The Wrath of the Incontinent (Private for Silvertip and Circuit-Jay)
 

"And now in the Evergrande Tournament is-" The television turned off with a click. The man watching the set scowled and placed his remote down on the couch's arm. The living room was bland: just white tile with various goods strewn about.

He noticed a plate jittering - a sure sign that Martel was approaching.

"Hey Aaron, did you-"

Aaron got up and turned to the Aggron. Martel looked just like a normal Aggron except for his two missing horns and a body pockmarked with scars. And of course, a diaper. Decorated of course, with stylized rocks and mountains.

Aaron sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm surprised they're still holding it after you know..."

Martel shrugged his armored shoulders. "At least we're alive." He glanced down at his diaper. "Albeit with some…difficulties."

The trainer looked in a mirror. One half of his face was that of a normal young man. The other half looked like it belonged to someone twice his age thanks to all the wrinkles and spots on it. And the young half of his face had a rather long trench-shaped scar from where a bullet had grazed him. He sighed; at least he had a face. He had met survivors of the attack who had their faces burnt or blown off.

Aaron looked at his original Pokémon League license hanging on the wall next to all eight of his Hoenn League gym badges. He shook his head; he already got plenty of whispers and stares when he went out in public owing to his unusual face. The last thing he wanted was to have it broadcast around the world.

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Razor squared off against a training dummy. He watched it and with a burst of almost explosive violence, he performed a Dragon Rush, sheathing himself in a corona of blue energy. Upon impact with the dummy, he quickly transitioned into a mixture of Brick Break and Dragon Claw, slamming his iron-hard fins into the target and raking it with his claws.

All in all, it was a remarkable demonstration of combat prowess from the rather unremarkable looking male Garchomp. Unremarkable for two things: a pattern of healed bullet wounds across his lower abdomen and the fact that he wore something that was normally associated with newly hatched pokémon. A diaper. And it had a pattern on it too - stylized dragon claws.

After the furious assault, he stopped to catch his breath. He sat down on a small bench with a crinkle and squish. The Garchomp looked at the official league rulebook in the bookshelf and scowled. Even though he had previously been registered to compete in the league previously, his registration had now been revoked and he was permanently barred from ever competing in the Pokémon League tournaments. All of this was due to the simple rule that disabled or permanently injured pokémon were barred from competing in any Pokémon League battle or competition. Unfortunately, his incontinence was a disqualifying condition.

He turned to a diapered Noivern floating next to him. "How do you deal with this?"

A Noivern, that went by the simple name of Cas, was currently flying over the bench a little bit. She looked like every other Noivern aside from the occasional slight discoloring of scales and scars here and there. Not to mention she wore a diaper that had a nice dragon scale design on it. Unlike the others, she was the only female of the group and the only one born with a need for diapers whenever she is off doing things. That meant things were pretty embarrassing for her when she first stepped into the public and wore diapers. However, over time, she of course got used to the embarrassment seeing how this problem had been with her all of her life.

Cas watched as Garchomp took the training dummy out with his powerful attacks. One thing always surprised her about him, and that wad just how powerful he was at time. She muttered to herself in slight admiration, "I can tell why he was the one mainly used for attacking things instead of Martel." Noivern's attacks weren't nearly as powerful, and she knew it, but she used her speed to make up for that, and it often was a good substitute for power in most cases.

When Razor suddenly came over and sat down on the bench, and when she also heard his diaper squish, she decided to move to the side a little bit so that her wings would no longer took up the rest of the bench. Not to mention that she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the smell. She then answered him as she decided to join him on the bench, diaper simply crinkling when she sat, meaning that she hadn't had an accident yet, "Well, I kind of just try to ignore my accidents, as hard as that may be at times."

Razor sniffed the air and winced at the odor of their diapers. "Yeah. It really is."

He then got up and carefully took down his framed registration paper from its place on the shelf. Next to it was Martel's registration paper. Both of them bore the words "cancelled" in bright red letters. He scowled at it. "Fuck it! I don't know why those tightasses at the League won't let us compete any more!"

The Garchomp placed the certificate back on the shelf.

The training equipment shuddered as Martel entered the gym. "Hey Cas. Hey Razor. What's up?"

"I just finished training," Razor replied.

Cas chuckled lightly when he heard that he agreed with her that ignoring your own accidents may be a little hard. When she saw him grab his registration paper though, she frowned lightly as she knew that she had received the same treatment with her registration. It irritated her too, but not to the point of which she would be extremely angered, just a little irritated that she wouldn't be allowed to help her master with fulfilling his dream, and it also crushed hers a little bit too, but she didn't hold as much of a grudge.

When Martel came inside, she looked over him before smiling lightly and saying, "Hello, Martel. I'm just watching Razor train right now. I can see why Arron chose him as our fighter." She began to smile a bit before continuing, "He's pretty strong." Then she decided to ask him as her expression became a little grim, "Um...How is Arron taking this restriction thing? It isn't too bad for him, is it?"

Martel gave a dry laugh. "Well, he's not throwing beer bottles at the TV." He winced as he recalled the months that proceeded after Aaron was released from the hospital. During those times, their trainer drank and swore like one of Lilycove Harbor's stevedores. And of course, he routinely picked fights at the local bars.

Luckily, therapy had helped him with his alcoholism and aggression. Which he channeled into martial arts training. Hence the gym in the house.

Razor scowled at Martel's bad attempt at humor. "Not funny."

Martel sighed. "Seriously though, he's kind of pissed off. I just--"

"YOU PIECE OF GRIMER CUM! HOW DARE YOU THREATEN TO REVOKE MY LICENSE! DO YOUR ARCEUS-DAMNED JOB AND PROCESS THE FUCKING APPLICATIONS!" Aaron's voice shattered the still air inside the house.

Razor sighed. "Come on. Let's go calm him down before he threatens to burn down the League headquarters or something."

Cas didn't exactly find that funny either. She remembered how Aaron would sometimes come home drunk, and honestly, that scared her a little bit. Not the point of which she would avoid him whenever she could, just to the point of which she would be careful with her words because she wasn't the biggest fan of being yelled at. She opened her mouth to get ready to interrupt Martel as he was talking about Aaron being "kind of pissed off." but then she heard the welling and it actually made her flinch in surprise at how loud it was.

Cas then commented as she decided to stand up and start walking to the area of the house that Aaron was in, "Yeah...Last thing we need is him being dragged off to some mental institution because the people outside star to think he lost his mind..." As she walked, she could feel a series of feelings in her heart. Fear that he may have been drunk again or planning on doing that or something much worse, and a little bit of anger because she honestly wanted him to calm down and think of another way to go about this. Oh yeah, she could also feel herself having an accident as she walked, causing her to blush a bit, but not too much. Now wasn't the best time for nature's calls.

"I have a feeling that threatened revocation of his registration has nothing to do with sending in too many applications," Razor muttered.

Martel was the first to arrive. There, he found Aaron slamming the telephone into the cradle. The man's face was bright red with anger and his teeth clenched.

"Ah, Martel, Cas and Razor, what's going on?" he said. The pleasant tone he spoke with belied his anger.

Razor crossed his arms. "We heard yelling."

Aaron sighed. "Yeah. They threatened to revoke my trainer's license. All because I sent in applications to get all of you certified."

Martel looked over at a nearby table and noticed several cut-out pictures of a Noivern, a Garchomp and an Aggron. There were also several photocopied and printed out pokémon registration forms He scowled. It looked like Aaron had go as far as to resort to forging registration papers.

He gestured to Cas."Hey Cas, look at this." He winced slightly as he felt a little bit of mess slide out of him and into his diaper.

Cas listened and watched as the others spoke to each other. She figured she didn't need to say a word as she stood there. Besides, it wasn't like she could really say very much at the moment, and she was kind of more focused on the accident she had just had in her diaper. While she was capable of ignoring it, sometimes, like she said before, it was a little hard.

Then she suddenly heard her name called and immediately perked up in a little bit of surprise as she hadn't expected herself to be called on. "Why? What did you find?" She asked Martel as she walked over to him while trying to catch what he found in her sight before she got over there.

Martel showed a photocopy of a registration form to Cas. It looked like it was for her but there was a forged signature from a pokémon center showing that Cas was not incontinent and perfectly healthy.

He then pushed a picture of an Aggron that looked a lot like him but had three horns. It too, was accompanied by a forged pokémon center note.

"I have a feeling that's what Aaron was screaming about before. I think he got busted sending these forgeries in," Martel whispered. "We gotta talk to him about this." As he perused the papers, he heard his diaper crackle slightly as it tented out to accommodate the mess that was currently exiting him. Nevertheless, he tried to ignore it.

Cas frowned lightly when she saw the pictures of her when she wasn't having the issues she was having now and when she was basically younger and not covered in scars and discolored scales. The Noivern didn't exactly like it when others lied about things as serious as this, but she could also kind of understand why Aaron was doing this too, so she didn't question him about it. Besides, questioning stuff like that probably wasn't the best idea the moment.

After listening to what Martel said, and ignoring the sound of him messing his diaper, she asked him, "What are we going to tell him? I doubt that either of us can just persuade him to stop what he is doing and to just live with this. He's obviously very mad that his dreams of being in the league have been crushed because of something that happened in the past, so he's determined to try and get himself and us back in. So trying to talk him out of this isn't going to be easy."