Randy’s attention was drawn from the ring, however, by a quiet gurgling sound behind him. He turns to see his beloved ninetales shivering and cringing, an uncomfortable look on her face as her belly growls loudly. Randy’s about to ask if she’s okay, but before he can get out a world, his ears are suddenly filled with a loud, trumpeting, rumbling noise. For a moment, he thinks there’s been an earthquake… but instead, he realizes that his ninetales had just farted!
The ninetales looked over her shoulder at her hinquarters, wide-eyed, as if she herself was shocked by the torrent of foulness that her own butt had unleashed. Randy only has a few seconds to brace himself before the stench hits him, and his nostrils was filled with a smell similar to what you were get if you left rotten eggs in a closet full of dirty gym socks and let them fester for a week.
“Ugh! Jeez! What have you been eating, girl?” Randy immediately groaned, pinning his nose closed with his fingers and fanning the air in front of his face. Seeing his expression, the ninetales giggles. She didn’t even know she was capable of such a feat, but letting out that onslaught of gas actually kinda fun! And the look of disgust on her trainer’s face was absolutely hilarious.
Just as that noxious stench was dissipating, the ninetales felt another one brewing. With a smirk, this time she lifted her leg and let it slip out freely, her cheeks jiggling at the force of it. Randy immediately doubles over, coughing, the stench somehow able to assault him even when he completely pinches his nose shut. The ninetales bowls over laughing at his reaction!
Randy was stunned and confused. He was used to his ninetales being very ladylike and proper… but this was, well, the opposite of those things. Her flatulence could be excused as bowel problems of some sort, but for some reason, she seemed to be actually enjoying it! Randy had no idea what had gotten into the vixen!
He shivers on his hands and knees, coughing and gagging, trying not to throw up at the terrible smell. Eventually, it’s mostly dissipated, and the boy sits up… only to find himself staring right at the vixen’s butt! She lifts her tails, and Randy can only watch with horror as her little tailhole unleashed another unbelievably powerful torrent of gas just inches away from his face!
He only had a fraction of a second to react before the stench hits him like a truck! This time, he collapses onto his back on the ground, yelping and whimpering as it feels like the stench itself is searing his nostrils with a red-hot tingling. Meanwhile, the ninetales was laughing her butt off! To her, the smell was actually quite pleasant, so she didn’t get why her trainer seemed to be overreacting so much!
Randy lied there, dizzy and dazed, hardly able to think straight as the linger stench tormented him. Eventually, he was given a brief reprieve, and he gasped for fresh air for a few moments. When he opens his eyes, though, he realizes the ninetale’s rump is hovering just inches above his face! Before he can react, she slams her rear down onto his face, and his nose is pressed directly up against her tailhole!
He immediately starts squirming with all his might, hearing her belly grumble as another fart builds up. It’s not good, though; before he can shove her off, his nostrils were filled directly with perhaps the biggest, nastiest onslaught of gas the world has ever seen! This time, the painful tingling sensation travels up his nostrils and reaches all the way to his brain, immediately feeling like something was pressing tightly around his skull.
His struggles weaken as he’s disoriented and exhausted, his addled mind reeling in horror as the vixen lets out yet another vile fart! This time, his brain is finally so overloaded that he loses consciousness completely, going limp beneath the vixen. Feeling him stop moving, the ninetales stands up off of him, to find him unconscious. She worries she might have gone a little too far, in retrospect…
Some indeterminate amount of time later, he wakes up to the sensation of the ninetales licking his cheek. His eyes slide open, to realize he’s lying on his couch in his living room, his ninetales leaning over him with an apologetic frown on her face. “Jeez, girl. What happened?” He groaned, sitting up, holding his head when he realized he now had a headache.
Suddenly, he hears a familiar rumbling sound in the distance… and then another one… and another one! He glances out his window, only to see the chaos outside. His entire sleepy little neighborhood was awoken by the sound of huge, earth-shattering bouts of flatulence, as people rush from their homes, coughing and gagging as their Pokemon stink up the house!
“What in Arceus’ name is going on!?” Randy gasped. Apparently, his ninetales wasn’t the only Pokemon who’d suddenly grown unbelievably flatulent. Looking outside, it seems every Pokemon around has suddenly turned into complete slobs! What could be causing all this? He’d been studying Pokemon for years, and he’d never heard of anything like this occurring!
While he tries his best to figure out the cause of all this, something catches his attention; the little gemstone on his ring is glowing brightly! Maybe… maybe his ring is the cause of all this? He doesn’t know how such a thing could be possible, but it’s not like he has any other explanations. He tentatively tries pulling the ring off, only to realize with horror that it’s firmly stuck on his finger.
He’s distracted by the sound of gurgling behind him. He turns to see his ninetales visibly straining and groaning, trying to keep her flatulence contained. He sighs. “Just… go let loose in the basement,” he waves her away. She immediately sprints down the stairs to the basement, and in a few moments, he hears another loud rumble.
He collapses onto the couch, devastated. What a mess this all was! He had to find a way to get this damn ring off his finger if he wanted to fix it… but how? Maybe if he made it to the old laboratory, he could find some way to lube it off… but glancing out the window, he can see Pokemon gassing people unconscious in the streets. He didn’t know if he wanted to go out there.
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