The girls put their pacifiers back in their mouths, attaching the lanyard clips to their shirts. Annabeth clutched her owl plushie in her arm. Holding their hands, Grovette led her girls down the hall and to the elevator. Just like yesterday, the ride down was short and involved no extra passengers. When they hit the lobby, Grovette made a beeline for the exit, having no intentions of checking out or even handing the card back to the desk. The bellhop from yesterday came running up to them.
"I have your free upgrades right here, ma'am! Better, bigger rooms, access to the platinum floors, and on-sight babysitting and daycare service for the little ones when you want to go out and enjoy some adult time."
And for some reason, the notion of dumping her girls off at some daycare just so she could go have margaritas really pissed Grovette off. She spun around, eyes so alit with fury that the bellhop skidded to a halt, laughed nervously, and went running the other direction. Turning her chin up with a hmph, Grovette resumed her march out the door. When they stepped outside, all three of them were immediately aware that something was wrong.
Grovette had woken up on her own just a little before seven, and she had both girls in the shower cleaning up after a night in dirty diapers. After they'd been dressed and breakfast finished, they'd hit the elevator before seven-thirty, so it should've been around 7:35 right now. The sun should've been relatively low in the Vegas sky, but it wasn't. It was past noon right now based on where the sun was.
A nearby newspaper stand explained why that was.
"June 18th?" Grovette gasped. "It was only the 14th when we went there-how could four days have passed overnight?"
Priscilla was beyond shocked, but Annabeth looked back at the name of the hotel. Her grey eyes widened behind her pacifier. She tugged on Grovette's maid dress and pointed to the big sign.
"Lotus Hotel and Casino," the neko maid read aloud. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Instead of trying to talk, knowing her words would come out as incomprehensible babble, Annabeth instead used her finger to draw letters in the air. Grovette followed.
"L-O-T-U-S-E-A-T-E-R-S. Lotus eaters. Wha-oh. Oh, no."
Priscilla took her pacifier out. "Um, Lotus Eaters? Who are they?"
"They're a group of people, probably nymphs, that ensnare people with lotus flowers, or they used to. Now they offer unlimited games and penthouse suites, apparently."
"What do they do with everyone? Eat them?"
"Uh, not sure, actually. No one who's ever been trapped long enough to find out has ever been seen again to say what happens in the Lotus Lair."
"Oh."
"Let's get out of here."
"Yeah."
Annabeth nodded along.
Grovette hailed a taxi, and they piled into the first one that stopped.
"Hey, now," the older, grizzled driver said when he saw Priscilla. Grovette's Mist was still up around them, and so the driver saw Priscilla as a two-year-old baby. "I don't deal with crying kids, and every diaper you have to change back there is extra. I don't like that smell, and no one else does either. Nothing personal, just looking out for business, you know?"
"I know. Very understandable. Thank you for being up front with us about your policies. Now, to Santa Monica, please."
Grovette snapped her fingers and warped the Mist once again. The driver went rigid, his eyes fogging over, and then he grinned in a dopey kind of way.
"I love ponies..."
Obeying traffic laws, and with good traffic, the drive from Las Vegas to Santa Monica was about four hours, so you infer what it meant when the taxi driver got them to the beach in six minutes shy of three hours. Grovette swiped the Lotus Hotel card in the driver's little machine, and the bill was paid in full courtesy of the Lotus Eaters.
During the drive, Priscilla had a bottle, Annabeth two sippy cups full of juice, the blond requiring a clean pull-up after she intentionally wet herself. Grovette wasn't at all bothered by Annabeth starting to pee in her pants; she had pooped herself plenty of times already, and would only continue pooping in her pants until Artemis lifted her curse. What was some pee added to that? However, Grovette did pitch the idea that maybe Annabeth should start wearing diapers like Priscilla.
Annabeth had only hesitantly declined. That told Grovette she wanted to wear a diaper like Priscilla, but that Athena pride of her held her back. Priscilla seemed kind of put off that Annabeth didn't want to wear a diaper with her.
Once at the beach, the neko maid changed the sissy girl's wet and dirty diaper. She was here to meet with her father, Poseidon, and while it had been the request of the nereid back in St. Louis that Priscilla be wearing a clean diaper, it was also just a professional and appropriate thing to have a clean diaper on when meeting your godly parent for the first time, especially one so powerful as Poseidon.
Priscilla's heart was thumping hard in her chest under her Ariel jumper. Grovette fussed over her, picking at her hair, trying to straighten out wrinkles, patting her diaper to make sure it was still clean after she'd just changed the sissy. Annabeth was jealous; Priscilla got to go meet her dad, while she would probably never meet her mom. The Winter Solstice field trip didn't count since the only thing the demigods got to do was sit there and just look at their parents.
Annabeth tightly gripped her owl plushie, sucking hard on her pacifier as her grey eyes narrowed at nothing in particular.
Priscilla saw Annabeth's expression and rapped her hand against hers. Grey eyes flicked to green, and the sissy offered a smile. She stepped forward and hugged Annabeth. The daughter of Athena sighed and crumbled. She wrapped her own arms around her friend, still clutching her owl. Grovette beamed at the sight.
Priscilla pulled away. "I'll be right back."
And then she did something that shocked everyone, including herself. She stepped onto her tiptoes and planted a peck of a kiss upon Annabeth's forehead. Before anything else could happen, Priscilla spun around and sprinted into the surf, charging straight through the water as if weren't even there. Her head soon vanished beneath the waves, leaving to stare open-mouthed at where the sissy daughter of Poseidon had just been.
Grovette nudged the blonde with a motherly smile. "You know, when this is all over and behind us, no matter what happens to us after, maybe you two should go have dinner together."
Annabeth sucked on her pacifier and shifted from foot to foot.
She didn't outright refuse, which told Grovette all she needed to know.
PJOABDL
Priscilla's heart thudded in her chest. She had really just done that. She had really just kissed Annabeth, and in an intentionally romantic way at that. Gods, was she gay? Did that make her a lesbian?
Priscilla honestly couldn't tell. By Artemis's curse, then yes. The curse made Priscilla think of herself as a girl, made everyone around her think of her as a girl, and they all used female pronouns to refer to Priscilla. Her body was girly, her hair was long and messy, her face soft and feminine, and the only thing that marked Priscilla as a boy was the fact that she still had a penis tucked safely away within the thick padding of her diaper.
Did still having a penis undermine Priscilla's appearance that made her a girl? She wasn't really sure anymore. Technically, she was neither boy nor girl, but, as the goddess had put it, a sissy. Some third sex or something like that, a boy with a girl's body, or a girl with a boy's organ. Priscilla didn't know; she hated school and hardly paid attention and didn't watch the news anyway.
What she did know was that Annabeth was cute, smart, pretty, cool, and was someone she honestly wanted to spend more time with. Diapered or otherwise didn't really matter to the brunette. However, given the current state of their cursed bodies, diapers would definitely be needed.
As Priscilla went deeper into the ocean, a Mako shark leading the way to the specific point she was supposed to meet her dad, she was left wondering if she and Annabeth were already together. After all, they'd changed each other's diapers. That was a pretty intimate thing to do. In fact, as far as touching went, changing a diaper was about as intimate as it was going to get before having actual sex.
Priscilla had been touching all over Annabeth's butt and snatch when she'd wiped the blonde's poop away and put a clean pull-up on her like a diaper, tearing the sides and then refastening them. Likewise, Annabeth had been touching all over Priscilla's privates when she changed the stinky sissy and then lotioned and powdered her back up for her clean diaper. It didn't really get anymore sexual and sensual than that. The only thing missing from full-on foreplay was actually sticking their fingers inside each other.
Annabeth hadn't actually pressed inside of Priscilla's butthole, and Priscilla had kept her digits out of Annabeth's body as well.
But still, they'd touched each other's most private and personal places, wiping away each other's poop.
Could you honestly say you truly loved your SO if you weren't willing to wipe their butt?
Granted, most of the people reading this are probably into something like that, so not really a hard question :P
Anyway, Priscilla was certain that she liked Annabeth-like, like liked her-but what she wasn't certain of was if she was gay for the blonde given her curse, though that question was more out of the simple desire to know for certain, and she wasn't certain if Annabeth liked her back in the same way. Priscilla was kinda nervous about going back up there to face the daughter of Athena.
She didn't want to be rejected.
The Mako started circling in place at the edge of an underwater cliff, and Priscilla took that to mean that was where she was supposed to wait. The shark swam off, and the sissified hero cleared her mind of her conflicted thoughts of the pretty blonde girl wearing princess pull-ups back on the beach. She was about to meet her dad. That was the most important thing right now.
Priscilla patted her diaper's front and seat, making sure she was still dry and clean. She was. One more thing she could cross off her list.
The sissy stared down at the black depths, so far down now that the sun was just a dot way up above. She didn't feel anything around her, nothing like a monster, but she felt like she was being watched. She felt like there was something down there staring back at her. Something really, really big. Priscilla swallowed heavily, finding herself at a new crossroads: stay here or go swimming for her life.
Just then, a warm current flowed past her, bathing her in a comforting and calming embrace. Priscilla relaxed. She saw an approaching light coming from below, and her pulse increased. This was it-this was happening-it was finally happening-her dad, after all these years-finally...while she was diapered and dressed like a two-year-old toddler girl. Funnily enough, that observation didn't bring on any kinds of feelings of humiliation or embarrassment. Maybe it was part of Artemis's curse, or maybe Priscilla was just used to it by now, but being a diapered sissy didn't bother her anywhere near as much as it did back at Medusa's.
The light got closer, and Priscilla saw there was a shape in the light. It looked like a person riding the lovechild of a horse and a fish. A mer-horse. Wait, no...a hippocampus? The word just popped into Priscilla's head. It was a figure riding a hippocampus coming to greet her. The glowing figure got closer until they were right in front of Priscilla.
"D-Dad?" she asked hesitantly.
The glow faded, revealing a familiar woman.
Priscilla's brow furrowed. "You? You mean to tell me you were using that shapeshifting stuff this whole time, and that was you back in St. Louis?"
The nereid smiled very sadly. "No, Priscilla. I am not Poseidon taking a female form."
Then the sissy looked absolutely crestfallen. "You mean...he's not here? He's not coming?"
"There are...rules...and laws...that gods must obey," the nereid said carefully. She could feel the energy in the water starting to mount. "If Poseidon had been here, he would have landed himself in a whole lot of trouble. Even more trouble than you were in when confronted by Artemis."
The rising fury plateaued.
"So what do you want?" Priscilla snapped. She was angry, she was betrayed, and she was just itching for something to direct all of her feelings at. She was barely keeping herself contained, just barely keeping herself from unleashing a tidal wave.
The nereid recognized all of it from so many years in Poseidon's court. Priscilla was definitely his daughter, definitely Triton's little sister, definitely a child of the sea. Which meant she was extremely volatile and currently ready to explode.
"To give you the gift that Poseidon desperately wishes that he could've given you himself. Here."
The nereid extended her hand, opening it to reveal a trio of pearls. Priscilla took them, staring at them.
"The fuck are these for?"
The nereid winced at the crass language. "Those belong to the sea. What belongs to the sea will always return to the sea, no matter where it is. Crush them, either underfoot or in your hand, and think of where you wish to go. Those will take you there."
"...they're magic escape pods?" Priscilla asked flatly.
"Essentially, yes."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. When you were a baby-ah, physically a baby-Poseidon visited you in your crib. He held you in his arms, played with you, fed you your bottle, and changed your diapers. He was able to get away with it back then, seeing you, because no one knew you existed. He could slip under the radar. But right now, you on a quest, being watched and monitored, he can't be here. And it pained him so much that he wept."
"Dad...he cried because he couldn't come see me?"
"So hard he had snot running out of his nose," the nereid smiled.
Priscilla snorted quietly at the mental image of the powerful god Poseidon, sobbing with a runny nose. And he cried that hard because he couldn't come and see her like he wanted. And she...she'd thrown...she'd thought that...
Priscilla started tearing up herself, and the nereid dismounted and hugged her. Priscilla wrapped her arms and legs around the spirit, and started to full-on sob she was so ashamed o how she'd behaved. The nereid just held her and let her get it all out of her system, rubbing her back and whispering softly in her ear.
"H-He really loves me?" Priscilla sniffled.
"So much so that Zeus himself had to stop Poseidon from throttling Artemis. It was quite the event, everything surrounding Medusa's head."
"O-Oh..."
The nereid did the underwater equivalent of setting the girl down, which was just letting her go and float away a short distance.
A another warm current brushed past them.
"Our time is up," the nereid said. "You must go now. The armies are almost ready, and global war of the gods is on the horizon. Only you and your friends can stop this."
Priscilla nodded. "I won't fail."
"We know you won't."
Priscilla decided that was an epic enough last line, and so she turned away to swim back to the beach. However, the nereid had one last thing to say.
"And Poseidon thinks you and Annabeth make a cute couple!"
Priscilla squeaked and went rocketing through the ocean.
PJOABDL
Grovette and Annabeth were startled when Priscilla came flying out of the ocean and stuck the landing without issue right in front of them. Priscilla was blushing yet glowing, radiating joy and confidence.
"I take it you and your dad had a great meeting?" Grovette ventured.
"Nope," Priscilla chirped. "Godly laws or something like that. Instead, I met that nereid from St. Louis again, and she gave me these."
She showed them the pearls.
"Magic escape pods. For the Underworld."
"Awesome," Grovette said. "On to Los Angeles, then?"
"Sounds good to me. Let's go save the world!"
Once in the taxi, Grovette was booted out of her usual spot between the girls by Annabeth. The blonde insisted on sitting next to Priscilla. The sissy's pulse was quick in her veins during the taxi ride as Annabeth used the hand that wasn't clutching her owl plushie to hold onto Priscilla's, their fingers laced. Priscilla didn't know what Annabeth was up to or what was going on inside her head. Her expression was unreadable behind that pacifier, and her grey eyes gave nothing away.
What Priscilla did know, however, is that by the time the taxi pulled up in front of DOA Recording studios, she had wet her diaper, and Annabeth had pooped her pull-up. This happened mere seconds before the driver parked, and so there wasn't enough time to change during the ride. Given the pressing circumstances, like the humongous thundercloud rolling in from the East, from Mt. Olympus, Grovette felt that diaper changes were going to have to wait.
And they were just going to have to face the god of the Underworld with wet and stinky pants and hope he didn't take too much offense to that.
Grovette entered the studio lobby, her girls in tow, Annabeth still holding Priscilla's hand in a way that was like how a girl held her boyfriend's hand. Sitting at the front desk was Charon the Ferryman, as evidenced by the plaque before him. Gods could take any form, of course, and Charon had decided to look like a tall, bald black man in his 40's wearing glasses and a black suit with a shirt and black-and-blue-striped tie.
Considering this was canonically the summer of 2005, it would be nine years later that the heroes would sit down, watch John Wick, and point wildly to the screen and exclaim, "That's Charon!"
The Ferryman looked up from his desk, and his lips curled upward. "My lord has been expecting you three. Priscilla Jackson, Grovette Underwood, and Annabeth Chase."
The trio didn't look particularly happy or comforted at the notion that the god of the Underworld had been expecting them.
"Please," Charon said with a dangerous smile, "follow me."
Without any other choice, the plugged and caged neko maid, the wet-diapered sissy, and the poopy blonde joined the god of boundaries inside the elevator that literally went straight down into hell.
As the doors shut, Charon blew a rush of air out of his nose. "Gods, it stinks."
Annabeth blushed.
PJOABDL
Charon ferried the trio all the way to Hades' palace. There was a dock on the side that was connected to the River Styx, apparently a recently addition. There to great the heroes were none other than the Furies, all three of them.
Alecto, the leader and Priscilla's former math teacher, smiled broadly when she laid her demonic eyes upon the sissy. "Oh, honey. How adorable you are! Is your diaper clean? Do you need changing?"
Grovette stepped forward. "Shut your mouth before I tear you to pieces," the neko maid hissed, her cat ears standing straight up while her tail was straight as a pole.
Priscilla and Annabeth both looked at their caregiver, surprised. Charon chuckled and pushed off. As for Alecto, the look on the maid's face was so severe and threatening that she actually backed off.
"Of c-course. If your diaper was dirty, no doubt this one would've wiped your filth for you already."
"Damn right I would've," Grovette said, ignoring how Annabeth shifted behind her in her messy pull-up. "Now, Lord Hades is expecting us?"
"Yes. Follow us."
"Like we have anything better to do," Priscilla muttered.
Annabeth squeezed her hand.
They followed the Furies deeper into the palace and eventually found themselves in the throne before the god of the Underworld himself. So far, Priscilla had met the god Dionysus, the goddess Artemis, the goddess Echidna, the god Ares, and the god Charon. However, Hades was the first of them all to actually appear godlike. Inhumanly tall, probably ten feet, wearing a full-body black robe that was stitched of nighttime shadows. The fabric seemed to shift and sway, but it was realized that was because there were faces there, popping in and out. The souls of the worst people, damned to be Hades' laundry.
The god's skin was pale, his eyes black and sharp, his hair combed and straight, thick and full. He looked like a man in his prime, powerful, strong, capable, intelligent, and he looked down his nose at Priscilla with a mix between a sneer, a smirk, contempt, and was that...tenderness? Priscilla had to be imagining it.
"Ah, hello, Uncle," Priscilla said, bowing slightly.
She was here to get her mother back. Hades was holding her hostage because he thought she had the Master Bolt, and he could exchange Sally for the Bolt and then wage war against his brother Zeus in the name of centuries of mistreatment. However, once Hades understood that Priscilla was not the Lightning Thief and did not have the Master Bolt, then there would be no reason for him to keep Sally and he would relinquish her to her daughter. Hopefully.
"Niece," Hades said flatly.
Priscilla found Hades referring to her as his niece to be oddly comforting.
"So...nice place you get here. Cool robe. Uh, what's with the faces?"
Hades cocked a brow. "These are the souls of some of the most despicable humans that have ever lived. They spend eternity under my personal watch in endless torment."
Priscilla tilted her head to the side. "How bad do you have to be in order to get your soul sewn into your underwear?"
Grovette palmed her face and Annabeth resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die and serve as the answer to Priscilla's question. The Furies hid their snickers behind their clawed hands, and Hades stared at his niece, trying to figure out if she was being coy. She wasn't. She was being totally earnest and serious when she asked about his godly underpants.
Hades couldn't decide if her honesty was a good thing or not.
"You have to be very, very bad to get that sentence," the god said ominously. "You have to do very bad things...like steal from me."
Priscilla blinked. "Huh?"
Hades' anger spiked. "Do not play dumb with me, girl. I know you have my Helm of Darkness! Give it back to me, and I will let you leave her alive with your mother."
Just like when she was blamed for Zeus's Bolt, at being blamed for Hades' Helm, Priscilla's own anger spiked. "Okay, first off: I don't even know what a helm is! Second, I don't even know what it looks like! Third, I didn't steal the Bolt! I didn't even know you people were anything more than just stories prior to last week! How could I steal something that I didn't even know existed!?"
Hades sat in his throne, staring at his niece with a slightly open mouth. Priscilla was standing dramatically, her finger pointed angrily, her face contorted. She'd started with a hard, pointed tone, and by the time she was done, her voice had risen to a thundering shout that had probably been heard all the way back at the bank of the Styx.
Of course, the unfortunate, great foil to how grand Priscilla was right now was the fact that she'd loaded her diaper mid-tirade. Grovette's kitty ears had picked up the muffled fart and the crackling sound of a diaper expanding with a big mess, and her nose easily picked up the added stench in the air of Priscilla's butt. So, the sissy daughter of Poseidon had just pooped herself in the presence of her Underworld uncle of a god. Grovette really hoped that Hades didn't smite them for what could easily be considered a sign of ultimate disrespect.
Yelling at him in his own palace notwithstanding.
Hades fought down the smile that threatened to tug at his face. She certainly was her father's child, he'd give her that much. Not even Zeus had big enough balls to so brazenly yell at Hades in his own house like that, and not even Demeter raised her voice like that. Hades tolerated her snide comments, but yelling at him? Oh, no. If Demeter yelled at Hades she was demoted from mother-in-law to sister. Poseidon, however, Hades' little brother that he'd spent so much time with trapped in their father's stomach?
He had a bit of leeway.
And so did his children.
If only slightly.
Hades stared at his niece. "If you did not steal my Helm, then why are you here? Why have you brought-"
"We're here for my mom," Priscilla growled. "You have her because you think I have the Bolt, so you think that we'll trade, Bolt for my mom. But since I don't have the Bolt, you have no reason to keep my mom. So. Give. Her. Back." Then, as an afterthought, "Please."
And now Hades was left totally confused because he could see the honesty and earnesty on Priscilla's face, and the utter terror on the other two's faces. Did they really not know...? Were they really ignorant...? They had to be. Or they were extremely good actors. Which they weren't. Hades knew his actors.
The god eyed the diaper bag slung over Grovette's shoulder. "You say you don't have the Master Bolt? Then what is that I sense there?"
All of them looked at the diaper bag in confusion.
"Uh, baby powder, diapers, pull-ups, changes of clothes, bottles, sippy cups, changing mats, pacifiers, and...I think that's it, actually," Priscilla said.
Hades rolled his eyes and said, "Maid, open that bag."
Grovette set the bag down and unzipped it. She let out a startled gasp. Annabeth and Priscilla peered over her shoulders, and they both gasped as well. Priscilla reached down, reached into the open package of Annabeth's pull-ups, and pulled out one of the pants, the one that was glowing. In her hand, the pull-up lengthened and changed shape, transforming from a training diaper to a tangible bolt of lightning that pulsed with barely tamed energy.
Priscilla was pale and confused. "But...we didn't...I mean, we..." Then her green eyes widened. "Ares. He gave us those pull-ups back in Denver. If he had the Bolt the whole time, then he probably has your Helm, too. But why would he-oh. God of war. War of the gods. He'd get seriously juiced up if the gods went to war."
"That may be," Hades said, channeling his own acting skills, "but that remains a theory while it remains a fact that you have brought the Master Bolt here before me, and now I will be taking it. I will use it to get my Helm back, and then claim Olympus."
Priscilla gripped the superweapon. She reached into her pocket, grabbing something that wasn't Riptide. Annabeth and Grovette saw, and they reached into their own pockets to grab their own somethings.
"I don't think so," Priscilla said. She did a great job ignoring the mushy goo that was filling the crevice of her butt and pushing her diaper away from her cheeks.
Her dirty diaper kind of ruined the badass image she was showing, holding the crackling lightning bolt while glaring defiantly at the God of the Underworld. Or maybe the fact that she was staring down Hades while wearing a poopy diaper made her even more badass.
You decide.
"Furies!" Hades barked.
The demon sisters shot from their perches with claws splayed wide. The trio of heroes crushed their pearls, bubbles forming around them that carried them straight up at an incredible pace.
'Mom, I'll be back for you,' Priscilla promised in her mind.
She looked up and squeaked at the sight of the rocky ceiling of the Underworld, thinking the bubble would hit, burst, and she and her friends would fall right into the Furies' claws. It was not the case. The bubbles went right through solid matter like it was air.
The darkness was a bit disconcerting, but darkness soon gave way to water. Lots of it. The surface drew closer and closer before BWOOSH-the bubbles breached the surface and the three went flying through the air. Reflexes kicked in and they all righted themselves, landing on the sand.
"Yay, superhero landing!" Priscilla chirped.
"And diaper changing time," Grovette said. "I can smell both of your stinky butts."
The girls blushed but were totally on board with getting their pants changed. The feeling of warm, mushy poop mashed against their butts was only so appealing for so long...where had that thought come from?
"Yeah, I can smell them too from way over here."
The trio whipped around to see none other than Ares casually lounging against his motorcycle. In his hand was a black helmet like the Spartans used to wear. He was turning it over and over, inspecting it.
"Ares," Priscilla growled. She gripped the bolt a little bit tighter. "You're the lightning thief, not me. You got me blamed, my mom kidnapped, and all of us cursed."
"Now, now, stinky. I wasn't the one that sent off Medusa's head and pissed off little Crater Face. That was all on you."
"But we wouldn't have ever been in New Jersey anyway if it weren't for you! You stole the Bolt and almost started a war between the gods! You almost destroyed the world!"
"Nonsense," Ares dismissed. "A bunch of destroyed cities, maybe some continental breakup, but the world would've been fine. No more than a billion total casualties, two tops."
The three just stared at the war god in mute horror as he casually spoke about the deaths of so many people.
"Now, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to kill you three and take the Bolt and the Helm back to Olympus. I'm going to say I caught you three escaping the Underworld after having threatened Hades, and were going to take these to Poseidon. Zeus will get pissed off, Poseidon will get pissed off, Hades will get pissed off, and the world will get pissed on. And I'm going to have a whole lot of fun during this global, godly war."
"Not gonna happen," Priscilla said. She reached into the pocket of her jumper and produced the pen that was Riptide. She popped the cap off and her sword grew to its full length, the bronze blade glowing. In her other hand was the Master Bolt.
Annabeth set her owl plushie down and drew her dagger while Grovette produced her reed pipes.
Ares laughed. "A sissy kitty maid, a sissy diaper bitch, and a pants-shitting babbler all draw weapons to fight the god of war. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. But not as bad as the beating I'm about to give you."
Ares set the Helm down on the seat of his bike and drew his shotgun from the holster. In his hand, the gun shimmered and transformed into a huge bastard sword.
Priscilla aimed the Bolt and managed to get it to work. A blinding arc of lightning shot forth with a mighty thunder clap. Ares raised his sword and the lightning struck the blade dead center, creating a flash of light in a minor explosion.
"You've got no idea how to use that," Ares casually said in Priscilla's ear from behind.
She yelped and whipped around, but the back of the god's fist connected with the side of her head, sending her sprawling to the sand several dozen feet away, her hands empty. She'd dropped the bolt and her sword. Priscilla just laid there in the sand, her head throbbing, her vision fading. A little string of consciousness told her she had a concussion, a big one, and a much bigger string of consciousness demanded she lose it and go to sleep.
No.
Priscilla was startled by the masculine voice that suddenly sounded off in her head.
Do not sleep. Look to your friends.
The sissy looked, and she was able to see Ares swing his sword, catching Annabeth's dagger. It saved her life, and she was sent flying. Grovette played something on her pipes, and seaweed burst from the sand. Ares scoffed and the plants caught fire, burning to ashes almost instantly. He raised his hand, Grovette was lifted off the ground, Ares closed his fist, the neko maid went flying through the air to him, and Ares slammed the pommel of his sword atop Grovette's head. She went down hard in the sand and did not get up.
"No..." Priscilla moaned, but the action caused her unbelievable pain.
She saw Annabeth get up and engage the war god. It was a very short fight. Annabeth slashed and stabbed but Ares just side-stepped and dodged before he slammed the flat of his sword against Annabeth's butt, giving her one hell of a spanking on her messy bottom. She went face-first into the sand and got a mouthful of beach.
"End of the line," Ares said. He raised his sword high as he stood over the dazed Annabeth.
Right as his arm twitched, Priscilla screamed.
"NOOOOOO!"
The ocean roared with her.
"Huh?" Ares blinked when he heard the violent surging of the waves. He looked up just in time to get smacked by a truck-sized fist of water. He went flying, spinning through the air, landing ungracefully on his face. He was quick to get up, brushing the sand from him. The glowing red light behind his sunglasses got bigger in surprise.
Priscilla was standing tall, diaper still full of poop, and behind her was the wrath of the sea. A towering wave was bearing down hard on the beach.
"You won't hurt my friends!" Priscilla thundered.
She thrust her hands out and millions of gallons of water surged for the war god. He screamed as he was engulfed and battered on every square-inch of his form. Priscilla's eyes darkened with rage as many memories came forward to serve as fuel for her power. Smelly Gabe's abuses, all the bullies in school, students and teachers alike, this whole quest business, Artemis's curse, the fact that her mom was still trapped in the Underworld, and ultimate, Ares himself.
He'd hurt Grovette.
He'd hurt Annabeth.
He was going to pay for it. And then some.
Overhead, the sky blackened with storm clouds. The wind picked up. The waves pounded the shoreline. Priscilla's gut tugged hard like she needed to throw up, fart, and poop all at once, but she ignored the warnings. Instead, she focused years of rage on Ares, trapped in a sphere of seawater, getting tossed and turned and bloodied and bruised. he couldn't teleport out or summon his godly power.
Priscilla was going to tear him apart and send him to Tartarus.
Or she would have, if not for Annabeth seeing what was happening and feeling incredibly frightened at the look on Priscilla's face. The blonde staggered over and threw herself onto the brunette, hugging her as tightly as she could.
"Please stop," Annabeth whispered in perfect English, babbling no more. "Don't go down that road. You won't come back. Please stay here. Stay with me."
Priscilla's fury instantly collapsed in on itself. The sphere dropped, flooding the beach. Ares flopped to the mud, a beaten and bloody mess. The ocean calmed and the skies cleared. Priscilla stood there in Annabeth's embrace. Then her eyes watered, and she broke down. She sobbed into the blonde's shoulder, terrified.
Grovette flinched and woke back up. She saw her girls hugging and crying, Ares neutralized a distance away, and she wasted no time in getting to her feet and stumbling her way to her girls, falling to her knees next to them to hold them as they cried.
"I can't do that again," Priscilla whimpered. "Don't ever let me do that again."
Annabeth kissed her forehead. "I won't. I promise."
Priscilla smiled. "You can talk again."
"Yeah, I guess I can. And we're still wearing dirty diapers."
"I can help with that," Grovette beamed.
Minutes later, the girls were wearing clean diapers. Yes, both in diapers. Annabeth elected to forego another pull-up since all the action had caused her to have a blowout, ruining another pair of jeans. Or would've, if not for Priscilla using the seawater to clean the pants. Now that they were both clean and dry, they looked at Ares, the Helm on his bike, and the Bolt discarded nearby.
"What now?" Priscilla asked.
"We get back to Manhattan and give Zeus his Bolt back," Annabeth said.
"The Helm?" the sissy raised a brow.
Before Annabeth could answer, the Furies arrived.
"We have seen and we have heard," Alecto said. "We will take care of it from here."
One of her sister's grabbed the Helm, while she and her other sister grabbed Ares. The war god groaned as the demons intentionally grabbed him by some of the most damaged areas. The all vanished in flumes of fire that came from below, leaving scorched sand in their wake.
"So, that's a thing," Priscilla said. "We've got until tomorrow to deliver the Bolt, and it took us a week to get here. What are we going to do? Even if we fly, assuming Zeus lets us, that's still a huge flight with tons of things that could go wrong."
"I can help with that."
Once more, the trio of heroes whipped around to face the speaker that suddenly showed up. This time, all three paled considerably.
"L-Lady A-Artemis," Priscilla stuttered.
She instantly got down on both of her knees and put her forehead in the sand, Annabeth and Grovette following suite.
"Rise, heroes, and look me in my eye."
They stood, and they looked Artemis in her silver eye. There was unrestrained pride in those moonlit orbs, like a mother looking upon her daughters as they graduated college.
"We will speak later. I can tell we have much to discuss, and many decisions to make. For now, however, Father requests your presence, Priscilla."
Artemis waved her hand, and the three vanished in a silver mist.
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Priscilla found herself before a humongous set of ornate golden doors. The doors to the throne room of Olympus, the home of the gods. In her hand was the Master Bolt, and in her chest was a thumping heart. She was still wearing her Ariel jumper, her messy black hair held out of her face with a blue headband with a bow, and her diaper was still taped around her hips, still clean and dry.
This was it. Her first real time meeting her father.
She could feel him inside.
Strangely enough, she felt no shame or embarrassment or humiliation in facing him like she was, diapered and sissified, just like she hadn't hesitated in getting her mom back despite her curse and the story behind it. Priscilla had come to feel totally comfortable, at ease, and at peace with her sissy diaper curse to the point it wasn't even a curse anymore.
Just the new normal.
With that in mind, Priscilla pushed the doors open.
PJOABDL
Hope you liked it!
Some changes to canon, obviously.
And how about the ending here? Do the heroes elect to have their curses removed entirely? Keep bits and pieces? Does Grover decide to crossdress, does Percy? Does Annabeth decide to still wear pull-ups? Will Percy keep wearing diapers? Do they join the Hunters as Artemis's newest daughters? Does Grovette join?
Just how does this story end?
I'm open to suggestions.