You rubbed your hands together and huffed your warm breath on them, trying to stay warm as you waited in a short line for the ATM. You enjoyed winter, no doubt about that, but you were totally freezing! To distract yourself from the cold, you decided to remind yourself just why this wait was so important. You had been a very loyal gym employee at Roxie’s gym for a few years now, yet you've always had an affinity for grass types. It just happened that some of your favourites were also poisonous! In that time, you’d saved up a lot of pokédollars to invest in the possible future of buying a grass type gym, and today was that day! You stepped up and withdrew a staggering amount of pokédollars from your account. Walking through the slippery streets of Castelia City, you hummed an old festive song to yourself before a table set up with fairy lights on the sidewalk caught your attention. Sitting at the table was a meek looking office worker who looked very small compared to the massive cardboard cutout of Skyla, the gym leader a few towns over, next to her. “Hey! What's all this?” You stepped up to the table and began to read the signage for yourself. Skyla’s Sixth Annual Supreme Supply Drop! Geez, what a mouthful.. “O-Oh, uhm.. Skyla’s collecting money for the poor again, she's always so thoughtful..” The shy brunette explained. I raised an eyebrow, interested to hear more. “Yeah, she’s.. gonna fly around and drop toys and food and stuff, like a real life Santa! O-Oh! And there's a special thing this year, too!” I slid into the chair across from her and made eye contact now, which seemed to fluster the shy woman even more. “T-The top donator gets to spend an entire day with Skyla! Like a date..” She sighed, not hiding the fact that she wished she could win at all. You contemplated your next move long and hard. You really did always have a crush on the pinkette gym leader, and this was a really good cause. Besides, even if nothing romantic came out of this special date, maybe a good friendship would. Friends in high places could make all the difference when trying to convince the champion to let you run a gym! “What's the donation goal?” You inquired, receiving a sum that you had more than enough to meet with all your savings. Still, it'd be a big chunk of it, but.. It was for the children! “I’d like to make a donation, then. A big donation.” You smirked and slid your wallet across the table. The meek little worker practically fainted on the spot.
 
 
A few days passed and you received instructions to wait at Cafe Sonata for your date. As you listened to the guitarist’s strings, you couldn't help but wonder if the legend about his music was true.. Oh! The door’s bell chimed. You turned around to see who it was and.. There she was. The tall, tanned pinkette in all her glory. She was wearing a very festive and admittedly very short santa-inspired outfit with her long athletic legs and toned thighs in clear view. She was also wearing a pair of pilot's aviators, though you weren't sure if they were for practical purposes or just a pretty bad attempt to make herself less recognisable. She scanned the pretty quiet room with a serious expression before she caught sight of you. Instantly, her face lightened up into a really wild smile and she began to skip towards you excitedly. “Heeeyyy~! There's that big donor!” You blushed and tried to look natural, not wanting everyone in the cafe to stare at you.. “H-Hello, Missus..” Skyla pulled off her shades and grabbed your hand forcefully, holding it with both of her gloved hands. “Please, you can just call me Skyla! What’d you think of the shades? Eheheh~ All Elesa’s idea, I gotta admit, but still!” Geez, she wasn't shy at all. “They looked good! You looked real serious in them.” You smiled and attempted to tug your hand back fruitlessly. “Heeeyyy.. I know you! You used to work for that spunky Roxie, didn't you? Hehehe, well in that case… Waiter! Over here, please~!” You blushed harder and finally was able to pull your hands back into your lap when she lifted hers to signal the waiter. What had she managed to clue in about you that fast that she knew what to order for you?! Was she that much of a people person? “I’ll take a large glass of Moomoo Milk, and your creamiest dessert! I’ve got a long day ahead of me!” She winked at you and patted her stomach. You quickly held your breath to avoid gasping. She knew about.. Oh, Arceus, that’s so embarrassing.. Roxie was pretty infamous for being, uhm.. not lady like. In fact, a lot of the people working for her just so happen to have certain kinks.. People like you. “Are you sure..” You began to ask only for her to wink again. She definitely knew what she was doing. Were you about to have your kinks fulfilled by one of the most attractive gym leaders in Unova?! “You know.. I happened to walk through Narrow Street on my way here, right? Sometimes you gotta take shortcuts to avoid the paparazzi! Anyway, let's just say..” The waiter returned, interrupting her story, sliding Skyla her glass of milk and crémepuffs. You watched in awe as the pilot chugged the milk down like it was nothing but water. Arceus forbid she was lactose intolerant or something.. Heck, even if she wasn't, anyone was destined to become at least a little bloated at the rate she was going! “Ahha~! That hit the spot.” She dropped her glass onto the table with a loud thud and scooted her chair a bit closer to the table before she started to whisper. “As I was saying, there's a lot of rough types on Narrow Street, right? Let's just say you and I are gonna deliver some justice together before the night’s over!” You felt a little nervous, unsure how to feel about such a vigilante attitude.. Still though, Skyla was a really good person, and you were pretty confident in your pokémon’s ability to handle themselves in a fight! Deciding to go with the option you assume would please her the most, you nodded solemnly to her proposal. “Great! Let's head out right now!” She excitedly blurted out, grabbing your hand and began to drag you out of the cafe. “A-Ahh! Thank you for your hospitality–” You awkwardly cried out to the hosts as you were forced to leave so abruptly by the excited woman.
 
 
“Alright, c'mon! We’ll take my plane and fly back to Mistralton!” She continued to tug at your hand like a child in a toy store. “W-Whoa, Skyla! Be careful! The sidewalk is slippery! A-And what about Narrow Street?!” Skyla either ignored your request for caution or simply couldn't hear you through the busy city streets. Eventually you two reached a small runway where her iconic aircraft waited. She scaled the craft without breaking a sweat and opened the hatch, before realising you’d lagged behind. “Awh, need a lift? Grab my hand.” You timidly took the tall girl's palm who pretty effortlessly pulled you up into her embrace. She did handle cargo a lot after all.. “Uhm.. Skyla? There's only one seat..” You smiled nervously, genuinely believing that she'd gotten so excited that it slipped her mind. “Duh! That's why I’m gonna sit in your lap– or on your face! You're into that kinda thing, aren't ya Roxstar?” Despite the winter air, your entire body flashed warm from the brazen and sudden provocation. Yeah, you'd had an inkling back at the coffee shop, but this was so direct! “I.. I uhm..” You began to tremble, unsure how to react. Roxie had never paid you much attention before, and you’d never had a sexual encounter with anyone else before, yet alone a kinky one. Still gripping your hand, Skyla pulled your palm to her abdomen and pushed on it. Despite her muscles, you could feel just how swollen she'd become from the milk and beyond that.. you could physically feel her stomach growling. She didn't even need words to convince you. “Lap..” You meekly mumbled, receiving a wide grin in response. She ushered you into the cockpit before crawling over you. Arceus, she was so warm.. She must've been wearing some kind of gingerbread or cinnamon perfume, perfectly accommodating her cute little outfit. Then, she simply planted her ass straight onto your crotch, instantly sending a wave of pleasure throughout your entire body. “Enjoy the flight, and be sure to keep your hands and feet to yourself at all times! Don't wanna distract a gal at work, do ya?” You nodded sagely, followed by her flicking several of the dizzying amounts of switches and buttons at the plane’s controls. It was actually kind of awe inspiring even despite the lascivious situation you were in. “Oh! One more thing!” Skyla reached behind you and grabbed a seat belt, wrapping it tightly around both of you. “Safety first! Now, let's fly!” The safety device really probably wouldn't protect either of you considering you were definitely misusing it, but it did do one thing for sure– It made sure you couldn't squirm or wiggle away from your pilot even if you wanted to! The plane engine began to hum loudly, preventing you from really hearing the woman on your lap properly. You hoped things would somehow be quieter in the sky, but.. bbbbbbbb Though the sound was definitely drowned out, the vibrating sensation as it rippled through her wide ass cheeks ensured you would notice it. Skyla, THE Skyla, had just farted right into your lap! Your breath became laboured as your heart pounded. The moment the scent reached your nostrils, you were hooked. It was so sickly sweet, almost as if the rotten scent had perfectly blended with her perfume. As you peered over Skyla’s shoulder, avoiding eye contact, you noticed she was blushing a little too, though she was definitely holding herself together better than you were. “More..” You spoke softly, before realising the engine was silencing you. “More! Please! I need more!” This time you yelled, receiving a smug smirk from the pilot. “Settle down, passenger! You're about to experience some pretty wicked turbulence!” Ehh? You’d heard pilots could actually see upcoming turbulence before, but you never understood what that meant exactly. You looked out the window expecting to see at least something vaguely out of the ordinary before Skyla pressed down against your crotch with her butt. Again, the tanned woman’s asscheeks rumbled across your lap like a stormcloud bearing down a city. The stench from before hadn't even abated before her gut went and added another layer of smog to the gaseous concoction. You felt lightheaded but fearless for once, you had to fight off the urge to attempt to stick your hands underneath her felt skirt, only managing to resist by reminding yourself of the one instruction she gave you before she took off. Arceus, the woman’s aroma melted your mind so much that you only now realised the turbulence was just the fart she ripped. Flight puns! How fun. “Shh, hold your breath for a moment, butt-perv. I don't want anyone to hear how hard you're breathing when I signal ground control.” You blushed and brought your hands over your mouth. Honestly, you weren't exactly convinced that anyone would hear you over the noise the plane made, but, Skyla really had you wrapped around her finger at this point anyway. “Skyla here! Requesting a landing in my home strip, over!” You were almost alarmed by how smoothly she could flip between a sultry teasing voice and just business as usual. She must have received the permission she required because she scooted forward in your lap to focus on the plane’s controls more. If this was just the ride over here, you could scarcely imagine what she had planned for you when she got you back into her place.
 
 
When the plane landed, you felt as if your anxieties were waiting for you. Perhaps there was truth to the idea of flight setting one free after all. “I bet you got up to all kinds of crazy stuff when you worked in Roxie’s gym.” You thought back on it and nodded. “You have no idea..” Honestly, sometimes it was surprising to you that your former employer hadn't been arrested yet with some of the stunts she pulled. The privilege of a high social standing, you shrugged. “Oh, believe me. I know all about it! Me and the girlies meet up all the time! I really appreciate Roxie’s fearless attitude, I bet she'd make a great pilot! That's actually part of why I’m going all out today, too!” Skyla stretched and leaned back in your lap, pressing her back against your chest. “Now, let's head inside. Don't worry about this Kalos Oven, there'll be more where that came from!” She winked and snatched your hand again. Your mouth stumbled out babbling nonsense as you struggled to process an appropriate response to her promise, but before you knew it, she was helping you climb down the plane and leading you into the back of the city gym. When the two of you came to a locked door, she finally let go of your hand. Geez, she had a really tight grip.. Guess she picked that up from handling the plane yolk so much. You watched her rummage through her green yuletide-style bag for her keys. Curiously, you could have sworn you heard a quiet scream as she did. It didn't even sound that far away, but– “Got it! I really oughta organise that thing.” It must have just been your nerves acting up again, you were about to enter a woman’s private space after all. The inside of Skyla’s little abode was surprisingly messy. She kept a lot of boxes stacked up, and seemed to have an interest in assembling toy aeroplanes- but not one in actually finishing them. She had several flying-type pokémon plushies sitting on shelves and chairs as she walked you through the small apartment-style home. “Over here’s my room! Are you ready to really reach cloud nine?!” Skyla smiled widely and pressed you against the hallway wall. In this position, her large breasts were smushed right against your chest and you were forced to make contact with her sky blue eyes. “I.. I-I uhm.. Are you– sure..? I just donated money, I’m not special or anything..” Skyla leaned in and planted her lips against your forehead. You felt yourself shiver from the sensation. You hadn't been kissed by a girl since you lived with your mother! You could have sworn your hearts had begun to beat in unison. “You're so bashful, lighten up a bit! You’re way cuter than you realise. Now, c’mon. Go in and sit on the bed, I’ll be with you in just a second.” You stammered out a confirmation and timidly creaked her bedroom door open. You stepped over some more plushies that adorned the floor and sat on the bed, playing with your fingers to settle your nerves.
 
 
After some time passed, for you what felt like hours, the bedroom door opened again. You darted your eyes back up to look at your hostess and felt your mouth go agape. The lower half of her holiday outfit had been removed, leaving only the blouse, which was really more of an implication as she'd completely unbuttoned it to expose her breasts to you. Your eyes struggled to choose a place to focus on at one time as she strutted towards you. Was it her long, tanned athletic legs? Was it her pretty little crotch left nearly entirely exposed, save but a tiny candy cane patterned thong? Was it her large caramel boobs or her pink nipples? Ugh.. Her entire body was just too perfect, she was like a reincarnation of a sky goddess, and here she was, prancing right to you! “You've been rrrreeaaallll nice this year, haven't you?” Skyla purred as she slid into the bed next to you. You realised only now that she still had her bag wrapped around her. Maybe she was carrying some kind of toy within it? “There's just one more thing we need to take care of first.. Not everyone's been as good as you, right?” You smiled nervously, becoming kinda concerned that this might be some kind of revenge thing you didn't want to be involved with. You watched her unzip her bag and reach inside, it didn't take long before you heard those screams again, and now you saw why. Your sex drive fought your body’s natural instinct to jump up and run away immediately as Skyla presented a shrunken woman to you. “Remember how I told you I made a shortcut through Narrow Street today..? Yeah– I picked up this little slut by chance. Former Plasma, apparently!” Skyla toyed with the toy sized girl carelessly despite her protests. “Wh.. What does she have to do with this?” Your body no longer felt warm, but ice cold. “Awh, come on. Don't freeze up on me now! This was gonna happen with or without you, so I figured I might as well share this special moment with you!” Skyla began before leaning her face closer to yours. “Not to mention the aftermath of it..” She grinned like a sneasel and forced the tiny girl into your hands. You looked down at the grunt, pondering what decisions in her life lead to her joining Team Plasma.. and if her actions within it warranted such a big punishment. Weren't the holidays, in some ways at least, about forgiveness? Pppfft~ You turned to Skyla, whose face was a little more red than normal. “S-Sorry, I tried to do it quietly..” If a glass of milk had this much of an effect on her bowels, what would a tiny naughty grunt have? The question repeatedly played in your head, louder and louder as the scent of her most recent toot wafted over you. Finally, you snapped. “I’ll.. feed you her myself, and I want to rub your belly and stuff!” You attempted to sound as confidently as you could while increasing your grip on the grunt. “Awwh..~ Is that on your gift list?” Skyla winked, playing up the Santa outfit routine again, even though she was barely wearing it anymore. You didn't care though, you were in the moment now, and you didn't dare hesitate. You gripped Skyla’s shoulder and gently pushed her back onto the bed and began to dangle the poor plasma grunt over her lips by her ponytail. The tiny thing screamed and flailed, no doubt fearing you were going to drop her at any point now. She was wrong to think it would end so quickly. You needed to get back at Skyla for teasing you all day, and what better way to do so than making her wait for her snack. As your hand approached the pilot’s plump lips, you felt her warm breath on your finger before she lurched forward and wrapped her lips around it like a fish, taking the tiny with it. You blushed heavily and watched Skyla’s eyes roll back as she tasted the shrunken woman that still held onto your finger for dear life. You felt Skyla’s tongue violently brush against your digit and how powerfully she could suck, your mind naturally wondered about other ways she could employ those skills, but that was for later. Inevitably, the pathetic little criminal lost her grip. You watched Skyla’s eyes dilate like a predator who’d just caught sight of their prey for the first time before. Gulp. You felt static in your brain as you watched the small bulge in her throat disappear past those invitingly large breasts. “She’s..” You started to say, only for Skyla to cut me off. “She’s future fart fuel now, perv. Aren't you excited? Isn't it great to be on the nice list?” She said with a confident smile. You brought your hand down to her smooth belly and felt small like bumps that paled in comparison to the natural growling of the pilot’s guts. “Yeah. Yeah, it is..” You answered honestly.
 
 
The afterglow of your night together left you feeling drained, but warm and happy. You rested your head against the predator’s stomach as she slept and listened to it roar whilst the hours passed by. Occasionally, you'd hear the pitiful pleas of the digesting grunt, though those didn't last very long. Whenever Skyla farted in her sleep, the unique sound you heard within her gut nearly drove you mad. If you didn't care so much about her rest, you would have gone for an extra round then and there every single time. Though, eventually, you noticed that the growling began to come from lower down her abdomen, closer to her panty line. It didn't really require a degree in biology to understand what that meant. “Mmnggh, Swanna, you can't just..” She spoke in her sleep cutely before another massive fart blew past her poor little candy cane thong. You almost wish you'd asked to sleep between her thighs at this rate.. “Oh crud!” Skyla sat up immediately, coincidentally knocking your head to her thighs. “Just a sec, perv, and no, you can't follow me this time! I like my privacy there.” You looked up at her with puppy eyes. She smirked and sighed, seeming to come to some kind of conclusion. “Fine, fine.. How aboouutt..” Skyla pushed you off of her and stood up, taking a moment to crack her back before hooking her fingers underneath her thong’s waistband. Slowly and seductively, she pulled the scrawny pair of buttfloss down her legs and tossed them into your chest. “There- something to keep you company while I’m gone. Don't make too much of a mess!” She winked and strutted off into the hallway. You couldn't resist bringing the stench soaked thong to your face. Good Arceus, you could smell everything. The nostalgic scent of the first fart of hers you huffed, the incredibly faint cinnamon perfume. Sweat, and heck, even the smell of musk. This definitely wasn't just for your sake after all. You wondered just how close Roxie and Skyla actually really were now, but that was probably a story for another day.
 
 
DISPOSAL WARNING
 
 
Skyla stepped into her undersized bathroom and immediately slapped her ass onto the toilet. Her tan and wide hips practically dwarfed the poor toilet seat. A loud echoing fart reverberated around the bowl, nearly loud enough for you to hear all the way in bed. Feeling the tip of the first log, she leaned forward a bit and gritted her teeth. “Ugh, really regretting dairy..” The poor little grunt who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time had been carelessly compressed into this initial piece of shit. When Skyla’s tight asshole finally managed to cut through it to cause the shit to free fall into the toilet, the grunt’s remains were unfortunate enough to be on the very top. Skyla’s butthole clenched and winked as it attempted to recover from being spread out so far. In the midst of the thoughtless routine, the grunt’s bones simply wound up smeared across the dark brown asshole, no better than the shit they were buried in. Yawning, the gym leader unrolled a wad of toilet paper and unceremoniously wiped the waste from her godlike body, letting it carelessly fall into the dirtied water beneath her. With that one big log, her business was concluded. She was way too tired to bother considering the fact that neither of you had even asked the poor grunt for her name. Skyla had more important things to think about anyway, like inviting you to work at her gym, maybe? After all, it’d be a shame to have to wait until next year to have this much fun again!