An ear-splitting roar echoed through the area, causing both hunters to cover their ears as the crimson Wyvern bellowed. With a snarp and a snap of its teeth, the Rathalos spit a fireball down in front of it, bouncing in the nick of time off of the blue-armored Salamanders giant tower shield, the white dragon in matching armor standing a pace back and to the side, taking refuge behind his allies wall before rushing forward, his axe swinging from low to the ground up into an arc, the blade of the axe gouging a line in the Rathaloses face, causing it to roar in pain as a bubbling line of red appeared across its left eye.

The wyvern roared and loosed another fireball at the nearby hunter, the axe-wielding dragon rolling deftly out of the way as the Rathalos lifted itself into the air with the force. It regarded Joey for a second, before moving in a way that many hunters call 'Stupidly fast' as it launches itself feet-first at the hunter and gouged his protective armor with poisoned claws, leaving thick welts and cutting his skin in a few places, the poison seeping into his veins. The dragon hissed in pain, falling to a knee and steadying himself against the venom as Radku stepped up, blocking line-of-sight with his massive shield. "Are you okay?" He asked without turning his head, keeping his eyes on the Rathalos, who landed a distance off, snapping its jaws aggressively.

"I'll be fine, give me a minute..." The weakened dragon replied panting, digging the end of his axe into the ground for support as he rose to his feet. "It'll wear off in a few minutes, don't count on me for a little bit though."

"Don't be too helpless, there, or you'll call a Jaggi and get carted away!" Radku replied, deflecting a swung tail and taking the advantage to stab his lance directly up into the Rathaloses chest, causing the great beast to stagger back in pain. Joey grumbled and hefted himself up, rushing forward with his axe dragging behind him as the rear blade slid up and forward, forming a greatsword-edge.

"Nevermind, count me in!" He shouted, swinging the great blade up and catching the cracked chestpiece of the Rathalos with the tip, he plunged the blade in, jamming the Phial in the handle into overdrive as the red coating on the blade exploded with force, knocking the Rathalos over onto its side. Radku was already spreading a trap on the ground, the plate letting out a short buzz before trapping the giant wyvern in an electric net as the two hunters pelted it with Tranqulizer bombs until it went comatose.

After a brief celebration, the two Hunters slumped down against the giant, sleeping wyvern until the Hunters Guild sent a cart to collect it and give them their payment and rewards. After all was finally gathered and done, the two headed to the Base Camp to collect their things for the night. Along the way, however, Radku noticed his fellow hunter stumbling a few times, and then finally tripping forward. The salamander rushed forward and helped Joey up, getting a weak smile from the white-toned hunter. "I think an Antidote would have been a good idea. Next time, I'll pack a few..." He replied with a thumbs up as he was helped back up to his feet. Finally the two reached the base camp, Joey sitting down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh while Radku started to unbuckle his armor piece by piece. By the time he was down into his underwear, the salamander noticed that Joey hadn't even started, instead still sitting on the bed and panting. Radku stepped over and gently reached under the dragons head, unbuckling his helmet and laying the back of his hand against the dragons forehead, finding him somewhat warm.

"Antidotes next time for sure, you're in bad shape. We should camp here for the night and move out in the morning when you feel better." Radku told the other hunter, reaching under his arms to start unbuckling his armor. Joey started to weakly fight back, protesting that he was feeling fine, but he was easily overpowered by the larger and healthier hunter, losing his boots, then his gauntlets, then his chestplate, and then finally his waistguard. All that was left was a long stare from Radku at what was obviously a baby blue diaper, tinted yellow and swollen. Something clicked inside the Salamander, a grin creeping over his face as his long tail swung back and forth. He leaned forward, placing a strong hand on the diapers warm front and giving it a firm squeeze. "What's thiiisss?" He whispered, crawling over the dragon on the camp bed and forcing the diapered hunter onto his back with an embarrassed and sheepish wiggle, his sensitive areas still grasped firmly by the salamander.

"H-Hey...!" The dragon stammered, struggling weakly against the larger hunter, unsuccessfully. All he ended up doing was squirming against the other reptiles tight grip on his diaper, and against his chest too.

"I can handle this myself, you don't ha-mmmph!" The dragon started, only to have his chin firmly grasped by the larger lizard and held in place while he was deeply and affectionately kissed on the muzzle, with only a little weak resistance.

"I'm not going to do anything, yet. You just need to relax..." Radku stated with a smile, settling down next to the poisoned dragon and gently wrapping him up in his various limbs, leaving the dragon securely tucked against the salamander. The dragon squirmed weakly, sheepishly, while the salamander gently ran a hand up and down his chest, up and down his sides, up and down the side of his leg, giving his shoulders a few gentle rubs, giving his wings a bit of a massage, keeping the dragon comfortable as his wiggling and struggling subsided. Over the next hour or so, Joey found his resistance to Radku weakened and eventually disappearing as a whole; the dragon finally weakly nuzzled against the salamander. Radku smiled, sliding his hand down between Joeys legs again, giving the somewhat wetter diaper another firm squeeze.

"Is someone ready to be changed, then?" Radku asked, whispering into the dragons ear and getting a small nod in return. "We've still got some rations left over to eat before bed, and I think a warm drink will help you fight that nasty poison off overnight." The salamander mentioned as he stood up, digging through Joeys camp-chest for a replacement, thicker and deeper blue diaper, talking more to himself than to his fellow hunter.

With a small nod, Joey closed his eyes and laid back, allowing Radku to slowly and gently change him into a clean diaper with only a faint blush. He was sat up and was helped to eat his rations, and then had the cup with the hot drink held to his mouth to drink, as he was finally laid back and had the covers (And Radku, too) tucked around him, Joey almost wanted to admit to himself how nice it was to be tended after like this.


A story I wrote for  radku when he was feeling down and needed some cutesy. I'm trying to write more often now! I think it's going okay o.o