Vanquishing The Valkyries Prologue (Patreon)

Thanks as well to the amazing Living Infinite for these lovely pics of General Allura-- be sure to check him out on tumblr-- and make sure you scroll all the way to the bottom to check out a couple of variants by LI.

General Allura, Supreme Commander of the invasion force of the sacred Order of the Valkyries, nervously smoothed her uniform with her hands once more, watching the Queen’s craft slowly descend into the hanger, it’s ornately etched golden shell concealing the fact that it was not only the fastest and best armed ship in the fleet, but also allowed the Queen and her inner circle to exert control over every aspect of the Valkyrie Empire from anywhere in the known universe.  

     The landing chamber was empty, it’s domed roof siding open to accommodate the Queen’s ship before sliding back into place with a soft hum. Allura chewed her lip, sucking down deep breaths and trying to calm herself. Things hadn’t been going their way, and now she was going to have to explain herself to the Queen.

     Allura had read the reports; she knew that, in the entire history of their order, morale had never been so low. She’d heard the rumours, knew what the other officers were saying behind her back, she’d even picked up on the gossip from off world-- she’d botched the invasion of Tao-Beta 4, even after the population had surrendered without a fight.

     Fortunately, the more embarrassing details of the story were being kept under wraps... at least for the moment.

     She ran her hands nervously over her crisp uniform once more, blushing when she touched the bulging, padded crotch. Unconsciously, she reached around to touch her rump her heart beating furiously as she gripped the bulging seat of her pants and squeezed, conscious of the resulting crinkle-- muffled a little by the panties she’d pulled over top of them--- but definitely noticeable if you listened.

     She’d spent nearly 20 minutes staring at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that, checking out her padded rear end from every possible angle to determine how visible her protective undergarment was beneath the tight trousers of her dress uniform. Though her bottom was a little bulky and blocky, she determined that her jacket provided enough cover that you wouldn’t notice unless you looked directly at it. It was hardly an ideal situation... but given the events of the past few months, it would have to do.

     The ramp descended from the ship. General Allura snapped to attention. Ordinarily, the arrival of the Queen would be met with much fanfare, but her Majesty insisted on keeping her visit a secret... at least for the moment. So it was the General meeting Her Majesty by herself... well, unless you counted Oolon. As quiet and inscrutable as the other members of his race, he hovered in the background, a solemn little gnome ready to do her bidding at a moment’s notice. Like most of his people, he’d willingly given himself into servitude to the Valkyries following the surrender of his planet.

     Many in the order had sneered at the Betas and called them cowards, but to General Allura, it was a simple equation-- the Valkyries, conceived and born in labs, their DNA refined by generations of genetic engineering to be the perfect human specimens, were created to be as vicious in battle as they were beautiful. The Betas, though possessing a scientific intellect unparalleled in human history, were short and squat, physically weak after centuries of over-reliance on technology. More than that, their pacifist philosophies strictly forbade violence of any kind-- when the invasion came, the little dwarfs were literally incapable of defending themselves. The proposition was clear from the moment the Order had entered their system: surrender to us or have your entire civilization wiped from existence.

     And yet, in spite of all of that... no, I can’t think about that now, she told herself. Allura watched the Queen and her personal guard disembark from their craft, beautiful, powerful, immaculate in their armor-- and at the center, the Queen herself, generally considered the most gorgeous woman in the universe, her beauty cultivated by generations of genetic augmentation. General Allura approached at a brisk pace, her confident expression undercut by the tight bulk and the tiniest hint of a rustle from inside her pants.  

The Queen turned her gaze to her and grinned lazily, and Allura felt a stab of submissive loyalty that bordered on fear. It wasn’t a natural reaction, and she knew it-- feelings of overpowering adoration towards the Queen were programmed into Valkyries while they were still in the gestation tanks via the subliminal learning programs used to impart all the basic information they would need when they emerged, fully grown, so that they would be able to immediately enter training.

     “And it’s also true that, rather then resisting, they voluntarily agreed to share their technology and assist us in any way possible... and yet--” Allura steadied herself, feeling the Queen’s rage beginning to slip through, “not only have you not netted the Order any significant technological advancements, your forces have been all but driven out of all major urban centers, nearly a third of your troops have been incapacitated by a mysterious illness nobody seems to be able to describe the nature of-- and I find you here, sulking in your base instead of out getting doing your job.”

     “General Allura,” The Queen said, her seemingly benign greeting punctuated with a predatory smile that Allura knew meant business-- and wanted answers. “It would seem we have much to discuss.”

     “Er-- yes, your Majesty,” she said clearly, proud of herself for not stammering... if only my legs would stop trembling, she thought, cursing herself for her fear... it was totally unacceptable in a warrior, especially one of her rank... but the events of recent weeks, she admitted to herself, blushing as she squeezed the padding of the diaper between her athletic thighs, had undercut her confidence a little. “I- I prepared a conference room for us... I know you wanted privacy--”

     “Very good,” The Queen responded haughtily. “Lead the way.”

Allura nodded in response, fixing Oolon with a sharp look. “Make sure we’re properly refreshed,” she snapped, leading the Queen and her entourage through the exit.

     “As you wish, madam,” he said, as inscrutable as always. He watched her scurry off, tugging down her coat at the back in a vain attempt at concealing the outline of the bulky diaper that was not quite hidden by her trousers. He made his way towards the kitchen, stopping only briefly to converse with one of his fellow Beta servants.

     “Be ready, Doohan,” he said softly. “The hour is approaching.”

     “This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Oolon,” he warned. “I hope this distraction of yours will be sufficient... I’m going to need at least ten minutes just to get into that damn thing,” he said, nodding towards the Queen’s craft.

     “Don’t worry,” Oolon said sagely. “They’re going to be quite occupied, I assure you.”

“I must say, I’m quite confused, General,” The Queen said, archly, detached amusement masking her true feelings... Allura squirmed in her chair, vividly aware of the extra padding she was packing under her bum. “I had heard that this planet was inhabited by pacifists...”

     “That’s true, your Majesty, but--”

     “I had also heard,” The Queen said, as though Allura had never begun speaking, “that they had effectively surrendered before a Valkyrie had even set foot on their planet... is that correct, General?”

     “Yes ma’am,” she said immediately, “but--”

     “And it’s also true that, rather then resisting, they voluntarily agreed to share their technology and assist us in any way possible... and yet--” Allura steadied herself, feeling the Queen’s rage beginning to slip through, “not only have you not netted the Order any significant technological advancements, your forces have been all but driven out of all major urban centres, nearly a third of your troops have been incapacitated by a mysterious illness nobody seems to be able to describe the nature of-- and I find you here, sulking in your base instead of out getting doing your job.”

Allura licked her lips, fighting to suppress a quiver in her voice. “Your Majesty--”

     “I’m tired of excuses, General!” The Queen snapped, and Allura hated herself for flinching. She had achieved the highest possible rank in the order of the Valkyrie-- yet here she was, being scolded like a small child-- and while sitting with a diaper strapped her her butt to boot. Having been grown in a tank and “born” fully grown and educated, the General had never been a child... but somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew this must be exactly how a little girl felt when she got scolded in school.

     “I want to know why the invasion hasn’t proceeded according to plan. I want to know why, in spite of the fact that the native population has unconditionally surrendered and you’ve faced no resistance, you have been driven out of the cities. And I want to know the nature of this ‘Beta Belly’ aliment that has decimated your forces.”

With a heavy sigh, vividly aware of the diaper squishing under her well-toned butt, General Allura began to speak. “At first, the invasion went exactly according to plan,” Allura said, voice as clear and confident as she could muster. “As expected, the Betas surrendered without a fight, and there has yet to be a single recorded incidents of violent resistance or retribution. Our troops rolled into the capital with ease and took control in a matter of days. A celebration was declared... Major Stallar and her officers dined privately at their headquarters. That was our first encounter with Beta Belly.

     “At some point during the celebration, the Major became... violently ill, swiftly followed by her officers. Within literally a matter of moments everyone in the room was, er... sick,” the General said, aware she was blushing. She preyed she could gloss over the gory details... but she found herself cringing before the Queen’s cross examination once more.

     “A good start, General... but what exactly is the nature of this condition? Your reports are a little short on details.”

General Allura swallowed heavily... the moment she had been dreading had finally arrived. She’d held off, glossed over, and obscured the issue for months. Now she was going to have to account for the true nature of their embarrassing defeat. She tapped out a series of commands on the keypad embedded in the table in front of her, calling up both the report on the incident and the security footage-- which had been classified top secret to keep word of the humiliating incident from leaking out.

     “‘During the meal, the Major reported feeling a mild intestinal distress,’” Allura read from the report, the Queen listening with a stony stare, inscrutable as she watched the footage: a seemingly normal dinner, a common sight in officer's quarters all over the universe. “‘She reported that the feeling began rapidly increasing, and in the middle of the meal she, er... lost control of her bowels,’” Allura continued, blushing as the Queen raised an eyebrow, watching on the holographic footage as Major Stallar suddenly rose from her seat, the chair tipping backwards and clattering to the floor. The seat of her dress trousers began to bulge and darken noticeably, and if the General hadn’t muted the audio, the Queen would have been treated to a course of shrieks and flatulence.  

General Allura pressed on. “Er... ‘the other officers also reported feelings of discomfort in their abdominal regions-- they had their own bouts of fecal incontinence moments later.’” The video showed the chaos the report had deliberately understated-- within moments, the other officers had risen to their feet, some reaching back in a vain attempt to forestall the inevitable... they screamed and cried, and as Allura watched the seats of their pants turning brown, she was thankful the footage didn’t have audio. “The Major and the other officers present are currently on medical leave, and the cause of the incident is unkno--”

     “Oh please!” The Queen snapped. “It’s obvious that Major Staller and her ridiculous entourage were poisoned... probably by these silly natives you insist on employing.”

     “Uh... no ma’am,” Allura stammered, “Our scientists analyzed everything they came into contact with, including the food-- they came back absolutely clean, no traces of anything unusual. Likewise, the officers themselves had nothing foreign in their bodies, nothing either chemical or bacterial to explain the incident. We probably wouldn’t have made a note of it, except...” she hesitated.

     “Don’t keep us in suspense, General,” the Queen said sardonically, and Allura took a deep breath before moving on.

     “Over the course of the next week or so, we began seeing a number of similar incidents throughout the capital,” the General said, reddening as she admitted the troops under her command had been having accidents in their uniforms, at though they were a bunch of naughty schoolgirls. “All seemingly at random, with absolutely no connections between incidents that our investigators could discover. Sometimes individual troops, sometimes entire squads. Each time the scene tested negative for all know laxative substances, and the soldiers are healthy and don’t appear to have been poisoned, and the doctors are unable to find any bacterial or viral infection that could cause anything like this...”

     “General, please answer me one simple question: what, exactly is ‘Beta Belly?’”

     “Beta Belly is the term the troops came up with to describe the phenomena. Truth is, our scientists are baffled. Soon, we started seeing attacks of BB in every major city across Tao-Beta, seemingly affecting only our troops and not the local populations....”

     “I know that, General!” the Queen shouted angrily, making Allura reflexively jump a bit in her chair, cringing... in her conditioned mind, the effect of being yelled at by the Queen was akin to a little girl getting to trouble with her Mommy. Allura felt a tiny squirt of pee jet into the soft padding of her diaper before she could clamp down on it... not much, but enough to make the padding moist and make her blush darken. “I have reports of your troops being hospitalized all across the planet because of some mysterious illness nobody wants to describe to me.. Why did I have to travel halfway across the galaxy just to get a straight answer from you-- and to find out that the most perfect warriors that the universe has ever known are losing control over a planet of hippy dwarf pacifists... and I find out it’s because you’ve all been down here shitting your pants for the last six months?!

     “And what about them?!” she said, gesturing to Oolon, who had entered to deliver the refreshments. “You’ve been subjected to repeated acts of sabotage and you still see fit to keep these... things... employed?”

     “As I say, there’s been no evidence of any malicious intent-- our scientists are now looking into possible environmental causes, something that the Betas have developed an immunity to... Actually, the Betas have been nothing but helpful...”

An understatement-- since the order was all female, the Valkyries relied on advanced cloning techniques, the craft finely honed over the course of many centuries. Combine with the subliminal learning programs, this meant a Valkyrie was ‘born’ fully adult with a lifetimes worth of education-- including potty training. No Valkyrie in the history of their order had ever worn diapers-- before they got to Tao-Beta 4, that is. Fortunately, the Betas, a most advanced and industrious race were easily able to accommodate their needs. For the past few months, diapers, designed, manufactured, and provided by the Betas specifically for use by the Order, had become an increasingly common sight in Valkyrie outposts and installations across the planet, and although the commanding officers didn’t like it, circumstances demanded it... especially when the medical corps began complaining about the potential health hazards. Allura herself had issued the decree-- any Valkyrie of any rank who had an accident was required to report directly to sickbay and go into diapers until she could earn her uniform back by going three weeks without accidents. Most could manage without breaking a sweat-- but a few of them... Allura shifted uncomfortably in her soggy diaper, listening attentively for the telltale crinkle.

Oolon’s race had learned long ago to suppress their emotions, bury them deep beneath the surface of a flat, inscrutable facade. As he presented the refreshments, it didn't appear that he was even listening. On the inside, he couldn’t help being amused. The Valkyries, for all their prowess in the art of war,  were all but helpless against the campaign of psychological warfare the Betas had been waging against them. Their methods were unusual, some might say crude... but nobody could argue with the results-- the Valkyries had been driven back to their bases and were teetering on defeat. And tonight, they hoped to put a stop to their tyrannical empire once and for all.