy shit.” Wren repeated and kept laying as Pixie laughed at the two. “You’re welcome ladies. Back to work I go!” She chirped and left them as Wren rolled over, looking to Olivia on her stomach. “This is insane.” “I know right!” Olivia exclaimed, “I can’t wait to spend these next two semesters with you, it’s going to be a blast!” The girls unpacked their items and by 5PM they explored the campus, finding the main dining hall again. Wren and Olivia sat down at a middle table at the back of the expanse dining room where it was more quieter. “That’s our seat, filthy humans.” A voice said immediately behind Wren as Wren turned slowly, looking up at the same blue and brown eyed girl who set snakes in her backpack earlier that day. Wren, to be quite honest, had enough that day with these rude girls and people insulting her about being a human. She stood slowly, “What’s wrong with being a human? We don’t look that different. We smell the same. We-“ Suddenly, Wren couldn’t speak as the twin behind her had a wand pointed lowly and was speaking an enchantment almost in an inaudible whisper. Wren clawed at her mouth, unable to open it in horror. “Shut up, human filth and find another seat before it becomes permanent.” Sin Sinister said, snapping her fingers and releasing the girls spell as Wren gasped and blinked back tears, confused why these girls were being so mean. Was this what her parent’s always warned about? Wren had never been in the midst of magic, let alone being in front of people who used it against her in dark ways. This couldn’t be allowed! They were bullying her. “We’ll leave, sorry.” Olivia said, pulling Wren who pulled away and walked the opposite way of Olivia. Olivia didn’t follow, seeing that it looked like Wren wanted to be alone. Wren walked briskly away, eyes tearing up from what just happened with those evil twins she had been warned about. A guy was walking backwards from a classroom near the dining hall as she collided into a solid body that didn’t move as she fell into him. “Sorry.” She mumbled, not looking and trying to keep walking as she felt her hand grabbed gently tugging her aside. “Wren?” A familiar warm and deep voice with a Centaurus accent said, immediately perking her up as she met Nate’s eyes. She regretted looking up instantly as her eyes were blurry and she was about to cry. She was already a weird snake girl to him, now she was digging her grave further as a weird cry baby snake girl. “Sorry, it’s not a good time.” She said, shaking her head and trying to pull away. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking concerned down as she looked like a puddle and lost. It melted his heart a little bit that this human girl he met today was seeming to have a bad experience. To be quite honest, since the moment he met her he had bad thoughts, in not a normal way. She was attractive to Nate and he wanted to do a lot of things to her, things he should never say because it’d scare her away like he’d done with past flings. “I’m not but if I bask in my own self-pity not in front of someone who makes me feel flustered I’d feel better.” She said, gasping that she just said that out loud. Nate blinked, smiling that she was flustered in his presence. He liked doing that to someone like her. Someone he wanted to do bad things to that is. Someone he’d like to diaper and baby. Ugh, the thought of her in a diaper made him wild. He tried to blink away the thought, not imagining it any further as he knew most girls thought that was beyond weird and hard limits for them, yet, this Wren didn’t seem that type. He couldn’t stop thinking of her since earlier when he grabbed her baby blanket in her bag. Sure, it was a blanket from childhood but it gave him an inkling that maybe she’d be open to Nate’s kinks. “Are you okay with skipping dinner?” Nate would try to control himself from going too far with her the first day he met her. He told himself that at least. “I wasn’t going to eat, but-“ She tilted her head, biting her lip as Nate’s eyes grazed her mouth, wondering if he should spend time with her any further considering the thoughts running rampant in his head already. “Yeah, I am.” She said, looking up and wondering what Nate was up to. Nate briskly began walking the opposite way of the dining hall, “Follow me.” Wren trotted behind him, eyes admiring the way his back muscles slightly rippled underneath his shirt as he walked ahead of her. She blinked back the thoughts of liking or having a crush on him, deciding it was in her best interests to not put herself further in danger with the Sinister Twins. Ten minutes and corridors after corridors with a few flights up a spiral staircase later, Nate lead them to his secret area up in the attic of the co-ed castle dorms. There was a large mirror he walked up to that was a hidden doorway. He pulled forward the mirror door and motioned Wren to go inside. Wren hesitated for a moment, a thought flicking across her mind, “This isn’t a place you take people to like... murder them, right?” She looked up with a deadpanned face. Nate’s expression was unreadable for a moment and then a trace of humor gleamed in his sea blue eyes, “If it was, would you still follow me inside?” Wren crossed her arms with a frown, “Good question, I’ll think about it.” She said as she gave a mischevious smile and walked forward through a vintage black velvet curtain that opened into a large attic of old furniture and shelving. “Woah.” Wren said, head looking up at the high cathedral ceilings that one bookshelf in the middle spiraled up to. A warlock had to have created this room, it was immaculate in design, yet it was only an attic of a college. How peculiar! Wren thought, her fingertips grazing a mahogany bookshelf with really old, delipidated books on it as her eyes studied the spines. “Beautiful.” Nate’s eyes trailed Wren’s moss green and hungry eyes for curiosity down to her pink and pouty lips. His eyes grazed over her long, beautiful and dark wavy hair that fell in waves down her back to her small but curvy frame that was easily sculpted in her tight jeans. Did she even know she was a 10? Nate thought to himself, studying her then looking away as her eyes glanced back to him, almost catching him checking her out. “This is. How did you find it?” Wren asked, looking up to him and then going to the other antiques and an old couch almost staged as a little living room to the corner of the large attic. Nate smiled, keeping the inside joke to himself that he just called her beautiful, not the attic. He wouldn’t say it but he'd keep that secret to himself for now. “In my first year I explored the campus, finding this room with a few of my friends. The last four years when curfew hit we would go up here and party all night.” Nate said, nostalgia in his eyes as he looked across the room to the door in the other far corner to outside the balcony. “Did you just say… last 4 years?” Wren asked, looking up and realizing that he may have been older that she initially thought. Wren was guessing he might be a 3rd or 4th year, but not a post-grad! Sinister Sister and age gap, two red flags I shouldn’t like this guy for, right? Wren thought to herself. If he was graduating soon, there was no realistic way they’d work, even if she had a chance with him. Nate took a moment, studying her shifting eyes as she looked down dejectedly to a marble statue of a Griffin near her, fingertips grazing the carved marble. Was that a turnoff to mention his age? He wondered as he looked her over. She was young, a first year, after all. She seemed timid and awkward, yet he felt such a strong pull towards her. It was strange, his admiration of this human girl- or at least he assumed she was human from the way she acted. He’d never seen such a beautiful human girl in his life, to be quite honest, and it intrigued him more than he thought ever possible. Wren looked back up to him as he spoke, “I’m in post-grad here, my 5th year.” He said, eyes studying her reaction as she blinked, realizing he was way too old for her. “I double majored for Warlock Arts and Alchemy last year. Graduating in two years with my WD if I pass my boards.” Wren was intrigued by his ambitions. He was in school for his Warlock Doctorate(WD) and that was an advanced degree for warlocks and witches, notoriously one of the hardest doctorates to get in the United Lands. The boards for the WD was a grueling one that required a lot of practice, magical tests to pass and papers. Ugh, not only was he remarkably attractive but also exceptionally gifted and intelligent! Wren thought to herself. Wren looked back to the Griffin marble statue, her finger touching the cold stone wing as she realized… that meant he was a warlock! She, for some reason, forgot that she was in Centaurus where 90% of people were part or full creature. Why did she forget around Nate the difference between creatures and humans? She, for a moment, mistakenly assumed he was human or maybe part human. “Oh, that’s cool you’re a warlock.” Wren said, crossing her hands awkwardly as she met Nate’s eyes again. Humor played at Nate’s expression as he gave a half-smile and his fingers grazed the stubble on his chin, “It’s fairly cool, I’m part.” Wren blinked, hearing ‘part’ as if it were a bad thing. She heard a lot of witches boasted about being full-bloods and part was thrown around similarly to being called a mutt. Wren read recently in the book Centaurus Slang for Dummies that mutt was an insult for part or half-blood warlocks and creatures. It was similar strength as someone saying ‘bitch’ which was a strong negative connotation. Wren was shy to ask, but asked anyways, “What’s the other part?” Humor pulled at his expression at her shyness, he liked it a lot more than he’d care to admit, “Amphibian.” Wren blinked and stuttered, “Amphib-“ Her moss green eyes were confused, “Amphibian… like mermaid?” “Yes, like mermaid.” He chuckled lightly at her confusion, as if she had never talked to a part merman part warlock before. “That’s somewhat even cooler.” She said, acting like she wasn’t intrigued although she was highly intrigued. She just didn’t want to embarrass herself further knowing she didn’t have even a slight chance to date this part merman part warlock handsome man before her. The age gap and Sinister Twins told the logical part of her brain to run far away, yet the strings in her heart played the song of a human and the warlock merman love story. She trailed her fingers across the items on the spiral shelving around the corner that lead to a spiral staircase going up the shelf and a ladder near the side. Her mind fell back to why Nate initially found her and how she felt so out of place, eyes sadly looking to the trinkets before her. Her tiny fingers brushed the lightwood wand on the shelf, wiping off dust from the wood. “What about you?” Nate strolled behind her, watching her as if she was a movie. He was wondering why he was so intrigued about her. It’s like his mind couldn’t help but explore her, who she was, and why she was here. Not only that, his mind trailed to the things they could do together, how far he could push her and explore her body. He blinked away the last thought, trying to remind himself to calm his natural instincts down as quickly as he could to not scare off another girl. “Part human part awkward girl.” Wren said, smiling as she picked up the wand, fingers circling over the wood. Nate chuckled breathlessly at her by her witty response, “I haven’t heard that before. Must be a new species of creature.” He charmingly said in his light Centaurus accent. Wren giggled, almost more flirtatiously than she wanted, to his response, “Yes, not many of my type out there.” Her eyes met his as he inched closer, fingertips going over hers on the wand, “May I?” Wren nodded, letting go of the wand as he grasped the wand, hand floating the wand expertly and murmuring words she didn’t quite understand, “Ceundo quavelo.” A mist cloud of Gryffins flew out of his wand, dancing in the air around the spiral bookshelf until they encircled Wren. She giggled at the tickle of the tiny cloud Griffins dancing past the crook between her ears and shoulders, almost kissing her neck in a flutter of a feather. Nate’s eyes lit up as he watched her giggle like a little girl, watching her playfully twirl around in the attic with the Griffins still trailing around her as he lowered the wand and they disappeared. Her eyes grew quickly sad with something he couldn’t place when they disappeared. Nate almost wanted to cast the cloud Griffins again to make her happy once more, but he refrained. Wren gulped, looking down to the wand, “May I?” Nate nodded, handing her back the wand but then deciding to instruct her as she gripped it incorrectly, “Like this.” He took her fingers, electricity running between them as his fingers rearranged hers over the wand to hold it like a real witch. “Thanks.” She said without missing a beat as she pointed like Nate did, “Ceundo quavelo.” Nothing happened as she blinked sadly. Nate watched her face flush and her eyes grow sad as he was left impressed by her inclination to quickly perform a bit of magic better than most fellow warlocks and witches he’d seen in his classes, “That was impressive.” He said, leaning against a bookshelf and crossing his arms, “You’ll make a fine witch one day.” He murmured with a crooked smile. He was beyond impressed by how quick-witted she was in memorizing a spell and a wand motion like a real witch, but he wouldn’t tell her that just yet. Wren gulped in twinge of jealousy of not being a real witch as she set the wand back on the shelf, “I hope.” Her air of sadness filling the gap between her and Nate. A moment of silence filled the room as Nate studied her as she looked over a vintage typewriter on the desk, “Why are you here, Wren?” Wren, his voice saying her name in a sultry smooth way she hadn’t heard before. It made Wren’s stomach flip with butterflies as her fingers traced the cool metal keys of the typewriter. “A 4 year international exchange program to become an-“ She closed her eyes, wincing to brace herself for embarrassment to admit this to a handsome warlock merman who stood in front of her, “Alchemist.” Nate smiled warmly, eyes melting at the human girls ambitions that were far harder than she may know yet, “That’s quite ambitious but I meant... why are you really here?” Wren opened one eye as she turned her head to peak and see what his expression read. His eyes weren’t judging, just studying her thoughtfully. She caught his eyes checking her out, his eyes going from her hips to her face as she blushed by the thought. Wren turned, leaning her bottom on the desk with the typewriter on it and masking his same pose with her arms crossed. She paused, taking a moment to think deeper into what he meant, “I…” She trailed off, understanding what he was asking why a human girl traveled 3000 miles to an unfamiliar country and a school that hated her kind, “have always been pulled towards living here my whole life.” She said, her mind thinking how to articulate why she was here and not going to Harvard Law School like she initially told her parents, “I never fit in nor had friends back home. I’m used to that, and embrace it here still, yet, the few hours I’ve been here I’ve been more at home than ever in the States. I don’t belong there, and I’ve always known that.” Nate’s eyes blinked sadly, not understanding how this beautiful human girl who seemed so timid and innocent never had fit in in her culture that she’d feel the need to travel to a completely different continent. Was it her beauty that scared away others? Or maybe her ambitions? Wren continued after a thoughtful pause, “My parents, uncles, aunts, classmates and basically everyone warned me about here my entire life. They said I would never fit in, that I’d never make it, that I’d be endangered. Part of me believed them, especially today when I’ve had a few instances of pure-“ She shook her head, eyes watering, “hatred for my kind that I’d never seen before, yet.. part of me believes that I belong here more than anywhere else. I don’t know what awaits in my life, but this is where I’m supposed to be.” Hatred… Nate wondered who would be mean to Wren, why someone would attempt to hurt her emotionally or, he hoped not, physically. She was beautiful, innocent and although human, he knew that Centaurus was progressive along with Dragonstone paving the way for relations with humans. The only people Nate could consider as downright evil was the Sinister Twins or the witch cults and covens. Nate’s mind thought for a moment, realizing that maybe, just maybe, the cults had targeted another human girl he liked. Not Wren too. He thought, mouth going in a line as he locked eyes with Wren, realizing that what happened in the past may happen again. He wouldn’t let this happen, not over his dead body. Nate knew what he’d have to do this time around, as much as it pained him. Wren stood, confused as she watched Nate’s expression change to a crossed one as he looked down, looking to lose interest in her quickly, “I think we should go.” He said, standing and brushing the dust off his hands, knowing that he couldn’t afford to get attached to another human girl. It was far too dangerous for the girl and him. Wren’s face fell, feeling embarrassed that maybe something she said turned him off as he turned cold quickly. He showed her the way out, regretting that he even shared his secret spot in the castle to her. He only showed two people it outside of his old friends before they graduated and left. “I’m sorry.” Wren said as they went down the spiral staircase and the hallways split. Her eyes were tearing up from the awful day she had as she turned down the opposite hallway as Nate and walked briskly away from him in embarrassment. Was it the ‘I’m a human and I think I belong here’? Or the ‘this is place has hatred and I want to change it’ part? She thought with a shake of her head as she began jogging down the hallway to hide herself in a corner and cry. She found a dark, abandoned looking hallway with a nice desolate looking corner that she quickly made home and ugly cried in for a few minutes. Nate stood at the hallway that Wren ran the opposite direction of, his light blue eyes shifting to the hallway she ran to in betrayal of his own emotions. If he didn’t want to protect her, he’d have been selfish again and chased after her to comfort her. He would coo her, love her unconditionally and make her his own over time. He’d have asked her on a date, took her on a flight and explored her body in way he was sure she hadn’t ever had anyone do before. He’d give her special attention and love that only someone like him could provide. Yet, in that moment, he was torn and knew that he couldn’t do any of that. He wouldn’t allow himself that selfishness to ruin her life in such ways. She was human and the schools grounds had a dark past of full-blood humans. He knew that past first hand and wouldn’t let himself get involved again. He learned his lesson last time and that cost him a life. One he’d forever remember even to this day.

Chapter 2: Weird Snake Girl The train approached the campus, arriving in a billow of steam. Wren and her new group of friends left the train, walking through a cobblestone and moss decorated path that lead up through the gates of the college campus grounds to the large stone staircase. As they approached, the main castle towered above them that was attached to the dorm castles by bridges where classes were held. Wren’s mouth gaped open as she stared up to the tallest point of the castle, halting for a moment as her neck almost hurt looking up. “Excuse you.” A girl sneered as she bumped into Wren from behind. The sneer cut the air with such an blade of hatred Wren had never witnessed before that made her crane her head back down to see where it came from. She turned to see twin pale sisters staring back at her, annoyance clearly plastered on their faces. One sister had straight white blonde hair with dark brown, almost black eyes and the other sister had one blue eye and one hazel eye with straight half black and half white hair. “Sorry.” She mumbled, still in awe of the beautiful premises they were on as. “Human, hm?” The girl was still sneering as she pushed forward, strongly nudging Wren and whispering something under her breath as her sister with white blonde hair followed. “Consider yourself spared.” Her twin said as Wren’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She watched the twins walk up and through the doors of the castle. So those were the Sinister Twins Pixie warned about! Wren thought to herself, feeling slightly relieved that she got away from the conversation relatively unscathed. Maybe she thought that too soon as felt something in her backpack begin to move. “Wren... don’t panic but there’s a snake coming out of your backpack.” Olivia whispered near Wren with wide eyes at the girls backpack as she began moving away from Wren slowly. Pixie and Frederick also taking steps away from Wren. “Did you just say…” Wren began and immediately writhed off her backpack, dropping it on the ground and walking a few feet away in a squeal, “Snake?!” She looked down and saw a few small dark green snakes pop out of the backpack and hiss, one circling inside her backpack. Wren felt the hairs of her arms stick up in the sight of serpents around her items in her bag. “Gross!” Pixie squealed near Wren as Frederick nearby them grunted and kneeled down, picking up the backpack and shaking the snakes out along with Wren's other items. Wren’s toiletries inside spilled out along with her laptop that broke upon hitting the cobblestone ground. Wren blinked at the sudden death of her laptop. Fuck. Wren thought, knowing Frederick didn’t mean any harm as his mouth gaped in an apologetic way to Wren. “I’m sorry Wren!” Frederick said, his face scrunching hearing the metal shatter of what once was Wren’s laptop. “It’s fine! I can repair it I’m sure.” Wren said cautiously optimistic as she grabbed her backpack and tried to retrieve her toothbrush and toothpaste that fell and rolled farther away from the scene of the snakes. People around the friends were squealing and screaming from the snakes weaving in between them. Wren quickly focused on finding the items that scattered before anyone stepped on them. Olivia, Pixie and Frederick helped Wren on the ground as Wren went to reach for her deodorant. She blushed when she saw her childhood baby blanket stretched on the ground nearby. Wren brought it in case she needed a reminder of home, it was her safety net. Wren tried to grab it first but the snake was still near it. She approached cautiously and was hoping no one saw it but yet here it was, displayed in front of everyone. As she reached for the blanket, a shadow crept nearby and kneeled, reaching out and grabbing it before Wren could. The person handed it to Wren as she hadn’t even had a chance to look up and see who it was as she was still shoving things into her backpack as she stood up. “Thanks.” She mumbled, blushing a bit that she just had a white baby blanket in the middle of the entry of the school on the ground. Wren looked up and became mortified to see the same set of sea blue eyes from earlier looking down at her, “You’re welcome. Those snakes are harmless, hopefully that didn’t scare you too much.” He said almost apologetically for something that wasn’t even his fault, eyes glancing down to Wren’s naturally pouty lips then back to her moss green eyes as they studied hers. He didn’t smile as he looked at Wren, yet she felt a warmth in her chest that traveled down her body as he looked at her. Small butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she looked up at him. Wren nodded, unable to say anything of substance as she was flushed with embarrassment of him seeing her baby blanket and how tall he was that she had to crane her neck up to look into his eyes when they stood close to each other. Wren thought that he had to be over 6’3 by their height difference and she felt like a child at her tiny height of 5’2 standing below him. “I don’t think I saw you last year, are you new here?” He broke the silence as Wren made it awkward just looking at him and not saying words. Wren swallowed, obviously nervous near him, “No- I mean,” She winced at her dumb response. Why was I so flustered I couldn’t say a word! Ugh! Wren thought, “Yes, I’m new." She blinked, trying to save herself and grasping for straws to not come off so awkward, "Sorry, the snakes were weird. I’m weird too so I guess me and snakes aren’t much different.” Wren shook her head at herself and looked down, wanting to punch herself in the face for making the conversation even more awkward. Making things awkward was her specialty apparently around Nate. She sneaked another look up to him underneath her eyelashes and saw him chuckling quietly as he gave a smile with teeth to her. Why was he more handsome smiling? Ugh! Wren blushed at the thought. “You’re cute.” He murmured, almost to himself, going quiet and his smile leaving quickly, an unreadable expression on his face, “What’s your name, weird snake girl?” Did he just say I’m cute? Was that an insult or a good thing? Wren thought to herself. It took a second or two until she realized he asked another question, “Wren.” She blushed from her flustered state and realized she needed to act like a normal person who could hold a conversation if she wanted to have the chance to talk with this man again, “And yours?” She acted as if she didn’t already know his name. “Nathan, but you can call me Nate.” His eyes traced her lips up to her eyes again in a pause. A corner of his mouth looked to rise as he began to walk away, “Sorry, I have somewhere to be, but I hope you get all of your things, weird snake girl.” Wren blushed with a smile at the weird snake girl comment, biting her lip with a nod to him, “It was nice meeting you, urm, Nate!” “See you around, Wren.” He murmured with a breathtakingly handsome smile before going up the stairs with his suitcase and backpack, muscles rippling on his backside as Wren watched hm glide up the steps. “Did you just talk to him again?” Olivia’s jaw was dropped as she helped shove the broken pieces of Wren’s laptop into her backpack. “I think I did but I don’t remember what happened. Everything blacked out.” Olivia and Wren laughed as they both looked wide-eyed to each other. “I have a meeting I have to go too, sorry guys but I’ll meet with you three later!” Pixie said, also going in the same direction of Nate. Nate. Wren’s heart fluttered a little bit and she got butterflies in her tummy again. She said two words to this guy, why was she getting so flustered, ugh! A half an hour later, they settled in the main dining area for the First Year orientation meeting that was required before the first years were allowed to go to their dorms. Headmaster Grizzledwarf spoke, “As first year’s it is required to join an extracurricular activity, whether that be one of our school’s sports, clubs or voluntary activities,” He paused looking under his glasses from his head table as people groaned and then went back to his list of things to speak about, “you will see in your orientation packets and tomorrow there will be the clubs recruiting tables out in the courtyards during lunch.” “Since we host humans, creatures, warlocks and witches, we have many rules to follow here and any crossed will lead to expulsion. Our school grounds do not tolerate illegal drug usage or distribution, weapon possession such as guns or knives, use of magic outside of classes-“ Wren blinked down, confused with the Sinister Twins make her backpack full of snakes if that was the case. She drowned out the other rules as her brain went to other places thinking of the snakes and that a simple bump lead to such a consequence. What would happen if Wren did something else? Pixie warned Wren earlier to not speak to Nate for that reason. She already met the infamous Sinister Twins today, did Pixie mean they’d do worse than that if she had involved herself with Nate Seastone? Not like she had a slight chance with him anyways, yet her mind wanted to wander to that possibility. All Wren knew is she didn’t want find out what would happen if she crossed that line and ever dated Nate Seastone. She decided in that moment she wouldn’t… but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hold a slight crush on him, right?