"Humph... you seriously couldn't handle all those fart fumes I had rolling in me?" Carmine taunted, her stomach growling since her rump rumbled loudly due to the fact that she was incredibly gassy. "I would hate to have your nose and ears right about now."
"Sister stop, they're not going to be able to get up!" Kieran shouted with him watching from a distance since he was always farted upon by her older sister whenever he lost to her in battles. "You have to give them a chance to fight back-"
"What, you can't stand that your big sister is just showcasing discipline?" Carmine pointed out upon fanning the reeking air since the grass around her was wilting. "I got more poots in me to make this entire island shake!"
"Oh geeze is that quite the strong scent!" Ms. Brair laughed, letting out a bunch of flatulence herself since she was feeling the urge to rip ass. "Then again maybe that's why you happen to be such a strong determined trainer!"
"I appreciate it but I don't need your thanks." Carmine responded for she decided to get up, the gassed trainer beneath her having been knocked out fully. "I may be filthy but at least I'm not an outsider who can't handle a bit of steam!"
"Oh... that trainer definitely is going to need a rest." Perrin said, taking snapshots of this smelly scene while she proceeded to break wind herself since her puffed up jeans were filled to the brim with the loud flatus brewing around within her. "Guess that's 1 more trainer who won't attempt to help me."
"And what of it?" Carmine spoke up upon approaching the gassy Pokegirl with her fanning her roaring rear since she could tell that she was going to need a new pair of pants to make a massive methane mess in soon. "Does it look like that anyone here would be strong enough to handle our island home? I highly doubt it if they can't even take in my beautiful stench!"
It was going to be a long night.