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

Diaper U Ch. 01 (AB/DL)

... fundamentals as men's, but the nuances were vastly different; Warlocks worked alone, with lightning responses and raw strength no witch could manage, witches pooled their magic into covens that operated more slowly but with more delicacy, more staying power.

It was like the old saying-If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together. Warlocks were fast.

Or...they were in theory. Daniel had learned the basics of magic early, but he wasn't fast, and nothing his mom had taught him had built speed.

The catch-22 made him reel-he needed a teacher to get the speed and precision of a true Warlock, but his current abilities were so low that no school would take him.

While he pondered this, another hawk smacked into his window, flopping onto the wrought-iron fire escape outside his apartment. He winced, walking over to open it, while the bird gave him an annoyed look.

"I keep my space tidy," he said, rolling his eyes as he untied the letter from around its neck, allowing himself to feel a spark of hope. "Not my fault you can't tell clean glass from open air."

The hawk gave a croaking little caw, giving him a side-eye that seemed to say,'I'm better than you.' Even the birds were looking down on him today.

Once the note was in his hands, the bird squawked, flapped its wings, and took off to the skies once more.

"Okay," Daniel said, turning over the letter in his hands. "Let's see what we've got...Berrier University."

A distance-learning ...

... outfit, Berrier had been just about his last choice for application, but it was at leasta choice. He didn't need to attend for the full course-he could enroll for a semester, get enough proof that he could handle his shit, and take those grades to a real school.

He just needed his foot in the door. Holding his breath, he slid the envelope open and withdrew the note inside, mumbling the words as he read it aloud.

"Dear Mr. Aster,

We regret to inform you-"

Something was wrong with the note; after reading those first eight words, all the letters turned blurry and illegible.

He knew what the note said by heart, anyways. 'Your control isn't good enough, you aren't fast enough, you don't have the potential to be a warlock-you've got good grades on paper, go find work as an enchanter or something, maybe get a job teaching.'

And the message between the lines: 'You'll never be areal magician, so take the crumbs you can get. You just don't have what it takes.'

"Dammit," Daniel snapped, crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it into his trash bin. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. Annoyed, he snapped his wand-a stubby little thing with an ergonomic grip-off his desk and sent a shower of sparks at the note. It flopped into the air, overcorrected, and soared past the bin again.

He tried the spell again, and it this time flew straight up, no closer to being thrown away than if he'd left it to sit. On the third time, he spat out a word and flicked his wand ...