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Klara's Knockout Gas

Summary:

Klara is pushed into a corner, about to lose to one of her rivals at the dojo. Unwilling to accept this outcome, Klara decides to cheat by unleashing her secret technique of on her opponent: her huge, nasty farts!

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Klara was backed into the proverbial wall, and she wasn't happy about it in the slightest. She had worked so heard to earn a spot in this dojo, and now she was about to have that spot stolen by some lucky amateur. That was an unacceptable outcome, and Klara would do anything to prevent it, even if it meant using some less than savory tactics.

Her Slowbro was up against her opponent's Crawdaunt, its dark type making it a less than ideal matchup for her psychic-type. With its HP already partially depleted, a few more turns and she would be left without any Pokemon to battle with.

Normally when she wanted to ensure a victory through illegal means, she would scatter poison spikes around the arena. Since her imminent defeat had left her feeling extra spiteful, she decided that an even fouler tactic was in order. She rested a hand to her stomach, feeling it tremble and quake underneath her touch.

"You have no idea what's coming," she muttered mischievously to herself.

"Hey, are you gonna take your turn or what? I've been waiting forever," her opponent shouted from the other side of the dojo arena.

"Just a second!" Klara said. To her opponent's surprise, the Poison-type trainer bent down and faced away from her, so her rather large and appealingly shaped ass was pointed right in her direction.

"I think it's about time I gave my precious Pokemon a break, and used an attack of my own instead!" Klara said.

"I don't uhhh, think you're allowed to do that," her opponent said, though that was about the 5th or 6th weirdest thing going on right now. To add to the strangeness, Klara not only put her ass cheeks on display, but shoved her hands in the crack between them, and pulled them apart, as though she wanted to make sure whatever was about to come out of it had as little resistance as possible.

"She isn't really going to..." the other trainer said in disbelief. She was. Klara was indeed going to subject her opponent to a fart so huge, and so vile that it would force her to surrender.

It was accepted fact among trainers that those favoring a specific type would come to absorb some of the traits of their chosen Pokemon over time. Water-type trainers would become expert swimmers, and those specializing in psychic or ghost Pokemon would gain mental or supernatural abilities respectively. This was not the case with Klara, however. She had actually taken great care to avoid letting her poison-type Pokemon corrupt her cute appearance and demeanor. The dreadful cloud of smog she expelled from her bowels was entirely of her own creation, and frankly, more foul than anything most poison types could hope to produce.

BbbbBBBRROOOOoooorRRRRRRMMMMMbbbBBfFBBPPPPTTTTT!!

Though Klara's opponent was on the other side of the arena, she had the misfortune of being downwind of the poison-type trainer, and as such Klara's nasty cloud reached her in seconds, surrounding her in a thick, musky blanket of humidity and foul odor.

"Ugh, did you seriously just fart on me?" the other trainer cried, fanning her nose to no avail. The smell was almost...sticky, with the way it seemed to sink into her pores and cling to the fabric of her uniform.

"I can hardly believe someone as cute as me could produce something so disgusting," Klara proclaimed. "But you earned it for hurting my precious Pokemon! Now, forfeit immediately, or else I'll treat you to a second round! I have enough gas inside of me to keep this up until you pass out!" she said, punctuating it with a sadistic giggle.