Alessia vs. The Mommytaur - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

A sequel to this story, also commissioned by Mashugana.

It had been a quiet evening, fire crackling pleasantly in the fireplace. The dwarf, Myls, took the last swig of his tankard of ale, peering sadly into the mug. He was reluctant to get up to refill it, much as he wanted to, especially after glancing over at the fire again, seeing that it would soon need more wood. Were he to commit to drinking another ale, he'd need to fetch more wood as well, as he'd used the last he'd brought inside already.

Was it worth it? It was a tough question, one that set him to stroking his beard thoughtfully. He didn't want the night to end yet, but he was tired enough that going all the way out to his woodpile in the back yard sounded unappealing. He could let the fire burn out, of course... He might regret it by morning, however, and he doubted he'd be responsible enough after another drink to do it then.

"Fine," he sighed, hauling himself out of his chair. "A little fresh air will do me good."

He stumbled slightly as he made his way to the door, surprised to see the ale was already affecting him that much. Maybe he should call it a night... Then again, what did he have to do the next morning? Nothing! Why not enjoy himself?

He opened the front door, stepping out into the frosty moonlight with a stretch. "It is fresh," he grumbled, though the main word that came to mind now was cold. It might be enough to sober him up so much he'd need another two drinks to get to sleep tonight! Not that he was complaining... He'd just have to bring in some extra wood, to be safe. He wasn't coming back out here again tonight if he could help it!

His woodpile, unfortunately, was running quite low, which baffled him for a moment as he stared at the few stray pieces left. "Is there a wood thief about?" he roared into the darkness, positive he'd cut more than that. "Come on, show yourself!"

A rustle sounded in the leaves of the forest, and he spun around to look at it, heart beating a bit faster, wondering if he'd made a mistake. He was in no condition to fight, and a few pieces of wood weren't worth getting killed over. There were no signs of movement that he could see, however, so he had to assume it was nothing more than the wind, or a wild animal passing by. In turning around, though, he did solve the mystery of his missing firewood.

"Of course," he chuckled to himself, feeling rather silly. He had, indeed, cut more, his axe gleaming in the moonlight, stuck into the stump he'd rested his firewood on to chop it into more manageable pieces. He'd simply been too lazy to carry it all back to the pile, leaving it scattered when he decided to go into his house and reward himself for all his hard work with a drink, which had turned into a second, and a third...

And now, here he was. It served him right, really. He shuffled over, picking up pieces of wood, seeing if he could carry enough to get him through the night, only to hear another rustle. "You hush up," he ordered. "You're not scaring me, wind!"

But it wasn't the wind. It was a deep, booming voice, though one that was undeniably female, asking, "What are you doing out here all by yourself, little one?"

He turned again, this time spotting a flash of movement through the trees, yet not clearly enough to make out what it was. As scared as he had been a moment ago, however, his mood did improve upon hearing it was a woman. "I'm not as little as all that," he called out with a smirk. "Would you care to see?" He didn't know what she was, and he didn't much care. He'd slept with someone who claimed to be a half-orc before, but who had seemed closer to full-blooded, and if he could handle that, surely whoever this was would prove no challenge.

"Yes," the voice replied, Myls's eyes flicking to the other side of the forest, the sounds now seemingly coming from there. "That's what they all say, isn't it?"

"Well, with me, it's a guarantee!" he bragged. "I've got a nice rug in front of the fire, and plenty of ale, and..."

"What did you say?!" The rustling became more of a crashing, branches snapping underfoot, and from above as a huge form barrelled through the forest. Myls turned once more, just in time to see a massive creature emerge from the trees. He saw the feet first, a pair of black hooves, like those he'd seen on cows, attached to a pair of legs that seemed the same, covered in white and red fur, as strong and muscular as any bull's. 

The form was walking on only two of them, however, and at the top of those legs was a simple leather skirt that was almost more of a loincloth, tied sloppily in place. Above, the form began to grow more human, revealing a set of abs, bulging biceps, a pair of heaving breasts barely contained by a matching leather bra, long red hair that matched that on the legs in terms of color, and two long, sharp, curved horns over a beautiful face, casting dual shadows across it in the moonlight.

"You haven't been getting into your parents' alcohol, have you, little one?" the minotaur demanded, nostrils flaring in anger. "That is very naughty... And naughty of your parents to allow it. I'm not sure which of you I'm more disappointed in!"

Myls gawked up at her, having a difficult time deciding if he was more scared or turned on. She was gigantic, no doubt, certainly in comparison to a dwarf, and he was, indeed, in no condition to best her in combat, if it came to that. If he could convince her to settle this in another way, however... Well, she was also undeniably sexy, even more than he'd dared hope when he made his blind invitation.

"Listen," he said, shaking his head. "I think you've made a mistake... I'm more than old enough to drink what I want... And do lots of other stuff, too." He waggled his eyebrows, stepping back as the minotaur approached.

"We're going to go talk to your parents," the minotaur informed him. "And if they don't discipline you for this, I will!"

One huge hand reached out, grabbing for Myls's arm. He backed away, out of her grip, and the minotaur's nostrils flared again, eyes narrowing. "Calm down!" he told her. "Just listen to me for a minute!"

But the minotaur did not look like she was in the mood to listen, or wait. She advanced again, Myls seeing the rage plain on her face. He wasn't sure what was happening, only that he'd feel more secure with an axe in his hands, so he dropped the wood he'd collected, rushing for the stump. He could hear the minotaur cursing as she wound her way through the fresh minefield of firewood he'd scattered at her hooves, his hand closing around the handle of the axe, giving it a tug...

He had, apparently, wedged it in too hard, the axe refusing to budge. "Come on," he begged, pulling it on it a second time. If he'd known this was going to happen, he'd have left it there, made a break for his house, prayed he was fast enough to get around the minotaur. Now it was too late for that... If he didn't get the weapon loose, he was in big trouble.

"You're just trying to make me mad now, aren't you?" the minotaur fumed. "That is not a toy, young man!"

"No, it isn't!" he answered, doing his best to sound intimidating despite the fear coursing through his body. "A-And if you don't leave me alone..."

He yanked on the axe again, and this time, he felt it shift in the wood, lifting up ever-so-slightly, giving him a ray of hope. "If you don't leave me alone," he continued, clearing his throat to erase the hint of a squeak that had been sneaking into his voice the previous time, "you'll regret it."

"Oh, will I?" the minotaur chuckled, and Myls turned back to see her stomp on the final piece of firewood, her hoof snapping it in two. "I don't think so, little boy."

She began to charge towards him, and Myls made one last attempt to pull the axe free, and, thankfully - and surprisingly - it worked, the panic granting him enough strength to do what needed to be done. He hoisted the axe up, swinging it as hard as he could...

The minotaur caught it, hand closing around the handle just below the head, easily tugging it free of Myls's grip, tossing it aside. It spun through the air, implanting itself firmly in the trunk of a tree.

Myls hadn't stopped to watch, however, had, as soon as he felt himself lose his grip on the weapon, recognized how desperate his situation was and ran, ducking between the minotaur's legs, running for his house. It took her a second to realize what had happened, where he'd gone, and another to turn around, although, as soon as she had, he was sure he could feel the ground rumbling beneath his feet as she pursued him, no doubt gaining quickly with her much longer stride...

He'd been almost certain he wasn't going to make it, that he didn't have enough of a lead to outrun her, but, somehow, he managed to do it, to stumble through his door and slam it shut behind him, bolting it and sinking to the floor, panting, leaning on it. Barely a moment later, the heavy wood of the door at his back almost seemed to bend, sending a jolt through his spine as he felt, and heard, the impact of the minotaur's fists against it.

"Let me in!" she roared. "Let me in right now!"

Myls scrambled away from the door, turning back to see it strain against the hinges, and the bolt, as the minotaur hit it again. His eyes darted around the room, searching for another weapon, one that might help him defend himself against her, but if his axe didn't do the trick, what would? She banged her hands on the door one more time, and it burst inwards, falling to the floor with a bang as she tore it free of everything holding it to the frame and stepped into his house, having to duck down to fit through the now-empty doorway.

"I-I'm sorry!" Myls gasped, raising his hands up in defense, and surrender, quivering. "I-I don't know what you want, but you can have it! I swear!"

He flinched as the minotaur advanced, towering over him, brows furrowed. She bent down, and he couldn't even enjoy his glimpse down the front of her bra as she shoved his hands aside, reaching for his body... Then halted.

"What is this?" she demanded. 

He frowned, glancing down, not knowing what she meant, even after looking. "I-I don't..." 

"This!" she bellowed, fingers closing around his beard. He winced, half sure she was going to yank it out of his chin. "You're not a little boy at all, are you?"

Despite his terror, he couldn't help being a bit annoyed. "No, of course not!" he rolled his eyes. "I tried to tell you that! Did you not see it before?"

The minotaur looked slightly bashful. "You were carrying that wood and it was in front of it," she said. "And then when you had the axe, I was so concerned with getting it out of your hands before you hurt yourself..." She frowned, clearly confused.

He was somewhat insulted at the misunderstanding, obviously, but he wasn't going to let that stop him, now that he could see she wasn't, in fact, trying to kill him. "You know," he offered, "I can think of an easy way to prove I'm not a child..."

She sneered down at him, giving him just enough time to see the disdain in her expression before she shoved him aside with one hand, sending him tumbling into the wall with a crack, darkness enveloping him in an instant.

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"I don't know why you're so upset," Jadis said. "This is a good thing, right? It's what we wanted!"

Alessia sighed. "Yes, of course it is," she replied. "I didn't want a full-scale war to break out, but..."

"But what?" Jadis asked. "We got out of there without a drop of blood being spilled! What more can you ask for?"

She felt ridiculous saying it, though she'd learned long ago it wasn't worthwhile trying to lie to her witch companion. "I wouldn't have minded a few drops of blood," she shrugged sheepishly.

"Alessia!" Jadis scolded. "Are you serious?"

Alessia blushed, adjusting her cloak compulsively. "Fighting is what I'm good at," she reminded the other woman. 

"You seem to have gotten pretty good at talking to people, too," Jadis pointed out. 

"No, I haven't," Alessia grumbled. It wasn't talking that had quelled the feud brewing between the two rival guilds... It had been the gust of wind that had blown through listing up the skirt of her dress just enough to make the diaper underneath it visible for a split second. 

She could still feel the heat building up in her cheeks as she recalled it, as she'd felt her hands moving towards the hem of her skirt, Jadis shaking her head almost imperceptibly as Alessia heard the snickering start from one of the guilds, watched in real-time as the whispers spread outwards.

"Can we call a truce for a moment?" Jadis had requested. "I think there's something I need to take care of."

She'd given Alessia a firm look as she turned towards her, wordlessly warning her to keep her hands away as she lifted her skirt, revealing her diaper, soggy as usual, to everyone there, the snickering turning into full-on laughter. Alessia's first instinct was to grab for the telescoping spear at her side, to start stabbing, but she trusted Jadis enough to go along with her, to stand there, cheeks red, and let the witch handle this.

"I'd better get her changed," she'd sighed, "or she'll be leaking all over the place."

She'd led Alessia away, the warrior barely able to hold her tongue until they were alone to ask, "What was that about?! Why did you check me?! I-I can wait for a change!" She was only partially certain about that... Jadis was much better at judging how much her diapers could handle, though she was confident she'd felt them get far wetter than this and still hold up.

"You'll see," Jadis had promised, and, sure enough, by the time they'd returned, Alessia pinned into a clean diaper, the heads of the two guilds were talking much more jovially together, hardly looking like they'd been on the verge of cutting each others' throats just a few minutes earlier.

Alessia hadn't understood what had happened until a few hours later, as the head of the guild who had hired her to fight alongside them had given her the money they'd agreed upon. "We had been insulted by what they did," he'd told her, "and how silly it made us look... But it didn't seem so bad after we saw..."

"I get it," Alessia had cut him off with a scowl and a blush.

"If the great Alessia the Defender doesn't mind looking that ridiculous, surely there's no reason to get so upset over what they did," he'd continued anyway. "Thank you for helping us see that."

She still wasn't sure where that initial gust of wind had come from, as the air had been rather still before, and after, that. Had it been simple luck, coming at just the right time? Or had it perhaps gotten a little help from her witch friend? She hadn't asked Jadis, and she probably wasn't going to... It had worked out, after all, so she should be grateful for that, and not angry at Jadis for doing it without warning, for trusting that it would have the desired effect.

"Well, if nothing else," Jadis sniffed, "you've gotten good at staying quiet and letting me talk, then."

"That doesn't mean I wouldn't like a real fight now and then," Alessia said. "At this rate, my skills are going to get rusty, and then, when we need them..."

"I'm sure they'll come back to you," Jadis told her.

Alessia wasn't so certain. It felt like all of their jobs lately were ending this way, were teasing her with a fight, with something to defend, only for the solution to wind up requiring no violence at all. She needed a challenge, something to keep her on her toes, to make her feel like her old self, and not a helpless little girl, stuck in diapers, following after her witch friend like a lost puppy, knowing she needed Jadis to undo the cursed diaper pins holding the bulky cloth around her waist in place.

"I could conjure you up a training dummy to practice on," Jadis offered. "Would that make you feel better?"

"No," Alessia pouted. It sounded too much like she was being offered a doll to play with, and, as skilled as the magic user was, she doubted she would be able to make anything that would truly challenge Alessia.

"Okay," Jadis shrugged. "There's no guarantee that whatever you're looking for is just going to fall into your lap, however."

Alessia knew she was right - it hadn't so far, after all - but that didn't stop her from keeping her ears open at the tavern they stopped at for the night. There were always plenty of rumors swirling around, though none of them quite appealed to her... Not until a dwarf came in.

"Oh, are you gracing us with your presence again, Myls?" the bartender mocked. "I thought I watered my drinks down too much for you."

"Shut it," the dwarf huffed.

"What happened to your head?" the bartender nodded to the bandage wrapped around it. "Did you get too drunk and hit it on something?"

"It was a minotaur," Myls replied. 

"A minotaur?" the bartender scoffed. "Here?"

"She was wandering the woods last night, and attacked me out of nowhere!" Myls said. "You should see what she did to my door! She was a fearsome beast... I was barely able to escape with my life!"

"Whatever you say, Myls," the bartender said, clearly not believing the story.

Alessia, on the other hand, was intrigued. It did sound like the ramblings of someone who'd had too much to drink... Minotaurs weren't exactly known for wandering freely, or attacking out of the blue if you stayed out of whatever territory they were guarding. Still, if he was telling the truth, it might just be the challenge she was looking for.

"So," she slid onto the stool beside him, passing a few coins to the bartender for her next drink, and the dwarf's, "tell me more about this minotaur..."