This story was written as my half of an art trade with the lovely @MAEesthetic on twitter. Constructive criticism is encouraged. Enjoy~

Iris gulped looking at the large half-timbered house towering in front of her. Its size was only second to the Inn across the town square and the adventurers guild a couple houses to its left. A silver plated sign above its doors read “Dungeon Rescue Corps” in bold silvery letters. Why did she feel so anxious all the sudden? This was the moment she had been waiting for all those years. Ever since that fateful day it had been the white haired Drow’s dream to join the DRC, to become a dungeon diver, as adventurers often called them. All the excitement she had felt as she left her small village heading for the next big town had been replaced by a gnawing feeling of dread. Her legs were trembling puffing out the diaper she was wearing beneath her pants making it even more noticeable.

“What if they won’t accept my application? Oh god I left everything behind for this, what would my elders think if I come back to the village empty handed now? What would my parents think?! What would- “

She shook her head viciously dispelling the anxious thoughts.

“No Iris, you got this! I are gonna go in there and show them what this Drow’s got to offer!”

Firing herself up she took one last deep breath, put on a stern expression, stepped forward, and pushed the heavy wooden door open. The room behind it was surprisingly small. It was more of a hallway than a proper room. To her left there was a counter with a bored looking fox demi human, wearing a loose robe sitting behind it. To her right four chairs were lined up along the wall with a low table in front of them. Iris stepped up to the counter waiting for the receptionist to greet her. The demi human however paid her no mind instead fidgeting with a pair of wooden clackers. After a moment of awkward silence and iris clearing her throat several times in an attempt to get the foxes attention, she noticed the bell sitting on the counter between her and the receptionist. Cautiously she extended her hand towards it. It felt rude to ring the bell when the receptionist was sitting right in front of her.

“On the other hands it’s also not exactly nice to just ignore a client like that…”

DING DING

The receptionist ears perked up in response to the sound. With their focus disturbed they missed a swing of their clackers causing them to twist up instead. They looked up at Iris, the annoyance written all over their face. As the fox shifted in their seat iris heard the distinct mushy crinkling of a wet diaper coming from beneath their robes

“Damnit you made me miss my swing. I was about to reach a new record! What do you want?”

Their harsh tone made Iris flinch a little before she could stammer out an answer.

“Uh- Uhm… S-sorry? It’s just… I’m here for a j-job interview.”

The foxes eyes narrowed as they mustered the Drow in front of them.

“Hmmm, so you’re Iris… jeez where’s the letter now…”

They ruffled through a couple drawers before finally producing a tattered letter.

“Iris Diluan? Hmmm… well you certainly look like a Drow to me at least. Let’s see what else we got here… Lavender eyes… mhm… small stature… well you are certainly no halfling but I guess this checks out… silver hair… I’d say it’s platinum but whatever…”

The receptionist glance switched back and forth between the letter and Iris.

“Alright, looks like you are who you claim to be. The captain is in her office on the second floor just go through the main hall and up the stairs its right at the top of them. Now if you’ll excuse me...”

They shoved the letter back into the drawer before returning their attention to their clackers.

“Uh… Ok… thank you… I guess?”

The Kitsune was already back to being entranced by their clackers and didn’t respond. Iris sighed before moving to the main halls like the demi human had told her. The hall was gigantic in comparison to the craped reception. A large wooden staircase stood in the middle leading up to a catwalk connecting the rooms of the second floor. To its left the room gave way to a packed library nestled beneath the far end of the catwalk as well as a large round table with a crystal pyramid mounted in its middle at the near end. The right side housed a small armory underneath the catwalk as well as a sparing circle that was fenced off by a curtain of chain mail.

As Iris reached the top of the stairs she could feel the anxiety well up within her again. Before it could however paralyze her again she had already knocked on the door.

“Come in its open!”

Rang a voice from the other side. Iris gulped one last time before reaching for the door handle. The air in the captains room was musty, bookshelves overflowing with scrolls, tomes, and maps lining the walls. In front of a small window, allowing just barely enough light into the room, stood a large wooden desk. Behind it sat the captain of the DRC, a green skinned orc woman sporting dreadlocks tied into a ponytail and a set of piercing blue eyes. Even sitting Iris could tell that the orc was significantly taller than her.

“Ah, you must be the new recruit. Miss Diluan was it? Or would you prefer me to call you by your first name?”

Her voice was surprisingly soft for that of an orc even if it still had that characteristic gruffness to it.

“Oh no, I-its fine you can just call me Iris miss… uhm…”

“Ah don’t worry too much about the formalities, we like to maintain a familiar atmosphere around here so you can just call me Gara. It’s a pleasure to meet you Iris.”

“T-the pleasure i-is all mine”

Gara pointed to a small wooden chair in front of her desk.

“Please, have a seat”

Iris let herself down on the chair. She could feel her heart beating in her chest.

“So… You wanna join the Dungeon Rescue Corps huh? I gotta say that’s interesting, normally people your age tend to gravitate more towards becoming adventurers. You know more gold n’ glory in it. What made you choose to apply here instead?”

“Oh… umm… Well, that’s kind of a long story…”

“I don’t mind, we got time.”

The orc leaned forward, resting her head on her hands, and gave Iris a curious look.

“A-alright so… Back in my home village I had this friend, his name was Relonor, we would play together almost every day when we were children. He wanted to be an adventurer when he grew up like almost every child in the village. One day while we were playing he wanted to take me on, in his words, “an adventure”. He had found a small cave close to our village that was connected to an old dungeon. To make a long story short, we ended up getting chased around by monsters and fell right into a pitfall trap. We were lucky that there were no spikes at the bottom but we were still stuck.

She let out an awkward laugh.

“We tried to get out of that hole for hours, crying for help at the top of our lungs. Eventually exhaustion took its toll and we feel unconscious. When I came back too I was being carried by a dragon demi human while my friend had been hoisted over a dwarfs shoulder. They brought us back to the village where our parents were already anxiously awaiting their return. That was how I learned of the Dungeon Rescue Corps. I have wanted to join them ever since.”

For a moment the room fell into an awkward silence as Iris concluded her story.

“Haha! That’s the kind of origin story I like to hear! Someone who is in it with their heart and soul!”

The orc suddenly shouts out before composing herself again.

“Ahem Anyways you wrote in your letter that you were a priestess with a focus on dispelling and restorative magic right?”

“Y-yes! My parents were both priests of the churches order, I learned most of what I know today from them.”

The captain nods in satisfaction.

“Good good, we were looking for something with this particular skillset ever since our last priest well…”

A wry smile appears on Gara’s face.

“Oh… I am so sorry to hear that. Losing a party member… it‘s never easy.”

The captains smile shifted from pained to awkward.

“Oh no no, they are still alive and well, it’s just… I think it would be easiest to just show you...”

The orc took one of her gloves from the table and slid it on before reaching into the bottom drawer of her desk producing a small plush toy, setting it down on the table in front of Iris. The toy had the appearance of a male satyr with luscious brown hair wearing a set of priest robes.

“Uhm… is.. is that a plush toy? I am not sure what you are trying to tell me with that. What happened to the last priest that worked with the your branch of the DRC?”

“This is our late priest, a couple missions ago we had to bust a bunch of adventurers out of a Fae pocket dimension. I am sure you know what kind of stuff the Fae’s can get up to with their victims. Well… this one seemingly had a thing for turns its victims into plush toys. At first everything went fine, being of Fae lineage himself meant he was familiar with the layouts and designs of Fae dungeons. Eventually we found the lost adventurers that had already been turned into plushies. Our priest was able to dispel the Fae curse but got hit by it himself when we had to evacuate the dungeon. So far we haven’t been able to reverse it for him.”

“I see…”

Looking at the plush in front of her Iris felt an odd temptation to touch it. Slowly almost instinctively she raised her hand towards the stuffed toy. The captain however quickly grabbed the plush by its head and shoved it back into the drawer.

“Woah easy there! The curse on this thing is touch transferable. Why do you think I put on this glove before taking it out?”

Iris snapped out of her stupor blushing profusely.

“I-I-I SO SORRY! I don’t know what came over me there… It almost felt as if that plush was calling out to me…”

“Well elves are Fae descendants too right? Maybe that had something to do with it.”

“Ye-yeah that could b-be the reason I suppose...”

“Anyways, I don’t want to drag out this interview and you seem like a good fit to our team so far. Now for your last test I got some curse items here that I would like you to dispel…

The captain was interrupted by the crystal pendant on her desk pulsing with light.

“Uhm.. Is that important?”

The Orc had already diverted her attention to the pendant, keeping her eyes on it as she spoke.

“Kinda, normally all adventurer distress calls go through our receptionist first before they are then relayed to available divers. However… Let’s just say there are two adventurers that got in trouble so often I might have ended up given them their own personal rescue beacon at some point.”

“Oh… I assume that would be them then?”

The captain nodded as she stood up.

“Eyup looks like they have gotten themselves stuck in a trick dungeon. You know, those derelict Fae dungeons are full of weird traps and such…”

She paused for a moment.

“You know this might actually be the perfect opportunity for you to show off your skills. COME!”

She motioned Iris to follow her.

“Y-yes M-miss… I mean captain Gara!”

The two walked down the stairs and took the door wedged in between the armory and sparing ring. The room behind it was cramped filled to the brim with tools, gears, and scrap metal. In the middle of it stood a giant metal doll on a pedestal adorned countless cables and pipes. The doll had a humanoid face with two pitch black eye sockets and a small outward facing dent that Iris assumed was meant to be its nose. The dolls scalp was covered in thick black cables and hoses resembling dreadlocks. Its stature was slim yet wiry, important parts of the body covered by shiny embellished metal plates while others were covered with lacquered wood. A faint blue glow was visible beneath her chest plate.

“Ahem… EINHEIT ZER-35! STARTPROTOKOL AUSFÜHREN!” (UNIT ZER-35! INITIATE BOOT PROTOCOL)

Iris jumped a little upon hearing the captain scream at the top of her lungs.

“I swear if there is another loud noise in the next few seconds I will pee myself.”

She thought just moments before her eyes met those of the doll, its previously lifeless eyes now 2 pulsing blue ovals. Iris could feel the warmth of hot urine spreading through the front of her fluffy padding. The hissing was audible and the deep blush in her face unmissable. Captain Gara gave a sheepish smile as she looked over to the Elf besides her.

“Hehe… Sorry bout that. Bad habit of mine, I always start shouting when I give order. You certainly wouldn’t be the first one to have that happen to you.”

Meanwhile before them the glow from the ZER-35’s eyes had traveled throughout the entirely of their body leaving glowing pathways int its wake. One after another its hinges and gears began moving and calibrating themselves. Moments later the doll had stepped off its pedestal and was now standing in front of the two women.

“Bestätigt… Kapitän… Gara! Startprotokol abgeschlossen. Einheit ZER-35 einsatzbereit!”

A voice of ambiguous gender rang out of the doll. Iris could however only understand fragments of the machines sentence. She wasn’t even able to make out what language the rest of it had been spoken in.

“U-uhm… E-excuse me…?”

The orc recognized Irises confusion and began to explain.

“Don’t worry it also speaks common. The ancient language is just part of its code and protocols”

“That is correct, it is nice to meet you Kapitän Gara. May I ask who your companion is?

“Oh yeah! Zeres this is Iris, she is our new recruit. Iris this is Zeres. A destroyer class Warforged I came across in my last days as adventurer. Apparently she is the last remnant of an “ancient civilization”. Well currently she is a member of the DRC and my personal steed.

“It is nice to meet you Frau Diluan.”

The doll extended its mechanic hand toward Iris.

“It’s nice to meet you too Zeres… Hold on… Captain Gara did you just say steed?”

“Yup, watch this! EINHEIT ZER-35! FORMWECHSEL PROTOKOL AUSFÜHREN!”

“Affirmativ Formwechsel wird ausgeführt!”

The doll responded as its plating began to shift, allowing small glimpses into the inner workings of it. A complicated web or wires and tubes rapidly reorganizing themselves. First forming a chassis and then a set of wheels for the main body to rest upon. The result looked like someone had taken the body of a horse and put it on wagon wheels to Iris.

“Formwechsel Protokol abgeschlossen. Einheit ZER-35 einsatzbereit.”

Iris was at a loss for words, she had read about the Warforged race during her studies but she had never seen one in person, even less one that could also transform into a steed.

“I… This… I have never seen something like this…

The captain smiled at her companions awestruck expression. Without hesitation she swung herself onto ZER-35’s back causing the waistband of her diaper too peek out of her pants. With a pat of the remaining portion of the seat she motioned the priestess to join her.

“Hop on! We got a job to do.”

Iris froze for a moment contemplating the situation. She could feel the heft of her by now soaked diaper on her hips. Sitting down in it, and particularly directly on it put her at a massive risk for things to turn out awkward. Especially since she would be hugging up to her, admittedly quite attractively, superior. Feeling her puffy padding against her own. Iris violently shook her head, pulling her mind out of the gutter.

“O-oh… Y-yes Captain Gara!”

Reluctantly the Elf stepped closer and heaved herself onto ZER-35’s back. She let out a small yelp as her wet diapers pressed against the machine.

“Hang on tight, the ride might get a little bumpy.”

The priestess gulped before slowly wrapping her arms around the orcs abdomen. She could feel the warmth of the Orcs skin through her clothes. As she pulled herself closer her nose picked up a faint smell of cedar resin coming from them as well. The captains abdomen felt just as defined and firm as the rest of her body.

“Ready?”

“R-Ready…”

“You heard them Zeres, lets show the newbie how we ride around here.”

“Affirmativ Kapitän Gara. Would you like me to engage navigation for this ride?”

“Nah, I know the way. Those two chaos magnets got themselves stuck in that trick dungeon again. At this point it almost seems like they are doing it on purpose.”

“The frequency of rescue calls from these particular adventurers is enigmatic to me as well Kapitän Gara.”

“Eh, doesn’t really matter. In the end, they are adventurers, they need to be rescued, this is what we do.”

“That is correct Kapitän, would you like me to open the hanger doors now?”

“Yeah I think it’s about time we get a move on. Open em up.”

“Understood. Opening hanger doors.”

Iris could feel Zeres vibrate beneath her as the machine let out a might roar. Light poured in through the now open doors of the shed as a light breeze blew past the group. For a moment everything felt tranquil as if there was only the three of them in the world. Then Iris felt a tug like she had never felt before. Her grip against the captain immediately jumped from a light hug to holding on for dear life as Zeres dashed forward with speeds wholly unknown to the young Elf. Had she not already peed herself minutes prior, she would have done so right now. The scenery became a blur dashing past Irises eyes. The wind whipped past them disheveling her hair. The vibrations of the machine below her reassuring and frightening at the same time.

“OH YEEEEAAAAH BABY WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!”

Meanwhile captain Gara seemed to be enjoying herself to the fullest, making no secret out of her love for the adrenaline rush the sharp turns and high speeds were giving her. Within second the scenery had changed from the blurry outlines of houses and people to that of the sprawling flatlands surrounding the town. Sporadic trees passed by every few seconds and even the far off mountains weren’t completely stationary. No minute later the scenery changed again, trees and bushes dashing past the party, however not as fast as the scenery had before. The vibration of Zeres engine subsiding confirmed it. The ground bellow them began to move slower and slower until they came to a halt next to a cave entrance adorned by dilapidated stone pillars

“Alright this is it, there’s the entrance to the dungeon.”

Despite Iris still clinging to the captains abdomen as if her life depended on it, the orc effortlessly swung herself off their ride pulling her along. The dark Elf legs were too shaky to support her body let alone after being flung off her seat so she simply sank to the ground as her arms started to give out as well.

“Pretty intense experience huh? You should have seen Masaki after their first ride on Zeres. You know the fox; you probably met them at the reception. They threw up all over Zer and me after we took ‘em for their first ride. The smell clang to us for days after that.”

Gara grabbed the dazed priest by the shoulders, lifting her back to her wobbly feet.

“In the aftermath of that incident Kapitän Gara, Master Masaki, and Unit ZER-35 came to a unanimous agreement to never let master Masaki travel on Unit ZER-35 again.”

The Warforged added.

“Oh yeah it was bad. You’d think spending the majority of your life in the eastern swamplands would make you pretty resistant to harsh odors. It’s safe to say I was proven wrong that day.”

The talk of vomiting only served to worsen Irises own nausea, her face taking on a mild green tint as she weakly leaned against her staff. Noticing the looming repeat disaster Gara quickly shifted the conversation.

“Ahem A-anyways Einheit ZER-35 Formwechsel ausführen. We only got two adventurers to rescue this time so you can stand guard Zeres. Should we need support we will let you know.”

“Affirmative Kapitän Gara, would you like me to initiate tether protocols as well”

The machine replied as it morphed back into its humanoid form.

“No that won’t be necessary. We already interrupted your loading cycle, and we'll still need you to carry us back to base... And we'll definitely have to go slower on our way back”

The captain added under her breath.

“Affirmative Kapitän Gara, entering mana saving mode.”

Zeres replied as they sat themselves down next to dungeons entrance, the light in their eyes fading to a faint glimmer. Meanwhile the captain turned her attention back to Iris. The green had not fully receded from her face yet but she did look much less close to vomiting than she had looked moments prior.

“Are ya doing alright rookie?”

The Elf slowly nodded in response, feeling the nausea subside.

“Y-yes I think I will be f-fine”

Gara smiled in response patting the priests back before turning towards the dungeon entrance.

“Alright, let’s go then. Knowing the two adventurers stuck in here they probably will be on one of the higher floors. Those two rarely get far into the dungeons they explore.”

The Elf priestess ran after her captain who was already making her way into the dungeon.

“Sorry, this is all a bit spontaneous so I didn’t bring a lantern for you, us orcs don’t really need them. Just stick close to me for now. Should you get lost I am sure you got a few light spells you can cast till we find each other again.”

“Oh, it’s not really a big problem we elves might not have full Darkvision like orcs but our eyes are still pretty adept to low light environments.”

It was true that while their surroundings were growing noticeably darker with each step the two took Iris could still make out the environment perfectly well, all be it now devoid of colors. The dungeons walls made from once smooth stone bricks were riddled with large and small cracks. The scones lining it in regular intervals were empty safe for shattered fragments of the mana crystals that had once illuminated the halls. The tiled stone floor was covered in a layer of dust and ruble with many of the tiles beneath either cracked or missing leaving small patches of dirt in their place. Moss and roots permeated the cracked causing the air to carry a distinct wet forest smell.

“Careful now rookie. This place might look empty but like most derelict Fae structures these things are full of odd traps. I will never understand the interest our ancestors had messing with mortal beings.”

“W-well from what I have read the old Fae largely constructed them out of sheer boredom, seeking to bring thrill and excitement into their existences by playing elaborate “pranks” on mortals.”

“Boredom huh? I guess I can sorta see that. Still pretty messed up if you think about it. Anyways I think we are already nearing where our two adventurers are stuck.”

The crystal hanging from the orcs neck started pulsing brighter underlining her prediction. And indeed, as the hallway opened up into a small chamber there she was. An Elf just like Iris stuck in the ground with only her torso sticking out. A Lamp was sitting next to her allowing Iris to give her a closer look. She had green eyes, indicative of her being a wood Elf, as well as long blond hair tied into one massive braided ponytail. From what was visible to Iris she was wearing a simple linen dress with a short brown leather vest overtop. Next to her laid a metal boomerang the size of her torso. The edge was riddled with notches and a set or runes had been carved into its side.

“Hi there Ryn! What have we got ourselves stuck in this time? Also, where’s Lyre? Don’t tell me you went without him.”

Ryn gave a weary smile at the captains energetic greeting.

“Hi Gara, it’s just a simple pit fall trap this time but for some reason it’s also keeping me stuck. Lyre already tried to pull me out but not even he could do it.”

“And he just left ya here all by yourself?”

“Well, this dungeon has no monsters, the old ward is still active. So, he went to search for something slippery he could use to make getting out of here easier.”

“Though now that you mention it… he has been gone for a while”

“Do you remember which way he went?”

The wood Elf nodded.

“Yeah he went that way”

She motioned towards a heavy wooden door to their side. It was slightly ajar.

“Hey rookie could you check that out for me while I try and pry our friend out of here? Oh yeah btw Iris meet Ryn, one half of the chaos adventurer duo I told you about. You will be looking for her boyfriend Lyre. He’s a half dragon. Dragon claws for feet and arms, blue scales, white hair, small horns and the like.”

“O-oh nice to meet you Ryn, it’s a pleasure to meet you I am Iris. I promise I will do my best to find your friend.”

Iris gave an awkward smile alongside a little wave. The wood Elf returned a bored smile in return. She didn’t seem like she was in great distress.

“Hehe nice to meet you too Iris, though I’ll have you know Lyre is not just a friend to me. He is my boyfriend.”

Iris continued smiling as a slight blush crept on her face following Ryn’s last remark.

“O-of COURSE! I promise I will find your boyfriend.”

“Was she trying to imply something by stating that the half dragon was her boyfriend?”

Iris banished the thought.

“No time to think about that, I need to focus on finding the other adventurer first.”

“H-he went this way r-right? Ok great I will be off looking for them then!”

Without waiting for an answer Iris made a dash for the door, squeezed through, and pulled it shut behind her.

“Someone sure is easy to fluster.”

Gara chuckled

“Cut the newbie some slack Ryn. Unless you don’t want your sorry ass above ground any time soon”

“Alright alright, just making an observation.”

Behind the door, Iris stood in the dark, her face red with embarrassment.

“Smooth Iris, reeeeeaaaaal smooth”

She shook her head and raised her staff off the ground. The room was much too dark even for her eyes.

“Galad!”

Moments later the tip of the staff began emitting a gentle white glow lighting up the area and the dark Elf. She was standing in another hallway, this one however being much shorter than the previous one. At its end was another door, this one wide open. As Iris stepped closer she noticed that one of the tiles right in front of the door had sunk into the ground slightly.

“Looks like someone set off a trap here.”

She took a long step across the trapped tile positioning herself right underneath the door frame. The light from her staff only partially illuminated the room behind the door. Iris could see a large ornate carpet laying on the floor, dusty dressers and bookshelves to the sides and the foot end of a queen sized bed with a decorated wooden frame across the room.

“I-IS ANYONE THERE?”

Iris called into the darkness. For a moment there was silence, then an annoyed voice sounded out of the dark.

“UGH FINALLY! Servants these days are unbelievable. Leaving royalty like me to wait for hours before they even humor serving us.”

Out of the shadows stepped what Iris assumed to be Lyre, the white hair and blue scales seemed to match the captains description at the very least but something was off about them. The half dragon was wearing a long expensive looking light blue silk dress as well as a silver tiara adorned by azure gemstones. His massive diaper was straining against the dresses fabric. The half dragons mouth had contorted into a pronounced pout, his arms locked in front of their chest.

“Uhh… Are you… Are you Lyre?”

“That’s your Highness to you servant! Unbelievable my servants cannot even properly address their princess”

He turned her back to Iris showing off the back of her diaper made visible by his equally massive tail preventing the dress from properly covering it. It was stained a deep shade of brown and bulging out so much that it had hit the floor. An audible toot indicating that the princess had no intent to stop filling her diapers any time soon.

“This must be the work of that trap, he probably set it off on accident and the curse is now compelling him to stay in this room.”

“Uhm… listen Ly- I mean your highness. You seem to be under the influence of a curse. I am going attempt and lift it from you now, ok?.”

Iris pointed her staff towards the dragon princess, who in response to her words had turned around. Their pouty expression had shifted to a devious smile and despite his eyes being obscured by his hair the priestess could feel his piercing gaze.

“No… I don’t think you will be doing that to your princess.”

Lyre stepped forward. His diaper forcing him to take one step at a time.

“In fact... I think it would be far more befitting of you to join me servant. You should feel honored~”

The princess took another large step towards Iris who in the meantime had started sweating bullets. The incantation to cast “lift curse” would take way too long even at her adversaries slowed pace. But judging from the half dragons behavior the curse was capable of touch transfer meaning that she would be cursed as well once he reached her. She had to think of something and fast. Lyre took another step, leaving only a couple more between him and Iris. He raised his arm making his intent even clearer.

“I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! THINK, THINK!”

In her panic Iris resorted to one of the simplest spells she knew.

“G-GALAD MAXIUMUM!”

The light at the tip of Irises staff unleashed a bright flash, blinding Lyre causing him to stumble back. The sound of a pressure plate being activated followed. Lyre face cycled through expressions of shock, horror which were quickly replaced by pleasure as the curse bound to the trap began to take effect. Lyres diaper bulged out even more forming a small mound as is spilled out from underneath his dress, lifting the dragon off the ground in the process. Iris could clearly see a long sharp bulge forming the front of his dress as well. With the dragons mind lost in a sea of pleasure the curses second effect sprang into action as a light crept from the base of his diaper towards their head leaving solid gold in its wake. Within mere seconds the adventurer had been transformed into a massive golden statue their body and mind frozen in a state of depraved extasy.

“Ha… Ha… Hrnk!”

Iris was breathing heavily clutching her stomach with one hand. She knew what was about to happen. Normally she was perfectly capable of keeping herself from having messy accidents however the sudden mana expense in combination with the stress of today had caused her body to capitulate. Begrudgingly she bent forward pushing her staff into the ground. She could feel the warm mass leave her colon as it was pushed into her already drooping diapers, a noticeable bulge appearing the back as well now.

“Ahn…. Hrnk…. Ahhhhhh~”

The Elf let out a sigh of relief as the last log was pushed into her diapers. The pressure in her gut finally subsiding leaving her basking in the relief for a couple moments. She straightened herself back up a slight blush on her face as she felt the back of her diapers through her bulging pants. She wasn’t given much time to inspect her mess however as a low rumbled followed by a web of cracks appearing beneath the carpet took her attention. She could only stare in horror before the ground collapsed under the weight of the now golden Lyre pulling her into the darkness beneath with them.

When Iris opened her eyes again she was laying on a pile of rubble miraculously unscathed outside of a few bruises and a bit of a headache. Fumbling around in the darkness she eventually found her staff wedged into the mound besides her.

“Galad!”

Its tip lit up yet again allowing the Elf to see her surroundings. The air was dusty but otherwise no different than that of the dungeon. It seemed Lyre and Iris had dropped to a deeper level of the dungeon. The petrified golden half dragon sitting on top of the rubble mound, his head still peeking out into the level above.

“Ugh I need to find a way back to the captain and see how we are gonna get him out of here.”

Looking around the priestess noticed something odd dangling from the ceiling not far from the mound. Upon closer inspection she realized what it was. The lower half of Ryns body was dangling from the ceiling, her diaper having expanded to almost the size of her fiancées. Her legs were twitching as a group of spirit hands were groping and caressing her massive diaper seemingly keeping her just shy of climaxing. They seemed unaware of Irises presence

“I bet those pesky things are the reason we can’t seem to pull her out of that pitfall. I should probably dispel them.”

Iris closed her eyes and pointed her staff at the dangling wood Elf, wisps of mana appeared around her as she focused her mind on the cast.

“Dispel rac!”

A ball of light engulfed both the Elf and the spirit hands orbiting her before slowly shrinking back into nothingness. The spirit hands had vanished only leaving a cloud of dissipating black smoke in their wake.

A couple seconds prior on the top floor

“Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnk…! Ugh… Sorry Ryn you are stuck in there like a rusty bolt.”

“Tell me something I didn’t already know Gara.”

The wood Elf sighed, usually she didn’t mind getting stuck in trick dungeon traps. The majority of their effects were non-lethal, reversible, and excitingly unpredictable. This one however was severely lacking in the latter regard. It was boring. Just her stuck in a hole and nothing else. Or so the Elf had thought up to this point at least. A sudden tingle went to through her body, barely noticeable at first. Then a little stronger. She knew this sensation all too well. Her body began to fidget as the tingle got stronger with each wave. A familiar warmth spread throughout her body turning her cheeks bright pink. Her breaths became slower and heavier.

“Haaaaa… wh-why do I feel so… t-tingly a-ahhhn-all the sudden?”

The waves of concentrated pent up pleasure became stronger and stronger. Ryn could feel them rapidly turning her brain into mush leaving only the need for release in their wake.

“Nnnnnggghhh… C-come on… don’t tea-ahn-tease me like t-that!”

“Uhhhhhh… You alright there Ryn?”

The orcs face was a picture of confusion, completely blindsided by Ryns sudden mood change. Before Ryne could however respond, whatever force had kept her stationary up to this point gave out causing the rest of her body to finally slip through the hole as well.

Back on the lower floor

As soon as the black smoke had dissipated the rest of the Woodelfs body came crashing through the hole in the ceiling. She landed with a muddy squish, absolutely lost in orgasmic ecstasy. That squish had been the last nail that violently pushed Ryn over the point of no return. Her body vibrated, tongue hanging out of her mouth, pupils dilate, her entire being enraptured by pleasure. Iris meanwhile stood by not quite sure what to think.

“I guess she is safe and sound at lea…”

Before she could finish her thought however she heard that by now familiar clicking again. It was followed by a purple mana circle appearing around the immobilized Elf. Irises heart sank, confusion turning into horror as she read the runes lining the mana circle. She tried to ready another dispel cast but it was already too late. Within the blink of an eye every went dark and Iris could feel a warm, soft, reeking mass engulf her body, ripping her off her feet. The sensation was followed by the sound of cracking stone and snapping roots. A few seconds passed; the Drow could hear Ryns muffled moans as they became increasingly deeper. Eventually Iris could feel sunlight hit her back. As she turned herself around prying her body out of the side of Ryns, at this point, mountain sized diaper she was met by the pleasant smell of fresh forest air. What was not so pleasant was how high up in the air she found herself to be. With Ryn at this point having grown to the size of several mountains Iris could clearly see the town the captain and her had come from in the distance.

“OI IRIS! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

The priestess could hear her captains booming voice from above. Looking up she saw the orc standing close next to the leg hole of Ryns diaper clutching onto the plastic.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“Y-YEAH I THINK I AM OK!”

Before Gara could reply Ryn chimed in her voice now much deeper than before.

“Huff… Sorry guys I just had to take care of that”

Iris smiled awkwardly still unable to fully grasp what had transpired today.

“IS THIS HOW RESCUES USUALLY END?”

She shouted towards captain Gara who replied with a chuckle of her own.

“WELCOME TO THE DRC ROOKIE!”