The Little Hunters (April 3rd, 2019 Update)

[Lionsheart]

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.

[Lionsheart]

5 hours ago, Hopsalot said:

Wow... that’s on heck of a punishment. Merry Christmas Hayden?

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

[Lionsheart]

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.

[Lionsheart]

1 hour ago, Hopsalot said:

Mmmm yes I like this new girl, hopefully she stirs up some trouble! Side note: the closing sentence seems to be missing an extra in. But besides that, another story! I love story time, and the foreshadowing.... you did twice in this call Hayden rayne though just a heads up. See you after Christmas!

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!

[HyperShark]

I am liking she lashed out a bit, I always thought she was being absurdly compliant, especially as it was her first day and she would have the most hope of escape and the most fight in her.

[SGTbaby]

Cool  chapters and have a great holiday! Enjoy your time!

[Jayme]

Beautiful story, Hayden may be more special than even the Grandmothers may realise....

Saul's job is going to be interesting and I can't wait to see what happens to everyone.

Merry Christmas & have a Happy Holidays.

[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.

 

[SGTbaby]

Showdown is coming!

[Lionsheart]

I may be taking another break from posting for a few days because I will be working once again. However, I will be checking in to hear your feedback as always! ?

 

Chapter 13

A few days later.

For the first time, Hayden was in the playroom upstairs with Violet. Grandmother Whitney smiled at the two littles and realized she forgot her knitting materials. 

She stood, “I’ll be back. You two play nice now while Grandma is away.” 

Violet’s brown eyes met Hayden’s slowly as she dropped her pacifier, “We only have so much time to talk, Hayden.” Her voice was surprisingly mature as Hayden eyed her.

“About what?” Hayden said, taking out her pacifier as she got up and sat on her knees, curious. 

Violet said, “You’ll be leaving soon and the Rebels need a new leader. One which I want you to be.” She said quickly. 

Hayden blinked, eyebrows furrowing, “B-but, you don’t even know me? How could you be so sure?”  

Violet smiled, sadly as she looked at Hayden’s hair, “You have the mark, that’s all I need to know that you were born to be the new leader.” She smiled.

Hayden frowned, “The mark? What’s tha-“ She heard approaching footsteps and quickly plopped her pacifier back into her mouth. 

Grandmother Whitney came in to find the girls playing patty cake together. She smiled to the girls as she sat in her rocking chair, beginning to knit her ruffle diaper cover for Hayden. 

 

Later on that day, Hayden was playing hide and go seek with the other littles. She chose the best hiding place: underneath the desk in the study room. 

As she was sitting there, waiting to be found, she heard a few voices enter the study and the door slam. Hayden jumped, wondering if it were Elsie.

“No, no, no! This is absurd, I will not have that!” Grandmother Anne Marie said in an upset voice. Hayden fidgeted under the desk, wondering if she should dart out to let the Grandmothers know she was down there. She winced as she heard her diaper crinkle underneath her as she shifted.

 “When requested, we must. It’s the Grandmother’s promise to the Realm after all.” Grandmother Whitney said in a calm voice. 

“This is an outrage! She needs further training, you and I know that well enough.” Grandmother Anne Marie’s voice was uncontrollably furious. Hayden was scared as she sat underneath the desk, trying to breath quietly in fear of being caught. 

“Anne, the adoption papers are signed and faxed. Her last day is next week; there’s no getting around that.”

The Grandmother sighed, her fingers tapping the desk Hayden was under. She paced the room, sitting of the desk chair and looking down.

Grandmother Anne Marie jumped, surprised to see Hayden, “Oof!” She stood, “Look who we have here.” She made a tsk, tsk sound as she placed her hands on her hips. 

Grandmother Whitney walked around the desk, looking down to find Hayden. She kneeled, brushing the girls hair with her fingers and smiling, sadly, “What are you doing down here, little one?”

Hayden placed a finger over her pacifier, “Hwiding!”

Grandmother Whitney blinked sadly, “Looks like you’ll be having a new home, very soon, little one.”

Hayden looked up, surprised, “Alweady?” She asked, slightly stupefied but also taking note that Violet had warned her earlier that day.  

“Unfortunately so.” The grandmother tickled Hayden’s stomach and she giggled.

“Buh I don’t wanna weave.” She said, flicking between Grandmother Whitney and Grandmother Anne Marie who was silent behind Whitney.

Grandmother Anne Marie looked at Hayden, hiding underneath the desk. She knew the little wasn’t prepared enough to leave the Lodge. She was due for another few weeks, even another month at the Boarding Lodge. The little didn’t have much of an attitude anymore… yet that worried the Grandmother. She wanted to break the girl once more before her departure. It was too soon… very too soon for Hayden to leave. 

 

 

Chapter 14

A week later.

Hayden was coloring nervously the morning of her departure from the Lodge. At first, she hated her new home, yet she grew very used to the pampering and love from her Grandmothers. 

Hayden would be lying if she said she wasn’t counting down the days to leave though. It had been two long months and she was ready for something different, an escape. Grandmother Anne Marie could be cruel at times, leaving little Hayden on the sexual edge for three days once. Other times, she gave her multiple ‘treats’ being that Hayden was good, that is. Hayden would miss that, because it wasn’t guaranteed in the slightest where she was going was going to be anywhere near the same regard. 

Hayden was most sad to leave Violet. Poor Violet wasn’t getting any better, no matter how much Grandmother Anne Marie attempted to teach her lessons, that even Hayden knew. Hayden was scared for the girl and wanted to save her from the wrath of the Grandmothers but couldn’t; there was no way. Violet was Hayden’s partner in crime, after all, and Hayden didn’t want to leave her good friend. 

She heard that she was adopted by a married couple about a week prior. Was she nervous? It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t. Hayden was excited to leave the Grandmothers after being babied for so long, yet it was a bittersweet departure. 

Hayden heard the bell ring to the Lodge. Grandmother Anne Marie yelled, “Hayden! Come here!” She said. 

Hayden got up, waddling over in her beautiful red velvet and frilly babydoll dress with her red matching pacifier. She had white stockings pulled over her diaper that was obviously exposed as she ran to meet her new parents. She slid to a halt on the wooden floor as Grandmother Anne Marie came up to her, fixing the girls messy braided hair in a half pony-tail that had a red bow on top. 

Her eyes twinkled behind her round-rimmed glasses as she looked at Hayden. Oh my, would she miss the girl, as much as she’d hated to admit missing such a brat. The other Grandmothers joined them at the entrance. 

Grandmother Eleanor greeted the parents as they walked in, seeing their little for the first time. She’d be back, oh would these parents not know how to handle this one, Grandmother Anne Marie thought to herself as she introduced the Grandmothers. 

Hayden hid behind Grandmother Whitney, shyly. Grandmother Anne Marie frowned, knowing Hayden was only acting. Hayden was bratty, and she came out of her little shell in waves. These new parents would find that out soon enough.

Hayden peaked out, meeting a tall, lanky man’s stare. He had longer, dark wavy hair smootherd back and blue eyes. His eyes lit up meeting hers as he smiled warmly. Grandma Whitney pushed Hayden forward.

His wife squealed, “Oh my! Isn’t she precious, Chase?!” She kneeled down and pinched her cheek. Hayden met the woman who had honey blonde hair and hazel eyes, gawking at Hayden. 

“Yes, very precious, at that.” Chase said, walking over and kneeling with her. When he kneeled, he was nearly Hayden’s height. His wife Carey was putting on a good show, per usual, he thought. 

Hayden shifted, with a slight crinkle of her diaper, not certain what to do she was so awkward at introductions. 

Hayden found herself in these new stranger’s car as they pulled out of the driveway, waving to the Grandmothers as they left. 

Grandmother Whitney cried softly in the cool winter breeze as Grandmother Anne Marie said bitterly, “Don’t worry, she’ll be back.”

 

Once they were on the road for ten minutes, Chase spoke, meeting Hayden’s eyes in the rearview mirror, “What did you do before this?” 

“Color.” Hayden said, a bit confused by the question. 

“We mean before they took you, Hayden.” Carey said next to Hayden, taking away her pacifier from Hayden’s mouth and unclipping it from her dress. Hayden blinked, taken aback by the sudden gesture.

Was this a trick question? Would she be sent back if she answered wrong?

“Um, I was in school to become a doctor.” She shifted in the car seat, nervous.

“Mhm, and how did it make you feel when you were taken?” Chase said, thoughtfully.

Hayden asked, “Why do you want to know?” A bit of an attitude leaving her mouth. Were they trying to get her into trouble?

“Because we were under the assumption that we found the right little.” Carey said slowly. Hayden was utterly confused, what did they mean?

“I mean, where do I begin?” Hayden decided to be honest, “From shitting myself every day to not being able to not being able to have a glass of wine, it sucks. I was almost done with school, only a few more years.” She said, words leaving her mouth quickly, a bit too honestly to these people she just met. Hayden was scared she be punished for cursing but they didn’t say anything.

Carey said, “I’m sorry for your loss of time, Hayden.” Hayden was confused to why Carey was treating her like an equal. It was a strange feeling to have after so long of being belittled and people talking to her in condescending tones. She felt liberated, to a degree.

“What do you guys want from me?” Hayden asked, going straight to the point. 

Chase spoke up, “We want to help you. Maybe one day get you back to your home, your life again. However, you can be an important asset to helping the helpless. To restoring the old ways of the Realm.”

Hayden shifted, her heart rate increasing, “Exactly, what are you referring to?” 

“We want you to join the rebellion. To help us save lives.” Carey said. 

Hayden gulped, knowing fully that if she joined this rebellion, it’d be dangerous. Was it worth it? Putting herself in danger for the sake of people like her? Like her other little friends? To think, if not for being taken Ned would be in the Mundane Realm with his child. Violet would be normal, not being tormented by older women that call themselves 'Grandmothers'. If Hayden had a chance to save those littles... would she take it? Was this her opportunity? 

Hayden thought to herself... what was life without a little danger, after all?

“I’m in.” No if’s, and’s or but’s, as the rule book said. 

[SGTbaby]

Woohoo!!

[Guilend]

This is totally getting interesting now.

[Cya]

Love the last couple of chapters, but that cliffhanger! 

 

You really know how to get people begging for more!

[CDfm]

I know it took me far to long to get to this story. The important thing though, is that I did make it. I am loving the story. I really enjoy the fight in Hayden. Yes I am also really enjoying Rayne Griff but I will gladly take a little break from that story to read this one. This is really turning out to be a awesome story. I can see how Saul might find his way back into Hayden’s life but by that time will he have a chance to make her his or will her involvement in the rebellion ensure that she goes through more reform before he gets his chance. This was well worth a like and I am really looking forward to reading more. 

[Lionsheart]

Hey guys! I apologize for my leave of absence without warning. I went on a ski trip and took a mini break from writing but I'm back for a little bit here to post! Here's another chapter and I'm going to be posting another tomorrow as well. As always, I'm looking forward to your feedback☺️

 

Chapter 15

Two months later.

Hayden’s eyes fell on Rebecca Stone, a ginger girl with her hair in pigtails as she walked with her mommy at the mall. She had been a little for some time, almost four years, and had been sent back to the Boarding Lodge for little reassignment because her last adoptees couldn’t handle her from her ‘outbursts’. 

Rebecca and her mommy went into Rolf’s Kids store as Hayden walked with Chase into the toy store far behind them. Chase, per usual, was a tad bit nervous as he walked with Hayden. 

It was strange to think Chase was part of the Rebels considering he was in stark contrast to his family and always had been the oddball out. He didn’t like the idea of owning littles and was happy when he received a Study Abroad scholarship in college to go to the Mundane Realm, where he met his wife Carey. The Elders didn’t approve of him bringing back Carey into his realm and was given an ultimatum to either marry Carey in the Elven Realm or never see her again.

So, they married, able to travel between the Realms without needed green cards to the Mundane nor Elven. Little did the elders know, Carey was very much against the laws of the lands. Her adopted sister was kidnapped when she was 20 and found to be in the Elven Realm as a ‘little’. It disgusted Carey and she would make sure to save her sister and others of the Realm. Her and Chase had the ability to go between Realms with their own doorway to save littles lives, giving them freedom once more. 

The last piece to their puzzle was Hayden, the elven princess, who was quick-witted, fast on her feet, and had as much heart as Carey and was a ‘kami-kazi’ in their plans. Hayden would throw herself in front of a bullet for Chase and Carey, which they would never want, but it would be easier for Hayden to get out of a fault in a plan than Carey or Chase. 

Chase tried not to think of the circumstances that revolved around what they were doing. If Carey and Chase were ever caught, they’d be sent to prison for life. If Hayden was caught, she’d be sent back to the Boarding Lodge.

Hayden was terrified of ever going back, but she knew it would always be a possibility and worst case scenario for her. Hayden had been laying low with the Rebels. Chase and Carey were a part of the Rebels just as much as she was, but strayed away from having Hayden meet the other littles in fear of Hayden being caught by the Hunter’s who were meticulously searching for trails. 

The Rebels were all laying low, in fact, and hadn’t had a meeting in some time, ever since Hayden had joined, to keep secrecy. After all, the Rebels were without a leader since Violet left and never had returned. It was dark times for the Rebels, although they were still saving littles around the Realm. The Rebels were trying to stay quiet with their attacks, only to strike again very soon.

The tall mommy, a blonde woman, let go of the girl’s hand as she browsed the toys. The girl began walking away towards a stuffed animal bin that other littles were at as the mommy said, “Don’t go too far, Rebecca.” 

Chase let go of Hayden’s hand as she saw her opportunity. She looked to the tall blonde woman who turned into an aisle labeled ‘Baby Food’. 

Hayden came up behind Rebecca, her hand slipping into Rebecca’s.

Hayden smiled behind her pacifier, “Wanna bwe my fwiend?” Hayden winked, hoping the girl got her message. 

Rebecca looked confused, her hand still in Hayden’s.

Hayden took out her paci as she hugged Rebecca, “Come with me and I can help you escape this Realm, Rebecca.” She whispered in the ginger’s ear. As she pulled away, Rebecca’s blue eyes looked at the ground, lost in thought, torn between what she should do. 

She met Hayden’s eyes as Hayden said, “This is your only chance. It’s either now or never.” She said as she turned around, her lace lined pink dress floating up and showing her diaper underneath as she walked away from Rebecca.

Chase began walking out of the store as Hayden trailed behind him and Rebecca began following. Chase smiled at Rebecca and took her and Hayden’s hands as he walked out of the store. 

Rebecca’s heart was pounding as they walked down the mall. She didn’t know this strange girl who had dark brown, purple and silver hair. They could be little predators for all Rebecca knew! But the idea of freedom and curiosity would eat at Rebecca if she didn’t take her chance now. How could she not escape? She had been held in this Realm, under her own will, as a toddler for far too long. Life would never be the same after leaving this Realm, but she couldn’t stay any longer.  

Meanwhile, Carey waited in the car for Chase and Hayden, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. 

As nervous as these assignments made her, she was happy, probably the most happy she had ever been. She had a great husband and a wonderful new daughter. She loved Hayden and, although she didn’t baby her unless in public, she treated her like her own. Hayden was very… feisty yet funny and she got along well with her. Not to mention, Hayden was a great asset to the Rebels and had already saved more than two batches of littles. She was the top performer of little Rebels and she was a proud mother. 

Hayden smiled at Carey who pulled her Range Rover up to the mall’s curb. Chase opened the back door, helping the two littles inside. As they pulled away, two police cars had their signals blaring as they pulled into the mall’s parking lot and up to the curb where Carey had once been waiting. Hayden smiled, knowing that they were too late. 

Hayden spit out her pacifier after a few minutes of getting out of the congested mall parking area. Her pink pacifier fell down on her skirt and hung there as she crossed her legs. 

“Who are you people?” Rebecca asked.

Hayden spoke, bored, “I like to call us the Little Thieves.” She smiled to the girl with a wink. 

“Hayden, we’re not calling ourselves that.” Chase said, turning his head as his hair bounced with the bumps of the car.

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”

“Where are you guys taking me?” Rebecca asked, becoming anxious.

“Back to where you belong: the Mundane Realm.” Hayden said, crossing her eyes and letting her diapered bottom slide down on the car seat in a slouch. It’d be a long ride and Hayden could use a nap after all. 

Rebecca had an internal sigh of relief, “Thank god, I thought you all were predators or something.” 

They all laughed as they took a three-hour car ride to their safe house. 

“Can we stop so I can use the restroom?” Hayden asked as she had her legs on the car seat without her shoes on.

Chase said, looking up from his newspaper, “We had thirty minutes to go. How about you use your diaper?” He taunted. 

Hayden scrunched her face, shifting, “You suck.” 

“Chase is changing you if you wet though.” Carey said with a wink in the rearview mirror. 

Hayden threw her head back with a roll of her eyes as she sat there, knowing full-well Chase was not about to change her diaper. He only changed her once and he was god awful at it. He didn’t even use powder! Even Hayden knew better. 

 

“Hayden!!!” A few of the escaped littles ran up to Hayden, hugging her as she walked into the safehouse.

“How long are you guys staying?” Amber asked Hayden as Rebecca trailed behind shyly in her pigtails and diaper, soon realizing no one else looked quite like her.

Hayden frowned as Chase brought in boxes of food for the week, “Only for a few hours and we have to go back.” Hayden shifted, feeling her bladder weakening. 

Rebecca looked around, seeing these other littles in normal clothing: leggings, t-shirts and sweatshirts. They looked like adults in the Mundane Realm, although they still had cute faces. 

Hayden walked past the few freed littles, “I’m going to the restroom and getting the fuck out of this.” 

Chase said sternly behind, “Keep the diaper on Hayden.”

Hayden pivoted slowly, surprised at the sudden command, “Why?” She met his blue eyes.

“Because we’ll be leaving in an hour or two and there’s no point in you taking it off only to be put back in one.” Chase said firmly. Hayden studied his face, waiting for him to crack a smile or waiver in his tone, yet there was no sign he was joking. She was surprised how straight forward he was being considering he was only like this in public. Sometimes he did it in private but it was only on rare occasions when Hayden irritated him enough. 

Hayden rolled her eyes, “Whatever. I still have to pee.” She turned around in a huff and walked to the restroom.

She sat at the dinner table where mac and cheese was awaiting her as the other littles ate. Her green eyes found Carey’s smiling at her. 

“Good work today, Hayden. We’re so proud of you.” Carey said as Chase nodded in agreement. 

Hayden stabbed a few noodles with a shrug of her shoulders, “Thanks, I guess.” She frowned.

“Why do you seem sad?” Chase asked from across the table, noticing Hayden's sad green eyes cast down.

Hayden’s eyebrows furrowed, as she realized she was sad. What was bothering her so much? She didn’t understand it herself. 

A moment later, she spoke with a shake of her head, “It’s not enough for me. I want to meet them already.” 

Chase swallowed his chicken as he met Carey’s worried hazel eyes.

Carey blinked, knowing that Hayden wanted to meet the other Rebels like her for some time now. She was scared that Hayden would become something uncontrollable to Carey and Chase.

It wasn’t like they could control her to begin with…but their fate was in Hayden’s hands, whether she knew it or not.

[Lionsheart]

17 hours ago, Hopsalot said:

Little thieves! I like it! Chase is a little interesting in that one part where he says no sternly.... hmmmm oh well. Hope you had fun on that trip! Out of curiosity is I, Rayne grift on hold for now?

I, Rayne Griff is still being written for currently; however, I'm just not actively posting because I'm trying to write a lot of chapters for it because some storylines need to be intertwined well enough and I don't want to post something that doesn't make sense to a past or future storyline... if that makes any sense lol?

So basically... it's on hold for posting but I am actively writing for it. I just bit off  more than I can chew on writing two stories at once and college starts up again next week? I don't know why I do these things to myself but I keep doing it, gosh darn it.?

[Lionsheart]

Chapter 16

Saul heard the mother wailing as he sucked in air walking down the hallway. Ugh, another crying parent. He thought to himself as he tried to act like he cared once more. This was the 30^th sad, deranged parent in the Eleven Realm he had investigated with, after all. It was becoming boring, with hardly any leads on this new little Rebel that they named Nix. AKA absolutely no leads so far.

“Rebecca was near the toys! Don’t you all have survelliance video of whoever was with her? The sickos that took her for Elven’s sake!” Mrs. Clarke cried some more.

Saul walked into the room at the perfect timing, “No. The footage was tampered with by the Rebels.” 

“Tampered with, how?!” She said with a crack in her voice. Desperate blue eyes meeting Saul’s.

He cleared his throat, “The surveillance footage was placed on loop from 09:18 to 10:35 AM and no new footage was recorded. We’ve seen this on multiple occasions.” Saul had found many of the rebels through surveillance…yet this one seemed to have a game plan. This one was quite smart, leaving no trails and he wanted to find him or her. 

“Tell us about any little or adult you saw during that period of time. Try to think about it. I know it’s difficult right now but it can help us significantly.” Saul spoke quickly, almost as if it were memorized and recited what he said. He wanted a lead, yet he still didn’t have any. 

He sat back with his arms crossed as he tapped his pencil on his notebook, knowing he would not get much evidence, nor any at all. 

The blonde woman blinked back tears with a shake of her head, “I told Rebecca to not go too far. She went to the toy bin and one other little toddler girl walked up to the toys.”

Saul cleared his throat as he sat forward, intrigued. So it’s girl, he thought, mind musing. 

She shook her head, “I didn’t think anything of it. Just my little having company with another little so I just went to the baby food area.” She shrugged.

Saul spoke, “How’d this little look like?” He asked, fingers grazing his lips. Mrs. Clarke furrowed her eyebrows, trying not to focus on how handsome the detective was in front of her.

With a shake of her head she said, “I-I didn’t really pay much attention but the girl looked… different. Dark brown hair… I think? I only saw her from behind but she was just adorable with her diaper sticking out underneath her dress.” She blinked up at Saul, “A little like that didn’t look malicious. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe someone came up to my baby after that for all I know.” 

Saul shook his head, knowing that the little she saw was most likely the culprit. The most dangerous little’s were the ones who looked the most innocent. Saul knew that all too well. His mind thought deeply, images of Violet in his mind. The most surprising and shocking case thus far. The leader of the Rebels, oh so adorable but close to deadly. She almost broke Saul’s foot after all. 

He remembered the moment he trapped her. Saul had been watching the little’s safe house for some time. She lived with Elder’s who were illegally harboring a few Rebels. The ‘mother’ elder went to prison, a life sentence. The ‘father’ escaped with two of the Rebels to the Mundane Realm, untouchable because of the Realm border laws. Saul could get them back per said laws, but it’d be a lot of work and a custody battle in which he didn’t have the current power nor time for. It was up to him to hunt little Rebels in the Realm, not outside of it anymore. 

Violet’s brown eyes didn’t see Saul coming, as she was snacking in the middle of the night in the kitchen of her safe house. She opened the fridge door, placing the milk back as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She pivoted quickly, dropping the glass milk on his foot as it shattered over the floor. Saul grunted from pain, quickly pinning her against the wall as she began screaming like a hurt animal. 

Saul sighed in annoyance, sticking the tranquilizer into the soft flesh of her bottom. Usually, he gave his Rebels good spankings before putting them to sleep, but there was work to be done that night. 

The mother, Vivian, came running down the stairs by the scream. Saul lowered Violet to the ground as he took out another tranquilizer, throwing it to the mother. She gasped as she saw the syringe searing through the air towards her and the tranquilizer immediately injected serum into her arm as it connected with her. Multiple emotions of shock and anger flicked over her face as she fell to the ground. Saul’s fellow hunters came into the house, rushing up the stairs. 

The father already had one little Rebel trailing behind him and was running to the other room. A door slammed shut as the father and two littles left the house through the window and into the woods behind the house, completely disappearing. 

Saul still wondered where they went to this day… they must have had their own portal nearby. The little Rebels were escaping somehow, and there must have been a few portals to the Mundane Realm unknown to the Elder’s. There had to be… there was no other explanation to Saul that would make quite as much sense.

He sat there, looking at his journal as he listened to Mrs. Clarke still babbling on about these 'terrible people' and how she didn't think such a tiny girl would do this. Saul closed his eyes, trying to think of any brown hair littles he had taken into the Realm in the past few months... Hayden's dark brown hair flashed in his mind, with grey and purple strands and feathers.

Saul cut her off, as he opened his eyes, "Did this girl have... different colors in her hair?"

She blinked, almost as if a light bulb turned on, "Yes! I almost forgot about that! She had some purple streaks and some type of... silver or white? How could I forget!" Mrs. Clarke shook her head.

Saul's pencil broke in his hand he gripped it so hard. He closed his journal, standing, "Thank you for your time Mrs. Clarke." He smiled and nodded to her as he left. 

Wardon was right outside the room as Saul left. 

"Do we have a lead? It sounds like you got a little bit of information on the Nix case." Wardon said. 

Saul shook his head, "No. I'm going home." He walked past Wardon as Wardon gave a strange look at the hunter. Saul was the best little hunter Wardon had ever seen and this Nix case must have been driving Saul crazy. 

That night Saul looked through little identification profiles at the Hunter's office. He hardly visited his cubicle at the office, which was neatly organized in the darkness. His computer screen glowed on his finely chiseled face as he clicked through profiles.

He found the one he was looking for as his eyes studied the girl's moss green eyes in the picture. Strikingly adorable with messy dark brown and colored hair. Saul found himself smiling at the picture. 

Why? Why did it have to be her? Out of all littles, he had hoped he'd never see her as a possible suspect. 

Saul frowned, shaking his head disappointedly at Hayden's picture. He thought she was smart enough to know that the Rebels were a bad group to get into...  Now he was the one who had to turn her in and retrieve her himself. Saul wanted to be the one so badly to take care of Hayden, yet now he wouldn't see her for some time once more. Even then, she would be sent away to the Happy Baby Hospital after the Boarding Lodge like Violet... and he never wanted that for her, not ever. It stung for him to think about it as he sat there. 

It was the reason he didn't tell Wardon; he couldn't until he had made a clear decision. He needed time to think about it.

He clicked on her profile, light grey eyes widening as he read her 'parents' names. His tongue clicked in the silence of the office area as he sat back...Things had gotten more complicated, that was certain.

[SGTbaby]

Great update and no worries about the delay. Hope the ski trip was fun! Never learned and after my ACL replacement don’t think I will. I will enjoy the hot tub with a beverage or two instead...lol. I look forward to seeing how things are complicated. Is it possible the escaped father is helping the rebels still? 

[littleTomás]

Awesome story! The characters have developed quite nicely. Lionsheart, I'd like to chat with you. Can I DM you?

[Lionsheart]

On 1/5/2019 at 10:13 PM, SGTbaby said:

Great update and no worries about the delay. Hope the ski trip was fun! Never learned and after my ACL replacement don’t think I will. I will enjoy the hot tub with a beverage or two instead...lol. I look forward to seeing how things are complicated. Is it possible the escaped father is helping the rebels still? 

Yes completely understandable. It was my first time skiing and I went to the top of the mountain(and I'm not talking the bunny hill) and it was definitely a learning experience as I toppled down it and slightly terrifying but I lived to tell another tale of this story, hehe? 

And I like your theory! I guess we'll find out?

On 1/5/2019 at 11:26 PM, littleTomás said:

Awesome story! The characters have developed quite nicely. Lionsheart, I'd like to chat with you. Can I DM you?

Why thank you! And of course, I'm not going to bite!?

On 1/6/2019 at 12:30 PM, Hopsalot said:

Hmmm intriguing indeed. I can’t believe rebels these days. I mean why on earth would they want to leave such great lives, and families. I wish the best for Saul! 

I know those darn Rebels! ... my thoughts exactly?

 

Anyways, here's another chapter that may explain some things...

 

 

Chapter 17

Saul looked through the countless files that this oh so mysterious little Nix had taken. He placed them on his board in his room, studying them as he placed string connecting the tacks on his map. Saul knew where Hayden was… but he wanted to create a board to figure out where their safe house must have been. He could use his new resources to his advantage until he found his answers.

If Saul could figure out a safe house, then he could figure out where one of the Rebels portal were. He crossed his arms, seeing certain strings pass each other but none of them intersecting completely. They surrounded hundreds of miles of the land of Eden in the Elven Realm... yet no commonplace between them. 

He pulled out his phone, dialing his youngest brother’s number with a sigh.

Chase was making dinner as his phone vibrated on the counter. Hayden was watching TV on the couch as he answered, a bit surprised by the name on his phone... He blinked, staring at the screen for a moment before picking up.

“Heyo! How’s it going buddy?” Chase said, trying to sound casual and not confused to as why his brother was calling out of the blue. Had a family member died? Was there a accident? Was one of his cousins pregnant? The only occasion his eldest brother called for was a serious one.

“Good, just working a lot lately.” Saul paused on the phone, looking out his window as snow fell slowly, “Sorry for the random call… I know we don’t talk as often anymore but I thought I'd change that.”

Chase was taken aback from his brother's sudden warming of his ice cold heart, "U-uh." Chase stuttered, "Yeah, I missed hearing from you, brother." 

Saul walked down his stairs as he tried to remain calm, "So how about we have a get together? I heard you adopted a little and I'd like to invite you all over to my new house." He said smoothly, without falter.

Chase’s mouth fell in a line as he tossed a towel over his shoulder, a bit taken aback that his brother knew Chase had a little. How did Saul know?

Chase acted normal, “Oh yeah! I thought you received my family Christmas card… huh.” Chase knew that he didn’t send Saul anything on purpose, “Well, yes, me, Carey and Hayden would be delighted. Is this a friend or family event?” Chase inquired.

Saul smiled, “A family event. A small celebratory party for your new addition since I didn’t get to see you guys on Christmas this year.” Saul regretted not going to the annual Christmas party… but he was busy trying to catch a Rebel or two. 

“You don’t have to do that! We’ll see you next year I’m sure.” Chase said, trying to snake out of this. Saul was an odd sort to littles and Chase knew his brother all too well. Saul was sure to scare Hayden, especially since she was different than many and the Rebel leader.

Carey came in the kitchen, whispering, “Who’s that?” Chase mouthed ‘Saul’ to her and she widened her eyes and tilted her head in surprise.

Hayden’s head turned from her iPad to them, wondering why they were suddenly quiet. 

“No, I don’t mind. I thought I’d have a small get together. I’ll cook dinner and maybe we can play some games that night. Have a fun, relaxing time.” Saul spoke slowly, wondering what was going through Chase’s head. He knew his brother would be confused to the sudden offer, but his brother was always a people pleaser. Saul had a strong feeling Chase would fall into his trap.

Chase’s hand went through his hair, “Sure, bud. What day will this be?” He was hoping that it’d be a day he could make an excuse. 

“Next Saturday?” Chase mouthed the day to Carey and she began mouthing ‘make something up!’ as she waved her arms angrily at him. 

Chase threw his hands up, “Sure, that works. See you then.” His face was red as his hand went over it, rubbing it in defeat as Carey rolled his eyes at him.

“Oh! And one more thing.” Saul said over the phone, as he forgot something. 

“Hm? What’s that?” Chase said, trying to remain calm.

“Should I buy some diapers for your new baby? What size is she?” He said, already knowing her size but inquiring to act like he didn’t.

“Small. And no, you don’t have too. We have plenty here, although she does wet quite often.” His blue eyes trailed to Hayden’s on the couch who was glaring at him, slightly confused to who he was talking to.

Saul held back his chuckle with a smile on his face, “I will just in case. I don’t want anything on my new carpets.” He paused, his mind musing about Hayden, “I’ll see you in a week then.” 

Chase hung up the phone as Carey said, “Have you lost your mind!?” She lightly punched his shoulder.

Chase threw his hands up, “What am I supposed to do?! Say: Oh yeah, by the way, the Nix case you’ve been following is actually us this whole time!” He said in a deeper voice. 

“Yeah but you could’ve said we were out of town! Your brother is cold-blooded and one of them. He even gives me the chills! I don’t want him anywhere near my daughter.” She blinked, realizing she called Hayden her daughter.

Hayden stood up, placing her iPad on the couch, “I’m so confused, who are you guys talking about?” She walked over to the island counter, standing in her grey sweats and sweatshirt.

“My brother.” Chase said, turning around to stir the noodles, realizing they were probably there for too long. 

“You know, you like never mention your brothers… am I missing some crucial information here? I feel like I’m out of the loop.” Hayden looked at Carey who frowned, crossing her arms as she was still fuming at her husband. 

Chase sighed as he strained the spaghetti noodles, “His name is Saul. He’s a hunter, one that has been hunting little Rebels in specific as of recently.” 

Hayden’s breathing hitched and she gulped, “T-that’s your…” She blinked, feeling dizzy, “brother?” How had she not known that earlier?!

Carey’s angry gaze fixed on Hayden, “Do you know him?” 

Hayden nodded, “Yep, I sure do.” 

 

Hayden drank wine like water as she sat there at dinner that night, “Can we just say that you have a business trip?”

Chase sat back, “Look, I’m as nervous as you. Saul has a built in lie detector in his brain and I don’t want to be near him either… but it’s just one night guys. Should be only a few hours and then we leave.” 

Carey’s hazel eyes rolled as she sipped her Pinot Grigio, her favorite imported wine from the Mundane Realm, “Yeah but your brother likes to interview me every time. All you have to do is act like a bro with him.”

Chase’s eyes narrowed to Hayden’s full plate, switching the subject off of himself, “Are you going to eat?”

Hayden drank the rest of her third cup of wine, “I’m eating wine tonight because of you fucking up for the rest of us.” Her words slurred a bit as she stood, “Your brother has it out for me. No idea why but the moment he sees me you’ll understand.” She walked over to the second bottle of wine, opening it like a wine connoisseur. Her and Carey had a true common passion and that was wine. 

“Want another glass, Carey?” Hayden asked as she spilled some on the counter. 

Chase stood, with a sigh as he came up to Hayden, “Maybe you should eat first before you have any more wine.”

Hayden glared up to him, “I’m an adult and I’ll do as I please.” Her hand hit the wine glass and Chase quickly grabbed it before it spilled onto the counter.

He sighed, going into the cupboard for a sippy cup. Chase dumped the wine in the cup, screwing the lid on and handing it to her.

She glared at him and walked away with the sippy cup in hand, “I’m going to my room before I begin screaming at you.” 

Carey gave Chase a humorous look, “Nice save. I know it’s not entirely your fault..." She paused, thinking, "Did you tell your brother about Hayden? I thought we made sure we left him out of getting a Christmas card, huh.” She sat back in her chair as Chase sat down.

Chase shrugged, “We didn’t send him a card. I honestly don’t know how he found out… maybe our Elderbook profile picture of all of us?”

Carey shook her head, “He’s not on social media though. Knowing him, he probably checked in on us and saw. Just the strangest timing.” 

 

Hayden stared at her ceiling as she laid back on her bed, closing her eyes as she thought about Saul in her drunken state. She felt surprisingly… flustered. Hayden bit her lip, a thought of them having sex flicking across her mind. Hayden got up, walking over to the diapers on her changing table and grabbing one. Was she really going to do this? 

She slipped off her sweatpants and underwear as she placed the diaper under herself and taped it on. It was lightly attached around her but she began touching herself, ignoring the fact that she was obviously bad at diapering her own self. 

Hayden’s mind imagined him touching her, his large hands on her sweet spots. She felt sticky as she moved her hips to her own hand. She moaned, reaching her climax more than a few times. She fell asleep soon after with her cool sweat sticking to her forehead in a film. 

[SGTbaby]

Now that is a twister o a situation and one that will be oh so much fun to watch!!! 

[Guilend]

Oh wow, what a turn of events this has taken. Once again you have me on the seat of my chair on another one of your stories. God I don't think I can take much more, your story telling is amazing. Thank you so much!

[CDfm]

You took some time to go skiing and I still managed to fall behind again. I loved skiing but having broken my leg pretty bad back a few years ago, my time skiing is over. I have a rod that goes down the middle of the tibia from knee to ankle.  The break was right about where most of the pressure on the ski boots is at. I really enjoyed the new chapters. Hayden should cut her losses and get to the mundane realm before her and her and her new parents are all locked up. Now that Saul has a credible leader it isn’t going to take him long to get everything figured out. If they stay and continue to rescue Littles, then the best they can hope for it that Saul decides he wants Hayden for himself. Glad I could give it another like and I am looking forward to reading more. 

[Lionsheart]

Hey guys! Sorry for the hiatus. I'll be popping in here or there to try to post chapters. I hope you all enjoy this new installment and I will be reading your feedback as always.☺️

 

Chapter 18

Saul turned on the stove, placing his pot of water over it. He looked around his house, making sure it was neat and tidy for his guests. He turned on the bathroom light, looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his grey and black hair. 

Saul was, undeniably, eager to see Hayden for the first time since he captured her. He had many dreams of him with her… some that were a bit outside of his normal behaviors towards a little. He tried not to think of those and focus as often as he could. 

Saul wanted her as his little, and, admittedly, he was jealous ever since he found out his brother Chase had Hayden. He couldn’t believe that she was Chase’s little… but most of all, he couldn’t believe his own brother was helping the Rebels. It was jaw-dropping and he was disappointed in his youngest brother and, most of all, Hayden. It wasn’t shocking to him that Carey was part of it. He had heard certain comments at family gatherings and always had a questionable head turn her way. He knew she was different ever since they had married.

The doorbell rang and he flicked off the bathroom light. He walked over to the large double doors of his home, clearing his throat before opening the doors. 

 

Chase, Carey and Hayden stood there, an awkward and nervous tension between them. 

“Is it too late to ask for vodka in my sippy cup?” Hayden asked in a whisper besides them. 

Carey nudged Hayden to shut up as they saw Saul approaching the window. It was honestly a guess to who was the most nervous between them. They had hardly spoke to eachother the whole ride to Saul’s house afterall.

The door opened and Saul smiled, teeth showing as the three walked in. Hayden almost tripping inside as her purple Velcro shoe began slipping off. 

She blushed as she fell into Chase’s back as Saul said, “Hey little brother! How’ve you been?!” Chase grabbed Saul’s hand as his oldest brother pulled him in for a hug. 

Saul saw Hayden trip, but decided not to emphasize the incident considering he was trying to play it cool. He did take note, however, how his brother didn’t even budge as he noticed his ‘daughter’ falling on him. Hm, little neglect, Saul thought.

Saul gave Carey a hug and Carey was awkward from his sudden friendliness. She had never seen Saul so happy to talk to them, considering Chase was probably his least communicative brother. They hardly ever talked at parties and Carey was apprehensive to this new person that took on Saul oh so suddenly. 

After Saul greeted his brother and Carey, Saul’s gaze went down at the little girl with her front hair braided back and a pastel satin bow on the back. He smiled, eyes melting at the cute sight. Very malicious and sneaky, but oh socute and almost asking for cuddles by her eyes alone. So innocent looking, yet so dangerous, Saul thought.

Hayden looked to the ground, as Saul closed the door behind them. She felt gravity flip the switch as she went into the air. Her pacifier flew out of her mouth as she was shocked by the sudden lift off the ground. 

“Ahh, you thought you wouldn’t get special attention once you walked in, huh?” He turned her around in his arms, placing Hayden on his hip and bouncing her as Hayden’s shy green eyes met his awaiting ones only a few inches away from her face. Her mouth was agape as she was suddenly flustered, not knowing what to do, how to act.

He kissed her hair as Carey spoke, “This is your new place?” She asked, looking at the high ceilings and generously furnished living room near the kitchen. 

“Yeah. I have been home a bit more recently so I thought it was time to finally move in. Maybe start my own family.” Saul’s eyes rested on Hayden’s as hid hand held her bottom on his hip. He  felt the soft padding and crinkle that sounded when he bounced her. Oh, how he loved making that noise apparent. 

Hayden blushed, trying not to think about Saul’s hand on her diaper as she looked to the house itself. A beautiful glass diamond chandelier in the dining room hung above a large mahogany wood dining table. The carpets did look new, like Saul warned Chase, and there was a large couch setup that laid underneath the upstairs balcony that looked down to the living room arrangement. A red brick fireplace was on the front area of the living room that the couches sat in front of. Huge windows were near the fireplace that had grey curtains hanging on them. 

Chase grabbed the pacifier on the floor, “It’s beautiful Saul. Work must be treating you well.” 

Hayden could feel a rumble from Saul as he spoke, “Mhm.” He handed Hayden off to Chase, realizing he was holding her for far too long, “I keep telling you I can get you a job with the Hunters, financial stability and plenty of benefits, brother, but you never believe me.” He walked over to the kitchen as Chase placed Hayden back on her feet, helping her out of her own shoes. Chase took her light purple puffy coat off and hung it on the coat hanger.

Saul was trying to act nonchalant with Hayden…as much as he wanted to give her a punishment to her rear end as soon as possible. He wanted to give her that attention she needed that he knew his little brother wasn’t giving, but that time would come eventually. Saul would make sure of it. 

He shook the linguine noodles in the water, turning on his microwave’s timer. Carey walked into the kitchen, setting her wine on the island counter. 

“Here’s a little heart-warming gift.” She smiled, meeting Saul’s eyes. 

Saul had a half smile, eyes studying Carey’s for a moment, “Thank you, but I’m not really a wine drinker.” 

Carey pulled out beer from under her pea coat, “And that’s why I brought beer!” 

Saul chuckled, surprised at the sudden gesture from her. He didn’t speak to Carey much, and it was quite nice of her. 

“Wow, you two really thought this one through.” He said, peeling the tails off shrimp in a bowl, “Does Hayden like nuggets?” Saul looked up at Chase as he walked over to the barstool at the island counter, taking a seat. Carey walked over to the coat hanger, placing her coat over Hayden’s.

Hayden stood awkwardly near Chase, not knowing what to do. Saul’s eyes glanced to Hayden who had her pacifier back in her mouth. She was dressed charmingly, with a onesie top that was a soft pastel pink and a tiny satin ruffle skirt that matched her bow in her hair. Very innocent, almost angelic, looking, but not fooling Saul in the slightest. If she were Saul’s little, he’d make sure her diaper was on full display, whether that’d be under a onesie or in a mini-skirt. She was too cute not to dress accordingly. 

“Those are Hayden’s second favorite.” Carey said across the room. 

Saul smiled, genuinely, “What’s her first?” His mind mused… were they lying to him or were they telling the truth? He couldn’t tell. 

“Mac and cheese.” Both Chase and Carey said at the same time. 

Saul rose his eyebrows as he looked in his freezer… he was good at catching lies but this didn’t seem like one to Saul. Did theyreallybaby Hayden? Or was this all an act? If they were harboring an illegal Rebel, then they were as guilty as Hayden. 

Saul had so many questions and his investigation had only just begun! Saul closed the freezer, knowing he had a box of macaroni and cheese in his cabinet.

They all laughed as Hayden blushed crimson as she shifted while she stood there, feeling the thick padding between her nervous legs. Carey brought crayons and Hayden’s coloring book over to the table. 

“Color babygirl. Look!” She sat at the table as Hayden timidly sat down, shoulders tense, “There are mermaids in this one!” Carey pointed at the mermaids and mythical creatures in the book as Hayden sucked on the pacifier between her lips. 

Hayden focused on coloring as Saul went to cooking and small talked with Chase as they drank beer. Carey opened the wine and poured herself a glass. The only person who needed a drink more than all of them was Hayden… and she would not be getting that. Hayden almost jumped when Saul placed a sippy cup full of apple juice in front of Hayden. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to go out and buy that! We brought our own.” Carey said in surprise. When did Saul get sippy cups? So out of character to Chase and Carey. 

“I got them just in case. I’ve never had a baby here so I thought I’d be prepared.” He said, his words making Hayden’s tummy tickle. Ugh, why, Hayden thought. Why was it when Saul babied her, or said certain words, she felt a tickle in her tummy? Not the Grandmothers, Chase or Carey had ever made her feel that type of way. When the words ‘baby’ or ‘diaper’ came from his deeper, husky voice, it made Hayden feel smaller and more babyish, but also added a thrill factor she couldn’t explain. What was it about him that made her that way. 

“What do you say Hayden?” Chase said, sternly from his barstool chair. 

“Thwank you.” She said behind her pacifier, not looking up. Saul stood there, looking down, seeing how tense Hayden was as she paused in her coloring. She was scared, that was certain from her body language. Saul was good at reading that, very good in fact. 

Saul went back to his cooking as he said, “I approve of her outfit. Super cute.” He said, squeezing lemon juice over the sizzling shrimp in the pan, mind musing over Hayden. 

Chase spoke, “I’ll take the credit. Thank you.” 

Carey laughed and playfully punched Chase as Saul turned around to the couple, “Shut up. That was my outfit I chose for her.” 

Hayden colored, listening to them talk as if she weren’t there. Wrong, it was mine!She thought as she didn’t say a word. It was okay, she’d let them take the credit considering she wouldn’t have said thank you anyways.

Carey cleaned up the table, insisting to help Saul with setting the silverware down. She placed a large purple bib on Hayden and helped set the plates down as Chase sat near Hayden. 

Hayden flinched as Saul set down a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of Hayden. Saul smiled, her slight movement confirming how nervous she was. Oh, how he lived for moments like these. She hadn’t changed a bit, had she?He thought to himself.

Saul made sure to sit at the head of the table, right next to Hayden. Carey sat across from Hayden as they all ate silently for a few moments, no conversation flowing. 

Hayden sat there staring at her macaroni, wondering if she’d at least get a baby spoon. She looked across the table to Carey with a look in her eyes. 

Saul caught the look, one that confirmed that she was not, in fact, properly babied at her current household. He went back to his food, acting as if he didn’t notice. 

Carey blinked at Hayden, then to Saul, “This is incredible. Did you ever take a cooking class or something?” She asked, honestly taken aback by the immaculately cooked garlic shrimp linguine. Hayden sat there, looking at there food as her mouth watered, wishing she were an 'adult' to have their food instead of mac and cheese. As good as mac and cheese was to Hayden, she still would have loved to eat shrimp linguine with wine instead.

Chase shook his head, “Nope, he was always the cook in the family. Always the one to craft the finest cuisine for the rest of us. We probably would have lived off of frozen dinners if not for Saul.” 

Saul smiled, eyes glancing to Hayden who already had cheese on her cheeks. His eyes melted watching her calculate how to eat macaroni with her fingers. Adorable to no end, wasn’t she? He could watch her for hours and still be surprised. 

Carey caught Saul’s adoring look to her little. Hayden wasn’t kidding, huh? She thought, taking a drink of wine. She looked to Chase who was clearly oblivious to Saul’s look at Hayden. Of course, classic Chase who would have been blind without Carey being his eyes. 

“Pinot Grigio, interesting choice.” Saul said, taking a sip of his beer. Carey thought this ‘new’ Saul had emerged… yet he made a statement that sounded like another pressing question. 

“Yes, my favorite from the Mundane Realm.”

“Mm, how often do you two visit?” Saul slid into the question easily. Hayden focused on her noodles that kept slipping out of her fingers, one onto her dress by his question. 

“Oh my, not your pretty skirt!” Carey said across the table. 

Hayden blushed, going to grab the noodle. Her wrist was grabbed quickly as she looked up to Saul’s light grey eyes.

“Ah, ah, baby.” He stood, pulling her to stand up as the noodle fell on the ground but cheese residue was still on her skirt, “You’ll make more of a mess, little one.” 

“I can do that, Saul.” Carey said, standing. 

“No, no, I got it. I don’t mind.” He said, dipping his napkin in his water and dabbing it on Hayden’s skirt and pulling it down, “May I?” His head turned to Chase.

Chase was a bit perturbed by the scene, in which he knew his brother was asserting his dominance to Hayden quite quickly, “Yea, that’s actually what I was going to do.”

“Mhm, sure you were.” Saul said, the words coming out of his mouth too quickly. 

Chase cocked his head to the side as Saul helped Hayden out of her skirt, his fingertips brushing her soft legs, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Saul made sure Hayden was back in her seat before he sat down. Hayden felt a cool air on her legs as she sat there, her diaper obviously protruding from her onesie that had snaps at the crotch. 

“When did your heart change to adopt a little, brother?” Saul asked, sipping his beer with an unwavering look in his eye. 

Chase looked at a loss for words as Carey spoke up, “We’ve been trying to have a baby… a real one, and I’m… infertile.” Carey looked to be blinking back tears. Wow, what a good show they were putting on, Saul thought.

“And since we couldn’t Carey convinced me into us adopting a little.” Chase picked up where Carey’s awkward silence left off. 

Saul nodded, knowing they were lying through their teeth, “Mm, now it makes sense.” He could tell easily that this was all a cover-up. All of his questions were being confirmed and they were answering his internal questions like they wanted him to know at this point. 

Hayden licked her lips as she picked up her sippy cup, drinking it.

“I’m surprised you two got this little.” Saul said, watching the sippy cup drop from Hayden’s hands. Hayden’s face blushed in embarrassment as it fell and Saul’s finger looped under a side of the sippy cup, grabbing it before it toppled to the ground, “Maybe she needs to be fed her food.” He said in a statement as Hayden’s eyes met his. A flicker of annoyance darted across her face, then a blank look followed. Yep, I saw that look little girl, Saul thought. If she were his, she’d be over his lap by now. His finger tapped his leg and Saul resisted the sudden urge. 

“She is a very messy girl.” Carey’s hands clasped together as she looked at Hayden with a smile. She was a cute little to look at. Hayden wanted to reach across the table and playfully threaten Carey with her cheesy hands… but she resisted. They were in close scrutiny with Saul and he was asking very intrusive questions about the family. 

Saul took everyone’s plates and came back with a warm washcloth, wiping Hayden’s cheeks, hands and sippy cup. 

“You’ve been so much help, thank you, Saul.” Carey said as Chase went over to the living room. 

“My pleasure. I thought the least I could do is take your little off of your two’s hands for a night.” He paused, standing up, “If you ever need a babysitter, just know I’m always here. No payment necessary.” Hayden blinked in panic… did he just offer a babysitting service for free?

“We may take you up on that offer. Hayden is a bit of a handful at times and we could use a good date night.” Carey said as she looked at Hayden’s worried eyes and then up to Saul’s genuine ones. Again, she was so surprised how helpful he was being. 

“Did you two want to have one tonight?” He cocked his head, looking over to his brother on the couch. 

Chase’s eyebrows went up by the sudden offer. It was true that him and Carey hadn’t had a date night in some time from their constant work…

“No, we couldn’t.” Carey said with a humbling smile. 

“I insist, giving you guys a night off would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Saul pressed, he wanted to see if his brother was still as much of a pushover as when they were younger. Maybe Saul could get a little taste of what he oh so wanted that night. 

Chase said, “You can have her!” He was slightly joking in his buzzed state as he watched lacrosse on the television. After the few times Hayden had snapped at him, he thought it was only fair.

Oh fuck no! Hayden stared at Carey for help. She stood, nuzzling her head into Carey and hugging her ‘mommy’. Saul looked to Carey with his eyebrows raised, knowing she wore the pants in the relationship.

Carey said, “Maybe not tonight, she’s a bit shy and it takes her a second to warm up.” Saul knew that wasn’t the truth with Hayden. It was a cover, a good one at that.

He smiled, “Maybe some other night she can be with Uncle Saul.” The word uncle he oh so badly wanted to replace with ‘Daddy’. He swallowed it back, glancing to Chase who didn’t know what a treat he had being able to take care of such a precious, yet bratty, little. 

Carey smiled, “We can arrange something maybe when Mommy and Daddy go on a business trip next.” She smiled down to Hayden who was digging her nails into Carey’s waist. Carey kept composure as she wanted to grimace at the pain. She was understanding the hint that Hayden was attempting to send, but this was notthe time. Carey had to play into Saul’s game a bit, because she knew he obviously was on a mission to spend some time with Hayden alone. Carey could easily tell from his studying looks he was giving Hayden. 

Carey pulled Hayden’s arms away and grabbed her wine glass, walking over to the island counter as Hayden was about to sit at the table. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hayden heard Saul above her as he picked her up. Her legs dangled on his hip as his hand was holding her diapered bottom and he bounced her in his arms.

Carey met Hayden’s wide eyes as Carey winked at Hayden and walked to the living room. 

Hayden blinked, shifting her composure so it wasn’t so easily readable. It was too late, because Saul had caught her wide eyes as he smiled. He knew that this little was scared, that was painted across her face. He loved her nervousness because it made it a mental game, one he seeked to play. It was the reason he wanted to adopt Hayden in the first place, after all.

Hayden bit her lip as she met his light grey eyes. Saul’s eyes looked at her lips for a moment, then back to her green eyes with a smile. He brought her over to the sectional couch, depositing her on the opposite corner of Chase and Carey as he lunged over the little. 

“Someone seems grumpy, aren’t we? Hm?” His hand tickling her side in an instant, “Where’s the happy baby? Is she here?” He asked.

Hayden grumbled, almost saying no as she felt his fingers dance on her sides and she began squirming. 

She began laughing as she said, “No! Pwease no!” She used her ‘baby’ voice.

He ignored her, as she giggled uncontrollably as she squirmed and her sides and armpits were mercilessly tickled. She turned and was about to crawl towards Carey and she felt her legs grabbed and pulled over Saul’s lap. 

“Aha! Look we have here! Little feeties!” He said as he began tickling her lace sock covered feet.

Her bladder was building as he tickled her feet and the back of her knees. She couldn’t hold her bladder as she began wetting. After a few minutes, the back of her neck was sweating from squirming and trying to get away. It became apparent that Saul was relentless. 

Saul stopped, pulling Hayden into his lap as he sat back on the couch. Chase began clapping as his favorite Elven lacrosse team scored, completely ignoring Saul tickling his little. 

“Someone needs a change.” Saul said, musing to himself as he patted Hayden’s diaper and she squirmed more. He was hoping she’d be wet after a good tickling and it seemed to do the trick. 

“Oh my! Already? I’ll change her.” Carey said, standing as she walked over to the diaper bag on the ground in the entry way. 

“I can change her, I don’t mind.” He said, setting Hayden down on the long part of the couch. 

“Oh no, you’ve helped us with her enough! We couldn’t-” 

“No, I insist. I need to keep up my diaper changing skills, after all. It’s rare I change little’s diapers as of lately.” Saul said, as Carey set a bottle of powder, wipes, a changing mat, and a diaper on the couch.

Hayden blushed red, although her face was already flushed, as she squirmed, hoping that Carey was going to change her. 

“I must admit, this is kind of nice having someone else take care of Hayden for the night. For once, I’m not on diaper duty!” Carey said, beaming a smile to Saul as she sat back down. 

Saul chuckled, “I’m sure. Considering Hayden must wet quite often.” Hayden bit her lip as she shifted, wanting to talk back so badly. 

She raised her hips automatically as he placed the pastel pink butterfly changing mat underneath Hayden’s bottom. He removed the tapes of the diaper, taking a wipe. She looked at the ceiling, trying to not react to the cool wipes on her parts. Hayden wished she had a pacifier or something that could cover part of her face during the awkward diaper change. 

She jumped when she felt him tap underneath her thigh, “Legs up, little one.” His voice was firm, commanding.

Hayden raised her legs after hesitation and he held her legs, taking his time as he wiped her bottom. As he threw the wipes in the diaper and rolled it up, placing the diaper to the side, Hayden lowered her legs. 

Saul swatted her bottom and she squealed, “Ah, ah, keep your legs up.” His eyebrows were raised at her and she blinked in response, attempting her very best not to hiss back at him.

Hayden bit her lip, the quick swat leaving a sting on her bottom. He opened the diaper, stretching it out as he slid it under her and began shaking the powder bottle, but no powder came out. 

Saul said, twisting the cap and removing the new bottle’s seal, “New bottle, huh?” He cocked his head to Chase and Carey, eyes all-knowing. 

“Yeah, we just went to the store this morning.” Carey smiled, adding a bit of her country sweetness into her sentence.

Or you just never diaper Hayden yourselves, Saul thought, almost speaking the words. His mind checked all of the boxes of his suspicions. Hayden wasn’t trained anymore. She wasn’t the ‘baby’; she was being treated like an adult at home. That was blatantly obvious to Saul. 

There was an awkward silence as Saul generously powdered Hayden’s bottom and taped the diaper on her. He snapped the crotch of her onsie, hands gliding over her leak guards. 

Saul picked Hayden up, standing with her in his arms, “After I put Hayden down for a nap, I think it’s appropriate we have an adult conversation, hm?”

Chase and Carey turned their heads to Saul in confusion, not saying a word. Carey was, for the first time, speechless on what to say or do. Saul was placing a foot down and was acting as if he was Hayden's Elder, not theirs, in a blink of the eye. She was taken aback, not knowing what to do. 

Saul set Hayden down on his bed, grabbing his fuzzy dark coco blanket and wrapping Hayden in it. Hayden’s cheeks were still flushed and she wasn’t tired, at all. She wanted to be part of this conversation because the mood shifted entirely. What were they about to talk about that she couldn’t be a part of? Millions of thoughts were running through her mind.

She laid there, blinking up at Saul as he brushed her hair behind her ear, “Nap time, little one.” He flicked off the light in his room and closed the door softly. Hayden laid there, tense as she shifted feeling the fluffy diaper between her legs. She grumbled in the dark, smelling the forest scented cologne enveloped in Saul’s blankets and comforter. 

Hayden laid there for a few minutes, hardly hearing anything. She got up, pressing her ear to the door hearing only the sound of their voices, but not being able to hear their words clearly, only muffles of them. Hayden grumbled to herself as she gave up, crawling back into her spot on the bed realizing she couldn’t hear them at all from where she was. All she knew was that the tone was serious. 

 

Meanwhile, in the dining area, Chase spoke, taken aback, “No, we can’t. We won’t.” 

Saul crossed his arms, sitting back, “It doesn’t matter what you decide to do. I’m giving you a choice. You can take it or leave it but they will want her eventually. We will find her, whether that be in this realm or the Mundane one. I can assure of that.” 

Carey shook her head, “But, you can keep our secret. You can help us.” She clasped her hands on the table. 

Saul sighed, “Help you with what? Ending the immortality of the ancient Elders one by one?” Saul laughed loudly to himself, “Do you know the magnitude of the Rebels actions? Are you both completely blind? This is illegal, immoral. I will have no part in it and I’m giving you both a choice before you spend the rest of your lives in the confines of a prison cell.”

Carey shook her head, “Is that what they tell you? That the Rebels are ‘ending immortality’. There is no evidence, no proof that this is all correlated to little’s leaving this realm.” Carey was fired up in the heat of the debate. If only Hayden were there, she would be right behind Carey. 

Saul squinted at Carey, talking slowly, “Edmond Meldon, recently deceased ancient Elder, born in the year 102, survived 1917 years before, just a week ago, a sudden heart attack in his mansion.” Saul paused, eyes looking from Chase to Carey, “That same day, Fawn Greene was taken from her home by a little Rebel.”

Carey shook her head, “That’s only one circumstance that has a possible correlation. There are no scientific proof or logic backing these allegations.” 

“Caderyn Rhydarius, found in her garden from a sudden brain aneurysm the same day, around the same time Rebecca Stone was taken.” Saul’s face was serious as Chase squinted at the table, shaking his head, “Shall I continue?” A silence came upon the room as Carey and Chase sat there, suddenly quiet.

He stood, going over to the fridge as he broke the silence, “Another beer, brother?” 

Chase shook his head, “No thank you, we’ll be leaving.” Chase stood. 

“Sit down. I’m your family for Elven sake and I’m looking out for you. Like always.” Saul said, taking a sip as he eyed his brother. 

Chase sat back down, tapping his long fingers on the table, “What’s the point of all of this? You reach out to me for the first time in years to what? Blackmail us!?” Chase said, his voice raising in anger. 

Saul smiled, crossing his arms as he pressed his back on the counter, “Oh, come on, have more faith in me than that little brother." He spoke, offended from his Chase's words, "I didn’t invite you here to blackmail you. I’m here to help you. I’m giving you options, simple.” 

Carey spoke, cutting off Chase from responding, “Fine. You’ve convinced me.” Her blue eyes met Saul’s, sadly.

Chase looked at Carey, shocked. He shook his head, going quiet. 

Then, finally, he spoke, “Sure. Whatever Carey wants to do I’ll follow.” 

[SGTbaby]

Wow! I wonder if there is a game at play? This is a great and frustrating ending! Can’t wait for more!