“N-No, no, nooo!” Arilin whined as he crouched behind the bush, tail flagged, unloading what felt like an endless heaping of stinking mash into the seat of his diaper. His bladder spasmed again and he felt wetness dripping down his legs onto the grass — not that it mattered, seeing as the first load had already overwhelmed the twice-repaired seat of his jeans. He’d ripped straight through the thin, shoddy stitches, his diaper oozing through the gaping hole in the seat of his pants like dough mashed between your fingers. He tried to clench, to hold it in, but of course he couldn’t. Another PLARP! and he felt his diaper swelling under his grip…
“Nooooo!” he wailed. “I can’t stop, I can’t… why can’t I stop!? Nnnnnff… stupid skunk spray!”
“Excuse me,” said a voice from about two feet away, “but—”
“Ahhhh!” Arilin jumped back, landing squarely on the seat of his diaper. Hot mash exploded all over his bottom, squirting up the front and rear of his diaper alike. He felt it clinging to his fur, air bubbles popping, urine leaking steadily past his leak guards. He was beyond caring. He’d been seen.
“Who are you?” Arilin blubbered, feeling tears beading in his eyes. Just what he needed, some nosy asshole who’d recoil and run off swearing at the horrible stink. It always happened this way, it wasn’t fair! Now Arilin would have to make himself scarce before the idiot found a cop, reported him for public indecency or whatever, not like he had any choice but to soil himself, he couldn’t help it—
But the fluffy dragon bending down at him looked anything but disgusted. There wasn’t any swearing, no sign that what he was seeing or smelling bothered him at all. His big green eyes were narrowed with concern, and his tail swished behind him uneasily, accompanied by a soft but subtle crinkling…
“…How did you find me?” Arilin asked, not daring to believe it.
“Name’s Starbuck,” said the dragon. “And it wasn’t hard, I just followed my nose.”
His nose. That had to be a joke, but…
Arilin and the dragon just stared at each other for a moment. Birds were singing in the trees, and somewhere off in the distance, a dog barked. The dragon, Starbuck, he was still bending over, tail swishing back and forth. He was wearing a handsome pair of shortalls with big brass snaps over what was undoubtedly a thick diaper.
“You– you’re… wearing a diaper too?”
“Mmm. Let’s just say your spray isn’t the only thing that smelled… familiar.”
It was almost too much to believe, but Starbuck seemed immune to Arilin’s stink. He didn’t even seem to notice the heavy fumes wafting from Arilin’s flagged tail — fumes that shimmered in the light like heat off a hot road. He’d been breathing in the fumes for nearly a minute now… the same fumes that had triggered Arilin’s accident in the first place…
Above text by GibsonScratch
Draw by CatMonkShiro
Awww finding someone when they are wearing a diaper is kind of easy. Special if they end up start using it. Then you can only follow the smell like Starbuck did ;)