The Holy Sippy Cup War Ch. 6 (Patreon)

6. The Fated Master Mommy

Kiyohime pounded her fist against the metal door repeatedly.

*Wham* *Wham* *Wham* *Wham*

Every blow of her hand against the entryway to the roof led to further frustration, earning angry grumbles from the servant in multiple ways. She yelled after the escaping attackers in language that amounted to furious babbling, with her words muddled and confused by her rage. At the same time, her stomach continued its angry rumblings with the pulsating sensations of her bowels being eager to void but forced to hold it back adding to her irritation.

“Shuh muh MOMMY! Fught muh bah guh!”

*Wham* *Wham* *Wham*

When it was obvious to even Kiyohime that her opponents wouldn’t be returning she turned away from the door, stomping—or rather, waddled aggressively—away in frustration. The extra layers of padding from the archer’s arrow hindered her significantly as she moved toward the edge of the roof.

With nowhere to channel the burning passion of her rage, Kiyohime could feel it petering out, leaving behind its annoying after-effect. Her stomach hurt so badly. The urge to push a load into her padding stood as a nagging irritant at the back of her brain while she looked down to the street.

She’d had a harsh glare on her face while shortly engaged with the Archer, but upon seeing Taiga down on the street it softened. “Mommy…” she said wistfully, throwing herself from the rooftop toward the still very confused woman.

Taiga meanwhile was still in shock after what happened. Most of it was a blur but the loud call of “She is mine! Mine mine mine!” from the mysterious figure that’d appeared was still ringing in her ears. The ground next to her, where the mysterious stranger had been standing, was scorched and cracked with an indent left from where she’d lept from.

There’d been fire and arrows and Taiga could have sworn she saw something resembling a pacifier flying around at one point. She had a very long internal debate on whether it was better to run away or stay in place with the end result being her frozen in place while the crash and clatter from the rooftop far away filled the night air.

With only the rhythmic banging left after several moments Taiga considered running away and pretending the whole exchange hadn’t happened. “But where are the Police?” she asked herself, pacing and spinning in the same spot as she checked her surroundings with a flustered expression.

“Everything went boom! But not a single person comes out to see why? Am I going crazy? Is the stress of teaching finally getting to me? Have I graded one too many pop quizzes!?” Taiga’s method of coping with the situation may not have been the best, but she counteracted the insanity around her with wild accusations against her own sanity.

Just as she was considering the whole thing to be a hallucination, the person who’d left the scorched crater in the middle of the sidewalk returned, placing her wooden sandals with delicate golden thread laced through them into the indents she’d left behind.

Taiga froze in place, her light-brown eyes locking with the golden irises of the superpowered stranger. She looked at Taiga hopefully with her needy, softened gaze. Her gaze traveled over the stranger's clothes, her elegant long hair, the massive puff of her diapers between her legs.

She had a lot of questions for this person but the teacher felt her fear and confusion melt away upon seeing that look. This person obviously didn’t mean Taiga any harm and she could sense that through her wanting expression.

“I-I…” Taiga struggled with what to say, she was still trying to process the situation at hand. From her understanding, this person had been attacked next to her—or had she taken the blow for Taiga? “Thank you.” she said softly, assuming that it was a protective move rather than her being a random bystander.

Kiyohime felt the soft appreciation reach her ears and she practically melted inside, her eyes grew wide. Whatever rage was burning within her before quickly dissipated, leaving behind only the frustrating eddies in her colon. She didn’t care about that at the moment though. Only the approval of her Mommy mattered.

She rushed at Taiga with her arms outstretched toward her. She wrapped the teacher in a tight hug, pressing the side of her face into Taiga’s breast affectionately. She nuzzled her chest, showing as much love as she could to her master.

“I’m so glad you’re safe mommy, I worried that nasty archer was going to hurt you with his arrow and I’d lose you! What would I do without my Mommy?”

Taiga jumped back, pointing an accusing finger toward her tender new friend. “Now hold on!” she said proudly, placing her hand on her chest and turning her gaze away. The flat palm turned to a clutching fist as Taiga struggled with what she’d just heard. “Do I really look old enough to have a daughter that old?” she asked in a hushed voice.

Taiga turned her attention back to the woman in black and gold who’d called her mommy. “Listen here young lady, I’m only 24! There’s no way I can be your mommy.”

Kiyohime laughed, bringing her baggy sleeve up to her mouth. “As expected of my fated mommy, you’re very funny.” She pointed to the marking on Taiga’s hand, the one that inexplicably appeared a few days ago. “That’s what makes you my mommy, Mommy. You picked up the book and summoned me, now we’re bound: Cryer and Mommy, Servant and Master—a duo meant to compete in the Holy Grail war!

Taiga looked at the red markings on her hand that formed a rough bell shape. Flexing her hand curiously.

“Huh,” she exclaimed, licking her hand and rubbing at one with her thumb as though she was trying to remove it, “I thought Shirou had played a prank on me or something, I swore I saw something similar on his hand. I assumed it was a fad game going around."

Taiga looked up from the red markings on her hand back to the curious figure. Eyes sparkling, that innocent smile—her gaze overflowed with what could only be endless adoration.That look of love didn't really make everything she'd just said more palatable to the teacher however. “What was that about a war? Servant and Master? It doesn’t make any sense!”

A long moment of silence held in the air between the two with the teacher still processing the information. Seconds quickly turned into minutes while Taiga worked out the situation she’d been thrown into. All the while, through her rapid hand motions and frantic thoughts, the servant waited patiently for her response.

Kiyohime stood patiently with a smile on her face for a moment, however, the longer she waited for Taiga to respond her stomach twisted and churned more. It was growing increasingly uncomfortable and her face was falling, quickly losing the entranced smile she’d put on for her master.

“—And if it’s a war does that mean I’m a soldier? I didn’t sign up to join the army! How am I going to figh—” the teacher’s whirlwind of thoughts halted the moment she saw Kiyohime’s face. She wasn’t sure when the grimace had overtaken that precious smile, but she was filled with a profound sadness upon seeing the expression.

This wasn’t just a stranger standing in front of Taiga anymore: this was someone who cared for her deeply and had done her best to defend her. This woman needed reassurance and love. Yes, more than anything, she needed a hug.

There wasn’t thought, apprehension, or discomfort as Taiga approached the young woman. The gentle caress of her arms pulled Kiyohime close, embracing her in an attempt to soothe away the pain.

The servant practically melted into Taiga’s arms, throwing her loose sleeves around the teacher and returning her embrace. She nestled into the green and white striped shirt, quickly dampening it with her tears within seconds.

Through the incoherent blubbering Taiga picked out a few words, “so worried” “hurt Mommy” “keep her safe”—it was all practically nonsense to her but that didn’t matter right now. She brought her hand up from Kiyohime’s back, pressing it to the top of her head.

Her years as a teacher had taught her how to deal with such an outburst. She smoothed down the top of the woman’s long hair, lifting her hand at the end of every stroke to gently bring it back down onto the top of her head again. “It’s okay sweetheart,” Taiga reassured, “you did a good job.”

It was as if magic had been involved for Taiga to understand exactly what was needed to placate her servant. It could have just been the dutiful drive of a teacher calming someone so petulant, but that didn't feel right to her—something deeper was driving that response. She could feel the connection between the two of them.

Those words and that motion were all Kiyohime needed. She had been too scared to tell her mommy about her condition for fear of dragging her any further into the war, but it seems they really were fated to be together. Her eyes sparkled giddily before opening wide as an intense feeling of relief spread throughout her body. In one euphoric swoop, a euphoric rush washed away the pain of constipation from her gut. She didn’t let go of Taiga, actually barely holding back her strength enough to not harm her as she dropped her knees a little, squatting into a more comfortable position to release the load her rage had created before.

An expression of confusion crossed the teacher’s face for a moment, only managing a bewildered “Wha—?” before a loud fart blasted through the night air and cut her off. The abnormally loud sound was quickly followed by a series of lascivious squelching noises that normally would have caused her to cringe.

Much to her surprise, however, she only felt a natural desire to continue petting this poor girl’s head while she relieved herself. Taiga didn’t need to judge or worry about her, simply supporting her in her moment of need. Kiyohime would protect her in exchange for love. It was an unspoken pact and something she suddenly felt very deeply.

While Taiga awakened to her hidden feelings, Kiyohime was lost in the sensations stemming from her infantile use of her pampers. With her head buried in Taiga’s chest she softly cried out, “Mommy!~” after every few grunts, the only thing keeping her grounded amidst the pleasure and embarrassment of her accident. The tears in her eyes continued, spurred on by the mixed feelings of relief and pain.

The rumbling cramping of her stomach had finally become a means to an end: pushing the stinky gunk into the back of her diaper. The garment served its purpose, diligently catching her release as it sagged down with the added mass and stretched from the bulk of her accident to make room for more. The servant grunted and groaned with each wave of mush that piled into the back of her padding, reveling in the relief presented to her within Mommy’s embrace.

While still filling her pants she looked up to Taiga who smiled reassuringly back down to her. Pure bliss filled the prideful princess as she pushed another wave into her pampers. She was unbothered by the rapidly filling space in her diaper. This moment was too perfect for her and no part of her would have it any other way—not even for a clean diaper.

“I can’t believe I waited so long to reveal myself,” she thought, “I have the kindest Mommy Master a servant can ask for!”

It was almost a similar sentiment from Taiga, whose adoration of Kiyohime was growing more and more by the moment. “What a brave young woman to leap out and protect me like that despite her… admittedly adorable issue.” Any unresolved questions were left to the wayside while she held the still-squatting, still-messing young woman who gripped her tightly.

The headpats continued up until the servant’s grunting turned into panting and the squelching release into the seat of her pants petered out. All that remained was the rising stink of her accident and the hefty weight dragging down the cloth padding.

Taiga looked down the padded princess’s back, noticing the now distorted printed bell shapes on the fabric of her padding stretched to its limits. “Only that seems right,” Taiga thought to herself, attempting to pull away from the servant, “of course she needs diapers, she’s so cute in them!”

Kiyohime pulled her closer, not releasing her grip. In fact, she straightened up, bringing her body closer to Taiga’s. “Not yet, Mommy...” Kiyohime sighed. Taiga complied, squeezing the servant. Answers would have to come later, for now, they each wanted to hug.