TerranV Posted June 23, 2024 Posted June 23, 2024 Now I'm worried she'll put off making a decision just so she can continue to have both of them.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted June 26, 2024 Author Posted June 26, 2024 Chapter 20: Brat Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess I began stirring from this deep slumber as I felt the ground beneath me moving. Wait… no… it wasn’t the ground… It was Fiona. She began squirming about underneath me, which caused me to wake. “Oh, sorry baby! Did I disturb you?” she whispered down to me. “I… no, it’s okay… how long was I out?” I asked, my voice sounding rough after sleeping, like it always does. “A good hour or so. I made it through a movie, albeit a short one.” “Oh no! Did I leave you with the…” “Thankfully, you left the remote control nearby when you fell asleep,” she replied before I could finish my sentence. “So I’ve been watching this murder mystery whilst you’ve been napping on me. Which… might I add… was adorable!” “The murder mystery was adorable?” “No, you are! Silly!” I blushed and buried my face into her chest, before awkwardly rolling off her. “Nu adorble…” I mumbled. “Right, now that that cute lil padded butt has freed me, I can quickly use the bathroom! I’ve been dying for a piss for an hour!” she laughed, standing up and stretching her limbs. “Sowwy… but also I… I need to go too…” “To the bathroom? Oh sweetie…” I knew what was coming next, but it still made the butterflies and the squirminess take over my body as she said it. “...You’re wearing your bathroom.” “Eeeeeek!” I squealed, grabbing a nearby otter stuffie and shoving my face into it to try and hide the redness that was most likely rapidly spreading across it. “Right, be good, use your nappy, and Mummy will be back soon,” she said, turning to the bathroom, but then quickly turned back to look at me. “Sorry… didn’t mean to use that name… I…” “It’s okay… I guess we’re seeing if it fits anyway…” “You can call the other Mummy it too then. Until you decide who to choose, of course. Make it even. That fair?” “Uh huh!” I replied, as she smiled and walked into the bathroom. One of these two women vying for my heart was going to become my Mummy, that was certain. That is… if I don’t fuck everything up. And I really do feel strongly about both of them. So yeah… it didn’t bother me that she called herself that. It actually felt… nice. Like… it was meant to be. But then will I get the same feeling with Avery? Maybe that would be it! Maybe that would be the way I could tell which one I want to be with! Though if it’s the same with her… then I’m back to square one. Normally I’d feel weird if someone started calling themselves Mummy or Daddy too early in a relationship, even if it wasn’t my own relationship, but this… this did genuinely feel right. She was gone for a few minutes, before I heard the toilet flushing and the taps running. I really did need to pee… and I wanted to be a good girl for her… so… Focusing as hard as I could, I pressed myself, trying to push something out into my nappy… but nothing. Bone dry down there. I knew I really needed to pee, but for some reason, I couldn’t. And it wasn’t stage fright or pressure, I’ve wet myself at many littles events and in front of my friends. I have no issue going. If anything… The issue is staying dry usually! But no, for some reason… I just couldn’t wet my nappy. “D’awww, does the baby need to go poopy?” Fiona said, taking me by surprise. So much so that I fell backwards, onto my padded butt. “I… no! I… just couldn’t go…” I replied, flustered. “That’s okay, baby girl. You’ll wet it eventually…” she grinned, making the butterflies flutter around my tummy faster than ever. “Now, come snuggle up with me and maybe we can actually watch something together, maybe chat a bit. I’d like to think I’ve gotten to know big Lucy… I’d like to chat to little Lucy for a bit, ‘kay?” I blushed and nodded, smiling up at the very gorgeous, more masc-presenting, werewolf Mummy that stood in front of me. I swear this woman had an aura that just made me want to kneel at her feet and worship her. Which was weird, as Avery is clearly the more dominant one. Sitting back down in the blanket fort, Fiona waved me over to snuggle with her, so I didn’t even take a second to hesitate before I quickly crawled over and snuggled up by her side. “Comfy?” she asked. “Uh huh.” “So…” “Soooo…” There was this awkward pause where we both didn’t know what to say or do, before I realised I hadn’t asked the important question… “I…” I muttered, hesitant about asking it. “What is it, baby?” “What did Beth say to you?” “In regards to your punishment?” she grinned. “I… hmph! I mean in general, but yes, I suppose that too…” “Well I’m a woman of my word, I can’t tell you about your punishment, though I can say you won’t enjoy it. But it’s not horrible, I’ll tell you that. As for what we talked about… she did the whole ‘overprotective friend’ routine on me.” “Sorry…” “Oh don’t be! I’m glad you’ve got such amazing friends who would do anything for you! And… It was nice to see that Beth is the woman I’ve heard about. The tales were not lying.” “The tales?” “I’ll tell you about them in the future. But I’ll just say that people really admire her, and I was not disappointed. She told me a bit about you, how anxious and isolated you are, how…” “Sorry…” I interrupted, feeling bad. Beth had told her all my bad points. So no doubt she’s going to want to run soon… “Shhhh, sweetie. Just means you’re a sensitive, precious little baby who needs lots of love and care.” My heart had never felt happier as I buried my face back into her chest once again. “I…” “She told me that you’ve spent a lot of time alone. You’ve had friends, but never partners… why is that?” “I’ve had some. But… They were not nice people. Messed me about. Made me feel bad.” “Oh hun, no wonder you’re so hesitant about choosing between me and the other woman. You want to make sure you don’t make the wrong decision again, aren’t you?” “Did… did Beth say that?” “No, though thinking back, she did hint at it. I put it together just now, and sweetie… this isn’t going to scare me off, okay? I’m still a thousand percent interested in you. A thousand and one percent in fact!” “But… that’s…” “Shhh… Let me dote on you. Seriously, you’re a wonderful little girl. And if I have to, I will fight that other woman for you.” “Please don’t!” I cried out. “I’m only joking, lil pup. But seriously, you’re worth fighting for. Even if you can’t see it. So don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” “Fank you…” I blushed, looking up at her, staring into her beautiful, dazzling eyes. “So… what else did you…?” “Well aren’t you a nosy little pup?” she grinned at me, nuzzling her nose against mine. “I… No! I jus…” Before I got too flustered, she placed her hand on top of my head and tousled my hair, making me fidget around, trying to stop her. “Sweetie, it’s okay! It’s normal for little girls to be interested in what grown ups talk about…” she teased. “But yes, we talked a bit. She told me about the community she leads, about the munches and the events she runs. She told me that you and your friends attend, and that it took you a long time to open up and socialise with more littles…” “I… uh huh…” “And she also told me that I’m welcome, even if you and I don’t work out.” “Good. Cus… I dun wan you avoiding the community if we don’t… I mean… You’re an awesome Mummy, and whoever gets to be your little one is very lucky indeed…” “Well thank you, sweetpea. But we’ll worry about that if it comes to it. Either way, she told me all about the events, what actually goes on at them, her relationship with Susie, basically… I think she was introducing me to the group.” “Then wow…” I replied, my mouth open in shock. “What?” Fiona asked. “Then she really likes you. She is usually very hesitant about introducing people into our inner circle.” “There’s an inner circle?” she asked. “Uh huh. Her and Susie, Vic and Nia, Abs and Grim and sometimes their partners… and me. And now you!” “What about… Medusa?” “Meddy is like the next layer of the circle. We hang out with her at events sometimes, but outside of those… she doesn’t come to munches or anything and she mostly hangs out with her own circle of littles.” “Oh okay… I’ve got a lot to learn about the social circles of this community. Honestly… it’s a teensy bit overwhelming, in fact it’s one of the things that has kept me from trying to introduce myself in the past. It’s why I’ve kept it to relationships with littles who don’t attend the Sanctuary events.” “Well now you’re in, and you’re in the best circle!” “Even if you pick the other woman?” “If… if you’re okay with… umm…” “I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” she smiled at me, weakly. As if the air had been let out of her… she looked deflated. Not wanting to sour the mood, I quickly reached up and instinctively kissed her on the cheek, softly. “D’aww! What was that for, little one?” There it was. The mood had been unsoured in an instant. Her face lit up as soon as I smooched it. “Been wanting to do it for a while…” “Well…” she said, which sounded a little growl-y… “Well?” I replied, innocently. “Well if you’re allowed to do what you’ve been wanting to do for a while…” she grinned at me, edging closer and closer, until she was hovering over me, looking down into my eyes… like I was prey. “I… umm…” She lunged for me, planting her lips on mine… and I was about to lose myself in the moment… when I heard the door unlock with a beep, as if someone had used a card. “SUP BITCHES!” A bag flew across the room, hitting me in the face and knocking me down, whilst Fiona jumped to her feet, readying herself to defend me. “Ooops… Sorry Luce! My aim has been off all day…” a familiar voice said from the doorway as I was sitting up, recovering from the sudden ambush. “Who…” was all Fiona could say before the intruder cut them off. “So you’re the wolfgirl…” “Nia… play nice…” I growled at my crimson skinned friend, who stood there in a cheerleader uniform. “Wait… why are you…?” “Dressed like a slutty cheerleader? Well I WAS having some fun feeding time with Vic, until Susie texted me and told me all about the attack. So we rushed over here to protect you...” “We’re in the Sanctuary, we don’t need…” “...And maybe check out the hot wolf you’ve been flirting with…” Nia grinned. “I… I assume by the crimson skin, black tail and horns, and the cocky attitude… you’re Nia, the demon-slash-angel-slash-brat?” Fiona asked, raising her eyebrow at my close friend. “Awwww! She told you about me? Luce… I knew you loved me!” Nia grinned, as if she was proud of the brat part. Which… to be fair… she was. “Fiona…” I said, sighing. “Fiona, this is Nia, one of my best friends. Nia, this is Fiona… my… date.” Fiona walked slowly over to my demonic friend. A friend, who might I add, looked adorable in her little pink and white cheerleader uniform… which very much did not hide the thick padding underneath the skirt. Standing over the brat, Fiona looked her up and down, grinning. “Oh I can’t wait to meet the woman who tamed this brat…” was all she said. And that was all that was needed to set Nia’s bratty side off. Tail standing up on end, eyes narrowing as she stared up at the red-haired domme, fists clenching… Nia was about to burst. Nia, you see, is a brat. That much is obvious. She might just be one of the biggest brats I know. But she still shares the same trait that all brats have… they melt under even the slightest amount of pressure. And I could tell Nia wanted to brat hard against Fiona. And maybe she would be too much brat for Fiona to handle… but before we could find out, another person stepped into the hotel room. “Nia…” Victoria growled. In an instant, Nia backed down, like a puppy being told off, as she huffed and shuffled over to her girlfriend quickly, grabbing her arm and going quiet. “Oh wow… you’re going to have to teach me that. You must be… Victoria, right?” Fiona asked the other domme in the room. “That I am. And you must be Fiona. I’ve heard a lot about you, mostly from Beth and the chatter these little ones make to each other. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” “Likewise! I… so you’re… umm…” Now it was Fiona’s turn to look awkward and nervous. “Human? Yup. But don’t worry, these lot don’t treat me like one. Oh and you don’t need me to teach you anything…” “Why not?” Fiona asked. “Because Lucy is the most well behaved little girl I know. The only time you’ll ever have to spank her is if you want to or she wants you to. In all the time I’ve known her… she’s never earned a single spanking. Except when she makes stupid decisions… like introducing an unknown human to the Sanctuary without permission…” Victoria growled at me, making me melt… but also cower in fear behind a stuffie. “Sowwy…” I mumbled. “I know hun. I assume Fiona knows about the punishment?” “Beth told me all about it.” Fiona replied. “Oh it’s going to be so much fun!” Vic smiled at me, as did Nia… which makes me think even Nia knows what Beth is planning! “Well we’ll leave you to it, we’re just here because we were worried. I think we’ll stick around for a while though, it’ll be nice to catch up with Beth. Come along, Nia, I think you’ve earned yourself a punishment for barging in…” I couldn’t tell if Nia was excited or nervous about this punishment, as her tail seemed to have a mind of its own and could be swishing about for either reason. “Oh and Fiona? When you come downstairs, you should come chat with Beth and I. I’d love to get to know you properly, and not just from what I’ve been told,” Victoria smiled warmly at her. “Likewise. Yeah, don’t worry. And thank you, we’ll see you soon.” Vic was leaving the room with Nia clinging to her arm, and Fiona was turning to me, smiling nervously after suddenly being thrust into meeting more of my friends… when Grim rushed into the doorway, panting. Sniffing the air, he looked at Fiona and waved. “I… umm… sorry… But… umm… you weren’t answering your phone. Umm… Lucy?” he said, panting heavily. “Yeah?” I asked. “You… umm… have another visitor…” ======================================================= Sunday's chapter may be a bit late in the day, or maybe even the day after. Sorry. New expansion of a game I love is out and I'm going to be busy all weekend! I'll try to find a bit of time to post the chapter as soon as I can on Sunday. Maybe it'll be super early on Sunday morning, we'll see. Also mwhahahaha... it's never gonna be easy for Lucy, is it? 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Moon3ye Posted June 26, 2024 Posted June 26, 2024 Oh I'm melting (well could be because of the 33 degrees I have here at the moment). I love everything about it great story. Looking forward to seeing how it continues.
TerranV Posted June 26, 2024 Posted June 26, 2024 Let me grab some popcorn as I continue to hope my "why not both" wish comes true. 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 3, 2024 Author Posted July 3, 2024 Chapter 21: Visitor Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess “Can… Can you give me a minute?” I asked Fiona, as I quickly got up and went to follow my friends back downstairs. “Sure, but… who is it?” she asked. “No idea…” I lied. I knew exactly who it was. No one ever calls for me, no one else would know to specifically call for me here… so no… this was Avery for sure. But I felt like it may ruin everything right now with Fiona if I tell her that the other woman I’m seeing is right downstairs… interrupting our date. “Well hurry back up, I need my little cuddle-buddy!” she smiled at me, looking… hurt. I think she knew who was downstairs, but didn’t want to say anything. Which just added to the guilt I was already feeling. So I just nodded in reply, and awkwardly waddled out of the hotel room we were using, grabbing my adult clothes and trying to catch up with my friends piling into the elevator at the end of the corridor. “So… who is it downstairs?” Nia asked, oblivious to the obvious as we descended in the elevator to the ground floor. During the descent I changed into my adult clothes, holding the footed sleeper in my arms. Everyone looked away as I did… except Nia of course, who kept trying to peek. “The human…” Grim whispered. “SHIT! SERIOUSLY?” “Nia…” Victoria warned her. She didn’t need any other words or anything… she was honestly so amazing at putting Nia in her place. I don’t think even Beth can stop Nia’s brattiness when she’s gotten started, which makes Vic really intimidating sometimes. Nia suddenly calmed down and looked down at the floor, embarrassed. “Sowwy…” “Grim? Do you know why she’s here?” I asked. “She was worried about you, apparently,” he replied, shrugging. “Ugh… this is the worst timing!” “Oh this love triangle is getting even better!” Nia grinned. “Nia… you’re not helping…” Vic admonished her. “I know but…” “It’s not even a love triangle anyway! Surely a love triangle would imply there's some kind of relationship between those two? Because all three points connect to each other, so why would it be shaped like a triangle? It’s more of a… love… angle?” I suggested, realising it sounded stupid. But hey, I’m not wrong about the ‘love triangle’ term! It’s stupid and overused and… and… it’s technically incorrect! “Love angle?” scoffed Nia. “Love arrow then? Love umm… what shape would it be?” I tried visually showing what the connection looked like with my fingers… but everyone just shrugged. “It’s a confusing mess, that’s what it is…” Vic said, rolling her eyes at us all. “I hope you decide which one you intend to further your relationship with soon, for their sake.” Okay… that hurt. I already felt bad about leading both along with all this shit, especially now both are involved with this whole ‘hunter’ business… but I’ve even got my friends telling me off now! “I know…” “Do you though, Little Luce?” she looked down at me, judging me… and suddenly I felt two feet tall. “These women are risking their lives for you, and you can’t even decide which one you like the most…” “I… I’m sorry…” “Vic… that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” Nia interrupted, sounding a lot less bratty and childish than she had just a moment ago. And a lot more serious. It was also rare that Nia used her girlfriend’s actual name, as the majority of the time she just called her Mummy, so it was clear that Vic had maybe crossed a line that even Nia wasn’t happy with. “No sweetie. Lucy is putting off a difficult choice, in the hope that the universe will pick for her. And one of these women is going to get hurt in the end. Surely it’s best to choose now and save the other from the pain. The closer you get to them, the more it’ll hurt them when you drop them for the other…” The elevator stopped, and the doors opened, and I used that opportunity to rush out before I felt even worse about my situation. She wasn’t wrong though, that’s why it hurt so much. I was leading them both on… and I was going to hurt one… if not both… of them. Maybe… maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have eith… “LUCY!” a cry of relief was shouted from the other side of the lobby, as a figure rushed over to me and hugged me tightly. “I… hi…” I said to Avery, my words muffled by her sweater that my face was currently being squeezed again. “Why… why are you here?” “Because you weren’t answering your texts!” she replied, sounding worried. “I… oh… sorry…” “My siblings contacted me shortly after you and I hung up, and they gave me ‘one last warning’ to stay away from you, as they were going to hunt you down and kill you. So I tried getting in touch with you, but you weren’t answering. Which made me worry that they had found you here…” “Sorry for making you worry… I…” Before I could finish my sentence, a voice I wasn’t expecting came from behind us. “So you came here? Potentially leading them back to the Sanctuary?” they said, angrily. I spun around, Avery’s arms still wrapped around me, to see… …Fiona. “Fi…” Fiona was standing there, outside the other elevator, with her arms crossed. She looked pissed. Eyeing Avery up and down, clearly judging every aspect of her… I could feel the tension in the air. “So you’re the other woman…” she growled. This… this was my worst nightmare. This was it. This was the end of everything. I thought that maybe… just maybe… if their paths didn’t cross… that maybe they wouldn’t hate me and I’d still end up with one of them. But this, this was probably going to end in disaster… and I’d probably lose both. Tears started forming in the corners of my eyes as the two caregivers stared daggers at each other, all whilst my friends slowly backed off, out of the way, into the other room, as they tried to hide. “I think we should leave, Nia… let’s go home… we have a lot of… umm… stuff… to do…” Vic said to her girlfriend, extremely awkwardly, as Nia nodded and took her hand… both of them leaving out of the back entrance towards the parking lot. I didn’t know what to do. Grim had left me too, probably running for his life. Or maybe to get Beth so she can try and mediate what was probably going to be a colossal fight. “I made sure I wasn’t followed!” Avery finally spoke up, defending herself. “Like you made sure she was safe when you were out earlier?” Fiona snapped back at her. She sounded like a very overprotective Mama Bear right now, and it was scary. “I wasn’t expecting my siblings then. I am now.” “And how can you be sure you weren’t followed?” Fiona asked. “Because I was trained alongside them. I know how they think, how they hunt. I know how to lose people who are following me.” “Oh and remind me… how did you learn that? Oh wait… because you’re a hunter!” “I’m not a hunter! I’ve never hurt or killed any monstrum!” Avery cried back at her, sounding hurt by the accusation that she would ever harm anyone. “But you were trained by people who have. Trained with the people currently hunting Lucy…” “Yes. I’m not ashamed of my upbringing. My parents…” “Your parents are hunters!” growled Fiona. “No, they’re not! My Grandfather was. My parents were monstrum allies. They…” “Didn’t stop you being trained in the family trade…” “Because they DIED!” Avery screamed back at Fiona, who looked really guilty all of a sudden. “And hey, what about you? You saw one lipstick mark and then ran for the hills? You know how sensitive this poor girl is! How much she’d internalise this. If you didn’t abandon her because of a silly mistake, she wouldn’t have called me, and we wouldn’t have gone out looking for food!” “So now it’s MY fault that you brought trouble to her life?” “I didn’t!” Avery snapped at her. “I defended her when she needed defending!” “And I had to shelter her when you lost her!” I hadn’t seen either of these two angry before… and it was scaring me. Especially as I was currently being caught in the middle, and as Avery said… I’m very sensitive to negative emotions. The tears had gone from building up in the corner of my eyes… to full on streaming… as I wanted to scream at them both, to order them to stop fighting. But it was no use. I’m already as quiet as a mouse, and these two looked like they were ready to kill each other at this point. “P… please… please stop…” I mumbled. But neither of them heard me. “You put her in danger, and now you risk bringing them directly here?” “I told you, I wasn’t followed!” “You think you weren’t. Forgive me if I don’t believe the word of a HUNTER.” I could feel Avery’s muscles tense up. She was ready for a fight. And I’m not sure who would win. “Do you think I care what a mongrel like you thinks?” Avery wasn’t helping at this point, she was just getting Fiona more and more pissed off. “She deserves better than a human with no regard for her safety!” “And you think you’re better?” Avery growled back at her. “Clearly better than you… human.” “Call me human one more time…” I was about to collapse to my knees. It was all too much. I couldn’t take anymore arguing. I was going to lose them both… That was until someone stepped in. “Back down. NOW!” Beatrice’s voice echoed through the lobby as she stood in the doorway to the rest of the hotel, with her sister standing beside her. “Stay out of it…” Fiona growled, not realising who she was talking to. “Fifi…” Beatrice growled back at her. That’s when Fiona realised who it was that was ordering her to back off, and her eyes opened wide in shock. “Trix?” “You know each other?” Beth asked her sister. “You could have told me Lucy is dating my friend’s ex. Or… well… ex-friend’s ex.” Bea said to Beth, rolling her eyes back at her sister. “Trix, your sis is the owner of the Sanctuary? Wait… are you the Beatrice? What the fuck?” Fiona replied, as if she knew Beatrice somehow. But apparently she didn’t know she was ‘the’ Beatrice that everyone knows about. For some reason she only knows her as ‘Trix’. Which meant I had a ridiculous amount of questions for the pair of them if all this ever blows over… “I could say the same thing. Since when have you been into ageplay? If I had known, I could have set you up in the community a long time ago. But after everything that happened with… you know… you just dropped off the radar and we never kept in contact. I was worried about you!” “I was hurt. Didn’t know who to trust…” Fiona looked around, upset. “Well I’m sorry for not being there for you. But Fifi… you need to back off. Now.” “Why? This human hunter bitch is putting Lucy in danger!” “Is that true?” Beatrice turned to Avery, who still had her arms around me. “I made sure I wasn’t followed by my siblings!” “Siblings? Ugh… I’m going to wish I didn’t walk into this, aren’t I?” sighed Beatrice, as she took a deep breath. “Look, ladies… I don’t give a fuck who is who, or what relations you may have. I just know that you’re both upsetting Lucy right now. I mean come on, look at the poor girl! You’ve been arguing like an old married couple for five minutes now and not one of you has checked in on her. She’s crying for fuck sake!” Both caregivers looked at me and went ‘oh’. “I’m… I’m sorry. I…” Fiona said, looking guilty. “I’m just going to grab my stuff and get out of here…” Fiona turned and walked straight back into the elevator… and I could feel my heart breaking. But what shattered it into a million pieces… was when Avery then removed her arms from me and backed off slowly. “I think I should just leave,” she said, as she began welling up. “N… no…” I whimpered, barely making a noise. “Sorry… I’m a liability…” Her voice cracked as she ran towards the front door, barrelling into it and disappearing outside. This… this was my biggest fear. Losing both of them. I knew it would happen, but I tried my best to prevent it. It’s why I tried my best to not let them interact or talk or anything. It was already bad that they knew about each other, but I didn’t want it going any further than that. And all this because I can’t make a fucking decision! Beatrice walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me as I burst out into tears, sobbing and moaning into her chest, all over my catastrophic fuck up. “Sweetie. There there. It’s okay…” she whispered down to me, stroking my hair gently. “I fucked everything up…” I sobbed into her. “It’s fixable. Trust me. I know Fiona. And that Avery woman… she seems like she just feels guilty.” “I don’t know what to do… I’m going to lose both of them!” “Well… which one do you want to be with most? That’s the person you should go to right now.” “I… I can’t decide! I like both of them! I’m in love with both of them!” “Love? Are you sure about that?” Beatrice asked, surprised by my answer. “I… I think so… I… I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before…” “Right then. Let’s work together. I’m not letting you lose them. Not yet. I know! Seeing as I know Fiona relatively well… I’ll go talk to her, prevent her from leaving just yet. You text or call Avery, and ask her to come back.” I had a bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach, as if something bad was going to happen with Avery. “I… I should go get her…” “No hun, we’re still on lockdown…” Beth said, walking over and joining us. “But… that just means she’s in danger out there!” I argued. I couldn’t ignore this feeling, I needed to get her and persuade her to come back. “So call her, and tell her to get…” They were making sense, but… I had a bad feeling… “No! She’s in danger! She’s upset, so she won’t be checking her texts or even her phone!” I wasn’t lying. I know after what just happened, checking her phone would be the last thing she’d want to do. “Lucy… n…” Before they could tell me off, before they could tell me to drop it and stay, before they could grab my arm and physically stop me… I disregarded every warning they made, every bit of sensibility… and dashed past them, dropping my footed sleeper on the floor, running down the hallway and crashing through the front door of the hotel, rushing to catch up with Avery. ======================================================= Sorry I didn't post on Sunday, been super busy the past week. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 3, 2024 Author Posted July 3, 2024 Chapter 22: Tracking Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess Avery was quick. A lot quicker than I had expected. But I was quicker. At first I didn’t know where to go, as the streets appeared deserted. But as I turned a corner… I could smell her scent. Not her perfume, and not the smell her body and clothes give off. If I was a werewolf, then yeah… I could track that. But being a vampire, I could smell… her blood. Every human smells distinctly different. Some are more similar than others, but most have a slight distinction in the way their blood smells. And if you can get closer, the sound of their heartbeat. Some smell exactly the same, usually siblings with the same parents. A mother would smell slightly different from their child, but a sibling of that same child would smell exactly the same. And as I’ve had recent exposure to not only Avery, but her siblings, the scent of their blood was recent enough that I could remember it… and track it. So as I walked the streets, often heading one way, then having to double back and head a different way because the smell disappeared, I made my way through this district of the city, eliminating streets as I went along, trying to find Avery before anything happened to her. I had to tell her I was okay, that she shouldn’t feel bad. That neither of them should. That I’m the problem. It was dark out now, thankfully, which meant I didn’t need my umbrella or any clothing that would cover my skin from the sun. And as I stared up at the slowly rising moon, I realised that today has been the most chaotic, most hectic day I’ve had in a long time. To think… all that bullshit with the lipstick mark was earlier today… And in that time I’ve been rejected multiple times, ruined two relationships, nearly been killed… again, and ran away for my life… again. I swear, whatever happens, I’m going to need to crash for a few days to recover from all this shit. But for now, I kept my mind focused on finding Avery, as not only did I want to fix the situation, I also wanted to get her back to the Sanctuary. Because if her siblings have tracked her once, they could probably track her again. And even if that leads them to the Sanctuary… we can defend ourselves better there. I sniffed the air as I passed the nearest park to the Sanctuary, and the scent was getting stronger. A few more sniffs and I determined that the smell was coming from the park itself. Sure, I’m clever for using my nose to track her scent, but I’m an idiot for not realising that I could hear her crying on a nearby bench, sitting in plain sight. I was so focused on trying to sniff her out, that I completely missed the obvious. But hey, at least my sense of smell got me to the park, so I wasn’t completely stupid… Rushing over to the park bench, Avery quickly put up her guard when she realised she wasn’t alone. But when she saw me, she dropped it instantly. “...Lucy?” she asked, wiping the tears from her soft, pale cheeks. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you back at the Sanctuary?” “I was… I was worried about you…” I replied. “But it’s dangerous! My siblings are after you! You shouldn’t be out here!” “But I was worried about you!” I repeated, louder and more passionately. “Oh hun… come here,” she said, waving me over. I didn’t hesitate for even a second as I rushed over, into her arms, as she lovingly wrapped them around me and pulled me close to her chest. “You shouldn’t worry about me,” she whispered. “But you ran off… I… I’m sorry.” “For what?” she asked, pulling back a bit and staring down at me. “For being… me.” “Never apologise for being you, sweetpea. You are amazing. Kind. Loyal. Thoughtful. Loving. You are wonderful, and you’ve got nothing to apologise for.” “But I can’t decide between…” “Between two Mummies who love you very much? That isn’t for you to worry about. It’s not your job to decide, it’s our job to show you what kinds of Mummies we are, so you know exactly who is best for you.” “But one of you…” “Will get hurt?” she cut me off, knowing exactly what I was going to say. “I know. And I’m starting to feel like it’s probably going to be me…” “Why? You’re amazing!” “Yes, but that Fiona woman… She's like you. She’s monstrum. She’s not a hunter. And… she doesn’t have siblings trying to kill you.” “That I know of…” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. It was a relief when she started smiling and laughing. “Fine, that you know of,” she said, kissing my forehead. “But you and her have so much more in common…” “But you’re just as good of a Mummy as her! You’re both wonderful!” “That’s sweet of you to say, hun. But… you’re probably better off staying away from me. Otherwise my siblings will get to you eventually… and if I can’t stop them…” “Then we’ll deal with it!” “You’re really not giving up on me, are you?” she grinned, wiping another tear from the corner of her eye. “No! That is… if you haven’t given up on me yet…” “Hell no! I haven’t felt this connection with anyone in a long time… but… sweetie, I have to ask… what about Fiona?” “What about her?” I asked. “What happened before you followed me here? Why didn’t you go after Fiona?” “Because she went back to her room. She’s safe… even if she’s upset. Plus Beatrice seems to know her somehow, and she offered to help calm her down. And seeing as no one there knows you…” “You figured you’d be the best to talk me down and lead me back to the Sanctuary?” “How…?” “Did I know you wanted me to return? Oh hun, it’s obvious. I know the danger my siblings are causing by lurking about in the shadows, and I know that the Sanctuary is the safest place for your kind. But I’m human… and it would just be awkward if both of your potential Mummies were in the same building with you…” “Shush! You hafta return with me! Before…” A heard a rustling coming from behind, the sound of boots treading on the gravel footpath. And before we could turn, a voice came out from the darkness. “Before you get found…” Avery jumped up from her seat on the bench and instinctively pulled me behind her to keep me safe. “Don’t you dare…” she growled out towards the darkness. “Hurt her? I wouldn’t dare!” the voice replied. The voice didn’t sound like the hunters… but like… “Fiona?” I called out. “Hey, munchkin,” Fiona said, slowly walking out of the shadows. “Fiona? What are you doing here?” “Trix told me you ran after the hunter. I came to make sure you both got back. I… was worried about you.” Avery started to finally let her guard down. “Both got back? So…?” “So I’d rather have a discussion with you, once emotions have calmed and we’re out of danger, regarding Lucy’s future… with us.” “So you’re…” “Oh I’m still pissed with you, you’ve put her in danger. And now you’ve led her out here, even if you didn’t mean to, putting her in even more danger.” “I didn’t kn…” “You should have known she’d follow you!” Fiona cried out, interrupting Avery. “I didn’t actually…” Avery laughed, awkwardly. “...I thought she’d go after you.” “She went after you because you’re a stupid human who has gone out of the safety of the Sanctuary when you have two hunters after you!” “I can handle them…” “Sure. Maybe you can. But she didn't know that. And you can’t guarantee Lucy will be safe out here.” “And you can?” “...No,” Fiona sighed. “Then…” “But I think you can agree that the best course of action is to keep her safe at the Sanctuary.” “I… I agree. But then I’m going to leav…” I gripped onto Avery’s hand, tightly, and shook my head. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere, hunter,” Fiona grinned, nodding down towards me. “I guess I’m not,” Avery finally eased up a bit and smiled. “How did you find us?” I asked Fiona. “Werewolf nose. Better than your silly little vampire tracking rubbish.” “Ah… yeah…” “So come on, let's get you both back to the Sanctuary. We can calm down… and then we can discuss this properly. Because this is complicated and it’s not fair on any of us.” I felt guilty. I knew they were trying to make it out like it wasn’t fair on me… but it’s my fault. I’m the issue, I’m the one who should have chosen a long time ago. It’s not fair on them. “Okay. I… I’m sorry.” Avery apologised to Fiona. “For what?” Fiona asked. “For my reaction back at the Sanctuary. And for putting the little one in danger. And…” “Shush. I’m sorry too. Lucy probably feels sorry too. We’re all sorry. Just… let’s go, okay? It’s cold and I don’t want to be caught by some hunters on our way back to the Sanctuary.” Avery nodded and gripped my hand as we followed behind Fiona. As we were leaving the park, there was an awkward silence. That’s when Avery nudged me slightly and nodded to Fiona’s hand, the one that was swaying back and forth, the one closest to us. “Grab it. Trust me!” she whispered to me. “I…” Avery nudged me again, so I took a deep breath and lunged forward, grabbing Fiona’s hand and wrapping my fingers around hers. “Oh… I…” Fiona seemed startled by this, and I was about to let go because I didn’t want to make her feel bad or anything… when she squeezed my hand tightly and prevented me from releasing my grip. “Okay then.” Walking between these two beautiful women, both having one hand of mine each… I felt so little in this moment. If it wasn’t for the anxiety, stress and potential risk of being outside when I’m being hunted… I would’ve slipped straight into littlespace. We continued walking towards the first street back to the Sanctuary, having just left the park a few yards back, when I felt like I should break this awkwardness. “F… Fiona?” I asked. “Yes hun?” she replied, sounding a lot less upset than earlier. “Why… Why did you say you didn’t know Beatrice?” “When?” “Back when I first met you. In person that is.” “Did I? I… oh yes! Sorry, I did, didn’t I?” “So why did you lie?” “You see, sweetie… I didn’t lie.” “But you said you didn’t know her, when you clearly do… she called you Fifi!” Avery snort-laughed at this, which made Fiona stare at her with all the fury of a rabid werewolf, making the poor human back down and try to stifle her laughter as best as possible. “Well…” Fiona said, trying to calm her emotions. “I didn’t know her as Beatrice back then. She… she was a friend of my ex. We got on well, and I only knew her as Trix. I never considered she’d be the Beatrice that I had heard all those stories about. I never put two and two together.” “So you only knew her as ‘Trix’?” “Yeah. And back then… I thought she was pure and innocent… and not kinky in the slightest!” Now it was my turn to laugh. Beatrice… not kinky… of all the things! “Is it ‘laugh at the wolf’ day?” she asked, with a very unimpressed expression on her face. “Just that… Bea is anything but vanilla…” I replied, giggling slightly still. “Yeah, I can see that now, now I know that she’s the Beatrice I’ve heard so much about! She convinced both me and my ex that she was pure and innocent. I can’t believe she’s into ageplay!” “Oh she’s not. She just babysits sometimes. She’s a good Auntie.” “Oh she is, is she?” Fiona laughed. “Wow… that I’ll have to see.” “So were you not…? What about your ex?” “We were both kinky, but we were very closeted with it. We didn’t even share it with Trix. We didn’t have any ties to the community and didn’t go looking for friends or anything. She was my little… and…” Fiona sounded like she was about to cry, or at the very least, was getting very upset. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” “It’s okay, sweetie. I just… she wasn’t faithful. She… betrayed me and it’s why I’ve found it hard to open up and trust someone again. She… she was the only person I turned too. So after that, I vowed never to turn another person.” “I’ve had someone cheat on me before. It sucks!” Avery chimed in finally. “It’s the worst, isn’t it?” These two… they actually sounded like they were getting on. It sucked that this was the thing that they were bonding over… but at least it was something! But just as they were agreeing and showing signs of mutual respect and not-quite-friendship… the two of them both froze in place, each of them placing a hand on me and pushing me back… …As if they were defending me… again. ======================================================= As promised, today's chapter! Just a heads up: All three chapters of my new commissioned short story about Nessa from Little in Love are available on my Subscribestar as an exclusive. If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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TerranV Posted July 3, 2024 Posted July 3, 2024 I missed the last 2 and had to catch up. I can understand holding off on a decision hoping something makes it easier or it solves itself. Was the game you were playing Shadow of the Erdtree?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 3, 2024 Author Posted July 3, 2024 1 minute ago, TerranV said: I missed the last 2 and had to catch up. I can understand holding off on a decision hoping something makes it easier or it solves itself. Was the game you were playing Shadow of the Erdtree? Yeah I do it a lot. I may have put a lot of myself into Lucy And nah, I'm sooooo bad at souls games. I've been playing Final Fantasy XIV: Dawntrail 😊
TerranV Posted July 3, 2024 Posted July 3, 2024 3 hours ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: Yeah I do it a lot. I may have put a lot of myself into Lucy And nah, I'm sooooo bad at souls games. I've been playing Final Fantasy XIV: Dawntrail 😊 I can relate. I know FF XIV is awesome but my MMO of choice remains WoW to this day.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 7, 2024 Author Posted July 7, 2024 Chapter 23: Ambush Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess “Umm… what’s happening?” I asked, nervously, as we backed up into the park again… back towards the bench we were at just moments ago. “Stay behind us,” Fiona ordered as she held out her hands in a claw-like fashion, her fingernails extending, becoming more… wolf-like. “Shit… I was hoping they’d need more downtime before attacking again…” Avery said. “So…it’s your siblings again?” I asked. “Yes, so stay back. We’ll handle it. Just… stay safe, okay?” “I can help! I’m not completely helpless!” I wasn’t lying either, I’m a damn vampire after all! I have supernatural speed, reflexes, night vision, and strength. Just because I’m an anxious little baby a lot of the time doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight! These aren’t the first hunters I’ve had to deal with. In fact I vividly remember ruining their Grandfather’s hunting days, which ultimately led to this encounter right here. And if I can manage that ‘pro’, I can handle a couple of amateur hunters… “I know, but they probably won’t kill me...” Avery said. “Or at least… I hope not.” “And I’m not risking you getting hurt,” Fiona added. “Let us handle it, please sweetie.” Avery and Fiona looked at each other, in a tense standoff like before… but they quickly nodded at each other, as if they were both ready to work together to protect me. “I… okay…” Not going to lie… it was nice having these two strong Mummies protecting me. I just… I worried about them getting hurt! I know Avery is a hunter, or at least was trained as one, but she’s still human. She’s still fragile compared to Fiona and I. And Fiona… well her only reason to be in this fight… was me. So if she did get hurt, I’d never forgive myself. But doing as they asked, I hid between them and the bench, hiding in front of it so my back was slightly protected if the siblings decided to try to flank us. An eerie silence filled the air as the two women covered my front, preparing themselves for a fight. The problem was though… I could hear how scared they were. It’s hard to lie to a vampire. Not because it’s some supernatural magicky ability that we have, but to anything with a beating heart… we’re a walking lie detector. Werewolves have amazing senses of smell, we have an amazing ability to sense blood, hearts, and all that fun stuff. So a heart beating? Easy game for us. And right now… I could hear and sense their quickened heartbeats, their pulses raising as they looked around, waiting for the siblings to attack. “Where… where are they?” I asked, quietly. “Near. I can’t… I can’t smell them. It’s as if…” Fiona said, sounding more and more frustrated. “They probably looked your kind up in Granddad’s old journals and found a way to avoid your detection,” Avery replied. “So they know how to fool a werewolf. Great. Do they know all our weaknesses too?” “Probably. It’s not hard with your kind. Pretty basic monstrum stuff. It’s not like we need to recite verses in Latin backwards or to mix a rare herb only found on a single mountain in some Asian country during a blood moon. No, just fire, silver, beheading. Those three tend to work on most basic monstrum.” “Basic? Who are you calling basic? Well… at least those old fashioned weaknesses have been forgotten about finally,” Fiona replied, rolling her eyes. “What old fashioned weaknesses?” Avery asked, too interested in this topic to let it drop, even during this tense standoff. “Like mountain ash or speaking our Christian name.” “Seriously? Those are weaknesses for werewolves?” asked Avery. “Oh… they definitely don’t work. They were just weird.” “It’s like our ability to cross water or having to be invited in, or sunlight…” I interrupted. “Wait… sunlight isn’t a weakness?” Avery asked, seeming shocked. “Ladies? Maybe we should discuss this when we’re not being hunted down by a couple of hunters?” Fiona suggested. “Yeah…” Avery said, turning back and scanning the surrounding area, all whilst Fiona started sniffing the air. It was obvious that neither could smell or see anything. “How do you know…?” I began to ask how they know we’re under attack, but they both quickly cut me off. “I can sense them,” Fiona said. “Same,” Avery added. “Oh… okay… umm… what are we going to do?” I asked. “You, little one, are going to stay here, and stay out of the fighting. They’ll attack any minute now, especially now they know we’re onto them,” Avery said, giving me that look that says ‘Do as I say, or else…’ I didn’t argue, I just nodded. That’s when a dagger flew through the air, heading straight for me… and Avery, with her amazing reflexes, spun around with her foot in the air. Her shoe connected with the handle of the blade, causing it to veer off and narrowly miss my head, plunging into the wooden bench behind me. I stared at the ornate handle of the knife that was sticking out of the bench. It looked old. Like older than me, probably. And it was firmly lodged in the wood, which means the person throwing it must have amazing strength or skill, no normal person could manage that. What the hell do they train these hunters with? “That was close…” Fiona said, preparing herself for any other projectiles. Another dagger flew through the air, narrowly missing Fiona as she spun on the spot, with it piercing the wood on the other side of my head. “They’re aiming directly for her. We have to spot them quickly so we can get in the way of their projectiles!” Fiona growled to Avery. “They’re out of daggers...” Avery replied. “I’m guessing they still have crossbows or whatever shit they’ve fired at her before?” “If I was them… they wouldn’t resort to that. They know both of us can prevent her from being hit by any projectile… what I’d do if I was them… would be to…” Avery went quiet, then quickly turned to face me. Her face looked… worried… but without a moment’s hesitation, she leapt over me and the bench, and out of sight. That’s when I heard her struggling. Fiona went to turn and help Avery, but was quickly ambushed by one of the siblings, who attacked her with a large knife… one that looked like one of those knives you’d cut vines in jungles with. Machetes? I’m not sure. It looked sharp though, like… head-cutting sharp. Fiona narrowly dodged the first swing, jumping back a foot or so, twisting her agile body so that the blade swung across her chest, a mere inch from cutting into her clothing. “Shit!” Fiona cried out in surprise, before her intuition took over and she countered the swing by lowering her body and swinging her leg out, trying to sweep the hunter off his or her feet. Problem was, they were expecting that. They are expertly trained, after all. But Fiona was ready for this, as she spun her leg around, planted it firmly into the ground, then used that leg to launch herself forward, claws first, towards the hunter. They were used to vampires. Vampires are agile creatures. We’re clever. Cunning. We are expert hunters. Even me, a big baby, can hunt if I want to. I just choose not to, as I don’t want to hurt humans. But the instinct is still in me. These hunters have been trained to fight against all that though. They know our tactics, how our brains work… but they don’t know how to fight a werewolf. No matter how much they read up on them, they have zero experience actually fighting one, and even from my little play fights with Grim in the playroom… I know how feral a werewolf can be in a fight. And this hunter… they weren’t ready for Fiona. Fiona plunged her claws into both shoulders of the hunter, knocking them back onto the ground, using her momentum to further slam the hunter into the floor, and then pinning them down with her weight. Growling into their face, the hunter didn’t know how to react. They had been caught off guard, and I doubt they had any weapons or gadgets that could hold off a werewolf like her. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” Fiona growled, her voice becoming more animalistic and guttural, sounding more and more like an actual growl. I feared that maybe she’d end up transforming, which would most likely lead to bloodshed, and whilst I hated these hunters with a passion… Part of me didn’t want to see them die. I don’t like violence, I don’t like death. I just… I just wish they’d leave me alone… leave all vampires and monstrum alone. “NEVER!” the hunter cried back in pain. From her voice, it was clear that it was Avery’s sister, the female of the two siblings. She cried out in pain again as Fiona growled one more time, trying to scare her into backing off. I hurriedly turned to Avery, to see how she was doing, to check if she was okay and if she was handling her brother alright… when I started panicking. She was lying on her back, holding her arm and looking like she was in a lot of pain. I think her brother must have swung his blade at her, and she wasn’t fast enough. But from the fact she wasn’t screaming in pain… surely that meant that it can’t be that bad… right? The blade in question was laying on the floor, nearby. Avery must have knocked it out of her brother’s hand during the fight, after she was wounded, and he was stumbling over to get it. The way he shuffled looked like it definitely hadn’t been just Avery getting hurt, that she must have gotten some hits in, as he clutched his chest, gasping for air. And as he walked over to his blade, I… I felt powerless. I wanted to help. But… they said not to get involved. But… Avery… That’s when a cry filled the air, and I shot around to see Fiona holding her wolf-like fingernails… that genuinely looked like claws at this point, digging into the hunter’s neck. Not fully, but enough for the girl to cry out in pain. This alerted her sibling, distracting him from his fight with Avery, causing him to give up his pursuit of his blade, and instead pull out a small, one-handed crossbow, and pointing it at Fiona, his arms wavering. He tried concentrating to steady his aim, but he clearly found it difficult with the pain he was in and how exhausted he was after his tussle with his sister. Taking a deep breath… I could hear his heart begin to steady… and his arm became still… and his finger, teasing the trigger… …Fired. I know they told me to hold back. I know they told me to hide, and stay out of it. That they’d defend me… …But I couldn’t let her get hurt. Not defending me. It was bad enough seeing Avery in pain, holding the knife wound on her arm. If this hunter hit Fiona… it would be over for her. And I refuse to let that happen to either of them. I know I’m not considered one of the ‘strong’ ones of our group, just because I usually back down out of fights, but I’m not helpless! I’m not just some baby who will stand by and let something like this happen to her Mummy! Not when I’ve finally found some semblance of happiness! I’m not having fate decide my partner like this! I REFUSE! So I ignored all instructions… and leapt. Tackling Fiona, tearing her away from the pinned hunter she kept out of the fight, I crashed to the floor, my arms wrapped around this woman that I loved, holding onto her. Fiona released my grip and climbed to her knees to see who had tackled her suddenly, thinking it was probably the other hunter, but backing off as soon as she saw it was me. “Lucy… what did I…” “I… couldn’t let him… hurt you…” I replied, smiling up at her, feeling a warmth in my heart. But as the warmth in my heart grew… my body felt… colder. “LUCY? LUCY!” ======================================================= 💀 Just a heads up: All three chapters of my new commissioned short story about Nessa from Little in Love are available on my Subscribestar as an exclusive. If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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Moon3ye Posted July 7, 2024 Posted July 7, 2024 this is only chapter 23. You usually write 40 chapters Lucy will be knocked out or something but not dead. At least that would be better for you *looks for flights to England and cement companies* 1
dmavn Posted July 7, 2024 Posted July 7, 2024 Argh.. you and your cliffhangers… Your getting as bad as BabySofia….
TerranV Posted July 7, 2024 Posted July 7, 2024 Lucy nooooo! Unless you intend to write a shorter story, there's plenty left. Will Fiona and Avery blame each other? Will Lucy wake up having ascended to a super vampire and then go on hunter hunting rampage? Tune in next time.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 10, 2024 Author Posted July 10, 2024 Chapter 24: Memories Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess TW: Transphobia, abuse. Bit of a heavy chapter. It was like I was falling. Endlessly falling. Through some kind of vortex. Flashes of images embedded without in the cloudy tunnel surrounding me. And as one appeared in front of me… one that I vividly remembered… a memory pierced my mind, taking me all the way… back to… -------------------------------------------------------------- “You’ve got the devil inside you #@£&>?=…” “But Mum…” I replied, tears running down my cheek, hidden by the rain. “No, you’re no son of mine!” she replied, venom in her voice, as she looked at me with pure, unadulterated… disgust. “I…” The door shut in my face as the rain fell down around me, soaking me to the bone. My life was over. Mum and Dad found out my… ‘uniqueness’. They found out my biggest secret. Eighteen years old and my life is already over. Devout and faithful, they never failed to go to Church… so I knew they’d never accept this part of me. I knew they’d probably throw around the same terms my friends had thrown at me when I told them. And they did. I regret telling my friends. Never did I think they’d tell my Mum and Dad, I thought I could trust them… And now… I had no home. No friends. No family. Nothing. It wasn’t even a decade into this new century, and people… people just weren’t accepting of anyone different. I knew from an early age I wasn’t like my peers, I wasn’t like the other kids. I… didn’t feel like the boy they kept insisting I was. And as I hit my teens… my body just felt wrong. And now I’m 20… I live my other life in secret… That was until my friends found out. I tried coming out to them, telling them I was still the same person… basically… but they wouldn’t listen. They abandoned me. My friends from childhood just dropped me in an instant. Then they turn around and tell my mother, who told my father… and now I have nothing. -------------------------------------------------------------- I was thrust out of that memory, feeling empty and hollow, as I continued falling, until I witnessed another memory I did not wish to relive… -------------------------------------------------------------- Two years I spent living on the streets. I refused to go into the workhouse. I figured I’d be better on the streets. And in those two years… I had been presumed dead. I have a death certificate and everything, apparently. My parents actually fucking faked my death. Assumedly because having a dead son was better for them socially than having a… well, I’m not sure what the word for what I am is, but I should have been their daughter, even if I wasn’t born as a girl. But no, they’ve moved on, mourning my ‘death’ as I made a new life on the streets of the city, finding whatever scraps I could find just to survive. At least I could pass as a woman now, with no one knowing my history. I put on a voice and made sure not to get too close to anyone. Facial hair is a bitch, but I mostly wear a cloth rag over the lower half of my face until I can find a way to clean myself up, and even then… I’m quite fortunate that I barely have any growth to begin with. It was rough, but at least I didn’t have to suffer my Mother’s religious rantings or my Father’s belt… That was… until I met Rosa. Rosa and I met whilst I was wandering the back alleys one night, trying to find something to satisfy my growling stomach. She and I hit it off instantly, flirting with each other. She clearly wasn’t living on the streets, she was too clean and groomed, yet she talked to me like I was human. After a few nights, meeting me and chatting, bringing scraps of food for me… like a pet… she offered me a warm meal and a shower back at her place, and being the naive girl I was… I accepted her invitation without hesitation. Her house wasn’t lavish at all. It was barely even a house. But it was a million times better than the doorway I had been sleeping in. As soon as we entered the house, I was in awe at how warm it was. But before I could enjoy that warmth, she spun me around and pinned me against the wall of her home, grinning at me… like I was prey. “Sweetie… we’ve been flirting for days now…” she growled, grinning at me. “I… umm…” I replied, not knowing how to reply to such a beautiful woman. “Go on… tell me how you feel about me…” “You’re really… pretty… Miss…” I replied. “Is that it? Wow… you girls are such wordsmiths!” she joked. Wait… did she… Did she think I was really a girl? This whole time I figured all she saw was a man who was dressed androgynously. So my heart felt so happy in that moment. It was one thing being assumed to be one by the other people wandering the streets like I do, but to be flirted with as one? That… was a new feeling, one that felt… amazing. “I’m not…” I spoke up, nervously. “Like other girls? I know.” “You… you do?” “Yes. And neither am I,” she grinned at me. “Wait… are you… were you also born… a boy?” “Oh sweetie, no…” her grin grew wider, slowly revealing her teeth… slowly revealing… …her fangs. -------------------------------------------------------------- Whatever was happening right now, I wished it would stop. I had pushed these memories to the back of my mind for a reason. I did not wish to ever see them aga… -------------------------------------------------------------- Okay so after I got turned… I was a mess. I mostly stayed in Rosa’s house, hiding from the sunlight that peaked through the dark curtains. I learned very quickly that it hurt… a lot… but that it caused no lasting damage. I also refused to hunt humans, something Rosa hated and yelled at me for. She was very bossy, which I loved normally, but I started growing weaker and weaker the longer I refused to drink blood. That’s when… she started getting violent. Smacking me across the head, pushing me about… she was getting fed up with me. It was like she turned me… just to play with me. Because it would bring her a little bit of enjoyment in her long, boring existence. I’m not sure how old Rosa really is, though from the way she talks she’s probably been living for centuries at this point, which you wouldn’t have guessed from her appearance. She looked like she was in her early thirties at most, with a youthful appearance that usually made her look early twenties. And I think at this point in her eternal life… she was bored. That’s why she picked the boy-turned-girl to play with, to flirt with… to turn into a vampire. Just because she was bored. So when I refused to go out to ‘hunt’ with her, or to prey on poor humans whose only crime was to be walking the wrong street at the wrong time… she got bored with me very quickly. That’s when she started looking for another poor person to turn, abandoning me and not even giving me the slightest bit of attention whenever she returned home from feeding. She was trying to replace me and all I could do was try to feed on the scraps left on her clothing that she left laying about, trying my best to stay alive. I felt a sadness that I had never felt before, nearly on par with losing my whole life. Every day was just survival for me, and it was made worse by the lack of sustenance. At least when I was human I could live on the scraps of food people left in their garbage, now I couldn’t feed without… without hurting or probably even killing someone. And yes, I tried eating human food after I was turned… it wasn’t disgusting, but it gave me no sustenance. I’m just a creature now. Barely surviving… My Ma always told me Vampires are supposed to be unholy creatures… so I guess I became what my parents saw in me. -------------------------------------------------------------- I forgot how much hatred I had bottled up for her. And it felt like the seal had been broken, leaving me feeling angry at how I was treated back then. But maybe… maybe that’s what I deserve… -------------------------------------------------------------- Rosa brought a boy round today. He was young. Barely an adult. Blonde, blue eyes… he looked very feminine. I could see why Rosa liked him. She clearly had a type. And he was… he was innocent. I knew she’d turn him. I knew she’d ruin his life. But then maybe he’ll actually hunt humans with her… meaning maybe he’ll last longer than I did. She showed him around the house, avoiding the small closet room she allowed me to stay in, which she kept shut whilst she lured him around. I watched through the crack in the door, watching this poor guy get led around, mesmerised, not realising he was either dinner… or her latest plaything. And I think she knew I was watching, because when she turned me into a vampire, she took me to the bedroom and we kissed passionately until she finally plunged her fangs into my neck. Now though… she kept grinning in the direction of my door as she danced with the boy, despite no music playing. Her fingers danced over his back as she slowly moved her mouth to the boy’s neck. I… I don’t think he even knew she was a vampire. At least she showed me before turning me. No, this guy was about to… I had to act. Rushing out of my room, I dashed with supernatural speed… …But I was too slow. Rosa plunged her fangs into his neck, then with one free hand, she tried swatting me away whilst draining the young man dry. This is normally when he would have to feed from her, in order to become a vampire, so I used this opportunity to run headfirst into my… my… whatever she is to me… and knocked her flying across the room, into the wall. Grabbing the boy’s hand, I dragged him towards the front door and out of the house, running for my life… and his… as I was determined to not let Rosa ruin yet another life. The sunlight burned. It was agony. But it was the best time for me to run, as Rosa won’t risk the pain to chase us. And… who cares if I get hurt? I don’t matter, after all. No, all that matters is getting this guy to safety. I collapsed into a doorway a few streets away, partially because the sun was becoming a bit too much for me, my body tingling all over with pain… but mostly because this guy was getting… heavier. “No… don’t die on me now…” I cried out. She had drained him. I was too late. He was going to die. “W… why…?” he asked, his voice croaking as he struggled to speak. “Why what?” I replied. “Why did you stop her?” “Because you don’t want this!” “Want what?” he asked, his voice getting even weaker. “To become a creature of the night. To be… like me.” “That… that’s what she was?” “Yes. And now you’re going to die because I was too slow…” My heart felt heavy, as if the entire blame was on me for this, despite knowing Rosa was the cause. “I… don’t want to die.” That… that right there… was a shot to the heart. I couldn’t let this guy die. I wrestled with the morality of what I was about to consider doing… knowing that maybe he was better off dying… but no, I couldn’t allow that to happen. So I pulled up my coat sleeve, revealing my bare forearm, and held it up. I made a small incision with my tooth and put it towards his mouth. “Drink.” -------------------------------------------------------------- I forgot about that guy. That’s how deep I buried most of these memories. But as I turned to see another vision in the cloudy landscape… I felt… happy? -------------------------------------------------------------- Shortly after I ran away from Rosa, who I’ve never heard from since, I very nearly resorted to hunting humans, the thing I had vowed never to do. Thankfully, a few days later, when I was nearing Death’s door… a woman approached me, offering me food and a place to crash. Now obviously, I was extremely hesitant after what happened with Rosa, but she led me to a market, a market just for people like me! And wow… I was surprised to see just how many of us there are. And not just vampires! Werewolves, witches, ghosts, all the spooky stories I heard of as a child, all the ‘evils’ of the world that my religious parents used to try to scare me with. They all walked around this hidden market, hidden from human eyes. It was huge and amazing and… scary. I never liked crowds. Or people. I was always a shy person growing up. But the first time I saw the market, I was in awe of the community that waited for me out there, one that Rosa never told me of. Also helped that I was so hungry I would have put up with the biggest crowd in the world just to get something that would satisfy this unending hunger. The woman dropped me off at a cafe, ordering a drink for me… one that would apparently satisfy a vampire. And as I slurped the drink up, lapping up every drop hungrily, the woman laughed and left before I could get her name. I think she said something about talking to a friend of hers about getting me a place to stay. That’s when another woman walked up… Katherine… I didn’t know her name at the time, and I wouldn't for a long time after that, but my first impression of her… well, let’s just say… she turned heads. Mine included. She strode over to me, her fur coat engulfing her petite body, sunglasses perched on the end of her nose whilst she examined me up and down… I had no idea what this woman was doing looking at someone like me. And just as she opened her mouth… the woman from before rushed back, dropping a plate of food in front of me and another red-coloured drink, then instantly spun around and started yelling at this woman before she could even speak to me. Katherine didn’t like that as she turned away with her head held high, then walked off, angrily. “Don’t go near that woman, you hear?” the helpful woman said to me as she sat down across the table from me. “I… why?” I asked. “She’s trouble. She preys on newbies.” “How do you know…?” “That you’re a newbie? Trust me, kid. Lemme guess… you’ve not hunted yet?” “I… no… I… don’t want to.” “Oh you’re one of those types… great,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “Well you’ll end up hunting, or you’ll need a job to pay for a meal here. There is no other option.” “How do I get a job? What jobs are there for people like us? Wait… what are you? Are you like me? And… Why are you helping me?” I asked. “Well I help run the market. I mostly go around helping people who need help, resolving disputes and stuff, I just like helping people in need really. I’m also not exactly like you, as I’m not a vampire, I’m a witch. Or at least I’m supposed to be. My mother yells at me for not practising hard enough.” “You need to… practice… witchcraft?” I asked. “Yeah, otherwise your work is sloppy. I… I just have no interest in it. I use very little magic in my day to day life, plus I’d like to get away from my family as much as possible. I like the long-life it grants me, but other than that… I’m not interested.” “Oh…” I said, sighing. “What’s up, kid?” she asked, concerned. “I… I wanted to know if there’s a kind of magic that allows you to transform…” “Let me guess… into a bat? So many of you vamps want to turn into bats… I have no idea why!” “No… a… umm… a girl…” I trailed off at the end there. “A gir… wait, are you…?” I nodded and affirmed her suspicion with a quick ‘umhmm’, before she could say it out loud. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll not be shunned from here for that. I know humans are very shitty about people like you, but we aren’t. Couldn’t tell at first, you already seem so feminine! So you’re a girl then?” “I… umm…” “Go on… say it…” she smiled warmly at me. “...I’m a girl.” Oh my god… that felt so good to finally admit that, and not be worried about being judged or kicked out or anything… “Good girl!” The woman said, smiling at me, making me feel… warm and fuzzy inside. “Oh and don’t forget…” ‘Why do those two words do that to my tummy? It’s so… childish and humiliating!’ I thought to myself as she pointed at the sandwich. “Oh yes, sorry! Thank you!” I said, grabbing the sandwich and shoving it in my mouth. It tasted… amazing! “Eat up, then I’ll introduce you to a couple of people who may be able to help you get a job to feed yourself.” “And the… umm… magic? Does… does it exist?” “It does… but the reagents are expensive. Plus you have to do it every few months, or it wears off. You’ll have to get a much better job to be able to afford that. But hey, at least with your youthful looks locked down thanks to the vampirism, you should pass easily. She was nice, but she didn’t understand… it was nice ‘passing’... but my body still felt off. And after finding out witches and magic exists… I thought I found a glimmer of hope. Sadly that glimmer of hope is out of my price range. “Thanks anyway. Sorry… I never got your name…” I said, realising my rudeness. “Sally. Sally Lazarus. And yours?” “I… umm…” I hesitated. I had never told anyone the name I wished my Mum had called me, the name I picked out for myself. Not the shitty name I was given by her at birth. So saying it out loud… in front of another person… was nerve wracking. So I took a deep breath… “...Lucy.” ======================================================= Poor Lucy.... Just a heads up: All three chapters of my new commissioned short story about Nessa from Little in Love are available on my Subscribestar as an exclusive. If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! On 7/7/2024 at 1:46 PM, Moon3ye said: this is only chapter 23. You usually write 40 chapters Lucy will be knocked out or something but not dead. At least that would be better for you *looks for flights to England and cement companies* 😈 On 7/7/2024 at 6:51 PM, dmavn said: Argh.. you and your cliffhangers… Your getting as bad as BabySofia…. 'As bad as'? Oh dear... I've always been this bad Even she has commented on how bad my cliffhangers are! 😈 On 7/7/2024 at 7:58 PM, TerranV said: Lucy nooooo! Unless you intend to write a shorter story, there's plenty left. Will Fiona and Avery blame each other? Will Lucy wake up having ascended to a super vampire and then go on hunter hunting rampage? Tune in next time. 🤐 4
TerranV Posted July 10, 2024 Posted July 10, 2024 Well Lucy's backstory is sad. Not in an unexpected way either. Shame that both her parents had to suck. Then Rosa sucked. Sally seems nice.
Baby Jemma Posted July 10, 2024 Posted July 10, 2024 Aww...poor Lucy. Just...poor Lucy. As a transwoman, I felt that entire conversation with her parents lance through my heart. Just...damn. And then being trapped by Rosa, not wanting to feed on innocent people. Trying to save the poor kid, and none of us know if she did...I have a sickening feeling that the boy died, and she's just trying to bury it along with all of the other traumatic memories. At least Sally seems nice. I wonder what happened to her...
TerranV Posted July 11, 2024 Posted July 11, 2024 11 hours ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: “...I’m a girl.” Oh my god… that felt so good to finally admit that, and not be worried about being judged or kicked out or anything… I felt this.
Moon3ye Posted July 14, 2024 Posted July 14, 2024 Am I the only one who has a bad feeling about Sally Lazarus? I don't trust the author to just be nice. There will be something else.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 14, 2024 Author Posted July 14, 2024 On 7/10/2024 at 6:01 PM, TerranV said: Well Lucy's backstory is sad. Not in an unexpected way either. Shame that both her parents had to suck. Then Rosa sucked. Sally seems nice. And it looks like we've still got a lot of her life to cover yet... 🤐 On 7/10/2024 at 10:24 PM, Baby Jemma said: Aww...poor Lucy. Just...poor Lucy. As a transwoman, I felt that entire conversation with her parents lance through my heart. Just...damn. And then being trapped by Rosa, not wanting to feed on innocent people. Trying to save the poor kid, and none of us know if she did...I have a sickening feeling that the boy died, and she's just trying to bury it along with all of the other traumatic memories. At least Sally seems nice. I wonder what happened to her... Yeah... these chapters were the most difficult to write for me. Especially having family stop talking to me for this reason. On 7/11/2024 at 2:53 AM, TerranV said: I felt this. That feeling when you finally admit it to yourself and accept it 😊 Just now, Moon3ye said: Am I the only one who has a bad feeling about Sally Lazarus? I don't trust the author to just be nice. There will be something else. Sally? Poor lovely Sally? Don't recognise the name from anywhere? 🤭
Moon3ye Posted July 14, 2024 Posted July 14, 2024 56 minutes ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: And it looks like we've still got a lot of her life to cover yet... 🤐 Yeah... these chapters were the most difficult to write for me. Especially having family stop talking to me for this reason. That feeling when you finally admit it to yourself and accept it 😊 Sally? Poor lovely Sally? Don't recognise the name from anywhere? 🤭 Is that Lucy her evil ex girlfriend/ ex mommy?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 14, 2024 Author Posted July 14, 2024 13 minutes ago, Moon3ye said: Is that Lucy her evil ex girlfriend/ ex mommy? 'Lazarus' sounds like it has something to do with being raised from the dead... 😊🤐
Moon3ye Posted July 14, 2024 Posted July 14, 2024 9 minutes ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: 'Lazarus' sounds like it has something to do with being raised from the dead... 😊🤐 Someone who is related to Beatrice? Her grandmother or mother perhaps
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 14, 2024 Author Posted July 14, 2024 4 minutes ago, Moon3ye said: Someone who is related to Beatrice? Her grandmother or mother perhaps 🤐
LittleFallenPrincess Posted July 14, 2024 Author Posted July 14, 2024 Chapter 25: Katherine Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess TW: Abuse Feeling a lot less trauma as I exited what was one of my earliest ‘good’ memories, I continued falling through this vortex, until I witnessed another image that thrust me into yet another memory. -------------------------------------------------------------- It had been ten years since I was turned. Just a little less than that since I turned that guy. It was now the roaring twenties. I still had no idea what happened to him at this point. He cursed me for turning him into a vampire, but what was the alternative? Let him die? Even knowing that though… The guilt weighed heavily for the next decade after it. Aside from the guilt, this decade was amazing though, I didn’t age. I still possessed the same youthful appearance I had ten years ago. And things… things got better. Not for the humans though, war ravaged the world, the ‘Great War’ they called it… but as I was legally pronounced dead… I wasn’t affected by it, I wasn’t called for service. None of the monstrous world were. Apparently it was ‘another human conflict’ that our kind just avoids. It’s best that way. It was also ten years after I first met Sally, who shortly after meeting her, introduced me to my new boss, who gave me a roof over my head and food in my tummy, in return for washing dishes in the back of the pub located in the market. He was understanding about my fear of people, and so he gave me a job out of sight, with no one around. It was lonely, but it was satisfying work and I actually enjoyed it. I even had a little bit extra to save up every week. And saved I did. I saved for ten years, trying to get that magic that Sally mentioned. And it wasn’t like I could just shop around for a better deal, as despite the friendliness of the community, I still felt like it was impossible to ask for the ‘gender changing magic’, as it would automatically out me. And no matter how nice people are… the fear of being rejected was still there. So I saved, hoping that if I saved enough, Sally would look around for me. But in reality… I barely got to see Sally lately. She met a guy, a warlock or something, and they’ve been hanging out so much that I never get to see her. And with my fear of people… it felt like I lost my only friend. So the more I saved up… the lonelier I felt. -------------------------------------------------------------- Then one night, after closing time, I wandered over to the Witches’ Corner, where all the tents were set up. This was where Witches from across the city, and even some from across the country, come to sell their potions and enchantments and all that mystical stuff. I’ve always been too nervous to visit any of them to ask about the spell I wanted, but after saving for so long, and after Sally hadn’t been around in over a month… I finally put on my big girl pants and wandered over. “Sorry that’s not enough.” “I don’t perform that kind of magic.” “You’ll regret it if you start…” Every witch I visited gave me some reason for why I couldn’t get it. And it seems like whilst I had enough for the first couple of doses, there was no way I could keep it going, which means it would reverse eventually, and apparently that's not good. Withdrawal symptoms from this magic are… horrible, at least according to the Witches who lectured me all night. Then, just when I’d given up all hope… a cough from the shady side of a tent summoned my attention. “So you’re wanting to be a girl?” the voice called out, quietly. “I… want my body to match what I see myself as…” I clarified, my nerves nearly making me collapse on the spot. “That’s expensive magic…” “I know, tell me about it.” “Which I could offer you…” “In return for what? I can’t afford it,” I replied, shrugging. Then out of the darkness, the familiar fur coat from ten years ago emerged, with the same beautiful makeup-clad face I recognised from my first visit to the market. “Oh I don’t want your money…” she smiled at me, stroking the collar on her coat. “What do you want then?” “I desire… companionship.” “I’m not one of those girls… sorry…” This elicited a response I was not expecting. She just… laughed. “Oh sweetie, I don’t want to fuck you. I want… something else.” “Something else?” I asked. “Follow me…” she said, waving her finger. Now… we all know I should have turned the opposite direction, but being the dumbass young vampire I was, so desperate for the magic to help me transition into my true self… of course I followed her. -------------------------------------------------------------- I walked into her lavish house, something that made her seem like an heiress or something… and was instantly told to take my shoes off. So, taking my heels off and placing them to the side of the entranceway, she then instructed me to take my coat off. Following her up the stairs, the soft carpet felt amazing on my worn, damaged feet… I couldn’t believe I was in such a house! Which instantly filled me with dread, as I worried that maybe she was going to kill me or something… “I… umm…” I began to ask what was going on, but she turned around and popped something in my mouth, shutting me up instantly. “Mmph?” “I… have a… special interest. You see… I so desire to be a parent. But… I hate kids. They annoy me and they’re not fun and being half vampire… I can’t bear children anyway.” “Mmpphh?” the thing in my mouth felt… soothing… but it still prevented me from talking. And what was worse, was I couldn’t see what it was. “Yes, I’m a Witch AND a vampire. Stupid bloodsucker turned me, thinking I was human. Last mistake he ever made…” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Mpphh?” I pointed at me, as if to ask why I was here. “I want you… to be my baby…” “MPHHH?” “Yes. In return for being my baby full time… you’ll be handsomely rewarded. You’ll have all the love and affection you could ever want or need. You’ll have a full tummy every day, without having to feed on any humans, as I know you’re that kind of vampire. And most importantly… I’ll cast the spell you want on you. Every month.” “Mpph?” I pointed at the thing in my mouth. Reaching up, she took it out of my mouth, revealing that it was a… baby’s dummy? Why… why was that so soothing and… nice to me? “T… thank you… umm… so you want me… to be… your… baby?” “Yes. Full time baby.” “For how long?” “Thirty years,” she said, nonchalantly. “THIRTY?” I blurted out in shock. “Time is meaningless to a vampire. It’ll pass you by in no time. And I know that you’re not exactly swimming in friendships or relationships… so you’d be the perfect little one. You’re absolutely adorable and I would love to have you as mine… for thirty years. After that, you’ll be free to grow up again, and you’ll be able to come to me to get your… treatment… for free, as long as we both live.” “You mean… I spend three decades as your baby? Then… I can be the girl I really am inside… forever?” “Yes. I think that’s a fair deal, considering you’re immortal. Thirty years is a brief pause.” “I…” I was speechless. I didn’t know what to do. I had so many questions! Like… just how much like a baby will I be? Will I have to wet… and umm… you know… myself? Will she feed me? What will she feed me? Where will I stay? Because I doubt she could take me out dressed like a baby. “Let me show you the nursery… then you can decide…” -------------------------------------------------------------- Of course I took that deal. The nursery… the nursery was amazing. And the feeling inside, as if something was calling me to accept this new life for thirty years… I… I just had to! And so I lost my adulthood in an instant. -------------------------------------------------------------- During the time between memories, as I continued falling towards the encroaching darkness… I couldn’t help but feel torn inside, due to my decision that evening… Here comes another one… -------------------------------------------------------------- The first decade was… not bad. I actually found I enjoyed the treatment I got from her. I felt… very babyish and for some reason… It felt good. It was embarrassing as heck at first, of course it was going to, but after a while, it just… settled. And I started to enjoy it. And for the first ten years… she was a very kind, loving Mother. Sorry… ‘Mummy’, as she liked to be called. I’d wear nappies all the time, I didn’t have a care in the world, I was fed multiple times per day, and I predominantly wore baby clothes. The only time I didn’t was when I was being changed or bathed, and even then I was stark naked. Which didn’t bother me like it used to, as thanks to her promise, I now had the body I had wished for my whole life. Everything just felt right now. It was a very dull life for ten years, as being a baby full time was no doubt going to be very boring. But Katherine… Mummy… she was right, it blipped by in an instant. The following decade though… that’s when something changed. Or more specifically… she did. She got fed up with me being a helpless, giggly little happy baby. I think she actually started to hate how happy I was. And I was happy! I got all the love and attention I wanted and craved all my life, and the baby treatment… turns out I actually liked it! But I think she wanted me to be humiliated more… so that’s when she started incorporating new things into my life. Straps to keep me held in my cot, a strap to keep my dummy in, enchanted nappies that made me squirm whenever they got wet… she kept upping the humiliation every month. By the end of the second decade, there was no level she wouldn’t stoop to. I endured as much as I could… knowing that I was over half way through my contract, that I could just stick it out a bit longer and I’d get the life I was promised. And as the years flew by… I tried my hardest to hold on. To endure whatever she threw at me, no matter how humiliating and cruel she started getting. It was at the point where I was receiving daily spankings as ‘maintenance’ to keep me behaving, despite me never being bratty or naughty. She just wanted to be cruel for the sake of being cruel. Then… a few months into the 1940s… she started getting personal with her insults. And that was the final straw. I tried my best to endure what I could. My body felt… my own, finally… and I knew the risks of breaking the contract now, of being cut off from her magic… but I couldn’t hold on any more. She started getting really personal, humiliating my identity… my past… even threatening to take me home to my Mum like this! She was scaring me so much at this point, so I made the decision… to leave. …To break the contract. -------------------------------------------------------------- She was furious. Things flew everywhere. The nursery was destroyed in her anger. So I ran. I ran for my life and never looked back. I knew where she kept my adult clothes all those years ago, so I grabbed them and changed on the way out, rushing to get away from her fury before she could use it against me. Never had she expected that I would break the contract. She figured I was just a spineless little submissive girl who would let her walk over her if it meant I could get the magic I desired so badly. But no… I’m better than that. Yes, I may be submissive and maybe I…. kinda… like the baby treatment… but that doesn’t mean just anyone can walk over me! If I was to be someone’s baby… it would be with someone I love. And I don’t love her. -------------------------------------------------------------- When I ran back to the market, to see how much things had changed in all that time… I instantly ran back to the pub, to grovel to my old boss for my old place back, and ideally… my old job. And I was surprised to see Sally sitting at a booth with her old boy toy… with her belly so big! I had been gone for twenty years and the complete opposite of what I was hoping had happened! I was hoping she’d drop him and things would return to normal… but no, things had gotten serious! Whilst I was happy she was pregnant… I can’t say I was happy she was still with him. Not that I feel anything for her, it’s just that… she… she was always there for me. So instead of introducing myself, I stayed out of sight and went into the back, towards the boss’ office, to beg for my job and home back. -------------------------------------------------------------- It was tough starting over again. It was even tougher dealing with the withdrawals from the lack of magic. But I knew it would be. I had weighed my options carefully, and I decided I’d deal with the withdrawals rather than stay with that monster. But damn… I wish they were lying about how bad it was. No matter what though, I didn’t allow it to affect my work. So for the next couple of decades… I stayed under the radar, barely living a life, avoiding everyone and everything except for work… not once seeing Katherine around. -------------------------------------------------------------- I hoped this was over soon. Whatever was going on had to end soon… right? At least I was past the worst memories now. From here on… it was a lot better. So I smiled as I turned to see a very vibrant, very colourful image nestled within the clouds… -------------------------------------------------------------- The swinging sixties! This is when the humans started getting fun again. War was over… again, people had recovered from the fighting, things had settled down. And humans were getting horny. Like… really horny. And their fashion suddenly blew up too! Which bled over to our world, meaning that our fashion developed alongside theirs. It was nice seeing people walk into the pub in outfits that weren’t drab and boring, instead the pub was full of colour and vibrancy… and it wasn’t just the clothes either! The patrons were very much more lively, and things seemed to be getting better. I had been through the withdrawals after a few years of them, reverting back to my original form. At least I still passed, though I really missed having breasts. But at this point, I had resigned to never getting the body I wanted again, it just wasn’t obtainable. So my life wasn’t any different, but at least the surrounding world was nicer to live in. That’s when one of the new guys behind the bar, walked into the back, where I was washing dishes. “Hi, I’m Sam. It’s Lucy… right?” he asked, pointing at me. This new guy was gruff, probably a werewolf, but dressed up smart for his job. Short brown hair with a rough-shaven beard, he was rather good looking… for a guy. “I… yeah…” I replied, awkwardly. I wasn’t used to the barmen talking to me, they usually just drop the glasses and plates then leave. “Are you coming out tonight?” he asked. “Out? Huh?” I was taken by surprise by this offer, as no one even talked to me back here. It’s why I loved my job so much. So to be asked this… “A few of us are going for drinks after work, when the pub closes early for the ritual. There’s a house party a couple of Witches are throwing, and I heard it’s going to be amazing.” “I… I’m not really a party kind of girl… Thank you though!” I replied. “No, I’m not taking no for an answer. You stay in here and never come out,. You’re always so quiet back here. So you’re coming out tonight. With us.” “But…” “No buts. Just… dress up, okay?” he smiled warmly at me. “I don’t have anything to wear…” “Then get something. Hell, I’ll buy you a cheap dress if it means you’ll come out with us!” he grinned. “Why do you want me coming out with you so badly?” “Because you’re cute. And I hate to see you all lonely in here.” “I’m not into guys…” “And I’m not asking you out on a date. I just hate to see cute girls be all sad and lonely, even if I have no intention of dating them. I’m more into guys by the way.” “Oh… umm…” “Look, you’re coming out. Whether you like it or not. Trust me, it’ll be the best night of your life!” -------------------------------------------------------------- I sheepishly walked up to the large, foreboding house, tagging along behind Sam and his friends, wearing a short dress that was way shorter than anything I had ever worn before. At least nothing adult anyway… The place was way too crowded, and I felt even more out of place and nervous the further I walked down the path leading to the front door. Even from here you could see the house was packed full of people, music was blaring, and there were a bunch of drunk party-goers on the front lawn. ‘Maybe… maybe if I just grab a drink and hide in a corner… it’ll be over quickly and I can go home… then Sam can’t hate me for leaving early… which is exactly what I want to do right now.’ “Go mingle!” he said as he ran off into the front door, and I instantly lost sight of him. Grabbing a drink from the table, I gently pushed my way through the crowd of dancing people so as to not spill anything, walking up the stairs to the second floor, trying to find somewhere a bit… quieter. But as I reached the top step, and saw just as many people here… I started looking for somewhere else to hide. Opening door after door, each room was full of werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts… you name a monster and they were probably here. Then one door I saw… had a big sign saying ‘No entry’. Now… I’m not one to break the rules… but if no one was allowed up there… it would be empty… so maybe I just had to break that one rule… just this once… ======================================================= Nice early chapter today, as I just got a good 1500+ words written of my newest story and figured I'd post this whilst I was at it. Looks like we've got at least one more chapter of these memories... though hopefully we're past the worst of them! Poor little Lucy... 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