Master of Hearts
Lo-loun finally appears
Master of Hearts
Lo-Loun
(Death Warning)
Emerald had done everything he had promised, changed Connor's diaper, gave him meds, signed him out of the hospital and took him home; and helped Connor settle in for a long relaxing day of Movies with popcorn and snacks that he stole from stores with his magic; but that was supposed to be a secret. Though such sweet candied times had to end when the shifts changed and Shia entered the fold with an intimidating go-getting presence.
The Mare clopped in wearing slimming jeans specifically designed for combat because of the stretchable design around the hips, a new brand most likely to fuse design and functionality. She wore a gray tank top under the black Kevlar vest, exposing the awe-inspiring biceps. Her hands were hidden behind thick plate gauntlets that matched the plating that covered her shins and knees; probably the pieces of the draconic armor set she was so proud of before. She swung a purple duffel bag off her shoulders and dropped it the floor with a cacophony of metal bangs; probably the rest of her armor.
“Any problems?" Shia asked as she strut to the couch to look down at Emerald, who shook his head, “Little dagger here has been nothing but charming, we were just watching movies."
“Little dagger?" Shia asked in confusion until Emerald pat Connor's head, at which point she nodded, “Iron told me about this, do I need to change any diapers?"
“No if you don't have to." Connor interrupted,
“I wasn't talking to you little dagger." Shia corrected, silencing Connor as she only kept her gaze on Emerald, who shook his head. “No, not yet, but all that apple juice has to go somewhere, his diaper will be soaked before the movie ends."
“Is he potty trained?" Shia asked leaning against the couch.
“Banavi would have me say, noo; but that's your choice." Emerald explained as he slipped out from behind Connor. “Stay here LD, I'm going to go and show Shia around."
“Can I start the movie?" Connor asked and Emerald nodded, “Go ahead, I'll be right back." He finished before nodding her to follow, and Connor could hear the basics of the conversation as the company ads started to roll through the opening credits. The first lines of the movie were spoken when Shia came back with Emerald, “Be safe Connor, I'll see you tonight." He finished with a condescending peck on the cheek.
“Bye," Connor grumbled as he rolled his eyes as the parenting incubus, while Shia sat down on the couch and kicked up her left light on her right knee and leaned back like a bro with the bowl of popcorn in the crook of her leg, “So what are we watching short stuff?"
“it's just an action movie, 'Triple Six' it's about a demon who works for the secret service to fight supernatural threats. It actually came out last year, and the main character is a demon from the underworld; I've been wanting to watch it for a long time." Connor answered turning his attention back to the TV. Shia chuckled as she pushed some popcorn into her muzzle, “Are you sure it's appropriate to watch for someone your age little guy?"
“I'll be fine Shia," Connor huffed before rolling his back into Emerald's dying warmth in the corner of the couch. Shia relented and tossed her hand up to give her 'ok' before grazing on the kettle corn. Shia only getting really involved when there was fight scenes, watching them diligently as if to learn something, while Connor smothered his groin to hide the sound of his pissing as well as his diluted scent with the blanket around his hips; he wasn't going to ruin the movie by getting up and going to the bathroom. But when the credits started to roll, Connor got up to go the bathroom because his ass was clenching down to hold back the buildup.
Shia reached out with a cold metallic finger that hooked onto his diaper, the difference in temperature making Connor jump enough that he almost lost control. “Where are you going?"
“I'm just going to the bathroom Shia." Connor explained as his bowel's grumbled and groaned, but Shia only silently asked for more, she knew exactly what Connor was hiding, she just wanted him to say it. “I need to poop ok?"
Shia put down her bowl and got up hoisted Connor up into her arms, the suspension and sitting position once again pushing out the head of his restrained mess. “Alright, let's get you to the potty then." As belittling as it was Connor said nothing as he was carried along softly bouncing with every step, and strip of his soaked padding, and guide onto the toilet. However, Shia didn't leave, she rolled up Connor's diaper and got out changing supplies from the closet, and laid everything out on counter. The mare looked over her shoulder when there was only silence and looked at Connor in confusion, “Do you need use the potty?"
“I can't go…with you watching." Connor admitted with a dull whisper ashamed of his own words. Shia tapped her hip shaking her head, “Yet you have no problem peeing in your diaper? Should I just get out your diaper so you can finish up in that?"
“Noo!" Connor pleaded, “I can use the potty… I want to, I just I've never used one with someone watching me."
“Well sorry little guy I'm not taking my eyes off you, now you have minute before I diaper you up and we go watch another movie." Shia dismissed and Connor shuddered under the demanding and waiting gaze, that turned towards a phone she had pulled out of her pocket. Connor strained, he didn't want to sit in his mess for who knows how long, and the moment he started trying, his bowels collapsed and let everything go with a slur of disgusting noise. Connor's face burned as he looked up at Shia who smiled, he groaned from pleasure as a distinctly solid mass rolled pass his prostate on its way out; panting he breathed through the release and cowered behind his hands which held up his forehead.
After nearly a minute of nothing but panting Shia reached out an rubbed Connor's back, “Everything out?"
“Yes." He whispered and before he knew it he was leaned off the toilet, before the jarring cold of a wet wipe rolled up his ass, and folded closed on his cheek before sweeping up to finish the job. “There, all clean." She coddled as she let Connor go, tossing away the refuse in the nearby trash.
“I could have wiped myself Shia." Connor shuddered his entire body warm and hot, burning in embarrassment because he had never been on the receiving end of something so demeaning. He had been belittled and coddled like a child, but no one amongst his ABDL friends had ever done something like that, and he had never done it to someone else.
Shia had scoffed at the idea, “I'd rather do it myself, so I know it's done properly, now flush." She directed and Connor pulled down the handle before he was guided completely off the toilet and dragged to the living room, where he was laid flat on the couch and expertly diapered. Making sure to leave out changing supplies on the coffee table along with a small stack of extra padding before picking up Connor by the arm pits like a toddler and plopping him down in the play pen. “You know I should spank you."
“Why?" Connor begged in protest his sensibility collapsing as tears started to run from the corners of his eyes.
“You never once said thank you, maybe I'll leave a note for Banavi to tell you how impolite you were." Shia explained with a chuckling smirk as she knelt down to pet Connor's hook's shaking head, “No, please don't, he'll make it hurt… Thank you for taking care of me."
Shia opened up her arms and pulled Connor into a partial hug, her gentle caress enough to keep Connor from breaking down into a full fit, “Alright," she quietly agreed as she pulled away, “I'll get you some snacks and put on an 'appropriate' movie." She booped before leaving to grab the remote, and asked for “Kids movie" with the voice command before randomly selecting from the list and letting it run. She cleaned up the coffee table and couch before cutting up vegan snacks and laying them out on the floor with a bottle of milk.
Connor could already tell he wasn't going to escape Shia, she had him right where she wanted him, and that it would be a long twelve hours under her heavy hand. But other than potty time as Shia refered to it, which happened every two hours, Connor was free to do as he wished, play games on his phone, draw watch TV but only 'appropriate shows'. Shia wasn't vindictive but she seemed to take some kind of personal pleasure keeping him docile and infantile, as was almost never not smiling when she saw his diaper.
As Dinner crawled around Connor was sat in her dense lap and fed a green vegan milkshake, that tasted mostly of spinach, from a could have easily been a bottle for a new born cow, by the end Connor stomach couldn't handle anything else; and he just wanted to sleep. He was burped, and the rumbling noise was quickly silence by his own hands, looking at Shia thinking she might scold him but she only laughed and rubbed he forehead against Connor's “That was perfect little guy, how are you feeling?"
“Tired," Connor admitted under the tender pressure, and Shia nodded and tickled his chin, “I thought so, you didn't have your nap time, do you want me to tuck you in?"
“No, I want to wait for Banavi,"
“Alright," She warmly agreed as she picked Connor up, “Then let's get you into something cute."
Connor didn't argue and only watched as Shia dug through his closet, swaying with gentle kicks on his hammock. What she pulled out of the closet made Connor shudder because he knew it was there, he just had tucked it far in the back because he never planned on wearing it; it's not like Banavi would make him wear something so girly, that's what they agreed to… But he wasn't with Banavi, so when the purple frilled onesie was dragged out and hung in the air like war banner, he could already tell he wasn't going to win, but that didn't stop him from trying. “No… not happening, I'm not wearing that." Connor retreated speeding walking to the door until it slammed shut with a dooming boom.
“You're welcome to fight, or you can honorably surrender; it's your choice." Shia laughed as she removed the dress from the hanger as she was sharpening a headsmen's axe. Then it was a blur, she came down like a thunderstorm and Connor's cries for help were silenced with a pacifier magically anchored to his lips. When Shia finished zipping up the back of the onesie Connor felt like he was being locked in shackles, he partially already was thanks to the mittens that turned his fists into boxing gloves. He silently fumed but let Shia have her fun as she fixed the skirt and checked all the seams to make sure everything fit.
“There," She pat with a intoxicating smile loving Connor's repressed tantrum, as he stood there looking into a mirror, that exposed his purple frilly attire, it wasn't as bad as he thought it was, it wasn't puffy princess, but it was to close to that edge for his liking. The shoulders with slimming and onesie was designed to be a partial corset that slimmed his waist, the skirt was the worse wide brimmed and stuffed with lavender lace, it exposed everything below his groin including the stark white diaper, and royal purple thigh high socks.
Connor snarled at Shia's phone which she used to take a selfie with the giant sissy, “I'm going to love that, I would share it with your owner but we both want to surprise him when he gets home right?" Connor could only roll his eyes as he was dragged out of his room and sat down in his play pen. “Will you be nice and behave if I take out your teething toy?"
There wasn't much else Connor do so he nodded with a fuming grumble. Shia clipped the pacifier to his neckline before patting his head, “you do really look cute."
“I'll bite you, I swear I will." Connor warned and Shia laughed and pat his head, “You'd only break your jaw trying…" Before taking a step back letting her hand hang from her hips, I'll cook something up for you owner, any idea what he likes?"
“He'll want to eat light, salad and tea, he has to get up early." Connor exhaled before tipping over and just laying on his side, just feeling defeated and like a personal doll for the mare.
“It's not the end of the world Connor." Shia waved off the silent protest before clopping into the kitchen to cook.
“It's so weird… why does every Mincridarn seem to like seeing me in diapers?" Connor asked rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.
“You could say it's a fetish." Shia answered as she closed the fridge.
“Well no shit-." A kitchen knife shot across the room and dived into the floor, right next to Connor's ear, “Language," She only warned only once, “Sorry."
“You were saying?" Shia waved on with a new knife as she started slicing lettuce.
“I mean of course it's a fetish that's what diaper play is." Connor continued with an unsteady breath as he shook the near death experience from his mind.
“That's not what I meant Connor; I know diapers are a fetish I was talking about something else." Shia explained as she continued cutting, keeping her eyes on her work. “I'm talking about a fetish for weakness, vulnerability. Some people get turned on seeing feeble people, people who can't defend themselves."
Connor sat up, “That just sounds like rape," but Shia shook her head, “It's more consensual than that, it's kind of hard to explain to a human."
“Well… ok, but still what are you talking about?" Connor pushed as he wondered how he was going to get the knife out of the floor.
“We train from birth to fight and protect others, but sometimes there are people who are distinctly weak and need protection. The weaklings tend to bow to stronger warriors and serve them so they can live in safety. For some it's like a business, for others, it excites them, turns them on. So these powerful warriors will toy with the weaklings, humiliate them and so on…. Everyone likes being treated like a king but not everyone is willing to be a servant."
Connor nodded smiling, “You're a race full of doms with no subs."
“That would be a very simple way of putting it," Shia nodded and then Connor looked down at himself getting the gist of what was turning Shia on the whole time.
“You have a fetish for weakness don't you?" The mare nodded a little bashfully, “A little."
“So, you don't care about the diapers at all, you're just using them to make me weak, to control me; to humiliate me?" Connor questioned and Shia nodded once again, “it's different, but it works. So you really like being a warden?"
“It's unprofessional to mate with patients, but I just love knowing people would suffer without me helping them…"
“I'm guess I'm special exception because you can actually play with me." Connor laughed and Shia raised the blade to point at Connor, “I would be doing far more, but your owner doesn't want you getting too excited while you're recovering and I agree, now go play with your ball or something and let me finish."
Connor rolled his eyes and turned around, “Yes Ma'am," before patting a ball to the edge of the pen so it bounced off and rolled back towards him, but every time it bounced it was like a creeping step in the back of his mind, a building presence that soon couldn't be denied as the front door launched across the room with a volcanic burst that spread sulfur and char on the wind as the door crash into the back yard.
Connor stood up and looked at naked eastern female whose entire arm was consumed by the blade, black and bleeding molten rock between the scales. She glossed over Connor, his childish infantile attire meaning nothing to her, she just looked at Shia, who neared the female defensively, “Mia?"
“What are you doing here? What are you doing with him?" Mia asked pointing the molten blade at Connor, “We were supposed to be together!" she screamed in rage, “You're supposed to be mine!"
Shia took personal offense to such declaration, “I'll never be yours."
“Then you'll be no ones, not even this sissy fuck!" Mia swung the blade out just like she had done to bailey, and a thin arc of fire lurched across the room, but it never hit, the fire erupted out wards and folded around the play pen that was surrounded by warbling barriers that couldn't sustain itself against the onslaught.
A ripping crack echoed out through the house as walls broke by the front door, the fire subsided and Connor could only catch a glimpse of Shia ripping a helmet out of her bag before charging out the front door with thudding cracks as she ran full sprint, each hoof shattering the concrete and throwing up rocks and clumps of grass. Seconds, almost a minute had passed till the fire around Connor subsided, and he could run out to meet Shia in the streets, the fight shooting up fire works that ignited the sky.
Shia was rolling in with an MMA style, keeping her arms up and dodging swords swings and beating down the human, she wasn't holding back anything, her fist burst with shockwaves as intense mass cut through the air; if anything she was increasing her own strength with her magic. Mia took the clunky hits like a professional it barely phased her, she shook it off and stumbled back give a few swings before being clobbered with earth shattering strikes.
But something shifted, even Connor could sense it, Mia's presence sharply changed and it was as if she had finally succumbed to the blade as she stood tall, and with a single handed swing blocked one of Shia's blows completely, and a retaliator explosion erupted outwards blowing back the mare, until she had shattered through the wall of a nearby house.
“All I ever wanted was you! I loved you and you ignored me the moment you were done with me." Mia cried out her voice distorted with something darker and demented.
Shia dragged herself out of the wreckage and spat blood in the grass, dusting her lip as she stood up and let her magic empower and heal her wounds, “It was one fucking night, you were supposed to go back to Washington!" The name alone snapped Connor's attention in all different direction as he was smacked with an epiphany that caused him to run between them, “Shia, stop!" Connor demanded and the mare panted with confused and stifled aggression glancing between Mia and Connor, “Get out of the way, you can't handle this."
“I know! But you can't win every battle by fighting, listen… She doesn't want you! She wants you to own her!" Connor explained the battle pausing for a complete moment as Shia let down her guard in complete confusion, “What? What are you talking about?"
“Lo-loun is a sword that possess the self-entailed and narcissistic, I figured it out because of what you said about you're weakness fetish." Connor flinched at Mia as she stepped forward and he held up his hands to stop her, “Mia, I know what you want more than anything, please I know you're in there, and look at what you are doing? How dare you hurt your mistress!"
Mia completely paused in her forward moment, and for a moment something soft and traumatized flickered in her eyes, “Shia, you're a dom, you'd never lower yourself to mate with anyone, you'd beat and humiliate those serving you… That fling you two had, you must have completed something for her, you completed her fantasy you made was she had always wanted real." Connor continued panting from the excitement as he kept his position.
“But something happened, I'm guessing you found out that Mia was already in a relationship with someone else… I know I'm guessing this but is that why you killed Jordan Mia, burned him alive?" Connor asked looking at Mia who said nothing but a tear turned to mist the moment it hit her cheek and sizzled against her skin.
“Mia you didn't…" Shia whispered in shock, her entire aggressive stance collapsing as she shook her head in disbelief.
“He held us back, he had to go! I wanted to be with you, I begged to be yours but you said I already had someone else." Mia defend a more aggressive presence pushing her forward.
“Shia… you don't have to fight her, she just wants to be with you… let her." Connor whispered doing his best to subtly guide her the best he could before looking at Mia, “You say you want to be hers, you want to be her only treasure, but look at you, that weapon your holding. It's a treasure and it'll always be Shia's prized possession if you wish to serve her, you'll always just be an addition… never the center piece. Shia will be treated a queen because she'll own that blade… through you. Let it go, and you'll always be Shia's prized possession."
“Mia," Shia knelt on the ground, “I'll give you a kiss, if you let go of the sword."
The very idea made Mia shudder and her broken self creeped through as she dropped the blade, and it roared in distress jumping around on the ground turning it into a roiling mass of molten rock. She walked forward like a newborn child her legs shaking and weak, she collapsed the moment her hand touched Shia's arms, falling into the mare's arms before going completely limp.
“Mia?" the mare questioned as she drew the human away from her chest, blood drained from her lips, dying with tears in her eyes. Shia's entire slumped as she closed her eyes and laid Mia flat on the ground, “The blade as the only thing keeping her alive," she breathed in pain looking up at Connor.
“She was possessed by it, I'm sorry."
Shia shook her head, “it's not your fault," she countered crumpling to her ass, leaning on her knees before rubbing the back of her neck, they both glanced up at Sirens as swat vans rolled up into view.
“I hate you." Connor fumed but Shia just laughed, “you look so cute when you're throwing a tantrum."
A Squad of knights jumped out of the back and surrounded the environment, while the Veteran walked up to them only glancing down at the soul sword submerged in a bath of molten fluids, he glanced at Connor, and Connor shook his head, “Don't, I already know."
“So is that it, you two defeated it?" Garus questioned and Shia shook her head, “We didn't defeat it, we persuaded her to let it go."
“And the soul sword? What are you going to do with it?" Garus asked as if he were hoping for an alternative, “I would just send it back to the dark armory, but my hands are a little tied up." Connor explained exposing his mittens. Shia reached out and removed the mittens before throwing them into the grass nearby, “Go get it," she waved off.
Connor rolled his eyes, he didn't want to move, he didn't want the puffed skirt to sway or bounce; but he didn't have a choice, and he walked past knights who snickered, trying to hide their laughs behind their helms some even daring to comment how cute he looked and if that was going to be his battle armor; and if he needed extra 'protection'. Connor only gave them the bird as he walked into his home.
The black link was easy enough to find, and when Connor came out mages were already isolating the Soul sword with barriers and pulled it out of the molten lava. Connor smacked the hilt with the link and watched as black link disintegrated into shadows that wrapped around Lo-Loun and imploded out existence with a black flash.
When everything was said and done it almost felt anti-climatic, the blade had come and went, left it's chard mark on sanctuary hills before getting arrested; Connor could feel that this wasn't the end but only the beginning, but he had learned important lessons looking at Shia. That fates had guided them together, it wasn't just visions he needed to keep an eye on but those around him as well.
ME's arrived on site within several minutes to pick up Mia's remains before carting her off to some lab, mages stayed to repair all the damage and guards crowded Connor's home while officers questioned him and Shia about what happened. Banavi had barreled through the door in a panic and dragged Connor to the floor to examine every wound before kissing him and admiring his outfit, the compliments only making the knights chuckle and laugh. After about an hour maybe just a few minutes more the streets were left dull and quiet, and Connor was tucked into bed, Banavi curling up in his chest as they rocked in the hammock together while Emerald watched from the shadows in the corner of the room.