Trixie did some last-minute adjustments to their hair, slightly loosening the red tie cinching their black, choppy hightail. They reached over and picked up a guitar - the black one, since it matched their tube top and knee-high socks. The crinkly waistband of a black diaper peeked out over the top of their black-and-red checkerboard skirt, which matched the bracelets and high top shoes they were wearing.
The guitarist turned to their Pokemon companion. “Hurry up, Sparx, we’ve got, like, a minute,”
“Piii!” the shiny Pikachu replied. She was dressed in true rockstar fashion, including a red jacket with a furred collar, silver studded spiky bracelets, and chains. Her eyebrows, partly dyed red, were sharply styled. Black pants, along with a red belt, were pooled around her red boots, giving a clear view of the diaper she was busy peeing in full-force; the tape-up garment was black, yellow, and red, resembling a level ball.
“Really?” Trixie asked, raising an eyebrow. “We’re literally about to walk out there and play!”
Sparx merely flipped her trainer off, holding her squat as she kept on doing her business.
“Pfft, that’s the last time I’m letting you chug an energy drink before a show…” Trixie said before sticking out their tongue; a silver stud shone near the end of it. They tapped their foot impatiently, then peeked through the thin gap in the curtain. “C’mon, can ya piss a little faster, maybe? I think they’re getting restless out there.”
“Chuuu…” Sparx sighed contentedly, seeming to have finished. She quickly pulled her pants back up, squishing her puffy diaper in as best she could. After fiddling with her belt, she gave a thumbs-up. “Pika pika!”
“Geeze, took ya long enough,” Trixie teased before pulling back the curtain and stepping out.
“You all ready for a show tonight?!” the guitarist shouted into the packed auditorium.
The audience roared their approval. Turning to their partner, Trixie grinned. “Whaddaya say, Sparx, should we give ‘em a show?”
“Kachu!” the shiny electric Pokemon exclaimed with a nod. Her goldenrod fur sparkled under the bright stage lights.
“Then lets goooo! 1, 2, 1-2-3!” Trixie held out their guitar and started playing a loud, upbeat tune, while Sparx screamed growling vocal accompaniment into the microphone.
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In what felt like no time, the duo had shredded and shouted through several songs. As they finished up their latest one, the crowd was really worked up.
“Thank you, thank you!” Trixie called out, dipping their head in a slight bow. They noodled around on their guitar a bit, picking out another melody before continuing, “This next one - “
The musician was interrupted by a loud crashing sound. Several gasps and shouts erupted from the back of the venue as the main doors slammed open.
A hulking insectoid Pokemon with large, chiseled muscles strode up to the stage and pointed at the performers, yelling “Buzzwole!”
The entire room fell silent, no one daring to move.
“Piiikaaa…” Sparx started growling, electricity crackling around her cheeks. Her heart-shaped tail stood on end, the black tip quivering.
Trixie could feel the front of their diaper rapidly growing warmer and heavier as they completely lost control of their bladder. Despite feeling utterly terrified, however, they managed to keep their cool. Flashing a confident grin, they asked, “Oh, do you have a song request?” Please let this work, please let this work!
“Buzz buzz!” The bug Pokemon nodded, then held out its hands.
Trixie and Sparx looked at each other in confusion, then back to the intruder.
“Buzz buzz!” it repeated, again holding its hands out expectantly.
Biting their lip, Trixie slowly walked to the front of the stage and handed the giant figure their guitar.
“Zwole!” it said as it accepted the instrument. Despite its thick, muscular arms, its fingers were surprisingly nimble; after a bit of tuning, the strange Pokemon quickly pulled out an unfamiliar, yet catchy, tune. Within a few seconds, it handed the guitar back, then pantomimed a strumming motion in midair. “Buzzwole! Buzz buzz!” With that, it went and sat down in the front row.
“Umm, I guess we’re playing this now?” Trixie asked, their expression a mixture of confusion and relief as they turned to their companion.
Sparx shrugged. “Pika?"
