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A story of legendary pokemon, diapers, and a whole lot of fluff. This story is comparable to what Kurikia has written, so if that's your cup of tea, read on. Keep in mind that the story isn't completely finished, but this one's moreso than version 0.3! Criticisim is welcome.
This version has some diaper use in it, so be warned.
(I recommend reading this story in its original format, as some of the text modifications are lost when transferred to a Fur Affinity description, but in case the button does not work, here it is.)
Chapter 1
Have you ever wondered what legendary pokemon do in their free time? Well, most of the time they just observe humans, but sometimes their methods of passing time are a little more… strange. This is the story of one such event.
Dialga was doing his usual timeline matinence, checking for paradoxes and whatnot, when he recieved a telephathic message from his Creator, Arceus.
“Dialga, come to our realm immediately, for we have something important to show you,” Arceus said in his usual overdramatic voice. Whenever Dialga was sent one of these messages, he was always quick to obey; it could be serious! Knowing this, he immediately prepared to warp to Arceus’s realm, and after stretching his legs, he dissapeared in a flash of blue light.
Arceus’s realm consisted of a flat white plane with the occational white rock jutting out of the ground. These *would* be the only features, but the landscape was scattered with some of The Great Creator’s many works, such as mountains, plants, and even other pokemon. As Dialga warped into this domain he startled a group of Mareep who were sleeping in a nearby patch of grass. Once Dialga’s senses ajusted, he heard a very unusual sound; it sounded like the rustling of dead leaves combined with a flag flapping in the wind. In all his experience, Dialga recognized the sound as a time rift, and rushed to mend it.
He found the rift by a small river; the rift wasn’t *too* big, only about a meter in height, and began to remove it. Dialga planted his feet, concentrated, and after the surrounding area darkened, let out his signature Roar of Time. The rift was sealed in less than a second, easy work by Dialga’s standards. However, the sound didn’t stop, in fact it seemed to have grown louder. Without thinking he dashed in its direction, found a second, bigger rip, and repeated his process from before.
“This must be serious if even Arceus cannot handle it,” Dialga thought as he continued his mending spree, and ran off to look for any remaining rifts.
Chapter 2
Dialga’s rift mending slowly led him up a copy of Mount Coronet, the tallest mountain in Sinnoh. While the whole relm belonged to Arceus, Dialga knew that Arceus preffered to dwell at Mt. Coronet’s summit, which also happened to be where the last time rift was. Now somewhat winded, Dialga found himself at the last, much larger rift, located near the entrance to the summit. He began his rift-removal process, when all of a sudden, it vanished before Dialga even finished planting his feet.
“Your work has proven sufficient, no longer must you continue,” said the unseen but familar voice of Arceus.
“Your Excellence! Are you ok?” Dialga responded.
“We are fine,” Arceus responded,”Now enter. We have something important to show you.”
Relieved, Dialga entered the summit, and was greeted by something quite bizzare. The Great Creator appeared to be showing Dialga his rear, which had quite a bizzare grament wrapped around it. This alone would be strange enough, as Arceus never wore any sort of human garb, but even stranger was the nature of the garment. It was incredibly thick, almost reaching the ground and reducing Arceus's majestic tail to a mere stub. The garment appeared to be made of some sort of shiny but puffy manmade material, not cloth nor wool. Dialga, confused, strafed around Arceus while looking straight at his garment the whole time. When viewed from the side a few more things were revealed; the massive garment ended at the ring surrounding Arceus’s waist, dwarfing it by comparison. The front of the garment, near his nether regions, had a horizontal orange strip which several tapes were attached to, presumably to keep the it together. However, when Dialga finally stood face-to-face with Arceus, he saw that Arceus was, for the first time in all eternity, blushing.
“Could we sit down?” said Arceus in a somewhat strained voice,“I know we have a lot fo explaining to do, but at the moment most of our effort is going to keeping ourselves upright.” Dialga hadn’t noticed, but the garment spread Arceus’s hind legs quite far apart.
“Um, very well?” said Dialga.
And with that Arceus sat his massive, poofy rump down, shooting out large amounts of white powder in the process.
“Ah, much better,” said a relieved Arceus,”Now, ask away!”
First, to not seem rude, Dialga asked about the time rifts. “Your Excellence, why were there time rifts in your realm? I hate to sound rude, but couldn’t you have disposed of them yourself?”
“Ah! The answer is simple, young Dialga. We felt somewhat bad for distracting you from your duty, so we provided you with the simple task of mending time-space anomolies!” To Dialga’s shock, one such anomoly appeared right next to him. “Do not be alarmed. This is merely a portal that looks like a rift; we just made them dissapear every time you ‘mended’ one.” And on queue the time rift dissapeared.
This realization frustrated Dialga. He was not only fooled into thinking a crisis was occuring, he thought, but now he had discovered The Great Creator wearing… THAT?! If he didn't know better Dialga would be outraged at this waste of his time.
Chapter 3
“Let us guess, does your next question concerns this garment around our waist?” Arceus said smugly.
Dialga -somewhat surprised- answered,”Well… yes, Your Excellence. What made you aware of my curiousity?”
“Young Dialga, do you forget our ability to read minds?” said Arceus. To emphasize this, Dialga’s exact thoughts appeared written on the ground between the two gods.
“Well-“
“No need to answer: we already know. You forgot we could do that.” interrupted Arceus. If there was anything Dialga had learned about The Creator, it was that despite his dramatic, formal way of speaking, Arceus quite enjoyed toying with others. “This wonderful garment is called a diaper,” said Arceus whilst patting his own diaper with a floating hand made of energy,”It is apparently a human invention to make one look cuter.”
“I-I see, Your Excellence, You do look... different than usual.” replied a flustered Dialga.”Though I wonder, how did you h-hear of the existance of d-d-diapers?” Dialga found the word “diaper” took some effort to say.
“We’re pleased that you asked!” Arceus answered. “But we tire of remaining atop this mountain,” he said as he stood up. “Let us continue this conversation somewhere more… secluded,” and in a flash of golden light, Arceus and Dialga were teleported back to the grassy field in which Dialga first began his excursion. “Walk with us,” commanded Arceus as he began to walk, his massive diaper crinkling loudly in the process. Dialga gingerly followed as Arceus began to explain himself.
Chapter 4
“You see, young Dialga, we were observing an island off the coast of Hoenn. Its population contained no humans, only pokemon. There were still buildings and pathways, but none were manmade. The most notable feature of the island was a large factory made of rock, which every pokemon seemed to work for. Feeling curious, we observed the inner workings, and found that the factory produced something quite bizzare.”
“Diapers?” guessed Dialga.
“Correct. More specifically, diapers for all the pokemon on the island. Every pokemon on the island wore them due to the island lacking ‘toilets’, whatever those are. Perhaps a sort of cuteness enhancement device? Anyway, we observed the pokemon working in the factory, and noticed that, along with making them all far cuter, the diapers they wore each had a specific purpose.”
“I-I’m not sure I follow,” muttered Dialga.
“Oh, give us a break, we know of your encyclopedic knowledge of human customs,” rebutted Arceus as he lightly bumped Dialga with his diaper. “As the ranks progressed, so did the amount of padding. We saw that the delivery pokemon all had thin, blue diapers to allow for better mobility, we supposed. In contrast, there were Electric type pokemon sat near the Klang-powered assembly line. They each wore a striped orange and yellow diaper the size of a large boulder. We learned, after touring the factory whilst diguised as a Stantler, that the electric types powered the factory. The diaper was merely a means to gather all the electricity.”
“Who gave you the tour?” asked Dialga.
“A young Marshtomp. He was very polite.” Arceus responded.
“Understood. But how did all this lead to *you* diapered?”
“At the end of the tour, the Marshtomp allowed us to wear one of the defective diapers. Apparently, it was ordered by a full-grown Rapidash to wear while running, but came out too thick. After putting it on with the help of a bored Kadabra, we looked at ourselves in a nearby mirror." Arceus gained a tranquil look in his eyes. "The diaper was the most perfect thing we had ever seen; and that’s saying something. It was very comfortable: it was snug, warm, very soft, and made us feel completely safe, like an infant Kangaskhan in her mother’s pouch. Looking in the mirror, we saw how thick and puffy it was, so much so that we couldn’t even close our legs. Whilst we observed our posterior, we asked,’Did you really make this? It’s so comfortable!’”
“Yessiree!” replied the Marshtomp,”Our diapers are considered to be the thickest, softest, and cutest around. I can see you’re enjoying that one quite a bit.”
“ ‘You’d be correct,’ we responded. We wanted to extend our sincerest of thanks, so we transformed back into our regular form,”
“A-Arceus! I-I’m honored to b-be in in your p-presence!” the shocked Marshtomp replied. “I-I-I’m glad you enjoy our diapers s-so much. To think the most powerful pokemon came to our little factory…”
“ ‘Your work has pleased us greatly,’ we said,’And for that, we will give this factory a blessing of prosperity.’ And with that we blessed the factory via a rump bump to the wall, and traveled back to our realm.”
Dialga was mistified. This sort of behavior was the last thing he would explect from Arceus. Giritina, maybe, but never Arceus. “So if the… diaper of every pokemon on the island had its own use, Your Excellence, what’s the purpose of yours?” he asked.
“Simple,” replied Arceus,”We have quite the passion for anything cute, as you’ve seen from some of our creations.” As he said this a Mareep flock ran past the two of them. Arceus was quick to point a hoof at them, and within a second they all wore copies of the orange and yellow diaper Arceus had described. “See? These Mareep were already cute enough, but now they will melt the heart of all who gaze upon them!” Arceus chuckled. “Anyways, we wanted to look as cute as our creations did, but we hadn’t known how until we discovered diapers. Our diaper is a perfect replica of the defective one we first wore. It was our first, after all.”
“That explains the thickness,” remarked Dialga.
Chapter 5
After walking for a while longer, with Arceus diapering every pokemon he saw on the way, the two gods reached a grove of trees, where Arceus decided they should take a nap.
Arceus yawned. “We hope you don’t mind, young Dialga, but we must make one change before we begin sleeping.” After yawning again Arceus lazily pointed at Dialga before sitting on the ground.
Dialga was initally confused as to what this change was, but quickly learned after he found that his hind legs wouldn’t close. Bracing for the inevitable, Dialga turned his head to look at his hindquarters, which was now wrapped in a diaper of its own. It wasn’t as thick as Arceus’s, only reaching Dialga’s knees. It was colored blue with a cyan stripe running down its center, and while Dialga couldn’t see it, it had a large picture of his chestplate near his tail.
“Why am *I* diapered?” Dialga asked, somewhat fed up.
Arceus’s smiled,”So we could do THIS!” Arceus bumped diapers with Dialga, knocking him onto his stomach. Dialga looked back again and saw Arceus lay down directly behind him. He placed his head on Dialga’s diaper, using it as a pillow, and fell asleep in seconds.
“Oh. that’s why he diapered me,” whispered Dialga. Feeling tired himself, he felt it best to join Arceus in sleeping, and rested his head on the ground. After a long while of thinking about what Arceus’s diaper obsession would do to the space-time continueum, Dialga dozed off.
In his dream Dialga saw the tall, red eyed shadow he recognized as Giratina.
“Arceus is horribly naive! I’ll tell you everything right now, Die-die!”
Dialga groaned in annoyance.
Chapter 6
Giratina had recently made a habit of invading the dreams of other pokemon; it was the only way she could talk to anyone outside the Distortion World. This habit quickly annoyed the other legendaries, especially Dialga, but since nobody could control dreams, they couldn’t do anything to stop her.
“What are you going to say this time?” said Dialga. “Before you ask, no. Increasing the amount of dark matter you make won’t get you let out early.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to ask you anything.” replied Giratina as she switched to her Altered form. “Hold on, do rhetorical questions count?”
“Ugh… no, they don’t.”
“Excellent! So, tell me, did you notice anything… unusual about Archie?”
“Besides the diaper, you mean?”
“Exactly the diaper! He must’ve looked ridiculous… how thick was it again?”
“It was almost touching the ground,” Dialga replied. “Even when he was standing, his diaper was only a few centimeters above the ground.”
This information sent Giratina into rather long fit of laughter. “Ahahahaha! Seriously?! Wow… and he doesn’t even know how babyish he looks!”
“Baby-ish? What do you mean?”
"Let me show you!" said Giritina as she began to cloth herself in several garments. First, a thick red bonnet appeared on her head, followed by a long strip of frilly pink cloth tied around her neck. Red, plush booties appeared on each of her 6 feet, and Dialga watched in disbelief as a poofy black and red diaper wrapped itself around her rear legs.
Smiling at Dialga’s shocked expression, Giritina began her explanation. “These clothes are mostly worn by baby humans, although thanks to Arcy’s recent meddling young pokemon have begun wearing them as well. I’ll admit that these foot and head coverings don’t seem to do anything, but they're comfy so who cares? But I do know that this pink garment -called a bib- is meant to keep oneself clean while eating.”
A large bowl of mashed oran berries appeared in front of Giritina, who eagerly began to chow down. By the time she was finished most of her face and neck were covered in blue mush, but a quick lift of her bib revealed that none had gotten on her neck, accompanied by a smug “Told you so”.
“The Great Creator would greatly dissaprove of this, you know!” said Dialga.
“Better not call the kettle black, Die die!” she responded. Before he could react, Dialga was dropped into a large chair-like contraption with a tray attached to the front. He landed on his rear -which was still wrapped in the diaper Arceus had given him- before several straps bound his legs. He felt an identical pink bib appear around his neck, and fearing the worst glanced back at Giritina.
“Time for you to have a little snack!” she said. As expected, another bowl appeared in front of Dialga, this time containing Razz berry pulp.
“Do you really expect me to eat- MMPH!” said Dialga before a waterfall of berry mush began cascading into his mouth. Intially he tried to wait for the bowl to run out, but in typical Giritina fasion its contents continued uninhibited. The mashed berries were beginning to heap around his face, overwelming him with their unusually intoxicating scent. With a loud sigh, Dialga gave in and began to eat; Razz berries were his favorite, after all.
Chapter 7
After Dialga ate far more berries than he felt was neccesary, the flow finally stopped, and Dialga’s chest was left covered in razz berry mush. Feeling curious Dialga lifted his bib, revealing his pristine blue skin to have remained spotless.
“Ok, Giritina, you’ve proved your point. Can I wake up now?”
“Oh, I’m not done yet!” said Giritina. “I still haven’t told you what THIS is for!” as she careened into Dialga’s chair diaper first, launching him out of it and back onto the ground. “The berries gotta come out the other end, don’t they?!”
“What are you- oh no. You don’t mean-“
Dialga was cut short by a loud *FRRRTT* noise from Giritina. As he slowly looked towards the noise, Dialga’s vision was dominated by Giritina’s puffy rear, which was quickly growing lumpy and ballooning in size as Giritina’s own poop began to slowly fill her diaper. Disgusted, Dialga’s nose was assaulted as her diaper sagged between her back legs and slowly surrounded the base of her tail with smelly squishiness. Backing away a bit, he watched in horror as the diaper swelled to the point of fully engulfing her back legs, leaving only her teet visable. She didn’t even need to bend her legs to squish her diaper now, which she proceeded to do while eyeing Dialga smugly.
“Stop that!” yelled Dialga, having completely lost his composure. “Surely if you know about the Creator’s fascination with diapers, you’d surely know not to… SOIL THEM?! He’d be furious if he saw you!”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” said a smirking Giritina as she squished her diaper a bit. Feeling like giving Dialga a real treat, she unfurled her wings and flew as high as she could muster. Quickly, Giritina used her wings to grab ahold of her tail, and with a last burst of strength, she pulled it upwards as hard as she could. This quickly forced the remaining mess inside her into her diaper, and with a triumphant *FWUMPFT* Giritina’s diaper doubled in size and quadrupled in smell. Now four of her six legs were engulfed in mess, and even her front legs were pressed tightly against her huge lumpy diaper. The pieces within were the size of small boulders, albeit of a much squishier texture. Even if it was disgusting, Dialga had to admit he was impressed Giritina could fly with the addition of such a huge weight.
“Your going to hurt yourself if you keep this up, you know!” yelled Dialga.
“Don’t worry! I just made myself a nice squishy landing gear!” and without a second thought Giritina came barreling towards the ground, diaper first of course. Dialga was quick enough to teleport out of the way before Giritina landed back down with a loud *SQUISH* He had to work even harder not to vomit as the smell returned in full force.
“And that’s what diapers are for!” said Giritina atop her smelly throne. “If you ever feel nature calling, you just answer it. No waiting at all! Plus you get a super comfy place to sit when you're finished! Pretty cool, right? Quite useful for a ‘mon who can’t leave her own dimension! That’s all I wanted to tell you.
"See ya soon, Diapalga!”
Dialga felt the Distortion World dissolve around him as he regained consciousness, though he could’ve sworn he heard more farting as he awoke. He wasn’t sure what to think; first Arceus’s massive poofbutt, now Giritina’s mess obsession, what had brought this about? He needed answers, but that would have to wait until the still-sleeping Arceus moved his head from Dialga’s posterior.
Chapter 8
Who could be responsable for this craze of poof among his fellow deities? Sure there was that diaper factory Arceus mentioned, but it appeared that Arceus already knew of the poofy undergarments long before he’d discovered it. Yet somehow he still didn’t know their use… It had to be someone else.
As he was confined to the forest grove for the moment, Dialga began to narrow down the suspects. Both Kyogre and Rayquaza’s anatomy prevented a diaper from fitting either of them. Yveltol and Zyguard were sleeping and Xernas was off in another dimension creating what she called “Ultra Beasts”, so she likely was isolated from any source of diapers. Reshiram’s tail would light the diaper on fire, and Ho-oh moved her tail feathers so often it would end up ripping any sort of padding. So that left Lugia, Zekrom, Kyurem, and unfortunately, Palkia. All of them had a habit of messing with the others, moreso than any of those Mythical pokemon. Lugia loved to pull pranks on the others, particularly Groundon and Ho-oh, so perhaps these diapers were just a joke that got out of hand. While Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem were all once the same being, the latter two were far less mature than Reshiram. This could just be another one of their “experiments” to help Arceus determine what to add to the world next, for all Dialga knew. Palkia… was completely unpredictable. Dialga had no idea what to expect from her and rarely talked to her, as he’d always had a rivalry with his sister ever since The Great Creator had first given them life. All seemed like good candidates, but only time would tell if Dialga’s hypotheses were correct (Dialga *was* the god of time, after all).
So now he had his suspects, it was just a matter of finding them. Arceus was still happily dreaming, so Dialga’s first order of business was to wake him up in the least aggravating way possible.
He tried teleporting out of his diaper, but when he tried, the diaper absorbed the energy and buzzed as if to say “Nice try.” Then he tried to stretch out and see if he could manually lift Arceus’s head using his tail, but upon turning around he saw that Arceus had shifted into his much heavier Rock form while he was asleep. Groaning quietly, Dialga was about to give up when he saw a group of Whismur come out from a small hole in one of the trees. “My karma must’ve caught up with me,” thought Dialga.
“Okay, I think they’re both asleep.” one of them said.
Dialga knew that Whismur scare easily, and that when they do, they’re almost as loud as Dialga’s own Roar of Time. Though he’d have to wait for a good opportunity, so he pretended to sleep and relied on his phychic powers to see.
From what he could see, the Whismur were not diapered -presumably because their anatomy wouldn't allow for one to fit- but still intended to get enjoyment out of them. They did this by climbing onto a branch above Arceus, then jumping down onto his enourmous diaper, which was like a big, crinkle bed to them.
“Ooo, its so soft!”
“This is way better than jumping into Mareep wool!”
“Ah, those crinkles are music to my ears!”
They seemed to be having quite a bit of fun, but there were plenty more diapered rears where they could play. Slowly, Dialga lifted his head and turned towards the mauve and yellow pokemon atop Arceus’s diaper. Via his phychic powers he compelled one of them to look over at him.
“D-did any of you hear-“
“Hello young Whismur. Can I help you?”
And so began a cacophony of shrieks and wails as all of the Whismur tumbled off Arceus and ran back to their hole as fast as they could muster. As Arceus began to stir, Dialga pretended to be shocked awake.
“W-what was that? Is one of our creations in danger?”
“Do not worry, Great Creator, it was just a group of Whismur. You know how they are with their deceptively loud vocal chords.”
“Yes, we thought it would be quite funny to give such a small Pokemon such a loud voice. We suppose we had this coming. Anyway, now that you know of our fascination with diapers, young Dialga, we insist you begin to alter time to feature them more prominently. Or at least, continue wearing the one we gave you. Otherwise you are free to return to your own relm.”
Though Dialga had no intention keeping his diaper on, nor making all of time do the same, he remained polite out of respect for his creator. “As you wish, Your Excellence.”
Arceus got up and began waddling into Dialga’s field of view, and summoned a projection of the Hoenn region. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to help the PokeDiaper factory expand to mainland Hoenn, so if you need anything, we’ll right here.” as he pointed to a small island with his front hoof. “We’ll bring back some Pokepuffs for you and the others, so don’t go anywhere farther than a few lightyears. Ta-ta!” And with a quick bounce on his rump Arceus teleported away in a flash of gold light.
Dialga breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed from babysitting his creator. As much as he cared for him, there was a limit to how ridiculous of a request Dialga could handle. But now his goal was to find the source of the diapers, starting with Kyurem and Zekrom. Dialga teleported through time once more, and found that his diaper was still firmly affixed to his rump. He anticipated mockery from the other legendaries, but perhaps the diaper would help him get the the point faster. It would only be a matter of time.
To Be Continued…
This version has some diaper use in it, so be warned.
(I recommend reading this story in its original format, as some of the text modifications are lost when transferred to a Fur Affinity description, but in case the button does not work, here it is.)
Chapter 1
Have you ever wondered what legendary pokemon do in their free time? Well, most of the time they just observe humans, but sometimes their methods of passing time are a little more… strange. This is the story of one such event.
Dialga was doing his usual timeline matinence, checking for paradoxes and whatnot, when he recieved a telephathic message from his Creator, Arceus.
“Dialga, come to our realm immediately, for we have something important to show you,” Arceus said in his usual overdramatic voice. Whenever Dialga was sent one of these messages, he was always quick to obey; it could be serious! Knowing this, he immediately prepared to warp to Arceus’s realm, and after stretching his legs, he dissapeared in a flash of blue light.
Arceus’s realm consisted of a flat white plane with the occational white rock jutting out of the ground. These *would* be the only features, but the landscape was scattered with some of The Great Creator’s many works, such as mountains, plants, and even other pokemon. As Dialga warped into this domain he startled a group of Mareep who were sleeping in a nearby patch of grass. Once Dialga’s senses ajusted, he heard a very unusual sound; it sounded like the rustling of dead leaves combined with a flag flapping in the wind. In all his experience, Dialga recognized the sound as a time rift, and rushed to mend it.
He found the rift by a small river; the rift wasn’t *too* big, only about a meter in height, and began to remove it. Dialga planted his feet, concentrated, and after the surrounding area darkened, let out his signature Roar of Time. The rift was sealed in less than a second, easy work by Dialga’s standards. However, the sound didn’t stop, in fact it seemed to have grown louder. Without thinking he dashed in its direction, found a second, bigger rip, and repeated his process from before.
“This must be serious if even Arceus cannot handle it,” Dialga thought as he continued his mending spree, and ran off to look for any remaining rifts.
Chapter 2
Dialga’s rift mending slowly led him up a copy of Mount Coronet, the tallest mountain in Sinnoh. While the whole relm belonged to Arceus, Dialga knew that Arceus preffered to dwell at Mt. Coronet’s summit, which also happened to be where the last time rift was. Now somewhat winded, Dialga found himself at the last, much larger rift, located near the entrance to the summit. He began his rift-removal process, when all of a sudden, it vanished before Dialga even finished planting his feet.
“Your work has proven sufficient, no longer must you continue,” said the unseen but familar voice of Arceus.
“Your Excellence! Are you ok?” Dialga responded.
“We are fine,” Arceus responded,”Now enter. We have something important to show you.”
Relieved, Dialga entered the summit, and was greeted by something quite bizzare. The Great Creator appeared to be showing Dialga his rear, which had quite a bizzare grament wrapped around it. This alone would be strange enough, as Arceus never wore any sort of human garb, but even stranger was the nature of the garment. It was incredibly thick, almost reaching the ground and reducing Arceus's majestic tail to a mere stub. The garment appeared to be made of some sort of shiny but puffy manmade material, not cloth nor wool. Dialga, confused, strafed around Arceus while looking straight at his garment the whole time. When viewed from the side a few more things were revealed; the massive garment ended at the ring surrounding Arceus’s waist, dwarfing it by comparison. The front of the garment, near his nether regions, had a horizontal orange strip which several tapes were attached to, presumably to keep the it together. However, when Dialga finally stood face-to-face with Arceus, he saw that Arceus was, for the first time in all eternity, blushing.
“Could we sit down?” said Arceus in a somewhat strained voice,“I know we have a lot fo explaining to do, but at the moment most of our effort is going to keeping ourselves upright.” Dialga hadn’t noticed, but the garment spread Arceus’s hind legs quite far apart.
“Um, very well?” said Dialga.
And with that Arceus sat his massive, poofy rump down, shooting out large amounts of white powder in the process.
“Ah, much better,” said a relieved Arceus,”Now, ask away!”
First, to not seem rude, Dialga asked about the time rifts. “Your Excellence, why were there time rifts in your realm? I hate to sound rude, but couldn’t you have disposed of them yourself?”
“Ah! The answer is simple, young Dialga. We felt somewhat bad for distracting you from your duty, so we provided you with the simple task of mending time-space anomolies!” To Dialga’s shock, one such anomoly appeared right next to him. “Do not be alarmed. This is merely a portal that looks like a rift; we just made them dissapear every time you ‘mended’ one.” And on queue the time rift dissapeared.
This realization frustrated Dialga. He was not only fooled into thinking a crisis was occuring, he thought, but now he had discovered The Great Creator wearing… THAT?! If he didn't know better Dialga would be outraged at this waste of his time.
Chapter 3
“Let us guess, does your next question concerns this garment around our waist?” Arceus said smugly.
Dialga -somewhat surprised- answered,”Well… yes, Your Excellence. What made you aware of my curiousity?”
“Young Dialga, do you forget our ability to read minds?” said Arceus. To emphasize this, Dialga’s exact thoughts appeared written on the ground between the two gods.
“Well-“
“No need to answer: we already know. You forgot we could do that.” interrupted Arceus. If there was anything Dialga had learned about The Creator, it was that despite his dramatic, formal way of speaking, Arceus quite enjoyed toying with others. “This wonderful garment is called a diaper,” said Arceus whilst patting his own diaper with a floating hand made of energy,”It is apparently a human invention to make one look cuter.”
“I-I see, Your Excellence, You do look... different than usual.” replied a flustered Dialga.”Though I wonder, how did you h-hear of the existance of d-d-diapers?” Dialga found the word “diaper” took some effort to say.
“We’re pleased that you asked!” Arceus answered. “But we tire of remaining atop this mountain,” he said as he stood up. “Let us continue this conversation somewhere more… secluded,” and in a flash of golden light, Arceus and Dialga were teleported back to the grassy field in which Dialga first began his excursion. “Walk with us,” commanded Arceus as he began to walk, his massive diaper crinkling loudly in the process. Dialga gingerly followed as Arceus began to explain himself.
Chapter 4
“You see, young Dialga, we were observing an island off the coast of Hoenn. Its population contained no humans, only pokemon. There were still buildings and pathways, but none were manmade. The most notable feature of the island was a large factory made of rock, which every pokemon seemed to work for. Feeling curious, we observed the inner workings, and found that the factory produced something quite bizzare.”
“Diapers?” guessed Dialga.
“Correct. More specifically, diapers for all the pokemon on the island. Every pokemon on the island wore them due to the island lacking ‘toilets’, whatever those are. Perhaps a sort of cuteness enhancement device? Anyway, we observed the pokemon working in the factory, and noticed that, along with making them all far cuter, the diapers they wore each had a specific purpose.”
“I-I’m not sure I follow,” muttered Dialga.
“Oh, give us a break, we know of your encyclopedic knowledge of human customs,” rebutted Arceus as he lightly bumped Dialga with his diaper. “As the ranks progressed, so did the amount of padding. We saw that the delivery pokemon all had thin, blue diapers to allow for better mobility, we supposed. In contrast, there were Electric type pokemon sat near the Klang-powered assembly line. They each wore a striped orange and yellow diaper the size of a large boulder. We learned, after touring the factory whilst diguised as a Stantler, that the electric types powered the factory. The diaper was merely a means to gather all the electricity.”
“Who gave you the tour?” asked Dialga.
“A young Marshtomp. He was very polite.” Arceus responded.
“Understood. But how did all this lead to *you* diapered?”
“At the end of the tour, the Marshtomp allowed us to wear one of the defective diapers. Apparently, it was ordered by a full-grown Rapidash to wear while running, but came out too thick. After putting it on with the help of a bored Kadabra, we looked at ourselves in a nearby mirror." Arceus gained a tranquil look in his eyes. "The diaper was the most perfect thing we had ever seen; and that’s saying something. It was very comfortable: it was snug, warm, very soft, and made us feel completely safe, like an infant Kangaskhan in her mother’s pouch. Looking in the mirror, we saw how thick and puffy it was, so much so that we couldn’t even close our legs. Whilst we observed our posterior, we asked,’Did you really make this? It’s so comfortable!’”
“Yessiree!” replied the Marshtomp,”Our diapers are considered to be the thickest, softest, and cutest around. I can see you’re enjoying that one quite a bit.”
“ ‘You’d be correct,’ we responded. We wanted to extend our sincerest of thanks, so we transformed back into our regular form,”
“A-Arceus! I-I’m honored to b-be in in your p-presence!” the shocked Marshtomp replied. “I-I-I’m glad you enjoy our diapers s-so much. To think the most powerful pokemon came to our little factory…”
“ ‘Your work has pleased us greatly,’ we said,’And for that, we will give this factory a blessing of prosperity.’ And with that we blessed the factory via a rump bump to the wall, and traveled back to our realm.”
Dialga was mistified. This sort of behavior was the last thing he would explect from Arceus. Giritina, maybe, but never Arceus. “So if the… diaper of every pokemon on the island had its own use, Your Excellence, what’s the purpose of yours?” he asked.
“Simple,” replied Arceus,”We have quite the passion for anything cute, as you’ve seen from some of our creations.” As he said this a Mareep flock ran past the two of them. Arceus was quick to point a hoof at them, and within a second they all wore copies of the orange and yellow diaper Arceus had described. “See? These Mareep were already cute enough, but now they will melt the heart of all who gaze upon them!” Arceus chuckled. “Anyways, we wanted to look as cute as our creations did, but we hadn’t known how until we discovered diapers. Our diaper is a perfect replica of the defective one we first wore. It was our first, after all.”
“That explains the thickness,” remarked Dialga.
Chapter 5
After walking for a while longer, with Arceus diapering every pokemon he saw on the way, the two gods reached a grove of trees, where Arceus decided they should take a nap.
Arceus yawned. “We hope you don’t mind, young Dialga, but we must make one change before we begin sleeping.” After yawning again Arceus lazily pointed at Dialga before sitting on the ground.
Dialga was initally confused as to what this change was, but quickly learned after he found that his hind legs wouldn’t close. Bracing for the inevitable, Dialga turned his head to look at his hindquarters, which was now wrapped in a diaper of its own. It wasn’t as thick as Arceus’s, only reaching Dialga’s knees. It was colored blue with a cyan stripe running down its center, and while Dialga couldn’t see it, it had a large picture of his chestplate near his tail.
“Why am *I* diapered?” Dialga asked, somewhat fed up.
Arceus’s smiled,”So we could do THIS!” Arceus bumped diapers with Dialga, knocking him onto his stomach. Dialga looked back again and saw Arceus lay down directly behind him. He placed his head on Dialga’s diaper, using it as a pillow, and fell asleep in seconds.
“Oh. that’s why he diapered me,” whispered Dialga. Feeling tired himself, he felt it best to join Arceus in sleeping, and rested his head on the ground. After a long while of thinking about what Arceus’s diaper obsession would do to the space-time continueum, Dialga dozed off.
In his dream Dialga saw the tall, red eyed shadow he recognized as Giratina.
“Arceus is horribly naive! I’ll tell you everything right now, Die-die!”
Dialga groaned in annoyance.
Chapter 6
Giratina had recently made a habit of invading the dreams of other pokemon; it was the only way she could talk to anyone outside the Distortion World. This habit quickly annoyed the other legendaries, especially Dialga, but since nobody could control dreams, they couldn’t do anything to stop her.
“What are you going to say this time?” said Dialga. “Before you ask, no. Increasing the amount of dark matter you make won’t get you let out early.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to ask you anything.” replied Giratina as she switched to her Altered form. “Hold on, do rhetorical questions count?”
“Ugh… no, they don’t.”
“Excellent! So, tell me, did you notice anything… unusual about Archie?”
“Besides the diaper, you mean?”
“Exactly the diaper! He must’ve looked ridiculous… how thick was it again?”
“It was almost touching the ground,” Dialga replied. “Even when he was standing, his diaper was only a few centimeters above the ground.”
This information sent Giratina into rather long fit of laughter. “Ahahahaha! Seriously?! Wow… and he doesn’t even know how babyish he looks!”
“Baby-ish? What do you mean?”
"Let me show you!" said Giritina as she began to cloth herself in several garments. First, a thick red bonnet appeared on her head, followed by a long strip of frilly pink cloth tied around her neck. Red, plush booties appeared on each of her 6 feet, and Dialga watched in disbelief as a poofy black and red diaper wrapped itself around her rear legs.
Smiling at Dialga’s shocked expression, Giritina began her explanation. “These clothes are mostly worn by baby humans, although thanks to Arcy’s recent meddling young pokemon have begun wearing them as well. I’ll admit that these foot and head coverings don’t seem to do anything, but they're comfy so who cares? But I do know that this pink garment -called a bib- is meant to keep oneself clean while eating.”
A large bowl of mashed oran berries appeared in front of Giritina, who eagerly began to chow down. By the time she was finished most of her face and neck were covered in blue mush, but a quick lift of her bib revealed that none had gotten on her neck, accompanied by a smug “Told you so”.
“The Great Creator would greatly dissaprove of this, you know!” said Dialga.
“Better not call the kettle black, Die die!” she responded. Before he could react, Dialga was dropped into a large chair-like contraption with a tray attached to the front. He landed on his rear -which was still wrapped in the diaper Arceus had given him- before several straps bound his legs. He felt an identical pink bib appear around his neck, and fearing the worst glanced back at Giritina.
“Time for you to have a little snack!” she said. As expected, another bowl appeared in front of Dialga, this time containing Razz berry pulp.
“Do you really expect me to eat- MMPH!” said Dialga before a waterfall of berry mush began cascading into his mouth. Intially he tried to wait for the bowl to run out, but in typical Giritina fasion its contents continued uninhibited. The mashed berries were beginning to heap around his face, overwelming him with their unusually intoxicating scent. With a loud sigh, Dialga gave in and began to eat; Razz berries were his favorite, after all.
Chapter 7
After Dialga ate far more berries than he felt was neccesary, the flow finally stopped, and Dialga’s chest was left covered in razz berry mush. Feeling curious Dialga lifted his bib, revealing his pristine blue skin to have remained spotless.
“Ok, Giritina, you’ve proved your point. Can I wake up now?”
“Oh, I’m not done yet!” said Giritina. “I still haven’t told you what THIS is for!” as she careened into Dialga’s chair diaper first, launching him out of it and back onto the ground. “The berries gotta come out the other end, don’t they?!”
“What are you- oh no. You don’t mean-“
Dialga was cut short by a loud *FRRRTT* noise from Giritina. As he slowly looked towards the noise, Dialga’s vision was dominated by Giritina’s puffy rear, which was quickly growing lumpy and ballooning in size as Giritina’s own poop began to slowly fill her diaper. Disgusted, Dialga’s nose was assaulted as her diaper sagged between her back legs and slowly surrounded the base of her tail with smelly squishiness. Backing away a bit, he watched in horror as the diaper swelled to the point of fully engulfing her back legs, leaving only her teet visable. She didn’t even need to bend her legs to squish her diaper now, which she proceeded to do while eyeing Dialga smugly.
“Stop that!” yelled Dialga, having completely lost his composure. “Surely if you know about the Creator’s fascination with diapers, you’d surely know not to… SOIL THEM?! He’d be furious if he saw you!”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” said a smirking Giritina as she squished her diaper a bit. Feeling like giving Dialga a real treat, she unfurled her wings and flew as high as she could muster. Quickly, Giritina used her wings to grab ahold of her tail, and with a last burst of strength, she pulled it upwards as hard as she could. This quickly forced the remaining mess inside her into her diaper, and with a triumphant *FWUMPFT* Giritina’s diaper doubled in size and quadrupled in smell. Now four of her six legs were engulfed in mess, and even her front legs were pressed tightly against her huge lumpy diaper. The pieces within were the size of small boulders, albeit of a much squishier texture. Even if it was disgusting, Dialga had to admit he was impressed Giritina could fly with the addition of such a huge weight.
“Your going to hurt yourself if you keep this up, you know!” yelled Dialga.
“Don’t worry! I just made myself a nice squishy landing gear!” and without a second thought Giritina came barreling towards the ground, diaper first of course. Dialga was quick enough to teleport out of the way before Giritina landed back down with a loud *SQUISH* He had to work even harder not to vomit as the smell returned in full force.
“And that’s what diapers are for!” said Giritina atop her smelly throne. “If you ever feel nature calling, you just answer it. No waiting at all! Plus you get a super comfy place to sit when you're finished! Pretty cool, right? Quite useful for a ‘mon who can’t leave her own dimension! That’s all I wanted to tell you.
"See ya soon, Diapalga!”
Dialga felt the Distortion World dissolve around him as he regained consciousness, though he could’ve sworn he heard more farting as he awoke. He wasn’t sure what to think; first Arceus’s massive poofbutt, now Giritina’s mess obsession, what had brought this about? He needed answers, but that would have to wait until the still-sleeping Arceus moved his head from Dialga’s posterior.
Chapter 8
Who could be responsable for this craze of poof among his fellow deities? Sure there was that diaper factory Arceus mentioned, but it appeared that Arceus already knew of the poofy undergarments long before he’d discovered it. Yet somehow he still didn’t know their use… It had to be someone else.
As he was confined to the forest grove for the moment, Dialga began to narrow down the suspects. Both Kyogre and Rayquaza’s anatomy prevented a diaper from fitting either of them. Yveltol and Zyguard were sleeping and Xernas was off in another dimension creating what she called “Ultra Beasts”, so she likely was isolated from any source of diapers. Reshiram’s tail would light the diaper on fire, and Ho-oh moved her tail feathers so often it would end up ripping any sort of padding. So that left Lugia, Zekrom, Kyurem, and unfortunately, Palkia. All of them had a habit of messing with the others, moreso than any of those Mythical pokemon. Lugia loved to pull pranks on the others, particularly Groundon and Ho-oh, so perhaps these diapers were just a joke that got out of hand. While Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem were all once the same being, the latter two were far less mature than Reshiram. This could just be another one of their “experiments” to help Arceus determine what to add to the world next, for all Dialga knew. Palkia… was completely unpredictable. Dialga had no idea what to expect from her and rarely talked to her, as he’d always had a rivalry with his sister ever since The Great Creator had first given them life. All seemed like good candidates, but only time would tell if Dialga’s hypotheses were correct (Dialga *was* the god of time, after all).
So now he had his suspects, it was just a matter of finding them. Arceus was still happily dreaming, so Dialga’s first order of business was to wake him up in the least aggravating way possible.
He tried teleporting out of his diaper, but when he tried, the diaper absorbed the energy and buzzed as if to say “Nice try.” Then he tried to stretch out and see if he could manually lift Arceus’s head using his tail, but upon turning around he saw that Arceus had shifted into his much heavier Rock form while he was asleep. Groaning quietly, Dialga was about to give up when he saw a group of Whismur come out from a small hole in one of the trees. “My karma must’ve caught up with me,” thought Dialga.
“Okay, I think they’re both asleep.” one of them said.
Dialga knew that Whismur scare easily, and that when they do, they’re almost as loud as Dialga’s own Roar of Time. Though he’d have to wait for a good opportunity, so he pretended to sleep and relied on his phychic powers to see.
From what he could see, the Whismur were not diapered -presumably because their anatomy wouldn't allow for one to fit- but still intended to get enjoyment out of them. They did this by climbing onto a branch above Arceus, then jumping down onto his enourmous diaper, which was like a big, crinkle bed to them.
“Ooo, its so soft!”
“This is way better than jumping into Mareep wool!”
“Ah, those crinkles are music to my ears!”
They seemed to be having quite a bit of fun, but there were plenty more diapered rears where they could play. Slowly, Dialga lifted his head and turned towards the mauve and yellow pokemon atop Arceus’s diaper. Via his phychic powers he compelled one of them to look over at him.
“D-did any of you hear-“
“Hello young Whismur. Can I help you?”
And so began a cacophony of shrieks and wails as all of the Whismur tumbled off Arceus and ran back to their hole as fast as they could muster. As Arceus began to stir, Dialga pretended to be shocked awake.
“W-what was that? Is one of our creations in danger?”
“Do not worry, Great Creator, it was just a group of Whismur. You know how they are with their deceptively loud vocal chords.”
“Yes, we thought it would be quite funny to give such a small Pokemon such a loud voice. We suppose we had this coming. Anyway, now that you know of our fascination with diapers, young Dialga, we insist you begin to alter time to feature them more prominently. Or at least, continue wearing the one we gave you. Otherwise you are free to return to your own relm.”
Though Dialga had no intention keeping his diaper on, nor making all of time do the same, he remained polite out of respect for his creator. “As you wish, Your Excellence.”
Arceus got up and began waddling into Dialga’s field of view, and summoned a projection of the Hoenn region. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to help the PokeDiaper factory expand to mainland Hoenn, so if you need anything, we’ll right here.” as he pointed to a small island with his front hoof. “We’ll bring back some Pokepuffs for you and the others, so don’t go anywhere farther than a few lightyears. Ta-ta!” And with a quick bounce on his rump Arceus teleported away in a flash of gold light.
Dialga breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed from babysitting his creator. As much as he cared for him, there was a limit to how ridiculous of a request Dialga could handle. But now his goal was to find the source of the diapers, starting with Kyurem and Zekrom. Dialga teleported through time once more, and found that his diaper was still firmly affixed to his rump. He anticipated mockery from the other legendaries, but perhaps the diaper would help him get the the point faster. It would only be a matter of time.
To Be Continued…
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I have to admit, this is quite an interesting story. I'd like to hear more about the island of diapered pokémon.
OMG!! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! I LOVED this story! I am SUPER EXCITED for the next addition! After reading this story, I can no longer look at a picture of Arceus without thinking of him wearing a SUPER THICK diaper! Also, because of the way you portrayed him, Arceus is now one of my favorite Pokémon! Once again, I can't wait to see the next update/addition to this story! *Happy crinkle wags* =^w^=
Wow, I'm glad that I managed to sway your opinion! I always felt that Arceus would act rather like a childlike king, being the (storywise) most powerful pokemon, but also the first created.
I don't know when I'll write the next part; these kinds of things take time. But I would like your feedback on something; should I put Giritina in future chapters? I feel like she was a little understated compared to Arceus. I intitally wanted to give all the legendaries semi-equal exposure, but I might not.
Thanks again!
I don't know when I'll write the next part; these kinds of things take time. But I would like your feedback on something; should I put Giritina in future chapters? I feel like she was a little understated compared to Arceus. I intitally wanted to give all the legendaries semi-equal exposure, but I might not.
Thanks again!
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