Violet Vapors

	The clear blue skies showered Jubilife City in radiant setting sunlight, the beams scattering and reflecting in the flowing water of one of the large fountains. Following the shimmering reflection, it bounced down the street and by a humble shop along the busy sidewalks. Hanging above windows filled with fresh berries and dried herbs read a simple sign, “NATURAL REMEDIES”. Inside with the songs of starly muffled by the walls, a bit of that same sunlight shined through the windows, illuminating the two inhabitants plainly.

	Behind the counter, Harrison, or Harry as most called him, tended to any little potted plants lined on the walls. A variety of little sprouts of various berry plants in every shape and size colorfully decorated the sides. Snipping at wayward growths and adjusting the little name tags identifying the plants for sale, he called out to his fellow worker. “Hey, how are the herbs coming? You better not be sneaking any…”

	At her own little worktable was Harry’s white rabbit, often considered an exotic sight in Sinnoh. The raboot dropped the bitter herb she had lowered the cloth on her mouth to nibble on, realizing she had almost been caught. Her duty at the small store was to use her natural fire type heat to dry and grind some of the infamously bitter herbs. Weirdly, even if most pokemon hated the strongly flavored leaves and roots, she couldn’t get enough of the stuff… even if her body seemed to disagree. Resuming her job with a heated paw on the almost bitten root, she let out a squeak of affirmation.

	Happy to hear her report, he turned from his trimming to ring up the last customer of the day, a local chef who insisted on the freshest nanab berries. The man even bough everything Harry had in stock for a catering event, much to his surprise. “Don’t worry about it, we’ll have more in stock tomorrow.” Harry watched the cook go before shooting a glance at the clock.

	“Oh, look’s like we’re done here. Time to close up shop!” This was clearly the pokemon’s favorite time of day, because she moved quickly to draw the blinds and lock the back door. While many would assume Harry hadn’t had her for long, given she was still a raboot, that wasn’t true. He’d had her as a companion for a long time, it simply turns out a normal store owner doesn’t get into too many battles.

	Harry had to hold back from laughing watching the bunny eagerly close the place down, only to occasionally stop herself from looking too excited. It was a raboot-thing as far as he understood, ever since she evolved from a scorbunny she tried to act more reserved and aloof, but she did a poor job because her usual energy still shone through. Packing away some of his own berry stock for dinner tonight, he busied himself filling his own little bag with produce. By the time he finished and looked up, she was already standing proudly. The wrap around her mouth hardly hid her wide grin after getting everything in place in record time.

	“Good job Violet!” The rabbit tried to shrug it off like it was nothing, but the sparkle in her purple eyes said it all. Purple eyes? Well, just about everything about her that should have been red or orange was some shade of purple. Something that would have caught attention in Galar, but this far overseas no one really knew enough about how the pokemon normally looked to question it. As Harry walked out the door with her, she quietly nudged his arm. “Oh? I thought you were too cool to hold my hand on the walk home anymore?” She pouted in response, a small purple blush hardly hidden by her mask.

	Even if he teased her, he still took her paw for the walk home. She was a little large for a raboot, making the hold easier, but still, large for a raboot wasn’t saying a lot. Watching the discolored lagomorph attempt to look tough while holding his hand through the warm yellow glow of the sunset, Harry recalled how he even ended up with her. His parents always promised him a pokemon like all his other friends when he turned ten… but, his family didn’t have much, so unsurprisingly he didn’t get anything in a pokeball that birthday. However, an almost embarrassingly late number of years later, when he hardly thought about being a trainer anymore, his parents felt the need to make good on that old promise.

	They even went all out and got Violet from an exotic breeder that visited town. As it turns out, she was considered a defect, sold at a discount. Why would a uniquely colored scorbunny go at discount? Well he got a reminder as they walked down the now less crowded sidewalk. An unusually loud guttural groan emanated from the lass with a slight wince that pulled her long ears back. If Harry had to put it nicely, he could say she took more than the hair color from her non-cinderace parent. The people at the pokecenter said the exotic breeder must have been shady, because Violet took more after her skunktank parent than any of her siblings. To put it less nicely, even when she was a purple-fringed scorbunny she farted more like a snorlax than a pokemon her size.

	Despite the odd circumstances though, he ended up adoring the company, whereas violet quickly grew to love him after finding acceptance. A little, well, a good amount more than a little, gas wasn’t anything that worried the two anymore. Shaken from his reminiscing, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle every time Violet tried to move around him in sync with passerby to hide the fact she was clutching his had, yet still refusing to remove her paw from his fingers. “Come on, we’re almost home. I’ll be cooking pecha berries. I know you like those.” She hopped along with his pace for a few seconds of celebration, before abruptly stopping to hold her midsection. In the past she didn’t care, but now as a raboot she preferred to keep things bottled up… and that extra bit of motion only served to stir her bubbling insides more than she’d like.

	Slightly picking up the pace, they made it inside their small but comfortable apartment soon enough. Immediately the bloated bunny bounced onto the loveseat in the corner, laying down and going limp. Once again her aloof demeanor was cracked by a wayward glance at the young man as he put away the berry bag for dinner. He sounded a little apologetic after catching her stare. “Sorry, just give me a second here.” Holding her rumbling stomach with some impatience leaking through, Harry knew exactly what she wanted. She wasn’t hungry for dinner. The two had developed a little ritual after work.

	Before when she was a scorbunny he did it as a sort of reward for her work throughout the day. Now, while that was still partially the case, he felt like it was more important. The way she held everything in during the day after her evolution worried him a little, that couldn’t be great for her. So now he saw it as his duty to help deflate his poor assistant, no matter how bad it smelled. Once he put everything away, he sat down on the couch. Immediately Violet did a rehearsed fall on her back into his lap, doing her best to casually kick a leg like it was an accident and she was simply going along with it.

	Of course, none of that bravado lasted as soon as he brought a hand to her tensed tummy. With a deep exhale she let her ears, then arms, then finally legs go limp, one arm simply hanging off his knee. He was almost envious how deeply relaxed her face looked in these moments. Then as he made small circles around her taut stomach, he felt her tremble slightly as something shifted. With a sound like churning slop, her stomach gave one last warning for what was about to come. With a goofy smile, she lightly shifted a leg to ease out what had been ailing her.

	Her first release of the night came out with a built-up force, the pressure making it like a detonation of torturously condensed gas. After a few seconds of the dramatic start picking up bass, it peaked before gradually falling to a soft fluttering hiss that eclipsed the start in length. Once it ended, she finally let out a blissful sigh of relief, something cute enough it helped him endure the cloud drifting up to his face. Even if the first was always the worst, he knew she had more in her, so he kept his tender rubs going. While she melted in his touch, he felt her steaming expulsion engulf his head.

	The smell was difficult to fully describe, even as acquainted as he had gotten with it over time. It seems like the fire type in her always gave the gas swelteringly hot temperatures, like he had just opened an oven rather than coaxed that same air out of his pokemon. The soaring heat amplified the deep sulfurous undertones her cinderace lineage gave it, but that was overshadowed by the noxious aroma Violet seemed to specially produce. Normally it reeked of whatever she ate, but as if it had been fermented in the high heat of her stomach for ages. Right now it was a bit like extremely pungent oran berries and brimstone.

	Knowing how she could be self-conscious about her gas, he didn’t let any disgust show as he kneaded her roiling stomach. Soon, she shifted herself to the side slightly before letting out a short grunt of effort. Pumping out a much more airy plume of heat against his chest, he watched her eyelids droop after letting that one fly. The fog of fecund funk around Harry only intensified, but he figured he was nearing the end after two large ones like that.

	Absentmindedly turning to see the sunset out his window, he felt the lagomorph loving every second of her little spa treatment. Pushing his hand down with a little more force, he heard her gasp before finally letting off the last of what she’d been brewing all day. A trio of loud honking toots like poorly played trumpets cranked out of her, one after another. Fully satisfied for the moment, she thumped a foot against the couch cushion in relief. That was always her tell she was empty for the moment… at least until she ate dinner.

	Even with his task done, Harry figured he could let her lie so peacefully in his lap for a little longer. Even if he wasn’t really a trainer, he loved her dearly. The second she realized he stuck around with her after her first anxiety-ridden toot, the two were inseparable. She learned quickly, and always did her best to help around with his shop, which would probably be boring for most any other pokemon. All things considered, he felt lucky to have her.

	Taking a quick whiff of the vile pollution the cute pokemon had fouled the air with, he couldn’t help but sigh. “Sometimes I think you hold it all in that long just so I HAVE to do this…” Yet, as bad as her stench was, he laughed a little. With bucktoothed mouth agape in bliss and eyes fluttered shut in total loss of tension, she looked adorable.

. . .

	After giving her a moment of rest, he ruffled the tuft of fur on her head and peeled the ragdoll of a rabbit off his lap. Once he leaned her gently against a pillow, he got up and left her post-massage blast radius, knowing full well that it would inevitably linger until he got back. However he was thankful it could have gotten a lot worse if she got into the herbs. He had to sleep with the window open those nights. Taking a breath of fresh air, he started the stove and got to work on the pecha berries.

	Once Violet eventually recovered for her pleasure-induced stupor, she shook her body and resumed her usual nonchalant stance. With the bubbling of her stomach soothed, she hopped up to manipulate the TV. Her favorite shows usually revolved around fighting types performing workout routines. Soon enough, the raboot was working up a sweat performing stretches and jumping jacks in front of the screen, miming whatever the lucario on television did. Yet, even as she kept her eyes on the television, they would shift to the man currently sizzling juices in the kitchen. She may not show it so much these days, but the little rabbit more than matched his feelings for her… but even the thought of broaching that subject made her stomach knot.

	Meanwhile Harry took glances away from his amateur cooking to see Violet giving it her all in front of the screen. Their apartment really wasn’t that much, but between both their upbringings it was more than enough. He watched her ears flop with sweat as she moved her body enthusiastically. “One of these days I’ll have to take her battling in the park…” he thought. She certainly wasn’t bad at it. Turning the thought over in his mind, he couldn’t even remember the last time he took her out to do that. Stifling a chuckle, he recalled how one time a buneary managed to sneak behind her, and scared Violet so bad she accidentally used her own “poison gas”. It was probably the only reason they won that match, but he’d never seen that purple blush on her face any stronger.

	He was shaken from his thoughts by the aroma of warm pecha berries, reminding him things were nearly done. “Hey, dinner’s almost ready! Get your tail over here!” He opened a cupboard to get two plates out, both him and hers identical. The bunny never seemed to care for those bowls most pokemon ate out of, and especially now as a raboot she had made it abundantly clear she like to eat at the table with him. Bending up from the table, he was nearly bowled over as the sweaty missile of his bounding bunny came over to wrap her warm arms around his waist. Reserved or not, she was ALWAYS thankful for food. “Wow, you must be hungry!” Maybe they could do something this weekend, but at least she seemed more than happy enough in their little routine.

. . .

	With both their plates completely empty, Violet pushed hers back with a satisfied exhale and a pat of her stomach. “Ha, at least I know we’ll never have to worry about leftovers with you around!” Inhaling probably twice as much of the stew he ate, she leaned back in the oversized chair lazily. He always thought it was funny the way her head sank below the tabletop whenever she did that. With the sun fully down, and the chilly spring night outside the windows, he checked the clock. “Hey! Looks like you’re one favorite show is on, the uh, the one where the trainer fights all the bad guys?” He could have been describing at least three different shows, but the hare’s half lidded amethyst eyes twinkled with unobscured enthusiasm, and her ears shot up above the table obscuring her.

	While Harry slowly made the short walk to their loveseat, he watched her hop through the door to his bedroom. He thought about it for a second, before figuring out why she did that. “You grabbing your favorite pillow or something?” She popped her head out the doorway to nod quickly, before sliding back in just as fast. “Alright.” He muttered, the majority of the apartment flickering in differently colored light as he flipped through stations rapidly.

	Inside the single bedroom, Violet raised the cloth around her mouth and hid her hands in her pockets. With a mischievous glint in her eyes she felt like a ninja with a secret delivery. Bouncing onto the bed, no longer in sight from the doorway, she raised an ear to make sure Harry wasn’t walking around. Confident he was glued to his seat, she eyed her target. Harry’s favorite pillow. Silently taking a seat on it, a part of her knew what she was doing was wrong… but another part of her delighted deeply in what she was about to do.

	Grinding any post-workout perspiration she had on her rump into the soft pillow, she wrapped both hands around her full stomach. Looks like her heavy meal was already taking effect, because she already felt that familiar pressure beneath her tail. Making sure to push her bottom down as hard as she could, she eased out a volley of her own simmering scent into the fabric. Not only did the padding muffle any warbles that came out of her bunny buns, but the material absorbed every ounce of her own overbearing perfume.

	She couldn’t help but silently snicker between soft grunts. In her eyes she thought of this as joke to play on him, but deep down past her overactive insides she knew it was more than that. Her heart almost skipped a beat thinking about him sleeping on the same object she was mercilessly fumigating… or maybe doing this to a different part of him… Perhaps it was just an eccentricity of hers, or perhaps it was the skuntank tendency to scent-mark what they held most valuable, but either way this wasn’t the first, and certainly wouldn’t be the last time she’d sneak away to treat his pillow like this.

. . .

	Once the rabbit returned, feeling significantly lighter, she couldn’t hide how hard she was fanning her small tail to futilely disperse the dense stench now sticking to her backside. Walking as casually as she could to sit next to the man she had been thinking about, she let her attention slide to the TV. Feeling her slump next to him, he looked at her curiously. “Did you have trouble finding your cushion?” She broke eye contact for a moment with a faint mauve blush. How could she forget to grab her excuse for going in? Yet, Harry just shrugged it off. “Come on, you can just use me as a pillow while we watch this…” Violet pulled her mask up further to hide her excitement as she took his offer.

. . .

	Tired enough from the day and watching a few episodes of the high energy action show, Harry yawned his way to bed. “Sometimes I wish you could explain the plots to half these shows, I never know what’s going on.” Turning off the lights and heading to the bedroom, Harry moved to his bed while Violet waited back for a moment. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and she wanted the best view for it. Carelessly letting his head hit his pillow, Harry sense of smell was abruptly brought to full attention.

	Every stitch of his pillow was soaked in a rich scent. The combination of his pokemon’s personal musk mixing with everything that leaked out of her overworked guts. Coughing, he flipped the pillow only to find the smells had mostly seeped through to the other end. This wasn’t the first time she’d laid down a hidden stink bomb for him, but he always forgot to check every time without fail. “Hey! When did you even do this?” Violet managed her best poker-face, shrugging like she didn’t know what he was talking about. In mock anger he called out, “Hey, well maybe if you want to stink up the bed so much, I’ll make you actually use your poke-bed tonight…”

	The small bed she was meant to use hadn’t even been touched by her since she was a scorbunny, but Violet took the threat seriously. Her attempt to act cool shattered as she hopped towards him with pleading eyes, shaking her arms frantically. Immediately Harry relented, not expecting her to take him so seriously. “Oh, alright… come on in.” Lifting the blanket slightly, she divebombed straight under the sheets. Even if the young man was fairly certain it wasn’t normal to keep your pokemon in bed with you, he could care less. She was warm and fluffy, and snuggling in at night always seemed to make her happy.

	The two would fall asleep quickly, even if the raboot naturally shuffled around in her sleep, occasionally inflating the covers with a burst of nighttime gas. In his sleep, her smell never bothered him, in fact it almost helped him sleep better. Interestingly, the same went for the rabbit, intermittently burying a dozing nose in his chest. A lot of it went unspoken, but through the years of repeating their same routine, neither could imagine life without the other at this point. Sweet dreams and foul gasses leaking from underneath the thick blanket were simply the norm for the two.

. . .

	After another peaceful night, the next morning went by swiftly. Harry brushing his teeth while Violet climbed up the sink to brush her buckteeth in the mirror. The inevitable moment when the shop owner cornered his pokemon to brush out her fur while she huffed, thinking it unnecessary… despite enjoying each stroke. Eating a quick simple breakfast in front of the morning news hearing about team galactic yet again. And of course, the occasional time the hare would lean against a doorway to drop a little morning thunder, often suspiciously aimed towards the guy with her. Yet every time she would look away and blush before skittering away like it never happened. Once he was dressed up and Violet had her system clear for the day, the two were already off on their short walk to work.

	Moving down the sidewalk in the first rays of morning, streetlights still turned on, the two were in no hurry. One hand tucked away in her furry pockets, the chill morning air of spring was no problem for violet. Although she marched forward like a scrafty defending it’s territory, the visual was partially ruined by the fact she was a three foot rabbit holding someone’s hand. Still, as her eyes passively scanned the still sleeping streets and the odd golden cloud drifting through the sunrise and between the towering buildings, her eyes locked on something else more.

	She couldn’t help but steal glances at the one she was walking with. Noting the way his breath slightly fogged in the early morning chill, the way his hair just barely shifted as he walked… Thinking about it just made her own breathing grow a little faster. She wasn’t stupid, she knew her feelings for him were… a little unusual… both in her own eyes and from the people around them… but was it really wrong? She saw lots of happy couples on television, eating together, sleeping together… walking hand in hand. If they were already so close to that, was it worth risking acting on it?

	She nearly flinched from her train of thought as Harry looked down at her, warm smile on his face. “What, do I have something in my hair this morning?” Obscuring her blush by looking away, she let out a soft exhale of surprise, before shaking her head to say that wasn’t the case. “Oh, sorry. I guess you’re just watching the horizon, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She nodded, although she was probably thinking of a different object on the horizon than him.

	Harry simply kept his stride up. He was busy with his own thoughts, but most of them revolved around taking violet somewhere to battle. The park was the easiest, but maybe he could do something special this weekend, make a whole day of it. Then maybe they could trek some of the local routes, fighting wild pokemon and camping under the stars. He still had some old trainer gear packed away in his closet. Basic stuff like a tent that fits in a backpack as well as a little kindling kit. Though, the latter wasn’t really necessary with a fire type around… It was Harry’s turn to wake up from daydreams when he noticed Violet jerk to a stop, still holding her he noticed this immediately.

	“What’s the matter?” Following her lavender colored eyes, he realized what she was staring at. They were already to the shop… and the front door was completely open. Ajar. Compromised. Not shut. The duo moved oddly in sync as they both creeped slowly and quietly to one of the windows. If someone was inside, they could definitely be seen from one of the large glass windows. Even through the dim rays of early light, it was apparent the dark insides of the shop were in disarray. Specific baskets of berries were completely emptied, random containers upturned, and even Violet’s worktable was tossed aside. Most importantly however, two silhouettes could be seen moving.

	Clad in sleek black and white uniforms, one opened the backdoor of building and brought in enough light to see their shadow sprint out with a large crate. Looking down to the rabbit peeking into the window… he realized she was gone. She was sprinting right inside! He would have rather called the police, but the idea of her running in alone made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Adrenaline at the back of his mind, he followed behind and yelled, “Hey, whoever’s in here! Stop what you’re doing!” The remaining man turned around to reveal his blue bowl cut and golden “G” emblem. Both the ex-trainer and his pokemon had just seen that same symbol on the morning news.

	Harry realized they were in real danger as he mumbled out, “Team Galactic?” Sounding just as frightened the grunt called out to his teammate around the corner, “Oh shit, the owner’s back!” Harry felt weird standing behind a pokemon half his size, but Violet looked dead serious, poised and ready to go. Thinking quickly he tried to actually act like a trainer, “Don’t let him escape Violet, use uh, ummm…” SHIT! It had been so long he couldn’t even remember any of her moves. He would have felt even worse if he realized beneath her cool exterior, his pokemon was having just as much trouble remembering any real moves.

	Noticing their hesitation, the lackey grabbed a nearby sack of pilfered goods and bolted out the backdoor after his friend shouting, “HEY! You’re the one with the pokemon, deal with this guy!” Door still flung open, Harry and Violet ran straight through and into the alleyway. Further down the narrow brick corridor between buildings the first grunt was unloading the crate in a van. The one they were pursuing was still sprinting with his heavy bag while yelling, “Get your DAMN pokemon out!” Frantically sprinting, Harry threw out his best half baked plan, “Violet, uh, kick something at him!”

	That really wasn’t much of a move, but that was probably what she was going to do anyway. Flexing a pint-sized leg she forcefully kicked into a nearby trashcan, sending the lid flying like a metal frisbee. Too bad she was out of practice, because it sailed past the fleeing thief and loudly dented the large truck. From inside the second grunt yelled out, “SHIT, give me a second!” In response a red flash appeared from the opened rear of the vehicle, the light leaving his golbat out and flying about.

	While the two team galactic lackeys started trying to load the truck for their getaway, the wide mouthed bat blocked the two shop owners from getting any closer. Harry realized he had gotten his pokemon battle, even if it wasn’t how he was expecting. Fully aware traditionally calling out moves wasn’t the best choice right now, he gave the purple and white rabbit a simple order, “Give ‘em your all girl!” Violet nodded with sweat on her brow… her last move was literally stolen from one of the action TV shows she watched… but she told herself she could figure something out.

	Jumping side to side, Violet launched herself in the air, leg forward ready to directly smack the bat out of the air. However as she accelerated forward towards the flying foe, it turned to face her, and let out a horrid shriek from it’s oversized mouth. The raboot was assaulted by a glowing beam, a confusion ray. Suddenly unable to focus, she careened past her target, tumbling to the ground with a clatter against one of the dumpsters.

	Harry wanted to scream, not only was he being robbed, but his only pokemon had just wiped out hard, and now she was in serious danger. Thinking quickly, he realized this was far from a conventional pokemon battle. Grabbing a fallen brick off the ground, he hurled it towards the offending creature. It missed, but he certainly got the golbat’s attention. With a horrendous cry the bat swooped towards him instead. What the hell could he do now? Run and leave Violet behind?

	In the same moment Violet pulled herself off the rough ground. Between the pain of the fall and the fact her eyes refused to focus on one thing, she was having trouble making sense of anything. However, she could see a blue and purple object flying away from her. Away? She audibly gasped when she recognized who it was chasing. Head still spinning, she staggered forward. There was simply too much at stake right now, she couldn’t miss this time.

	Winding up a leg, she kicked a loose chunk of pavement of impressive size with every ounce of strength in her leg. At first it looked like she failed miserably as it smashed directly into one of the narrow walls, but she had kicked it with such force it bounced off and clattered into the other wall. Back and forth like a pinball it rapidly travelled forward with the sound of smooth stone against stone.

	Harry braced his arms outward, realizing he’d have to take whatever attack the pokemon dished out. Devilish fangs spread wide and glinting towards him in the dark alleyway, he braced himself for the worst. That’s why he was almost as surprised as the bat when with a loud smack, the bouncing stone connected HARD. Smacked to the ground abruptly by the speed of the projectile, Harry’s vision was replaced with a view of team galactic’s truck backed into the alley, but more importantly the dizzily standing rabbit. With a flash of clarity regarding what was important in the moment, he jumped right over the golbat and ran to Violet.

	Now slamming the sliding door shut on the rear of the truck, one of the grunts watched in confusion as the shop-owner lifted his pokemon in his arms over the now collapsed golbat. In a panic he fished out the pokeball from his pocket. “Get us the hell out of here! I’ve got everything in the van.” Dashing forward just enough to get within range, he hit the button on his pokeball to call back the prone pokemon.

	Still holding Violet aloft in his arms, Harry was a little surprised by her tenacity when she focused her unsteady head towards the nearby team galactic grunt. Opening her mouth, she managed a small stream of fire that nearly singed his tacky hair. Turning around to see what she was aiming at, all Harry saw was the dirstressed grunt jumping onto the rear step rail before slamming the locked backdoor with a metallic thud. “HIT THE GAS, I’M ON.”

	Speeding away with a squeal of tires, Violet kept firing potshots of pure fire at them from the safety of Harry’s arms, still lifting her against his chest. Even with the truck far in the distance, she only stopped firing sporadically when the human holding her squeezed her tight enough to get her attention. The fact he had just been robbed was eclipsed by the pride he felt in how the pokemon in his grip performed. “THAT WAS AMAZING VIOLET!” Holding her firmly, he noticed her scrapes from the fall. “Just hang in there a minute longer, I’m sure there’s still enough left inside to heal you up.” However, Violet was having trouble listening to any praise. Her vision was going dark… then suddenly, blazingly bright.

	Harry stopped in the alleyway as the pokemon in his arms started glowing bright enough to cast lengthy shadows in the dark space. Despite having seen this happen to Violet once before, the whirlwinds of events had him struggling to understand what was happening. He strained his eyes to see what was happening as the weight in his arms grew rapidly. Then, with his arms noticeably held wider to grip her than before, the light faded. Still readjusting to normal light levels, he could still recognize the large bunny in his arms, purple rather than orange highlights still marking her as the same Violet he knew. Too amazed to say anything, the last thing the ex-raboot saw were eyes filled with shock and awe before she passed out.

. . .

	Felling herself wake up, Violet felt a little off… She figured it was the larger human’s absence beside her… Must be the weekend if he got up and left her to snooze a little longer. Rolling on her side a little, she felt a bit of pressure roll around her stomach. Without hesitation she pulled a knee up to her chest and let her built up gas loose. Pouring out of her with a resplendent bass, the unusually lengthy fart sounded like a lengthy throaty purr as it reverberated against the hard surface below her. Smiling from the relief, she silently scolded herself for not saving a good one like that for Harry’s pillow… or maybe his clothes? Maybe his lap…

	“Wait…” she thought, still drooling slightly from her last thought. “Why is the bed so rough?” Mind coming back to her, she cracked her eyes to see she was on a table… her worktable? But it was like a shrunken down version, that table was too big for her to take up this much space on it. Craning her neck upwards, she realized she was definitely in the store, and even if some of the stuff was reorganized, berry splatters and cracked decorations lay everywhere. Even on her arms and legs, she had an abundance of natural poultices and bandages wrapped around her, far more than she needed for her level of injuries.

	Hearing her stir awake, something impossible to miss with that newly evolved rear-firepower, the young man with her ran from the landline phone to her side. “Hey, Violet, are you okay?” His hair was in disarray, bags noticeable underneath his eyes now wide open in concern. The rabbit followed her first instinct seeing him in such a state, wrapping her arms around him without hesitation. However, as she bolted upright to do so, she realized something was off. Not only did it feel like the shop shrunk, but did Harry shrink? Blinking her eyes in confusion while still hugging him tightly, she noticed he was still taller than her, but only by a foot now, rather than three. Looking down at herself more closely, she realized she wasn’t a raboot anymore…

	In her confusion, he took the opportunity to reciprocate with his arms around her and explain. “So uh, if you don’t remember, we kinda got robbed?” She nodded slowly, a little more focused on how her newly acquired spike of purple fur felt on her head. “Uh, so I just got done with the police, and it sounds like it’ll be weeks before they help us out in anyway… but um, you evolved, and… I’m very, very, very proud of how you did back there.” As soon as he finished his statement she pulled him in closer, nuzzling her cheek against his as he felt his body relax for the first time in hours. Violet was still adoring how she had easy access to this guy’s face now with her extra height, while Harry was starting to realize his little raboot wasn’t so shy anymore.

	Pulling himself a back a little, much to her visible disapproval, he explained. “Well, while you were recovering I figured out what we should do next.” She nodded quickly before even knowing what he was about to say. “We still need to pay our bills before the next berry shipment comes in, so I think we’re going to go along one of the routes and forage up something to sell ourselves.” Not used to her strength yet, she nearly lifted Harry in the air after he finished his statement. She absolutely loved the idea of heading out with him into the wilderness, just the two of them against it all! Her newfound directness as a cinderace didn’t waver as she pulled him in for another tight hug, nearly drowning him in her fur and the leftover stench of her previous emission still hanging thick in the air.

	The young man simply went along with her affectionate overreactions. It was fantastic to know she was alright. He simply let his worries fade for a moment as she held him closely enough he could feel her breathing. The store hardly mattered if she was okay, they could bounce back from anything as a team. At least, he hoped so. Looks like they were too busy taking all the inventory to get in the register. Still, it’s not like he kept a lot in there anyway. Regardless, he was confident the two of them could forage more than enough to keep the shop afloat.

. . .

	The walk back to their apartment was noticeably different than normal on the busy midday sidewalk. While Violet insisted on holding his hand, the newfound similarity in size made the display less “cute” in the eyes of passerby. If anything the roles were reversed as Harry found himself flustered from the occasional judging stare. On the other hand Violet smiled obliviously to any one who looked their way, feeling pride rather than bashfulness around any strangers.

	Once they made it back inside, Harry made a beeline for the closet to search for old gear. The cinderace lagged behind, still ogling at how the previously massive TV looked so much smaller. Through piles of old forgotten items and worthless clutter, he dug around for anything useful. A dusty canteen here, a fingerless glove that didn’t even fit him anymore there. Even though it took a disaster to make it happen, he couldn’t hide the fact he was at least a little excited at the prospect of ditching work for a while and camping with Violet. Maybe she needed this to get used to her new form?

	Violet was just as actively searching as the human beside her… until she found something that would only interest her. Eyes darting side to side with her trademark purple blush making it’s first reappearance, she backed away slightly just out of his sight to better examine her find. Back turned to him, she unfurled the pair of old boxers with as much enthusiasm as a teenager during a panty raid. Slightly surprised with how bold she was being only a couple feet away from him, she brought the cloth to her face for a deep inhale of his familiar scent… particularly the one that instinctively made her tail stand stiff and her knees go weak.

	Slyly glancing over to see the undergarment’s owner was still preoccupied, she had an even better idea for what the forgotten underwear should smell like. Creeping back quietly, she pushed it underneath her plush purple posterior and sat on the bed. Leaning to the side ever so slightly, she prepared to silently steam her own scent into the pair of boxers. However, what may have felt like a silent one coming before was a gross misjudgment in her new form, because her ears stood up at full alert when a muffled gas grenade sounded off below her.

	It was short, but the concentrated blast of methane came out with a scorching heat that amplified her own funk marinating the article underneath her. Harry turned around to give the red-handed rabbit a look, but unable to see the pilfered pants underneath her, he just mumbled under his breath, “You know I love you, but I’ll never understand why you always have to stink up the bed…” As soon as he turned around she let out a delayed sigh of relief. Slowly she peeled the underwear off her fuming ass, already sweating from trapping he heat of her gas underneath her like that.

	She didn’t even need to bring the corrupted boxers very close to her face to tell she had buried any old scents in a graveyard of fermented pecha berries and brimstone. She shuddered at the thought of what she could really do on a full stomach… and how much she liked the idea of sharing it with Harry. She still didn’t fully understand it herself, but she knew the thought of peppering him in her personal perfume made her knees go weak and her insides grow warmer. Quickly becoming riled up just thinking about it, she was only brought to reality when the young man called back to her proudly. “Hey! I found the tent!” Violet let out a slightly dazed sound of agreement, before recalling how important all of this was. She could daydream later. Pulling herself off the bed, neither noticed the few drops that soaked into the blanket from between her previously quivering legs.

	Quickly tucking the defiled clothes into Harry’s dresser, she examined the pile of stuff Harry had uncovered. A small portable tent, a neon jacket, a single sleeping bag, a backpack, and a pair of boots. “Check it out! When was the last time I even took you out into the wild for a night? I think you were still a scorbunny…” Violet vaguely remembered what he was talking about. She remembered knocking out a kricketot (one of her first battles) and playing in the tall grass… Still thinking about it, she remembered in a sudden flash of clarity that night in the tent.

	She had gorged herself on any wild berry she could find behind Harry’s back, excited to try whatever flavor it might have. Only, that decision lead to her being so bloated that night she felt like a balloon, and the worst part was she couldn’t seem to let any out. She couldn’t hide her dilemma when the sounds of her stomach’s roiling became louder than anything outside. Yet, that same trainer helped rub her stomach flat that night. Even if she fogged up the tent so badly it reeked next morning…

	The excitement in the uniquely colored cinderace’s eyes doubled as she had an abrupt realization. She would just hotbox a tent that size these days… she could practically inflate it. Not only could she help Harry keep the shop running, but she just might be able to fulfill the fantasy she was picturing only a few minutes ago. Caught up in the moment, Violet hopped in place for a moment, ears bouncing with every movement.

	Interpreting her reaction as pure excitement for the camping, he nearly bounced as much as her while slinging the disused jacket over his shoulders. “Come on, help me pack and we can be out on the routes in no time!” To her surprise he also unveiled a small bag full of the infamously bitter herbs from the shop. “I even found some untouched herbs while you were out, and, well… I know that would make no other pokemon excited, but I th-” He was caught off guard as the rabbit squealed in delight before snatching him in yet another hug, her new size nearly bowling him over. Even if they needed to hurry to make use of as much daylight as possible, the two let the moment last. While Violet savored the feeling of actually being able to wrap her arms around him, Harry could only wonder from the cinderace’s overjoyed face why he hadn’t done this earlier.

. . .

	The two made for an interesting sight as they marched forward through the urban sidewalks until the scenery gave way to towering pine trees and open fields. Harry had on his rather disused trainer outfit, feeling like he was a little too old to be looking this brightly colored. However, his companion’s enthusiasm about the whole thing had him walking with a little more pride. Violet was bounding along beside him with pep in her step, carrying the biggest bag waiting to be filled with whatever they found. He objected at first to the idea of her carrying something so heavy, but with a bucktoothed grin she showed how easy the larger weight was for her now. It was the time of spring where the temperature felt fine in the midday like this, so neither had any complaints strolling out this far.

	As a cloud sailed over the sun briefly and the shadow swept across the swaying grass and brought his attention back, the reinvigorated trainer brought his attention to the pokemon happily humming beside him. She was so much bigger now, even if she still wasn’t quite his height. Her tall ears and dark purple spike of hair bobbed around the height of his head. Taking a moment to appreciate how far she had come along, he reminded himself they had business to do. “Alright Violet, we’re far out enough we might start finding some wild berries. I know you’ve worked with me long enough to know what’s good and what isn’t, but if you’re ever not sure, just show what you find to me, okay?”

	The happy hare playfully stood straight and gave a salute, acknowledging her orders. While he chuckled, she was taking this seriously. Even if she had plans for tonight, they still had work to do! Using her new fiery legs to their full extent, she took off in a blurred streak of lavender, large bag bouncing as it threatened to fly off her back. Harry watched in awe at how fast she could move. “Woah!” Seeing her disappear into the thick bushes on the edge of the field, he sighed. “I guess she can take care of herself…”

However, after a moment of wind and distant bird calls while Harry stood still, a rustle sounded from the bushes. Violet’s white and purple face shot out of the underbrush in a flurry of leaves, complete with a beaming smile. The way she excitedly called him over with a movement of her paw brought a smile back to his face. Even if it made sense for them to split up, he was relieved it looked like she had no plans of separating on their berry hunt. It was good to know that as much as things change, some things will always stay the same. However, Harry didn’t have time to linger on such thoughts as Violet hopped over to practically drag him forward with how eagerly she was pulling him along.

. . .

	Running through rolling hills, rivers, and woods, the two gathered whatever they could find. Oran berries, Sitrus berries, and an odd looking mushroom? Well Harry could still sell that fungus for a chunk of change, so they added it to the bag. Now in the thicker part of the woods, the trainer fumbled inside his backpack and through the looming shadows of the branches above to find his map. However his nose noticed something carried on the air, a familiar scent yet different. It was the kind of natural musk that he could smell whenever he buried a nose in Violet’s fur, but this time it was stronger. It was one of those smells he felt like should have repelled him, but maybe due to all the time he spent with her he had grown to enjoy it.

	Glancing upward, he noticed his pokemon nearby, bag on the ground so she could bend over and reach inside a low scraggly berry bush. It looked like all the exercise had her fur slightly slick, glistening just slightly in the scattered light. Though, as she unintentionally shook her hips to reach further, he couldn’t help but gawk at a new aspect of her evolution. Her darkly colored posterior was noticeably larger, scratch that, VERY noticeably larger than before. Internally he couldn’t help but remark she put a purugly’s caboose to shame. Still oddly enchanted by the sights and smells of the rabbit beside him, he heard a resounding bubbly grumble from her stomach.

	The unintentional show Violet was putting on was about to change drastically as she didn’t bother holding back her overactive bowels. With a squeeze of her abdominal muscles and a casual lift of her fluffy tail, she pushed out a chainsaw ripper that could have only come from his cinderace. Loud and proud it flowed out of her with a rumbling ferocity that jiggled her behind and fluctuated the tone from deep bass to high pitch whistles rapidly. Spewing from her bunny buns was an invisible cloud of funk that could have singed nose hairs with its unusually heated stench, one that he could imagine cartoonishly wilting plants.

	Once the leaf rattling fart ended on a beefy pop and a rather cute sigh, Harry had a new detail to worry about. The raunchy aroma that should have sent him running for the hills was actually growing on him, almost intoxicating in it’s intensity of aged wild berries and pungent sulfur. Breathing deeply for a moment he felt his heartbeat grow faster, and a gentle buzzing in his ears… Actually, a rather loud buzzing… Looking up in surprise Harry noticed a swarm of combee flying towards them from between the trees. It looked like they must have stumbled onto the bee pokemon’s territory… and Violet’s rather unstealthy rear gave them away.

	Although the cinderace lagged behind him for a second, the two found themselves standing close together as the insects approached. Long past needing orders, the purple lagomorph got right to it, kicking a large fallen branch with her new legs, the force enough to catch the wood on fire before knocking the combee right out of the air. Normally Harry would be cheering her on immediately, but things looked rather one sided as she had only defeated one of almost uncountable bees currently approaching them.

	Harry paused for a moment, before remembering what happened just earlier today. “Hey, Violet!” The way she pivoted her head to him with a wry smile even in a moment of action like this brought out more confidence in his voice. “Remember how you bounced that rock before with the golbat? Could you do it with these guys?” Violet answered the best way she could, kicking a soccer ball sized stone up from the ground, and juggling it with her feet until it was glowing red with fiery heat. With one last launch in the air, she twirled a wound-up kick before sending the misshapen ball of fire rocketing into the upcoming wall of bees.

	Back and forth her projectile bounced along the swarm like a red blur, sending combee falling to the ground in it’s wake. Harry couldn’t help but cheer her on watching her unleash such an impressive attack. “Yeah! You show ‘em Violet!” Violet blushed slightly before taking a heroic pose she had learned from her action TV shows. She could practically hear the cheesy music start up as the remaining swarm circled them. She could do this! She could beat them all! She could win the love interests heart! Uh… she could focus on the last one later and instead think of cool battle moves.

	Standing back to back with his beloved pokemon currently striking a defiant pose, Harry noticed a much large pokemon emerge from the sea of buzzing yellow insects. It was the queen of the hive, a vespiqueen! Wondering if this was the kind of intense stuff trainers actually went through on a daily basis, he shouted his new idea to Violet over the cacophony of insect wings. “See that big bug over there? Aim for her, when she’s down they’ll all retreat!” The hare focused her eyes on her new target, and bent forward into an over the top super sentai pose. She was going to send this woman packing, and she was going to show off her new abilities while doing it.

	Readying another pyroball by kicking up another hunk of fallen wood, she decided to add her own flare to this one. Bouncing it up just at it ignited, she spun around just as fast, lifting a leg once it sailed past her purple behind. With a grunt and a strained face, she forced out a short but powerful grenade of gas against the flaming timber. Her unique skuntank brew vastly increased the flames with the burst of methane, the internal toxins giving the orange ball of flame a purple tint, and the force of her outburst keeping the projectile in the air long enough for her to swirl around kick the mauve inferno ahead of her.

	Harry could only watch in disbelief as the almost literal butt bomb careened towards the head of the hive. Her swarm tried to block the blast, but it rocketed past them too quickly to react. In a flash of flames, the queen was knocked out instantly. Hell, even if the raging fire wasn’t enough, the fact her projectile reeked worse than a tire fire would have probably had the same effect. In moments the previously raging tide of combees turned tail and flew off with their unconscious vespiqueen, frequently rotating out when the overwhelming scent made carrying her difficult.

	While Harry cheered their stunning success, Violet was absolutely ecstatic. Even if the young man beside her always made her feel comfortable about her unfortunate skunktank heritage, this was the first time she had reason to actually be completely proud of it. Without thinking she pivoted her sweat soaked body fuming with pheromones around and wrapped around her trainer in a fully body hug, even wrapping her legs around him and nearly toppling the two over with her newfound size.

	Absolutely overwhelmed by the scents, sounds, and feelings enveloping him in the moment, the shopkeeper shouted without thinking. “I love you Violet! You’re the best!” The blissful content on the pokemon’s face faded to a more serious one after he said that, prompting him to hesitate while still holding up her weight. In the abrupt silence, filled only by each other’s heavy breathing, she focused on feeling their bodies pressed together so tightly, so warmly. Her face inches from his she focused her amethyst orbs on his eyes. Inside her head almost screaming she thought, “Is this it? Do I try something now, like couples do on television?”

	However, her abrupt shift in demeanor was interpreted differently by Harry. “Oh, are you hurt?” He loosened an arm around her to retrieve the small bag of herbs. “Come on, these’ll make you feel better.” In a moment Violet was shaken from her previous fantasies of kissing the love interest after the big battle, because she was reminded of her original tent based plan. Quickly accepting the bag by stuffing her mouth with bitter herbs as if they were candy, she chose to instead nuzzle an overstuffed cheek against his face. The way her fur rubbed against him tickled, and Harry laughed loudly. “Hey, quit it! If you keep doing that I’m gonna trip and we’ll both be sprawled on the ground.”

	Nearly doing exactly what he said, Harry haphazardly stumbled forward. Stopping himself at the last moment while Violet finally loosened her clinging embrace, both their eyes lit up at a new sight. Ahead of them was a massive stockpile of honey and berries, the hive’s treasure. Harry couldn’t even get a word out before the herb munching hare dashed back to grab the bag and started piling it full of what they found.“Look at all this! This is more than we could ever carry back!” His pokemon was way ahead of him as she quickly eyed the most valuable of nature’s bounties and tossed them in her bag. Her trainer followed suit, using an old thermos and a canteen to hold some precious golden honey.

. . .

	By the time the sun was setting the two had excitedly stuffed their biggest bag to nearly bursting, Harry using every miscellaneous bottle or container to scoop honey, and Violet eating just about anything they couldn’t take with them. Even as the purple bunny struggled to close the bag, she tried, and failed, to stifle a rather unladylike belch. Her stomach was filled to the brim with potent herbs and a menagerie of berries, her evolved stomach had allowed her to indulge in way more food than ever before. Still, even as full as she was, she stumbled to her feet with the now massive bag carried on her back. Harry wasn’t doing all that much better himself lugging the camping equipment and some of the new inventory for the shop, so they both walked a little awkwardly.

	“Come on, we’ll just walk far enough the bees don’t come back for us, then we’ll make camp for the night. No way we’re making it back home before it gets dark out.” Violet nodded in response to his plan, though a little sluggishly already feeling the weight of everything she ate starting to get to her. As the two departed into the thick woods, they walked along closely together… well as close as two people could with giant bags on their backs. Beyond the soft songs of kricketunes and occasional bird calls, the rabbit’s midsection would let out a watery gurgle rivaling the background noise. Her fiery insides were already at work breaking down everything in her system, the poison type in her wasting no time twisting and bending the fragrant fruit into her own pungent perfume.

	If the human beside her wasn’t preoccupied thinking about how he’d fill the shop with everything they found, even ideas if he should throw a big sale, he would have picked up on the now completely emptied bag of infamous herbs she left behind. If a normal diet left Violet explosive, he would know better than anyone else an entire bag of those roots meant she was brewing a warhead of noxious gasses for the night. But for now, neither were too focused on that. It was a struggle just to lug everything they had, so they kept focused on the path before them. As the sky took on more shades of orange and pink that mixed with the waning blue, the silhouettes of the duo moved forward, clumsily humming a tune together.

. . .

	Underneath a cloudless sea of stars with only a thin strip of light over the horizon, Harry fumbled to put their tent together. It had been a long time since he set up this small orange bubble of polyester, but he was figuring out the mess of poles as he went. With the warmth of the sun gone, he found himself moving faster in the chill dusk air. Meanwhile his companion nearby secured their foraged haul with a tarp. Wiping the sweat from her brow, her exhale of finally finishing work was interrupted as it turned into a groan halfway out of her mouth. Her stomach felt like a steam engine with her inner heat bringing the vat of decadent foods she stuffed her gut with to a bubbling boil. The pressure being held back underneath her innocently cute tail was already immense and growing stronger every second.

	Yet, even if the thought of bending over and letting rip like a smokestack sounded heavenly, she had to wait a little longer. Biting a lip with her buckteeth she glanced towards the tent being assembled. Just a little longer. Just a moment. Just a few minutes… If she could hold on long enough, she’d have him right where she wanted him. Packed tightly together in that little space, holding each other so, soooo closely… Her face was absolutely overtaken by her purple blush as she fantasized about how many butt bombs she could cram into the tiny space… how maybe she could even do to him what she always felt the urge to do to his pillow…

	As the overgrown bunny started to let her knees go weak in a slight sway of her legs and her breath grew steamy enough it was visible in the night air from her own ideas for tonight, she felt her tall ears go limp and her paws reach lower and lower… “Hey! I think this stupid tent is finally standing! Come on in.” Violet literally leapt into the air in surprise, something fortunately unnoticed as Harry hadn’t looked up from the tent yet. Quickly hopping to her feet and catching her breath, she put on a large smile and did her best to casually climb into the tent with him. Deep down however, she was far from nonchalant… wide amethyst eyes watched her trainer intently while a bead of sweat moved down her fur. The anxiety she was feeling only overclocked her internal gas factory, insides twisting nervously.

Oblivious to the inner strife of the hare, Harry laid his tired back on top of his sleeping bag for padding. “Sorry, there’s not exactly a lot of space here…” Shuffling more into the corner to make room, he was a little surprised when she almost immediately pushed her back into him, fitting snuggly as his little spoon. The position wasn’t new for the two, but her added size made it feel so much more… intimate… for him, bringing a slight blush to his face.

	Still trying to think of something to say, he felt a small nudge as the cinderace rolled around to face him. She gripped her rather bloated stomach with both her paws, a deep internal growl like thick bubbling syrup sounded out before she shot him a pleading look. It took him a second, but when her recognized what she was doing he knew exactly what she wanted. It was strange that so much had happened so quickly that an actual piece of their usual routine coming back surprised him. “Come on… you don’t have to give me that look. I’ll give you your massage like I always do.” She let out a little trill of excitement before eagerly flipping back around, snatching an arm of his before he could react and bringing it to her aching stomach.

	Immediately, despite the change in her size, he could feel the taut ball of gasses swirling just underneath the surface. Her soft fur did nothing to hide her internal turmoil as another deeper gurgle signaled the latest surge of pressure lowering through her body. Yet unlike the countless times that feeling had coursed through her tonight, she couldn’t resist it anymore. Any tension in her body was rapidly draining from being under his familiar caring touch. Harry hadn’t even started rubbing and he already felt her body go slack, no strength left to hold back against her first grand release of the night.

	She didn’t even need to raise a leg, she simply let her toes curl in delight as the torrent of gas tore out of her with zero effort. Loudly slapping through her cheeks with force reminiscent of an uncorked bottle of champagne, the mammoth fart brewing inside her took only a second to reach a roaring crescendo. As her face melted into the bucktoothed bliss Harry was well acquainted with, her wave of raw flatulence crashed into his lap, hardly muffled as the heated gale scattered into every direction.

	In seconds the young man found his face reddening as his crotch was forcibly heated to an unbelievable temperature and his sense of smell absolutely overtaken by the nightmarishly concentrated fumes coming out of the deflating rabbit. In the moment he couldn’t even begin to describe the aroma, but if he had to he would describe it as simply intoxicating. Extremely pungent on the forefront was the intense flavor of the herbs, coming out of her with the potency of real skunktank spray, close underneath that being the rich smell of volcanically hot sulfur. Yet, he could still detect the gentle undercurrent of countless berries and sweet honey giving it a cloying sweetness. Complex and completely overpowering any other odors it came in contact with.

	That first fart may have burned out of her for around eleven seconds, but for both of them it felt like an eternity of tent-filling flatus. Never once did it lose it’s crescendo pitch, only abruptly ending the silence shattering outburst with an exaggerated sigh of relief from the gassy girl. Knocked into a daze by the strong start, he absentmindedly started his kneading of her overworked insides. Though the elation she felt just dropping that monster would normally be enough to send Violet into another relief-induced coma, she felt an internal heat rise inside of her. She was just getting started thoroughly rubbing her scent into him. She could do so much more with everything stewing inside her tonight.

	Maneuvering herself slowly, she kept his wonderfully caressing hand on her stomach while shifting her body lower. Then, with her plump purple ass resting around his shins, she dropped another payload of her overwhelming gas. Slowly, but seemingly without end, she kept spraying out incredibly muffled bass bombs against his body. With every cheek flapping explosion, silent hiss, raspy rapid fire machinegun, and bubbling tuba solo, she inched her slick rear slightly higher, rubbing her violently erupting backside into his clothes and scent marking every inch of him she could reach.

	Still deeply breathing in the beautifully raunchy gas clouding around him, Harry was too preoccupied wondering when exactly he started enjoying her foul perfume so much to fully notice the unique massage Violet was returning to him. Zipping past his crotch with a firmly planted fart like a quickly pulled zipper, cropdusting his abdomen with an airy fluttering foghorn, and rubbing her musk into his chest with the help of rippling little pops of heavily scented warmth, she continued her crusade of love and gas. Nearly stunned by the rapidly coalescing miasma of bunny bowels inside the tent, the trainer only started to realize how strangely his pokemon was positioned as she folded herself to keep his gently circling hand on her stomach while her wildly windy cannon worked it’s way onto his chest.

	Opening his mouth to call attention to what was transpiring, he quickly found a foul wind buzzing out of her bubble butt ricocheting straight into his airways. Instead of coughing however, he simply took in the acrid yet comfortably familiar aroma blitzing even his sense of taste with its strength. She was an absolute machine pumping out fart after fart, and yet something about those vibrations she was pushing through him had him internally excited. Excited for what? He didn’t have time to answer his own question as a shadow eclipsed his vision. A rather large purple moon still steaming with lingering remnants of everything she had flooded the tent with soon came softly plopping over his face.

	The horny hare felt her excitement rise as his breath tickled her most intimate parts. Frankly she fully expected him to stop her before she could get this far, but the fact he hadn’t resisted filled her with confidence. With her tail hole quivering to the beat of her exhilarated heart, she didn’t waste a second to line herself up with his nose. In her pause of taking in the heavenly sensation of him inhaling the deep musk in her now superheated crack, she felt an impatient gas cramp hurry her onward. In her primal heat she knew one thing. She wanted him to savor every second of this one.

	He felt the cinderace on top of him tense up for a moment, before a stream of scorching methane was pipelined straight into his body. The otherwise monstrous outburst was muffled into a deep rumble by his face as nearly every ounce found it’s way inside him. Mind and lungs similarly overwhelmed by what was happening. Her peculiarly colored eyes rolled up in bliss as she felt herself empty in such an intimate way. The feeling was simply too much for her too describe, but it just felt so right blasting someone she cared so deeply about at point blank.

	Though, once she finally felt the gaseous beast she had released ease into a hiss, reality caught up to her in an instant. This wasn’t a harmless little prank anymore. Why would anyone do this to someone they loved? The couples on TV never did something like this. Feeling her mind suddenly surface from the flood of passion, she pulled back her ass with a slight pop from pressing it against him so tightly. She winced slightly just feeling how much of her own heat was radiating off his face. Slowly, she turned around with a face of horror.

	Twisting around to see him, she noticed his face was absolutely crimson. A combination of the heat she carpet-bombed his head with and the emotions coursing through him. After a tense moment, he coughed out a puff of her horrendously dense funk before looking her in the eyes with a lightheaded smile from having his brain baked by her intense steam leak. “You uh, feel better now?” Slowly resuming his delicate touches on her volatile stomach, she felt any fear melt away. Of course he’d still care about her after she did something like that! It was too much for her already rapidly drumming heart. Blushing deeper purple than a plum, she felt like she needed to do something. Without a better thought in her head, she did what she usually did. She defaulted to what those couples on TV did.

	As he tried to mumble out another word of concern, she silenced him with an impassioned kiss. Their tongues collided in a bittersweet way, Harry taking in her deliciously sweet mouth like honey coated berries, Violet pushing through the taste of her own fumes that she filled him with. Yet, for her the flavor of her own scent coming off him so strongly was like the feeling of what she did to his boxers multiplied by a million. Even if the trainer let out a soft moan of surprise, he didn’t resist. Maybe it was the sheer amount of pheromones the cinderace had crammed into both the tent and his nose, but he didn’t stop to question what was happening. He simply went with the feelings.

	Still interlocked in the kiss she’d been planning for so long, her body wasn’t satisfied he knew exactly how she felt. Pushing her body against him, she grinded her pelvis into him. Then, with another detonation of pent up gasses that visibly billowed out the side of the tent behind her, she felt the vibrations start a flood of juices that drenched the space between her legs. Slowly her rather heated rutting became a wet squelching as she soaked his clothes in the physical manifestation of her lust. By the time she released him from her deep kiss, her breathing was ragged from the frantic pushing of her hips.

	Seeing such a reaction from somewhat he had spent countless moments together with, he felt no hesitation as he pulled down his rather saturated pants. Feeling the movement of soaked fabric beneath her intense grinding, she smiled widely through her panting knowing this was a true signal he reciprocated her feelings. With a kick of her blazing paws she did the rest of the work for him and easily removed his boxers. Never once letting her eyes leave his, she curled forward. With knees planted firmly against her chest and her own rear mounted cannon squarely against his crotch, she pushed just enough to let all hell break loose.

	The breath moan that escaped her lips would already have been loud enough to be heard outside the tent, but any volume she made was swallowed whole by the earthquake pushing through her plush purple posterior. Her cheeks would have clapped loudly if she wasn’t spread against his quickly hardening cock. Even while his rising mast fought against the sweltering windstorm pouring out of her, the chainsaw like sound grew muffled and wetter as she pushed her rear deeper into him, rippling his skin and battering his member with intense vibrations that stimulated his manhood further.

	Once her record shattering blast of pure rabbit methane purred to a soft finish, her lover was absolutely diamond hard and crammed between her cheeks. Moving to breathe a sigh of relief deeply in his ear, she teased the length of his shaft with the movement of her buns, eliciting an involuntary moan of pleasure from him. Deeply satisfied with the results of pushing out yet another batch of her endless humid brew, it felt like electricity coursing through her sensitive skin as she felt every bead of sweat travel across her body.

	Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she pulled him in for another kiss while she repositioned her legs to pivot her sopping wet sex above his own. His own eyes closed as she ravished his mouth, he could only moan deeply into her mouth as he felt the roasting vice between her legs wrap around him. She was ludicrously tight, the waterfall of sticky lubrication doing little to increase the torturously slow speed she took him in. Harry’s mind could hardly keep up, every intake of air constantly taking in her musky scent and powerful gas, his breathe stolen by her feverish lips, and her feverish will to cram every inch of his cock inside of her.

	Arms still tightly wrapped around her, he instinctively felt his hips buck into her own, slightly increasing the speed of their intermingling, but overflowing his mind with pleasure from feeling every single ridge inside her squeeze him tightly. Violet was even more overwhelmed by the comparatively massive girth pushing into her, causing her to nearly scream in pleasure as she occasionally convulsed to let another flow of her love nectar ease his entry and make a mess of the tent floor. Feeling herself filled so rapidly, her body made more room as thundering farts ripped out of her in tune to every movement of his dick.

	Moans, groans, cries of ecstasy and deafening farts sounded out into the otherwise quiet night as he felt himself finally bottom out inside of her. Her virginal entrance now loosened up just enough, he pulled back halfway before slamming right back into her furthest depths. The cinderace could only cry out into his mouth from the feeling, louder than ever before as the rapid movement caused her to spasm and orgasm, further milking his cock and firing out a rather mean bout of flatulence from her rear. Her mind was simply gone, floated up to cloud nine and feeling nothing but carnal pleasure as he kept going through her orgasm.

	Pumping and out of her with the frenzy of a piston, her backside erupted in a chorus of powerfully jettisoned gallons of her unique perfume.  Squeaking of the tent’s cheap fabric was overshadowed by the lewd wet slapping and continuous emissions from behind her, gradually growing in wetness from the accumulated sweat and other fluids from the fervent lovers. Encouraged by every ass quivering volley of raucous flatulence he rocked out of her, the trainer kept his tight hold around her shuddering body as he filled her to the brim, only to pull back and do it again.

	The discordant symphony of their lovemaking reached a furious pace as Harry climbed towards a desperate need for release. Violet simply gripped his back tighter as she felt the afterglow of her second orgasm already fading away. Unable to even focus her eyes through the fog of bliss, she cried out louder than ever before as he hilted himself as deep as he could possibly go inside her, before painting her insides with everything he could from inside his balls. Rope after rope, his nerves were on fire as his body struggled to handle the best orgasm of his life.

	The couple simply held each other close, feeling each other’s hearts beat in unison while he overflowed her insides with yet another load of his seed. Both panting like they had run a marathon, the abysmal atmosphere of the tent was as refreshing as a spring breeze in that moment. As things finally quieted down, the cinderace felt yet another bubbly burst of foul gasses flow out of her, stretching on and on in time until it confirmed her total scent saturation of the tent. Still gripping each other as tightly as their spent muscles could, Violet let her leg rapidly thump into the tent floor… she was spent in more ways than one… but just for the moment.

. . .

	Exhausted from the vigorous coupling and completely manic day, the two simply passed out onto each other within moments. Contented faces snoring inches from each other throughout the night, only occasionally interrupted by a much more peaceful remnant of her over engorged insides. In his dreams Harry felt happier than ever, it certainly wasn’t an orthodox relationship, but he spent every moment with Violet like she was another human, and now his life felt more complete as she became even more important to him. Life was simply indescribably perfect for the cinderace that night, her love returned so completely she could hardly care what else happened in her life.

	The next day locals were stunned as the small shoplifted store had a miraculous recovery with their biggest sale yet, store owner and his eager pokemon working in perfect unison. The cost for that bond seemingly just the irreparably tainted tent they dragged back with their haul. That hardly mattered though, the two could afford a new one at this rate! Life was still comfortable for the two, but they had broken the same dull routine just enough to make life exciting again. The next time team galactic would attempt to heist more healing items, their odds of escape would be far less than zero with this power couple more in sync than ever before.