Smelling Aromatisse

Smelling Aromatisse

I was just enjoying a relaxing day with my Aromatisse, watching the news one day. It was just the typical stuff, you know. Car chase by Lumiose City because some dumbass thought he could outrun the cops, footage of a waterskiing Pachirisu, a drunken farmer who thought he saw a UFO… I yawned and stroked my Aromatisse’s soft pink fluff.
“This ain’t news, this is trash. I’m gonna make a toasted cheese sandwich. You want one?” I said.
Aromtisse happily squeaked at me and nodded, smiling.

I went to the kitchen and got out the frying pan and some cheese. One sandwich was for me, made with Munster. The other sandwich, the one for Aromatisse, was made with Limburger, her favorite. It was a little pricy, but it was worth it for her. The two of us really loved our cheeses.

Meanwhile, while I was making toast, Aromatisse was transfixed to the TV, still watching that drek they called news. The reports all laughed again at that waterskiing pachirisu.
“That’s so cute…” One of the anchorwomen said.
She shuffled her papers and took a more serious tone.
“In other news, after a narrowly averted disaster today, Aromatisse are now banned from riding the Coumarine Monorail outside of their pokeball.” The Anchorwoman said.
Her partner nodded and gave the camera a serious look as he shuffled his papers as well. Aromatisse made a distressed squeak.
“Yes, this morning at Coumarine, a rich woman and her aromatisse boarded the monorail going sight-seeing. The aromatisse was said to emit an odor similar to… really?” The anchorman said, breaking character as he gazed at the teleprompter is disbelief.
His partner quickly picked up where he left off.
“It was said to emit an odor similar to cigarettes and three different kinds of feces, described by eyewitnesses as smelling like ‘a burning toilet’.” The Anchorwoman said, keeping an entirely straight face the whole time.
My Aromatisse lifted her arm up and gave her armpit a quick sniff, growing increasingly self-conscious as the show went on. The anchorman on TV continued.
“Reportedly, the monorail conductor passed out from the smell shortly after starting the monorail. Luckily, some brave passengers managed to figure out how to operate the controls, and prevented the monorail from crashing. Afterwards, cleanup crews had to use industrial bleach to remove the smell from where the woman and her aromatisse had sat, since its scent was absorbed into the seats.”
Aromtisse stared at the TV with ide, glassy eyes as footage of men in hazmat suits at the monorail played on the screen. Worriedly, she gave herself another sniff. She feared she might be the smelliest creature in the world.

I returned from the kitchen shortly after the piece on the Coumarine monorail ended.
“I got cheese sandwiches, Aromatisse! Limburger on rye for you, and munster on wheat for me.” I said, handing her a plate. I sat down next to her and happily bit into my sandwich, taking in the delicious flavor of toast and cheese. Aromatisse only nervously nibbled a little bit around the crust.
“What’s wrong, Aromatisse? I thought you were hungry?” I said.
With my hand that wasn’t full of cheese sandwich, I stroked her soft, pink fluff. She jerked back a tiny bit when I touched her. She squeaked at me in a distressed tone.
“Easy there, girl. Man, what’s gotten into you? Normally you love it when I pet you.” I said.
I decided not to press the subject and enjoy my sandwich. It was a damn good sandwich, but I wish I had a pickle on the side. I reminded myself that I’d have to go pick some up next time I went to the grocery store.

I slowly finished my sandwich and glanced over at Aromatisse. She had only taken a couple of bites and didn’t appear to want to finish it.
“You done, Aromatisse?” I said.
Aromatisse didn’t nod or squeak or anything. Instead she tensely held her arms down and quivered, so as not to uncover her armpits.
“… Right. I’ll just wrap it in foil so you can finish it later, all right?” I said.
I took Aromatisse’s plate back to the kitchen to wrap it up. I quickly did that and sat back down with her. She was still tensely holding her arms against her body. She edged away from me a tiny bit.
“Oh, ha ha.” I said, thinking this was some kind of game.
I edged closer to her. She slowly edged away. I moved even closer. Soon she was backed against the armrest on our sofa, trapped. She looked even more tense and nervous than before.

“Wow, Aromatisse, look at how tense your muscles are. You’re like a giant fist. I think you need a massage.” I said.
I went to rub her shoulders. She squirmed and squeaked at me.
“Hey, hold still. I’m just trying to give you a nice back rub.” I said.
Aromatisse squirmed even more. She scrunched up into a little fluffy ball.
“Oof, you’re really not making this easy.” I said.
Aromatisse wiggle around to try and make it harder for me to touch her. I just took my hands off her.
“Okay, okay. Jeez. What is wrong with you? You’re making it really hard to try and be nice.” I said.
That was when the news stories cycled around. If they didn’t have enough material for the whole hour of news, they would repeat the same stories as filler.
“…Yes, this morning at Coumarine, a rich woman and her aromatisse boarded the monorail going sight-seeing. The aromatisse was said to emit an odor similar to cigarettes and feces…” I heard the anchorwoman say.
It snapped in my mind, right into place.
“Aw, you saw the news and thought it meant you stink?” I said.
Aromatisse nodded her head and softly squeaked.
“Aw, Aromatisse, you don’t have to worry about that. I love the way you smell.” I said.
Aromatisse eased up a little, but still held her arms against her body. I decided that I had to do something drastic. Quickly, I knocked my Aromatisse off the sofa onto the carpeted floor. She squealed and tumbled, landing face down. I bent down and grabbed her by her two back legs.
“Eee! Eee!” Aromatisse squealed.
It was somewhat uncomfortable to hold her like this for both of us, but I knew what I had to do.
“Off, you weigh a ton.” I said.
I buried my face in Aromatisse’s fluffy pink butt and took a good, long sniff. I took in the rich, heavy odor her butt contained, a strong scent like fried onions and sulfur. It was a scent I loved being around, a treat for my nose.
“Ooh… Oh, that’s the stuff.” I said.
I set her back down on the couch and rested my head on her shoulder, with my nose near her armpits. I had used her fluffy body as a pillow in the past, so this was nothing out of the ordinary for her. She seemed much more relaxed now.
“See, Aromatisse. You don’t stink. You smell wonderful.” I said.
Aromatisse softly squeaked back at me. It was obvious she was feeling much better now.
“Although… you’ve been getting a bit chubby lately.” I said, with a light laugh.
Aromatisse’s fluff stood on end. She playfully bopped me on the nose as the news ended and we could enjoy our night of TV again.

The end.