W:AER (ABDL Story) Ch. 1-2

Wakfu: The Automaton Empire’s Reign (ABDL Story)

aka Wakfu: Mecha Madness

 

Note: Anything inside curly brackets are subject to change. For example, {“Suck my dick, motherfucker!” Yugo said.}

 

 

Chapter 1: Hard Time

 

“Hey, bro, you want to play some dice for cogs?” An odd voice said, making Evangelyne wake up. The air was clammy and smelled of bark while the steel bars in front of her glistened in the dim light. “Am… am I where I think I am?” Eva thought. Surveying her surroundings confirmed her fear. Of all the time she lived in the sadida royal palace, she never thought she would find herself in a cramp cell of its dungeon.

 

“Are you kidding? We’re on duty,” another voice replied. While her abdomen still ached from the blow earlier, Eva felt her strength returning to her body. Out of instinct, she tried moving her arms but something was binding her wrists to the wall. She found that, much like her hands, her legs were shackled to the floor as well. She was at least thankful that she was sitting down.

 

“I bet she’s still out.” Two figures looked into the cell. They appeared to be humanoid, but Eva couldn’t quite pin a race to them. With their black bodysuits, she wanted to say they were srams, but their grey armor wasn’t something an assassin would wear. One thing was for sure, they weren’t the green haired sadidas. Looking through the eye slots of their helmets was like gazing into an abyss. It sent a chill all throughout Eva’s body. They were both armed with spears, making them resemble toy soldiers.

 

“Oh, I guess not,” The guard on the right said. “Well, I mean, she ain’t going anywhere. We could still play.”

“Yeah, we could and get our butts dissembled if one of the legates or, even worse, the emperor himself shows up,” The guard on the left said.

“Come on, the chances for the emperor visiting is as probable as me rolling a snake eyes. Speaking of which…” The guard took out a pair of dice and jangled them in his hand. “Come on, you know you want to…”

“What about one of the legates?”

“As probable as me rolling a hard ten.” The guards looked to each other.  The guard on the right crouched, shook the dice, and threw them on to the ground. Curious, the guard on the left gazed down. “Huh, wouldn’t you know… it’s a hard te-“

 

A loud set of footsteps echoed the hallway. “Oh crap, sounds like Tiberius! Quick, look busy!” The crouched guard picked up the dice and immediately stood up. Both guards got back to their spots and stood upright. The guards saluted Tiberius as he stepped into Eva’s view.

 

He was a hulk of a being that towered over the other guards. His outfit looked similar to theirs, but he had a rather stylish grey plume for his helmet and his armor had some rather odd engravings. His overall guise, however, was ruined by the huge indentation in the center of his chest plate. Eva recognized him and, while she was sure he couldn’t see her face in the darkened cell, she scowled at him.

 

“What a pleasant surprise, sir,” The guard greeted. “We’ve been totally guarding the cra and not playing dice. Yes, sir, guarding like a-” Tiberius stared at the guard with his eyeless glare. “I’ll… I’ll be quiet.” Tiberius looked down to Eva.

 

“I see you’re finally awake, little cra,” Tiberius commented. His deep voice made the very air tremble. She didn’t respond. “I trust your accommodations are to your liking.” Eva looked around her cell and her shackles. She gave Tiberius an unpleasant look. “It’s not the royal quarters, sure, but at least it’s roomier than what I gave your boyfriend.”

“Tristepin?” Eva gasped. “Is he-”

“Alive. Just like the rest of your friends,” he replied, folding his arms. “For the time being, of course.”

“If you do anything to them-” Eva said sternly, leaning forward as much as she can.

“You are in no position to make threats, little cra. If it’s not apparent to you, you’re our prisoner now. Your life is at the mercy of my emperor.”

“Emperor? What are you talking about?”

“Oh right, you were in la-la land. All you need to know is that Emperor Machina is now on the throne and Automaton Empire is now in control of the sadida kingdom.”

“The entire kingdom?” Eva said in disbelief. “That’s impossible.”

“It’s very much the truth even if you don’t want to believe it,” Tiberius said. “Now, if there’s nothing else, I have more important things to do than to babysit you.”

 

Eva was too deep in thought to respond. She needed to escape but, with the way she was trussed up, there was no way she could do so without help. Tiberius and the guards were her only ticket out and she had to come up with a good reason for them to let her out. Tiberius turned around and started walking away.

 

“Wait!” Eva cried out. Tiberius stopped and looked to her.

“Yes?” Tiberius said.

“I… um...” Eva said timidly. “I need to go to the bathroom. Would you take me there?”

 

Eva’s cheeks and ears turned red. It sounded a lot less childish in her head. Tiberius continued to stare. Even the two guards peered inside. Eva looked to the floor.

 

“No,” Tiberius answered.

“No?” Eva replied befuddled. “Why not?”

“Because I’m not stupid. I know the second we lower the bars and undo those shackles, you will try to leg it or sneak out of the bathroom.”

“But… but…” Eva said, trying to come up with a response. “But I really… really need to go.”

 

Eva pressed her legs together for effect and even squinted her eyes for good measure. Her cheeks were getting redder.

 

“Wow, it looks like she’s about to burst,” the guard on the right remarked. Tiberius caressed the forehead of his helmet.

“Um, sir, we could use the… um… you know,” the guard on the left opined.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, grunt,” Tiberius replied.

“You know, the…” The guard leaned in closer and whispered to Tiberius.

“Fine, that’ll work. Go get them from lockup.”

 

The guard briskly walked away. Eva couldn’t pick up what he said, so she was utterly baffled. What could the guard possibly be getting? Eventually, he returned and, thanks to the bars, Eva could not see the mysterious item he was holding. Tiberius motioned to the guard to open the cell and took the item from him. The guard held out his free hand, and the top digit of his middle finger folded backwards, revealing a simple key. He stuck the key into frame of the cell and turned his finger, making the cell bars descend into the ground. Light flooded the cell. She could finally see what Tiberius was holding in his firm grip.

 

It was stark white and looked smooth. It also appeared to be fairly thick and, judging by the creases on both its sides, was folded up. Something about it seemed very familiar to Eva. Her eyes widened in shock when she finally realized what it was.

 

“Is that a…” Eva uttered fearfully.

“A diaper, yes,” Tiberius replied. “A nice compromise, I think. You can have your bathroom without leaving your cell.”

“No, no way are you putting that on me!” Eva protested, trying to break free from her restraints.

“Oh, but I will,” he said, drawing closer. He knelt before Eva and set the diaper beside him. His hands pinched a lower section of her bodysuit.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t want you to soil your own outfit…”

 

He made a small hole just below her belly button. He stuck his finger into the hole and then made it bigger until the hole revealed her nether region, hips, and buttocks. Eva’s face was as red as a rose. She didn’t realize how dank the cell was until her bare bottom touched the ground. Tiberius picked up the diaper and unfolded it.

 

Not even bothering to ask her to raise her butt, Tiberius grabbed her thigh and lifted her off the ground. He placed the diaper underneath her and lowered her onto it. While the diaper seemed to be made of a material that Eva had never seen before, it felt very soft and cushy against her skin. {Tiberius brought the front of the diaper to her stomach, finally recovering her privates.  While holding onto the front, he reached behind Eva, grabbed the right wing of the backside, and brought it to the front. He then rubbed a big, thin grey strip onto an unusually smooth and shiny section of the diaper, fastening the wing to it. He does the same thing to the other side of the diaper.}

 

“Does it fit?” Tiberius asked out of courtesy. Eva looked down to her new undergarments. Although it did fit well and the padding was very comfy, she wouldn’t admit it. With her face still red, she looked to her side to avoid eye contact with Tiberius. “I’ll take that as a yes. I trust you will be a good baby girl from now on,” he said. He clutched Eva’s chin and turned it toward him, so their eyes would meet. “Who knows? I might feel generous and let you see your proud hero one more time. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

 

She didn’t reply. Tiberius let go of Eva, stood up, and exited the cell. He signaled to the guard as he left. The guard turned his hand, closing the cell once more and returning Eva to the lonesome dark. Her diaper crinkled as she shifted her body. While she very much wanted Tristepin to storm in and rescue her, she didn’t want him to see her in this pitiable state. Her mind wandered back to the last time she saw him.

 

He was on the floor, surrounded by those white clad soldiers with lightning coursing through their arms. His cape was in tatters. With one eyed closed, he looked to her longingly. With the last bit of strength, he reached out to her. Eva did the same, but they were too far for their hands to embrace one another. Tiberius stepped between them. His back was turned to Eva as he looked down to Tristepin. That’s when things went dark.

 

She lowered her head and closed her eyes to stop the tears from welling.

 

“Not again…”

 

Chapter 2: Post-Coup Meeting

 

The sadida royal throne wasn’t to Emperor Machina’s liking, so he had his very own metal throne built over it. Since it was made in parts prior to the coup, it was only a matter of assembling the pieces together. Along with the new throne, he ordered the room to be darker in order to make it more moody. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do about the grass floor. “And it was almost perfect,” Emperor Machina thought, slouching in his seat. Shrouded in the darkness before him were three of his loyal legates. The sound of steel scraping against stone filled the air.

 

“Do we have to wait for Tiberius?” Gladius asked, running the blade of her short sword along some whetstone. She sat cross legged on the floor. “It feels like my gears are rusting just sitting here.”

“How about passing the time with a round of {Kings and Queens}?” Julius replied, moving a piece across a checkered board. He sat in an arm chair in front of a simple table. “Oh, I’m sorry. With your age and mental faculties, perhaps droughts would be more fitting.”

“Hey, watch your voice box, old man, or I might use you as target practice,” she said, pointing the sword at him.

“So quick to use violence…” he said while moving another piece calmly. “You’re such a savage little thing, aren’t you?”

“Come over here and I’ll show how savage I am.”

“Calm yourself, child,” Larentia said in a gentle voice. She lay on a chaise longue. “No reason to get so worked up.”

“You should listen to my dear Larentia, Gladys,” he said patronizingly. Gladius grumbled, lowering her weapon.

“And stop teasing the girl, Julius. It’s very childish for someone your age,” Larentia scolded.

“Of course, dear.”

“And don’t call me dear.”

“Of course, dea-”

 

Embarrassed, Julius groaned, which made Gladius giggle. The main door made a loud clang, making all the legates look back to it. Tiberius stood in the opened doorway that illuminated the room for a moment. He walked in confidently as the guards from outside closed the doors behind him.

 

“Would it kill you to be on time for once, Tiberius?” Gladius asked, standing up and sheathing her sword.

“Would it kill you to wait ten minutes?” Tiberius replied.

“Since I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes and I’m still functioning, no. What were you doing anyways?”

“Checking up on the cra.”

“How long does it take? Were you pampering her as well?”

Tiberius hesitated in his response.

“You could say that.”

“Well, this is all very banal,” Julius remarked, tapping the side of his board. “Since we’re all here, could we please start this little meeting?”

The pieces vanished as the board folded itself until it was the shape of a cube. He took the cube and stuffed it in the pocket of his coat.

“Not yet, Julius,” Machina said. “We’re still missing someone.”

 

The main door opened once more, revealing a petite figure in the doorway. Like the legates, Unum was a being made of metal and brought to life by a complex series of mechanisms. She wore a simple black maid dress that contrasted with her hard grey skin. Her face was nothing more than a mask engraved to look like a woman with a neutral expression. Despite her stiff walking, she balanced a goblet on top of a tray as she made her way to the emperor. Her silky, white hair swayed with each step. She bowed as she presented the goblet to Machina. He took it and had a sip from it. Julius and Larentia stood up from their seats and walked next to Gladius and Tiberius.

 

“Good year,” Machina said. “Thank you, Unum.”

“You’re welcome, master,” she replied in a deadpan voice. The tray folded up and retracted back into her arm. She moved to the side of the throne and stood there with her hands together.

“Okay, we can start now,” he said, sitting upright. “And I know we all find this boring, so let’s make it quick so we can get to the good stuff. Tiberius, you first.”

“We have troops stationed all over the palace and all the security checkpoints have been set up.”

“Good, good… Gladius, how are things outside the palace?”

“We did a sweep and didn’t find any stragglers. It looks like we pushed out all the civilians, but we have patrols running rounds just in case we missed any,” she reported.

“Good to hear. Julius, how’s the dome?”

“Working properly, my majesty. Nothing is getting in or out.” Julius said.

“Larentia?”

“Our scouts report no outside activity from the sadida army,” Larentia explained.

“Looks like we’re in the green.  Figuratively and literally,” Machina stated. He slouched back in his seat. “One last thing though, I know we have the Brotherhood of Tofu, the king, and the prince, but did we get the other cra?”

“Other cra?” Julius repeated. “You mean Evangelyne?”

“We have Eva, Julius,” Gladius answered. “He’s talking about her sister, Cleophee.”

“Oh, right. I get those two confused. Those cras all look the same. Was she even here?”

“Yeah, she was,” she replied. “Some troops reported she was fleeing with, get this, two babies.”

“So she got away?” Machina said.

“Looks like it. Sorry, sir…”

“I’m fine with that,” Tiberius stated. “Babies are the last thing we need to deal with.”

“You shouldn’t worry about her, your majesty,” Julius said. “There’s no way she can get inside the dome and, even if she could, our troops would make short work of her.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Machina replied.

 

Machina looked up to the ceiling. Hung up high by a chain was a big copper-plated birdcage. He very deeply wanted to press the button embedded in the arm of the chair, but he would prefer to socialize with the captive when they were alone. He sighed and took a sip from his goblet.

 

“Okay, let’s finish this up and divvy up roles,” Machina said, bringing his attention back to the legates. “Julius, you’re on guard duty for the old man, the other old man, and the prince.”

“Yes, being a warden is an excellent use of my superior intellect and brilliant strategic ability,” Julius replied begrudgingly.

“Just check on them every hour or so. You can still write up your plans in between.”

“Of course, you majesty.”

“Very good. Larentia, you’re on eliatrope and dragon duty. I want you to work your magic and get as much information out of them as possible. Oh, and Larentia?”

“Yes, my emperor?”

“Make sure they’re comfortable.”

“Of course. They’ll have nothing but pleasant dreams,” Larentia said.

“Gladius…” he said. “You’re with the iop.”

 

She pumped her fist while uttering, “Yes!” Tiberius shook his head and sighed.

 

“Disappointed, Tiberius?” Gladius asked teasingly.

“Of course not,” he replied. “You do understand you’re not fighting him, right?”

“Yeah, but at least I get to see the legend in person.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said. “So that leaves the cra to me. Great.”

“Looks like you all know what to do, so if there isn’t anything else...” Machina said. The legates were silent. “In that case, you are all dismissed.”

 

The legates brought their right hand to their heart, bowed, and left the throne without saying a word. The emperor breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed one last time. “Finally...” he remarked, pressing the button on the arm of his chair. The chain jangled as the birdcage made its descent. He rose from his seat and walked to the cage with goblet in hand and Unum following behind him. The chain made a thunderous clang as it stopped. A wicked smile crossed his face as looked to the prisoner inside. “Ah,Princess Amalia…”

 

She sat inside the holds of the birdcage with only a few pillows for comfort. The chain that restrained her ankle to the center of the cage clacked as she moved her leg. Her royal gown was fraying due to the short lived battle from earlier. Even with her eyes closed, she had a grimace on her face. An iron collar was locked around her neck with a misshaped gem entrenched in the center. It glowed in an eerie yellow color.

 

“I apologize for leaving you hanging, but I had some important business to take care of,” he said. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“First, I want more pillows. Second, I want a berry juice {smoothie}. And third…”Amalia said. She clutched a nearby pillow. “I want my home back!”

 

She threw the pillow at the emperor that managed to fly between the bars. It was about to collide with his face when Unum clasped it in midair. Unum moved it away from his unsurprised face and held it in front of her. An intense blue flame erupted from the pillow, consuming it entirely in seconds.

 

“I’m sensing some hostility here,” he remarked. Amalia grabbed another pillow and stood up, ready to launch another at him.

“Please refrain from throwing pillows at my master or I might have to use more drastic measures,” Unum requested.

“I would do what she says if I were you,” Machina said. “She has some tools installed that are… well, let’s just say you don’t want to see them.”

 

Amalia gritted her teeth as the pillow trembled in her hand. She wasn’t intimated by Unum or that poor excuse for an emperor, but she knew deep down that landing one on his smug face wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t release her from her cage nor free her friends and family. It would, however, make her feel a lot a better. With an aggravated groan, she threw the pillow into the floor of the cage. She immediately sat cross legged and folded her arms, looking away from him. Machina smirked and motioned to Unum. She walked into the shadows, leaving the two alone.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Machina asked mockingly. Amalia sighed.

“Why have you taken our kingdom?” she asked, looking at him with utter contempt.

“A conquest has to start somewhere, princess, and we just don’t have the resources for Bonta or Brakmar. Not to mention, automatons don’t grow on trees and there’s plenty of unused ore down below-”

“My home is not a quarry for you to plunder!”

“Oh, it will be more than just a quarry when we’re through with it.”

“And my friends? You have no right to imprison them!”

“Actually, I have every right because I’m the emperor and I can do whatever I want, princess. As for your friends, they just have a strange tendency to cause trouble wherever they go, and I just can’t have that in my new world order.” He looked to the darkness. “Ah, you’re back.”

 

Unum walked to Machina’s side, drawing Amalia’s attention. Despite her small frame, Unum carried a metal chest on her shoulder with ease. She then dropped the chest onto the ground. The force from the drop flung its lid open. Unum kneeled down and searched the contents of the chest. Amalia leaned forward to see what was inside, but Unum’s behind was in the way.

 

“Do you like that collar we gave you?” Machina asked. Amalia ran her fingers across the rough surface of the collar. The gem was ice cold.

“It’s horribly rustic looking and it irritates my skin,” Amalia said. “Oh, and I can’t use my powers while it’s on.”

“I knew you would like it. The gem really matches with your skin.” He gave her a quick look over. “Although… it doesn’t really match you current outfit.”

“Finally, something we can agree on,” Amalia replied. Her eyes widened “Hey, wait, what do you mean by-”

 

At last, Unum got what she wanted from the chest and stood up. She pivoted around and presented Amalia with two items: a rather elegant grey {babydoll} dress and something thickly padded that Amalia could not recognize. The dress made her face contort in disgust.

 

“What an appalling outfit!” Amalia proclaimed. “Who would wear such a… wait, you’re not thinking of...”

“I think you’ll look absolutely adorable in it,” Machina remarked.

“No, I refuse to wear such... such childish attire.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. At what point did you think you had a choice in this matter?” He signaled to Unum. “I’ll just step out for a bit to give you some privacy.”

 

As Unum approached the door the cage, her arms split in two. The top set of arms carried the garments while the bottom two were free to unlock the door. Machina waved to Amalia before heading out the door. Unum stepped inside the birdcage. Amalia’s heart pounded against her chest as she pressed herself against the cold bars. That horrible dress was getting closer and closer to her. “S-stay away from me!” Amalia cried. Unum inched forward. “Be a good little girl…” Unum said.

 

~

 

The automaton guards stood vigilantly around the silent foyer. Emperor Machina wasn’t too far from the main door as he sipped from his goblet once more. A sharp shriek emanated from the throne room, grabbing the attention the guards. Machina didn’t look behind. He knew exactly what was going on and couldn’t help but smile. {It was everything he wanted.}

 

 

Chapter 3: Breakout