Riolu Martin's Point of View
Why did that have to feel so good, would it feel similar if I was human? No way it has to be something with this body. Anastasia was definitely enjoying that, but why was it her motherly instincts? The movements felt practised, has she had her own kid before? The warmth I felt when she touched my genitals, was that me getting horny? It felt like it or was it because she is a fire type? Also like my first time wanking, but so much more emotional. It wasn't just pure pleasure/excitement, it was a feeling of closeness and much more. The cool air hitting my balls, her wiping my penis with those cool baby wipes, the softness of a new diaper are great and a hot Pokemon doing it makes it all the better. Just thinking about it, I can feel a log growing in my diaper again, I so badly want to just rub the front of my diaper and enjoy it. Not only that but feeling her tits would be nice too. I am sure she is better than those strippers I paid for in the past.
Suddenly my little me goes wimp. What is wrong with me? I can't think about her like that, she has taken the role of a caretaker for me. If this was role play sure, but for god sake, how old am I? I doubt I am anywhere near close to evolving, let alone being an adult. She thinks I am a young kid at the very least, if not a baby. I still piss myself, I did it in front of her. I think this would feel a little wrong even if she knew about me and offered her body to me. Anastasia must have noticed something was off as she turned to me. At this point we are standing in the kitchen.
"Is something wrong, is your tummy upset? That can happen if you haven't eaten much solid food for a couple of days". Ask Anastasia
"No, wondering what happen to me, if mum don't find me." replied Martin
Reaching under the sink Anastasia put my used diaper in the bin.
"Well if Rebecca is ok with it you could live with us, or you could end up in the orphanage but I will make sure that doesn't happen. I know a few other nice people who would kill to take care of a Riolu."
"Who is Rebecca?"
"She is the human I live with. She is the one that found you and I offered to take care of you until we could find your family. It is only 11am so you can have lunch or you can just have a snack for now?"
"Will have lunch please."
"Good boy, that is great manners."
I can feel myself blushing, as she grabs a large bag from one of the cupboards.
"Does Samantha give you dried Pokemon food sometimes or do you eat the same stuff as her?"
"Eat same, don't think had that before?"
"Not even when you are travelling? It is less heavy than normal food and pretty energy dense. Humans can eat most types of it, but typically don't like it very much."
"No, mum not travel much, since me being born. What mean different types?"
"Well each Pokemon has a different diet so, there has to be different types of dried Pokemon food. Although it is split into 9 main types , three each for omnivores, herbivores and carnivores."
Anastasia continues on for a bit more about the differences between each type of dried food, but I just stare at her blinking a little. Pretending that I don't understand what she is going on about. I do a little, even while only half listening, it is pretty boring.
"Although that probably was just a little too much for you to understand, personally I don't mind it too much when I go on long trips. Would you just like a sandwich with some fruit?
"Yes, no butter, please"
I take a seat at the table. At the seat with the little booster attached, as Anastasia starts making my lunch. It appears they have bought a few things already to help accommodate me. There is an orphanage for Pokemon, ok this is a little different from the games I am use too. Could it be similar to a pound, I doubt us Pokemon are treated like humans, how would Pokemon battling even work. It is basically the same as dog fighting from my world. I really need to learn more about how Pokemon are treated in this world, my fate hinders on that. How to bring up the topic so it is both natural and sounds like something a child would ask. Here goes nothing.
"What are orphanages?"
Anastasia appears to be caught off guard, as if she is unsure of what to say. Her tail is swishing across the ground.
"Well when a child has no one to take care of them, they go to a home with other kids and a few adults take care of them."
"Like Daycare?"
"Yes but they stay there for longer and someone different will pick them up and take them home."
"How long?"
"Well that depends, sometimes months or years, but there is no need to worry about that, as I said you will not end up there."
"Do humans and Pokemon go to same orphanage?"
"Generally no, but sometimes they do."
Anastasia pauses, she is leaving something out and I feel that is what I want to know about. I need to push further.
"Why not, mum treat me like she treat other humans?
Delphox Anastasia's point of view
How much does he know about how society works, I need to be careful, I don't want to ruin his innocence. A child's innocence is one of the most important and beautiful things in the world. Finishing up his lunch I put it in front of him, he doesn't touch it. Maybe I can distract him.
"How old are you?"
"Don't know mum never told, what do with this?"
"Really that is a little odd, do you remember having a birthday? You have to be at least a year old"
"Don't think had one, if so not remember. Why avoid me question?"
He is getting a bit angry. Should I just cave a little, no I should at least try once more.
"Well this is something you should ask Samathana when you get older. I don't think you would understand, there are many things in this world that little ones wouldn't understand."
"I would if you explained." Shouted Martin
Slamming his fist into the Mago fruit making it explodes across the table getting a bit on him, me and the floor. This is followed by a small blue blast denting the table a little. Martin is clearly shocked, he didn't mean to do that. I can feel cracks spreading through his emotional barrier as his marron eyes get watery and he starts hiccuping. Aren't they normally more reddish? I just stand there stunned, I am not sure what to do with him, do I comfort him, he doesn't know me, how will he react. I start getting mad at myself, I see him flinch and his emotional barrier crumbles under the weight of his emotions, he starting balling.
"Accident, don't be mad, accident, sorry" Martin barely managers to crock out
My heart starts to ache at the sight of this. I quickly pick me up and start cuddling him, rubbing the back of his head, trying to smooth him as best as I can, his breathing is uneven, he buries his head into my chest. He must be incredibly sensitive to my emotions in this state.
"It's ok, I know you didn't mean it. I will tell you why, you just have to promise to calm down and listen carefully ok."
"Ok will try."
"Just time your breathing with my, it will help. Now in and out."
Over the next few minutes while he calms himself, I start to clean up the splattered Mago fruit, using my telekinesis, still carrying him. Thankfully I am used to having my hands full, it is fairly easy. I get another one out of the fridge, sit down with him on my lap, pull his sandwich over to him and he slowly starts eating. The damage to the table is fairly minimal so I will not worry about it. I feel him trying to reform the barrier, as it just keeps crumbling away.
I will have to sugar coat this as best as I can, humans and Pokemon have a messy past, even now it is still pretty fucked up. I also have to stay as emotionally neutral as possible, he is in a declaite state.
"Can you understand Unovan?"
"Yes."
"Well some Pokemon can't understand Unovan, sign language or any other language a human can speak, they are not smart enough like me and you, so they can't stay in the same orphanages as humans. They have to be treated differently because they can't communicate with humans. Even amongst those Pokemon that can understand humans there are those that can't understand or don't want to follow the rules that govern our society, so they are treated differently again. There are even Pokemon who can't talk like how we are now, some make their own languages that are different to ours, while others use body language and simple sounds to communicate. There are different orphanages for each of these groups too, because they have to be treated differently."
"How each group treat differently?"
"Do you know what a pet is? Do you know what Pokemon battling is?"
"No, and Yes"
"Well a pet is something like a friend, but they can't talk, they exist to be a companion and to play with. You take care of them as they don't understand how to live amongst us in cities. This is where the first group of Pokemon fall. They either live in the wild, are pets, or are used as farm animals. The second group are like us, we are as smart, or smarter than humans. We go to school and get jobs, we are treated mostly like how humans treat other humans. The last group falls in between the first and the second, they are treated like pets in some ways but are treated like us in others. When it comes to battling humans have to ask the second and third groups if they want to join their teams. While the first group don't get a choice, but there are strict rules on who can be taken from the wild and how they are treated."
"Do Pokemon ever lead team?"
"That is a little complicated to answer, but in short not for the most part."
He is quiet for quite some time, while he slowly finishes his sandwich moving on to the Mago. I think he has accepted the answer for now, but I am not sure how much of that he understood.
"Ok, think understand, what saying. What your job?" Martin finally replies with
"My job? I help care for wild Pokemon that got injured or orphaned. If they can we send them back to the wild, if not they live with someone."
"Why not at work now?"
"Because I took time off to take care of you and don't worry I think every moment so far has been worth it"
"Can play outside, please?"
He is still in a fragile state. I should just let him do as he wants, but I shouldn't leave him alone.
"Ok, but I am going to watch you. Just finish your Mago and I will grab the keys and my laptop."
"Ok."
Riolu Martin Point of View
I don't know what happened but that was so strange, why was I so upset, I just feel emotionally drained right now. There is so much more I wanted to ask, but I just can't. I feel it is best to figure out the limits of this body, I am now stuck in it after all.
Anastasia eventually comes out to the kitchen and leads me out the backdoor, it is a fairly large backyard and she takes a seat at the table on the back patio. I start to go out on the grass as Anastasia asks.
"Do you know when you were born?"
"27 of the 2"
I feel so drained I don't really think about it until I realise my mistake, but I don't care, I will deal with it later.
"So that would make you 14 months since it is now April."
Well it sounds like it is close enough to this body's real age so I will not worry about it and they are 12 months in a year neat I think. Assuming the names of the months are all the same and in the same order.
I first sit down under one of the trees, as I calm myself to reform this fucking emotional barrier. I was too worked up before despite my best efforts. I can feel the emotions of a few others around me, they help to even my out a bit. I start by running from one side of the fence to the other to test my endurance. I lose count after the 100 ish lap, ok my cardio is way too high, I know I was not full out sprinting, but still, as I human I would be fucked. It is the middle of the day and it is a bit hot.
I ask Anastasia for a drink and she complies, it is just water but that is fine. I move up to push-ups (my left arm is sore so I keep most of the weight on my right), sit-ups, a plank part way through and squats. I have gone through several cups of water by this stage and it has probably been a few hours. Anastasia doesn't seem to be surprised by any of this, she has barely reacted to what I am doing. I am surprised my diaper has not fallen off by now. If I was doing this in my world they would have, are the taps just that much stronger in this world?
I have wet it at some point too, maybe multiple times, and didn't even notice. It is not just sweat either I can smell it, this nose is more sensitive than a human's too. I should probably go for a bath and have my bandage changed too, but that can come later. I want to test my strength next but there is nothing I can use. Walking over to Anastasia I ask.
"Are there any weights in the house, I want to do some lifting exercises?"
She didn't imminently notice it was me talking, looking up at me a little surprised. Fuck I realise my mistake, I talked in a perfect sentence, I need to play to carefully.
"No, we don't sorry. Your speaking is a lot better than normal, why is that?"
"Ahhhh. Because I didn't know how you would treat me, so I spoke like that, others treat me better when I do that. They also feel happier for some reason."
"I see that is good to know."
I doubt she brought that, but that was the best I had. It was the truth after all, what else could have I said. I didn't have a good lie to go with.
"Do you want me to ask Rebecca if we can buy some?"
"No, I don't want to be a burden, might not be here for very long."
"That is ok, you are not a burden, I enjoy having you here, we have already brought some things for you so it is no problem."
"Ok I can't stop you."
I don't feel very good about it but I can't do much. I will have to refrain from asking for things in the future. Suddenly I feel Anastasia hand up against the front of my diaper, completely catching me off guard, she pulls back a bit too. She must have noticed my surprise.
"Don't worry I am only checking your diaper, it looks like you are wet, come on let get you changed."
I feel a pressure building up in my bowls, I know what that means, I don't want to shit myself. I hate the feeling and the clean up is a nightmare with all of this fur on my ass. Wait Anastasia will clean up for me but still, if I can help it I should go to the toilet.
"Anastasia, I need to poo. Can we please go to the toilet first?"
"O, you do poos on the toilet, it will be a little difficult for the moment as the toilet is a bit too big for you. We don't have a toilet seat. Can you just do it in your diaper? I promise to change you right away. We will get you one tomorrow when we go shopping."
"Ok."
"Good boy, thank you for not fighting me."
I don't really have the energy to fight her, I just let it happen, my body takes over as I stop holding it. It feels like a balloon has been placed in my diaper as it slowly inflates. Once it runs out of room it breaks apart and spreads around the bottom part of my diaper. If I was distracted I would probably just start pooping myself without realising. It feels so disgusting, it is touching my balls. I hated it as a human and only slightly less now as a Pokemon. It is all in my fur, I can feel it mushing in more as Anastasia picks me up to take me inside. The smell hit my nose, god it is so much worse than when I was human. Hopefully I don't have to do this very much. Anastasia starts stroking my head as I start whimpering.
Author's Note: For those that made it this far, I would like you to know what inspired me to write this story. It was a comic by Crizbn on deviantart called Coming up Short. He is a great artist and can surprisingly fit so much emotion into his drawings. This story is a retelling of the day dreams I had, with a bit added, if I was put into a similar situation as the main character from that story. I can't draw like him, so I wrote this story instead. His story doesn't have the mature themes or the ABDL stuff, but is still a good read. Here is a link to the first page: crizbn/art/Pokemon-Coming-up-Short-Cover-905057862 (Sorry Fanfiction hate links)
Secondly if any of you want to submit OCs by commenting/ DMing on Deviant Art you can choashammer (yes dumb me miss spelt Chaos, can't change it unless I pay). I can't guarantee your OC will end up in this story, but if I like them enough I will add them. Slight preference will be given to gen 1 or 2 Pokemon given that the story takes place in Kanto. Major preference will be given to younger characters as Martin will be interacting with them the most. I will give you a shout out at the bottom of the back that the character appears on for the first time. I will give you access to the google drive folder where I am writing these too, if you give me an email. So you can get early access and give any suggestions, if you want.