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Ok! Here's the first chapter of my Pokemon series, Padded Purple!

Coming after 2 you say? Well, had some restructuring going on all, but don't worry! Just check my journal and you should have an accurate list of episodes in order!

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Chapter 1 Volcano in a Diaper

I always had an affinity for Fire types. I don't know why. Maybe it's a boy thing. I guess when you got down to the basic choices of Grass, Water, and Fire types (when those were your choices)...Fire just seemed more flashy, more attractive. That's not to say the other types aren't good or anything, just, I suppose, Fire just makes more of an impression.

I guess it's a little weird, then, that I didn't really go the usual route with getting a Pokemon, and yet fate gave me a Fire type...well...Fire-Poison.

Like many people, when you get to the age of ten, grown-ups figure you're ready to have a Pokemon of your own. Same case for me. You could decline the offer from your local Pokemon expert, of course, but that was rare. They have their reasons, not thinking that they could handle the whole "pet" thing, or wanting to be something else that didn't relate to Pokemon at all. But, like most, I was in a Pokemon world, and they were going to be a part of my life.

Or, at least, one would be. And I got him...wow, what was it...three years ago?

Wow, time flies! By the normal tradition, which I hear is kind of common outside my hometown, I should be out in the world, trying to become a Pokemon Master. But, to be honest, my aspirations aren't that great. I've got a Machamp-hand-full to deal with with just one Pokemon, and trying to 'catch them all' sounds WAY too exhausting! I'm really just fine hanging around the house, watching movies, playing video games, and enjoying the fruits of my hometown's uniqueness for the time being thank you very much.

Honestly, I don't know what I want to be in the future. Being a Pokemon Trainer was a possibility, but exactly what that means, being a Trainer that is, has some in my hometown waving it off as barbaric. Pokemon fighting each other in battle? Sure, it looks cool on TV, and me and my own little fire-raiser watch them. But, some people around town think it's violent, that having Pokemon fight each other to the faint is...well...not a good way for Pokemon and people to get along.

So...I've put the thought of being a Trainer in my back pocket for now. Then again, the title has a few definitions. Maybe I could try something less controversial that still means the same thing. But, for now, I can think about that later. I'm a kid, I can think about the future some other time. Right now, I got to think about the present.

And boy, what a present it is...

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It was another clear sky day in my hometown. The sun was shining, people and Pokemon were moving about in the brisk pace of the waking world. I, on the other hand, was doing what most kids had done since the beginning of time on a Saturday.

I slept in.

It was great. I didn't have to set my Pika-Clock to 'choo' me awake for anything I usually did for the weekend. I could just lay in, let my mind shut down, and recover from an exhausting, but fulfilling day. I could sleep in to my hearts content. Though a full body beats a heart, so I was usually awakened by the movement of something on my chest. The body in question.

My eyes flexed a bit, weary from getting out of a sleep state, and I stared at the ceiling fan for about a minute. When the blurriness left, I lowered my eyes down at the bundle that was under the covers with me.

I looked at him, and he was looking at me with the same tired look on his face. In all the time we've been together, I get the feeling he's come to emulate my expressions. I smiled at him regardless, grateful for his presence. After all, the house was empty most of the time, and he was the only one who...

He yawned at me, and by contagious influence, I did the same as well. His brow flexed a bit in confusion or blandness, as if to say 'are you making fun of me?'. Of course, he knew I wasn't, but he gave the look anyway, and we both smiled at each others reaction. I pulled the covers down a bit so his head was out from under the dark...

And there he was, my own Pokemon, Sol, a Salandit. His dark gray body was nestled against mine, his black feet and hands were splayed against my sides. His tail, with it's red-orange middle, rested against my legs. His little neck spines were flattened in laziness, and his jagged mouth was making light mumbling noises even when shut. His purple, slit-pupil eyes were even narrower as they struggled with the concept of wakedness.

As Sol craned his neck from some stiffness, I sat up a bit more and pulled the covers off the both of us.

I smiled at him and patted his rump, eliciting a crinkling noise. He looked back, hearing it too, despite us both knowing what it was. It was something, perhaps, no "normal" Pokemon Trainer would be caught dead with on their Pokemon. Especially those hardcore battling types. But here, in this town, it was something people didn't bat at eye at, because it was so common and...somewhat required.

Strapped across my Salandit's butt, and around his tail, was a thick, comfy looking disposable diaper.

Poke' Poofs to be specific.

I know what you're thinking. POKEMON in DIAPERS? Well, with the Trainer monopoly on battling Pokemon, such a concept was probably rare, shunned, or outright weird in most of the world. But, honestly, being in the thick of things where I'm from, diapers and Pokemon was the everyday, not to mention a very enterprising business.

While diapers for humans was a decent business, it only catered to one species. Poke' Poofs, however...catered to HUNDREDS. While some Pokemon didn't have 'biological' needs for diapers, enough of them did that it was, in it's initial stage, seen as more than a credible venture.

See, Pokemon were 'technically' classified as wild animals, and nobody really had a guide for "potty-training" the hundreds of different species of Pokemon out there. So, way back, a private company here in town who made and sold diapers for humans, decided they could profit from designing diapers for Pokemon instead. After all, there's no 'profit with the potty', which I heard from someone when I was out with my Salandit.

So, while human diapers were still made, the bulk of the production catered to Pokemon. They were even custom-made for each type of Pokemon out there. With every new species, a new diaper was made. There was the basic types, of course, but here in town, the custom-made ones were so much better.

It wasn't just me and my Sol. No, the whole town of Berryton was brought up to what it was today thanks to Poke' Poofs. Of course, diapers were just part of things...

Looking at Sol, who was looking at his diaper, I couldn't help but keep smiling. I knew Sol was more than just a diapered Pokemon, but it was so neat seeing my little Fire/Poison type in his diaper. Just made me smile, I don't know why.

Sol's diapers were custom-made for a Salandit, so they always fit and, thankfully, haven't leaked since he's been in them. It was snowy white, the wings a light purple, with bubbly poison symbols adorning it's shell as wetness indicators. As far as diapers go, it looked pretty rad (or 'radiationy' given how dangerous it might indicate itself as). Weird sounding, I know, but when you've been around diapers so much, your opinions on the things stray from the 'norm'.

Of course, Sol's diapers were fire-proof, standard for Fire-types, and filtered any poison he could make. Any rear flames from the markings on his lower back were kept under the diaper, though sometimes a little steam came through the leg bands. Though it was a little funny, it was kind of cool, since the flames from his rear made his diaper comfortably warm and heated the baby powder inside to poof out.

I remember a few times lying my head on his padded rump and he'd ignite so I'd be laying against something both soft and warm. Then I got cautious doing that when one time he was 'warm' in the 'other way' without telling me. A little joke of his, I assume, but at least it was a rare occurrence when I laid my head again.

I reach down and gave my Pokemon a few pats on his diapered rump, the Salandit grimacing slightly as he felt the diaper bump against him. One would think he didn't enjoy it, but I knew better, as did he. Sol occasionally tried to show he didn't like his diapers by some expression or the like, but we both knew that was just part of his personality. He was a tough little guy, and tried to act aloof about his padding. But then I'd see him looking at himself in the mirror, thinking he's alone, and smiling at himself as he shook his diapered-rump.

Suuuuure you don't like it buddy.

I let up on the patting and settled back against the bed, folding my arms behind my head as I looked to the ceiling again. On me, I felt Sol shift onto his feet, giving a bit of a stretch, his diaper crinkling with his movements. Again, couldn't help smiling.

I wasn't looking at him, but I knew he was there, felt it. We were practically inseparable, which was a good thing, particularly for him. I mean, it wasn't always this easy with him. He used to be even more of a handful than he is now, plenty of scratches and burned shirts in those early months. The first time getting him changed, wow that was a fiasco. Good thing that balled-up wet diaper was sturdy, sailing through the air every few seconds. Not that I could blame him for his personality, of course...not after what he'd been through before we met...

Sol got off of my chest, hoping off to the unoccupied side of my bed, sitting down on his padded rump while I propped myself back into sitting position. Reminding myself of what that diaper was for, I looked back down and glanced at his garment, trying to discern if he had used it. Sol was still stretching a bit, so he failed to notice my scrutiny of his attire. From this distance, I couldn't tell...was he?

"Come here buddy," I said to him, taking advantage of my waking Pokemon, by reaching over and scooping him up in my hands. I took one to his back, and one to his plushy bottom, instantly thankful to realize that there wasn't any "extra baggage" in it.

Sol squirmed a bit at my little stealth attack, his tail whacking against my legs, but settled when I brought him back against me. I patted his bald head as he looked at me with an indignant expression, then lowered the same hand to the front of his diaper and giving it a bit of a press. He stiffened, getting still as he felt the padding against him there, while I determined how he was.

Surprisingly, he was actually dry! Then again, he was pretty wet last night, so maybe he had let everything go before we got some sleep. I would have said that I was proud of him for being clean, but then again, I wouldn't have thought any less of him if he was wet or dirty.

"Wow Sol, you managed to stay dry," I teased, patting his diaper front and rubbing his slightly equally-soft head. He growled a little, moving his head away, and I didn't have to look at his face to know he was pouting at me announcing his diaper's state. "What? Usually you Waterfall in it," I remarked, chuckling.

"Salaaaannnndit," he grunted at me, crossing his hands over themselves. He was annoyed, but that's because, generally, what's being said is true heh heh. I slowly got out of bed, shifting so that my little Salandit's back rested against the warm groove I left in my pillow. He muttered out the side of his jagged mouth, but otherwise, it seemed like he accepted what I had said.

I stretched, trying to work the kinks out of my body, looking out the window above my desk. Me and Sol shared the rather spacious attic of the house, so I had a good, unobstructed view outside of town. Though, then again, Berryton always seemed like a city to me...technically I guess it was...with how many Pokemon there were outside of their Pokeballs. Not that I know what that's like, never used one of those things...

As I leaned over my desk and placed my hands against the windowsill, I could see the train-cars circling town central as they took people and Pokemon to their destinations. Closer still, I could see the similarly constructed houses of my street, more people and Pokemon. And, of course, all of the later that I can see, within sense, were wearing Poke-Poofs.

You might think that was strange huh? You might have thought my Sol was some weird case, a Salandit that needed diapers for some medical reason. Sure, technically, at the start that was true but...

But seeing MORE Pokemon in town wearing diapers? Honestly, for me, it wasn't that strange at all. Having the center of Poke-Poofs in town wasn't the only reason. Sure, Pokemon wearing diapers were their business. But, that was only half the reason Berryton had it's Pokemon in padding. In fact, it was kind of the law. And that reason had to do with it's name...

I was in the process of ruminating on what I needed, and wanted, to do today, when I heard Sol grunt abruptly. I looked over at him, seeing him with a strained look on his face, eyes closed, tail stretched out, claws into fists. My own eyes went wide at that sight, as I knew what that was a warning to. Even now, I could hear the hissing noise. I could see the poison symbols on his padding's shell slowly disappearing, being replaced with a darker tint as he began wetting his diaper.

Normally, this wasn't such a big deal. Sol wet his diapers more often than the 'other thing', and at different amounts. But I doubted his Poke-bladder could dish out enough to make it leak. But, that strained look on his face wasn't for him peeing. That, apparently, was a side effect of what it really was for. And, securely diapered or not, I did NOT like the idea of him doing THAT...on my bed!

"Whoa whoa whoa there buddy!" I nearly shouted, swiftly turning the crucial step to get my hands over to him. I picked him up by his front limbs, holding him firmly aloft, dangling him over the floor beside my bed, his tail curving a bit as it dangled in the air.

"Sheesh. I know your diapers can handle it, but---" I started, looking at his head as I held him up. Then, even though he was still straining, I saw him open his right eye slit, focus on me, and then give a slight little grin out the side of his mouth. He did that on purpose!

"What the---oh---is this for getting back at me for what I said?" I asked him, though I knew the answer. It seemed he read my mind, as his eye shut and he resumed straining. The deadpanned look on my face didn't last long, it was my Salandit after all, I was use to this. Still, he knew I would get to him in time, so maybe he just wanted to watch me squirm for a few seconds.

Still, seemed he was trying to pinch off more than he could push. Maybe he didn't expect to use so much effort to alarm me, but it was too late now. His little wetting was already over, and barely used the diaper's capacity. No, he was now focused on the other thing...

So I held him up in front of me, making sure I held his quivering frame firmly so he didn't fall. Eventually, his feet lifted upward, his padded rear closer to the floor than they were now. His hands gripped my arms tightly, making me wince slightly. Good thing his 'claws' weren't actual claws, more like stubby fingers. Still, claws sounded cooler.

"Sssaaaa...aaaaaannnn...!"

I watched as my Salandit pushed and grunted, hearing his diaper start to crinkle by itself without anyone touching it. Slowly, the bottom of his diaper started to bulge out, beginning to sag low as he started to fill it. I bit my lip as I watched the butt of the padding began to grow darker and take on a more lumpy than smooth look to it. It took about a minute or so, but eventually he finished pushing the rest of it out into his diapers.

Sol gave a satisfied sigh, the edges of his mouth smiling in relief after taking a decent dump. He lowered his legs, feeling the sag of his diaper against the back of his feet. He looked down at it for a second like I was, then back at me, idly swishing his tail.

I, on the other hand, grimaced slightly. I don't mind having my Pokemon in diapers, or changing him. But if I had to take a vote, I seriously take wet diapers over dirty ones. Generally, Sol wet himself far more than soil, which was fine with me. But, it came with the territory, and eventually I learned to deal with it. Didn't mean I was going to be changing OTHER Pokemon's dirty diapers of course. I control Sol's diet, so thankfully I wouldn't have to deal with a full diaper the size of a Voltorb.

"Done?" I asked him.

"Sssssan," he responded, eye slits raised a little. My deadpan look came back. Nope, he was definitely being smug.

"Ooook buddy. Let's get you changed then," I sighed, doing a 180 and looking at my desk. I already had laid out a changing mat there last night when I changed his rather soaked diaper before bed. Usually I used the table on my right, but that was currently occupied by the remnants of a late night snack me and Sol had helped ourselves to. The plates and all were still there. Good thing mom hadn't noticed they were missing, I should get them back before I left.

"Yeah, we'll just do it here then," I decided, slowly pulling the tail tape above the base of his tail before laying my Salandit carefully down on the changing mat. I saw the number he did in his diaper, watching it sag down against the base of his tail like loose dough. Though Sol didn't seem to mind, head against the desk, eyes closed, smiling. I knew he wouldn't be that way in public though, he'd get red in the face if anybody else saw him in a soiled diaper.

"You know, if I had half a mind too, I'd leave you in that dirty diaper for awhile," I told him, turning to head off to the cabinet I stored his diaper-stuff.

"Sal," he responded, and I looked back to see him spreading all his limbs out for a few seconds before bringing them in. Called my bluff the little lizard...

I shook my head, but couldn't help smiling as I opened the cabinet door, revealing several stacks of disposable Salandit Poke-Poof diapers in clear plastic. You know, a little aggravation kept you on your toes. Give his personality, I had to be prepared for rebuttals and undisciplined behavior. Granted, as a kid, I wasn't very disciplined either...

"Heh," I found myself saying, reaching into one of clear plastic wrappings with three diapers in it, retrieving one. I also took a bottle of powder, box of wipes, and a pair of plastic surgical gloves. Yep. I may change my Pokemon's dirty diapers, but that doesn't mean I've grown comfortable enough around such 'stuff' with my bare hands. No no no.

I came back over to my Pokemon, placing the stuff around him in preparation. I started getting the gloves on first, managing to get one on my left hand and then the right. "Oops, almost forgot," I remarked, honest, but at the same time a little smirk appeared on my face.

I reached down and picked up Sol, much to his confusion...and plopped in into sitting position, causing the lizard to jerk upright, hand claws and tail going stiff, his face cringing as he felt the cargo in his diaper smush against him. I didn't enjoy his expression too much, as I actually did do it for a reason, to undo the tail tape at the back of the diaper. I pulled it efficiently enough, being careful with the task...though in this case Sol wasn't enjoying it much, tah! Well, I had to do that part...and, technically was his fault for trying to be a smart alec.

The tape undone without damage, I came to the front again, seeing Sol's eyes, just his eyes, were the only thing moving, looking at me with a 'REALLY?" look to them. I smiled and shook my head, taking him by the sides and laying him down again, the now compressed lump in the bottom of diaper drooping over his tail. Maybe THAT will make sure he doesn't make this more difficult heh heh.

I pulled at the right tape of his diaper, taking a moment to get a grip of the firmly attached adhesive, and ripped it slowly away. I did the same careful movements with the other tape. It took a few more seconds, but I found it was an important thing. Most people just ripped the tapes, and part of the diaper, with abandon, like they didn't care. I didn't like changing dirty diapers like most people, but the doting action of being careful in situations like these is what led to Sol joining my life...

I took my time, being careful for both Sol and his diaper, which I know he's becoming to like quite well (albiet not the current condition of it). I pulled the front of his diaper down, grimacing at the load he had deposited inside.

"Wow Sol. You really filled this diaper up!" I told him. He grimaced himself, keenly aware that he may have over done himself in getting some revenge on me.

From there, the task became the regular. I wiped it down as best I could. Eventually I placed the used wipes in the diaper, grabbed his legs, and lifted him up so I could slide it out from under him. Sol grew out of his reluctance to contribute now that the thing was off, and watched as he saw the result of his little ploy, his diaper, being moved over to his side. He seemed to chuckle in his language at the sight, as if admiring how much he had filled the thing and made me squirm to get him off the bed.

Smiling, I moved the open diaper closer to him...he dropped his laughing and tried to squirm away. I pulled the garment away again. He shot an angry glance at me for nearly giving him a CLOSER look at his diaper's contents, but his mood lifted when he saw me bring the new diaper over. Teased or not, Sol was eager to be back in his sweet-sweet padding. Thankfully for him, despite his little manipulative streak this morning, I would oblige.

I grabbed his legs again, brought over the diaper and shoved it under him. I positioned it slightly, making sure I had the loop bit for the tail prepared, before letting him fall against it. He grumbled with pleasure as he felt the plush padding against his back. Reaching over, I grabbed some powder and started to dowse both the inside of his diaper and my Salandit's front in a dust of the sweet smelling stuff. I dabbed a little on my finger and poked Sol's snout with it. His face scrunched up at the intrusion to his space, and he sneezed a bit, but getting a close whiff of the powder made him smile with glee. He loved the smell of the stuff too.

I reached between his legs and pulled the diaper up over his front, covering his snow-covered diaper area with the thick padding. He started to wiggle his legs and tail feebly at an attempt to get the diaper to crinkle. "Hold on hold on," I told him, trying to get around his flailing feet to pull at the wings of the diaper.

With one hand I held the front of the diaper against him and pulled one of the wings, undoing the tape from it's dormancy and sticking it to the strip on the front. I did the same with the other, and then picked up my little lizard and stood him up on his feet, his diaper taking a slight sag, though it wasn't from use. I reached around him and tugged the rear of the diaper around his tail, affixing it firmly over the top of the base with the tail tab, finally securing the diaper. I pulled back, looking at the diapered Pokemon, who fell back onto his padded tush with a crinkle, probably still a little winded from his earlier deposit. Boy, did a Salandit look fierce...except when pampered by a Poke-Poof!

Sol immediately went to work testing out his fresh diaper. No! Not in THAT way. He just kept kicking his legs and swinging his tail, rustling his diaper, causing a chorus of crinkles to sound. He reached down and padded the thing lightly, adoring the poison wetness indicators. I chuckled at his enthusiasm, turning my attention to his former diaper.

I went about taping up the diaper very carefully. Unlike what mothers would do for human babies, I didn't just roll it up, rolling the mess along the padding with it. Nope, I went careful, holding the diaper up by the waistband and taping it around tightly, with the load at the bottom, in the form of a very padded pouch. I placed the diaper in a plastic bag from a small box on the desk, filled with plastic bags left over from take out and bring-home. We...did that a lot.

This may make you wonder, why haven't I thrown it away like the trash? Well, that's not what you do with Pokemon diapers here...

I moved back over to Sol, who was moving his limbs in an effort to tell me he wanted to get on his feet and wanted my help. I obliged, picking him up and pulling him to my chest. One hand went to his back, while the other went to his freshly powdered diaper-bottom. I felt his face muscles shift to form a smile as I patted his back and his diaper. He loved this, especially after a diaper-change, being in the sort of 'baby style' hold. Of course, he felt embarrassed about being seen like that, so it was only a thing between the two of us again.

I rotated in place a moment, patting him, before shifting so that he could put half his weight on my shoulder and the other on the hand holding his padded rump. I slipped my free arm through the carry holes of the plastic bag holding his dirty diaper, and started for the door of my room.

"Ok buddy, lets get some breakfast, and then I got to change ok heh?" I said, and Sol just murmured into my night shirt. I opened the door with my free hand and started down, being careful with my precious, padded cargo...

Although, others would consider the diaper in the plastic bag precious cargo too. Because, you see, we don't throw away Pokemon diapers here. At least, not initially. No, it's not part of the 'law' that Pokemon outside Pokeballs must wear diapers in the city. Not really. Nope, the diapers have a further use after you change them, and it helped establish Berryton into what it is today. Yep, DIAPERS were THAT important.

So, what could possibly be the use of my Salandit's dirty diaper? Well...I'll get to that soon, but I'll give you a clue. It's all in the name of my hometown heh heh.