//------------------------------// // Gabby Griffon -- From Diapers To Deliveries // Story: Yosh E O'Ducky's Potty Training Tales // by Yosh-E-O //------------------------------// “Gildy!” A young, grey-feathered griffon chirped. “Take me to Junior Speeders!” The white-and-brown feather griffon scowled at the fledgling, who was doing some kind of annoying dance. “No way,” Gilda grumbled. “No diaper dweebs allowed at Junior Speedsters.” The grey feathered griffon started to feel tears well up in her eyes. “But…,” She whimpered. “Nobody help me use potty.” Gilda grew a rather sinister smile. “Tell you what, Gabby,” She replied. “Let’s see what Papa Gruff can do for you.” Gabby returned to being all excited as she ran circles around Gilda. “Yay, yay, yay!” She cheered while quickly orbiting the older griffon. “Then I be Junior Speeder!” Gilda groaned. “Yeah,” She scoffed as she tried to move while Gabby continued to circle around her. “It’ll be good times.” As long as she wasn’t the one having to teach Gabby she didn’t really care. She wasn’t a parent, and potty training was something elder griffons like Papa Gruff did anyway. ❊ ❊ ❊ “What’s that?” The green-feathered griffon squawked. “Who said I would get you out of diapers, missy?!” Gabby was unphased by Papa Gruff’s displeasure over being even considered for such a monumental task. “Gildy said you can!” She merrily replied while flapping her wings and hopping from side-to-side. “That’s why you Papa Gruff!” The adult griffon narrowed his eyes. “Gilda, eh?” He considered as he noticed Gabby had a noticeably wet diaper. “Well you’re already wet, and you can’t start off wet. Not unless you want a bunch of stormy clouds on your chart.” Gabby lowered her head. “I no want to wet my diapers or get stormy clouds.” She pouted. “Tell you what,” Papa Gruff smirked. “You go have Gilda change that wet diaper of yours and come back dry. Then I’ll help you learn how to use the potty, deal?” Gabby’s mouth grew an immense, open-beaked smile. “Hurray!” She chirped. “Thank you, Papa Gruff! You the best!” The older griffon smirked. “Think nothing of it,” He replied while ushering Gabby out of his home. “Now don’t come back until you’re all dry, understood?” “Okee!” The young griffon giddily said while running at speeds that made it surprising such a sodden diaper could even remain attached to her plot. Papa Gruff laughed. “That’ll teach her,” He remarked while closing his front door. “Have fun, Gilda. I told you I ain’t running a daycare center. I got enough problems as it is.” ❊ ❊ ❊ Gilda was gathering some rocks to throw at one of the rundown buildings in Griffonstone when an extremely wet Gabby came along side her. “GILDY!” The grey feathered griffon seemed to shriek. “Papa Gruff says he teach me if you change my diapers!” Gilda groaned. “Forget it,” She answered with little emotion. “I’m busy. You can just stay in the diaper and find someone else to teach you.” Gabby smiled. “If I help you,” She proposed. “Will you change me?” It took almost everything in Gilda to not scream in rage at the fledgling. “No,” She firmly stated. “You’re too little to do what I’m doing, and I’m not gonna tell you.” “Will getting out of diapers make me big?” Gabby asked while eagerly flapping her little wings. “Then I be Junior Speeder and help Gildy with big griff stuff!” Gilda knew her anger was not towards Gabby but to Papa Gruff. Papa Gruff was only a papa by name and strongly disliked having been made to take up (and live up to) such a title. Gilda put down her collection of stones and sighed. “Tell you what, squirt,” She told Gabby. “I don’t have diapers on me right now. But bring me a diaper to change you in, and I’ll change you for Papa Gruff. Then you can go bother him about learning.” “Okee!” Gabby squeaked and ran as fast as she could given how much ‘water’ her current diaper had taken on since the start of the day. “Dweeb,” Gilda spoat out while collecting her rocks and spreading her wings. “Fat chance I’ll be changing any griff’s diapers. If she’s old enough to learn about the potty, she’s old enough to learn how to change herself.” ❊ ❊ ❊ “I need a diaper!” Gabby announced as she pulled herself up to see over the store counter. “That’ll be two bits.” The shopkeeper griffon plainly retorted without looking up. Gabby appeared confused. “Bits?” She asked. “What’s a bit?” “No bits,” The shopkeeper replied with a hint of annoyance. “No diaper. Simple as that. You want something here, you have to pay for it.” Gabby plopped her very soaked backside upon the store’s floor and started to cry. “But, but,” she sputtered. “No diaper means Gildy no change me. No change mean Papa Gruff no teach me to potty like big griff.” “Not my…,” The shopkeeper started but then trailed off as he noticed the floor around the fledgling was taking on ‘water’. FA-PUMP! A small package of ‘Diaper Dweeb’ diapers found itself flying over the counter towards the sad, grey feathered griffon. “Take these to Gilda or whoever!” The shopkeeper growled. “Now get out of here! And don’t come back here until someone else can teach you not to leave puddles on other griffons floors!” Gabby took hold of the small package of diapers, stood up, and tore out of the shop. All that remained of her was a noticeable puddle on the floor. The shopkeeper growled while grabbing a mop and bucket. “This is going on both their tabs,” He muttered to himself. “With an inconvenience tax added on for good measure.” ❊ ❊ ❊ It took about an hour for Gabby to find where Gilda had went to throw her rocks. Her journey was met with very disapproving looks from other griffons. However not a single one felt they should do anything more than just give displeased stares and complain about the diaper-clad fledgling sloshing through the town. Each of them were convinced it was the responsibility of only one griffon, the one who was supposed to care for and train the chicks. “GILDY!” Gabby cried while proudly holding out the package of diapers she got from the store. “You change me now!” Gilda, again, found herself dropping her rocks while being totally annoyed about how Gabby had managed to find her. “Ungh!” She groaned. “You’ll leave me alone if I change your diaper, right?” Gabby nodded her head up-and-down. “Yes!” She replied with a chirp. “I go to Papa Gruff and he show me how to use potty like big griff who be able to go to Junior Speeders!” Gilda eyed the sack she had brought for the stones she carried to her vandalism site. This gave her an idea. “Okay, dweeb,” She sighed. “Let’s get that diaper of yours changed so you can get out of my feathers.” Gabby smiled as all she heard was the positives and none of the negatives in Gilda’s statement. ❊ ❊ ❊ “Papa Gruff!” Gabby cried as she burst through the elder griffon’s front door. “Gildy change my diapers and even gave me a present to give you too!” Papa Gruff stomped towards the fledgling and snatched the small sack that was to be given to him. “Fine!” He growled. “So, do you ever feel all tingly before your diaper gets warm?” Gabby thought on it and realized she was feeling that way right now. “I feel tingly now!” She called out with a smile. “Now what I do?” Papa Gruff gestured towards his restroom. “Go in there, take off your diaper, sit on the toilet until you hear water going in the bowl, put your diaper back on, and repeat until you go a few days without needing to bother any griff to change you. Simple as that.” He instructed. “Okee!” Gabby cheered as she did all that she was told. It sounded easy enough. ❊ ❊ ❊ Papa Gruff discovered the surprise that Gilda had gifted him, and was quite furious by the time little Gabby had come out to show she’d succeeded in using the potty. “I did it!” She cheered. “Diapers dry, water sound went in potty, and tingly feeling all gone! Gildy now take me to Junior Speeders!” “Great job, kiddo,” Papa Gruff replied as a sinister grin formed across his face. “This calls for a reward.” “Oh, goody!” Gabby awed with delight as she flapped about Papa Gruff’s house. Papa Gruff wasted no time in heading to his kitchen. Here he mixed up one of the strongest “special” drinks he could devise that he knew Gabby would drink. It was usually for griffons with certain problems, but in this case it would serve a different purpose. “This’ll fix that Gilda,” He beamed while commented to himself. “Special delivery.” “What?” The fledgling grey-griffon asked as she made her way into the kitchen, having overheard Papa Gruff speaking. “Here!” Papa Gruff offered while passing a mug of a very sweet-tasting drink. “Congratulations on your sucess. Big griffs get rewards.” The drink was so good that Gabby had the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. “Okee!” She cheerfully chirped. “I go see Gildy now and tell her I can potty!” “Off with you,” The older, green-feathered griffon shooed. “Gilda can take it from here.” ❊ ❊ ❊ Gabby was feeling very sick to her stomach when she finally tracked down Gilda. “Papa, Gruff,” She moaned as she came to a stop in front of Gilda. “I, uh, use…” Having stopped made the pressure in the fledgling’s tummy beg for release. So she quickly raised her tail, hunched over, and her diaper started to sag. “Gah!” Gilda gagged as the smell assaulted her nostrils. “What did you eat today?” Gabby talked as she continued to evacuate herself. “Papa Gruff,” She answered. “Papa Gruff gave special drink for making tingly feeling go in potty.” Gilda sneered. “Oh, he did?” She asked. “He didn’t happen to tell you what to do when you felt your tail raise and your stomach ached, did he?” Gabby moaned as she still felt unwell in her belly. “No,” She replied. “What do I do when I feel that?” Gilda grinned. “You go to Papa Gruff’s house, go into his bathroom, push out that feeling in his potty, and then ask him to clean you up,” She told Gabby. “Then he takes the potty somewhere special to empty it out, like all griffons do.” Gabby smiled. “And when I do, I no longer a diaper dweeb and go to Junior speeders?” She asked with much hope in her eyes. “You got it!” Gilda replied while taking hold of a small box. “But... it would seem you… er... ‘got into the mud’ as it were, and I really should clean you up.” “Mud?” Gabby wondered. Her diaper was beyond filled but her mind was in the clouds as a result of knowing she would soon be a Junior Speedster just like Gilda. Gilda gave Gabby a quick wash, put a new diaper on her, and placed the old diaper into the small box. She informed Gabby to give that to Papa Gruff the next time she went over as it was proof of how the elder of Griffonstone takes pride in the achievements of his children. ❊ ❊ ❊ This started an ongoing process of Gilda, Papa Gruff, and various other griffons getting ‘special deliveries’ from the young grey griffon. Eventually the town agreed that making an honest effort to potty train her was in every griffon’s best interest. They also noticed how well Gabby could track down any griff in Griffonstone. So, as she grew older, she was given the task of being the mail griff. This not only allowed the citizens of Griffonstone to send and receive messages without bothering to interact with each other. But, more importantly, make Gabby go away before her ‘Griffony Sunshine’ drove them all to madness.