Diaper girl - reverse (failed) blood pact - Aubrey

It was a dark night, though not exactly cold (because you invaded a cabin from a human and kicked them out O-O) when you saw a poster of you hanging up, a “WANTED: ALIVE” poster with a bounty on you for 100 000 dails (the currency of this world, for reference a mansion costs about 10 000 dails). Beneath the beautiful magic photo of you on the poster stood something you really enjoyed knowing and seeing:

S-rank creature.

You were considered a strong creature, very strong indeed. You were strong, agile and were good with human weapons (e.g daggers or swords, your aim absolutely sucks with bows or crossbows), and it’s normal for you to be an S-rank, but it still feels incredible knowing that humans fear you so much.

You loved how simple and how stupid humans could be, all they have is numbers and magic. You may not have numbers, but you do have magic. And you just know you are stronger than about 90% of the adventurers in the kingdom.

You lay down, the soft hum of rain and wind perfect to sleep under. Your eyelids become heavy and your body feels so soft. You were blissful, on a full stomach sleeping like there’s no tomorrow.

The pale, amber hues of sunrise begin to bleed through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the whole room. The room is silent, save for the occasional rustle of the wind against the windows and the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing.

You wake up from the lights, stretching out a bit and feeling the sun against your skin. You sit upright with a ripe, wide grin inhabiting your face as you see the poster again, your pride flaring up.

you get up and emmidiately go searching for food outside. You hunt and hunt, eventually finding a few things you focused on getting. But during this hunt… you get interupted.

”Face me you coward of a beast! I will be the one to get you!” A woman in her twenties who was clumsily waving a sword towards your area. You had about 10 meters distance between you 2. She looked to be here because of teh prizemoney.

Her plan was to force you into a bloodpact, and after that to keep you as a companion for some time, until your worth shot up even more, and then she’d give you. She was as cocky as they could get, her mind already flying with ideas to humiliate you when you lose.

As she approaches you, she keeps on being cocky and getting even cockier, and starts to mention her plans of ways to humiliate you out loud. ”I’ll dip my legs in cowshit and let you lick of every last bit, i’ll make you crawl and i’ll use you as a personal toilet. I’ll give you a diaper and i won’t change it EVER! I’ll make you eat whatever scraps i think you deserve; no, i’ll let you eat my shit!” Her words are boastfull, as if she thinks the world revolves around her. She shouts so loud that a chicken you were trying to catch ran away.

Finally, you two only have a few meters between you two. Your face is filled with rage, your prey is gone, and this woman is talking shit about you. You get into fighting stance, though the woman doesn’t seem to be doing the same. She knows you are an S-rank, but she doesn’t see you as a threat.

”You think you can challenge me and get out unharmed ? How stupid can an S-rank be ?!?” She continues to boast. You’ve had enough. You hit her cleanly in the stomach with your palm with a technique fully designed by you. It sends her backwards and blood gushes out of her mouth onto the ground below you.

Her eyes dart to you with a fury, though it hardly matches yours. ”You dare touch your mistress like that?!? I’ll make you eat my fucking shit straight from the source!” She lunges at you with her sword, using a slashing technique. She passes right through you with this technique, leaving you with a few sword scratches.

She stood with her back towards you, thinking she’d be so cool if you fell to the ground while she was posing like that. It was pretty main character syndrome, as you adjust your stance and turn to her again, this time using another one of your techniques. You hit her back with tremendous force, sending her flying forward, coughing up blood and on all fours.

She continues to get up and use some sword techniques that are pretty futile, and after a while she gets left with zero mana, a broken sword and on all fours. Blood kept gushing out of her mouth.

You think she fought valiently, though you don’t say a word. You pick up the broken sword and raise it to end her. Until you saw a little, tiny bit of your blood droop down and drop to the ground. Right in the pool of her blood.

You both look wide eyed, and Aubrey’s smirk fully returns. She had just done it! Or that’s what she thought. ”Drop the weapon and shit yourself right now, slave!” She says, her face full of trumpth. But you don’t listen to her request. Nothing happens. ”Why aren’t you doing anything?!? I’ll try something different, wear this!” She throws a pack of extremly puffy diapers at your feet. You bend over and pick it up, but not for the reason she thought. ”Yeah, go on slave! Put that on!”

She only realises that you aren’t doing what she’s doing when something happens to her neck. A golden light appears and vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving a collar in its wake. The silver collar had her name engraved into it, and only then did she start piecing things together. She wasn’t owning the demi, the demi was owning her.

”W Wha- N No… H How ??? T-This is supposed to h happen! How did you do this you filth!” Only then does she realise… Your blood fell into hers, not the other way around.

You throw not one, not two, but THREE diapers at her head, while she is still on all fours. The intent is clear: She slowly starts to take of all her clothes, leaving her naked. She tries to stand up, but her body is too weak. Why don’t you help her a bit by giving her a healing potion and helping her get into the diapers ?

”Y You a aren’t going t to make me w wear all three at once, r right ?? N No… this can’t be happening…”