Desiderium

by Strongylodon

Summary:

When Astraeus is captured and moments from death, he finds himself regressed into a young riolu and must learn to navigate his new life. Against the backdrop of a brewing rebellion against humanity launched by Pokémon, the former human resolves to keep his identity a secret as he attempts to turn himself back while meeting everything from a talking lion who's the embodiment of the Sun to a toddler blade-smith.

Chapter 1: Transmogrification

Summary:

Born, Never Asked

"Far from celebrated sepulchers
Toward a solitary graveyard
My heart, like a drum muffled hard
Beats a funeral march for the ill-starred."

-Le Guignon

 

Silk-soft strelitzia petals floated through the bars of the dungeon windows to cast their merciful gaze at the pitiful prisoner before them. Petals fell around his body in a circular fashion in that wretched room. Desperate as they were to save him, the room swallowed them up without a second thought, leaving the petals to commiserate with him.

They would wither away into dust.

The white statuario marble provided a stark contrast with the blood that was slowly creeping out of his body, like sand slipping out of his hands. Desperate to see it stay but washed away by the oceans of injuries he’d received in capture. The Leukaspides made sure he would contrast nicely with their floors and made no attempt to be gentle as their clawed whips ripped away his skin. Across his body there were deep cuts and some already dried blood from where he was whipped into submission; like all the others he’d tried to fight tooth and nail until they threatened to rip out the teeth and nails from his body.

Desperate to be free, chains laid steadfast, adamantine, and snared him and subdued by a myriad at his arms and feet. The cold steel bit his wrists and feet, but he knew there would be no help. Looking at the window, too high for him to climb up, the regal rays of the Sun shone and pierced the gloomy miasma of the dungeon he was in. The light felt warm on his body, he let the rays lap at his exposed skin, much better than the lashings. He was sprawled across the floor, and with little more than a loincloth he was bare against the sun-soaked floor.

It had been a few days since he’d been captured, he’d been nabbed from traversing Victory Road and his pokémon had been taken from him by a bunch of mysterious ruffians. Such a strange world, one he thought he knew. Bitterly, he thought to himself what an indignity it was, to be captured by some pokémon, humans were supposed to be masters, not the other way around.

He heard feet against marble walking down the hallway and becoming ever louder. Turning his head, he was keen to see someone else. A gallade with a long and lithe white body had approached his cell. His green bladed arms were at ease, sensing no threat from the restrained human in front of him. A pink extrusion jutted out of his chest and another blue one from his head, he was quite sharp.

He peered into the cell with a mask of concern.

“Such a pitiful thing,” he said, as he approached the door with a key and unlocks it with a click, which reverberated off the walls of the prison. Locks clicking, chains being rattled, these were some of the only sounds left to hear, perhaps save some fervent wish from the inhabitants - those had grown fewer and fewer the longer he stayed here. 

Naturally this was a comfort for them but naturally just as so, they were never answered.

As the gallade entered the cell the chains holding the boy fell to the ground, as if undone by some unseen force. The torchlight flickered vivaciously in the corner, casting long shadows against the pokémon and boy, as if it were excited for the confrontation.

“What’s your name human?” the gallade prompted.

“Astraeus.”

“Hasameli.” the pokémon said in turn and took the opportunity to bend down.

The gallade dropped to his knees, one on each side of Astraeus, and his hands slapped against the marble floor, near the boy’s head. The pokémon dwarfed the boy in size and looked over him with disgust.

Hasameli’s fingers grazed across Astraeus’s bare chest and started to trail down his sternum, tapering off near his loincloth. The gallade crouched over him as the boy said,

“What the hell are you doing?”

Hasameli makes no effort to answer. He raised his arm in the air and struck Astraeus square in the jaw, causing the boy to wince. The gallade then aims one of his blades at his chest and drove it in like a stake.

It was not very deep, but just enough to leave blood dripping from the gallade’s blade when Hasameli brought it back up. Thin streams of blood trailed slowly down the blades which ultimately dripped back down onto the human in a macabre twist. Astraeus yelled out, fearing he was due to die right then and there. The pokémon inspected the beads of blood and furrowed his brow.

“Like a flower waiting to be trampled…why was such a species allowed to lord over us?” the gallade asked aloud, which was really a question towards himself born out of frustration.

Astraeus didn't respond.

“I suppose all humans have the same blood…you all die the same way too…”

The pokémon muttered something the boy can’t make out and got up to his feet in one quick motion. Astraeus found himself hoisted up by the arm, practically dragged really, and brought to his feet, none too gently he might have added. Astraeus instantly put his hand to his wound, covering it.

‘What’s this guy’s deal?' the boy wondered.

Hasameli beckoned the boy to follow him out of the cell, and he followed, sensing he didn’t have much choice. Once in the hallway Astraeus saw it is a long hallway illuminated by torches all the way down. The marble flooring was cold on his feet, it sucked all the heat from him seemingly, truly there was simply no part of this place that was warm and friendly.

The pair passed by cell after cell, all of them were empty however, letting implications run rampant in his mind.

Perhaps he is the only one left in this place, he thought. The same cold marble as in his cell continued down the hallway with them and Astraeus could make out a wooden oak door with iron studs jutting out as if teeth waiting to devour all who entered and decorative hinges. Not that his cell looked anymore inviting, he figured...

Hasameli ushered him into the room, pushing him forward with little concern for his safety, causing him to stumble.

With the gallade’s blades against his back as a not-so-subtle reminder to not make any sudden moves, the boy was offered a clearer look at the room.

This room had proper lighting with arched windows letting light cast long impressions on the ground. Alabaster engaged columns, their plinths coated in gold leaf accents, flanked the walls of the room.

A gardevoir was the lone figure in the room and was on a raised platform of polished marble. She turned to face the pair and promptly bowed as she gave a smile. Her white flowing robe draped across the platform with an unexpected grace – something that was decidedly not present in the prison. Whatever grace she possessed, in all its juxtaposition, however comforting it was, especially in favor of brutishness, it was dashed quickly. Such unnerving femininity could be just as deadly, truly, the human thought.

“Hasameli, he is preordained to die today. We don’t have much time.”

One of the joys of being a psychic type was having the ability to see the future - all likely visions had his head rolling around on the floor, which caused a small smile to appear on her face as she thought humans looked much cuter without their heads.

He doesn’t have much of a choice, with the gallade breathing down his neck. Astraeus started to shuffle forward to the dais that the other pokémon was waiting on.

“And you are?” the boy asked.

“Tzovinar,” the gardevoir said with a laugh she then added, “though I say you are intriguing to ask for a name you will soon never be able to call out.”

“You are intriguing if not for your joviality in what amounts to an execution chamber.” Astraeus responded. Tzovinar shrugged her shoulders, and said,

“Maybe it is because of my psychic abilities, or maybe because I do this so much…you’re just as boring as the rest; you have nothing interesting to say.” Tzovinar shot back.

The gardevoir flickered her eyes to the opposing door at the other end of the room, and like magic it opened before Astraeus could say anything back. A figure loomed in the doorway, otherwise completely silent.

They were a brooding, slender figure swathed in black and indigo highlights. A plume of purple rose from their head as if it were a knight’s helmet, all without the aura of one. For they looked positively bitter, and certainly unchivalrous with massive purple-blue blades extending from their arms – in place of hands. The ceruledge zeroed in on the human almost instantly and started to march towards them. Astraeus felt that the gallade’s blade was no longer against him, but when he went to move his legs, he found they would not. He was affixed.

‘They are a far cry from Bertilak…’ Astraeus thought cynically.

The gardevoir and gallade were behind and both of their eyes started to glow a blue phosphorescent light. Holding him into place, so he couldn’t run away, he figured as he craned his neck back to look.

“Allani has such a way with entrances, it’s admirable even,” Hasameli mused, “I think they’re going to play the beheading game~.”

They don’t acknowledge anyone as they approach. There was never any reason for her to say anything, her blades did all the talking, cliché as that sounded. Exchanging pleasantries wasn’t good for her, nor was it fair to the humans who were to die at a moment’s notice.

Being mired down in words would signal a weakness the executioner would rather not have broadcast. Such is the fate of the wicked. The wicked die alone. (Sometimes even the good.)

Naturally she has factored herself into that as well. But the ceruledge was prepared for such a lonely life.

Astraeus was of course scared much like all the others, of course they all had the right to be. The pokémon couldn’t blame them. Allani soon closed the distance between the two and came face to face with him.

Astraeus flinched, and as he couldn’t even move his arms to shield himself, Allani had free rein to bring back her bladed arm. Intent on decapitation, the pokémon began to swing thusly, having calculated precisely where the jugular was. So mechanical and precise nowadays from thousands of hours of execution, one might have thought her a machine at first glance.

The human looked at the executioner with those same eyes all humans gave. Those of pleading, those of regret, and those eyes that replayed images in their heads, the brain trying to search for a scenario akin to this to save the host, but to the credit of the revolutionaries they made sure this was unlike anything the humans could foresee. Surprises made everything much more exciting anyway.

He could do nothing but close his eyes. But the end did not come. As soon as Allani’s blades made contact with the human, he ceremonially burst into a fountain of petals. Daffodil petals erupted where his skin was seemingly constructed of scales and serpentine, his corporeal form having vanished. The tips of the petals gradually arose from his skin like fur standing on end before bursting from his body. Her blade had phased right through him.

It was always such a choreographed move of hers, perhaps something she could’ve even been proud of, if it wasn’t too macabre for dining room talk, that was. Allani stood dumbfounded.

She had swung her blade – for the first time, she was not covered in blood.

Hasameli and Tzovinar gasped collectively. They had swung its blade – for the first time, it did not kill.

The trio watched the yellow petals of the daffodils flutter about in the air, they don’t know what to say. Allani brought down her arm, no longer needing it for the job.

. . .

The room was a world to itself, disconnected and serene. Silence permeated throughout to where one could hear their own heartbeat and breath and thought. Silence that was just waiting for someone to rip it into tiny pieces.

While the room wasn’t chock full of furniture or adornments, there were still plenty of pieces to give the room justice. Against the back wall was a marbled console table, wood frames gilded in gold scroll-work with floral rocaille embellishments, a silver girandole holding an unlit candle nearby. Near to the window was a rounded commode with mahogany marquetry with graceful and slender legs, with its front drawers covered in bronze gilt. On it was a flower vase with an ormolu mount which was stuffed full of poppies.

A human sat in the méridienne that was at the center of the room, advantageously positioned to always keep an eye on the bed, and whatever mystery that would inevitably be resting there. Made with embroidered velvet and supported with a pine frame, it was an elaborate day bed and much more comfortable than anything the human was used to. Their body traveled from one end to the other, sprawled out in a dreamy and opaque haze.

Barely awake but also barely dreaming, his bloodied body stood starkly against the opulence of the room.

Daffodil colored curtains hung from posted ebony frames of the polonaise bed next to him. Thick and heavy, they trapped the darkness in the bed, and it laughed at the light trying to pierce through. Wrapped in the linens of the bed and only a small crack between the canopy, the white creature was otherwise blanketed in darkness. It seemed even more reluctant than him to get up, but with a dramatic yawn, the pokémon rose. As its blankets tumbled reveled a tiny body, two yellow flaps accentuated its arms which floated aloft like silk. Its head was coronated with a yellow protrusion with three wish tags speckled over it.

The bed had jagged bits of pink crystal still all over it, which were remnants of its crystalline cocoon shielding it from harm during its slumber. Sprawled across his bed, the broken crystals glowed from the lambent light of the Sun. Jirachi swept aside the canopy, if not just to let the aforementioned light flow in and puncture the dark.

“Nous appellent ensemble…”

A voice flung itself through the window, still slightly left ajar, to reach Jirachi’s ears which immediately perked up.

“Viens, descendons ensemble!”

Jirachi cried aloud. It had been so long since he heard another singing voice, he couldn’t help but join in. He reckoned it was countertenor - the male had a very pretty voice whoever they were. 

“Ah! glissons en suivant…”

“Doucement glissons! De son flot charmant!”

He continued the duet, even finishing the other voice’s lines for them. The voice that sang to him was feminine sounding, but Jirachi did not know whose voice it was, though he was the tad bit curious. Taking a last look at the window, his eyes drifted towards the human, whose eyes were open but otherwise gave little sign they were conscious. Dull as they were, his eyes had not the spark of life often associated with the living in the boundary between the living and the dead; they were saved only by intervention of the mythical.

“Lo! That most wonderful voice has caused me to rise from my slumber…” Jirachi said, always the one for dramatic flairs. The human only blinked in response. They have no mouth, but they must scream. It was only appropriate given the circumstances, however unknown they were to the human.

“Saved from death are you…” Jirachi asked rhetorically, “So you are in need of new life…?” he did not expect an answer from the human, and it was merely for his own benefit as he thought out loud. 

A yawn scarcely escaped his mouth before his third eye erupted open, its teal pupil staring expectantly at the human it saw before it, blinking silently as it did.

“Ah…wait, what are you doing awake? I haven’t even decided the best way to go about all this…” Jirachi said, admonishing his own body.

As if in response, his third eye began to glow as bright as the Sun, with hot white light pouring over the whole room. Jirachi muttered as he closed his eyes in exasperation, quite miffed about the whole thing. 

After all this, he would go back to his cozy bed and then sleep...this was all much too exhausting for him anyhow he figured.

. . .

He never was one for remembering his dreams, but he was positive he died. It was the only thing that could have logically happened there. Thinking about death though, is not something dead people could do. Astraeus was dreaming then. In this dream it was all an inky blackness, and he found it hard to breathe.

Jostled awake, when he opened his eyes, he saw he was staring straight into black fur. Well-manicured as it was, he had apparently had some of it in his mouth.

‘Hm? What in the world…!’

He instantly snapped to attention – he was firmly in the world of the living, never mind what transpired before.

“Ah~! He’s awake!”

Astraeus looked up to see a large, fox like pokémon. It looked at him with a mixture of concern and happiness – unable to surmise his well-being, but still able to see that he was alive, and for that, the pokémon was glad. Astraeus was even more confused, as he sworn he could have felt something radiating from the zoroark, like emanations of some kind.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

The zoroark responded, “You are safe; my name is Nyx and I’ve brought you into my house. Everyone was worried when Coeus found you in the meadow all by your lonesome.”

Astraeus was now more confused than ever, and he decided to take a look at the pokémon, more closely than he had.

Most inescapable was her smell: she smelt like gardenias, and its accompanying morning dew dripping on its petals. It invaded his nose and he almost stopped to smell her before beginning to compose himself. Much like a forest permeating with fay magic, ancient and secluded in its most serene sylvan serenity as forests like those often were, there was a curious eccentricity and affability that he was drawn to. 

It was comforting, despite being new.

Most perplexing was her appearance: the creature was bigger than he remembered. She was swathed in charcoal colored fur, with a darker shade near her neck and with accompanying tuff of fur. Its mane was brilliant, it was like shining realgar but there were black highlights here and there as it flowed down. A ponytail crossed her shoulder, with another tuff of red fur topping it off.

She held him steadfast, as if she were to drop him, her arms draped around him which tapered off into surprisingly prehensile crimson claws.

He also noticed blue. Not unlike the blue of the ocean, but would this blue hold as many mysteries as the deep blue ocean? He’d never been blue before, though there was a first time for everything.

Astraeus’s mouth was agape when he realized that he was, for all intents and purposes, losing his mind. Looking over himself, he saw he was covered in blue fur. Two black canine feet were jutted out from his otherwise lithe form, and his arms were now closer to paws with two white bone-colored protrusions. What could only be ears were twitching away, and close to them were two strange-looking black appendages, their purposes were completely foreign to him.

“Huh! I’m a riolu?”

Nyx only smiled and said, “Hm? Well of course you’re a riolu. Are you too young to know?”

Astraeus pursed his lips and looked up at her, trying his best to not snap at her.

“But I’m human! Not a pokémon?”

“No, you aren’t a human, dear. Others might not like you going around telling fibs like that.” Nyx said.

Astraeus took a deep breath in, then out trying to calm himself to where maybe he could begin to wake himself from the nightmare he was in.

He had no idea who this pokémon thought she was, but she certainly wasn’t about to patronize him. Even in this decidedly supernatural land, lands possessing the foremost of mythical and magical creatures, people didn’t simply turn into Pokémon…things like that only happened in myth.

“I was a human! Something happened to me!”

Nyx’s brow furrowed, and she looked at him as she simply said, “Little one, we have to use our inside voices here…”

He looked around in alarm, his eyes fluttered around, the black appendages on his head lifted up into the air ever-so-slightly. Astraeus stared down Nyx who tried her best to hide her emotions.

Her emotions and thoughts poured into his head haphazardly, however. Like a stormy deluge of water it crashed into his own. She did not believe him, nor did she want to entertain his protestations really.

‘He really is strange…he’s just a baby though, wild imaginations are to be expected…he can’t be serious about all this surely.’

Astraeus gasped aloud. He could hear the other pokémon’s thoughts. Nyx looked completely unfazed though, as if she had no idea he was doing it…

“Take me seriously!” Astraeus whined.

The zoroark’s eyes lit up, surprised by his summation and outburst. She shook her head and sighed, “Well, ‘Mr. Human’, do you know your name?”

“Astraeus…”

Nyx nodded along, and took a moment to pat him on the head, still not believing him.

“Alright, Astraeus, do you know where your Mama or Dada Lucario are? Why were you left alone?”

It hit him like a brick frankly. He knew he was originally human, he knew his name, but he didn’t remember anything else, really. In his mind, he could only picture hazy figures as his parents. They were mere specters though, little more than fleeting as he tried to remember what they looked like, or even their names.

He started rushing through other memories, only to realize he had none except dark rooms. Thick black walls set in ashlar, made gloomy through his hazy memory. He saw chains being rattled and being pulled taut by figures. An image of a dais flashed by, with some darkly shrouded figure standing there.

“I don’t know.” Astraeus said meekly, “I just know it was dark wherever I was.”

Nyx tensed up, her arms wrapped all the more fiercely around the now newly-minted Riolu. Whatever reservations she had about his identity was overtaken by concern. He was now something to be pitied.

“You poor thing…” she said.

The door creaked open and Astraeus turned his head to bear witness to a curious looking green cat. It was a bipedal pokémon like them who was covered lighter and darker patterns of green fur. Its face bore a green mask of fur with an otherwise feline face. It had pink paw pads on its hands and feet, which Astraeus was tempted to squish and play with them. In its left hand it had a flower bud attached to a vine, and it could be said to look like a yo-yo, for a lack of better words to Astraeus.

“Astraeus, this is Coeus, the one who found you. He’s my adoptive son, much like you I found him all alone too…”

The floragato blushed furiously and said, “Mom! You don’t have to tell the baby all that – it’s embarrassing…”

“I’m not a baby! I’m twenty-three!” Astraeus snapped.

Astraeus glared at Nyx, who did her best to conceal her smirk with a hand over her mouth.

“Ooh~! You really are smart. Is that the highest number you can count to? Silly, we’re asking about how old you are – the doctors said you couldn’t have been much older than three.”

“Maybe he was dropped on the head as an even younger baby…” Coeus whispered to Nyx.

"That wasn't very nice, Coeus!" Nyx sighed as she turned to the newly minted riolu, "I suppose we can all go to breakfast though, you must be hungry, hm?" 

It really wasn’t a question directed at Astraeus, more so to the floragato, for to the riolu it was simply a statement as Nyx picked him up and ushered Coeus out the door as well.

If the hallway was anything to go by, it was a decidedly middle-class residence. There was nothing too elaborate, just sets of doors on the sides and paintings and the occasional light fixtures. Having been so caught up in décor he almost forgot his indignation.

“Hey! I can walk!”

Nyx stopped. “If it makes you happy, little one.” she said, and watched the riolu with a curious eye as the former human found his footing in a new body.

His paw pads were definitely new to him, so unlike his human feet, but not so insurmountable a difference that he would not be able to walk. Perhaps Nyx thought this hesitation was inexperience, because she said,

“If you want to be carried, let me know…” 

Astraeus ignored her in turn, for he knew how to walk, and even the insinuation that he couldn’t or didn’t know how to was frankly insulting to him.

Before he got too much further, a phone began to ring causing the zoroark to turn to Coeus.

“Hey, could you see to it that Astraeus gets into the kitchen and eats? It’s probably work on the line.”

Coeus nodded silently. With whatever powers he had been blessed, or cursed with, Astraeus could feel apprehension in the air. This other pokémon he found himself with was not around children, didn’t really want to be around children, but they had a duty to do.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” Coeus said pointedly.

“I like pretty much everything.” Astraeus said.

Coeus rolled his eyes. Obviously it was not the answer he expected, much less one he wanted. Astraeus could only guess the pokémon thought he was haughty.

A baby’s pallet was so limited, and many of them were so picky, it was sure to fall onto Coeus to pick and guess what foods he liked.

“Can we have nikujaga?”

“Niku-what?” Coeus said, clearly not following.

It was a homely dish he made away from home the human remembered (as much as he could) making it with his pokémon. It was good for the cold, and could make you warm.

‘Hm? Warm?’ He felt…a little warm already…and he hadn’t even had the soup yet….

“Hey, hey! Wait! Stop!” Coeus reached out at him, exclaiming further, “Mom! He’s peeing!”

Astraeus soon felt it himself as warm liquid traveled down his legs. He started to freeze up and just stood there, steeped in shock. He was like a deerling in headlights. He hadn't felt any urgency at all? His bladder hadn't seemed full a few minutes ago....

‘This isn’t really happening, oh my god!’

Coeus meanwhile was in just as much of shock, as he hurried off into hallway, and frantically entered a room. With haste, he clambered back with a pair of towels towards the Riolu.

Nyx’s voice was heard down the hall as well, and Astraeus turned to face her. She didn’t look angry in the slightest, she only looked concerned. Whether it was for her carpet or for him remained to be seen…

By now his stream subsided, leaving only his legs and the carpet drenched in his urine. His fur was now damp and decidedly uncomfortable, as the last bits of pee trickled down his legs. The zoroark scooped him up into her arms as she traveled back down the hallway. Right beneath his feet was now sopping wet carpet, he was almost a bit hesitant to move as it only made loud squelching noises as the pungent smell of urine began to permeate the air. 

“I didn’t mean to! I’m really sorry!” Astraeus said, taking a moment to realize he sounded little more than a child.

“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s fine – we just need to do one little thing.” Nyx said as she shushed away his frenzied apologies.

She put her finger to his mouth to quieten him.

”The baby puppy just couldn’t wait to mark his new territory, huh?” Nyx said playfully.

He found himself back into the same room as before, but this time they went straight to the walk-in closet. She set him down as she began to look for something. Astraeus couldn’t see what it was, but she came back out and asked of him,

“Can you lie down, please?"

“Why?”

“I’m going to diaper you.” Nyx said simply. Upon saying that she revealed a small, white, and rectangular looking object.

His blood froze. Surely this couldn’t happen, none of this was actually happening, all of this was a dream. He wasn’t about to be put in a diaper, right? Right?

“I don’t…!” he faltered.

‘...need a diaper… Geez, well I guess I DO need one’ At first he thought everyone was being condescending or something but he now realized that he literally was a baby. This body was one of a toddler at most, clearly one who didn’t know how to use the bathroom.

He wanted to argue, but he found himself on shaky ground. Just moments ago he quite clearly demonstrated his desperate need for them – even the rational adult part of him realized that, and he couldn't even realize when he had to go to the bathroom anymore! That was certainly how Nyx was going to see it, and he didn’t even need to be a psychic type to know what she was going to say.

He sighed as he dropped to his knees, he was utterly defeated. Nyx just smiled as she helped guide him down onto the floor and straightened out his legs. He considered scowling or crossing his arms to signify that he wasn't okay with this, but he discarded the idea as it would only make him seem like a bigger baby than he already was. It was also pretty hard to be an adult with pee-soaked fur....

It felt like nothing he could remember, that was for sure. He could hear the crinkling of the plastic backed diaper not far from him as Nyx lifted up both of his legs with a single hand. Even small motions like that made him feel so small. Astraeus felt...vulnerable for sure, despite that, he felt at ease knowing he wasn't going to be yelled at, when he thought he definitely deserved to be.

But accidents were to be expected of little ones, Nyx knew, so there was scarcely a reason in her mind to be upset at a small little puppy for making his piddles. She grinned, if anything it meant he was hydrated at least.

Instead of carpet as he was accustomed to by now, his bottom met something much softer. It was the diaper he dreaded, and it was maybe an inch thick at most he had to guess, it was a baby diaper to be sure. Astraeus was hesitant to meet the zoroark’s eyes, but when he finally did he was rewarded with another soft smile of hers; she stopped for a moment to scratch his head.

Her claws were not sharp enough to hurt, but they felt heavenly on his scalp. Astraeus breathed heavily out of his nose, and then not at all, as if he were afraid even the smallest noise would ruin the moment. Being in captivity as he was, how long was it that he had last been caressed or even touched in a way that wasn’t to inflict torture? He could not remember the last time - as prison was not a lovey dovey place.

“Ah~. So you like head scratches, that’s something to keep in mind.” Nyx said.

The former human blushed. Perhaps he was not as adept at concealing his thoughts from others as he thought.

Eventually the hand left, and he felt the diaper rising steadily over his crotch, sealing him into babyhood unfortunately for the time being. Nyx taped up the diaper and made adjustments here and there, and made sure the leg guards were all in their places. Almost immediately he felt the bulk in between his legs, and they were pushed apart ever so slightly. The zoroark would have liked to powder him, as she loved the smell of a clean, freshly diapered baby, but any baby powder she had used before had to have been years old by this point. 

She held the landing zone in place as she tapped up the diaper, making sure it was all taut enough, but not too tight. She then moved on to messing with the leg guards, making sure they were facing outwards.

She gave his diaper front a light rub and said, “Now you and my carpet are protected!”

Astraeus was still red in the face as she picked him back up and rubbed his padded bottom affectionately.

“Why don’t we get something into your tummy? You must be hungry.” Nyx asked, not really expecting a response as she came out of the room. Coeus was waiting outside the door with a small scowl on his face.

“I cleaned up his mess.” Coeus said, spitting out the last word with disgust.

“Thank you sweetie, you’re a big help,” Nyx said, then turning to Astraeus in her arms, “can you say ‘thank you’ to Coeus, baby?”

Astraeus glanced at Coeus. “Thank you.”

Without warning, he felt the top of his head being ruffled by Nyx.

“Aww! Such a cutie!”

The trio traveled to the kitchen in silence otherwise, which gave Astraeus some time to collect his thoughts.

‘For all intents and purposes, I’m a baby riolu – I literally pissed on the floor!’ he thought bitterly. No one was really mad though, because they thought he was an actual baby. Should he try to tell them he was a human? They had dismissed him without a second thought, and with a diaper draped across his derrière they were even less likely to believe him…

‘Maybe I’m in danger…’ Maybe he wouldn’t even want to tell them. If they found out he was human, with the rebellion still raging, perhaps even soon to be revolution, wouldn’t they send him back to the Raurava Prison?

‘They could just outright kill me.’

Astraeus looked at Nyx. She was kind through and through – his limited Aura could not pierce the veil surrounding her psyche – but what would she think about a lying human pretending to be a pokémon?

Surely, it was all something that could be worked through together at breakfast…

Notes:

Feel free to add comments, concerns, delusional ramblings or whatever comes to your mind. :)

Chapter 2: Dasein

Summary:

oh my god a tornado is forming but we going shopping

"In the courtyard of my soul
Is a small devil;
 A newborn."

-Perdition

 

Perhaps it was just meant to be this way. "This way" was of course the most confusing, and frankly unfair way Astraeus thought, but he could appreciate irony when it arose. He loved pokémon by all means and though his mind was not fully put back together, he could remember having a team of pokémon….

Humanity had lorded over pokémon for as long as he could remember, but now that was not the case. The case was actually him being lorded over.

‘But I’m a pokémon now.’ Astraeus shook his head.

He was being cared for – not on account of his humanity. It struck him with so much unease though.

“I’ll have to remember to take him for a full checkup with the doctor sometime later. Weren’t really sure of his age at the time, but if that ‘waterworks’ display was anything to go by, he probably can’t be much older than one or two…” Nyx said aloud to no one in particular.

As he was being carried by Nyx, with his head resting on her shoulder he took the opportunity to make a scowl. Last time she’d insinuated he was somewhere around three!

‘Great...if I have another accident then they’ll think I’m an embryo at this rate!’

He clenched his newfound paws in frustration. None of this was fair! What did he do to deserve this?

An abrupt halt brought his ruminations to a stop as well. Nyx turned to look at him as she used a hand to pull out the back end of his diaper.

“Hm? Are you going poop too? You’re tensing up and making a bunch of little faces, kiddo.” Nyx said, with not a hint of malice.

“No.” Astraeus replied darkly.

“Grumpy little fella...we have to cheer you up with some food in your tummy!” She pat him on the head.

He was curious about the dwelling, and while he was turned away from all the interesting bits, having to relegate himself to looking at Nyx’s back – and her long locks of hair. One could call it intrusive thoughts, but he had a strange urge to run his fingers through it. He’d never been this up close and personal with a zoroark, they were usually private creatures. She had that flowing tail behind her as well as that shiny bead in her mane.

Astraeus had always found it strange they had those massive ponytails, it made them eerily similar to humans...that being the case, he took a few tentative touches to find it was silky smooth to the touch; she kept it very well kept.

“Ah...baby, why don’t we keep our hands to ourselves?” Nyx said, using her free hand to bring her hair to the other side of her where Astraeus couldn’t reach, "I know babies are into shiny, colorful things...maybe I should retire my bangle for the time being." she continued mumbling to herself. 

It felt strange to be spoken to like that. She didn’t intend to be patronizing probably, but he still found himself being a bit embarrassed – like a kid being scolded for taking a cookie out of the jar.

His moping was cut short however as he traveled, really he was carried, into the kitchen. Upon looking at the room, he couldn’t help but be surprised by the normality of it all. It actually looked like any human kitchen would, with a refrigerator, stove, oven, and a table with two seats. The Sun shone down on the white marble flooring below him.

There were red streaks across it though, just the tiniest splotches….

“Coeus, did you happen to spill anything?”

The floragato muttered under his breath, “Must’ve spilled some Tomato Berry…” he turned to Nyx, and said, “I’m sorry, I’ll go and clean it, it’s bad enough the baby makes messes for you…”

Nyx’s eyes lit up in recognition, “Ah, actually, I need to get a stool or something for Astraeus, I don’t know if he can reach...can you hold him for a second?”

Coeus held his arms out and accepted the riolu. Kind of. Astraeus was held stubbornly by his armpits, a few inches away from the floragato. Not that Astraeus fashioned himself an expert on babies, but there had to have been better ways to hold one, right?

“Do you like me?” Astraeus said bluntly.

“Huh? Of course I do…” Coeus said.

The appendages on either side of him began to float, almost perpendicular to his ears. A rush of emotions entered his mind. Disgust featured prominently, as did exasperation. Clearly a lie on Coeus’s part.

“You’re lying!” Astraeus said, a bit louder than he would have liked.

Coeus looked at him dumbfounded.

“You don’t like me…” Astraeus said to himself, softer this time.

Anger and frustration began to bubble up in him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the pokémon with a distasteful glare.

“I know what you’re thinking – you’re disgusted.”

Coeus opened his mouth to say something, but those words died on his lips as Nyx entered the kitchen again, this time carrying a cumbersome chair. It wasn’t a highchair, but it was simply taller to where shorter pokémon could use it.

“What’s with all the faces?” Nyx asked, setting it down near the table.

“He hates me.” Astraeus said pointedly.

“Baby, he doesn’t hate you, I’m sure he’s just frustrated because you’re new to him and he’s not used to little ones.”

Coeus spoke up, and said, “Mom is right, I don’t hate you, okay? I just didn’t expect you to be so gross right off the bat…”

The zoroark rolled her eyes. “He needs diapers, there’s nothing he can do about it as a baby. You did much worse to my floors as a sprigatito.”

Coeus blushed and began to turn away from the pair. “Well, let’s just eat…”

Astraeus couldn’t help but smile at the remark, he knew it was in poor taste to laugh.

Nyx swooped him into her arms, and placed him on the stool. Much to his annoyance, the diaper offered some cushion when sitting, not that he wanted there to be a bright side to wearing them! It crinkled at the slightest of touches, and was a constant reminder of what he did.

He could just remember those dark figures from his memory – all much too hazy and obfuscated to recognize. ‘What happened between me and them? They have to be the key…’

A sudden noise brought him back to, and it was...a sippy cup of all things, filled to the brim with milk. It was plain save for a few flower motifs, with blue finishes across it. Two little plastic handles accompanied it.

“I can use cups…” Astraeus mumbled.

“Let’s try this, okay? I just don’t want any spills.” Nyx said, appearing to have much better hearing than he thought.

He gave a long, weary sigh. He was encumbered by a different type of exhaustion, something that reached down into the marrow of his bones. To be subjected to everything thus far, he had not the strength to fight the zoroark, however nice and understanding, on every little thing – surely there would be bigger struggles…

Astraeus glanced at Coeus, and the flowers on the sippy cup made more sense. He was receiving a hand-me-down. From someone who was probably younger in reality than he was. But, nevertheless, for all intents and purposes it seemed to be regular Moomoo Milk, which he had the opportunity to try more than a few times on his travels.

The floragato took it upon himself to turn on the TV, it was just a small one, in the kitchen. It began to show some news-anchor on the screen. It resembled some freakish squid, with long flowing tentacles, it looked positively unnerving.

“We’re at the forefront of breaking news at Pokemon News Network! Our reporters are live at the scene of the disappearance act of the decade!”

The riolu nursed the cup, gripping it tightly with both hands as he watched the news.

The screen flashed to a typhlosion. “I’m here with the leading Warden of this Human Containment Facility, who says a human just vanished without a trace! Right under the nose of the guards no less!”

A ceruledge stepped into view.

The milk-filled sippy cup dropped to the floor.

The vision came to him in only scattered flashes. Seeped in umber obfuscation all throughout, everything was dark. A lone figure with a cold set of eyes stood in a doorway. He was there too, but he could not move, could not speak, and could not see anything else before him.

They walked ever nearer, the footfalls echoed in his head. They saw him, wanted him…it was a death march - for him.

“Ah, you dropped it, don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

Astraeus blinked. With a jerk he turned around, only to see Nyx next to him. She was bending over to pick up the sippy cup which luckily wasn’t broken. Her tail had raised, allowing him to get quite the look at her rear. She didn’t seem to notice as she came back up and handed it to him.

Nyx smiled and pat him on the head once again, and said, “Are you alright with oatmeal? You can eat that right?”

Astraeus nodded.

She grabbed a bowl and quickly came back to the waiting riolu. As promised, it was indeed full of oatmeal with a spoon already in it.

“Do you want to eat on your own? If you make too much of a mess doing so, I’ll help.”

Again, Astraeus nodded, but knew it would not be necessary. 

Nyx was satisfied, and went over back to where her seat was, but not before grabbing the remote from Coeus.

“No TV when eating, remember? I don’t think it’s appropriate for Astraeus to watch all this sad news about the humans anyway…” Coeus mumbled under his breath, but Astraeus couldn’t make it out.

He looked at his oatmeal with a blank stare. The spoon lazily held some of the food an inch or so above the rest of it, suspended.

“I’ve met a Rapidash in Kalos, but I’ve never met a nice human…they're arrogant bastards who hate pokémon and are talentless murderers-!”

“Coeus! Don’t curse in front of the baby, those are all nasty things to say and I don’t want him to pick it up.” Nyx cut him off, with her eyes practically boring a hole into him.

The floragato shrunk back, having been chastised. He rolled his eyes and resumed eating his own oatmeal once again.

“Humans aren’t that bad…” Astraeus piped up. He felt as if he were close to having his head bit off. ‘Did they all resent humans that much?’

“Anyone can be good or bad, human or pokémon...though humans of course have much more capacity to do what they want…” Nyx said, trying her best to be diplomatic. Whether she believed herself remained to be seen from the riolu. It was a half answer, of course. But, as Astraeus could fully attest, it was the full truth of the matter.

Astraeus scanned Nyx’s face, and doing so he stared into her eyes with an intensity and focus that could not come from some riolu toddler. Looking was all he could do though, strange as it was. Her mask was unreadable now all of a sudden. He blinked in disbelief.

“You should know that’s naughty, yes? To go into someone’s head? And read their emotions and feelings?”

‘How did she figure that out? Is it because she’s a Dark-type?’ he thought.

It was his turn to conceal his feelings now, he could not risk her getting a reaction out of him, as long as he played the dumb baby and didn’t give her any room to suspect purposefulness in his actions….

“I’m sorry, Nyx…I didn’t mean to.”

She smiled and said, “It’s alright, baby. We just don’t want you to do that to everyone on the street, other pokémon might get upset,” she turned to Coeus, “...likewise you need to be mindful of him too, guard your mind.”

“Well isn’t he a talented little guy...” Coeus said, “I’d never have thought he could do something like that.”

Astraeus didn’t detect any sarcasm, shocking as that was. The floragato seemed genuinely impressed, and Astraeus couldn’t help but feel a bit proud.

“Oh, I’d been planning on taking Astraeus out shopping, I need more baby diapers and I’m almost out of your old ones from when you were a teeny tiny sprigatito.” Nyx said.

Coeus instantly turned red in the face. “Mom! Stop saying stuff like that, it’s embarrassing!”

. . .

Lumiose City was much like when he’d last been there, though granted it had been a while, it was good to see it was not an apocalyptic wasteland. Wide boulevards with well-manicured trees and Roccoco style apartments surrounded the two on all sides. Atop the mansard roofs of the dwellings were a wide range of bird pokémon.

They didn’t used to be there. But now, they felt like spies keeping an eye out, surveying the lands, now made agents of the revolution and eager to spot any seditious activities.

But now there was a stark decline of humans about. Whereas before you couldn’t go a second without almost bumping into someone, pokémon took the center stage. There were still humans milling about, whether in cafes, boutiques, or stores, but they were not ever alone; always, there was a pokémon of some sort nearby. Still, the normalcy of it all was comforting; everything was more or less the same. It wasn’t a police state, however low of a bar that was….

Nyx held him by the hand as the two walked along the various storefronts, she had a surprisingly strong grip, and always kept glancing at, just to make sure he was still there. He had no delusions about running away though, he had no other place to go to after all.

He certainly wished he had some other clothes to wear, especially out in the largest city in Kalos. Only having a diaper on, one that always rustled and crinkled and forced his legs apart to make him always walk with a slight waddle, it felt very strange to be out here. He was practically naked, but here he was being paraded around by the zoroark. But to others, he probably just looked like a little baby, they wouldn't laugh and point at him per se, but it still didn't make Astraeus feel terribly great about the situation he was in currently.

The other pokémon didn’t give him much mind luckily, and actually, those that did smiled and waved, they said hello to him; it was something they would never do if they found out he was human, that was for sure.

Astraeus’s eyes drifted to a nearby cafe and looked at all the various tea and coffees they had for sale. A machamp was sitting down drinking a coffee, steam still curled up from the cup. When was the last time he had coffee? Or anything that wasn't stale bread and water or whatever the prison guards had served him?

‘Some coffee would be nice right about now.’ he thought.

Just then though, he was violently bumped into and it nearly caused him to tumble down into Nyx. He scrambled to stay on his feet, a feat made none the easier with his diaper hanging from him, and he turned to look.

“Oh! Gosh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking...I’m really sorry kiddo!” A braixen said, looking quite apologetic.

They were a bipedal fox-like pokémon, with yellow fur covering their upper half, as black fur gave way as it descended on their legs. Two massive ears were on either side of its head and its ever present stick was securely nestled in his tail fur.

He stopped and stared at the riolu for a second longer, and he didn’t say anything. The other pokémon’s eyes flashed wide for a second, as if seeing something wondrous. Or maybe it was just Astraeus’s eyes playing tricks on them.

“Well, I do hope you’ll be careful in the future mister, there are young ones all about…” Nyx said as she tried to conceal her annoyance with the careless braixen, but wasn't doing a particularly great job of doing so Astraeus thought. 

The other pokémon nodded in hurried agreement, and promptly left. Astraeus craned his neck down the road to see him walk ever further away from the two. At first Astraeus had thought them a girl with such long eyelashes and such a figure but was able to confirm for sure after seeing the braixen’s respectable set of cock and balls.

The braixen stole a last quick glance at the two, before disappearing into some alleyway behind them. With that out of the way, the two continued towards their destination.

Despite the new circumstances, despite everything swirling around in his head, Astraeus smiled as he looked up into sky to see those same puffy white clouds, those same rays of sunlight – these things never changed.

It was comforting when nothing else was.

Nyx led him into a building suddenly, taking his hand tightly around the corner. The doors opened automatically, and aisles and aisles of...well, everything, was before him. There were tons of pokémon milling about, whether buying something or in the midst of some conversation. Just like before, there were very few humans. It was loud and noisy, so that hadn't changed with the revolution, but it was of little comfort to the riolu right now. The doors closed behind them, and with his hand still in Nyx's grasp he was left with little else to do but stare at everything around him. 

“Alright, Astraeus, I need you to stick with me and behave, okay?” Nyx asked.

He silently nodded.

She had apparently found a shopping cart in the meantime, and soon Astraeus found himself plucked up into the cart, and deposited into the baby seat. His feet were swinging haphazardly, he kicked out his legs as if he were on a swing, for no real reason at all.

His view was not great, however. It was actually quite awkward since, nestled among her fur, there were a pair of breasts looking right back at him – practically at eye level no less. He of course didn’t mean to stare, but he was left with little choice….

“Can I walk?” he asked, still embarrassed, and tried to look up at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry, I think it’s best you stay put – I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Astraeus sighed as he went to undo the safety strap, and he attempted to try to climb out by himself. Nyx put a firm hand down on his shoulder, effectively pushing him back down into the seat.

“No, no. You’re staying put. Didn’t you just tell me you’d behave?”

“But I can walk!”

Nyx sighed. “I know you can walk, Astraeus. That’s not the point – the point is safety, I want to be able to see you and not worry about you getting hurt.”

“But-!” Astraeus went to retort, but he was cut off as Nyx suddenly kissed his cheek.

His mouth was slightly left ajar in shock as the zoroark took the opportunity to refasten the strap across his lap.

‘She just kissed me, just like that.’ He’d never been kissed by a girl, or a boy for that matter – but he was open to all kinds of people.

He blushed slightly, and asked, “How old are you?”

Nyx laughed, and she chocked the question up to little ones’ short attention spans.

“I’m thirty-three. Do you know how old you are?” she asked.

“I’m twenty-three.” Astraeus answered completely deadpan, and hoped he could convince her that he wasn’t what he seemed.

The zoroark’s face practically lit up however, and she said, “Oh, the baby really does know how to count all the way up that high? You’re going to be so far ahead of everyone else at the daycare when I enroll you!”

He supposed that was the most likely way it was going to go...but he figured it was worth a shot. Still, somehow that made the kiss all the more embarrassing, she thought he was nothing more than a little baby….

He sighed. He gripped the handles of the shopping cart and looked out across the store. They were currently located in the spice and herb sections. Nyx slowly traveled down the aisle, looking at the different types – and there were many types – oregano, parsley, turmeric, dill, coriander, sumac, bay leaves, star anise, and everything in between. His eyes drifted over to the containers of fenugreek and cumin in particular. Astraeus shook his head, he didn’t think he overly liked either of those two but for some reason, he couldn’t shake the thought they were important in some way.

If there were some perks of being a toddler, the lack of inhibitions and forgoing politeness were some of them. He jabbed his finger out into the aisle, pointing at them.

“I want them!”

Nyx had a bemused look on her face, as she probably didn’t know any little ones that jumped for joy for spices, but he was very unique to say the least.

“Baby, I don’t think we need those right now.” she said.

He shook his head and began to undo the strap holding him again; it was worth a shot to try to appeal to her. Obviously, he would have to up the ante.

The zoroark took a deep breath in and sharply exhaled. Clearly, he was testing her patience – but it had to be done, the more testing one does, the more one knows what they can get away with after all.

She brought his hands to his sides and prevented them from moving, and said, “Alright, if you can keep your body, every part of it, inside of the cart and not cause any more trouble, then I’ll get you the spices. If you don’t listen, I’m going to return them, do you understand?”

“Yes.” he replied, quite pleased with himself all things considered.

She took the cumin and fenugreek from the shelf and he instantly took it into his arms.

Just then he remembered even more.

In this vision he was in his body looking at the fire of some campsite. This was all through his own eyes this time. The sky was brilliant, the stars glittered across the tapestry of the night and utterly spewed forth even midst the tar-colored darkness. The Moon was full, whole, and was the centerpiece of all the light – even it knew. It could never be as dashing and dazzling as the Sun though, it could only borrow the light of the Sun. Forever its slave, and forever trapped in the celestial and ethereal dance with the Earth. 

He noticed some motion in the upmost outer edge of his vision. It was a white hand waving at him. A white furred creature motioned and mimed to get his attention back on Earth as it offered him a fork. It was some kind of meat. The other figure was idly kicking a pebble up and down as if it were a soccer ball. Before he could trail his eyes up to get a good look at the pokémon’s face the vision vanished like mist – and he found himself back in the store.

“Astraeus...are you alright? You were kind of spacing. Why don’t I put those where they don’t drop, alright?” Nyx said, and cut the fog still clinging in his mind.

She took the spices out of his hand and put them in the lower basket. He couldn’t reach, and he actually could barely crane his neck back far enough to see anything. He quickly nodded.

She didn’t inquire further, apparently satisfied, as she put a ginger root into the basket as well, before wheeling the cart down more to grab a sprig of lavender.

Astraeus felt them moving once again as she wheeled it out of that section for good. However, they were only going the next aisle over: the baby aisle.

The riolu muttered under his breath. Whatever visions he had of himself as a human, the fact remained that he was now a pokémon, in a very thick baby diaper furthermore. His diaper crinkled as he shifted around, as the cart was not the most comfortable place in the world.

Nyx went to town to say the least. It seemed as if she scooped up everything she could find. She made a beeline towards the diapers, and she stopped to look. Astraeus could not really tell the difference between all the types and brands, but he figured if he couldn’t find a way to become human again fast, he’d become a ‘diaper connoisseur’. (Which was certainty not something he wanted to list on his resume.)

Nyx's eyes scanned over the rows and rows of diapers on both sides, they were all filled top to bottom with the puffy, absorbent garments, and she couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic, silly as it was, remembering her days shopping for Coeus. Right next to those were of course the next logical iteration of underwear: training pants. As cute as some of the designs were, Nyx knew a riolu, certainty one so small, wouldn't be ready for those in a long, long time.  

Needless to say, his eyes popped in disbelief as she selected two massive boxes, one was yellow, the other was blue. One depicted a happy little Teddiursa sitting down with nothing but a diaper around its waist. The other had a Cubchoo sleeping, curled in the fetal position on a cloud among twinkling stars – nighttime diapers. Both however were labeled as 'Size 5' and both advertised the latest and greatest "technology", whatever tech could be found in a diaper....

He kicked his feet in utter disbelief again and made a grimace as he saw they were both a 196 count. He could have enough to last more than a month he realized!

‘I can’t even imagine being like this for a week!’

Nyx was much too engrossed in shopping for her to notice his little tantrum however. This was only the beginning for her anyway. Astraeus watched from a distance as she traveled ever further down the aisle, with things growing in her arms by the minute.

She had grabbed two massive boxes of wipes, no fewer than a hundred in each, multiple containers of baby powder, baby oil, and baby lotion each – once she dropped those things into the cart she went back for more. She spotted a contoured changing pad and was practically giddy with excitement. Even Astraeus thought it was kind of cute, it had little figures of eevees and pikachus running around and other times sleeping together, nestled in each others’ embrace against a white pearl-colored background. It even had a raised mound acting as a small pillow for the baby’s head.

There was also a changing mat the zoroark had also gotten and stacked on top of the larger changing pad, but this one was thinner and was plain – it was a simple periwinkle color.

“Now, I’m not sure about these, but if you’re half the super-soaker little Coeus was when he was a baby, you’ll need them…” Nyx said, who seemed to be talking more to herself at this point. She had six pairs of white plastic pants in her hands as well which were semi-transparent.

A pit formed deep in Astraeus’s stomach. With each and every purchase, he only got more and more worried. He could understand a trip to the store to get him some small package of bedwetting pants, or training pants at worst, but each item added to the cart only enforced the idea that he’d be staying with the zoroark for a long time. In his mind it also seemed like a bit of an overkill, it's like she was buying enough for two babies. Unless...Nyx would keep him as a baby forever - he shuddered to think of being a lucario with diapers tucked around his waist.

He shook his head to run the thought away, it was completely stupid, as she wouldn't do something that mean and crazy. But he wondered if some not so nice pokémon would....

He also didn’t know if he had much of a choice: he was a toddler who desperately needed protection from accidents, and trying to enlighten the pokémon of the region that he was a fugitive on the run wouldn’t go very well, he figured. Nyx was admittedly nice to a fault, and didn’t seem to have as strong opinions of humans.

A clatter of goods came from behind him and he craned his neck around to see a package of baby bibs along with a few burp cloths, a couple of baby bottles, hard-spouted blue sippy cups, and even a set of pacifiers now in the cart. There were even more things, ranging from brushes, combs, nail clippers and even a nasal aspirator stuffed into the cart as well, and as he caught sight of the last item he winced, thinking he wouldn't even be able to wipe and clean his nose by himself anymore.

Nestled amongst those were sets of baby plates, bowls, and trays including a matching set of blue plastic baby utensils. The one thing he could find a modicum of solace in was that everything was either unisex or boy colors, no pink yet luckily.

Color was the least of his worries as he groaned loudly, seeing her go over to the baby food section. It seemed like the mountain of baby food she was carrying back would topple at any moment - there was puréed apple, banana, sweet potatoes, pears and some containers of baby meats.

”Really committing to the bit I see…” he mumbled under his breath as he resolved for none of those disgusting things to touch his lips.

After everything was secured in the cart, Astraeus found himself moving again as Nyx pushed the cart along and out of the aisle.

“Alright, now since all that’s done with now, why don’t we take a trip over to the clothing section?”

Astraeus let a little snort out – she kept on using the royal ‘we’ and never waited for a response from him. Then again, what would a little baby like him know about anything he thought derisively.

The two of them made their way over to the baby clothes section, and whether he was a human or a baby riolu stuck in a diaper, he was never one to look forward to clothes shopping. Perhaps the scowl on his face was just a bit too noticeable though, because Nyx turned to him and said,

“Figured we should get some little booties to cover up those cute little toes of yours!” She poked both of his paw pads as his feet dangled from the seat. He gasped and instinctively tried to jump back but was foiled by the strap holding him. 

The zoroark’s face lit up. “Oh? You’re a very ticklish baby it seems…then what if I do this!” She again started to poke and prod at his feet, with his pink paw pads proving to be very sensitive indeed. In his head he had a faint memory of a pet Skitty who never liked when their paws were touched, and now, he couldn’t really blame them – now being on the other foot so to speak.

Of course, she didn’t stop there. She gave a few tentative pokes at his sides and he let out a small burst of laughter as they proved to be even more ticklish than his paws. He tried to squirm and wiggle away, but Nyx seemed to find every ticklish spot on his body. He struggled to undo the strap as he barely was able to get his paws around the buckle through heavy laughter. That was quickly stopped by the zoroark as she playfully batted away his paws and gave him another quick kiss on his cheek.

“Alright, alright, I’m done, I promise~.” she said.

He took a heavy, deep breath as he looked up towards the zoroark. The smile plastered across his face soon dissipated as he tried his best scowl on her.

“Maybe it was a little mean, there was nothing you could do as a defenseless little baby against the tickle monster!” she said, grinning.

After he recomposed himself Nyx took the opportunity to continue into the section, which was chock full of clothes for babies, toddlers, and children. She even took the opportunity to swipe some socks for Astraeus, pairs of blue and white ones with lace on their ends. A bit more on the feminine side with the lace - she shook her head - what baby would care about lace? She dressed Coeus up in a dress one time for fun and he hadn't bat an eye. The riolu would be much too little to care. Of course, when he grew up into a big lucario, she was sure he'd hate the pictures being shown around, but she'd cross that bridge when she got there….

Nyx snorted just out of his earshot. It was a bit silly to even picture him as a lucario. Right now, he was just as little as he could be. She glanced at the box of diapers. If they were any indication, he'd be a little one for quite some time. For it was common knowledge that riolus, dare she say even lucarios, had such delicate and sensitive bladders and bowels by nature it was not unheard of for them to wear diapers, training pants, and nighttime protection for far longer than an average child. 

They passed by a collection of baby bloomers. Seeing them caused a stir in Nyx, as they seemed oh so cute and oh so pretty...of course those were for little girls who wore dresses, as any parent wouldn't want to flash their child's diaper every time their little one's dress hitched up. They also weren't absorbent either, which was a definite con but the pro was that they were so cute it was easy to look over for Nyx. After all, he could wear bloomers still, but they would naturally have to be over his diapers and plastic pants the zoroark told herself. 

‘None of the pokémon I’ve seen so far even use clothes, so why bother?’ he wondered.

“Why don’t you wear clothes?” he asked.

Nyx stopped to put her hand over her mouth in feign shock and exclaimed, “What a smart baby I have with me! I was so careless I must have forgotten to put on my clothes, I’m naked~!”

She ruffled the fur atop his head. “Most of us don’t wear clothes so it’s only really for the eccentric, rich, or those with a statement to make.”

“Or for cute little babies and toddlers like you! After all, it’s pretty uncouth, and not to mention unhygienic, for a little one to be in nothing but their dirty diaper out in public.” she explained.

He nodded along; it was a pretty good explanation, he could see why most pokémon wouldn’t like it. In the midst of battle it would certainty be a hazard.

Nyx grabbed a couple of baby onesies from a pile and swiftly added them all to the cart – they were all plain colors, a blue, white, gray, and black one which all had snaps at the crotch for easier diaper changing.

Close by were stacks of fleece one-piece pajamas with built in mittens and booties, which all had decals of pichus sleeping with little ‘Zs’ above their heads which she eagerly put in the cart – for good measure she also grabbed a set of baby rompers. He did a double take when he spotted a light blue baby bonnet at the bottom of the cart. It didn't help him when Nyx's taste in fashion was twice as old as she was in age.

She didn’t put it in her cart, but some of the kaidangku looked very cute, she had to begrudgingly admit. She’d thought they were garish at first, but after hearing how good they were for potty training from other adults she’d warmed up to them. Of course, they would be of no use for the diaper clad riolu in her cart anytime soon she told herself, but being able to see his cute little baby tush all the time was an added plus too.

“I think a few pairs of mittens would also be good for you. You seem to be quite the grabby little tyke…” Nyx said aloud as she swiped a few stand alone mittens from a stand.

A colorful flash of fabric caught Astraeus’s eye however, and his heart began to stir as he saw a collection of colorful underoos and panties, all made for older children, which all seemed like the height of maturity compared to the diaper around his waist.

‘Maybe I could convince her to let me wear underpants...if I can wear them and manage to use the toilet…’

A set of boy briefs featured one with a black waistband and trim and three decals of Crocalor, Quaxwell, and funnily enough, Floragato all set against a red, blue, and green background respectively to represent their Types. The other one was mostly all black, save for colored graphics of Sprigatito, Fuecoco, Quaxly, and Pikachu.

“Can we get them?” he asked Nyx.

She paused with a pair of matching set of toddler pants and shirts in one hand, and said, “Oh! Is it because you see a floragato on it, like your big brother? Perhaps in a few years when you’re ready…”

“What about these?” he pointed to another set of underwear.

The other ones were a set of cotton panties, but even the color pink was more adult than the white of his diaper he thought bitterly. Maybe if he begged and pleaded for every pair he saw she could be worn down… Beggars couldn’t be choosers after all, and Arceus knew that he was a beggar now. One was cream colored and had Pikachu and Eevee plastered front and back with blue outlines. The other one was plain pastel pink in front but it was stamped with a huge colored decal of Jigglypuff and Eevee with stars and sparkles dotted across it.

Nyx’s ears perked up and looked over to where he pointed, she put her hand on her hip after she put a pair of overalls in the cart.

“Alright...I see you aren’t going to give up on this….” Nyx sighed. She clapped her hands together softly and said, “Okay! Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll buy both of them for you and when you’re ready for potty training you can wear them.”

'Ah...well I didn't want the girl ones!'

He sucked in his teeth in annoyance, it wasn’t the deal he had in mind, that was for sure. He also didn’t really want the panties, for obvious reasons…but he had no real leverage in the matter. She tossed the pairs of underwear in the basket, and nuzzled him on the cheek. The zoroark giggled to herself, clearly the riolu was at that age where he didn't care about colors, he probably didn't even know his colors at all. He just wanted pretty, sparkly, and shiny things. She was happy to oblige, as she thought he would look so funny in big boy underoos and big girl panties. But it was obvious he wouldn't be ready for those in a long, long time, so what was the harm in humoring him? 

The absurdity of a baby in anything but diapers, now that would make for a nice Christmas card gag she told herself. She'd have to make sure she snapped the picture in time before he wet the big kid pants though....

Her eyes drifted back over to the baby bloomers. He'd been so eager to get both pairs, perhaps, she should get them? Astraeus was busy looking at all the clothes she'd picked out as she silently mulled the question. He was such a happy little thing, and clearly he had an eye for girly things...what was the harm? In one quick hand motion she dropped a few of the bright pink and purple bloomers into the cart. She was sure he wouldn't mind, after all he was such a happy and giggly baby boy - so amicable, save for a few weird hang-ups of his. 

“I think we can be done for the day, I can see that you’re getting fussy. When we get back I’ll put you down for your nap.”

She'd take his measurements later. None of these were pretty enough, and she knew a boutique a few blocks from the house. Those dresses there were so pretty even little boys would beg to wear them. And saying they were lacy and frilly would be the understatement of the century, so drowned in ruffles and frills and laces they were. If there weren't at least five layers of petticoats, then it wasn't a dress worth selling at the Boutique Couture. 

Nyx resolved to buy a couple for him, even if they were a bit on the expensive side. The riolu was currently glued to the box of diapers she'd bought him she saw. Looking at him, she found him almost enamored with them with how intently he was looking at them. She saw he had knitted his brows…in what appeared to be concern. She raised an eyebrow, what would a baby be concerned about?

Not that it mattered to her, as she knew babies were just curious and thought nothing else of it. 

In a few few business weeks his wardrobe would of course have onesies and rompers and sleepers and all the usual...but there would now be lots of petticoats in his future. 

. . .

The line wasn’t terribly long in the check out, but that was of little help to Astraeus. His ears pricked as he heard, and felt, a rumbling in his stomach.

‘No! No! No! Not now, please I can’t afford to deal with this right now!’

He poked Nyx’s shoulder and tried to get her attention. He whispered, “I have to poop….”

“I’m sorry baby, but it’s our turn in line, can you wait a few minutes?”

He took a deep breath. He could do this, he had to do this. Surely if he could just hold it for a few minutes and then use the toilet Nyx would have to see that his accident had been a fluke and he was not a baby.

As the total for the purchase rose and rose, Nyx counted out some Poké Dollars – the currency was still the same after the ongoing Revolution, if it wasn’t broke, don’t fix it he guessed was the thinking. 

His bowels pleadings were growing more and more urgent and he had to use all his focus to not have a repeat of last time.

As the transaction was finally concluded, for Nyx had indeed bought a lot, the zoroark made haste for the bathroom which was luckily just a short trip away from the registers. She unstrapped him and plucked him from the seat and planted him on the ground.

Astraeus froze up as he felt the inevitable happen. His body knew what to do, even if his mind was in shock and disbelief, as he instinctively squatted down as he began to have a second accident of the day. His short blue tail flagged upwards as more and more mess slowly began to fill the back end of his diaper. With a final gurgle from his bowels he stood back up, looking quite shell shocked.

He was red in the face from the effort and red from embarrassment – he had a chance to prove that he was grown up, but his best chance yet was currently in his diaper seat.

“Aww, you were so close baby….” she said softly.

In truth though, she didn't really expect him to make it to the toilet. It was fun pretending he was potty training, but surely the little riolu had to have known his potties would naturally end up in his diaper where they belonged?

Blinking, he realized tears were beginning to form in his eyes. There was just simply no way he could justify pooping his pants, his rational adult mind knew that deep down, and he had messed himself in public no less.

He began to sniffle as the fresh tears steamed down his face. Nyx picked him up and rested his head on her shoulder, his bottom was supported by her other hand and the mess in his diaper smushed up against his fur.

He cringed as the newfound, definitely unwanted sensation rippled across his hind. 

“Let’s get you changed buddy, you’ll be in a nice, clean diaper in no time.”

Of course, this would only solidify into Nyx's mind his utter dependency on diapers. She slowly shook her head to herself as she thought she looked quite foolish thinking the little one could be trusted with using the toilet. It was cute to think of the riolu as an independent toddler, but clearly that was far from the case.

She regretted just getting two boxes of diapers, and knew he'd need to have many, many more for a long, long time.

The zoroark hummed as she walked over to the bathroom, electing for a family one. She swiped a clean diaper from the packages and balanced a box of wipes and went into the empty bathroom, locking the door.

Astraeus meanwhile had dropped any pretenses that he wasn’t very much bothered by what had transpired. He was close to full out bawling, not even caring how it looked, that ship had since sailed anyhow.

“Shh...it’s alright, it’s alright….” she whispered.

“No! It’s not!”

Was this some new kind of punishment for humans? He didn’t have the faintest idea why of course, there were many simpler ways to humiliate them after all. In that moment he wished his head had been severed clean off in the prison.

At least he wouldn’t have to put up with this crap anymore; as fate would have it he had to put up with multiple kinds of crap these days….

In truth, he was quite tired, whether it be emotionally or physically. He could not remember much of anything important in his old life: his parents, friends, even his presumed team of pokémon he knew he must have had, all of them could very well be dead. So…? What was the point of all this?

The only constant was Nyx’s fur. It was velvety soft and smelt like elderberries. It was also thick, and warm. He could feel her warm breath on his lower back and her heartbeat thumped through her chest into his – practically reverberating across his body. So, perhaps, there were a few more constants in this new life. Perhaps, a few good things….

He felt himself being lifted up and away from Nyx, and he tried to claw back and fasten himself once more to her shoulder, a small bead of snot broke off from his nose and left her shoulder wet with his mucus and tears.

Once again, he felt something solid, but this time he was lying supine on a flat surface. He glanced around to see himself now placed upon a plastic changing table. A strap was raised across his belly, but he didn’t see much reason to run away since it was quite a long ways down on a not very soft tiled bathroom floor.

Through the bright fluorescent lights he saw Nyx’s silhouette above him, smiling. His hand had remained outstretched towards her while on the table and she clasped her hands over his.

“I’m sorry….”

Nyx shook her head. “You have no reason to be sorry. I’m just glad you’re not crying anymore.”

His face was still stained with his tears.

“But everyone saw…”

She shrugged her shoulders as she began to caress his cheek affectionately.

“No one laughed. No one said anything. Even if something like that were to happen, I’d be right there with you,” she said. “I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying right now, maybe you will when you’re older, but...if you focus too much on the past – on what was, and the future – what could happen, you’ll miss out on the best part of life: the present, where everything is happening right now. That’s where everything is in your hands and you can make a difference…so you should live your life accordingly. Don't worry about everyone else.”

He nodded silently. Nothing in this new world made any sense, but this did. Kind of.

The zoroark just smiled as she peeled back the diaper tapes on the sides of his diaper and began changing him for the first time proper. His penis practically sprung up like a jack-in-the-box due to the cold air, now becoming almost fully hard. He mumbled quietly as he saw the zoroark giggled at the sight. It of course wasn't her first rodeo with erections, but it always amused her as to how fickle and sensitive little boy weewees were - Coeus being no exception throughout his diaper changes and puberty.

The terrible smell hit his nose and he recoiled in disgust. Perhaps Nyx was better at hiding it, but she seemed much less squeamish about the whole ordeal. The zoroark stopped for a moment however and silently lifted his ankles up and nodded, 

"Looks like baby is all set, making messies that big means he's nice and healthy~!" she exclaimed before booping him on the nose.

In truth, even she was a bit caught off guard with how stinky his dirty diaper was - she knew that puppy poop was quite smelly, but she did wonder if riolus were innately gifted with that “talent”.

“You know….Coeus didn’t really much mind poopy diapers. I think he found them kind of fun honestly, of course that made my job harder…but you do not like them one bit from gauging your reaction, kiddo.” she said, booping him on the nose yet again.

He tried to bat away her hand but it just goaded her to do it even more. He whined as he covered his nose with his hand.

“Goodness, you are quite fussy…does the tickle monster have to make a second appearance?”

He vigorously shook his head, hoping that would suffice, as he felt it was beneath him to even dignify it with a response.

She just left his diaper front on top of his crotch untaped as she fumbled around for the wipes, bending down. Even restrained with the strap she still took care to leave a hand on his abdomen to make sure he was safe and didn't roll off. Right now, however, he would have preferred jumping off and splattering his brains out.  

“No little fountain for me? Baby boys typically spray everywhere, hm? Though, you’ve shown yourself to not be the average little baby, haven’t you?” Nyx said, pinching his cheek.

He rolled his eyes.

Though he had little time to protest much further because Nyx suddenly used the front of his diaper to wipe away some of the poop clinging to his fur before tucking the entire diaper under his bottom. She then delicately took hold of both of his legs and ankles with a single hand and started to wipe away at his bottom with the newfound baby wipes. They were however quite cold, and he let out a little gasp.

Despite the slight discomfort, his rear end soon felt much better – very clean and crisp, as he was slowly but surely wiped spotless and just the teeniest bit wet.

Before he could even register what happened, a new, clean diaper replaced his old one, the transition so smooth his butt never even once touched the surface of the changing table. Nyx brought the diaper front up over his crotch. He yelped as the zoroark took hold of his penis for a moment to position it downward - her claws grazing the head of his penis, causing him to grow even more erect than he already was. He was still red in the ears as she taped up his new diaper and made a few final adjustments. The new diapers she’d bought felt even thicker than the one he’d been wearing he realized in horror. 

His legs had been forced out from each other to where now he struggled to even close them together. 

She taped up his very well used diaper and tossed it into the trash without a further thought and planted a kiss on his cheek as she leaned over the changing table.

His penis was still twitching from the unexpected touch when Nyx went over to the sink to wash her hands.

‘Come to think of it…’

As Nyx’s attention was occupied he slowly brought his hand to the front of his diaper as he tried his best to discreetly lift it up just enough to see his new genitalia. It was morbid curiosity, sure, but he hadn’t even thought about it given everything else that had happened.

His human penis hadn’t been massive or anything, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit deflated. It was now much more canine shaped, equipped with a sheath and petite looking knot, and it couldn’t have been anymore than two measly inches! His balls weren’t anymore impressive, through the scrotum that now ensconced his new crown jewels, they didn’t look to be much bigger than a pea.

An annoyed snort escaped his nose as he let his diaper fall back into place with a snap. Just in time, no less, as Nyx turned around and walked over to him to unstrap him and finally freed him from the tahle's clutches.

He was once again placed over her shoulder as the two made their way out of the bathroom. Nyx then strapped him into the cart and started homeward, his newfound diaper crinkled as she started to move the cart.

Embarrassing as the experience was, he had to admit it was great to be in a clean diaper, but the whole thing had been exhausting.

It had been a very long day….

Notes:

Let's see if I can actually update all this in a timely manner

Chapter 3: Myrmidon

Summary:

local pretty boy with his cat and bathing ensues

‘It’s always a maze around here…’ the braixen thought to themselves bitterly, weaving in and out of ever-increasing hallways. 

To any palace passerby, they would note he had a permanent scowl on his face as he traversed the byzantine labyrinth before him, that would always get a little easier to navigate, but never any more welcoming. It was too large and omnipresent to be the case.

Light streamed in from his right via the massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows that functioned as doors to the peristyle outside. Out in the courtyard one would find a massive solid black marbled gazebo with gold and white streaks smeared throughout it.

Marble pathways were laid out in all four cardinal directions, which in turn led to four sections cordoned off and filled in by an utter sea of white, pristine roses. It was where Mew often drank tea by herself, and on occasion brought guests to join her to bask in the sunlight or sip tea. (He knew that one of her favorite things was soaking up every puddle of sunlight and splaying out to catch every drop of it, much like a common house cat though she would never admit it.)

“I swear, it’s like someone shitted gold and silver everywhere. Who’d stand to live in this gaudy place besides that cat?” he asked aloud, whispering to himself in case anyone heard.

A more subdued barrel-vaulted ceiling topped the facades of the columns, these ones being for decoration apparently, with just as much ornate splendor as their decorated Corinthian pilasters. Flanking both sides were richly ornate tables and chairs with the shiny marble of the columns acting as an impromptu mirror for anyone going by. While the first few times it had been awesome to behold, he now paid the quadratura on the ceiling little heed, depicting Arceus and assorted Mythicals.

None of this compared to the massive crystal chandeliers that crawled all the way down the hallway, with dozens of candles on each one to create an aura of absolutism and grandeur throughout.

Whatever feelings it provoked, the braixen wasn’t intent on stopping but rather he showed himself a door at the end of the hallway on the right side. It was one of the only doors he knew by heart – and that heart was sure to be broken as it always was when he walked through its threshold.

He opened the double set of doors, first taking a moment to admire the gold finishes on it and flung them open.

A more intimate room revealed itself, marble gave way to hardwood floors and white carpets. The room was seemingly drenched in the color white, with chairs and a standalone chaise-lounge in white and yellow upholstery. A pure white marble fireplace was tucked in the corner with a screen and rococo bronzed andirons and on its top laid an Empire-style mantel clock with patinated bronze decorations.

A small, bubblegum-pink creature sat in a lone hyacinth purple à la reine chair, and they simply stared at the clock with fervor as its eyes looked at the time ticking away. It was a tiny creature, compared to even the fox and had two triangular ears, two large feet, and a thin, pink tail crowned off with a small tuft of fur at its end. They were silent yet carried themselves in such a way that it was obvious they were of high stature. 

It did not even look in the braixen’s direction before it said with an imperious tone,

“Prithee, come in Eumenes,” they finally turned towards him, “welcome as you are into my boudoir, you are a few minutes late and if I didn’t have my tea to occupy me I would have grown oh so lonely, and oh so bored~.”

Her voice carried a general sense of unseriousness, but underneath, Eumenes knew that they cared deeply about it. She would never admit it, but the braixen knew that she did not have many visitors here and she was lonely.

She didn’t exactly hide it well from him.

For the place was too imposing, too massive, and too freighting to visit by oneself. But here he was, doing just that.

As if to make a point, they set down the teacup they were nursing onto a gueridon within arms reach. On the table’s slender legs, they all showcased a statue of a meek-looking eevee caryatid supporting it.

“Hello, Mew...I’m sorry I was a bit behind...the train was running a little late,” Eumenes replied as he did a slight bow, “I almost ran down a little kid accidentally but I think you’ll have something to say about this part of the story.”

“Will I?”

Eumenes approached Mew with soft steps, as if he were walking on eggshells.

“I don’t mean to impose such a question, but when I looked at the riolu, I could sense he was like me. He was a human originally. You never turned some guy into a riolu, right?”

Mew fell silent for sometime. Eumenes figured she was not thinking about the answer to his question but rather the question's veracity as Mew had always thought foxes were naughty liars who never told the full truth. Eumenes could attest, it was simply their nature.

“Nay,” she stated, “Mewtwo and Arceus are the only other ones who could change corporeal form so drastically, they are not a party to this little experiment I’m doing, so I find it unlikely they are responsible.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think the little guy is anything to worry about, he was wearing a diaper...he can barely walk, much less get in the way of us.”

Mew cracked a small smile for the first time in the conversation.

“Cute as that is to picture, them toddling around in their puffy puppy pants, I still want you and your team to initiate contact. It’s very likely they are an adult as any transformation of that kind causes significant de-aging in the human-to-pokemon years conversion….”

Eumenes nodded along. He knew firsthand of this as well, as he recalled he was originally very bitter about regressing to the equivalent of a teenager. It was also much better than the alternative though – so he could never be too worked up over it.

“With all of that out of the way, you still must make amends for your naughty language whilst coming down my hallway….”

The braixen sucked his teeth in. He knew what was coming, he didn’t even need to become a delphox with its psychic typing to guess….

He walked over to the chair Mew was sitting in and began to kneel. Her expression changed, just the tiniest bit, and had just the tiniest bit of a smile wrapping around her face. Eumenes, having been around her for two years now knew there was a part of her that relished this. Maybe it was corny, stalk, ear, and roots included, but there was a part of him that also relished it.

He needed it in a sense too, to pay her back, to prove that he was worthy enough to be kept around. Her foresight had saved him and his little sister after all – Mew had whisked them away and prevented them from ever being captured in the first place and changed their human forms into a body more suitable for a pokémon revolution, and like that, he became hers. And only hers.

“You have to work on your kowtow, kit.” Mew said, as she peered into her empty teacup one more time, as if checking again would materialize more tea, but one could always hope….

Naturally, being a cat, one of her many fantastic furry feline features were her two long, slender feet, with small and delicate pink paw pads on their bottoms. Eumenes wrinkled his nose, he loved to mess with his old partner pokémon’s feet, the litten just had the cutest little black toe beans, but now, things were much different. His face was now nearly eye level with her feet, her paws dangled just a few inches away from his mouth which let her showcase her wonderfully soft digits.

He jutted forward and kissed the top of her left foot. “Forgive me, Mew.”

Her fur felt velvety soft on his lips as he lingered for a moment more than was probably necessary.  

“Get the brush, please.” Mew said, as he began to roll his eyes. Surely she could get it herself....

He stood straight up, and upon dusting his knees he went over to the fireplace and atop the mantel was the ivory brush in question. It was soft brisled and made of rosewood, and shaped like a paddle, it was one he was very familiar with. In front of him, the fireplace was ablaze, and the fire danced, seeking more fuel to devour as it casted monster-like shadows across the room.

It was twilight outside, if one peered through the tiny crack afforded by the silk damask curtains they would see the last wiry gold threads of day. Eumenes shook his head, and wondered if he would have to stay the night – not that it would be trouble for Mew in the slightest what with all her rooms she never used.

Meanwhile, Mew had floated over and began to sit on her knees in front of the fireplace. The braixen handed the brush over to her and began to wait.

“Lie down on my lap.” she commanded, as she tried to sound as strict as possible despite her unassuming stature.

He whined softly as she placed a hand on his hind, and he closed his eyes as he felt her start to lightly grope it, squeezing it like putty. 

She had made his body practically, so what was the big deal in admiring it she figured?

He obeyed without even a thought as he dropped to the floor. The screen was the only thing shielding against the fire as he put his head across Mew’s legs, with the rest of his body curled up close to her body. He glanced upwards towards the ceiling and looked at the baroque stucco outlines of a zorua and vupix.

She started with his head fur.

“There are a lot of knots in your hair...methinks the todd needs to clean himself better…”

“I’ve been meaning to…” Eumenes said sheepishly, as Mew started to drag the brush slowly down his neck.

The braixen inadvertently shuddered. As long as there weren’t any tangles it was utter heaven to have it brushed, especially by someone else. It didn’t hurt that she was quite good with the brush, in more ways than one, and always had the perfect ratio of long and short strokes, hard and soft strokes, and always deliberate.

“So whiny…I would’ve thought you were a little vixen~.” the cat teased.

The braixen scoffed. If she had had more experience with transformation, for he was her very first human-to-pokemon one, he would most certainty be a girl right now and undoubtedly stuffed into the most lacy and frilly panties and dresses imaginable.

In fact, Mew always remarked that he was in so many ways “much closer to a little vixen than a big todd” that he tried to “pretend he was”. She went on and on constantly about his “perfect body”. He was naturally suspicious of all her comments and wondered if they really held much truth, but there was one part that even he couldn’t deny, he also couldn’t deny that he liked it too.

As the brush marched over his hips, he couldn’t help but to reflect on his hourglass figure that he now possessed. Every female pokémon in his evolution line probably wished they could have his body, for it was lithe and positively slender, but also curvy in all the places that demanded it. His paw pads were soft, sponge-like, and the perfect shade of pink, gone were any callouses or grime that graced his previous body. Such perfect dainty little paws, as Mew called them, required equally as important claws.

Whereas most pokémon of his age and gender carefully crafted their claws to be sharp, deadly killing machines, Mew had carefully crafted them to be delicate symbols of femininity, more akin to a vixen’s, to where it was difficult to call them ‘claws’ anymore – always clipped they were, to be petite rounded nubs. She never allowed them to become sharp for fear of him breaking them; she insisted that “silly boys” were all careless and it was only a matter of time before he chipped all of his and ruined all her hard work.

Once every two weeks, soon it was adjusted to once a week on Mew’s insistence, he would find Mew and submit himself to a manicure courtesy of her. She stretched it for as long as she could, often running on for an hour, often more, but Eumenes was adamant about having no nail polish – he remembered Mew hissing in annoyance when he did not agree to even a simple clear nail polish.

He soothed her over eventually, agreeing to everything else, even the paraffin wax treatment, foreboding as it was in the beginning. After the manicure always followed a pedicure done by her too. He found it bothersome at first, having to submit to this, as he was quite ticklish, but a few hot stone massages later and he was eventually won over….

Every few weeks Mew traveled out to go get a facial done and always made Eumenes join her at the beauty salon. While she adored obsessing over his little toes and little paws, she was hesitant from the get-go to touch his face. It was much too delicate, soft, and fluffy to mess with she said. Mew told him she would never forgive herself if some trace oil from her ruined his face. And, certainty, his face was something to be in awe of. His nose was a cute orange-red button which gave way to a suave vulpine muzzle that he was quite proud of and arguably one of the most masculine-looking parts of his body save his obvious nether region. His ears were massive and with two large fluffy bits jetting out, it was a lot of maintenance.

By far however, the biggest upkeep came from his massive, flowing tail. To call it large and bushy was an understatement. Eumenes brushed it once in the morning and once at night and ensured it positively shined. For it held one of his prized possessions – a twig. When he first awoke as a pokémon he was soon drawn to it; then upon realizing it could be set ablaze and facilitate his powers he promptly plopped it in the midst of his tail where it would be kept safe.

His body was now hot to the touch thanks to the fireplace. Its crackling and popping echoed throughout the room as Mew resumed brushing him and glided the brush across his fluffy saffron-colored fur. Some parts were a bit more brown then he would’ve liked. He wasn’t covered in dirt or anything, as Mew would never allow him to even step foot in her place and would blast him with a Hydro Cannon herself to clean him, but ever since he became a pokémon, the cleanliness of his fur had become paramount.

“Ah, by the way, the riolu we talked about was with a female zoroark when I was traveling throughout Lumiose City. If that helps…” Eumenes muttered.

By now, the brush had found its way towards his rear, and it just circled over his two cheeks again and again in a teasing manner and massaged them. It was deliberate naturally, as Mew always now paid special attention to his bottom when giving him a brush down.

One of the first times she had brushed him like this, a tiny speck of dried poop was found caked on his rear end and found itself picked up by this very brush. Mew had hissed and with unmatched speed flipped the body of the brush over and slammed it down into his left butt cheek. It was only a single smack, but it had been so fast and so hard he remembered he let out a not-so-masculine-sounding shrill shriek that was more likely to have popped out of his little sister, now made a fennekin. It was the first and only time she had spanked him, and even then it was only a single smack as she feared she would bruise him. While she was quite small, she had of course the supernatural strength of a Mythical pokémon – he remembered the white hot pain that streaked across his hind like he was being branded. 

After Mew had given him no less than three enemas that aforementioned and fateful night, coupled with a butt wiping that was so thorough it would put even his parents to shame when they cleaned him as a baby human, she had personally given him the most exhaustive sudsy bubble bath he could remember and came out smelling like lavender and strawberries by the end of the whole ordeal. That was also the night where Mew had taken the liberty to see to it that the fur on his bottom was from then on trimmed down – now it was much thinner than the rest of his fur. He remembered complaining that it was itchy at first, but Mew had reminded him his rear would be much more uncomfortable if she gave him another spanking for whining.

The braixen could still remember the hot, soapy water filling his rectum, and the painful cramps that accompanied, as Mew had marveled his butt and she couldn’t help but to pat it. She must have told him a hundred times that night that he had the jiggliest butt she’d ever known. Mew had insisted that even the slightest touch to his bottom made it wobble madly and said little vixens everywhere would have killed for such a perky and bouncy bottom. (Or so she said, Eumenes hadn’t yet become acquainted with any other braixens to confirm.)

Since then his punishments only consisted of time-outs ranging from one to five hours of solitude, tucked away in some corner of a room with his nose planted to the wall. If he moved for any reason, he was made to start all over again. So, every once in a while Mew would see to it that his little sister was brought over to the palace for a sleepover if his time-out stretched out into the night. If he was particularly naughty he was sent to the corner with a piece of shaved ginger root up his butt. If it lost its sting, it was simply shaven ever more down and then promptly stuffed back into his tush - usually the root was reduced to a nub by end of hours of corner time.

Needless to say, it was difficult to get used to all the pampering at first. Even now, it all left him feeling very prissy. He’d never been a sissy boy, not in this life or his last, but Mew was partly to blame – or maybe fully. With her psychic powers Mew had made his body with her preferred preferences of what a new pokémon associate of hers should look like when she had transformed him into a braixen; she didn’t want a very masculine-looking pokémon clearly. Even when he skittered off to his apartment Mew had made him promise that he wouldn’t develop overly large muscles with his exercises, as she thought they looked terrible on his body. For it was not uncommon that other pokémon mistook him for a girl, much to his utter embarrassment which was something Mew took obvious, but not malicious, delight in when the two walked together in the city.

She was eccentric. But, then again all the Mythical and Legendary pokémon were – and being able to live with the continued safety of his sister in mind was worth all the Poké in the world. Being treated like a prissy pet at times was not the worst thing ever either, especially when he was brushed like this he thought.

Mew looked down at him and her hands grazed his cheek. “That certainty helps. When you find him, bring me DNA samples of him and his new family. I’ll assemble a team for you shortly – report to my villa in Coumarine City – it will be your base of operation.”

The braixen nodded along as Mew instructed him.

“Take him to Coumarine City and ascertain his affiliations and motivations – then you may release him at your discretion.” Mew said, continuing, “Do check-ins on him every so often, if you want to call it kidnapping, so be it.”

“What about his family?”

“Leave them alive – they might be useful to us in the future.” Mew said.

She gave no signs of emotion, even when discussing something like this, unlawful and taboo as it was, and Eumenes couldn’t help but to respect it. None of the pokémon had gotten this far by being too nice. As a pokémon now, he could understand, and even if their were some bleeding heart stragglers, ones who incessantly insisted on the innate goodness of humans, surely it would only be a matter of time before even they understood the decidedly duplicitous dispositions of humans?

Eumenes knew full well, having been one.

She had taken the liberty of brushing his thighs, outer and inner. Mew sighed as she then quickly left the area though. His dark brown pubic hair was decried as ugly, it clashed with his pretty yellow fur, Mew always told him. More than once she had thought of shaving it all off despite his wishes. She spent no longer than she had to around the area.

Thus she traveled down to his legs, where his body really started to slim down, and the fur was now the color of tar, and it was quite the vivid, and beautiful contrast between his upper saffron-colored fur. With a few long strokes of the hairbrush, Mew brushed his legs, front and back, and sighed as she put the brush on the ground.

His cock gave a few needy twitches at all the stimulation around it, but he knew better to cum in her residence.

“It’ll be something to see you on diaper duty, I hope you can handle it – riolus have the reputation for being some of the stinkiest and smelliest babies there are~!” Mew giggled, as she patted the top of his head.

“Being such little puppies that they are, they’re also known for having some of the most petite weewees in the whole pokémon world – even smaller than that little twig you have down there…” she continued teasing.

Eumenes snorted softly, and realized she was not speaking of the twig tucked in his tail….

“Naturally, their evolutions also have comparatively small weewees – I think that’s what makes lucarios so uptight all the time, they’re compensating~.” Mew said, but at this point was not telling Eumenes this for his own benefit – mostly hers.

Mew lowered the braixen’s head unto the carpet and gently got up and put the hairbrush back on the fireplace. As she floated above him, she said,

“It would not be too much trouble to take a bath here, no? Your fur is much too beautiful to be dirty and tangled.”

“You plan on watching again?” Eumenes asked.

“Is there any time I don’t watch you, my little reynard?” Mew laughed, as her tail curled up at her side as she relished the forthcoming voyeurism.  

. . .

“Jeez, it looks like someone went overboard with their bonus money?” Coeus remarked, as he looked at the stacks of new baby paraphernalia their house was now cluttered.

Nyx was positively dotting over him, as she readied dinner for the three of them, or rather, dinner for two, baby bottle for one.

“I can’t lie and say I don’t love having another cutie to care for…I’m going from taking care of cute little kittens to adorable little puppies.” Nyx said, laughing.

“I am not a kitten…” Astraeus heard the floragato mutter under his breath.

She had insisted he stay close to her, with one of those questions that really was a command, something he begrudgingly had gotten quite used to. Nyx tended to the stove with a sprig of parsley in her hand. He couldn’t really even see what it was that she was cooking, as he was now quite small, Nyx was a good three feet taller than he was – he had to busy himself being under her feet. Even from the ground he could see the water vapor rising from the pan with the lingering aroma of fish in the air.

Astraeus almost immediately found himself put in a short sleeved blue shirt, he donned nothing else as Nyx evidently saw it illogical for him to wear pants - they presumably got in the way of diaper checking. (Not that he wouldn't alert her of it right away, as he didn't fancy spending anytime sitting in his own waste.)

“Can you tend to this? You can just put this on a plate for me, thanks.” Nyx said, turning to Coeus.

The floragato nodded.

She glanced down to Astraeus. “Alright, can you follow me little one?” She was now holding a baby bottle with what appeared to be milk to Astraeus.

“No.” Astraeus said. Maybe diapers were an unfortunate necessity, but he would not be drinking out of a bottle!

Thus, he was simply scooped up by Nyx and put over her shoulder – even only holding him with one hand was sufficient to foil his escape attempts. He could hear and feel the zoroark’s exasperated sigh against his chest.

“Since you are being fussy I think I’ll put you down for your nap a bit earlier.” she announced.

Astraeus’s fur bristled. He was so sick of this – he knew that he wasn’t a baby, but this stupid zoroark would never take him seriously…

“NO! I don’t want a nap, and I don’t want a bottle!”

He winced hearing himself. It was a bit louder than he would have liked, and he didn’t mean to shout, certainty not in Nyx’s face like that, she was too nice for that.

“Well, you’re going to have your bottle, and then your nap, baby. Simple as that.” Nyx stated, who seemingly wasn’t fazed by it at all.

It was actually a little annoying – Nyx didn’t pay any mind to when he said ‘no’ or one of his temper tantrums, and as he was now they were his only way to get what he wanted! Astraeus mumbled under his breath a string of not-baby-appropriate words as he realized he would need to be much more creative in the future.

She carried him into the hallway and started to travel further than he’d ever been in the house. Nyx turned open a door to reveal what Astraeus could only assume was the master bedroom, her room naturally. It had forest-green carpeting with stark white walls contrasting them as the bed was certain to be the main centerpiece. There was a walk-in closet that was left slightly ajar, and a nearby armoire. By the bedside, a simple wooden nightstand with a few papers strewn about was against the wall. There was a large bay view window with tiebacks holding the emerald colored curtains back, leaving lots of natural light to soak into the room. Astraeus could not make out any discernible landmarks as he tried to peek out the window.

Astraeus glanced and saw a chair in the corner, and it was where the two were headed evidently. The zoroark promptly sat down, with the riolu sitting squarely in her lap. The baby bottle pointed at him like a homing missile, suspended in the air and with eight ounces of milk, if Astraeus was forced to guess.

“That’s for babies, I don’t need them!” Astraeus pleaded.

“Do it for me, please?” Nyx said with begging eyes.

Astraeus remained firm and shook his head as he locked his lips.

Nyx had that familiar sparkle in her eyes, and with a conspiratorial grin asked, “Does the tickle monster need to make a reappearance?”

She would tickle. He would laugh. His mouth would open. Astraeus mumbled under his breath as he realized what would happen frame by frame. It’s undoubtedly a game he was going to lose. Before he knew it, the bottle had found it’s way into his mouth, and Astraeus made a grimace at the fact, if only to broadcast to the other pokémon that he didn’t approve of this.

His body knew what to do, seemingly. His mouth latched comfortably onto the nipple and almost immediately he got into the groove as his lips sealed around the protruding rubber.

‘I have a suckling instinct?’ he thought dumbfound.

It was a soft, cloying taste – if it was milk, it was unlike any he’d had before.

‘Is this formula?’ he wondered.

Against his better judgment, he continued to nurse the bottle. He had halfway considered putting up some kind of resistance, but he figured Nyx would quickly put a stop to any shenanigans. Speaking of which, Astraeus noted, she had taken the liberty to just look at him, smiling as she did.

He didn’t even need to use his newfound power to know that she was extremely happy.

“Maybe after your nap, I can see if there’s going to be any poached salmon left – Coeus is quite the little glutton these days…I guess teenagers grow fast.” Nyx said aloud, she clearly wasn’t expecting a response.

The formula, or milk, or whatever it was, was still lukewarm in the bottle and as it traveled down his throat. The hole was very small and only ever let a trickle of liquid out at any given time, much to Astraeus’s annoyance. Nyx was content to not increase the flow, and instead cooed at him, half making sense, half making nonsense words.

“You act like such a grumpy little puppy but you’re actually just a big ‘ole cutie!” she exclaimed.

As if to accentuate her point, Nyx began to rub his belly. Her other hand held the bottle to Astraeus’s face, he supposed she did not think he was old to know how to nurse himself. Despite both these things, he didn’t begin to pull away. The rubber nipple was soft and squishy against his lips he noted. He gave it a testing bite, then another. It was a funny texture against his teeth and tongue. Astraeus couldn’t help but smile as he did so, and his tail began to wag unexpectedly, much like a dog’s.

Astraeus couldn’t help but then think, ‘What’s going on with me? None of this should be enjoyable...right?’

“I’ll get you a paci for your nap, baby, but I don’t want you chewing through the poor thing, alright?” she said, taking out the bottle for a moment, perhaps to make her point clear.

Astraeus blinked, and then looked up at Nyx. He found himself a bit flustered as he realized he had become disoriented without the bottle, like it was his whole world for those few moments. He mentally kicked himself for having such stupid thoughts. She soon put it back into his mouth, and this time he eagerly accepted.

The feeding continued, and any lingering concerns he had had drifted away. He couldn’t remember the last time he even had milk by itself, much less warm like this. Somewhere he read that it was good for sleep, and he had to admit that it was a good point. Bored with the ceiling, his eyes soon began to zero on the zoroark again, who smiled when she saw his eyes meet hers.

Time felt like it was frozen in ice, but as the milk drained further and further, that ice began to melt. Nyx lifted the bottle more and more and increased the flow as the milk disappeared swiftly down the riolu’s mouth. The only noise in the room was Astraeus’s nursing, with the accompanying nuk nuk of the bottle.

“Goodness, I guess you were hungry…that, and I’m sure you’re going to be gassy. No wonder you’re a grumpy pup today.” Nyx said.

Astraeus ignored her comment and opted to continue to nurse. Deep down, there was a part of him that enjoyed this, just the tiniest bit, but the sooner he finished the bottle, the sooner the nagging zoroark would leave him alone with his thoughts. By now, he started to feel bloated – and dare he say a bit milk drunk. Of course, he had been drunk in other ways, once in a blue lunatone, but he had a suspicion Nyx would never let him indulge in a zinfandel.

Eventually, all good things, even if they had been foisted upon someone by an overbearing and motherly zoroark, had to come to an end.

The milk had been all siphoned away, and before Astraeus knew it, he was soon suckling on air. And, with a resounding pop the nipple came out of his mouth and he was brought up to Nyx’s shoulder.

“Time for burpies!” she announced cheerily.

He felt a few light taps and circular rubs on his back as Nyx’s hands and claws practically danced on his body, for they didn’t seem to be doing much else. Astraeus was positive he felt no gas or discomfort, and he had to use all his willpower to not roll his eyes at the suggestion of him being such a little baby that he had to suffer the indignity of being burped.

This continued for a few more minutes and Nyx soon made a frown and an audible ‘hmm’ passed her lips.

“Well...I can’t get you to burp, would you look at that! In that case….” she said, and started to trail off as she began to get up. Still supporting Astraeus with her hand, she shuffled her way over to her bed. She quickly lifted the shirt off him, leaving him in just a diaper for sleepwear - if he hadn't any comforter or blankets he would have been chilly, but it was still a bit humiliating to be clad in only a diaper.

She set him down gently and after lifting the covers and helping him get in she went back over to a pile of the baby products she’d bought earlier. One of the pacifiers she’d gotten was now in her hands, and while she tried to offer it to him, Astraeus shook his head with such vigor Nyx motioned him to stop before he got hurt.

She did seem the tiniest bit disappointed by his refusal, and if the rational adult part of his mind didn’t dissuade him he might have indulged her.

“Naptime! Sweet dreams, Astraeus!” Nyx said. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before starting to draw the curtains back in and then quietly left the room.

As the door closed Astraeus let out a heavy sigh – he was quite tired, but not in the sleepy sense. In fact, he realized, this was one of the only times he was left alone….

He instantly bolted up and checked the window, only to realize it actually didn’t have an opening mechanism. His eyes began to wonder around the room and jumped down from the bed and peered into the wardrobe. Instantly, he almost slammed into the very pack of diapers that Nyx had bought earlier – which was not something he wanted to be reminded of right now. Besides from a few clothes, various junk, and housekeeping items, there was nothing that stood out to him that could be helpful.

All the furniture was too heavy to lift, there was no way in hell he’d ever reach the door without them, so...for the time being he had found himself stuck.

“Fuck!” he whispered to himself. “Well...I guess I might as well take Nyx up on that nap offer.” he reasoned.

He clambered back up into the bed, not very gracefully, and had tucked himself back under the covers. At the very least, her bed was comfortable as he nestled his head into the pillow.

Mumbling to himself, he said, “I’m too old for naps though…” and drifted off as he felt the milk slosh around in his tummy.

. . .

The next thing he knew, he was being gently coaxed back into the world of the living by Nyx. She flashed a smile at him and waved.

“Wakey, wakey baby! Did you have a good nap?”

“How long did I sleep?” he asked, fumbling with the blankets.

“Oh, probably a little over an hour. But here’s the best part: Coeus left you some salmon, I’ll get you a piece too if you’re still hungry.” Nyx offered.

With that out of the way, she pulled down the covers but instantly stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of Astraeus’s diaper.

“Oh no, you’re leaky!”

The breath was knocked out of Astraeus’s chest as he went deadly silent and looked down at his diaper. Sure enough, it was very swollen, soggy, and very clearly was stained yellow on the front. Now that he was fully awake and cognizant he realized that his diaper was also clammy and cold, but the diaper did its primary job of keeping him dry, so dry in fact he couldn’t even feel it first thing when he woke up.

He winced as he set his bottom back down on the bed and a wet squelch noise escaped from his diaper. Some pee had even started pooling in the back, having no choice as the front of his diaper was much too soaked to absorb anymore. Astraeus moaned when he felt his legs had become matted by his own urine, and there was even a large wet spot on the linens where his diaper had been resting on.

“I’m so sorry! I got your bed all wet…!” he choked out. He could already feel tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

Nyx instantly rushed to comfort him and rubbed his back, and said, “No, no baby, it was entirely my fault – I thought you’d be fine for a quick nap in daytime diapers and didn’t get any protective sheets on – this is totally my fault. Don’t blame yourself Astraeus.”

Astraeus’s world meanwhile was being flipped on its head. Every insistence that he was not a baby was met by almost an immediate, embarrassing setback – as if a god were toying with him. Nyx quickly picked him up and away from the sodden bed and into her arms. She balled up the wet sheets in her other hand and quickly opened the door and made her way to the laundry room.

The riolu was set down, still in his wet diaper. As the sheets were tossed into the washer she called out to Coeus.

“Coeus! Can you help me with the mattress?”

Astraeus could hear footsteps in the hallway, and soon enough the floragato was in the door frame.

“You still remember how I cleaned your bed after you wet it when you were ten, right? Can you take care of it…Astraeus needs a new diaper and a bath badly.”

Coeus went red in the face. “Mom! It was one time – I was under a lot of stress…” he continued, and started to recompose himself, “but yes, I remember how. I’ll get the vinegar and baking soda…”

He didn’t even glance at the riolu as he turned around and rushed back into the kitchen.

In the corner was the changing mat she’d bought earlier, still not put away, and she walked over and put him down. Very gingerly, she guided his head over to the pillow top and undid the tapes of his diaper. It was so heavy, she did not even need to bring down the front as she crawled away to get some of the baby wipes and let gravity do all the work. With a small plop he grimaced as it came down – he didn’t think he had needed to pee that much. 

'That didn't happen! What the fuck is wrong with me? She's never going to let me use the toilet now!'  Astraeus thought, practically kicking himself at the realization. 

He was still reeling from the accident, that's what it was, an accident. He frowned. Well, of course it was an accident but was it an accident accident? He wiggled on the mat, it was just a thin layer of fabric, not like the comfy pad for his changing table. 'Wait, I mean the changing table. It's not mine...technically.' 

The entire time his ears were red from embarrassment as Nyx began to examine the damage, and goodness knows there was plenty...despite his staunch protestations that he didn't need diapers, he had practically drowned his in pee and it was a miracle it didn't disintegrate completely.  

Nyx began to wipe him down, and like before he instinctively tried to pull away when the cold wipe graced his privates.

“Maybe I should get a wipe warmer?” Nyx wondered aloud.

Future purchases aside, she continued to wipe down his legs, thighs, and privates. While she did not give any real special attention to his penis or testicles, she didn’t shy away from them either, even as Astraeus felt a familiar stirring in his loins while his shaft started to get hard. Nyx said nothing; erections were just a natural response and even little babies like him got them.

Once she was done wiping him down, however, she just helped him stand up and took his hand into hers. He had no diaper on and was now stark naked as he was led out the door as his small sheath and balls swung lazily around, but Nyx gave them no mind as he was marched down the hallway. He knew pokémon didn't wear clothes, or at least very seldom, but the former humanity screamed at him to put some clothes on.

“At least that was a good segue into your bath that you needed~! Time for baby to be all clean!” Nyx announced.

As she turned to him he reached to cover his dick that had decided to peek out from its confines due to the cold air. She reached to almost instantly bat aside his hands and said, 

"I guess you're at the age where you want to explore yourself, but please don't touch yourself down there baby...especially not in public. I don't want to have to say it again, so I want you to say it: "I'm not going to touch my peepee again?" Do you understand?" 

He just stared up at her. He was trying to cover himself to preserve his dignity! Why didn't she understand that? She was expecting an answer though, and she said again, "I need you to repeat what I said so I know you understand so I don't have to punish you." 

Part of him, the adult part, wanted to laugh in her face. What punishment could she possibly give? Then, there was the other part of him, he wasn't sure what to call this part of himself yet, that was scared. It was embarrassed, even, to disappoint Nyx. Though, why would it matter if he did that? It's not like she was his mother after all...

"I'm not going to touch my dick..." he mumbled softly, causing Nyx to gasp. 

"Astraeus! Where did you learn such a crude word? That is not appropriate to say at all...saying 'peepee' is much better. Can you say for me?"

He closed his eyes in frustration for a moment, and took in a sharp breath. He hadn't had a peepee since he was six! After that, it was always something like 'penis', 'cock', or 'dick'. Granted though, he didn't have a dick he realized pitifully, he had a peepee. Big kids and adults had dicks...but with how small his manhood had shrunken down, he was hard pressed to call it anything other than a peepee. 

"I promise I'm not going to touch...my peepee. I'm sorry."

The words started to spill out of his mouth, and he hadn't even realized that he'd said the words until after Nyx praised him and his tail had begun to wag. Why had he said that! He was still an adult! He wasn't a baby...even if he wasn't the best endowed down there anymore. Nyx patted him on the head for a job well done nonetheless. 

He was led over to the next door on the left, which was now obviously going to be the bathroom the riolu figured.

Immediately on his left was the bathtub, which was fitted with a shower head and controls that Astraeus couldn’t even reach now. A simple single vanity was across from it while a toilet was nearer to the back.

Knowing he would probably not get a better opportunity than this, he yanked his hand out of Nyx’s grip and bounded towards the toilet – he’d never been happier to see one.

“Hey, where are you going, silly?”

The tiles didn’t offer much traction for his paws as he skidded to a stop in front of the toilet. He was now a bit shorter than it and realized he would have to stand on his toes to even reach eye level with the rim.

Astraeus now started to understand why a toddler might have been intimidated by the prospect of potty training. It seemed difficult to even clamber up on it to sit, much less use it if you were his size…and to a toddler diapers were much softer, comfortable, and inviting a quiet voice in the back of his head said. He ignored it though, as he was adult, not a baby, and adults didn't use diapers he told himself. Well, he did, but freak transformations aside adults used the toilet usually. That was if he even remembered how to at this point.... 

He shook his head. Of course he could still use a toilet! Now if he could just show Nyx that - everything could be swell.

As he stretched his leg up as far as it could go, he managed to get himself up on the rim and had planned to hoist himself up the rest of the way, that was, until Nyx swooped in and picked him up by the armpits.

“I don’t want you falling into it – the potty isn’t a toy, it’s where big boys and girls make their tinkles and messes.” Nyx said, explaining it as if it were some mystical contraption Astraeus couldn’t understand.

“Right now, you’re just my little baby boy, aren’t you?” Nyx said as she scratched his chin.

He did not respond. He certainty wasn't hers, and he certainty wasn't a little baby boy! His tail started to wag however, betraying him.

She set him down and took him by the hand, this time holding him much tighter, and towards the cabinets below the sink. A plastic yellow basin with a container of baby shampoo in it was near the back, she grabbed it, along with a washcloth.

Upon setting them down near the bath, Nyx turned on the faucet and began to draw the bathwater. He tested Nyx’s grip and tried his best to squirm away but she didn’t give him any pull or leeway. Astraeus was thus stuck as he was forced to just stand there and watch the water pool down into the tub. The zoroark just figured that he was a wiggly little orthworm because he was so excited to get a bath, but that was far from the truth.

“After bath, you’re going to start getting to bed, kiddo. It’s been a very long day and I’m sure you’re ready to go to dreamland.” Nyx said, turning to Astraeus.

“It’s still early, I don’t-!”

“This isn’t up for debate, Astraeus. First bath, then bedtime.” Nyx said, this time repeating herself more firmly.

Astraeus stewed quietly as the water was deemed appropriate for him; Nyx guided him into the bathtub and as he sat down he realized the water only came up around his belly button. It was pleasant – not too hot, not too cold. He didn't even remember the last time he had taken a bath, but he associated them with little kids nowadays. 

The zoroark had scattered a few bath toys around in the water – a boat modeled after the S.S. Anne, a rubber ducklett and a bigger rubber swanna, and a light up staryu toy. Astraeus ignored all of them and reached for the container holding body wash and shampoo. His arm was held back by Nyx as she said,

“I want you to sit and stay still – I don’t want you getting hurt, baby.”

He was easily pushed back down and into a seated position again by Nyx.

“I want to bathe myself, please.” Astraeus said.

“You haven’t been listening to me very well while you’ve been awake…I don’t think you’re big enough. Big boys and girls do as they’re told, yes?” Nyx replied.

For as strong-willed as Astraeus was, in his heart he didn’t want to really fight the zoroark. His fight was not with her, it was with the revolutionaries. And of course, he felt terrible about ruining her mattress. It was also pretty gross smelling like piss, so as long as got clean in the end, he supposed it didn’t really matter.

The copperajah in the room was also that Nyx, and probably a magikarp at this point, utterly outclassed and out-powered him. Whatever she wanted to do with him at the moment was just going to happen, frankly.

He halfheartedly poked some of the rubber duckletts and watched them bob up and down in the water. Then, his ears pricked up as he felt a dollop of shampoo being put on his head, and once lathered up, Nyx’s claws began to work it all into his scalp.

Not out of his own volition, his tail started to wag. He gave a long sigh as he let the zoroark wash his head fur, it actually felt wonderful, so much so that he forget he was trying to look mad and grumpy.

So this outcome was also acceptable for him.

After rinsing him with a few douses from the baby bucket, she began to use the washcloth to clean his aura appendages, ears, toes, paws, and everything in between with soap. She saved his privates for last and Astraeus held his breath. Just like last time however, Nyx just gave them a quick wipe down. The bath was eventually finished without much fanfare – Astraeus didn’t even complain when Nyx began to towel him down. 

She nodded in approval, saying, "Didn't even go peepee in the tub! You're much better than Coeus in that regard when he was your age." 

Still wrapped up in the towel, the zoroark carried him back into her room, and this time her mattress was completely stripped down.

She set him down on the floor, and while he was still standing she taped up a new diaper on him – a thicker nighttime diaper she’d bought. It separated his legs even more than the previous one he was wearing, and made his waddle just all the more obvious. It had prints of stars and the moon on it, which served as its wetness indicator. He didn’t complain though, as he did need them. Just looking at her mattress made him go red in the face all over again.

Nyx had taken the opportunity to grab one of the pair of plastic pants, and started to bunch it around Astraeus’s legs. It had no difficulty fitting over his diaper and with a final snap the waistband was in place. The zoroark grinned as she gave his rear an affectionate pat. It rustled and crinkled as much as his diaper did, maybe even more. Astraeus took a moment to look himself over - it accentuated his puffy diaper even more as its semi-transparent face hid away most of the babyish prints on his diaper.

It was yet another baby product, and yet another embarrassing article of clothing he'd sooner rather forget. Seeing as how he wet the bed, the riolu figured that the plastic pants would probably be a permanent part of his diaper changing regimen. 

“Alright, you’re all protected…no more flooding my bed!”

It was not the last article of clothing he would find himself in however that night, as Nyx went to the closet to retrieve something else. When she came back he saw it was a one-piece footie pajama, complete with even sown in mittens, ensuring that he would not even be able to grab anything once he donned it on. It was bright red with pikachus all over it; some were running, standing, a few were in battle ready poses with electricity crackling at their cheeks. 

"I-!" He was cut off as Nyx shushed him, saying, "Yes, yes, I'm also excited about it going on you, but let's use our inside voices." 

Before he could slip away the zoroark grabbed his hand, to her credit she was very agile, and began to slip him into the sleepwear. With a few grumbles from him and a bit of wrangling, he found himself put into it, the babyish PJs covering everything save his head in pikachus. Despite that, their was still a draft near his rear end, and what felt like hanging fabric could be felt. The confusion was soon cleared up as he heard two little snaps.

The riolu's face contoured into a pained grimace as he realized that the pajamas had a butt flap. Nyx must have thought it was adorable however, because she just gave a few gentle pats to his rear. 

'How many clothes did she buy again?' 

Astraeus found his hand once again being taken, he didn’t seem to have much autonomy as of late, and once again being marched out of the door.

He was led into another room he hadn’t been in before, but this room was a bit smaller and bit plainer than the previous bedrooms he’d been in. Probably a guest bedroom, Astraeus figured.

“Okay, since there’s only one real bed left in the house, it looks like you’ll have to sleep with me, alright?”

He put up his hands. “Oh no, I can just sleep on the couch.”

Nyx rolled her eyes and led the riolu to the bed.

“I have such a funny puppy with me tonight…” she said, and popped a pacifier into his mouth and kept her hand holding it until it was clear even to someone as stubborn as Astraeus that it was there to stay for the entirety of his sleep.

She picked him up yet again and started to tuck him into the bed. Once that was done, she did the same. As she pulled up the blankets, she wrapped her arms tightly around Astraeus. He could not find any way to get out of her grip, and eventually relented, mumbling and sighing in defeat. Whenever he turned around Nyx stubbornly turned him towards her again, ensuring he was ensconced in her thick, warm, and fluffy fur. (Which he quickly learned to love.) 

Nestled in her fur as he was, she was quite warm and soft to sleep with. Even if he was a bit forced to...and the pajamas were soft to the touch, cozy, and warm...pained as he was to admit.

She gave him a final kiss on the cheek before she said, "Goodnight baby, I love you." Astraeus said nothing but gave her a small smile in response.

It was pretty early in the night, dinner was postponed, her bed was ruined – but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Not when she had such a cute puppy to keep her company through the night.

Notes:

Feel free to leave critique or something idk

Chapter 4: Elucidate

Summary:

diapers, doctors, and dauphins oh my!

The light of the morning sun streamed mercilessly into the room as at the moment the curtains weren’t closed. So, if one were to look through the window they would find a lone riolu, wearing a pair of footie pajamas and of course underneath a thick, stark, white diaper as he was resting in the bed. The pillow to his right was slightly crooked but careful attempts were made to keep him snugly tucked in. 

The pacifier had since tumbled out of his mouth, now just a few inches from where he slept.

With a small groan and a big yawn, at least for his body, and not to mention a loud crinkling noise from his diaper as he shuffled around, Astraeus’s eyes started to open for the first time that day as when he was traveling from city to city as a trainer to become the very best (like no one ever was) he had to often sleep outside which was not the most conducive for sound sleep naturally.

Nature also called that morning and so he swept aside the curtains with his paw and flopped to the floor. He stopped for a moment as he heard the now familiar crinkle of his undergarments.

He’d almost forgot they were there for a moment. As if yesterday, with all its accidents and talking pokémon and bodily transformation just hadn’t been real.

“None of this was a dream…everything really happened.” he said aloud, practically whispering. 

It was difficult, but even with mittens sown into the sleeper, Astraeus slowly but surely wormed his way out of the cozy cocoon, and had almost regretted it when he felt the cold morning chill.  

His paw began to slowly travel down towards the front of his plastic pants.

They felt dry at least. To be sure though, Astraeus slipped his fingers in between the pants and his diaper, and began to also feel its front. It had a much different feel to it than the pants, they were much softer, and much thicker. The sensations and sounds of his diaper and pants had always intrigued him, being so foreign to him not so long ago - now an indivisible part of him. He ran a hand down the thick absorbent core of his diaper and felt the outline of his penis. His diaper was so thick, it was difficult to even discern a bulge. It was as if he didn't have a penis at all!

It was actually a bit of a marvel how a simple garment could hold so much pee. Poop was a much different story however, and he had been somewhat mortified to see the diaper's ingenuity completely fail him in that regard. When in the store he was shell-shocked to see such a massive silhouette of shit that left absolutely nothing to imagination against his bottom that anyone could've seen at the store....

If it was just a bit of pee, Astraeus could probably go about his day discreetly and everyone be none the wiser - but diapers conferred no such leniency with number twos. They practically heralded his mess, ensuring that even a blind pokémon was able to tell what he just did.

While he didn’t like the innate symbol of babyhood they conferred on the wearer, they were comfortable. It was a nice plush feeling whenever he sat down….

“Shut up! Shut up!” he hissed, beginning to talk to himself, which was never a good sign when trying to convince one's self that they were put together. Thoughts like those….

“They’re dangerous…” he finished.

It was sad, pitiful, regrettable even – those were the thoughts he should be thinking he told himself.

The riolu gave a last few rubs to the front of his diaper, and seeing that he was dry, a small smile appeared on his face. He'd show that zoroark! There were a few flukes and unfortunate setbacks along the way, but waking up bone dry would surely convince that pesky pokémon that he was able to keep his pants clean, right?

Just then, the door opened to reveal a zoroark. He was not sure what to call Nyx, he didn’t want to call her a mother, nor did he want to call her a caretaker as he most certainty didn’t need help caring for himself. Not that she wasn’t terribly nice to him after everything that had happened between him and her. And her sheets and her floors….

An acquaintance seemed appropriately distant.

“Good morning, Astraeus! Did you have a nice sleep?” she asked. He nodded silently.

Nyx's eyes spotted the pajamas balled up next to him, and she exclaimed, "My! I'm surprised you got out of it...I was right to get you all those mittens, such a mischievous little puppy you are~." Luckily she didn't seem mad or anything. 

He quickly padded up to her. “Um, I have to go to the bathroom.” Hopefully she would get the hint.

She smiled, but that was it.

“I want to use the toilet!” he said.

Nyx shook her head. “No, Astraeus, you know what I said last night. Only big boys and girls use that, I don’t want you falling into the potty or getting hurt.”

“No, I want to use the bathroom! I don’t want to use the diaper!”

“Sorry, but I think you’ve proved that you aren’t ready for the big boy potty. Right now we have to get ready for your doctor’s appointment.” Nyx explained.

He shook his head and pushed past her. ‘I’m getting so sick of this shit!’ His hand was grabbed by Nyx before he got out into the hallway.

“Baby, why aren’t you listening to me? The potty is off-limits for you.” Nyx said.

“Let go of me. Now.” Astraeus snapped. He usually tried to speak simple, he tried to even give his voice the timber and inflections one would expect for a toddler to blend in, but he dropped the act, for just a moment.

The zoroark blinked.

“Ha! You’re a cute little thing when you’re angry.” she said as she started to laugh.

Astraeus stood there, dumbstruck for a moment. He had expected a different reaction….

His ears pricked up as he felt the warm, hot pee begin to stain the front of his diaper yellow. The wetness indicators began to fade and fade until they all but vanished before his eyes, and with it all pretense that he didn't need a diaper. Slowly, the thin yellow line began to morph into a blue color, not terribly dissimilar from his fur, signaling time for a change.

As Nyx picked him up, he reluctantly released what was left in his bladder as he figured he’d have no chance with the zoroark so close by. Of course, he never needed much encouragement as he always started voiding his bladder and bowels after a minute or so these days even if he didn't want to. If he could rush to a toilet, he was confident he could make it, but for now Nyx would make sure waste remained safely tucked away between his legs, his accidents dutifully whisked away in his diapers.

And where they belonged, as far as Nyx was concerned.

The fading of his wetness indicators were obvious to any pokémon or human but Nyx said nothing to him, letting him finish uninterrupted. Nyx’s hand came under his bottom to support it, which squished up against his diaper. Astraeus knew he hadn’t peed that much so there was little chance for the diaper to leak all over his pants.

The doorbell rang. Its chime reached them from the hallway which made Nyx speed walk into the kitchen, then the foyer and eventually to the front door. Air rushed past him as she came to the front door and he found himself holding onto her neck more tightly than usual.

The door opened to reveal a dragonite with a large bag slung around themselves and a blue cap depicting some logo Astraeus didn’t know.

“Hello, miss…I have something here for you to sign.” they said.

Astraeus found himself being put down as Nyx walked further into the door frame, blocking his exit.

“What is it?” she asked.

The other pokémon sidestepped away to reveal a baby bassinet of all things.

“Whoa…who sent it?”

The dragonite flipped through some pages on his clipboard before looking back up at Nyx and said, “I have no idea, the pokémon who brought it in said they were delivering it to the post office on behalf of a friend.”

Nyx nodded and extended her hand to sign for the package. Astraeus meanwhile tried his best to peek out the door. Past the dragonite he could make out the wide streets of Lumiose City. He also got to take a definitive look at the bassinet. It was quite pretty, to say the least.

The daedal bassinet was made of a wicker frame with slopping, slender legs. The bed proper was made of wicker wood too and was given a swooping silk canopy with Alençon lace trim on the edges. The bed was stuffed almost to the brim with white roses. It had fresh, white linens and a pillow stuffed with swanna down feathers. A teddiursa plush was planted on the top of them and was holding a letter.

Nyx thanked the pokémon and waved goodbye before closing the door. With a mighty heave she lifted it up and dragged it over to the foyer.

She took the letter and opened it and then showed it to Astraeus.

“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!” ₁

That was the only thing on the paper, it was not terribly elucidating to say the least. Astraeus furrowed his brows, as he couldn’t even begin to understand who would have left it. Was it a friend of Nyx’s that he didn’t know about? Still, it was impossible to order something that fast for someone, right?

“Do we have a secret admirer?” Nyx mused aloud. “ No matter, I’ll ready some of the poached salmon from last night and get you ready for the day, business as usual.”

She took hold of Astraeus’s hand and without missing a beat she left the bassinet in the foyer; a mystery gift from someone was the least of their worries, especially considering everything else transpiring.

“Coeus is already off to school for the time being…which means we get to spend the day together, and a few more days after that until my boss calls me to come back into the office. An essential employee I am, and I’m essentially overworked I think….” Nyx said, more to herself as she did not think it terribly interesting to a toddler.

“What is your job?” Astraeus asked.

Nyx’s eyes flashed with excitement, and with a meek twirling of her massive mane she said, “Ah, well I am a diplomat. That means I try to work with my fellow pokémon to try to engage with the humans politically, economically, and the like.”

‘A complete non answer, as expected.’ Astraeus thought.

“What do you do as a diplomat?”

“I already told you, sweetie.”

“No….what do you do specifically?” he asked again.

The zoroark looked a bit taken aback. She probably had every reason to be Astraeus figured. He mentally reminded himself that babies generally did not ask about the ends and outs of diplomacy.

“I don’t know how much you know but pokémon have established control of all cities in the Kalos Region from the humans. Despite that, I work with relief organizations and establish lines of communication to make sure all the sick and wounded pokémon, and humans, are cared for.”

It was...shockingly commendable. Every other pokémon he’d met was one job position away from the CEO of baby killing seemingly. It was a nice departure from uprisings and killings and revolution, it was a job that could actually help everyone Astraeus thought.

In the meantime Nyx had gotten the fish from last night and made it more amenable for breakfast and took the opportunity to put some poached eggs on the plates as well. Nyx didn’t dwell on her job any further throughout breakfast, and instead just took the time to enjoy breakfast. There was a part of her that was surprised Astraeus hadn’t complained about trying fish or eggs. Coeus, when he was little, was so picky he wouldn’t eat anything without seeing her eat it first and gauging her reaction to it.

It was hard for someone to try to keep a smile while eating baby meat….

Astraeus began to pick at his eggs and salmon and was at the very least relived that he wasn’t suckling from a bottle again. Specks of shallot and dill were scattered over it he noticed as he picked through it. His eyes darted over to Nyx’s plate. His fillet was smaller than hers and he was given a sippy cup again from which he reluctantly began to drink from. It was just water thankfully, so it was only a little less embarrassing than usual. For utensils he was offered one of the baby forks he remembered from the store.  

“Can I change my diaper?” he asked. It was an embarrassing question, but one he had to try asking at least once.

“I’ll change you when we get to the doctor. Don’t worry about leaking again baby, I’ve put more protection on you this time.”

She did not even comment on his usage of the 'I' pronoun, as if it were such a misspeak on the riolu's part that she wouldn't even dignify a response to his request. After all, in anyone's mind it was completely preposterous for a baby to change their own diaper, and certainty one as little as him, one who filled his diapers' back ends so fully and flooded his diapers so completely. It was an exercise in folly.

Leaking was not his foremost worry! His diaper, no matter how small a wetting it was, was simply gross. With that in mind, he started to shimmy down the plastic pants he had on and started to undo the tapes of his diaper.

All he heard was a fork clattering and before he knew it Nyx was in front of him holding his hands in front of himself.

“Please, don’t mess with your diaper, it needs to stay on. I don’t want to be late for the appointment, but I’ll make sure to change you right as we get to the office, okay?”

Astraeus snorted. “You better.”

Nyx pecked him on the cheek. “Funny little puppy, what am I going to do with you?”

‘What are you going to do with me? It’s a great question….’ he thought right before putting an entire poached egg into his mouth as Nyx began to chide him for it.

. . .

Astraeus looked at the play area before him. It definitely screamed pediatric, there were bright pastel colors and childish motifs as far as the eye could see. It screamed pediatric surely, for there were even a few screaming children to boot with their parents desperately trying to quiet them to no avail.

There were rows of chairs which parents and their children occupied – those that weren’t sitting down were plenty content to busy themselves in the play area. It did not interest the riolu in the slightest and he feared if he even indulged in something like a rattle he’d be subjecting himself to a metaphorical lobotomy…not that he could do anything but be held by the zoroark in her arms.

There was a wall-mounted TV showing some children’s show, though Astraeus didn’t recognize it. An espurr and a inkay were talking about which direction they should take against the backdrop of some rather annoying music in his opinion.

Nyx was at the counter checking in and the pokémon up front smiled and waved to him. He was much more popular with the ladies nowadays it seemed.

With a flourish of the pen she used to sign them in, Nyx said, “Okay, time for changies, I did promise you, didn’t I?”

He was currently nestled in Nyx’s arms and wearing a plain pair of shorts and a solid red t-shirt. Thankfully no mittens or booties or bonnets – his diaper was now the tiniest bit clammy and he was certainty thankful Nyx was going to hold up her end of the bargain.

His diaper was even puffier than usual due to the wetting.

They were already quite puffy as it was. (Unbeknownst to the riolu his zoroark caretaker had selected the thickest, most absorbent diapers she could find; as they were made for very small babies and out of an abundance of caution she had thought it better to be safe then sorry.) Now quite waterlogged, his diaper jutted out from his comparatively dainty waist, like a set of Spanish breeches...and doubling as a ‘codpiece’ for his similarly dainty privates…and he desperately wanted rid of them.

However, as Nyx began to zero in on the bathrooms Astraeus realized that she was going into the women’s restroom.

“I can’t go in there – it’s the ladies' room!”

“Silly, I can’t go into the boy’s bathroom to change you, you have to come in with me.”

As luck would have it, a kadabra then walked out of the restroom with a small abra attached to her hip. Her diaper bag was at her side as well, it was much different from Nyx's, this one was colorful and had spare diapers practically poking out from every little crevice. As the larger yellow bipedal pokémon passed him by, the baby abra squealed in delight upon seeing him and babbled at the riolu, who could not understand a word, if they were even speaking words, despite inhabiting a baby body himself. The abra had on a bright pastel onesie, and one could see the leg guards of their large, puffy diaper poking out of it. 

“Tengri, say hi!” the woman said, looking down at her baby. Nyx smiled back at the two before walking away.

Astraeus quietly stewed while Nyx walked into the restroom and began to set him down on the changing table. It was emblazoned with a logo of a komala and he couldn’t help but hope that an employee cleaned it recently – something about his head being where countless baby butts had undoubtably been didn’t sit right with him.

As luck would have it as he was sat down a bit of pee squirted out of him and joined the rest in his diaper. He started to chew his lip and wondered if he’d always had that much discharge….

She strapped him in and bent down to grab a few things from the diaper bag she’d brought; it was more of a tote bag than the quintessential image everyone thought of when they imagined a diaper bag: bright, pastel, and a thousand pockets.

Astraeus then had to get as situated as he could. It was uncomfortable, hard plastic and was unyielding to him. he grimaced as he went to go about undoing the strap holding him down.

His ears pricked up as he heard a splash of water, as if something small had splashed down.

A happy sounding yell erupted from one of the stalls and caused Astraeus to sit upright.

“Momma! I did it! I pooped!”

“Yes you did! That’s my big girl, making it to the potty!”

The toilet was then flushed, causing Astraeus to jump a bit in shock, as if to sell it, another bit of pee erupted from his tip and splashed down safely into his used diaper that was currently untaped for just such a reason. 

Nyx laughed a bit as his ‘fountain’ squirted and dribbled, but it was to be expected of little babies….

The bathroom stall opened suddenly and a charmander bolted out of it as fast as its legs would take it. It was a small, orange lizard – probably not much bigger than himself he figured. It had a small flame that was alight from its tail. Its shorts were still bunched up around its legs as a female blaziken called out after it.

“Sweetie, wait! You’ve got to pull up your pants!”

The charmander toddler stopped and looked meekly at her mother. “Oh, sorry…I forgot.”

A pair of disposable training pants was around her waist, no doubt much thinner than the riolu’s diaper and it featured flames on its front which doubled as wetness indicators. They were all untouched, which could not be said for Astraeus’s own indicators. He stole a quick glance at his own diaper, feeling quite perturbed. The side and back of her disposable underwear was flanked by a pair of pink wings with velcro strips which allowed for quick undressing. 

‘Nyx doesn’t even let me touch the tapes of my diaper…’ he thought.

The toddler quickly pulled their pants up and soon laid eyes on Astraeus sitting on the changing table.

“Notta baby like them! I don’t wear diapers!” they said, pointing at Astraeus.

“It’s rude to point at other pokémon, but yes dear they are wearing diapers.” the blaziken said.

To make matters even worse for Astraeus, his penis had become fully erect, causing it to swing up, as straight as a pole on account of the cold bathroom air nipping at his privates. Even fully hard of course, it was not anything really special, and certainty no girl would've ever been impressed by his now pitiful "length" or "girth". (And even using those words to describe his was being extremely charitable.)

His penis was swaying side to side like a metronome, now having not the cozy cocoon of his crinkly diaper as a counterbalance, as the little girl and her parent caught sight of him. He tried to cover himself, but Nyx swiftly took his hands and put them at his sides, seeing them as an impediment to a proper wiping. 

His whole face went red as he found himself upstaged by a literal toddler. He forced himself to bite his tongue to prevent him from saying anything mean – it’s not like the little girl was wrong anyway, she could use the toilet. Him on the other hand, not so much.

A clawed hand then started to lightly graze his lower abdomen and gave it a few gentle pats, as if reassuring him. Nyx came into his field of view and she laughed and said,

“Yes, well I’m sure the baby boy here will start using the potty someday, hm?”

Astraeus gave a meek nod of his own. Of course! 

“He’s a real cutie!” the blaziken called out as she took her daughter’s hand.

Those two busied themselves with washing their hands so Astraeus was finally left alone and to his own devices. Now he was simply going through the motions with Nyx as he let her change him – it was a relatively quick and painless affair. Still, there was a part of him that thought he would never truly get used to it especially with his adult mind. She had only thought it necessary to give him a simple wipe-down and a new diaper this time, forgoing powder. The diaper was finally brought over his crotch and taped up as some wrangling ensued to make sure everything fit properly.

She gave him a quick pat on his diaper front before going off to the sink, but not before giving a pull to the strap to make sure it was tight enough to hold him on the table and balled up his wet diaper and went to throw it away in a conveniently placed trashcan placed right next to the changing table. 

She had stuffed his plastic pants into the bag whilst changing him and also took the opportunity to put thinner daytime diapers on him; he felt like he could actually walk again probably as he gave the new one a few tentative pokes and prods to its front.

Eventually Nyx was satisfied washing her hands and she turned back to the waiting riolu lying on the table.

A sharp, putrid smell wafted its way up into his nostrils, and the overpowering stench of poop flooded his nose. As he was lifted off the changing table, his eyes met the trashcan and he saw another diaper, but it was tied up tight in a small plastic bag and was nestled against his own diaper right at the very top of the can. He made a grimace and quickly turned away. 

Clearly, that abra had made very good use of his diaper….

The riolu wished Nyx would have at least wiped down the table before putting his head down on it now.

Astraeus stole another quick glance at the toddler and her mother as they went out the door. The toddler’s backside was completely devoid of the puffy telltale sign of diapers. This brand he actually recognized, he’d seen on commercials and they were made compatible for both humans and pokémon going through potty training. They advertised that they were discrete, and to their credit they were, unlike his own diapers that ballooned out from his waist.

He could scarcely see the outline of them against her rear, and it was only seeing her caught with her pants down, literally, that he would have known she was wearing them.

‘You’ve got to be shitting me...I think I’m actually jealous of training pants now.’

She took his hand into hers and the two made their way out of the bathroom. His mind was swirling – it felt scandalous to go into the women’s restroom, especially in a body that wasn’t even his.

An audino nurse walked into the room and as she saw the zoroark and riolu she motioned for the two of them to come over. “Nyx, the pediatrician will see you now.”

Astraeus frowned when he heard it.

“Why’d she call you by your first name? Don’t you have a last name?”

Nyx brought her mouth closer to his ear and whispered as they were going down the hall.

“Beside from some stuffy noblemen and women, pokémon by and large have decided to not have last names – they see it as a human convention. Why, does the little baby have a last name?”

His blood turned to ice. ‘...I don’t remember. What’s our family name? How do I forget my name?’

“I have one, I just can’t remember right now.” he said. Nyx nodded quietly.

He took a deep breath in – surely it was just a momentary lapse. He had to remember soon, if he didn’t then how could he expect her or anyone else to help him find his real family? He a gave a small whine as he also realized that this all made him seem like a stupid forgetful baby, like remembering or knowing how to spell their own names was too taxing for little ones usually at first.

“Aw, are you scared? There’s no reason to be, everyone here is really nice, don’t worry.”

Soon enough they were brought down further into the hallway where a meowstic met them and said,

“Hello, nice to meet you! This is your new little one you told me all about on the phone, yes?”

Nyx nodded and went about setting Astraeus down on his own two feet before extending her hand in greeting.

Sexual dimorphism made it extremely easy to guess the gender of the pediatric doctor. They were predominantly blue all throughout but had white stripes on their tail and ears. There was also a ring of white fur running around his neck as well.

“I’m Doctor Ixtlilton, you can just call me Ix if you want to little guy.” he introduced himself properly as he bent down to Astraeus’s level.

“Hello.” he imagined Nyx told the doctor everything about him already, so it wasn’t necessary to exchange names.

“If you two will follow me, we can begin to weigh him.” the doctor told Nyx. Astraeus figured the both of them would be talking over him and about him while he was in the room with them.

When the trio came to a large cabinet, the doctor turned to Astraeus and slowly picked him up and layed him down on a large baby scale, making him lay supine. Ixtlilton then began to undo the button to Astraeus’s shorts and unzipped his pants.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Astraeus cried.

“We just have to remove your clothing for a moment, Astraeus. I just need accurate measurements is all.” Ixtlilton explained. Astraeus huffed but gave no further complaints.

Thus he relinquished his shirt and pants and as the brisk, cool air washed over him, the doctor began to touch down on his diaper front.

“Wait, don’t!”

“Again, all your clothes have to come off for a moment please.” he said, beginning to render him stark naked as he quickly slipped the diaper off Astraeus.

Now having no clothes on anymore, the air was a bit colder than anticipated. His ‘flag’ had even grown to half-mast, so to speak. The doctor’s expression didn’t change upon seeing the erection, and he said nothing. Astraeus would have almost preferred he had said something, if not to break the awkward silence, so he took it upon himself, and had begun to bring his hands to his crotch to cover his privates.

“Can you promise no wiggling? I don’t want your movements to mess up the reading.” Ixtlilton said as he gently took Astraeus’s hands away from his crotch and to his sides.

He could then only stare up at the ceiling and florescent lights as he lied supine, perhaps save for his penis that was….

The doctor glanced at the scale and announced, “He’s 43 pounds – just a few under the average.”

Upon saying that, the doctor took his ankles up into the air with one hand, and slid his diaper back under his bottom. He handed Astraeus’s clothes back to Nyx, who in turn folded them and stowed them away in the diaper bag.

Apparently he just wasn’t going to have clothes on for the foreseeable future. ‘Awesome, that’s so cool.’ Astraeus thought sarcastically.

“I figure we can also just measure him while he lies down here – he might be too antsy to stand still for a scale.” the doctor explained to Nyx as he brandished a measuring tape.

He extended it out and began to measure him, putting the tape parallel to Astraeus’s body. The doctor squinted his eyes and said, “He’s one foot and nine inches – also just a bit under the average.” The doctor then quickly taped up his diaper once more, which Astraeus was quite thankful for.

With that pronouncement he was whisked away and onto his feet, still wearing nothing but his diaper. Nyx wordlessly picked him up and followed the doctor further down the hall.

They then entered a room decorated with a colorful motif of the sky with puffy white clouds. Besides that there were rows of cabinets and across a large examination table with some paper lining covering it. Next to the table was a trash can with a large sign above it that urged parents to not throw away diapers in it.

She plopped him down on the table and took a seat a little ways away leaving him in the doctor’s hands.

It was a very warm colored room, and next to Nyx there was even a small bin of toys. The doctor briefly went to his desk and computer to grab something. 

By the time Astraeus had finished looking around Ixtlilton had put on a pair of gloves and had a stethoscope on.

The doctor put the end up to his chest and began listen to his heartbeat. It was a bit chilly, so luckily it was brought away pretty quickly.

“Can you say ‘ahh’ for me please and open your mouth?”

Astraeus complied and soon felt a tongue depressor in his mouth. The doctor said nothing as he inspected his mouth, only taking the opportunity to switch hands and insert a swab inside his mouth, and brushed against his cheek.

The doctor leaned over to a desk and dropped the sample into test tube and cracked open the door. Apparently someone was on the other side, and a nurse snubbull quietly entered and without saying a word swiped the test tube away from the doctor.

“Let’s check those ears of yours now.”

The doctor had grabbed an otoscope while at the desk and he then shined a light into Astraeus’s left ear. Shortly after he went over to his other ear and examined it as well. Ixtlilton nodded in approval and put down the tool.

The meowstic’s hands traveled up Astraeus towards his neck and he began to feel around – and if pokémon biology was at least relatively similar to human biology, Astraeus guessed he was feeling for his lymph nodes.

Having satisfied himself, the doctor then began to go downwards and then prodded a few places on his abdomen; it was definitely a strange feeling to be touched all over.

The worst was seemingly saved for last though as the doctor then pulled out Astraeus’s diaper and gingerly grabbed hold of Astraeus’s testicles.

“Hey! Cut it out!” he snapped, not at all caring about yelling so close to the doctor’s face.

They clearly didn’t expect such a reaction, and jumped back as Ixtlilton said, “I’m sorry little buddy! Just got to make sure there are no lumps or bumps down there.” As if to punctuate his point his gloved fingers then grazed the riolu’s shaft for a second or two before the doctor snapped his diaper back into place.

“Can you do me a favor and roll over on your tummy, please?” Ixtlilton asked.

Astraeus was still quietly fuming over the impromptu gander of his genitals, but he complied nevertheless, and wordlessly rolled over.

A moment passed before he heard the doctor come back, as Astraeus meanwhile was content to just look out the single window besides Nyx who was sitting and waving when she saw him looking.

With no pretense of ceremony, he then felt his diaper being pulled down down to just over his thighs and then he felt it.

As something began to invade his anus, Astraeus gasped and realized it must have been a rectal thermometer.

He practically growled as he felt it intrude into him. He was white-knuckled and clutching the paper lining on the table as he glared at Nyx, making sure he stared as many daggers as he could towards her. Why did she sign him up for all of this?

It was really only an inch or so in his bottom, and with the end being a fat bulb-like protrusion there was little chance it could slip in further. Still, he had always expected himself to do the penetrating throughout life, not be penetrated…and certainty not by another guy.

But here he found himself butt up as the doctor carried out his ministrations.

Ixtlilton had one hand on Astraeus’s behind and one steadying the baby thermometer for a moment. All the meanwhile the riolu could feel it taking up space in him – it wasn’t that big or that far down him for that matter, but it was all he could think of. He could have sworn all the blood in his body had traveled to his face now in utter embarrassment he was so red.

Really it had been little more than a minute or two, but to him it felt a lot longer, so he was all the more glad when it was finally pulled out of his rear. 

“You did such a good job! Good puppy!” Ixtlilton said cheerily. “We only have one more thing – I need you to stay there, just like that, okay?” he then told Astraeus.

He heard the door close behind him and then saw Nyx get up and come over to him.

“You’re doing great so far, just a bit more.”

He felt her begin to rub his back.

Her touch was warm, and with his diaper still bunched up around his thighs his butt was still exposed to the elements. If it was just the zoroark around though, Astraeus didn’t feel terribly embarrassed about being naked, considering all the diaper changes that happened under her auspices.

The heavy fall of footsteps snapped him back to attention – Ixtlilton had returned from wherever he had been. Astraeus turned his head around and beheld a syringe.

“After checking around, we don’t have him registered in our system – or seemingly any health care system for that matter. That being said, I think it’s still for thr best we give him the vaccination for Pokérus.”

“Why?” Astraeus asked.

It was beneficial – or so he had heard, as he was certainty not lucky enough for any of his pokémon to contract it. It helped pokémon get stronger, at the cost of what, a little cold? Astraeus thought it was certainty worth the trade-off, and surely not the worth all the hassle of making a vaccine for it.

“Well, you’re not going to whisked away by a human anymore and made to fight – it’s no good to you if you catch it and none of us want you to get a nasty little cold, yes?” Ixtlilton explained.

The meowstic walked over to where the two of them were and Astraeus could feel his gloved hand on his upper thigh.

“Wait! I don’t want it on my butt!” the riolu cried, not at all caring that he sounded positively juvenile in the moment. 

He wasn’t terrified of shots or the doctor, but he didn’t really like going to the office either. Needles made him squeamish.

“Oh no, no, it’s going to be on your upper thigh – not your tushie silly,” Ixtlilton said before turning to Nyx. “...do you have any toys or soothers with you you could use? Or alternatively, if you’re breastfeeding you could always do so while I administer the shot.”

“Hm, no I didn’t bring anything with me, I forgot! But, to answer your other question, no I’m not breastfeeding – I don’t even know how to start re-lactation.” Nyx responded, sounding a bit dejected.

“In the future, there are a few drugs that can help with that, I’d always be happy to write a prescription and refer you to our pharmacy on the first floor.” Ixtlilton offered.

‘Wait, what? Nonononono! You don’t need it Nyx, say no!’ Astraeus thought, his mind beginning to race a mile a minute. She was nice and all, but under no circumstances would he be caught dead nursing her!

“I didn’t do it with Coeus, and honestly I kind of regret it. I think I’d like to do it with Astraeus here…” Nyx said.

Upon hearing that Astraeus moaned. Perhaps there was some way to convince her…

The doctor softly clapped his hands together and with a flourish began to wipe Astraeus’s thigh with a cotton swab, doused in alcohol judging from the smell. Ixtlilton then took his fingers and pinched his skin.

“It’s just going to feel like a little pinch, just like this…I promise you’ll be fine.” he said.

Now the shot was actually the least of his worries, but he guessed the doctor had no way of knowing. Perhaps he was a teeny bit worried about the injection but he resolved to not end up like those whiny babies that cried their heads off after receiving one at the doctor’s office.

He tensed up as he felt the needle begin to pierce his skin, somewhere along in his previous life he thought he’d been told relaxing and not bunching up your skin was the best, but he could never really quite relax with giant needles.

To the doctor’s credit, the pain was brief, and in another moment the pain was no longer there and the needle was felt coming out.

He craned his neck back and Ixtlilton was already readying and putting a band-aid on the injection site. His diaper was then shimmied up his waist, which Astraeus was thankful for to not be stark naked anymore as it was a little chilly.

Nyx lifted him up by his armpits and slowly lowered him to the ground. He was caught off guard as she kissed his cheek.

“You were wonderful dear, thank you for being such a good sport about everything.”

She then padded over to the diaper bag she’d brought in to retrieve his clothes. The doctor meanwhile bent down to meet the riolu halfway.

“I hope we’ll see you again Astraeus, thank you for behaving so well!” Ixtlilton said, and offered him a lollipop.

He gave a slight nod and took the sweet into his hands. Upon further inspection, it was cherry-flavored; not his favorite by any means, but he’d never turn down something free.

Lifting up his arms for Nyx he simply stood there, letting Nyx quickly redress him. He was definitely glad to be clothed again, he wasn’t ever really jazzed to be parading around his diaper like that, as it wasn’t anything to be proud of….

Nyx and Ixtlilton were having a conversation but Astraeus was barely even listening at this point. Nyx had just finished zipping up and buttoning his pants as he glanced at the two.

“Right, we just can’t find any of the genetic markers we’d typically find with riolus...” the meowstic said, before Astraeus tuned him out.

Astraeus looked at his feet. He wasn’t examining them for any particular reason, but he always marveled at how different they were to his human ones. His body was so different than his previous one, despite that, it still bled, got tired, and there were a lot more superficial similarities as well.

All that being said, he needed to get back into his old body, lest he be subjected to more thermometers and injections.

He yipped as he was suddenly scooped up into Nyx’s arms and with that, the two of them began to walk out.

“Say bye-bye to the doctor baby! Thank you so much!” Nyx said, waving as she closed the door.

She nuzzled his neck as the two went down the hall and back into the main office. However, she didn’t immediately go to the front desk, but rather the play area.

“I still need to dot a few ‘i’s and cross a few ‘t’s at the front desk, I think it’d be good if you played with some kids your own age for a bit. I’ll be back as soon as I can, alright?” Nyx said as she began to set him down.

There were not that many other pokémon in the play area, save for a few…interesting characters. One, ironically was the charmander he’d seen earlier in the bathroom, who still had her pants on to her credit. She was constructing a small castle from some blocks, but he didn’t want to talk to or see her anymore than he had to. 

An eevee sat alone in the corner, they were sitting in silence with their eyes wandering as they absentmindedly fiddled with a bead maze. The two’s eyes met and it caused the other pokémon to smile towards Astraeus.

They dressed strange to say the least. The eevee was wearing some kind of red samite silk cloak and it covered the top of his legs, descending down their body. There was only a tiny portion of their bare legs one was even able to see, as nearly the entirety of their feet, legs, and thighs were covered by hose with frills at the ends.

The cloak was clasped together by a golden brooch inset with probably a dozen or so small diamonds, and a very modest laced tuff adorned the eevee’s neck.

“Hello!” the eevee said. Their tail began to wag back and forth.

“Oh...um, hi.” Astraeus said, a bit unsure of what to think of the rakish pokémon.

The eevee took lead of the conversation and began to stand up.

“My name is Aion, what’s your name?”

“I’m Astraeus.” he said quietly. He remembered he was still holding onto the lollipop from earlier, and as he didn’t particularly want it, he figured he could pawn it off to the unsuspecting eevee.

“Hey, uh, do you want this? I don’t like this flavor…” Astraeus asked.

The eevee’s eyes lit up, and he bounded over to accept the gift. “Oh yes, thank you so much!”

Aion then raised a paw and took it, stashing it away in a pocket of the cloak he was wearing.

The eevee cleared his throat and said, “I’m six! How old are you?” 

“Twenty three.”

Aion was silent for a moment, not knowing what to make of that clearly false statement. Twenty three year olds didn’t wear diapers after all, Aion giggled to himself. The silly baby riolu didn’t even know how old he was!  

“Why are you dressed like that?” Astraeus blurted out, not being able to resist.

Aion cocked his head to the side. “Um, well Mother said I’m going to be a lord one day, so I have to “dress the part” – whatever that means~.” he said, “And since I need the practice…and you seem really nice…can I be your vassal?”

Astraeus let out an audible snort. This kid was really weird, but he figured he could play along.

“Sure, what the heck.”

All Astraeus saw was a flash of fur as he was practically tackled into a hug, in fact maybe the eevee had even used the move Tackle.

“Thank you!” Aion said. “Since you agreed to that, maybe we can also be friends?”

The eevee was pretty goofy in demeanor and looks, but Astraeus suspected no harm would come from indulging the pokémon a bit more.

“I don’t mind, yeah.” the riolu said.

The eevee's eyes lit up in excitement, and they practically bounced from foot to foot, so giddy they were from happiness. Aion stopped and cleared his throat, composing himself. His eyes then drifted to the riolu, and more specifically his diaper. Without warning the eevee pressed a paw against the front of his diaper, pressing deep into it, leaving indentions of his paw for a moment. The eevee grazed his penis for a second before moving down lower to his leg guards. Astraeus batted away the eevee's paws, but not before one Aion's paws quickly slipped into his leg opening, and one his digits had even brushed up against Astraeus's testicles inadvertently. 

"What the-!" 

Astraeus was cut off as he felt the back end of his diaper pulled back for a second or two, along with a few loud sniffs from Aion, and before the riolu could even turn his head around, he heard the waistband snap back into place. 

The eevee also seemed to want to indulge the riolu, but in a much different way. Aion then unexpectedly reached to kiss Astraeus on the cheek, much to the riolu’s shock.

"You are clean and dry! Good baby!"

He pulled back, and looked at the eevee like he was crazy, which he totally was.

“Mother says part of public relations is meeting crowds and kissing babies! And, the fact of the matter is: I just really like you!” Aion said, not the least bit discouraged.

Astraeus was left agape, still in utter shock that happened, and the eevee’s nonchalant response was just as strange!

He was just about to give him a piece of his mind but that was before the eevee spoke up yet again, saying, "I had my doubts, it was just the way you carried yourself really, but now I am positive you're a boy like me! It's a good thing I checked your diaper, I was about to ask if you would become my princess..." 

Astraeus stood for a moment in abject silence, and finally said, "You thought I wasn't a guy? Is that some poor attempt at a joke!?" 

The eevee for his part, looked quite taken aback, and their eyes instantly softened. He did a small bow and dipped his head. "No, it was not a 'joke' as you put it. Forgive me, though you would be a fantastic princess if you so decided to forgo gender conventions."

The riolu gave the eevee a long, slow blink in disbelief. The eevee's sincerity didn't seem like it was in question, but that just gave Astraeus more questions in of itself. 

“Aion, what have I told you about personal space? Goodness, I’m so sorry little one!” Astraeus heard another voice.

A leavanny came into view quickly, rushing over to Aion. It was a petite, slender, and yellow insect looking creature with two large antennae on the top of its head. It was covered in a swath of leaves and greenery. Astraeus was still fuming from the diaper check he'd been given - even Nyx hadn't given him such a handsy, thorough diaper check! 

“Did you make a new friend? Maybe a girlfriend from the looks of it?” Nyx said, teasing Astraeus as she also heard the commotion from the play area.

“Miss Zoroark I am terribly sorry to disappoint you, but I am a boy – so that makes me a boyfriend.” Aion said, turning to Nyx, trying to be helpful.

Astraeus heard the leavanny sigh in exasperation.

“No, sweetie, the madame is talking about a different kind of friend,” they turned to meet Nyx in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, my name is Hypsipyle, and this little one here is Aion, I’m his nanny.” the leavanny said.

“Ah, well it’s a pleasure to meet you two. My name is Nyx, and Astraeus has already met your little one I see.”

Aion was practically bouncing up and down as he turned to Nyx and said, “Yes, he said he’d be my friend and…!”

The eevee stopped abruptly. He grew silent and his face began to tense up.

The leavanny recognized almost instantly. “Aion, I know you want to talk to your new friend, but I think that’s a potty face – go to the bathroom. I don’t want you to have to return to training pants.”

Upon hearing that, the eevee leaped into action. He quickly nuzzled Astraeus on the cheek and whispered a hurried goodbye in his ear.

The eevee then began to toddle down the hall as fast as he could. Hypsipyle meanwhile scribbled on a notepad something very quickly and ripped it off.

“I hope it isn’t too presumptuous to give you my phone number – I can forward you to the young master’s parents – he really seems to have taken a shine to your kid.” she offered the paper to Nyx and dashed off after the eevee.

“I’m coming with you, don’t make a mess of everything while you’re in there!” she began to call out after the eevee.

Nyx began to laugh. She turned to Astraeus and exclaimed, “Well those two are certainty a bunch of characters!”

She began to hum and took Astraeus by the hand and began to walk out of the office. The two reached an elevator and upon going in, Nyx selected the ground floor.

A phone began to ring.

She stopped and began to dig around in the diaper bag before retrieving a small mobile phone. It was completely modern and a sleek rose gold color.

‘Wait. Pokemon use phones now?’ Astraeus thought. Perhaps he could swipe it while she wasn’t looking and search for answers online?

“Oh! Hey, Coeus! We just got out of the baby’s first check-up, he seems to be pretty healthy. The doctor said he couldn’t be any older than two, and we might need to put him on some vitamin supplements….”

Well that was news to him….

“You have your magician club today? Nice, well we’ll be at the house when you come home.” she said, talking into the phone. “ Hey! Astraeus made a friend today! Personally, I think he’s a tad strange. He was dressed up like royalty or something, a cute little eevee named Aion, but I think he was a bit older than-!”

Nyx stopped talking for a moment. Astraeus saw her cover her mouth with her hand.

“Wait! That little eevee was the Dauphin!?”

Notes:

1 “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” by Emily Dickinson

Took a bit, but I know the direction I want to take the story.

Chapter 5: Rendezvous

Summary:

he meets his adoring fans

Notes:

Figured I should add a content warning: there's mouthsoaping, spanking, petplay, and minor CBT.

The house was silent as the two stepped into the foyer and Astraeus was just as silent as he padded into the kitchen. The doctor’s office had been a much more taxing experience than he had envisioned – and much more embarrassing. Nyx had also slipped into the pharmacy before the two left the office and had gotten the medicine against Astraeus’s wishes.

It was not the only thing she'd gotten either. Nyx saw the perfect opportunity to buy suppositories while she was there too. Of course, that then reminded the zoroark that Coeus hated suppositories growing up and it was clearly necessary she grab laxatives as well in case the riolu was too fussy. Knowing that every bottle from then on could be laced with lax caused a pit to form in his stomach. 

Naturally, if you would buy those, what was to stop an overbearing and worry-prone zoroark from getting diuretics also? It was usually the matter of poop that so hung up little ones she knew, but there was always the possibility. Furthermore, in her mind Astraeus was reluctant to use his diaper for pee or poop and so that justified the extra medicine to make sure he made his all important number ones. "Tinkles were just as important as his poopies" he recalled her saying to him in a sweet, singsong voice in the middle of the pharmacy as she explained her, in his eyes - twisted logic, reasoning to get both the diuretics and laxatives which caused his ears to go red in embarrassment as he swore he had heard snickering from some other adults and even a kirlia who couldn’t have been any older than twelve. 

Astraeus hated to admit it, but he almost had a genuine toddleresque meltdown when he saw there were flash sales on enemas. He knew his parents had an enema bulb at least because he had a memory of having to administer an enema, his parents must have forced him to do it himself as he doubted he'd have done it voluntarily, to his recently hatched scorbunny partner who had became constipated for whatever reason. To say it was gross was an understatement. (He really wished the amnesia took away that memory.) 

Nyx just hushed him as she went about deciding an all-important decision: should she get enema bags or bulbs? Astraeus remembered her chuckling to herself as she just got both, unable to make up her mind.

That then caused him to wonder just how much money pokémon diplomats got paid because she was seemingly using every bit of her salary to utterly embarrass him.

He tried to get her to not get any, but she simply brushed his concerns aside - enemas were vital for the fussy toddler. There was no doubt in her mind he would withhold poop eventually, just as Coeus did when he started potty training, who was quite resistant to it as he was enamored with his diapers and reluctant to give them up. So much so, the now floragato had made himself constipated and required an enema for the first, but not last time.

For he would need a few more humiliating enemas when he had first evolved, as the drastic changes to his body caused issues down below. He had needed them for potty training though only once - as all it took was a single enema with soapsuds to set him and his bowels for that matter straight. She remembered that Coeus had cried during the entirety of it - retention and release and even during his wiping. But it was worth it, even if she had to clean out the completely poop plastered plastic potty bowl of his afterwards.

She had grumbled to herself in the pharmacy as she didn't see catheters to accompany them, but she had made a note in her phone to pick up one tomorrow as Astraeus practically got on his knees to beg her not to as it then started to dawn on him that he would be known as the baby with the best used diapers in all of Kalos from then on out and probably be used as an example of an outstandingly good, and of course, healthy baby by parents everywhere.

He grimaced as he remembered trying to pull her arm and telling her ‘no’ but she wasn’t deterred in the slightest. He would keep banging that drum though until the very end, as there was just simply no way in hell he would ever agree to her nursing him like that - or being subjected to any of the other things she'd gotten.

“I’ve moved the bassinet into my room so that way you can have your own little bed for your nap.” Nyx said.

Beginning to walk over to the diaper bag, she retrieved his pair of plastic pants and went back over to him. Nyx didn’t say a word as she stretched them out in front of his legs, the implication being obvious.

Astraeus bit back a grumble as he started to brace himself against Nyx as she helped him slip his legs into the openings and brought them up over his diaper. With a satisfying snap the elastic waistband was snugly secured. He didn’t see why he had to be an active participant in his own embarrassment…

“I think you’ll be fine without nighttime diapers,” Nyx said before leaning in closer to the riolu, “just make sure to go easy on that poor diapee during your nap.” Astraeus rolled his eyes.

She picked him up for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and traveled down the hall into her room. True to her word the bassinet was a few feet away from her own bed, complete with the plush from earlier. On a nightstand were a few vases stuffed with all the roses from before – all clustered together as if she hadn’t decided what to do with all of them yet.

Nyx instead traveled to the walk-in closet and started to peruse the collection of clothes she purchased from earlier. He silently reminded himself that she’d actually gotten way more than he had originally thought, but in his defense, his eyes had started to glaze over from boredom after a while of shopping. If he had a remoraid up to his head he would guess maybe forty to fifty articles of clothing in all.

Eventually, she selected a plain, cotton white sleeper with a print of a Spring Form Deerling surrounded by flower motifs with text at the bottom reading: “I Love You Deer-ly.” It was worryingly frilly, as the sleeves, legs, and Peter Pan collar were festooned with white lace trim. He quickly rolled his eyes at how corny the joke was, but then realized the joke would be on him, literally, as he would soon wear it.

Astraeus started to question her fashion sense – he’d be known as the least cool baby at daycare if word got around….

Nevertheless, she brought him over to her bed and set him down. She threaded his legs and arms into the outfit with impressive speed, not that he wanted to make it difficult for her anyway. It was pretty soft and comfy, exactly what one would want for sleep, but it wasn’t something he’d pick out for pajamas obviously.

The zoroark swiped away the canopy and said, “You’ve had a busy day so far, take a nap and I’ll wake you up in an hour.” She set him down into the bed and quickly tucked him

He was about to say something but as he opened his mouth she slipped a pacifier into his mouth.

“The paci will do you good, you’re grumpy all the time as it is, this will make sure you get a good sleep,” she said.

She kept her finger on the pacifier for a few moments to ensure that he kept it in. He humored her but he would spit it out when she left, he resolved.

It was actually the first time he’d been in it so Astraeus was a bit surprised by how plush and comfortable the bassinet was. Whoever had sent this had good tastes, he had to admit. Nyx reached down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and then pulled the canopy back together to leave him in relative peace and quiet.

He heard the door close – and the second it did he let the pacifier tumble down from his mouth and into the bed.

“Well it’s nice to have some peace and quiet finally.” Astraeus said aloud.

Not that he had any idea what to do with his free time, he could scarcely open the door at his height, much less walk around freely with Nyx around. She would definitely march him right back to the room.

He smiled though. She was always very nice though – he’d never even seen her angry, least of all at him. Astraeus could admit that she made a very good mother to Coeus, and as embarrassing as it was, to him too during his stay. The zoroark saw him as a little baby though that had to be taken care of, which was very frustrating at times. She had never entertained his protestations that he was actually a human – which made him wonder if he could ever get to the bottom of all this.

Maybe he was all alone like this….

He gripped the pacifier tightly in his paw. No, he would find a way out of this mess. He had to.

He could have sworn he had heard a thud somewhere down the hallway, his ears pricked in the direction it came from.

‘I wonder what the butterfinger dropped?’

Strangely though, he then heard heavy footfalls down the hallway. Doors were seemingly heard opening left and right as if someone were searching for something. Astraeus swept aside the canopy of the bassinet and almost at the exact time he did, the door swung open, with such violent force Astraeus thought the door would be ripped from its hinges.

A large bipedal lizard stood in the door frame. They were gray and sported a massive tail and reptilian snout. They had splashes of indigo and magenta on the front of their chest as two appendages on the back of them that were reminiscent of coat tails swayed back and forth, thrashing about.

With a large grin plastered on their face, they said, “Ah! There you are little one~.”

Astraeus jumped to attention. Now very much alert, he asked, “Who are you?”

“That’s on a need to know basis – and you don’t need to know. Don’t you worry though, I know plenty about you, and you’re going to come with me on a little trip.” the salazzle said matter of fact.

With unparalleled speed the salazzle lunged at him from the doorway. Despite the considerable distance however, she had closed the gap. Astraeus leapt over the bedside and plunged to the floor to dodge.

The salazzle hissed in irritation and the riolu rolled under the bed, seeking some protection. She had fantastic reaction time to complement her jumping abilities however, as she managed to grab him by the foot and pull him out the rest of the way.

She pulled him up by the leg and he was suspended upside down as she brought him to eye level.

“Ha...that’s a cute sleeper for such a grumpy puppy, why the long face?” she said.

“Where is Nyx?” Astraeus snapped.

“She should be resting quietly on the couch, but if you act up and misbehave, she may never wake up again.” the salazzle sneered.

The salazzle bounded over to the corner where one of the diaper packages was and grabbed five or so diapers from it. With that, she started to turn.

She turned him upright and began to cradle him in her arms. Try as he might, her grip was much too strong and he couldn’t find any gap in her defenses. Quickly walking out of the room and into the hallway, the two ran into a large, humanoid tapir. They were yellow-skinned and had a pendulum hanging from one of their hands.

“Somnus, the zoroark is on the couch right?”

Somnus nodded.

“And I can see you have the little bundle of joy, Turan…I’m sure the others can’t wait to see the little guy,” Somnus said with derision before looking at Astraeus.

He started to swing his pendulum back and forth in front of the riolu.

“I think it’s time to put you down for your nap.” he said.

The riolu spat at the hypno, and the glob of saliva landed right below his left eye. Sommus’s face reddened and tensed up as if he were about to enter a shouting match with the baby. However, he said nothing and let the silence hang in the air.

Astraeus snapped. “Let me go! You and your stupid magic tricks…aren’t going…to…” he began to falter as his eyes got heavier and heavier. A rush of sleepiness began to rush over him. The hypno’s pendulum just swayed back and forth, back and forth….

. . .

When he woke, he found himself in a room which was quiet and sparsely furnished. It was also a room with very little light.

“Guess the baby is awake.” a voice drifted across the room. It wasn’t his own for sure.

His eyes darted around until he focused in on an upholstered bergère chair in the corner of the room. A braixen was sitting, looking straight at him. It looked positively bored while it brandished a nail file. They stood up and took a deep breath and just continued looking at the riolu.

“Hey! I remember you, are you behind all of this?” Astraeus asked as jabbed a finger accusingly at the pokémon.

“Hardly, I’m just a cog in the machine – you can call me Eumenes. We’re all gathered here for your welcoming party, Astraeus.” the braixen said.

He was situated in a bed, and he guessed the braixen had been watching him this whole time...what a creep…and Astraeus was not feeling ‘welcoming party’ vibes from this whole scenario anyhow.

The braixen suddenly got up and started to approach the bed. Astraeus swept aside the covers and started to jump into action to run away.

Eumenes rushed him and managed to catch him by the hand. The other pokémon had practically flung him onto the bed again as Eumenes sat down next to him and gripped his hand to ensure he wouldn’t run away.

“I heard you shit yourself on the train here and stunk up the whole carriage~!” Eumenes crowed.

He reached for the nearby nightstand next to the bed and quickly swiped something.

Astraeus glanced at it confused before realizing. It was a balled up diaper – complete with prints matching his own diaper. He was surprised he hadn’t smelt it before he’d seen it, which definitely matched up with Eumenes’s taunt. It was taped up tight and had a very obvious "deposit" in it.

“What the fuck!? What’s wrong with you!” Astraeus shouted.

He would have said even more, but Eumenes threw the diaper at his face, before it bounced off him and onto the ground.

“I’m going to chock up your bitchiness to post-transformation stress; I’m sure it isn’t easy to adjust to being a pokémon now, it wasn’t for me at least.” Eumenes said.

Astraeus’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Huh? How do you know? Wh-!”

“Mythical pokémon are usually the culprits for transforming humans into pokémon. They all have their own reasons…but it’s a mystery as to why you became one….” the braixen mused.

Astraeus was dumbstruck. He had every reason to suspect these pokémon were deranged, evil, and psychotic but maybe they were his only way of getting to be a human again.

“Do you know how I can turn back?”

Eumenes shook his head.

“Whoever turned you into a pokémon is the one you should ask – no one else can do anything for you besides them.” he explained.

The braixen then sat the riolu across his lap and brought him close to his chest. Astraeus growled and started to thrash madly. Eumenes just tightened his grip on him all the more. His fur was shockingly well-kept and shiny, that was for sure.

“She was right though, those pajamas are very cute on you.” he said, unperturbed by the riolu’s struggles as he traced the words on Astraeus’s sleeper with his fingers.

“Fuck you! Let me go you psycho!” Astraeus yelled.

Eumenes slapped his upper thigh in response and caused Astraeus to yip in shock.

“None of that now. Don’t curse again unless you want a mouth-soaping.”

Astraeus turned to the sudden sound of the door opening, which then revealed a ninetales and arcanine.

“The baby’s awake and already being fussy, hm?”

The ninetales had golden fur that dazzled so brilliantly it could have been almost white. A quadruped with nine massive tails flowed out from its back like the trail of a dress, they were sporting a toothy grin.

The arcanine meanwhile was sporting a large fluffy mane and an almost equally fluffy tail and was predominantly orange furred with jagged black stripes throughout its pelt.

“Theia is my name – I hope you don’t wear it out~” the ninetales spoke first.

“My name is Hyperion, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Astraeus.” the arcanine rumbled. “We’re just a bit interested in your circumstance is all; I hope it would not be too troubling to answer some questions then you will be free to go about your way.”

“Like hell I’d tell you anything!” Astraeus snapped.

Theia snorted and quickly started to walk out of the room, saying nothing as she did so. The braixen meanwhile reached to open one of the drawers of the nightstand, as he did so his other arm wrapped ever tighter around Astraeus.

He was again confused until Eumenes revealed a collar of all things. A dog collar complete with a name tag that was attached to a leash. The braixen seemed determined to put it around his neck as Eumenes glanced down at him with a sinister smile.

Hyperion also bounded over to the two, intent on preventing any escape attempts. The arcanine put one of his massive paws, easily able to cover his entire head and more some, flat on Astraeus’s chest. He felt the tips of his claws prick his skin; they were still sheathed but the message was abundantly clear: don’t try anything stupid.

The riolu couldn’t even begin to pull away now, the arcanine was just too strong. Thus, he felt the braixen’s nimble fingers able to affix the collar to him. It was made of some hard black material and with a D-ring attached to the front. Eumenes clasped the back hinges together and with a foreboding click it was secured. He instantly went to fumble for an opening mechanism, only to find none – there was only just a small space where the two parts came together.

The arcanine then grabbed the leash with his fore paw and wrapped it tightly around it.

Hyperion started to walk away with the leash in hand, and Eumenes let Astraeus drop to the floor. As he started to get up the braixen swiftly slammed his head down to the ground with a paw.

“You’re a dog now – so start acting like one.” he said coldly.

Astraeus grunted in pain as the pokémon’s foot dug into his back – there was a noticeably lack of claws though for which he was grateful for.

He started to get to his knees, and attempted to walk upright, but Eumenes just brought his foot down on his head again, pushing his body against the floor.

“Did you not hear me? Get on all fours like a proper doggie!” Eumenes snapped.

‘Fuck you! The next chance I get I’m beating your ass!’ Astraeus thought.

Still, he was outnumbered and outmaneuvered as it was. He growled as he saw little choice but to play along in their sick game for a while longer. It was utterly degrading, but he began to crawl on all fours. His diaper crinkled just as much as walking did if not more, but at least it was clean. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eumenes pick his dirty diaper from the carpet.

Hyperion thankfully was not very rough with the leash, while not yanking and pulling, he still kept up a respectable gait for Astraeus to match. Eumenes followed closely behind, but Astraeus figured he wouldn’t be able to make a run for it any time soon. The carpet was at least serviceable in its comfort as his hands and knees draped across the floor.

Astraeus eventually got the hang of crawling, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had done it. The arcanine led him out of the room and down the hallway. It was covered in pink marble, so shiny you could see your reflection off it with alabaster columns flanking either side. Hyperion didn’t leave Astraeus much time to take in the sight however as he led him to a wall strut.

Having more dexterity, Eumenes took charge in tying the leash around the gilded decorative strut and let Astraeus try to pull and tug, but to no avail.

He looked around, and he saw a few more of those same struts down the hallway – surely they weren’t all used for this very reason?

Then, he found himself hit in the stomach by one of Theia’s tails, causing him to yelp out in pain. It was at that moment she took the opportunity to slip something large into his mouth.

The smell, and taste were very weird to say the least. He crossed his eyes to realize it was actually a lathered bar of soap – Eumenes making good on his promise. Theia’s prehensile tails had gripped around the bar of soap as a few others helped to keep his mouth open. She then began to rub the bar of soap roughly across his gums, cheeks, tongue, and teeth.

Finally, she jammed it halfway out of his mouth, only to plunge it back in, as far as it would go; she then repeated the motions again and again.

All while this was happening, tiny bits of the soap were being shaved off by Astraeus’s small teeth, now much more like a dog’s, and it ensured that soapy residues were always present on them.

“Lying, backtalk, spiting, biting, and especially cursing will result in this exact punishment here – for your sake, I hope you clean up your act!” Theia said.

Astraeus tried to turn and twist away from but was met with more of her tails, intent on smacking him back into submission and stillness. Eumenes had a small smile plastered on his face and he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and was very much enjoying the predicament Astraeus was in.

Theia of course was taking center stage and was relishing the punishment.

Hyperion was mute throughout the whole process, and was keen to just watch with an intense stare. However, he took a step forward and spoke,

“Astraeus, do you know why you are here? Why you are a pokémon? Do you know who transformed you?”

Theia wrenched the bar of soap from his mouth, and clearly expected an answer.

“No! No! I don’t know anything!” he sputtered. He was practically pleading right before the ninetales crammed the soap bar back into his mouth, and painted his hard and soft palates in suds for good measure.

“What circumstances were you in before you were transformed?” Hyperion asked. He looked down at the ground for a moment before continuing, “More of a personal question, but I’m curious…how old are you actually?”

Once again, the bar was removed, and once again Astraeus was compelled to answer.

“I was just about to be killed by some pokémon – and my memory is hazy but afterwards I heard singing and then a bright flash of light…then I found myself a riolu, a baby one at that...but I’m technically twenty-three.”

Eumenes began to laugh, turning to Astraeus.

“Ha! Whoever did that mustn’t have known what they were doing to have such an age regression!”

The riolu really, really, really wanted to retort back with something snappy, but considering his circumstances he decided against it and just gave him a glare.

“I see…” Hyperion replied, “well, nevertheless, we are all associates of the Mythical Pokemon Mew, as you may know already, Eumenes was also human who then turned pokémon via Mew. You are an anomaly who doesn’t have any explanation as to why you’re a pokémon – as such she sent us to investigate and keep tabs on you.”

“I just want to turn back! I won’t try to resist the revolutionaries, please…” Astraeus begged.

“Mew cannot help, only finding the one who did this to you and confronting them about it. Though, I hope I am not too bold in saying this: We, nor Mew, care not what you do, be you human or pokémon. If you wish to live out your life quietly as a human or live with your zoroark caretaker, we only ask you don’t interfere in our plans.” Hyperion finished.

“How can I interfere if I don’t know what you guys are doing-!” he was cut off with a fierce jab to his jaw from Theia.

“Cur…” she mumbled.

Hyperion shook his head. “No, it is an astute point. Naturally, we do not mean to shed light on all of our machinations – but I can confidently say that Mew is conducting experiments outside of her official duties regarding genetic engineering, eugenics, and euthenics.”

Eumenes stooped down to Astraeus’s eye level and said, “You’ll know when you’re encroaching – but out of an abundance of caution we will do check-ins, free of charge naturally.” he had a smirk on his face as he said it.

The bar of soap was jammed into his mouth again, then out, and once more shoved into his mouth, emulating a scrubbing motion.

“Hopefully when you meet Mew you’ll be a much better behaved puppy than you are right now, she doesn’t take kindly to dogs with a foul mouth, so we have to make sure yours is squeaky clean~!” Theia said.

His tongue was depressed under the bar of soap, and by now his mouth was covered in the frothy mess it made. A tiny trail of drool was suspended from his mouth, threatening to fall onto the floor as his lips meanwhile were caked in bits of soap.

Astraeus’s bravado was all but snuffed out at this point. These three were deadly serious and vicious and the predicament he found himself in slowly dawned on him.

“Prepare the rest of dinner and me and Eumenes will tend to the baby’s mouth-soaping, for say, another twenty minutes, hm?”

The riolu moaned into the bar of soap and clasped his hands together in a begging motion. It had been almost ten minutes as it was!

Hyperion nodded in agreement and then bounded away, leaving the three of them in the hallway.

It soon looked like only he and Eumenes would remain however, because Theia glanced at the braixen, and promptly traveled further down the hallway opposite of the arcanine. Eumenes swapped hold of the leash with her and Astraeus was left sitting on the ground tied up as he had been for these past few minutes.

The braixen began to muse aloud, “I’m sure Mew will be so happy to meet you – but Theia is right, if you acted like that in front of Mew, she’d kill you on the spot!”

‘She seems like a joy to be around…’ Astraeus thought.

Just then he heard footfalls from down the hallway, the ninetales had returned from where ever she’d been. Coming into view, she had a wide smile on her face – and in one of her tails she gripped a wooden paddle.

“I was thinking this: ten minute spanking with the bar of soap in his mouth, and then ten minute corner time, also with the soap?” Theia said.

“Ooh~! I love the way you think, that’s a great idea.” Eumenes replied, positively cheerful.

Astraeus for his part shook his head wildly. He dared not take out the bar of soap, he had a sneaking suspicion he would be punished even more than he already was.

He glanced at the paddle that would soon be making his bottom’s acquaintance. It was made of purple-heart wood with gilded inlays and had six holes drilled – three on each side for less air resistance. It looked like a total monster of a paddle, and while Astraeus had never been spanked before it didn’t take a genius to realize it would hurt. A lot.

Eumenes wasted no time pulling up the riolu by the arm. Then, he looked furiously and rampaged across Astraeus’s body until he found the zipper on the back of his sleeper. In a flash he forced Astraeus’s arms and legs out of the pajamas, the riolu could’ve sworn his arm had been pulled out of socket. Only his plastic pants and diaper protected his dignity.

The braixen didn’t care for his modesty however, as he yanked down the pants and diaper in one fell swoop. The riolu practically fell apart upon seeing that – his eyes widened as he realized he was totally at the paddle’s mercy now.

Eumenes grinned upon seeing Astraeus’s privates and took the riolu’s shaft into his hands. Astraeus grunted and went about yanking Eumenes’s hand away, before the other pokémon gave a sharp tug to his penis and gripped it even tighter as if the braixen owned it.

“Mew was right – riolu’s really are small down there…it was a miracle I could even find his dick!” Eumenes said laughing as he let the thing drop down.

He flashed a wicked grin upon seeing Astraeus's balls and just as quickly his fingers latched onto them. The braixen then started to give them a few testing yanks, none too hard, before suddenly jerking it down harshly. Thumbing around, Eumenes then found each of his balls proper and gave them each a painful squeeze with his pointer finger and thumb.

"Looks like you owe me some Oran berries." he said dramatically, before leaning in to the riolu whose mouth was still wrapped around the soap. "Theia bet me that you were too young that your testicles wouldn't have descended yet - but lo and behold, you have two cute, teeny tiny berries of your own."

He finished the explanation with another long and painful yank to the riolu's ballsack, causing Astraeus to yell into the bar of soap he was nursing.

"Sorry, just had to make sure they really came down - they can be finicky~!"

“Ha! Look at the little baby’s face, so sad, so scared! Bare bottom spankings are the only way to go about punishing pups though! Eumenes, I’ll let you take it from here.” Theia said.

Eumenes took a dramatic bow as if he were on stage performing and he grabbed the paddle from the ninetales and with an added flourish of his hands he said,

“I’d be honored to break in the puppy.”

He sat down on the floor next to the strut and yanked Astraeus over his lap. As he sat down Indian style Eumenes took the opportunity to roughly pin the riolu’s right arm behind his back causing Astraeus to grit his teeth in pain.

“If the soap falls out I’m going to spank you until your ass is reduced to a bloody pulp.” the braixen said matter of fact. This caused Astraeus to use his remaining hand to hold the bar of soap in his mouth.

Eumenes started by grabbing a fist full of Astraeus’s ass and gave it a few pats and rubs as he did so. The riolu’s fur bristled as he did, but he knew it was the only resistance he could give at this point. The other pokémon continued to massage and knead his rear at a leisurely pace and remarked,

“It’s a shame I have to paint such a lovely ass as yours red – so soft and smooth, like a baby’s bottom really…” Eumenes said, smirking at his own joke.

‘What a bloviating jackass…’

Astraeus inadvertently bit down on the soap as the first heavy smack rained down on his rear end causing a mixture of soapy spit to begin to dribble down his mouth. He winced as the paddle crashed into his left cheek – clearly the braixen wasn’t interested in doing a warm up.

He hated them. But really, even more he hated himself for being so weak. Pained as he was to admit, he didn’t think he could take ten minutes of this; he would be a blubbering, crying mess by the end. The riolu would howl and whine and moan and put on a show for the pair – and there was nothing he could do about it.

Eumenes meanwhile was no slouch in this department – as he had asked Mew for advice and pointers beforehand. She had even been nice enough to relinquish one of her maids and paddles to him for practice. He’d felt a teeny bit bad about it as Mew had said they were “a naughty little lucario who evolved too early” and he had apparently knocked over some expensive kakiemon porcelain of hers.

From time to time, he had also given his younger sister some quick smacks and proper spankings on her bottom as well, of course not as hard as even the smacks he’d given to the lucario, whose punishment in turn was much less than Astraeus’s spanking. Post transformation, she was now five years old, having been only ten even as a human, but had grown much more mischievous as a fennekin and had needed…a firmer ‘guiding hand’ so to speak….

Astraeus was still desperately trying to hold the bar in his mouth even as his behind was assaulted. He silently wondered if the braixen had some experience – the braixen was keen to see it that his sit spots were pounded away at, as where his lower and inner thighs and his wrist was made of steel seemingly as the pokémon made sure to press deep into the riolu’s cheeks, not content to see it just bounce off them.

He knew that shutting his eyes wouldn’t block out the pain. It would block out their faces though; the braixen and ninetales both had smiles and were chuckling at every especially hard smack that caused him to cry out. Tears were already starting to form in his eyes, but he resolved to not let them drip down his face and let the two see.

But with every blow that landed on his backside, that promise to himself seemed more and more shaky. Likewise, every swing of that cursed paddle made him bite into the soap bar, now covered in his bite-marks, and have even more of the disgusting taste and texture settle in his mouth.

CRACK!

“I hope that you learn to behave while you’re here – everyone is doing their best to be hospitable and here you are acting like a brat!” Eumenes scolded sarcastically to the riolu as he delivered an especially hard hit to Astraeus upper thigh, which caused the pokémon to buck his legs and hips wildly into the braixen’s lap. 

Of course, the continuing grinding against Eumenes’s lap wasn’t doing Astraeus’s libido any good, and his loins had been stirring the whole time and his malehood had even found itself semi-erect by now and had started to form a small bead of pre-cum on his tip.

Everything stopped though. The pain and the pleasure had ceased as he heard Eumenes abruptly let the paddle clatter to the ground with a great deal of noise. Then, he found himself being hoisted up and onto his feet. The braixen picked up the dirty diaper from the ground and held it against the wall and said,

“Corner time, now!” he pointed to the wall. “With that bar of soap still in your mouth of course, and don’t you dare let it fall out or I’ll spank you again, but now I want your nose planted to that diaper of yours and kept on that wall for another ten minutes!” Eumenes barked.

“Gosh, you’re such an imaginative and wily little foxy!" Theia remarked.

Astraeus was stunned into silence. Surely he didn’t mean that, right?

“Get on it, or I’m going to force feed you your own shit and cram it down your throat so hard it’ll come out your ass and then I’ll do again!” Eumenes said darkly as he motioned at the dirty diaper.

He glanced at Theia who looked ready to crack his head open if he didn’t listen, her tails swayed back and forth without a care but they were surely ready to strike like a snake. 

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ he thought as he began to shuffle his way over to the wall, painful as it was with a beat up ass.

Moving much to slow for the braixen’s liking, Astraeus soon felt himself being pushed roughly into the wall – the only thing protecting his face was ironically the used diaper. Eumenes didn’t let up even as the riolu was up against the wall and just continued to hold his head to the wall.

“I want your nose and face right on it – I better not see it fall,” Eumenes said, “furthermore, I want your hands on your head and absolutely no rubbing your butt!”

The same prints were on the diaper as the one he was wearing right now, as was a hole to thread a tail in the back, and it was even the same size diaper he wore. In a perverse sense, he hoped and believed it was his because if it wasn’t…it would be the grossest thing imaginable.

Not surprisingly, it smelt terrible – it smelt, of course, like shit. But the degree to which it smelled, that could only be explained by way of transformation he reasoned. He was basically a dog now, and blessed, and in this case cursed, with many times more smell receptors than a human.

"You might be able to get on my good side if you take nice, deep breaths of that thing too - really sniff that shit of yours like your life depends on it~." the braixen said, cackling.

Everything below his waist was numb from pain and he was still nursing the soap in his mouth, and he couldn’t even take a deep breath in to calm himself. He cringed as every slight movement of his face just made the mush in the diaper squish against him and he simply looked down to the floor, afraid to meet the other pokémon in the eyes.

His head and shoulders spasmed and it took concentration from him to make sure nothing fell out of place, and he on the spot began to sob. The riolu mumbled under his breath – what does it matter? Crying would embarrass him no more than anything else that had transpired.

It gave him something else to focus on as the minutes ticked by.

“Such a pretty red on his bottom! Look at all that nice, pretty color poking out from his blue fur!” Theia said, commending the braixen on a job well done.

Astraeus felt one of her tails brush up against his bottom and he nearly squealed, it was still very sore and raw as it was and he didn’t trust her to make it feel any better!

Without warning though, he felt the fur on the top of his head being roughly pulled from the wall, causing the used diaper to plop to the floor and the bar of soap also fell out of his mouth. Eumenes had pulled him away and the riolu fell to his knees.

Salty trails left by tears had practically plastered his face as he looked up at the braixen expectantly. Everything that he said shouldn’t happen did and Astraeus shivered as he thought he was about to be punished again.

“Come with me to the bathroom to rinse. Your punishment is over.” Eumenes stated plainly as he began to turn around.

Theia untied the leash and with that, Astraeus was free to walk again. Upon getting to his feet though, he paused – perhaps he should crawl again?

Eumenes looked back at him as Theia handed him the leash, and looked expectantly at the riolu and said, “So you’re deciding to stand on your own two feet? No matter, just keep up.”

And with that, they were off. Eumenes didn’t bother to say anything, and Astraeus was too scared to say anything. Even in silence however, the braixen said plenty to him. The pokémon’s gait was much more relaxed and tension seemed to dissipate from his shoulders as if his dominatrix persona had served its purpose for now.

The two trekked to a bathroom and upon entering its threshold the braixen picked up the riolu and set him up on the vanity near the faucet. With one hand still firmly wrapped around the leash, ensuring that any escape attempt of Astraeus’s would just leave him dangling in the air a foot from the ground by his neck, Eumenes reached into a cabinet and retrieved a small, yellow plastic cup.

Astraeus was also still naked as the day he was born (or even reincarnated for that matter) and the hard marble of the vanity didn’t make his butt feel any better to sit on. He had a pained look on his face as he said,

“Are Nyx and Coeus okay?”

Eumenes stood there in silence for a moment as the weight of the question came over him. Why? Why that question? Eumenes thought it better to curse him, to wish nothing but the worst for the braixen, to say the lot of them were horrible and evil. But – perhaps the doggie had been broken already, which was good news. The faster his spirit was broken the better – it made him easier to control and more susceptible. If the braixen could pass on an already broken toy to Mew, then it would be the best case scenario for the both of them.

There was no fun in destroying something if it was already in pieces after all. 

“Oh…? Um, that zoroark and nasty green cunt? Our guys are still at your house watching over them. Nothing should have happened to them as they sleep.” Eumenes began to blurt out, “You’ll be back at your place by midnight.”

‘Midnight? That means-! It’s already evening, we can only be a few cities away from the capital at most!’ Astraeus thought.

It was also hopeful to hear they were not dead or something, but he didn’t want to give the braixen his flowers just yet and had to confirm for himself. Though…maybe he could give Eumenes some flowers…say foxglove or something else decidedly poisonous...

Astraeus then went out rinsing out his mouth – it definitely took multiple rounds with how caked on everything was, but Eumenes was luckily patient enough, which was surprising in of itself. He had just spit out some more soapy water as he asked again,

“Why are you doing this? What did I do to deserve this?” Astraeus wanted to keep his voice low, and sound as non-accusatory as possible to avoid any further punishment.

Right now, he was exhausted and the fight had been beaten out of him. For the time being. Surely after a good night’s sleep he could bash in the braixen’s head? He’d kill all of them if it was the last thing he did!

“I think…” Eumenes said, before taking the riolu’s chin in his hand, and then gently brought it up to his own eye level. “You desperately want to play the hero – and that just won’t work here. We need answers and insight, and if you’re a bitchy little pup that won’t help us. Mew, of course, would not find it acceptable of us to let you see her with that attitude of yours, so it’s up to us to break you in.”

“What he-! What the heck...does that mean?” Astraeus asked, and had to try his hardest to not let a curse word slip from his mouth.

“Agh!” the tip of his penis suddenly was given a harsh flick.

“Why’d you do that-!” Eumenes again repeated the motion.

“You don’t need to know ‘what that means’ Astraeus,” the braixen told him, before leaning down and looking at Astraeus’s penis one more time and gave it one final flick, the hardest of them all so far, “and this is for almost blowing it and cursing again! After I’ve just finished paddling you, and you still see fit to be naughty…”

Astraeus whined in pain and looked down to examine his penis. Now the head of it was throbbing in pain thanks to that stupid fox! As the riolu took his shaft into his hands to better look at his privates, Eumenes cleared his throat.

“That reminds me actually,” Eumenes said, pointing at Astraeus’s penis, “when we meet next time Hyperion, talented silversmith as he is, will have your chastity cage ready to go.”

Astraeus nearly choked on the water he was swishing in his mouth, and exclaimed, “Chastity!”

Eumenes sighed and took a deep breath in. “Yes. While here, you’re going to be in a cage. At all times.”

Anger started to bubble up within Astraeus again, finding purchase once again as he clenched his fists together.

“Excuse me? Just who do you think you are!?” he said, white-knuckled.

The braixen rolled his eyes. “Mew was very, very adamant about chastity. She said a dog like you would be especially licentious and would want to touch themselves all day.”

Every atom in his body wanted to blow up in anger and his tongue burned to say a litany of curses so harsh it would make a sailor blush. It was also exactly what the stupid pokémon wanted too, and Astraeus also desperately didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of finding another reason to spank him.

“I want you to promise right here – when the time for putting on your cage comes, I want you to accept it and to not fight us on it, alright?” Eumenes asked.

“Why would I ever agree to that?” Astraeus shouted.

Eumenes said nothing as he bent down to find something in the lower cabinets. There was banging and clanking galore however, and Astraeus craned his head over the counter to see what the braixen was attempting to find.

He would soon regret it.

A short black cord followed whatever he was holding, and after putting it in to a nearby outlet, Astraeus finally got a good look at what it was.

A reciprocating saw.

“We use this bathroom here for…messier things,” Eumenes said, letting the implication hang ominously in the air before he finished, “and naturally I would be forced to slice off that dick you have there.”

‘None of this is real None of this is real None of this is real None of this is real!’ Astraeus thought as he started to breathe heavily.

Everything here had too have been some terrible nightmare – soon enough he’d wake and Nyx would greet him, they’d fight over him using the toilet, all of them would eat breakfast-

The saw started to come to life with a flick of a switch and the blades went so fast it was a blur. Astraeus desperately tried to pull away, and soon forgetting everything else – the pain in his rear, the gross taste in his mouth – nothing else in that moment mattered as he furiously crawled away. Or, at least until he came to the end of his rope, or leash rather.

“Wear the cage or lose it. It’s that simple.” the braixen said with a mask of indifference.

Astraeus’s foot slipped and he tumbled into the sink. He was belly up as he saw the power tool slowly descend upon him and tried to in vain cover up his genitalia.

“I’ll wear it! I’ll wear it! I swear! I’ll do what you want, please!” Astraeus begged.

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the saw was turned off. Now, all that was left was the shallow breathing of the riolu as a new wave of tears began to erupt from his eyes.

Eumenes took another deep breath – he’d taken a gamble at Mew’s insistence, and it had paid off. When privately telling her that it seemed unnecessary to resort to chastity, she had laughed and said that she would personally see to it that the riolu was castrated. Astraeus would no doubt fight tooth and nail, but he was not stupid and surely would accept the cage, and surely enough did.

He was never going to actually do it and it had serviced as a bluff…he couldn’t have looked his sister in the eyes ever again if he did…but that look of absolute fear in the riolu’s eyes was still completely real. It was kind of nice, actually, to have that kind of power of someone, exhilarating even.

It was probably how Mew felt at any given time.

The braixen felt a small smile creeping across his face. He was resisting every urge to stop and masturbate right then and there – and he most definitely would later tonight, using that wonderful image of abject terror on that twerp’s face….

Not right now though, he would be no better than a dog.

Astraeus was also considering rubbing one out, thinking it would be his last, even as the saw finally began to die down. 

“Good – and that promise, and saw, are always on the table. Now, we’re all going to have a nice dinner together and then you can be on your way, understand?” Eumenes said, biting his lip as his own dick gave a sharp throb from arousal. Astraeus luckily was much too concerned with the saw to notice.

Astraeus nodded quickly and set the cup aside. He was in a hurry to forget about all of this. Having not even bothered to put the tool away the braixen began to pick up the riolu before setting him back on his own two feet.

Eumenes gave a tug to the leash and prompted Astraeus to follow him out of the room. Down the hallway the two walked until they reached the pile of clothes Astraeus had since been disrobed of.

“I’ll redress you. Lie down, quick.” Eumenes ordered.

Astraeus needed no extra motivation to do so, as he didn’t want to be paraded about naked – certainty not around such chop-happy pokémon. The marble floor was hard, cold, and utterly unwelcoming, but the coolness didn’t feel that bad on his still hot bottom.

The braixen went and reached for Astraeus’s diaper, and hopefully the tapes were still serviceable, and began to go about putting it back on the riolu. The riolu furrowed his brows. The braixen was exuding confidence, not pausing as he picked up Astraeus’s ankles with a single hand and slipped the diaper underneath his butt. Eumenes had even gotten the tape work right.

Did the fox have some experience?

Astraeus’s eyes moved with the braixen reaching for the pair of plastic pants he’d previously worn.

“You must be quite the piddle pants for your new mommy if you need these.” Eumenes said, smirking as he held them up dramatically. 

Nevertheless, they were soon following his diaper and thus were brought up between his legs, protecting the riolu from any leaking. Eumenes already had his sleeper in hand and began threading his arms and legs through the openings.

“And there’s your cute PJ’s on – the baby is just so cute and little,” Eumenes crowed, “so little...everywhere.” the braixen finished, giving a quick, knowing grope to Astraeus’s crotch through the diaper.

‘Well at least those perverts won’t ogle my dick and balls anymore.’ Astraeus thought, just glad he was fully clothed again.

Eumenes gave a tug to the leash once again and started walking towards the double set of doors at the end of the hallway. Astraeus was dragged a bit as he struggled to get up in time as the leash pulled him.

Eumenes cursed to where it was still within Astraeus’s earshot. “Fuck, come oooooon,” he turned around, moaning. “Why is everything so slow with you? Hurry the fuck up!”

“Well stop yanking that stupid leash, it’s throwing me off!” Astraeus snapped.

“Mew said stupid, worthless dogs needed direction via a leash – and seeing your performance has left me agreeing with her!” Eumenes yelled. “Come on. Now!”

Astraeus huffed as he got to his feet finally and jogged to catch up to the fox.

Eumenes opened the door to reveal a grand dining room. In the center, not surprisingly, was a huge oak dinning table that had thirty or so inviting looking seats – but only two were occupied at the moment. There was a garish splash of color at the end where Hyperion and Theia were situated though: a baby highchair. It didn't fit the grand ambience of the room, as on the other side of the room there were massive windows letting the last bits of light in the room. The view overlooked the ocean complete with a pristine looking sandy beach. 

The room was lit up by massive chandeliers overhead and gilded candelabra on the table. 

“Hey! You’re aren’t putting me in there you-!” the leash was pulled closer and closer suddenly. Eumenes kept on drawing the riolu closer to his waiting grasp, with each tug he took. Astraeus could find no grip on the smooth marble floors as he was eventually pulled into range where the braixen could grab him.

“Gotcha!” Eumenes said triumphantly.

The riolu wriggled and squirmed his hardest as he was brought ever closer to the chair. Eumenes only gripped his waist harder and he felt claws begin to dig in. In a last ditch attempt Astraeus began to try to scratch and claw at the braixen but to no avail. The other pokémon gave no indication he cared or even noticed.

He was then lifted and slowly brought down into the highchair’s padded seat and sealed in via a five-point harness. His diaper front was so thick it was hard to even feel the strap coming up in between his crotch as Eumenes pulled it as hard as he could to make it as tight as he could to prevent escape.

As Eumenes finished strapping him in, the pokémon stepped back to look at the riolu. Astraeus snorted in defiance and almost instantly went to push the button to release himself – only to click it and have nothing happen.

Eumenes just smirked and flashed a small cyclinder-shaped key in front of him and then quickly took his seat across from him.

“We’d be feeding you baby food or something fun like that, but Hyperion forgot to go to the store in time so you’ll be eating big boy food for tonight.” Theia explained.

“I hope you enjoy my cooking – and this does give me an opportunity to bring out the cute little silver baby set, so it’s not that bad.” Hyperion said.

The plastic tray was already brought down on the highchair and Astraeus realized that there was indeed a set of silverware on it already.

“Get everything out Eumenes, please.” Theia said, turning to the braixen.

Eumenes rolled his eyes but got up all the same and hurried over to another set of doors opposite of the way they came in.

“I guess it’s that time of the month for him?” Theia quipped.

“He did tell me he had an appointment with Mew tomorrow – he was going to bring his sister, which he evidently is not a fan of but Mew insisted.” Hyperion replied.

Theia chuckled to herself, but didn’t pursue the matter any further and busied herself with repositioning her silverware laid out in front of her.

In a minute or so Eumenes came back wheeling a cart with food presumably but they were all covered by serving dish lids. Astraeus glanced at the braixen as they came up to him and slid him a dish, putting it on the plastic serving tray of the highchair.

Before Astraeus could examine it further, he felt Eumenes tie something around his neck and let it drape over his collar. Upon looking down, he noticed it was a baby bib with lace trim surrounding the edges.

“Wouldn’t want you to make a mess of yourself, no?” Eumenes said.

He instantly ripped it off and tossed it on the table further down. Eumenes shrugged his shoulders but just continued serving everyone, and then finally sat down himself.

The juxtaposition between the gaudy and flashy colors of the highchair and adult food struck Astraeus as funny. The dish before him was poached bass with what appeared to be watercress sauce – and he was never one to complain about fish.

His fork was comparatively tiny compared to everyone else but he managed to eat the dish all the same. He had considered the possibility of it being poisoned, but then decided against it. He had a feeling these pokémon would want to resort to messier, bloodier options than poison – and they probably would have killed him already.

The meal was eaten in silence. All four of them agreed that it seemed to be better that way. What would the captured say to their captors? To be asked to let go was simply an exercise in folly at this point.

Astraeus continued to eat the fish, and its accompanying medley of julienne vegetables. He gave another feeble tug to the restraints of his highchair, only to find them as restrictive and unyielding as before.

After some time though he let his utensils clatter to his plate, signifying he was done and hoped he would be let go. As if on cue, Theia practically jumped from her seat and briskly walked over to him, using the key to undo his harness.

She set him down on the ground.

“Until next time.” she said.

Astraeus couldn’t turn around quickly enough to see one of her tails hitting him in the back of the head, sending him spiraling to the floor, and consequently spiraling into darkness as he blacked out.

“We’re going to have so much fun when we see you again.” she said again, laughing.

It was the last thing he heard that night.

Notes:

First time writing things of this nature, so I hope I'm doing okay.

Chapter 6: Vis-à-vis

Summary:

it's the meeting no one's been waiting for

"One being understands my heart – the rose.
I am so drowned in love that I can find
No thought of my existence in my mind.
Her worship is sufficient life for me."

-The Conference of the Birds

 

The heavy oak bed posts towered above the both of them as Mew lounged in the canopy bed with one of her pet dogs, Adhnúall. The finials tapered off into the air as the silk canopy descended but did not fully enclose them as Mew didn’t sweep the canopy over to her side. The foot board was festooned with gilded rinceaux patterns as wooden reliefs of vines and other foliage creeped up the bed posts, which were themselves encrusted with precious and semi-precious gemstones.

The lit à colonnes bed was a centerpiece of the room for sure, it commanded attention, but the little cat resting on it demanded the most attention of all.

It was practically nesassary for the progenitrix of all life in the world to be heralded and worshiped by denizens and citizens alike. Even if they didn't, she would make them. She so decreed it. 

Naturally, it was only one of her many bedrooms, the lycanroc next to her knew that full well. Some of her other favorite rooms were forbidden for Adhnúall and the others to leap onto the beds, for fear of ruining the linens. Of course, if a lycanroc or furfrou was exceptionally well-behaved they could be invited to sleep with her in the preeminent state bedchamber and be in her good graces come the levée ceremony in the morning. In that bedchamber she so valued seclusion that she had seen to that gilded balustrades separated her sleeping area from the rest of the room. Adhnúall and co. had cheekily called it the “Chambre de la Reine” for how gaudy and gilded everything was, but even Mew knew there was some truth to the statement.

As alongside Mewtwo and Arceus, the three of them possessed powers unimaginable to regular pokémon, and come the start of the revolution they immediately seized power and all of its regal trappings, taking inspiration from the human palaces of old in Kalos and they were happy to indulge in it. The humans wouldn't be needing their palaces any more after all, the three had made certain of that.

“It was so kind of everyone to offer their emissions so readily…no fussing at all.” Mew said aloud as she clasped a test tube in her fingers.

Adhnúall knew at once it was semen from the smell. On the nightstand were two other test tubes – one whiter fluid, and the other milkier looking. All it took were aphrodisiacs and hypnosis...

“Analysis shows none of them are related by blood and Astraeus doesn’t show the usual human genetic remains left over after their transformations. It’s as if he’s been transferred to an entirely different body, how peculiar…” she mused, “such a vexing puppy you are…”

“What will you do, Mistress?” the lycanroc asked.

Mew looked at him, and smiled.

“You don’t have to worry your little doggie brain about that, but if you must know, I believe it’s about time I initiated contact with him myself. We can’t have little puppies just running about, doing what they please after all.”

She set Astraeus’s test tube aside, putting it back on the nightstand with the other samples. The last thing she wanted was some lowly dog’s semen on her sheets after all. Adhnúall and the others knew to never cum in her rooms, much less on the beds – thus it was a general rule that all male canine pokémon whether they be guests, pets, servants, or slaves wore chastity, courtesy of her with her massive collection of cages, with all kinds of sizes, shapes, and materials for the occasion while in her residence to prevent any contamination from dogs. All were lovingly crafted by Hyperion, one of her favorite little doggies, and all crafted to be utterly unyielding and impenetrable to worthless, horny mutts as their cocks all pitiably pulsated and dribbled, safely tucked away in the tubes. Mew was of the opinion they were all perverse creatures unable to control their urges unless helped by another pokémon. Usually it was cats who had to help control their filthy, disgusting urges.

Dogs were not to be trusted with orgasms, much less ejaculation - she tried to convince Arceus and Mewtwo of that but they didn't make it the law of the land, as unfortunate as it was....

Her prized lycanrocs and furfrous were an exception to the norm however and had the pleasure to pleasure themselves – within reason of course and only ever under controlled circumstances and supervision that was. Mew had of course acknowledged the health benefits of masturbation and naturally she wanted them as healthy, happy, and pretty as possible.

Adhnúall did feel quite pretty, even he could admit that. He was currently belly up with his paws in the air and couldn’t help but always be in awe of how shiny and smooth his brown and white fur was, never was there ever any loose clumps, tangles, knots, or a stray hair anywhere. It literally shined against the candlelight of the room, casting vivacious shadows against his fur. His mane was exquisite - full and light, even the stones jutting out had been polished smooth with no jagged tips. His flowing, bushy white tail was picture worthy and he took immense pride in its upkeep. Even his paws were pristine, there wasn't any hair stuck between his toes, nor any debris or keratin buildup. Perhaps it was for that reason Mew loved to mess with his paws, so soft, squishy, and malleable as they were. 

His day, just like the others, started with a brushing regimen that ensured his fur shined everyday with help of dedicated servants and all four relished the brushing at night as it lulled them to sleep. It was helped all the more with full-fledged hours-long, pink shampooed bubble baths that rendered them smelling like lilac and then they were all dried off with large, plush, and very pink towels. 

Considering they got them every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday they basically always smelt like that. The four of them grumbled about that fact, but Mew saw it necessary to prevent them from “smelling like boys”.

That, however was just annoying. What really grinded all of their gears was the re-application and touch up of their nail polish every three days or so. Servants attended to their weekly manicures and pedicures where they would be subjected to their claws being painted some pink, purple, or pastel color, depending on Mew’s preference that week. In the beginning they had all vigorously protested it, saying they were not girls, but a quick meeting between a switch and their bottoms had nipped that rebellious behavior in the bud. Thus, their claws were always more suitable for a gala than galumphing in the forests digging holes, not that she would ever have let them do the latter to begin with....

Not all was terrible though – the food department was much better. The Grand Louvetier and the Grand Fauconnier carried almost constant hunting parties to ensure an ever present supply of fresh meat was available always. (And that was not including all of the treats they ate throughout the day.) Mew had snorted in disgust when she heard Adhnúall was fed brown pellets of pokémon kibble by their former Trainer and had to use every ounce of self control to not spank Sceólang on the spot with a switch for saying he had hunted his own food, being a wild pokémon originally, as she would never allow one of her pets to get sweaty and dirty for any reason.

“Fine, fine, I’ll give you belly rubs baby boy~.” Mew sighed, giving in at last to Adhnúall laying on his belly.

She supposed even dogs could look cute at times.

Such was the agreement the five of them had together, and now all were tied to her. His mistress was as precious as a rose to him.

Adhnúall whined happily as she leaned over to rub him and practically collapsed onto him as she enjoyed the steady rising and falling of his chest. She was still a good deal smaller than her pets but the size difference didn’t mean they didn’t defer to her absolutely. Despite their paws being nearly as big as her head, if not more, Adhnúall knew that they were quite powerless against her psychic powers and would certainty be punished if they even so much scratched her. Mew had long since found spankings superbly effective against all of them - rendering them sobbing messes by the time it was all over. At the end however, they would all cuddle with her and she would always wipe away their tears, saying they were “good doggies”.

His tail began to wag and his hind leg twitched inadvertently which would let anyone get a better glimpse of the mauve polish on his claws. His bell he wore jingled as he moved, it was a white lace collar with a little golden bell attached to it. The other dogs' collars were similar, and they all had to resign to the fact none of them could move stealthily ever again.

“You look so pretty today…” she murmured, “I certainty hope you thanked Tanaquil for the fur brushing and extra poffin she gave you when I wasn’t looking?”

“You knew? I’m sorry.” Adhnúall said almost instantly.

Mew laughed and reached down to pat his butt. “Oh, it’s not like you’ll get fat – but I don’t mind if your tushie gets bigger~.” She gave a much firmer squeeze to his hind to drive her point home, taking a fistful of his ass in her hand.

Adhnúall blushed furiously as she groped and gripped his bottom. Daily exercise and walks, along with good diets made sure they all had fantastic physique – one did not have to look hard to see beneath their fur and could find lean muscles and sculpted frames in sharp juxtaposition to their otherwise prissy upbringing. He was an Adonis, the epitome of masculinity, they all were really.

Their bottoms were an entirely different story, as they were quite large and shapely for males their age. In that sense, they were a bit…pear shaped. Of course, plenty of food and estrogen pills every four months, which she called “good boy pills” helped shape them – she insisted it was for the better, that way, she could pat their butts easier, have larger targets for their inevitable spankings, and could watch their backsides jiggle with every step on their walks. (Adhnúall was not entirely sold on her logic.)

She began to trace her fingers across his chin and he started to nuzzle her hand in response. Adhnúall’s white fangs practically shined in the light, so massive they were they could not even fit in his mouth fully. Perhaps a braver dog would try to fight and bite, show some real backbone against all the humiliation, but he wasn’t. Maybe to others he would, but to Mew it was utterly unthinkable to them. To bite, or growl, or bare fangs, that would result in severe punishment. Adhnúall growled the first time she gave him a bath and he was introduced to one of her many spanking paddles that night and had to spend the next month muzzled at all times until "the doggie could control his huffiness" she had told him. 

Good dogs were never angry. It was akin to a mantra for them now, repeating ceaselessly in their minds.

“Open.” Mew commanded. The lycanroc obeyed without hesitation. Hesitation resulted in punishment.

Her fingers ran across his gums, coating them in his saliva. She didn’t mind though and continued to trace his canines and incisors with her fingers. Mew pressed her thumb up against his largest and let it rest for a moment as it poked into her skin, but not breaking it. Then, she gently took his tongue into her hands, hard as it was with it being so slippery with his saliva, and pulled it out of his mouth. The pink cat ran her finger over it and inspected it for a moment more before letting him retract it and moving to inspect his back teeth. She could have very well have stuck her whole head in their mouth and he would have not snapped her neck, as they had been her first successes; she had transformed them from proud and arrogant dogs into eager little bitches who awaited her every command. 

She was his whole world now, she made sure that every need was taken care of, and every want was provided, and in return they gave her their slavish subservience.  

“So sharp! So pointy! So fierce!” Mew said smirking as she grazed his inner cheek.

“The maids do a wonderful job of making sure your teeth are perfect – I hope you remember to thank them for brushing your little teethies.”

“Uahwaa…” Adhnúall said, his words all garbled up as Mew was still fist deep in his mouth. Finally, she relented, and pulled her hand out, as she did a long trail of saliva stuck to her hands. He whined at the impromptu cavity check.

A small hand towel materialized in her other hand, and she began to clean herself. She kissed his neck and started to rest her head against his chest once more. Her dainty fingers traced his nipples round and round in circles. They’d grown so sensitive over these years and he didn't have a clue why. She just had a way with riling him up, just a touch from her could make his mind dizzy and swim in a lustful haze for minutes. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as his cock twitched, as he knew cumming or even leaking would result in full time chastity for months on end.

Nevertheless her eyes drifted down to look at his crotch. Her hand snaked its way down to his crotch and she ran it across him but shied away from his penis.

“You’re as smooth and hairless down there as a newly hatched rockruff…” she laughed.

He had too much pretty brown and white fur and his ugly, black pubic hair was too much hassle to bother with Mew had always told him. It ensured that he was much easier to clean too, not being allowed to do it themselves anymore, not even being able to give themselves a tongue bath for fear of being muzzled. So, front and black, and everywhere in between, all their hair was shaved off, and subsequently re-shaven two times a day, one at morning and one at night, with a straight razor so not even a trace grew, ensuring they looked like prepubescent pokémon permanently. Now, there was scarcely anything to hide his cock and balls from prying eyes, no longer having the privacy of hiding in his hair.  

The only solace the lycanroc took was that his butt was very easily wiped now, pained as he was to admit.

Though, a familiar rumble in the pit of his stomach made him blush even harder. It had surprised him so much he instantly snapped to attention. The loud gurgle didn’t faze Mew and she only looked up at him, and smiled. He yelped as she then lightly applied pressure to his abdomen, knowing her dogs well enough to know just where to push to help their bowels along. They were all required to make at least three poops (sometimes more) a day to ensure they were as healthy as could be, and it wasn’t a very difficult task, all things considered, with such high fiber diets they were made to eat.

She couldn’t help but grin. If you asked any cat, dogs’ bladders and bowels were weak and if you knew where to push on their tummies they were all seconds away from pooping themselves silly. Mew always thought that was the real reason dogs all acted so huffy and puffy all the time.

It was just another reason in a long list of why dogs couldn’t be trusted to be on their own. Luckily for those curs, there were cats; they all could be trusted to watch over those boisterous, noisy, and mangy mutts Mew thought to herself.

He turned apologetically to Mew and said,

“Mistress, I have to go to the bathroom.” 

“It’s too cold and yucky for someone to bring you outside. Use the pad.” Mew ordered.

Especially after the revolution, if not before, pokémon could use toilets and it had become ever more fashionable to potty train one’s baby pokémon. Quadrupedal pokémon were more likely to use squat potties though. When they all became Mew’s pets she forbade them from using the toilet ever – they had protested this the most of all. Thus, she gave them spankings and had shipped them off to a twelve week obedience training program. After promising to make it worth their while she explained that it was only natural for dogs to “make their tinkles and messies” outside.

Any time the need arose, they were to find a designated feline pokémon to take them outside, always leashed, and do their business out there – utterly forbidden it was for them to go by themselves. Their bowel and bladder movements were all recorded in a daily log for Mew’s benefit, their solid waste was weighed, inspected, and then promptly used for fertilizer for Mew’s various gardens around the estate.

Late at night however, they were all made to use absorbent puppy training pads throughout the abode. This was one such time.

Adhnúall had long since accepted every facet of his life would be controlled by her, but it never made going to the bathroom in front of someone easier. He had a light blush on his face as he padded over to the puppy pad in the corner of the room. Nevertheless, he began to squat down on the spongy pad and defecated as Mew watched over. It was one of the more absorbent brands so he'd always felt comfortable voiding his bladder completely. Her eyes began to glow a blue phosphorescent color just for a moment as she finished watching the lycanroc grunt, inadvertently putting on quite a noisy show for her as his tail flagged.

Probably done on purpose, next to the mat were tons of bisharp statues against the wall, tucked away in their own niches. They stared at him as he did his dirty work. His manicured claw tips had started to inadvertently puncture the pad as he curled his toes in anticipation of his dilating anus.

There was a folding screen next to the mat, and it offered some cover for the very embarrassed dog...or it would have, if not having been shoved to the side by Mew's powers. The wooden lacquered pingfeng with mother of pearl inlays had floated just beyond the lycanroc's general area. It left him completely exposed and caused him to blush even further as he had been caught mid squat trying to push out a particularly sizable log to join the others below it. Small movements weren't possible anymore with their new diets they had all quickly found out.

“Good puppy – making his poopies for me.” Mew said, giving praise as he finished and began to pad back over.

His tail had begun to inadvertently wag from her words.

She always made sure to praise them as she knew it was embarrassing to them and had tried her best to ease them into it. But it was simply necessary she insisted; when they had first found out about the bathroom situation they had begged and pleaded with her, but Mew just tutted and made them all turn around as she dragged a wet wipe across their rears to prove her point. On all of the wipes it had revealed a color of brown that was certainty not consistent with the piles of mud they’d been rolling around in. Since then they all had to present themselves for Mew to wipe their bottoms after the bathroom and she said if it wasn’t for her they would go about their lives with poop plastered on their butts as they traversed the icky and dirty wilds trying to survive.

It was up to felines to show dogs a more civilized life that came from subservience and ownership over them as if they could not even wipe themselves properly, then how could a dog be trusted to do anything?

”Present.” Mew ordered again.

Adhnúall quickly walked back over to Mew and began to present himself, hoisting his tush high up into the air for her and did his best to stay perfectly still. He glanced back to make certain his tail was straight up in the air, not wanting to make it hard for the little pink cat. While he was going to the bathroom Mew had brought out a wipe warmer and began to slowly wipe him down.

In truth, the wipe warmer was not for her dogs originally. After Eumenes’s sister Astraea transformed into a fennekin, and at the time had just turned three, the transformation had done a number on her potty training. She was also very fussy and resistant about it too, and Eumenes had to spend some Poké Dollars on things like a training potty, potty seat, and even a wipe warmer to make it just a bit more pleasant for her and him.

Her pets being dirty was unacceptable, but Adhnúall had to give her credit for getting her hands dirty herself. She was extremely meticulous about it, and at some points he was sure she was doing little more than groping and massaging his butt with the wipes – but it wasn’t something Adhnúall ever complained about really….

However when her fingers approached his anus, she didn’t simply graze it – Mew thought it entirely insufficient as dogs were the “stinkiest, smelliest, and most careless of all the pokémon” she always told him. For a simple wipe down would never be sufficient for a dog, dirty as they were. Mew wrapped her wipe around her fingers and slowly pushed into his ass, causing the lycanroc to whine.

“None of that now,” Mew said, and with a huff she gave him a small slap on his thigh.

He let out a full throat yelp however. Mew just smiled. All of the machismo and haughtiness had been slowly beaten out since their arrivals a few years ago. Now, all that remained were meek and docile doggies – so sensitive and sissy they were now, just taps on their thighs sent them into hysterics. Even she was a bit surprised by how sensitive they’d grown – so whiny and prone to crying nowadays.

Granted, when they all first arrived Mew had seen to it that all of them had spankings two times, sometimes more, a day – it was not for punishment’s sake but to simply break them. Crocodile tears were not acceptable to her they had all found out, but real crying that could only brought out through a harsh paddling. She explained that it was only natural for dogs to whine, cry, and whimper – it was the only things they could do properly, and with each and every tear, there was an expulsion of those “icky, stupid boy thoughts and thinking”.

And if they caught sight of a paddle in her hands? Nowadays they began to sob just upon being placed in her lap, and with tears streaming down their faces, all four of them begged to not be spanked and promised they wouldn’t again misbehave.

To say they were prissy would be an insult to girls – her pets were boys in name only, just the way Mew wanted them.

Adhnúall’s ears still flattened as he felt her finger push about an inch into his anus though. If her fingers went any deeper in him, it was reserved for giving him suppositories and the occasional enema if he was decreed constipated. He felt her fingernail practically scraping and twirling around against his walls and gingerly collecting every bit of feces it could – it sent a shiver down his spine and caused his loins to stir… He could recall her saying dogs needed to be clean inside and out in the back of his mind.

After a few moments she relented and pulled her finger out and showed him the wipe, practically pressing it against his nose as she did so.

“Such yucky puppies I have~!” she teased him, setting it aside.

The lycanroc flexed his claws as he felt a small hand towel begin to touch down on his rear end. He heard Mew humming as she went about pat drying his bottom with the towel, soon putting it away also.

Once that was done, Adhnúall instantly turned to face her and did a small bow, and said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Mew nodded, and took another wipe into her hands. She had and now zeroed in on his shaft. Completely unnecessary, but she loved to rile up her doggies and hear their needy whines. Using a wipe, she wrapped it around his member and went a slow, teasing pace.

“Mistress...please…!” he stopped as he sharply exhaled as Mew begin to rapidly speed up and down his shaft, like she was intent on finishing him off.

“My, I wonder what the little doggie could want…?” Mew said sarcastically as she continued to pleasure him.

His shaft twitched in need as she worked him faster and faster, and Adhnúall now quietly moaned.

“So close, but so far away…” Mew giggled as it gave a final throb and pre-cum started to form on the lycanroc’s tip. Then, she quickly pulled away from him, laughing as Adhnúall stomped his foot in irritation at his denial. She kissed the top of his head as she whisked away his sticky mess with a flourish of the wipe and had a massive toothy grin all the while on her face. 

“Dogs should never cum without permission, yes?” Mew asked, rhetorically of course.

The lycanroc huffed and replied, “Yes, Mistress.” She rubbed his head in approval.

He could scarcely be upset at her – he hadn’t asked for permission after all, and deep down in his heart he knew he was very fortunate to not have his dick locked away in a cage for the rest of his life, which was certainty Mew’s preferred option for all dogs. A bottle of hand sanitizer materialized into her hands and both of them started to hear fast, heavy footsteps down the hallway as Mew began to clean herself.

The door then opened and a flustered lucario burst into the room, panting, their tongue lolling out of their mouth as they turned their attention to the floating pink cat they served. 

“Miss Mew! What do you require from me?” they said, still catching their breath.

From the looks of him, no one would have guessed he was a male. The lucario donned a white chantilly lace-trimmed silken nightgown, Mew had insisted it be his bedtime attire. It otherwise was a stark contrast against his cobalt blue fur and sharp spikes which jutted out from his chest and hands.

“The doggie pooped and I need you to take it away.” Mew said, motioning over to the corner. “ But first, show me your butt please.”

The lucario went red in the face but cleared his throat and said, “Yes, Miss Mew,” he finished it with a curtsy – before becoming her maid he didn’t even know how to do it but she insisted he curtsy instead of bowing.

He flipped his nightgown up and pulled his pastel pink panties down – Mew had also insisted that he wear panties while under her service – to expose his rear end. If one were particularly keen, they would have caught a glimpse of his pink chastity cage. It was the very first thing she had directed him to put on and Mew said he was forbidden to take it off. Only a cat could do so, as dogs could not be trusted with their own cocks, Mew reminded him time and time again.

Mew sighed. “That braixen went so easy on you! Euryalus, I want you to thank him when he comes in tomorrow for sparing your tushie.”

“Yes, Miss Mew.” he said again and hurried to cover himself again. Then, he skittered off to take care of Adhnúall’s mess. Or he would have, if not for Mew's insistence.

"Euryalus, as is customary for dogs to do, I want you and Adhnúall to sniff each other's butts." 

If there were ever two dogs in a room together in her palace she made them sniff each other, allowing the both of them to become very intimately acquainted whether they wanted to or not. The lucario had to try to swallow a groan as he shuffled his way over the lycanroc. Facing the other dog's behind, Euryalus dropped to his knees and began to take a few tentative sniffs of Adhnúall's ass. There were many smells mixed in, musk and of course fecal matter were prominent, even with as good of job Mew had done with wiping. Whatever wipes she used must have been scented because he smelled faint traces of lavender. 

Against the backdrop of all of those smells were pheromones, female rockruff, and a very young one at that, no older than a toddler. It was an open secret that her lycanrocs and furfrous were given elaborate milk baths on the weekends, putting even Cleopatra’s ones to shame, complete with rose petals, honey, and of course with the aforementioned pheromones mixed in. Mew insisted that it made them smell better and it was a precaution to ward off females and prevent them from wanting to initiate sex and having lowly whelps with her precious pets. 

The lucario began to take deeper, fuller breaths as he knew Mew would eventually chide him for not committing fully. Adhnúall‘s cock swayed back and forth like a lewd metronome - it was an impressive specimen, while not gigantic, it was not small or even average. It was likely eight or so inches if the lucario had to guess.

"Does he still smell like the Adhnúall you smelt yesterday? His scent hasn't changed?" Mew asked, not interested in his answers and wanted to purely embarrass him. 

"Adhnúall, it's your turn. Smell that lucario tush." Mew commanded. 

The lycanroc took the cue and began to turn around as Euryalus began to turn around himself and lowered his cotton panties, allowing the other dog to get an eyeful of his large, cobalt colored rear. Adhnúall blushed when he saw, as Euryalus's rear was usually covered by petticoats and cotton but the lucario had an award winning ass, two perfect globes and plenty of shape to them. (He would never say it to the lucario's face of course.) The maid did work throughout the day, Adhnúall didn't, so the jackal had a much muskier smell, and more sweat had coalesced around his crack. He took deep breaths, drinking in the aroma and stared at the massive blue orbs next to his taint.

Euryalus's balls were sagging, clearly heavy and weighed down with cum on account of never being able to orgasm or ejaculate even once since his arrival three years ago. 

Adhnúall didn't even know what the lucario's cock looked like, being permanently sealed away for the duration of Euryalus's 20 year contract, but it couldn't have been massive as his cage was on the smaller side as far as her cages went. 

"Good boys! Aren't you two so much happier you could sniff each other?" Mew asked in jest. 

The lycanroc was tempted to nod, but opted not to as to save Euryalus further humiliation. Mew cleared her throat and motioned to the excrement filled pad in the corner of the room, snapping her fingers at the lucario maid as he pulled up his panties. 

It was also Adhnúall’s cue to get back onto the bed for more snuggling. As he clambered back onto the bed he began to sit once more as Mew took her place next to him, leaving the lucario maid to skitter away with the other pokémon's mess, shutting the door silently behind him. While most of his duties were janitorial in nature, there were a few messy parts of the job like this one.

She didn’t just stop there however, and rather she began to float onto the top of his head and finally took her seat, and place, on his head – her rear resting just above the bridge of his nose. She weighed barely anything luckily so it was hard for the lycanroc to even notice her sitting on him. Mew let her feet dangle off his face and she cleared her throat. 

“Lick.” she commanded.

Adhnúall felt she was already wet, and as her juices slowly slid down his nose and threatened to drip off he began to bathe her feet with his tongue.

“You’re very good with your tongue…that being said, I want my feet spotless for my pedicure, yes?” Mew asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” Adhnúall said as he quickly went to work on her feet.

Mew stifled back a moan of her own, and resisted plunging her fingers deep inside of herself, for the time being. Masters should, after all, set a good example for their chaste pets….

Right now, she focused on the good doggie doing his best to please her, as his tongue slathered her feet in saliva.

. . .

Astraeus opened his eyes to find himself back in the bassinet, as if it were all some dream. He knew it was not though as he still ached from his treatment.

“Good morning!” a voice said, cutting through the canopy of his bed and shattering his seclusion.

Claws tore open the canopy, but this time, it was a happy face to greet him. Gone was the salazzle with that grin and laugh.

“Nyx! You’re okay!” Astraeus exclaimed.

She stopped to snicker. “Um? That’s a weird thing to say baby, are you alright?”

“What are you saying? Pokémon came here and attacked you! I was kidnapped!” Astraeus said.

Her brows furrowed as she reached in to pick up Astraeus.

“Is the baby not feeling well? Coeus came home after we got back here, we all ate dinner, and then it was your night-night time. You were most certainty not ‘kidnapped’. I don’t even know where you learned such a scary word…”

“No, that all really happened! They even took some diapers, count them for yourself!”

Nyx sighed. “The extra ones in your diaper bag? Yes, I saw them this morning that’s all. None are missing.”

“You have to go to the police! If you won’t, I will.” Astraeus replied pointedly.

“What has gotten into you? Nothing you say happened sweetie, you have to calm down.”

Astraeus said nothing for a moment. Something wasn’t right here, that was for sure. It most certainty happened – it was not a dream.

‘Ah! The hypno must have altered their memories!’

His eyes widened as he realized he was being placed back into the bassinet and Nyx spoke again,

“Hold on there for a second, I need to get something.”

He tried to call out, but she didn’t heed him as she shut the door behind her. Which left him all alone, once again.

“That tracks I guess, the psychic type must have changed their memories. All five of them were much too brazen and had no sense of caution the whole time…” Astraeus mumbled to himself.

The evidence department was also sorely lacking. It was only his word against everyone else, and there was no way a hysterical sounding toddler would be believed. Still, he was on edge, he had to be, for fear of those pokémon swiping him.

He took a deep breath – he would keep on telling her, even if she didn’t want to hear it.

The door swung open again and he saw Nyx trying to balance a plethora of paraphernalia, one he recognized almost immediately was the bottle filled with milk. The others were quite colorful at the very least.

Nyx set the bottle down, and took a few of the colorful items and other items over to where he was. He was standing up in the bed with his hands on the railing now watching.

“I figured we can try cloth diapers too, some of these designs were just too cute to pass up!”

Before he could even get a word out, the riolu was picked up and then gently carried over to the middle of the room. Nyx started to set him supine on the ground and began to undo the tapes to his diaper.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Astraeus cried.

Nyx shook her head and steadied him, saying, “Oh, it won’t hurt you to try on a few – I got thirty, so you’ll have plenty of variety and colors to choose from.”

‘I don’t give a shit what color diaper I’m wearing!’ he thought bitterly.

Luckily the first cloth diaper was just a simple pewter color with no extra prints. Even more fortunate for him, it seemed it was the one she saw fit to put him in.

“Ask about the previous life she has stowed away under the bed…I think you’ll find it interesting.” a voice said.

He looked around the room, utterly confused. Nyx was busying herself with fitting an insert into the cloth diaper and hadn’t otherwise said anything, he hadn’t said anything…but the voice didn’t say anything else.

“What about the thing you have under the bed, Nyx?” Astraeus waved, trying to get her attention.

The zoroark looked at him funny for a moment, before her eyes flashed in realization. She quickly stood up and said,

“Oh! Baby, did you hurt yourself? I should have put it away…I just stuffed it under there when you first came here.” Nyx said, mumbling something else before she walked over to her bed and started to bend down under it.

She took out a thin, rectangular object out from under the bed, and when she opened it – a rapier lied in the plush, velvet box.

As she picked it up gingerly, she began to hold the rapier, jutting it straight out for a moment. The pommel was decorated as a blooming rose while the swept hilt functioned as protection and added decoration of vines and thorns.

“Whoa! I didn’t know you were so cool!” Astraeus blurted out.

Nyx cracked a smile and put down the sword tip to the carpet and said, “Oh? Am I not already cool for changing your diapers and feeding you?” Clearly in jest, she put her hand on her hip.

Astraeus went red in the face. “Ah, well yeah, of course…”

He glanced down to realize he was still on the ground with his diaper unfastened. He reached to cover his privates, and asked, “Why do you have it?”

She looked down for a moment, hesitant. Then, she looked back at the riolu. “I used to be something of a mercenary. I was hired by a bunch of different pokémon during the very start of the Revolution. I did things I’m not very proud of, to other pokémon and even humans, so I quit that life.”

Astraeus said nothing, he didn’t even know if he needed to. He trusted himself to read between the lines…

Nyx had since boxed the rapier up and clambered up to the closet, putting it on the topmost shelf, ensuring that it couldn’t be reached by the small riolu. With that, she started to mosey on back to Astraeus, who was now standing.

He now accepted that the zoroark was much stronger than him in every respect, and that being the case Nyx had managed to easily push him back down onto the carpeted floor. She grasped the cloth diaper from earlier and started to slip it under his rear.

She frowned for a moment before grabbing a nearby canister. When she shook it, it revealed itself to be baby powder floating down on his crotch.

“More powder can never hurt.” she mused, but then came to a stop, as if in thought.

She then stood up once again, having been crouched over Astraeus up till now and dug around in some other tote bag of hers. In truth, Astraeus could have gotten up at any moment and vigorously protest all this, but he didn’t.

All the powder would make a mess and Nyx would put a stop to any escape attempts. It was times like this where he did actually feel like a bit of a baby – small, helpless, and powerless.

Once back, Nyx had gathered even more things in her hands. She slipped a small microfiber diaper liner under him before grabbing what appeared to be a booster.

“I just wonder how many I should do…one? Three?” Nyx mumbled to herself, before bringing Astraeus’s hands to his sides, taking away his only shield against prying eyes looking at his nethers.

“I don’t need any!”

Nyx shushed him as she put a finger to his mouth, and said, “Inside voice, baby. Remember?”

He growled in indignation – she had no right to dismiss him like that! Nyx must’ve not heard however, as she went about contentedly, before deciding a single diaper booster was sufficient for now.

Having made that very important decision she then promptly went about snapping the diaper up, and covering his front in utter babyhood. Astraeus started to push up, but then found himself being pushed down gently.

“Sorry little guy, we aren’t done yet, hang in there.” Nyx said.

She brought up an identically colored pewter diaper cover up his legs, and it perfectly covered everything up. Before he could even use his paws and legs to get up from the ground, Nyx had stuffed them all into beige colored mittens, pulling the straps tight enough to where he wouldn’t be able to undo them. There were no fingers stitched into them, so he was really reduced to balled up hands, and unable to use them. His feet hadn’t fared much better, with the soles being so spongy and soft, it was difficult to even balance. If there was any silver lining, it was equipped with grippers on the feet to prevent sliding.

To match his pair of booties and mittens then came a similarly colored beige onesie, which luckily didn’t have frills on its collar or cuffs. Unluckily, however, it featured big, white bubble letters that read: “Future Lucario”.

“I don’t want to wear that.” Astraeus said deadpan.

Nyx shook her head. “Well, I want you to – it’s so nice and snug and comfy, you’ll love it!”

“I said I don’t want to wear that stuff!” Astraeus snapped.

Nyx sighed. “Goodness, what a grumpy grumpig you’re being!”

When she went to try to put it on him, Astraeus did his best to wiggle and squirm. She couldn’t even get a leg in before Astraeus said,

“I told you, I don’t want to wear the onesie!”

She set down the onesie to look at the riolu in his eyes. “Be a good puppy for me Astraeus and please don’t fight with me! I don’t want to have to have to punish you.”

His ears instantly shrank back upon hearing that, hearkening back to his punishment at the hands of those three.

“How would you punish me? Would you spank me too?”

Nyx’s eyes softened – she was never that great at playing the disciplinarian, and she said,

“What! No, I’d never do something like that! I never used corporal punishment with Coeus – I’m not going to use it with you… did your Mommy and Daddy spank you?”

“No… I don’t think so.” He couldn’t really remember, but a gut feeling told him no.

Nyx crouched down next to him.

"Why don’t you want to wear the nice clothes I picked for you, baby?” she asked, apparently satisfied to not question him on that topic any further.

“It’s embarrassing…everyone is going to laugh at me.” Astraeus mumbled.

She shook her head. “That’s silly… who’s going to laugh – me and Coeus haven’t.” she said, “but…if it would make you feel better, how about a deal: At home, I dress you up all nice and cozy and when we go outside I can put you in big boy clothes, how about that?”

Astraeus could think of a few pokémon who would laugh. Though, he weighed his options and there wasn’t really any better deal than he was being offered right now. Nyx didn’t need his permission to dress him in embarrassing outfits technically.

‘I guess this way I can minimize embarrassment outside….’ Astraeus reasoned, as terrible of an offer as it was…

“Fine…” he sighed.

The zoroark clapped her hands and with a giddy smile she once again resumed putting the outfit onto the riolu. Astraeus of course still had quite the sour face on him as his arms and legs were finally situated in the onesie, Nyx seemingly having a knack for the most infantile outfits imaginable.

She pulled his arms up, and set him on his feet when she was done, taking a moment to admire Astraeus.

“Gosh, you look so cute in that!” Nyx exclaimed, “Now, I think we should get something in that little tummy of yours, it might make you less of a sourpuss.”

She walked over to the chair in the corner with the riolu in tow, and upon swiping the bottle, she began to hold it expectantly to his mouth.

Astraeus threw his head back in frustration, surely this was not his life nowadays?

“Come on~! I know the little one wants his baba!” Nyx said, trying to coax him.

“Can I have something else-!”

“Of course, I just want to make sure you have your bottle, we can rustle up something else for you.” Nyx said, taking the opportunity to slip the nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

She saw it fit to hold the bottle in his mouth for him, and now that he had mittens on it did make it harder to hold anything Astraeus had to admit. He sensed that there was little other choice but to continue to nurse – it was the same sweet, warm taste as from before, so that was at least a comfort.

Of course, nursing from a bottle shouldn’t have ever evoked a sense of comfort to begin with, Astraeus mentally cringed as he told himself.

Despite his reluctance, the bottle slowly drained ever downward and towards his belly. Nearing the end, finally, he could feel all the milk had begun to slosh around in his stomach.

With a bloated groan he stretched his legs and a wave of contentment swept over him. Soon, he felt himself being put over the zoroark’s shoulder and his back was rubbed and patted gently.

It was a very small burp, almost not even audible, but Nyx heard it, and she was quite happy.

“Baby burped this time! Good job!”

Astraeus did his best not to listen to the praise, but his body seemed dead set to betray him – his tail had inadvertently begun to wag back and forth. Nyx started to make for the door, and tossed over her shoulder,

“I’ve gotten a lot of new things for you while you slept – this next one was long overdue frankly.”

They traveled down the hall way and upon entering the kitchen, Astraeus was met with a sight he would have rather avoided. A highchair was now docked at the table – much like the previous one he’d been stuffed in by his kidnappers – it was bright green and made of a sturdy kind of plastic.

She didn’t wait for any words from him as she went about securing him in the chair. The seat was invitingly plush and comfy looking, decorated with Igglybuffs. As it contoured to his butt and back, settling as he sat down in it, Nyx strapped him in via the five point harness.

The crotch strap was pulled snugly over his diaper front, tautly pulled to rub his little doggy bits in all the wrong ways. He had but a moment to think on that before Nyx brought down the serving tray, effectively sealing him in.

“I don’t need a highchair!” Astraeus whined as he went to undo the straps holding him down.

Nyx caught him though and lightly batted at his hands, and said, “Please, please don’t fight me on this. Why must you fight me on every little thing Astraeus?”

“Because! I’m not a baby, I don’t want to be treated like this!” Astraeus responded as he went to undo the straps again.

Nyx simply batted away his hands again and held them at his sides.

“No, Astraeus, it’s breakfast time.” she said, trying to use as calm a voice as she could.

With that said, she went to the counter to bring back a few jars of baby food. Nyx set down the jar of pureed carrots and green beans on the tray, unscrewed it, and plunged a blue plastic baby spoon that was modeled after a Latios.

“Open up, here comes the Latios!” Nyx said as she moved the spoon about in the air to mimic a flying motion.

“T he missing part of her keeps her awfully lonesome – she’s missing part of herself and that’s why she so desperate to keep you. Quickly, ask! She’ll put down that spoon in an instant~!”

That voice rang again in his head – it sounded feminine, but it didn’t sound anything like Nyx’s. But, last time he’d garnered useful information…so what was the harm in listening to it again?

As the spoon was now dangerously close to his mouth, Astraeus quickly said it.

“Is it true? Do you really have a missing part of you – one that makes you want to keep me?”

The zoroark furrowed her eyes for a moment in confusion as the spoon was suspended in the air. But slowly, her eyes widened in realization – and she went practically pale in the face.

The spoon clattered to the ground.

“Who told you something is missing?” Nyx asked, her voice beginning to crack.

“Well, no one told me really…” Astraeus answered as honestly as he could.

Nyx grew silent and rigid. Her lips were pushed into a thin straight line as she started to run through her mane with her fingers.

“Did you do that with your Aura powers? Answer me, Astraeus.” Nyx said, baring a hand on his shoulder.

“I think so…but I don’t know how.” Astraeus said, confused.

Nyx then slowly went to unbuckle Astraeus, and then quickly set him on the ground. With no words spoken, she briskly walked down the hallway, and barely turned her head.

“I need some time to be alone, Astraeus. Don’t bother me, please.” Nyx said, deadpan.

Astraeus meanwhile had confusion plastered all over his face – as he still wasn’t terribly enlightened on anything that transpired.

He then practically jumped out of his skin as he heard a shrill laugh drift throughout the kitchen.

“Wow, that sure shut her up!”

Astraeus spun around in a circle and tried to scan the area for anyone – but it seemed he was truly alone.

“Who are you?”

“You are quite rude as I punish doggies for a lot less you know…” the voice said. “Nevertheless, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Astraeus. I’m the beginning of everything, the bestower of all life - I am Mew.”

 

 

Notes:

Plot progression is something that won't happen on my watch >:] (But it will happen next chapter, I swear lmao)

Chapter 7: Delude

Summary:

he doesn't want to be here

The riolu’s blood ran cold. Either he was delusional or the voice was telling the truth, but both explanations seemed like bad news for him.

“Soon enough we’ll meet each other, I just have to make sure you’re ready, after all, you dogs are all so prone to misbehave.” the voice rang again in his head.

“You and your posse have some nerve, but I’ll make you regret it!” Astraeus snapped as he jabbed a finger in front of himself, as if they were having a face to face conversation.

“Maybe she won’t, but I would certainty spank you; it’s in your best interest to watch your tongue.”

He wondered if he should go straight to Nyx and tell her about all of this, but then quickly thought it foolish. There was no way to prove anything to her and she was convinced he had a wild imagination as it was.

“Isn’t it sad? Getting her womb removed and everything? No wonder she’s desperate to scoop up every little whelp off the street.” Mew carried on.

Astraeus sputtered in disbelief. “What are talking about? You’re just as creepy as the others.”

“You’re a silly doggie, almost charming for a dog really, but that won’t save you when I get my hands on you~.”

He waited a few moments more, but only silence came. Perhaps she saw it fit to antagonize him from afar and skitter away, perhaps she would see to it that he’d be scooped up immediately and carried off to her lair… It was pretty cowardly in his opinion, but then again, there was the term 'scaredy-cat'. This so called mythical had seen fit to let others do her dirty work for her. 

Even in his days as a Trainer, Astraeus never fashioned himself to be a great listener, and this was one such case. It’s not like he could do much, but he did nevertheless feel bad for the zoroark, doomed to never have progeny of her own as it was. 

He pattered off down the hallway and upon reaching Nyx’s door, he realized it was not fully closed, being slightly left ajar. With a mighty heave he swung the door to reveal the zoroark sitting on her bed, looking quite reserved.

“Are you okay?”

When the zoroark turned to meet the riolu’s eyes, she had a blank stare for a moment but then managed a small smile – that kind of meaningless smile one would give in terrible situations, they would never believe the smiles themselves but some are expected to smile through everything and at all cost.

“The puppy doesn’t listen very well I see…” she said, trying to remain lighthearted.

“I like to think I listen to hearts and minds very well though,” Astraeus replied, and while he stepped closer to the bed he asked,

“That being the case, why was your womb taken out?”

It was dangerous to be speaking like this, really. Yet, he persisted. Nyx’s belief that he was a toddler seemed to be unshakable anyway, Astraeus thought glumly, so there was little reason to think she’d grow suspicious.

The zoroark looked taken aback. Still, she composed herself and perhaps figured it was not worth fighting to hide it anymore.

“You’re very smart for your age, you know?” Nyx mused as she sat up from the bed, “Though it was not my choice for it to be removed. A man took it from me.”

“Why?”

“Because pokémon can be just as bad as humans can be.” Nyx said pointedly.

What do you say to someone who doesn’t want to talk about something? Any words that he wanted to say had died on his lips.

Nyx glanced at the clock situated in the corner of the room.

“Oh...jeez. I’ve got to get you dressed and ready for daycare!”

Astraeus gulped.

. . .

It didn’t look like his old high school or college campus, that was for sure – much too colorful and approachable. All that being said that really only solidified the embarrassment of the whole thing: it’s not like he was going to a school with a little daycare attached to it, he’d be in a building whose sole purpose was taking care of diaper wearing babies. (Of which he was now one too regrettably.) There was also the plain novelty of it all, and irony to boot. This was not the typical “daycare” he was used to, but rather it was for literal children.

Having said that, it was still not terribly remarkable either, still being constructed of brick. In his mind he’d pictured the pokémon making something of dirt and leaves… It had a bright green roof with large letters with “Everstone Daycare” emblazoned on it. A wave of embarrassment swept over the riolu as the automatic doors opened for them as he realized this wasn’t a joke.

On the plus side, he was now out of the stupid onesie and instead sported a simple green cotton short sleeved shirt and a pair of khakis.

Of course if someone were observant enough they would see the prominent diaper bulge in his pants that he desperately wanted to hide to no avail.

He was now even sporting socks and shoes, for now he was just given hand-me-downs. At first he thought it a bit funny for a pokémon to wear shoes, but here he was sporting a pair of blue and white shoes with Velcro strips. He guessed Nyx thought shoelaces were too complex for him.

It was not what he expected when he first walked in, it actually reminded him of the doctor’s what with how clinical it looked.

“Hi, I’m here to drop Astraeus off! I’m Nyx, I spoke with one of your people this morning?”

At the counter there was a machoke sitting down with a computer.

“Yes…” they said as trailed off, looking at the computer and scrolling the mouse, “Ah, there you are, Miss Nyx…you can follow me to Room Two.”

The pokémon motioned for her to follow and Nyx in short order took hold of Astraeus’s hand once again as she walked the short distance to the room, which from just the colorful door the riolu had a suspicion he would find it insufferable.

It was.

Opening the door let him see the room, or perhaps prison cell, that he’d be staying in. At once, he noticed the difference of the floor – the room was completely covered in soft, spongy, foam tiles, ensuring that no little one hurt themselves. A large window let in natural light and let one see the rolling meadows the building was situated against. The room carried about a slight smell of talcum powder with it Astraeus noticed. There were play mats with toys scattered all across the room along with tables and chairs for the little ones to sit at. There was even a reading area with books tucked away in the corner of the room, and a few children were absorbed in a book.

There were no humans in the room, just pokémon of all kinds. It seemed to be a room for toddlers if Astraeus was forced to guess, from the diapers and the occasional pull-ups some wore. Honestly, most of the children weren’t wearing anything. A third perhaps were wearing training pants but only a small handful were wearing diapers – which would make him stand out even more. He appeared to be the “littlest” of the already little ones here….

Most were wearing clothes, but those that wore the aforementioned diapers and pull-up style training pants didn’t have any pants on, rather just shirts, which was presumably done for easier checking and changing.

‘At least they didn’t stuff me in the newborn room…’ he thought.

Twenty or so toddlers were up and about in the room, but surprisingly the room was well-kept and there were no toys strewn about for the most part. 

Astraeus frowned as he saw no real place to hide, everything was unfortunately out in the open, save for the door leading to a bathroom. He peered inside to see a small children-sized toilet next to a few plastic training potties and of course the changing table.

Something told him he would become intimately acquainted with the latter.

Their group arriving caused everyone to stop and stare for a moment, even the two daycare workers in charge of everything glanced at them.

He forced himself to be cooperative during breakfast. As much as eating baby food pained him, considering the zoroark was down on her luck seemingly, and maybe down a uterus or two…but he didn’t want to go through that experience again. Nyx would just have to accept it.

“This over here is Arsinoe,” the machoke said, motioning over to the adult floatzel who led the class, “and the other one is Bernice.” he pointed at a gothitelle.

Arsinoe came up to greet the two, and said, “Hello, I take it he’s newest addition to our group?”

Nyx nodded. “Yes, Astraeus here will be joining for the day,” she stopped to crouch down to Astraeus’s level, “just for today sweetie – I have to run a few errands, promise to be good, okay?”

He nodded along, sensing she wanted an answer.

“Right, you’ll have a fun time here, don’t worry,” Arsinoe said as she turned to the riolu, “however, it is recommended for those wearing diapers and undergoing potty training here to forgo pants – it makes for an easier time checking and changing the little ones diapers.”

“I guess I can see the benefit…” Nyx said.

With a flourish of her hands, Nyx then went about whisking down his pants.

“Hey!” Astraeus cried.

“No pants might be best for little Astraeus here – he’s very self-conscious about his diaper, so this might help him adjust to it more.” Nyx said to the floatzel, who nodded in agreement.

Nyx fumbled around in the bag she’d brought and retrieved what she was looking for.

“We’re trying cloth for the day, here’s his wet bag.” Nyx explained as Arsinoe accepted it.

With a small kiss on his cheek Nyx turned around to leave with his pants in tow, much to his annoyance. The machoke soon followed suit and left behind her out the door.

He just stood there for a moment – it wasn’t like the zoroark to just drop him off with some strangers. Truthfully, he was also a bit shocked about being left with no pants, as he hated having to wear diapers in the first place and now anyone could get an eyeful of them….

“You just missed out on snack time, but there’s still plenty for you to do here. You’ll fit right in kiddo!” Arsinoe told him.

He gave her a quick glance over his shoulder as he walked off.

‘I’m stuck here surrounded by babies!’

There wasn’t really anywhere to hide, no columns or little nook or cranny to squeeze himself into. Another pressing concern that arose was his bowels, for they protested with an even greater urgency then before. 

He had tried to hold ever since he got there, and first felt the telltale pressure building up on the train. The last thing he’d wanted to do was put on a show for total strangers in the train though.

His eyes light up, this was an opportunity potentially. There was no nagging zoroark around.

Astraeus made a dash for the bathroom door before the floatzel cut him off, and said, “There’s no reason for you to go in there – potties aren’t toys.”

‘Why does everyone keep saying that? I want to use it, not play with it!’ he thought bitterly, stomping his foot in irritation.

Though it only took a simple closing of the door to completely stop him in his tracks as he couldn’t never have hoped to reach the doorknob from the ground.

“I have to go to the bathroom, please!” he said, trying to keep the inevitable from happening.

Arsinoe shook her head, dashing his hopes once again. “Miss Nyx said you weren’t even close to being potty trained,” she leaned in and put on a more conspiratorial tone, “and I can see that potty face of yours already.”

With that said, she began to walk away to attend to a stufful who needed help with some crafts he was making. Astraeus huffed in annoyance but padded over to where the gothitelle was instead.

He poked her with his finger to get her attention. “Excuse me, could I go to the bathroom?”

She shook her head. “Sorry little guy, your name isn’t on the potty chart.” She pointed to the chart close by on the wall.

It featured everyone who was potty training currently, or at least ones who could at least claim they knew how to use the potty, spelling out their names with big bubble letters – it also had recorded everyone’s progress with stickers. Most had done average, one pokémon had accidents in every square, and another pokémon had stars, indicating success if he had to guess, and had no accidents at all. Stickers showing rain clouds and a lightning bolt dotted the chart as well.

The rain clouds were pretty intuitive, rain being a wet diaper. That left the clouds with lightning….

His stomach gave a loud gurgle as Astraeus was then inclined to crouch down instinctively – finally unable to stop nature’s call. He felt his diaper tighten at his waist as he bent down.

“Those must represent dirty diapers…” he mumbled to himself, taking a moment to appreciate the timely observation….

Astraeus tried to run to the bathroom himself, but it was too late.

It was even worse then he had thought originally – last night’s dinner, having been the first real, significant food he’d had in days meant that it would be much more than a small mess that he’d be depositing in his diaper.

“Miss Bernice, he’s going poopy!” the stufful exclaimed and pointed an accusing finger at Astraeus, no doubt recognizing the telltale signs of a potty face.

The teacher, likewise, didn't need any pointers either; her years of experience with little ones had made her privy to the different bathroom habits of younger children. Some would find a corner for privacy's sake and squat down, and others would simply pause and let loose right in the middle of what they were doing, no questions asked. 

This little riolu seemed to be the latter she thought. 

The gothitelle nodded silently, thankfully letting the riolu do his business in peace – relatively speaking. Perhaps it was paranoia but he felt as if the room had grown quieter...those two were certainty watching him, Astraeus glanced at the stufful who after watching him for sometime had went back to the origami they had been trying to make. It wasn't the most entertaining thing ever, after all, there were so many diapers filled all day, after a while it was no longer noteworthy.  

“I don’t need backseat commentary!” Astraeus hissed under his breath, made all the harder as he was trying his best to not completely shit his guts out – and he certainty didn’t need it pointed that his backseat was currently being filled.

But after the first few bits came out, what was the point? It was certainty what his body thought, as his willpower then seemed to instantly shatter into tiny pieces – his body was seeing to it that everything got out.

Wave after wave of embarrassment began to hit him, matching in tandem with the wave after wave of something decidedly grosser in the back end of his diaper.

By the time he was finished tears had began to well up in his eyes and threatened to roll down his face.

Luckily, Bernice seemed to recognize his distress and quickly took his hand and led him to the bathroom, shushing his protestations throughout.

Once in the bathroom she lifted him up and sat him down on the changing table.

A few signs plastered the walls, one was above the toilets and the other was next to the sink. The first one was a colorful diagram detailing usage of the potty, a happy looking ralts was sitting down on an equally colorful training potty. 

The other chart was more text based and told children to wash and scrub their hands after using the toilet, Astraeus made a face as he noted he wouldn’t be able to follow either of those directions for the foreseeable future.

Flanking the small toilet on either side was a blue and pink plastic potty with childish motifs on them, complete with fake handles and splash guards. They were really just glorified and hollowed-out basins, but to the riolu he would have used them in a heartbeat. His nose told him that at least one of them had yet to be cleaned out for he smelt the harsh scent of urine. His eyes confirmed it, as his vantage point allowed him to see the pink training potty still had some pee pooled in it.

He cringed as his diaper squished against the plush blue top of the table. He also noticed stairs that could be pulled out for easier access – Bernice had apparently decided to forgo it, seeing the riolu as too little to be trusted with the responsibility of climbing up stairs to get his diaper changed. She went to strap him down and reached for a pair of rubber gloves from a box within arms reach.

With a resounding snap of the gloves as she put them on, Astraeus moaned as he realized his embarrassment was only getting started.

She had also retrieved a paper liner and slipped it under him to safeguard against any messes. Maybe scared wasn’t the right word, but it was for sure strange having his diaper changed by someone other than Nyx.

His diaper was snapped open and she let gravity do the work, it falling down on its own as she reached into the cabinets below and kept a hand on him. Wipes, rash ointment, baby powder, and a rattle of all things were brought out from below and placed on the table with him. He reluctantly accepted the rattle and held onto it, not knowing what else to do with it. His aura appendages began to rile up, floating of their own accord.

In the crevices of Bernice’s mind Astraeus saw that he was nothing more than a baby, there was a slight pang of disgust that wrenched itself into his head coming from her throughout the current process. Astraeus couldn’t really blame her seeing as even he thought it was disgusting.

Resolving to not use the rattle he set it aside for the time being. He never really knew what to do during changes and could really only twiddle his thumbs together, as what can you really say as someone wipes your butt for you?

He was going through the motions by now, as he had unfortunately been through too many changes for his liking. Staring at the ceiling was not particularly entertaining.

“These will fit nicely I think.” Bernice said as she had a disposable diaper in her hand. “Your mommy said Size 5 would be best….”

It was pretty much the same as all the other diapers he’d been changed into, expect this had ABC block decals serving as wetness indicators on the front of it. His cloth diaper had since been emptied of his mess via the toilet and secured into his wet bag Nyx had brought.

It was over quickly, so practiced was the other pokémon that Astraeus thought she was his best diaper changer yet. (Not that he had a formal list or anything like that as it would have been utterly beneath him.)

“You’re very well-behaved, thank you sweetie.” Bernice said.

Astraeus nodded and started to sit up as she went to throw away her gloves. Then, she took him him off the changing table and once she set him down on the floor she quickly washed her hands.

“Stay there for a moment please.” she said of him, and went to find something in the lower cabinet.

She had quickly retrieved a piece of green paper and some marker and after scribbling something down on it she brought closer to Astraeus. He recognized it as a sticker – it had a single check mark.

It had six or so sections with the header “Changed at:” representing a time and below it had options for “wet” or “dirty” diapers. Astraeus nearly gasped when he saw it, and crossed his arms. He didn’t need the whole world to know he got a dirty diaper of his changed at 11:34 AM….

In a flash he ripped it off his shirt and was about to crumple it up but was stopped by the gothitelle who batted away his hands gently.

“Let’s keep that sticker on, shall we?” she asked.

“Let’s not.”

She simply stuck it back on him.

He simply tore it off himself again.

Bernice pursed her lips and quietly went down to the lower cabinet of the changing table to retrieve a pair of pink baby mittens.

“If you take it off again I’ll have to put you in these, it’s your choice.”

He mumbled under his breath about the indignity of it all. Though Astraeus didn’t want to be mittened either, he wouldn’t be able to take it off again, or really do much of anything, so he sighed but nodded in understanding.

The teacher’s attention turned to the plastic potty and she said, “Ah, I’ll need to clean that up in a second.”

The two of them then went out into the main room and with a parting pat on the head Bernice then left him in the middle of the room as she went back into the other room to clean.

He had no idea what to do, he never thought himself good around children and here he was in a room full of them. Most children he found utterly annoying, they screamed and cried and were all around insufferable. Loath to admit it, but Astraeus felt that most older people and pokémon would find him annoying now too.

Needless to say, but he was still a bit paranoid as the entire room could have very well seen him pooping his pants and with shifting eyes, he began to glance around.

“Hey!” a voice called out from behind him which nearly caused him to have to be sent to the changing table again.

He spun around, quite surprised to see a fennekin of all pokémon. They were a small quadrupedal pokémon with daffodil hued fur save for the tip of its large bushy tail and the insides of its ears. Its ears were practically as big as its head. It sported a hot pink ribbon around its tail, tied to its base and also had a smaller pink ribbon tied around her neck. On all four legs of theirs there were cotton stockings with ruffled lace trims, going almost all the way up to the top of her legs with had little pink bows decorating them. There was just a bit of fur and skin showing above her legs, but otherwise the leggings swallowed up her lower half. She smelled faintly of honeysuckle and cinnamon.

Lithe in form, she was a small figure to say the least. A small narrow muzzle led to a cute, girlish, button-shaped nose. Her paws seemed equally as dainty, they could not have been any bigger than his. Her fur was shiny and well groomed, it appeared to be perfectly put in place everywhere and he doubted that she was the one responsible for appearance. Her black eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked to him for a response, hopeful.

She carried with her an infectious, albeit childish sense of exuberance that Astraeus tried very hard not to replicate.

“My name is Astraea, what’s your name?”

He furrowed his brows. Did he know that name?

Of course…

She was the top potty trainer in the class, not having even a single accident recorded.

He glanced at the chart and saw her name at the very top. Not a single accident over the entire week. It pissed him off quite frankly, so skilled at it she was, she didn't even have training pants on. And naturally, with no absorbent underwear, he had an eyeful of her hind, whether he wanted to or not. 

He quickly shut his eyes and lightly shook his head to rid himself of the image. 

“I’m Astraeus.” he said monotone.

“Do you want to play with me?”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do right now…” Astraeus said through gritted teeth.

The fennekin nodded and quickly took his hand in hers. “We can do arts and crafts!”

He would have stood there in silence, dumbfounded, if the fennekin hadn’t pulled him with her to the crafts area. Clearly however good she was at using the toilet didn’t translate to understanding sarcasm….

But the baby gate seemed nigh impenetrable to him, as of course was the door directly in front of it, so he really had no way of getting out of here in the first place, so all that being said, what was the harm in doing some doodling?

The two went over to a plastic table, low to the ground, and quite colorful. Already laid out on it were sets of white printer paper and an assortment of crayons and colored pencils. Astraea soon took her seat right next to him and went about getting busy concocting some necklace of all things.

There was a small box of colored beads of various shapes, sizes, and colors and she began to thread some of them through the small string, her tongue sticking sideways out of her mouth in concentration.

“I’m making this for my Auntie!” the fennekin said, quite proud of the fact.

Astraeus only nodded politely, which was probably the nicest thing he could muster to do at the moment because he really didn’t give a shit about who she made the damn thing for.

To busy himself he took the opportunity to swipe some paper and pencils and started to draw. He didn’t really know what he would draw, and he didn’t consider himself a fantastic artist by any means. Nevertheless he began to pick up a light yellow pencil, because every drawing started with a sun in the corner, no?

Astraea was halfway done with the beaded necklace before she abruptly announced,

“I’ve gotta peepee.”

‘What is it about little children broadcasting their bathroom habits...I don’t want to know that!’ Astraeus thought.

She left and bounded off to the bathroom herself, evidently not needing any assistance from the teachers.

“At least I have some peace and quiet…” he mumbled under his breath.

He took a peek at the fennekin’s necklace. It was unremarkable in his opinion, entirely expected of a young child. It had alternating purple and pink beads with the occasional clear plastic bead separating them.

His drawing wasn’t anything amazing either, it featured a bright sun in the corner set against a blue sky which in turn overlooked a sprawling meadow. A simple stick figure took center stage.

Astraeus glanced around to look at the teachers. They were all busy with other toddlers. The baby gate and door was within sight. Perhaps if he could quickly and quietly sneak over there and escape somehow…

He set down his colored pencil and had just started to clamber up from his chair before he he heard footsteps.

“I’m back!” a voice said behind him, causing him to whip around to see Astraea had come back from her trip to the bathroom, evidently successful.

“Do you have to go?”

Astraeus furrowed his brows. “Um…no. Nyx hasn’t returned yet.”

‘But I really wish it was time to go….’ he thought.

Astrea gave him a quick look over, her eyes zeroed in on his diaper area and without warning put a paw on his diaper, causing a crinkle. Before Astraeus could even pull away the fennekin had given it a testing squeeze and was satisfied enough to retract her digits.

“Oh, so you really didn’t have to go peepee,” Astraea said, “do you have to make poopy?”

“Wait, that’s what you meant?” Astraeus asked, incredulous. “No! I don’t have to!” he added quickly.

Who did this kid think they were? He didn’t need diaper checks from someone who looked no older than five! Astraeus felt his cheeks turn red in embarrassment as the girl giggled. This wasn't the first little kid that had checked his diaper either he remembered as his cheeks flushed red. That weird eevee had given him the longest and most brazen check to date, and had even kissed him. Having every child he met check his diaper wasn't something he wanted to become common practice, that was for sure!

Astraea either didn’t mind, or didn’t see and just sat back down in her seat, evidently satisfied. The riolu snorted in exasperation but sat down too.

”I also had to poopy! But it was okay, I wiped my butt really, really good. See?” The fennekin declared. 

Astraeus turned to tell her to stop talking but was greeted by a full on view of her dandelion colored butt. As much as he didn’t want to, she’d planted herself, and her butt, just a few mere inches away from his face. 

She had no intention of preserving her modesty it seemed, as her tail rose straight up in the air to give him a completely unobstructed view of her bottom, which to her credit was clean. Nestled in between her ass lied her hole, pink and tiny. He glanced a bit lower and saw a peek of her lower lips, puffy and just as pink. 

“Am I all clean? Auntie said it was important I had a clean tushie, but sometimes it’s hard for me to do it. Everyone says I need to wipe myself and no one will do it anymore for me….”

The riolu shifted uncomfortably as he looked at her handiwork, which she was quite proud of evidently. 

'I feel like this shouldn't be something I should look at.' he thought. 

"Am I? Can you see?" Astraea asked again. She spread her legs even further apart, causing the outer lips of her vagina to spread out even further. Her ass was still as curvaceous as ever, perky, and impeccably clean to her credit.

She reached back with her forepaws to separate her asscheeks, and even the smallest touch to them caused her tushie to jiggle as her tail wagged back and forth.

Her stockings screamed modesty, covering practically all her lower body, but she was determined to throw it out the window with her obscene display the riolu thought. She craned her neck back to look at Astraeus, who in turn tried to avert his eyes.

Arsinoe had come over to check on the two, and upon arrival exclaimed,

“Oh, you’ve already made a friend Astraeus, that’s wonderful!”

The riolu had never been happier for the distraction, and once Astraea dropped her wide-legged stance and Astraeus turned to see the floatzel walk up to the two with a wide smile on her face. She had apparently been oblivious to the situation, which he think he preferred it that way too. 

“I checked them Miss, they aren’t wet!” Astraea instantly piped up, seemingly a little proud of herself.

The floatzel nodded, but then went to promptly pull out Astraeus’s waistband to check for possible messes, and took a moment to peer into the the back.

“Hey! Stop!” Astraeus cried.

“Nope, still clean~!” Arsinoe said cheerily as his diaper waistband snapped back into place. “But, I see you’re a bit grumpy; we’re going to be putting down everyone for a nap in a few minutes so try to finish what you’re doing, alright?”

Throughout it all he tried to just focus on the drawing, but it was hard with everyone pulling out your diaper to see if you pooped yourself every two minutes. His picture now included a human stick figure and had a brown dog, a lycanroc, next to it.

He didn’t know what prompted his artistic burst of inspiration, maybe it was boredom – boredom that persisted despite a room full of things to do.

“It’ll be there when you finish, let’s get you all ready for nap time.” Arsinoe said.

Astraeus mumbled but began to set down the pencil he was holding. With the entire room being presumably silent, still, and most importantly, watched over by overzealous caretakers, the riolu entertained but discarded the idea of escape.

He did need to see to it that Nyx came back with his pants anyhow.

Against a wall were a series of cabinets and as Astraeus stopped to look at them, a few of the children were already pouring over themselves to get a mat out. They were all plush, blue mats and some had absorbent lining on the surfaces and were water resistant. 

“If you could follow me, please Astraeus…” Arsinoe said, beckoning him with a finger.

She walked over to a closet and brought out another identical looking mat, fit with its very own absorbent plastic layer. The floatzel rolled it out on the ground and looked to him and said,

“It’s nap time now, so I’d appreciate it if you started to lie down and sleep.”

He shrugged his shoulders and obliged, starting to crouch down.

Upon sitting down on it he noticed the absorbent layer for himself and noted at how crinkly and noisy it was. It was also decidedly not as comfortable as the bassinet. (Not that he would ever admit he liked it.) There was also no blanket, or pillow, or even a stuffed plush…

As other mats took their place next to him, a familiar face was found on his right:  Astraea. The fennekin turned on her side and waved a paw.

“Hey!”

Astraeus waved back, as was polite to do.

The lights had dimmed, signaling the start of nap time. Naturally though, he was still wide-eyed and awake as he didn’t need naps. He didn’t need nap time, he didn’t need diapers, he didn’t need pacifiers – he needed none of it! It was what he told himself at least. 

Yet he still indulged all of them.

For the entire forty five minutes he was stone faced, quiet and awake. Or, rather that’s what should have been expected of an adult, but Astraeus was daydreaming.

Scattered memory fragments played again and again in his head. Forests, plains, cities and towns, and pokémon. All places and people he had to have known at one point. Now they were relegated to ghosts of his imagination.

He felt his eyes flutter open and close, like the wings of a butterfly that just learned to fly. The body he inhibited had all the faults expected of it, it was weak, both in body and bladder. It was also a body prone to exhaustion and tiredness.

This was one such occasion.

. . .

The riolu’s eyes flashed open as annoyance almost immediately set in as he realized he had of course, indulged in yet another nap. Dreams were usually of no significance to Astraeus and whatever bits he had remembered scattered away like dandelion seeds in the wind. He turned over, the sound of plastic rustling in his ears, to look at his surroundings. 

The fennekin had put her mat right up against his, and she’d slept on her side facing him. Her mat didn’t have the absorbent plastic layer however, seeing as she was a ‘big kid’ as far as the teachers were concerned.

While side by side originally, their mats and bodies had became intertwined while sleeping. Astraea had curled up right next to him while he slept, and her face was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

“You tinkled.” A voice cut through his fuming, now replacing it with confusion.

“What?”

“You tinkled in your diapee.” the fennekin said matter of fact.

As if to accentuate her point she put a paw over the front of his diaper yet again, but this time it was very clearly wet. His wetness indicators were nearly all gone, and one wouldn't probably even have to give him a check to realize that he needed a change. She gave it a few very firm squeezes in rapid succession, with her digits wrapping around the outline of his penis each time. Upon finally feeling it, which had grown hard from all the attention, she gasped and pulled back her paw as if touching a hot stove.

“You have a weewee!” she gasped, “I thought you were a girl like me!”

Astraeus blinked.

“I’m not a girl. I’m a guy!” he hissed, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The fennekin nodded but then abruptly left him, bounding away towards one of the teachers. The riolu was red in the face though, practically livid with anger. Just what was so important that the zoroark had to stick him with stupid toddlers that couldn’t discern his gender?

He heard footsteps which could only belong to one of the adults, and he turned around to see Bernice had come up behind him.

“Yep, little one is wet, thank you for telling me Astraea.” The fennekin beamed from the praise, in her mind it was only right to watch out for the little riolu, after all, she didn’t want her new friend to leak all over the floor!

Before he could even say anything he had already found himself being picked up and carried once again to bathroom. 

He was set down on the changing table and quickly strapped down while his caretaker bent down to gather supplies. A flash of yellow fur whizzed by, and Astraea bounded up the stairs of the table. She smiled as she poked her head up and said, 

"Hi!"

Bernice gasped and whirled around, a fresh diaper in tow, exclaiming, "Goodness! You scared me dear, what are you doing here?" 

The fennekin puffed her chest. "They're my friend, I want to be with them!" 

Bernice sighed and put down the items she'd brought over down on the table. "Well, Astraeus needs a change sweetie, you can play with him in a moment, okay?" 

"I can help!" Astraea said.

"That's not necessary." Bernice said plainly. 

Astraea nevertheless shuffled up onto the padded top of the table, there was plenty of room for both the riolu and her, and looked down at the little riolu before her. "He's my friend, friends help each other!" 

The fennekin spied his wet, soggy diaper that was now made yellow from all the urine. She pointed at it, and said, "I wanna change him." 

Bernice sighed. "No, you'll stay outside until I'm done. You can play with him in a moment, little one." 

With that said, she plucked Astraea up from the table and carried her out of the bathroom, with the fennekin wiggling and protesting the entire time, and promptly shut the door. She turned to the riolu and cleared her throat. 

It was about the same process as before, just a bit faster, and just a bit less messy. As if even his penis had been upset about his mistaken identity, it sprang up, erect, during the change and ensured that he wouldn’t be taken for a girl again.

He said nothing throughout the entire ordeal as his penis and testicles were wiped down, still much too mad about what had transpired earlier. It didn’t stop Bernice from cooing at him, patting his head, or telling him that he was “a good little baby”. Just like before, she took the marker and this time had written on his sticker that he was “wet” and “changed at 1:13 PM.”

Never before had his bladder or bowel movements been so readily brought out into the open like that…it was more than a little mortifying.

His old diaper was quickly thrown away into the pail next to the table, eager it was to accept yet another used one into its depths where it would be safe and away from any poor nostrils.

He was quickly taken down from the table and once he was let go, he couldn’t run away fast enough as he made a dash for the door, much too embarrassed to be around the changing table any more.

Astraea once again greeted him as he went out into the playroom. She walked up to him and lowered her head to inspect his new diaper. She giggled, which he found a bit strange as he didn’t think the diaper was particularly funny. 

“Are you sure you’re a boy? She put you in the girl diapees!”

Astraeus looked down in confusion, and instantly spotted the cause of the laughter: his new diaper had pink tapes and had flower decals plastered all over it serving as wetness indicators! 

“What! Why’d she do that?” he said irritably. 

The fennekin shrugged her shoulders and replied, “They must’ve been out of boy diapees.” The riolu snorted. 

He was about to say something to the effect of the teachers were completely incompetent, but as expected of the attention span befitting a toddler, Astraea spoke up, holding something in her paw.

“Look at the necklace, it’s all finished.” she said and held it up to where he could see it.

The necklace, despite simple, wasn’t terrible looking. He was sure her ‘Auntie’ whoever she was, would enjoy it.

“I’ve gotta go, Auntie is here to pick me up. Bye bye!” the fennekin said, as she gave him a quick hug, along with a kiss on his cheek.

Astraeus stood there stunned for a moment, as Astraea had already ran off before he could say anything. He blushed as he watched her go to her caretaker’s side and she gave him a small goodbye wave before turning around.

He looked over to the baby gate, only to see a delphox at the gate. It looked, naturally like any other delphox, with big ears, yellow fur covering its body, and its stick at its side. Immediately however, the other pokémon had seemingly zeroed in on him, focusing on him with a queer intensity.

The smallest smile, barely discernible from Astraeus’s vantage, creeped across the delphox’s face.

Those two then departed without any additional fanfare. This left him alone again – which he didn’t really mind all things considered.

He took a deep exhale, relived, having never been great around children, and went off to sit in the corner of the room.

His diaper crinkled as he sat down. One of the teachers had saw him and went over to where he was.

“Astraeus, I know your friend left but that doesn’t mean you have to sit here by your lonesome – go and play and talk to others!” Bernice said.

“I’m alright, thanks.”

No amount of coaxing would make him budge from the spot, not the teachers, not the other kids in daycare. Sitting in the corner by himself was preferable to him. The minutes ticked by, and dragged along as the riolu had little to occupy the time save for his own mind.

“Astraeus, I’m here to pick you up!”

He saw Nyx standing at the baby gate. Astraeus shook his head, wondering if it was an apparition, but no, it looked like she would become his savior and take him away from the babified hell he found himself in.

Without even a second thought, or a first thought for that matter, he rushed towards the baby gate.

Nyx waved him over, still with her colorful tote bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hey kiddo! I’ve signed you out,” she explained, and had bent over the gate and plucked him out the room, “it’s time to head out!”

He wore a stern face however even as he was brought up over her hip.

“I want my pants back now.”

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed, do feel free to comment and ignore that I accidentally posted it before I was ready and then deleted it but no one has to know aha.

Chapter 8: Ambuscade

Summary:

it happens again

Notes:

As a content warning there is breastfeeding and chastity, I believe everything else in this chapter is relatively expected of a work like this though!

Envisioning flowers as enteral, especially since there are many that do grow back, is a comforting thought. Even more so in this age of impermanence – as it is frightful, dreadful, and terrible above all else. Though there are flowers that bloom at night, and die by day.

Such is the fate of the morning glory.

He wondered if it wept, knowing its fate.

Nyx had not given the plants along the pathway much thought however as she led him by the hand towards the house. She would not let him walk by himself, he had to hold her hand she told him. It was either that or being carried, and he still desperately wanted some autonomy.

At least he wasn’t wearing that stupid sticker anymore, he had since discarded it and had been just about to chuck it, but Nyx made him unfurl it made him hand it to her. He had recalled her saying that she was worried that he hadn’t made a morning poop originally, but that she was glad he did it at the daycare.

He certainty wasn’t glad he had did it…

Still wearing the disposable diaper from the daycare, still dry to boot, his gait was just a little less exaggerated than it would have been with the cloth diaper, which was still tucked away in the wet bag, which was itself ironically in another bag the zoroark had with her. She had however made him wear the plastic pants she'd brought with them, which he didn't like and made a scowl as she put them on him - in front of the entrance of the daycare no less! He still remembered his face burning from embarrassment as a few parents with their own kids passed by, even ones wearing diapers hadn't been wearing them, which only made him even more upset.  

It was still bright and sunny out, and Astraeus wouldn’t have minded it to walk more, but Nyx said there were a few surprises for him. (Which probably didn’t bode well for him.)

Now safely home once again, as the train ride home had been uneventful luckily save some rather public diaper checks. While on the train she had more than once tried to ascertain the state of his diaper and had to fight every urge in his head to not claw his own eyes out as Nyx had pulled back his diaper and had declared, a bit too loud he had thought, that he had a "clean diapee". The riolu saw her (he supposed it was really his residence too now for all intents and purposes) house up ahead in the distance. 

Nyx brought him up along the steps and quickly opened the door. Astraeus quietly shuffled his way inside and waited for the zoroark to enter herself as he folded his arms in anticipation.

“What’s so important that I can’t enjoy such a warm, sunny day?” he said, albeit a bit sarcastic.

Nyx laughed and pet his head as she came into the foyer herself. “We’re going to check out your new nursery baby!”

“Wait, what?”

She scooped him into her arms, and made haste towards the hallway. If he remembered correctly, the room they were going to was the guest room...perhaps a renovation while he was away?

The door swung open to reveal a much more colorful room than he had remembered. During the day, the window let in a great amount of light, flooding it. While the door had been opened, there was a second obstacle in the zoroark's way: a sturdy looking baby gate. She quickly unclasped the lock and opened it, and led Astraeus into the room proper. 

The bed was totally gone from the center of the room, and instead in its place was a crib. In it was a light blue blanket and small pillow with a simple mattress depicting clouds. Above the crib, on the ceiling, hung a baby mobile with decals of stars, clouds, and crescent shaped moons. 

Just a little farther away was a cabinet set against the wall with what appeared to be a baby monitor and a night light. One the other side of the room lied a changing table that while not as elaborate as the one at daycare still had quite the expansive setup. The lower cabinets were all left slightly ajar to reveal glimpses of diaper changing supplies and over a hundred of the disposable diapers she’d bought at the store previously.

Unbeknownst to him however, there was also boxes of wipes, powder, ointment, and everything one would need for changing a baby – even extras like a thermometer, rectal of course as no baby could be trusted to hold one themselves, baby lotion, and the wipe warmer she’d off offhandedly suggested she get.

The top had the changing pad he’d seen her purchase earlier and rested upon the table high. There were even a moveable flight of stairs one could move in and out for easy access to the top. On the table’s side there was even a diaper stacker attached to it, with predictably even more diapers stuffed in it.

Less than a foot away was a green diaper pail, just waiting to be used. Before the riolu had come home from daycare Nyx had carefully gathered up all his used diapers from the trash and had deposited them all into the pail, where they would be out of the way, secured, and most importantly, not able to stink up her house. Once upon a time she had thought it foolish to splurge on one, thinking it a waste of money. That was before she had found a lone sprigatito and taken him in; the little riolu she had come across then in turn had even stinkier diapers than Coeus. 

Perhaps if she had found little girls, it would have been a different story. She silently chuckled to herself, despite that, she wouldn't have it any other way; she would be there to change her stinky, smelly little boys and their equally as stinky, smelly diapers. It wasn't like they could change their own diapers after all....

A large portion of the room was dedicated to what would be his new play area he assumed. It was chock full of baby toys and set against a colorful foam floor. The mesh wall of the pen were nearly two feet high – practically as tall as him, he realized glumly.

In the final corner of the room was the small closet he remembered from earlier and tucked all the way into the corner was a rocking chair. He didn’t recognize the chair from anywhere, but it looked like an antique, with fine upholstery and a pine frame and legs. She had even taken the time to baby proof all the electrical outlets, which he thought was a bit ridiculous; it's not like he'd put a fork in one of the sockets! 

Upon seeing it all, he couldn’t help but be filled with a sense of dread.

Nyx elected to walk over towards the changing table first though, and set him down on the soft padding while readying the straps. 

"The daycare ones aren't as thick, let's get you into some proper protection kiddo." the zoroark said.

In just a few motions she had whisked away his diaper and had already put one of the diapers from the stacker under his bottom, and luckily, she didn't comment on the pink diaper. Almost immediately he could feel a difference in their thickness as his rear met it, now cradled by at least an inch or two of the absorbent padding. While the other one wasn't dirty, its tapes would soon become useless, so Nyx thought it better to tape it up into a tight ball and set it aside. 

With a smile and an affectionate pat to his diaper front, he was then pulled up into a quick hug, as his legs were kept apart from each other due to the diaper's thickness. With a small nod, Nyx then picked him up and began to carry him away from the table. But both of them knew his butt would be parked back on it in no time....

He was given no time to ruminate however and was quickly taken to the chair. Once seated, Nyx kept him firmly in her lap.

“Now, there is one more surprise, it came as a shock to me too really, but the medicine has kicked in, baby!”

“I...wait…” Astraeus sputtered.

Nyx slowly guided his head towards an awaiting breast, all the while Astraeus desperately tried to squirm out of her steely grip. Why couldn’t he resist? Weren’t fighting types supposed to be super strong?

Or maybe he was just weak.

“No! No! No! Stop!” the riolu cried.

He soon found out it might have been better for him to keep his mouth shut as it made his mouth line up perfectly with her nipple.

“Shh, it’s alright…it’s alright…” Nyx said as she tried to comfort him.

Astraeus’s eyes went wide as his mouth latched on. He just stopped and waited, refusing to suckle. It was his only way to resist as the zoroark had been keeping his head firmly planted against her.

She began to frown. “Baby won’t suckle…? What’s the matter Astraeus, does the litten have your tongue?”

“This is wrong! This shouldn’t be happening! I’m an adult, I’m a human!” he moaned as he pulled away from her.

“You are not either of those things. You’re a baby – and a very silly one at that!” Nyx said, giggling as she booped his nose.

He was swiftly pushed back into place against her bosom and once again he did not suckle. Unfortunately his lips had closed on her nipple this time and some of the milk had dribbled into his mouth.

‘Fuckfuckfuck.’ he screamed silently.

He couldn’t spit it with his face pressed against her very easily. While the milk was on his tongue, he couldn’t help but think how that it was sweeter than the formula he’d previously drank, and likewise any milk he’d ever had.

Not that it was any consolation.

He tensed up his face and readied his teeth.

Then, he bit her.

The zoroark yelped in pain from the sudden bite, and Astraeus started to feel a bit bad about it. And, with him biting down on her nipple, to his horror, even more milk had squirted into his mouth. She quickly unlatched him from her, and he just as quickly spat out the remaining milk in his mouth on the carpet.

“Goodness! You aren’t supposed to bite me baby.” Nyx said, still a bit shocked.

“Fuck you!” Astraeus spat out.

Nyx’s face went pale for a moment but quickly gained back some color, as she said, “Astraeus! What in the world?”

Even he was a bit shocked he said it, and he was a bit worried too. Was there a chance he blew his cover? Babies shouldn’t know curse words after all…

“I bet that naughty floragato made you pick it up – gosh, he’s always cursing up a storm! I try to always get him to knock it off…” the zoroark continued.

Nyx then suddenly sat up, still carrying him as she said again, “Well, clearly the little one is processing some big feelings…”

She went and walked over to the crib and then set him down in it.

“I hate to do this, really, but consider yourself in timeout Astraeus for ten minutes. I’m going to brew some tea, but in the meantime I want you to think about what you said.”

Astraeus went red in the cheeks from embarrassment. Timeout? He was an adult!

Nyx quietly closed the door, and Astraeus was left alone.

It felt…so weird! He thought it was a reasonable reaction of course, but he still couldn’t help but feel very small for some reason. He was being talked down to like he was nothing but a misbehaving toddler! (Which he supposed in Nyx’s eyes he was.)

He looked to the bars of the crib and studied them. It would be very difficult to try to climb out, and he certainty couldn’t slip out through the bars.

An ear piercing scream broke his thought however, and he bolted to attention.

It sounded like Nyx...

But why?

As if on cue the door slammed open to reveal...that salazzle from before, and her grin was even wider than the first time she saw him.

“My, my, my, what a cute little nursery the little baby has now!” she crowed. “Your mommy must think you won’t grow up for a long time…”

“No one was here when we came in, what the hell?” Astraeus said.

The salazzle laughed. “Your house is under 24/7 hour surveillance you stupid brat, we’ve been right outside this whole time~!”

He started to try to crawl up the crib as fast as he could but to no avail, as the other pokémon easily swiped him out of the crib.

“Don’t be so gloomy! You’re going to meet your nice new friends, I hear a sleepover is planned.” Turan sneered.

“Let! Me! Go!” he said as he punctuated each word with a hit. The salazzle just laughed as he hit her arm.

“Nah~ I think I’ll keep you right-!” Turan gasped in shock.

Astraeus clamped down on her thumb as hard as he could. He just kept biting harder and harder until he felt the metallic taste of blood. All the while he felt the salazzle grip him tighter and tighter in tandem.

“Fuck! You worthless brat, how dare you?” she screamed. She then yanked him away from her, holding him at arms length.

She repositioned herself to where her hands started to wrap around his neck.

“Guess I’m going to have to choke the baby out, hm?” Turan said, with entirely too sweet of a smile as she said it.

Her fingers started to dig into his neck and then the panic started to set in. He tried to grab her arms but she didn’t budge. She was eerily silent throughout too, as she showed next to no emotion.

All the while Astraeus tried to claw his way to freedom, but to no avail. He just felt it getting harder and harder to breath as her fingers wrapped ever tighter around his neck. It was also getting darker around the corner of his vision.

It kept getting bigger and bigger….

. . .

When he came to he found himself in a crib. Not the crib, but a crib – and it was in a totally different room from when he blacked out. His eyes jutted around, and with a look of worry creeped over his face.

The collar he wore last time was also securely around his neck.

The room had no windows, but was rather illuminated by a single large light in the middle of the room. The plain plastered white walls clashed against the light blue carpet of the floor, save for a mat in the corner of the room.

Just then he heard a loud beeping noise and what sounded like a rush of air. It came from the door seemingly, which was a large, imposing metal door more suitable for something like a prison.

His fur bristled as he saw three pokémon he would have rather have not seen again.

The braixen practically beamed when he saw the riolu however and rushed over to his side.

“Aww! The little baby is awake from his nap!”

Astraeus rolled his eyes.

Theia and Hyperion quickly walked over as well and the ninetales didn’t even say anything before she snatched off his diaper, tearing the tapes in one fell swoop.

She motioned to Hyperion who slipped something to one of her free tails. Eumenes then suddenly grabbed his arms to hold him in place.

“Ta-da!” Theia said, thrusting her tail near his face to let him see what she was even talking about.

It was a chastity cage.

“What! No, please-!”

Eumenes wagged a finger in his face. “Ah, ah, ah! You know what I said last time – you either wear it or I chop off that little dick of yours.”

Theia snorted. “Don’t say that in front of the baby. Little doggies like him have weewees, not dicks.”

The chastity cage was ornate, despite where it would end up going. It seemed to be made of gold and was loosely modeled on the muzzle and face of a rockruff. It was solid all the way down, with no holes save for where his tip would be. The rockruff was even sporting a set of eyes made of rubies.

He could have appreciated the craftsmanship if not for the circumstances….

“I know it looks like solid gold, but it’s actually vermeil!” Hyperion finally spoke up, and he seemed proud of the fact. “Silver is antimicrobial to boot!”

Eumenes held him down while Theia got to work downtown. The riolu gasped as he felt something cold being spread over his dick and balls, causing the ninetales to laugh.

“Just a bit of lube – you’ll be needing some.”

He was tempted to fight back, but with his privates in the hands of someone else (who he didn’t find entirely trustworthy to say the least) and the braixen’s threat of emasculation, he thought it best to stay put.

If it was any solace, it was over very quickly, and he felt his shaft being swallowed up by the cage, as if the rockruff was intent on devouring his cock, and the metal instantly felt tight against him.

It was not too tight, but it was tight enough to where he was always reminded of his presence. Especially where the head of his penis was, as the cage was made to appear as if his cock was in the maw of a rockruff, so naturally a set of top and bottom fangs, four in total, pressed against the sensitive head of his penis. They were not made to be very sharp, but rather the fangs were just pointy enough to be teasing.

On the bottom jaw was a bell tied to it and Theia couldn’t help but give it a jingle.

“And a cute little bell for an even cuter puppy weewee~! Enjoy!” she said.

Eumenes then roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet him in the eyes.

“Hyperion had a lot of trouble making it for you, it was handcrafted by him. There wasn’t even a base for him to work with because your little stick down there is so teeny tiny!”

Astraeus growled.

“Bad doggie! You should be apologizing for having such a small thing down there! You made Hyperion work so hard.” Eumenes said as he gave a slap to the riolu’s thigh.

The room fell silent for only a moment before Eumenes spoke up again,

“Apologize, now! Say you’re sorry for having a small weewee, or else!”

Astraeus went red in the face as he glanced at the arcanine.

“I’m sorry for having a small weewee.” he mumbled.

Hyperion cracked a smile. “I accept your apology – not all dogs are big down there after all.”

Theia flashed a necklace around her paw, and a shiny key was on the string.

“Here your key can stay nice and safe with me.” she laughed. “But, I’m sure our baby needs some more food in his tummy, no?”

She swatted at the other two with her tails. “Shoo! I’m going to nurse the little one.”

Eumenes snorted. Hyperion smiled.

The two quickly left though, and Eumenes crouched down to leave a small device by the door before closing it. With another beep, and a heavy thud the door sealed in Astraeus with the fox.

Theia turned to him. “Turan told me that that zoroark was a bit leaky when she found her…did you perhaps nurse from her?” the ninetales couldn’t help but show a toothy grin as she asked. “Well, I hope you aren’t too full for Round Two…”

“Excuse me? What makes you think I’ll let you do that!” Astraeus said.

Theia didn’t respond immediately, but rather went over to to the device Eumenes left.

It was a mechanical sphere and as she tapped it with her forepaw she said aloud.

“Can you hear me?”

As if were prompted to answer her, it flashed to life, and a hologram projected above the ball, showing the salazzle from before.

She was shown in color and her voice was clear as crystal as she spoke up.

“Hey! I see you’ve already introduced the baby to his little cage…” Turan said.

Theia nodded as she picked up the device and walked with it over to Astraeus, and showed it to him.

“I was thinking since the baby was still a bit fussy about nursing, I was wondering if you could help us.” Theia said.

“Let them go! They don’t have anything to do with all of this!” Astraeus yelled at the device – he was not even sure if she could hear him.

“Now, see, Theia was very nice and offered to nurse you herself – and I’m sure she won’t be very happy if you refuse.” Turan said, wagging a finger back at the riolu through the hologram. “So, you either nurse, or these two can suffer the consequences.”

“Please, don’t hurt them! Can’t we-!”

“Break the floragato’s arm.” Theia said deadpan.

Even as a hologram Astraeus saw the other pokémon grin with unbridled delight.

“Gosh, and I even get to pick the arm? You really are generous, Theia.” Turan said.

Astraeus clambered to the side of the rail, and practically smashed his face against the bars of the crib to get a better look. 

“No! Stop!”

He was cut off by the most bloodcurdling scream he’d ever heard. The riolu couldn’t see anything past the salazzle, but he had guessed that the zoroark and floragato were still conscious, or if they weren’t they were now, and probably restrained.

“I’ll nurse! Please stop!” Astraeus cried, putting his hands into a begging motion.

Theia gave a long winded sigh. “And we were just starting to have so much fun…” she turned to him, “but fine, Turan I want you to put him in a stint – and if I see resistance from you like biting or anything, I’ll see to it that every bone in their bodies are broken!”

With that, the pokémon shut the device off. Silence followed as she slid down the bars of the crib, and before Astraeus could even think about making a run for it, he felt himself being grabbed by one of her tails.

The furry mass had wrapped around his waist and was carrying him with her to a corner of the room with the aforementioned mat.

Theia sat down on the mat and her prehensile tail sat him down with her, still not letting him go.

“Just pick a teat and start until I say stop, understand?”

As he nodded Astraeus felt himself being lowered towards her belly, as she had rolled over to her side, exposing her creme-colored belly. As promised, there were teats waiting for him. She had an impressive array of teats, much more than the human could handle, having been designed for batches of litters and all. He didn’t know if he should have been honored, he was given her sole attention.

The tail didn’t lessen its grip on him though and was content to eagle spread his arms and legs as it held him down to the ground. He could move scarcely more than his neck.

As far as the ninetales was concerned, it was the only mobility he needed for the matter.

“If I do this, do you promise to leave those two out of all this?” Astraeus asked.

Theia snorted. “I never made that promise,” one of her tails lightly bopped his head in admonishment, “but if the baby behaves better for it, then I suppose I can indulge your request.”

He looked at her underside where he’d be spending an indefinite amount of time against – and the thought didn’t please him in the slightest. Of all the indignities he’d suffered here, this was actually the most humiliating thing, which was saying a lot. He couldn’t do this, it was the most babyish thing he could ever do, practically cementing his babyhood.

But what was he to do about it?

“I hope you think it prudent to listen to me, dog.”

He mustered up the courage to worm his way towards a teat and tentatively put his mouth to it. His tongue slipped over the nipple and thus the flow started. It…did not taste terrible. It was sweeter than the Moomoo Milk he had always tried on the road, and of course the circumstances were also much different.

Astraeus’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute, made even worse with the ninetales pheromones mixed in the air which was now susceptible to his attuned pokémon nose.

But, above all, her body was exceptionally warm – obviously as a fire type, but it was all the more comforting, in sharp juxtaposition to the unnerving task before him. He felt a tail of hers had began to rub his throat gently to coax swallowing. Even from such a source, the cozy warmth was enviable. It was comforting.

This was happening, it wasn’t a dream, but it did kind of seem like a nightmare. His face was beet red the whole time, as he continued to suckle the milk. Theia was content to watch him, with her tails gently swishing about in the air; whenever Astraeus glanced up at her she always had a stony face.

Though he quickly realized that the key was strung up around on her tails in the air, perhaps even within arm’s reach he lunged. He stopped nursing for a moment and his eyes flickered to it.

“Babies are always interested in jingly keys, hm? Is that it little one?” the ninetales sneered, and she whisked that particular tail away and tucked it behind her. “Suckle. Now.”

Milk started to slosh around in his belly, and his bladder started to ache. Astraeus whined as he closed his eyes, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore than he already was.

“Does the baby need to wet perhaps? What with all that milk in his tummy?” Theia said teasingly.

He dared not stop nursing, even to properly respond for fear of what repercussions were in store for him. Astraeus didn’t really want to wet himself, certainty not in her presence, but it’s not like he was getting out of the room anytime soon. He knew by know it was useless to try to argue with any of them on this. Beginning to close his eyes, he gripped her ever so slightly and began to wet himself.

As he felt the blossom of warmth in the front of his diaper, he found it had begun to get easier to use his diaper – much to his horror. To think this was his life now….

It continued as a steady stream, and after it had come to a close, the riolu felt Theia sneak a paw in the front of his diaper. He didn’t think she really needed to…but the ninetales also gave his diaper a few prods and squishes.

“Hm…you can take another wetting – and a messing at that.” Theia mused to herself.

Astraeus started to try to tear away from her to say something to the contrary, but one of her tails just lightly pushed his head back into her teat, making him drink more of her milk.

The milk thus continued down into his stomach, making him fuller and fuller. He wasn’t sure of the percentage, but he could’ve sworn that the pokémon milk was much fattier too. Very rich, fatty, and incredibly embarrassing….

As any pokémon worth their salt knew pokémon milk was fattier and much more filling than human breast milk. That wasn’t even saying anything about its much more potent effects it would have on an unsuspecting pup’s bladder or bowels.

The riolu would learn soon enough though.

When Theia left, Astraeus was deposited back into the crib – with nothing to do or anything to pass the time. He very soon came to realize that as she slammed the door shut. Nothing more in the crib than a pillow, he looked around the room to soak in the absolute nothingness throughout the room.

Frustrated, Astraeus flopped down onto the mattress again and curled up against the pillow.

. . .

He had fancied slipping in and out of consciousness to pass the time, for he could never quite go to sleep, nor could he ever truly stay awake. Sleep was escape from the nightmare, but he didn’t trust the three to not do licentious things to him in his sleep either.

His bladder was also aching by now, but Astraeus was no stranger to holding it, but he felt the dam was about to burst at any moment.

So, he was jolted out of his sleepy stupor when the door opened once more. The braixen stepped in and greeted him,

“Did the baby enjoy his nap?” Derision and sarcasm practically dripped from his lips.

When Astraeus found himself cornered in the crib, he stopped and said, “What do you want?”

Eumenes feigned shock. “Well, it’s time for baby to eat dinner of course.” With that, he roughly grabbed the riolu and hoisted him over his shoulder.

The braixen had his hand planted firmly on the riolu’s backside, and had even begun to give it a few teasing gropes.

Astraeus smiled. ‘Well if my diaper entertains you that much, surely you won’t mind if I do this…!’

He started to almost immediately void his bladder’s contents – and with the large amount of milk he’d drank earlier it was no problem. As urine started to splash against his chastity cage, it eventually pooled around back to his rear end.

It was finally then that the braixen realized what was going on, as when Eumenes went to give his diaper another pat, it was decidedly wetter. His hand gave it squish before the pokémon gasped and recoiled in disgust.

“Shit! What the fuck, that’s so gross!” Eumenes exclaimed.

With the braixen holding one of his hands aloft, Astraeus took his chance and roughly pushed away from Eumenes, and teared himself away from his shoulder.

He tumbled to the ground and as soon as he felt something solid on his feet he began to book it. Looking back, the braixen was flustered and was red in the face as he started to chase Astraeus down the hall, yelling after him.

“Come back here, runt!”

Astraeus felt wind rushing through his fur as he ran as fast as he could, despite his diapered derriere complicating matters. He couldn’t run as fast as he would have liked, with the waterlogged diaper between his waist, which caused him to have an ever so slight waddle to his strides.

He heard Eumenes chasing after him, and as the braixen’s heavier footfalls rang in his ears, he saw the silhouette of a larger pokémon down further in the hallway.

Hyperion was sauntering down the hallway at the same time, and with Eumenes coming from the other end, he risked being sandwiched in between the two. The riolu took a deep breath, and with a charge he ran full speed, as much as he could with the diaper, towards the arcanine.

They were big enough to where Astraeus figured he could probably slip in under his legs and pass through.

“Now what are you doing little one?” Hyperion asked aloud. The riolu didn’t answer.

The arcanine started to ready a fighting stance as the riolu got closer and closer. As Hyperion reached out to grab him Astraeus ducked quickly under his legs. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Until everything went dark.

He felt a massive weight come crashing down on him, like a sack of stones had just dropped on his head. The riolu felt two massive fleshy mounds on either side of his head, and as he was forced face first into the ground he began to squirm as best he could.

Hyperion had sat on him! The arcanine’s wide and shapely haunches had crashed down onto Astraeus’s face, with his ass cheeks being separated only by the riolu’s head. Not that the riolu could’ve seen, but Hyperion looked quite pleased with himself as he dropped his haunches ceremoniously onto the riolu. His legs and arms flailed wildly as he tried to wiggle his way out as musk flooded his nostrils.

The larger pokémon’s balls and cock were churning and throbbing respectively as they lied heavily on the riolu’s head.

“Well, that certainly stopped you in your tracks, yes?” Hyperion said, the rumbles from his throat as he said it were felt racing down the riolu’s spine.

Astraeus felt his feet suddenly grabbed and he was roughly pulled out under from the arcanine, whose thick and heavy balls dragged across his face as he went by, causing him to get a mouthful of musk.

“Gotcha!” Eumenes said.

He found himself picked up once again by the braixen, now held out from arm’s length, and he was carried into the same room he’d seen last time he was here.

Theia was already seated and had taken the liberty to begin eating without them. Astraeus eyed that highchair he would probably be put in. (His suspicions proved to be correct.)

The buckles of the chair pressed down even more than last time on account of his wet diaper, causing it to rise up on either side of the buckle that was running down on his crotch. A bib was tied around his neck and the braixen gave him a harsh pinch on his cheek. Eumenes yanked them as if they were made of putty, and gave a few more pulls before exclaiming,

“You’re a cheeky little thing, wetting yourself like that,” Eumenes cleared his throat, “it’s nothing we can’t look past, now that it’s baby’s feeding time, yes?”

The pokémon motioned to the grand table in front of him, and directly in front of his plastic prison were four jars of baby food. Astraeus had not liked his first foray into the world of baby food, and he was certain he would not like this one either.

A new addition to the chair though was arm restraints, with his wrists having been forced into padded cuffs, ensuring they were tied to the arms of the highchair. They gave little purchase as Astraeus tried to pull at them but to no avail.

“Poor puppy, his tummy probably can’t handle adult food anyhow…we wouldn’t want to abuse his diapers anymore than they already are.” Theia quipped from the other side of the table.

Next to the jars was the familiar baby set of silverware he had seen and used before, but it had a few additions since last time.

Eumenes looked at everything in front of him with glee however, and a wicked smile began to appear on his face. The riolu muttered and realized he would not even be afforded the dignity of eating the slop on his own.

“Behave, if you make a mess I can’t guarantee that you’ll see outside of these walls ever again.” Eumenes said, slapping the plastic tray to get the riolu’s attention.

With an unscrewing of a jar, and a plunge of a spoon, getting a big chunk of what appeared to be pureed apples, but he could never be entirely sure with these things, so began Astraeus’s third feeding of the day that he would have rather avoided entirely.

Astraeus’s eyes drifted over to Hyperion and Theia, who were both currently eating already – Eumenes didn’t have a plate set out for him as of yet.

“I can’t even eat what you guys have?”

Eumenes put a finger to his chin, as if in thought, but mockingly replied, “I don’t think the baby would like duck, no, I think baby food and milk suit you much better.”

The spoonful of food looked even more unappetizing the closer it got to the riolu’s face, which soon grimaced as it was offered up to him.

His lips were sealed however, as the fox began to bring the spoon in front of his lips.

“Eat it, lest that floragato’s other arm gets broken.” Eumenes said.

Astraeus loudly sighed, to where everyone at the table could hear it, but relented and wordlessly opened his mouth. The braixen grinned as he saw a now gaping maw to stuff the mess into – all four jars of deliciously disgusting baby mush.

Perhaps he could steel himself. Perhaps he could tell himself it wouldn’t be too bad, after all he survived the ordeal when Nyx subjected him to it. Perhaps this time was different.

The apples were not the only thing that was saccharine anymore, they most certifiably were, but something else on his tongue was also sweet. It danced and fizzled to and fro on his tongue – it was despair.

Surely, he hoped, he would be let go after this….

Then, the spoon was slipped into his mouth, and not as harshly as he envisioned. He figured though that it was more for the braixen’s own sake, as he would probably have to be the one to clean up. The apples mostly tasted like apples in all fairness thankfully.

But looking at the other jars Astraeus felt they would be much more disgusting: he didn’t really want to know how the baby meat tasted, nor the mashed up bananas, and certainly not the jar of prunes.

“Just think of it as a four-course dinner, here comes more yum yums!” Eumenes crowed.

The riolu just ate in silence, taking every small bite, he could have sworn that the braixen was making them as small as could be to prolong the embarrassing dinner. Eventually the second jar was opened, revealing bananas. His bowels also started to make themselves known, and as a small pit in his stomach began to form, he silently prayed that he could hold out.

The bananas were also not of much consequence to the riolu’s taste buds, but he would have preferred it not be mashed up into such a concoction. Just like the jar before it Eumenes made sure Astraeus took small, slow bites. The other pokémon took great pleasure in also smearing food across his face, dirtying him on purpose.

With no arms to shield himself from the food assault, Astraeus’s face looked ridiculous with bits of food spattered across, even with his bib.

“Babies are such messy little things, aren’t they?” Theia said, with a smirk.

The arcanine and ninetales kept stealing glances at Astraeus, like he was their free entertainment with dinner and the two couldn’t help but to coo and speak baby talk mockingly.

Astraeus meanwhile was trying not to put on a different show in mind for them, but it was getting harder and harder by the second. None of the other three seemed to notice his pained face though, perhaps thinking it was just because of the baby food. (Which would be perfectly reasonable.)

Eumenes, now finished with the second jar, went over and unscrewed the third one, chock full of baby meat.

His hands clenched in apprehension of what was to come. Of what was going to come out, rather. He was practically at his limit, and all milk and mush didn’t help in the matter. This body had made it clear many times over it would expel what needed to come out, any time, any place. Whether he wanted to or not.

Astraeus’s tail began to instinctively flag, and it signaled the beginning of the mess that was to come out. A small grunt was all it took, and he could already feel the hot warm mass begin to creep out. He tried to raise his body up to give himself as much room as possible, but it was a difficult task.

The first forkful of baby meat was crammed into his mouth at about the same time as he started to mess himself, which was now much too obvious to pretend to the others that he wasn’t soiling himself by now.

“Aww! The puppy is going poopy!” Eumenes exclaimed, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “You really are a little baby, you didn’t even have to wait for the prunes to start shitting yourself I see.”

“Well...it’s not like I have a choice…” Astraeus mumbled as Eumenes took the opportunity to slip another bite into his mouth while it was still open.

As he feared, the straps didn’t leave him much room, and caused his mess to spread all over his rump. Like a rolling storm though, it was relentless and his mess tried to fit into every nook and cranny it could find in his diaper, and it had even started to spill over into the front of his diaper.

The braixen swirled the fork around in the jar lazily before his eyes flashed in excitement and as he put another helping to Astraeus’s mouth he said,

“Food goes in,” and inadvertently, like his own body was playing tricks on him, he let out another loud grunt as he continued to feel another large, growing, hot mass finding its way into his back end.

“Food goes out!” Eumenes snickered.

The meat and his diaper had about the same consistency he thought, still white-knuckled as he finally finished and left his diaper in a much worse state than before, to put it mildly.

“We’ll change you after you eat this, we wouldn’t want you to get a nasty rash after all.”

Soon enough, after much teasing the last container was finally emptied. Astraeus gave a thankful sigh as Eumenes put down the utensil for the last time. Eumenes had prepared a wash cloth earlier and quickly brought it to his face to clean off all the remaining bits of food.

By now his mess had been thoroughly compacted against his bottom, leaving an uncomfortable, sticky mess on his seat. Luckily Eumenes unbuckled the riolu from his chair and put the riolu over his shoulder, and placed a hand under his diaper.

The braixen gave a quick handsy grope to his diaper seat before exclaiming,

“That’s certainty a lot of poopy you just did, and you say you aren’t a baby huh?”

As the braixen’s fingers and claws were felt digging into his diapered ass, Astraeus had to bite back a snappy retort, and only a slight yelp left his mouth instead.

Near the door lied a plain looking bag and Eumenes padded over to it and, still holding the riolu around his chest, he pulled out a pink mat and a white rectangle on top.

Eumenes set the mat down and unfurled the diaper, revealing it to be the same exact same brand Astraeus had, down to the same size and prints he wore.

The changing mat he was laid down on was a bright pink color with colorful daisy prints on it.

“Looks like you’ll be getting a hand-me-down, baby.” Eumenes said, musing as he went back to fetch more things from the bag.

“From you, I imagine? Pink goes great with your fur after all.” Astraeus said sarcastically.

Eumenes snorted, but didn’t respond any further and only brought out wipes and baby powder. Setting them aside, he then bent down on his knees and got to work, ripping the riolu’s tapes open.

Being so heavy with the riolu’s wetting as it was, the other pokémon was content to let his diaper fall down on its own accord, watching as the full scope of the riolu’s mess revealed itself.

“Your new mommy was smart putting you in such thick, poofy diapers; anything less, and you would have had a leak and a blow-out~!” Theia said, cackling from her chair.

“Mew wasn’t kidding when she said riolus make the biggest and smelliest messes in the whole pokémon world…” Hyperion mused.

Eumenes made no comment, nor even showing anything on his face as he surveyed Astraeus’s diaper. He wasn’t fazed in the slightest it seemed, as he cracked a smile finally.

“I’ve changed diapers, but I don’t think I’ve ever come across one so stinky and messy! You reek!” Eumenes said, waving his hand in front of his nose in jest as Astraeus scowled.

Grabbing a handful of wipes, Eumenes then started on the riolu’s rear. Just like before the pokémon didn’t seem terribly freaked out by it, Astraeus couldn’t help but frown as he had been looking forward to watching the fox squeal throughout the process.

His mess was still plastered against his fur, and the braixen definitely had his work cut out for him. But with each and every wipe, Astraeus felt himself get a bit cleaner. Even his chastity cage hadn’t been totally spared from Astraeus’s disaster in his diaper and Eumenes took another wipe and cleaned it off as well, but the riolu would find no pleasure would come to him.

At any point previously, he would have began sprouting an erection, but his cage made sure he remained flaccid. He wouldn’t admit it, but sometimes he liked the sensations when his diaper was used, and his penis also liked it, as whenever he began to wet himself it began to grow to full height, made hard against the warm padding of his plastic backed undergarment.

But not this time.

Eumenes quickly powdered him front and back and then readied a clean diaper, identical to his last. In very short order, it was brought up over his crotch and then taped up nice and snug. He felt something being bunched around his legs, and upon looking down he saw a pair of plastic pants.

“I doubted your mommy at first, thinking she was being overzealous, but you’ve shown everyone here that you positively need these, so I’m returning them to you…” Eumenes said, not missing any opportunity to tease him.

Before Astraeus even had time to register his new diaper, the braixen yanked his arm up, pulling the riolu to his feet.

With a steely grip, Eumenes took the riolu in his grasp down the hallway, leaving the changing supplies and his used diaper behind.

“I’ll put you down for tonight and once you wake up in the morning we’re going to have a lot of fun~.” Eumenes said, turning to Astraeus.

‘I don’t like the sound of that.’ Astraeus thought.

It was a short and quiet walk to the room after that. The two walked in silence as the only thing that could be heard was the reverberating of their footsteps as they passed by column after column.

Astraeus’s eyes met the large metal door, this time from the other side but just as formidable. It had an electronic panel on its right but it didn’t appear to have a keypad.

Eumenes didn’t miss a beat however and offered the panel one of his fingers. A green light flashed and then Astraeus heard a beep, the same one he’d heard before.

Then, the door opened, its electronic lock disengaging.

‘It works by fingerprint? Well that complicates things…’

Astraeus found Eumenes’s hands wrapping around his waist, hoisting him up into the air and being powerless to stop the pokémon from carrying.

Thus, he was brought over to the crib and was abruptly dropped, though the mattress broke his fall.

“It’s bedtime now, I don’t want to hear you up or banging on the door, understand? You go straight to sleep and kept quiet!” Eumenes barked.

“Whatever.” Astraeus shot back as he flopped down on the mattress.

Eumenes rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. He started to turn around and headed towards the door, and finally said,

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

 

 

Notes:

This one was a bit longer than I would have liked but oh well. As always, feel free to leave comments. Or not. It's up to you really, that's the beauty of free will. Unless some readers don't have it, maybe they are controlled by a rat in their hat or something idk.

Chapter 9: Tête-à-tête

Summary:

They fight like cats and dogs

“How many like us in the ages past

Have blindly soared, through like a pebble cast,

Seeking the veil of mystery to tear

But fell accurst beneath the burning blast?”

-The Luzumiyat

 

There was nothing of note in the room, and it was barren and sparse save for himself and the crib. It’s why it was all the more perplexing he thought when he was bolted awake by an alarm clock of all things. Blurry eyed, as he slowly came to his senses he began to dart his eyes around looking for it, until finally tucked away in a corner of the room he spotted it. He scowled, quite annoyed that he was woken up at seven in the morning.

As a Trainer, and a baby riolu for that matter, he had fancied himself being able to get up at any time he wanted, as he had no real schedule or time crunch to become the League Champion. But today was not the case apparently.

In his hurried look around the room, he glanced at Eumenes, who was leaning against the door, with a bag near his side.

“Did the baby have a good night’s sleep?” the braixen asked with that ever present sarcastic edge in his voice.

The human could not ever remember his dreams, they were only vestigial remains by the morning.

There was a variable list of responses Astraeus could pick and choose from, ranging from rude, vulgar, or pleasant, surprising as that was. Not that the braixen cared one way or another, the riolu figured. It was why he had opted to not say anything at all.

Eumenes looked like he wanted to say anything at all, but was stopped as a ringtone started to go off suddenly. He sighed, but started to fish out the phone from the large, and seemingly overstuffed bag. Just like Nyx, it was a modern mobile phone, which was still a bit off putting to the riolu – pokémon shouldn’t have phones...it just didn’t look right to him.

“Hello?”

Whatever was said on the other end made the braixen stand stiff, and rooted to the spot as if he were a tree. His other free hand started to fidget with his tail, wrapping around his waist, whether it was nervous tick or a common habit remained to be seen to Astraeus. He looked nervous whatever the reason though, as if he were a little kid being scolded by someone. 

“What…? Today? Well I wasn’t planning to...”

Eumenes mumbled and stopped talking for a moment, as if cut off.

“I understand, yes,” Eumenes said, “right, goodbye then.”

The phone hung up. Silence followed.

Eumenes cleared his throat and said, “Um, that was Mew on the other line…she wants me to bring you to see her today.”

Astraeus’s fur began to stand on up, bristling as he heard. It was a strange concoction of fear and anger he felt at that moment, and in the midst of that was helplessness. He had slowly but surely resigned to the fact that the three of them could pretty effortlessly bully the one of him, but against one of the foremost mythical and mystical beings in the universe? There wasn’t any chance of resistance.

Eumenes had since dug out a white looking cloth, and after it was unraveled it was revealed to be a plain, white, lightweight robe also long enough to cover his diaper from view, but barely. That he found a bit odd since he was almost certain the trio would want to show his diaper off to the whole wide world.

“After I dress you, Theia will nurse you and we will leave immediately after. I’ll cut it short if we have to...we can’t be late.” Eumenes explained.

Yet again, something else that stuck him as strange, the insistence behind the statement just drove home the point further that one couldn’t upset a pokémon as powerful as Mew.

The robe was then roughly put over him without any fanfare, and Astraeus found himself wearing a soft, though not nearly as soft as any of the baby clothes he’d had the displeasure of wearing, and quite airy piece of clothing. It was difficult to even discern he had a diaper on, if one paid no attention to his obviously wide stepping gait that was.

Eumenes took the opportunity to clip a leash to the collar he was wearing and began to give it a testing pull.

“We don’t have all day for you to ogle yourself, come on.” the braixen snapped, taking the riolu’s leash in hand, yanking it along.

As it opened the two found Theia standing near the door frame, complete with that ever present grin on her face.

“I have reason to suspect that was Mew on the other line, yes?”

Eumenes crossed his arms in indignation. “I would appreciate it if you were doing something useful instead of following me around, but yes that was her on the phone. She wants to meet up at a cafe in Shalour City today.”

The ninetales narrowed her eyes and said, “Getting a touch impatient she is, I see.”

“Nurse the stupid dog and I’ll bring him to Mew.”

The braixen didn’t even wait for anyone to say anything to the contrary before he left, storming away.

Astraeus found himself wrapped in one of Theia’s tails before she remarked further.

“Always a pissy foxy he is as well. It’s beginning to become a bit tiresome to deal with those two.”

He was ushered back into the room once again and was brought to the mat in the corner he remembered from yesterday, left untouched. She began to sit down and make herself comfortable first, then motioning for him to do the same.

Astraeus would have loved to say that he had less apprehension than before but it would have been a lie on his part. Rather, he knew there wasn’t a choice in the matter, she would get her way in the end. So, that was why as he started to crouch down and assume the position once again, he closed his eyes and pretended that none of this was happening. It would have been quite a happy lie, one he would have wished was true, but as milk started to trickle down his throat, it became harder and harder to deny that he would yet again have to nurse.

She was warm, despite her personality being quite cold in general. Perhaps it was due to the Fire typing, but if she wasn't an evil sociopath Astraeus might have considered snuggling her or using her as a pillow.  

At least it was quiet. Theia wasn’t much of a talker during these things, and Astraeus didn’t want to risk being a talker himself, lest he accidentally bite her, as he imagined she didn’t need much of a reason to punish him; she was probably dying to punish him really. 

At least it went a bit smoother. He was expected to be a puppy, and clearly a very little one at that. The key to his cage was still around Theia’s neck on a chain, but he had since abandoned any attempts to snatch it. It wouldn’t work. It was just out of reach....

It dangled from her neck and it jangled teasingly from the chain. Was it because babies were enamored by keys and the like that he found himself captivated? It was the scarier option he thought; so naturally he told himself he just wanted the key to satisfy his carnal desires.

Not everything about the feeding was the same as yesterday however, as Astraeus felt one of Theia’s tails worm its way against the front of his diaper, and quickly darted to one of his leg guards.

“I’m surprised you haven’t used your diaper.” Theia stated, albeit sounding a bit disappointed.

“I’m not that incontinent yet…” Astraeus mumbled around one of her teats.

“That can be remedied.” she said, “In fact, it’s something we should work on; you’re going to be one diaper dependent doggie once we’re done with you.”

He didn’t really want to entertain her delusions anymore he thought. She only wanted a rise out of him, and so far it was working.

The rest of the nursing went without event, which the both of them preferred. It was strange to both of them, but it was their respective duties nevertheless.

Time was glacial, as it often was for happenings like this, Astraeus found. It was difficult to even acknowledge the time as it was transpiring, the only constant was her milk. Minutes could tick by, pokémon could go about their days, but the riolu could only focus on her, he was forced to, tragic as it was.

Motherly pheromones were in the air, mature vixen smell began to flood his nostrils as he drank. A sharp pang of regret wormed its way inside of his mind and at the same time his aura appendages began to float, just the tiniest bit. The ninetales must have not noticed as she did not comment on it. 

"No kit of my own...I wish...One day...." Astraeus caught bits and pieces of a voice stuck in his head. 

Was it hers? Did he pick up on her thoughts? He glanced up at Theia and as their eyes met, she turned away almost immediately, as if she were scared to meet his gaze for some reason. 

Somewhere deep within the crevices of his own mind, pushed far, far back for fear of being accidentally manifested, lied such unbecoming thoughts for an adult, much less a human. But, they were still there, try as he might to get rid of those pesky whispers. They were telling him that he actually liked this, the taste, the ritual of it all.

The taste was certainty better than the baby food – it was too thick, he hated the way it all clung to the roof of his mouth, his teeth, he hated the consistency.

He didn’t like it when Nyx did it, nor did he like it when the braixen did it, but he hated the hectic frenzy of being fed the baby food as well. Having to be strapped into a highchair, having to open his mouth for every bite, the mess, all the unnecessary goading to eat, the stupid baby talk.

But the nursing was quiet and peaceful. It was so devoid of all the pompous ceremony, it was welcoming in a way. Theia was also thankfully quiet throughout, and perhaps a part of her also liked this, Astraeus wasn’t sure. What he could sense were the waves of pheromones that utterly invaded his nose, intoxicating to him.

He had lost track of time, it wasn’t even important right then. Just the steady flow of milk was a constant for him. Still, time of course flowed onward for him, as he heard the opening of the door.

Almost instantly, he was snatched up, as his mouth was quickly pulled away from the teat, a bit of milk was dribbling out of his mouth, and still in a bit of a daze he mumbled under his breath that he wasn’t finished.

“The carriage is ready, we’re going.” he heard, before he found himself turned around to face Eumenes.

“Have fun you two~!” Theia called after them as the braixen slung the riolu over his shoulder.

Once the two were in the hallway, it was silent, save for the braixen’s pitter patter of his paws on the marbled floor.

Milk sloshed around in Astraeus’s belly, and still a bit milk drunk, that was the right phrase he felt, he asked,

“So I’m going to meet Mew? What does she want with me?”

A hard smack to the thigh was Eumenes’s first response, causing Astraeus to flinch from surprise. His second response was bit more helpful.

“You would do well to call her Miss Mew, as she won’t think too kindly of you being rude. She just said she wanted to meet you properly...I don’t know what else she has planned.”

As the morning light had started to just show itself, the light through the window wasn’t as oppressive as it shone into the hall, the light of dawn lazily bounced off the columns and off Eumenes’s saffron colored fur, still as clean and well-groomed as Astraeus could remember. The riolu perched his head on the other pokémon’s shoulder as he examined the fluffy white fur against his face.

It was stark white, it was like the color of his very own diaper in fact (expect in the scenarios where it was wet or dirty of course) and clearly well cleaned as there was not a trace of dirt or grime on it. His fingers began to graze it absentmindedly, but he almost immediately regretted it as Eumenes stopped for a moment.

“Don’t dirty up my fur!” he hissed, and hoisted up the riolu’s robe and spanked him so hard that baby powder rushed out of the diaper’s leg holes and back. It was a proper smack which landed right in the middle of his rear.

The diaper softened some of the blow, but Astraeus still felt a bit of a sting. A small whine escaped his mouth, but otherwise he said nothing. He wouldn’t cry though, he wasn’t a baby.

Not yet at least.

The house was much bigger than he originally thought, and after Eumenes took a few unexpected turns Astraeus realized that he really had no idea where he was. All the while, his wiggling had proven fruitless as he couldn’t escape from the pokémon.

They reached the front doors finally and near them lied a bag which Eumenes scooped up.

When the doors opened, Astraeus didn’t really know what to expect, there was not something elaborate waiting to see him, just a simple cobblestone path with trees lining the path. The day was bright and sunny, but neither was the heat too dry or wet; it was a perfect day outside for such a terrible occasion. 

The tang of sea salt and its spray met his nose however, and he turned around to look at the residence he’d been imprisoned in. It was naturally more impressive than Nyx’s townhouse, but far from a grand palace either. 

‘We must be somewhere around water!’ he thought.

There were only a few cities even located by the water in whole Kalos region, and it wouldn’t have been too far away from the capital city either Astraeus reasoned. 

His attention was pulled away when Eumenes began to make a lot of movement. They had descended from a set of stairs and looking back at the building’s portico Astraeus could see what appeared to be a rotunda, or perhaps a dome, Astraeus couldn’t tell at that angle. It had four facades for the four cardinal directions, and it gave the impression that it was symmetrical on all sides.

A harsh tug of the leash sent him nearly tumbling forwards however, and he heard a small growl come from the fox.

“Come on!”

Astraeus met the other pokémon’s eyes for a moment and broke away just as suddenly as glimpses of gold snagged his eyes’ attention. He honestly thought Eumenes was being sarcastic when he said it and hadn’t put much thought into it, but there was an actual carriage in front of the pair, waiting for them and headed by a team of eight rapidashes. 

They were decked out in intricate horse tack - collars, blinders, martingales, they were all covered from head to toe and were eight in total lugging the carriage around. He couldn't help but feel a bit bad for them and wondered if they had offered their services under duress. They had builds suitable for draft horses, large and muscular, they had to almost certainly be to lug around tons and tons of gold. Another glance would confirm to even the blindest of pokémon that they were all unquestionably stallions with large, veiny dicks about as big as Astraeus was tall and massive balls bigger than his head. And none of them were seemingly embarrassed by it on display at all, though the riolu figured if they were that big down there he could understand if they would want to show it off and flaunt it.

The sight made him glance down at his diaper front - it made him feel a bit conscious about his own bits. 

Gold leaf on wood, and with intricate paneling depicting flowers and festooned with various bird pokémon, the carriage was decked out with more gold than Astraeus had seen in his life. Eumenes opened the door to reveal plush seats upholstered with satin and velvet. There were two bisharp already sitting on one side of the carriage, and before Astraeus could even comment anything, the braixen had already picked him up and deposited him in between the two.

Still holding the leash, Eumenes then got in the carriage, sitting opposite of Astraeus. One of the bisharp handlers was given the leash to hold, and without a word sat back silently with a severe face. The other bisharp closest to the door shut it and they were then off.

Almost immediately Astraeus bolted to the door, trying to catch them off guard, but it was to no avail, as he was simply yanked back into place before he could reach the handle, his diaper rustled as he was harshly sat back down.

“Bad dog! Trying to run away?” Eumenes said as he leaned in closer to Astraeus. “Well it’s not going to work! If you try it again I’m going to spank you for the entire journey, got it?”

The riolu snorted.

Even from outside, he could hear the clopping of the hooves from here as they steadily moved along to their destination, unknown to him.

The bisharp had no intention to acknowledge him seemingly, as they spoke no words, and made no sounds along the journey. Whenever he glanced at the braixen, Eumenes smiled at him.

It was not a kind one.

Astraeus every once in a while tried to free himself of the leash, trying to unlatch it from his collar, but every time he found his hands swatted away and reprimanded.

Other than that, there was very little to pass the time, as Astraeus couldn’t even look out the windows as they were drawn shut preventing him from even seeing where he was.

The milk had began to slowly run its course in him, and as his bladder started to ache Astraeus asked,

“Um, I need to use the bathroom…”

“Use your diaper as you always have.”

Astraeus was silent for a moment. “Well…it’s hard to go when everyone looks-!”

“Use your diaper.” Eumenes snapped.

“I can’t! Not with so many pokémon looking!” Astraeus whined.

Eumenes took a deep breath in, before closing his eyes for a moment. He pushed back a small wooden panel behind him, exposing the outside world. Orders were whispered, and the carriage was stopped suddenly.

“Leave us you two, the baby needs some privacy to piss his pants.” he sneered.

Without a word, the bisharp nearest to the door passed off Astraeus’s leash to Eumenes and the two left, leaving the riolu and braixen alone in the carriage.

“This is as good as you’ll get. Do it quickly!” Eumenes said.

‘You’re such a cunt.’ Astraeus thought.

It’s not like he needed practice using the diapers anymore, regrettably quite used to them now, as his reluctance brought upon by potty training was thoroughly broken into a million tiny little pieces.

He didn’t know if the braixen was looking, and furthermore he didn’t really want to know either, so he didn’t even bother to look that direction. The seats were protected from his wetting thankfully, and as he felt his diaper slowly starting to warm up, so did his face.

The coach was silent, but if one were to strain their ears listening they would have heard a telltale hissing noise coming from the riolu’s diaper. Thankfully, as it abated Eumenes spoke up.

“I suppose I should change you now, before the carriage starts smelling like dog piss.”

He retrieved the changing mat Astraeus remembered last time and set it down on the floor of the carriage. A clean diaper soon followed as it was floating down onto it.

As the braixen still held the leash the riolu was forced to lie down on the floor and acquiesce to the change. It was a quick affair, the braixen didn’t use any wipes or powder, but Astraeus would rather have it that way anyway. His chastity cage kept him flaccid, as any other time the cold air would have made him stir. Eumenes gave the vermeil cage a playful flick with his finger, it barely moved however.

His diaper was rolled up into a tight ball and stashed away into a small plastic bag. As Eumenes tied up, he went to squeeze the remaining air out of it, and then opened the door.

“Dispose.” Eumenes ordered, and tossed the bag to one of the waiting bisharp. It looked neither pleased nor angry to be handed it, it wore a mask of indifference.

It left for a good few seconds before returning to the carriage. The two pokémon gave a small bow and climbed back into the waiting coach. Once they all began moving once more Eumenes regained possession of the leash, ensuring Astraeus was right under his thumb.

. . .

The rest of the carriage ride was completely silent, which was quite unnerving to the riolu, only hearing the clip clop of the hooves and his own thoughts for the better part of an hour. He didn’t really mind it either. Still, the coach came to a complete and final stop. The rapidash neighed and the attendants jumped into action. 

One of the bisharp attendants opened the door to reveal Shalour City in all its glory. Eumenes yanked at Astraeus’s leash to get his attention and motioned to move him along. Even from a distance he could see the Tower of Mastery soaring above the clouds high above the rest of the urban city center. They found themselves dropped off in a pedestrian area conveniently, rife with shops and restaurants but with no other, well, pedestrians...it was a ghost town at the height of day. 

As he looked at Eumenes he found a pacifier stuffed into his mouth and as it was pressed into place by the braixen they said,

“Do not make a sound, do not make any wild movements, and do exactly as I say unless you want those two back in Lumiose killed.”

“Ah, the fox and the hound are here I see, but they are..oh…two minutes behind our already agreed time, very naughty of you two boys.” a feminine voice shot across the area causing Astraeus to look around.

Not many could say they had ever seen her, but everyone knew what she looked like – it was Mew, the mythical pokémon right before him, sitting in a chair as she looked at a pocket-watch. Her eyes drifted over to the carriage and she waved at the two as she tossed the watch into the air, dissipating into white mist.

”Took you two long enough…”

She was against the backdrop of a café and two chairs were at the table as were menus, evidently being an invitation to join in. 

Any words he could have spoken of the matter would have very well died on his lips, he was truly at a loss for words.

She was actually smaller than Astraeus had ever envisioned, even in books he’d read it didn’t prepare him for how unassuming and diminutive she appeared. A small cat she was, almost too small for the chair. She was covered head to toe in fine pink fur and had a long, wiry tail tipped with a tuft of fur. With two modestly sized cat ears, she also sported the typical feline paws, offset by relatively short, tiny hands. Not a fearsome beast with tons of sharp teeth or spines she was, but rather she looked almost nice to cuddle or hug. Astraeus knew that was just appearances - she was no simple house cat.

She set her sights on him almost instantly and waved at the two playfully, as if she had found prey to play with. 

‘What!? I mean...I know that stupid fox said that, but seeing Mew in the flesh…’

“My, you are rude, calling Eumenes a stupid fox...nevertheless, you better believe it, I’m realer than anything here.” Mew said, feigning shock.

He was then dealt a quick blow to the back of his head, it was more like a slap on the head really, with Eumenes exclaiming, “Oh, I’m stupid, am I?”

‘Wait…! Did...she just read my mind?’ Astraeus thought.

Mew laughed. “Can I read minds? Yes, something like that, little one.”

Astraeus gulped, now he didn’t even want to think about anything, it wasn’t safe anymore. His aura appendages began to stir and as they floated slightly he thought maybe it was worth a try. They were finicky, and he couldn’t really control when those two things on his head started to act, not of his own accord that was sure, but he couldn’t fault them for wanting to turn the tables, so he indulged their probable futility.

The tables would stay firmly planted however, and they would not turn but rather confirm a sneaking prior that Astraeus suspected, namely that he was just plainly up against a different creature – a god even.

Some minds were easier than others he felt, those who were lackadaisical and carefree he could ascertain much more but it felt like getting hit by a brick wall this time. Her defenses were much too strong, she was utterly unreadable, he was utterly outmatched.  

Mew’s face didn’t even so much as change expression, Astraeus’s face certainty did as he realized it wasn’t working. He did sense her power though, it was practically overwhelming; aura was invisible to the naked eye and common pokémon and him, still unpracticed. Unless that pokémon had such power even a baby could sense it that was. Her power was unquantifiable, was it without limit he wondered? 

Against her lithe frame was a swirling mass of energy radiating off her at any given time the riolu saw, sticking everywhere like the fog in the morning. There was a spiting pain in his skull and he practically doubled over, hands on knees.

“Bit off a bit more than you could chew I see,” Mew remarked, “well, never mind, come here.” She waved a hand, and with a disinterested look her eyes began to glow gently.

His paw pads didn’t feel the ground anymore, and he was soon paddling air and flapping his arms like a bird pokémon as he was levitated an inch or so off the ground. A blue glow wrapped around his body and he was moving against his will, right into the waiting lap of Mew.

The pacifier stayed glued to his mouth, and it wouldn’t drop, he couldn’t even move his mouth to say anything of the matter. He could only watch in horror as his own body moved against his will.

Perhaps if it were someone different, arms being wrapped around you might have been comforting, but she was the last person he wanted to see. So when he felt her arms wrap around his waist, and himself being pitted in her lap, he at once tried to get away, thrashing wildly.

“Ah~! The dog is still a bit fussy I see…” Mew sneered.

Her arms wrapped tight around his upper waist, and he could feel her tail lazily wrapping around his leg.

“Mutts do not often get the opportunity to be so close to me. I hope you’re savoring this moment as much as I am.” she whispered in his ear, her breath warm on his nape.

His body now started to freeze in place, and he found his arms and legs locked into place. As he could still not speak, he moaned in irritation. Mew's eyes glittered as she only looked at the riolu down in her lap and inspected him like he was some crown roast of lamb. He was prey, she a predator looking for her next victim.

Permission was never something that she ever asked for, it was wholly unexpected to do so for a god like her. That being the case, Mew reached pulled down the front of his diaper and tapped the front of his chastity cage. Her hand instantly pulled back after doing so, as if disgusted by the mere touch. She glanced at it for a moment more, smiling at the sight as she said,

“I see the cage is fitted properly. In due time, when you are utterly and solely my property, it will be on your person until the end of time.” There was no hesitation in her voice, no wavering, it was a resolute decree coming out of her mouth as she would make good on that promise when the opportunity arose.

As he could not even turn his head, his vision was completely affixed towards Eumenes at the opposite end of the table, who was now currently buried in the menu. Astraeus figured he would not be able to order anything for himself. 

A voice came from behind the trio, devoid of emotion as if they were a robot reading off a recorded script, saying, “What can I get for you three?”

Mew didn’t even look in the waiter's direction as she said, “Bring me whatever tea you have, but I also must request you bring a glass of milk for the baby.”

Eumenes shuffled his menu down unto the table, turning his attention to the faceless waiter. “I want an affogato, please.”

Astraeus felt Mew's laugh throughout his body before she said, “What a cute little drink for the cute little vixen.”

Eumenes rolled his eyes. “Arceus forbid I get a little treat for being that dumb dog’s babysitter the whole day!”

‘Well it’s not like I asked you to be one for me you stupid bitch!’ Astraeus thought.

Mew’s tail started to coil around Astraeus’s chin like a snake, caressing it, and he started to recoil as best he could in his current state. “Dogs can’t but help to be rude and have crass potty mouths, isn’t that right Astraeus?”

Astraeus snorted in response, there was little more he could do, and gave Mew a cold stare. In turn, she gave him a long, slow blink before turning back to Eumenes. 

“The Assembly will be convening shortly I’ve heard, they are soon to take up a vote on home rule for all the cities proper. Already have lords and ladies staked out cities to rule over with their iron fists…” Mew said.

“How will the three of you feel about that if it passes?”

Mew laughed. “I couldn’t care less, as long as my plans aren’t impeded.”

Astraeus simply listened, and while he was positive they wouldn’t divulge too important of information, especially while he was here, it couldn’t hurt to try to learn something about this new world he found himself thrust into.

‘And what could your little plans be? Perhaps...the better question is if I’m able to stop them?’ Astraeus thought.

“For all dogs to die. Simple as that, really. I’ve neutered and spayed thousands personally but things will probably have to get much messier, if society is serious about getting rid of the canine plight, I’m afraid.” Mew replied, completely unfazed by his resolution, as she had plenty of her own to match. 

There was not even a bird in the sky to break the heavy silence that hung in the air. 

Eumenes, for his part, didn’t say or do anything, content to just let Mew talk center stage.

“Canines are unfortunately a lowly race of pokémon that can never be civilized and assimilated into society, it’s why it’s best for society at large if they were purged...never has there been such a disgusting group of creatures, so unworthy of life as it was!” Mew exclaimed.

She took a deep breath, composing herself as she started to look into Astraeus’s eyes and caress his cheek. Having just said all of that however did not make him feel at ease in the slightest, her touch was soft and gentle, but there was no underlying warmth to the motion – it was cold.

“I can’t have humans be turning into dogs of all pokémon, thus it’s imperative that I find the naughty little pokémon behind your transformation and punish them for misbehaving...but I am pleased to say that you, Astraeus, have something valuable you could provide for me~.” Mew said, saying 'dogs' with such venom she could have just as easily been an ekans. 

Astraeus shook his head, which caused Mew to then frown and she then swiped away the pacifier from his mouth, finally letting his mouth free.

“Courtesy of Eumenes, I was able to ascertain if you were a good fit – I must say, your dirty diapers make for impressive fertilizer; my zinnias are already flourishing.”

He coughed in disbelief, and for a moment he couldn’t believe his ears and just sat there in shock.

“You’re using my shit to grow your flowers!?”

Mew grabbed his chin and brought him to meet her eyes, face to face. “You will not curse in my presence.” Her eyes were piercing, and gone was the relative mirth she had previously fashioned for them.

“...Well, if it means so much to you.” Astraeus said, rolling his eyes.

Mew narrowed her eyes. “The last dog to roll his eyes at me had them ripped out. I suggest you answer me correctly and apologize for your continued well-being.”

She was clearly insane, and that was probably putting it mildly. Astraeus glanced over to the braixen, and he had a small smile on his face and seemed to barely be able to contain his laughter. It wasn’t worth it surely….

“I am sorry for cursing, Miss Mew.” Astraeus said, adding on the last honorific hastily as he remembered Eumenes’s other words at the villa.

Mew patted his head. “Good doggie, see? You can be respectful to your betters...was that so hard?”

Even with the pacifier removed Astraeus found that his body still could not move to any real degree. About all he could do was moved his head, and there wasn’t much to see. It was complete ghost town, and not a single pokémon or human was about and out in the city.

“We are in a sliver of a different dimension, a tiny crack where we are the only ones here in this mirror world. You can walk forever and never leave this table or find anyone to help you.” Mew said offhandedly.

As if to prove her point Mew set Astraeus down on the ground and at once he found that he could control his body again. Astraeus instantly took advantage of that and started to book it as fast as he could.

Mew and Eumenes said nothing and did nothing as he started to run away from the pair. Even more worryingly, she appeared to be right. As the riolu was running down the main road he passed businesses and homes alike, but there was not a single soul around anywhere.

He glanced back at the two and as he saw the two chatting away as nothing had happened. When he focused back on the road he finally saw something besides a shop.

Astraeus skidded to a stop as he started to see a table with two people at it, and one was pink and floating! There was no way right?

He came into view of the table and it was indeed Mew and Eumenes, and the pink cat just pointed and laughed at him.

“Hey! Long time no see baby!”

“What! That isn’t possible!”

Astraeus looked down the street from the way he just came, and he couldn’t see anything down but just the barren street. He mumbled under his breath and shook his head in disbelief as he started to run again, but this time he ran towards the coffee shop.

As he approached its bright red door he flung it open to reveal...the outside...the door didn’t in fact lead to the inside of the business as he thought it would, but it lead right back to Mew and Eumenes. He looked back outside the door frame, and then once again towards the entrance of the building.

He saw two copies of Mew and Eumenes on either side of the door, each with Mew laughing at him, creating an almost feedback of cruel laughter.

He started to feel himself float again, this time backwards, and once again into Mew’s waiting arms. As her arms wrapped around him he felt his body begin to become rigid, as if made of stone. He was back to not being able to move.

“See? I’ve created a nice and quiet pocket dimension just for the three of us. You’re not getting out until I want you to.” Mew explained.

“No! No! This isn’t real! You’re playing some illusionary trick on me!” Astraeus cried.

“Well...yeah, it’s not entirely ‘real’ if we only talk about the physical world, but I don’t rely on tricks. I rely on my own strength.” Mew shot back.

The door to the coffee shop opened and out came a bewear. It wore a simple black apron and it had a tray with a couple of drinks on it. Its eyes seemed to be glassy, as if in a dream like state. Their movements were robotic and they moved very slowly over to the table.

“Please! Help me!” Astraeus cried out to it.

It didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence and didn’t even look in the direction of his voice as it set the tray down.

Almost immediately after it was done, as if to toy with him, Mew swatted at the pokémon with her hand, and it caused the pokémon to disappear into a white mist, as if it were a ghost, and it floated away from her hands and dissipated into the air.

“Nice try.” Eumenes sneered.

On the tray was a cup of black tea, an affogato, complete with a serving of ice cream in it, and the cup of Moomoo Milk that Mew also requested. Eumenes reached over for his drink, then Mew did the same for hers, as Astraeus was in her lap he could see the cup of tea still was hot, with its steam curling up into the air.

Eumenes then reached down and grabbed a baby bottle out of the bag he’d brought and had began to pour the drink into the bottle. Mew waved her hand and into a flash of light a simple wooden highchair appeared on the left side of the table.

The implication was quite clear now.

Mew picked him and set him down in the highchair, his diaper rustling as she did so. There were no restraints or buckles or anything of that sort in the chair, seeing as to how Astraeus couldn’t move still, he could only assume Mew thought it utterly unnecessary. 

“Assam...how lovely.” Mew said to herself.

“So what do intend to do with me?” Astraeus asked.

Mew sat down her cup for a moment and looked at the riolu, as if to consider an answer.

“Preferably, I’d want you to be a full time fertilizer factory for me, using those diapers of yours at my palace…there’s very little dogs could offer me expect their own bodies for research.” Mew said deadpan.

Astraeus huffed. “You’re still not letting up on that? You’re a total sociopath!”

“Some call me a psychopath as well. I’m not offended in the slightest, dear, but I don’t think either is accurate.”

She then motioned to Eumenes, he nodded and began to bring the bottle to Astraeus’s lips. He considered rebelling, to say that he wasn’t going to put up with this ridiculous charade the two were throwing.

It never materialized though. 

All three knew he would nurse the bottle. All three probably also knew Astraeus wouldn’t hate the experience doing it either. But only two knew it had laxatives in it.

As it was accepted into the riolu’s mouth, the welcome and now familiar trickle of milk went down his throat. 

Once his mouth was latched around it he found he could not even move his mouth away in the slightest. He was stuck in place. 

There was not even the usual scenery to look at or any people to watch, for there was neither. There was only the milk shoved at him. His eyes could still dart around though, and he saw Mew nurse her cup of tea. (Though not nearly as literally as he did with his drink.) 

Eumenes mumbled within earshot and finally exclaimed, 

“I have a hangnail…”

Mew in turn frowned.

”I trust you have not been doing any manual labor? I don’t like you ruining your pretty hands with work.” 

What was their relationship anyway? That was forefront on Astraeus’s mind, as they weren’t lovers and not what he would consider friends either….

The milk was slightly chilled, and he wondered if it was from a cooler originally. It was delicious and sweet, miltank milk was known to be high in calcium and much better tasting than regular cow milk, causing even pokémon trainers to drink it without complaint.

Astraeus still thought breast milk was a bit better, even if he wouldn’t tell anyone and take that secret to his grave hopefully he thought silently. 

“No, I guess it just happened recently, perhaps it was the knitting I did a bit ago, the thimble maybe...” Eumenes said. There was a note of dread in his voice, but the riolu couldn’t parse why.

The synthetic nipple was also a bit larger than the real thing and as his tongue flicked over it he was tempted to bite into it which was something he couldn’t do with the ninetales or he might have met an early end.

The sunlight was at least warm, perhaps one of the realest things there, and he loved every moment of it.

“You will accompany me and join my manicure appointment tomorrow.” she commanded.

“I was going to go to the bay with my-!”

“All of us will go to the nail appointment then.”

Yet again, there were more commandments Astraeus thought. There was neither ‘if’, nor ‘no’, or ‘but’ around her – human and pokémon alike listened to her unfailingly. Such was the law of the land. Really, she would have made a great salesperson with how she handled rebuttals.

'Rules are made to be broken', Astraeus thought to himself.

“Yes, I understand.” Eumenes responded without missing a beat. Those rules would not be broken by the braixen, he too readily knew his place.

Astraeus crossed his eyes to look at the bottle in his hands; it was very nearly done, and if he had been nursing more dutifully, “as a good baby should” Mew would be eager to tell him, he would have drained the bottle dry by now.

Still, he must have been making satisfactory progress for the two, as they didn’t scold or yell at him, and in truth, they did scarcely acknowledge his existence, as if doing so would have been a personal affront to the either of them.

And knowing the egos of both of them, it probably was.

Just when he had finished nursing in totality did Mew finally look in his direction after many minutes. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, at least, Astraeus determined it to be mischievous, as he never thought Mew would be looking at him jovially in any way.

“Good dog, finishing your bottle without a fuss, it was almost hard to believe there was a mutt right at our table what with how quiet and obedient you were.” Mew said, but Astraeus knew the praise wasn’t genuine. Perhaps that was why his tail did not wag at the words.

She would have much rather he misbehaved to invite punishment.

Mew and Eumenes finished their drinks at a leisurely pace, they talked, they laughed, and they took their time to enter conversation no matter how small it seemed. While in a subordinate role clearly Eumenes was seemingly at ease with Mew for most intents and purposes. It was certainty more than a cordial relationship that was for sure. Friendship?

‘Why does he stick around her after all this time?’

Mew glanced at him. “Eumenes is free to leave my side at anytime, he simply chooses to stay, that’s all.”

“She’s better than being around you at least.” Eumenes quipped, causing Mew to snicker.

Some retort was on his tongue, but his eyes widened and he felt his stomach gurgle in protest. Whatever he was going to say was old news, the breaking news was that he had to poop his pants – very imminently in fact.

He bit his lip in annoyance and glared at Mew. She smiled back, and seemed fully aware of what was about to happen. 

“Eumenes said you didn’t yet poop today, so something extra was added to your bottle to make sure you fill those pants of yours.”

“Mew, you dirty, conniving-!”

The pacifier materialized in his mouth once more, sealing it. His fate was similarly sealed, as shortly after, his tail began to flag, signaling that the end of his clean diaper was nigh.

As the load was pushed out into the back of his diaper he started to bite into the pacifier and quietly grunt as Mew and Eumenes looked at him with smiles and grins, for them it was just entertainment and funny to look at, but Astraeus had entirely different thoughts on the matter.

His tail finally dropped, and with a last sigh of relief Astraeus finally had finished his mess, though it was already starting to become uncomfortable as it had no where to go in his diaper seat.

“Go on, ask for it.” Mew said.

“No!”

“You will not be changed until you say it. You can develop a rash for all I care.” 

She was deathly serious about it too it appeared from her face and demeanor Astraeus realized, as he mentally cringed about having to do the unthinkable. 

Astraeus whined into his pacifier but he mumbled around it, saying, “Miss Mew, may I please have a diaper change?”

Mew clapped her hands in excitement. “You can be such a polite doggie when you want to be, Astraeus. Good boy!” Astraeus felt his fur begin to stand on end and bristle with how patronizing she sounded, the words were so saccharine and fake sounding he had to resist the urge to curse her out.

Mew nodded at Eumenes and upon seeing it, he rolled his eyes.

“Ughhh...must I always be the one to change him?” It was a rhetorical question, as when he finished his exasperated display of disapproval he reached for the bag he brought anyhow.

The same changing mat he’d become accustomed to now was laid out on the table and once that was done, Eumenes plucked Astraeus from the highchair, the former was still unable to move to any serious extent and he felt like putty in the braixen’s hands.

“Doing it right on the table...goodness, you really are giving me a front row seat.” Mew said laughing all the while.

She set down her cup for what would be the last time, having finished just finished it. Just in time, as it was just when the riolu found himself being put down on the table.

Just like before, he was immobilized, and Eumenes was left free to maneuver him that way and this way, like a doll. As he could do little more than stew in anger about the whole ordeal, Eumenes quickly brought down his diaper and revealed his caged cock to the mythical cat.

The gems that adorned it shined in the afternoon sun and as Mew saw it, she couldn’t help but let out a sequel of delight and clapped her hands, and said,

“Ooh! What an adorable little cage for the doggie! His little thing is tucked away all nice and snug and sealed away...where it can’t cause any trouble or messes for anyone.”

The braixen retrieved some wet wipes from the impromptu diaper bag and began wiping down Astraeus and the riolu had little choice in the matter as Eumenes took his sweet, sweet time in wiping him down, and it was almost certainty on purpose to give the cat a better show.

As Eumenes was moving his legs left and right, back and forth, and reaching every nook and cranny and fold possible of the riolu’s. Astraeus’s cage and cock rolled on its side as the other pokémon lifted the riolu’s left leg high up in the air to wipe his butt.

“You’re almost kind of cute…” Mew mused to herself.

“He’s not cute when he’s messing his diaper.” Eumenes replied, and gave Astraeus’s chastity cage a flick with his finger.

Mew smirked. “There’s seldom any time that a dog is ever cute, as they are always proving themselves to be such an unruly and wretched blight upon the region.”

‘What’s this psycho’s deal?’

Mew pressed her lips into a thin line and said, “Not saying mean things aloud will not save you from punishment. Consider this your last warning before I destroy that key to your cage you arrogant dog!”

Eumenes meanwhile started to douse Astraeus down in baby powder and it caused his fur to turn white as the braixen worked it in.

“What is your damage? Why do you hate dogs so much, is it because you’re a cat?” Astraeus said, who couldn’t help but smile a bit at the suggestion.

Mew snorted and replied, “Any respectable pokémon would hate dogs! They’re all loud, smelly, stupid, disgusting, and not to mention vile creatures who can’t control their lust to save their lives! It’s a miracle that they even get anything done since they spend all their days masturbating constantly and go about siring their putrid offspring!”

“Gosh, don’t hold back…” Eumenes quipped sarcastically as he started to tape up a new fresh diaper on Astraeus.

The riolu felt the clean diaper begin to cradle his cage and privates, sealing them behind a now familiar layer of babyhood which was in stark contrast to what licentious was sporting inside. Eumenes taped up his old diaper and extended his hand outwards towards Mew, as if offering it.

Mew’s eyes flashed for a brief second and the diaper soon vanished from his hands, as if by magic.

“It will be sent to the lab for quality assurance naturally, but I do want to extend my congratulations out to you once again Astraeus for providing me such high grade fertilizer...as only a little pants filler like you could provide.” Mew explained.

“What! You’re so gross!”

“Dogs provide nothing of value in and of themselves to anyone, or themselves for that matter, but like I said to you already - you make wonderful fertilizer, so pooping themselves is about the only thing a dog can do for me, I’m afraid.”

Mew leaned in a bit closer to him, and continued, “I hope to make you a permanent addition in my palace very soon. Until next time, my little doggie.” She pat him on the head as Astraeus tried to worm his way out of her reach to no success. 

As the words left her mouth, a bright flash of light she was gone. When it finally subsided, and Astraeus had opened his eyes from the assault she was no where to be seen. Eumenes was all that remained, and a flood of pokémon erupted into the street, appearing as if by a magical force. Everyone paid no attention to him.

They all walked, talked, and carried on with their lives as if nothing had been amiss, as if they had always been there. The riolu turned to the braixen, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“It figures she makes me have the pleasure of taking you all the way home...you gotta love cats.” Eumenes mumbled aloud, taking the riolu's hand to lead him back to the waiting coach. 

Notes:

Plot and world building?? No way

Anyway, with this chapter, I’ve officially surpassed my longest word count of anything I’ve written ever lol.

Chapter 10: Recreant

Summary:

Babysitting

It was a long carriage ride home and Astraeus would have liked to say that it was an exciting adventure, the truth of the matter was that it was quite a boring one. The curtains were always pulled back so there was nothing to see. The other pokémon were always tight-lipped, so there was no one to talk to.

So, it was a little over two an hour ride and of course a wet diaper later that the group got back to Lumiose City.

Astraeus felt the carriage come to a complete stop and almost at once was he yanked to his feet via his leash. It was probably around late afternoon if the riolu had to guess. Astraeus had the pacifier secured firmly in his mouth, and a strap had been brought around the back of his head, which effectively solidified its new status as a gag. This way, Eumenes told him, he could no longer be “a mouthy little doggie” to everyone; they all were only trying to help him the braixen told him.

Now help him in what way, Astraeus had no idea, but somehow he doubted their sincerity.  

“Whast dat men?” he mumbled around the pacifier as best he could.

“All of us are only trying to help you learn your place...we wouldn’t want you to cross a line you aren’t supposed to cross after all.” he said, as a wicked smile had begun to creep across Eumenes’s face.

“Fwac yu!”

The braixen didn’t even bother to respond, and instead just turned his direction to the townhouse. The carriage was stopped right outside and Eumenes quickly made a beeline for the door.

Eumenes flung open the door, having been unlocked, and shoved Astraeus inside the foyer. In one fell swoop he slammed the door open and began to drag the riolu further into the house.

“Nyx and Coeus should still be fast asleep under the auspices of those two, you can try to shout for them all you want, but as long as that hypno is here they won’t ever hear you.”

Eumenes then takes a second to scan the surrounding area. Astraeus can’t tell what to make of his gaze, whether it’s disapproving or if he was just making a mental map. The braixen bit his lip and remarked,

“Interesting choice of décor, no? I can’t really stand all these new types of constructions in the city...I’m much more partial to Empire style myself.”

His grip was steely, and secure enough to where Astraeus couldn’t wrestle his way out of Eumenes’s hand, much less speak. As the two walked past the kitchen the highchair Nyx had gotten was still out. Eumenes couldn’t help but smile as he saw it, but otherwise made no comment.

The two continued down the hallway until they reached Astraeus’s nursery, and upon opening the door, Astraeus couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of relief embarrassing as it was.

“Oh my goodness! Your mommy put together such a cute little nursery for you. It’s perfect for a little mutt like you!” Eumenes exclaimed sardonically.

The braixen sauntered over to the changing table, taking Astraeus by the hand. He then promptly set the riolu up on the table and snatched up the robe the other pokémon had been wearing. Eumenes fumbled around for a moment in the bag he’d brought with and retrieved a small silver that Astraeus remembered seeing before.

Eumenes wordlessly began to unlock the cage to Astraeus’s cock, and upon popping free finally, the braixen said, “I think your weewee looks better all covered up personally, maybe next time I’ll just keep it on you~!”

With that threat said he then took the pacifier out of the riolu’s mouth, finally freeing his tongue and mouth which had begun to feel strange after having been compressed by the bulb of the rubber nipple for so long. The braixen then slipped the chastity cage key back into the bag, along with the pacifier gag.

Eumenes rushed over to Astraeus’s crib and set him down, but not before unclasping his collar and leash.

“We’re all going to leave, and your friends will wake up in a bit, okay? So don’t destroy those diapers of yours too bad, because no one might be around to change you for a while, alright?”

“I’ll make sure you guys regret all of this! When I see that stupid fucking cat again I’ll strangle-!”

Eumenes had already sped walk to the door and slammed it behind him. Astraeus almost instantly clambered up the sides of the crib, difficult as it was with his large, puffy diaper. He looked over the edge of the crib and steeled himself, as it was a pretty good ways down, even if the fall was on carpeted floor.

And fall he did, right on his diapered end which thankfully cushioned some of the blow. He huffed, brushed off his knees and marched right for the door.

The door knob was high up, at least for him in his current body. He tried banging on it, making some noise that would hopefully alert the two.

“Nyx! Are you okay?”

Silence. He strained his ears to listen, but there was nary even a peep outside the door. It was eerily silent in the house. His eyes darted over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

Walking over there, he was met with quite the surprise when he found he couldn’t move it at all. It was too heavy for him to even budge, and despite all his straining he couldn’t get it move even an inch.

Astraeus gave a long drawn out sigh, defeated for the time being and out of ideas. He was too weak to move anything and too tiny to reach anything. Just like a baby.

The riolu couldn’t do much more than twiddle his thumbs in the nursery. His bladder had been steadily filling up the entire time, and now it was readily apparent that he needed to pee quite badly to where it was an ever present ache.

But he still didn’t want to void his bladder of its contents just yet. Perhaps he could hold out, wait for Nyx who would be so impressed with his masterful display of retention that she’d let him use the potty- toilet! It was the toilet, not the potty! That was what little kids called it.

“And I’m not a little kid.” he whispered to himself under his breath.

He was brought to attention by hurried footsteps and the door slammed open. His head snapped to the noise and he saw Nyx. She had a wild look on her face and looked quite stressed.

“Astraeus! What are you doing out of the crib? Were you not in timeout mister?” she sighed and put her hand on her forehead, “what am I going to do with you?”

Astraeus rushed over to the zoroark as fast as his legs and diaper would allow. “Nyx!”

“Okay, listen. I’ve already called the neighbor over. Miss Eos is her name, she is a very nice alakazam and she’s going to look out for you while me and Coeus go to the doctor’s office alright?” Nyx said, and had turned to rush out the door once again.

“What’s wrong with him?” Astraeus asked.

She looked back at him and replied, “Well, baby, I don’t know. His arm is hurt, I don’t know how it happened.”

He had even more questions for her but she had already closed the door, eager to leave. The riolu’s face tensed up.

‘What? Did they really break his arm?’

A pit formed in his stomach, and it wasn’t from having to poop. (Not yet at least) Guilt rushed over him. It was really his fault, and while he thought it had just been a scare tactic – just to make him listen to them. But, worryingly, those three had followed through on their threat!

He hated them, he wished they would all go away, he didn’t want to listen to them...but what choice did he have? That group swooped in at any random time, swiped him, and put those two at risk.

‘As long as I’m here those guys are in danger.’

He of course wanted to leave. For himself, but also for the others. Staying here...perhaps it was selfish of him to stay. In a way, despite it being so foreign – the nursery, Nyx, his body itself, it was all he had, in that sense it was comforting. He would have no where else to go if he decided to just up and leave and no one to go to.

That scared him the most of all right now.

He of course didn’t want to stay. He didn’t like the baby treatment, he didn’t like the baby food, and he didn’t like the diapers most of all. He didn’t like how puffy and poofy and soft and cozy and warm-

Astraeus shook his head to clear his thoughts.

He didn’t like the way his diaper swelled up and hot pee warmed up his crotch and the funny noises that came from it-

“What the fuck!” he said aloud, in disbelief of himself. 

It’s not like he’d given it much thought. Why would he? He was an adult, it was only natural for him to not like wearing diapers…babies wore them, but he wasn’t a baby. Case closed.

Astraeus did little but pace around for the time being as he still could not find a way out the room. His tail thrashed in irritation as he realized he was foiled by a baby gate of all things! He cursed himself for not paying more attention to how Nyx had opened the stupid thing.

Just then he heard a knock at the door, and then soon after it had swung open. A bright eyed, smiley alakazam came into view.

“Hello Astraeus! Nyx has told me so much about you, I hope we can get to know each other better!”

Astraeus blinked slowly. Was she going to be one of those overbearing ones? She was just a bit too loud and happy for him at the moment, when right now, there was little to be happy about.

“Hi.” he mumbled.

She walked over to him and after crouching down to his eye level she said, “Why don’t we get you some food, hm? That’ll help you perk up.”

Not exactly taking no for an answer, she simply scooped him up into her arms and began to carry him out of the room.

“Let me go!”

Squirmy little thing! Does the baby have the wiggles?” she asked rhetorically.

This really only made the riolu squirm more, partly to spite her and partly because he just didn’t want to really listen to her.

Despite what he wanted, he was still carried out into the kitchen against his will (this was part of a occurring theme Astraeus noted) and once he caught sight of the babyish highchair he renewed his struggles even more. Eos, to her credit, was much stronger than Astraeus had originally thought and he had soon found out she wasn’t going to budge.

So, he was thus strapped into the chair, the feeding tray was lowered, and the other pokémon went off to the cabinets to find something. Astraeus tried to crane his neck to see what she had been doing, but Eos soon came back into view with a sipee cup, the same blue one he’d first been given, filled with milk.

“Drink up, kiddo,” Eos said, “afterwards we can have playtime and fun!”

He brought the cup to his mouth and began to drink up the milk, still not entirely on board with any of this, but he understood he didn’t really have any cards to play. Eos was content to just watch the pokémon pup dutifully drink, as if it were the most interesting thing. (Astraeus seriously doubted that)

Astraeus was determined to guzzle it all down as fast as he could to just be rid of the thing, but just like the bottle nipples, the toddler cups were designed so that the whole ordeal was painfully slow.

“Nyx said you hadn’t made your poopies today, or the night before. She’s really worried about that, little guy. We’re definitely going to fix that in a second…” Eos said, as she turned to the fridge.

He froze up for a moment. ‘What does that mean?’

The answer was provided very quick as the alakazam came back with a jar of prunes in her arms along with a baby spoon. She set down the jar on the tray, unscrewed it, and sat the utensil down and waited for the riolu to be done with his drink.

“I don’t want those.” Astraeus said pointedly, setting down the cup since it was now completely drained.

Eos gave him a warm, but firm smile. “She was very adamant about you making your messies – you haven’t had any today or last night.”

‘Well that’s because I was a bit preoccupied by being kidnapped but go off.’ he thought sarcastically.

Eos had already started to bring the spoon up to his mouth, full of waiting prunes. He resolved that he wouldn’t make it easy for her.

. . .

Apparently psychic type pokémon were very good at getting others to do what they wanted Astraeus thought to himself. His mouth had been closed, his arms had been crossed in childish defiance – but somewhere along the way he’d found himself in a hazy sort of state, barely aware of his surroundings.

That was where he had ate every bit of food in the jar, and only after that did he become fully cognizant of his deed. His mouth had just opened readily for each and every prune she’d offered him, and as the last one had entered his mouth, the pink glow around the corner of his vision had dissipated, and so had the faint glow from Eos’s eyes.

He would soon be feeling the effects of the stewed prunes, he was certain. Eos though for her part was happy and cooed at him for finishing all his food without complaint.

“That diaper will be nice and full in no time, don’t want you getting constipated!”

She quickly unstrapped the riolu and set him down on the ground. He tried to bolt almost as soon as his feet touched the ground but was stopped.

“Hey, why don’t we go play in your room? I’m sure Nyx got you tons of fun toys!”

He had no doubt Nyx had gotten toys and games for him to play with, he just didn’t want anything to do with them! It didn’t much matter what he wanted to do at any particular time these days, Astraeus knew, and as luck would have it Eos had already picked him up.

He was then carried back down the way they had just come, and soon he found himself looking at the inside of the nursery. There was indeed a large toy chest in one corner of the room, stocked with everything a baby would find fascinating.

There was the play area that was sectioned off from the rest of the room, the alakazam opted to put him in the section for now, that towering mesh wall was intimidatingly almost as big as him. She flung open the chest and patted the riolu on the head.

“Hang on a second, Astraeus.”

She exited the room without so much as telling him where she was going. He huffed in exasperation, not sure what to make of the whole scenario. He was glad that he was finally able to be left alone for a bit, not having pokémon constantly be on his ass.

His fingers grazed the tapes of his diaper, and a flash of inspiration struck him. In an act of defiance, he tore open the tapes of his diaper and throwing it down on the ground roughly.

He was now naked as he looked at the discarded diaper before him on the carpet.

‘Finally!’

Seeing his penis free was also gratifying, usually hidden away by steel or diapers.

Astraeus began to pad around the pen slowly. That stupid waddle was gone, and no longer did he hear that accursed crinkling wherever he went. He felt free, liberated even as he smirked at the diaper.

He should have done it long ago frankly, part of him wondered why he didn’t. The other part of him tells him why – he was still afraid of accidents, childish as that sounded. He was scarcely ever even left alone, making it all the harder, but it really did beg the question: why didn’t he just take his diaper off, again and again? Surely Nyx would have gotten tired of it at some point.

The door cracked open again, revealing Eos in the door frame with a plastic plate. She noticed almost immediately and made a face.

“Astraeus, why is your diaper off?”

“I don’t want to wear one, I don’t need it.” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She set the plate down, now revealed to be an assortment of snacks, and walked over to him. She picked up his diaper, and turned to him.

“Alright, let’s re-diaper your kiddo.” Eos said.

Astraeus tried to back away as far as he could, until he hit the wall of the playpen. He was stuck between a rock and a not-so-hard place. She gently took hold of his arm and went to work the still clean diaper up his legs.

For his part, he tried to squirm and wiggle as much as could to make it as hard as he could. Eos didn’t appreciate that.

“Astraeus, do you want Nyx to know you were misbehaving? Now, let’s get that diaper of yours back on your butt where it belongs.”

“No! Diapers are stupid! I’m not wearing them anymore!”

Eos shook her head and stopped for a moment. She blinked her eyes once, and the next time they opened she had a pink glow emanating from them. Astraeus felt his body go still for a moment, immobilized.

The diaper had also started levitating and it wrapped around his legs like a homing missile. By telekinesis it had re taped itself, floating into place. Ominously, a light pink glow surrounded the diaper for a few moments, then faded.

Astraeus fumbled for the tapes of his diaper, but was met with a surprise – no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t even get a bit of traction. His fingers just slid off the tapes as if it were part of his skin as the tapes glowed.

“I don’t want to have to do that, but you leave me no choice, your diapers have to stay on you.”

The riolu looked up at the other pokémon in disbelief, sputtering as he said, “W-wait...you can’t do- I-!”

He stopped to try to tug at the diaper, but that didn’t work either. Nothing did. They were completely stuck on him for the time being. Astraeus had been planning on tearing the diaper off, hoping that the babysitter would be too laid-back or unwilling to do anything about it, and finally prove once and for all he didn’t need diapers.

Needless to say that plan had now changed.

“There are plenty of fun toys to play with in the room, why don’t you try some of them out?” Eos offered as she went to pluck him out of the playpen.

He found himself on the carpeted floor once again, and Eos went to the rocking chair to sit down, evidently intent on supervising his playtime.

Astraeus, in another burst of defiance, simply plopped down on his butt in the middle of the room. He wouldn’t debase himself with any ‘playtime’. Eos could sit in the chair for the whole time and he wouldn’t care one way or another.

“Sitting by yourself is going to be awfully boring – why don’t you go get some toys out from the chest? Have some fun!” Eos said as she started to get up from the chair.

The riolu watched as she shuffled her way over to the toy box and pulled out a few things: a rattle, a few blocks, teething rings, and a few toys that flashed a bunch of colored lights. One of the things she set on the ground was a stuffed pokémon plush, a scorbunny.

It was a simple yet cute stuffed toy with fine patchwork and seaming, which was barely discernible. With two buttons for eyes and a literal button nose it didn’t look like the real thing at all, but Astraeus immediately perked up upon seeing it.

Walking over to it, he had decided crawling would be too babyish, he looked it over. It was unremarkable. It had all the colors of a scorbunny, but it was much softer than the real thing. When he went to touch it his head suddenly felt dizzy.

He stumbled back for a moment, trying to get his bearings straight.

“Did you find a friend? What’s their name?” Eos asked.

Astraeus blinked, looking up at her. “Surya.” The name felt right – it also rolled off his tongue, as if he’d called it out a hundred times before.

“Oh? That’s a pretty name, I like it!” Eos said.

He held it in his arms, bringing the plush close to his chest until he could feel his own heartbeat against it.

She brought over a few other toys to him, but he gave them no attention – playing with them would only further solidify in her mind that he was a baby. How he could convince her that he wasn’t one remained to be seen.

”I’m not really a baby you know, I’m twenty three…my birthday is going to be in three months come August…” Astraeus said. 

Eos grinned. “Oh, wow, Nyx will have to throw you a birthday party soon then! She said you were probably about two, no?”

”No, I’m not two! I’m an adult human!” 

The alakazam nodded along, saying, “Are you confused silly? You’re a pokémon, not a human…did Nyx read about one in a bed time story recently?” 

Astraeus dropped the conversation. Clearly pokémon were much denser than he’d originally thought….

”Can we watch the news?” he asked, trying to change the subject. 

“Nyx said you really don’t get screen time, why don’t we play with all these nice, fun toys here?” Eos said, her voice sweet as ever.

Clearly, she wouldn’t budge from the topic, as asinine as it was. He didn’t find any of it really engaging, which was good he thought as he knew baby toys were meant to be colorful and bright to attract their short attention spans. The fact that he didn’t care meant he still had his adult wits with him, it was about the only thing he could ask for at this point.

He feared Eos would keep on annoying him about the matter, so for the sake of peace, he toddled over to a set of blocks and began building. He was never destined to be an architect, but Astraeus just started building the base to some right now undefined structure.

“I brought you some snacks if you’re still hungry!” Eos said, which startled him him so that he dropped the wooden cylinder he was holding.

“Still working on your pincer grip I see? You’ll get there sweetie.”

‘I figured a psychic-type would be smarter…’

The scorbunny plush with its new minted name wasn’t too far away from him as he assembled the beginnings of a castle. The plate was also next to him, and as much as he thought it was a bit childish with its menagerie of graham crackers, apple slices, and grapes, he did find himself sneaking a few bits here and there.

Before he even knew it, his tail flagged, and in a split second of recognition, he figured the prunes had finally made good on their promise to make him fill his diaper. His legs instinctively began to crouch, getting into position.

‘Already? It’s only been fifteen minutes since I ate!’

He began to squeeze tightly on Surya’s arm as he felt a slimy mess start to form in the back of his diaper. It never got any easier, and it was always just as gross to him….

Luckily, when he was done, Eos spoke up, “Oh? Did baby make some stinkies? Let’s get you cleaned up!”

She had already grabbed a hold of his hand and began to briskly walk over to the changing table. With one hand in hers, and the other gripping the stuffed toy, he soon found himself staring up at the changing table.

He needed no further instruction to climb up the stairs himself and he tried to lay down as gently as he could to not disturb the large mass in his diaper. He found himself a bit wary of her changing his diaper, as they were little more than strangers – he was used to Nyx changing him, used to her touch and her face and kindness. As stupid as that was he thought to himself, because deep down he knew he shouldn’t have.

Deep down he should’ve hated her. She had seen to it that he hadn’t seen a toilet for days, wore embarrassing outfits, and ate the most wretched food imaginable. But he could not bring himself to do so. As stupid as that was he thought to himself, because deep down he knew he should’ve loved her.

Still, as he found his head resting against the foam pillow of the pad, he began to rest a bit easier, even as the alakazam began to undo his diaper with ease. It seemed as if others could undo the tapes to his diaper, but not he. Eos smiled as she took the plushie out of his hands and set it towards the end of the changing table.

“There we go! We don’t want him to get all dirty, and this way he can look over you!” Eos said.

The change was brief and it lasted but a few minutes, Eos made quick work of the diaper as she taped it up and tossed it away in the diaper pail. On the new diaper the same pink glow swiftly enveloped it, ensuring it was impossible for him to remove.

Indeed, when he tried to reach for the tapes Astraeus felt his hands simply glide off them. He was stuck yet again.

“All clean!” Eos said as she picked him up, holding him on her hip.

She led him by the paw back over to the pile of toys, and he was still little interested in any of them. The beginnings of his castle still stood, taunting him. The blocks chided him, telling him that he would be better off to ignore their lull. For the time being, he did not listen. For what else would he do to pass the time?

. . .

It was but a few hours before Nyx and Coeus returned, as now evening had began to rear its head and the last bits of the sun had almost let themselves be devoured by the night.

Eos had said goodbye to all of them, and after explaining the psychic happenings regarding his diaper, Nyx not only loved the idea, but she had wanted the alakazam to do it on all the future diapers she’d get. He was already mortified as it was to learn that the powers had extended to every unused diaper still in the packages in the closet.

When he saw the floragato Astraeus instantly went pale, he had a cast on his arm and a pained look. The zoroark had even taken the opportunity to sign his cast, her signature was done in bright red marker.

“I’m sorry! It’s all my fault-!”

Coeus looked at him strangely. “What? Look, I just fell out of bed and broke my arm; I was being careless. It’s not your fault kid; I'm just lucky it was a clean break.”

The riolu clammed up. They didn’t remember anything. What had happened between all the pokémon in the house?

Nyx of course was fraught with worry and concern, and that was obvious to both of them to where Astraeus didn’t even need to use his Aura powers to discern. Still, when she saw Astraeus she ran over to hug him and coo.

“There’s the baby boy! Did you miss us?”

Astraeus shook his head. “I knew you guys would be back eventually…”

Nyx laughed and rubbed his back. “You are ever the silly baby, Astraeus.”

With that, she ceremonially picked him up, bridal style, and she began to walk him back to the nursery. Coeus soon followed behind the pair. When the three entered the room Nyx and Coeus saw the aftermath of Astraeus’s playtime.

“Oh, did you built that castle all by yourself?” Nyx asked excitedly.

Astraeus nodded. “It’s built in Churrigueresque style,” he added sarcastically. 

Nyx didn’t seem to pick up on it, and said, “Goodness, you really are talented Astraeus! I have a little architect on my hands!”

With that proclamation, she carried him over to the rocking chair in the corner, and upon sitting down she said, “Coeus, I’m going to nurse the baby now, and you’ve had a long day, so I think it’s best you get to bed a little bit early tonight, okay?”

Coeus blushed, and said scarcely a word as he speed walked out of the room.

“Alright, I think we ought to try this again, Astraeus. No biting or cursing this time, I want you on your best behavior, okay?”

The riolu said nothing.

Nyx sighed, but began to take off her blouse she’d worn to the doctor’s office. Astraeus mentally sighed. ‘Here we go again…’

Just like before he was brought up to her breasts, and just like before he was positioned over a waiting nipple. He considered resisting. He also considered the fact that he’d been subjected to being nursed a few times now, and it wasn’t the worst thing ever. Better to do it with the zoroark than that ninetales, that was for sure.

Steadily he was being pushed ever closer to it, bit by bit. Bit by bit his resistance faltered too.

‘Am I about to do this, really?’ he wondered.

It wasn’t the worst thing he could do. That’s what he told himself.

The first few drops of milk spilled into his mouth and the rest followed. Nyx had pushed his face into the nipple and this time she wasn’t letting him pull away.

“Let’s do this properly now…” Nyx said to the both of them.

Panic began to set into the riolu as more and more breast milk pooled into his mouth – daring him to choke or swallow. He was saved from death the first time, and at least that was a cool death befitting a Pokémon Trainer, but he didn’t want his obituary saying he died choking on milk while being breastfed.

He sighed into Nyx’s nipple and started to swallow finally.

“Good boy!” Nyx praised him, as she gently squeezed her breast, letting more milk flow into his maw.

Astraeus’s tail began to wag as he felt it hit Nyx’s leg repeatedly.

It was just as rich and creamy as Theia’s milk, but it was nice not having to be nursed by a mentally unstable pokémon Astraeus figured, so it was already way better in his book. But his adult mind still told him he shouldn’t do this, that it was totally unbecoming of an aspiring pokémon trainer who had almost trekked all the way through Victory Road and defeated all Gym Leaders.

Now he was reduced to this.

“You’re doing so well Astraeus, now that you got all that huffiness and puffiness out of your system.” Nyx said as bopped him playfully on the nose.

Not being able to really respond, the riolu continued to steadily drink more and more. As he did so he felt the zoroark run her fingers through his head fur and scalp. His tail started to really get going now, and he couldn’t even blame it because it did feel really good.

Astraeus gripped her waist tighter and had began to finally wrap his arms around her sides as if hugging each other. Nyx smiled and reciprocated the gesture.

“You can be such a sweet little thing, Astraeus. You’re just my cute puppy, aren’t you?”

He broke away for a second and shook his head before looking at her. “You’re not my mother…”

Nyx was taken aback, and her face morphed into a pained smile.

“I know that,” she said as she swallowed heavily, “we’re trying to find your mommy, but no one’s responded to the missing pokémon posters yet but we are trying to extend the search area.”

‘She did that for me?’ He hadn’t known.

It was a kind gesture he thought. He didn’t think it would be very useful however, as his parents wouldn’t recognize a pokémon as their son despite the seeming coincidence of sharing a name. It was comforting that she wasn’t going to just keep him for herself, she was a nice pokémon that was for sure.

As he recently learned, there were plenty of not-so-nice pokémon too.

The two of them said little else throughout the feeding – Nyx didn’t want to interrupt the cute puppy in her lap and Astraeus was too embarrassed to say anything as it was already awkward enough. Meanwhile his stomach was filling up more and more, it was always hard to know when enough was enough.

Luckily Nyx had seemed to pick up on him slowing down and had signaled that it would be his bedtime soon. While he had been saved by the bell, his bladder roared to life with a vengeance, intent on emptying itself. Now that his diapers were completely inescapable, Astraeus debated himself on the best course of action. He could wet himself now, as gross as that was, or he could wait until bedtime to wet himself while alone.

Granted, he would have to stick it out in a wet, soggy, and cold diaper for the whole night and that was not appealing in the slightest.

He mumbled into her nipple, realizing there was still no great choice in the matter and started to will his bladder to empty, which was not that difficult.

Nyx must’ve felt the warmth blossoming on her leg, as she said, “Goodness, I should have put you in your pants kiddo, you really do soak those diapers of yours, hm?”

Gripping Nyx tighter, he continued to wet himself steadily as his diaper seat grew soggier and warmer under Nyx’s lap, resulting in loud, wet squelches. It was a not a pleasant sensation once one knew where it originated from. Nursing whilst he wet, he was trying to maintain a demeanor of calm but his face was flushed red the entire time.

‘Will I get fat?’ he wondered.

Pokemon milk was much fattier than human as it was. If his parents weren’t found soon, would they even be able to recognize a pudgy little riolu as their son?

Luckily, both streams of milk and pee began to peter out at around the same time, and Nyx signaled it was bedtime.

“Preferably I’d want you nursing for more than half an hour, but it will have to do for now. Right now, it’s bedtime for little puppies!”

Nyx got up and took him over to the changing table and sat him down on it. She ripped open the tapes and secured the strap over him before he could react. From the diaper stacker she retrieved a thicker nighttime diaper and began to ready it. After a very liberal dosage of rash ointment and baby powder she brought his new diaper over his crotch.

Astraeus blinked in disbelief as he saw the now familiar pink glow light up his diaper tapes for a few brief seconds. Nyx just smiled as she saw it and readied a pair of plastic pants, which she swiftly brought up his legs.

She walked away for a moment to go into the closet and looked for one of the pajamas she’d bought him. While her back was turned Astraeus tried to pull off his plastic pants, only to find the alakazam’s powers had transferred over to his pants as well!

"What the fuck?" Astraeus whispered under his breath.

“Did you say something baby?” Nyx said, turning to the riolu with a red pair of pajamas in her hands.

Astraeus quickly shook his head. The zoroark shrugged her shoulders and began to walk around the table to face the riolu again, this time holding it up so he could see.

In the same vein as the others, this one was nearly identical to the other sleepers he’d worn but this had dynamic poses of raichus all over it. Embarrassingly, it also had a butt flap on it and it also featured sown in mittens. Once sealed inside, he would be practically trapped in its cozy embrace. Why did she chose such stupid clothing for him to wear?

Astraeus didn’t fight her as the zoroark began to put it on him. As the warm fleece began to ensconce his body he felt like he was getting sleepier and sleepier with each passing second. Nyx must have sensed it as well, as she quickly brought him over to the crib and lowered him into it.

“Now, tomorrow I have a play date planned with that eevee you met at the doctor. His parents called me back and they were delighted that Aion made a friend. So, we’ll be going over to their house so you too can see each other!”

“Oh, okay.” Astraeus said plainly.

It didn’t much matter to him one way or another. The eevee seemed nice enough, if a bit overzealous. Another thought also crossed his mind, if the eevee was truly the Dauphin then he could be invaluable to glean new information about the world. If Astraeus had to suck it up by being a friend to a little eevee then so be it.

A voice in his head told him that this was all the wrong direction however: he was an adult, there shouldn’t have been a part of him that wanted to befriend little children or Arceus forbid, use a diaper. But he feared he had little choice in matters these days.

He was a coward he told himself.

Nyx had taken the initiative to bring over the stuffed scorbunny over to the crib and put them in the corner with the riolu. She leaned in once more to give Astraeus a kiss on the head, chasing away those negative thoughts of his and said,

“Good night baby!”

Notes:

This took a bit longer to produce than I thought it would lol