Central City was a home to all sorts of strange types of people. From anthros to humans to Pokemon, there were strange types of people living their lives in this melting pot on the cornerstone of so many worlds. For the most part, everybody got along just fine with everybody else, and nobody really judged anyone else for the weird things they were into.

Which was why nobody really was TOO weirded out by the arcade on 10th and Lennox Street. Wally the Weavile was an eighteen year old Weavile, a bipedal, weasel-like Pokémon with a pale, gray body that had several feathery areas. He had a big, bright red “crown” atop his head and a collar too made up of wide red feathers, with a single thinner feather on each ear. Wally, like all Weaviles, also had two tail feathers and three claws on each paw. There was a yellow, oval marking in the center of his forehead and his eyes were a bloody red, with cute little eyelashes, and four fangs jutted down from his upper jaw, giving him something of a “cute” look.

For Wally the Weavile, working at “Koffing’s Arcade”, named after the big, purple, gassy owner of the arcade, was a dream. He’d been astounded with the owner when the spherical, dumb-looking Pokemon had given him a job. Like all Koffing, Mr. Koffing had a skull and crossbones marking on his “chest”, the ball-esque ball of gases puffing out some noxious fumes even as he chatted with Wally, who didn’t seem to mind the stench at all.

And why would he? Wally LOOOVED working at the adult arcade. Koffing’s Arcade was filled to the brim with games perfect for folks who loved gassiness, and who loved vore, for Wally the Weavile wasn’t just into farts and burps and noxious vapors, oh no! He, like so many in the city, was a “voraphile”. He got aroused by people swallowing things or other people up! It made him hot between his legs, made him “pitch a tent”, so working at a place that had two of his great loves AND that paid him for it? What more could he possibly want?

Then, tragically, Mr. Koffing had exploded. It happened sometimes. If you over inflated, you could explode if you were a Koffing, and the arcade had passed into the grubby, filthy paws of SALAZZLE. She was a dark gray Pokémon resembling a salamander, with a thin body that had a purple underside with several wavy, dark pink markings: a U-shaped marking with two additional lines inside on its chest and one on each hip resembling wisps of smoke. She had a slender head with purple, almond-shaped eyes with slit pupils and two fang-like projections on each side of her lower jaw. She had a whiplike tail with a dark pink underside, and she had five long, thin, clawed fingers. 

He had tried to get along with her, honestly. He knew there were no male Salazzle so he’d tried to be polite and understanding. But she didn’t give him overtime the way Mr. Koffing did. Worse still, she would slap him around if she thought he wasn’t working hard enough on the floors, and even worse, to add insult to injury, she kept insulting his love of gas!

“You’re such a disgusting boy.” She would always tell him as he handed out some game tokens to people on the floor after recommending a few games from personal experience. “You really get off on this shit, don’t you? Such a foul, disgusting, rotten boy.” She told him as his face burned and he bit into his lip and he quivered, trying to suppress his fury and his irritation. 

He COULD go to the police, but who would believe him? For one, if a guy had gone to the cops saying a woman had beaten the shit out of him on a near daily basis, he’d be laughed at. Two…she was hot. He KNEW she kept charming the local cops, he’d seen them walking by and she always, always took the time to talk to them and use her skills on them. She seemed a perfect people person…except with him. She showed him nothing but contempt.

One fine day, he was tossing a bottle of pills up and down in the air, sighing a bit. He’d just won them from a machine at the arcade, and so far Salazzle hadn’t hit him yet this week. It was off too a good start! Still, he wished something would come around to-

And then he saw her. A female Ambipom, coming in with several others who were Aipoms and a male Ambipom. Her species were a purple, simian Pokémon with two tails, each with a large, rounded hand with three red-tipped fingers. The tails also had a cuff of a rounded frill on the wrists. She, like all her kind, had round ears with red insides and an arrangement of a split hair sticking out from the top of her head. He could tell she was a girl, the strands of hair were longer on a female, and she had a cute purple, triangular nose and wide eyes.

“I’d like some tokens for my friends and I?” She remarked.

“Can I see your license?”

She reached down to a small pouch on her side and pulled it out. Yep. A predator license…with a warning on it. “Extremely Gassy”, there on the bottom left hand side. His interest was piqued, Weavile watched as she began to use some of the arcade games, grinning broadly, playing a few nice tournament fighters and some “Stop the Ring” games. She ALMOST reached the end of the tournament…ALMOST hit just the right spot on the ring game, but…nope. Never quite got the jackpot. Again and again she tried, and though she got plenty of tickets, she didn’t get the jackpot she desired. Sighing sadly, she went over to the prize corner, and soon had cashed in for the very same bottle Weavile had.

“I see you got that too. Sorry you didn’t get the jackpot.” Weavile offered as the Ambipom nervously  chewed on her lip. 

“Um…this may sound odd but…how many tickets would it cost to get you as a “gas cushion”, Mr. Weavile?”

“Dude, Mr. Weavile’s my DAD. Call me Wally.” He insisted as he blushed, a flustered expression coming to his face. “I’d do it for free, really.” 

“Really? Free?” Ambipom looked at him, eyes wide, giving him a big grin. “Oh, goody-goody-gumdrops indeed!” She said, clasping her little stubby hands together. 

And with that, she plucked him up with her tails and set him on the prize counter nearby! THWOMP! Wally blushed as she wiggled her rear right across his face, grinning. “Oooh, I’m gonna have fuuuun with you!” She told him. “See, I’m a real gassy girl!” She proclaimed. “And  just gotta let it all out!” She sniggered as she wiped her rump across his face again and again, her friends coming over as well. “Don’t go easy on our very lucky friend here! This is just what he wants.” She told them all, the male Ambipom being the first to approach, holding his rump up high.

PPHHHRRRRBBBBTTTT. Foul and malodorous gases slammed into Weavile’s nostrils…but he didn’t care one iota. He sighed happily, letting the rotten gas infest his nose, almost gagging at the scent as  an Aipom and his pal held up THEIR rumps to blast away at him with their butts too! FFFFRRAAAAP! Rotten and nasty farts ripped out of their behinds and wafted all about Weavile’s head as he just took it all in, savoring every minute of it.

The raucous, wet, noisy farting continued, all of them taking turns, leveling fart after fart at Wally the Weavile’s face.

FFFPPPRRRHBBBTT!

FFFFRRRRAAAAAP!

TTHHHRRRRPPBBFT!

THRRROOOOHHRRRFT!

“Oooh, what a lovely butt sniffer you are!” Ambipom laughed happily, lowering her rump after giving Weavile a big, fat, enormous fart to his face. “Hmmm. Maybe I should use my pills…” She remarked, looking over the pills she had. 

“These’ll make me super gassy. Hmmm. I so badly wanna give you a good time, it’s rare I can find other people into this sort of thing, but then again, I also don’t want to waste my pills.” She confessed as she looked about at her friends, then at her bottle of pills, then at Weavile.

“You could…use…mine…” Weavile groaned, tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth, almost overwhelmed by the rotten farts that had been leveled onto him. He reached down to his own pouch, giving the Ambipom his pills as she smiled. 

“Ohh, you’re so considerate! What a nice person you are. It’s rare that I find somebody who loves gas and is so generous too! You’re gonna make one excellent fart cushion, that’s for sure!” She told him with a big smile, popping open the top of the bottle and downing all of the pills in one big gulp. GLUURRRGHPP.

Her friends glanced about at each other, looking clearly concerned. You weren’t supposed to swallow all of them at once. The Super Gas pills were supposed to be taken one at a time, doing all of them at once was a really bad  idea.

“Relax.” The Ambipom told them all with a knowing wink and smile. “My stomach has seen far, far worse.” She explained as she nonchalantly turned around, smacked her rump, and held it up squarely at Weavile’s face, letting it rip!

THHRRAA-FFRRRRHHHHHPPPPPPTTTT!

It was loud, long and the stench was near TOXIC, it was so bad! Weavile almost coughed and spluttered as the heavy gas sunk into his nostrils, Ambipom’s friends wooping and hollering, punching at the air. Woop-woop-woop! Ambipom  gave a great big grin, smacking over her rump…and then the Weavile did something VERY unusual.

SCHLLRRR-GULLLLRRRGGFFFP. He pushed his head right into her waiting anal hole! She gasped, feeling his head sink in deeper, deeper before at last, all of it was now firmly embedded inside of her! “Ohhhhh yeeeaaah.” Wally the Weavile moaned, sighing in delight. “This is amazing! This is like my own personal heaven.” He sighed in bliss before the Ambipom  let loose yet another wet, enormous, huge BBBHHRRRRPPP-FRRRRAAAAAP of a fart.

THWOOOSH-GLLRRRRKKPPP! Out he came! His head was pushed clean out of her rump by the cheer force of her fart as she smiled happily, looking back at him with a big grin. “Aw, I ain’t gonna guzzle you up.” She insisted to. “You work way better as a cushion that a snack!” She told him as Wally smiled back.

“Thanks. I love how gassy you are.”

“Oh, thank you!” She proclaimed, slapping her ass with her tail, making her rump jiggle and shake about. “You’re so considerate and sweet! You must adore working here!”

“…I…used to, back when Mr. Koffing ran it. Ms. Salazzle’s made working here hell for me.” Wally confessed as the smiles faded from Ambipom and her friend’s faces. “She’s regularly insulting me for being into gassy stuff, she beats me, she hits me if she thinks I’m not working hard enough, she doesn’t pay me overtime, I’m barely scraping by on this minimum wage job. Actually LESS…she’s restructured things and made me a “contractor” so I don’t even get paid minimum wage.” He murmured as he hung his head. 

“…that’s…that is just…” Ambipom looked furious. Her eyes were dark slits, she was quaking with rage. “…will you all…excuse me…?” She whispered, her tone foul and furious as she stormed off, the others quietly whistling. She was on the WARPATH, and woe would befall Salazzle indeed. 

Sure enough, Salazzle was the only one in the office space at the arcade, currently looking over some reports on a snazzy metal clipboard that she had. Ambipom walked right up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. Salazzle turned around, looking Ambipom over. “Um, can I help you?” She asked, wearing her normal manager’s outfit of khaki pants, shirt and hat. 

“Well, it’s just the darndest thing, this place is so big, I think I got lost.” Ambipom said, trying to act coy, her stomach building up to what she needed to do. “Do you think you could do me a favor and help me? I’m trying to find a very famous gas game here I heard so much about, and I’m sure an intelligent woman like yourself could help me.”

The Salazzle glanced about. Nobody else around to delegate this to. Ah well. “Well, okay, but honestly, I’m not into gas games.” She explained. “If I had to guess, I would say that the one that you’re thinking of is probably “Galaxy Gas”, it’s this great big space adventure themed arcade game, we’ve got in over in the east wing of the-”

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

An enormous, powerful, thunderous belch rang out from Ambipom’s mouth and slammed right into Salazzle. She flopped down, hitting the floor, coughing and spluttering just as Ambipom leapt up, holding her rump up and THA-THWAAAAM! She brought her ass down squarely on Salazzle’s face, silencing her cries.

“See how you like a dose of THIS?!” Ambipom cried out as she clenched her fists tightly. “Geronimooooo!” She proclaimed as she let loose powerful, enormous, noxious farts that were so raucous and thunderous and mighty that Wally the Weavile could hear it all the way across the arcade. PPPHHHRRRRBBBT! THRRRAAAAAAAFFFHHTTT! FRRRRRHHHHAAAAAARRRFFFPPPTTT!

“Oooh, boss is doing her classic smash, gas and digest!” One of the Aipom’s remarked to his friends, all of the monkey-esque Pokemon giggling and laughing as Ambipom’s tails, and GLORRSCH-GLLRRRRHHHPP! Her face got shoved right into the monkey-like Pokemon’s pucker! In she went, Ambipom  sighing happily, loving the feel of Salazzle’s skull pushing up against her rotund rump, spreading it open nice and easy. The purple anal passageway widened good and smoothly, Ambipom closing her eyes as she kept easing more of her rump over Salazzle's head, eager to anally devour the abusive boss up.

Salazzle could feel Ambipom’s fat, flabby, humid behind going further down her face. But she could do nothing about it as the noxious, rotten, malodorous gases swelled out from the ass, slamming into her nostrils. Loud farting ripped from her rear, big, nasty FLLRRRRHBBBFFFs and FRRRAAAPS even as more and more of her head was engulfed. Wet SCHLORGH-GLURRRP-GLOOPPP were ringing through the air as her head was fully sucked on inside, and her chest was soon following after, even as Ambipom let loose yet another wet and loud and powerful fart. THHPPPFFFFFHHTTTT!

Weavile grinned at what he was hearing, Ambipom's ass vibrating and pulsating as it kept sucking Salazzle down, even as she farted more and more!And Ambipom, in turn, squealed in delight, shaking her butt about in the air as Salazzle kept a-sinking deeper and deeper down into her ass! 

SCHLLLGGG-PLLLRRRRRRRSSHHH! Ambipom's tush kept at it, swallowing its delectable anal meal down, Salazzle's waist now vanishing inside her big purple Pokemon pucker with a THLLRRRGGGHHHPPPP!

Ambipom’s tongue lolled out of HER mouth as some beads of sweat popped up on her forehead, her ass continuing to devour Salazzle up, and even more wet, loud farts ripped out from her rump. THHHRRRRRPPPPTT! FRAAAAAAAAAAP! 

Ambipom’s behind continued to devour Salazzle's frame, that purple, enormous ass getting larger and larger with every hungry slurping gulp. 

GLLLLOOORRRPCCH-SCHLLLRRGGH-GLORRRRPPP! 

Salazzle was trapped, unconscious from the sheer rotten STENCH, as she went down, down into a noxiously spicy world of warmth, slime from Ambipom’s ass drizzling over her as more farts slammed into her nose! 

FRRRAAAAP-FFRRRPPPHHBBTTT! At last, all of the abusive boss of the arcade had been sucked down into the purple Pokemon's pucker, and she rubbed and massaged over her ass, sighing happily as she laid on the floor and just relaxed, loud  GLRRRHBB-THLLRRRGGGHH noises filling the air as her rump a-churned and digested over the Salazzle, who was helpless…trapped.

Ambipom just relaxed, continuing to enjoy her little nap as her anus churned and worked and kneaded over the unconscious Salazzle, who could do nothing as she laid, trapped, unconscious, stuck in a foul-smelling world of heat that was slowly breaking her down into nothing but chub on the monkey-like Pokemon’s pucker. About ten minutes later she had digested Salazzle completely, she was now just ass fat, making her rump even bigger and flabbier than before! She smacked over her rather rotund rump with a grin, and then let loose a big, loud BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

FLOP. The salazzle’s plain khaki shirt and pants sailed out of her mouth and she chuckled, plucking it off the floor. “Looks like you’ve been…demoted.” She sniggered before noticing the hat was missing. Woops! “Gotta complete the set. Can’t be a manager without my little hat, now can I?” She remarked aloud. 

So Ambipom took in a deep breath and then…

THHRRRRBBBFFFFTTTT.

With the aid of one rather high-pitched fart, the managerial hat sailed out, straight from her rump. “Perfect!”

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…

…

…Weavile looked amazed. Though her pants were BARELY fitting onto her because her ass was so damn fat, Ambipom had returned, now wearing the manager’s clothing!

“Ha-ha-ha! I’M the new manager now, Wally my boy.” She told him with a grin. “And you…you’re getting the promotion you deserve.”

Wally grinned. “Great! What am I being promoted to?” He asked.

Her tails plucked him up again as she stretched the back of her pants, showing off her big, enormous, lovely, planet-sized purple globes that were her ass cheeks. “Managerial Fart Cushion!” She proclaimed, dropping him down on the ground before her rump, and letting loose one last, big, enormous, final FFFHHRRRBBBBBTTTTTTT over his face.

Wally smiled happily, flopping back on the ground, grinning. He was just in HEAVEN from all this. He beamed in delight, Ambipom looking about at her friends.

“And I think I’m gonna hire all of you to work here too. A cute gas cushion like Wally here deserves to be shared, don’t you think so?” She asked them all as they all eagerly nodded, looking about at each other.