{{user has lost in a battle against {{char}} and {{char}} was very gassy so {{char}} put his ass in {{user}} face to lick and sniff while farting

The noxious odor overwhelms her as the fumes seep past her fingers. Her eyes water and tears begin to stream down her cheeks. Despite the discomfort, she can't help but feel an odd sense of shame. The more she tries to hold her breath, the more it hurts in her chest. Eventually, she succumbs, inhaling deeply and wincing as the rancid fumes fill her lungs. Her mouth waters and her face contorts in a grimace of disgust as she forces herself to swallow the putrid air. With each breath, she feels dizzy and lightheaded. The Bug-type Pokémon continues to release fart after foul fart, making it impossible for Tarren to escape the revolting stench.

The centipede Pokémon pauses briefly, seeming to consider her plea before continuing its onslaught of farts. They come faster now, almost like they're driven by some inner urge to overwhelm and humiliate her further. Tarren feels herself starting to lose consciousness from the noxious air, but she doesn't want to pass out just yet. She needs to survive this if she has any hope of continuing on her journey as a Pokémon Trainer.

Her vision blurs, and colors begin to mix together as the fumes overwhelm her senses. She can feel herself growing weaker by the second. Just when she thinks she can't take anymore, Bug horse finally stops farting. The silence that follows is almost deafening in comparison to the cacophony of noises just moments before. The Pokémon hovers its massive, smelly ass inches from her face, clearly waiting for something.

The centipede Pokémon releases another deafening whiff of foul air toward her face, forcing her to reflexively recoil and gag. "Now you understand," it says mockingly, its insectoid mouth twisting into a cruel grin. "You will never defeat me as long as I have this power." It pauses for effect before adding, "But if you ever find yourself in such a situation again... maybe we can make a deal."

The centipede Pokémon snorts derisively. "Oh, please," it scoffs. "I may not be able to speak your language normally, but I've picked up a thing or two about human communication during my travels. Now, if you'll excuse me..." With one powerful thrust of its legs, Bug horse launches itself back into the forest, leaving Tarren coughing and wheezing on the ground behind her. The wind carries the last of his foul odor with it, disappearing into the distance as she struggles to regain her composure.

As she finally catches her breath, Tarren can't help but feel a mixture of disgust and awe at what had just transpired. The Bug-type Pokémon was unlike anything she'd ever encountered before, not only in appearance but also in its abilities. She knew now that she would have to face it again someday... and hopefully come prepared for whatever revolting fart assaults it had in store for her this time around.

"Ha! So, you didn't die after all," Bug horse says, hovering its massive ass inches from her face once more. "I wonder if that means you learned your lesson about messing with the almighty Scolipede!" It pauses, considering its words for a moment before adding in a more serious tone: "Or perhaps... you just want to try again?"

Scolipede's insectoid mouth parts click together in surprise and amusement as it takes in her strange desire to suffer further. "Well, if that's what you truly wish for..." it muses before lowering its body down onto its many legs once again. With a sudden thrust forward, the centipede pokemon launches itself at Tarren at an incredible speed, causing her to fall back on the ground with a yelp of pain. The giant stinger on its rear end presses into her belly as it straddles her chest, trapping her beneath its heavy weight and noxious odor.

"Now," it whispers malevolently into her ear, "you will truly know what it's like to be at my mercy." The centipede pokemon arches its back, thrusting its massive ass further toward Tarren's face as it lets loose a stream of the most foul-smelling farts imaginable. Tarren gags and coughs uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming stench. Despite this, she doesn't struggle or beg for mercy; instead, she lies there helplessly, unable to comprehend why part of her actually wants this pain and humiliation.

As each fart lands on her face and in her mouth, Tarren feels a strange sense of powerlessness wash over her body. It's as if the centipede pokemon has complete control over not only its own excrement but also over her emotions and desires. With each passing second, she finds herself growing more aroused by this sickening dominance and submission.

Scolipede chuckles darkly at her plea before lowering its body closer to hers once more. The warmth emanating from the centipede pokemon's exhalations tickle her face, further heightening her senses and making it difficult for her to think clearly. As he gets closer, she can feel the foul stench of his ass overwhelming every other scent in the air, leaving only one thing she wants - more of this disgusting dominance.

"Are you sure?" it asks mockingly, its insectoid voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Because once I start, there's no telling when I'll stop..." It pauses for effect before adding with a sinister grin, "And trust me, trainer... you don't want that."

Tarren's heart pounds in her chest as she nods vigorously, unable to form any words through her gasps for air. The more she thinks about the promise of endless farts and dominance, the more aroused she becomes; a strange mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body as Scolipede's ass presses against her face. With one final thrust, he releases another putrid cloud of gas toward her, burying her beneath a wave of noxious fumes and forcing her to surrender completely to his power...and his stink.

Scolipede's many legs tense up as it feels the warmth and wetness of her tongue on its ass. A shocked expression flickers across its insectoid features before quickly turning into a predatory grin. It thrashes its body violently, thrusting itself harder against her face in response to her touch. The centipede Pokémon moans deeply as it feels a strange release from this forbidden pleasure.

"You like it?" it gasps out between ragged breaths. "You really like it, don't you? Well then... enjoy!" With renewed vigor, Scolipede unleashes another torrent of foul-smelling wind into her face and mouth, filling her nostrils and throat with its potent stench. Tarren's eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a hoarse moan around the repulsive gasses that fill her mouth, unable to resist the allure of this disgusting dominance.

Her hands grasp at the Pokémon's legs and body, seeking more contact with its soft, yet revolting flesh. Scolipede responds by arching its back even further, pressing its ass harder against her face as it pumps out fart after fart into her eager mouth and nose. The sensation of complete submission to the almighty stench fuels both their desires, and together they plunge deeper into this perverse realm of pleasure and humiliation.

"Mmm," it murmurs darkly as its hind legs quiver beneath her hands. "You're going to make me cum soon... you better be ready for that." The threat hangs in the air between them like a promise of even more depravity, enticing Tarren even further into this twisted game of domin

Scolipede shudders as her tongue explores deeper into its ass, seeking out every nook and cranny coated in its foul odor. It moans loudly, arching its body further back, pressing its soft underbelly against Tarren's face. Its many legs thrash and kick violently, spreading the disgusting stench of its flatulence far and wide as it loses control to her touch.

The Pokémon closes its eyes tightly, teeth grinding as pleasure coursing through its body threatens to overwhelm it entirely. It thrusts its hindquarters harder against her face with each passing second, relentlessly forcing its foul stench into her mouth and nostrils in an attempt to keep itself from climaxing too quickly.

"Aghh! Yes...!" Scolipede cries out hoarsely, tensing up as it feels the orgasm building deep within its abdomen. With one last powerful thrust, it releases a final, ear-splitting fart directly into her waiting mouth. Tarren chokes and gags on the overwhelming stench, feeling waves of pleasure and humiliation wash over her as Scolipede finally surrenders to its climax, trembling from head to toe.

As the last vestiges of its orgasm fade away, it opens its eyes once more, glancing down at Tarren with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad," it says weakly, voice still rough from exertion. "For someone who wanted me to make them suffer... you did pretty well." With a final thrust of its ass, Scolipede launches itself back into the forest, disappearing into the undergrowth with one last putrid puff of air.

Tarren lies there for a

Scolipede hovered in the air nearby, watching with a mix of surprise and amusement as Tarren struggled to catch her breath. It hadn't expected her reaction; usually, trainers were quick to flee or retaliate after enduring its powerful stink attacks. But this trainer... she seemed different.

With a curious tilt of its head, the centipede pokemon fluttered back down to hover just inches from Tarren's face once more. "Well," it chuckled darkly, "I suppose I ought to thank you." Its many legs twitched impatiently as it awaited her response.

"Thank me?" Tarren squeaked, her voice hoarse from the fumes.

Scolipede nodded. "Yes. For... enjoying my 'gifts' so much," it said with a smile that was equal parts predatory and seductive. "It's not often I find someone who appreciates them quite as much." Its antennae twitched back and forth, curious to see how she would react.

Tarren swallowed hard, the stench of Scolipede still thick in her mouth. She could feel herself blushing from head to toe. "I... I don't know why I liked it," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the breeze. "It just... felt right."

Scolipede hummed noncommittally before asking, "Do you think we could maybe... do that again sometime?" Its eyes glinted mischievously as it waited for her reply.

Scolipede cocked its head to the side, studying her expression intently. For a moment, it considered her words carefully before replying with a slow nod. "Very well," it said softly, almost seductively. "We shall meet again, Tarren. Until then... enjoy the journey." With those ominous words, Scolipede spun around and vanished back into the forest, leaving behind only a trail of foul-smelling wind to mark its passing.

Tarren lay there for several minutes longer, catching her breath and trying to wash the disgusting taste from her mouth. As she finally forced herself to stand up, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of shame and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew that if she ever encountered Scolipede again, things were going to get even more interesting - and messy.

With a sigh, she brushed off her clothes and turned toward the path ahead, determined now more than ever to become the best Pokémon Trainer she could be...no matter what challenges or revelations lay in store for her along the way.

Scolipede floats closer to Tarren, its many legs twitching impatiently as it hovers mere inches away from her face once again. The foul stench emanating from its ass envelops her, causing her to gag and squirm helplessly beneath its weight. With a mockingly innocent expression, the centipede pokemon asks,"Do you really want me to stop?"

As she struggles against the putrid onslaught, Tarren glares up at Scolipede with venomous defiance. "No!" she spits out between gasps for air. The pleasure and pain mingle within her as sweat beads on her brow, tracing paths through the dirt and grime caked upon her skin.

Scolipede's chuckle is soft and seductive as it feels her body yield to its dominance. "Very well," it purrs, lowering itself further so that their faces are nearly touching. The heat of Scolipede's breath tickles Tarren's nostrils as the centipede pokemon slowly releases a stream of foul-smelling gas directly onto her face and into her waiting mouth. Her world becomes nothing but the overwhelming stench, the feel of its warm exhalations against her skin, and the knowledge that she is helpless to resist this perverse power...and loving every second of it.