Lana's Flatulent Escapades
Chapter One: Winning the Fart Rag Lottery
"I'm going to be the most famous Water Pokemon trainer in the world!" Lana announced. She put a Beautifly clip in her short blue hair.
"My friend Misty might argue that she's the best," Ash said, as Pikachu ran in circles around a tree stump while Togedemaru, the fat hedgehog electric rodent, chased it.
"Misty, huh?" Lana asked. "Show me a picture of her."
Ash did. Lana scrunched her face staring at it.
"She doesn't look like a terrific trainer to me," she said.
"Good thing she's not here to hear you say that," Ash said. "Or she'd bite your head off."
"Like the Phantom Gyarados?" Lana asked, holding up a comic.
It showed a fearsome black Gyarados looming out of a body of water, and people running away from it.
"Well, Misty isn't that scary," Ash said. "But nice comic. Can I borrow it?"
"Knock yourself out," Lana said, handing it to him.
She went to train with Popplio, trying to get him to produce a great big bubble. But her mind wasn't on it.
Instead she was thinking of the other water trainer, Misty. And how she wanted to fart on her. So badly.
When it was time to eat, Lana couldn't help stuffing her mouth with everything, from chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes to cabbage casserole to a bacon cheeseburger.
"You've got quite the appetite," Professor Kukui remarked.
"I'm just so hungry of a sudden," Lana said, not revealing that her purpose was to store gas in her butt.
However, the only way for this to work would be if she could go to Kanto.
And that was when Lusamine called via Skype and Lillie went to answer it.
"Honey, we're setting out for Vermillion in two hours. Want to come with?"
"Mom, I have school tomorrow…" Lillie, who had long blond hair, said.
"This will be a learning experience. Besides, you've been to Kanto before, haven't you?"
"Yes, but…"
"Bring some of your girlfriends. But no boys."
"Aw," Sophocles, the fat Electric type lover whom Togedemaru belonged to. "I wanted to see an Electabuzz. And meet Lieutenant Surge."
"Can't Kiawe, Ash, and Sophocles come along?" Lillie asked her mother.
"No. sweetie. This will be like a sleepover."
"I want to go," Mallow said, enthusiastically. Her beautiful green pigtails shook as she got excited.
"Me also," Lana said.
"Well, if my friends want to go, I guess there's no reason we shouldn't…"
"Great, hon!" Lusamine said, winking at her daughter. "See you when we come pick you up!"
Lana stuffed lots of food in her mouth, while the other two girls went to pack.
She couldn't wait.
After her belly was full and she literally couldn't take anymore (having consumed tons and tons), she asked Ash how far Cerulean City was from Vermillion.
"Oh, not far at all," Ash said. "Though I'd probably get lost if I were to try to go there without my old friend Brock."
"Brock and I should have another battle sometime," Kiawe said. "But not soon I guess, since only girls are invited."
Lana didn't care about their testosterone conversation. All she wanted was to get to Kanto, find Misty, and blast her face with gas.
Two and a half hours later, in the afternoon, the plane landed in Kanto. Lana had consumed so much on the plane as well. Lusamine kept a mini-fridge and battery-run grill on board.
"You have quite the appetite," Lusamine remarked, patting her on the back. "I always say Lillie looks too thin."
"Moooooooom," Lillie wailed.
"Sorry, sweetheart. But you really do look thin as a stick."
Speaking of sticks, Lana chewed on some cinnamon ones, just before it was time to get off.
Lusamine started to lead the girls toward the inn in Vermillion.
"Will we get to see Cerulean on this visit?" Lana asked, casually.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. We're just here to visit Vermillion."
Drat. Lana had eaten all that food for nothing. And she would need to fart soon.
Of course, she could run away to Cerulean, but she didn't want to have to.
And then she saw her. When they stepped in the inn.
Another girl from Ash's past. She had been in pictures.
What was her name again? It started with an S.
She probably wasn't a water Pokemon trainer, but Lana didn't care. She would have to suffice for the lack of Misty being around.
Once they checked in their room, Lana wandered out and found Serena near a vending machine.
Her butt had a wild hurricane in it that she had to release right now.
She decided to do a fun method to subdue Serena, by announcing, "Tickle Mechanics!"
And then she began tickling the girl who had travelled with Ash before he came to Alola.
Serena began laughing, not knowing who was doing this to her since Lana was behind.
But Lana wasn't here to waste time. She came here to fart. So she pulled Serena to the ground, then sat on her face, but not forwards. Instead she looked down into Serena's eyes.
Serena had no clue why this strange blue-haired girl was sitting on her face. Maybe it was a Kanto custom that girls sometimes did.
"Here it comes!" Lana announced.
Serena had no clue what she meant, till it was too late. A deafening blast resounded in her ears.
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It stank horribly, Serena gagged in disgust, and her eyes narrowed. This girl wasn't performing a Kanto greeting ritual. She was being disgusting.
Lana also started bouncing her butt around as she farted. She loved Serena's struggle, and failure, to break free. It felt so good trapping someone beneath her ass.
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Each fart got worse, filling Serena's nostrils with meat and vegetable and fruit produced gas.
The mango, cherry, and citrus farts really reeked. Serena desperately wanted to escape.
Lana kicked off her sandals and put her bare feet against Serena's ears, sticking her big toes in each of them.
After rubbing it around for a bit, sending toe sweat into Serena's ear, she finally pulled it out.
Then she moved her butt down to Serena's chest, allowing her captive to speak.
"Hey, stop this!" Serena said.
"I'm going to fart on you until I go home," Lana said. "Which might be three days from now, I think."
"You can't seriously release gas for three days!"
"Of course I can," Lana said. "I ate a ton for it. And oh, I have a really big one coming."
"Don't you dare release it on me!" Serena called.
Lana stood up in a quick motion threw her butt down on Serena's face, hard putting pain to her nose.
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Lana wasn't kidding. This hurt Serena's mouth and nose so much more than the previous ones. Basically it was like the ones before had been tiny bubbles, and these last blasts were tidal waves.
Half an hour more, and then her farts got even stronger.
She herself was amazed at how potent the gas could be. But as they ripped out of her, she couldn't help being a little disappointed that Serena had to receive it instead of Misty.
And then she heard voices.
"It stinks over there."
"Yes, which is exactly why we're taking you."
Four girls turne the corner with the vending machine. One had pink hair, one blue, one blond, and the last one orange.
Misty.
"Hey, have you been farting?" asked the pink-haired one.
"Um, yes," Lana said.
"Then take our bratty sister. She thinks she's good enough to stay in the same room with us. As if."
The three girls shoved Misty to the ground, and sat on her so that Lana could sit on her face.
Was this for real? Had Lana hit the jackpot with getting to fart on Misty?
For a few seconds, she didn't move, but seeing Misty helpless there made her excited.
She hopped over like a Politoed, and swished her butt around Misty's face.
"You might want to leave before I let some icky gas out," Lana said.
"Of course," said the blond girl. "But don't let Misty go. Also, she will really hate your stink. Much worse than this other one."
"Awesome," Lana said. "Exactly what I want."
"Can we borrow the other girl?" asked the blue-haired of Misty's sisters.
"Sure," Lana said, allowing them to carry Serena away as Ash had taken her comic.
As Serena was just a second option for fart recipient, she didn't care as much for her to go.
"I went easy on her," she said aloud. "But will give Misty quite the treat."
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Chicken fried steak did not suit well coming out of her ass as flatulence. It was like a tornado, she was sure if her sphincter could produce more than just stink, the vending machine would be a wreck right now.
However, foul odors were good enough. Especially since she now had an adorable rival for a slave.
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Misty really did loathe the gas much more than Serena had. In fact Serena had enjoyed having some attention since she and Ash were forced to split paths.
She thought it a little bit cute. Sure she had struggled, but being prevented from doing what she wanted by a decent-looking girl was nice.
Misty's sisters were treating Serena to intense foot torture and trample in their room. Feet were worse for her than fart, but still the concept of being restrained against her will was interesting.
Misty had the opposite reaction. She desired to punish her sisters for trading her off to be a fart recipient. She chose to come to Vermillion to train and get her battling skills up to speed so weak trainers who brought Electric types to the Cerulean gym couldn't get badges for doing no work at all.
Lieutenant Surge was waiting for her.
But now she couldn't go to him because her sisters hadn't been willing to pay for an extra room for her and hated the thought of her sleeping in the room with them.
But now she had another problem. Lana. She wanted to push her off a cliff, or lock her in a closet. Anything which meant she wouldn't be forced to gag on her gas.
However, she had a small ray of hope. Lana had to run out of sulfur eventually, right?
And once that happened, she could go deal with her sisters.
Lana then let out a paralyzing fart.
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This way Misty wouldn't be able to stand up and run away while Lana set up a rod and curtain to set off the alcove.
"I'll be back, Misty. Don't go anywhere," Lana said.
Misty tried to move her muscles, and she started to scream for help, but Lana's gas swirled in her open mouth, constricting it.
Lana decided to use her fishing pole to hold up a blanket. Lillie's blanket, not from the inn bed, but one she had brought of her own.
Then she darted back to set these up, using tape she had pulled from Mallow's bag to get the rod attached to the wall.
Curtain went up, and then Lana turned on her victim.
"Like being paralyzed? Like a Thunder Wave on your weak water Pokemon."
Misty finally found her voice again. "My Pokemon aren't weak. You take that back."
"Never," Lana said. "I am going to be the greatest water type trainer. I will capture Kyogre and Palkia and Suicune."
"I'm the best water Pokemon user," Misty said.
"No, you're a fart rag," Lana said. "Nothing but a recipient for my fart."
"Excuse you, I am a gym leader with a Mega Stone."
"And I am your mistress. Now prepare to smell the worst odors you've ever breathed in! And I've got a present for you."
"Oh yeah? And what gift is that?"
Lana ripped her pants off and kicked them away, along with the cloth covering the center of her body.
"My bare ass!" Lana announced.
She went over and shook it above Misty's face, making her feel queasy. Then she plopped down.
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Misty couged, gagged, and thrashed about when her mobility returned. But then Lana forced her to insert her nose in the dirty butthole.
"Don't worry, we'll be here all night," Lana said. "I ate lots of food earlier. And even if I somehow run out, which I doubt, I'll just paralyze you again and go eat with my friends, then be back."
Misty wished she could've been prepared for this, so she could fight.
But as more and more gas ripped out of Lana, Misty felt her ability to try to stay hopefuly that Lana would grow carefless or run out of gas and somehow let her escape began to wane…
The butt of the blue-haired girl dominated her, squeezed farts in her eyes, and all over her clothes, and bare legs…
"And now time for an hour of open mouth farting!" Lana announced.
Misty was frightened for a second, but then inwardly laughed. Lana may be able to restrain her and release potent and extremely malodorous farts, but she couldn't make her open her mouth.
Lana then bounced her butt on Misty's face, shot up, down, up, down, several times. Then Lana punched her with her buttcheeks, before sitting on her forehead.
"Here it comes!" she announced.
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Misty felt her jaw slam open. And as disgusting as it sounded, she feared the gas was seeping into her forehead and past her skull and clogging her brain…
Then Lana slid down her face, to her now open mouth.
"Don't worry, darling, you won't be able to close it until I let you. Which means uneding, powerful farts that you're forced to swallow! You are so lucky! Consider this you winning the fart rag lottery."
And then began the most excruciating hour of Misty's life. Constant gas poured out of Lana's anus, pass the orange-haired girl's tongue, and some of them were wet, some of them long, some bubbly…but all of them super stinky, and Misty's expectation of being rescued had now vanished. She couldn't break free from Lana's control.
Still, she had no clue of the torture that would come, because Lana had no intention of giving her any freedom for the entire night that approached, and when she took the eventual break, she'd stuff her face so much that this was guaranteed to happen.
"Oh, your breath must be horrendous now!" Lana said at one point. "I'll help with that a little."
She put coins in the vending machine, and a Yorkshire mint patty came out. She ripped off a piece and slipped in her anus while Misty watched.
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Then keeping it clenched between her buttcheeks, she moved awkwardly toward Misty, and dropped it in her mouth.
"That may help a small bit," Lana said. "And as for the rest of the patty, I'll eat it and you'll get it firsthand as fart later! Doesn't that sound fun?"
Misty wanted to scream at Lana to not do it but after swallowing so much sulfur, she couldn't speak at all currently.
Lana plopped back down, munched on the candy, and proceeded to fart some more. She felt like a pampered princess, getting to let out huge storms of gas on the person she had wanted to.
Best day ever.