Lana's Flatulent Escapades
Chapter Two: The Pier
Lana was fishing at the pier, trying to catch a Bruxish, for she had seen a shiny she wanted to nickname McDonald's, after a fantasy fast-food restaurant she had read about in a picture book as a kid.
Her sisters also loved that picture book.
She felt a tug on her line and reeled it in.
It was just regular Bruxish. She tossed it back.
"I don't want you ugly!"
She was angry at Psychic types because Popplio had gotten defeated against a Kadabra.
But even so she did want the shiny Bruxish. McDonald's would be the second most important member of her party.
She tossed the line back in the water, waiting for another bite.
Suddenly a huge bubbly fart erupted from her anus.
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"Yipes, that stinks," Mallow said, coming over with hot chocolate.
"Oh, that's just a minor spurt. Nothing to special," Lana said.
"Yeah, but now I have to stand on the end of the pier to drink this."
"Okay, but set both mugs down first," Lana said.
"Why?" Mallow asked, suspiciously.
"Just because."
Mallow didn't get what her friend was aiming for, but set them down anyway.
Lana pushed hers to the side, then set her butt against Mallow's mug.
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"Hey, none of that!" Mallow said, getting down to grab her cup.
Lana raised her butt to sit on the rim of the mug, and released even bigger farts.
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It reeked of steak and potatoes, and made Mallow gag.
"Lana! That's too close to my face!"
"I just wanted to make your hot chocolate taste more rotten, that's all."
"That's not funny," Mallow said. "Now I'll have to pour it out."
"You will take a sip from it," Lana said. "Or I will use you as a fart rag."
"Hilarious," Mallow said. "You should take back to the Skrelp the Clown act."
"If I make you laugh, will you drink the hot chocolate?" Lana asked, demurely.
"Um, no," Mallow said. "Not happening."
She carried the mug over to the edge of the pier and started to turn it upside down.
Lana ran forward and grabbed her arm. "No, don't! You'll scare McDonald's away."
"Who's McDonald's?" Mallow asked, curiously.
"The Shiny Bruxish I'm trying to catch."
"That seems like a silly name," Mallow said.
"That's it," Lana said, mad about Mallow chortling at her fairy tale fast-food restaurant sobriquet for Bruxish would have to taste her fart. "You're drinking that hot chocolate."
"No, I'm not," Mallow said, not smiling now.
Lana got behind her and shoved Mallow to her knees, then pushes her own on Mallow's shoulders.
"Wet fart coming out," she announced.
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Lana pulled her pants and undies down and rubbed her now fart juice soaked rear end on Mallow's neck.
"Oh, it feels so good to do this. Much better than wiping on a towel."
"My Scizor towel?" Mallow asked, disgusted. "You said you spilled something on it!"
"Nah, I wiped my booty with it after using the toilet," Lana said. "Also here comes a horrendous fart, I'd love to smash it out on your lips but can't risk you getting away."
"Stop this at on-!" Mallow started to say.
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Even though it was on her back, Mallow felt as though the gas were swarming inside her head, filling it with noxious sulfur that made her want to vomit.
"Now take a sip of the hot chocolate, or I will make you kiss my butt," Lana said.
"You're kidding," Mallow said. "Now stop clowning around."
"My butt wants to be kissed."
"So you say. But even if I do that, you'll release a nasty fart on me."
"No, I won't," Lana said, though she crossed her fingers. Not that Mallow could see.
"Fine, I'll put my lips to your stinky ass," Mallow said. "But then you have to leave me alone."
"Absolutely," Lana said, though she had no intention of doing that.
She slid off Mallow's back, and waited for her to lie down.
But Mallow started to make a break for it.
"Hey, get back here! My butt needs to be kissed!"
i And I have to fart so bad, /i she thought, but didn't want to say that out loud.
Mallow darted fast, but Lana hopped in a wheelbarrow and chased her.
Ash's friends Serena and Clemont had visited not long before, and Lana had convinced the blond boy to trip up this wheelbarrow so it was high tech and fast.
It even had a steering wheel now.
And with Mallow darting on foot, she couldn't get away fast enough before the contraption slammed into her legs and she fell down.
Then Lana leaped over the end of the wheelbarrow and landed with her butt in Mallow's face.
"Now kissy kissy my dolly."
Mallow wanted to scream at Lana for calling her a doll. But the blue-haired girl had promised to leave her alone if she kissed this ass, so she did.
"Oh good, my butt so happy you think it's worth of your affection! In fact, it wants to give you a present for being so compliant! And I promise it will really stink!"
i No. She wouldn't…./I
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"Oh, gosh! I'm going to gas myself out! But I know this is your favorite smell in the world."
Mallow felt nauseated, and she gagged like a dying beast, gasping for air.
Unfortunately for her the only air she received in this position was hot sulfur from Lana's messy butt.
It also didn't help that it was wet from the fart juice before.
"Wait, I haven't been kind to you," Lana said, rubbing her ass around as though Mallow's face was a cushion. "I've been giving you basic farts. But terrible corn dog ones are about to emerge from my ass. And I won't be anywhere near as lenient now. It was so mean of me, but I want to be the nicest friend you could ever have."
Mallow wanted to push her away, say that farting on her at all was cruel.
But she didn't know yet what Lana was capable of.
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Lana hadn't been bluffing. The corn dog farts were much more revolting than the ones before.
"Aw, you stopped kissing my butt. Don't you love it though? It's being so nice to you, slathering you with stink. Show it you appreciate it."
She shook her posterior from side to side. Mallow as tired of looking at it. She wanted to go play with Steenee.
"No kidding?" Lana asked. "Well then, I guess we're done here."
Mallow breathed a sigh of relief in between horrible gags.
Lana got back in the wheelbarrow, and started turning the steering wheel, getting it off of Mallow's legs, when she reached to the side and felt an oddly shaped gadget, which was a stick witht here Hydreigon heads at the end of it.
Clemont said this did something. What was it again?
Oh right. Shrink someone you aim at, when you push the button.
Which made Lana excited. She could shrink Mallow and fart on her.
She leapt on the green-haired girl's back just as she stood up, knocking her down again.
"What is it now?" Mallow grumbled.
"My butt is eager for more of your services. And according to the handbook, shiny Pokemon are more likely to appear when foul smells are released."
"Good, go fart up the pier. Just leave me alone."
"But I need you to make it right…" Lana said.
"Don't be silly," Mallow said.
"My butt is shy. Come on. All you have to do is serve me."
"The answer is NO. Now get off."
Mallow struggled to get out from under her friend's butt.
"Then you leave me no choice," Lana said, solemnly, pressing the gadget to Mallow's ear.
"Hey, what are you doing witht hat?"
"Turning you into a fart slave," Lana said.
She pressed the button. A red light emerged from the three Hydreigon head eyes, and Mallow's body vanished.
Lana looked around. Had Clemont been wrong, and it just made someone disappear? That's wasn't helpful.
Then she felt something move under her butt. She shifted to the ricght a few inches, and saw her.
Tiny Mallow.
"Change me back, right now!" the green-haired girl demanded.
"But I have to fart, tons and tons more," Lana said, scooping her up and putting her headfirst in her anus.
Lana squeezed her buttcheek's around Mallow hard.
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It was much worse here, Mallow felt like she was locked in an outhouse with twenty toilet holes filled to the brim with poop…
Lana drove the wheelbarrow back to the pier, loving the feeling of a tiny girl in her butthole, forced to smell giant hurricanes of fart as they blasted her.
When she got to the pier, she tossed the line again, farting nonstop for forty five minutes, making Mallow feel worse and worse as more time passed.
But no shiny Bruxish appeared. Only regular ones, and Remoarid. She hated them all.
Each time the wrong unwanted fish bit her line and she pulled it out, her gas reached a whole new level of intensity, because now it was filled with her anger.
She looked at the handbook again, then chuckled.
That's what she was doing wrong.
i Shiny Bruxish are attracted by terrible smells from a girl's butt, and the scent of frustration and disgust from a victim. But even with all of these things, fear is the biggest attractor of this special rare coloring of the Water-Psychic pisces friend of ours. You can have all the other stuff, but without feelings of dread and anxiety, the specimen may not come, in all its scarlet glory. /i
Of course. Lana had to make Mallow afraid in order for McDonald's to bite her line.
She let out a long fart but unclenched her butt, shooting Mallow into the bucket of bait.
"Hey, stop this!" Mallow said, as a tiny Joltik shot webbing at her.
"You afraid yet?" Lana asked, impatiently.
"Um, what? No. These are just harmless spiders. But they are a bit icky."
Lana sighed. How was she going to induce fear in her friend?
She looked around but saw nothing. She looked at her feet. Maybe she could threaten to trample on Mallow?
But no, that wasn't as fun as farting.
Her eyes roved the pier, desperately searching for something that would help.
They landed on the mug of hot chocolate.
That gave Lana an idea.
She would threaten to burn Mallow if she didn't beg to be farted on.
She got excited just thinking about it, then flicked a tiny Joltik away from Mallow, in the bucket, before picking up the tiny green-haired girl.
"You know what would be fun?" Lana asked. "If you hung over something scalding hot…"
Lana, you've done enough silliness today. Make me big again."
"But I'm not done farting…"
"Stop letting out gas on me!" Mallow said.
"Nah," Lana said. "I need to catch this Bruxish."
"Get someone else to do this to then," Mallow said.
"But you're so much fun to torture with farts," Lana pouted. Then her eyes brightened as if she had just got a great idea. "I know! I'll give you extreme farts, much worse than before. That'll make things better, right?"
"No, it won't! Make me big again and let me go!"
"But then I'll have no one to release terrible gas on…" Lana said, as if she couldn't imagine any worse scenario.
"This is insane. You need to just eat foods that don't make you flatulate."
"There'd be no fun in that," Lana said. "But now it's time for the real big foul expidentures."
She stuck Mallow in her anus, legs first, keeping her arms and torso and head out of the enclosure.
"Let me go, Lana!" Mallow screeched, trying to move the big buttocks trapping her, but it was like pushing at mountains.
Then Lana waddled with her hanging along, letting out some nice bubbly farts.
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"Lana, that's eno—" Mallow started to say, but even Lana's smallest farts were like missiles of sulfur now, and instead of finishing that statement, she was reduced to gagging.
Finally Lana reached the mug of hot chocolate, and spun her butt over it rapidly, as though it were a spoon she used to stir a yummy dish.
Which reminded Mallow that a lot of the food Lana was farting out had been baked by her, making this even less pleasant, fi that was even possible.
And then she noticed the awful mug of dark liquid waiting for her to bre dropped down in it.
Lana hovered so low toward it seemed like Mallow would be dropped in.
"You'll burn me if you don't stop, Lana! Now get serious."
"The hot cocoa is probably cool by now," Lana said.
"Hmmm, yeah, it should be," Mallow said.
Lana took a dramatic step and picked up the cup of cocoa, purposefully spilling a little on her foot.
"Ow, it burns! I guess you made it so well that it is still hot even after some time has passed."
"Oh no, are you okay?" Mallow asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Lana said, "though it hurts a bit."
She was lying, it had been cool to the skin. But she needed to terrify Mallow.
"You won't be fine though," she said, merrily. "I'm going to drop you in…"
"No, please!" Mallow yelped, as Lana brought her butt closer to the rim of the cup.
"You really don't want to burn?"
"Do I look like I want to spend the next month in a hospital? Also, I'm small. I could be put in a coma! You can't do this!"
"Beg me to fart on you, or I will."
"Lana, that's crazy! Turn me big again!"
"Beg, slave! Or I will let you get third degree burns, or is this fourth degree? Sixth? Seventh?"
"This isn't funny, Lana!"
"Tell me your mistress that you want my potent, smelly gas blasted up your nose, squirted all over my body, that you desperately want to be kept as a fart slave for days, or you will get it."
"You're my friend! Why do this?"
"I have to," Lana said.
And that's when she perched atop the rip of the cup, gently, Mallow stuck between her buttcheeks…
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Yep, this was the beef stew they had for dinner the night before, made by Mallow. It caused her to gag horrendously coming out this way, and she loathed Lana's dominance over her.
She prayed desperately that Lana wouldn't drop her.
After fifteen minutes of straight farting, Lana finally stood up, Mallow hating her pirson even more now.
"You ready to beg, little slave?"
"No," said the green-haired tiny girl. "Now stop this insanity."
"I promise you, I will let you get burned this time for real."
"But if you do, you won't have any fart slave for awhile," Mallow said, reasonably.
"Oh, I'll find another," Lana said. "Can't be too hard."
She envisioned Serena, Ash's friend, suffering at her ass' mercy.
"You know you'll regret it," Mallow said, when the blue-haired girl, now a giantess from her perspective, threatened her again.
"Acerola might like being tortured," Lana said.
"Then go find her and do this!"
"Nah," Lana said. "Even though she'd be an acceptable substitute, she's not you."
"Then why do you want to burn me?"
"Oh, Mallow. I don't want to burn you. You're my friend."
"That's good."
"I just want you to understand that my butt is your mistress, and you are my slave, and you have to smell my fart."
"That's not good. Please stop."
"Nope," Lana said. "And if you don't beg me to fart, like REALLY fart, not the lame weak ones I've released so far, you will suffer."
Without waiting another moment, Lana brought Mallow close to the rim of the mug.
"Soon as my butt closes over it, you'll be too late, I'll let you fall and you'll be hospitalized."
She used millimeter by millimeter, super slowly, driving Mallow's tension up to incredible heights.
"Okay, you win, Lana!"
"I can't hear you," the blue-haired girl said, even though she had.
"Please, please fart on me, Lana! I love your gas and—"
"Oh my god, that is so hot!" Lana said. "I never thought I'd hear your adorable voice say that!"
"You won't burn me, then?"
"No, of course not, Mallow. But you don't have to worry, the hot cocoa is cold."
Mallow didn't believe her, but Lana dipped a finger in it and wiped it against the green-haired girl's cheek.
It really was cool now.
"You tr-tricked me?"
"Of course, so I could catch the shiny Bruxish. Duh."
And that's when there was a tug on Lana's line.
She ran for it excitedly, and plopped down roughly, not taken care to be gently for Mallow. Then she reeled it in, and there on the end was a red and yellow fish.
"McDonald's! Yay, you finally bit!"
Lana flung the line over and dropped the fish on the pier, where it flopped about.
"Pokeball, go!"
She tossed a Great Ball actually, blue instead of the regular red, but she didn't feel it necessary to specify that.
The fish disappeared into the sphere, which shook for a bit atop the wooden planks.
But it didn't break free.
"Yes! I caught McDonald's!" Lana said, happily. "I feel so joyous that I could fart with REAL stink, instead of the not so tough rounds from before."
She reached behind her butt and pulled Mallow out.
"Thanks," the green-haired girl said.
"But I haven't given what you begged for yet, don't thank me until then."
"Um, what?"
"You wanted me to desperately fart on you, with mega blasts," Lana reminded her. "You said so yourself."
"I was just trying to stop you from burning me!" Mallow protested.
"But now that I have accomplished my goal, I need to fart, so much. And since you begged for it, you get to smell them! And don't worry, I don't plan to stop for hours. It'll be like Heaven for you, right?"
Lana didn't wait for answer, but ignored Mallow's screams as she brought her back to her anus and stuffed her in.
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Mallow gagged, coughed, and felt dizzy being trapped in there. Also, she quickly learned that no matter how long she was farted on, it seemed to always smell worse.
All the foul smells made her never want to be near food again, and as she loved cooking, that was horrible.
But Lana had to let her out, eventually, right? She wouldn't force her to keep inhaling carrot and beef stew farts and even smores farts, Mallow soon figured out that sweets produced even more revolting gas than meat and veggies.
Soon Lana would tire of this, or she kept telling herself.
However, the rest of the day, she was a fart slave. And it sucked.
But Lana had the time of her life, and she was already planning future and more intense suffering for Mallow. Inwardly she thanked Clemont for leaving behind the shrinking device.
She also called Acerola to see if she'd bring some malasadas, which the purple-haired girl agreed to.
"Don't worry, my little fart slave, more fuel is coming," Lana said, though Mallow couldn't hear her, tucked away in her anus. "But for now, some appetizers!"
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Mallow felt like she was swimming in fart. She had no clue that Lana had twenty malasadas coming which would be more intense than her cooking when farted out.
But she desperately wished Lana would release her, not knowing she was in for an evening an entire night of suffering, gagging, feeling nauseated, and all around a sense of ownership that Lana's now ginormous anus from her shrunken perspective had over her..