Wonder Woman and the Blast from the Past - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Just as a disclaimer, I don't claim to be an expert on Wonder Woman, at all. I haven't even gotten around to seeing the movie yet... However, in preparing for this story, I have done some research, and most of the plot points, at least in terms of the setup, are things that I've read about from her history. There are a bunch of different versions of her origin, though, and powers, and I've picked and chosen what I liked, so it isn't loyal to any one, specific version, but kind of a hodgepodge of several of them. If you're a huge fan of the character, and it's just too disloyal to however you see her, I apologize... But a diaper story probably isn't the place to go to see a completely accurate depiction of any outside character.

"Who dares enter my cave?" 

The words shook the walls, pebbles cascading down all around the little girl. In the depths of darkness ahead, she saw a pair of large red eyes open, fixing themselves right on her. Despite herself, she started to feel a bit nervous, though she did her best not to show it.

"It's just me, Magala!" she called.

There was a slight pause, then the cave lit up in an instant, torches springing to life all around her, revealing the sparse, yet comfortable, living quarters the woman had set up for herself, away from the city. "What are you doing here, Diana?" the woman stepped forward, lifting her hood up over her head.

Diana wasn't sure why she bothered... It wasn't like she hadn't seen it before, or even cared that Magala looked a little different from the rest of the women on the island. As far as Diana could tell, Magala was the only one that did, and that was the only reason she lived out here, although, from what she'd heard about the woman, she might simply be more comfortable in a cave than a house.

Still, Diana had to try, as always. "If you'd just come live in the city, I wouldn't have to come all the way here," she pointed out. "Who knows what could have happened? I might have..."

"You jest, but that's exactly what I worry about," Magala interrupted her. "This island is peaceful, for now; that doesn't mean that nothing bad can happen here."

Diana rolled her eyes as she saw something emerge from the shadows, towering over Magala, torchlight glinting off its eyes, and something else. "You aren't fooling me," she informed the woman. "I know that's just one of your illusions."

"What is?"

Diana gulped, glancing from Magala to the thing in the shadows, unsure if she was joking or not. It was hard to tell with her, sometimes... The thing was still advancing, revealing just enough of itself in the light that she could see the horns on its head, could tell the sound it was making as it moved was made not by feet, but hooves... "Magala!" she pointed.

"Are you not listening to me?" she shook her head. "Honestly, child, what am I going to do with you?"

Finally, the thing emerged enough to show Diana its whole body, the bare, muscular chest, the beastly head of a bore, the huge arms, wielding a gigantic axe. Just as she'd worried, it was a minotaur, and, as she watched, it lifted its axe over its head, aiming right for the somehow oblivious Magala. 

"Magala!" Diana shrieked, trying to make her see, before realizing there was no time. Desperate, she ran at the monster, unsure what she was going to do, how she could stop it; it turned out, she wouldn't have a chance, as it switched to holding the axe with one hand, the other swooping down, snatching her up - one hand enough to wrap around her scrawny body, pinning her arms to her side - and lifting her off the cave floor easily. Its grip was cold against her skin, though Diana also felt warmth, first running down her legs, then spreading through her cheeks, as she struggled, in vain.

It took her a few moments to realize the minotaur had stopped moving, that it wasn't lifting her any closer to its mouth to eat it, or whatever it planned to do. Instead, it held her there as Magala grabbed a pile of rags, setting them over the puddle Diana had made under herself, then set her down, dissolving into wispy shadows.

"I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to startle you that badly," Magala gave the still shivering girl a hug. "I just wanted to show you... You haven't gotten your gifts yet, so you're vulnerable, and, even here, you never know what could be hiding in the dark."

Diana sniffled, trying to re-gather her courage, and dignity. "B-But you do," she said. "I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me!"

Magala shook her head. "I can't see everything, child. My powers are... limited. The slightest thing can change them completely. I've seen you as an adult, one of the strongest on this island, having all kinds of wonderful adventures, but..."

"When?" Diana demanded. "I feel so stupid, and little, and... and useless! Everyone else has their job to do, and when I try to help, they tell me I'm just getting in the way, so I try to visit you, and you don't want me here! I just want to be a grown-up!"

Magala gave Diana another hug as tears started to flow down her little cheeks again. "I love to see you child, I just don't want you coming here alone... And you're none of those things. You're a child, still, and you should be concerned with playing and having fun, not trying to help the adults, or spending time with a silly old woman like me."

But things weren't as simple as that, Magala knew. Who was Diana supposed to play with? She was right, that the other women had their own work to attend to... They all loved Diana, yet none of their works was specifically to look after the children, since Diana was the only one on the island. It must be quite the lonely life... Magala knew quite a bit about loneliness, however, she'd chosen hers; there was no need for Diana to go through the same thing.

Once Diana had calmed down, Magala gave her one more squeeze before pulling away, shuffling over to her workbench. She'd been working on several things, imbuing the magic she was studying here, in her cave, into them, seeing what effect it had on them. There was one object that she thought might help Diana; it helped her, from time to time, just being able to see, and talk to, another person who looked like her, primitive and ugly, rather than the beautiful, sophisticated women that occupied the rest of the island. She could always make herself another one, though, if giving this one to Diana would make the girl feel better.

"Here," she held the ornate, golden mirror out. "I want you to have this."

"Wh-What is it?" Diana wiped her eyes, gingerly taking it.

"Just look into it," Magala smiled. Diana did as she was told, her wide, blue - and, for the moment, slightly red and puffy - eyes staring into the glass. The reflection began to swirl briefly, and Magala waited, curious to see the girl's reaction once it greeted her, and probably asked her why she had been crying.

Instead, the whole mirror began to shake. Diana gasped as it wriggled its way out of her hands, her heart dropping, afraid it was going to tumble to the cave floor and break, right after it had been given to her; instead, it floated, hovering in the air between Diana and Magala as both of them watched in awe. 

The glass was rippling, like the surface of a lake a stone had just been thrown into, until, at last, a hand shot out, followed by an arm, a torso, a head full of black hair, with a face just like Diana's. In a matter of moments, a whole girl had climbed out of the mirror, which remained floating behind her just long enough for Magala to pluck it out of the air.

"Hello!" the new girl raised a hand.

"H-Hi," Diana waved back shyly, turning to Magala.

Magala was just as shocked as she was, though she tried to hide it. That had, obviously, never happened for her; perhaps Diana simply wanted companionship even more than her, or maybe, without knowing it, Magala had made that mirror for her, and simply been borrowing it, using a fraction of its true power for herself. Either way, she sensed no malice, no more ill will from this new girl than from Diana herself.

"Do you have a name, child?" she asked the new girl.

She looked over at Diana, then back at Magala with a giggle. "Well, I do, but it might make things confusing."

"Well, then," Magala told her, "Why don't we call you Donna?"

Donna nodded. "I like that!" She turned back to Diana, holding out her hand. "Do you want to go play?"

Diana glanced at Magala, who gave her own nod of approval. "Just hold on a moment, while I get you something dry to wear."

Instantly, the girl's face lit up. "Yeah!" she exclaimed, the two of them running out of the cave as soon as she had changed, giggling and chattering happily, having someone their own age to have fun with for the first time.

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'That was a close one,' Wonder Woman thought to herself as she just barely spun out of the way of Cheetah's claws as they ripped at her belt, reaching for her lasso. There was probably a quip somewhere, about the cat-themed villain, so eager to bat at an oversized piece of string, but she didn't have time to come up with it at the moment as Cheetah's claws sliced upwards, and Diana deflected them with her bracelets with a clang.

The Cheetah had always been fast - Diana assumed that was why she'd chosen that cat as a theme for her villain identity - but today, she seemed even quicker than usual, taxing Diana's Amazonian powers to the limit to keep up with her. She'd come very close to snatching Wonder Woman's lasso at the very beginning of the fight, before she'd realized Cheetah had gotten faster, but Diana had gotten lucky.

She wasn't sure what Cheetah had done to get this extra boost, though she doubted it was anything good. She hopped to the side as Cheetah leapt at her, lashing out with one foot, kicking the other woman in the chest as she turned, following Diana's movement and readying herself for another attack. 

Wonder Woman allowed herself a smile as she pushed back on the woman, shoving her away and knocking her temporarily off balance, keeping her away long enough to reach for her lasso herself, unhooking it, only to drop it a moment later, after Cheetah slashed at her wrist, drawing blood as the claws ripped through her flesh. The pain registered only slightly in her mind; it was the shock, more than anything, that made her lose her grip. Already, she could feel her body beginning to mend itself, thanks to Demeter's gift. 

It was the gift of Hermes that allowed her to beat Cheetah to the fallen lasso, and push herself up off the ground and into the air, out of Cheetah's grasp. Losing contact with the earth paused her healing, but the slashes didn't bother her too much, and she'd rather have the space to think at the moment, anyway.

Wonder Woman began to spin her lasso, watching Cheetah pacing restlessly on the ground below her, before backing up and starting to run. At first, Diana thought she was trying to escape, that she'd realized she was defeated - instead, Cheetah ran right at her, leaping in the air, her speed propelling her upwards, hurtling like a cannonball at Wonder Woman.

Diana threw her lasso, ensnaring the other woman, then yanked at it, pulling her off her intended path and slamming her into the wall of a nearby building instead. Diana smiled triumphantly, watching Cheetah struggle, uselessly, against the lasso pinning her arms to her side as Diana held it tight, ensuring there was no way her opponent would escape, while she flew back down to the ground. She had to admit, she'd been a bit worried there for a moment, but it hadn't been too bad, in the end...

All of the sudden, her flight downward began to pick up speed, turning from a gentle float into a plummet. She gasped as her heart began to pound, louder and faster than she was used to, even in the middle of a fight, trying to regain control before, finally, she slammed into the ground, knocking the rest of the wind out of her lungs.

She sat there, stunned, head spinning, for a few moments before looking at her hands, noticing, first, that, despite being in contact with the earth again, her cuts hadn't resumed healing - in fact, they were starting to sting, much more than before, in fact, when she'd barely even registered them - and second, that she'd let go of the lasso.

By the time she looked up, Cheetah had already extracted herself from the rope and begun to gather it up. "No!" Diana squealed, reaching out, starting to run towards her. To her shock, and horror, despite pushing herself as hard as she could go, her legs still felt like they were moving through molasses... And, when Cheetah saw her approaching, and ran to meet her, she looked more like a blur than anything human.

Diana tried to dodge out of the way, but she could only think about it before Cheetah slammed into her, sending her flying back into the building behind her, making her crumple to the ground. She felt something warm running down her legs - although that had started even before she got hit, if she remembered correctly, given how fast everything was happening - and Cheetah smirked.

"Aww, are you scared?" Cheetah taunted. Wonder Woman frowned, not realizing what was going on until she dared a glance downwards, and saw wetness flowing from her star-dotted briefs, to the ground beneath her, her cheeks burning as she recognized what it had to be. By the time she lifted her head back up, Cheetah was already right in front of her, making her yelp as the other woman growled, "You should be."

Wonder Woman barely had time to lift her hand and block Cheetah's swipe with her bracelet, and even then, the force of it knocked her arm aside, slamming it against the wall. Frantically, she tried to scramble to her feet, only for Cheetah to shove her back down, her bottom landing back in the puddle she'd just made.

"Pathetic," Cheetah sneered, raising her hand again, claws glinting in the fading sunlight. Diana winced, trying to call on her powers, to defend herself, but finding no strength to fight back, no speed to escape, no wisdom to come up with another plan... All she could think to do was close her eyes and pray to the gods, hoping...

She hardly even heard the whoosh, though she felt the air swirling as something zoomed past her. She dared to open her eyes, seeing a pair of blurs, one yellow, the other a mix of black, red, and blue, moving too fast to make out much else. Was this what it was like when regular people saw her fight? She knew she should help whoever had come to her aid, but she was almost too tired to even get to her feet, so, instead, she looked down at her hand, shocked to see the scratches still there. They hadn't even been that deep... Any other time, they would have healed almost instantly...

"Come on!" a faintly familiar voice urged. "She's getting away... If we work together, she shouldn't stand a chance against us!"

"I-I'm trying!" Diana insisted, still struggling to pull herself to her feet. 

There was another whoosh, and, suddenly, someone was standing in front of her. It was hard to judge her age, exactly, but Diana guessed she was maybe fourteen or sixteen. She had the same star-spangled panties Diana was wearing, though her red shirt had shoulder straps, looking more like a tank top than Diana's version, and the golden eagle on the front was merely a design on the cloth, not the glittering gold Diana had. Her long, black hair was missing a tiara, and she had on long, strappy sandals rather than boots, but it was clear her costume had been inspired by Wonder Woman.

And why not? The more Diana stared at her, the more memories came flooding back, from long, long ago. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. "D-Donna?" she gasped.

"Hi, Diana," the girl smiled, before her eyes moved downward, to the wet spot on the woman's pants, and she teased, with a playful giggle, "I guess some things never change, do they?"