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Getting changed was embarrassing, sure, but when he actually needed one? So much worse.
Spike was getting quickly changed out of his used training pants and into a new pair. The entire experience wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. The Espeon changing him was also constantly teasing him about it, since he’d said earlier he didn’t need them, and now showed off that he did need it.
Wet wipes were pretty uncomfortable on him, too, but he was sure he had it better than most being Fire-Type and all. Having body heat being magnified like that really helped in a lot of scenarios, like in battling where attacks involving ice and fire really didn’t do much to the Quilava. But he was still weak to water.
“Now was that so bad? I’d appreciate a thank you, you know.” taunted the Espeon. “It’s not exactly like you could do it yourself.”
“A-alright… Thanks…”
“Thanks to whom? I didn’t catch that.”
“Ms. Lavender. Thank you.”
Smiling, she turned around to leave. “You’re welcome.”
Spike jumped off of the changing table and left the room, shutting the door behind him as he turned to face the center of the room. It appeared that the finger painting was mostly all finished, and he spotted the Ninetales worker, Lumen, hanging up a few of the most sophisticated ones, which looked to be literally everyone who’d made one.
The Smeargle’s still stood out as the most impressive, as the fairly lifelike picture really popped out towards Spike. He never really saw the process, but the end result was really cool to him.
And next to the Smeargle’s artwork was his brother Ren’s ‘art’. Just random splotches of paw shaped ink in many different colors combined to create what would sell for millions if you could convince someone well enough that it was truly modern art. But art is in the eye of the beholder, so surely anything could sell for any price.
And speak of the devil, Ren came bounding up towards Spike, probably wondering where he went.
“Hi! Where were you? I waited by the potty room but I couldn’t find you there.” Ren asked, unsure what actually happened.
“W-well, Ren, I was just having a talk with Lavender about… things.” Spike replied. “We were talking about how… what’s for dinner!”
“So what’s for dinner?”
“She… didn’t tell me, she said she wanted to keep it a secret” stated Spike. “Sorry for going over here and not telling you, Ren.”
“It’s okay! So you don’t have to go potty anymore?” he asked.
“U-uh… I already went! While you were in there, I used a stall when someone got out, so I must’ve gone super fast!” Spike said.
“Cool! Do you wanna come play with us?” Ren asked, as he gestured over to the new friends he made.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll just watch if that’s fine.” And with that, Ren nodded and bounded off to his friends to go and play on the indoor swings. Spike scanned the area and returned to his previous location on the beanbag chair to lay back and close his eyes to sleep.
“Spike. Hey? Spiiiiike. Are you here right now?”
Blinking awake, Spike found his eyes staring at the perpetrator of his failed nap, the Espeon Lavender. Quickly darting his eyes down, he saw that his training pants were thankfully dry.
‘Of course they are, I’d never do that…’
“Is there something you need?” he curtly asked.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, but that’s pretty rude to speak to me like that. I’d appreciate some manners next time, mister.” the Espeon folded her legs and laid down in front of Spike. “I just wanted to ask you about how your life had been going, seeing as you not only skipped lunch, but also aren’t really doing anything.”
“I skipped lunch?” Spike said, shocked he slept that long.
“Oh yes. And we cooked up something very special today, too bad you missed it. Me and your brother both tried to wake you up, but you just looked too cute sleeping I just couldn’t do it.”
“So why did you wake me up now, then?”
“Well, you see, I’m bored too.”
“...”
“So, will you tell me about your adventures in the world? Or will you just go back to sleep until your trainer arrives? He called, too. He’ll be back in about ten more minutes as of now, at 2:30.”
“Fine. But only because I want to tell you something to remember me by when I hit it big.” Spike boasted. “I’m going to be a team member of the Champion!”
“Oh? That seems like a lot of training ahead of you.” The Quilava nodded. “I’d be more concerned about that, though, it seems your potty training needs a bit of work before you focus on battle.” Lavender giggled, prodding at the Fire-Type’s displayed diaper.
“W-well there was this one time, where my trainer Kris was in trouble.” Spike said, moving along the subject. “There was this huge Beedrill in a forest we traveled through, and I rocketed a huge Flamethrower at him and he ran away crying! Then after I did that I evolved! It was so cool, you should’ve been there.”
“Actually, Lavender, how did you evolve?” Spike asked. “I-if you want to tell me, that is! If not, it’s fine.”
Lavender smiled. “Well, I evolved here! Grandma isn’t my trainer, rather I came here wild because I heard there were lots of interesting Pokémon here, and so I’ve stayed here ever since, and my friendship with Grandma and Lumen helped me evolve.”
“Oh. That’s cool! So you can talk to Grandma, right?”
“Sure can! Perks of being a Psychic-Type, right?” she beamed.
Lavender blinked and turned around to meet a surprised Ren who had approached her earlier.”
“How did you know that I was here Ms. Lavender? It’s like you can read minds!” the Cyndaquil stated in awe.
“Well, only sometimes! What do you need from me, Ren?”
“Well,” Ren fidgeted in place. “I was wondering if you could take me to the potty, please?”
“Of course I can! Does Spike need to go too?” She turned to look at him.
“N-no, not even a little bit.”
“Still, let’s all go together! I think I also need to go, too. Now, let’s go before someone has another one of their accidents!” Lavender winked at Spike, eliciting a blush as the trio walked off to the potty area, as Spike looked around and saw a Purrloin in need of a change, the discoloration on the diaper clearly evident.
Walking into the stall area, Lavender and Ren both picked a stall to go into and did their business with no issue. Ren did find that taking off and pulling up his training pants were quite easy, which he thought were convenient.
The three then met up outside the stalls and washed their paws, the Fire-Types making sure that they did so properly in order to avoid a good scolding from the Espeon’s watchful eye.
“Now I believe it’s time for you two to go, now. Your trainer is arriving in about a minute, so he will arrive very soon.” Lavender explained as she led the three of them to the daycare’s entrance. “I’ll dearly miss you both, I hope you can come visit again sometime soon.”
“W-well, Lavender, we’re battlers. We travel a ton to get the gym badges to grow stronger. I don’t think this is an area we’d stay in or come back to… I’d also like to see you again, though. Despite what… happened…” Spike blushed a bit. “It was a pretty fun day here. A-and I like talking with you Lavender, I think you make a great friend.”
“That’s… very nice of you. I also thought you were nice to talk to, and I wish I could come with you on your journey, but these children need eyes to watch over them. I wish you two the best.” Lavender nodded in farewell as, in the lobby, she left the two diapered starters to wait for their incoming trainer. Although Spike and Ren were no psychics, they didn’t need mind reading to tell that the Espeon was holding back a small tear or two.
“Welcome back! I’m trusting your errand hunt went as expected, sir?”
“Yeah, it went okay. It was nice to get my credit card so now all my payments are easy! And I’m glad that even though I’m 14, I can still do the gym challenge in Johto!”
“Oh how splendid! How many badges are you currently at?”
“Just two, but I’ll be the big shot you see on TV one day, just you wait!” Kris flashed a cheeky grin.
“Well, I’m sure you will! Dream big young man! Your payment, please.” She handed over a small card reader where Kris swiped his card and a short ding was heard, indicating a success.
“You’re all set! Your Pokémon are through that door on the right. Care to hear a report?”
“Nah, it’s all good. I’m sure they were… Fine…”
Kris’ brow furrowed as his eyes darted downwards between the opened door towards his two Pokémon, wearing an unfamiliar garment to him.
“About that report… what happened if I may ask?”
“Well,” Grandma began. “I was informed by my assistants that your Cyndaquil performed quite well with no slip ups today. Your Quilava, however, did have an accident today, but I was told it wasn’t too serious.”
“Accident? Why are they in diapers?” Kris questioned.
“Well, you said they lacked basic training on the form for admission. If I do say, unless your memory is spotty, you’d be spot on in that regard, as they both most certainly acted as if that was the case. Perhaps you need a bit more sleep yourself? It’s quite important amongst young men like you.” Grandma said, setting the Poke and Great balls onto the counter.
“I… No, it’s fine. Spike, Ren.” The two looked up to him, Spike’s eyes looking off in embarrassment, as Kris pocketed their balls. “Let’s go, I have some training planned for today, but now I’m thinking a discussion is better.”
“Sorry, Kris…” Spike said, dejected at the reminder of his accident.
“Now, it’s alright. I’m sure the confusion helped it a bit, but let’s talk later.” Even though Kris couldn’t make out the words, he could make out the feelings. Grabbed the diapered Quilava and Cyndaquil and allowing the two to be on his shoulders with their diapered rumps on display for the world, the three set off.
“Thanks, miss!”
“You have a great rest of your day!”
Spooning off to the nearby forest, Kris laid down his tent and set it up, instructing the Quilava to light a small fireplace for them for the night.
“So, Spike… want to tell me what went on in there?” asked Kris.
“Well there was this thing and they made us wear diapers and wanted us to potty train but we were already trained and then we had to go but then it was full so I let Ren-“
“Alright that’s enough. It’s fine, I forgive whatever happened there” Kris said soothingly, scratching Spike’s backside. “But it did prove to me that maybe you do need these, after all I’m not too sure Elm had you for that long to potty train you guys.” Kris patted the training pants on their Pokemon’s waist. “Or at least, maybe just not a very good job at it.”
“You’re not wrong, human.”
Kris shot up at the mind intrusion. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“There’s no reason to fear me, human. I merely want to humbly request something of you.” The feminine voice was soothingly sweet, but Kris shook it off.
“Spike! Prepare for a fight!”
“Yes!” Spike’s stance changed to a battle stance, although with his current undergarment, he wasn’t very threatening at all. Ren was also ready to fight.
“May you listen to my request first? My you’re hasty, I like you.”
“F-fine! But not because I’m scared of you! I’m not. I’m going to be the strongest!” Kris stuttered.
“I want… to join you.”
“Wait, like, are you a Pokémon or just some weirdo? How are you speaking to me?”
“I am speaking to you through your mind. I’ve heard tales of your adventures and I want you to travel the world with myself at your side, and I will ensure myself to be quite useful to you and your party members especially so.”
“What’s your name? Can you at least show yourself? Spike! Sunny day, let’s see who it is!”
“Okay! Here we go!” Suddenly, a rocket of light shot out of the Quilava’s maw, and the dusky, midday sky briefly turned a brilliant yellow.
“Then turn around, you’re facing the wrong direction, silly.” The voice giggles.
“A-an… Espeon?” Kris said in disbelief.
“Lavender?”
“Miss Lavender!”
Although she wasn’t wearing her nurse uniform, it was clear to see the Espeon was the same. Although she wasn’t wearing anything, what she was wearing was a small bag slung around her shoulder.
“I am called Lavender, and I was one of the helpers at the daycare. I heard you were in need of a psychic translator? We are quite useful.” She bowed her head, forked tail flicking. “Please, take me with you on your adventure.”
Kris excitedly dug into his bag for his Pokeballs. “And you’re sure you’re fine with this? Do you have a ball preference.. or?”
“If you worry too much, it’ll only lead to confusion little one. Trust my word that it’ll be okay. And as for ball, I do not mind, although a luxury ball would probably be my favorite.” Lavender giggles.
Kris palmed a regular Pokeball and walked up to the Espeon. Her eyes looked up as Kris squatted down and held the ball near her.
“I’m glad to have you then, Lavender.” With a tap on the noggin, Lavender was sucked inside of the device as Kris lost his grip and the ball fell onto the ground along with Lavender’s bag.
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Gotcha!
The clicking sound heard, Kris smiled as he grabbed his new Pokémon in his hand, walking over to his bag and fishing out Armada’s ball and sending him out. In a flash, the Flareon exited the ball and shook his fur.
“Okay Armada, sorry for probably waking you up, but I have a new team member! And I promise it’s not another Fire-Type. She’s your same evolution line! Her name’s Lavender, and here she is!” With the press of a button, Lavender’s blue energy was flung outwards and materialized next to the Flareon. Blinking, she went over to her catchsite to grab her bag, before returning.
“I am Lavender. It’s a pleasure, Armada.”
“Th-the pleasures mine! You… you’re really… I think you look cute…” the Flareon was backing up at the sight of the cool, confident cat.
“Oh don’t be so embarrassed! Look behind you if you need some reassurance!”
Armada tentatively looked behind himself. “Wait… are those diapers you two? Did they daycare seriously diaper you guys?” Armada was overwhelmed by confusion.
“Yes, they did, and I can explain why since I was there with them. Hello again you two.”
The Fire-Types in question were just in a shock of joy and confusion, before Ren tackled her and she fell in a fiery hug.
“Hi Ms. Lavender, I missed you! You’ll be adventuring with us now forever, right?”
“Yes, ow, hello Ren. I am here to stay.”
“Trainer, can you please remove the hyperactive Cyndaquil from me?”
“Yeah, uh, Ren! Please get off of her, she doesn’t like it.”
“Oh! Sorry…” Ren shyly stepped off of the mangled feline.
“Honestly! Now I have to regroom. It’s alright though, you wouldn’t know any better.”
“And you, Spike? Happy to see me?”
“Ummm… Yes. I’m very surprised and thankful you came… I hate losing friends.”
“Trainer, it seems I am welcomed. But I must ask you something: do you know how to change a diaper?”
“Hm? Not really, now that you mention it. Why?”
The Espeon walked close to Spike and prodded the diaper on him. The yellowed front squished slightly at its use: Spike must’ve wet it in shock.
“Oh, no reason. I guess someone has to take care of these children today.”
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Getting changed was embarrassing, sure, but when he actually needed one? So much worse.
Spike was getting quickly changed out of his used training pants and into a new pair. The entire experience wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. The Espeon changing him was also constantly teasing him about it, since he’d said earlier he didn’t need them, and now showed off that he did need it.
Wet wipes were pretty uncomfortable on him, too, but he was sure he had it better than most being Fire-Type and all. Having body heat being magnified like that really helped in a lot of scenarios, like in battling where attacks involving ice and fire really didn’t do much to the Quilava. But he was still weak to water.
“Now was that so bad? I’d appreciate a thank you, you know.” taunted the Espeon. “It’s not exactly like you could do it yourself.”
“A-alright… Thanks…”
“Thanks to whom? I didn’t catch that.”
“Ms. Lavender. Thank you.”
Smiling, she turned around to leave. “You’re welcome.”
Spike jumped off of the changing table and left the room, shutting the door behind him as he turned to face the center of the room. It appeared that the finger painting was mostly all finished, and he spotted the Ninetales worker, Lumen, hanging up a few of the most sophisticated ones, which looked to be literally everyone who’d made one.
The Smeargle’s still stood out as the most impressive, as the fairly lifelike picture really popped out towards Spike. He never really saw the process, but the end result was really cool to him.
And next to the Smeargle’s artwork was his brother Ren’s ‘art’. Just random splotches of paw shaped ink in many different colors combined to create what would sell for millions if you could convince someone well enough that it was truly modern art. But art is in the eye of the beholder, so surely anything could sell for any price.
And speak of the devil, Ren came bounding up towards Spike, probably wondering where he went.
“Hi! Where were you? I waited by the potty room but I couldn’t find you there.” Ren asked, unsure what actually happened.
“W-well, Ren, I was just having a talk with Lavender about… things.” Spike replied. “We were talking about how… what’s for dinner!”
“So what’s for dinner?”
“She… didn’t tell me, she said she wanted to keep it a secret” stated Spike. “Sorry for going over here and not telling you, Ren.”
“It’s okay! So you don’t have to go potty anymore?” he asked.
“U-uh… I already went! While you were in there, I used a stall when someone got out, so I must’ve gone super fast!” Spike said.
“Cool! Do you wanna come play with us?” Ren asked, as he gestured over to the new friends he made.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll just watch if that’s fine.” And with that, Ren nodded and bounded off to his friends to go and play on the indoor swings. Spike scanned the area and returned to his previous location on the beanbag chair to lay back and close his eyes to sleep.
“Spike. Hey? Spiiiiike. Are you here right now?”
Blinking awake, Spike found his eyes staring at the perpetrator of his failed nap, the Espeon Lavender. Quickly darting his eyes down, he saw that his training pants were thankfully dry.
‘Of course they are, I’d never do that…’
“Is there something you need?” he curtly asked.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, but that’s pretty rude to speak to me like that. I’d appreciate some manners next time, mister.” the Espeon folded her legs and laid down in front of Spike. “I just wanted to ask you about how your life had been going, seeing as you not only skipped lunch, but also aren’t really doing anything.”
“I skipped lunch?” Spike said, shocked he slept that long.
“Oh yes. And we cooked up something very special today, too bad you missed it. Me and your brother both tried to wake you up, but you just looked too cute sleeping I just couldn’t do it.”
“So why did you wake me up now, then?”
“Well, you see, I’m bored too.”
“...”
“So, will you tell me about your adventures in the world? Or will you just go back to sleep until your trainer arrives? He called, too. He’ll be back in about ten more minutes as of now, at 2:30.”
“Fine. But only because I want to tell you something to remember me by when I hit it big.” Spike boasted. “I’m going to be a team member of the Champion!”
“Oh? That seems like a lot of training ahead of you.” The Quilava nodded. “I’d be more concerned about that, though, it seems your potty training needs a bit of work before you focus on battle.” Lavender giggled, prodding at the Fire-Type’s displayed diaper.
“W-well there was this one time, where my trainer Kris was in trouble.” Spike said, moving along the subject. “There was this huge Beedrill in a forest we traveled through, and I rocketed a huge Flamethrower at him and he ran away crying! Then after I did that I evolved! It was so cool, you should’ve been there.”
“Actually, Lavender, how did you evolve?” Spike asked. “I-if you want to tell me, that is! If not, it’s fine.”
Lavender smiled. “Well, I evolved here! Grandma isn’t my trainer, rather I came here wild because I heard there were lots of interesting Pokémon here, and so I’ve stayed here ever since, and my friendship with Grandma and Lumen helped me evolve.”
“Oh. That’s cool! So you can talk to Grandma, right?”
“Sure can! Perks of being a Psychic-Type, right?” she beamed.
Lavender blinked and turned around to meet a surprised Ren who had approached her earlier.”
“How did you know that I was here Ms. Lavender? It’s like you can read minds!” the Cyndaquil stated in awe.
“Well, only sometimes! What do you need from me, Ren?”
“Well,” Ren fidgeted in place. “I was wondering if you could take me to the potty, please?”
“Of course I can! Does Spike need to go too?” She turned to look at him.
“N-no, not even a little bit.”
“Still, let’s all go together! I think I also need to go, too. Now, let’s go before someone has another one of their accidents!” Lavender winked at Spike, eliciting a blush as the trio walked off to the potty area, as Spike looked around and saw a Purrloin in need of a change, the discoloration on the diaper clearly evident.
Walking into the stall area, Lavender and Ren both picked a stall to go into and did their business with no issue. Ren did find that taking off and pulling up his training pants were quite easy, which he thought were convenient.
The three then met up outside the stalls and washed their paws, the Fire-Types making sure that they did so properly in order to avoid a good scolding from the Espeon’s watchful eye.
“Now I believe it’s time for you two to go, now. Your trainer is arriving in about a minute, so he will arrive very soon.” Lavender explained as she led the three of them to the daycare’s entrance. “I’ll dearly miss you both, I hope you can come visit again sometime soon.”
“W-well, Lavender, we’re battlers. We travel a ton to get the gym badges to grow stronger. I don’t think this is an area we’d stay in or come back to… I’d also like to see you again, though. Despite what… happened…” Spike blushed a bit. “It was a pretty fun day here. A-and I like talking with you Lavender, I think you make a great friend.”
“That’s… very nice of you. I also thought you were nice to talk to, and I wish I could come with you on your journey, but these children need eyes to watch over them. I wish you two the best.” Lavender nodded in farewell as, in the lobby, she left the two diapered starters to wait for their incoming trainer. Although Spike and Ren were no psychics, they didn’t need mind reading to tell that the Espeon was holding back a small tear or two.
“Welcome back! I’m trusting your errand hunt went as expected, sir?”
“Yeah, it went okay. It was nice to get my credit card so now all my payments are easy! And I’m glad that even though I’m 14, I can still do the gym challenge in Johto!”
“Oh how splendid! How many badges are you currently at?”
“Just two, but I’ll be the big shot you see on TV one day, just you wait!” Kris flashed a cheeky grin.
“Well, I’m sure you will! Dream big young man! Your payment, please.” She handed over a small card reader where Kris swiped his card and a short ding was heard, indicating a success.
“You’re all set! Your Pokémon are through that door on the right. Care to hear a report?”
“Nah, it’s all good. I’m sure they were… Fine…”
Kris’ brow furrowed as his eyes darted downwards between the opened door towards his two Pokémon, wearing an unfamiliar garment to him.
“About that report… what happened if I may ask?”
“Well,” Grandma began. “I was informed by my assistants that your Cyndaquil performed quite well with no slip ups today. Your Quilava, however, did have an accident today, but I was told it wasn’t too serious.”
“Accident? Why are they in diapers?” Kris questioned.
“Well, you said they lacked basic training on the form for admission. If I do say, unless your memory is spotty, you’d be spot on in that regard, as they both most certainly acted as if that was the case. Perhaps you need a bit more sleep yourself? It’s quite important amongst young men like you.” Grandma said, setting the Poke and Great balls onto the counter.
“I… No, it’s fine. Spike, Ren.” The two looked up to him, Spike’s eyes looking off in embarrassment, as Kris pocketed their balls. “Let’s go, I have some training planned for today, but now I’m thinking a discussion is better.”
“Sorry, Kris…” Spike said, dejected at the reminder of his accident.
“Now, it’s alright. I’m sure the confusion helped it a bit, but let’s talk later.” Even though Kris couldn’t make out the words, he could make out the feelings. Grabbed the diapered Quilava and Cyndaquil and allowing the two to be on his shoulders with their diapered rumps on display for the world, the three set off.
“Thanks, miss!”
“You have a great rest of your day!”
Spooning off to the nearby forest, Kris laid down his tent and set it up, instructing the Quilava to light a small fireplace for them for the night.
“So, Spike… want to tell me what went on in there?” asked Kris.
“Well there was this thing and they made us wear diapers and wanted us to potty train but we were already trained and then we had to go but then it was full so I let Ren-“
“Alright that’s enough. It’s fine, I forgive whatever happened there” Kris said soothingly, scratching Spike’s backside. “But it did prove to me that maybe you do need these, after all I’m not too sure Elm had you for that long to potty train you guys.” Kris patted the training pants on their Pokemon’s waist. “Or at least, maybe just not a very good job at it.”
“You’re not wrong, human.”
Kris shot up at the mind intrusion. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“There’s no reason to fear me, human. I merely want to humbly request something of you.” The feminine voice was soothingly sweet, but Kris shook it off.
“Spike! Prepare for a fight!”
“Yes!” Spike’s stance changed to a battle stance, although with his current undergarment, he wasn’t very threatening at all. Ren was also ready to fight.
“May you listen to my request first? My you’re hasty, I like you.”
“F-fine! But not because I’m scared of you! I’m not. I’m going to be the strongest!” Kris stuttered.
“I want… to join you.”
“Wait, like, are you a Pokémon or just some weirdo? How are you speaking to me?”
“I am speaking to you through your mind. I’ve heard tales of your adventures and I want you to travel the world with myself at your side, and I will ensure myself to be quite useful to you and your party members especially so.”
“What’s your name? Can you at least show yourself? Spike! Sunny day, let’s see who it is!”
“Okay! Here we go!” Suddenly, a rocket of light shot out of the Quilava’s maw, and the dusky, midday sky briefly turned a brilliant yellow.
“Then turn around, you’re facing the wrong direction, silly.” The voice giggles.
“A-an… Espeon?” Kris said in disbelief.
“Lavender?”
“Miss Lavender!”
Although she wasn’t wearing her nurse uniform, it was clear to see the Espeon was the same. Although she wasn’t wearing anything, what she was wearing was a small bag slung around her shoulder.
“I am called Lavender, and I was one of the helpers at the daycare. I heard you were in need of a psychic translator? We are quite useful.” She bowed her head, forked tail flicking. “Please, take me with you on your adventure.”
Kris excitedly dug into his bag for his Pokeballs. “And you’re sure you’re fine with this? Do you have a ball preference.. or?”
“If you worry too much, it’ll only lead to confusion little one. Trust my word that it’ll be okay. And as for ball, I do not mind, although a luxury ball would probably be my favorite.” Lavender giggles.
Kris palmed a regular Pokeball and walked up to the Espeon. Her eyes looked up as Kris squatted down and held the ball near her.
“I’m glad to have you then, Lavender.” With a tap on the noggin, Lavender was sucked inside of the device as Kris lost his grip and the ball fell onto the ground along with Lavender’s bag.
one
two
three
Gotcha!
The clicking sound heard, Kris smiled as he grabbed his new Pokémon in his hand, walking over to his bag and fishing out Armada’s ball and sending him out. In a flash, the Flareon exited the ball and shook his fur.
“Okay Armada, sorry for probably waking you up, but I have a new team member! And I promise it’s not another Fire-Type. She’s your same evolution line! Her name’s Lavender, and here she is!” With the press of a button, Lavender’s blue energy was flung outwards and materialized next to the Flareon. Blinking, she went over to her catchsite to grab her bag, before returning.
“I am Lavender. It’s a pleasure, Armada.”
“Th-the pleasures mine! You… you’re really… I think you look cute…” the Flareon was backing up at the sight of the cool, confident cat.
“Oh don’t be so embarrassed! Look behind you if you need some reassurance!”
Armada tentatively looked behind himself. “Wait… are those diapers you two? Did they daycare seriously diaper you guys?” Armada was overwhelmed by confusion.
“Yes, they did, and I can explain why since I was there with them. Hello again you two.”
The Fire-Types in question were just in a shock of joy and confusion, before Ren tackled her and she fell in a fiery hug.
“Hi Ms. Lavender, I missed you! You’ll be adventuring with us now forever, right?”
“Yes, ow, hello Ren. I am here to stay.”
“Trainer, can you please remove the hyperactive Cyndaquil from me?”
“Yeah, uh, Ren! Please get off of her, she doesn’t like it.”
“Oh! Sorry…” Ren shyly stepped off of the mangled feline.
“Honestly! Now I have to regroom. It’s alright though, you wouldn’t know any better.”
“And you, Spike? Happy to see me?”
“Ummm… Yes. I’m very surprised and thankful you came… I hate losing friends.”
“Trainer, it seems I am welcomed. But I must ask you something: do you know how to change a diaper?”
“Hm? Not really, now that you mention it. Why?”
The Espeon walked close to Spike and prodded the diaper on him. The yellowed front squished slightly at its use: Spike must’ve wet it in shock.
“Oh, no reason. I guess someone has to take care of these children today.”
Category Story / Baby fur
Species Pokemon
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 75.2 kB
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Man, I kinda don't like this story. The Cyndaquil and Quilava were put in padding when they were already trained, and the Quilava was humiliated throughout due to this, having an accident because there wasn't a toilet available, and possibly being stuck in them for the forseeable future because of the trainer finding out about the accident! What did the Quilava do to deserve that (Not that I like cruel and unusual punishment either, though)!?
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