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Eridan Ampora

You are
Eridan Ampora. Aristocrat of the highest blood caliber, toppled by only one
other, and a destiny-decreed Prince of Hope. A suave and charismatic troll,
with a distinct fascination with the wizardly aesthetic, such as yourself is
surely constantly surrounded, admired and, at times, even worshiped by the low
blood plebians that infest this meteor. 

Sadly, it
seems as if the commoners have collectively forgotten their place in the
hierarchy and would rather follow the commands of some nubby-horned loser than
a true leader, tactician and historian, versed in the arts of battle,
deception, subterfuge and marksmanship. 

Even
worse, Feferi, the aforementioned one who stands above you in the hemospectrum,
has full heartedly joined the traitorous ranks in gallivanting around, playing
games and trolling some aliens from the next universe over. 

It
sickens you.

It
sickens you to no end. 

No one
pays any attention to you at all. It’s like you are invisible.

Your
former kismesis Vriska has completely forgotten about you. And your once
moirail, and the one and true matesprit of your thump tortoise, Feferi has no
intentions of ever giving you the time of day, after deciding to abdicate her
duty.

Even when
you try basic communication, it is mostly ignored amongst the inhabitants of
this forsaken rock.

Life is
lonely. It’s lonely and hard and nobody understands. 

Nobody
understands the feeling of being constantly alone and unwanted.

It’s
actually very sad. 

Most days
you are on the verge of a breakdown. Longing for the touch or even attention of
another living being. This goes beyond your ingrained social fear of death by
the hands of the imperial drones. 

You would
do anything to feel somebody beside you. 

Anything.

And as
luck would have it, by some odd miracle, while you are working on your science
wand, pondering over the mysteries of life and death and all that lies in
between and beyond, Feferi happens upon your workshop.

Confused,
but thanking whatever clown god that tool worships, you lift up your goggles
and say

“Hey…”

“)(ey”
she answers with a bright smile.

“Umm…wwhat
can I do you for, Fef?”

“I was
just wondering, )(ow you were doing. It’s been so long since anyone has sean
you.”

Maybe
they would have “sean” you if any of them cared enough to come by. Whatever.
You choose to remain silent, cementing your stoic attitude.

“Aren’t
you lonely, --Eridan?” she asks with a sultry voice.

You don’t
answer. It’s none of her damn business anyway.

“Surrounded
by your mac)(ines and thoug)(ts of omnicide, don’t you ever eel t)(e need for
companions)(ip?”

Holding
back an answers seems much harder this time around, but you still manage it.
You are a strong leader, unmoved by any and all verbal approaches. You take
your time, deciding when and what to say, if you will even say anything at all.
And her fish puns don’t really jive with you all that much at the moment. 

“----Eridan,
do you miss me?”

“Wwhat?
Me? Miss you? That’s a laugh!” you say as you let out a fake laugh. “Wwhy? You
havve something in mind?”

She
giggles, the same way she has always giggled. The way that makes your blood
pumper throb harder and faster. 

“Glub…”
she says with a seductive tone of voice. 

You can’t
be completely sure, but you have the feeling that you just might be blushing.
Usually unfitting for a royal of your stature, but this time around you can
make an exception.

“--------Eridan,
I miss the oceans of Alternia. The warm currents, the flowing creatures, the
beautiful colors, the pressure of the water on my body.”

She sure
has a way of talking about water. It’s actually making you feel all hot and
bothered. Not that you would admit that. Then again, the way she is talking,
really brings back hope in you. 

“I miss
the piss, --Eridan.”

Hold up.

“I miss
the fish piss everywhere. An ocean filled with water and salt and minerals and
fish piss. So muc)( piss. All of the piss. I miss it, -Eridan. I miss the piss.
I miss all the piss. All of it.”

This is
taking a turn you were not prepared for.

“Don’t
you miss the ocean too?”

“Wwell…not
in the same wway-“

“Would
you do me a favor, my Prince of )(ope?”

“Umm…”

“Would
you piss yourself for me?”

This is
not how you expected your day to go. Between genocidal day dreams, theoretical
innovations in the field of practical war crimes, feeling sorry for yourself
and cozy FLARP lore books, being asked to piss yourself by your crush was
probably the last thing you expected.

“I beg
you, -----Eridan! You are the only ot)(er sea-dweller )(ere. You are the
closest t)(ing to fish piss I can get! I’m begging you! I will do any and
everyt)(ing for your if you just do this one t)(ing for me! Please! Oh, please
piss yourself, my prince!”

“A-anythin?”

“Absolutely…anyt)(ing…”

This is
it. You are on the verge of finally getting almost anything you ever wanted.
Enough so that it just might subdue your rage. And all you have to do is simply
piss yourself. 

Just.

Piss.

Yourself.

The more
your think about it, the weirder it sounds.

But then
again, wet pants is a small price to pay for the chance to fulfill every sexual
desire you ever had with girl you love. Right?

Sure, it
sounds a bit weird, but the poor girl is homesick. And it would be the
gentlemanly thing to do in a situation like this. 

Besides,
you go to relieve your liquefied toxicity evacuation gland. You do that all the
time. Only this time around, you have to do it with your pants on. In front of
someone else. You can do it. You’re a tough solider. All you have to do it push
and…

“Oh,
Gog…you reelly did it, didn’t you?”

You are
now soaking wet, drenched in your piss. The way Feferi answered, you have a
distinct feeling that this may not have been your best idea.

“Wwell? I
did wwhat you asked. Can we actually…you know…maybe-“

“Oh, no.
No, no, no.” she says with a shit-eating smirk. “I reelly can’t believe you did
this. What a dork. )(ey, guys! I told you can make )(im do it!”

Your face
flushes purple with embarrassment and the sudden realization of what has just
transpired. Here you are. Standing in the middle of your room with the girl you
like and you just pissed yourself.

“Fef, I-“

“Don’t
“Fef” me. I can’t believe you are such a tool. Are you really that desperate
for sex? What a loser!”

“I-“

“It’s a
bit cute in the most pitiful way possible! You’re like a big baby, doing
anything for attention.”

“I’m not
a baby…” you manage to murmur.

“I don’t
know about t)(at, you sure look like one right now.”

“I..AM
NOT…A BABY!” you yell out.

You’ve
had it! You are just about ready to jump and grab your science wand! To Hell
with this girl and her bullshit humiliation fetish! You are a mighty warlord
and you WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE THIS!

“Is the
poor baby going to cry? I know just w)(at to do 38D. Oh, Aradia!”

The iron
ghost in a can enters the room. You see that behind are standing almost the
entire populace of the asteroid. All of them laughing at your expense. 

“Yes
Feferi?” the robot speaks out with an ethereal, dead voice.

“Would
you please take care of this baby for me? )(e’s acting up a bit.”

“I AM NOT
A BA-WHOAH!”

Aradia
quickly grabs you and pulls down your pants, revealing your troll genitals to
everybody around. Without wasting anytime she puts you on her knee and starts
spanking you furiously, to the excitement and laughter of all to see. 

Each hit
from the metallic hand makes you jump and twitch. He hand being cold doesn’t
make any of this any better. You try to protest, but nothing deters the robot
from her mission.

After
about twenty hits, your spinal crevice is completely sore and purple. Aradia
picks you up and produces and diaper.

“Oh, no!
That thin is not going on me!”

“Please
be reas0nable baby. This is for your own good.”

“I KEEP
TELLIN YOU, I AM NOT A BABY!”

“Be
quiet, baby” Feferi chimes in.

You look
towards the high blood, ready to lose your shit and right at that moment Aradia
turns you upside down, wipes you in mere seconds and puts the diaper on you.

“Aren’t
you just the cutest, little thing?” Feferi wiggles her finger at you. “I can
just eat you up!”

“FUCK
YOU, YOU INSUFFERABLE BITCH!”

“38O”

“Such
language Is not appr0priate baby. Y0u need a time 0ut.”

“I wwant
to see you try, you rusted bucket of bolts!” you scream back at Aradia.

“He is
getting very grumpy.” Feferi says with a sly smile. “You better keep him in
there for a while.”

Aradia
pulls you to the other side of the room. You try to fight her, but there is no
use, as she overpowers you with such ease each time you try to push yourself
off or twist her hand in any sort of way. 

Try as
you might, her plan comes to fruition. She sticks you inside a closet and locks
the door. You start banging and banging, yelling every obscenity you can think
of, but there is no answer. Finally, when your throat is too sore, you stop and
you sit down on the ground. 

Time
passes and there are no signs of anyone planning on letting you out. This can’t
really be happening, can it?

You start
to bash the door and scream once more and there’s nothing. 

You get
hungry. And later on the hunger settles down. It comes back and again it
vanishes.

You don’t
know how much you’ve spent in the closet, but you are sure it has been days
since they put you there. 

Finally,
you can’t take it anymore and you piss yourself again. This time out of pure
necessity. Completely humiliated, hungry and wet, you bash at the door once
more.

“Please!
Let me out! I AM a baby! A big baby, that needs to be fed and changed!
Please!” 

The door
unlocks and Aradia takes you in her arms. She carefully changes your diaper as
the whole crew watches. 

But you
don’t care. You are happy to be out of the closet and out of those wet diapers. 

As you
lay on the table you hear a snap. You look down to find that Aradia has put
some sort of belt on you.

“Wwhat is
this?”

“Its a
chastity belt.”

“Wwhat’s
it for? I havven’t needed one of those till now.”

“Babies
d0n’t have sex so there is n0 reas0 why y0u c0uldnt wear one.”

You want
to say something, but by this point you are too tired and you are ready to play
along with anything. 

Aradia
picks you up and carries you through the crowd.

“Y0uve
been stuck f0r a l0ng time” she says “y0u need s0me exercise.”

She puts
you in a baby bouncer. Strangely enough, it doesn’t feel all that bad. At the
feeling of humiliation is gone.

You jump
in your bouncer and with each jump you feel better about yourself. They can
laugh all they want, but you’ve never felt better. For the first time since you
can remember, you feel happy. 

“You
reelly are the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.” Feferi says as she pinches
your cheek, to which you just smile and make an indistinguishable sound.

“Time f0r
dinner little Eridan” Aradia says as she pulls you out of the bouncer.

She rocks
you back and forth and gives you a bottle with milk. Since you are a big enough
boy, you hold it with both hands, as your eyes close and the laughter around
you subdues.

Aradia’s
last words echo in your head as you completely fall asleep.

“Y0u
really are a preci0us little thing”