The Holy Sippy Cup War Ch. 2: The Mage in the Dress and The Cryer in Pajamas

On the other end of the city, a blond woman clad in blue sneered at the summoning circle before her. She’d taken to her mansion out of town, setting up one of the bedrooms with the express purpose of summoning the most powerful servant possible (much like her opponent that she didn't yet know existed).

Her dress fluttered in the residual displacement of air from her spell as a figure stood in the middle of the room. She brought a white-gloved hand to her face in shock, before rubbing her eyes in disbelief. The long curls of her hair bounced as she snapped her attention between the sigils on the ground, the spellbook in her hand, and the figure staring back at her.

“Is it because I tried to summon without a catalyst?” She wondered, eyeing the spent ether stone opposite her, “Even then I should have brought forth some grand heroic spirit, not some strange woman in pajamas who is sucking on a pacifier!”

The servant in the circle smiled behind the plastic mouth guard in her mouth, eyeing the mage in her blue dress expectantly.

“I-” she started, faltering in her introduction, “My name is Luviagelita Edelfelt but you may call me Luvia. I’ve summoned you here to fight for me in the Holy Grail war. Who are you?” She posed the question carefully as she found herself somewhat worried about the response. Nothing about this character before her screamed ‘heroic spirit.’

The figure had red hair, with small rounded ears poking out from the short haircut. She wore a sort of full body suit vaguely resembling an undefined big cat. It was overly large and hung loosely off her body yet covered every bit ending in a pair of soft slippers.

“Like a child’s footie pajamas.” Luvia noted.

The neckline itself was a somewhat low V cut that showed a green-and-yellow striped shirt underneath. From Luvia’s viewpoint, it looked like a hood that resembled the head of a great cat was thrown back. From behind the figure, a striped tail twitched, both part of the pajamas and an extension of the servant herself.

Even through the loose garment, Luvia could see the billowing form of something around the servant’s waist, something she could only assume to be a diaper given the one-piece footie pajamas and the pacifier in her mouth.

The redhead pulled the pacifier from her mouth and let it fall from her hand. It disappeared, turning into gold flakes of energy midair. The woman flashed a smile that revealed two sharp canine teeth, like that of a cat.

“~Mrrroww, good to meet you, Miss Luvia.” The servant started, throwing an overly playful tone at the woman. “I am the beautiful goddess of the jungle, the hunter in the humid nights–I am Jaguar man! You may call meow Jaguar!”

For whatever reason, the servant struck a pose, punctuating her statement by radiating an aura of pride at her introduction. She stood for a moment with her eyes closed, waiting for the adoration to rain down from her new master. Unfortunately for her no such ardor came so she slowly opened one eye to see the blond across from her rubbing the bridge of her nose in an exhausted manner.

“Now hold on!” Jaguar called, quickly becoming indignant at the immediate dismissive attitude she was being met with, “You stop that right meow, I am a powerful servant!”

Luvia knew she was right but it didn’t change the ridiculousness of the heroic spirit standing before her.

“If she’s telling the truth. I haven’t just summoned a Heroic spirit,” Luvia thought, “she ranks among the divine, a god in human form…”

As tantalizing as having such a powerful ally was, there were still too many variables, too many questions to be answered between the two. The blond straightened herself, regaining the composed attitude she worked so hard to cultivate.

“I can’t allow my competitiveness to show here,” she thought, “I must remain in control as the Master.”

"Very well Jaguar,” she announced, stepping forward and presenting a gloved hand, “as your Master I accept you as my Servant.”

Jaguar cocked a wry smile, taking the blond’s hand in hers and giving it an enthusiastic shake.

“And I accept you as my Meowster!” she said happily.

Luvia cringed at the bad pun, unsure if she’d ever get used to the idea that her servant would constantly be making them. It felt like it took everything she had to push down her outward disgust at it and instead direct a more immediate question outward.

“What servant class do you occupy, Jaguar?” she asked.

The woman stepped back, creating some space between her and the mage to materialize her weapon of choice. In a flash of brilliant energy, a long polearm appeared. On one end a small golden ball glinted in the light of the room on the other was a massive caricature of a cat’s paw, unknown pink and yellow metal flashing a reflection of light into Luvia’s eyes.

The length of the weapon suggested that Jaguar occupied the lancer class but the look of it left the mage speechless. It was like a massive toy! A child’s rattle made to keep the attention of an easily amused infant. To her chagrin the thing actually did make a tinkling noise as the servant moved it, suggesting that the giant cat’s paw ball was full of beads to match the aesthetic.

“I’m a lancer.” Jaguar declared, dispelling her weapon and holding up a tight fist, “I’m quick and strong and prefer to keep people at range.”

Her face fell suddenly as she thought about the next part of her introduction and looked somewhat sheepishly at Luvia. “I also wasn’t lucky enough to be chosen as the Matron this time around so as you guessed, I’m one of the Cryer class servants too.”

Jaguar avoided making eye contact with the mage, seemingly embarrassed by this admission despite the fact that she was already openly babyish.

The words themselves stuck in Luvia’s mind: Cryer and Matron. “What do you mean Cryer class?” she inquired.

The Servant looked at her with surprise and pulled at a zipper on the edge of her body suit. It rasped out to the empty room, slowly revealing the striped shirt underneath and the massively bulky padding below that.

Jaguar’s suit had hidden what looked to be a beach ball-sized bulge around her hips, its reflective shell dotted with small paw prints all along its puffy middle core.

Luvia gasped at the sight. She’d suspected the garment existed underneath the servant’s loose clothes but its sheer size was more than she was prepared for and the confirmation of its existence instilled no faith in her new companion.

“Right, a Cryer. One of the six babyfied servants in the war meant to face the Matron who tries to subjugate the rest.”

“This is normal for her,” Luvia thought, amazed by the frankness of her absurd servant, “this isn’t just her perception. This is the way of the grail war itself and I have to adapt to that.” She eyed her servant again and cringed internally, “It doesn’t matter how insane it’ll look…”

She spoke aloud now, gathering her composure to maintain the air of authority in the room. “Pretend I know nothing of this Cryer class: How does it play into this War?” she asked.

Jaguar cocked her head, seemingly struggling to understand the ‘why’ of the question. “Well… A Cryer is a servant who is struck with infantile features, afflicted with a handicap of sorts. Our powers are somewhat weakened and we have… issues.”

The perfectionist in Luvia screamed from the inside; even if she did have the luck of summoning a divine class servant, to think they'd been weakened with this stupid modifier class. It was so absolutely absurd that her brain had a hard time processing the information.

“Rather than battling the other six servants,” Jaguar continued, “We have one big target. A single servant has been summoned with the Matron class and we have to get them!”

“So it’s not just a battle of giant babies.” Luvia thought, tapping her chin with a single finger. “And who is the Matron?” she asked.

“How should I know?” Jaguar shrugged. She looked around her for a moment, seemingly disappointed with the emptiness of the room before sitting down on the floor. “Ahh,” she breathed, “That’s better, we’ve been talking for so long, I thought my legs would give out. Anyway, we don’t know who the Matron is, just that they exist. If we can overpower the Matron and reverse the roles the title would become mine.”

This caused the competitive side of Luvia to awaken, she wasn’t the only one at a disadvantage then, and if sheer power didn’t win, craftiness could. “So what does the Matron do?” she asked.

At this Jaguar shrugged again, pawing at her stomach. “The Matron’s job is to round up and break down the Cryers. Once they’ve done that they can summon a nursery for all of us and use the power to bring forth the grail.”

Luvia nodded, a plan already being formed in her mind; first and foremost, she needed to first figure out who the Matron is. “You can still fight as a Servant then?” she asked worriedly.

“Of course!” Jaguar exclaimed, “Just because I’m in diapers doesn’t mean I can’t claw my way through any other servant! My babyish aspects won’t go away though, I’ll be in pampers unless you can make me the Meowtron.”

Luvia nodded again, working through the complexities of all of this. The grail war was certainly different this time around, but she could use that to her advantage. She needed to take that title for Jaguar. It would help to lose the ridiculous guise of the Cryer class and it was likely an advantage that couldn’t be overlo—

A loud hissing sound tore her attention away from her strategies as she turned to face the source. It was coming from Jaguar. She looked at the still open one-piece pajamas, her eyes fixated on the dipping crotch of her padding.

From a single spot a yellow stain spread outward, engulfing the paw print designs visible on the front and causing them to fade away quickly. The puffy core itself seemed to swell a little with the added liquid. Jaguar herself seemed to be lost in the ecstasy that came with the relief of an emptying bladder.

Luvia should have noticed it before from the idle clutching of her abdomen that something was wrong with the servant, but she never could have expected that being a member of the Cryer class actually meant they’d be using the padding they wore.

The hissing emanating from Jaguar’s crotch slowed and eventually ceased, but the look of relief on her face remained. She glanced up to her new master from the floor. “Will you change me meow?” she said shamelessly.

The blonde was taken aback by this request and stammered for a response. None seemed able to pass her lips as her wide eyes locked with the soft hazel of her servant. She ended up sighing and giving a slight nod.

“This is my servant…” she thought defeatedly, “It’s best to take care of her if I hope to stand a chance. I only hope Tohsaka is having as much trouble as I am...”

With her acceptance of the situation she had her servant step out of her Jaguar suit, leaving only the striped shirt and diaper. Both her ears and tail twitched as Luvia approached and, in a puff of smoke, a myriad of changing supplies appeared next to her.

“There’s one bonus of the Cryer class–all diapers are provided for us!"

Luvia found herself unimpressed and pulled a gem from a pocket in her skirt. She held it out and started whispering an incantation.

Jaguar cocked her head again until things started floating around her. Powder, lotion, and a new diaper all swirled about slowly and there was a sudden tug at the waistband of her nappy. However, it stayed firmly in place, only slightly squishing against her from the magic.

Another tug, this time at the tapes pinning the now soaked padding to her, but they stayed firm, holding her diaper closed despite the force.

Luvia stopped upon seeing this, her face falling.

“Oh yeah!” Jaguar said, a realization striking her, “I’m a lancer so magic doesn’t work so well on me. You’re gonna have to change me by hand.”

This broke the mage: she could no longer keep up her graceful appearance at this news and she tossed the stone to the ground angrily.

“No!” she shouted, “This is supposed to be a competition for the holy grail! I didn’t think I’d have to change the diapers of a grown woman who couldn’t help but pee herself. You’re supposed to be a goddess–how can you have fallen so low!?”

Jaguar locked eyes with Luvia, becoming somewhat serious for the briefest of moments. “This is simply the way it is, Master. I’d sooner help you win than submit, but you must understand that this isn’t easy for me either, it’s just the way of my class. Now please will you help meowt of this diaper?”

Understanding struck the mage after that statement. Jaguar was just as much a victim of chance as she was, but her carefree attitude afforded her a greater acceptance of it. She wasn’t bothered by the situation but simply lived with it, almost relished it.

“Fine,” Luvia said, turning her gaze away, “lie down then so I can change you.”

Jaguar gave another smile, dropping the dipping crotch of her now cold and clammy padding down onto a cat paw adorned changing mat at her master’s request. The pacifier from before materialized back in her mouth, but her smile could not be hidden by the plastic mouth guard, seeing overly pleased by the accord struck with Luvia.

The mage rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and removed her gloves, preparing herself mentally for her part of the process that was about to take place.

Jaguar lay in front of her expectantly, happily suckling away at the pacifier in her mouth.

The tapes of the diaper ripped away easily, and Luvia brought the front up, out, and down, releasing the acrid smell of the urine-soaked nappy to the open air.