Cinccino was casually summoned from a pokeball for the Pokemon expected to be lunged into battle: instead she witnessed a stinky fart off between gassy Pokegirls and sharting Smashers; of which the pocket monster was confused as to why she was made present there since she had yet to realize what was the point of this stinking story.
"Well this reeks of something weird." Cinccino commented to herself upon covering her nose with her paws since the capsule creature wasn't used to such pungent scents. "And I'm not talking about the scents going around here."
"Oh you get used to that." Iris explained while tooting away in her champion outfit since she was bouncing about in a playful manner that made her long purple hair go along with the gassy grove. "After all you have to get your mind in set if you want to stay conscious from these odors!"
"Peeyew can say that again!" Pyra giggled while fanning the flames that were emerging from her fart factory since she could feel her flaming flatus burn up her insides. "I'm going to have to find new clothing again with how much my butt burns from my braps!"
"Ha; if you're burning up from that then you haven't had any of my methane making meals!" Mallow taunted while shaking her rumbling rump that produced stain smearing sharts that were quite sloppy with the way she was letting loose. "Because the spices I blend together definitely leave quite the after taste!"
"Blech: I can definitely feel it all right!" Mythra groaned with her pinching her nose in disgust since her stinky trombone poots were the most embarrassing by virtue of them also being worst smelling of the four flatulent females. "Why is it that we're cursed to being like this?"
"I genuinely wish I knew." Cinccino brought up since the flatulence was getting to her enough that she accidentally used a handful of her Pokemon moves that greatly wounded the wind breaking females.