The Holy Sippy Cup War Chapter 7

7. Making moves to become Matron

Following the redheaded young man down an alley felt wrong to Jaguar Man, not because she was uncomfortable with the plan to subdue the unknown mage identified by her master, but rather because she wasn’t stalking in her natural habitat of the jungle.

She couldn’t perch or move here in the ways that came naturally to her. The fire escapes of buildings were a poor substitute for the treetops of her usual terrain and were causing her to become impatient. She wanted to catch him immediately—to pounce on him like prey.

Jaguar sat on her haunches with her footie pajama’s paws resting against the bar on a high piece of scaffolding. Her bottom wiggled in anticipation. The loose crotch of her outfit allowed the dipping core of her diaper to sway from side to side.

“He’d be so easy to take!” Jaguar purred to herself.

Lady Luvia had been very specific in her instructions though. Jaguar was just supposed to follow the student she’d called Shirou Emiya home, see where he lives, and try to identify his servant.

“But why follow him home when he’s right here?” she asked herself, “He can come home with me! I’ll pick him up and take care of him. It’s the best way to prove I deserve to be the Meowtran and not a dumb kitten!”

And with that Luvia’s plan was out the window as Jaguar pushed off the railing with her back legs, launching herself toward Shirou. “You’re mine!” she announced giving away her position.

The little gem her master had placed on her shoulder chirped disapprovingly, demanding that Jaguar stop and follow the plan. Even while being watched Jaguar didn’t care, reason had gone out the window.

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The shout from above caught Shirou’s attention, after which he whipped his head around. Upon seeing nothing behind him he remained tense but continued forward, unsure of his safety but not seeing an immediate threat. When a sudden weight dropped onto his shoulders he knew he’d made a mistake by not looking up.

Shirou fell backward onto the ground and suddenly there was a mysterious person on top of him pinning him down. “Fujimura!?” He exclaimed, catching eyes that looked distinctly like his old legal guardian’s. The hair and face were exactly the same, but despite her normally carefree nature, Shirou could never imagine her wearing such a ridiculous outfit.

“What are you doing?!” he exclaimed, “and what are you wearing, why do you have a pillow stuffed between your legs?”

She was resting her whole weight on Shirou’s stomach, sitting up with a smug face and crossed arms. “Who?” the woman asked loudly, “I don’t know who Fujimura is but I’m nyat them. How can you not recognize the great Jaguar Spirit!?”

Shirou was struggling under this mystery woman from the sky, stunned by her bold nature along with the sudden attack. She looked identical to the woman he’d known for so long but this couldn’t have been her, there being no way Taiga would do something like this.

He struggled beneath her, trying to squirm out from her while scoping out an escape. Something plush squished onto his body underneath the goofy simulacrum of Taiga, like a pillow had been strapped onto her bottom.

What sounded like a wrapper crinkling underneath her clothing distracted Shirou a little and a voice coming from up by his attacker’s ear drew most of his attention as he tried to parse out the words.

“It’s too late now,” it said, exasperation dripping off the words with each enunciated syllable, “Bring him here, maybe we can get force his servant to come to us."

The person calling herself Jaguar stood up abruptly, giving Shirou the chance to get out from under her. He skirted along the ground, pulling his legs from underneath her so that he could jump up. The crotch of the pajamas was low enough that the tips of his shoes brushed against it and, subsequently, the bulge hidden beneath it.

That weighty bump swayed heavily as his feet passed it. Shirou forgot about it quickly, having more important things to worry about. Escaping was his number one priority.

Within a second he was running down the alley, trying to put as much distance as possible between him and his would-be captor. His hope was that the wildly impractical clothing she was wearing would slow her down while he continued moving unimpeded.

He turned his head to look back, but he only made it halfway. To his immediate left was Jaguar, her face intensely serious and with a flash of predatory zeal in her eye. Time slowed as Shirou took in the scene.

She’d closed the gap he made in a flash, moving inhumanly fast after him with what seemed like a single leap. Her arms were outstretched, ready to snatch up Shirou within them with a tight hug. He was mid-run, with both feet off the ground in the middle of the little hop to add speed, putting him in the worst position to try and pivot or counter.

Jaguar glomped into his side as time resumed with Shirou flying through the air with a lady in kitty pajamas wrapping around him. He was waiting for the thud against a wall or the ground, expecting a hard landing and maybe another chance to escape if his pursuer was too stunned. It never came.

Instead, he found himself looking at the ground with the back of the woman’s clothing spreading out as an expanse of orange fabric.

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Jaguar had her target and he sat comfortably on her free shoulder while the communication gem on her other shoulder squawked in her ear, filling it with disapproval at her tactics. What if she’d hurt him, or what if someone saw?

The heroic spirit scoffed, ignoring her master’s concerns as she adjusted Shirou on her shoulder, making sure her grip was tight before taking off with him up the same fire escape she’d watched him from. "Don’t you worry meowster!” Jaguar affirmed, "I've got him just like you wanted and I'll bring him straight to you. No matter what servant he has, the mighty Jaguar will take care of them”

“Oh?” Luvia said, her tone somewhat mocking, “and while you're taking care of them, who will take care of him?"

"That’s easy," Jaguar declared, "all it'll take is one diaper and he can be my playmeowte!"

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The word “playmeowte” caused Shirou to cringe. Not only was it obnoxiously cutesy, but it followed the word diaper.

“Just what are you planning to do to me!?” he asked indignantly, still trying to wriggle free of his captor's grip. The mysterious twin of his teacher said nothing. Shirou couldn’t tell whether she was ignoring him because she didn’t want to answer his questions or because the squawking coming from the gemstone in her ear drowned him out. He wished he could get a better look at her, but being slung over “Jaguar’s” shoulder placed an orange spread of her pajama’s material in front of his vision, the ground rushing past just beyond it.

She kept a hand clasped across his thighs with his waist draped over her shoulder like a sack. It was a good thing too because the ground below them was moving at a dizzying speed. Little flashes of street markings and elevation changes told Shirou they were passing through various alleyways, even occasionally crossing streets throughout Fuyuki.

With little else to do Shirou smacked his hands against the rear of his captor, hoping it might be enough to get her to let him go. Unfortunately, it was like ramming his hands into a giant stuffed animal, the cushioning around her waist puffy and soft, crinkling with each strike.

The idea to cry out for help only came when Jaguar Man finally stopped and an emasculating yelp of the word “help” sounded from Shirou’s throat as the sudden stop jostled his stomach. It wasn’t loud enough to grab anyone’s attention, and before he could say anything else Jaguar was pushing her way through a door. He was cut from whatever hope of help he had.

The floor of whatever building they’d walked into was more of the same gray, a concrete slab base with no distinguishing features. Upon being let down Shirou was finally able to see the rest of the warehouse, with fogged windows and steel struts holding together sheet metal.

What he was set down on was a complete contrast to the rough building surrounding him. It was like a soft table with a vibrant blue color that was almost radiant among the dingy lighting in the warehouse.

Next to Jaguar stood another figure, slightly shorter than his pajama-clad captor but infinitely more intimidating. Her blue and white dress fluttered, blown about by a draft in the room. Rather than matching her cohort's radiating chaotic smile, her face portrayed obvious disappointment. Her blonde brows arched in slight surprise.

“This is the master?” the woman asked.

“Hey! What’s going o—”

Before he could even finish, Shirou was silenced by the girl in blue popping something into his mouth—a plastic mouth guard attached to a rubber nipple. Indignity flooded him as he recognized a pacifier.

“He’s the one you told me about, Meowster!” Jaguar exclaimed, shrugging her shoulders, “I only caught the mouse Mistress Luvia sent me after.”

Shirou tried to spit out the offending object pressing his tongue down, but upon pursing his lips he found it to be stuck fast in his mouth,the binky's cap glowing. Looking down he saw that it somewhat matched the stone that had been on the cat-woman’s shoulder.

“I’m not even feeling much in the way of ambient magical power from him, so he can’t be from a prestigious mage family. It feels like he’s just some random person. You’re positive no servant came when you tried to take him?” Luvia asked.

Shirou had a vague feeling he should be offended.

“Nope! Just him walking all alone, I couldn’t even sniff out another servant.”

“Well I’m certain the information I got is correct.” Luvia said, considering the situation for a moment, “I think your plan for him is best, keeping him where we can at least keep him docile while we aim to take the Matron position.”

Jaguar clapped with glee, reaching under the table that Shirou was sitting upon. She pulled up a folded pink diaper with a thickness to match the infantility of his pacifier.

Shirou’s eyes went wide and he tried to push himself away from the table, looking to make a break for it. Luvia stopped him with a single movement of her finger, not even needing to touch him. She pointed at Shirou and the cap of his pacifier glowed a brilliant green and suddenly he was laying on his back, stuck in place atop the table.

“We need to get his clothes off first. Jaguar, put the diaper down and get his pants, I’ll take care of his shirt.”

Shirou screamed inside his head, willing himself to break free of the unexplained hold. All that he’d seen in the past couple of days didn’t make experiencing this any easier. He needed help but the more he wished for that person to appear, the more he doubted they’d come, especially when his shirt was ripped away.

Luvia’s clothing removal was colder and more clinical as she made quick work of his top while Jaguar pulled away his pants and underwear more methodically, practically licking her lips as he was exposed to the open air of the warehouse. Confusing feelings flooded through Shirou. The helplessness of the situation combined with the similarity in this woman’s face to his adoptive sister/caretaker gave him a shameful sense of arousal.

Against his wishes, a slight erection started to jump up, only egged on by the fact it was being viewed by his two captors while he suckled a pacifier.

‘Awww,” Jaguar cooed, “isn’t he just the cutest? I can’t wait to get him all padded up and take him home.”

Luvia didn’t say anything, maintaining a hard look that betrayed nothing to Shirou. At the command of her wagging her finger he lifted his bottom, allowing the unfurled diaper to be slipped under. His bottom lowered into the soft padding crunching the shell beneath his weight.

He closed his eyes. “Please Chevalier.” With every fiber of his being Shirou sent a desperate plea out into the universe.

The sound of breaking glass came from above.

A shower of tinkling shards rained down, prompting Shirou to close his eyes in an effort to protect them. The woman named Luvia was shouting next to him while the simulacrum of his teacher hooted and hollered in excitement.

“Aggh, what’s happening?!” Luvia asked, sounding more annoyed by the intrusion than panicked.

Jaguar answered her with excitement dripping from her voice and a faint hint of predatory wonder as a loud thump hit the floor. “I told you he was a Meowster!” she proclaimed, “This must be his servant.”

Hope filled Shirou as he lay on the changing table: while still unable to move, he thought he might be able to feel the presence he’d been praying would appear. The person who’d sworn fealty to him in that shed several days ago had really come to his aid.

Cautiously Shirou opened his eyes, his gaze swapping between his two captors before landing on Chevalier.

The person who’d appeared wasn’t exceptionally imposing. They stood of small stature, wearing a rather decadent powder blue coat that showed off a very slender form underneath it. Ruffles and lace poured from every opening in the garment, making sure that the servant’s outline had very few hard edges. Instead, scalloped fabric decorated their body.

They wore no trousers, instead donning delicate see-through tights that hugged the body beneath them tightly. Their slender legs disappeared into a bulbous diaper that stretched the crotch of the tights violently with its girth.

Everything else about the figure was ornate yet gentle, from their pointed shoes to the decorated feathered hat that sat just a little too big on their head. Their overall presentation was immaculate and neat with only the diaper around their waist feeling drastically out of place. It was a rotund monstrosity that looked like it should have pulled such a skinny figure down with its sheer size.

Shirou gazed into the intense cerulean blue of Chevalier’s eyes which radiated kindness. “Mon Maître, I thought I told you not to go out without me. It’s not safe to wander by your lonesome during a time such as this.”

His emotions swelling, Shirou recalled how he’d been somewhat rude to Chevalier when they appeared. To his credit, the figure had appeared out of nowhere in the old storeroom and their tale of servants and a fantastical war of some kind was pretty unbelievable.

Still, Shirou wasn’t one to turn a person out onto the street and granted the androgynous stranger a bed for the past few nights till they could figure out what was happening. He’d been heading home to continue dealing with exactly that when the pair of women had jumped him and the entire explanation of masters and cryers had been proven real. The diaper underneath Shirou was proof enough of strange babyishness, and the magic provided evidence supporting the "mage war" Chevalier had spoken about.

Shirou looked at Chevalier with pleading eyes. He could barely bring the words thank you to his lips, and even if he could they remained blocked by the gemstone pacifier in his mouth.

Jaguar didn’t move at first, though a smile cracked her lips as wild excitement flashed in her eyes. Luvia seemed flustered and unsure of what to do for a moment as a torrent of senseless syllables slipped from her mouth.

She only managed to collect herself when it was too late as Chevalier dashed forward, rapier readied,  jabbing in the direction of the tiger-striped woman. “Lancer, get him!” she shouted.

In a flash Jaguar Man retreated, the point of the saber just barely missing her by inches. In a flash of sparkling gold a white rod topped with a giant cartoon cat’s paw appeared. As she twirled it menacingly the rounded paw at the top rattled slightly, sounding like hollow plastic filled with beads.

Something about that sound, rolling beads shifting through their plastic case caused Shirou’s head to go fuzzy when he heard it. Almost as if whenever he heard the rattling he was briefly rendered dumb.

When the paw crashed to the ground it definitely didn’t hit like plastic though. The weapon smashed open the ground with an intense thunderclap, leaving a heavy dent in the concrete floor, a web of small cracks radiating off of it. Shirou, still stuck to the table, watched in awe as Chevalier buzzed around the room, using the walls to propel himself at Jaguar.

Jaguar matched each strike with one of her own, parrying Chevalier each time. Luvia grumbled beside the table Shirou remained trapped on. She was tracking the fight to the best of her ability.

Shirou did the same, trying to see who was winning between the two. From what he could tell the exchanged blows were hardly bothering Chevalier but he could have sworn Jaguar winced once or twice. Luvia must have noticed this too because she started intervening. With a blue rock in one hand that matched the gem embedded in Shirou’s pacifier, she raised her arm, aiming the stone at a wall next to Chevalier.

A circle appeared from nothing, its fringes filling with runes over the span of a few seconds. The stone in Luvia’s hand exploded, shattering into a sparkle of blue dust before an arcing corona of intensely bright energy shot from the wall directly toward Chevalier with a thundering crack that filled the space.

Shirou closed his eyes to keep from being blinded and missed whether or not Chevalier survived the attack. He was left with a ringing in his ears that prevented any other sound from reaching them. He could see through his lids that the bright light hadn’t yet gone so he refrained from opening them in order to try and figure out what was happening.

The redhead cursed his uselessness. He could do nothing to help while trapped on the table, simply doing his best to somehow free himself from his constraints despite being of little use in fights such as this. He knew he was severely outclassed here, but that was no excuse for him to give up before even trying.

When the blinding white just beyond his eyelids started to fade, so did the ringing in his ears. The first sound Shirou heard wasn’t the clamber of battle that he expected nor was it a cry of victory from Jaguar

It was a gentle crinkling instead.

The diaper underneath Shirou was moving, folding upward to close around his exposed nethers. Shirou’s eyes flew open just in time to see Luvia’s devious smile.