Diaper U Ch. 01 (AB/DL) - Sex Stories

Diaper U Ch. 01 (AB/DL)

Rejection hurt the most when it came in multitudes.

Daniel Aster prided himself in his resiliency and independence. He didn't care what any authority told him, he could bounce back from any criticism. If a critique held merit, he'd listen, and if it just broke him down without purpose, he'd ignore it. He knew he had power, and he knew that with the right training, he could control that power. He was a master warlock in the making.

The first rejection slip that came on his doorstep, delivered by a curiously intelligent Peregrine Hawk, he ignored. There were over a dozen great Warlock schools across all eight continents. (Maybe Mundanes thought there were seven continents, but they hadn't figured out indoor plumbing until the 19th century, so what did they know?) and plenty of smaller private institutions. It didn't matter if one said no.

The second slip, he laughed it off. 'Fundamentally incapable of controlling power' may have been a note in both papers, but what did that matter? He knew his control was a weak point, it just took one administrator to see that it could be improved, that it wasn't hopeless. Besides, they saw his strengths, didn't they? Good results on written exams, high levels of magical attunement-if it wasn't for piss poor control, he'd have been a cinch.

Eight rejection letters made his confidence waver.

He now had a stack of forty. So many letters that they made his waste paper bin overflow, so many that animal control had been called to ...

... complain about the bird poop spattering cars in front of his home-bird messengers were traditional, but perhaps a bit inconvenient.

When he got to be High Warlock, he'd see about getting official communication channels equipped with telephones and pagers.

If he got to be High Warlock. You didn't get elected to top positions without a prestigious degree to your name.

For all his confidence, he admitted needed education, practice, and a good teacher. Nobody became a master on their own; even Merlin had learned from the fae.

Only...that wasn't quite true. He didn't just need a teacher, he needed remedial classes, maybe a tutor-the kind of education he could only get with a lot of money or a top-tier school. He was like a toddler who'd never learned to walk while his bones were growing, and now required physical therapy to catch up; heknew he had the capacity but he couldn't stand up to prove it.

And with forty academies-public, private, long lasting institutions and barely-accredited night schools-all insisting he was unfit to be a warlock at all, Daniel had to admit that maybe they were right.

Maybe.

Lying on his bed, Daniel weighed his options. Give up, find a private tutor, bribe his way in-or keep digging for another school that he hadn't already applied to.

Maybe he could make an appeal to his upbringing-his dad had been Mundane, not a lick of magic in him. Only his mom had power, but naturally, she was a witch. Women's magic worked off the same ...