Lionsheart

I hope everyone had a delightful Christmas and a happy holiday! I enjoyed reading everyone's comments from coming back and I have two new chapters for you all. As always, enjoy ☺️ Chapter 12 Hayden woke up, feeling extra happy as she stretched. She smiled… why was she smiling so much? Hayden wondered, thinking about her dream. She remembered the light grey eyes who met hers in the dream. The ones that were… studying and careful. They were trained on her, like a hunters. They were Saul’s, no doubt, and he was a hunter afterall… but why was she smiling so much when she awoke? She didn’t even know the guy but she was acting like she had a crush on him and she had only known him for less than one day, not even! She looked at her teddy bear’s eyes in confusion… She could still dream about him at least, right? He was beyond intimidating and if she ever saw him again she’d definitely need a diaper to prevent her from peeing herself from panic alone… that was for sure. “Look who’s up so early!” Grandmother Whitney said as Hayden turned over, getting on her knees in her light pink onesie. The Grandmother let down the rails, scooping the little one up as she held her on her hip to the downstairs. For the first time in three weeks, Hayden got a real breakfast! Hayden ate her scrambled eggs and bacon in harmony as she saw Grandmother Anne Marie bring the oatmeal over to Violet. Violet still had mittens on as she blinked, emotionlessly. Her face was flushed red and the girl smelled liked urine, even from across the room where Hayden was. Even Hayden could tell she needed a change. Violet whispered, “Please can I have something else?” Her voice was hoarse from crying. Hayden felt bad, really bad. She was getting all of these ‘rewards’ yet Violet was suffering and that was not okay to little Hayden. “We can switch meals!” Hayden said as everyone went quiet and Grandmother Anne Marie set down the bowl, unblinkingly. She ignored Hayden, taking a spoonful of oatmeal as Violet smooshed her lips together, not wanting one bite. “Grandma Anne Marie! Pwease!” Hayden said, seeing that Violet was blatantly uncomfortable. Hayden didn’t want it either, but she was going to make a stinky anyhow in a diaper so what did it even matter anymore? Grandmother Anne Marie set down the spoon, as she wiped her finger off on her apron, silently fuming. Ned and Elsie chatted quietly about what they were going to color today, but they stopped, noticing the room becoming tense. “Hayden. Eat your breakfast before both of you are eating oatmeal.” The Grandmother said in a steady tone, attempting to not lose her temper. “B-But she’s not supposed to have that! I am!” Hayden said, knowing full-well she wasn’t making sense but she wanted the focus to be on her, not Violet. Grandmother Anne Marie was being really mean to Violet, and that wasn’t fair. Hayden was there once and wished someone would speak up for her…yet all the littles were scared of the Grandmothers. Grandmother Anne Marie knew what game Hayden was trying to play and wasn’t having any of it. “I’m a second away from giving you a spanking, you understand me? Hm?” Grandmother Anne Marie said. Hayden frowned, going back to her food as she heard Violet speak, “You know you can’t train me and you can’t fix me. I’ll always be part of the Rebels, no matter how much you enforce this torture.” She said, taking the spoon from Grandmother Anne Marie and eating all of the oatmeal quickly. The Grandmother looked to be about to pounce, she quietly tapped her fingers and then got up, unlocking Hayden from her highchair and replacing her with Violet. She took Violets mittens, latching them to the sides of the chair and placing her in the corner. “We’ll just have you sit in your own poopy mess then, won’t we? Hm?” She said, sitting back down as she went back to her breakfast. The tension was uncomfortable as Hayden sat there, eating quickly. She didn’t want to be part of any of this. She wanted to let Violet go, yet she’d be in the same place if that were the case. Hayden went into the craft room, playing with her Play-Doh, trying to not hear Violet crying. It made Hayden cringe. She just wanted to do something to help the poor girl, but there was nothing she could do. “Whatcha makin'?” Grandmother Whitney said, kneeling near Hayden. “A tent.” Hayden said, making a pyramid shaped structure. “Who lives in the tent?” “Me.” Hayden said, frowning. “What’s wrong? Does someone need a change?” Whitney’s fingers felt the girls diaper. Hayden whispered, “Do you think Violet will be okay?” Grandmother Whitney’s brown eyes smoldered and her warm face smiled, “She’ll be fine, it’s only her second day and her second time here so it takes adjusting. She’s a very bad little and requires more special treatment than others.” She nodded kindly. Hayden blinked, did she just saysecondtime? What did that mean? And the girl mentioned ‘rebels’ earlier… did that mean some type of rebellion? Maybe of littles? Could it be possible? How real was this ‘little’ rebellion? And…most importantly… how could Hayden join? Chapter 13 Saul stood in the grocery store, gathering food for the week, although he knew he wouldn’t eat half of it from his busy schedule and probably wouldn’t even be home long enough to cook a few meals. He stared at the noodles, his hand brushing his beard as he smiled at the mac and cheese, thinking of the idea of feeding a little. Her face, Hayden’s cute one, popped up in his head as a smile grew on the man’s face. He was broken out of his thoughts as he quickly moved his cart, seeing a woman and her little walking down the aisle. Saul frowned, it striking him that he was thinking of her once more. To think, in a few weeks or longer she’d be adopted soon… he shook it off. If he were still thinking about her… then why wouldn’t he just adopt her himself? Saul shook his head, he couldn’t. Even if he wanted too. He was a hunter and his job was becoming more complicated as he was now working overtime catching littles from the Mundane Realm AND also the Rebels in his own realm. Sure, the money had been rewarding, yet he still felt empty without a little to go home too… and Saul didn’t want just any little. He wanted only one. One that had maced him in his face. How could he forget? Saul came to the checkout counter, sliding his mac and cheese boxes on the counter's moving belt. The woman at the register’s eyes took a moment, checking the handsome man out as she suddenly became flustered. He caught her staring and nodded his head to her. “H-hi-ello,” She stuttered, meeting his light grey eyes, “did you find everything you were looking for?” Sandy, from Acorn Groceries, was caught off guard by seeing such a sultry… handsome man by himself at a grocery store. He looked like he was an actor! A well-built man with longer salt and pepper hair and beard with light grey eyes. Oooof, he’d make a happy wife! She thought to herself as she quickly tried to gather herself to seem semi-normal with the specimen of a man in front of her. Saul nodded, “Yep, everything.” He studied her for a moment, seeing her flushed red cheeks underneath her black bangs and hair that covered most of her face. An image flashed in his head of Hayden’s once flushed cheeks. Oh, how he’d like to make her cheeks flush red like that again… He blinked, realizing he was still thinking about her. What was wrong with him? It was as if he had a crush… no, that shouldn’t even be a thought in the universe. Elders and littles were forbidden to have any type of relationship other than caretaker and little, that was the rules of the Realm. Sure, some caretakers slipped through that law… but it was still against the law! Saul didn’t see her that way anyhow… His face was stone serious, grim as he placed his card in the reader. Sandy stared at him, wondering if she accidentally ticked the guy off? A moment ago he was looking at her, the next, he seemed to be fuming as he was paying for his groceries! Was it her? He had a very pensive look about him after all. “It says declined.” She said, breathlessly to him. Saul made a face, confused, “Maybe it was a card error?” He asked, trying to troubleshoot. She tapped on the keyboard, still flushed and biting her lip, “We can try again?” “Thanks.” He said, reinserting his card into the reader. “Same message.” She said, as the card reader beeped at him. Maybe he was a struggling actor, Sandy thought as she bit her lip once more. He shook his head, knowing full-well he had a few thousand Euruthens on his card. He opened his wallet, handing her Mundane dollars. “We don’t accept those here.” She tapped the sign next to her that said NO OTHER CURRENCY ACCEPTED BESIDES EURUTHEN COINS OR CARD. “Here, we can try my other card.” He said, a bit chagrin he had to use a credit card for groceries. He wondered what happened to his debit? He chalked it up to that maybe the store had a faulty reader. His credit card finally went through and he walked out, placing his groceries in his truck. Saul began backing out, feeling a sheet of ice underneath his tires. He looked at his phone as it began vibrating. First Elden Bank displayed on the screen. Huh? He wondered what that was about. He picked it up with one hand, “Hello?” “Hi, this is Arrieta from First Elden calling in regards to a recent flag on your account.” After a few minutes, Saul found out that his Social Security had been stolen… but how? He drove home, shaking his head knowing he’d have a night of speaking with his identity theft team. Later that night, after countless hours on the phone, he got a call from Wardon. He picked up, not expecting the call. “Hey buddy, sorry to bother you but… by any chance, was your identity stolen recently?” Such a charged and specific question… Saul thought to himself. Saul said slowly, thinking aloud, “… does this have anything to do with the Rebels?” Wardon sighed, “Yep, they somehow compromised all of the Hunters' identities over the night.” “That’s just what I wanted to hear. Thank you.” He hung up his phone, tossing it on the table as he placed his hands on the counter, fuming. He’d have captured a few little Rebels and he thought he captured the leader, Violet Stormblood… but apparently, he hadn’t because they were still very much interfering with the hunters lives, this time, taking it to a new level. If they wanted to take this war up a notch, then so would Saul. Whoever these Rebels were, he’d make sure they would all get a good dose of what they placed on the hunters… that was certain.

OMG... thank you so much for having my back Hopsalot!! I totally did not notice that and it was like going through a needle in a haystack to find the ‘Rayne’s’??‍♀️ Oh jeez I appreciate the help!

This story was done exceptionally well. The dynamic between Anna and her mommy was lovely and, although her mommy was mean, it was still intriguing to hear a little's point of view that hated being babied so much. Also... I'm beginning to think that the gift of panties was just a cruel joke the mommy was playing... I don't know, maybe it's just my conspiracy theory?‍♀️?

This is my last chapter until after Christmas... so to all, a very Merry Christmas from this cub, hehe.??? Chapter 11 3 weeks later. Hayden drank her apple juice as she was sprawled out on the floor with the other littles, coloring. She had just gotten changed from her morning stinky and was happy to be coloring. Hayden loved coloring. The smells of the crayons as her hand went through the crayon box. The names of the colors. The way she could choose whatever color she wanted in any area of her liking and no one could tell her differently. She colored a princess as she laid there, imaging a story in her head. Hayden imagined a lot of stories in her head within the past few weeks; it was the only thing that kept her sane afterall. She imagined a beautiful princess warrior as she colored the princess’s dress dark purple and outlined it with black. The princess didn’t need a prince, yet she wanted one. This princess was a badass and would smite anyone who tried to overthrow her. The warrior princess would fight the men who tried to take her and hide her from the world. In this world, the warrior princess would escape them and retake what was rightfully hers, saving the world one foot at a time. Hayden did imagine a lot of little world’s in her head like that. Ones of strong independent females fighting for their rights. The little feminist in her was still there, although her exterior was cute. Ned peaked over her shoulder, “What’s her story?” He asked, his eyes drifting to her diapered bottom and then back to her coloring. Hayden had grown to have a friendship with Ned. His friend, Thomas, had been adopted and Phoebe left the first week Hayden was there. She was happy Phoebe was gone, the girl was a tattle-tale and Hayden didn’t like tattle-tales very much. They were expecting a new little very soon, one that she heard the Grandmothers speaking about. All Hayden knew was it was another girl, which she was curious to see how they would like this place. “She’s a wawwier pwincess.” Hayden said, cocking her head as she colored the princesses wings a light purple. “Wow, pretty!” He said, still acting like a kid, although he didn’t want to act that way around Hayden. He wanted to act older, much older. Ned’s crush on Hayden had grown into a like in which he was certain that he liked Hayden. He hated the thought of ‘cheating’ on his wife like this, but he probably wouldn’t see her again. They didn’t have the ‘best’ relationship before he left anyhow. They were high school sweethearts and were only together because they had a child their senior year. Ned never foresaw being taken to be made to act like the same age his child was. It was sickening, deep down to Ned, yet he didn’t and couldn’t act out again. He wanted to leave the Grandmother’s and had lengthened his stay at the Lodge from a few bouts of anger already. He never thought he’d ever have so much pain in his bottom from these Grandmothers, yet he was proven to be sorely mistaken, time and time again, specifically on his rump. Hayden said, “Thanks!” She met his eyes with a quick wink, knowing the Grandmothers couldn’t see her from that angle. Did she like Ned? Not necessarily. He was nice, sure, but they were good friends because they were in the same situation. She liked his company and how they had little games they played together. He had a certain quiet of sarcasm with their situation that she only picked up on after spending some time with him when they were alone, without a Grandmother around, which was a rare occasion for Hayden. Hayden tinkled as she laid on her back, stretching. Grandmother Eleanor grabbed Hayden by her armpits after she was done stretching, “Who’s been such a good girl lately?” She kissed her hair as she sat down on the couch, bouncing the baby in her lap. Hayden giggled, bouncing, “Do I gwet a coowkie?” She smiled behind her paci. Grandmother Eleanor laughed, “This early!” She exclaimed as Hayden frowned, “No, maybe later if you ask Grandmother Anne Marie, you little stinker.” She pinched Hayden’s cheeks, which was Hayden’s pet peeve. The green eyed girl learned quickly to not show grumpiness though, so she acted normal. The door opened as a cold breeze came in, “Well, we’ll see how she does with the new addition.” Grandmother Anne Marie spoke to Grandmother Whitney, holding a little’s hand as they walked in. Hayden looked over Grandma Eleanors shoulder curiously. The little’s dark brown eyes met Hayden’s with an annoyed look. Her gaze held on Hayden for a moment longer. Hayden was curious as to why she was staring like she was irritated. Was it Hayden staring at her? Hayden didn’t know, but she looked away. Grandmother Anne Marie said, “Everyone! Come meet our new addition!” Grandmother Eleanor picked Hayden up and held her on her hip as they walked over. “This is Ned, Elsie, Korben and Hayden.” Grandmother Anne Marie introduced everyone, “And littles: this is Violet.” The little’s eyes were puffy and her hair was black and short, near her ears. She had a rough look to her and was clad with a pull-up and a nightie shirt with ponies on it. That must have been how I looked like,Hayden thought. Violet didn’t speak. She wasn’t new to this, not one bit. She was once a little rebel… yet now she was back to a place she thought she’d never return to. The stupid fucking crystal chandelier that hung in the entrance brought back bad memories of when she tried escaping the Lodge one night, only to be thrown onto her back, magically paralyzed by Grandmother Anne Marie’s enchantment on the door. Only elders could open the door. Rule 90 in that stupid fucking rulebook that she had to memorize. Fuck this place. Fuck these Grandmothers,Violet thought as she met these new littles. She knew that these littles were like every other little, waiting for an escape, waiting to leave. There was few and far between littles who liked being here or permanently living the life as a little. Every little acted like their assigned age to survive this shit fest it was of being a little. It was only time until a little broke, and some had that more than others. Violet was definitely one of them. Grandmother Anne Marie took a long look at Violet as she met Hayden’s eyes. Oh, this was a formula for trouble…Grandma Anne Marie thought to herself. Usually, the Lodge housed only one brat at a time…but two? She’d done it before but bratty toddlers and babies united so very quickly that it could cause chaos in a house. Ned was on the border, but he was good. A bad toddler could really ruin even the best of littles, that Grandmother Anne Marie knew. She brushed off the thought, hoping that Violet wouldn’t act out or try to turn her littles into troublemakers once more. That night Hayden found herself eating mac and cheese, her favorite! She moved the noodles around, eating them slowly and savoring the delicious cheese sauce. It was rare to have mac and cheese for dinner but it was so wonderful and a delight to Hayden. She looked up, feeling someone stare at her. Hayden met Violet’s eyes, watching her with a cold expression again as she had a baby spork in her hand, stabbing at her noodles. Hayden licked the cheese off of the corner of her mouth, still holding Violet’s gaze. After a few moments of the quiet stare down, she cracked a wide smile at Violet in an attempt to be ‘friendly’, a characteristic Hayden didn't possess in the past with other littles and was still bad at. The Grandmothers were looking between them curiously as she spoke about a new healthier recipe for soup. Grandmother Anne Marie saw Hayden smiling, looking adorablewith her cheese splattered light purple bib and diaper bulging between her legs as her feet dangled from the high chair. She had a humorous smile on, one that looked a dash of crazy because she had cheese sauce all over her, but at the very least, she was being friendly. Violet’s cold expression changed, with a shake of her head and a giggle at Hayden. Grandmother Anne Marie’s mouth went in a line, noticing immediately a sudden comradery between the girls. How could it be so soon? She thought. It was almost as if they had a connection through expressions alone... impossible! Hayden went back to her food, knowing she gained a new friend by just a smile. Hayden was always apprehensive about meeting new littles as she didn’t really get along with much people unless forced to, yet here she was, already getting along with a new one. She liked this Violet and Violet seemed to like her. Hayden thought deeply… is this how kids in the Mundane Realm decided who they were friends with? By just a look and they knew? That night, Hayden was waddling upstairs, going to the large toy room near the other little’s rooms. She paused, hearing louds swat noises that she knew all too well coming from the toy room. She heard Violet wailing, “Help! HEEEEELP. This isn’t humane!” She screamed at the top of her lungs at Hayden stepped back, the noise making her scared. She fell into Elsie who was right behind her. Hayden yelped and Elsie put her hand up in a ‘shhhh’ gesture. Hayden didn’t really speak to Elsie much… for the fact that Elsie was quiet and hardly ever spoke. She was a pretty girl with blonde straight hair and blue eyes. Supposedly she wore ‘training undies’ which were a step above pull-ups. Hayden didn’t know the difference but she knew that Elsie had to use the training pottie a lot. “YOU BITCH, YOU’RE GOING TO HELL!” Violet screamed louder through her wails. The sound of thumps were in the room and Hayden and Elsie looked at each other with wide eyes, wondering what was happened in the other room. Then, they heard grunting from Violet, muffled noises that sounded behind a pacifier. Hayden once more, knew the noise too well. The sounds of swats continued and it sounded like it was going on much much longer than Hayden’s spankings ever continued. She shifted, feeling the ghost of the singeing pain from a spanking like that. It was not for the weak, that was for sure. Violet was crying, whimpering even as she fell more silent, the swoosh sound and swats from the wooden paddle still in the room. “There, there. Now I thinks it’s beddy-bye time, don’t you?” Grandmother Anne Marie said after minutes of spanking. There was no response from Violet as Elsie grabbed Hayden’s hand, motioning for them to walk away. Hayden skipped into a slightly fast paced waddle with Elsie, scared that the Grandmother would spank them too for listening. “Where do you think you two are going?” Grandmother Anne Marie said firmly behind them. They turned slowly, looking at each other in panic from being caught. Hayden mumbled under her pacifier, “We wanted to pway with toys bwut…” She trailed off, hiding into Elsie who was slightly taller than Hayden. Grandmother Anne Marie had Violet in her arms who had a pacifier tied to her head and mittens on. Hayden looked at her for a moment, feeling bad for the red faced girl who blinked at Hayden in desperation. “Fine, you two have thirty minutes then it’s bedtime.” Grandmother Anne Marie turned around, going into Violet’s room and closing the door. Hayden shuttered, wondering what else Violet would receive tonight. Hayden knew that cursing during a punishment meant that there would be more soon after, that was sure. She felt the need to help Violet, but there was no way to help her with Grandmother Anne Marie. They went into the playroom, Hayden going to the dolls and sitting down, shifting on her wet diaper. Elsie looked out to the hallway before speaking, “That was scary.” Hayden nodded, taking out her pacifier for a moment, “Yeah, I feel bad.” “She probably did something bad.” Elsie said. “Or maybe Grandma wanted to one up her.” Hayden said, matter-of-factly. Elsie nodded, eyes serious. From being at the Lodge for some time, they all knew Grandmother Anne Marie liked poking the littles until they broke, only to reassert her dominance over the Lodge. That’s how things panned out usually. Hayden wet in her diaper until she couldn’t wet anymore. She always wet before night because that’s when she’d get her nighttime diaper and she learned quickly that she didn’t like sleeping in a wet diaper. “Elsie, go to your room and Grandma Eleanor will tuck you in.” Grandmother Anne Marie came in the room, picking Hayden up. Hayden placed her head on the Grandmothers shoulder, sucking on her pacifier. “You’ve been a good girl lately, Hayden.” She said, turning on the light and placing Hayden on the soft changing table. Hayden’s eyes bounced, happily that Grandmother Anne Marie seemed to be favoring her for once. Grandmother Anne Marie seemed to always give Phoebe the easiest time but now that somehow switched to Hayden receiving better things. Hayden didn’t complain; it just meant more treats. She wiped the girl, deciding to give Hayden a treat with swirls around her button until she was fully sticky. Hayden’s toes curled underneath her socks as she squirmed and released herself, feeling relieved and new. “Oh my someones still sticky! Looks like my work here still isn’t done!” The Grandmother said. She retaped the dirty diaper with wipes on her button, kneading into her until she orgasmed. “Mmmph.” Hayden smiled, feeling like everything aligned once more. The older woman kept kneading until she orgasmed a few more times, completely spent on the last time and ready to sleep. Grandmother Anne Marie wiped her stickiness away, rubbing in diaper cream and patting on powder before bringing the thick nighttime diaper over her and taping it snugly. She place Hayden in a footed light pink onesie and tucked her into her crib, placing her teddy bear into her arms. The Grandmother gave her warm milk as she gingerly sipped it. “How about a nighttime story, sweetie?” Hayden nodded as she drank her milk underneath her blankie. “Once, there was an elven princess, one who ruled the Four Seasons.” The Grandmother began as Hayden set down her empty bottle, moving onto her side as Grandmother Anne Marie petted her hair, “She had magical powers, like Grandma.” She brushed the girls hair behind her ear as she saw her baby’s eyes trying to stay awake, “She could fly and control the seasons. And one day, she was so mad she made the whole Elven Realm hot, as hot as summers in the desert in the Mundane Realm!” She exaggerated, being theatrical for the sleepy baby. Hayden rubbed her eyes, “Why would she be mad?” Grandmother Anne Marie shrugged, “She couldn’t control her temper well which led her to change the seasons… making it wet. She was so sad that it rained for 189 days straight! Such a depressed girl.” She frowned, shaking her head, “Then, she met a man who she fell in love with, and during that time the weather was like fall, crisp and not too cold. Soon after, the man broke her heart and the whole Realm turned icey, snow falling almost every day. Ever since,” Her fingertips wiggled in the air, “the Realm has been icey, like snow.” Hayden’s eyes were closed as she said in a sleepy state, “What happened to her then?” Grandmother Anne Marie shrugged, “It’s just an old folks tale, little baby.” She touched Hayden’s nose. Hayden scrunched hers with a giggle. Grandmother Anne Marie stood up, bringing up the wooden bars as she turned on the night light. Hayden fell asleep, dreaming of being an elven princess… Hayden looked out the castle’s window, eyes casting to the beautiful Eleven Realm where birds chirped happily near her ears and people walked around the village with bread and books. She saw in the distance, men on black horses approaching. The men were let into the village, killing her villagers and then leaving. As they left, her anger caused the ground to bubble and crack with lava, consuming the men who killed her people. Then, she was sad, for the villagers who died were her parents, leaving her to the throne to rule. For 189 days, it rained as she locked herself up in the castle. The villagers spread out to other parts of the Realm as she sulked high up in the tower. A man came to her ‘rescue’, yet she didn’t need saving. As Hayden saw his face under the helmet, Saul’s light grey eyes found her. She got up, backing away as she saw what was in his hand. Saul was holding a diaper… a diaper she found herself in in the blink of an eye.

I literally LOLed at this... but no, there's one more chapter and maybe it's a Merry Christmas for her then?

Here's two more chapters and I may be posting a third a little bit later today! Today will most likely be my last day posting before Christmas, so here's some early presents for all of you, hehe? Chapter 9 Later that same day at the Tavern Bar, Saul sipped his beer, annoyed by Conrad who was boasting about capturing his third little the day before. “She was a deer in the headlights when she saw us!” He said, the men laughing. “The little maced Saul too.” Aaron said, drinking his beer. The men begin laughing, one walking over to Saul and sitting next to him at the bar. Wardon patted Saul’s back, “Job well done, Saul.” He said, under his handlebar grey mustache. Wardon was the senior, head hauncho, of the Hunters. He didn’t hunt anymore, only assigning missions to those worthy of a hunt. Saul said, “Not so much, Wardon.” He said, sadly drinking the rest of his beer. Wardons old eyes squinted at Saul, “Is it because you were maced?” “Something like that.” He swirled his beer in his cup, frowning. Sure, that was part of it, but something was out of place for Saul after yesterday’s catch. They were successful, yet Saul wanted to see Hayden again. Although she was a troublemaker, he wished he spent more time with her. He had to remind himself that she was with the Grandmother’s now, getting proper training. Saul envisioned her flushed cheeks and little bottom as he sat there, wondering how she did on her first night. Her didn't sleep much the night before, just thinking about her. Weird, wasn't it? He met many littles before, yet he was staying up at night thinking good thoughts about a little who tried to harm him. Wardon got up with a grunt, nodding his head to outside the bar, “Lets talk outside.” Saul followed him out, “What’s this about?” Was he about to lose his job? “You’ve heard of the Rebels?” Wardon said when they stepped outside, seeing their own breath in the cold of the night. Saul nodded, “What hunter hasn’t?” He said, as if it were common knowledge. The Little Rebels were growing in numbers, unknown to the Elders. How were they growing in numbers? Where was their sanctuary? Who was kidnapping the littles? How were they not stopped? Littles were escaping homes around the Elven Realms, which left daddies, mommies, and caretakers around distraught. It was one of the saddest mysteries within the Realm. Elders were losing immortality one by one and the need of hospitals and health care workers was on the rise. “The Elders are becoming desperate and they asked me to form a team of hunters to find the Rebels.” He paused, “I want you to lead them, Saul.” Wardons long grey hair was in a pony tail, yet strands still got picked up by the wind. Saul was hesitant… wasn’t Saul just considering leaving the Hunters earlier that day? Taking on this job would mean a lot of responsibility and a lot of weight on his shoulders. Saul sucked in air, blowing it out in puff in a sigh, “I’ll do it. We’ll find them, all of them.” Saul would be on a mission, to make sure these littles were put back in their rightful places… in pull-ups and diapers that is. Chapter 10 Hayden spent the day playing with Play-Doy, drinking from her sippy cup, wetting herself, coloring and watching cartoons. It was, shockingly, a very fun day after her morning’s episode. Later that night, to Hayden’s surprise, she wasn’t restrained in her crib. The next morning Hayden found herself back in her high chair. The other littles were already eating and Grandmother Anne Marie mixing something in a bowl. Hayden’s eyes watched as the Grandmother placed the bowl in the microwave. Hayden’s eyes grew wide, knowing it was the oatmeal again. She looked over to Grandmother in horror as she approached Hayden with the bowl. Hayden knew what the oatmeal meant and didn’t want it. Grandmother Anne Marie sat down with a sweet, endearing smile as if to encourage the girl. She took a spoonful, bringing it up the Hayden’s mouth. She didn’t open her mouth, not even one bit. The Grandmother said kindly, “Be a good girl now.” Hayden’s eyes glared at the woman, unwavering her gaze. Grandmother Anne Marie frowned, bringing the spoon to Hayden’s lips, attempting to force the girl to eat. Hayden didn’t like that, oh, she didn’t like it one bit. Hayden couldn’t take it anymore. The babying, the loss of freedom, the loss of choices of her own. She was fed up and didn’t need the damn oatmeal. Hayden snapped, smacking the bowl of oatmeal across her small wooden highchair table and onto the ground. The ceramic bowl broke once it touched the ground, spewing oatmeal across the floor. All of the littles gasped in surprise as the Grandmother sat there, unblinking as she looked at Hayden under her glasses for a long moment. Hayden gave her a challenging, even look back. The woman’s mouth sucked in air in a silent anger as she stood, her chair screeching behind her. She walked quietly over to the sink, running the faucet as the room was only sounds of the one Grandmother moving. The other littles ate their food quickly, dissipating to the living room and leaving Hayden alone as if scared they too were about to be punished. Grandmother Anne Marie’s wrath was one many of them never wanted to know and they were scared of even being in the presence of someone who was about to receive it. Hayden’s stomach growled as she sat there, a bit fearful of the consequences that would ensue. She didn’t show it though, knowing that fear is what the Grandmother wanted. She sat there, her shoulders were tense, considering if running out the front door would be her best option at the moment. Hayden watched the Grandmother clean the floor and throw the ceramic bowl pieces in the trash. Then she mopped the ground. After cleaning the floor, she walked behind Hayden’s high chair. Hayden stopped breathing, wondering what was going to happen. Hayden jumped as Grandmother Anne Marie pulled the high chair into the corner of the dining room. “Time out is in order while I get my supplies.” She looked at Grandmother Eleanor, “Watch her.” Grandmother Anne Marie walked up her stairs. Supplies? What did that mean? Hayden shifted in her chair, fearful. What did she just do? Was it worth what was about to happen to her? She didn’t want to know. It was all so scary as of the moment. Grandmother Whitney wiped off the dining table, pausing as she looked to Hayden, “Why would you do that, little one? You know doing bad things only gets you into big trouble.” Whitney stood, leaning on the table as she crossed her arms. Hayden frowned, “I-I didn’t mean to.” She looked down… knowing full-well that she did mean to. She was beyond frustrated with being a baby. Sure, the diapers were fine but not pooping in them. Not the punishments. She was an adult who was taken from her realm. Weren’t there laws against that? Hayden didn’t understand the logic of her having to succumb to these damn Grandmothers. It was bullshit. Grandmother Whitney sighed, “I’m disappointed in you Hayden, I thought you were a good girl.” She frowned, with a shake of her head. Hayden scrunched her face, what did ‘good girl’ mean in this world? Did it mean accepting a fate that wasn’t hers? Did it mean living like a baby without any question? Hayden bet that most of these ‘littles’ did not want to be littles. It was disgusting to Hayden that there were more littles out there who were in her same situation, just not able to speak for themselves because they were probably pacified! “You think that this is all okay? That ANY of this is right? That kidnapping ADULTS and making them BABIES, is okay?” Hayden raised her voice, almost yelling at Grandmother Whitney as Grandmother Anne Marie was just walking down the stairs, able to hear little Hayden. The whole house could hear her, really, even the littles in the living room across the way. Grandmother Whitney was wordless, confused of the sudden anger from this little. Grandmother Anne Marie did warn her, but she never listened. Grandmother Anne Marie came in, setting a few items on the table, “And how many times has a little told us that on the first week of their arrival here, Whitney?” Hayden’s eyes fell on the items, seeing a bottle of lubricant, and a plastic bag filled with some soapy water attached to tubing. What the hell was all of that?Hayden thought. She didn’t know and had never seen the items in her life. Grandmother Anne Marie came over to Hayden, who was fixated on the items, feeling panicked and not knowing what it was all for. Was she in a Saw movie? Was Grandmother Anne Marie going to stick whatever that was down her throat? The locks were undone on her highchair and the Grandmother picked Hayden up, placing her on the ground and taking her hand firmly. Hayden pulled back, yet the Grandmother was stronger and pulled her roughly towards the table. “Wait, wait, wait! What is that shit?” Hayden said, words falling out of her mouth to quickly. Grandmother Anne Marie paused, her head leaning forward to Hayden like a snake, “Please. Repeat. That. One. More. Time.” She said, pausing slowly between each word as she spoke. Hayden blinked, realizing she had cursed. Oops. Hayden shook her head, looking down. The Grandmother snickered to herself at this girl's sudden loss of attitude, unable to control her inner thoughts of how rude this little girl was. “We’ll find out soon what that is, won’t we?” Grandmother Anne Marie said, looking down at the girl, “Whitney, fetch me the wooden paddle.” Grandmother Anne Marie had enough of this girl who was choosing to disrespect the Grandmothers. They should be treated at the highest regard and the Grandmother’s needed to make an example out of Hayden. Hayden’s diaper was untaped and pulled off as she stood in the dining room, her bottom still lightly powdered from her recent morning change. Hayden was pushed near the table, hands clasped behind her back as Grandmother Whitney handed Anne Marie the wooden paddle that had holes through it. Hayden’s head turned, seeing the wooden paddle. She gulped, face flushing red. Grandmother Anne Marie paced behind the girl as she pushed Hayden to lean down, so her face was resting on the table. Hayden’s breath picked up in anxiety as she leaned uncomfortably, her cheek resting down as she looked sideways out the window, snow fell on the dirt covered paths and pine trees outside. She shifted, awaiting the first spank. She was becoming more scared as seconds passed by, that Grandmother Anne Marie was trying to savor as she paced behind the girl. Hayden jumped as she felt the wooden paddle lightly graze her bottom, the holes touching her. The Grandmother hadn’t even begun and was only playing mind games with poor little Hayden. Hayden trembled, wanting it all to end already as the paddle was taken away. Quickly, a swat stung her behind and Hayden yelped in pain. Another swat as she winced. The pain seared through her. Hayden never had a spanking quite like this. It was painful and cruel, beyond what Saul had given her two days prior. The paddle was unforgiving and merciless, not letting up as it hit her, hard. The holes making it seamlessly glide through the air, only adding a harder swat on the girls bottom. Grandmother Anne Marie knew a bruise would result, but it would remind Hayden every time she sat down to not undermine any of the Grandmothers for some time. After countless spanks that sounded loudly through the Lodge, Hayden was wailing loudly and the Grandmother stopped. Hayden trembled, her legs weakening and she was about to kneel. Grandmother said, “Ah, ah, ah, one more thing before you can play, little one.” Her voice was condescendingly sweet. Hayden was beginning to hate that voice, that tone as her teeth gritted in pain, her throat, scratchy and sore from wailing. “I don’t wanna play anymore.” Hayden said, crying. Grandmother Anne Marie had no sympathy for the baby; she had earned two punishments fair and square, there was no coddling for this little now. The Grandmother said nothing, shoving a pacifier in the girl’s mouth in response then getting ready for her next punishment. She placed generous amounts of lube on the tip of the enema, walking behind Hayden. Hayden took her head up, seeing the tip in the corner of her eye in confusion. She began to stand up straight and the Grandmother pushed her forward, into the table as she quickly inserted the tip into Hayden’s rectum. Hayden gasped at the cool gel and intruder in her bottom. The Grandmother didn’t hesitate to begin the flow of fluids into the girl. Hayden whimpered, feeling the invading water and beginning to squirm, wanting to rip whatever was in her out. The Grandmother held it firmly as Hayden squirmed and the bag was done filling. Hayden felt instantly bloated, wondering what was suddenly in her. She clenched her bottom as the enema tip was removed. She felt like she needed to excavate herself immediately. It was a terrible feeling mixed with her spanking. Hayden wanted to clench her muscles but her bottom was also sore and it all hurt so much. She was beyond uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do. Grandmother Whitney helped tape the diaper back on the baby with Anne Marie and Grandmother Anne Marie scooped Hayden up, walking her up the stairs. If Hayden didn’t want to play, then she’d have a time out, Grandmother Anne Marie thought. She knew it was the icing on the cake, the straw that would break the camel’s back for Hayden. The Grandma knew never would Hayden complain about eating her special laxative oatmeal again after today. Hayden felt herself release some of her insides into the diaper as they went up the stairs. The Grandmother set her inside the crib, taking the girls hands and restraining them in mittens. Hayden whimpered, spitting out her pacifier, “Please, Grandma, no. I’ll be good, I promise!” Grandmother Anne Marie looked at her without any pity, “Oh, I know you’ll be good after sitting in your own mess for an hour, thinking about what you did.” Hayden shifted, bottom still clenched as her face was flushed, thick dark hair a mess. “No, please no.” She wriggled, as her ankles were restrained. More of the enemas contents and her own released into the diaper. “Shhhh, little baby.” Grandmother Anne Marie took her magic pacifier she only used for the brattiest of babies and plopped it in Hayden’s mouth. Hayden tried spitting it out, but it wouldn’t leave. It stayed on her mouth as if it had a mind of it’s own! “Gwndma! Pweeeeeee!” She mumbled under the pacifier as the Grandmother left the room, not looking back. Hayden fidgeted in her restraints, crying behind her pacifier that was stuck to her mouth. She resisting lettings go, yet her stomach was becoming too uncomfortable and bloated. She cried as she gave up hope, her diaper billowing out as stinkiness ensued on her bottom. A squishy wetness that she couldn’t escape as she laid there. Her bottom was sore and she squished everytime she moved. Hayden's body was tense as she held her hips in the air, trying not to lay her weight completely on her own mess. After countless minutes of holding her bottom up, she couldn’t any longer. She laid down her weight as she felt the gooeyness spread to her cheeks and butt crack. She wailed behind her pacifier in disgust. She wanted a new diaper and didn’t want to be so gross anymore. Hayden wailed and wailed for countless minutes as Grandmother Anne Marie sat down on the couch in the living room, knitting happily as she knew she finally cracked the brat. The baby would be a good girl after an hour or, maybe, more if Grandmother Anne Marie was feeling it…. in Hayden's stinky situation.

Good start! I've had the issue from copying one of my stories from one site and placing it here. I usually have to paste it onto Word or some other document application, click the little button that looks like a clipboard and hit 'match destination formatting' and that should fix it!

This is a very well-written story that is being given in small doses that make me excited for the chapters to come! It's quite apparent that Faye is uneducated of the whole kink world and isn't understand Mrs. Reinhardt's obvious signs that she's the 'dominant' and Faye is the 'submissive' in a way. There's an obvious power duel going on and I'll definitely be following along to see if Faye ever catches onto that she is supposed to be the baby or if she finds that out the hard way?

I've decided on posting the smut chapter with a normal chapter. You can completely skip the chapter and easily assume what happens(or just read the last line) and move on to Chapter 8 if you don't care much for it. The pace in the story will be picking up very soon. I'll be working a lot in the next week once Christmas comes around- side note, my job isn't being an elf nor Santa?- so I can't guarantee to be posting as much but I'm going to try my best! *Bonus* Smut Chapter Hayden awoke the next morning to light casting inside her room from behind her white and pink curtains. She immediately froze, realizing that she hadn’t waken up from her nightmare yet and that this wasn’t, in fact, a nightmare at all. She wiggled, feeling her wrists pull on the mittens that confined her. She grumbled in her half awake state, shifting, feeling a thick diaper on her. Hayden hadn’t used it during the night, knowing that she’d be sleeping in it so she waited. She decided to slowly wet, knowing she couldn’t struggle anymore. Meanwhile, in the kitchen downstairs, Hayden’s baby monitor beeped and Grandmother Anne Marie smiled, looking at her precious baby struggling in her crib on the monitor. “Oh my, Anne Marie, I didn’t know you’d give her a punishment so soon.” Grandma Whitney said, looking over the other elders shoulder. “She’s a naughty one so it was required. I think she likes her diapers a little too much.” Grandma Anne Marie said. “Oh just give the poor girl something. Poor little sweetie.” Grandmother Whitney knew all too well about the teasing games Anne Marie liked playing with the naughtier babies. Grandmother Anne Marie sighed, knowing Grandmother Whitney was right to some degree. The baby would start resenting the Grandmother very soon if not taken care of. She got up as she walked up the stairs, going to her study and pulling out her keys as she unlocked a mysterious ancient box, walking over to Hayden’s room with it. Hayden was still wetting herself as Grandmother Anne Marie walked in, not seeing that she had some box with her. “Rise and shine little baby girl.” Grandmother Anne Marie said, the corners of her mouth going up as she saw Hayden have a blank face, knowing that the little Hayden was wetting from her blushed face. She walking up to the baby’s crib, taking down her rails as she saw the diaper expanding. She leaned over, sticking a finger in her diaper. “Tsk, tsk, someone’s wet again, aren’t we?” The grandmother shook her head. Hayden’s breathing hitched, still feeling tingly and sticky from the night before. She wanted to be touched, some release, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. What Grandma Anne Marie said next confused the girl, “I brought some friends to help you’re sticky situation.” Hayden cocked her head to the side. Friends? Like… toys maybe? She thought, getting more excited in the morning. Grandmother Anne Marie clapped her hands, and three hands sprung out of the mysterious ancient box she brought into the room. They floated in the air, posing as if they were hand models. Hayden’s heart skipped a beat, slightly scared as she looked at the ominous hands that had a slight masculine quality about them. “These are my friends: Bippity, Boppity and Boo. They do what I tell them, quite simply.” Grandmother Anne Marie smiled at Hayden’s flushed face. The little girl was surprised that these magical beings existed and were named after… a Cinderella lyric? “They’ve been kept in a box for some time and are ready to… play.” Grandmother had enchanted the hands that were once just an image she saw that she brought to life. They had a part of the 3 grandmothers in each hand that would help the grandmothers when summoned. Grandmother began walking out of the room as Hayden was still restrained to the crib, “I want her pampered…” She looked at Hayden under her glasses, “Make sure she’s soft and not so sticky. I’ll be back in a half an hour.” What did thatmean? The door closed and the hands took on different roles. One placed the pacifier that Hayden spit out the night before back in her mouth as she wiggled under her restraints, feeling suddenly hot and bothered. Her eyes followed the second hand and third hands that went to the changing table, grabbing diaper changing supplies, some that Grandmother Anne Marie never used. She was distracted, looking down as the other hand was untaping the diaper, patting the front of her squishy warm diaper as if taunting her for being wet. A box of wipes, baby oil, lotion, powder and a new diaper was set near her feet. Her breathing hitched, feeling tingly as she looked at the supplies. They were going to change her in the crib, restrained? How odd, she thought. The hand patting her diaper pressed the warm squishiness into her button as she moaned. “Mmhph, yeth.” It stopped as the hands grabbed wipes, slipping underneath the diaper, a cool wetness cleaning her as one hand unfolded the diaper down. She gasped, feeling a wet wipe on her button, slowly swirling almost teasingly and then darting downwards. One hand undid her ankle restraints, soon holding both her legs up as the one hand rolled up the dirty wipes in the diaper and another hand placed a new diaper underneath, laying her down. She was feeling more hot and bothered as the hand that touched her diaper grabbed the baby oil. “Mmmph. Pwease more.” She said to the hand. The hand wiggled a finger at her with the wipe in its hand, going back to work. It wiped the stickiness as it dipped in, wiggling ever so slightly and she gasped. Another hand grabbed two wipes and went to work on her button again while the other finger was still wiggling in the area where her stickiness was originating from. She moaned, squirming in pleasure as both hands stopped, leaving Hayden distraught by how turned on she was. They threw the wipes away and the third hand let droplets of baby oil drip on the girl, as both hands massaged gently on her inner thighs, moving towards her middle. They stopped, not touching her. She groaned, of course they wouldn’t touch her. One hand brought her legs up again as another sprinkled generous amounts of powder on her bottom as the third patted it in. Her legs were lowered as more powder was sprinkled and her ankles were restrained again. She groaned as her bottom wiggled from the sensations. She was beyond hot and bothered and just wanted something already. The fluffy diaper was brought over her front section and one hand grabbed the baby oil again, placing droplets on Hayden’s legs. Another hand held the diaper in place, the palm directly over her button, pressing in as if kneading dough. She gasped, feeling the hand that had powder trace her leak guards of the diaper as the hand pressing on her diaper began rubbing, ever so teasingly. The diaper wasn’t taped yet because the hands knew she’d need a wiping again soon, so it crinkled loudly as it moved on her. Hayden moaned underneath her pacifier, “Mmmmph.” Her paci dropped and all the hands stopped immediately. Hayden groaned, “Please don’t stop.” She looked at the hands as the powder one hovered over to her paci, placing it back in the girls mouth. The hand pressing on her button raised the diaper as the powder one sprinkled more powder in, rubbing her inner thighs as her hips rocked and the diaper was placed over her as the hand snuck out. The baby oil hand was near her thigh now, coming close to the powder hand as the third hand began pressing over the girl’s button again. Her hips rocking as she felt her stickiness growing, excitement building. Then, they stopped again. One grabbed wipes as the diaper was unfolded and the powder was wiped off. Hayden didn’t understand, why were they wiping? They had JUST put powder on! She looked down, seeing the hands all taking wipes, one encircling her button as she threw her head back. Her back arched as she felt the wipes encircling her bottom and inner thighs. They stopped again, Hayden groaning at the tease of hands. One of the hands went over to the changing table, grabbing lotion this time. It squeezed the lotion in all three hands as they applied the cool texture to Hayden’s bottom and front areas, quickly dotting her button and perineum as more powder was sprinkled on her bottom and the diaper was folded again on her. Were they ever going to let her climax? She wondered in her frustrations. The hand pressed its palm into her crotch again, wiggling as she felt the cool lotion being rubbed in underneath and the diaper crinkled softly. She moaned as the other two hands traced her inner thighs and leak guards once more. The hand slowly kneaded the girl’s padded button. Hayden moaned loudly as she felt herself shutter, a sweet orgasm erupting that she had never felt so strongly before. The hands kept working on her, granting her a few more orgasms after her first one, then taping the diaper shut and putting away their supplies. Finally, she had sweet, sweet relief. Chapter 8 When Grandmother Anne Marie came in the room, she knew the work was finished. The girl looked to be glowing as she didn’t even move in her restraints. “Breakfast is ready, little one!” She said, removing Hayden’s mittens and ankle cuffs. Hayden jumped into Grandmother Anne Marie’s arms as she was picked up and brought down to the kitchen. It was quite obvious that her treat was enjoyed as the girl wasn’t squirming for the first time since being at the Lodge. Little did she know, her morning had only begun. Grandmother Whitney fed Hayden her oatmeal with a baby spoon. At first, Hayden blushed, feeling so babyish in front of the other littles who got to eat scrambled eggs. It wasn’t fair to Hayden that she was eating oatmeal. She didn’t even like oatmeal. Hayden was hungry so she just ate it without any complaints. Grandmother Anne Marie sipped her coffee from the other side of the table, looking over to her baby who seemed much happier than the day before. She smiled, knowing that would change soon when she would realize that the oatmeal was specially made for her. Hayden shifted, feeling her stickiness in the diaper. Bippity, Boppity and Boo had given her a happy ending during the diaper change, yet they didn’t even bother to clean her new stickiness up. She blushed, trying to not get excited again. Her libido was up the roof, why was she already ready for a round two? Ugh, she shook off the thoughts, trying to be normal and not sexually frustrated again. She drank her apple juice that Grandma Whitney had given her. “Who’s a little cutie?” Grandmother Whitney wiped the girl’s lips from breakfast, her warm brown eyes bouncing as she cleaned the baby. She was more than excited to have this little in her house, she LOVED babies and this little was so adorable and blushy! Hayden shifted, embarrassed as the ginger-haired Ned looked over to her curiously and she looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the other littles. Ned was just curious. He did have a little crush on this new girl. She was really cute in a wild, mysterious way and he was a man underneath the cute exterior after all. He was torn away from his wife in the mundane realm only a few months before and was feeling a bit… lonely. He knew that it was against the rules to have a girlfriend or boyfriend in the Lodge, but if he could, he’d ask Hayden to be his if he was given the chance. After breakfast, Hayden was released from the wooden highchair, allowed to finally walk, no, waddle around. Grandmother Whitney took her hand, guiding her past the entrance to the grand living room that had a fire warming the room. There was a play area for the littles in a far corner that most of them went to, taking seats in colorful plastic chairs around a table, grabbing crayons and markers. Two of the boys went on the ground, going to their Lego bins. “How about little Hayden goes in the walker?” Grandmother Anne Marie suggested as she rolled the apparatus towards Hayden. Grandmother Whitney’s eyebrows went up, knowing what Grandmother Anne Marie’s plans were quickly. “Should we maybe… wait?” Grandmother Whitney didn’t want to agree to the plan so soon. It was a bit on the malicious side that wasn’t her nature. Hayden’s eyes fell on the light green and blue baby activity walker in horror. She picked Hayden up by her armpits as she placed her little legs through the walker, her legs dangling, feet barely touching the ground as she slightly bounced, the tether of the bottom holder pressing into her diaper as she sat back into the seat behind her. It made her tingle, as she slightly bounced in the walker that had toys in front of her. There was lion stuffed animal on it and wooden toy blocks. Her little feet dangled as she blushed in the chair, embarrassed to be bouncing like a toddler near the other littles. Grandmother Eleanor smiled, “Aww, what a little doll she truly is.” She said as she pinched the girl’s cheek and all three Grandmothers gawked at her. She blushed, looking down in pure humiliation. Grandmother Anne Marie plopped a pacifier in the girl’s mouth, her finger going through the seat of the walker to check the baby’s diaper. Grandmother Anne Marie internally sighed, knowing all-to-well Bippity, Boppity and Boo didn’t clean her fully after her ‘sticky time’, as the grandma’s liked to call it. She was dry, but she knew it’d change soon. Hayden moved around the next ten minutes; the grandmothers finally letting her explore. She hated the fact that she couldn’t just walk as she was confined to the walker itself. She didn’t even know if she could hoist herself out of the stroller, it was like it sucked her in. She tiptoed her stroller to the back of the lodge on the first floor, gliding past a study room and a room that had tables and crafty items that Phoebe was in, gluing cottonballs on a paper. Phoebe looked up at the new baby as Hayden silently blushed, walking away. “Hey! You can join me if you want, you don’t have to go.” Hayden paused, trying to turn around as she felt a cramp in her tummy. Hayden backed away, “No thanks. I’m gonna ethplore.” She rolled away, getting caught on a pice of carpet and paper on the ground, unable to roll anymore. She grumbled under her pacifier, feeling a sudden onslaught of cramping. A toot sounded from her diaper and she looked in horror at the hallway in front of her. Phoebe giggled at the baby who was so mean to her, “You tooted!!” She pointed at Hayden as Hayden looked to her side, still stuck on the damn carpet. She felt more stomach cramps and her bottom contracting. She clenched her muscles, her arms grasping the lion toy in desperation. No, no, no, Hayden did not want this, especially in front of Phoebe. Phoebe went back to her work, ignoring the girl who didn’t want to be here friend. She felt immediately at a loss after a few minutes of her face growing red in distress. A stinky, squish filled her diaper and she began crying as it kept filling. It dawned on Hayden that the oatmeal she had for breakfast was NOT normal and must have had laxatives in it. She had never pooped herself like that before, let alone in a diaper! She flushed, whimpering as the walker lightly bounced and her stinky diaper squished. Phoebe plugged her nostrils with her fingers, “Ewwww! You pooped!” She exclaimed loudly, “I’m telling the Grandmothers!!” She ran out of the room, away from the smell. Hayden was crying as she wanted to hide as she heard Phoebe running through the Lodge screaming that Hayden pooped. Hayden whimpered as she wanted to escape the confines of the walker and get the diaper off as soon as possible. It was gross and she didn’t want any of this babying stuff anymore. She wanted to be back in Chicago, going to university like a normal young adult. She had a test today after all, what were her professors say by her absence?! Grandmother Anne Marie appeared around the corner, “Oh my, that’s a stinky girl!” She wafted the air as Grandmother Whitney was with her. To Hayden’s embarrassment, she began crying more. Grandmother Whitney picked Hayden up from the walker, “I’ll clean the baby.” She said as she began walking over to the stairway. She had to save this poor girl from Grandmother Anne Marie’s wrath at some point. Grandmother Whitney placed Hayden on the changing table, closing the door before going to work to clean the little. Countless amounts of wipes later, the baby was clean as a fresh diaper was placed under her and powder was sprinkled and patted in. Hayden sniffled as she wanted to hide, to go home. Grandmother Whitney could tell that Hayden was upset, defeated. She picked the girl up, going to the rocking chair, “Shhhh, honey, shhhhh. Everything is going to be okay. A baby just needs to relieve her stinkies everyday just like adults, nothing wrong with that.” She cooed the girl as Hayden nuzzled into her chest. She patted the girls back, rocking slowly. Hayden spoke behind her paci, “Why can’t I use the bathroom for it though, Grandma Whitney?” She asked, innocently looking up. Whitney smiled, “Babies can’t use the potty. It’s against the rules.” She smiled warmly. “Buh I’m not a baby!” She said, in distress. Grandmother Whitney cooed the girl, “Shhhh, little one. You’ll get used to it soon and it will be fun, won’t it? We’ll have plenty of fun while you’re here, Grandmother Whitney will make sure of it.” Her honey sweet voice said in a rhyme-like fashion. Hayden blinked, sadly. She didn’t want this to be her life. She was excited yesterday and this morning, but after this event, she wanted nothing to do with this ‘realm’ anymore.

I LOLed when i saw you put 'oh wow, first post on page 2' by the way. And so far I'm planning on posting it. I think the issue is mainly with the fact I dwelled on one day so we really haven't been that exposed to Hayden's behavior *just* yet. I understand your concerns with the sexual stimulation bit but I do have 5 + chapters written and there is no more of that in them. In all of my past stories I have never really written any to no sexual scenes so I don't know why I decided to change my writing during this story, so I do apoligize.?

Yes, yes I agree! There are definitely similar things but many different elements as well. I think most of my stories have similar relationship dynamics- even my older ones that I may post on here soon. In I, Rayne Griff, Rayne is more of a superhero. In this story... well, you'll see. It's more... magical in a subtle way, if that makes any sense? Haha. But thank you, I noticed it myself when I began writing myself. Thank you for the criticism but I disagree on a few things that I stand by. For one, the pace is not quick, I have eight chapters over the course of one day in the life of Hayden. If anything, I've been dwelling on a day for too long, haha. I think you have expectations I just cannot grant for the story, or maybe what you expect to happen may occur, but thats farther in the plot. I write with my own development, plot twists, and characters to have fleshed out lives so I do make side stories. I understand I did not meet your expectations, but as a writer, I cannot please everyone as much as I wish I could. However, I wouldn't be a writer if I didn't write what I'd personally want to read in the first place, haha. I don't understand your post completely but what my take away is that maybe you wanted me to write for Saul and Hayden and I disappointed you, which I understand. Without spoiling anything, I can't say if Saul is coming for a return, but it'd be wise to stick around, hehe. I appreciate you criticism and look forward to your feedback, as always. ? ~~~ _____________________________________ ~~~ I'm posting two chapters tonight and most likely won't be posting tomorrow. Question for you who enjoy Chapter 8: next chapter is considered a 'smut' chapter that follows the morning after. Is anyone interested as a bonus chapter or should I summarize the events similar to a Twilight sex scene? Lol. Chapter 7 After a bath, Hayden found herself on the changing table once more. A thick white diaper was placed under her, almost exaggeratedly big and fluffy to Hayden’s embarrassment. She looked at the softness underneath her, the diaper was much bigger and more babyish than the one Saul had given her earlier. Grandmother Anne Marie considered putting arousal cream on the girl before taping the diaper shut but, seeing how sticky she was earlier, it seemed the girl already had enough. I’ll save that for another time, she thought mischievously to herself. Oh, it was all such good fun and games when there was a new baby at the Lodge. Although saw Hayden in a slightly different light after her bath, that just meant the baby would be given extra special baby care and a watchful eye from the Grandmother. Grandmother Anne Marie would make sure of it. Puffs of powder sprinkled in the air as it floated onto her like snow as Hayden’s butt was lifted, feeling a generous amount of powder on her, the Grandmother patting ever so close to the girls button. Grandma Anne Marie patted around her special parts, making sure to not touch them. The girl’s button was excited, that was for certain, yet this grandmother knew to not touch it. After the hair was gone, it seemed like her little pink button was more easily taunted, which the Grandmother wouldn’t touch just yet. The thick diaper was brought between her thighs. As diaper was folded over Hayden and taped over her, Hayden felt warm and tingly again as the thickness making her not able to close her legs fully. Ugh, would the tingling stop already? Hayden couldn’t get off, even if she wanted too apparently. Surely, later she would when she was ‘sleeping’ but for now, she’d be good. The grandma picked her up, setting her on the ground as she looked through the closet, pulling out a light grey half-sleeved sweater dress that went to the girl’s elbows with a soft satin flaring out on the sleeve and the sweater flared out at her mid-torso as she was placed in it. Then she helped her into frilly white socks, stepping back to admire her baby with a smile. Hayden looked down, the dresses frilly white edges only covered half of her diaper. Was it even considered a dress if it didn’t cover her bottom? Hayden thought. She was truly amazed at the style of the dress, it was like it was hand-crafted and sewn. Grandma Anne Marie picked the baby up once more, bringing her downstairs to the kitchen where Eleanor and Whitney were cooking supper for the littles. Hayden’s eyes glowed, looking at the woodsy themed dining area. There were wooden tables and chairs with swirls engraved into the maple wood. In a corner sat a high chair that Anne Marie walked Hayden over too, placing her in it and locking her in with their child safe lock. Hayden squirmed, feeling the raised seat guard between her legs press against her as she sat there, sucking her pacifier, attempting not to look at the approaching men, or, better termed ‘littles’. Grandma Anne Marie went over the kitchen to help with the other grandmothers, knowing that her new baby would be approached by the other curious littles and placing her in a high chair would give her no room to escape. “Hi, I’m Ned.” A ginger man with green eyes and a hair less face said, waving. He was short, a bit taller than Hayden, with bright green overalls on and freckles as he gave a friendly smile to her. Hayden blushed, her feet dangling from the chair as she didn’t say anything. Ned’s shorter, blonde-haired friend nudged Ned, “She’s a baby. Maybe she just needs to be tickled to cheer up?” Hayden took her pacifier out, growling, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She said, louder than intended. All three grandmother’s heads turned to Hayden as she sat there. Grandmother Anne Maria smiled, expecting nothing less from the bratty baby as she took another mental record of Hayden’s bad behavior to the other littles. “Meanie!” The other little said with a pout and watery eyes, running away from Ned and Hayden. Ned looked apologetically to Hayden as he walked away, as if his tail was between his legs. Grandma Anne Marie sighed, walking over to a cabinet above the sink, looking for her rule book that she placed near her recipe books. She grabbed it, walking over to Hayden. Hayden put her pacifier back in her mouth, looking up innocently at the woman. Grandmother Anne Marie knew that this girl was not innocent and was onto the little’s cover up of her naughty and bratty self. “Have we yet to properly introduce ourselves?” The grandmother asked, realizing the girl didn’t know who she was. Hayden shook her head. The Grandmother pulled Hayden’s high chair up to the table as she set her miniature rule book down, “I am Grandmother Anne Marie. That-“ She pointed to the grandma with long white and blonde hair, “Is Grandmother Whitney and that-“ She pointed to the other older woman with medium length copper hair, “Is Grandmother Eleanor. We all, are the elders of the Boarding Lodge that have trained countless littles of the Elven Realm for centuries.” Centuries? Did Hayden hear that correctly. She spit out her paci, “Centuries?!” Anne Marie’s eyes narrowed to the pacifier. If this were going to become a habit of Hayden’s, Grandma Anne Marie was sure to break it. She wanted to give the little a spanking, yet she knew Saul had already given her that. She sighed, plopping the pacifier back in the baby’s mouth, “One more time and a punishment will be in order.” Hayden frowned behind her paci. “Here is the rule book of myhome, the Boarding Lodge. Read it or don’t, but be aware that if any rules are broken, a consequence will result. Understand?” Hayden nodded, turning the tiny red book in her hands in awe, it was the size of her hand. If it were so small then there must not be many rules… right? Hayden opened the book, seeing almost microscopic print before her. Exactly… what type of book was it that it couldn’t be read by the naked eye? Chapter 8 Hayden’s eyes became weary, still trying to read the fine print after ten minutes. Rule 1: A little must follow instructions carefully from the Grandmothers at all times. Rule 2: A little must listen to any elder when the Grandmother is absent. Rule 3: Littles are not allowed to leave the Lodge without an elder. Rule 4: Littles cannot have ANY desert unless given to by elder. Rule 5: The little is expected to be properly dressed as assigned age at all times. Rule 6: A little is not allowed to change attire without an elder present. Rule 7: Littles cannot touch other littles. Rule 8: A little must respect her elders. Rule 9: A little must play nice with other littles. … Rule 33: No profanity allowed. No buts, ands, or ifs. Rule 17: Masturbation is forbidden. Rule 45: If a little protests a punishment, another punishment will be given in addition. The rule that Grandmother had told her about earlier caught her eyes as she gulped: Masturbation is forbidden. What didthat entail if the rule was broken? She set the book down, she didn’t want to read the cruel text of her new life anymore. It was like rubbing salt in a wound. “Do you want me to read it to you?” Grandmother Anne Marie asked, wiping her hands off on a towel. “Nuh-uh.” “Did you read it all?” Grandmother knew she didn’t; she was a baby after all. Hayden shook her head as Grandmother smiled, “That’s okay little sweetie. Maybe Grandmother will have you memorize it later.” She smiled at the young girl who blinked. She couldn’t be serious, could she be? There were over 200 rules in that tiny book. At dinner, Hayden had met all five littles that were at the Lodge with her. There was Phoebe, Ned, Korben, Elsie and Thomas. The only other little in padding was Phoebe, to Hayden’s embarrassment. They all chatted amongst themselves, peaking at Hayden every once in a while like she was an animal at the zoo. Hayden had a large red bib over her sweater dress as she picked up spaghetti noodles, one by one, and ate. The Grandmothers didn’t give her any utensils nor a napkin to wipe her fingers. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, knowing well enough that she was the elephant in the room. Phoebe tried to be nice to Hayden, including her into the conversation, “What’s your favorite color, Hayden?” The room went silent, even the Grandmothers talking about adult things looked over to Hayden. Grandmother Anne Marie sipped her tea, awaiting another reason to punish baby Hayden. She smiled at the little girl who sat on her high chair with red sauce on her cheeks and a noodle slipping from her hand as she looked up at everyone, her face reddening. Hayden’s mouth fell into a line, not wanting to talk. She licked her lips, meeting Phoebe’s blue friendly eyes, “I don’t have one.” Hayden said, her eyes sliding back to the noodle in her fingers, slipping out of her grasp and falling on the wooden highchairs table. She didn’t want to speak to this girl nor anyone at the table for that matter. “Everyone has a favorite color!” Phoebe said, still attempting to be nice. Grandmother Anne Marie tapped her fingers, knowing that Phoebe was a good girl that Hayden would never be. She sighed, waiting for the scene to unfold. “Black, the absence of color.” Hayden grumbled, sighing in annoyance. Phoebe went silent, eyes watering as this mean girl wouldn’t accept her friendly attempts. “Enough, Hayden!” Grandma Anne Marie’s hand slammed the table, making all of the littles jump, including Hayden. Hayden felt pee escape into her diaper from the sudden burst of anger from the Grandmother. Never, had the other littles ever seen Grandmother Anne Marie so upset. The room went silent as everyone ate quietly to themselves, the other littles trying to be good and not make Grandmother Anne Marie any more upset. The only little who act careless was Hayden, as she drank her chocolate milk in her sippy cup, acting as if nothing had happened. She didn’t want to care anymore. Hayden was diapered, treated like a baby and held basically captive in a realm that wasn’t her own. She decided she would do anything she pleased and act the way she wanted because she was an adult, underneath the babyish exterior, after all. Later that night, the table was cleaned and Grandmother Anne Marie came up to Hayden with a warm rag, dabbing the little’s face clean and her hands. The Grandmother decided to be sweet so the little wouldn’t know her intentions nor expect anything out of the ordinary. “Someone’s a messy girl, aren’t we?” Grandmother Anne Marie asked as Hayden shifted, feeling the need to wet again. Already?Hayden thought to herself. The other littles went into the living room across the large main entrance to play. Hayden looked over to them, wishing she could go over there, to be away from the Grandmothers for a bit. “Go read the littles a story. I’ll finish cleaning.” Grandmother Anne Marie told Whitney and Eleanor. “What about the baby?” Grandmother Whitney asked, looking over to Hayden who blushed as the Grandmother referred to her as a ‘baby’. “Bedtime will be early for her tonight. She earned that one during supper.” Grandmother Anne Marie said, as if Hayden wasn’t there. Hayden blushed, finishing her chocolate milk in her sippy cup. She wasn’t tired at all as she fidgeted in her high chair, wondering how she could get out of it as she leaned over, looking at the lock. She looked over to the back of Grandmother Anne Marie’s dark blonde and white hair in a bun with her pink bordered white apron on, tied in a perfect bow in the back, thinking that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to try and escape. The other Grandmothers walked to the other room as Hayden’s feet dangled from the high chair, left with Grandmother Anne Marie in the dining area. Hayden was bored as she looked over to the Grandmother in the grand wooden kitchen that was equip with a vintage-style bright red mixer, an old-fashioned gas stove and a gigantic black steel embellished refrigerator. There was a mahogany wood island counter that separated the kitchen from the dining room that Hayden sat in. She watched the Grandmother dry the dishes as she tinkled again in her diaper, feeling warmth in her crotch. A warmth that pressed against her as she sat there. It was a pleasant feeling, one that made her want to rock in her chair to feel tingly again. As much as Hayden distasted being belittled and babied, treated as an unequal that was COMPLETELY against all that she stood for in the mundane realm… she liked it deep down as much as she didn’t want to admit it. She liked being babied and cared for. It was nice, and she liked the attention. Attention that she never had before and it was something she longed for. And, not to mention… she had never been so hot and bothered in her short life span. The feeling of constant thickness between her thighs made things more exciting. The soft cushioning pressed against her in such a nice way. She wanted another diaper change already. Was that bad? Hayden questioned herself. Grandmother Anne Marie walked over to Hayden as she dried her hands with a towel. Hayden looked up to the Grandmother with a shy look. The Grandmother wanted to laugh; this girl was something else, wasn’t she? She was mean to little Phoebe on two separate occasions and had hurt Thomas’s feelings. Hayden was not an innocent girl and could convince the other Grandmothers but oh, not Grandmother Anne Marie. The Grandmother unlocked the girl from her highchair, placing her on the older woman’s hip. “Seems like it’s time for another diaper change already, hm?” The grandmother said, walking up the stairs to the new baby’s bedroom, down the balcony hallway to one of the first rooms. She placed the girl on the changing table, closing the door with a lock. The lights were dim in the room, yet in the walls of the room had glowing stars in the dark, almost like magic. Was it magic?Hayden pondered as she laid on the table looking around and out to the dark blue sky outside. She didn’t want to go to sleep, it was still much too early. “Does a baby like her diaper changes?” Grandmother Anne Marie asked, grabbing a thicker nighttime diaper from underneath the changing table. Hayden’s breath hitched, caught off guard. Hayden nodded timidly as Grandmother Anne Marie smiled, knowing it already. She wanted to put the naughty girl on her spot, to admit to her little desires. “Someone keeps getting sticky, doesn’t she?” The grandmother tickled Hayden’s stomach above the diapers edge. Hayden blushed as she giggled awkwardly, “Nuh-uh.” She felt tingly, wanting to hide her secret. How did this woman know? Was is that obvious? Hayden thought as she shifted. “Hm.” Grandmother Anne Marie acted as if she didn’t know, “Tsk, tsk. Well, I guess then next time I see you’re sticky, a baby will be changed, wiped, powdered, and diaper checked repeatedly until the stickiness is taken care of.” Hayden gulped. Oh, she wanted to have that now. Not the next time. “Bu-but, Grandmother Anne Marie, what if I’m sticky now?” Hayden asked, falling into the grandmother’s trap. Grandmother Anne Marie smiled sweetly down, “Hm… I thought the baby just said she doesn’t get sticky?” Hayden blinked, realizing her faults, “I’ll have to inspect with a diaper check and thorough wiping, won’t I?” Thorough wiping. The words made Hayden wet, very very wet. Her finger went under the diaper as she raised the leak guards, taking out a few wipes and wiping the insides of her thighs as she peaked inside the diaper, tickling Hayden with the warm wipes. “Hm, nothing sticky yet.” Grandmother Anne Marie teased, untaping the girls diaper very slowly. Hayden trembled, knowing that she was playing with her at this point from admitting she was sticky. The woman wiped above the girls pubic mound, or where it once was at least. The feeling was so exciting since the girl was completely bare now. The Grandmother wiped slowly on the girls inner thighs again, teasing Hayden as she didn’t dare to go inwards. “Oh my… a very wet girl.” Grandmother Anne Marie commented, “Tsk, tsk, and look here! A stickiness!” She exclaimed, not touching the girl’s pink button but seeing below it the excited wetness that wasn’t from her pee. She stopped wiping the girls thighs, placing the wet wipes directly on the girls button and folding the wet diaper over her as she kneaded the diaper in with a sound of a crinkle in the dim lighting. Hayden softly moaned from the pleasant tingly feeling, her hips moving. She taped the girls dirty diaper again to Hayden’s frustrations as she stopped kneading. Grandmother Anne Marie knew that naughty babies loved the feeling of their own squishy wetness and wipes rubbing against them. It was her signature teasing mechanism that kept her babies tantalized. Taping it onto them only piqued their sexual frustrations and gave the grandma a chance to pause, taking her a hand away to make the girl want more. Hayden’s legs trembled in excitement as the grandma grabbed a few more wipes, pausing once more as she slowly swirled the wipes on the girls thighs, far from the actual place that should be wiped. Then she swirled closer, wiping the insides of her thighs again as she placed the palm of her hand over the crotch of the girl, kneading in gently, then stopping as Hayden moaned in frustration behind her paci. “Sticky little baby, what are we going to have to do about that?” She teased, crossing her arms and taking her hand away once more as if she were thinking. Grandmother Anne Marie knew what she was doing, applying enough pressure to entice the poor girl and pulling away once excitement began building. “Mmmmph.” Hayden moaned, wanting to be touched more as her hips wiggled. Oh my, how naughty! Grandmother Anne Marie thought. This girl was on the brink of excitement, where the Grandmother planned to keep her. Anne Marie shook her head at the naughty girl with a, “Hm…” and pressed down again, making a crinkle noise as the squishy diaper pressed against Hayden with a wiggle of her palm. The feeling was so gentle, so teasing to Hayden that made her even more sticky. Hayden waited in anticipation for the excitement to build, to have a climax… yet she stopped touching Hayden and untaped the diaper, taking the wipes and swirling them around the girls button. Hayden gasped by the sudden attention to where she wanted, caught off guard. She was feeling excitement building more and more until… the woman stopped again, pulling up her ankles and wiping her bottom, swirling on the girl’s perineum and anus in one expert motion. Then, she placed a new thicker nighttime diaper under her in exchange for the old one with puffs of powder sprinkling her tiny bottom. She patted it in quickly, not even touching the girls button again but patting generously around the area in a teasing manner. The woman placed a diaper stuffer inside and folded the diaper over Hayden, her palm once again on the girls crotch, pressing in ever so gently to administer a good feeling to her new baby. She pulled her hand away once more as Hayden’s hips pressed into her palm, taping the diaper snugly on, “Someone’s oh so very naughty tonight, aren’t we?” Her palm patted the girl’s crotch once more and she put her diaper supplies away to Hayden’s demise. Grandmother knew how to keep her new little baby on the brink of stickiness already. It was too easy for her with this one. “Pwease more. I’m still sticky!” Hayden said behind her pacifier, a bit too desperately. “Ah, ah, ah. Who’s the adult here, little baby?” Hayden’s bottom wiggled in anticipation, yet she couldn’t even close her legs, the nighttime diaper was too thick with the added stuffer, which was all part of the Grandmother’s plan. Grandmother Anne Marie stuck her finger into the diaper, checking, “Hm, no more stickiness.” It was a white lie; she’d be here all night if she had told the truth. The girl was excited and no thorough wiping could properly clean the baby, “A good diaper change always does the trick. Time for beddie bye.” Hayden huffed in pure frustration; she had decided she’d just touch herself once she was left alone, simple. The grandmother picked the girl up, bringing her to the twin bed-sized white wooden crib across the room. She then took Hayden’s mittens from earlier and guided Hayden’s hands into them quickly, attaching one of them to a restraint on the side of the crib. Hayden frowned, confused why she was being suddenly immobilized. She was so aroused she didn’t notice what the woman was doing. Anne Marie came over to the other side and roughly took Hayden’s other mittened hand and clipped it to the bar of the crib. Hayden struggled between the mitten cuffs, whimpering, hoping that maybe, just maybe there would be more special touches. The grandmother knew her baby would be mad, so she ignored the noises as she continued. Then, taking fuzzy pink cuffs, she enclosed one her ankles on either side of the crib. Hayden retracted her other leg, keeping it away from the grandmother. “I can make this much worse, and not in a good tingly way, little girl.” Grandmother Anne Marie had her hands on her sides, waiting for the grumpy baby to give her the other ankle. Hayden whimpered, slowly stretching her ankle to the older woman as she captured it in the cuff over her frilly socks. Grandmother knew that Hayden would be up to no good tonight if not to halt her in her tracks before little Hayden could get her satisfaction. Hayden whimpered, “Pwease no, pweaaaaase.” She said behind her paci. Grandmother Anne Marie patted the front of the girl’s diaper before placing a fuzzy blanket over Hayden and tucking her in, “Ah, ah, ah. No more playtime tonight.” The Grandmother teased, “Now go to sleep, naughty one.” Hayden grumbled, frustrated behind her pacifier. Before leaving the room, Grandma Anne Marie turned on the nightlight and switched off the lights completely, leaving Hayden alone as she closed the door softly. Hayden spit out her pacifier in pure frustration as she wiggled under her restraints. Her arms were down by her sides as she tried to reach to her midsection. The restraints were slightly flexible for comfort, yet not flexible enough for her to touch herself. She struggled for about ten minutes and grumbled with a whimper as all she heard was rustling and crinkles in the darkness. She was sweaty after her failed attempts as she looked through the railing in the dark, at her night light that was a fuzzy glowing yellow teddy bear in the corner. Her bed was incredibly soft and comfortable and there was a puffy pillow behind her head. She had a teddy bear in the crib with her and was oh so sticky in her restrained state. Hayden knew she was being naughty, as Grandma Anne Marie said, but she also knew that this wasn’t normal for her. She never felt so on edge, such a need for sexual release. And the Grandmother was playing with her! Ugh. Hayden grumbled, still mad about being restrained. None of it was fair! Hayden was a young woman, and if she wanted to get off, that was none of this Grandmother’s business! She shifted her bottom, feeling the stickiness that grew from the idea of being frustrated. Why did that turn her on more? She knew she was easily turned on by being teased, yet this was a new level. It was like the older woman knew her art well and was tantalizing Hayden without even having to try. Hayden turned her head to the ceiling, her breathing still ragged as she closed her eyes, wanting for the strange woman to come back in and swirl wipes around her little button once more. Sometime much later in the night, after a good cry and many moments of trying to close her thighs to feel the diaper press against her, she fell asleep in her frustrated state.

Thank you very much! Thats completely okay! I feel like my other story is much more plot based and is definitely a very long read and I, personally, wanted a little break from writing it myself, haha. But thank you! Here's another chapter, but I shall be posting another one tonight! ? ~~~ ________________________________________ ~~~ Chapter 6 Hayden shifted as she stood in the bathroom, crossing her arms to cover her breasts as she looked around the large bathroom. The dark wood floor matched the cabinets and the room had a white fluffy rug and white towels with cartoon pine trees on them. The room was decorated so nicely. Most of the rooms were, to Hayden’s knowledge. It amazed her that this magnificent, almost enchanting, grand lodge in the woods existed. Not to mention, a whole different realm existed for the past 20 years of her life that she never knew about. It was truly a beautiful, warm lodge that smelled like sugar cookies and pine trees. Hayden was curious, wanting to explore the huge Lodge yet she was ensnared by Grandmother Anne Marie at the moment. Hayden looked over to a porcelain toilet and a training potty near the toilet. Would she ever be 'potty trained'? Hayden wondered as her toes felt the soft white rug underneath her. She really had no idea what these Grandmothers plans were with her. No one really explained anything to her, for that matter. “Put your arms down, babies don’t have modesty.” She looked at the girl who she caught giving almost an eye roll as Hayden blinked, wanting to say something in response. Hayden took her arms down, acting timid instead. She wasn’t a baby, as much as she wanted to tell Grandmother Anne Marie. She decided against it, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to speak back to this woman just yet. Grandmother Anne Marie went over to her cabinet and pulled out her bowl of ingredients she had mixed together earlier that morning. “Raise both arms in the air like you’re going to fly.” Hayden blushed, still not used to people talking to her like a toddler. She shyly raised both arms, stark naked in front of this older woman. Grandmother Anne Marie walked over to the small girl with a towel and a bowl. The Grandmother had a special cream mixed up for the baby. One to singe off the girl’s hair permanently, little to the young baby’s knowledge. She took her shaving cream brush she used usually for the boys, dipping it into the cream and brushing it on the girls shaven armpits. Although the baby had no hair on her legs nor armpits, the Grandmother used her magical cream to keep her baby’s completely hairless, to where the hair would never grow again in those parts. Hayden shifted, feeling a tingling, almost burning, on her arm pits as the cream was brushed on. The Grandmother took her towel, dipping it into the bath water, and wiping off the cream a minute or two after she applied it. The woman moved to the girls crotch, painting on her shaving cream. Hayden lowered her arms. “Did Grandma say you could lower your arms?” She paused before starting on the girls nether regions. Hayden blinked, trying not to get mad as she sucked it up and rose her arms again, although the Grandmother was done with her armpits. “Arms to your sides and Grandma wants your legs spread apart.” She tapped Hayden’s inner thigh. Hayden huffed, putting down her arms and shifting as her legs were apart. The Grandmother took note of the small flare of attitude, not saying anything just yet. Hayden squirmed, feeling the cream being generously coated in her nether regions and the crevices where hair liked to grow. The Grandmother left it on the girl as she coated the girls lower legs as well. She took the towel, dipping into the warm water and wiping the girl's crotch, hair coming off in a nice swoop. She parted the girls lips, swiping the crevices with the towel quickly, making sure not to hover to long nor near the girls pink button. The Grandmother felt a little quiver of her hips, the girl attempting to get her button touched! The Grandmother almost spanked the girl but refrained, dipping her towel in the bath water and shaking her head with a Tsk. She had a very naughty one on her hands that kept surprising the grandmother. She finished wiping the cream off of the girls legs. Hayden glanced down, seeing her crotch was now hairless, like a baby's. She blushed, acknowledging that she definitely looked like one with and without a diaper now. Ugh. “Now bath time, little one!” The grandmother exclaimed after properly coating the girl with her charmed cream. She took the girls hand, helping her into the tub water. Hayden lowered into the lavender and honey warm bathwater, her skin soaking in the nourishing softener that the Grandmother had dropped in as the water warmed earlier. Hayden’s skin was already so soft and subtle, yet Grandmother Anne Marie liked to keep her baby’s bottoms as soft as real babies. The grandmother took a cup, turning on the faucet and pouring the water over Hayden’s long beautiful dark hair with hints of silver and purple. It was rare to have an ancient elven descent little, yet she didn’t need to know the girl’s ancestors to determine that. The girl had feathers that in her hair for Elven Realm's sake! The Grandmother had only seen that on a select few many years ago and that was an indication of an enchanted kind. As the woman massaged shampoo into the girl’s hair, she had Hayden look down, acting like she was shampooing the back of her head. She brushed back the girl’s hair, glancing at the back of her neck and behind her ear for something she checked for in every single little on their first bath. The Grandmother frowned, her eyes falling on the white, almost imperceptible, mark of the girl’s skin, finding quickly what she was looking for. She had a white very thin lined permanent inking that swirled behind her ear and went down the back of her neck. It couldn’t be, could it? The Grandmother thought to herself, knowing what this would mean. The embroidery of ancient elven magic was upon this girl, one that meant much more than just magic. The grandmother had taken care of a baby much like Hayden many many years before…the Grandmother's eyes grew weary, knowing a new dawn was upon the realm. One that was up to the Grandmothers to save once more.

Thank you for the encouragement Hopsalot and Nicole! I'm more than shy to post chapters with sexual content but... if other people are enjoying it as much as me then I might as well post it, right? Anywho, with everyone commenting so much and the feedback given, I've decided to post two chapters tonight. Please feel free to give more feedback; I'm always reading and listening to what you guys think. It really helps me get a bit out of my comfort zone in giving you guys content you may love as much as I do. Chapter 4 Grandmother Anne Marie took out a white pacifier, plopping it into Hayden’s mouth as she groaned behind it. The Grandma took note of the attitude, acting as if she didn't hear it, but she would assure Hayden would pay a pretty Euruthen coin later for an attitude like that. “She’s so cute I just want to hold her in my arms already!” Whitney exclaimed near Hayden’s side. “Cute but viscious. Be careful, Whitney.” Grandma Anne Marie warned, as her fingers poked into Hayden’s diaper. Hadn’t Saul already told the Grandmothers that she was dry? Why was she checking now? Hayden shifted, feeling a finger brushing too close to her privates. “Does she need a change?” Whitney clapped beside Hayden in excitement. Grandmother Anne Marie sighed, looking through her glasses out the window, “Not yet.” She felt a stickiness in Hayden’s diaper though, one that she knew many new babies had. Most littles, when taken to this realm, had a side effect of increased excitement, or the adult word called libido, little to their knowledge. One that made them more… willing to be diapered and changed at times. A little too willing, if you asked Grandmother Anne Marie. The babies were innocent, but sometimes had more desires other than baby thoughts. Naughty thoughts, that is. They were adults, sent away to be babied after all, it was only natural for a baby to get sticky. To Grandma Anne Marie, it was cute to watch them fidget, knowing that they were sticky inside the diaper. Admittedly, she liked to tease them, giving them a special diaper change but not giving them what they truly desired. It was a game she loved to play, time and time again. Hayden would grow to love special diaper changes and her treats…that’s if she was a good girl. Grandma Anne Marie gave treats to good girls and boys, but they had to earn it first. Hayden fidgeted, feeling the older woman’s finger touching something that was sticky in her diaper. She made sure not to moan when she checked the diaper. She was hot and bothered, for absolutely no logical reason. Hayden had zero to no sex drive before this day, what had suddenly happened as she entered this realm? She was dressed like a baby, feeling tingly on her skin underneath the diaper, easily excited to the touch. It was as if someone rubbed sexual enhancement cream on her flower. She shook off the thoughts, trying to distract herself as she looked out the windows of the van. What was this place? The ‘Elven Realm’ as that guy called it. What did that mean? She thought as she stared at the beautiful land, untouched by an industrial revolution and commercial sales. There were cabins and subdivisions sprinkled around. If no one told her that she was in a different realm, she’d still believe that she was in the old ‘mundane’ realm. Hayden could feel her bladder losing the fight. She hadn’t peed in… hours, wasn’t it? Hayden didn’t know how long it had been since she was taken, yet she could only assume, by her bladder, that it had been long. She squirmed as the women chatted, not acknowledging the new little. “I heard Phoebe will be adopted by the Fowler’s.” Grandma Anne Marie said, her hands cupped on her long dress as she noticed Hayden moving. Grandma Anne Marie knew her babies well enough that this little one was about to tinkle. “Oooh, isn’t that nice? They make the best casserole in the Four Seasons. She’ll be a happy girl.” Grandma Eleanor said, thinking about the baked goods. Hayden dropped the pacifier, whimpering, “Uh- excuse me.” The women stopped speaking, looking to her, “Can I use the restroom? Please?” She asked, shifting uncomfortably. Grandma Whitney brushed Hayden’s hair behind her ear, “Aweeee, you little cutie pie,” She picked up the pacifier rolling on the van’s floor, “That’s what your diapee is for.” She had a honey sweet voice that Hayden thought was pleasant, although she didn’t agree with what she was saying. Hayden pulled on the straps of her seat in desperation, “Look, I think you have the wrong person.” She shook her head, “I’m a student attending the University of Chicago. I’m going for my doctorate and have only a few years left. I have a sister and friends who will know I’m gone-“ Grandma Anne Marie had enough of the grumpy little’s protests and took the pacifier from Grandma Whitney, shoving it in Hayden’s mouth. She shook her head, “Tsk, tsk.” Her voice was older, with a country twinge and was foreboding in a sweet, grandmotherly way, “We know who you are. We know you’re a smart young girl, with ambition and..." Her old eyes narrowed, choosing her words carefully, "spunk." She paused, eyes studying the girl, "None of that matters here. Your old life is done, this will be your new one, Hayden.” Hayden looked into the grandma’s older blue eyes, behind the circle rimmed glasses. This woman wasn’t even old enough to be a grandma. Hayden would guess around the age of 60, maybe even late 50’s. Her dark blonde and white curly hair was the only thing that aged her. She had wrinkles, yet her face looked younger, plump. These other women were in their 50’s and one of them, the really nice one, Hayden could only guess was in her 40’s. They weren’t old, yet they all held a wiseness to them that Hayden never came across in people before. Hayden felt sad as she looked down, not saying anymore. Her captors were sweet-looking older women and she began tearing up behind her pacifier. Hayden never had a mother, father nor grandparents for that matter. She didn’t hold the highest respect for elderly, yet she felt that it would be wise to start that now, since she was a captive of the Grandmothers. This woman’s eyes were serious as Hayden began crying softly and Grandma Anne Marie smiled. This little just had a wall built up from being human for so long. Elders like the Grandmothers knew she would break. Grandma Anne Marie patted her new baby’s leg, “Shhh, it’s okay.” She paused, Hayden not looking at her, “We want you to enjoy your new life. Look, little baby,” She cupped Hayden’s chin in her hand, making the little girl’s green eyes look into her own, “no more worries about the world. You’re set free, no more big girl chores or roles. Endless food, treats. Exciting adventures. Creativity you can tap into once again. Toys, little things you forgot about as a big girl. You will be able to explore curiously again, within the rules of course, but you have to be a good girl. We’ll work to make you happy, but first, you need to show us we can trust you.” Hayden blinked back more tears, understanding that she’d have to stop resisting and just, against her better judgement, let go. Chapter 5 Hayden shifted, quietly suckling her pacifier on the ride to wherever they were going. She closed her eyes, feeling tinkles of pee in her diaper, warming her crotch and bottom. More tinkles escaped and she was wetting herself completely. “What story are we reading for the littles tonight?” Eleanor asked, looking in her mirrors as they backed into the log cabin’s garage. “I wanted to read them Harry Potter, but you two were against that idea.” Grandma Whitney sighed. “Well, it’s too action-filled for a night-time story. I don’t mind when they read it on their own, but not at night.” Grandma Eleanor said. “Beauty and the Beast it is.” Grandma Anne Marie said, undoing Hayden’s straps as she helped Hayden out of the car seat. Once Grandma Anne Marie got out of the car, she motioned for Hayden to come to her. Hayden waddled over, feeling the diaper’s weight droop behind her as she outstretched her arms, Grandma Anne Marie picking her up almost effortlessly. Hayden was left surprised that this woman could hold her, only being about a foot taller than Hayden. Hayden looked at the other women, dawning on her that they were all taller than Hayden’s 5’2 stature. It was almost as if magic gave this woman strength. Hayden winced as the grandma squished her diaper, “Oh someone’s in need of a diaper change already!” Hayden blushed, hiding her face into the woman’s shoulder. She took in this woman’s scent… an apple cinnamon smell reached her nose. Interesting, Hayden thought. That wasn’t at all what she was expecting. Whitney walked behind them, “Aw! The baby made her first tinkle, didn’t she?!” She tickled Hayden’s neck. Hayden shied away, nuzzling more into Grandma Anne Marie. They walked into the warm, inviting cabin, greeted by the babysitters and a few littles waddling around. “Grandma Whitney! Look what I made today!” Little Phoebe said, showing her little handcrafted marshmallow tree hut on a plate. Hayden opened one eye, meeting a full-grown girls who was acting like a child in only a pull-up and a blue baby doll t-shirt. Hayden was, quite honestly, a bit jealous of this girl. The girl was wearing a pull-up and not a thick diaper like Hayden was. “Hi, I’m Phoebe!” She exclaimed, being polite. Hayden groaned, hiding back into Grandma Anne Marie. “Did I say something wrong?” Phoebe said to Grandma Whitney, eyes beginning to water. Grandma Whitney cooed her, “No, you didn’t. She’s just shy is all.” Grandmother Anne Marie didn't speak, yet she knew that this little was not 'shy' in any way, shape or form; she was a brat, nothing more, nothing less. “Guys, guys! There’s a new girl!” A few littles began jumping up and down. Hayden didn’t look, too embarrassed. Her diaper was wet and she just wanted to hide under a rock. “No running!” Grandma Anne Marie yelled to the boys running below the staircase she began walking up. She sighed, knowing full-well that everyone would be gawking at the new baby in the home. As much as everyone called it a ‘school’, it was really a home to Grandma Anne Marie. The house had rules, that were meant to be followed of course. It was rare to get a new baby, most of them were toddlers or young children in the making to be the age of a preschooler, after all. Grandma Anne Marie was, admittedly, excited for this new addition when she heard the news. She liked having a baby in her house. It was endearing and made her content, giving the grandmother a new sense of purpose. Of course, it was expected she’d have a sticky baby on her hands. Hayden came from a long lineage of them that Grandma Anne Marie had dealt with in her many years of being a Grandmother and it was hard to forget such a… different type of little. Quite a handful, at that. She suggested that Hayden would be assigned to be treated like the age of a baby because she knew, all-to-well, about her ancestor’s history. Littles were most commonly assigned to be trained like toddlers or preschoolers, yet Hayden was a rare case. She was of an ancient elven descent, that only Anne Marie and a few other elders knew. She would make sure to extend Hayden’s time at the lodge, being able to play with the baby a little longer than necessary. Grandma Anne Marie knew the young girl was on the naughty list already, and would make sure she was treated as such. Grandma Aunt Marie didn’t give special treats to anyone else but her babies, not even to her toddlers or preschoolers. That was her one restriction. It was a secret only the baby pacified would know, to the grandma’s satisfaction. It was an ancient tradition of the Grandmothers that only they kept to themselves; hence why babies always wanted to come back. It was the answer to the mystery that consumed the elders outside of the lodge. Elders around the world wondered how the Grandmothers dealt with unruly brats and turned them into good little babies. Only the three Grandmothers knew what to do with the bad littles. Hayden was laid down on a large wooden table, with a white mattress laid inside it, and a soft baby print over the mattress with a towel draped across it. Grandma Anne Marie didn’t bother closing the door as she began undressing Hayden, taking off her jean jacket, shirt and bra. She slowly untaped the diaper, folding it back and sighing as she pulled gigantic wipes out of her warmer, “Tsk, tsk, a baby that has hair down there. What are we going to do about that?” Hayden felt cold on the table as she blushed. She wiped the girl’s inner thighs, taking note that her button was slightly pink and warm, sticking out with wetness. Grandmother Anne Marie placed the wipes in the diaper, placing them on her sweet spot and pressing in as Hayden’s hips wiggled. She held the wipes in place as she folded the diaper back over her, retaping the dirty diaper gently. “Mmph.” Hayden let out a small moan, wanting the older woman to continue, yet woman walked away, as if she didn’t hear Hayden moan. The mysterious woman, that almost reminded the young girl of Mrs. Claus, walked away. She wondered why she decided to retape a dirty diaper on Hayden? It wasn’t normal, yet it made Hayden more excited as she laid there, wanting more. Was it weird that Hayden wanted to rub herself with a dirty diaper on? The warm, wet wipes made her excited and the squishy diaper heightened the arousal. Grandmother Anne Marie started a bath in the next room with a smile. She knew her new baby was excited, apparent by the wiggle of her hips, but the baby wouldn’t be getting her sweet release anytime soon, she’d make sure of it. Hayden laid there, embarrassed by her sudden turned on state. She was 22 years old, wanting this older woman to give her more. Was that wrong? Hayden blushed, looking at the white puffy clouds painting on the walls above her, thoughtfully. What had gotten into her? Her delicate flower wanted to be touched, tingling under the wipes, making them more damp. She was frustrated, sexually. Hayden had masturbated, maybe once or twice a week from the stress of college, but that required reading a few erotic pieces online to get her into the mood. She knew that it was healthy to ‘get off’ but she had never been this bothered and frustrated before especially with people she didn’t know. She felt sticky, in a very good way. To her knowledge, she NEVER got that excited that she was sticky to the point where she could coat a napkin from excitement. Hayden wanted a diaper change, with attention given to her private parts, but she knew that was a far throw with a stranger who was more than twice her own age. In the past, she had a boyfriend… and also a few girlfriends in the past years but they couldn’t even make her this excited. She had always dated matured men and women, one she had a fling with was about 45 years old, but never a woman this mature. Maybe it was the idea of this woman that made her hot and bothered… or maybe it was the medicine she was given earlier? Or maybe… she had a diaper fetish? Hayden almost laughed at herself from the thought. Then, her mind buzzed… did she? Did she like the diapers and wipes deep down? Her bottom shifted as she felt her excitement. She blushed, was that the culprit? This wasn’t normal, that was for sure. Hayden wanted to touch herself, yet this stranger was coming back any second and she couldn’t risk the embarrassment. “Okay little one, lets clean you a bit, hm?” Hayden tried to not act so excited, but deep down, she wanted much much more than just to be cleaned. Grandma Anne Marie opened the diaper, calculatedly slow, as she picked up the wipes, beginning at the girl’s inner thighs and slowly wiping. Hayden suckled her pacifier, looking up at the ceiling as she awaited the woman to go in to her sweet spot. To her demise, the grandma stopped, not even wiping the girl’s wet inner parts. She took Hayden’s ankles up and slowly wiped the girls bottom, carefully avoiding touching her sweet spots again. Hayden blinked, noticing the Grandmother didn't touch her sensitive areas. Grandmother Anne Marie smiled, knowing all too well she had this baby in the palm of her hands. The grandma wanted to make sure the girl would look forward to more diaper changes and knew by not touching her inner tiny parts, she’d keep little Hayden on edge. The woman loved keeping her babies in the state of frustration, especially the naughty ones like Hayden. Hayden closed her eyes, wanting so so badly to feel the wetness on her tiny button. She was sooo sticky, why wasn’t the woman cleaning her? She wondered. The grandma rolled up the wipes in the diaper and threw them in the trash can. Hayden suckled on her pacifier as Grandma Anne Marie left the girl naked on the table as she walked back to the bath she drew, making sure it was the right temperature. Hayden squirmed, touching herself quickly, realizing she couldn’t wait any longer. She touched her stickiness that the woman didn’t clean. She just wanted to touch herself for a second is all to get some type of satisfaction. It couldn't hurt, right? Grandma Anne Marie turned, acting as if she forgot something, a surprised look on her face as she saw the girl's finger touching the area the Grandmother purposefully didn't wipe, “And what do you think you’re doing, young girl?” Her hands were on her hips. That was quick, Hayden thought in panic. It was as if she were trying to catch little Hayden in the act. To Grandmother Anne Marie's satisfaction, this was the best scenario to pan out to set poor Hayden up for events the grandmother planned for later. “Nuffin.” Hayden mumbled behind her pacifier, drawing back her hand across her bare chest. “One of the rules here is that masturbation is prohibited. You’re a baby and babies don’t do that. That’s how you get yourself on the naughty list and you seemed to have already placed yourself on that quite quickly.” Grandma Anne Marie scolded her, warmth traveling up to Hayden’s face in humiliation. Hayden wasn’t even going to masturbate, she just wanted to have something touch her. Little did Hayden know, Grandma Anne Marie wanted to catch her. Such a naïve, yet cute, little girl, Grandma Anne Marie thought to herself. Hayden fell into her plan quite easily, knowing that she had a naughty girl under her care. Tsk, tsk, poor little Hayden, she truly didn’t know what Grandma Anne Marie had in store for her yet.

So... I know some people don't associate ABDL with sexual desires and I can completely understand because I'm like that half of the time... but, my DL side has gotten the best of me in this story and I've finally given in to writing a few scenes of that nature so I thought a warning would be appropriate for these next few or more if any of y'all wanted to stop reading before we get into that neck of the woods. I personally enjoy reading ABDL stories with erotic twists and turns on this site so it's only time to add to it. To summarize: This story is going to delve into scenes of a sexual nature in the next few chapters, so be warned if you aren't into that sort of thing. Chapter 3 The refreshment attendant peaked into the cabin as Hayden pulled down her shirt, trying to cover her exposed diaper. Saul smacked away Hayden’s hand as the attendant spoke, “First stop is a Whickamore. Second is at Aeradon. Any juice I can get your baby?” The woman smiled and waved her hand at Hayden. Hayden became red again, embarrassed that this stranger was treating her like a baby... as if she knew? Was Hayden on an episode of Punk’d? Were these paid actors and everyone was getting paid good money to treat her like an infant? She felt so small and belittled and it was undermining all that she worked on for in the past few years. “Apple juice, thank you.” Saul said, bouncing Hayden on his lap as she looked out the window in embarrassment. Apple juice? She didn’t even want that. Ugh. The woman handed Saul an apple juice box and Saul gave her an Eruthen coin to pay. He stuck the straw through the box and handed it to Hayden, who looked down at it. Saul sighed, shaking his head, “You are going to have fun with the Lodge, aren’t you?” He tickled her sides and she smiled, holding back her laughs. Hm, grumpy? Saul thought, frowning. She probably needed another nap, but he chose to tell the grandma’s that once they checked in at the Boarding Lodge. Most bratty littles were sent there, hand selected by the elders to be trained to become good little girls and boys. Saul didn't know what the Grandmothers' secrets were, but they worked well. Saul brought the straw up to her mouth and she hesitated, meeting his watchful eyes. She leaned in, suckling the straw as she drank. She was thirsty, but she didn’t want to give Saul anymore victories. He already spanked her, diapered her and was now making her drink from a juice pack. Could it get any worse? Saul set the juice pack on the counter as he cradled her, patting the bottom of her diaper. Hayden blushed, trying to not think about what she was wearing. She did feel the need to use the restroom and there was a... stickiness in her nether regions. Why was she sticky with excitement? She blushed at the thought, shaking it away quickly. Another thought dawned on her: how was she supposed to use the restroom? Surely, he wouldn’t make her use the diaper right? She didn’t want to ask. Saul seemed to like her embarrassment in some twisted way and she didn’t want to make matters worse. Her head rested on his chest. She was tense, her shoulders strained and neck hurting from trying to not nuzzle into him or lay on him fully. Hayden decided she didn’t like Saul, although he was suddenly being nice and comforting. She finally let her body relax; her muscles were becoming sore anyhow and she didn’t know how much longer she could stay strained. Hayden’s eyes grew heavy as she looked out the window, seeing a mountain range and a village they passed that had smoke stacks coming out of it’s chimneys. Trees and mountains scattered behind the village that had a hefty layer of snow. Hayden was only wearing a jean jacket, a shirt and a diaper. Unless Saul planned on giving back her leggings, it was going to be freezing when she stepped outside. Saul watched as Hayden’s eyes closed, her breathing slowing. His grey, tired eyes traced her long dark lashes and pink pouty lips. She was a very beautiful little from her prominent yet puffy cheekbones to her furrowed eyebrows and youthful skin. She was a mix of sorts. Bratty, stubborn, loveable, clever, playful, possibly cuddly. One that a daddy, mommy or any caretaker would be lucky to have. Lucky to have… Did I just think that? Saul thought as his hands traced her leak guards under her bottom. Saul didn’t have his own little. He was an adult and met all requirements to adopt. Of course, he’d have to go through some psychological tests before adopting, but so did every parent in the Elven Realm. Why didn’t he adopt was the real question. Saul never actually considered it… until he was studying a peculiar little in his arms right now. Saul liked the thrill of a chase… yet was it enough? He liked a challenge of a hunt, sure... but when would that get old? It was beginning to feel old and he wanted to settle down eventually and stop traveling so often. He was hardly home; his house was clean but it looked like no one lived there. Saul swore off dating entirely… but that didn’t mean that he felt complete. He was lonely a lot and maybe that’s why he liked assignments because he’d be following a little that could fill that gap for a certain period of time. For a moment, he thought long and hard about it… To think, a little like Hayden in his bed at night, curled up to him. He had issues sleeping at night as it was but he’d almost definitely sleep like a bear with a little like Hayden with him. He shook his head, frowning. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t get attached to a little. He’d been hunting for the past 5 years and this little wasn’t going to change his job title in one day. It was against the rules, anyways. The little would be presented to a few randomized caretaker families that would choose to adopt. It was a computerized system that couldn’t be adjusted…well, unless you were wealthy… No, nope, Saul was not the type to buy a little. That’d be unlike himself. Completely against his morals. Adoption was a loving process, not a bid at an auction as they say. Someone loving would adopt Hayden, no doubt, Saul thought. Saul shook his head, sighing, worrisome thoughts brewing in his head. He had heard bad, terrible stories of littles. Littles like Hayden required a different sort of attention and a certain caretaker to give punishments when necessary. Some caretakers didn’t know how to deal with littles like her and couldn’t punish their littles well enough to the point where the little became unwanted, unloved and were sent back to some sort of training, or worse, the little looney bin. As a result, someone in the Elven Realm would begin aging, losing immortality when a little became dark, detached. Hayden awoke to being swaddled in a soft, warm blanket as she was picked up. Her eyes opened, feeling a crisp, cold air nip at her nose. She was pressed near Saul’s shoulder, smelling his evergreen scent. She looked behind him, seeing families file out of a train with their… children? She blinked, focusing on one ‘child’ or, I guess, what they’d call ‘little’ with their parents. The little wasn’t that much smaller than their adults. Maybe the adults had a foot over the smaller man they were with who skipped behind them in a happy stupor. The man was Hayden’s height, around 5 foot tall, and followed the parents as if he was almost lost. He was in a bright blue coat and had bear mittens on. He didn’t look like he was in the same scenario as Hayden. He didn’t seem to be treated like a baby or toddler to the extent she was. What was with that? She pondered in her sleepy state. Hayden’s green eyes looked forward, seeing a van with a few older women with long coats looking at her with awaiting inviting smiles. The one that caught Hayden’s eyes had glasses and white and darker blonde, short curly hair with rosy pink cheeks, smiling at Hayden approaching in Saul’s arms. Saul blinked, trying not to feel his emotions. He didn’t want to hand over Hayden, yet he knew she needed training. She needed to know her place, since she would be a baby or, at most, a toddler once training had been finished. It was rare when a little would be chosen to stay a baby or toddler. Most littles would graduate from Grandma’s Boarding Lodge to the Little Training Academy to become a elementary school age or a kid little, yet certain littles like Hayden required a special training. However, the elders had other plans for Hayden. They decided she would make a fine toddler, or baby, and, that required additional training. Extended Grandma’s Boarding Lodge was only for special littles. An elementary or child range little would go to the Little Training Academy after a good week, not to stay at the lodge. Little Hayden truly didn’t know the rough time she would endure very soon if she didn’t follow the rules. Saul kissed Hayden’s soft, thick hair. “Isn’t she precious?” Grandma Anne Marie pinched her cheek and Hayden glared back. Grandma Anne Marie gasped, “What a grumpy girl! Someone already needs a nap, huh?” Hayden stared at her, noticing how plump she was, yet carried a wise voice as she looked at the young girl. “Maybe she needs a change!” Grandma Whitney said, giddy for the new little as she stood beside Anne Marie. She was always the ‘more liked’ grandma of the tri-fecta. She always coddled new littles to Grandma Anne Marie’s scrutiny. She loved Whitney like a sister, but it always made her question her fellow grandma, wondering why she always had to be so forgiving to bad littles. Grandma Anne Marie was a bit jealous of Whitney. Whitney was the youngest one of them, middle aged with light blonde and white hair that was long and braided in a pony tail. She was the most loving of the three, for certain. It was as if Grandma Anne Marie and Whitney played good cop bad cop and, to Anne Marie’s distaste, she was always the bad cop. Saul patted Hayden’s diaper, “No, she’s still dry. She’s been grumpy since we got her.” He winked at Anne Marie, knowing she’d get the hint that Hayden was just sassy, not grumpy. Saul climbed into the van, unwrapping Hayden and placing her in the car seat, strapping the new little into the gigantic seat. Hayden’s mouth gaped at the baby car seat as she was placed down. This must be a nightmare, I’ll wake up soon right? Hayden told herself as she felt two straps pulled over her shoulders and clicking into the buckles near her crotch, pressing on her diaper. She shifted, feeling an odd tingling... between her legs. Nope, there was no way she was feeling excited in a fucking diaper, she thought, blushing. Grandma Eleanor took Hayden’s hand, slipping on a mitten and tightening the band to hold her hand in place. Hayden was in a fog of confusion as Eleanor had already placed one light pink mitten on. Hayden pulled her hand away as Eleanor began on the second hand. Hayden quickly placed her hand underneath her padded bottom, wincing at the noise of a crinkle and remembering her stinging bottom once more. Saul was outside the van, speaking to the other two grandmas about Hayden, watching the scene unfold. Saul said firmly, “Hayden, be a good girl before you get another punishment.” Hayden pouted, shaking her small head sadly as she looked down at the seat that held her captive. Grandma Eleanor grabbed her hand and slipped on the other light pink mitten. “My, my, what an attitude already.” Grandma Eleanor said as she shook her head, reaching back into the diaper bag for socks. “She’s already meeting our expectations thus far. We’ll see how long she wants to keep up an attitude.” Grandma Anne Marie said with a tsk. The elders had warned her that this little was going to be another challenge, one that the grandmas had fixed time and time again. Hayden sat there as Grandma Eleanor placed knee-high white bow socks on Hayden’s feet. The cool winter air nipping at her exposed legs that hung out of the car seat. “What happened to your face, Saul?” Hayden heard Grandma Whitney ask as the vans door was shut. They talked amongst themselves outside as if Hayden couldn’t hear them. Hayden blushed, looking down at her attire in the silence of the van. Her mitten hands pawed at the car seats buckles, nothing unlatching no matter how hard she clawed. She could hear their voices clear from the inside of the van, “The little maced my face.” The grandmothers gasped, surprised. He paused, looking at Hayden pouting in the van, looking ridiculously adorable, “She was dealt with already. Hayden received a well-deserved spanking.” She shifted, hearing them talk outside as the car seat rubbing against her diaper and she moaned, gasping. Why did that feel so good? Hayden thought, embarrassed at her sudden hot and bothered state. “Thank you, Saul. Your work is always appreciated.” Grandma Whitney said, opening the door as they filed into the van. Grandma Eleanor went to the front, getting in the driver’s seat. “Be a good girl to the Grandmothers, Hayden.” Saul winked at Hayden as she pouted, wishing that she’d see him again. Sure, Saul was very physically intimidating, but he was the only familiar face she knew right at the moment. Now, she was being whisked away with these strange older women that called themselves ‘grandmothers’.

I wish it were middle earth! That would be a cool ABDL take haha. Why thank you! You guys are onto my magical hints, so thanks for noticing! Hmm, maybe he could be retiring soon, I guess we'll find out? I was also alluding to the fact that hunters barely see a little nor ever get the chance to take care of one again after the initial hunt, but I like your theory!

Chapter 2 Hayden stirred awake, her heart racing as she felt her body regaining consciousness in a slow pace. She tried to awaken from the fog that took over her brain hours ago as quick as she could, it was dire after all. She still could feel the sting on her bottom when the unfamiliar men pulled down her pants and injected her with something that put her to sleep. Her mind went into a panic as it began to awake more. Was she going to be sex trafficked? Were they going to rape her? Was she going to be murdered? Hayden didn’t know, but these men couldn’t have had good intentions. Her eyes blinked open, feeling a rumble under her and the noise of a whistle from a… train? She pressed her hand into someone, fidgeting up, soon to be quickly held down by the unfamiliar man who she first saw at Starbucks. Hayden began whimpering as she wriggled under him and Saul cradled her in his arms. “Shhhh, shhhhh, little one.” Her eyes blinked back tears as he cooed her, grasping her firmly in his hands. Oh no, she would not be getting away from me this time, Saul thought. “What do you want from me?” Hayden whimpered, looking at the four men in the train cabin with her. Sure, they all looked normal, not what Hayden would deem as ‘bad people’ if she met them well before this day. She considered maybe one or two of them good looking, if not ready to attack them to escape far away. Yet these men wanted something from her or wanted to keep her for some sick purpose. She had met many sex trafficking survivors at the Women’s Center and knew that sex traffickers, rapists and even pyschopaths looked normal. One of the guys on the opposite side of the cabin with bright blue eyes and a shaved head said, “Here, Saul.” He took out a syringe and handed it to the guy holding Hayden down. The most muscular of the guys who had been holding Hayden, Saul, grasped the syringe as he continued to hold her down with one arm. “No, no, no, please, please not again, NO.” Hayden whimpered as one of the other men stood up, helping Saul place her on her stomach as Saul pulled down her pants and underwear, injecting the serum to calm Hayden down. Hayden felt a sting in her bottom and then her pants were pulled back up as tears fell down her face. She was fully expecting to go back to sleep within moments... yet nothing happened. She met Saul’s eyes as she was turned back over. Hayden's eyes caught his red rimmed ones and red spotted face from the mace. He had a handsome face with a sharp nose and light steel rimmed glasses that gave him a matured look. It was a shame that she had to use her defense mechanism on him. If she had to choose to use the mace on anyone in the room, it'd be the guy with the shaved head. Saul had what people considered ‘salt and pepper’ hair for his young age of 29 that was short cropped in almost spikes above his head. He sported a beard that matched his hair nicely. He had a rough look about him in his serious eyes that made most littles not even attempt to try him or be even the slightest bit of bratty to him. Many littles knew his reputation and, if had known Hayden’s acts, would be afraid for her. Hayden was hyperventilating as she licked her lips, feeling parched from her sleep. Saul loosened his grip as she relaxed slightly, catching a glimpse of her hair in wonder. “You dyed my hair while I was… drugged?” Hayden said, turning her once light brown and blonde hair between her fingers. It was a dark brown, with white, almost grey, pieces and flecks of silver catching the light in her hair. What in the hell had happened while she was asleep? All four men began laughing, as if it were an inside joke. As they laughed, Hayden frowned as she began to feel more relaxed. It was becoming apparent whatever they injected her with must have been in the same medicine family as Xanax. Maybe these sex traffickers were trying to drug me to act normal on this train ride, Hayden thought. She shifted on Saul’s lap, uncomfortable. Why was she being held on this stranger’s lap in a cradle-like fashion? It made close to no sense to Hayden. She slowly tried sitting up to sit in the empty spot between them and Saul reaffirmed his grasp. “Ah, ah, ah, stay.” He said as if Hayden were a pet. Her face became blank. She had never been treated in such a condescending manner before. How rude, she thought. She stopped fidgeting, sighing in defeat. To Saul’s liking, he smiled at her attempts to escape his grasp. He wanted to make sure she knew her place quickly with him, even if they didn’t have any dialect. Conrad wanted, so badly, to be the one to hold her when she awoke, but Saul didn’t and wouldn’t allow it. This little maced him, the least he could do is manipulate her to the best of his ability before she was admitted into Grandma's Boarding School. He loved poking at littles who didn’t know their place yet, especially ones who were on the brattier spectrum. “When go through the portal to the Elven Realm, that’s when a little’s genetics become unmasked from the Mundane Realm.” Hayden’s naturally pouty lips fell into a line. “I get that I’m drugged, but I’m not that naïve.” She said, with an attitude that was not to Saul’s liking. Saul looked at her small eyebrows furrowing, considering turning her onto her tummy again and placing a few good swats on her bottom. He sighed, refraining from his instinctual response. It was too soon to spank her and he didn’t want to culture-shock her until the time was right. “Watch your attitude.” Saul said slowly to plant the first seed of fear in Hayden. He wanted her to make sure she knew who to be afraid of between him and his fellow hunters. “Let me go or else.” She wriggled underneath Saul. To Saul’s surprise, she wasn’t understanding his threats clearly enough. “Hayden, do you want a spanking?” Saul said, grunting as he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinning them against the wall. His other arm pinning her thighs down so she was immobile. She gulped, staring up to him in distress. “How do you know my name?” She asked. Saul was caught off guard from the question. She was very intelligent, that he knew. He just wasn’t expecting such a question from someone so…cute and innocent looking. Littles were deceiving, Saul tended to forget that easily. “We’re little hunters. It’s part of the job to know our target thoroughly.” Aaron said, looking out the window. What happened to mystery? Saul thought. And it wasn’t even their target. They were only supposed to be backup if things got out of hand. Hayden shifted as Saul let go and scooped her back up, letting her sit up a little bit more in his lap. Hayden’s mind rattled, wondering if she heard the guy right… “Did you just say… little hunters?” Saul sighed, he’d been on too many assignments to be irritated with the common questions every new little had. He had answered them hundreds of times and would let the other guys take over on this one. “Yes.” Conrad responded. Hayden cracked a smile, making Saul’s eyes light up. To his surprise, once again, she giggled, “So… you guys are considered tiny so that’s why you are named ‘Little Hunters’?” She laughed at her own joke in her dazed state. Saul smiled, finding it humorous as Conrad, Aaron and Chester acted unphased, almost annoyed. Technically, to Saul, Conrad, Aaron and Chester were the ‘tinier guys’ in the hunter divisions. Saul knew they were new to hunting, immature at that, and had only had a few successful captures without need for reinforcements. Hayden wasn’t finished, “Are there gatherers as well?” Saul stifled a laugh, coughing instead. After all, a few hours before he was sprayed with mace and could still play off the act. This little was surprising, in an entertaining way. She was making jokes of his coworkers and he was enjoying every moment. She was condescending which did require a reprimand, yet this little had piqued Saul’s interest, still witty even with her captors she knew nothing about. Conrad stuttered, “N-no.” He cleared his throat, “You are a little. We hunt for little ones like you.” Saul was still getting a kick out of seeing Conrad getting caught off guard by such a feisty little. Didn’t he get it already? Only Saul could give this little a dose of her own medicine, not the Radder, Aaron nor Chester. None of them had the experience nor careful hands for such a little. Although Conrad was once Saul’s apprentice not so long ago, that didn’t mean Saul's wisdom rubbed off on him in the slightest. Her face became serious, “Like sex trafficking?” Everyone bursted out laughing… well, besides Hayden. “No. You were born here and it was time for you to come back.” Hayden rolled her eyes, “Sure, I was born in a different ‘realm’ and the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus is real.” She sat up more on Saul’s lap, losing care that she was wiggling around on him like a child. One of the men with ginger hair, Aaron, gasped, “For certain, one baby is getting coal for Christmas.” Hayden cocked her head to the side, feeling something itchy behind her ear, distracted from this man calling her a ‘baby’. She grasped the culprit beneath her thick wavy locks, noting that it pulled on her head. She squinted, looking down at a… feather? From her head? She grasped a handful of hair in concern, pulling it from behind her. A few white and brown feathers, more greyish strands of soft waves and purple low lights scattered her dark brown hair. Her hair was beautiful in some strange woodsy way. She wanted to look in a mirror, yet there were none around. If this were all true, then what else changed about her? She wondered. Saul watched her from behind, eyes trailing to her backside that had lace panties sticking out. One of Saul’s pet peeves was when a little tried to look ‘sexy’ in the mundane world, attempting to act older than they really were. Not to mention, little Hayden was on his lap, not padded, and could wet herself on him at any moment and he would be left infuriated. He sighed, “Can one of you hand me the diaper bag? I’m not waiting any longer.” Hayden gasped as she heard his words and he picked her up in a swoop, almost as if she were as light as a puppy. Saul was strong and it was easy for him to move littles as he pleased. It would take the strength of Conrad and his two friends to hold Hayden down to the same regard that Saul could. He laid Hayden on her back on the train cabins seat as she began protesting, “What did you just say?” She laid on her back, looking up to his towering figure looming over her. Conrad stood up, “Hey, she’s mine, not yours to diaper.” Hayden squinted in confusion as she looked from Saul to Conrad. Diaper? What were they talking about? Hayden thought, laying there not knowing what to do. “She was my target to begin with. You decided to show up when back-up wasn’t necessary and I have multiple incidences that I could have reported you on in which I still haven’t.” Saul said, annoyed. Of course Conrad was making a scene in front of a little.Ugh, the amount of stupidity this guy had, Saul thought. “Without me you would have been still sitting in the alley with mace in your face, buddy.” Conrad said, becoming agitated. Hayden suppressed a smile, trying to stifle a giggle but it still came out. “Don’t think you’re getting out of your punishment for that, Hayden.” Hayden gulped as she laid there, going silent. Punishment? What exactly did he mean? She crossed her arms over her chest, uncomfortable to the thought. Conrad looked to Aaron and Chester, “Let’s go to the other cabin, boys. Saul can deal with the bratty toddler by himself.” He paused after Aaron and Chester left, “Do me a favor and don’t call me when you’re having issues.” Saul rolled his eyes, scratching his stubble, “Yeah, I think I can handle one little by myself, thanks for the offer, bud.” Hayden blushed. Surely, they weren’t talking about her? Bratty? Toddler? Little one?She didn’t understand all of these references to child-like things. She was an adult, not a baby. She was in a calm stupor from the medicine, sure, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand what was going on. She wanted to leave, go home to her apartment, yet she was trapped. Heck, she didn’t even know what state she was in, nor if she was even considered to be on Earth as it was. After the three men left, Saul turned his back, looking in the cabin shelf. Hayden decided to take the chance. She moved quickly, lunging to the cabin door as Saul had his back turned. Saul rose his eyebrows, as if he were humored at her attempt to run. As Hayden’s hand grasped the train cabins door, she felt her feet leave the ground as Saul picked her up by her armpits. She kicked in the air, but to no avail, her petite legs just flailed like a toddler's throwing a tantrum. Saul roared in a laugh at her failed attempt. He placed her underneath one arm as she kicked and screamed, without any remorse from Saul. He grabbed the diaper bag and flung it to the floor, sitting on the green cabin seating. Hayden was thrown over Saul’s lap, the wind being knocked out of her as her bottom was raised in the air and her pants and panties were taken down in a heartbeat. “SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE NO, PLEASE!” She screamed bloody murder as she still fought Saul’s strong hold grip on her waist. He grunted, as she elbowed him in the stomach. Yep, that one hurt, Saul thought as he decided to begin his swats to her bottom without any hesitation. At first, Hayden gasped in shock when he landed his first spank. She didn’t understand that she was screaming at the top of her lungs, yet no one came to her help. She could have been murdered and apparently the people on this train gave no fucks. She wriggled under him as he kept his grip, nearly tearing into her tiny side because she was fighting so hard against him. One of them was going to let up and stop fighting, and Saul knew it was going to be her. Her screams stopped and turned into wailing. After a few minutes, she stopped moving, just whimpering in self-pity. She was weak, and no match for this strong man who must have had bones of steel because she couldn’t even nudge him. Hayden gave up, accepting her defeat as she felt stinging pain in her bottom. This Saul guy must have been a pro spanker, because he knew the perfect timing to alternate buns. Once one buttock was stinging to the point of numbness, he’d switch to the other when that one had regained feeling. The spanking seemed like it was never ending until she had no tears left to cry and her cheeks were stained red from embarrassment. After what felt like countless hours of a spanking, Saul ceased his merciless reign of spanking champion, seeing the Hayden was limp. Saul knew that these next moments were important. It was critical for littles to be chastised, yet the aftercare was the most important part. If a little didn’t feel love for a long period of time, then the Realm’s immortal vitality would dissipate. Saul helped Hayden up. Hayden stood with her pants on the ground, so overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions that she could only look at the ground, holding her hands in front of her nether regions. Saul paused, knowing full well that every new little had modesty that he loved stripping down until they were a puddle of helplessness. He almost had Hayden there, and maybe, she wouldn’t need as much training one he was done with her. Saul pulled Hayden close to him, tilting her chin up to look through his glasses, into his grey eyes, “What do you have to say for yourself, missy?” Hayden frowned, once again confused. Why was she being treated like a child? Of course she knew what to say, yet she didn’t want to say it because this situation was not fair in ANY context. She had rights and it wasn’t okay to treat any human like this. Her lips trembled, seeing his serious expression, “I-I’m sorry.” Saul’s eyes narrowed, looking at her puffy lips and cheeks then back into her moss green eyes, “Mhm, for what?” Hayden’s eyes looked confused, then seeing his red puffy eyes she remembered what happened earlier. “For spraying your face with mace.” She said, almost breathlessly. Saul pulled her by her jean jacket collar closer to him, kissing her forehead as she squinted at his dark blue jeans in confusion. Why was he kissing my forehead after that? She thought. “I forgive you, baby.” He touched her cute little cheek with a smile, “Now let’s get a diaper on you.” He loved saying the word ‘diaper’ to a new little. They hated it and he cherished the reaction each and every time. Hayden’s mouth gaped open as she stood there, her face going to a deeper shade of red. She whimpered as Saul stood, turning and pushing Hayden on the seating. She laid down in pure defeat, feeling a new wave of pain from her red bottom touching the hard seat. Hayden was giving up care because she had no other choice. She was going to do whatever this ‘Saul’ guy wanted because she was just a ball of Play-Doh that he could form into anything he wanted at this point. Hayden stared up at the wooden ceiling in the train cabin, wondering where they were headed to. She was so caught up in the events in the cabin that she hadn’t had a chance to begin worrying. She jumped as she felt Saul grab her ankles, raising her knees near her face in a swift motion as a fluffy white diaper was slid under her. She felt the soft padding and closed her eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare. There was no way this was real, maybe just a dream right? Hayden thought, hoping she was hallucinating. She felt tickles and a soft coolness sprinkle her bottom and then her legs were lowered. The smell of powder hinted the air and Hayden tried not to smell. She made the mistake of looking down as Saul meticulously patted in the powder in her delicate areas. He caught her glance with a crooked smile, savoring her humiliation. He took his time delicately sprinkling powder into every crevice to thoroughly enjoy this moment. He loved diaper changes the most. It filled the void in his heart that made his job worth every minute, every second. This was the first and last time he’d be changing Hayden’s diaper, so why not enjoy the sweet torment that she would endure? Hayden made a small gasp as the diaper was slowly folded over her front, feeling the sudden thickness between her thighs. The leak guards tickled her inner thighs and Saul taped the diaper on as snugly as he could, patting the front after he was finished and admiring his work, soaking in the new little’s complete humiliation. Hayden felt tiny, very much like a child…no, a baby. The way she was being cooed. The thick padding between her legs. The odd sense of comfort in accepting the embarrassment of the situation. She felt so young, so… cute? Ugh. She loathed the thought. She was, not even hours before, a stong, independent woman who lived alone in her Chicago apartment but was now reduced to a… toddler. Hayden sniffled, one last tear going down her face. This couldn’t be real, could it?

Why thank you! The next chapter shall be out a bit later today! Why thank you for the heads up! I actually wrote this chapter in first person and didn't like it so I changed it all and a few things slipped my editing, lol? And this is not a 'Diaper Dimension' story. It could have been subconsciously inspired by that but I have never fully read a diaper dimension tale so I have little to no experience in writing one, haha. Maybe some aspects are drawn from that, but this is more of an ABDL cliche story so I guess it would naturally seem like a diaper dimension one. In the next chapter, it will make a little more sense very very soon what 'realm' their in.

So...uh... this wasn't planned to start writing a mini-series story...but I had a dream about this and naturally had to spend half a day writing a few chapters to share with you all. I have been writing for I, Rayne Griff, but I've been immersed in a new world that I really wanted to write for. My creative outlet has recently went to this and I apologize if anyone is awaiting the next chapter of I, Rayne Griff. I usually don't write in third person, but I decided to give it a shot, and so far, I've fallen in love with it. I love reading feedback on my stories so please let me know if you like this and I'll try to post more sooner rather than later, haha. Without further ado, enjoy☺️ The Little Hunters Chapter 1 The hunter’s light grey eyes traced a young girl’s long, light brown hair, with twists of blonde laying in spirals down her back as he sat at Starbucks Coffee. From a distance, he studied her bright green eyes greedily reading the book in front of her, not paying attention to the world around her. She was naturally beautiful, yet she wore makeup that was too mature for her tiny stature. Adorable. Saul thought to himself as he looked back at his newspaper, as if Saul hadn’t seen her profile before and had been watching her for the past few weeks. This target wasn’t an easy one; a few of the other hunters had been warned and Saul decided to take on another tough assignment. Nothing new to him, his usual type of littles he liked to hunt. He had been carefully studying this little for some time, wondering where she slept, who she was. Her name was Hayden Aragon. Strikingly intelligent. 4.0 GPA in high school, part of the top 10 percentile in her class, and a 3.9 GPA in college graduating with her pre-med degree to pursue her doctorate in Psychology. Too bad where she’s going that wouldn’t matter. Of course, she was like every other difficult little he had studied and watched before. Young, quick-witted, bratty, curious. Nothing different than the others and would be trained accordingly once captured of course. Saul placed down his newspaper, sipping black coffee as he looked across the coffee shop, eyeing her again underneath his glasses. He looked at her attire, smirking at the concept. Black leggings and a jean jacket over her white shirt. It was humorous to Saul, knowing where he came from, that’s not what babies were allowed to wear. Yet, in the mundane world littles walked around as adults. It was so laughable to him that they really thought they were adults. That was his favorite part of the hunt. When a little is placed in a diaper for the first time and learns their place. The blush on his or her face. The oh so sudden shyness following their new attire. That moment never seemed to disappoint him. Saul longed for that in every little he hunted. The moment he knew my job was complete, onto the next. It was bittersweet, sad even. The little he hunted and watched for so long is the same little he wouldn’t see again, only to walk past them in the store or at a park. She looked up, her green eyes meeting Saul’s for the first time since he’d been watching her, looking at her for a moment too long. He blinked, realizing that he had slipped in his game. Saul didn’t make mistakes often, but this was one he was experienced enough to know better by now. Hayden looked down, back at her book, as if she didn’t know he was watching her. Her composure changed completely, her face, serious. Hayden slowly closed her book, grabbing her keys as she slung her satchel over her shoulder. Saul watched her as she turned away from him, keys firmly grasped in her hand, locked between her middle finger and second finger like a weapon. Saul sighed, taking off his glasses with a smile at how cute she looked, thinking she could undermine him. He felt excitement coarse through him: Saul liked a challenge. This assignment was already presenting to be one, which he completely loved every moment of. Hayden walked out of the coffee shop, down the street. She had walked here from her apartment in the city so he knew she had a length of a walk before getting to her room safely. Little did she know, she wouldn’t be seeing her apartment after today. Saul picked up pace behind her on the street, feeling the tranquilizer in the pocket of his jacket. Saul didn’t want to put her to sleep, but he couldn’t have another scene be made in the mundane realm. He already had two write ups for that and didn’t need another one. Sometimes, Saul forgot that he was in the mundane realm and that giving a spanking to a little in public wasn’t widely accepted. He had learned that on his first assignment and, luckily, hasn’t done it ever since. Saul wasn’t scared of another write up because he knew his bosses needed him more than ever as more difficult cases of littles grew to a new high. There was still a very thin bubble between Saul's realm and the mundane one in which he didn't want to be the one to pop it. Hayden turned her little head to the side, becoming aware of her surroundings and Saul following her. Saul fully expected that from her. She had taken numerous self-defense classes at her university. Upon the list of red flags, she was also a guest speaker at many Women’s Rights organizations and Feminism clubs in the Chicago area. To say the least, Hayden was a promising catch and would be in training for some time well before anyone could adopt her. She halted in her tracks as people walking down the busy Chicago street weaved between her. Clever girl, yet not clever enough, Saul thought. He decided to keep walking past her, quickly taking his moment to grab her wrist, pulling Hayden with him as if they were a couple walking together. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME.” Hayden screamed as she wiggled her wrist under Saul’s steel grasp. It was humorous to Saul that she thought she had a real chance of escaping. She was 5’2 and 120 pounds. He was 6’3 and almost double the size of her. “Hayden, sweetie, not here. We can talk about this in private.” Saul said firmly, with an authoritive undertone, as a few people paused, looking at them in confusion. She was making a huge scene, a tantrum that needed to be dealt with in the form of a spanking. As much as Saul’s hand was twitching to pull her over his lap in front of this crowd of people, he couldn’t risk it. She twisted away from Saul, kicking him in the groin. He grunted, his grip loosening for a moment as she took her chance, slipping away from Saul, and running away quickly. People between them were looking at Saul, then continuing to walk as if they didn’t see anything. He had been to many cities, yet this was his favorite one. Most of the people were pretentious and rude, and only cared about themselves and their lives that they ignored what was happening around them instead of helping a girl who was crying for her dear life. The corner of Saul’s mouth raised, feeling the adrenaline of the hunt course through him. He walked briskly behind her, giving Hayden some time to run and distance to make it seem like she had a fighting chance. He knew where she was going: obviously to her apartment. She was going to try and lose him, then end up there. Saul saw her far ahead of himself, looking back as she turned a corner into an alleyway. She was going to take the backway to her apartment, that was apparent. “Alleyway is covered, closing in.” Saul closed his eyes in frustration of hearing his coworker’s voice in his earpiece. Fucking Conrad imposing on his assignment once again. “She’s mine, Radder.” Oh he hated that name but Saul wanted to tick him off because this wasn’t the first time he intercepted one of his targets. Saul began jogging as he turned into the alleyway she entered. “We knew you couldn’t do this one alone, Saul. Look at the scene you already made.” He said Saul’s name in an irritated tone. Saul’s eyes found her running towards the opposite end of the alley, her hair bouncing with every small step. Conrad and his two disciples appeared around the corner as Conrad met looked at Saul with a sly smile. I fucking hate that kid, Saul thought to himself. Conrad was new recruit and an arrogant one at that. He was only following Saul because Saul was one of the top hunters in his division with the highest influx of littles in the last year. Saul silently caught up to her as she stopped in her tracks, hesitantly walking backwards as she saw his fellow hunters, “Leave me alone, I already called the police!” She held up her Apple Watch on her wrist that had an EMERGENCY sign flashing on it as it was tracking her. Conrad smiled to Chester and Aaron with his eyebrows up, knowing full well that wouldn’t save her. Saul, still behind Hayden, attempted to stifle a smile, how cute that she still thought she had control. Saul placed his finger over his lips, giving the other guys the ‘shh’ sign as he approached, an arm’s length behind her. He pulled out the tranquilizer, his hand reaching out to the waist band of Hayden’s leggings. A quick pull down of her bottoms and a sting in her butt would place her into a nice, deep slumber. One that a bratty little could use. A job well done, per usual. Saul inched closer, and in a flash of an eye Hayden whipped around, squirting mace in Saul’s shocked eyes. It was as if a slow motion movie panned out before his very eyes, as the liquid hit his face he felt the most excruciating pain in his life. So many emotions hit Saul in an instant. Shock that this little could deal out so much pain. Surprise that this little had the balls to initiate a fight if they had been alone. Anger that she would even attempt to disrespect an adult in such a fashion. Burning pain signed his eyes, mouth and nose immediately. He grunted, quickly trying to rub the spray off of his face. Saul heard Hayden begin wailing and making grunting noises trying to fight off his fellow hunters. His light grey eyes were shut, but he knew the assignment was done once the alley was silent once more and the only two sounds in the alley was Hayden’s soft rhythmic breathing and his own coughing and sniffling as he tried to evacuate the chemicals from his face. After a few moments, Saul heard the guys begin laughing loudly. Conrad splashed water on Saul’s face from his own water bottle. Never, had Saul ever, been so humiliated by a little before. As Saul sat there, temporarily blinded by the mace, he took mental note that he’d make sure to repay the favor.

That was an inspiration for the name...but no, it has nothing to do with the illuminati haha! And I guess we will see what happens in the future with Sid and Rayne. I have a slight premonition that thise chapter and next chapter is going to rock a few people's boats entirely. Chapter 13: It was I, Rayne Griff Hours later I woke up to Sid nudging me awake, “You look so peaceful, but we have to get ready for tonight.” He sighed, sitting on the bed, “Unfortunately, we have to change your attire.” I stretched, rolling over and rubbing my eyes, feeling how dry my mouth was, “Can I have some water first?” Sid’s once turquoise colored scales turned emerald green as his face looked taken aback, “Say that again…Tssss.” He trailed off, silently fuming, “…with some manners.” My face went red. I did not want another punishment so soon. My pacifier dropped from my mouth and I looked timidly at him, “May I please have a water?” I asked, as polite as I could. He looked humored, “How impressive your attitude changes after a laxative punishment.” Sid went to the miniature fridge, grabbing a water, “Maybe I should give you one more often.” He handed me the water. I bit back spitting out what I really wanted to say. Instead, I said, “Thank you.” I greedily drank the water. An hour later, I was in an elegant black satin ball gown with a slit opening on my right leg. Sid brushed my hair, bring back both the sides of it, leaving the back down and placing a black satin bow to hold it in place. “As much as I distaste makeup on you, there’s some in the bathroom and jewelry.” Sid said, buttoning up his dress shirt. I walked over to the restroom and saw dangling earrings, a necklace with a heart locket, matte red lipstick and mascara. I shrugged my shoulders, putting on mascara and the bright red lipstick. Totally not my style, but I guess we needed some type of cover right? I put the dangling black crystal earrings on and looked at the silver heart locket, feeling it between my fingers. “Here, I’ll help you.” Sid said, taking the necklace and going behind me as he unclasped it. “This was…” He looked down at the locket, “My sister’s, once.” I looked at his sad yellow eyes in the mirror. “If you don’t mind me asking…what happened to her?” Sid sighed, “Her affixation murdered her.” His eyes met mine, “Given, she was on the psychotic and jealous spectrum. No one was able to date him. She stalked him and one day, he lured her to his house and...” He shook his head not finishing the sentence, “Not the first time it’s happened to an Amphibian.” He was trying to make it seem like it wasn’t important. I shook my head, “I’m sorry, Sid.” He smiled, genuinely, as his scales turned turquoise, “It was some time ago now, nothing that was you fault, little one.” He clasped the locket around my neck. Moments later he handed me what looked like a black garter, “Put this on.” I looked at him, confused, “Just do it; you’re lucky I’m not making you wear a diaper.” Sid said, walking away to the dresser. I didn’t question it and slipped it on my thigh. It was strong, and had a loop like a belt. “Here. Tssss.” Sid handed me a small stainless steel gun. A gun? I turned it over in my hands, looking up at Sid. He spoke, “It’s not a lazergun. Only a sleeper gun with a poison strain in it. We may need protection tonight, Rayne.” He placed another gun on the inside of his jacket. I sighed, slipping the small cool gun in the loop of my garter and sliding into my black diamond stilettos. Did I ever wear high heels? Nope, but this was a special event. As we were in the elevator, I asked, quietly, “Why are you older? I mean... like, not the age you’re supposed to be?” His glowing yellow eyes met mine, becoming sad, “I escaped a time lapse, hence why there’s no other version of me in this time.” He paused a moment, “It’s close to deadly and completely illegal to escape a time lapse. Most likely stupid of me, but I didn’t want the same things to happen to you. Sure, there were many instances that could go right, but I needed to make a sacrifice, for you.” I nodded, “So, uh, what happened?” I fully expected him to divert the story to something else. Instead, Sid frowned, “It’s inevitable for Valorion Supremacy to target you. That’s a given in any instance.” He said, choosing his words carefully, “They found you, us, on one of the best night of our life. It was supposed to be, anyways. They rolled in the grenades, and I couldn’t save you because you did the same exact thing you did for Zane. Pushing me far away and protecting me. Except I didn’t have the wealth, help or power to save you.” I did the same thing… for Sid? Confusing, beyond confusing actually. Imagine, a life where I met Sid instead of Zane. And what did he mean that Zane had wealth and power? I mean, he did have wealth, but power? I didn’t think he had that at all. Completely crazy to think of. I couldn’t. Zane was the love of my life, as much as I didn’t want to hurt Sid’s feelings. Sid brushed a tear from his face and gave me a weak smile, “I know I must come off as creepy, but that is never my intentions. It’s just hard to revert back to being normal considering how much I went through to get here, to speaking with you again.” I smiled, widely, “I mean, jeez, you’re not wrong. Earlier was a bit harsh.” The elevator doors opened. He cracked a small smile, humored and then became deadpanned in an instant, “Hm, does someone already want it again?” I went quiet, blinking, “No thank you.” Sid chuckled to himself as he took my hand and helped me into the taxi. We arrived at the Starling Theatre that was smack dab in the center of the city of Sequoia. My mouth gaped as Sid took my hand in his, walking up the huge white stone steps. The height of the entrance was impressive and the ceilings were enormously tall as we entered the building. A large white fountain greeted us at the entrance with glossed stone tiles across the room. People intermingled around the entryway, speaking in their socialite groups. We walked past them, up a few sets of stairs, towards the large cathedral theatre that we entered through a dark velvet curtain. The tables had dark red sheets and candles glowing on each table. I was so immersed in the beautiful scenery to realize that we passed Zane’s brother. A half an hour passed, as I people watched. This 95th Valorion Awards Show was for the highest ranked Valorion politians, scientists, academics, and officials. It was a live filmed event that was a program on SpaceCinema every year. We were high up in the gallery seats so we could look down over the thousands of seats below us. The award show began, as President Wormuloid greeted everyone. My eyes studied him, being the first time I had ever seen him in person. Wormuloid was half Worcan, half Valorion, an interesting breed of its own. He had long, grey hair that was smoothed back and shaved on both sides of his head. He was extremely pale, almost white, with black glowing eyes that you could see on the screen near us. I felt a tickle in my bladder, the I felt some wetness go into my panties. I gasped, immediately glaring at Sid next to me. How about you go to the restroom? Sid’s voice said in my head. I internally groaned, standing up and quietly saying excuse me to the people I walked in front of. Why, the FUCK, was Sid messing with me now? Was he trying to inflict the idea that I'm a helpless baby again? I didn't understand the timing AT ALL. I walked quickly through the red curtain. Going down one staircase to our level’s restroom. As I was walking, I passed someone I almost ran into, walking briskly, seeming to be on a mission. I paused, turning my head, seeing Daryx, with an earpiece he was speaking into. The need to use the restroom disappeared as I hesitated. Should I follow him? Fuck, I didn't know. I shifted, not feeling the tickle in my bladder. Huh, strange. I sighed, going over to the balcony rails and looking down to see men coming in, with the same earpieces as Daryx, swarming in and dispersing in opposite directions. I walked near Daryx, acting as if I were looking for something in my bag. “Detonation in five minutes.” Daryx said, as he looked at his stopwatch from his pocket. I shook my head, did I hear that right? Detonation? That meant a bomb. I could hear, downstairs, “1st floor cleared.” I saw a few men and women leaving the theatre and walking quickly to outside the doors. What the hell was about to happen? Daryx began walking down the stairs to the main level. I slowly walked far behind him, making it seem as if I was walking back to my seats as I passed more men with ear pieces and dark shades. Daryx walked through a red curtain on one end of the main level that had a sign for employees only. I looked around quickly, seeing no one notice my presence as I entered the curtain. There was a long dark hallway that had lights lining the walkway and I could see Daryx leaving the hallway through another curtain. I quietly followed, hearing voices as I halted. “Are you sure about this, Daryx? You can back out. We still have time.” “No, it has to be me. This was my plan, no one elses.” Daryx said. “But what about your mom? Your brother?” “Even if I lived through tonight, I’d be dead or, worse, kept imprisoned he rest of my life. There’s no living through what I’m about to do today.” Daryx paused, nervously sighing, “Tell Zane that he’s the smarter brother for staying on Hanna, that he was right. Let my mother know that I love her and I’m sorry for leaving her with my brother.” He said with a grim tone. The other guy laughed, “Even when you’re being dead serious you have to throw in a joke.” He paused, “I’m going to miss you, bud.” I heard the other guy pat Daryx’s back. “I’m not going to miss you.” They laughed, “Now get out of here.” I pressed myself against the wall, as close to the curtain as I could get as the guy walked directly past me. I held my breath as he walked down the dark hall. I sighed in relief as I heard Daryx walk away and I followed. He walked up narrow stairs. I followed quietly through another set of curtains and into a backstage area. People were talking with headsets on, running around to do hair and makeup and eating food at a table in one corner. “Oh hey Daryx! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You’re going on in two minutes.” A girl in all black with a beanie hat said. “Sorry, I had a phone call.” Daryx said as he looked around. He began walking with the girl and I followed, feeling like someone was about to catch me following him. I looked around at the people backstage intermingling, too absorbed in their superficial conversations to pay attention to the stray girl who wasn’t even supposed to be back there. I halted as the girl and Daryx turned to gigantic red curtains that went high up into the ceiling. Ropes hung down near us as I saw President Wormuloid speaking on stage, about to end his speech and introduce the next speaker which was… Daryx. And Daryx was about to detonate the bomb… on stage? Chills went down my spine once it all clicked. We only had about minute to spare and someone needed to stop him… I looked around, who was going to stop him? My eyes curiously peaked behind me, as if waiting for a superhero to appear and save the day. This bomb never went off because of someone. I wanted to know who stopped him. I was curious. I walked over to the curtain where Daryx stood, alone. He was looking down, fixing his vest and jacket, placing something in his hand. It was a small black clicker, for the bomb. I looked at Daryx as I could see him gulp as he looked out to the stage and the thousands of people. My breathing caught as I felt the cold gun on my thigh. Someone had to stop him… and it dawned on me that someone was me. There was no one else here. The ony person who knew what was happening outside of his own people was... me. I reached under my dress, grabbing my gun as you could hear the cold stainless steel in my hand as I placed a finger on the trigger. I blinked back the water in my eyes. Why did it have to be me? Fuck. His head turned towards me, hearing the noise behind him. His shocked eyes met mine, as I pulled the trigger, the syringe soaring through the air in a silent whoosh and the meeting his neck. My free hand pulsed energy to his hand with the detonation button, flinging the remote across the floor before he could press the button, onto the stage. Daryx looked confused as his eyes glazed over, “Who-“ And then he blacked out, falling on the floor. A tear fell down my face as I placed my gun back under my garter. I kneeled near Daryx’s body, opening his jacket and seeing two solid black boxes with random numbers glowing on them tied to his jacket. I ripped the ties and slipped them out, quickly walking away before anyone would see. No one looked my way and there was a silence in President Wormuloid’s speech after he introduced Daryx. A long, awkward silence. I began jogging through the curtains, down the stairs and through the hallway. I began sprinting as I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I ran out to the lobby, the men with earpieces all looking at me as I came to a halt as I saw sleepers in their hands, pointed to me. “Stop! You are under arres-“ Then they all fell to the ground, as if dead weights. Sid walked down from the balcony that lead to our seats, “We only have so much time, let’s go.” I followed him out the doors as I asked, “What do I do with these Sid? What if they go off?” I asked, nervous. “They will beep twice before that happens. If they do, push them far up in the sky.” I cocked my head, was he serious? Then, almost as if it heard us, it beeped twice, like an alarm. A few police cars sounded in the distance, heading towards us. Oh, fuck. In an instant, I threw the bombs up, pushing them with energy into the sky. A crackle erupted in a fiery orange light as it soared high up in the air, towards the top of the building. I expanded my energy, pushing to continuously protect the area as multiple loud booms went off, erupting in the sky like fireworks as they went high up in the air, almost as high as the Luminous Tower once was. “You saved more than a few lives tonight, Rayne, including our own.” Sid said, sullenly, as he watched scattered pieces of ash fall down in the sky and the sound of sirens approached us. I blinked back my tears. I save thousands, only to halt one’s life. All this time, Zane was left alone, to take care of his mother by himself, and it wasn’t because of Valorion. It was because of me.

Chapter 12: No Mercy Rayne. 2196 I had a slight doubt that you two wouldn’t have came to my rescue. I heard Sid’s words in my head as his back was turned to us as I was sitting near a customer service kiosk in the quiet airport terminal, reading a newspaper. Oh, trust me, we had to convince ourselves. I thought to him. In an instant, multiple heads near Sid turned towards me. Fuck. Only if I realized a moment earlier that they were all Amphibians. I instantly was paralyzed as I sat there. God. Fucking. Damnit. I froze, looking at my newspaper. Loud words spoke in my head: Rayne, Griff. You are under arrest for attempting to assist a convict in escape. These were Aquarian officials…if I were correct, they technically couldn’t arrest me on another planet? A few of the officials began walking towards my frozen self. Think, Rayne. You can escape. How did I do it with Confounduum? I didn’t know. I felt my fingers twitch, regaining control as I stood, throwing my newspaper behind me. I winked at the two Amphibian officials that opened their mouths in surprise, looking at one another. I began walking towards them, outstretching my hands. A few other officials near Sid stood up, quickly walking over to the officials in front of me and whipping out lazerguns. Really? It was that serious? Huh. Funny. The two officials left near Sid forced Sid to stand. I smiled. Suckers. They looked around, before one of them fell to the ground from a sleeper Red hit him with. The other one yelled, “Over here!” The Amphibians turned quickly as the other official fell to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I could see V floating a gigantic ball of water in the air. They looked at the water in the air and then back to me as I said, “I hope you all like bowling.” The gigantic water circle collided into them as one by one, they all fell down and were swept into the wall on the opposite side of the Launchpad gate. V came out from behind the wall with multiple UGN officers following close behind her. My eyes fell on her, my mother. Her long purple wavy hair floating almost as she walked quickly. So strong, so badass. I tried to push the thought out of my head and to still call her V so I wouldn't slip and break another time law. Red came up to me, “We’ve actually have been trying to take these guys to the Intergalactic Space Prison for multiple encounters of arresting UGN officers across the galaxy at different planets for a while. For some reason, they think they own the damn universe.” Red shook his head. I laughed, “Well, I guess you weren’t completely contradicting the UGN, right?” Red shook his head, “I mean, your friend is wanted by the intergalactic Time Keepers, but I won’t mention that to them.” He winked at me. I watched across the room as Sid’s time lock over his wrists were removed, “Thanks, Red.” I smiled. “No, thank you for saving me and my friend’s life. If not for you, I wouldn’t be alive.” Red said, meeting my eyes with his tiny moss green ones. Sid came up to me with Nethander, “Thank for your help, mate. Tssss.” He nodded to Red, awkwardly, and looked to me, his yellow eyes constricting, “But it’s time for us to leave.” Sid began walking away to a bag-check hallway. “See you around, Red.” I nodded to him, following Sid. “See you, in the future, Rayne.” Red said, in wonder as we walked away. Sid stuck out his hand to me, blue swirls illuminating his forearm. I grabbed onto his forearm as I felt the ripple between us. Blue and turquoise light swirled around us, engulfing us as the ground shook. In another moment, we were in the same area, but the area was much larger. I looked around, confused. Were we back to 2219? “No, it’s 2217.” Sid said, walking briskly ahead. I trailed behind him, confused, “Where’s Neth?” I asked. “He’s back in 2219.” Sid said, almost ignoring me as he pushed forward. “Why are we here, Sid? I want to go back to 2219, NOW.” I said, angrily as I walked quickly and stopped in front of him, halting Sid in his tracks. He stood there, pivoting quickly and looking down to me with a glare, “And I’d like to give you a good few swats on your bottom and place you in a thick diaper for the way your acting right now, but do you see me doing that just yet?” Sid’s eyes glowered at me. I blushed, “Why are we here?” “We have some more people to save, little Rayne.” “It never ceases to amaze me how often you decide things for me.” I growled near his side as he walked. “Don’t act as if you don’t like it.” Sid said with a smug smile as he opened the door for me as we walked out of the Valorion Launchpad. A hot Valorion summer breeze hit me. I took off my jacket with a groan. I wasn’t ready for this sudden burst of heat. Sid flagged a taxi down as we waited outside the Launchpad. “Where are we going now?” Sid said, “To get some coffee.” Coffee? I needed sleep. I couldn’t count how many hours I had been up at this point. “I’ll lay you down for a nap later but we have things to do.” “So you’re saying…getting coffee is at the utmost importance right now?” I asked, squinting at him. Sid grabbed my wrist, pulling me to the side as he said, “I’m a few seconds away from giving you a punishment and it’s not one that you’ve ever had before, I can assure you that.” My face became hot, and not from the heat. What did that mean? I went silent as he took my hand and lead us to the taxi. I stared outside the window as we arrived at the coffee shop. The same one I was at the morning before the Zing concert, yet it had a lot less artwork on the walls. Sid led us into the coffee shop as he went up to the barista, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt. The bartender looked at his forearm and took out a pen, flashing a light on his forearm. A tattoo appeared, imbedded in his scales that rippled underneath Sid’s arm. A snakes eye? What the hell was that. The barista nodded to us and typed a few things on his glass register resembling an old-fashioned type writer. The noise of locks unhinging sounded and a rumble as a whole counter against the wall pushed back, into the wall and a stairway appeared below. There was another area below the coffee shop this whole time? Sid looked impassive as he went down the steps and I stood there in wonder for a moment. I shook out of my amazement and followed Sid down the steps, to a bar. Many older men and a few women were chatting, playing poker or pool and drinking. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only ten in the morning? Why were people drinking this early? Sid sat at the bar and I sat down near him, confused why we were here. “Hello, sir. What can I get you?” A light pink skinned Zenon girl with long straight turquoise hair asked, her eyes studying me for a moment. “An Elke and rum.” He looked at me, winking. I crossed my arms, huffing. I can assure someone’s getting a punishment when we get to the hotel. I met Sid’s eyes, constricting and dilating as they met mine. I glared at him. “Well, well, look who we have here.” A voice spoke behind me, almost making me jump. “Daryx Vandore, long time no see.” Sid stood, shaking his hand. Chills went down my spine. Daryx? I turned my head slightly, seeing out of the corner of my eye a tall man in a white dress shirt and jeans. That was surely Zane’s brother…before his incident? Daryx looked at me, “And… you’re friend?” He asked, politely. Tell him a different name. Sid told me. I turned, giving a timid smile and sticking out my hand, “Sarah Gleeson.” Once I got back to 2219 I’d make sure to explain my lie. Good girl. I blinked to Sid and then back to Daryx as he took my hand and shook it. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful.” He said, in a smooth tone. I blinked, internally cringing. How do I tell him that I’m his brother’s girlfriend without embarrassing him? Ugh. Daryx turned to Sid, “What have you been up to as of recently?” “Per usual, experimenting with new formulas.” Sid said slyly. “Will you be attending tonight’s 295th Annual Valorion Award Show?” Daryx asked, looking from me to Sid. Sid said, “Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He winked at me. “Good, well, I have a meeting so I will see you guys tonight.” He nodded his head to me before walking past us to another room that he had to use iris recognition for. Sid went quiet as we sat there and I drank. “Are you okay?” I asked. Sid met my eyes. Shhhh, little one, I’m listening to their conversation. Fifteen minutes passed in awkward silence and I decided to go to the restroom. As I was in the bathroom, I heard voices through the vents. I looked up, zipping my pants. I cocked my head, stepping on the seat of the toilet and pressing my ear against the vent. “That’s a suicide mission, Daryx, and the UGN can’t afford a big move like that at this moment. Think of the lives you’d cost. Innocent ones at that.” A familiar voice said… Red’s voice? And the UGN? This must be a meeting for the UGN. I didn’t expect that. “I don’t care. If we want to save lives, unfortunately we have to take some too. There’s a galactic war brewing and we need to start it before they take the first shot.” Daryx said, with a waiver of anger to his voice, “And, you all know this, better than anyone, that the Intergalactic Space Station is more dangerous than it ever was before.” The Intergalactic Space Station dangerous? I didn’t believe it. Red grunted, “No, Daryx-” “Tonight is the best shot we have. All of the Valorion officials together with President Wormuloid. The time is now.” Daryx said. Red spoke after a moment of silence, “Who supports this plan?” Another deep, barely discernible voice said, “Reorf Egalitarianism does not.” A man said, “The Saiphian Legion supports this plan.” Confounduum’s legion was still alive? “Earth’s United Nations Government does not support this plan.” A woman spoke, “The Nefareon Powers do not support the plan.” Nefareon Powers? What was that? “Zenon IllumiNations does not support this plan.” “Ekkberen Forces support the plan.” Multiple planets spoke on agreeing to this plan or not and I heard Red speak after everyone quieted down, “Three out of 23 galactic nations are in favor. The plan is rejected.” Daryx said with an even tone before leaving, “Thank you for your time.” I stepped down from the toilet. Did I just witness my first ever United Galactic Nations meeting? I jumped as I heard the bathroom door open. Someone walked in briskly. I held my breath as I saw, through the crack of the stall, Sid’s glowing yellow eyes. “Rayne, let’s go, now.” He said as if I were in trouble for taking one too many cookies from the cookie jars. I rolled my eyes, opening the stall door. He took my wrist and pulled me with him. On the taxi ride home that mysterious enchanting smell crept slowly to my nose. My eyes flicked to Sid as he looked out the window, nonchalantly. I glared at him, “Stop that.” He turned towards me, a strong wiff of the sweet scent throwing me into a calm state, “Hm?” He cocked his head at me. I began feeling small, babyish. I wanted to be cuddled, diapered by him. I wanted just love, and, maybe, a nap. I tried to wake myself out of the mist that was trying to make me want Sid to baby me. What was it? I didn’t get why it kept happening to me. The taxi came to a halt and Sid got out, helping me out of the car and giving the taxi driver a tip. I couldn’t form adult thoughts as I trailed along with Sid. He took my hand in his and squeezed it as he led me over to the counter. “Checking in?” The well-dressed Valorion man said behind the counter. “Yes.” I nuzzled my head into his side as he looked down with a smile, “Sidarian Eckeuqel.” “Here you are Mr. Eckeuqel.” “Thank you.” Sid said as he took the keys and led me to the elevators. As the elevator doors closed he looked down to me and I blinked innocently up to him. “You’re not getting out of your punishment, tiny one.” He tickled my tummy and I giggled. Ugh. Why was I giggling? So uncharacteristic of me. Fuck. When we entered the room, I was looking around at the mocha colored walls and touching the comforter on the bed, completely engulfed in the little things, as if I were on a high that was the product of Valium drops and ecstasy. Sid flicked on the light in the bathroom and rummaged around as I climbed on the bed, my thoughts clearing slowly. Sid set some things on the dresser and climbed on the bed, grabbing my ankle and pulling me swiftly towards him. I yelped, “Hey!” He pulled me closer to him, unzipping my pants and pulling down my jeans and underwear quickly. “Make this easy baby and lay on your tummy.” Sid said, pausing. I looked at him, my eyes twinkling in confusion, “Why, Sid?” I said, hesitantly. Sid cocked his head, “Do you want to find out the hard way?” A mischievous smile spread on his face. I squinted at him… only a spanking, right? It couldn’t be worse, could it? I slowly turned, in my calm stupor, laying on my stomach. “That’s a good girl, little Rayne.” Sid said, surprised. I heard him opening a box and a package, which I could imagine was only diapers. I turned my head, curious as to what the box was. His head turned quickly meeting my gaze as he was already holding it’s contents in his scaly hand. My eyes fell on the bullet shaped suppositories. What. The. Fuck? I began getting up, quickly, “Nope, not doing that.” I felt my knees and body go limp as he took control of me. This was NOT going to happen. Nope. Not letting it. I closed my eyes, trying to get out of his control. My fingers twitched, but no release. No, no, no. Why couldn’t I stop his mind control? “The thing about mind control is, Rayne, you can’t stop something that you like or want deep down. Whether you know it or not, unconsciously or subconsciously, there’s somewhere in you that wants this. I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t know that already, tiny one. Tssss.” My breathing hitched… what the fuck did he just say? That I would like this? Was it all a lie to manipulate me? Or was he right… that deep down, I was curious. Was I curious? I felt thrill in this moment, but also I felt extremely fearful. I don’t think my ego would come back if he did this to me, quite honestly. I felt a cool gel coated around my butthole. I winced, frozen as I laid there. My heart racing and I closed my eyes as I felt the hard suppository and Sid’s finger push past my anus. I gasped as he held it there, regaining control of my body. As the suppository melted, he pulled his surprisingly soft scaly finger out, “There, there, my little baby. All done.” I didn’t want to move, I was terrified of my inner parts challenging me. Sid turned me on my back, raising my legs and placing a thick white diaper under me. He gently patted powder over my bottom and front areas and taped the diaper snugly on. He took it a step further and slid both my legs through light purple frilly plastic pants, which I had never worn before. A white pacifier was quickly plopped in my mouth and Sid changed me out of my shirt and into a light pink babydoll shirt. Sid mused as he looked me over, scooping me into his arms. I blushed, completely at loss for words. I was a new level of embarrassed I had never been before. He wasn’t seriously going to make me use the diaper, right? I’d NEVER. Sure, the idea was cute and all, but I never ever thought I’d be in this situation with Sid. I could see maybe with Zane, but SID? I couldn’t believe this all. My face was beet red as I shifted uncomfortably, my body still tense. “Relax, little one. Just let go and be the baby you are.” He kissed the top of my head and patted my padded bottom. No. No. NO. I just wanted to be on a toilet, NOT Sid’s lap. I felt a twinge of gas as I was in Sid’s arm. I resisted the urge to toot, tensing my stomach and butt. After a few minutes, my stomach began cramping. I whimpered and said behind my paci, “I’m sowwy for erwier. Can I use the toileth?” I blinked my watery eyes up to him, “Pwease?” I was becoming desperate. Sid tilted his head up and laughed loudly, darkly, “What is a punishment without me carrying it through fully, Rayne?” He looked down to me, studying my face. I shook my head, squirming in his arms as a few toots came out. I blushed, “Pweaaaase, Sid?” I sounded like such a baby behind the pacifier. Ugh. His eyes looked humored, “You think… that I would let a baby use the potty? Hm?” A painful stomach cramp hit me. Fuck. Now he was just teasing me with the idea. He paused, eyes constricting and dilating once more, “If you keep pressing the issue then maybe I‘ll have you kept in a messy diaper for a good hour. How would the baby like that?” I shook my head quickly in panic. That was the last thing I wanted. Sid gave a twisted smile in response, knowing that he won. A few more stomach cramps resonated within me and moments later I felt gross and squishy and my muscles couldn’t hold it anymore. I began crying loudly through my pacifier as I nuzzled into Sid. He moved me in his arms and I felt a wet squishiness coat an area I didn’t want touched from my own mess. “Shhhhh. Shhhhhhhhh.” He kissed my head while cooing me and patting my diaper, “Everything is going to be okay. We’ll get you cleaned up once Daddy Sid is sure that his baby’s done.” I wanted to be cleaned NOW. I was positive I was done. He was making it worse. I cried harder into him as he brushed my hair with his fingers. Minutes passed and he picked me up in his arms, setting me on my back. He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel, placing it underneath me. I tried not to breath after he pulled off the plastic pants and undid the diaper. Tears rolled down my face and I gave up all the modesty I had left. He meticulously wiped me, cleaning my bottom thoroughly before rolling up the wipes in the dirty diaper and throwing it into a bag. He placed a fresh diaper underneath me and sprinkled on powder generously, then taping the diaper around me. He didn’t bother with the plastic pants this time. Sid said, deadpan after taping the diaper on, “I want you to be aware, that I will punish you accordingly. Tss. ” He let his words seep in as he met my eyes with a serious expression, “I’m not like Zane. I will make sure you know you’re place when you’re with me, Rayne.” I blinked, an odd feeling of thrill going through me. I was terrified of him, yet it was exciting. That’s how Zane usually made me feel, but this was different. The stakes were higher, yet…. I liked it? Was that fucked up? Did that constitute as cheating? I didn’t ‘like’ Sid romantically, but this was thrilling in some twisted, weird way. His eyes studied mine, “Understand?” I nodded behind my pacifier, in fear and trying to be ‘good’. A smile appeared on his face as he got onto the bed with me, pulling up the covers, “Someone looks sleepy. How about a nap?” I gave a slight nod, crawling under the cover as he snickered at my defeated self.

Sid is older, much *much* older, haha. And yes, I would agree and I will be posting again tomorrow as well! ___________ These are short chapters that I decided to post together because it's within the same events just different perspective switches. Tomorrow is an ABDL focused chapter so bare with me if you've been waiting for one? ___________ Chapter 9: The Mysterious Luminous Tower Collapse of 2196 “Abort mission. We misjudged our time.” An official that stood outside with Nethander, Sid, Red and I said. A large metal scraping noise sounded far above us in the Luminous Tower. The tower began tilting. “Aren’t they on their way?” One of the UGN officials said behind us. Who was ‘they’? “Yes, but it’s going to be a few minutes.” “We all need to leave before the tower crashes on the city and we are compromised with the people in that tower.” Another officer said in a panic. “Sometime you just can’t save everyone.” An officer in front of the tower said as he began saying over his headset, “Abort, abort mission now. Code Black.” Code Black… Code for failed mission. I squinted, confused. This all didn’t make any sense. When the Luminous Tower collapsed in our history books, it was a wonder because two THOUSAND people were saved and evacuated from the area. Only 4 people made it out right now. How did the others make it out with this little of time? Did I fuck up history? No, it couldn’t be. I felt an energy pulse in my hands. A force field, culminating. I looked at my hands… could I save these people? I began jogging over to the side of the tall tower the loomed to the side. I outstretched my hands, feeling a strong energy leave them. It was as if I could feel the vibrations of the tower, the structures wanting to tilt. I felt like I was on a teeter totter, the weight of the tower shifting too heavily on one side. “Rayne! We have to go! What are you doing?” Sid yelled to me. I ignored him, closing my eyes as I felt the tower, as if it were a small toy in my hands. I pushed back, at the side that was unbalanced, about to fall. As I felt a wave of energy hold the side of the tower, I heard a loud screeching noise as the officials began cheering. “False alarm, green light.” Officials repeated over their headsets as I concentrated my energy. “Good going Red, if you told us one of the Nef’s were already here we wouldn’t have had a false alarm.” One of the officials said. Red laughed, “I didn’t know either, buddy.” I opened my eyes at the tower, standing straight. I closed my eyes again, my power feeling weak. I had used so much of it in one day that my strength was weakening. I was exhausted, and becoming more tired as the minutes passed. About ten minutes later, multiple hover cars arrived, parking near me. I kept my eyes closed, hearing the first group of people leaving the lobby of the tower, safely. I felt a film of sweat across my forehead as I kept the tower in place. People got out of the hovercars and came up behind me, “How did she hold that by herself for so long? That’s impressive.” A woman said as I turned, feeling lightheaded. “We’ll take over. You look like your weakening.” Another woman’s familiar voice said behind me. I looked back in confusion. Where was that voice from? I lost my concentration as the sound of metal screeching loudened and the tower began tilting. The woman behind me, and her group, spread out, outstretching their hands up to the tower and stabilizing it. I looked to the woman who spoke to me second, dark purple hair and brown eyes cast up to the tower, not looking at me. “Mo-?” I felt dizziness take over. In the next moment, all I saw was blackness. I fell unconscious. Chapter 10: The Mother Sighting I woke up in the back of a hovervan, hearing people talk near me. “I have to go.” A woman’s voice said. “I know, I just wanted to talk to you before I won’t see you again for some time.” Red’s voice. I kept my eyes shut. “She saved your life, didn’t she?” The familiar voice said. The same familiar voice. My mother's? Could it be? “She saved all our lives today. Two thousand and counting.” Red said, quietly. “What’s her name?” The woman asked. “She’s in hiding so I can’t say.” “Red, what happened to no secrets?” “Yeah, well, I have to keep this one.” Red said, sadly. “She looks so familiar. It kills me to know who she is.” The woman said, speaking slowly. It had to have been my mother. Her honey sweet voice that I could listen to sing for hours as a child was unmistakablely her. “You know you’re going to have to go back to Hanna, V.” Red said. Did he just call her V? Her name was Valerie, my dad called her Val. I had never heard anyone call her V. “I know. I thought I’d have a last hoorah before I left the UGN for some time.” She paused, “You better visit or else I will haunt you.” She joked with Red. I wanted to jump up and hug her, but it took all my will-power to act like I was still sleeping. There were so many things I wanted to ask my mom, so many questions I had. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that one.” He said, almost flirtatiously, back. Red spoke, “Go, now. Stay safe.” He said, sullenly as if losing an old friend, or… a lover? I heard movement, like they were hugging, “You better be at my house for Christmas or else, Red.” She said with a smile in her voice. He chuckled, “Sure, I’ll be there.” I opened one eye as I heard her leave the van. I sat up, squinting. “How are yuh feeling?” Red said, smoothing his hair back as if he were caught flirting. Did he have feelings for my mom? I shook off the thought. “Okay…” I looked around, seeing we were across the city, far away from the tower before it would collapse, “Where’s my friends?” “Sid is going to Aquaria for questioning.” I cocked my head, panic seeping in. “What? Why?” I asked, getting out of the van. “For time fraud. He’s been wanted by the Aquarian Time Control for a while. They’ve fixed many of his time fraud but he’s being sent to Aquaria for his hearing.” Aquaria? He’s going to be sentenced to the life in prison, or worse, the death penalty. I shook my head, “No, Red. I need him because without him I can’t go back to the future. Meaning, I will be stuck here, which we can’thave.” I said, panicking as I tucked my hair behind my ears. I felt shakey enough from expending so much power. Red shook his head, “I can’t do anything about it. I’m just an officer.” I shook my head, “From the time I came from, you are so much more than that.” I rubbed my temples, “He’s going to escape, we’ll be fine, right?” Red scratched his head, “He can’t escape, they have him ‘time locked’. Whatever that is.” Red sighed, “What year are you from anyways?” “2219.” I said, frowning. Red’s eyebrows shot up, taking a moment to calculate how many years that was, “That’s 23 years from now.” “Why am I not being taken for questioning, Red?” I asked, confused. “You have a time traveling license. He doesn’t. Not to mention, he committed time fraud. You didn’t.” I frowned, “How do I have a time traveling license? I didn’t even know I had one to begin with?” I asked, completely lost. “You’re file is with the UGN to time travel. Every spy has one with the UGN.” That was undenounced to mostly every spy, but okay. I sighed, crouching on the ground from a massive headache hitting me, “Where’s Nethander?” “Over here.” I heard Neth say behind me. I jumped, standing. “What do we do, Neth?” I asked. Neth shook his head, “We can leave him here. Fuck Sid. He deserves this.” He said dryly, without emotion. “I’m not leaving this time without him. Have fun explaining to Zane why I’m stuck in a different year.” I said, grimly. Nethander rubbed his face, “Fine, but I’m going to tell him about this.” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, we just have to figure out how to intercept.” I said, looking at the ground. Red cleared his throat, “I don’t want any part of this but… you saved my life, and I owe you one in return.” Red shook his head, “I can help you, but after that, you guys have to go back to your time.” We both looked at each other and nodded. What were we getting ourselves into? I guess we’d find out soon enough. Chapter 11: One Last Hoorah Red. 2196. “I have one more favor to ask of you, V.” I said, over the phone. “Mhm? What’s that?” She said, I could hear a smile in her voice. I cleared my throat, “We need to stop the Aquarian Time Control from imprisoning that weird amphibian guy.” She laughed, “I thought you wanted me to stay safe earlier?” “I take it back.” She teased, “Hm…I’m going to have to think about it.” She paused, thoughtfully, “Why are you trying so hard to help this girl? I get she saved your life and all but… I don’t know if doing something illegal constitutes as finding the solution. The guy is a wanted criminal.” V was right. She was always my conscience when I felt the urge to help someone I didn’t know. “You’re not wrong, but I also wouldn’t be alive if not for her, so I owe her more than that. “ “Red, I love you to the galactic moons and back but you go too far to help people sometimes…” She hesitated, “I’ll help you…but only because I want to spend some more time with you before I go back.” Typical V response. Acting as if she didn’t care but, deep down, I knew she would help no matter what. Although, the addition of spending more time together was nice. Later that night, I found myself buying the strange Nefareon girl and her amphibian friend burgers and shakes near the Valorion Launchpad. V walked up with my favorite mint chocolate chip shake and a chocolate shake for herself to our booth. It was hard to act like we weren’t dating in front of people. Her warm brown eyes always had a way of softening my hard exterior and I wanted so badly to take her to a nice restaurant or go to the movies with her like old times. “What planets are you two from?” I asked Rayne and her friend Nethander. “Hanna.” She said, drinking her shake. Her moss green eyes meeting my eyes. A feeling of familiarity twinged inside me as her green eyes stared back at mine. I looked over to V as she looked out the window to the forest surrounding the diner. Her bone structure, dark hair, so alike. The only thing that didn’t look similar between the two of them was… their eyes and hair? No, it couldn’t be. Maybe V was this girls cousin or maybe most Nefareons looked alike. I only knew a handful of Nefareons so it could be a common bone structure thing. “Aquaria.” Nethander spoke, almost as if he were irritated to be here. He drank from his flask. It was strange enough to see a Nefareon and Amphibian together. Maybe the future had changed Amphibian’s feelings towards other species? It was a wonder how that could happen within 23 years. I sat there, thinking, what was the girl’s last name again? Griff... wasn't it? Wait… That was David’s last name. V’s ‘husband’ on Hanna. Odd. How did I not notice that earlier? He did have green eyes… No. That couldn’t be real. What would that mean for the future of our relationship? How would she have a kid with someone she broke up with after high school? Would that mean they would get back together? Sure, Elenore was my ‘wife’ and we were having a child together that wasn’t mine by choice- another story for a different day- but that didn’t mean anything to me. Nothing did but V. She was the love of my life, we fell in love at the academy and, ever since, I honestly can’t think of a future without her. ...You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Haha? Yes, I didn't want to write a sequel unless I had an equally as good plot line/ mystery because there is much more to this story than just the Zane and Rayne dynamic. As much as I love writing for them, their was many many unanswered easter eggs that in the last story that, for the most part, I plan on answering in this story. We still don't know where Rayne's parents are- if they're still alive for that matter-, what the Valorion Supremacy is and why they wanted Zane, what happened to Eli, where Eli is, how did Zane's dad pass, and so many more things that may surprise you guys with. Yes yes I envisioned a very fancy character for Gregarious Confounduum which I'm happy you enjoy. And there was never an explanation because that was a foreshadow sprinkled in the first story but hasn't been explained yet. It may or may not have a relation to Confounduum, I guess we'll find out, won't we? muaha? Anywho... here's the next chapter. Chapter 8: Breaking the Laws of Time? I woke up the next morning to Sid shaking me awake. “What. Do. You. Want.” I asked, my body slowly stirring. “We have work to do. Unless you want a spanking to wake you.” I rolled over, glaring at him as the Valorion sun cast into the room. “You never explained why you were strangling Nethander, by the way.” Sid said, “And that’s the first thing you think of when you wake, hm?” He paused, “He came in and threw a few punches and I thought it was necessary to stop him. That’s just how we fight, we both go for the hyoid bone, instinctively.” “You both strangle each other?” I squinted at him in my sleepy state. Sid sighed, “Naturally. It’s complicated and I don’t expect you to understand that.” I rubbed my eyes, “I don’t think anyone can understand that, but whatever.” Sid gave me time to shower and as we left the door to our hotel, Nethander was waiting patiently outside. “Oh hey, Neth.” I said, looking at him. He nodded to me and silently walked behind me and Sid. After we got coffee, I broke the silence, “So…What’s the plans for today?” Sid sighed, “We have to get clothes for tonight. We’ll be going to the annual Senate dinner at the Luminous Tower.” Whaaaaat? We were crashing a Senate dinner? Sooooo cool. An hour later I found myself being fitted by Matti, the head designer at Armani Clothing. She was an Amphibian long friend of Sid and Nethander and a bit on the rude side. Matti had pretty bad RBF and hardly spoke to me, only to Sid or Neth the whole time as she walked around me, taking measurements. We sat, waiting for an hour or two and she worked, designing mostly my dress for the dinner tonight. Apparently, it was one of the most prestigious dinners that only the wealthy, politician or high-status attended. We had to be dressed to look rich, impeccable for tonight to blend in. “Here, try this on.” Matti said, throwing the dress at me. How nice. Sid stood, “You’re going to need help.” I rolled my eyes, “Stay away from me before I decide to be the one to strangle you.” I walked into the dressing room. Sid crossed his arms and sat back down near Neth with a sigh as Nethander smirked at my comment. I looked at the dress, confused. It was beautiful. Dark purple velvet corset with black lace between the velvet and a dark purple chiffon material that flowed down the skirt portion in a waterfall cut. There were black lace stockings I had to slip on and it was hard for me to fully zip it up the back, the corset was so tight. I stood there, frowning. “How about now?” Sid said outside the changing room door. I sighed, “Sure. I need help.” I unlocked the door and he slipped in. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he slipped behind me. I felt his hand brush the small of my back before gently zipping the corset portion up. “Thanks.” I said, looking in the mirror at myself, thinking about how Zane would react if he saw me. It was a dress that made me look almost enchanting, out of this galaxy. “How is it?” Matti asked across the room. Sid answered, “Striking.” His eyes twinkled sadly as he looked at me in the mirror. A look of nostalgia I didn’t understand. Later that night I was back in the dress as we took a hoverlimo to the Luminous Tower. I asked, “So…exactly what is our plan here?” I met Nethander’s green eyes and Sid’s glowing yellow ones. Nethander spoke, for the first time today, “There are no plans.” He paused, “The night will unfold and we just have to be present.” I nodded, looking out the window, up at the leering Luminous Tower we were approaching in traffic, “Why am I here… when you two could have done this alone?” I asked, seeking answers. After all, if Sid and Nethander could time travel, by themselves, what was so important that I came with? “You’ll find that out.” Sid said, looking out the window. “Why not tell me now? Can’t you see the future?” I asked, confused. Sid shook his head, “I see multiple instances, first of all, so I can’t guarantee anything. Second off, it’s close to impossible to determine your future because you are an anomaly.” Anomoly? I didn’t know if that was a compliment or a diss, “Third, if I told you what was going to happen, then that may very well change the course of time.” He said, meeting my eyes. He was right, I guess. As we arrived at the 77thfloor of the Luminous Tower, we walked in and were seated accordingly to a random table. I was surprised that we even had seats, considering I wasn’t even born yet and my name was at a table. People chatted at their tables and we awkwardly sat at ours, watching others. All I could think of is, why was I here? What was my purpose? I looked around the room as a few people sat at our large round table, speaking quietly amongst themselves. My chair was close to another table directly behind me as I heard a few older men making small talk. A name caught my attention quickly. “William Vandore, pleasure seeing you here.” The man behind me stood, shaking another man’s hand. Vandore. Zane’s last name. “Long time no see old friend.” I turned my head in their direction, hearing a very familiar voice. Red’s? Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Red’s bright hair combed back as he sat at Mr. Vandore’s table. “How’s the boys?” Red asked. Zane’s dad spoke, “Good, still causing trouble as usual. Melissa told me Zane lost his first tooth when he ate an apple.” Red laughed, a younger version of his grunt of a chuckle, “Crazy how fast they’ve grown already.” “Yep, I just wish I was there for it.” Zane’s dad’s voice was sad. I frowned, to think that he wouldn’t be there hurt to know. I needed to change that. I didn’t know how I would save him, but I was going to. The night progressed and half way through the dinner, the lights dimmed and the sponsor of the event came on the stage. I turned my head, looking over to the man who captivated everyone’s attention. Confounduum. He spoke, after the room quieted down, some people still spoke, “Capitivum.” He snapped his fingers. It was as if a pin dropped, the room silenced immediately. I looked around, seeing people’s eyes dilating, motionless, like statues. The only people who weren’t taken by his spell were Nethander, Sid, I and, I looked around the room… there were a handful of people were also looking with me, just as confused as I was. I met eyes with Zane’s dad, gulping. He was aware, just as much as me. I took a moment, seeing Zane’s dads brown eyes and light brown hair. He had the same bone structure as Zane, just so much older. It hit me that he had the same power as Zane so he must be able to resist mind control. Red caught my glance and I looked away. I shouldn’t be speaking to people I knew in my current time. That must be a law of time, right? “What’s going on?” A woman whispered in a hush to her husband who was entranced. Her husband, not moving nor blinking as she waved her hand in front of him. Confounduum spoke, “We, the fallen, deserve to prosper. Applause is in order to those of you still awake.” Everyone who was in a hypnotic state began clapping. Disgust filled me as I looked around. He continued, almost in riddle, “We will no longer sit in silence. Brothers, sisters, join me to create our own world, one where the Valorion full-blooded and mutts serve us and we rise to power once more.” I shook my head, looking around in confusion. Why would anyone joinhim? “I will give you only a few moments to choose to join me, or forever hold your silence in the ground with the ones born on this soil.” Vile thoughts raced through my mind. No one had to be taking him seriously, there was no way? This was an obvious hate-crime to one planet and I didn’t want any part of it. “Let’s go, now.” Red said, as he and Mr. Vandore got up, walking towards the elevator. “You all should have listened carefully.” Confounduum said in the mic. The hypnotized people near me got up, grabbing onto Red and Mr. Vandore. I got up, feeling energy leave my hands as it hit the people, sending them onto the ground and into the walls. Mr. Vandore and Red looked at me, wide eyed, in confusion as I said, “Run, now.” I needed to save them. This was why I was here, wasn’t it? Nethander and Sid walked briskly with Zane’s dad and Red. I looked to Confounduum as he sighed, tapping his stop watch as he disappeared in a cloud of dark blue smoke. He reemerged behind me. I turned quickly, pivoting and falling on the ground. Dark purple smoke followed him and began swirling around the hypnotized people. They began falling. Were they dying? I looked around in confusion. I opened my palms to Confounduum, strong power emerging from me and striking him. He looked surprised as he flew in the air, smacking into the glass windows on the other side of the dining hall. He got up, feeling the back of his head. “You think you can match me?” His pupils began swirling as he opened his palms to me and glass looking shards appeared in the dark blue smoke, heading directly towards me. I outstretched both of my hands, as the shards twirled through the air, colliding in thin air as it hit an invisible energy barrier. I looked in awe in front of me as the barrier was ginormous, protecting the whole side of my room, as if an impenetrable wall. I felt anger as my palms felt like they were charging with power. I pointed my hands to him and a large boomerupted as light emitted from my hands directly towards Confounduum, hitting him on the other side of the room as he collided into glass window as it shattered, flinging him out the side of the Luminous Tower. I gasped in shock, I didn’t intend to kill him? How strong was I? People began awaking, looking at me in confusion from the loud noise and glass remnants scattered on the ground. “Rayne! Come on!” Nethander said behind me in the elevator as I looked at my hands. I never thought I was that powerful. Never. I got in the elevator, as Mr. Vandore studied me, “What are you?” It hit me that Red and Mr. Vandore had watched the whole scene unfold. The elevators doors closed, “Zane’s girlfriend.” I said, looking at the door. The words left me too quickly and I was an idiot for saying them. I probably broke at least five time laws by now. I waited for it to be the first floor already. We needed to leave, immediately. “Impossible, he’s only 5.” I turned my head behind me, looking up to his confused face. Gears were turning in his head as his face was pensive, blank. Red spoke, “You’re from the future.” He crossed his arms, saying it in more of a statement than a question. Red knew. He didn’t need any further explanation. I met Red’s green eyes and looked forward as the elevator began screeching to a halt. The light flickered. “You weren’t joking when you said this assignment would be deadly, Red.” Mr. Vandore said in a jokingly manner as the elevator stopped completely. We were only at the 20th floor. The elevator dinged and the door opened. Odd. We all quickly got off, Mr. Vandore trailing behind us in confusion, surprised the door opened at all. Huh, must be an emergency setting? We all looked forward, seeing dark blue smoke. Then, a sound of a burst behind us. I looked back and Mr. Vandore disappeared, in a puff of blue smoke. “Where’s William?!” Red said, looking distraught. I squinted, walking forward to the smoke. The smoke trailed in front of us, traveling as if it were trying to lead us somewhere. I followed it through the dark blue marble floored halls until we reached the swimming pool. The dark blue smoke disappeared underneath the black steel door. I pressed all of my weight on the door, it wouldn’t open. “Here, let me try.” Red thrust all of his weight into the door. “Someone help!” A man’s voice yelled. Mr. Vandores voice. Power surged through my veins as I stood there, “Red, move.” I said. Red eyed me, “How do you know my name?” “You’ll know why eventually.” I said. Maybe in three to five years he’d know. Soon enough, right? Red stepped aside, as I pushed energy at the door, flinging the door open and off its hinge. The door opened to a gigantic pool that had a glass floor that looked out to the casino lobby below it. There were glass windows lining opposite sides of the room and a wall that led to the restrooms on the side farthest away from me where Confounduum was. I ran inside, “Confoundum!” I yelled as I saw Mr. Vandore, floating in midair above the pool, as dark blue smoke encircled around his neck and he looked to be gasping for air. Confounduum had his arms behind his back as he slowly paced around the large pool with a delighted smile placed on his face. “Miss Griff, always a pleasure to see you.” Confounduum looked up to Mr. Vandore. “Let him go, please.” I said. I don’t say please much, but when I did, it meant it was serious. “You don’t know who this man is, do you?” Confounduum looked at me, “A double agent spy. You all think he’s part of the UGN? Guess again, he also works for the Valorion Supremacy.” He slowly spoke, eyeing me, “A spineless Valorion, that doesn’t deserve to breathe any longer. You think he deserves to live, Rayne?” He said as Mr. Vandore looked to be fighting to breathe, his dark brown eyes looking at me desperately. I blinked, confused. A double agent? Zane’s dad? “Everyone deserves to live on their own terms. That should never be taken by anyone else, Confounduum.” “Silly girl, you have no idea what this man has done, will do, to you, your family and your bloodline, yet you are trying to save him? For what?” Confounduum laughed. I shook my head: it didn’t matter; it was still Zane’s dad. “What do you mean? The Valorion Supremacy?” Red spoke up behind me to Confounduum. “Thousands of people are kidnapped each year, will continue to be kidnapped, because of what he created. Anything ring a bell?” I squinted as I looked from Red to Confounduum… The Sequoian Airspace? Is that it? There’s no way he’d create something like that. It was Zane’s dad, notan evil mastermind. “No, he couldn’t have. It’s Will, he wouldn’t do such a thing.” Red eyed Confounduum. “Yet your wife, Elanore, isn’t it? She disappeared. Beautiful woman… Tsk. Tsk…” Confounduum trailed off as Red’s face got red, “Too bad she was an underground sex bot in Aquaria for the past year.” Red looked as if he believed Confounduum, as his eyes got watery, “All thanks to your friend, Will.” “No, y-you don’t know the full story!” Mr. Vandore shouted in between gasps of air. Red looked up, questioning his friend, “Is it true you knew where she was this whole time Will?” Red looked hurt, confused. Mr. Vandore’s eyes were teary, “Y-yes.” I looked at Red as he shook his head and blinked back tears. I had never seen him display so many emotions. Who knew twenty years before Red was a normal person. “It doesn’t matter, Confounduum.” I said, looking at him, “If that’s what you came here for, let us handle it, not you.” Confounduum paced, shaking his head with a laugh, “I didn’t come here to kill a coward; it’s only the beginning act to tonight’s performance.” His eyes became serious as he looked at me, “I’m here for you, Rayne Griff.” I shook my head, “Why me?” I asked. “I’m creating an army to change the face of the galaxies, to take over Valorion and take what’s rightfully ours.” His eyes twinkled in pain, “Saiphs and Nefareons lives were destroyed to better the lives of Valorions. Why let them flourish any longer?” He asked, looking at me, almost through me, as he studied my face. Was he serious? Did he think I’d be on board so easily? Sure, Valorion was a dark and terrible planet that needed to change, but taking over an ENTIRE planet to put another group of beings down was morally wrong. I shook my head, “An eye for an eye makes the whole galaxy blind, you know that, Confounduum.” Confounduum shook his head, “They’ve taken more than one eye. Two eyes for one will only create a new planet. One where Nefareons aren’t in tanks below the ground. One where Saiphs aren’t in hiding. One where Valorions will serve us.” Was he suggesting slavery? That wasn’t right, in any context. I had already been part of an intergalactic slave trade; I wasn’t in the business of creating a new one. “There are other ways to save this planet, Confounduum. Trust me.” I paused, looking at Mr. Vandore, “Just let him go.” As guilty as Mr. Vandore may have been, it didn’t matter. Murdering someone wasn’t worth it. “I’ll release him on only one condition…” Confounduum’s eyes swirled as he studied my blank face, “Join my legion.” My hands were pulsing behind me as energy was charging. I looked at Confounduum, “Never.” Confounduum laughed, loudly, “Oh, such a silly girl…” He paced, “If you were paying any attention, you’d have seen all of your friends in the same fate.” He looked up behind me. I looked back, seeing Red, Nethander and Sid being strangled by the same swirling blue smoke. Red’s feet dangling in a struggle to fight it. Sid and Nethander were unconscious, floating in the air. My eyes became watery as I looked at everyone around me, and then to Confounduum’s light grey eyes, swirling. “Please, just let them go.” I said. How could I save them? I didn’t know. I felt power charge in my hands. I looked around the room, seeing the water. Water. It was as if I could feel it, the ripples of water synching with my heart beat. As I looked at the water, it was almost as if it were pulsating. “You are going to watch them suffer. Then, when you’re left with no one, maybe you’ll consider joining me, who can give you a life no one else will ever be able to.” I cocked my head. He truly didn’t know me, did he? I already had it, 23 years in the future. I laughed, “I think you really, truly, have mistaken me with someone else, Mr. Confounduum.” I felt my hands outstretch before me as all of the water rose in the pool almost touching Mr. Vandore’s feet. His eyes flashed as he looked at the water in wonder, “No, Miss Griff, I don’t believe I have.” “Why me? Why not some other ‘fae’ if we’re so special?” I asked, feeling the water in air. Confounduum paced, not in fear from the water I held up, but in amazement from my powers, “You are the only key who can save us. You are the rightful heir to the throne yet you let the people who torment your loved ones step over you? For what, silly girl?” He was lying to me. Telling me what I wanted to hear to join him. I needed to shut him up because I was close to believing it all as true. If my memory served me right, Saiphs talents could not be used when water was part of the equation. Why did Confounduum choose for us to fight near a pool? It mystifies me, but maybe he didn’t know how much I knew. Rule number one: Don’t underestimate my knowledge. I’m not some ‘silly girl’. A moment later the huge wave of water charged forward to Confounduum, impacting him before he could tap his watch, and throwing him against the corner where a glass window and a wall met. I looked in awe as the mass of water assaulted Confounduum and swirling around him, hitting the walls on the opposite end of the room. Glass burst as water cascaded out of the room and water hit the walls in waves. The ceiling lights flickered as the wall was broken entirely. I felt the ground shift, as if the hotel was tilting. Oh, fuck. As the water hit him, everyone dropped from his smoke. My hands were still outstretched towards the waves of water still hitting Confounduum and breaking through the walls of the hotel, to outside as I saw Confounduum’s unconscious body on the ground. I watched, almost in slow motion, as Mr. Vandore was unconscious, falling. Out of my hands outstretched to Mr. Vandore, softening his fall, as he floated to the ground of the pool where small puddles laid. I lowered both of my hands as water crashed and settled around the room, cascading down like a waterfall from the ceiling. Some of the water settling back into the pool, drenching Mr. Vandore’s trousers. Nethander coughed, waking as Sid jumped up, gasping, “What happened, Rayne?” I felt the tower shift again, as if we were moving. Red was speaking to a wall, “Emergency. Need backup to the tower, it’s about to collapse.” Red looked to everyone, including Mr. Vandore as he walked over to us, coughing as he caught his breathe, “We need to get to the bottom floor, before this thing kills us all.” Red looked at the ceiling. The ground shifted and we all looked at each other in panic. Moments later, as we were running down twenty flights of stairs, hoverambulances sounded at the doors. As we reached the first floor lobby, UGN officials were entering and running up the steps. “The tower is about to collapse, don’t go up there!” Mr. Vandore said. Red said, “The tower won’t collapse until we let it, Vandore.” As we walked into the lobby, Mr. Vandore looked to Red, “I’m sorry, Red.” Red shook his head, “I hope you know I’m saving your life for what you’ve done to me.” Mr. Vandore cocked his head in confusion, someone came behind him and stuck him with a sleeper as he went unconscious. Two UGN officers caught him from falling and carried him outside, to a hovercar. “Where is he going, Red?” I asked, confused and scared. Red sighed, looking sadly off in the distance, “Somewhere where he’ll be safe.” Did I just ruin Mr. Vandore’s life instead of save it?

Hi guys! I'm back from the weekend and I hope all of you had a good one? I will be posting, or trying to post, one chapter for the next few days. I hope you guys enjoy the next ones to come! Chapter 7: What a Piece of Saiph Disgust filled me. Vile, repulsive thoughts. I had a taste of torment under Python’s control. I could only imagine the tactics used by Sid to torment Nethander and I didn’t want to. Everything was beginning to make sense. Why Nethander drank. Why Nethander didn’t speak to anyone. Why Nethander was so distant. Nethander was a different person and Sid made him that way. “And you thought you could protect me.” I shook my head, disgusted. “I did, for some time, but it was inevitable for you.” He said, despondently. “Sid, that life is over, gone. Get the fuck over it because ruining a life in exchange for protecting mine is sick and wrong.” I spit out words, “If you really loved me and knew me, you would’ve let me die knowing you did the right thing. Next time, do me a favor and kill me instead.” I said dryly as I picked up my jacket and left the room. It was harsh what I said, but I meant it. What was I doing leaving the room? I had my intergalactic identification card and a few dollars. I guess I could go drinking tonight. I went in the elevator, going down to the main floor. It was silent in the dark black granite elevator as I rested my back against the cool wall. I sighed, wanting nothing more than to be in Zane’s arms right now. To think, Zane was only 5 years old right now. He would be finding out soon that his dad passed away. If we saved his dad, would I ever have met Zane? I didn’t know and I was fearful of changing everything. Maybe it was for the best though. Saving a life important to Zane in exchange for a life with Zane. The elevators door opened at the lobby, my eyes cast out to the luxurious main floor casino. Like many Sequoia hotels, this one was for gamblers of the galaxies. Gold trimmings bordered the walls and accented the bars, card tables, and slot machines. The floor was black granite with flecks of gold. How expensive was this hotel? I thought as I walked, looking around in wonder. Large granite pillars lined the walkways around the grandiose casino. I walked up to one of the bars in the corner of the hotel that was outside a private theatre. “A rum and Elke, please.” I slid my card to the bartender. I had to remember what year I was in while ordering. Humans were still banned from Valorion up until 2205 when a new intergalactic tariff was about to be placed upon Valorion and the only way to prevent the tariff was agreeing to the UGN’s contract to remove the human ban from Valorion completely. Little to say, if I ordered a Coke in this year I would have been escorted out quickly because human hatred was real. The Valorion bartender took my identification card and laughed, “Nice try, kid. You need to be 25 to order here, darling.” I frowned. I was so worried about saying Coke instead of Elke that I forgot that the age to drink and be in casinos here was lowered until 2198, when a new generation of the senate took control of Valorion law. I looked at my ID, being that I was only 19. “She’ll have a rum and Elke, on me.” A man with dark blue, almost indigo skin sat at the bar next to me. I looked up in surprise, meeting his light grey eyes. He wore a velvet blue suit, a white blouse underneath with a dark blue velvet tie. He looked wealthy, beyond powerful. He had medium length black hair, with a hue of blue, slicked back. The Valorion man blinked, eyes dilated, as if he were entranced, turning around and making the drink. I tried to think of the far off galaxy that encompassed planet beings with blue spectrum skin. It was once far off, near Zenon. A planet that didn’t exist anymore... Saiph. That’s the name. Once it was thought to be a star in Orion’s belt, but later on it was found a glowing planet, with sophisticated beings, unlike others. “Elke, a Hannan beverage. Intriguing choice, I must say.” The man’s deep voice mused, his thick Aquarian accent properly infusing the words. An expensive cologne met my nostrils as I sat next to him. He had black eyeliner bordering his eyes and his dark blue beard hair swirled around in a pattern on his face, magnificently cut in a masculine twist to define his strong jawline. This was the first Saiph man I had ever met, and it was like I was in a living museum. As far as I knew, Saiphs were almost extinct. When their planet was about to erupt, being that they lived on a dormant star nucleus within the planet that made it glow, only so many people could make an emergency escape when the tectonic plates on their ground began to shift. Not enough planets were as advanced to help so the United Galactic Nations could only rescue so many. His eyes studied mine with an unreadable look on his face. After a moment, he looked back over to the Valorion man, “A mutt of Valorion. Easy to spot if you ask me.” He said to me, an air of superiority in his tone. “If it’s easy to spot a mutt, then you must have found me quickly.” I said, getting up. I didn’t want to entertain this creep for much longer. “You’re not a mutt, young girl.” He said, still looking at the Valorion bartender making setting my drink down, wordless. This man didn’t know me, he just thought he did. “It was a pleasure chatting with you, but I have places to be.” I nodded in his direction. “Sit.” He said, as I felt my feet leave my control and take steps back to the barstool. My head felt dizzy, eyes blurring. Involuntarily, I got back up. I was being controlled. Suddenly, I felt clear again. I felt adrenaline coarse through me, energy. The desire to run as fast as I could screamed within me, but I sat there like stone, wondering my plan of attack. “Who are you?” I asked, grabbing my drink and sipping quickly. I needed some alcohol for this. “Gregarious Confounduum, but people call me Confounduum, and yourself?” He had an authoritative and grandiose tone as he said his name, as if he knew he was someone ostentatious, like a celebrity. Confounduum… where had I heard that name before? What name could I come up with? I made it up on spot as I spoke, but different words came out, “Rayne Griff.” Did I just say my real name? What the fuck? It was as if I were entranced to tell the truth against my control. “Pleasure is mine, Miss Griff.” He took my hand, kissing it, and sniffing quickly before pulling away. I squinted, wondering why the FUCK he just sniffed my hand? “What do you want from me, Mr. Confounduum?” I asked, looking forward to the bartender who looked panicked, tending the other side of the bar. I was not going to bullshit with this Confounduum guy any longer. I heard a deep rumble come from him, “The companionship of a fae.” Fae? I had never heard that before. “Controlling someone doesn’t get you any friendship points.” I said, words spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them. He roared, laughing loudly. I didn’t know how to take his version of humor. It was frightening and made my hair stick up on my skin, “I never knew a fae so… how do I say… feisty.” He spoke to himself, “But how often do you meet a fae these days?” “You must have mistaken me with another person.” I say, quietly as a few other Valorions sat next to us. It was terrifying to be on Valorion talking about how I was of Nefareon descent, especially in a year before my own. “You must have mistaken yourself with someone else.” His eyes met mine, looking through mine. I felt like my privacy was being invaded as he looked at me. I broke his glance, “Let me go.” I said, feeling my palm twitch as I tried to regain control of my legs to leave the bar. “Only the weak-minded cannot stop me.” He sighed, “I must have been mistaken because you aren’t as powerful as I thought you were. Apologies, young girl.” Ouch.That was a burn to my ego. He didn’t leave, sitting and people watching as they passed us. I felt frozen, my veins pulsing blood through me but I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed, completely. My vision became blurry and I lost all control of my muscles. I felt myself get up, walking away from Confounduum and over to a young Valorion couple with their child in a stroller. My hand outstretched and my eyes began watering. No. No. No. I thought, I couldn’t hurt an infant. This was all sick, twisted and I wanted no part of it. I felt energy pulsating, strong energy, deadly energy. I closed my eyes, taking calm breaths as I halted the energy. The young couple looked at me in confusion as I began walking away, regaining my control. I outstretched my hand to Confounduum, “Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you.” A few sets of heads looked in our direction. I was making a scene I probably shouldn’t have been. He smiled, masochistically, with his dark blue lips, “Don’t humor me.” He fixed his diamond cufflinks on his jacket as he stood, “I wanted to make sure I found the right person. Apparently, I did.” He paused, “I wanted to make sure you were what I thought you were.” Confounduum smirked, “We’ll continue this heart-to-heart another time, when you’re stronger, hm?” I eyed him, dropping my arm and noticing people watching us, wondering what was going on. “Thank you for granting me your undivided attention, but I have business elsewhere.” He sighed, “Pleasure finally meeting my equivalent, Miss Griff.” Confounduum nodded to me, and tapped his watch dangling from his pant pocket. He disappeared in a smoke cloud and a chalk-like puff of dark blue swirled around, dissipating in the air quickly. I looked around, and people were minding their own business, not paying attention to the man who just disappeared. Strange. People chattered as if nothing just happened. Was this all a figment of my imagination? I had no idea. All I knew is that I had to watch out for my new nemesis, and that was Gregarious Confounduum, whoever the fuck that was.

I most likely won't be posting again until Tuesday next week and I thought I'd introduce some chapters that will be the building blocks of the second story. These are...to say the least, not as action-filled nor ABDL filled, but stick with me, because those chapters are coming to fruition. These two chapters are very important to the story, nonetheless. The main elements will be presented in the next chapter, and the pace will pick up completely next week when I plan on posting two chapters. Enjoy, and as always, your feedback is very much welcomed.☺️ Chapter 5: Apparently, I Died Twice “What year do you think we’re in?” I asked Sid, confused and feeling the need to puke from panic. Sid looked at his watch, “2196.” I began hyperventilating, “I wasn’t even born then, what the fuck.” Was I having a full-blown panic attack? One would say that. “Shhhh, slow breaths.” Sid rubbed my back as I kneeled on the floor, “It’s you’re first time so it’s tough, I know.” He was basically cooing me. Ugh. I looked up at him, squinting, “And this is your second?” I asked. Sid blinked, “Possibly.” Well that was a vague answer. “Can you have multiple affixations?” I asked in confusion. Sid smiled, “No.” I cocked my head, “Then what do you mean, Sid?” Sid shook his head, “I’ll tell you some other time, Rayne. Tssss.”He opened the door, “We have to go.” I shook my head and stood, following behind him with a huff, “Fine.” I already had too much information thrown at me, I didn’t need anymore. We walked through Zane’s home, and I looked at the walls that weren’t even painted. The floors weren’t done yet and it was cold. There was a backpack and keys on the floor that Sid picked up, briskly walking to the door. I trailed behind him as he started up an old Jeraki 90’ hovercar. I halted at the front of the car as Sid threw his backpack in the backseats and began to get in. He paused, looking at me, “What are you doing? Come on, Rayne.” I squinted at him as I got in the hovercar, “How?” I asked, completely confused. How did Sid have a car and backpack lined up in this time? It was bewildering. “I’ll tell you a story on the way since we have some time while driving.” Sid said as he looked behind him, backing out of the house. He manually drove down the street, which was surprising because most people drove in autopilot, even back in the day. I sighed, impatiently waiting as I watched him drive. Sid looked to me as I sat in Indian position in his hovercar, finally speaking, “What happens when you affix on someone who is deceased, Rayne?” Why was he asking me? As if I knew? All that I knew was that everything I grew up reading that were supposedly ‘tales’ and ‘fables’ are real so I didn’t know what to believe anymore. The Tales of Nefareon, real. Chronicles of Echonus, based on a true story? I had no idea. I knew what I read, but I just couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes, thinking back to the stories of ancient Amphibians, “They gain the ability to time travel alone.” If Sid could travel alone… then why wasIhere? Pieces of this story didn’t make sense. “Good girl.” Sid said solemnly. What did that mean? I didn’t understand. “Think, Rayne, you’re a smart girl. You already know the answers you seek.” Is it because I died a half a year ago? Did I really die? I didn’t know what that meant. No. Think farther. I heard his words in my head. “How old are you Sid?” I asked. Sid blinked as he looked at the road, “36.” “When were you born?” A moment passed in silence. 2191. I heard his words in my head again. I shook my head, calculating quickly. It was 2219, Sid would be 28, two years older than Zane. Why was he 8 years older than the present time we were once in? It didn’t make sense. “You’re messing with me.” I said with a laugh. Sid shook his head, “I’m not.” He said in a serious tone. My mouth fell in a line, “How did I die?” I asked quietly. “I rather not tell you.” He said quickly. “History repeats itself, Sid. Tell me so I don’t do it again.” Sid smiled, sadly, “You can’t repeat it. It’s in another continuum unlike this one.” Things weren’t adding up. How was he here? Why was he in another space time continuum? It made absolutely no sense. I gave him an unbelieving look, “How can I even trust you? How do I know you’re not trying to kidnap me?” This was all so crazy. How did I know he was telling the truth? He’s been beyond creepy since I’ve met him and I’ve seen no reason to trust his words. Sid shook his head, “Once upon a time I lost my job for a cause, for someone I loved.” Sid’s eyes glowed yellow and his skin shimmered, changing to a light turquoise, as he touched my hand, “Once upon another time, I kneeled to a girl with raven black hair and asked her to marry me before she disappeared before my very eyes.” A tear rolled down his scaly cheek that he wiped away quickly. His eyes slid to mine, “I am here to protect you. I’ve protected you for a long while, in fact, and I will continue to.” For the first time, I could see through his mysterious veil over his eyes as he said, “Sometimes the people we love we cannot have, but we can help. Sometimes those people we are meant to be with aren’t meant to be with us.” He said, his words almost sounding human without his Aquarian accent coating them, “And sometimes all we can do is love and protect from a far.” Was I Grelda this whole time? I didn’t know, I couldn’t remember. Who was I in another dimension? Surely, I had another life I never even knew about. Chapter 6: The Space Time Continuum “That still doesn’t explain why you have a backpack and keys here.” I said, crossing my arms. He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have a long lineage of ancient Amphibians in my family.” “And they help you?” I asked. He snickered loudly to himself, “No, I wish that were the case.” He paused, “My family loathes me, and tried assassinating me and my half-brother on multiple occasions.” “I’m sorry, Sid.” I said, feeling his pain. “Isn’t life so mystifying?” He shook his head in wonder, “We are told ‘whoever you affix is the one we will welcome to the family’ yet I affix to a Nefareon and I’m cast out, an unspeakable outlaw.” I guess it was a curse. I felt terrible for Sid, living a life where he couldn’t be with his family. I understood that, I had never seen my family either. Maybe that’s why we were in love once, because we understood each other. A few hours passed and we were at the United Interspace Launch in Forestor, Hanna. I followed Sid into the entrance and up the glass escalators, “Where are we going?” “To Valorion.” He said and his turquoise lips turned into a grim line. “Well, fuck.” I said. “Watch your language.” His eyes narrowed to me as he halted and I fell into him. He looked around, as if looking for someone. I saw someone approaching us out of the corner of my eye. My eyes lit up in surprise, “Neth?!” I smiled, widely. Nethander smirked slightly as he walked over to us, “Rayne Griff, a pleasure to see you again.” I hugged him and his body went stiff. I get that he hated affection but I couldn’t help myself. A familiar face was something I needed. I had so many questions but I didn’t want to make a scene near our gate. Neth’s face went serious as he looked to Sid. Sid smiled, “Brother.” Did I hear that right? Brother? Things were beginning to make sense now. He nodded to Nethander. Sid stuck his forearm out and Nethander paused, looking at Sid apprehensively before he grabbed Sid’s elbow and did the traditional Aquaria greeting. It was a respectful custom in Aquaria to shake ‘hands’ with grasping each other’s forearms. I was surprised when Sid pulled out intergalactic identification cards, passing them to Nethander and I. My palms sweat as I handed mine to the attendant before going down the walkway to the spacecraft. How are you here? I thought to Nethander after we sat in our seats. I sat in between Nethander and Sid because they seemed like two negative magnets that would, no matter what the case, repel each other. His light green, grey eyes with specks of brown in them constricted as they met mine. I’ll explain later. Remember, people are always reading. He was right. I totally forgot about the rules of being a spy. After all, this wasn’t a mission but this was much more dangerous than a mission for any of us to slip. We were committing time fraud, a serious, eternity in prison, type of crime. It was imperative to stay cool, calm and collected and only speak in private. My palms sweat and my fingers tapped my leg. I was nervous to be in another dimension and going back to one of the most dangerous planets in history. As much as I tried to be brave, I couldn’t help but miss Zane already and wonder how he’d react to me disappearing in the night. Sid’s words echoed in my head. Calm down, tiny one. An entrancing smell went to my nose, slowly gaining strength. A smell so familiar, so enchanting. It was sweet but enticing. It drew me in as I turned my head in Sid’s direction, my eyes meeting his glowing yellow ones. The scent, turning to bursts of cotton and lavender, enveloping me and making me feel incredibly calm, as if I took a few Xanax drops. With the feelings of calm immersing me, I also felt little, babyish. Without any care in the world, I nuzzled my head into Sid’s chest, as his arm wrapped behind my back, lightly caressing my back. I heard Nethander near me sigh and look out the window as the spacecraft began charging. My eyes began closing slowly as I was entranced and beyond comfortable in Sid’s arms. I felt the spacecraft moving forward and, before I could look out the window, I drifted into the best nap of my existence. I woke up hours later in a hotel suite. I nuzzled into a chest, slowly stirring awake. Who’s chest was I on? Zane’s? I had to be dreaming that Sid visited Zane’s house in the middle of the night and we went time traveling. It all had to be a dream, right? I kept my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them I’d see Zane. I slowly opened them, finding Sid’s glowing yellow eyes constricting and dilating, with a pleased smile on his face. I jumped up, “Where are we?” I immediately felt a cold, wetness between my thighs as I moved. Fuck. “Valorion.” Sid said with a crooked smile placed on his face. “Fuck. I wasn’t dreaming.” I rubbed my temples as I looked to the slate tiled floor. I looked around the room, taking in the immaculately decorated space. A floor to ceiling glass window that looked out to the Sequoia, Valorion. A huge city with skyscraper buildings near a beach was before my eyes. It was night in the city but that didn’t mean the people were asleep. Lights spotted the skylines and the sea silently bordered the city, waves crashing quietly on the beach. The Luminous Tower stood tall in the center of the glowing. The Luminous Tower was a historical wonder of the galaxies, once the tallest building in Valorion before it collapsed from a structural defect that caused the towers equilibrium to shift in… 2196? The year we were in. Was I going to see one of the greatest architectural mysteries in Valorion history? Interesting. I looked around the room, breaking out of my thoughts, “Where’s Neth?” I met Sid’s eyes. Sid smiled, “Cute, you call him Neth.” I blushed, immediately feeling belittled. He paused thoughtfully, “He’s drinking his feelings away. Nothing new there. Tssss.” I shifted uncomfortably, wincing at the wet diaper I was in. I wanted so badly to be in normal underwear again and dry. “Someone needs a diaper change.” Sid said nonchalantly, reading a book. “I’m going to the restroom.” I said, getting up. “You know what happened last time, little one.” Sid said, looking up from his book. I felt my jaw tighten. “Come on, Sid. Can’t you leave me alone already?” I looked at him. Sid paused, looking at me for a long moment, “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.” He looked dejectedly back to his book, “Go on, now.” He was surprisingly sad. I was confused. Sid confused me. I watched him for a moment as he sat there, as if I wasn’t there. I went to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower to think and clean myself. Twenty minutes passed of me thinking and meditating in the hot water droplets. What was my purpose here, in 2196? I knew we had to save Zane’s dad, but why? What was going to happen? How dangerous was this all? I felt bad leaving Zane. Who knew how long I'd be gone? I wondered what he'd do when he woke, finding me gone. The thought made me incredibly sad because I missed him already and didn't want him to think I was dead again. The poor guy couldn't get a break and it was my fault entirely. Loud noise broke me out of my thoughts. I tripped out of the tub, quickly pulling on my jeans and shirt. I ran outside the door, seeing Nethander pinned against the wall, Sid strangling him. I stuck my hand out, energy pulsing to Sid and pushing him against the wall, Nethander falling onto the ground, gasping. Sid coughed as he hit the glass window and stood up, fixing his clothes. The room was quiet, and obviously some dialogue was going on between them that I wasn’t a part of. “What the FUCK is going on?” I asked, fuming behind them. Sid said, “Well, Nethander, how about you tell her?” Nethander was clearly intoxicated, barely standing up straight as he smoothed back his hair, “E-“ He looked between us, carefully choosing his slurred words, “Sid is a selfish bloody piece of shit and I hope you see that soon enough, Rayne.” He brushed past me, opening the door, “I’m going to sleep. I hope to see you in hell, brother.” I frowned, confused. Sid fixed his cuffs on his shirt and sat on the chair near the window, looking over the water outside, “I didn’t know you’d already be that strong.” He said thoughtfully. “What’s your side of the story?” I asked, hesitantly walking over to the bed and sitting down in front of Sid. I’d give him the benefit of the doubt, considering I saw him just strangling his brother. Sid’s eyes met mine, with a sad smile, “You always have a way with understanding people for what they are. Always amazing me with how beautiful the interworking’s of your mind are.” He laughed to himself, “You’d think I could predict what you say, but you’re the only person I can’t.” He shook his head, his eyes watery. I waited, patiently. He spoke after a few moments of silence as his dark green skin shimmered and turned into a turquoise, “I’m not a good person, as much as I’d like to be, Rayne.” He looked me over, studying my face, “I’ve done some horrible, unforgiveable things. Some that make me loathe myself, some that have made me almost kill myself.” He blinked away his watery eyes. “Once upon a time, I was part of the Valorion Supremacy. A very dark, twisted race that had no boundaries of right or wrong. I was sworn in with a blood oath, one that, if broken, would mean death, or worse," He gulped, "losing the ones we value the most.” I had only heard stories of the Supremacy. Did I think it was real up until now? No, but now I knew elsewise. He paused, meeting my eyes with a pained look, “The Supremacy has a way of using the things we value against ourselves. Unfortunately, that thing was you. I was, admittedly, selfish and couldn’t let anything come near you. So I did what was necessary.” Sid said solemnly as he looked back out the window. “And what was that?” I asked, on edge to hear the rest. Did I want to know? I didn’t even know. “I chose to torture my own blood in exchange for my affixations safety.” Nethander. Nethander warned us about people who could get into our heads. Little did I know, he was warning us about Sid this whole time.

I've been following this story since you began posting it...and it's so delicately crafted that every chapter I read I'm just waiting to start crying. It hits the dark hole in my heart and makes it warm and red again, hehe. This is beautifully written, so thank you for this early Christmas gift to all of us.