Erotic Pokemon Fanfiction

Two Pokemon were walking through the forest, enjoying the quiet, secluded atmosphere that the dense trees, thick overgrowth, and the serenity of nature created. The pair didn't have all that much in common, they actually had a lot of opposite traits. Shelby, a plump Floatzel, confidently strolled through the woods, not much caring for sticking to the path. She seemed confident, but it was mostly because she wasn't all that intelligent. The sea-weasel wasn't stupid by any means, but the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' could easily be applied to her. Meanwhile, Ethan, a small Eevee, was introverted, nervous, and startled every time a twig snapped. He would complain each time they moved further away from the set path, and didn't at all see the thrill in exploring. He was quite boring, but he still followed Shelby, purely because he had a crush on her!

He admired the Floatzel greatly, found her attractive, funny, and enjoyed her company. She was also one of the few girls that didn't try to control him, much like his overbearing older sister. There was also the slight thrill that hanging out with Shelby gave him, because he had to do it behind his sister's back. It was one of the few 'exciting' things he did! As they walked, the pair didn't exchange much conversation, Ethan being too scared to speak loud and Shelby was distracted each time she saw a pretty bird or butterfly. Still, that didn't stop the Eevee from trying; he was alone with his crush, no-one around for miles! If he wanted to get on her good side, now was definitely the time. He frantically scrambled for a topic in his head - the Floatzel loved food, maybe he could talk to her about that? As if on queue, Shelby's stomach let out a sudden loud gurgle, thundering through the forest clearing the pair had just walked into.

Ethan, not knowing the noise's origin, let out a loud yelp, startled by it and mistaking it for the growl of some fearsome predator. Eventually, he realised what the noise was and couldn't help but blush a bright shade of red as Shelby gently pat her stomach and chuckled softly.
"You sillybutt! It's just my tummy. I'm kinda' hungry actually. We should've packed snacks! Sandwiches.. Or fish! Mm, I could go for some fish.." she said, stopping to smile down at the Eevee.
"Y-you scared me! H-heh.." Ethan replied, breathing a sigh of relief. "Well, if you're hungry, maybe we could go back..?" he asked, a slight hint of hopefulness in his voice. His recent scare had him nervously looking around, the Eevee being the only one of the two to realise that the forest had suddenly gotten a LOT darker..

"Go back? Pffft, don't be a scaredy-pants! We should find a pond! Oooh, yeah. I love raw fish. Let's go!" the water-type eagerly squeaked, having not picked up on Ethan's desire to leave. She strolled off without another word, the Eevee forced to follow behind her. With a spring in her step, the Floatzel's large, blubbery backside wobbled with each step, and Ethan found himself staring at it as he followed, unable to stop himself from blushing shamefully each time his eyes landed on it. The further they went, the darker the space between the trees became, to the point where Ethan couldn't see all that much in front of him EXCEPT Shelby's fat ass! He looked away, which proved to be even worse as his mind kept making shapes out of the shadows, scaring the poor boy even more.

"U-uh Shelby? I don't think we're gonna' find a pond anywhere.. A-and we've already lost the path!" Ethan squeaked, desperately trying to find the balance between being cautious and not being lame. Getting lost was one thing, but enduring an afternoon with the Floatzel after she'd scoffed down raw-fish was an entirely different matter. There was one quality Ethan didn't enjoy in his crush, and that was her raunchy, obnoxious farts. He'd been around her enough times to know that the Floatzel frequently sullied the air with foul emissions from her otherwise perfect posterior. Most of the time, she didn't even have much control over it, accidentally letting rip at the worst of times. Raw fish was a catalyst for unlocking the foulest potential of her bowels though, Shelby's fishy farts easily being her worst. Ethan dwelled upon such thoughts as he found himself staring at her ass again, shuddering as he pictured it jiggling with a fart.

'BrrrraaAAAAAAaaapppt!'

When a sudden foul stench hit his nose, the Eevee quickly realised that it hadn't been his imagination at all. Shelby quickly muttered several apologies the moment she'd realised what she'd done, quickly waving her tails around to try and disperse the stink. In her panic, a few more bubbly sputters popped out, her blubbery moons wobbling with each one. She smiled nervously, and planted her paws on her ass. Ethan coughed a few times and scrunched up his face, the sharp stench filling his nostrils. Eventually, the smell faded, being replaced with the fresh scent of grass and damp tree-trunk. He relaxed his face and opened his eyes - amazingly, the forest seemed to be perfectly clear, the dark haze having been lifted. It was as if a spell had been broken..

"H-hey! Do you see that?"
"See what?"
"There's a building!" Ethan said, pointing off into the distance. Sure enough, in front of them was an old, empty looking cottage, held together with wooden beams and clay. The wood looked aged, coated with moss, and it was the sort of building that would probably creak if any wind blew against. It had previously been hidden by the darkness of the trees, and its sudden ominous appearance had Ethan on edge. Shelby, however, didn't seem to care one bit. She had more important things to worry about.
"Maybe there's food inside!" she suddenly exclaimed, wandering off towards it.
"H-hey wait! I don't think we should be here.. I don't like this! Haven't you heard of fairy tales where people go missing in situations exactly like this one?!" Ethan frantically tried to stop Shelby, but she wasn't thinking with her head, but rather her stomach.

"Pfft, do you really believe in those silly things? C'mon, it'll be fun!" Shelby chuckled, trodding through the grass as her stomach continued to gurgle and groan. Eventually, she arrived at the door, peering through the window in the center of it. The glass was dusty, but from what she could see, there was no-one inside. Still, she extended a paw and knocked three times on the wooden frame, the wood creaking softly as each thump resounded through it. Ethan arrived at her feet, nervously looking around and only one loud noise away from clutching onto the Floatzel's legs. He was almost relieved when no-one came to answer the door!
"O-okay, no-one's home! We should just leave.." he eagerly squeezed, gently tugging on Floatzel's leg.
"Well you know what that means? It means it's abandoned! Come on! Let's have a look inside.." Shelby responded, pressing against the door and slowly pushing it open. The wood creaked heavily as she did so, doorframe groaning softly under the weight.

"We don't know that! What if someone catches us?" Ethan pressed, looking inside and gulping as he saw the darkness of the cottage's interior.
"Come oooon. Don't be boring like you always are!" Shelby responded, poking her head inside without a care in the world. Ethan's cheeks turned slightly red at such a remark, and he stammered on his words. He didn't want her to think he was boring! He let out a muffled whimper, gulped, and shut himself him. Whether or wanted to or not, his affection for the Floatzel was too much, and he followed Shelby inside. The floorboards creaked beneath the sea weasel's weight, Ethan sticking closely behind her. The room that first met their eyes was small, and it was clear no-one was home. A table and a set of chairs sat in the middle of the room, atop a purple rug. Shelves, cupboards, and drawers lined the walls, all closed. A kitchen sat in the corner, and a closed door could be found at the back of the room.

As Ethan peered around, he quickly came to notice that there were no cobwebs, and the interior seemed to be clean, tidy, and looked like someone was still living there.
"Uh, Shelby? This doesn't look very abandoned.." he squeaked quietly, ears going flat as he peered around. The Floatzel didn't pay him any attention for she was far too busy digging around in a cupboard, desperate to find food. She knocked aside vials of strange liquids, threw away various books and scraps of paper without care. The sea weasel's stomach continued to gurgle as she failed to find anything, little whimpers escaping her as the hunger-pains grew stronger. Next, she moved onto one of the drawers, sticking her hands inside and looking for anything that was edible. There were nothing but dusty times inside, which she chucked onto the floor in her pursuit for food. Ethan, meanwhile, just watched, taking note of each and every object she encountered. Quickly, he began to put together an idea of the sort of person that lived in the cottage.

"Err. Shelby? Lots of potions and old books.. I.. I think this might be a Delphox's cottage! We really should leave.." he urged her, walking up behind the Floatzel to tug on her leg. Suddenly, a loud, thundering 'SLAM!' came from behind the pair, as the door was suddenly swung shut. The entire cottage rumbled, but not because of the door, but instead because of the loud, bassy fart Shelby had let loose as she was startled by the noise. It blasted out of her ass for a solid three seconds, battering poor Ethan with the hot, acrid gas and sending him onto his back, coughing softly as the vile, meaty stench filled his nostrils. He had been so close that his face was almost between her cheeks, so naturally he took the full brunt of the fart. She quickly turned around to begin apologising, but instead ended up gawking as she noticed the pair were no longer alone. In the doorway, a very angry Delphox stood, paws folded as she glared at the two of them.

"TRESSPASSERS?! How did you even find my cottage?" the fox snapped, readying her want and aiming it towards the two other Pokemon. Ethan was quickly reminded of the darkness being lifted by Shelby's fart, and opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the tall Pokemon gagged loudly. "Ugh, that smell! How revolting! You come into my home, make a mess of the place and fill the air with your filth? The sheer cheek of it!" she barked, clearly being quick to anger. Her voice was deeper than most, and commanded a sense of respect that an older woman would have. She was by no means elderly, but had experienced more years than the youthful pair she'd just caught in her cottage.
"We're very sorry Miss! I-I was trying to get us to leave, I promise! We can go now if you'd like.." Ethan whimpered, trying to earn her forgiveness.

The Delphox's eyes drifted away from the flatulent Floatzel, and onto the small Eevee boy. She found his apologetic tone cute, and whilst she normally hated most other people, she had a soft spot for younger men. She didn't scowl any less, but she didn't seem as annoyed, instead turning her attention back to Shelby.
"Is that true? Your little friend here wanted to leave, but your greed had you both stay?" she spoke with confidence, withdrawing her hand as she kept Shelby rooted in place with nothing more than a fearsome glare.
"Yes! It is! It's all my fault.. We were just hungry! I'm really sorry, we'll get out of your way now, I promise!" the Floatzel replied, nodding quickly and with a clear eagerness to leave.

The Delphox rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the Eevee.
"I believe you. Which is why I won't punish you for your trespassing." she finally spoke, her deep voice filling Ethan's ears with relief. Shelby also sighed and became less tense, which the Delphox quickly noticed.
"I didn't say anything about you, dear." she snapped, startling the Floatzel once again.
"But I said sorry!"
"That doesn't change the fact that you've made a mess of the place. You need to be taught manners." the Delphox growled. Ethan was quick to try and stand up for his friend, but the crafty vixen simply rolled her eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, the Eevee found his mouth sealed shut and his bottom rooted in place.
"I like you, dear, but don't push your luck." she warned, shooting a glare his way before turning her attention back to the Sea Weasel.
"Y-you damn fox! Let us go!" Shelby pleaded, also finding herself unable to move. She could still talk and move her arms around, it was just her feet that were stuck to the floor.

"Please, call me Merlyn. I don't think I should let you go at all, not until you've learnt your lesson. Maybe I'll NEVER let you go. I think I can have some fun with you both, especially your cute friend over there.." the Delphox chuckled, winking towards the Eevee, which had him cringing and worrying. He never liked cougars, and Merlyn was clearly one!
"That fart of yours. It was horrible - we'll just have to hope it doesn't fester for too long, else I'll have to fart EXTRA hard to get rid of it!" the Delphox cackled, jabbing the Floatzel in the gut with her wand. Her chubby tummy gurgled softly in response, and she had to try and clench extra hard just to keep her gas contained. "Mm, still, we don't want you farting again…" the Delphox mused, circling around the Floatzel, soon disappearing behind her. Shelby, unable to turn around, didn't know what the vixen was doing, so she looked at Ethan. She suddenly felt her tails lift, and judging by the horrified expression on the Eevee's face, what was to follow couldn't be good.

Shelby let out a pained yelp as she suddenly felt the tip of the Delphox's wand breach her tailhole, it slowly sliding inside, a few puffs of gas rumbling down the shaft of it. She frantically began to squirm, quick, and let out little gasps as it slid deeper and deeper inside of her, the Floatzel's rumbly little farts soon ceasing as Merlyn's wand plugged her natural exit. Shelby was naturally rather loose, but that didn't make having something crammed up there any easier, and she soon realised that she couldn't push it out - it was stuck! Already, she could feel the gas begin to build in her bowels.
"There! That should fix that. I might take it out, I might not. Who knows..~" Merlyn snickered, soon reappearing back in front of the Floatzel.

She gently pat the whimpering Sea Weasel on the head, grinning as she noticed that Shelby's gut had already began to bloat and swell. Merlyn paid it no mind, and quickly turned around. "Now it's my turn. Pucker up, dear.." Before Shelby could even process what had been said, she found herself face-to-face with the fox's rump, her dress lifted up over it. Her furry thighs were plump, usually hidden away beneath her robes, as was her ass - the two black, bubbly moons mere inches from the Floatzel's face. Shelby had been near enough butts to know what was going to happen next, and all she could do was flail her arms as Merlyn suddenly backed up, engulfing the Sea Weasel's snout between her fat asscheeks.

Merlyn then let her dress fall back down, easily covering Shelby's entire body, the hem of it soon meeting with the floorboards once more. The Delphox gently rubbed her stomach as she wiggled her large, musky ass against the whimpering water-type's face, feeling her face slip further and further between the two squishy buttocks. Ethan could only watch with horror as Shelby's body wiggled and squirmed beneath the Delphox's thick dress, letting out muffled moans and trying to form a sentence through his magical gag. Merlyn simply ignored him as she pressed a hand against Shelby's head through her dress, cramming her face into her ass before letting out a soft grunt. Seconds later, a loud, reverberating 'BRRRRMMMMMPPPPPT!' came from beneath her dress, her ass jiggling against Shelby's face as a torrent of thick, rotten flatulence gushed out, replacing the air beneath her dress. The Floatzel's nostrils singed as the acrid gas gushed inside of them, eyes watering as the stench remained trapped beneath Merlyn's dress - just like a dutch oven!

"Aaaah.. I've been holding that one in for HOURS! Didn't want to scare off any of the critters, and the sort of food I eat all the way out here gives me some HORRIBLE gas~. I'm sure you'll be a good little girl and -sniff- it all up for me, won't you?" she cooed teasingly, clenching her powerful, thick cheeks against Shelby's face upon saying 'sniff'. The Floatzel whimpered in response, forced to inhale the pestilent fumes, given that the dress seemed to be sealed against the floor, trapping all of the gas inside. Merlyn gave her no respite however, as not even five seconds later she forced out a long, airy blast with complete ease, sighing as it sputtered on for five seconds. The horrid flatus reeked of rotting vegetables, Shelby gagging into the Delphox's ass as the stink filled her lungs.

"Smells vile, doesn't it? Well now you know how - BRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPTTTT! - I feel! Your squirms feel wonderful though, and I suppose you being a water-type helps too. Your face feels nice and cool against my ass. Good job, it's like you've sniffed ass before.." she chuckled, the Floatzel blushing a bright red as she quickly realised just how many farts she actually inhaled on a regular basis. She didn't get to dwell on it for long, Merlyn sighing as a low, bassy ripper started to gush out of her tailhole, it yawning wide open to allow for the the potent winds to batter the Floatzel's face. Her nose sunk into it, the ring of muscle squeezing against her nose and keeping it in place, forcing the entirety of the vile, fifteen second outburst to pour inside of it. Merlyn's gas simply got fouler and longer with each fart, the stench beneath her dress being so concentrated that it stung Shelby's eyes.

Ethan watched with disgust in his eyes as his friend was assaulted with farts, the Eevee considering himself lucky that all of the flatulence was trapped underneath his dress. The Floatzel was a veteran fart-sniffer, but he was not. Even the slightest bad smell had him gagging like a wuss, so he dreaded the Delphox suddenly turning on him. He seemed to have her favour though, and might even be able to avoid any punishment all together. He quickly came to realise how selfish that was, and realised that he might even have a chance to prove himself to Shelby! He could convince Merlyn to stop, and then the Floatzel would see him as a brave hero. It was flawed logic, that of someone deeply in love, but it was all Ethan had.

After about twenty minutes of near constant farting, and non-stop whimpering and gagging from Shelby, Ethan felt the spell sealing his mouth shut start to fade. Judging by the relaxed expression on Merlyn's face, she was losing concentration, instead feeling relieved as she finally forced out the pungent, meaty gas from her bowels. Letting her farts detonate straight down some poor girl's nose was just the icing on the cake!
"S-STOP! Leave her alone!" Ethan suddenly found himself shouting out, surprising both him and the Delphox. She cut her current fart short - a long, sputtering blast that ended with a squeak and left the stench of beans to fester in Shelby's nose.
"I beg your pardon? How dare you. I was willing to spare you, just let you get away with watching. But no, you have the audacity to not even be grateful for that. You're a stupid young man - maybe I need to punish you too." Merlyn scowled, quickly remembering her hatred for people and their rudeness.

Ethan whimpered, quickly realising his mistake. His ears lowered and he stammered some apology, but it seemed his efforts had worked to a certain degree. The Delphox finally freed Shelby from her dutch oven prison, but along with her, the stench was also set loose. It filled the cottage in an instant, tainting the air with a pungent concoction of built up farts. Several different smells flooded Ethan's nose all at once, and he was forced to grab his snout and gag into his paws. Shelby, meanwhile, fell to the floor in a heap, her eyes watering and her lungs wheezing. The flatulent vixen stepped over her body and moved over to one of the drawers she'd made a mess of, producing a vial of liquid from it. Without saying a word, she stooped down to the Floatzel's level and pressed the vial to her lips. Strangely, Shelby was all too happy to drink - her lips had become dry no thanks to the fire-type's acrid farts.

"That was a special brew of mine. Consider it similar to a laxative, but instead it'll be producing a LOT of farts…" the Delphox snickered, throwing the vial aside. She watched with glee as Shelby's eyes went wide with horror, the Sea Weasel already able to feel her stomach swelling with gases. With her wand still firmly wedged up her tailhole, Shelby was unable to relieve herself of any of her flatulence, and instead found herself clutching her stomach and squealing on the floor. Her gut gurgled loudly, rumbling against her paws as she grabbed it, begging for relief. She was so used to farting whenever she felt the urge, that suddenly being unable to was complete torture!
"Mm, maybe that'll teach you to hold it in more, eh? Must be hard for you. I bet if it wasn't for my wand you'd be farting all over the place. How unladylike.." Merlyn teased with a smooth tone, grinning as she spotted Ethan's worried expression out of the corner of her eye.

"I haven't forgotten about you, my sweet little Eevee.." she suddenly chimed, jabbing an outstretched finger in his direction. A vibrant, ethereal essence oozed from its tip, dancing through the air and hitting his body with a flash. He instantly fell to the floor, legs and arms outstretched and then held in place via unseen restraints. His mouth was forced open, jaw locking in place and thus leaving him unable to talk. He could only feebly squirm and fidget against the floorboards.
"Perfect.." Merlyn mumbled, turning her attention back to the Floatzel. She gently pressed her hand against Shelby's head, rubbing it gently as she spoke some incomprehensible incantation. The Floatzel paid it no attention, too busy focusing on the immense pressure that had her gut inflating like a balloon, it feeling as if someone had just dumped a ton of bricks into her bowels.

Suddenly, as whatever spell Merlyn was chanting overwhelmed her mind, Ethan vanished! He literally just disappeared, Shelby gasping both as a 'grrrrlllllch' sounded from her gut, and from seeing her friend vanish. She opened her mouth and tried to plead with the Delphox, but another surge of pressure had her falling flat on her face, tears in her eyes.
"I can tell you must be DESPERATE! I think it'll be another minute before my wand ends up shooting from your fat ass like a bullet. We don't want that - so, how's about I let you unload, mm?" she asked, smirking as the Floatzel frantically nodded, the desperation visible on her face. Merlyn suddenly pointed towards something in the room, and upon following her finger's direction, Shelby was surprised to see a toilet had suddenly appeared. It was small, but seeing it instantly had her body all the more desperate to relieve all of the gas building in her bowels.
"I'll even let you use the toilet, save you from embarrassing yourself in front of your cute friend with all that horrible gas you're desperate to let out."

The Delphox's words were too kind, but Shelby was too desperate to even bother thinking about what trickery might be afoot. The moment she felt the vixen's wand slip free of her tailhole, she scrambled across the floor, turned around, and slammed her pudgy rear straight onto the toilet's seat. Merlyn, meanwhile, howled with laughter, seeing that her hypnosis spell had worked to full effect. Ethan hadn't vanished at all, and a toilet hadn't magically appeared in the Delphox's cottage. She'd hypnotised Shelby into thinking Ethan was a toilet - he literally looked exactly like one to her! She couldn't even hear his muffled screams as his open mouth pressed up against her tailhole, face lost between her fat, squishy asscheeks.
"T-thank you.." Shelby squeaked, not yet realising just what the Delphox had done. Seconds later, her tailhole erupted, letting loose a little bomb of a fart. Gallons of rancid, steamy bowel-gas flooded Ethan's mouth all at once, forcing his cheeks to bulge outwards whilst his throat struggled to keep up with the flow of gas.

'FRRRRRRRRRRRRBLBLBLBLBLTTTTTTT!'

For a horrific twenty seconds, raw, undiluted flatulence billowed out of the Floatzel, her squidgy butt wobbling and shaking due to the sheer force. It vibrated through Ethan and rumbled through the old floorboards of the cottage, shaking the walls. To Shelby, the Eevee's screams simply sounded like the familiar echo of her farts thumping into a toilet bowl, the Floatzel more than happy to let rip three more explosive, sputtering gas-bombs down her poor friend's throat. His nostrils weren't spared from the gaseous onslaught either - a huge amount of gas bubbled around his maw and guffed against his face, most of it entering his nostrils and torturing his olfactory senses with the pungent stink. Any that didn't enter his body simply rumbled against his fur and stained it with a strong, fishy stink. The sheer weight of the Floatzel didn't help either, for the entirety of it was resting atop his tiny little body. He was pinned between the floor and her buttblubber, it engulfing his entire form.

He knew Shelby was heavy, but to support her entire weight with his face made him realise just how chubby she was. He also got to experience how big her rump was too, as each cheek felt like a yogaball spreading around his body, and her tailhole distending out against his face was like a suction cup, 'kissing' his snout each time it belched out a blast of malignant gas. The Floatzel's farts were near non-stop, with less than a second's break between each one. She even resorted to lifting her leg, shaking her rump, and pushing on her gut just to push more and more of her farts out at a time, torturing her poor friend with her vile fumes all whilst remaining completely oblivious. The Delphox, meanwhile, was so busy laughing that she finally let slip her hypnosis spell, but she didn't bother to recast it. It took the Floatzel a good while to realise - thirty-eight seconds to be precise, because that was how long her current fart rumbled on for, staining Ethan's tastebuds with the taste of rotting vegetable and sloppy fish.

"OH GOD! E-Ethan! 'Brrrrmmmmmmppppt!' I'm so - 'FRRRRRRRRRBLBLBLTTTT!' - Sor - 'FRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPTT!' - Sor - 'BLLLLRRRRPPPPPPPT!' - S - 'FrrrrrppppppppppPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTttttt!' - A-Ahhh.. Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Shelby struggled to even form a sentence, her gut was so full of gas that she couldn't stop the flow, barely able to say a single word without letting rip yet more pungent gases straight down the poor boy's nostrils. After a thunderous, hot, eighteen-second blast ripped out from her vibrating tailhole, she finally managed to finish her apology. The Floatzel had suddenly noticed Ethan's screams, squirms, and tears against her ass when the spell had broken, and quickly lifted herself off of the Eevee - or tried to! She managed to peel her backside away from the floor, but Ethan had sunk so deep between her cheeks that he didn't simply slip out - he was trapped!

He was able to squirm and fidget now that the magic binding him to the floor had faded, but that didn't do him any favours. He simply ended up slipping deeper, and all his moving aggravated the Floatzel's fat, doughy tailhole further. Feeling his cold nose press against it had Shelby accidentally blasting him with several more farts, all whilst she frantically scrambled to pull him loose. The Delphox found the situation hilarious, laughing harder at Shelby's misfortunate than she had been previously.
"What's the matter? Can't hold in your farts~? Shame, maybe if you did it more, you wouldn't be torturing that poor Eevee with your vile ass!" Merlyn taunted, grinning as the chubby Sea Weasel's ass jiggled with each fart, the Eevee's tail only just visible, poking out from between her cheeks.

Eventually, Shelby managed to get a grip on her friend, and with one final meaty, bubbly 'frrrrmmppppt!', she finally freed him from the musky depths of her ass. She placed him on the floor and then fell to her knees, desperately clutching onto her backside. Ethan, meanwhile, sprawled out, his little chest frantically rising and falling as he sucked up as much clean air into his lungs as he could. Every time he exhaled, a near visible steam eked out of his nose, his lungs heavily tainted due to the bombardment of nuclear girl-fart.
"Have you learned your lesson then, you two?" the Delphox grinned, tapping her foot as she watched the exasperated pair recover. Even after torturing Ethan with her fumes, the Floatzel was still rumbling the floor with constant bursts of gas, the laxatives still waging war on her gut. The both of them nodded and groaned, the Eevee barely able to move. Merlyn simply rolled her eyes and moved to open the door at the back of the room, revealing a seperate bedroom, complete with a large double bed.

"Good. Because I think it's time you both rested up for the night…"

"N-not another - 'Frrrrrrrpppppt!' - Dutch oven!" Shelby whimpered. She doubted the Delphox even had any plans to let them go…