Swirls of Flatulence
Chapter One: Misty
Misty's butt rumbled. She really needed to fart.
But she didn't want to go in the open air. She wanted to force someone to smell it.
But she didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Ash and Brock, though.
But also it would be weird to go on some random guy. Because her butt would be in a sexy position on his face, and whether he liked the fart on not, And that is just freaky to do someone you don't know.
Who then, though?
Sure it'd be fun to fart on Brock every time every time he hit on a girl. But he'd report the incident to Ash, and Misty couldn't have that.
She didn't know too many guys. Sure there was Rudy in the Orange Islands, but she couldn't reach him and hurry back to travel with Ash and Brock. Way too overcomplicated.
"Misty, hurry!" Ash called, running past her. "Team Rocket just took all the trainers' Pokeballs from the Pokemon Center! We must stop them!"
Of course, Misty thought.
She was worried about the Pokemon, but she also felt a rush of excitement.
There was a guy she encountered many times, whom she didn't care if he hated her because of the farts she'd squirt up his nose.
The more she thought about it, the more she she wanted to do it right this second.
In fact, her butt was ready to fart so badly. She had to struggle to hold it in. But she would, because someone was going to smell it, one way or another.
Ash nearly touched her butt as they ran, though he wasn't trying to. Misty shut her eyes and kept on running, imagining Ash's hand caressing her butt before she farted on it, then moved up to his face.
"Misty, look out!" Ash called. He grabs her waist, as she opens her eyes. She nearly ran into a post. She decided to keep her eyes open.
Her butt felt warm at how near he had been though. If only she dared to force him to iss it…
"Pika, pi!" Pikachu said, waving at her to follow them.
"Right," Misty said, hurrying after the pair of them.
The fantasy continued to play in her head, but she was 100 percent sure Ash would be revolted if she did that, and tell her she couldn't travel with him and Brock anymore.
She couldn't bear that for a single act of farting. So James it would be. But first she had to help rescue the Pokemon Team Rocket had stolen.
She ran past WcDonald's. Oh crap She wanted a cheeseburger. It would smell so bad coming out her rear end as toxic sulfur.
Don't worry butt, she thought. You'll have a guy's face to fart on soon. And you'll get hamburgers from WcDonald's later.
Finally they arrived where Team Rocket were climbing in the basket with the Meowth hot air balloon..
If it only it were James-face shaped, so Misty could fantasize about farting on him harder. Or even Ash faced, because her butt wanted Ash to be submerged under it all day.
"Go, Pkachu! Use Thunderbolt!" Ash instructed.
The electric mouse sent up a jolt of lighting at the balloon.
But nothing happened. It was like watching a Magikarp splash about. So pointless.
Misty loved Water types of course. But Magikarp was a floppy fish. And anyway, Ash should've expected that Team Rocket would insulate their balloon by now. They always did.
Perhaps if Misty farted on Ash's face a couple of hours a day, he'd think before making the same counter tactic to Jessie and James' plots every time.
Misty imagined she could make herself a thirty foot giant with a butt as big as the balloon itself, and fart up a storm to stop them. She'd stick the balloon between her buttcheeks, and not let Team Rocket escape until they surrendered.
And even then she might fart on them for a little longer, like eighteen hours longer, to show them who was boss. Then finally she'd show some mercy, but perhaps not for James. He needed to be her fart slave for so much longer.
But how she'd get that big, she didn't know.
As Ash threw a Pokeball and Noctowl emerged, Misty felt once again that she wanted him to stick his nose in her butthole. If she could find a way to force him without losing his company, she would, but not yet.
Noctowl flapped in front of the balloon,
"Get it higher, Meowth!" Jessie demanded.
"I'm not sure that will stop this pesky flying type," the talking cat Pokemon said.
The balloon veered upward, but Noctowl chased it, pecking the balloon vigorously and causing it to shake.
"Get the net, Noctowl!"
The owl Pokemon hooted in reply, and tore the net from the basket, before it swooshed away, carried by the wind.
"Team Rocket is blasting off again!"
They should be blasting into my butt, Misty thought.
"Good, the Pokeballs are safe," Misty said. She started to head for WcDonald's, but Ash called her back. "Aren't you going to help carry the Pokeballs to the Pokemon Center, Misty?"
Normally, she would, but her butt felt like it had a volcano's worth of fart to unleash.
Brock approached, with a very beautiful girl beside him.
"Oh, my darling Dewgong is in there!" the girl cried, coming to help Ash with the net. Brock took a position beside the girl to carry the net.
As he passed Misty, he whispered in her ear, "Go do what you've got to do. I had to have some alone time myself."
Misty nodded. She didn't know who this new girl was, but the fact that she was making this trip possible made her presence pleasant.
Chomping down on a WcDonald's cheeseburger and fries caused her butt's need to fart to be put at bay. It calmed down, knowing that later the blast from it would be fueled by these new victuals.
A frantic James entered the restaurant as Misty was finishing up her cheeseburger. He stood in line but seemed to be looking around.
Misty so wanted to march over and fart on him, but she couldn't do it in public, of course.
James spotted her and darted in her direction.
What could he want? Misty thought. To yell at me?
"Listen, twerp," James said, arriving at her table. "Jessie, Meowth, and I have had empty bellys for three days straight. The boss won't send us any more money till we hve a Pokemon for him." He twiddled his thumbs, then sank to his knees. "So will you please, please find it in your heart to buy us some burgers?"
Misty lifted his chin by extending her foot and raising it to eye level. "And what will I get in return?" she asked.
"Immense gratitude," James said, seemingly convinced that was enough for her.
"I need more than simply gratitude," Misty said. "Much more."
James gulped. "But I don't have anything else to give."
"You have your bottle cap collection," Misty said.
"No, you can have anything but that!" James said.
"Well, then," Misty said, her butt rumbling, "I need you to go in a forest with me and we can have a good time for a few minutes."
James blushed. Even though Misty was only eleven, shew as super cute. If she wanted to kiss him, he wouldn't say no.
"Your sure that's what you want?" James asked.
This was a very strange question, to be honest. If Misty were to be straight-forward, Ash was whom she wanted to go on.
But given that didn't seem in the realm of possibility, she had to give this answer.
"Yes, that is what I want."
Ames felt elated. All he had to do was kiss Misty for a little bit, and then he'd have burgers for himself, Jessie, and Meowth! He imagined that all their problems would be solved, and Misty would be his girlfriend and one day she'd steal Pikachu from Ash for him.
Misty took the order of what Jessie and Meowth liked on their burgers. James was so pleased. If he had known that Misty liked him, he would have tried this much sooner.
Then he went with her to the forest. It wasn't far from WcDonald's. Which was good.
Misty set the bag of burgers down, and ordered him to lay on the ground.
Wow, she really likes it sexy, James thought. He lay his head against the earth, and felt Misty climb on his chest as she instructed him to close his eyes.
"Now, pucker your lips," Misty said, once he had done all these other things.
He did so, knowing her own lips would touch his very soon. Oh how he lusted for them now! They would be the best lips he ever tasted.
He felt something soft touch his face, but it didn't seem like lips. But it did make him feel good, so warm…
Perhaps Misty was toying with him. Like how she used her foot to raise his chin in the restaurant.
The soft part of Misty's body pretty down on his face with intense pressure. He was afraid of opening his eyes and incurring her wrath. She wouldn't let him have the burgers then.
Then something James had not expected happen. A loud noise and a foul smell.
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He opened his eyes. And saw a butt on his face! Misty's to be exact.
Surely she didn't bring him into the forest to fart on him? That was so disgusting! And perverted! And he thought he would be kissing her on the lips!
He thrashed about to break free. Then noticed his legs felt super cold.
"Nice Ice Beam, Staryu!" Misty called. She leaned forward, and released another gargantuan ball of gas.
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"Oh gosh, that's got to be the nastiest fart I've ever let out!" Misty announced. "Good thing I finally have a guy who can take it."
But I can't take it! James thought, but he had no way of telling Misty this with her butt over his lips.
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"That must be the lasagna I had last night," Misty said, cheerfully. "I never thought this day would arrive, but now it's here!"
This is for burgers, this is for burgers, James kept telling himself. He had to endure this, or Team Rocket would starve.
Misty pulled a burger out of the bag and took a bite, She grinned back at James. "Pickle, onion, and mayonnaise. This must be one of Jessie's. Too bad she won't get to it. But you will be permitted to taste it, in gaseous form of course."
What was she thinking? This was an agreement! She does this to him, and he gets the burgers. Why was Misty breaking that promise?
Misty gobbled the burger down, licking her lips. Then she leaned forward. And released a Staryu-sized fart.
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At least one of Jessie's was still in there. Misty had bought two of each. So maybe she was only intending to take one.
But now she reached in and grabbed a Magikarp fillet sandwich. With mustard and spinach. Meowth had weird taste.
But Misty had no trouble biting into it. "Yum!" she said, licking the mustard. "I imagine this will taste terrible coming out my rear end. I sure hope it does. You are one lucky guy, sir," she added to ames.
She can't be serious, James thought. By the time she farted that out, the burgers would be cold. And if she let him go now, he would never agree to going anywhere with her again, so she couldn't fart on him when it's ready.
The only way this would work would be if she kept him here until her butt was ready to fart. And there was no way she would do that.
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Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! He had never known any smell this foul could emerge from a human ass. But now he knew…
It was like a Stunky and Weezing got together and turned a room into their foul gases area. Only thing was Misty is a reasonably cute girl any guy should feel lucky to date, and the same can't be said for two Pokemon.
Or at least that would've been James' assumption before Misty began farting on him. Now he thought guys should run away from her as quickly as possible.
But he couldn't run away. The pressure on her body on his face and over his chest was immense. Her shoes were pressed down on his stomach. Her dirty shooes, he might add. And ice covered his legs, making it even tougher to escape, even if he could push her off, which he couldn't.
And then Misty gobbled up his burger, a double decker with ketchup and Swiss cheese and onion. He got enraged watching her bite into it, when he had only agreed to meet her here with the prospect of eating that burger himself, his belly was empty, and she had had three sandwiches already.
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"And there's the pancakes and French toast I had this morning," Misty taunted. "What a lucky guy you are! The luckiest. No boy has had the privilege of smelling my fart before you. And I'm not done yet."
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"Bacon, sausage and eggs," Misty supplied, helping James identify the foul odors. In food form, all that stuff smells delicious.
But in fart form, it all smelled rancid. And made James want to puke.
Misty unwrapped James' second sandwich. "Lick my ass, or I will eat this," she said.
No way. He was not licking her butt.
She brought the sandwich to her lips. Then farted.
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His eyes were full of fear, but he licked her butt, and thankfully, she put the sandwich back.
But now she took out the fries and popped them into her mouth one after the other. Those salty delicious sticks of potato goodness!1 He wanted them, not this fart. Not to have to lick a butt of a girl he'd rather kiss the lips of.
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James gagged and couged at this. Yuck, yuck, yuck. This had to end before she ate another burger!
Misty lowered her shorts and panties, then stuck a French fry in her butthole.
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After farting, she cranked James mouth open and dropped the fry in.
"Chew, slave, or I will release much worse than farts on you," Misty taunted.
James did as he was told, revolted. He got ready to scream, someone would hear, and he'd be rescued, but Misty plopped her butt down over his mouth before he could. And now he couldn't close it.
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She cranked out so much fart, sometimes being generous enough to give him a fart splattered fry.
Then she swept up Jessie and Meowth's other burgers, holding one in each hand, and taking turns biting into them.
As much as Misty loved farting on him though, she couldn't eat his last burger, could she? He had licked her butt, he swallowed each nasty sulfuric fry she commanded he eat. Even if she was a complete sadist, eating his sandwich would be going way too far. It had to be.
Misty unwrapped the sandwich and barked at James to lick her butt or she would eat it. Fearing she would, he stuck his tongue out, and did as she bid.
And then even though she didn't eat it, she spat all over the burger. Multiple times. She then licked the underside of the bun.
"I love me some ketchup," she said.
Replacing the bun, she removed an onion strip, and put it in her butthole, as she had done the fries.
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She then replaced the onion on the burger. Then she pulled her panties down again, and shorts, standing over James.
She pressed the burger to her vag, and peed on it. The urine flooded down and splashed James Team Rocket uniform as well.
Then before James could scream, Misty stuck the burger in his mouth and demanded he bite into it.
James tried to resist, but Misty dug her shoes into his groin. Hard. And it hurt like no pain he had felt before.
He bit into the pee-drenched, spit slathered burger. Nothing nastier had made its way into his mouth prior to today. And he had to chew it, for Misty pressed her shoes into his groin again whenever he didn't.
Down his throat the revolting burger went, bite after bite.
On the one hand, he was relieved to have gotten to eat this, considering Misty's voracious appetite.
But on the other hand, he wanted to slam into a Sudowoodo while moving at warp speed. He was chewing a sandwich with urine on it, salive on it, and fart within it. Not to mention the fart Misty had released on him lingered, setting his nostrils on their nightmare level.
His stomach though, felt relieved. Finally a meal! So that was good…
And while he ate, Misty drank the chocolate milk shake she had bought while in the restaurant.
When the last bits of burger disappeared between James' lips, he was relieved. Misty had to be done with him now. He could return to Jessie and Meowth, and forget this whole ordeal ever happened.
But Misty's cute ass sailed onto his face once more, this time bare and goddesslike.
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It smelled like a cheeseburger. An acrid cheeseburger, but still. However, that had to be impossible, right? Only an hour since they left the restaurant.
"IN case you're curious," Misty remarked, "this stuff makes me fart whatever I ate most recently." She points to the milkshake cartoon, grinning.
James had to take a few seconds to process this, his mind was muddled by all the flatulence swirls swooping up his nostrils.
Most recent food? So that meant…
Misty moved her butt around his face in sexual fashion. Then farted the rest of that cheesbuger out.
Then a very wet fart, made more disgusting by the fact that Misty wasn't wearing panties. Jessie's burger now came tumbling out in a super gross form, making James feel super dirty.
The Magikarp fillet sandwich caused Misty to release a big fart…like so humongous it felt like it could make the forest tremble…
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James then tried to push her off, he wanted it to end right now. But Misty was too heavy for him, and she stomped repetitively on his groin for making her mad, so he desisted.
"Start kissing my butt," she dictated.
No way. She had no way to convince him to do that. And his nose still felt pained from the most recent planet-sized fart.
She then showed him a WcDonald's apple pie box. "If you kiss, I will let you eat this."
James wanted that pie so badly! He knew Misty might defile it, but who cares? It would still be full of sugary allure. And would make this whole ordeal just slightly more bearable.
He planted multiple kisses on her butt. Honestly, if it weren't for the farting, he would be having a boner through the roof right now.
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But there was tons of farting. In fact, it lasted another half hour.
Then Misty stood over him again, then removed her shoes and socks, setting the apple pie on his chest. She dug her unwashed feet into the pie crust, smearing it with toe jam. Then she slip off and spat on it, after which she peed on it, but without rising this time. She urinated all over James Team Rocket uniform shirt, making sure the R was super soaked.
After this she spat all over his face. "That's for being such a good boy," she said. Then she fed him the apple pie.
It was grosstacular, but pleasant at the same time. Irony galore.
When he finished the pie, Misty sat on his face again, grinding her bare ass around.
"And now for the chocolate milkshake fart!" she announced.
James braced himself, but he wasn't prepared for this.
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The poor blue-haired Team Rocket member was sure he wouldn't be able to get the stench out of his nostrils for weeks. He felt filthy, nearly puked at both the fart and what was in his digestive system now, the stuff Misty had done to the food she had fed him.
"Please come again," Misty said, gathering her panties and shorts and putting them back on.
As if James would ever put himself in this sort of danger! He would never ask Misty to buy Team Rocket food again, and he would do whatever it was in his power to never get farted on again by her.
Misty's butt plopped back onto his face. "One more to remember me by," she said.
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As rank as it smelled, he had to admit that the warmth of her butt on his face felt good. But ugh, he would have to be a fool to ever put himself in such a position again.
Misty stuck out her foot and pinched his nose with her toes, before putting her socks and shoes back on.
She then stomped on his groin once more. "You better think of my fart while I'm away, or you will be punished first moment I get," she said. "And I went easy on you today. Trust me."
She started to sashay away, shaking her hips, which were super hot to look at even knowing what they had done to him for the last hour.
But then she farted from where she stood thirty feet away. A Pidgeotto in the tree away took immediate flight at the smell.
And as for poor James? Even at that distance, it felt like Misty's butt had never left his face.
Perhaps he was ust hallucinating. Perhaps that was Misty's intention of farting right there.
To make James think her butt would haunt his nightmares every single nght. But no, he wouldn't let it!
Suddenly Misty's butt was back on his face, before he had realized it.
Leaning forward, Misty's butt went off with a series of farts again.
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"It just seemed to unfair to not release that on you," she said, pouting. "Not after you had been such an obedient boy this evening!"
And with that she stood up, and ran, laughing the whole way, happier than she had been in a long time.