Chapter #12The butt scratcher by: sneakyk   "It was you, Minun." You whimper, half delirious from the last fart and scared senseless about what the two might do to you if the answer you provided was the wrong one. The two little Pokemon gasp in shock. "Oh gosh! He got us good! He's able to tell our farts apart! The plusle says, her voice coming from right in front of you. The Minun whines. "The little guy is really good at this! Now we're gonna have to dig him up!" You breathe a sigh of relief. The air is still tainted with the scent of a fresh berry flavored fart, but the scent is far more bearable now that you know you're about to be freed, at least from your buried position. "Alright little guy. let's get this thing off of you. " Suddenly, the blanket is lifted from your body.
You find yourself gazing at the rear of the two precious little Pokemon. You assume it to be that of the Minun. Her pucker is hovering right in front of you, and her car-sized paws can be seen if turn your head left and right. She hasn't moved away from you yet...in fact, she isn't even facing you. Suddenly she stomps away from you, and you are struck by something soft from behind. It quickly slides atop your head and blankets you in darkness. She steps forward with another stomp and then you realize just what it is you're looking at. The central prong of Plusle's red tail. But htat means...
"Haha! Gotcha lil guy! You guessed WRONG!" The Plusle squeals. The Minun pokes at the back of your head playfully, distinctly out of your field of vision, but you can intuit that she's probably lying on her belly. Her breath washes over you from behind as she speaks. "You should have been paying better attention when we played with you last time! Now we're gonna have even more fun with you!". You can only imagine that your definition of 'fun' differs from their own. "Please, let me go!" You beg . "This isn't fair! I can't even move like this!"
"Heh heh, yeah! But that's all part of the game." The Plusle retorts. "Yeah, and it's gonna help with the next game too~" The Minun's words are a stark warning that something even worse is to come.
"So.. who gets to go first?" The Minun asks. The Pusle's response is swift and carries with it a slight hint of irritation. "I do ! I was the one who got put on the spot! If my fart didn't fool him we would have both lost." "Good point sis, good point! He's all yours!" The Minun replies, turning the keys to your life over to Plusle for the time being, certainly not giving you a sayso in the matter.. The plusle lifts her tail up and stomps back ominously, slowly moving her rear over towards your body, her gut grumbling ominously. You quickly piece together what's about to happen and struggle fiercely against the soil to absolutely no effect. You're powerless to evade the terrifying 'attack' she has prepared for you.
You hold your breath and brace yourself as the Plusle begins to bring her damp, squishy pucker over to your tiny form. The Minun scoots back and gets to her feet in preparation for what's about to happen. The Plusle's pucker stops just above you, giving you a glimpse into the darkness within her rear. She grumbles intensely for a moment. "HNNNNNGGHHHH..." before blasting you with a powerful and near deafening POP of a fart, the scent erupting around your tiny body and nearly choking you on its own. Her rear descends for you until it's practically pressing against your head. It smells overwhelming. You have to shut your mouth to avoid from tasting the grime on her rear. "mm...sis. I don't know if he'll fit. I feel kinda funny about it already." The Plusle whimpers. SHE is feeling 'iffy' about it? You're the one in agony here! "Come on sis! I know you can do it. ! I promise you it'll be fun once you've got him in there." The Minun says, encouraging her. For your part, all you can reply with is " No...no, please no...don't. Please!"
Suddenly her rear smashes down upon you...or rather, around you with both a THUD and a SQUOOORSHH. You are trapped in darkness. You feel her squishy and grimy flesh locking all around your head, like a pair of lips curled around a sucker. Your hair grows wet, matted by her rear's grime.
The Plusle lets her handpaws press down onto the floor of the burrow and smiles a satisfied smile. At first it WAS a bit weird having the little man's head in her behind, but now that she's gotten used to it...it's pretty nice. She begins dragging her bottom back and forth, left and right, using the head to tend to her itches. She can feel the little man struggling within her. Even feel a few occasional bites, each acting more to scratch her itches than actually hurting her. Since she's having such a good time and she still has a lot ' ammo' left, she decides to pepper the thing with a few farts, knowing each and every one of them will hit their target. Every fart forces a good struggle out of him, helping scratch her bottom AND boost her ego at the same time. The little guy was a great find!
The scent in your already smelly prison begins to worsen as the Plusle fills you with fart-gas. The iny bits of fresh air only come along when a chance shift of her rear frees up enough space in her pucker for air to pass our..otherwise your body basically just acts as a scratching too and an absorber for her farts. This is unreal. You can hear the Plusle' voice , muffled though it may be, booming from high overhead. "This is amazing sis! You've..." Her stomach grumbles and she blasts you with another fart. "...got to try it!" She cheers happily. You lose track of how long you're stuck like this. You grow delirious. The Plusle and Minun might not merely be like adorable little gods to you . Maybe they ARE gods. A pair of goddesses you were born to serve. Did you even have a life before you were their toy? Were you always this small? These questions and more flood your mind as the Plusle's hole's embrace pushes your body and mind to their limit.
After what seems like an eternity she finally lifts her bottom up from around your head and turns to observe you . She giggles at your dazed expression, and her sister quickly stomps in front of you to get a better look. She's holding a sippy cup full of water. Suddenly the Minun douses you with it. You're struck by a powerful deluge of water from the cup, but it's not entirely unwelcome. After all, any bit of cleaning you can get helps! But your relief is short lives as the Minun turns around and allows her bottom to descend upon you, much like her sister did. "Hey sis! Can you get behind him? Put your finger against his head?" The squatting Minun requests. "Ok...but why?" "Cus I need your help with the next thing I want to do with him.".
Things swiftly fall into place. The Minun presses her hole against your head while the Plusle holds her fingertip against the back of your head, the pudgy digit gently pressing against you. "Ok! Now little guy...I want you to give my butt a nice long licking! Sis! Make sure he doens't slack off! Just give him a little shock if he does~ Hee hee. Ok little guy. Now get to licking! By the time we're done with you I bet you'll be ok with just being a pet! " "Ohhhh sis! Why didn't I think of that?! Great idea~"
By this point it should be obvious that there are stiff consequences to defiance. The girls have been relatively methodical in their playtime. They seem to be adept enough to avoid causing lasting physical injuries to you, even if their games are rough and unfair...but how long will that last? You gaze at the Minun's mighty pucker,really not wanting to lick at it, but also not wanting to get shocked or incur their wrath...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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