It can get a little tenuous trying to discern how good or bad you are at dungeon crawling when you hit nothing but win after win on your quests. That isn’t to say these folk were perfect but things had been going quite well for this particular group of travelers ever since they’d formed their group.
Nyasia was the purple Warrior Bard and leader of the team. As a headstrong, bold, and rebellious creature, this life was practically sculpted out of clay to fit her mold. Tink, the green tinted one, was the Mage Tinkerer and the cautious boy who knew his boundaries well enough for all of them. That’s why he had the plan of action for not getting lost should it be necessary. The final member of their team was Wisper, the blue quadruped with a mischievous frame. They were a swashbuckling thief, a treasure identifier, and gatherer. Oh the amount of stuff they hoarded and the amount they desired to hoard more. Explaining it to you would be pointless because it was likely unquantifiable.
Today had been going well enough for them too. They probably could have stopped and headed back but curiosity always lures those for the flavor of this kind of danger to new obstacles ahead.
“We probably should still head back though,” Tink said, sounding as though he was superseding their own narration. “Doing just enough to get by for the day is fine and we’ve got a whole hoard of treasure here.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it is,” Nyasia spoke with a flourish that sounded like she’d already made the decision to dismiss his suggestion. “But I heard the greatest treasure these parts have to offer is being held by the ruler of the palace at the end of our journey and we’re right at its doorstep. All that stands between us and glory is that palace ruler.”
“Sure, but–” Tink began again, trying to play the advocate for spacing this final stretch out but Nyasia and Wisper were already approaching the entrance and, as a result, so was he.
“Come on Tink,” Nyasia said as Wisper easily fiddled with the almost childish block puzzle at the front of the dungeon that granted them easy access. “You’re not suggesting we take it slow for the final boss are you?”
“No, not that. Just saying that long and short rests are a thing for a reason,” Tink sighed. Whatever. It was often like this. There was a 50-50 chance his suggestion would have been reasonably considered and even less of a chance it’d be listened to if it didn’t involve tinkering with something.
Nyasia and Wisper knew what they were doing anyway so it was always fine and just like he should have expected, they crushed it.
Yeah, this final dungeon wasn’t much of a big deal at all. Tink wasn’t even as tired as he suspected he would be when they reached the final room of the place. Of course, when they got there they were greeted by a very interesting looking figure.
At the top of a small throne in this boorish looking brown stone room sat the Snake Demon that rules this palace. His name was Ouro.
“Hoho~!” Nyasia belted out an intentionally haughty round of laughter before raising her index finger. “Foul demon, prepare to meet your doom for we three are the best treasure hunters and adventurers this land has to offer! We’ve come to defeat you and take any and all treasure you have both around and under your dinky little throne! Our heroic might shall pave the way for–!”
Ouro was not listening to her. He simply sat in his throne with his eyes wandering to the left a little. After Nyasia said something that sounded vaguely like a call to arms or something, Ouro couldn’t help yawning.
Wisper and Tink hadn’t said anything during this encounter but Wisper did feel it impertinent to let Nyasia know what her speech was currently doing to the snake demon. They taped Nyasia on the side of the leg to get her attention.
“Yo,” Wisper said. “He ain’t listening.” They pointed at Ouro, still in mid-yawn. Nyasia stopped speaking mid-speech to refocus where her eyes were and caught sight of the bored dungeon master yawning while she was breaking his inevitable defeat down.
“Excuse me?” Nyasia said.
Ouro smacked his lips. He didn’t respond. He just stared past her at nothing and blinked back a bit of wetness in his eyes.
Nyasia’s cheeks puffed out from frustration. “Uhm, rude! How dare you ignore us like that! I’m offended now you two-toned jerk!”
Somehow, that got Ouro to glance down at her properly. In what he considered to be a general courtesy, he began addressing them.
“I’m not really sorry about this because I don’t know who you are and don’t care but I’m not really impressed. Soooo many ‘heroes’ come to claim they will be the one to defeat me and none ever do.” Ouro said simply.
With a stint of pride in her voice, Nyasia smiles and says, “Then we will be the first to do so.”
Wisper and Tink smile in response to that. They all came here to do the same thing after all.
Ouro etched a small smirk on his face, slightly delighted by their foolish confidence and stood up from his throne to face them down properly.
“Well, if I must always be expected to entertain the prowlers who break into my home then thou must.” Ouro said with a shrug. He knew what he was about and soon, so would they.
Nyasia, Tink, and Wisper got into their battle stances. With his arms raised and poised for a fight, Tink began speaking first.
“Alright Nyasia,” Tink began. “We need to think about a battle tactic to utilize here. Let’s first consider the size and features of our targ–!”
“Charge!” Nyasia gives the order, pressing forth.
“What? No-!” Tink began but Wisper interrupted him.
“I’m with you on your right, Nyasia!” Wisper declared, bending down a bit further like a predator. “We’ve had no problems so far so this should be like taking candy from a baby.”
“He looks enough like one,” Nyasia giggled.
Alright. That was enough.
Before the two of them even had time to properly move from where they were, two large twin snake eyes were produced from Ouro’s hair and a bright flash was ejected from them and into the room. The eyes within Ouro’s snake hair had just issued a hypnotic glare and across the room he could make out the immediate success he had.
Nyasia and Wisper were fully under Ouro’s command. He could see it in the hypnotic spirals in their eyes. Tink must be as well but he only had one spiral in his eye.
Ouro's jaw dropped. His face then shriveled up in an air of disgust as he observes the scene before him. He shouldn't have been but he was shocked. It was truly disgusting how he managed to win that fight in a single move!
God, what a bust. Ouro groaned and rolled their eyes and head back with disdain. He was embarrassed for them and that never happened.
“It’s just too easy now. Once you discover the massive loophole that escapes all the brains of these ego-driven home wreckers, you’ve just got easy access to the win button and nothing of actual intrigue to look forward to,” Ouro whined. “NO adventurer ever prepares themselves for hypnotism! At least prepare for petrification at the very least. I don’t know what people are thinking. Has no one heard of the Gorgon stare anymore? I might not be a gorgon but at least consider that a snake demon might be using something similar.”
It seemed unorthodox to have your enemy be upset that your attempt to kill them was over before it even began but it really did sell the whole deal that Ouro had been here and done this so many times at this point. These adventurers were just another collection of losers to add to the pile.
Ouro leered at them for a bit. To think the purple one’s confident final line before she shouted to charge sounded the part just enough for it to trick him into thinking they’d at least last 10 seconds.
Nyasia and Wisper stood at the ready, hypnotic spirals in their eyes and jaws slack. Drool collected at the edge of their mouth. Tink was fidgeting for some reason.
“... Hmm… I wonder if I should leave signs outside of the dungeon wall to address this. Maybe write something that says ‘Hey, make sure to bring some resistance to hypnosis you dumb dumbs’ so that I can actually have a challenge in the future,” Ouro muttered.
He grunts and snorts a bit, looking to the side. “Or maybe I could just not use my tails… but no, that’s stupid. Just because they did something stupid doesn’t mean I have to compensate for that by doing something stupid in return. Ugh, maybe the whole thing is dumb. Overconfidence can lead to downfalls and yadda yadda… but it’s just so boring!”
He stomps his foot at that last statement and sighed before overlooking the three of them again.
Something was off.
That was when Ouro squinted his eyes a bit and took notice of the thing that was actually off about Tink. One of his eyes didn’t have the hypno spiral in them. He also seemed to be fidgeting quite a bit too.
“Oh!” Ouro perked up. “You’re actually resisting it a bit!”
Was that a bead of excitement he felt? Surely not. Couldn’t be.
Ouro makes his way over to Tink, leaning a bit on him like an old friend would. “Wow. So the Green one isn’t as dumb as these other dumb dumbs. At least one of you took some thought to prepare against my hypnosis a bit. Of course it wasn’t enough. My strength is rather immense and impressive but hey, I always appreciate effort.”
Tink seemed to be grunting and whimpering a bit. Being caught between hypnosis and lucidity seemed to be a bit of an ordeal to maintain.
“So what gave it away?” Ouro asked. “Was it the tails? It was the tails wasn’t it?”
Tink gulped and moaned.
Ouro smiled. He was taking a liking to the green one here. The most fun toy in this new batch had likely been found.
Ouro smiles and turns back towards his throne. “I’m going to need you to push a button or two on the side of my throne for me.”
He takes a few steps in a confident stride before swinging one of his snake tails around to blast another force of hypnosis at him. Tink looked like he was resisting at first but a little push to the persuasion offered got him heading on over without another word.
Tink pressed the numerous buttons beside the throne. This caused the walls to rotate and when they spun to a stop, revealed onto them were an array of pink, sissy maid dresses and fluffy baby diapers to boot. The added insult to injury was the fact that they were all themed after My Little Pony. Friendship wasn’t magic here. It had gotten Tink into some truly hot water.
The large rack of maid outfits and diapers on the side came with a complimentary exit. It was a large hole in the wall that said “Losers Crawl Through Here” above it. One might call it the Loser Hole if they were so inclined.
“Now then, I want you three to go over to the rack, take off that silly adventuring gear, and put on your new, permanent, maid outfits,” Ouro ordered. “The frilly diapers go on as well, of course.”
Nyasia and Wisper act immediately and head on over to the rack and proceed to sissy themselves up promptly. Tink moves a lot slower than they do but his dragging feet eventually carry him over as well.
Nyasia and Wisper strip themselves of whatever was on their person freely and without a hint of realization for how humiliating their positions and actions were, start to freely diaper themselves. With the taping done pretty well, they fling the maid outfits over their head and shoulders to get them on correctly.
Ouro sees Tink moving sluggishly and feels compelled to continue talking. “You know, the benefit of having so many bad adventurers come along is so that I can at least have a lot of foolish new diaper maids to help keep this palace nice and clean for the next wave of losers without needing to tidy up myself. It’s awesome.”
Tink winced as he heard all this. He didn’t look like he was admiring these “interesting” factoids all that much. He seemed a lot more worried and disgruntled. He diapered himself up, got on the maid outfit, and was currently trying to fit the bonnet that came with it on his head. He was being made to do stuff against his will and with himself only half hypnotized, it was a feeling he was noticing more so than Nyasia and Wisper.
He probably would have been having a better time had he simply been hypnotized, honestly.
Ouro wouldn’t have minded that. He seemed to really fancy hypnosis despite his complaints about things being too easy.
“Oh, the wonders of hypnotism! It’s cruelty at its most fun. My loser diaper maids will listen to every word I say, no questions asked, and will do whatever I want them to do no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it is to them!” Ouro said, before he smirked and pointed at Nyasia. “Purple one! Wet your diapers now for all to see.”
Nyasia went even more slack jawed, her tongue out in a face of pure bliss, as she happily did so on demand. She was happy and hypnotized after all. Why wouldn’t she?
Her diaper expanded in the front and a loud hissing sound was heard. It made Tink fidget quite a bit more than usual. It was like he could feel it happening as she did it. Second hand embarrassment perhaps?
Nyasia was at the end of happily wetting her diapers. She was happy to fulfill her master’s wishes, for certain. Wisper was in the middle of obliging them as well, crawling through the hole that read “Losers Crawl Through Here” with their massive, sissy, diaper butt on open display to everyone in the room.
Ouro sat on his throne, laughing as he watched them do their part to please him. “It’s the same thing every time. Every adventurer thinks they can best me… but in the end, they all end up crawling out of here as my sissy, diapered maids!”
He turned and smirked at Tink, who flinched on the spot.
Nyasia was the next one to follow Wisper through the loser hole. She was gurgling and drooling, completely unbothered by the sagging and soaking wet diaper she had on. Tink felt a twinge of fear wrack his entire body as he was propelled forward by his own feet. It was against his will but his mind didn't seem to care. He bent down and began to crawl forward.
He found himself turning his head to have one last look back at the discarded adventurers clothes he came in with. He'd never see them again. The treasure that he and his team fought so hard to get was all dropped before Ouro. They had essentially delivered them straight to him. To be honest though, the clothes he lost would likely count more as treasures to him than the gold considering what awaited him in his future.
Ouro liked the look on Tink's face. It amused him a great deal and decided to quell his nerves just a little bit.
“IF you do a good job keeping things clean then MAYBE I won’t humiliate you too much…” he said. “Maybe..."
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