[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
[Happy 2026! I hope you enjoyed your holidays! I definitely enjoyed mine, because I was able to spend some of them writing our first story of the year! This was originally meant to be a short story based on a prompt from Z.K. Fae, but, well, as you'll be finding out soon, there's nothing short about it. What can I say, this one really grabbed me by the masks! The kinky stuff is a bit backloaded in this one, taking place mostly in the final third of the story, but we're going to be uploading chapters at a pretty fast pace here, so we'll get to that pretty quickly. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy getting to know these characters until the padded stuff starts coming out!
As always, if you have a suggestion for a short story of your own, feel free to check out the short story post on Bluesky! I didn't post as much as I wanted in 2025, but I'm looking to get a lot more stories written and posted in 2026. Please look forward to it!]
‘I really picked a beautiful night for this.’
That’s what occurs to you as you admire the atmosphere around you. A full moon is hanging up above. There’s a breeze rolling through, cooling the warm summer night just enough that your cloak and your gear don’t feel too heavy on your shoulders. What’s even nicer than the weather is the view, you’ve always loved the view this tower has. The castle courtyard to one side and a sparkling lake just outside the walls, to the other side. It really is picturesque. You’ve seen it many times before, of course, but tonight….you don’t know why. You just can’t help but take an extra moment to admire it. You really wish you could just take moments like this and put them in your pocket.
Well. Enough waxing poetic.
You grip the rope currently tied to your waist to steady yourself, then continue scaling down the tower wall until you’re next to a window. Then, with your free hand, you grab a pick and start jimmying the window’s lock. The lock comes undone quickly and you lightly reach over to pull open the window - you almost climb right inside, but you stop for a second and thoughtfully rub your chin. You casually lean back and plant your feet on the wall of the tower, then you undo one of your boots. You take the boot and toss it through the now open window. You hear a splash from below. You can’t see quite that far in the dark, but you’re pretty sure your boot is now heading for the bottom of the lake.
She really doesn’t think much of you, does she? If you were the easily offended type, this would really strike at you.
You produce a switchblade and a small pouch, taking a pinch of glowing blue dust from the latter and sprinkling it over the former. The now enchanted knife easily cuts through the teleportation charm that had been woven into the window. Or, rather, the gap of space that existed between the inside and outside once the window was open. You blow the dust off of your blade, sending it and the charm off on the wind, then clamber inside.
No surprises once you’re inside. A gigantic four-poster bed in one corner with the canopy currently drawn around its sleeping occupant. A bookshelf with a variety of dusty old tomes on the wall opposite the bed. A desk with yet more books and notes strewn about it. A vanity before a mirror with a myriad of make-ups, perfumes and busts wearing all kinds of jewelry. You spare the bed half a glance to make sure the occupant isn’t moving behind that canopy. Once you’re satisfied, you slide a small half-mask over the bottom of your face, covering your nose and mouth. You take in a deep breath and hold it, then you walk towards the vanity. You snag a necklace off of a bust, then start opening everything that opens. You find rings, earrings, brooches, which you grab at random. Your steps and movements make no noise. The jingle of the jewelry as it leaves its drawers and boxes and the clatter as it all drops into your sack never comes. A moment later and you’ve taken half of the glittering baubles here and made them your own.
Your hand grabs a tiara off of a bust, but you pause for a second. You glance at the mirror, seeing the silver tiara, diamonds embedded in its front and your own cloaked figure and the gloves hands holding it. You glance back at the bed and its sleeping occupant. You roll your eyes and toss the tiara back on the desk where it silently jumps up and down a bit before settling. You walk away from the vanity. You don’t consider snatching any of the cosmetics (too likely to break in transit and get all over the jewels, not to mention your good satchel) or the books (can be valuable, but such a pain in the ass to find the right buyer for this dusty-ass tome or that one. Also, really heavy). So there’s not much of value left here for you after raiding the vanity.
…but before you head back out the window, you can’t help but pause as you see something on the other side of the room, an armoire, taller than yourself. It’s closed, but there’s a dress hanging on the front of it - clothes already picked for tomorrow, presumably. You’re really only interested in the shiny stuff, but…clothes can be valuable too. Made of precious fabrics, woven into something particular, bespoke, for only one person. You have to find the right buyer, but. Expensive people like expensive things, so there’s always a market for fancy clothes. They’re also a lot lighter than books. You walk over to the armoire and look over the dress, trying to assess its value just from sight, at first.
You take the dress in your hand and take a closer look, just trying to figure out its condition, how much you can sell it for. Your eyes fall to the sleeves. You run your thumb over the pink fabric, down to the white lace at the edge of the sleeve.
It takes a moment for you to realize you’ve been staring.
You also realize that in the moment since you’ve become staring, someone has gotten behind you. You bite the inside of your cheek, inwardly cursing yourself for not keeping your wits about you. Your hand reaches down to your belt. You release the breath you’d been holding. Sound comes from your feet as you move and your hand as you grip your weapon tightly.
You spin around in one motion, bringing up your club, ready to drop it on the head of whoever snuck up on you. Then…you let out a huff and your arm falls to your side. You roll your eyes and start to walk away.
“…did I startle you?”
The young woman, a cup of tea in one hand, a candle in the other, large spectacles over her eyes, dressed in a flowing nightgown, gives you a look as you walk away from her. You move over to the bed and throw the canopy open. When you came in, you thought you saw someone asleep in the bed. Upon further inspection, you are prepared to conclude that it is, in fact, a broom and a watermelon dressed in a nightgown.
“Cute,” you growl at the young woman.
“I do like to try and keep you on your toes,” she says, a mischievous smile curling onto her face as she sets the tea and the candle on her desk.
“So you’re settin’ traps for me, now?” You ask.
“If I was setting traps, I wouldn’t have used a watermelon.” She takes a book off of her bookshelf and sits down at her desk. “I’d have put a guard in there. And they would’ve given you such a beating by now.” She takes a sip of her tea. Her back is to you. You’re positive she knows you have half of her jewelry in your satchel, especially now that the sound is back and it’s bouncing around noisily in there. She’s nonetheless nonchalant at your presence.
“Shyeah. You just wanted to spare your guard the beating,” you say dismissively. You’re already inching towards the window. She’s sitting at the desk with her back to you, no interest in apprehending you or notifying anyone of your presence, but you don’t want to push your luck.
“That must be why,” she says, barely paying attention as she pores over her book. She glances at the dress hanging on her armoire, then finally half-turns her head to half-look at you. “Do you like it?” You stop halfway through the window when you realize what she’s asking.
“What?”
“The dress. Do you like it?” She asks again.
“Why would I have an opinion on--”
“Mother and Father are having a ball for the Summer Solstice. Mother had it made for me.” She stands up and walks over to the dress, picking it up and holding it over herself. “She says the color represents the long sunset. I told her in that case, shouldn’t it be more of a dusky orange, but she thinks pink brings out my hair better.” She absentmindedly runs a hand through her curly blond hair as she looks it over. She then looks at you. “What do you think. Does this color bring out my hair?”
“I have absolutely no bloody idea,” you growl. You’re not sure why she’s asking you for fashion tips. You’re even more not sure why you’re standing here listening to her ask you for fashion tips.
“Mmn.” She seems unbothered by your non-answer and hangs the dress back up. “Personally, I’ve always thought pink goes better with black hair. Insofar as I’ve spent much mental energy on color coordination to begin with.” She goes back to her desk. “I’ve spent much more of my time on this, lately.” As much as you want to escape before somebody walks by and hears this conversation and as much as you do not care about the finer points of proper attire for Solstice Balls, you hesitate again to leave.
“….on what?” You ask. You don’t step away from the window, but you do lean back in the direction of the princess and her desk, just a bit. Again, she half-looks back at you and again, you catch that mischievous little smile. She knows she’s piqued your interest.
“I’ve just been researching something. A little piece of history that once belonged to another kingdom. It went unseen for so long that some academics consider it to be a…priceless treasure.”
She paused for a second before letting those last two words hang in the air. This is the most obvious bait of all time…
“What kinda treasure?”
…and she’s got your hooked, good. Dammit. Now that she knows she’s got you, she picks up some things off the desk and practically skips over to you, her smile only getting bigger.
“It’s a magical artifact from an old kingdom,” she explains, her eyes lighting up. She points at her book, then at some pictures she’s sketched in her own notes. “It was made by an old royal family, the head of which was a great spellcaster. The old research says it allowed the user to change themselves in whatever way they wished.”
“That’s it?” You ask, feeling oddly disappointed. “Shapeshifting is expensive, but it ain’t legendary. Lotsa spellcasters can do that.”
“That’s the thing. It’s not just shapeshifting.” She flips through the book. Even if the book was in any language you could read, she would be going too fast and too excitedly for you to read any of it. “The artifact wouldn’t just change you, it would change the world around you. Whatever changes you made for yourself, everybody around you would perceive them to be true.” Now you’ve gone from disappointed to confused.
“That’s…impossible. So I could just tell someone-”
“You could decide that you’re the princess that lives in this castle and this bedchamber belongs to you.” She gestures to the room around you. “If one of my guards walked in, they would believe it.”
“…but you’re the princess, and this is your chamber,” you point out. “What would happen to you, would they suddenly think you were the one robbin’ the place?” You ask. You have to admit, that would be pretty funny.
“Hm. It doesn’t say anything about swapping your old identity on to someone else,” she murmurs, looking at the book. “I suppose they would think both of us are the princess. I wonder how they would rationalize there only being one bed…” You fight the urge to roll your eyes again as you glance at her monstrosity of a bed, which could easily fit five people comfortably, muchless two.
“Alright, well, when you figure it out, you write it all down and I’ll be sure to read it the next time I stop by,” you say.
“You’re really not interested at all?” The princess asks, tilting her head. “The ability to change your whole identity with but a thought.”
“What’m I supposed to be wantin’ to change about my identity?” You ask. She gives you a skeptical look for a moment.
“I suppose I just took it for granted that this,” she gestures to her ransacked vanity with one hand and to your satchel, which holds most of her ransacked vanity, with the other. “Wasn’t what you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing. Is plundering baubles really the sum of your ambition?”
“Well, y’know, it’s not as exciting as robbing stage coaches, but I waste so much less time pickin’ arrows outta my butt,” you say nonchalantly as you brush your masked chin with the back of your hand. “I’ve thought about movin’ up to robbin’ dragons, but the thing is, they sleep on all their loot. Stuff’s more valuable, but washin’ that dragon stink off takes days.”
“Ah, so it’s a matter of strict personal hygiene standards,” the princess says with a little giggle into her hand. “I understand completely.” She keeps staring at you for a moment. The smile on her face changes a bit. You look away.
“What’re you starin’ at?” you grumble at her.
“Well, unless you get your promotion to Dragon Burgling in the next couple months, I should have it one way or another.” The princess walks over towards her bed and starts shimmying her makeshift dummy out of her nightgown. “So if you change your mind and you’d like to see it on your next visit, just let the watermelon know when you get in.”
“Right,” you grunt, sensing that she’s not going to bring anything up to try and keep you any longer. You’ve half-climbed out the window, when you stop and look back. “I thought you said this thing was lost, what do you mean you’ll have it in a couple weeks?”
“Hm?” The princess looks back as if she’s surprised you’re still there. “Oh. Yes. Well, it had been unseen and unfound for quite a long time, but it was recently rediscovered. I’ve put in a royal petition to the owner to borrow it for research purposes.”
“Right.” Petition. Borrow. Sounded like she was politely telling this person to hand it over or some royal soldiers would show up to throw them a face party where everybody’s knuckles were invited. “Who’s the unlucky shmuck who found it?”
“The Witch Queen,” she says matter-of-factly and you almost fall out of the window right there.
“The Witch Queen has it? And you’re just askin’ her for it?” You ask, unable to keep your laughter out of your voice. She doesn’t seem to notice your incredulity.
“Yes, I think as a fellow academic, she’ll be all too willing to indulge my request,” the princess says. She takes the final sip of her tea and pulls up the covers of her bed so she can get in herself now that it’s been rendered watermelon-free. “She probably wants to see the continued advancement of magical knowledge as much as I do, don’t you think?”
“I think if she writes back at all, you should have someone else open it,” you grunt. “I’m outta here. Good luck, princess.”
She pauses as she gets in bed. She smiles at you.
“Good luck to you, my burglar.” She waves a finger at the window. “Leave the window open, if you would.”
Then she puts out her candle and pulls the canopy back into place. You pause and step out of the window. You stand there in the dark, staring at the canopy for a moment.
You start to reach a hand out towards it. You pull it back. Underneath your half-mask, your teeth grind back and forth. You look at the window. You look back at the room.
Your steps fall lightly on the carpeted floor as you walk over to the armoire. There’s a rustling noise as you jerk the pink dress, custom made for the Solstice Ball, off of its place and shove it into your bag. Nothing comes from the canopy in response except the slight shift of blankets and a contented release of breath.
A few more seconds of shuffling later and you walk back over to the window and climb out. You close it behind you and start climbing back up the tower.
…
A moment later, you climb back down and open the window back up. You let out an annoyed grunt and climb away for real this time.
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