Vanquishing The Valkyries Chapter One

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Allura opened her mouth to continue the briefing, but the Queen shushed her with a raised hand. “I’ve heard enough, General,” The Queen said briskly, rising from the table, “Gather all available personnel in the auditorium in an hour-- I’m going to deliver some remarks to the troops.” She made her way through the door and out the hallway, General Allura trailing behind her, tugging her jacket down at the back self consciously. Unseen as always, Oolon followed, silent as ever.

     “Uh, your Majesty!” Allura said evenly, desperately trying not to upset her, “Just one moment, before you go, I should probably explain...”

     “I’ve heard enough of your explanations for one day, General! The troops are simply lacking in discipline, plain and simple! They just need...” She stopped suddenly in her tracks. “What is this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her body shaking with rage, gesturing into the loading bay.

     “Your Majesty,” Allura began, her voice shaking. This was what she’d been afraid of, and although she’d probably been able to diffuse the queens shock somewhat, there was no way she was prepared for what she saw.

The loading bay itself was entirely up to code and adhered to every regulation, and appeared in every aspect to be exactly what you would see in every Valkyrie base across the universe. Likewise, the personnel was the usual pinnacle of physical perfection, with statuesque physiques, powerful muscles concealed beneath delicately feminine frames, and gorgeous features that could have only come from centuries of careful genetic refinement. All perfectly within regulations, with one glaring exception:

Diapers. Almost half of the women she could see were visibly wearing diapers. Some were poorly concealed beneath their uniforms, plastic legbands and waistbands peeking out from the top and bottom, their butts looking swollen and blocky under the fabric, crotches bulging unnaturally. In a few cases, the diapers were so thick that no uniform in the entire army could cover them... instead, the women simply walked around with regular uniforms on top and nothing but ridiculous, massive, bulging, puffy white diapers on the bottom.

It was a sight that repulsed and enraged the Queen to her core... to her it wasn’t just a violation of the uniform-- it was an affront to the dignity of the order itself. She stormed across the hanger, cutting a striking figure in her glorious finery. Allura could only follow behind, stammering excuses and unconsciously tugging her jacket down at the back, as the Queen pounced onto two unsuspecting guards standing nearby, their ridiculously huge pampers almost blindingly white, and so bulky no uniform in the army could fit over them.

     “What is the meaning of this?!!?”  She bellowed, hands on hips, and General Allura was reminded of a mother scolding her two daughters.

     The guards, caught completely by surprise, snapped to attention at the sound of the authoritative voice, then turned pale when they realized they were addressing Her Majesty herself.

     “Uh, Your Majesty!” the first guard stammered, “I-- that is, the doctor, she told me... that is, because of my...”

     Meanwhile, beside her, the second guard merely trembled and cringed like a frightened child, diaper crinkling beneath her.

Perhaps we should answer Her Majesty’s question with a demonstration, Oolon thought to himself. He gave a subtle signal to one of the Beta’s working nearby. The Beta’s resistance network was loosely connected, their individual operatives armed with a verity of non-lethal weapons designed to undermine the enemy’s confidence and morale, and their agents were placed and ready to strike at a moment’s notice.  

Oolon’s accomplice gave no sign that he’d seen the signal. He simply opened his toolbox and removed a small device resembling a common sonic drill. Only a member of the resistance would know about it’s true function, let alone be able to activate it. With the proper adjustments, it projected a concentrated beam of powerful sonic waves. Properly wielded, it could induce it’s victim to utterly loose control of their bowels within moments. Casually, he aimed it at the guards and depressed the button on top.

In seconds, the first guard was squirming, her belly rumbling inside of her, her intestines quivering and rolling. Her already pale face went even whiter, and she could hear strange noises emerging from her abdomen. Her heart sank as she felt the urge to defecate rising inside of her, her colon filling with a hot, gooey mess, fuller and fuller with every ripple of her intestines. Still her Beta tormentor kept his finger on the button, and the guard was shimmying and squirming in place, squeezing her butt-cheeks tightly as the Queen, apparently oblivious to her struggle, continued to angrily lecture her about the importance of the uniform.  

     “... Absolutely disgraceful conduct!” she thundered at the cringing troops, unaware of the fact that they were attracting an audience. “A Valkyrie’s uniform is sacred... it’s a badge of honour that must be earned... a symbol of something much larger than yourself! Where is your pride?!”

     “Your Majesty...please let me explain,” General Allura simpered uselessly, her pleas falling on deaf ears. The Queen had worked herself up into a lather, and she was giving the increasingly nervous and sweaty guards the full force of her rage.

     “I have never seen anything so shameful! Aren’t you embarrassed?” She demanded, though it was clear that the guard was utterly humiliated-- and it was about to get a whole lot worse-- the ceaseless bombardment of sonic waves had her bowels breakdancing inside her, her guts percolating, her rectum quivering, straining to contain the hot, bubbling mass behind it.

The guard’s guts burbled noisily, loud enough for those gathered around to hear. The Queen stopped in mid-sentence, gaping at her with an open mouth. The guard brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of her face. “Your Majesty,” she began, shakily, “I-- I have--”

It was all she could get out before her butt exploded, a hot, gooey mess literally erupting into the thickly padded seat of her bulky diaper. Those gathered near her listened with their mouths agape as the thick, mushy mess hit the seat of her diaper and audibly splattered against the white padding.

     “Great galaxies,” The Queen whispered, utterly shocked at what she had seen.

     But the performance was far from over.

The guard doubled over, her stomach cramping in sharp waves, each painful throb squeezing out another noisy surge of mushy poop, each one accompanied by a gooey farting sound. It was a mortifying experience, compounded by the fact that it was happening in front of her beloved monarch.

     “Disgusting!” The Queen remarked, scrunching her face distastefully and pinching her nose shut against the smell that was beginning to emerge. “Young woman, I insist that you control yourself immediately!”

     “Hhhhhnnnn!” the guard strained audibly, squeezing her cheeks together in a vain effort to regain control of herself-- but she knew it was a loosing cause, and she managed to cease the flow for only a few seconds before the mess began building in her colon once more, the pressure growing, quickly overwhelming her overtaxed anus. At last, the dam burst, and the guard filled her pampers to the brim with one final noisy gush, the seat visibly bulging and turning brown behind her.

At last she was done, and she was left standing in a sagging, stinking, positively disgusting diaper. The guard was on the verge of crying, and she wanted to run and hide her shame, or at least clean up. But her years of training and post-hypnotic conditioning simply wouldn’t allow it... she snapped to attention once more her proud posture made comedic by the bulging, reeking diaper under her.

     “Absolutely shameful!” The Queen raged, offended by the guard’s failure to control herself. “This lack of discipline is unacceptable! If you shit your pants during a lecture, how are you supposed to maintain composure under fire?!” She turned her ire on the second guard, who stood at attention, literally quaking in her boots. “And you!” The Queen bellowed, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

Taken aback, the guard stood by shivering, her eyes wide and her face frightened. She opened her mouth and stammered silently, and for a moment, it looked like she was going to respond to the Queen’s question.

Instead, a ghastly farty squish emerged, her massive pamper bulging out slowly behind her. The Queen watched with horrified fascination, crinkling her nose in disgust, watching the guard squeak softly to herself as she tried vainly to regain control. Instead, what was left of her continence seemed to dissipate, and she filled her diaper with a catastrophic, flatulent explosion, a tidal wave of diarrhea flooding into her pampers, filling it to the maximum in a matter of seconds.

The two guards were left standing in their sagging and stinking diapers, bulging and stained behind them, utterly humiliated. General Allura stood behind the Queen, stammering excuses, nearly as embarrassed as her underlings. And the Queen was apoplectic, raging at the General and the guards. The other Valkyries and Betas on duty slowly drifted away from the area to escape both the Queen’s fury and the thick stench that was slowly enveloping the room.

     “General!” The Queen raged, “have these two cowards taken to the brig! I won’t have them endangering and disgracing my army any further! And then, you and I will have a serious talk about what’s been going on here!”

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     “Excellent work my friend,” Oolon congratulated his comrade, “but how did you get the disruptor recharged so quickly after the first blast?”

     “I didn’t,” his friend said with the barest hint of a grin. Oolon merely chuckled to himself, realizing that the second guard really had been frightened into losing control of her bowels... perhaps Her Majesty’s pronouncement of cowardice hadn’t been too hasty after all.

Bonus: the Queen's alternate costume

A slightly different version of the Queen's costume-- I loved her little thong, but I was concerned that it might get a little too messy later in the story, so I had LI give her a pair of briefs.