It was supposed to be a big day. A day that would prove to everyone, especially Babysittingway the lopporit who put herself at the head of the Free Company, that they weren't babies. The four adventurers would be taking on the Palace of the Dead, a deep haunted dungeon in Quarrymill. All adventurers of any salt have gone there and delved through its many levels.

The party consisted of four members. Snow a pizzly Machinist with alchemical skills (which the others incorrectly considered a plushie). Drifter a snow leopard Black Mage that specialized in damage and utilitarian spells (often involving his nearly constantly soaked diaper). Fiona the puppy, a tanking paladin known for her enchanted 'padded' armor and magical sword that looked like wood but could cleave steel with ease. Finally there was Loupy the wolf, who many nicknamed Puddle Princess Loupy for the trail they often left behind them (making stealth to not be tracked difficult for the group) was the white mage and healer for the party.

They navigated the first levels easily. Though monsters constantly respawned and had seen countless numbers of adventurers, and only the weakest adventures would fall to them. Despite the thick Lopporit-made pink diapers they wore, the adventures weren't babies and were eager to prove it. They had fought all over the world and even on the moon itself, yet other adventurers treated them like kids. Their boss Babysittingway was the worst of them all, treating them like helpless toddlers 24/7 when they were in the guild halls. But they would prove their doubters wrong in the depths of this dungeon.

Their supply of diapers was constantly getting lower as they got deeper and deeper into the dungeon, but everything was going well ... until Snow was distracted. They were deep in battle defeating a monster when their Machinist suddenly stopped shooting. Had Snow run out of ammo, forgetting to charge them with his aether ahead of time? Or was he in such dire need of a diaper change that he couldn't keep on fighting? Sadly the truth was soon revealed ... by a huge explosion.

They turned and the sight they saw explained all - the pizzly standing next to treasure chest with its top blown off, holding a still burning sock and muttering "but... the sock...". The sock-addicted bear must have seen the sock poking out of a chest, and despite having been told repeatedly to not open a chests during battle and absolutely not to before checking for traps - but he couldn't help himself and had rushed to take the sock and got blown up.

Unfortunately the rest of the party was also in the blast. The whole party their clothes singed, health low, aether depleted - and diapers about to leak, just stared at the bear. "Snow, Why!?" they all shouted.

All what Snow could reply was "but, the sock ... the sock .... um at least the blast killed the monster".

The others all sighed, they were in no shape to proceed and had no choice but to go back before even reaching the boss of level 10. Their attempt to be seen as real adventurers had ended in shame. Worse Babysittingway would likely have them work as cute mascots for wealthy people to pay to for the repairs to their gear.

Fiona was so upset, she yelled she was going to spank Snow all the way back to the surface, and all the way back to the Free Company base - and wacked the bear's butt with the flat of her blade.

This is a gift from @@loupylupine, continuing the adventures of the Smol Free Company in the world of FF14.

Art by SuchAEliott
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