“I’m boooored!” Patty whined before flopping face-first onto her sleeping bag. Her teal suncap tumbled off her head as she landed. “Where are all the Deerling s’posed to be? You said they’d show up!” Her voice was slightly muffled now, but still audible.
Cayden rolled his eyes, otherwise not diverting his attention from the edge of the clearing around their campsite. “That’s not what I said, sis.” He sighed. Though she was only a year his junior, she often acted much younger.
Pulling his binoculars back out, Cayden tried focusing on a darker bush to his left, but quickly found it to be nothing of interest. He reached under his hat to scratch his head; short strands of black hair ran through his fingers as he did so. “The guidebook says Deerling can be found here,” he started, turning to Patty, “That doesn’t mean we’re gonna -” He frowned as he cut himself off, quickly turning away to resume facing the open door to their tent. “C’mon, your diaper’s showing,” he admonished.
Indeed, the young girl’s uniform skirt had flipped up when she belly-flopped, revealing a disposable pull-up diaper. The white body of the garment, decorated with an outdoors-themed pattern, was flocked, while the stretchy sides were a teal color matching both kids’ scout uniforms; the diaper looked to be slightly discolored in the back and bottom, and greatly puffed out in those areas.
Not moving from her flopped-down position, Patty reached back and flipped her skirt down. “Whatever,” she grumbled, “I just want my own Deerling already…”
Cayden heaved a sigh and turned back to his sister, “Look, you’re not gonna get your own Deerling if you can’t even be patient enough to wait for one to show up! I had to wait almost a whole night before I finally met Thicket.” He reached over and gently scratched the head of the deerling sitting next to him. “Huh, girl?”
The deerling, sporting a green Summer coat, replied with a smile, “Deerlee!” She was wearing a tape-up diaper with a green-and-brown camouflage color scheme reminiscent of a safari ball; the rear of the garment was only slightly puffed out.
“Looks like you don’t need a change just yet,” Cayden noted as he patted his Pokemon’s butt. “Although...” he then patted the crotch of his uniform shorts, feeling the tight bulk of his own puffed-out pull-up underneath. “I’m pretty soaked, so I should probably get changed soon.” He tried scanning the forest with his binoculars again, but quickly put them back down. “Eh, it’s gettin’ too dark anyway, so might as well take a break before we bust out the night vision goggles…”
“Ugghh…” Patty grumbled, getting back up. She felt a slight pang in her gut, causing her to loosen the black belt around her waist. “I was hoping we wouldn’t hafta use any of that junk. It's too heavy, and I can never get it to work!” She put her suncap back on, readjusting the ponytail her long, dark blue hair was in as she did so. Feeling another, slightly stronger pang, she went over to her pack, rooting around a bit before pulling out a foldable shovel, a lantern, a pack of wet wipes, and a clean pull-up. “I gotta go poop,” she said as she scooted past her brother through the tent door.
“Okay,” Cayden replied as he pulled a fresh pull-up out of his own pack. “I’ll get changed while you do that, and we can set up the nighttime stuff when you get back.” Pausing for a second, he added, “Also, try to walk quietly, and don’t use your light if possible; if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll run into a Deerling while you’re out there.”
Patty clicked on her light. “Yeah, yeah…” she replied over her shoulder as she headed into the quickly darkening woods. “Maybe, but I don’t think I’d want to run into one while I'm doing what I’m going to be doing out here…” she muttered to herself.
Twigs snapped underfoot as Patty walked through the vegetation for a few meters, eventually finding a large tree to position herself behind. She set down her supplies, only just then noticing that an empty blue-and-yellow pokeball had been stuck to the magnetic bottom of her battery-powered lantern. “Huh, Cayden musta put some of these in my pack..” she mused before shrugging and putting the ball into her pocket. She then set to work digging a small hole in the soft soil.
“How deep was I s’posed to dig this again?” she wondered aloud. She remembered that it needed to be deep enough to completely bury her full diaper once she had finished with it, plus have room for the large amount of wipes she usually used afterward; she decided to just eyeball it.
After a few minutes of digging, Patty stopped, brushed the loose dirt off her red hiking boots and white socks, then stood up. “That should do i-” she started to say before being interrupted by the loud snap of a stick being stepped on immediately behind her. She whirled around, but the electric lantern flickered off at that exact moment, plunging the panicked picnicker into pure darkness.
“Eeep!” she yelped, feeling herself almost have an accident as the heaviness in her gut threatened to escape. She quickly grabbed the lantern and smacked it a few times; the light eventually returned, albeit dimmer. She looked up.
In front of Patty stood a tall, metallic, three-eyed Pokemon. It had thick black clumps of hair on its head, hands, and feet, as well as several screws on its body, most notably a chain of them forming some kind of tail. Its arms and legs resembled giant magnets.
Patty screamed, her legs turning to jelly at this startling sight. She was vaguely aware of her bowels emptying as a soft, mushy warmth squeezed its way out of her and into the seat of her diaper. She wanted to run, but couldn’t make herself move; as a result, she just stood there, looking like a deer in the headlights as she filled her pants for what felt like minutes while the strange creature just stared at her.
Right around the time Patty finished messing herself, the “fight” of her fight-or-flight response kicked in. Reaching into her pocket, she chucked the first thing she grabbed at the beast, nervously yelling, “Ha! T-take this!”
The yellow-striped pokeball whistled as it sailed through the air, sucking the strange Pokemon into it with a bright glow. The ball landed on the ground, shaking once before clicking shut.
Patty stood in silence for a few seconds, breathing heavily.
* * *
"No, the book doesn't say anything about Magneton living in this area..." Cayden muttered as he leafed through his field guide, brow furrowed. "Besides, this doesn't even look like a normal Magneton."
The weird Pokemon now calmly stood by the campfire, looking back and forth inquisitively between the two humans. It was silent for the most part, though it occassionally emitted a low electric hum.
Thicket was hiding in the tent, only stealing occasional glimpses of the new arrival from the edge of the half-closed flap.
"How did it get this diaper on?" Patty asked as she poked the crinkly, quick ball-colored garment now almost hovering between the three bodies of the creature. The top body was poking out of the top of the diaper, while each lower body was positioned halfway in a leghole. "It wasn't wearing it when it snuck up on me," Patty continued. She fiddled with the seat of her own diaper as she talked; having immediately returned to camp after her encounter, she hadn't yet had a chance to change out of her mess.
Cayden closed the book, raising his eyebrow. "So you weren't paying attention when I explained it to you the first time." He sighed, readjusting the red slide on his white neck kerchief. "It's a special thing you can put on a pokeball, kinda like a ball seal. It'll automatically put a diaper on the Pokemon you catch with it. But only the first time, of course."
"Okay," Patty replied, walking around her new Pokemon in a circle as she continued examining it; the Pokemon, in turn, continued to examine her, only muttering a quiet "Saaaa...."
Patty cocked her head, continuing, "But why'd the diaper go on it this way? Do all three of 'em go potty in it, or is it only the top one, or what?"
Cayden shrugged. "I dunno, but it's getting late. We should go to bed for now, and ask the Scoutmaster in the morning." He stood up, moving to douse the fire, before adding, "Also, please go change your diaper already, you smell so bad."
"Wait, I need to give this thing a nickname first!" Patty exclaimed, turning to her new companion. "You may not be a Deerling, but you can still be my little "Darling", yeah?" She smiled.
Darling cocked its heads. "Ock?"
