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My first attempt at a story. If I were to put a genre on this story, I'd say it's fluff/lighthearted.
It is not completely finished yet. I will update it with new sections on occasion. Don't expect it done soon though.
Obligatory Warning: Contains diapers (not used... yet) and making powerful gods cute.
(In case the download button does not work)
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 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 adjusted, 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 got to work removing 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 area did belonged to Arceus, Dialga knew that Arceus preffered to be 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 in 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 still have much 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 clothes, but even stranger was the nature of the garment. It was incredible thick, reaching down to Arceus’s hooves and reducing his majestic tail to a mere stub. The garment appeared to be made of some sort of shiny but puffy manmade material, not cloth or 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 first. “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 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. ”I was not only fooled into thinking time itself was at stake, but now I discover The Great Creator wearing… THAT?!” he thought angrily.
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 rump with one of his many disembodied hands,”It is apparently a human invention to make one look cuter.”
“I-I see, Your Excellence,” replied a flustered Dialga.”Though I w-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 began his excursion. “Walk with us,” and with that Arceus began walking; massive diaper crinkling in the process. Dialga gingerly followed as Arceus began to explain.
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. Anyways, we observed the pokemon working in the factory, and noticed that, along with making them all 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 lines. 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 security Kadabra, we looked at ourselves in a nearby mirror. 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 confortable!’”
“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!” a 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, still diapered,’And for that, we will give this factory our blessing.’ 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 the 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 Arcues 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, 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 one of a kind, after all.”
“That explains the thickness,” remarked Dialga.
Chapter 5
After walking for a while longer, Arceus diapering every pokemon he saw, the two gods had 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 tiredly 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 inevidatble, 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 Dialga 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,” said an annoyed Dialga. Feeling tired, he felt it best to join Arceus in sleeping, and rested his head on the ground. After a long while of thinking of 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 Giritina.
“Arceus is horribly naive! Come to the distortion world A.S.A.P,; I’ll tell you everything, Diapalga!”
Dialga groaned.
To be continued
My first attempt at a story. If I were to put a genre on this story, I'd say it's fluff/lighthearted.
It is not completely finished yet. I will update it with new sections on occasion. Don't expect it done soon though.
Obligatory Warning: Contains diapers (not used... yet) and making powerful gods cute.
(In case the download button does not work)
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 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 adjusted, 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 got to work removing 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 area did belonged to Arceus, Dialga knew that Arceus preffered to be 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 in 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 still have much 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 clothes, but even stranger was the nature of the garment. It was incredible thick, reaching down to Arceus’s hooves and reducing his majestic tail to a mere stub. The garment appeared to be made of some sort of shiny but puffy manmade material, not cloth or 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 first. “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 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. ”I was not only fooled into thinking time itself was at stake, but now I discover The Great Creator wearing… THAT?!” he thought angrily.
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 rump with one of his many disembodied hands,”It is apparently a human invention to make one look cuter.”
“I-I see, Your Excellence,” replied a flustered Dialga.”Though I w-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 began his excursion. “Walk with us,” and with that Arceus began walking; massive diaper crinkling in the process. Dialga gingerly followed as Arceus began to explain.
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. Anyways, we observed the pokemon working in the factory, and noticed that, along with making them all 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 lines. 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 security Kadabra, we looked at ourselves in a nearby mirror. 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 confortable!’”
“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!” a 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, still diapered,’And for that, we will give this factory our blessing.’ 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 the 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 Arcues 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, 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 one of a kind, after all.”
“That explains the thickness,” remarked Dialga.
Chapter 5
After walking for a while longer, Arceus diapering every pokemon he saw, the two gods had 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 tiredly 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 inevidatble, 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 Dialga 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,” said an annoyed Dialga. Feeling tired, he felt it best to join Arceus in sleeping, and rested his head on the ground. After a long while of thinking of 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 Giritina.
“Arceus is horribly naive! Come to the distortion world A.S.A.P,; I’ll tell you everything, Diapalga!”
Dialga groaned.
To be continued
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