As the holder and master of the key blade, Sora was used to jumping from world to world, game to game, all in the pursuit of taking down all of the heartless. He was also used to morphing to fit in better with each world or game he came into, having been a lion cub and a mermaid among other things, but as he came into the latest game world he was in for something he'd never experience before and likely never would again.
for starters, he seemed to be in some sort of boarding school of sorts, long hallways with lockers and tons of classrooms . not too weird on it's know but there was a mixture of underlining smells that was giving a mixed message under the pine scented cleaner they used on the floors.
'If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm getting whiffs of baby powder, urine and dookie..' Sora thought, as he looked around, taking in the light yellow walls and the blue and white checked floors.
the lockers were a steel blue and as he walked down the hall, his shoes made a echo.
'Yeahhh..this isn't creepy at all.. Should of waited for Rikku and Kari to be ready to come with me..' Sora gulped, then shook his head. 'No! I wanted to prove I can do these missions by myself! and I will!'
Pumping a fist and feeling all amped up, Sora screamed and almost hit the roof as he jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"And WHAT are you doing out of class young man? And where is your uniform?" came a scolding robotic voice.
Turning around, Sora was face to face with a silver robot, moving around on one wheel and with long almost noodle arms that ended with trademark micky gloves (and the hands were set on what would of passed as the robots 'hips')
It had a saucer type dome for a head with a antenna sticking out of the top, and a dark red glass line that ran though the middle of it's head, which light up as it spoke.
"well? I asked you a question young man! You know you're suppose to be in one of the classrooms and learning!" It said, one of it's hands shaking a finger at Sora.
"Oh Um.. I'm sorry. I just got here.. and I didn't see anyone." Sora said, deciding to humor the robot for the moment.
"OH! a new student! Sorry! your not in the files.." The robot said, twitching and little bolts of blue lighting dancing around it's head. "I'll help you get into your uniform and then it's right to your first class little guy! Just remember, correct answers are rewarded, and wrong ones are punished!"
A sense of doom formed in the pit of Sora's tummy (or maybe it was his massive lunch) and he went to move away from the robot but it had a iron gripe on his wrist and was dragging him away. Not willing to see where this was going Sora took out the Key blade but whether it was because of his balance being off, or having to use his offhand, then swing he took towards the robot was blocked and the key blade was snatched away from Sora.
"Bad boy! no weapons in school!" the robot scolded, tossing the Key blade into the air and then it vanished. "If you weren't already late for class.." it said, wagging a finger at Sora and the the tiny hero gulped.
"S-Sorry! I was.. just.. playing?" He more asked then said.
"..This is your ONE warning." the robot responded and went back to leading Sora to get dressed.
10 minutes and a lots of blushing later, and Sora was GLAD that Rikku and Kari weren't here. The robot/teacher/whatever had plugged itself into a wall console of the changing room and had taken control of at least 13 arms that came from the ceiling, the walls, even the floor to get Sora dressed, insisting that this would be faster then letting Sora get dressed himself.
He had been striped naked (and scolded for the state of his boxers, all the pee stains and skid marks) then had been tugged into a pair of white with a blue trim pair of brief's, though they felt thicker then most.
Placed on what looked a WHOLE lot like a changing table (though Sora refused to humor THAT train of thought) a pair of almost knee high white socks had been tugged onto his feet, then he was lifted up as a pair of dark blue dress shorts were tugged up over his undies.
Sat on his butt after that and squirming as he was totally noticing a semi bulk under his butt, Sora had his arms raised up and a short sleeved white dress shirt was tucked down on him, smoothed out and tugged into his shorts then followed by a off white V cut vest that was tugged over, have the same dark blue as the shorts trim around the neck and around the waist.
as a final touch a dark blue bowtie (clip on) was added and then Sora was allowed to slide off the table, squirming and blushing as he looked at himself in a mirror.
"There, isn't that better and nicer then your silly old outfit?" the robot asked, unplugging itself and coming over, patting Sora's back.
Sora went to answer but the big lunch from before and the pat instead had him let out a belch, though he covered his mouth and offered a quick 'excuse me'
"..At least you have manners. Let's go." the robot said, leading the way.
Getting to the classroom, Sora raised a eyebrow as instead of desks, there was a series of tubes for the students to stand in, a console for them to apparently input answers into and a view screen above that.
"..So no papers and pens?" Sora asked.
"Not so much no. your seat is right here." The robot said, leading Sora to the middle most tube.
"Well since I'm the only one here couldn't I sit an-" he started to ask, only to get a light slap on his rump. "I mean.. Yay my own spot!"
"That's the spirt." the robot said, getting the tube open for Sora and helping him get in, a flat panel coming out for the boy to sit on at least, though there was a soft crinkle as Sora sat down.
"..what kinda brief's are these?" he asked, even as the tube shut.
"Their training pants, made for small accidents since we use a special carrot and stick approach to our studies." The robot said, ignoring the squeaks and protests that started to come out of Sora's mouth. "Answer the questions correctly to move up the grades and graduate, you need only get to 6th grade.. but too many wrong answers will get you tickled. And if you make your training pants leak, you'll be downgraded to nappies."
"..What the effing eff kinda bull dooky is THAT!?!" Sora cried out, carful to avoid full on swears as he assumed any game programed like this would be prone to washing out potty mouths.
It turned out that he was right in that regard, potty mouths DO get washed out, but it also turned out that the school had a wider range of what it considered swears, a lesson that Sora would quickly.
Huffing and with soap stains down his chin and bubbles in the corners of his mouth, Sora resolved to just rush though the school's dementated programing.
He was clever enough and figured baring a mistake here and there, he should be able to whiz though all the grades in about a hour and a half, maybe two since spelling could be kinda tricky.
As the program started up, Sora's confidence vanished as what was clearly suppose to be a math question, appeared in a jumble on the screen.
"uhhh excuse me, I think there's a mistake.. I can't read this." Sora said, pointing to the screen, positive that the robot would see what was going on and just move him to a working tube.
"...you really can't make that out?" The robot asked, a condescending tone in it's voice. "Maybe your not ready for the big kid classes at all and I should just switch you to the daycare program now."
"..No! ahahaha nope! I was uh.. joking! it was a joke! no need for that!" Sora said quickly, assuming that that would of meant going RIGHT into diapers. "I'll just get back to work right now!" he said, gulping and looking back at the screen, the robot watching him even closer now.
'Ok Sora think.. it's a Kindergarten level question, it can't be THAT hard.. it's likely a number between one and nine... and if it's a addition question it's gotta be more then one so you have a one in eight chance of getting it right!' he thought and then entered a answer of five,.. and the screen flashed red and a red X appeared in the corner of the screen. 'Well fart nuggets..'
"would you like to just give up now and avoid the tickling?" The robot asked.
"No! I can do this!" Sora huffed, and as the next question came onto the screen he mentally added 'I hope.'
Two more strikes later and as Sora was being forced up by robot arms and his sides tickled with mercy, he had to admit that his plan of just trying to pick at random wasn't working. well, the small part of his brain that was able to have reasonable thoughts was, the rest of it was spilt between laughing like a Hyena and trying not to wet his training pants.
Despite his best efforts, and the tickling only lasting for 30 seconds (thought from Sora's POV it felt more like 3 hours) the young hero was soaking his training pants like a champ and getting them so soggy that there was a good chance he was going to leak if he sat back down.
"oh my, somebody is a super piddle pants.. would you care to just give in NOW before you risk or a leak? Or are you a glutton for punishment and wanna risk the spanking that comes with making your training pants leak and ruining your nice new uniform?" The robot asked.
"I..I went pee pee in my undies!" Sora babbled, still in the after shocks of the brutal tickling and having been made to wet himself.
(and of course being subject to a tasteless odorless gas in the chamber that was suppose to help students learn fast but much like the glitching screens, had gone bad and was in fact making Sora semi lose IQ points in his ditzy state.)
"Indeed you did, but that doesn't answer my question." the robot said, not linking how this would be the 4th boy to come though the program to end up so derp and the fact the program was so rarely used.
"Uh.. I.. Wanna have a ham sandwich?" Sora asked, his index finger on his bottom lip and looking confused.
"..No that's not the question either. I'm gonna go ahead and called it now." the robot said, making the semi chair go back into the tube and opening the tube up.
"Welll excusssseeee me!' Sora babbled, semi waddling now from how big and heavy his training pants had gotten, stepping out of the tube with a air of pride that was very much NOT deserved, only to slip as he came out and land not only on his butt, making the training pants burst and leak, but hitting his head on the back of the tube which had closed behind him.
"Duhhh DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN!?! HE STOLE MY UNDERWEARRRR~" Sora babbled and sang out, his face going all derp.
"...I'm just gonna save time and start putting these boys in the baby program to start with." the robot sighed and scooped Sora up.
it had taken 2 weeks of constant searching, but finally Rikku had tracked down where Sora had gone too after his little temper tantrum about being able to handle things on his own. Never mind the fact the little dork almost always fought with at least two other people by his side.
Making his way though the school and having his weapon ready, Rikku semi knew where he was, it was a older learning program that hadn't been all that popular even back in it's heyday, and because of that had been left to degrade and rot.
"Which means if Sora's still here, he's gotten himself into SOME kind of trouble." Rikku sighed.
"excuse me, what are you doing out in the halls?" came a robotic voice.
Without waiting to let whatever it was sneaking up behind him attack, Rikku slashed as he turned around, sending the robot flying backwards and Into a wall.
"WHERE'S SORA!?!" he demanded, pointing his key blade at the robot, who being the last one functioning and having a self peveration unit, knew when to fold them.
"I'll take you to him, he's in the pre K class making art!" the robot cried out.
"..why am I NOT surprised?"
On the trip to the Pre K room, Rikku had pictured what to expect, coming up with the idea Sora would likely be in short-all's and light up sneakers, or something equally childish. However what he saw instead was beyond anything he could of guessed, though he be lying if he said it wasn't adorable, cute and totally worked for Sora.
The former hero was wearing nothing but a bulky white diaper that had a nursery print on it, though the print on the front of the diaper around the crotch area had faded for reasons that Rikku didn't have to guess. there was also smears of paint on the sides of the diaper where Sora had clearly just been wiping his hands instead of making use of the rags and water beside him.
He had also been drawing on himself, mostly his tummy which was why Rikku assumed he wasn't at least wearing a top, though making out anything that the pampered ex hero had drawn was hard save for a sun he had done around his belly button.
Sora was semi babbling away, a mile a minute as he draw on a piece of paper, though it was lost in translation because of the big red pacifier in his mouth that bobbed back and forth as he worked away on.. whatever it was he was making.
Rikku when to speak up, to get's Sora's attention but right at that moment the big baby stopped working and popped a squat, closing his eyes and grunting around his paci as a series of farts where heard and then the back of the diapers started to droop as a relived look came over Sora's face, clearly happy to be messing his diapers.
"would you like me to prepare him for transport?" the robot asked meekly.
"..Uhh.. I'm gonna let him finish crapping himself, then let you change him before taking him home." Rikku said, sweat dropping and holding his nose as the smell hit him. "anddd I'ma get you to pack diapers for him."
there was a massive fart and the back of soar's diapers started to droop and sag even more, the stink getting worse.
"..Lots and LOTS of diapers." Rikku said.
The end?
