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Okay okay okay so I'm gonna get this out this week I swear!!!!
...coupled with FurAffinity's issues as well, for some reason I couldn't publish this file and tried everything, and eventually restarting my computer did the trick, but it was so infuriating I had to take a break from writing. Next part out today in a few hours, or whenever I finish it. As for part 3?... Eventually. Or Eeveentually, heh...
I'm sorry about that one.
||| IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!!! |||
After this 3 (or maybe even 4!) parter story, I'm open to taking suggestions for short stories, and will FINALLY open this mysterious thing called a 'commission'. Once I post part 2 of this, I will (HOPEFULLY) have a decent price list up. I can't, unfortunately, have a concrete deadline as that's just not how I work unfortunately :C but I can ensure you that if you work up an agreeable, comfortable deadline with me in notes, then I will definitely finish it by then. If not, then get your story+money back. What a deal!
||| IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!!! |||
Words: 1865
CW: N/A
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Story:
The cream-colored and heart-shaped tip of his tail quivered as the 11 year-old Eevee in bed yawned and rubbed his eyes with his paws. A bad habit, sure, but it felt pretty good in the morning.
Undoing his covers, he tentatively stepped out of bed in his pajamas and got a good stretch in. His ears flicked as he recollected the events of last night. Looking over to his closet, an unusual lump was snuggled within old clothes and books that were purposely burying it on the top in an attempt to hide it. Putting them under his bed was a bad idea, as when his Sylveon mother got home, she checked on him in his room and looked under his bed to try to find him. Cream liked his books and sometimes ducked under his bed to read, so when he walked in on his mother, Kate, looking under his bed, he briefly panicked. Thankfully, she didn’t find the hidden items, and Cream decided that hiding them in his closet was a better move. His parents didn’t really touch his closet, and for good reason. What would there even be to hide? Cream silently thanked Arceus he wasn’t born to an Espeon.
“Cream! It’s almost 9:00! Waffles are getting cold! And we leave at 10 to get you to Leaf’s house, remember?” Yelled a deeper voice. It was his father, Midnight, calling for him this time. Normally it was his mother to take him places, but she must've gone earlier to the daycare early. Sitting down on his carpeted floor, he was reminded about the other day.
‘Daycare…’ Remembering what happened there made him blush. It wasn’t exactly every single day that the young Eevee would have an accident, especially multiple in one day, and even more especially having a messy accident. In fact, it’s been years since he’d properly had an accident, he remembered when he was 6 and the bathroom line at the theme park was too long, and he let go of his bladder. The feeling of relief was nice, but he did wet himself in front of his parents and in public. But to the Eevee it wasn’t that big of a deal, other than the embarrassment and teasing that came with it from his parents, but he wasn’t exactly a large Eevee, which helped the lazy eye usually pass him by.
Honestly? Cream had fun at the daycare. Other than the unsavory moments he experienced, it opened his eyes as to the joys of a younger life, without need for much responsibility or worry. The greatest thing he worried about, aside from being discovered as not a toddler, was hoping that his sand tower wouldn’t fall before he was finished with it.
Eyes darting over to his closet, he contemplated something. He had his small, traveling backpack to take over, of course, since it was the weekend now and he planned to spend the night at Leaf’s house, but the closet held the item in question.
Little kid Pull-Ups, or Paw-Ups as the particular brand was called. One was clearly frayed and worn from wearing it, and the other three were in prime condition.
Cream trotted over to the pile in his closet and threw a few things off of it. Grabbing his backpack from a small, clear bin in the closet, he unzipped it and began packing. He grabbed his water bottle from the side and set it aside to fill up later, as well as packing a small sleeping bag and a miniature pillow, before stuffing a set of pajamas and clothes in it too. Although, he didn’t pack any spare underwear.
He then went over to the secret spot in his closet and stared at the ‘diapers’ intently. Cream’s mind raced. Would Leaf truly care that much about it? The worn Pull-Up even had prints of Leaf, anyways. The other three were galaxy themed and mostly blue. What if his parents had found this out earlier? Could he really bring them? He contemplated this before hiding the Snivy-themed one in a corner. He had to keep it as a memento from his experience at the daycare.
An opening of the door shot his tail and ears high as he jumped, quickly shoving all three of the blue absorbent garments in front of him into his backpack and tucking them underneath the sleeping bag, before turning to look at Midnight the Umbreon at his doorway, thankfully not noticing his son in the closet.
“Everything alright? You’ve been up here for almost 15 minutes and haven’t even undressed. You’d never miss waffles, bud.” he questioned.
“Y-yeah dad, it’s fine, I’m just excited to go see Leaf, so I’m packing before I head over, ‘yknow?” Cream stammered, unprepared for the sudden barge-in.
“Alright then, well we’re going to leave after you eat, I have to refuel my car.” Turning around to leave, his stiff tail held at an angle, he walked away. “And remember to eat your waffles! I didn’t soak them in syrup for you to leave them there!” He said.
“Okaaaaay! I’m almost done anyways!” Cream yelled, before shimmying off his pajamas and tossing them into his hamper. He missed the bottoms and had to go over to place it more gently inside.
He unzipped his backpack again and rustled it up before taking one of the Pull-Ups from the bag and tipping himself onto his back. Moving his tail up near his back, he put his hind legs into the steps of the Pull-Up and awkwardly stood on his hind legs to try to pull them up onto himself. Instead, he fell over with an ‘Oof!’ and instead placed his paws onto the wall to balance him, then taking one of his paws to pull one side and the other to pull the other side.
‘Yeesh.’ Cream thought. ‘Putting these on is a lot harder than taking them off.’ He then flicked his tail to his paw and began to thread it through the tailhole, having to slightly expand it as his tail was fairly large for his age. He sighed as he enjoyed the feel of the Pull-Up on his bottom, it being far more comfortable than his underwear ever was, with the benefit of being adorned with, admittedly, cute designs.
‘And I don’t have to use the bathroom…’ he chuckled to himself. He wasn’t actually going to use them on purpose, he thought. He’s 11, that’s far too old for that. And even so, what would Leaf think of it…? Maybe he wouldn’t wanna be friends anymore.
‘No, Leaf’s far too kind for that’ Cream thought. ‘He wouldn’t judge… wouldn’t he?’ Pushing this topic from his mind, he trotted over to his dresser before taking some red cargo shorts and a black tee, which had a picture of all the Eeveelutions on it, and putting them on, sliding his tail right through the hole on his shorts, and ensuring that his Pull-Up’s waistband couldn’t be discovered through the top of his shorts, or discovered from the frilly tailhole of the Pull-Up.
Slinging his backpack on and grabbing his water bottle in his mouth, he walked downstairs before greeting his father, dressed in a suit and rather expensive-looking suit pants, and hopping onto the chair to eat, feeling the slight bulk and cushioning of his new ‘undies’ as he sat down.
“Lemme take that for you pal.” Midnight cut in and nabbed Cream’s water bottle, walking over to the fridge to fill it. As he was, Cream carved into his waffles and completely and utterly obliterated them. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Cream was all here for it, especially it being 9:02 and him not having eaten yet.
He thanked his father for the meal and washed his plate, watching the Umbreon place the water bottle into the holder onto his currently worn backpack.
“Let’s get your little butt moving, dad’s got a meeting to get to today, alright?” Midnight said, as he playfully used his front paw to lightly spank Cream.
“Hey!” Cream replied, turning to face his father, as a blush was apparent on his face not just from the embarrassment of the spank, but also from what he was wearing. Midnight even thought to himself that his bottom was rather… odd today, for a lack of a better word. He couldn’t quite put his tail on it, but it looked… bulkier, and felt almost crinkly-soft, but he chalked that up to the cargo shorts, much to the unknown relief of his son.
“And I’ll do it again if you aren’t in the car in a few minutes. Come on, I’m sure your friend is eager to see you too.” the Umbreon said, before walking back into his garage and shutting the door behind him. Cream’s ear flickered as he heard the garage door opening.
“That was kinda close…” Cream said to himself. “He almost… found out.” The Eevee walked over to the garage door and made a quick mental checklist. Bed and pillow? Check. Set of pajamas and clothes? Check… spare ‘underwear’? Check. Water bottle? Check.
‘Crap! Almost forgot!’ Cream bounded over to his living room and undid a drawer to show a small remote, perfect for his paw size to grasp and use. ‘Now I’m ready…’
‘To DESTROY him!’
The car stopped and the Eevee blinked, tail and ears twitching a bit, as he turned his head to look out of the car from his car seat. It was a pretty boring ride, as usual, only stopping once for the Umbreon in the front seat to pump some more fuel into the car.
But now they were stopped at a quaint house, big enough for a small family to live inside of. Cream unbuckled himself and put his backpack back on, ensuring that it was on securely and that his water bottle wouldn’t randomly fall off, he opened the car door and hopped out, landing safely on his four paws, before closing the door behind him.
The window to the shotgun spot rolled down as he saw his father’s black, yellow-tipped ears poke out as he heard him speak.
“Have fun! I’ll be here Sunday night to pick you up!” He said. “Call me or your mother if anything is wrong, love you!” Cream didn’t even get a chance to reciprocate the words before the car pulled out rather violently and sped off.
‘He must’ve really needed to go to that meeting of his.’ Cream thought. ‘Being a businessmon must be such a busy life.’ He led himself over to the house as its structure loomed over himself. He was still thinking about what he tell Leaf about his… ‘interesting’... choice of underwear, if he found out that is. Taking a breath to compose his wild emotions, he stuck a paw out and rang the lower of the two doorbells, the one meant for typically quadrupedal Pokemon to use, but even then he almost had to get onto his tippy toes from the height of it.
Opening the door was a large snout, as it turned itself aside to reveal the green face of Leaf, Cream’s best friend.
...coupled with FurAffinity's issues as well, for some reason I couldn't publish this file and tried everything, and eventually restarting my computer did the trick, but it was so infuriating I had to take a break from writing. Next part out today in a few hours, or whenever I finish it. As for part 3?... Eventually. Or Eeveentually, heh...
I'm sorry about that one.
||| IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!!! |||
After this 3 (or maybe even 4!) parter story, I'm open to taking suggestions for short stories, and will FINALLY open this mysterious thing called a 'commission'. Once I post part 2 of this, I will (HOPEFULLY) have a decent price list up. I can't, unfortunately, have a concrete deadline as that's just not how I work unfortunately :C but I can ensure you that if you work up an agreeable, comfortable deadline with me in notes, then I will definitely finish it by then. If not, then get your story+money back. What a deal!
||| IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!!! |||
Words: 1865
CW: N/A
Please click Download to read this story in its proper formatting. If not, then try to stomach auto formatting here. Honestly? It's not actually that bad.
Story:
The cream-colored and heart-shaped tip of his tail quivered as the 11 year-old Eevee in bed yawned and rubbed his eyes with his paws. A bad habit, sure, but it felt pretty good in the morning.
Undoing his covers, he tentatively stepped out of bed in his pajamas and got a good stretch in. His ears flicked as he recollected the events of last night. Looking over to his closet, an unusual lump was snuggled within old clothes and books that were purposely burying it on the top in an attempt to hide it. Putting them under his bed was a bad idea, as when his Sylveon mother got home, she checked on him in his room and looked under his bed to try to find him. Cream liked his books and sometimes ducked under his bed to read, so when he walked in on his mother, Kate, looking under his bed, he briefly panicked. Thankfully, she didn’t find the hidden items, and Cream decided that hiding them in his closet was a better move. His parents didn’t really touch his closet, and for good reason. What would there even be to hide? Cream silently thanked Arceus he wasn’t born to an Espeon.
“Cream! It’s almost 9:00! Waffles are getting cold! And we leave at 10 to get you to Leaf’s house, remember?” Yelled a deeper voice. It was his father, Midnight, calling for him this time. Normally it was his mother to take him places, but she must've gone earlier to the daycare early. Sitting down on his carpeted floor, he was reminded about the other day.
‘Daycare…’ Remembering what happened there made him blush. It wasn’t exactly every single day that the young Eevee would have an accident, especially multiple in one day, and even more especially having a messy accident. In fact, it’s been years since he’d properly had an accident, he remembered when he was 6 and the bathroom line at the theme park was too long, and he let go of his bladder. The feeling of relief was nice, but he did wet himself in front of his parents and in public. But to the Eevee it wasn’t that big of a deal, other than the embarrassment and teasing that came with it from his parents, but he wasn’t exactly a large Eevee, which helped the lazy eye usually pass him by.
Honestly? Cream had fun at the daycare. Other than the unsavory moments he experienced, it opened his eyes as to the joys of a younger life, without need for much responsibility or worry. The greatest thing he worried about, aside from being discovered as not a toddler, was hoping that his sand tower wouldn’t fall before he was finished with it.
Eyes darting over to his closet, he contemplated something. He had his small, traveling backpack to take over, of course, since it was the weekend now and he planned to spend the night at Leaf’s house, but the closet held the item in question.
Little kid Pull-Ups, or Paw-Ups as the particular brand was called. One was clearly frayed and worn from wearing it, and the other three were in prime condition.
Cream trotted over to the pile in his closet and threw a few things off of it. Grabbing his backpack from a small, clear bin in the closet, he unzipped it and began packing. He grabbed his water bottle from the side and set it aside to fill up later, as well as packing a small sleeping bag and a miniature pillow, before stuffing a set of pajamas and clothes in it too. Although, he didn’t pack any spare underwear.
He then went over to the secret spot in his closet and stared at the ‘diapers’ intently. Cream’s mind raced. Would Leaf truly care that much about it? The worn Pull-Up even had prints of Leaf, anyways. The other three were galaxy themed and mostly blue. What if his parents had found this out earlier? Could he really bring them? He contemplated this before hiding the Snivy-themed one in a corner. He had to keep it as a memento from his experience at the daycare.
An opening of the door shot his tail and ears high as he jumped, quickly shoving all three of the blue absorbent garments in front of him into his backpack and tucking them underneath the sleeping bag, before turning to look at Midnight the Umbreon at his doorway, thankfully not noticing his son in the closet.
“Everything alright? You’ve been up here for almost 15 minutes and haven’t even undressed. You’d never miss waffles, bud.” he questioned.
“Y-yeah dad, it’s fine, I’m just excited to go see Leaf, so I’m packing before I head over, ‘yknow?” Cream stammered, unprepared for the sudden barge-in.
“Alright then, well we’re going to leave after you eat, I have to refuel my car.” Turning around to leave, his stiff tail held at an angle, he walked away. “And remember to eat your waffles! I didn’t soak them in syrup for you to leave them there!” He said.
“Okaaaaay! I’m almost done anyways!” Cream yelled, before shimmying off his pajamas and tossing them into his hamper. He missed the bottoms and had to go over to place it more gently inside.
He unzipped his backpack again and rustled it up before taking one of the Pull-Ups from the bag and tipping himself onto his back. Moving his tail up near his back, he put his hind legs into the steps of the Pull-Up and awkwardly stood on his hind legs to try to pull them up onto himself. Instead, he fell over with an ‘Oof!’ and instead placed his paws onto the wall to balance him, then taking one of his paws to pull one side and the other to pull the other side.
‘Yeesh.’ Cream thought. ‘Putting these on is a lot harder than taking them off.’ He then flicked his tail to his paw and began to thread it through the tailhole, having to slightly expand it as his tail was fairly large for his age. He sighed as he enjoyed the feel of the Pull-Up on his bottom, it being far more comfortable than his underwear ever was, with the benefit of being adorned with, admittedly, cute designs.
‘And I don’t have to use the bathroom…’ he chuckled to himself. He wasn’t actually going to use them on purpose, he thought. He’s 11, that’s far too old for that. And even so, what would Leaf think of it…? Maybe he wouldn’t wanna be friends anymore.
‘No, Leaf’s far too kind for that’ Cream thought. ‘He wouldn’t judge… wouldn’t he?’ Pushing this topic from his mind, he trotted over to his dresser before taking some red cargo shorts and a black tee, which had a picture of all the Eeveelutions on it, and putting them on, sliding his tail right through the hole on his shorts, and ensuring that his Pull-Up’s waistband couldn’t be discovered through the top of his shorts, or discovered from the frilly tailhole of the Pull-Up.
Slinging his backpack on and grabbing his water bottle in his mouth, he walked downstairs before greeting his father, dressed in a suit and rather expensive-looking suit pants, and hopping onto the chair to eat, feeling the slight bulk and cushioning of his new ‘undies’ as he sat down.
“Lemme take that for you pal.” Midnight cut in and nabbed Cream’s water bottle, walking over to the fridge to fill it. As he was, Cream carved into his waffles and completely and utterly obliterated them. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Cream was all here for it, especially it being 9:02 and him not having eaten yet.
He thanked his father for the meal and washed his plate, watching the Umbreon place the water bottle into the holder onto his currently worn backpack.
“Let’s get your little butt moving, dad’s got a meeting to get to today, alright?” Midnight said, as he playfully used his front paw to lightly spank Cream.
“Hey!” Cream replied, turning to face his father, as a blush was apparent on his face not just from the embarrassment of the spank, but also from what he was wearing. Midnight even thought to himself that his bottom was rather… odd today, for a lack of a better word. He couldn’t quite put his tail on it, but it looked… bulkier, and felt almost crinkly-soft, but he chalked that up to the cargo shorts, much to the unknown relief of his son.
“And I’ll do it again if you aren’t in the car in a few minutes. Come on, I’m sure your friend is eager to see you too.” the Umbreon said, before walking back into his garage and shutting the door behind him. Cream’s ear flickered as he heard the garage door opening.
“That was kinda close…” Cream said to himself. “He almost… found out.” The Eevee walked over to the garage door and made a quick mental checklist. Bed and pillow? Check. Set of pajamas and clothes? Check… spare ‘underwear’? Check. Water bottle? Check.
‘Crap! Almost forgot!’ Cream bounded over to his living room and undid a drawer to show a small remote, perfect for his paw size to grasp and use. ‘Now I’m ready…’
‘To DESTROY him!’
The car stopped and the Eevee blinked, tail and ears twitching a bit, as he turned his head to look out of the car from his car seat. It was a pretty boring ride, as usual, only stopping once for the Umbreon in the front seat to pump some more fuel into the car.
But now they were stopped at a quaint house, big enough for a small family to live inside of. Cream unbuckled himself and put his backpack back on, ensuring that it was on securely and that his water bottle wouldn’t randomly fall off, he opened the car door and hopped out, landing safely on his four paws, before closing the door behind him.
The window to the shotgun spot rolled down as he saw his father’s black, yellow-tipped ears poke out as he heard him speak.
“Have fun! I’ll be here Sunday night to pick you up!” He said. “Call me or your mother if anything is wrong, love you!” Cream didn’t even get a chance to reciprocate the words before the car pulled out rather violently and sped off.
‘He must’ve really needed to go to that meeting of his.’ Cream thought. ‘Being a businessmon must be such a busy life.’ He led himself over to the house as its structure loomed over himself. He was still thinking about what he tell Leaf about his… ‘interesting’... choice of underwear, if he found out that is. Taking a breath to compose his wild emotions, he stuck a paw out and rang the lower of the two doorbells, the one meant for typically quadrupedal Pokemon to use, but even then he almost had to get onto his tippy toes from the height of it.
Opening the door was a large snout, as it turned itself aside to reveal the green face of Leaf, Cream’s best friend.
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Huh...wasn't expecting the first part of the new story tonight. But it's a pleasant surprise...
Already a close call or two, i see. But for how long will these remain close calls? Eh, now's not the time to wonder about that...looking forward to Cream's day with Leaf, and whatever escapades they may go on, or shenanigans that'll ensue
Already a close call or two, i see. But for how long will these remain close calls? Eh, now's not the time to wonder about that...looking forward to Cream's day with Leaf, and whatever escapades they may go on, or shenanigans that'll ensue
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