An Unusual Love Triangle

	“Picturesque,” was an apt word for the mountain resort that overlooked much of the region. You either had to be rich, or one of the better trainers out there to make it to a place like this, and Oliver was the latter. In fact, he had only recently cleared his eighth and final gym, but he had a very special detour in mind for today. While he admired the sights before him this high up, others around him were distracted by the large shadow looming over him.

	Almost eerily gliding through the air behind him was a large pokemon, the one that got the aspiring trainer this far. Although instead of taking in the area, she was busy bickering with herself. Perhaps an unusual activity for most, but given she was a hydreigon she was used to talking with her two other heads. The large blue dragon needn’t even keep her voices down, seeing that humans never seemed to understand them anyway.

	First among the three arguing above Oliver was Annabelle, the main head. Given that she was around since Oliver caught her as a tiny deino years ago, and that it takes an immense amount of training before becoming a hydreigon, she had significantly more experience than the other two. Being the main head she was a shrewd leader, and the major tactician behind coordinating all three of them when it mattered. Right now however she was busy flashing fangs with one of her other heads, that one being Mirabelle.

	Mirabelle was much more reserved than the other two, she spoke softly and often had trouble making up her mind. She sounded worried, “Did we do something wrong? Why would Oliver take us out here when we should be fighting the Elite Four?” The leader of the group rebutted more confidently, “I’m sure he has a plan, he always does. Maybe we’re going to do some training up here?” The third of the very literally close sisters finally spoke up, Isabelle. She yawned, perpetually tired and unusually pessimistic, “When are we going to stop? We’ve been flying all day…”

	As she continued to noisily follow Oliver around like an imposing storm cloud, he looked up to check on her. Seeing her three heads bounce on their long necks to swivel and growl at each other, he remembered why he bothered to give all three of them different names. For short he mostly called them Anna, Mira, and Isa. And they rarely got along. To get her attention he called up to her, “Hey, Anna!” The leader of the bunch always stood to attention with pride when he did this, it reminded her she still had rank over these two with her.

	Moving her neck to lightly bop the other two heads with her chin and get their attention, Oliver soon had all three pairs of dark eyes focused on him. It would normally be an imposing audience, but he’d spent far too long with them to feel that way. “Today’s going to be great! We’re almost at the famous buffet. I know how picky the three of you can be, but they’ll be enough you won’t have to argue.” They all looked at each other happily, Anna proudly sticking her neck up straight before proclaiming to the others, “See, you two should have faith in him. Our master would never d-“

	Oliver continued as he took her soft response for one of joy, “Now, I trust you’ll all be fine on your own in there, while you eat I’ll be on my first date in years.” As he gleefully turned around and waltzed into the opulent doors ahead of them, his dragon stopped all but her gentle flapping to stay afloat. The first to speak lowly was Isa, always behind, “Date? Like the time or the food?” While the largest head froze in concentration, Mira sheepishly answered. “I… think he means like with a, uh, woman.” Both looked nervously to Anna, one of her purple eyes twitching in frustration. Before either could react she bellowed a pillar of flame straight into the sky, concerning onlookers that maybe the intimidating pokemon had gotten out of control.

	No, Anna was in control though. She focused on slowing her breathing after the abrupt show of outrage. However, the exercise wasn’t working very well. Not only did she have to share her trainer with these two useless lugs that followed her around, but now she had a third person to compete with!? Instead of squeezing through the doors like Oliver intended, she instead floated higher to peak through a window. With the draconic trio pressed against the glass for a better look, only a mildly frightened child noticed their leering presence.

	From up above they could see among the fine tables and the occasional following pokemon that Oliver’s unusually bright trainer clothes stood out clearly. And with him, was a woman she had seen before at their latest gym excursion. Honestly none of them could pick her out from the other nearly identical women who lined the walls before the real gym leader, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Anna’s nostrils flared with smoke as she realized he must have made these plans while she was tucked away in her pokeball. With the enemy no less.

	Her normally stellar opinion of Oliver flipped as she spat out the words, “Traitor, dirty rattata, cheater!” Mira nervously attempted to calm her down, “You know… they could just be friends? That’s not that crazy…” While Anna remained staring Mira down for her optimism, Isa continued looking through the window. Before the two could start arguing, the slower moving head reported dully, “Nope, look. He’s holding her hand. They’re going to get married soon and forget about us…” As exaggerated as her statement was, it called Anna’s attention strongly enough she pushed her face against the reinforced glass hard enough to make a soft clatter.

	Gazing intensely she found out Isa was right. Oliver was interlocking his fingers with that of the costumed mystery woman. Her face went red as she recalled the embarrassing amount of times she had tried to get him to do something like that. Often on their long walks through the different routes she would drift just a tad lower, and dangle her tail by his hand. Inching closer and closer, hoping he might one day reach out and hold it. Of course he never seemed to notice what she was doing, and with indignation she jerked herself hard enough from the window that Mira and Isa snapped along with her.

	As Anna forlornly fumed, a dazed Ima spoke flatly. “We should just go down there and eat something, I’m soooo hungry.” Anna blew dark smoke out of her mouth, “Yeah, and maybe we can hyperbeam that little harlot while his back is turned…” Mira tried to reason with her, “We don’t know that, friends can hold hands…” Hearing their mutual stomach rumble hungrily, Anna relented. “Fine, we’ll go down and eat, but if it turns out that asshole forgot about us out here…” One last time she angrily smooshed her face against the glass to stare down her unaware trainer, leaving a smudge on the surface. “I’ll burn this whole damn place down!”

. . .

	In a foul mood, the hydra pushed herself ungracefully through the front door. Even though the man at the front desk was told to wait for a hydreigon, he nearly ran for dear life when he saw her barge right in. She only side eyed him before pushing past others to home-in on the happy couple walking past the endless aisles of food trays. Thin dark wings behind her, she pulled up behind Oliver, who fortunately for the better sake of his health acknowledged the familiar floating presence without her needing to get his attention.

	“Oh, I think you’ll remember this little girl from our match.” She wanted to knock that stupid hat off his head, but instead she graciously lowered her head to meet his soft pats. The other two strained to push themselves into his palm as well, making him chuckle lightly at the display. Meanwhile Anna was still thinking about how much she adored when he called her “little” reminding her of the days she was only a couple feet tall… and it was just the two of them. Obviously that hadn’t been the case for a while.

	Reminded of the present threat, Anna carefully pulled her head back just far enough to escape Oliver’s sight, while also being able to glare directly at the unknown woman. Mira who was normally nervous saw how Anna glared down the uniformed woman and after looking between the two hesitantly, mustered up her own most intimidating stare to join her. Their three-pronged attack wasn’t perfect however. The third of the group, Isa who had already given up, was instead stuffing her face in a tray of simmering meats nearby.

	While Oliver prattled on about some of his experiences battling through the earlier gyms, he failed to understand the woman’s puzzled expression. However, if he knew he couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t very often your date brought a floating dragon that couldn’t seem to decide between eating and staring daggers at you. Regardless, Anna, Mira, and Isa snapped out of their respective actions when their trainer turned around.

	“Now you three have fun eating whatever you want, there’s no limit here. I’ll be with Madison for a while. So have fun!” As the two departed the woman apparently named Madison whispered hoarsely, “I don’t know how you stand it, I only use pokemon because they’re a part of my job…” All six of the dragon’s eyes watched her go with narrowed fury. She didn’t even like pokemon? Isa spoke lowly through a mouthful of bones, “I bet she hates us…” Mira responded with deflated hope, “Why would he even hang out with a girl like her?” Anna answered them intently, “I think we can all agree there’s been some kind of mistake here, and we need to fix it if he doesn’t.”

	The three normally spent all day bickering, but for once they nodded in agreement. Although as the aroma freshly prepared food started to sink in, their resolve wavered with drooling mouths. Until now they had all been too preoccupied to really take in their surroundings. Endless corridors of gilded counters holding mounds of delicious food surrounded all of them, taking up much more space than the actual dining sections. Built with the idea of rich people hoping to feed their pokemon as well, this place was well stocked with more than enough to feed several snorlax. On top of that this wasn’t just quantity, it was quality. Food from countless regions was stacked in high piles just waiting to be eaten.

	Isa, the one who had already tasted the food here, made a quick suggestion. “Can we at least eat while we come up with a plan?” Anna answered lightly, “Well… it’s never a good idea to plan on an empty stomach…” The last of her heads sounded her approval. “Just look at this place! Oliver was right, we won’t even have to fight over what to eat here!” Even if it all ended up in the same stomach, the three would often scramble for the privilege of being the one to taste the food they ate. Mira was right to be optimistic though, here there was more than enough so that they wouldn’t have to fight. However, that wouldn’t stop them from eating with their usual competitive fierceness.

	The dark dragon zigzagged around the hallway, each head shooting to a completely different spot whenever she found something even better than the previous dish. Anna craved the spiciest things she could find, horrendously hot berries no human could dream of eating were scarfed down just as fast as any scorching sautéed meat she could find. Mira was on the opposite end of the spectrum, inhaling fibrous green vegetables and beany stews to enjoy the earthy flavors. Isa found copious amounts of sweet cakes and candies to chomp on, even going so far as to drink straight from the soda dispenser. As many as three nozzles of carbonated elixir at once poured into her expanded maw.

	Although their feeding frenzy was in full swing, they managed to retain the most basic amount of manners. Confused women stood still in fear as the hydreigon would swing one head into a pile of food behind her, before pulling her neck above and pushing past her to take a hefty bite out of something else. As gluttonous as it was, there was something strangely elegant about the way they managed to avoid knocking anyone over or keeping their faces from becoming total messes. Not that anyone appreciated that, well except her trainer. Oliver caught a couple glances of the blue streak devastating the buffet, but he was just happy she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as him.

. . .

	Oliver’s assumption was partially true it turns out. Even if Anna was still fuming with ideas to get that tramp out of her hair, the three had eaten enough she had to switch to actually using her legs instead of gliding everywhere. Her gut was so full it would practically be dragging on the ground if she even attempted it anyway. Not much time had gone by, but their voracious rampage was starting to sink in, leading her to slow down enough to stick to a single spot. Mira continued to delicately peck at crunchy vegetables while Isa eyed stacks of macarons. Anna on the other hand was taking a break for a moment, coming up with schemes while her dark purple tongue flecked out to clean her lips of copious sauces thick with spices.

	Blatantly blasting the girl wasn’t perfect, Oliver would be mad at her… and sympathetic for that ridiculous looking woman. She narrowed her eyes to check back on the aforementioned lady. She appeared to be nonchalantly chatting with her trainer, table bare as they hadn’t gotten their food yet. She snorted, fogging the glass of the sneeze-guard in front of her. She bet Oliver actually wanted to eat and he was stuck with that woman like an anchor. How selfish of her, how truly inconsiderate! The hypocrisy was lost on Anna as she contemplated a method to pick her up and drop her off the side of the mountain without anyone noticing.

	While Anna pondered, Isa on the other hand felt a twinge from their churning stomach. It was undoubtedly the byproduct of their ravenous eating, and without a second thought she sought to ease the burden as soon as possible. With the other two still holding firm, Isa’s effort was rewarded with a slow but continuously flowing stream of gas. Like an arbok about to attack, it hissed out of her with a toxic warning, one that was too quiet for anyone to heed however. Someone like the machamp behind her, currently overlooking all the potential protein he could eat. Bending down to get a deep smell of his future meal, he instead found himself breathing in a cloud of the dragon’s volatile brew.

	The lingering stench was indescribably bad. Her mixing pot of a stomach was producing fumes that incorporated the worst elements of everything she ate. Like rotten farm fields swirling with spoiled milk, all of it peppered with burning puffs of acrid spice. Before the veteran fighter behind her could react, his eyes watered while his lungs physically rejected whatever horrendous substitute for air was being inhaled instead. It was so bad he held all four of his arms to his face. The worst part was that as Isa’s head slowly slumped from the blissful leak, her toxins were still pushing out to collect in a foul cloud around him.

	Unsure what was happening, the musclebound pokemon fled, hoping to find fresher air if he headed anywhere else. Anna was lifted from her thoughts by the heavy footsteps of the poisoned runner. Putting the clues together, she saw Isa slump against the counter with a heavy sigh. Her first response was to berate Isa for skimping on manners and not evacuating her churning guts elsewhere, but instead a wry smile formed on her lips. No one was blaming them, and yet they had managed to make someone run as far away as possible. Anna was starting to see a devilish plan come together.

	Pulling the two other munching heads into a huddle, she whispered in a hushed voice. “I’ve got an idea on how we can get rid of ‘Madeyson’ over there.” Her heads drew close together in interest as she whispered her plan. Their quiet dialogue lasted until Mira spoke up in a surprised voice. “You want us to eat more? I don’t think that’s a very good idea…” She winced as their stomach rumbled from something other than hunger, but Anna only leaned in closer to her sister. “That’s exactly the point! If we play our cards right, we’ll send that skank packing without drawing attention to ourselves…”

. . .

	After briefly discussing their plans, as well as decimating a couple more trays of rich cuisine to their grumbling midsection’s protests, they were ready. Twisting all three of her heads in somewhat desynced fashion around the corner, as if the large dragon could even attempt to hide, they checked on the progress of his date. Oliver walked slowly beside Madison, curiously leaving behind two fresh plates on the table. “Oh, you’re right. We forgot to get any drinks!” Madison laughed. “What an airhead,” whispered Mira before Anna made her assessment. “Go, go, go! We can use this opportunity…”

	Enough time had gone by that the sun was setting over the beautiful scenery through the window, something that Anna pretended to be interested in as she approached. The humans’ table was against a large window on the side of a cliff, so she focused her eyes on the dimming light to appear normal as she somewhat clumsily kicked her wings to life. They all had to work overtime to keep their bloated stomach in the air, but without drawing too much attention they made it over the table to look outside. The view wasn’t important however, because at the moment the girls were a bomber ready to drop a devastating load. The target being Madison’s plate.

	Shimmying her rotund rear in place, Anna carefully aligned the hole beneath her tail with the rich girl’s steaming soup and fresh salad. A watery groaning from her packed stomach warned they didn’t have much more time left. The leader of their operation whispered hoarsely, “Okay girls, we need to make this quick and silent… but mostly deadly.” The faint reflection of the hydra in the mirror showed a mutual look of concentration between the three before they finally released their searing payload.

	A jet of hot steaming flatulence poured over the poor food, immediately soaking into the previously edible materials. The lettuce in her salad dried from the heat alone while the tomatoes and cheese only served as sponges to absorb more of the revolting miasma. Although the three kept the geyser of gas silent, the force alone lightly tossed the salad and put ripples into the thick soup. As the seconds ticked away the fermented concoction lingered over everything on her side of the table like an invisible stain. Although Anna remained resolute, the other two started to pant from such deep relief letting go like this.

	With willpower weakening, the diabolical release picked up steam, sounding more like a low growl than the previous silent gust. The output of heated intestinal smog increased until the bowl wobbled lightly in place and the soup nearly sloshed out. However, the unplanned churning ended up more finely mixing her sulfuric flatus into the mixture, rendering every drop tainted. After more than ten seconds her release picked up bass, causing an abrupt clench of her cheeks to cut her steamy emission before it became a rumbler that caught every diner’s attention.

	With a restrained moan from getting that out of her system, Anna leaned back to get a look at her handiwork. Although at a glance it looked the same, one whiff was enough to tell her this wasn’t the same food from before. What looked like pleasant steam was actually replaced with radiating heat from her lengthy release. Just one small smell of her own group-effort aroma was enough to send Anna’s head reeling back. Her first thought being, “Oh arceus, it’s never been THIS bad before!” Just seeing the expression on their fearless leader’s face was enough to convince Mira and Isa to pull away without breathing in. Recovering from her disgust Anna managed a weak report, “Oh, we’ve done it all right. Now let’s get out of h-”

	Mira bumped into the larger head for attention, interrupting her. “They’re almost back, we’ve got to get out of here!” Like three panicked pilots attempting to steer the same plane, the hydreigon flew unsteadily around a large immaculate pillar before landing on her gut, the force parting her legs to let out an accidental acrid poot. That didn’t matter though, because it looked like they had miraculously gone unnoticed as the hand holding couple came back with drinks in tow. Even if a confused psyduck fanned her horrendous puff of air from his face in confusion at the painfully un-stealthy dragon, he figured it was best not to get involved in whatever was happening.

	It was fortunate the three had timed their gaseous attack so poorly, any longer and her toxic haze would have drifted far enough to be noticed immediately. However with their quick return, the condensed thick fog of horror stayed mostly surrounding Madison’s food. Anna peered intensely as the two sat down while Mira hid around the pillar nervously and Isa slumped around the edge. Although each harbored different levels of anxiety, they were all very interested to see what would happen next.

. . .

	As Oliver sat down with his similarly brightly decorated date, he felt like something was off. Like he was being watched… and that the air around him had become unusually warm? He shrugged it off, and instead focused on the small but healthy food he had picked out. Living life on the road had given him a preference for what would probably be considered the least fancy items available.

	He spoke up excitedly, “Man, I never get to eat anything as nice as this. I’m always packing whatever can last.” Madison waved her hand delicately, “Well, maybe if you settled down for a while, you could up your diet a bit.” Seeing him unintentionally show his disapproval at the idea through his wavering expression, she tried to prove it. “This food is. To. Die. For. You’ll have trouble leaving after trying it!”

	Well, as she popped a spoonful into her mouth without thinking, it became apparent this food was deadly in a different way. The thick soup burned her tongue as it filled her mouth, but it wasn’t the temperature. An awful, deeply bitter taste had permeated her food and now invaded her insides. Even though she immediately spat the miserable mistake into a napkin, she could taste the stench against her teeth in the same fashion as a strong mint as she breathed in. Loudly she choked out, “OH! Oh this has gone bad!” Breathing in above her food, she only caught another lungful of the stifling miasma. “THIS IS TERRIBLE!” Her shriek was partially muffled by the hand over her still corrupted mouth.

	Oliver curiously raised an eyebrow before faintly smelling her plate as well. He payed for his curiosity as his face cringed in disgust. “Is the food here normally cooked by a garbodor?” She lifted her bleary eyes elsewhere in the distance, “Someone back there deserves to be FIRED for this!” The trainer tried to calm her down, but she stormed off without another look at him. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts like if coming out here was really a good idea. Of course he jumped at the opportunity when a grunt at the gym took his joking invitation to a date seriously, but he hardly knew her. The more they talked the less she seemed interested in the same things as him.

	Stories about narrowly clutching victory from the jaws of defeat across the many, many battles he had waged to get here barely seemed to interest her. She only had a passing interest in pokemon. Still, she seemed quite interested in him, and they could at least related about fashion. Frankly though, he would date a trubbish if it asked him nicely these days. He always dreamed about running through and beating all the gyms as a kid, but no one told him how lonely it could get. Even if his sole pokemon nearly counted as three, it’s not like he could have a conversation with her. Besides, she always seemed more interested in arguing with herself than anything.

	Little did the trainer know how wrong he was, as the hydreigon admired her plan with pride. Oliver didn’t need a brat like her, he needed a mature and levelheaded person like her! Anna avoided actually considering if she was acting mature and instead lingered on some of their early days adventuring. At her smaller size she rarely ended up in a pokeball for any reason… and she got to sleep in the same tent as him. She didn’t realize how good she had it. Now even if she tried, she’d probably tear the thing apart getting her fat ass inside. She let out a wistful sigh and a quiet whisper, “Maybe I should have been more obvious I liked him…”

	Mira responded to her accidental statement, “Oh! I get too nervous though… I mean I really, really, reallllly like him.” Anna was shaken from her thoughts by what sounded like a challenge. “I assure you, however much you like him is half as much as I do!” Isa brought her head slowly into the verbal arena. “…I’d fuck ‘em.” The two other heads blushed furiously in response. Mira was too shocked to speak, but Anna attempted a nervous rebuttal. “A pokemon making a move on her own master! You’re foul, I wish I didn’t share the same body as you!” Ready to bicker like usual, an increase of sweltering pressure inside of them shifted their attention.

	They had clearly gone overboard eating so much. The swirling mass inside of them churned noisily as her stomach grew taught with unreleased gas. All three groaned in unison from the effort not to fumigate the space behind them immediately. Eager to change the topic, Mira chimed in with discomfort, “We’re about to blow if we don’t let off some pressure. Maybe we should head outside?” Anna however, looked back at her forlorn trainer idly twirling his food with a fork. If only she could go over and comfort him right now. But she couldn’t if he only had eyes for some spray tanned bimbo. With newfound determination she hoisted their bubbling body up. “If we’re letting anything out, it’s going to be on that woman… and I’ve got another idea!”

Anna didn’t even bother to explain her plan before she lurched onto her feet and dragged the other two heads flopping with her. The movement stirred her overburdened insides with each step, encouraging all of them to grit their teeth instead of questioning what Anna was doing. She was in no condition to be running like this, but with grit that could only be gained from countless battles, she mustered up a furious although uneven pace. Narrowly avoiding small pokemon that ran in fear as well as their confused owners, the three bobbed and twisted to move quickly through the decadent halls of the buffet.

Her plan would become more obvious as a fuming Madison came into view stomping her feet towards the back of the buffet where they cooked everything. However instead of directly approaching her, Anna opted to overtake her, unseen on her side of the piled food due to how preoccupied the upset customer was. Continuing to use her battle experience for less orthodox purposes, she quickly watched the woman’s trajectory before moving to intercept her before she could reach the kitchen door. They might have moved with as much grace as a beanbag on legs in their current state, but they were able to get ahead of her and catch their breath.

	Still panting from wobbling her overfilled stomach like that, Anna hissed out her orders, “Everyone, act casual.” Mira winced clenching their ass against the grenade of gas their movement had pulled the pin from, but she did her best to look normal, if not somewhat sweaty. Anna exhaled an offkey tune to look inconspicuous while Isa legitimately focused on the food nearby. It was hardly convincing, but she managed to stand her post well enough to block the entrance to the kitchen. The chefs inside were far more concerned about the three headed dragon outside the tiny window on the kitchen doors rather than the displeased Madison.

	The hydreigon had her back to the door as well as their mutual rival, tail languidly moving back and forth to hide just how ready she was to blow. Madison huffed her annoyance with the large blue and black obstacle in her way. She whispered angrily under her breath, “I don’t get why that guy can’t put his damn giant ass pokemon in a pokeball like everyone else…” Speaking up she waved her arms to get by, “Out of my way stupid, I need to give these idiots a piece of my mind!” Stepping over the dragon’s outstretched tail, she quickly found the extra appendage wrapped around an ankle. The dark type had successfully tripped her opponent pretending it was an accident.

	Her earlier comment about a “giant ass” pokemon would turn to be her own downfall, as Anna lowered her gargantuan rear on the fallen woman as if she was simply taking a rest. Parked on top of her, Anna almost moaned feeling her angry shrieking completely absorbed by her wide bottom engulfing her head. This was just phase one of her plan though. Being such a “stupid” pokemon, who could blame her if she didn’t notice the tramp underneath her? How could she be expected not to let loose to her heart’s content? Whispering her next command to her two compatriots Anna breathed out, “Fire in the hole!”

	Three primal grunts rang out in symphony before a much less coordinated noise broke out from underneath her. Even muffled by her natural padding, the wet bubbling cacophony underneath her sounded like someone was playing the world’s worst tuba. Not loud enough to attract Oliver’s attention, but more than enough to attract worried stares from nearby. Luckily the three girls had mostly obscured their rear captive, so most looked away assuming it was a particularly bad case of indigestion brought on by unrestrained feasting. Even the floor shook underneath her from being pummeled so directly by this behemoth of a fart Anna, Mira, and Isa were working in unison to unleash.

	While the shockwaves of her ongoing release managed to rattle nearby plates on top of buffet tables, most of the smell was contained in her pressure sealed gas chamber created by her weighty ass. As the trio delighted in finally relieving some of their gas cramps, Madison was experiencing absolute dismay. From above her face an outpouring of foul draconic flatus was being pumped directly into her face. She thought of screaming out, but the sounds the spewing bottom were making would have drowned them out. She quickly got a second reason to avoid yelling when she opened her mouth for a moment to breathe.

	The second her heavily lipstick-applied lips parted, the swirling gasses that lashed against her perfumed skin with noxious heat found a new opening to fill. A familiar corrupting taste coated her senses, making her heave. She was buffeted with heated and humid winds that flowed ceaselessly from the dark yawning hole inches from her. Frantically Madison attempted to lift the creature off her, but any efforts were useless underneath the dragon’s heavy frame, equal parts fat and muscle making her impossible for a normal person to move. And currently most of those muscles were busy purely pushing gas.

	None of the three heads above her held back as they grunted and moaned to add fuel to the ongoing emission, all was fair in love and war, right? They might have changed their minds if they could get a whiff of the stifling smog their bottom was belching, after all even some weapons are considered too inhumane for warfare. Ignoring any desperate shoves against her frame, Anna simply let Madison’s hands slide off her plush cheeks, the sheen of sweat from the sheer heat of the trapped gas underneath her that grew with each liter of gas emptied from her riled stomach.

	With her floodgates open like that, the sisterhood of heads slowly felt their necks go limp in relief as the gastric explosion carried on for ten, then twenty, then a mind boggling thirty seconds. None of them were strangers to cutting particularly foul gas, but never before had any of them felt anything so massive stream out of them like that. Morphing more into the sound of a dying trumpet player, the heavily muffled ripper started to fade. While Isa’s tongue lolled out in bliss Anna and Mira shared a disbelieving look at the size of that release before snickering together. That would definitely teach her to stay away from Oliver.

	Down below her, Madison may have wished she was unconscious after that concussive blast of rancid air, but instead she was awake. Her lungs stung from breathing unfiltered methane and her makeup was ruined by the awful atmosphere. With mascara running down her cheeks she wriggled an arm before her limb escaped with a wet pop. Reaching for anything she bellowed as loud as she could, “GET THIS STINKIN’ THING OFF OF ME!” Her cries were unheard however, the only audience being a particularly concerned pikachu witnessing the human arm reaching from underneath the flatulent dragon.

	As she attempted another barely audible shriek, she made a big mistake. Her free arm felt the hydreigon’s long smooth tail, and she pulled hard in an attempt so slide herself out. To her misfortune her action was more equivalent to “pull my finger,” for the pokemon, and the harsh yank rocketed out another volley of short but bass-filled farts into her already overfilled space. Each bubble of gnarly gaseous death in her machinegun ripper finding purchase in her sinuses. The accidental release prompted worried looks from Mira, she was shocked they could even hold this much gas to burst again so quickly. Feeling Madison’s resistance halt underneath them, Mira nervously whispered to Anna, “Did we k-kill her?”

	Anna raised her hindquarters confidently, “I’m sure she’s fi-” She was interrupted however, as a heatwave of pressurized fumes so rank they were nearly visible flooded the immediate area without her mass to keep it there. Like a wildfire it descended on the space and sent the nearby pikachu running, the invisible wind even delivering a one hit KO to a low level roselia unaware of what was happening. Now substantially more worried, all three bent their necks around to see the blonde woman visibly steaming from her multitude of meaty outbursts. With a ginger poke of her tail, Anna sighed in relief when she coughed slowly in response. She was alive, and would likely never want to be around Oliver again. Mission accomplished!

	Pivoting their heads to pretend they were unaware of the poor woman, they all lazily walked back feeling ten pounds lighter. Anna made sure to wave her tail over their wide bottom still radiating with concentrated stink. Still panting from the effort of such a mammoth release, she gave her conclusions to the others. “Ooooh, okay. Now that we’ve got that out of the way let’s air out a little before trying to get our master out of this awful place.” Still leaking the occasional quacking puff of a toot, she made sure to take the longest route back to his table.

. . .

	Oliver looked up from his same dish he had been slowly gnawing through to see his faithful pokemon lumber over. Expecting her three heads to be fighting over a piece of food or something, he was surprised when Instead Anna softly laid her head against his shoulder, Mira and Isa slowly following suite. Even if she was scaly she had a softness to her when she relaxed against him like that. Even the dark fringes on her head poked him gently enough it almost tickled. Puzzled because she wasn’t normally this affectionate, he made a guess. “Are you tired after today? Well we can leave soon enough, I just need to know where Madison went…” While Isa languidly kept her head resting on his leg, Mira and Anna attempted to gently shove him in the direction of the exit. If he could understand Mira’s low growl it would have said, “Oh pleaaaseeee get him out of here before he knows what we did!”

	Anna wanted to retort how they would get out fine, but from the corner of her eyes she spotted a brightly uniformed women staggering towards them, expensive makeup ruined and hair disheveled. Anna shot her head up in defiance, Mira swung hers to hide behind their trainer, and Isa continued to rest her head against Oliver like nothing was happening. Madison yelled between coughs, “GET THAT DAMN DRAGON OUT OF HERE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT THING DID TO ME?!” Without thinking he cradled Isa’s slumped head almost protectively as he answered. “What happened? Are you okay?”

	She growled in barely contained frustration and pointed to her face. “DO I LOOK ‘okay’?!” She mimed his voice for the last word, emphasizing the unintended lack of concern. He tried to up the worry in his voice for his next response, “What happened? Does it really have something to do with these three?” Although Anna held her defensive posture and Isa moved further into his lap, Mira played up the best puppy dog eyes she could. Madison was obviously unmoved, so deeply marinated in the dragon’s funk that she reeked of it like getting sprayed by a skunktank. She screamed her next statement loud enough other diners looked up to see what was happening. “YOUR DUMBASS POKEMON FARTED ON ME!”

	A moment of silence… before Oliver found himself restraining his expression. The girls around him watched in tension before his seemingly grimacing face cracked into a goofy smile. “…she farted on you?” Fortunately it looked like the trio’s habit of hiding their gas around him was paying off, because he sounded disbelieving. The blonde woman stomped her heels, “THIS IS SERIOUS! She’s got like IBS or something! I could have died underneath that nasty thing!” Still unsure how seriously to take this, Oliver looked to his pokemon only for all three faces to return their best innocent looks. To the trainer it made sense she might get indigestion going to a buffet, but was it really worth this much of a fuss?

	A true trainer at heart, he found himself defending his pokemon in a situation most would have taken one whiff of the woman’s aura of lingering tear gas and switched sides. He stroked Anna’s head before tilting her neck towards the furious woman. “Well, I’m sorry, this is a lot of new foods for her. I’m sure all of them are sorry, riiight?” His question was answered by Anna’s, Mira’s, and Isa’s heads sticking up and tilting towards her innocently. However, realizing they were on the winning side here, Anna quickly twisted her face into a grin so smug it could only come from a dark type. Oliver was holding her after all, not this harlot.

Seeing the obvious tell of his pokemon’s true intentions, Madison raised her arms up dramatically. “THAT’S IT, WE’RE DONE HERE!” Unaware of how things went this poorly on his first date in a long time, Oliver stood up to call out, “Come on! I’m sorry about whatever happened!” She ignored him, marching out towards the exit, trying to maintain whatever pride she could in her current state. Oliver hadn’t lost a pokemon battle in ages, but right now that feeling was coming back in full force. Ignoring the people already staring, he went limp into his seat. “…I thought this would go better…”

Noticing how crestfallen he had become, Anna wrapped her neck around his shoulders, resting her head on him. Soon, he was wrapped in a strange three armed hug, the dragon unusually unified in trying to cheer him up. After a moment, he breathed out deeply and looked at the unusually adoring blue faces around him. “Ah, you three are always here for me I guess.” Half jokingly he muttered, “Maybe I can pretend you’re my date for the evening…” Doing his best to rub three heads with only two hands, he got a wry smile seeing them coo in pleasure. Things could always be worse, right?

. . .

	After taking a moment to regain his composure, he slowly unwrapped himself from the three-fold embrace. Normally they would drift behind him, but now Anna took special care to instead walk closely beside him. Mira peacefully trilled, “Oooh, are we really his date?” Anna’s first thought was to say, “He was looking at me when he said it, so I’m his date!” but instead she didn’t want to start a fight right now. She replied softly instead, “Maybe we really are…” While the two conversed, Isa instead wrapped herself around his nearby arm for more reassurance. The lazy head was rewarded with a little more pep in his step, reassured someone cared about him.

. . .

	Exiting the gilded doors, the party of two, or four depending on how you counted them, were stopped by a sudden silhouette. It was Madison, standing angrily in the low light of the parking lot. Looking him in the eyes she shouted, “I found a pokeball in my purse, and I don’t care what the hell it is, YOU LOOKED ME IN THE EYES AND I CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE! I want to kick that revolting dragon’s ass!” Oliver’s somewhat repaired mood wilted quickly noticing his date had gone so south she was trying to get revenge. Noticing his re-shattered expression, Anna resumed her eye twitching fury. “Oh, I’m BLASTING this bitch before she can even start this!”

Anna reared back her authoritative head to shoot fire, lighting, maybe even an ice beam, but instead something else surged up her throat. Not just hers, but a bubble of untapped gasses made it’s may up Anna, Mira, and Isa’s throats at the same time like any normal attack. All of their cheeks puffing for a moment, Madison frantically fished through her purse for the pokeball before the same roaring belch echoed out three different times. In the crisp mountain air that came at dusk, the dragon’s inhuman burp felt incredibly warm and disturbingly moist. It could be argued the aroma was an improvement over her previous releases from her other end, the absolute amount of gasses coming out was tripled.

	With her poorly restyled hair already back into shambles after the short but incredibly powerful guttural belching, the previously gassed woman chose to flee instead. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID DRAGON!” would be the last thing he’d hear her say as she ran into the opposite direction. Although the hydreigon was lightly blushing from the unintentionally gross attack in front of Oliver, he didn’t seem upset. Instead he patted her on the back, just hard enough to produce a comparatively tiny burp that sounded almost cute after her deafening outburst. “Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t stay longer with that crazy woman…” With the trio eagerly nodding their heads at this words, Isa couldn’t help but jokingly think, “He only has room for three crazy women in his life, not four.”

. . .

	The trainer and his pokemon walked away from the mountain resort in extended silence. The three eventually resumed flying over his shoulder, a dark silhouette moving in the open moonlight over the sparsely forested slopes. Other than the occasional noise from the dragon’s stomach, Isa was the first to break the quiet of the sparsely populated altitude. “Is there… a reason we haven’t set up camp for the night yet?” Anna was quick to hush her, “I think he just needs to walk for a while…” Mira chimed in lightly, “Come on, at least it means we get more time with him outside the pokeball.” Floating closer behind him, Anna didn’t want to disturb him again, but she found herself resuming an old habit.

	Drifting beside him more like a large black and blue balloon, she let her tail fall limp like a string for him to hold. Unintentionally all three of the girls were starting to watch him closely, his gaze largely falling onto each stray rock and pebble on the path. While he glumly kicked at the small stray stones, he rolled around questions like “What was the point of doing all these pokemon battles if I’m still just some guy living on the road? Nothing more than some shiny badges and a worn tent proved I’ve even done anything.” His restless thoughts were interrupted however, by a long swishing tail being not so subtly flicked in his direction. Anna tried to coyly hide her excitement as he noticed her presence again rather than sulking.

	A part of him still wondered if she was to blame for how the date went, but the idea was vastly overshadowed by how unusually sweet the three were being. Ah, it reminded him of how long he’d been with Anna, then Mira, then Isa… His voice returned after being lost in thought for so long. “I’m sorry all of you had to be around for that… we’d have been better off just heading straight to the next battle.” Seeing them loyally drift close to him, the otherwise intimidating form hanging around like a comforting shadow, he recalled being with them was half the fun of doing all these gyms, not just getting the badges and all that, but growing in experience and memories with her.

	Anna could practically feel her heart skip a beat as Oliver delicately reached out a hand to stroke her smooth tail. Her little fantasy about him holding her tail like a hand was finally realized, internally remarking she could die happy now. Mira blushed deeply from the feeling, while Isa quietly let out a little trill of delight. Even the trainer himself remarked how he could feel her muscular tail still had a layer of cushy fat around it, and her scales had a surprisingly soft texture when she was relaxed like this. As he applied a little more pressure into feeling her supple tail, Anna let out a little gasp.

	Happy just to know he was making someone else happy tonight, he slowed down his walk just to continue his little massage, working his way up and down her long appendage, now completely limp under his touch. However, maybe the sentimental trainer would have done better watching the road like before. Because as he was still holding her tail in his hands, his foot hit a divot in the path and the man tripped forward. Falling would be the least of his worries, as he accidentally dragged the surprised hydra down with him. She landed heavily on his back, but while Mira panicked and Isa tried to figure out why the petting stopped, Anna remembered what happened when Madison yanked their tail.

	Inadvertently, Oliver had pulled the pin on her gas grenade, and within a second of having the air pressed out of him, he felt a new sensation against his back. The sound was deeply muffled, like an underwater foghorn, but the first thing he noticed was the sensation. He could practically feel every ounce of humid gas ripple through his clothes and heat up his skin as the fragrant gas struggled to push out between her heavy blue cheeks and his unsuspecting back. He might have even called that sensation alone pleasant, but that all changed when he instinctually breathed in deeply to refill his lungs.

	Being so close to the epicenter of her volatile release, he could breathe nothing but her chokingly dense exhaust while being accidentally pinned in place. The aroma entering his body was too difficult for him to describe, it had such contradictory smells like the deepy beany residue of Mexican food, clashing with a cloyingly bittersweet aroma like burning jellybeans. The worst was the heavy dose of spices, he could practically taste the vaporized peppers on his tongue. While his body rejected the heinous concoction, he found himself somewhat entranced by how mind-numbingly revolting it was.

	He would remain stuck in the dragon’s self-produced fog for nearly ten seconds as Anna furiously fought for control over their bowels. Mira was too paralyzed by embarrassment to act, and Isa simply enjoyed the feeling of deflating like that, there was a pleasure in having her abdomen clench down and force the rotten winds out. With a rumbling sputter to mark the end, Isa let out a deep sigh while Mira remained frozen in place and Anna slowly got them to their feet and off the poor steam-pressed man.

	After a few panicked orders from Anna, the three concerned heads worked together to flip the man over. His face was red, but he looked more confused than anything. Mira whispered dejected, “He hates us, we squished him AND farted on him AFTER ruining his date!” Isa simply started sweating heavily as her lagging brain processed what happened, but Anna leaned in close to him. She wrapped her neck around the back of his head, and lifted him up slowly. Of course this had to happen right after he finally held her tail. Once again her hopes were lifted only to be swiftly crushed.

	For the puzzled man still slowly clearing the funk from his airways, all was forgotten as he watched the main head of his pokemon hold him close. Underneath the starry rural sky, he could see Isa practically cowering in fear away from him, Mira’s pleading only sounded like soft concerned growls, and Anna… He could see little sparkles much like the stars above drip from her normally intensely brooding eyes. She was so upset when he caused the little accident to begin with! Choosing to instead return her impromptu hold with a hug around her body, he spoke softly. “Hey, it’s alright. Please it was my fault, I can’t blame you for some tummy troubles.”

	Anna whipped her gaze away in disbelief at what he was saying, so he squeezed the three of them harder, pushing out a tiny but sharp whistle of a toot. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear, but you know I love the three of you, no matter what happens… We’ve been through thick and thin, and nothing’s going to change that.” Feeling a flood of emotion, Mira and Isa wrapped around Oliver as well, pulling him in even tighter. Their big sister however was already wrapped around him, and before she knew what she was doing, she had already planted her large lips on his, tilting her head to really savor the feeling.

	The trainer had never expected a reaction like this, yet as her tongue pushed through his lips and danced around his tongue, still tasting of sauces and spices galore, he found himself closing his eyes and simply enjoying the feeling. Anna cooed in delight as Oliver melted in her embrace, too overjoyed by the sign of reciprocal affection to slow down her arduous assault on his mouth. She was only satisfied after feeling him go totally limp, releasing her long tongue with a pop and steamy sigh. However as he recovered, Mira worked up the courage to leap into action, swiveling around Anna and once again stealing the man’s breath away.

	Anna watched in disbelief as her subordinate sister stole the spotlight, working her tongue much more gently around his mouth, soothing the spice Anna left behind with earthy flavors. Her kiss didn’t last nearly as long as she quickly brought her nervous face away leaving only a thin strand of saliva between them. This time Oliver gasped for air after the two unexpected embraces, but once again he found his mouth plugged as Isa, ever-late to the party, took her turn. Oliver was forced to breathe the still tainted air through his nose as Isa took her sweet time doling out her sweet juices to the overwhelmed man.

	Stunningly, Isa refused to give him up as the seconds of loud spit-swapping carried on. Anna huffed in impatience while Mira breathed out, “I t-think you’re overd-overdoing it…” Starting to legitimately growl over her abruptly stolen lover, Anna swooped in to quickly peck his cheek with a kiss, then slip her tongue slowly around his ear, then around the back of his neck. Seeing a competition begin to take form, Mira refused to be left out as she softly joined in, though taking a more gentle approach as she flipped off his hat and played with his hair. She never thought she’d get the chance to really do that, but now was her chance!

	The infatuated trio pressed strongly into every one of Oliver’s senses, as well as slowly but surely leaning into him and pushing him forward. Yet even as they began to teeter him off the trail, the three were so aggressively making out with him they were clinging along with him every step of the way. A warm tongue against his skin, followed by a steamy sigh against the moist surface, little moans of pleasure, gentle strokes against his scalp, and an unending game of musical chairs for his lips quickly had the man’s brain fried. He knew he loved his faithful companions, but he was struggling to comprehend any of them giving him this kind of love.

	Lost in a haze of stimulation, he only came to once his back hit against the bark of a tree, allowing the dragon to fully press her weight into the now wedged man. Even as powerfully as the sisters pushed into him, they did so with a tenderness Oliver could feel through her reserved muscles underneath her hide. He could feel their shared erratic heartbeat picking up pace much like his own, as well as the fierce severity her stomach churned with. At first he weakly tried to push off the enthralled pokemon, but quickly his protests turned to a kneading massage against her grumbling guts, allowing him to feel her soft smooth texture and the brewing storm underneath. He could hardly process the moral implications of what he was doing, instead wanting to return some the feelings he was being flooded with.

	Things escalated as Anna finally took control of the man’s mouth, making sure to look him deeply in the eyes as she tried to physically show him how much he meant to her, Mira began to grow curious about his chest and slowly undid his shirt, while Isa, true to her previous words to her sisters, went straight to undoing his belt. All of them were so preoccupied exploring his body, that no one was left to resist as short but rapid farts punched out of her wobbling ass and into the night air. Out of the four of them, none cared enough to note the sound of countless bubbles popping over each other, each with more bass than the last.

	Anna, only now starting to realize she was letting off years of restrained desire, started snaking her much lengthier tongue further and further into Oliver, giving him such a deep kiss he struggled to breath what little polluted air was available. Mira had completely tossed away any clothes on his chest, and was now greedily lapping away at his goosebumped skin, wanting to take in his unique flavor. Isa, after successfully tossing his belt into the tree branches, was eagerly eyeing the slowly forming tent only safeguarded by a thin pair of boxers. Even now the unrelenting desires of these three love-hungry mouths were bringing out primal arousal in him, even if he couldn’t register exactly what was happening.

	Yet once he felt the rather bold frilled head dive straight into his underwear, he felt a jolt up his spine. The stimulation was only intensified as Isa unhurriedly brushed her smooth warm scales against every part of his crotch, before she cut right to the chase and engulfed his now rapidly stiffening rod into her mouth. While Oliver’s eyes rolled up in unexpected bliss, Anna mistook his ecstasy as purely her doing, prompting her to ravish him with reckless abandon, paying no heed to the monstrous backdraft pushing under her tail and rustling the tall grass around them. Even if any wild pokemon were around, they’d go running from the noxious atmosphere before they even saw the passionate trio at work on their pinned human.

	Isa’s oral treatment swiftly had his member pulsing with fervor in her mouth, tongue lazily swirling in circles from the base of his shaft to the tip. She took extra delight in circling her soft warm appendage around the head, feeling his legs squirm in restrained pleasure. Unconsciously he began to buck into her readily expanding dark throat, while Mira intensified his sensitively by sensually blowing on his soaked chest. Anna was at first jealous when she noticed one of her heads had beat her to getting below his belt, but instead she decided to up her game. She dragged their needy slit, still steaming with arousal against his legs, letting all of them feel a twinge of pleasure as he inadvertently jerked and applied pressure to their womanhood every couple seconds.

	Yet that wasn’t enough, Anna finally relented on her tongue twisting attack to switch to delicate love bites while he twitched and moaned with every new sensation overstimulating his body. Mira’s face was redder than anyone’s as she pushed further through her normal shyness and planted kisses all over his body, descending lower and lower. Isa though, was currently grabbing most of Oliver’s attention as she continued to work his dick in every direction within her mouth, rolling it around like some kind of hard candy. Hard was especially the correct term, as his sensitive shaft quivered feeling his heavy balls rapidly rush towards their long awaited orgasm.

	As the lewd noises of wet slapping tongues and small moans from all parties continued to grow in volume, the trainer let out a louder groan before spraying a thick load straight down Isa’s throat. Anna watched in a wild mixture of pleasure and jealousy seeing Isa’s gullet expand to accommodate the sheer quantity of baby-batter he was painting her insides white with. That didn’t stop the glutton from sucking down every drop, the contractions of her throat around his dick only intensifying the blinding euphoria going through his mind.

	With a squelch, Isa finally removed her head as Oliver practically fell unconscious from blowing load after load like that. Yet, as he relished in the afterglow, Anna was far from satisfied. Angrily she muttered, “Don’t hog all of it!” but by the time she was able to pry the satisfied looking Isa off, she had licked him clean of her salty prize. That simply wouldn’t do. Anna thought about it for a moment before formulating her own plan like she did in most battles. “If Isa can do it, I must be able to do it even better!” Deep in thought she watched his blissful face and had one more note to add, “I’ll have to do even better than that…”

	Swiftly flipping her body around to get a better angle on his dick, she sent Mira peeling off his skin mid-kiss. But by backing up she unintentionally swallowing his head with their wide rear as she moved to examine her challenge. To her dismay however, his member had mostly softened again. Grunting in frustration, she unconsciously unloaded another volley of fresh fumes into Oliver’s face. Her release had enough force to rattle the tree lightly despite the heavy amount of muffling the man’s head was doing acting as a sponge for her emissions. However, even Mira and Isa looked down at his crotch in curiosity as her short but powerful rumbler ended with a slight twitch of life from his dick.

	Oliver, unable to fully comprehend why, took her pointblank blast and enjoyed every moment of it. His body told him to cough out the smothering ass’s plentiful perfume he was being doused with, but instead he found himself holding his breath to savor it. Why? Why was anything happening to him right now? Still floating on the last orgasm, he was rolling with each taboo desire he didn’t even know he had being abruptly fulfilled. But he still wasn’t prepared as Anna took on this impromptu strategy and not only dropped her rear floodgates, but bared down and emptied her churning gas pockets straight into him.

	With each searing airy SBD, tiny  high-pitch poot, wailing gale, ass-clapping bass bomb, and disturbingly wet ripper Anna pumped out, they all watched in disbelief as his dick gradually regained stiffness. With the sheer amount of gas they were funneling into his body, it was almost like they were re-inflating his manhood. While Mira and Isa panted and moaned with every pleasing explosion cleansed from their bowels, Anna watched intently like a predator ready to strike. He was only at half-mast while a thunderclap of a fart barreled into him when the dominant head darted out and took her hardening prey in her mouth.

	Even if his mind was more than willing, Oliver winced feeling his dick already handled so vigorously after such a short time. Unlike Isa’s relaxed approach, Anna went full force like she had on his mouth earlier. His yelp of both pleasure and pain as he felt her delicately shift her fangs around his manhood was completely absorbed by the booty plastering his face, but that didn’t stop Anna from trilling in delight feeling his breath quicken against her anus. More determined than ever, she poured out years of love into her frenzied deepthroating, as well as a metric ton of food’s worth of gas.

	Pumping his dick with the walls of her throat, Anna could only give a muffled cry of surprise while Mira and Isa moaned more clearly as Oliver launched a surprise attack. Using their mutual sweat as lubricant, he managed to slip his head down further, and pierce the fourth set of lips between her legs with his own tongue. Instinctually they pressed their hips back into him, further wedging his head into their black and blue gas chamber still spewing furiously. His head was practically being crushed, his lungs violated, and even his tongue had to endure her dense flatus spread across it, but he kept dipping back into her dark folds to their rapidly increasing roars of pleasure that rivaled their noisy rear.

	Anna still soldiered on, taking his shaft as deep into her throat as possible and lightly bulging her neck from the angle. Mira and Isa prepared a double team move against his balls, each lightly playing with one while every booming blast of flatulence and deep lick of her insides sent another humid breath of relief and pleasure against his skin. With practically every nerve in his body burning with some kind of carnal ecstasy, it wasn’t long before he felt his balls grow tight once again, a fizzing pressure building up in the shaft of his dick… Anna let out a gurgling moan as she tasted her partner absolutely explode in her mouth, the feedback loop of pleasure soon having her engorged sex contract around his tired tongue, and send a deluge of draconic love juice squirting into his face.

	Riding out the feeling of one hot rope of cum launching after the other, splattering straight into her lengthy throat, he slowly but surely felt her drink down everything he had to give her. Easily the grandest climax in his life, he struggled to move his limbs afterwards, simply lost in the dopamine flooding his body in levels that rivaled the simmering gas swirling inside him. As Anna slowly and wetly unsheathed herself from his spent cock, she lipped her licks for any stray seed she might have missed. Content there was no way in hell he’d even look at another woman after a performance like that, Anna felt more deeply content than she had in ages.

	Yet… after their pleasure cries reduced to soft moans, and gradually just labored breathing, Mira pouted at the two other satisfied heads with their tongues lolling out over Oliver’s thighs. “It’s not fair… you two better not have drained him dry.” Feeling the energy return to her, Anna thoughtfully answered, “Well you know what that means…” Isa mumbled out, “…we gotta ‘re-inflate’ him again?” Anna nodded, and soon Oliver’s nearly catatonic face caught whiff of a purring fart gently blow across his face. With another inhale of their special blend, he once again found himself stiffening. It looked like it was going to be a long night, one that wouldn’t end until either his balls were emptied or her bowels.

And neither of those was going to completely clear out anytime soon.

. . .

	While the lone tree shook against a windless night and was slowly enveloped by the gasses of the three lovesick women, their mutual cries of pleasure would carry far across the mountain slopes, sometimes arousing stories of vengeful ghost types apparently using the move “thunder” repeatedly… or maybe earthquake from the accompanying bass. By morning a jogger would report the sight of a vicious wild pokemon attack, seeing the man’s limp body buried underneath the snoozing dragon, his clothes torn apart and strewn everywhere. Of course they would never find either of the two, as they were busy heading down to victory road by the time anyone else showed up. Even if Oliver still felt like that night was nothing but a strange dream, the occasional overwhelming make-out session when they thought they were alone… and a lingering smell worse than a skunktank… confirmed what happened. Now they journeyed onward with a newfound spring in his step, and a good reason for the three personalities to cooperate more than ever.

Watch out Elite Four, here they come!