Fredrika was the first one through the doors as soon as they opened. Her long, light brown twintails fluttered behind her as she hopped onto the platform. “First!” she proclaimed triumphantly, snapping the straps of her pink one-piece swimsuit with her thumbs as she posed. She turned to her friends as they exited the train behind her. “Yeah, this beach isn’t ready for Freddi!”
Bridget rolled her eyes. “C’mon, you already said that, like, a buncha times on the ride over.” She swept her short brown hair, darker than her friend’s, out of her face and readjusted the pink clip securing it. “Hey, where’s your tube?” She clutched her own inner tube, solid pink in color, as she said this.
“Dad has it!” Orlando shouted, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He pointed at Fredrika. “Ha ha, you almost forgot your tube!” The black-haired little boy raised his other hand, which had been dragging his blue and white inner tube behind him. “I gots mine!”
“Looks like Freddi wasn’t ready after all,” Bridget snickered.
“Hey!” Fredrika pouted as she crossed her arms. “Yeah, well, at least I didn’t pee myself, like, three times on the train.”
Orlando’s hands instinctively shot to cover his crotch; the bulk of an absorbent swim diaper was slightly silhouetted through his dark blue swim trunks. He blushed, muttering, “It was only two times…”
“Hey, I’m still dry, thank you very much,” Bridget quipped back. She tried to readjust her own swim diaper, somewhat visible beneath her light blue one-piece swimsuit, before turning to her father as he stepped off the train. The man was somehow managing to carry several tote bags, a large umbrella, a small cooler, and a solid yellow inner tube. “Sorry, Daddy! I’ll help,” she said, running over and taking two small, brightly colored tote bags. Keeping the pink one, she handed her brother the blue one; she rolled her eyes as she had to wait a moment for him to step into his inner tube and pull it up to his waist.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker!” Fredrika called, running over to take her inner tube and matching tote bag from the man.
“No problem, kiddo, just be more careful next time,” Mr. Parker replied. He nodded at Bridget. “And thank you, honeybun.”
“You’re welcome,” responded Bridget as she dug a lure ball out of her bag. “Can Gummy come out of her pokeball now?”
Orlando pulled a dive ball from his bag. “Oh yeah! I wanna show off Taffy!”
“We should probably get out of the station fir-” Mr. Parker started..
“Go, Chewy!” Fredrika obliviously shouted over her friends’ dad. She tossed a net ball, out of which popped a Stretchy Tatsugiri; it wore a swim diaper patterned after its pokeball, as well as a blue ribbon around its neck, from which hung a Tatsugirinite.
“Tatsu tatsu!” the yellow fish squeaked, stretching its limbs.
“Ooh, me next!” Roughly dunking his dive ball on the ground, Orlando yelled excitedly, “Taffy, I choose you!” Emerging from the ball was a shiny Droopy Tatsugiri, which wore a swim diaper matching said ball; the garment looked to be fairly wet and puffy..
The white dragon Pokemon slowly blinked, evidently having been woken up. “Sugiri?”
Bridget frowned, then looked at her father. Her expression lightened as he gave a defeated nod. Gently clicking the button on the front of her lure ball, she said,.“Come on out, Gummy!”
Out came a Curly Tatsugiri wearing a lure ball-colored swim diaper, which looked to be clean. “Girgirgir!” she called, hopping up and down.
“Mine’s the best, cuz he’s shiny!” Orlando proudly declared. “Mom says they're normally s’posed to be pink, but he’s sparkly and white, see?”
“Hey, Gummy is neat, too!” Bridget said as she reached down to pet her orange Pokemon companion. “She’s got, like, a special ability that can, uh, suck up water or something?” she scratched her head. “I forgot.”
Fredrika grinned. “Those are both cool, but check out what Chewy can do-ey!” Her bracelet glowed, coinciding with a glow from the stone around her Pokemon’s neck. In a flash of light, the Tatsugiri mega-evolved. Through the power of Mega-Evolution, Chewy split into three synchronized Tatsugiri of different colors, with the yellow one in the center wearing an orange crown; all three wore the same kind of net ball-patterned swim diaper.
“Tatsuuuuu!” Chewy’s three heads exclaimed in unison.
“Wow! That’s so cool!” Orlando gushed, stepping closer to get a better look.
“Are they, um, pooping?” asked Bridget, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
Indeed, as soon as the little Pokemon finished absorbing all that energy, they immediately scrunched their faces into looks of concentration. The seats of all three of their swim diapers started to bulge out with new weight, and a sharp stink quickly filled the station.
“Ohh, Chewy! No, don't do that here!” Fredrika pleaded, waving her arms. “Stop, you’re ruining our big moment!”
“Gross!” giggled Orlando, “Chewy’s goin’ pooey! Chewy’s goin’ pooey!” he repeated in a mocking sing-song.
“Enough!” Mr. Parker said in a raised voice. Everyone except Chewy stopped and looked at him. “Kids, let’s get onto the beach already.” He strided confidently toward the exit, despite the bulky supplies he was lugging.
“Yes, Daddy,” Bridget said as she picked up her Tatsugiri and headed for the station exit.
“Pee-yoo, I’m outta here!” Orlando said as he did the same with Taffy.
Having just finished relieving themself, Chewy sighed contentedly. “Tass…”
“Oh man, Chewy…” Fredrika whined, waving a hand in front of her face. She sighed. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.” She turned and ran after her friends, calling, “Hey, wait for us!”
“Ri!” the Mega Tatsugiri nodded as they glided after their trainer.
Outside, a police officer stood next to a sign saying “Beach Closed.” Yellow tape blocked all access to the beach; in the distance, dark, murky water churned as it hit the shore.
“What? What do you mean the beach is closed?!” Mr. Parker asked incredulously.
“Sorry, sir,” the officer calmly stated, “There’s currently a Jellicent outbreak in the area - the waters aren’t safe to swim in right now.”
“Jellicent outbreak?” Bridget asked, craning her neck to try to get a better look.
“Aww, I wanted to go swimmin' with Taffy,” Orlando grumbled.
“Don’t worry,” the officer reassured, “Pokemon Ranges have been called, and are already on the scene. They should have this taken care of by this afternoon.”
“All right, then,” Mr. Parker said as he went to a nearby bench and set down the supplies. “Looks like we’re going to be here a while.”
“If we’re gonna be sittin’ here, then Fredrika’s gotta change her stinky diaper!” Orlando teased. He and his sister giggled.
“Hey!” Fredrika squealed, blushing, “My diaper isn’t the one that’s stinky!”
Chewy also blushed, mumbling “Gir…”
