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The Smell of Success
Yuri lay slouched on his sofa in the darkness of his apartment, frequently drifting in and out of sleep. A fat tub of chocolate chip ice cream sat on top of his chubby stomach, practically licked clean by the Pikachu. The only source of light was from the television which was showing a Skitty clown repeatedly leaping through a huge ring stained with custard. The Pikachu was showing little-to-no interest in the programme, being too tired to comprehend anything that was currently going on.
It had been a long and tiring day for the teenage rodent. The lifestyle as a newbie Rescue Team leader was a tough and exhausting line of work. This was especially true when taking on numerous tasks in the same day, each more straining then the last. It did not help matters that he returned to his empty apartment, being welcomed by the uncomfortable scent of his leftover breakfast rather than a hospitable hug from his boyfriend. His Murkrow partner, Thash, had gone away on a short holiday with his family. Yuri had to spend the remainder of the day in solitude, watching re-runs and fattening himself up with snacks due to boredom.
After a prolonged yawn, his body suddenly slumped to the side as his mind succumbed to the beckoning slumber. The totally fatigued mouse’s well-deserved sleep was unfortunately interrupted by three hard knocks on his front door no more than a minute later. Yuri awoke with a groggy groan and got to his feet, forgetting that he was balancing a tub of ice cream on his stomach. He ignored it, switched on the lights and walked over to the front door, answering it after another yawn.
“Hello?” Yuri asked while opening the door.
Standing there was a shorts-wearing Quilava, just a few years old than he was, puffing on a cigar. He was carrying a navy blue shoulder bag with a huge, square-shaped bulge. The Fire-Type offered the Pikachu a paw to shake accompanied with a friendly smile.
“Good evening, sir!” he greeted. “Might I interest you in my product?”
Yuri yawned, taking the Quilava’s paw to shake after a little delay. “What kind of product are you selling, sir?” he inquired, putting on a smile of his own.
“If you would be so kind as to let me in, then I would be more than happy to show you,” the Quilava responded. “May I come in? I may be a Fire-Type, but it is cold out here.”
“Sure!” the generous rodent responded, taking a few steps back. “You’ll have to make it quick, though. I need to get some sleep.”
“I promise you it won’t take too long, sir,” the Pokemon spoke, walking into the room.
Yuri let out yet another yawn as he closed the door. He watched as his guest placed his bag on the ground and put out his cigar in the ashtray. Yuri was trying his best to remain awake, as hard as it was.
“So, what do you have to show me, sir?” Yuri inquired, heading towards him, eyes glued to the bag.
As a response to the question, the Quilava grinned and pulled out something from his bag Yuri never expected to see. Inside the bag was a rectangular box that had an image of a diaper on it along with the words, “Rusty’s Diapers” written over the illustration in bold, dark blue lettering.
“No, your eyes are not deceiving you, Pikachu!” Quilava exclaimed with an even bigger grin curling up. "I go around house to house selling only the finest diapers ever created! These adult diapers have the absolute best absorbency and are of the highest quality! You might ask why I'm trying to sell these to you, but I guarantee you'll see their brilliance if you would do me the simple favor of at least trying one on, for free! No strings attached!" the Quilava elaborated further with a suave charm.
Bewildered further, Yuri rubbed his weary eyes, not entirely convinced he was even awake. He even pinched himself as a final test to see if he wasn’t in some peculiar dream. All in the while, the salesman simply stood there, staring at him with the friendly grin stretched across his face.
“Um, come again, sir?” Yuri responded in the proceeding moments of awkward silence.
“I am selling Adult diapers, Pikachu!” Quilava happily reiterated, opening up the box, taking out poofy white diaper with blue tapes and dark blue spirals as designs. “Now, be a good sport and try it on!”
Yuri rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, chuckling nervously, forcing himself to maintain a smile. “I am sorry, sir, but I have no interest in adult diapers.”
“Oh, come on now, Pikachu, we are in the privacy on your own home,” Quilava softly retorted, walking over to the Pikachu, holding out the diaper. “I promise no one else will know.”
“Look, I am not one to judge another Pokemon’s, um, unusual interests,” Yuri responded, keeping up his polite tone the best as he could. “However, I am, and never will be fascinated in wearing adult diapers. I remember hating wearing them even as a Pichu!”
"I can see that you need convincing," the Quilava said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground a bit. "Tell you what; I’m a nice person, so here's what I'll do. Try one on, and if you don't absolutely love it, I'll give you $50!" He quickly fanned out the money for the Pikachu to see. “I’m that confident you will enjoy my adult diapers. You can't lose! Either you love my diapers or I pay you for your time wasted."
“I said no!” Yuri snapped in response, getting frustrated.
Despite the Pikachu’s disapproval, the bipedal Volcano Pokemon closed in on Yuri, his pleasant demeanour converting into an unnerving disposition. “I am afraid I won’t take that as an answer, Pikachu,” he spoke, his voice matching his new cunning appearance. “You will wear it and you WILL love it!”
The Quilava, with a rush of agility the fatigued Yuri couldn’t react to, drove his Thunderpunch powered fist into his gut. Even though the electrical blow wasn’t very effective type-wise, Yuri still became paralyzed by the swiftly delivered assault.
“What ...is...the...meaning...of...this?” Yuri asked, voice effected by his current state.
“Ssssh,” the scheming salesman hushed as he placed his specially design brand of diaper around the stunned rodent’s waist. He gave the butt area a few pats before taking a few steps back to observe the diaper sporting Pikachu in full view. “See? Doesn’t this feel so comfortable?”
Yuri let out an uncomfortable shudder and he began to blush in embarrassment. “T-T-Take this t-th-thing o-o-off me!” he demanded, trying desperately to break free from his troubling status.
"Heh...heh, you won't be anything but a mindless diaper slut once I'm finished with you,” the perverted and clearly mentally unstable Quilava deviously stated. “A new life of endless bliss and happiness waits, the sooner you submit!"
“Diaper slut?!” Yuri exclaimed, reaching the next level on his freaked-out metre, eyes widening.
In response, the wily Fire-Type lowered his shorts to reveal a poofy diaper of his own, sporting it proudly. "I am your Master, and you will obey me for all eternity! You are nothing but a diaper slut, a horny and thoughtless slave to your love for diapers!” he giggled, lowering a paw to pat his victim's diaper. "You are a diaper slut, now and forever. Submit to me, diaper slut!" he then added in a low, yet commanding voice.
All of a sudden, Yuri’s mind took a tumble into the uprising lifestyle of diaper love. The imposing words spoken by the deceitful visitor guiding him down the inevitable path. Yuri’s drowsiness was preventing him from combating the mental overload his diaper was emitting as well as he normally would. He never imagined something as normal as a diaper would contain powerful hypnotic attributes.
The Quilava took out a cigar from his diaper and used his back flames to light it up. “You are a diaper slut...a diaper slut...” he spoke, puffing out smoke. “You are a diaper slut...”
The words "diaper slut" repeated multiple times in Yuri’s head, having a strong echoing effect. As the rodent continued to desperately fight against the brainwashing, the feel of his diaper was quickly growing on him. Wearing one felt right. It felt as if he had always longed to wear one. To feel the lush, absorbent texture only a diaper could bring was like a dream come true. A dream he had not once contemplated had seeded itself in Yuri’s mentality and memories.
Despite the overriding odds, Yuri remained reluctant, refusing to give up his life of a brave Rescue Team leader and compassionate boyfriend to become a mindless, diaper worshipping pawn of a wicked adversary. However, it was proving almost impossible to counter due his handicaps.
“You love diapers, you diaper slut,” Quilava told Yuri again, observing the mentally struggling Pikachu with a pompous, evil gawk. “You think of them constantly. You are a diaper slut. You use them for their intended purpose. You are a diaper slut. I am your master and will do whatever I say without question. You are a diaper slut.”
Upon hearing the spoken unassailable words again, Yuri gave up trying to resist, brought down by his own tiredness and the overpowering force of the hypnotic diaper. His distressed complexion was traded in for a relaxed smile within seconds. In his eyes, a collection of dark blue spirals formed, filling them to the brim, swirling around at a steady pace.
“I love diapers!” Yuri happily exclaimed, his voice no longer hindered by any resistance. “I think of them constantly!” His smile grew into a huge grin. “I use them for their intended purposes. I am a diaper slut! You are my master! I will obey you forever without any question! I am your diaper slut!”
Yuri grinned dumbly as het relieved himself right in front of his master’s eyes, soaking the front of his diaper with piss. The cigar-smoking Quilava chuckled sinisterly in triumph and gave Yuri’s diaper butt a couple of pats.
“I never asked for your name, Diaper Slut, but that no longer matters,” the Pokemon forebodingly declared. “You never had a real name; you were always Diaper Slut Pikachu!”
“I was always called Diaper Slut Pikachu!” Yuri spoke almost instantly, taking in his master’s claim as unquestionable truth. His original name was thrown out of his mind, along with his previous lifestyle and memories.
“You know something, Diaper Slut,” the Quilava began to say, placing his arm around Yuri’s shoulder. “I could use you to sell my diapers to other unwilling customers.”
“I will do whatever you say, Master!” Diaper Slut Pikachu loyally proclaimed.
Quilava blew out smoke. “That’s what I love to hear, Diaper Slut!” He said to his brainless slave. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I will allow you to finally get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.” The Quilava reached into his diaper and pulled out a Parlyz Heal to cure the Pikachu’s ailment. “There, all better now, Diaper Slut! Now go to bed and dream of nothing but diapers.”
“Thank you, Master!” The Electric-Type said, wagging his tail in happiness. “Good night!”
The diaper slut then headed into his bedroom, arms held out in front of him. His master watched in contentment, letting out a chuckle when he saw a familiar brown stain appear and spread over the back of the diaper.
“Rusty, you did it again,” the Quilava said to himself, smirking proudly.
Rusty put the diaper box back into his bag before throwing it over his shoulders. Before exiting the apartment, he switched off the television and the lights to make sure his diaper slut has the peaceful sleep he deserves. He also made sure to pull up his shorts to conceal his diaper before he departed into the night.
A week later, approximately around the same time of night, the front door opened and in stepped a Murkrow male carrying a suitcase. It was Thash Nevermore, the grouchy, but affectionate partner of Yuri, back from his family vacation.
“Honeybutt!” he called out with a fervent smile. “I am home! I missed you so-“ he suddenly picked up a most foul scent, causing him to retch in disgust. “What the hell is that smell? Has the toilet broken down again?!”
At that moment, Yuri walked out of his bedroom on his all fours, still happily sporting his diaper. He was dragging it along on the stained carpet behind him, completely filled with his excrement, much to his boyfriend’s utter repulsion. He merrily glanced up at Thash, not recognizing him as his beloved partner.
“Yuri?!” Thash exclaimed, his beak hanging open and his eyes widening. “Why?! What?! What is the meaning of this?!”
All of a sudden, Rusty appeared behind the stunned Murkrow, holding a new diaper and wearing a wide scheming smirk.
The end...?
I wrote this story as a gift for my friend. It stars my Pikachu character, Yuri Volten, having a special visit from an unusual Quilava salesman. As you can already tell by the icon I used, this story has characters wearing diapers. If you are not into that sort of thing, I do apologize.
Rusty belongs to
batistafan2003
Icon by:
Ya_King
The picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10195188/
I do not own Pokemon.
Yuri lay slouched on his sofa in the darkness of his apartment, frequently drifting in and out of sleep. A fat tub of chocolate chip ice cream sat on top of his chubby stomach, practically licked clean by the Pikachu. The only source of light was from the television which was showing a Skitty clown repeatedly leaping through a huge ring stained with custard. The Pikachu was showing little-to-no interest in the programme, being too tired to comprehend anything that was currently going on.
It had been a long and tiring day for the teenage rodent. The lifestyle as a newbie Rescue Team leader was a tough and exhausting line of work. This was especially true when taking on numerous tasks in the same day, each more straining then the last. It did not help matters that he returned to his empty apartment, being welcomed by the uncomfortable scent of his leftover breakfast rather than a hospitable hug from his boyfriend. His Murkrow partner, Thash, had gone away on a short holiday with his family. Yuri had to spend the remainder of the day in solitude, watching re-runs and fattening himself up with snacks due to boredom.
After a prolonged yawn, his body suddenly slumped to the side as his mind succumbed to the beckoning slumber. The totally fatigued mouse’s well-deserved sleep was unfortunately interrupted by three hard knocks on his front door no more than a minute later. Yuri awoke with a groggy groan and got to his feet, forgetting that he was balancing a tub of ice cream on his stomach. He ignored it, switched on the lights and walked over to the front door, answering it after another yawn.
“Hello?” Yuri asked while opening the door.
Standing there was a shorts-wearing Quilava, just a few years old than he was, puffing on a cigar. He was carrying a navy blue shoulder bag with a huge, square-shaped bulge. The Fire-Type offered the Pikachu a paw to shake accompanied with a friendly smile.
“Good evening, sir!” he greeted. “Might I interest you in my product?”
Yuri yawned, taking the Quilava’s paw to shake after a little delay. “What kind of product are you selling, sir?” he inquired, putting on a smile of his own.
“If you would be so kind as to let me in, then I would be more than happy to show you,” the Quilava responded. “May I come in? I may be a Fire-Type, but it is cold out here.”
“Sure!” the generous rodent responded, taking a few steps back. “You’ll have to make it quick, though. I need to get some sleep.”
“I promise you it won’t take too long, sir,” the Pokemon spoke, walking into the room.
Yuri let out yet another yawn as he closed the door. He watched as his guest placed his bag on the ground and put out his cigar in the ashtray. Yuri was trying his best to remain awake, as hard as it was.
“So, what do you have to show me, sir?” Yuri inquired, heading towards him, eyes glued to the bag.
As a response to the question, the Quilava grinned and pulled out something from his bag Yuri never expected to see. Inside the bag was a rectangular box that had an image of a diaper on it along with the words, “Rusty’s Diapers” written over the illustration in bold, dark blue lettering.
“No, your eyes are not deceiving you, Pikachu!” Quilava exclaimed with an even bigger grin curling up. "I go around house to house selling only the finest diapers ever created! These adult diapers have the absolute best absorbency and are of the highest quality! You might ask why I'm trying to sell these to you, but I guarantee you'll see their brilliance if you would do me the simple favor of at least trying one on, for free! No strings attached!" the Quilava elaborated further with a suave charm.
Bewildered further, Yuri rubbed his weary eyes, not entirely convinced he was even awake. He even pinched himself as a final test to see if he wasn’t in some peculiar dream. All in the while, the salesman simply stood there, staring at him with the friendly grin stretched across his face.
“Um, come again, sir?” Yuri responded in the proceeding moments of awkward silence.
“I am selling Adult diapers, Pikachu!” Quilava happily reiterated, opening up the box, taking out poofy white diaper with blue tapes and dark blue spirals as designs. “Now, be a good sport and try it on!”
Yuri rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, chuckling nervously, forcing himself to maintain a smile. “I am sorry, sir, but I have no interest in adult diapers.”
“Oh, come on now, Pikachu, we are in the privacy on your own home,” Quilava softly retorted, walking over to the Pikachu, holding out the diaper. “I promise no one else will know.”
“Look, I am not one to judge another Pokemon’s, um, unusual interests,” Yuri responded, keeping up his polite tone the best as he could. “However, I am, and never will be fascinated in wearing adult diapers. I remember hating wearing them even as a Pichu!”
"I can see that you need convincing," the Quilava said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground a bit. "Tell you what; I’m a nice person, so here's what I'll do. Try one on, and if you don't absolutely love it, I'll give you $50!" He quickly fanned out the money for the Pikachu to see. “I’m that confident you will enjoy my adult diapers. You can't lose! Either you love my diapers or I pay you for your time wasted."
“I said no!” Yuri snapped in response, getting frustrated.
Despite the Pikachu’s disapproval, the bipedal Volcano Pokemon closed in on Yuri, his pleasant demeanour converting into an unnerving disposition. “I am afraid I won’t take that as an answer, Pikachu,” he spoke, his voice matching his new cunning appearance. “You will wear it and you WILL love it!”
The Quilava, with a rush of agility the fatigued Yuri couldn’t react to, drove his Thunderpunch powered fist into his gut. Even though the electrical blow wasn’t very effective type-wise, Yuri still became paralyzed by the swiftly delivered assault.
“What ...is...the...meaning...of...this?” Yuri asked, voice effected by his current state.
“Ssssh,” the scheming salesman hushed as he placed his specially design brand of diaper around the stunned rodent’s waist. He gave the butt area a few pats before taking a few steps back to observe the diaper sporting Pikachu in full view. “See? Doesn’t this feel so comfortable?”
Yuri let out an uncomfortable shudder and he began to blush in embarrassment. “T-T-Take this t-th-thing o-o-off me!” he demanded, trying desperately to break free from his troubling status.
"Heh...heh, you won't be anything but a mindless diaper slut once I'm finished with you,” the perverted and clearly mentally unstable Quilava deviously stated. “A new life of endless bliss and happiness waits, the sooner you submit!"
“Diaper slut?!” Yuri exclaimed, reaching the next level on his freaked-out metre, eyes widening.
In response, the wily Fire-Type lowered his shorts to reveal a poofy diaper of his own, sporting it proudly. "I am your Master, and you will obey me for all eternity! You are nothing but a diaper slut, a horny and thoughtless slave to your love for diapers!” he giggled, lowering a paw to pat his victim's diaper. "You are a diaper slut, now and forever. Submit to me, diaper slut!" he then added in a low, yet commanding voice.
All of a sudden, Yuri’s mind took a tumble into the uprising lifestyle of diaper love. The imposing words spoken by the deceitful visitor guiding him down the inevitable path. Yuri’s drowsiness was preventing him from combating the mental overload his diaper was emitting as well as he normally would. He never imagined something as normal as a diaper would contain powerful hypnotic attributes.
The Quilava took out a cigar from his diaper and used his back flames to light it up. “You are a diaper slut...a diaper slut...” he spoke, puffing out smoke. “You are a diaper slut...”
The words "diaper slut" repeated multiple times in Yuri’s head, having a strong echoing effect. As the rodent continued to desperately fight against the brainwashing, the feel of his diaper was quickly growing on him. Wearing one felt right. It felt as if he had always longed to wear one. To feel the lush, absorbent texture only a diaper could bring was like a dream come true. A dream he had not once contemplated had seeded itself in Yuri’s mentality and memories.
Despite the overriding odds, Yuri remained reluctant, refusing to give up his life of a brave Rescue Team leader and compassionate boyfriend to become a mindless, diaper worshipping pawn of a wicked adversary. However, it was proving almost impossible to counter due his handicaps.
“You love diapers, you diaper slut,” Quilava told Yuri again, observing the mentally struggling Pikachu with a pompous, evil gawk. “You think of them constantly. You are a diaper slut. You use them for their intended purpose. You are a diaper slut. I am your master and will do whatever I say without question. You are a diaper slut.”
Upon hearing the spoken unassailable words again, Yuri gave up trying to resist, brought down by his own tiredness and the overpowering force of the hypnotic diaper. His distressed complexion was traded in for a relaxed smile within seconds. In his eyes, a collection of dark blue spirals formed, filling them to the brim, swirling around at a steady pace.
“I love diapers!” Yuri happily exclaimed, his voice no longer hindered by any resistance. “I think of them constantly!” His smile grew into a huge grin. “I use them for their intended purposes. I am a diaper slut! You are my master! I will obey you forever without any question! I am your diaper slut!”
Yuri grinned dumbly as het relieved himself right in front of his master’s eyes, soaking the front of his diaper with piss. The cigar-smoking Quilava chuckled sinisterly in triumph and gave Yuri’s diaper butt a couple of pats.
“I never asked for your name, Diaper Slut, but that no longer matters,” the Pokemon forebodingly declared. “You never had a real name; you were always Diaper Slut Pikachu!”
“I was always called Diaper Slut Pikachu!” Yuri spoke almost instantly, taking in his master’s claim as unquestionable truth. His original name was thrown out of his mind, along with his previous lifestyle and memories.
“You know something, Diaper Slut,” the Quilava began to say, placing his arm around Yuri’s shoulder. “I could use you to sell my diapers to other unwilling customers.”
“I will do whatever you say, Master!” Diaper Slut Pikachu loyally proclaimed.
Quilava blew out smoke. “That’s what I love to hear, Diaper Slut!” He said to his brainless slave. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I will allow you to finally get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.” The Quilava reached into his diaper and pulled out a Parlyz Heal to cure the Pikachu’s ailment. “There, all better now, Diaper Slut! Now go to bed and dream of nothing but diapers.”
“Thank you, Master!” The Electric-Type said, wagging his tail in happiness. “Good night!”
The diaper slut then headed into his bedroom, arms held out in front of him. His master watched in contentment, letting out a chuckle when he saw a familiar brown stain appear and spread over the back of the diaper.
“Rusty, you did it again,” the Quilava said to himself, smirking proudly.
Rusty put the diaper box back into his bag before throwing it over his shoulders. Before exiting the apartment, he switched off the television and the lights to make sure his diaper slut has the peaceful sleep he deserves. He also made sure to pull up his shorts to conceal his diaper before he departed into the night.
A week later, approximately around the same time of night, the front door opened and in stepped a Murkrow male carrying a suitcase. It was Thash Nevermore, the grouchy, but affectionate partner of Yuri, back from his family vacation.
“Honeybutt!” he called out with a fervent smile. “I am home! I missed you so-“ he suddenly picked up a most foul scent, causing him to retch in disgust. “What the hell is that smell? Has the toilet broken down again?!”
At that moment, Yuri walked out of his bedroom on his all fours, still happily sporting his diaper. He was dragging it along on the stained carpet behind him, completely filled with his excrement, much to his boyfriend’s utter repulsion. He merrily glanced up at Thash, not recognizing him as his beloved partner.
“Yuri?!” Thash exclaimed, his beak hanging open and his eyes widening. “Why?! What?! What is the meaning of this?!”
All of a sudden, Rusty appeared behind the stunned Murkrow, holding a new diaper and wearing a wide scheming smirk.
The end...?
I wrote this story as a gift for my friend. It stars my Pikachu character, Yuri Volten, having a special visit from an unusual Quilava salesman. As you can already tell by the icon I used, this story has characters wearing diapers. If you are not into that sort of thing, I do apologize.
Rusty belongs to
batistafan2003 Icon by:
Ya_KingThe picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10195188/
I do not own Pokemon.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Pokemon
Size 101 x 120px
File Size 78.3 kB
Listed in Folders
{THIS IS CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM; DON'T OVERREACT}
The series of events in this story make no sense. Think logically: what would a door to door salesman want? Money. However, in this story, the salesman not only gives his product to the homeowner FOR FREE, he also, at one point, offers to GIVE THE CUSTOMER MONEY. Look, I know this is meant to be an erodic story, but this goes against basic logic (among other things).
The series of events in this story make no sense. Think logically: what would a door to door salesman want? Money. However, in this story, the salesman not only gives his product to the homeowner FOR FREE, he also, at one point, offers to GIVE THE CUSTOMER MONEY. Look, I know this is meant to be an erodic story, but this goes against basic logic (among other things).
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