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PEWTER POKEMON TAXIES; GETS YOU WHERE YOU NEED TO GO.

The sign above the firm wasn't exactly glamorous, but on the other hand it was the only public transport in town so there was no need to have a very effective advertisement. The facility was a pretty ramshackle example of a stable, a few holes dotted the walls letting in the drafts and had been there for who knows how long without repair, and it didn't look like it had seen a cleaner since it was constructed. Verona gave a grimace as she approached, her pristine golden red fur of the Vulpix ruffled in what she hoped could pass for indignation if anyone was watching. Typical.. this was really no place for a girl like her, but then again the entire surrounding town seemed filthy. With luck she'd be leaving and arriving back home soon, taking care not to touch anything she entered the building.

A fat Grumpig sat on an ominously creaking chair behind what constituted as a reception, the pens behind him were mostly empty, only a few saddled Pokemon were still available for travellers. He barely took notice of the new customer entering at first, staring idly at the ceiling before a rather loud clearing of the fox's throat forced him away from his daydreaming. "Geh?..." Garret uttered for a moment before looking down at the girl, he almost had to stand up to see her over his desk... Almost had to at least, customers were rarely worth that level of effort before he knew if they were paying or not. "Whut cannai get ya Miss?

"AYE wish to travel to Ecruteak City!" Verona demanded in an accent which made the Grumpig she was addressing raise an eyebrow in concern. "I require the smoothest form of travel available, and need to be at my destination by tomorrow!" And the Vulpix produced a small pouch of coins and up-ended the whole thing onto the table, causing coins to clatter out onto the wood.

The Grumpig was stunned for all of 5 seconds as the money came to rest. He lazily rocked forwards to examine the amount. A lot of pessimistic humming as Garret took an awkwardly long amount of time to count each individual coin, scooting them one by one into a pile. After a while he finished, looked down at the smaller pokemon, inhaling deeply. "Sooo, this all ya got?... Hmm tut tut... Well.. A hundred an' twenny dollars gets you our best ride... and that's to the next town ower... You wanna cross a region?" The Grumpig actually smirked, giving off a chuckle which he took a little bit of joy from the nervous expression his newest customer showed. "You reeeally wanna see what four bucks forty-seven gets ya?"

"W- what?!" She yipped in surprise at how much the amount she'd given had come to. "No! No no no! Count it again you oaf! There should be at least Three Hundr-...." She trailed off slowly as she too looked at the money she'd provided, even without counting, that certainly wasn't anywhere close to the amount she thought she had left.. The Grumpig looked away from the shocked Vulpix for a moment to check back at the pens, it was clear where the better rides were, closer to the reception where he could show them off better. As it got further towards the back they only got slower and especially grubbier. As if on cue, a gust of wind from a loose wall panel near the back sent a horrendous waft of the cheaper rides right the way to the reception. Verona coughed, "This must be a m-mistake!.. Th-The money must be lost.. or STOLEN!.. It..!"

"Eheh.. We git that kinda talk a lot... Fellas wantin' a lot further ride than what's in their pockets can take 'em?" Garret took a long time to stand up off his chair, it almost stood up with him, the huge Grumpig wedged between the arms of the thing before he forcefully freed himself and shoved it back down to the ground... "And I suppose the next thing you'll say is that those were yer life savings what got nicked, meanwhile your dear ol' Ma is lyin' in hospital and you gots to go see her eh?"

"NO!" Verona yelled at the accusation. "I'll have you know there was enough money in there to have bought this entire barn you call a business thrice over! You cannot speak to me in such a manner or I will make do with that notion and have your entire establishment torn down!" The Vulpix held her head as high as she could, still dwarfed by the larger pig looming over her, but demonstrating a confidence much higher than her power over the situation. "There must be some sort of contingency for this travesty.. Perhaps you will give me what I ask for now, and if I find it satisfactory be paid later when I have returned home."

The Grumpig however was not impressed, merely grunting at the rather brash chick, the side of his mouth turning up at the side for a moment as he smirked... Usually he'd just give her back her meagre budget and throw her out... Buuuut... "Well Lass, you got a point. I think I got something which will get ya to Ecruteak.."

The Vulpix puffed her chest up, nose held high as she was satisfied with her victory. "Alright!" She glanced around at the various pokemon in the stable. It was sparsely populated and many of the stalls were empty, but she did manage to spy something which caught her attention. "I'll have that one!" She insisted, her head pointing over in the direction of the sparkling fur of a shiny Gogoat right up closest to the reception where the owner could show off what was clearly the only ride suitable for her. Its fur looked so soft and comfortab-

"Not even if ya 'ad the cash!" Garret interrupted her train of thought with a heavy hand to the back of the fox's head. "That wun's reserved fer folks higher up." He insisted and suddenly gripped her firmly, all but dragging the Vulpix further towards the back of the facility. Her feet very nearly didn't touch the ground as she was swiftly whisked away.

"But-..!" Was all that Verona could get out before the disorienting feeling of being carried caused her to stammer. Stalls past by her in a flash, filled with the various rides the service was offering. Gogoats were just the start of it, there were horses too, all saddled up and bridled ready for paying customers. Ponyta and even a Rapidash, a Zebstrika, two Tauros... She managed to catch the eyes of many of them on the way and found to her embarrassment that every single one of them was staring at her, their eyes flashed away when they saw she was looking back but Verona knew the scene she was making.

She squirmed both mentally and physically at the eyes staring at her, their necks beginning to crane around the sides to their stalls to peer at the unfortunate vixen, Verona was reminded of what she'd seen visiting father's offices, the way the workers glanced out from their cubicles when some commotion was going on.. Only now the commotion was her, and Verona felt suddenly powerless... Where had her money gone?!

It was getting worse too.. and not just the spectators watching her plight..

The air was getting thicker it seemed, and Verona had the urge to cough. It was the earthen smell of something which hadn't been cleaned in such a long time that whatever caused the smell to begin with had slowly dulled and run out of it. Leaving only the constant muddy air which was no place for a girl like her. If this was where her ride was being kept she wanted no part of it, and she tried to pry herself out of the brute of a Grumpig's grip to no avail.

The struggling Vulpix was lifted up off the ground entirely and kept at arm's length by the manager, and she lost sight of the reception as she was lead round a corner. It was an almost abandoned part of the stable which even other ride pokemon didn't want to be close to, and the further away the better for them. And it just so happened that Verona's taxi was right as far back as they could be fitted.

Verona opened her eyes to see where she was, and at first she didn't understand what she was seeing... a huge rounded mass of brown filled her vision, and she blinked as she worked out what sort of pokemon it was... A gargantuan Mudsdale she would barely come up past the ankles of on the ground towered above her, occupying itself lazily with eating the hay from the trough in front of it.

The whole creature was caked in mud, a lot of it so old that it had been bleached white and was flaking off into dust. A tail which someone might have tried to clip and braid at some point long in the past had since grown out into a tatty mess.. Scanning over the whole of what the horse was casually showing, Verona could see that it was male.. Sagging balls hanging out from behind him, the stud's gonads much larger than the usually gelded creatures the Vulpix knew back home, and she actually had to tear her wide eyed gaze of surprise away from them to actually examine the rest of the 'thing' being offered as her ride.

"This 'ere's Duncan!" Garret exclaimed with a tone of... was it... genuine pride?! "I know he ain't fast... or pretty... But he got great stamina and he'll get yer ta Ecruteak no problem!" The Grumpig was grinning... Verona barely wanted to open her mouth to speak, the muddy air could almost be tasted as it exuded from the ground type.

... "Wh..." She started, eyes wildly scanning left, right, up, and down, trying to find any excuse other than the obvious why she couldn't take this hideous offer! ... Hope came when she glanced upwards and realized that while all the other rides in the facility had been fully kitted out ready, Duncan was not at all equipped to take passengers regardless of his cleanliness, and was completely bare as the day he was born.

"This... 'thing'!.. is not suitable!" She yelled as loudly as she was capable of, being carried in such an undignified manner by the Grumpig. "Not only has it not been properly cleaned!.. It has no saaaAAA-!!!".. A rising tone filling Verona's voice as she only got mid sentence before she saw bad going to worse... Dunan's mucky tail swished out to one side to reveal what it was hiding underneath. A fat horse's asshole pointed directly at her, it was soft, puffed out, glistening damp with the humongous beast's sweat.. and worst of all... it was rumbling.

A thunderous Rasp filled the air as the disgusting Mudsdale dropped its cloud of noxious gas, fresh from the source, right at Verona's open mouth. The cloud was so thick that it was visible, a brown haze jetting from Duncan's gassy arse and enveloping the poor Vulpix from head to tail.

The other ride pokemon which had previously had their necks craned around the side of their pens to watch with morbid curiosity, now flinched and grimaced backwards, the sight of the girl being lost inside the cloud testing the limits of their schadenfreude. And even Garret, not known for caring about cleanliness took a quick step backwards to avoid it, holding the girl at arm's length in the line of fire.

The full blast lasted almost 10 full seconds.. The thundering sound of the beast's muscular backside alone causing the windows to rattle. But now it was finally petering out, Duncan's bulging anus smoking with the last of its fumes like a fired gun.

"That was a big one!" Garret exclaimed with almost a look of surprise. "Bin holding onto it fer a week or something?" He asked, giving the air a cursory sniff.. followed by a grimace, running a stable he had grown used to a lingering odor about the place, but even with that everyone knew when the Mudsdale needed to empty himself of his rancid fumes.. Verona in his grip wasn't moving... barely breathing... the gassy assault filling her lungs so potent that she wasn't awake to see the end of it.

There was the sound of a low grumble from the offending Mudsdale, Duncan barely looking up from his trough to answer.. He'd barely even noticed the two had been there.

"Only yesterday eh?" Garret questioned to confirm what Duncan had said, and eventually Garret felt the girl moving again. A bad headache was the least of her problems as slowly she opened her eyes, trying to remember what exactly had happened in the past few minutes.. Wh- where was sh-.. Oh yes she was going home... what.. wha-

"... Where's... the saddle?" She managed to ask, her mind settling back on the last conscious thought she had before the incident, barely able to speak past a whisper. All the confidence she'd shown from before was all but completely drained.

"Ehe... Naw, you don't need a saddle. The way you're travelin' you really dun need to worry about falling off. Yer gonna be ridin' exactly the way ya paid for... The super-economy class as we call it!" .. Even just saying she'd be using a normal economy class would be enough to make Verona grimace, but now as she found the Grumpig's grip shifting behind her things seemed to be spiralling down out of her control. "Now take a deep breath and savor it.. It's only gonna get worse."

Verona wished she hadn't woken up again when she found Duncan's plump tailhole getting closer and quickly.. Garret thrusting the whole girl forwards towards the horse's freshly used exhaust pipe. "NO! Please!" She yipped as she found her nose jammed right up right against the pudgy rear end. The hole was soft, and even somewhat slippery from the horse's thick sweat, the fat sphincter easily stretching around her cheeks. Verona managed to get her paws ether side of the leathery buttocks and pushed, fighting with all her meagre strength to escape her carriage. At best only managing to delay her ride and tilting her head to one side as the anus threatened to engulph her. "I DEMAND THAT YOU LET ME GO!"

"Sorry Missus... Rules are rules and yer don't get cross country trips fer pennies." Garret spoke with a sly smile despite holding the girl as steady as he could, forcing her inside the most fitting ride he could think of for the prissy vixen. He could feel her paws buckling under the pressure, what little strength she had was failing already, and despite her efforts Verona's eyes sank up in past the Mudsdale's muddy tailhole.

Verona opened her mouth to yelp as she felt Duncan's donut sliding past her face... She couldn't see anything in the darkness of his insides and even her voice was muffled by the powerful beast's muscular backside.. Despite the creature having just emptied the contents of his rear all over her moments before, the Vulpix found her compartment to be almost filling back up. A gurgling noise coming from deeper within the equine's bowels as his intestine pumped more of his foul gas into her face, inflating her compartment around her like a balloon.

Verona felt the Grumpig's arm halt its pushing and leave her be. She tried to struggle backwards out of the hole but it seemed like the hole itself which had been so loose to let her enter was now squeezing tightly, forcing her deeper without any more of the Grumpig's intervention. And now she was being swallowed whole by this gassy horse's arsehole and there was nothing she could do to stop it, feeling the damp flesh soaking and defiling the pristine fur of her tails, being slowly funnelled in through the donut.

She found herself fully trapped inside him now, turning round to try and paw at the exit she'd arrived through, only to find it closed.. weak paws barely scrabbling at the sphincter, not strong enough to even fit an arm back outside nevermind the rest of her.

Duncan gave a rumble in his throat as his ass closed around his occupant. He couldn't lie, the feeling of warm fur slipping in through there, of paws pressing at the inside of his sphincter, it felt fun. He allowed himself another go at it, letting his bowels go with another rasping fart, and feeling the fur in there pressing harder against his walls as the girl's confines deflated around her, much to her sudden shifting and futile thrashing... The horse rumbled in his throat, barely audible even to himself.

"Oh it IS 'that bad' Duncan!" Garret yelled back at him. "Cleanliness Duncan! You ain't becoming a higher priority ride until yer get yer act together.. Sort out yer diet.. 'Ave a shower.. Yer know?" He chastised, taking extra note of the exasperated feeling of disgust which radiated from the Mudsdale at the mention of a shower... "An' be careful with the cargo! Don' go blowin' her out until she gits where she wanted te go!"

Duncan shifted, turning around in his pen as he got ready to be set off on his journey. The girl inside him had mostly settled down and given in, not that she really had a say in where she was going to be spending the next few... uhh... There was another low noise from the horse.

"Ecruteak.. At yer pace it'll probably be a good two days trekking.. I want yer back within the week ya hear?" Garret replied as he was busy undoing the back entrance to the stable. "No, I don't care where, just fart her out at the town edge an' leave her to find the rest o' the way." He said, keeping a wide berth from the Mudsdale as it leisurely wandered past him and out onto the road.. This was one ride that Garret wasn't going to hang any advertisements from that was for sure.

He avoided the gazes of the other rides in the stable as he wandered back towards the front desk. For every few of them which snickered and grinned at how he dealt with the more prudish of customers, there was always one or two with judgemental looks he wasn't willing to deal with.. but eventually he reached the desk, and plonked his arse back on the creaking chair...

... A little too heavily. A slight dip further than usual was the only warning he got before the splintering of wood heralded him crashing down to the ground with a thump. The impact causing the Grumpig's gem plugging his navel to suddenly dislodge and burst out... followed by all the coins which it was keeping hidden in there behind it.

GAH!.. He shouldn't have filled his personal err.. piggy bank, quite so full. Fuck.. One hand stopping the spillage from his bloated midrift, the other hurriedly gathering up the fallen money and shoving it into a random drawer for counting later, he eventually managed to get the situation under control and stood up to assess the damage.

The chair was the least of his concerns right now.. The front few ride pokemon closest to the desk were... staring at him..

"What?!" Garret yelled. "Dem customers who just up and throw their wallets at the desk an' ask te' be taken somewhere.. What else is the money which cannet even stay on the table? I call them 'Gracious Tips'!"