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Chapter 7 Sag (Or, Creative Uses for Water-Gun)

I emerged from the 'The Flaming Tauros', freshly diapered Salandit in hand, and instantly saw the sun was already on it's way down. Jeez...I guess I woke up later than usual after all---we sleep in---and I guess I lost track of time with hanging out. Oh well, that's ok I guess.

The crowd had trickled down enough that it was easy to spot them. Monte and Wily were jogging around the fountain, Monte making short quick motions with his arms as he ran, Wily holding his behind him, close to his back. Jean was sitting and reading calmly at a bench near the fountain, Rattler beside him, extended like a small tower, head turning as he followed Monte and Wily's circular progress.

To be honest, even when I thought I didn't take too long changing Sol, I mostly suspected they would have left. Huh...

I looked at Sol in my hands, and he looked up at me. From the way I held him, he just twisted his hands a bit, a portion of a shrug. Apparently he didn't know what to do either. I gritted my teeth, looking off to the side. I guess we should get home soon but...I guess I shouldn't leave them hanging. Could at least say I had an ok time, or say we were heading home. I decided to walk over, dropping Sol onto his feet for a moment.

"Ah, that was fast," Jean remarked, the first to notice me as he placed a slip of paper between the pages of the book he was reading. Beside him, Rattler glanced down and made sure I saw him regard our arrival, before returning to an imitation of a lighthouse (or para-scope).

He stopped when Monte and Wily finished a lap, coming to us. Monte was first, bending over and touching the tips of his shoes, clearly out of breath. Wily followed behind, slowing down to a bit of a drag. It was easy to notice the increased saggyness of his diaper as it swayed with each waddling steps. For Wily's sake, I decided to think his diaper was wet more with sweat than the usual...

"Phew! That was NOTHING, eh Wily?" Monte announced triumphantly, straightening up and raising his arms high. Beside him, Wily was leaning over, just as tired, but gave something akin to a 'thumb's up' with the claws on one hand.

"A real show of physical prowess before us," Jean commented dryly, though it didn't seem to get through to Monte. Beside him Rattler slithered near Wily's form, looking him over and giving a hissing chuckle at the Zangoose's soggy padding, unlike his own that still seemed clean.

Wily growled a bit at the laughing, straightening up and barring his claws at the Seviper, who reared back at the gesture. Monte and Jean quickly took notice, coming over and patting their Pokemon in different places to calm their little tiff. I looked down at Sol, who had folded his arms and smiled at the display. I think he honestly wanted to see them go at it...

"Teh, how uncivilized. You boys aren't fighting AGAIN are you?"

I wasn't a math wiz, if I didn't state that earlier, but the chances of HER being here along with Monte and Jean had to be one in---

I looked back at the same time Sol did, and my lizard may have had the same thought going in his head at the same time. My Salandit instantly turned back around, groaning and looking to the sky as if Arceus itself were playing a 'put the humans together' game on a galactic chessboard. I was...more reserved in expressing my slight disappointment compared to my lizard.

Us boys watched as the female of the species approached, though Sol would probably have different suggestions as to what THAT meant. She beamed her eyes at us, a medal with pink ribbons clipped firmly to her chest. Walking rather lady-like in her pink shoes, blue dress with matching glasses, and bun-tied, auburn hair on each side of her head (looking very much like the School Kid I knew her as)...was Lillian.

I stood up, placing my hands in my pockets in a gesture I later think was defensive. I glanced back at Jean and Monte to see how they were doing on her approach. Jean...looked depressed. Monte...arms folded, chest puffed. Was this how they got their guard up...?

"What are you doing in THIS district Lillian? Would think you Contest types like watching your...what's it called?" Monte asked, slowly losing the momentum of his annoyance with each word. He looked to Wily, who decided to look to Jean for the obvious reason he couldn't help his partner out.

"Figure," Jean supplied.

"Figure what?" Monte asked. Near him, I saw Rattler slap his forehead with the side of his tail

Lillian's nose flare, and she adjusted her glasses, which seemed foggy from the 'performer's fire' that lingered within her. Me and Sol glanced to each other, knowing full well why this meant something to her. I guess she took Monte's question as an insult, as if coming to a district known for it's glutton-pleasing food was not the behavior of a Pokemon Contest winner.

See, Lillian actually was a seasonal participant in the Padded Pokemon Contest of Berryton. It was based off the mainland versions that travelers and vacationers talked about some time ago. While Berryton was secluded enough to not be recognized by any 'official' Pokemon Contests, the city simply made it's own.

It pretty much had similar divisions and followed the same rules as the original version of Contests, with people who doll up their Pokemon in all sorts of things, and compete in performances to win prizes. However, the battle portion doesn't exist, and prizes are given out, in different levels, to even those simply participating. Of course, one of the obvious differences is the diapers. Dressing up a Pokemon to accommodate a diaper was an extra challenge, as was taking it into account in performances. Personally, me and Sol haven't actually GONE to one, but on a whim we watched a mainland competition and...and...oh no...

Pfft. I couldn't help it. I laughed, one that I tried hard to cut off, but was one destined to emerge. At the same time, Sol started laughing too, but his was far from restrained, his slinky tongue making waves in his open mouth.

It was as if we BOTH had the same thought...the stupid image of each other being in one of those things. SERIOUSLY? Me in a performer's outfit or something and Sol in a little tuxedo? It was SO absurd, we couldn't hold our laughter!

"Dude...DUDE!"

My eyes were watering, and Sol had closed his in his cackling, and crinkling, that I didn't notice Lillian march up to me and look me square in the eye. I cut off my gleeful speal in an instant...Sol kept laughing though.

"What are YOU laughing about lilac-hair?" Lillian inquired of me.

I stared at those fierce eyes, then, knowing my lizard was of no immediate help, glanced Monte and Jean's way. They were now looking off in different directions, whistling some random tune and staring into space, respectively. I looked the other way to Rattler and Wily, who mimicked their human partners, though Wily's whistling was more like 'zan zan zan'.

"U-um...I wasn't laughing at YOU Lil heh," I decided to reveal, smiling half-heartily. It was technically true. I wasn't laughing at her...just what...she...did.

"Sure seemed like it," Lillian said skeptically.

"S...s...ssaaaal saaall!"

We both glanced over at my giggle-fitting lizard, who was bending over and still laughing at the image of me in Contest garb. He certainly was not helping my case at all...

"Osha!"

I heard the rustle of a different diaper, and saw a shape jump out of the...oh, of the red and pink, square travel bag that Lillian had been holding behind her back. Which means that she had her Pokemon with her too...

On the ground in front of my still-laughing lizard, was Lillian's Pokemon, an Oshawatt named Pearl. Wearing a diaper with little waterdrops for indicators, a pink Contest barrette, and a necklace with the Pokemon's scalchop around her neck, Pearl was Lillian's partner in her contest performances.

Pearl stood a foot or two from Sol, glaring at his bent over, laughing form. Apparently Sol wasn't doing well enough to convince Pearl we weren't laughing about something related to the Contest thing.

"OSHA!"

Sol slowed his laughing, slowly moving toward closing his jagged mouth and leaning back up. When he finally did straighten, he wiped a tear from his crescent eyes, still with a smile on his face as he didn't regard Pearl with much concern. He looked her top to bottom, and seemed to note something about her diaper.

"Sal...salandit sa?" Sol asked, chuckling wide so his tongue could be seen. I couldn't pin it down myself what it was, but it may have been him commenting on Pearl not wearing the same diaper he last saw her in. That was back when she and Lillian came in third place, as always, in the last Pokemon Contest. 'What? No HEARTS this time?' was probably what he said if that was the case...

"Osha!" Pearl insisted again, taking a rather aggressive stance, one foot planted behind her, the other ahead. Sol held up his arms defensively, but being very deliberate in showing how fake it was, wiggling his hands and not bothering to look at Pearl's threatening display.

"Sal sal sal," he commented, probably something along the lines of 'oh, watch out everyone, the mean otter's going to get me'.

"Are you MOCKING Pearl, you little lizard!?" Lillian demanded from her position a few feet away.

Pearl's reaction to said-lizard was a bit more direct...more direct I think anybody else thought she'd be. While my lizard was looking up and backward, probably to get a male-oriented support chuckle from Rattler and Wily, which he did get, he let his guard down. And a female scorned, no matter what the species, is a time bomb waiting to detonate.

Pearl's went at the flick of a switch, not the burn of a fuse.

The Oshawatt marched over to my Salandit, grabbed the front waistband of his diaper, getting his eyes' attention (unfortunately that was all he managed before the inevitable), opened her mouth and...well...

"Sasasasasasasaaaalllnd!!!"

Us guys flinched away, and even Lillian straightened up at her Pokemon's forwardness, as Pearl blew the blast of a Water Gun directly down into Sol's diaper, nearly making the lizard jump out of his padding. It lasted a few, minimal seconds, with Sol's mouth pried open like he was about to hack something up, his hand claws twitching rapidly, his tail stiffening behind him, letting out puffs of smoke. Understandable that the fire in him was a bit suppressed by this more-than-direct attack on a place most sacred to the male of a species.

Sol's diaper absorbed the entire blast almost instantly, bulging out and sagging between the Salandit's legs so much, it was nearly touching the ground. My lizard's face was twisted with the familiar look of a person who failed to judge the icey coldness of the swimming pool and jumped in anyway. He tried to make some sounds after his initial yell, but they were stuck at the back of his throat.

I felt so guilty. It was so unexpected, and way past what would have been warranted, that I was rooted in place, jaw hanging. Monte and Jean took steps back, cringing. Behind Sol, Rattler and Wily had their tail and arms, respectively, protectively over their own diapers, just in case Pearl was feeling the need to spread her wrath.

Even after Pearl finished causing a deluge in Sol's padding, she stayed where she was right in front of him, watching him squirm in agony, from the big spasms to the trailing twitches that came at the end. When she was satisfied he got the inundated message...she let go of his diaper's waistband, causing him to flinch slightly as it snapped into place, and the sagging mass of his diaper to swing frontward and backward between his legs.

With a very lady-like 'hmph', Pearl turned and started walking delicately back to Lillian, leaving Sol as a lightly trembling lizard barely able to get a word out. The rest of us guys were just as stunned as he was, but with obvious sympathy for his current condition. Eventually, I managed to snap out of it for his sake...though my words were a bit more base than what I had intended to say.

"...I just changed him," I mumbled with a grimace. Nobody may have heard me, which I was grateful for. I didn't want THOSE to be regarded as my words of comfort for my distraught reptile...

"That was...a little much Pearl," Lillian remarked, looking a tad regretful as her Oshawott came to her side and spun around.

"Osh," Pearl replied, sticking up her nose in a snooty fashion. Apparently, she disagreed.
Now that Pearl was out of the literal-splash-zone I imagined around Sol right now, I went over to my Salandit's twitching body and knelled down. The other guys gave cautious steps, or slithers, up to us, grimacing in their own ways with commiseration in their eyes.

"Whoa, jeez, Sol, you ok there little buddy?" Monte asked in a pained way, as if HE had gotten Water-Gunned between the legs.

"That was...quite brutal," Jean admitted, glancing sideways to Rattler. His Seviper shared his opinion apparently, shivering slightly without using Double-Team, and making quite an audible and long-swallow. Legless he may be, but he clearly understood what had happened.

"Sol? Buddy?" I inquired, wincing as my hands floated around him. Touch could be a comforting thing, but I was uncertain if he actually wanted to be touched at all right now. His slit pupils slowly, VERY slowly, moved to me as his jaw trembled a little bit.

After a moment, he allowed himself a gulp, swallowing the large degree of pained sounds he hadn't managed to get out. I took that as my cue to slowly move a hand to his back and rubbed it up and down his spine.

I'm not 100% sure that Water Gun's liquid is icy cold or not, but after some back rubbing, Sol slowly started to break out of his stunned state. He blinked his eyes rapidly and slowly curved his head, as if working off the stiffness. He soon lifted his arms and glanced down at his legs, which were forcefully spread by the completely drenched diaper, the wetness indicators already fading rapidly.

"S-s-s-" Sol struggled to hiss out the side of his clenched mouth. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and patted his stomach, trying to comfort his regretful experience.

"Don't worry about saying something heh," I told him, figuring he was still trying to get words back. Sol gulped, and nodded briefly, taking my advice. I took a moment to slowly pull the front waistband of his diaper open and looked down in, just in case Pearl's 'attack' did any actual...um...'damage'. Thankfully, it seemed Pearl had the sense of mind to not have that Water Gun be a forceful blast, much to both of our relief I image.

"Oooh, that was a little overboard huh?" Lillian remarked from her position a few feet away, leaning down and moving her head a bit to try and get a better look at the proceedings.

"Ya think?" I replied bitterly. It came out more directly so than I intended it too, as Sol was physically undamaged from this and the trauma would leave soon, but I didn't regret saying it.

Me and Sol both gave a deadly glare toward her and Pearl, though his was more just than mne was. I actually cut mine off early as I noticed both Lillian and Pearl were slightly blushing a bit. Was that for me or...? Did seeing Sol in a wet diaper make him...? Did they think he looked cute or something before he gave his death stare?

Lillian leaned back up, Pearl looking away, both pouting and blushing at the same time. "W-well, you boys shouldn't have tried to make fun of our profession!"

"And because you thought that, you think it was appropriate to attack a civilian Pokemon?" Jean asked her flatly, surprising me and Monte on his forwardness. Still, I appreciated it.

Lillian looked back, the blush was gone, replaced by a determined gaze at all of us. "That was Pearl's decision," she told us, looking down at Pearl, then back to us. "As if ANY of you boys know how hard we work," she added, looking away from us, off to the side.

Monte and Jean weren't as close, but while Pearl's body language showed her pride and slightly ticked demeanor, I thought I saw a glimpse of dejection on Lillian's face. Did that come from the fact she never could get past third-place in her 'work' for the Contests?

Great, now I was being guilt-tripped.

I sighed, waiting till I got Sol's attention again. He gave a face of disgust as he seemed to read that some of my sympathy had shifted to the partner of his recent tormentor. I understood him being ticked off by this....

"Fine, Lil, SORRY alright?" I told her grudgingly, looking off from Sol, but not at Lillian or Pearl. "It was just a little laugh at a mainland one me and Sol saw ok?"

"Oh...on the...mainland?" Lillian inquired, sudden realization coming on her face. At the same time, Pearl flinched, and her proud face dropped. Apparently their misunderstanding of me and Sol's amusement was actually easy to grasp now that I was the one saying it without hesitation.

"I see. S-sorry Purple, guess I---we---overreacted," Lillian admitted, looking away from me as if she hated admitting that. Made sense. She didn't like losing, or being wrong...but had gained the humility over the years to accept when it happened...I guess.

"Don't apologize to me," I told her, raising a brow and patting Sol's back lightly. A few moments of silence passed as Lillian and Peal exchanged glances and hushed words. Eventually, Pearl reluctantly took a few steps forward. I kept Sol steady, reminding him I was there, as he leaned the upper half of his body back and covered the front of his drooping diaper with his hands. Obviously, he wasn't letting the limits of Poke-Poof absorbancy be tested any further today.

"...O...sha," Pearl grunted, holding out a smooth white hand toward Sol without looking at him. Sol looked at it with revoltion, then looked to me with a 'you seriously want me to...?' face. I grimaced and kind of tipped my head side to side. It was gracious to accept an apology even if---

"Sal...landit," Sol stated firmly from his clenched mouth.

Sol didn't take the hand. Pearl retracted it, mouth open in disbelief at Sol's words. I rolled my eyes, guessing 'Bite me' was probably something along the lines of what Sol had said. A small part of me wanted him to reconcile this, but...then again, I understood his mood. I suppose...it was far better than the possibility of Sol spewing FIRE down a certain Oshawott's diaper.

Pearl returned to Lillian in a huff, waving up at her for a pick up, to which Lil obliged, one hand to the Oshawott's back, the other on the pink diaper bottom. "Well that was rude," Lillian remarked, probably at Sol's reactions rather than his words, but we guys decided to ignore it. Me, in particular, decided not to describe the irony of how rude it was to wet a guy's diaper for him...instead of...him doing it himself.

Boy, that was more weird a thing to defend than I initially thought...

"Oh yeah, and what you did to Sol wasn't?" Monte remarked, partly behind Wily, much to the Zangoose's confusion and when he had gotten there.

"Could have been worse, Water beats Fire usually," Jean commented, rubbing the back of his neck as if it was a weakness he didn't want to point out.

"Worse? Pearl is not a ruffian like you boys are!" Lillian exclaimed, not noticing Pearl sticking out her tongue at them.

While the three, or six, given the hissing and growling, combated words, I focused on Sol. Apparently enough time had passed that he was slowly getting to normal, glaring up toward Pearl's direction as I looked him over more thoroughly.

Yeah, he seemed fine...annoyed, but fine. His diaper was saturated with water, and sagging pretty heavily. I mumbled again at the fact that I had JUST changed him. Still, it was just water...he should be fine till we got home. Another public change may be too much for him at this point. Once away from everyone, he might not even mind....

"Ok buddy, I got ya," I told him, picking him up under his arms. His diaper sagged immensely between his legs, jostling and jiggling with every motion. The tapes holding it on, though, were thankfully a credit to their design. They held the thing on firmly.

I placed him against my chest, bottom of his head resting on my shoulder. I placed one hand on his back and the other on the bottom sag of his diaper, pushing it up till it met his rump. Sol straightened up as he felt the cold dampness against him. From my own touch, the diaper was cold instead of warm, so I guess he reacted to the weirdness of the feeling. My Salandit muttered something, letting his head rest against me. But he settled rather quickly as I patted his immensely soaked padding against his rump. Yep, figured he wouldn't be too much bother by it at the end of things heh heh...

"Well, it's getting late," I remarked, cutting into the conversation between the other six. It was...kind of weird that they all stopped just because I spoke. "And I have a diaper to change...again," I added, saying the last word looking over at Lil and Pearl, who looked off to the side.

"Oh right, it is getting that time isn't it," Monte remarked, looking to the sky along with Wily. "We should be getting home too, have an early wake-up tomorrow to check the celebration routes," he added, cracking his knuckles.

"Me and Rattler are planning to do that as well," Jean commented, Rattler nodding to confirm that.

"Are you boys ignoring us!?" Lillian called over as the rest of us were grouped up again. We decided as a group, without talking about it, to not be roped in. One of our gender had been ruthlessly drenched by the opposition...words were meaningless now.

"What about you Purp?" Monte asked me, to which I shrugged. Though, I did with my other shoulder, not the one my lizard with a sagging diaper was settled against.

"Dunno, have to see," I admitted, uncertain what I should do before the whole event. The others mumbled to each at my non-commitment, which worried me a little.

"Hey!"

I temporarily forgot Lil in my efforts to ignore her, so when I found her march up to within a foot of me, I was startled by her abruptness. She leaned toward me, Pearl in her arms. "You're thinking of not going to it?" she asked me rather plainly. It was clearly different from her ferocity or dispirited demeanor from earlier.

"To...what?"

"The celebration!" Lil stated, straightening up. "It's suppose to be a celebration for the whole city! It doesn't have to be about Mew."

"Everyone knows that," I told her, a little disgruntled at being reminded of what I already knew.

"And you HAVE a Pokemon now, so you should know!"

I grimaced, looking off to the side, then to the lizard in my hands. Sol was complacent where he was, though still showed annoyance on his face from having Lillian and Pearl within a few feet of him. His hand claws were flexing, as if he was itching to go on the offensive if they disturbed his moment of respite.

"Ok ok, we'll go," I said, sliding sideways to try and get by her. "See you guys there, maybe," I remarked, starting to walk off. I just wanted to get away before my Salandit decided to get physical...

Interaction with Monte and Jean had opened me up to a few things about myself, and Lillian had reminded me of how difficult other people could be. Maybe it was the fact she was a girl, and unlike most guys, I didn't fall head over heels for them. Honestly, I didn't really have an attraction to anyone. Maybe I was too young or something, but both me and Sol were kind of Oblivious. A trait, I find, isn't so bad to have.

"Yeah, see ya Purp! Sol!" Monte called over, waving as we departed the group on an abrupt end.

"You made the forum slightly more bearable," Jean added, getting a deadpan look from Wily and Monte. Rattler waved us off as well, using his sword-tail to do so. I didn't care to see Lillian's goodbye, if she gave one.

Right now, I just wanted to get home with Sol and dive back down into the norm. Connecting with other people nowadays, it was still a maturing feeling. I guess it was kind of enjoyable...

I left the whole experience with a new set of thoughts and concerns. Though, there were quite a few of those, enough that I kind of admired what Sol took away from all this. His only possible concern was the wet diaper between his legs, but even that he may not mind later on. I might have taken that over the thoughts and concerns swirling in my head that I would one day have to face...