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Circhester stadium had become a battleground, wholly and inarguably. The entire arena, from the floor up to the nosebleeds had felt both chill and scorch, alternating between each opponent's attacks. A tremendous blizzard would sweep through, and the audience would button their coats. A fireball would erupt, and the coats came off. It was exhausting just to be there and watch. The agonizing flux of temperature drove many people out of the stands. Those who stayed felt ready to pass out. They couldn't though. They had been into it for too long. They had to see it to the end.

That's what kept Melony, Circhester's gym leader, from throwing in the towel. Her opponent, a fellow who specialized in fire pokemon was just as dogged, although he was far closer to defeat. On the floor was his Cinderace, charred and chilled from the past hour's dueling. He panted hard. The exhaustion was well-written on both his and his master's faces. Everyone in the stadium knew it, themselves included. They were going to lose, but they would be damned before they quit.

Melony and her Lapras were in just a serious condition, though they refused to let anyone see that. Melony was the poster child of calm and collected, something she had trained her pokemon to reflect as well. She was dressed for the environment, wearing a fluffy white coat that buffered her broad, voluptuous body from the icy cold poured into the stadium by the AC. Her skin was brilliantly fair, almost glowing. Her chilly blue eyes were like ice, reflecting her specialty as well as her determination to win. She wore a pillbox fur hat that matched her coat. Spilling down her back was a pompous fan of shiny white hair. Her form and outfit remained in order, but the stress of the past hour had taken its toll. She sweated like a pig, making the fur coat feel heavier and heavier with each passing minute. She had to end this battle now.

Most of the crowd rooted for her. She was a hometown hero, which for such a small, isolated town was hard to come by. Circhester residents paid to come see her win, something she did fairly regularly. This battle, however, was proving a far greater challenge than what she or anyone else was used to. Their confidence in her was still strong, but the thought of her losing was suddenly a very real possibility for them.

That was for everyone except Victor, a year-long ticket holder and without a doubt Melony's #1 fan. He sat in the front row on her side of the floor to her right. He felt the pokemon's attacks just as much as she did, but he did not flinch. His eyes were locked on her, rooting for her, cheering and chanting whenever she needed it, booing whenever she was losing, all the while he admired her beauty raptly. She was his angel. There was no way she could lose, not a woman as magnificent as her.

She thought so too, and intended to put an end to things. “You can forfeit now," she called out to her opponent. Her voice was smooth and kind, almost motherly. She told him like she knew what was best for him. She didn't want to see his Cinderace get hurt anymore than it needed to, nor his pride. The trainer shouted his refusal. Cinderace barked his agreement. Melony shrugged. “Suit yourself." She pointed out at the floor. “Lapras, use surf!"

Lapras made a soft cooing noise, and began its final attack. From the flat surface of the arena floor came an enormous flood, melding into a tide and swelling upwards into a tsunami. It rose, rose, and rose until it reached a crest, bending over forward and barreling straight for Cinderace. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and braced for impact, little that would do for him. The wave hit him like a train, launching him backwards like a paper in the wind. He tumbled head over heels through the surf, kicking and flailing, desperately gasping for air but finding only more water. The surf ended, fanning out across the arena floor and splashing on the visiting trainer's ankles. The water drained, revealing Cinderace to be splayed out on his back, out like a light. It was over.

Victor and the crowd erupted, reinvigorated by Melony's triumph. She sighed with relief and waved to the crowd. Lapras did a celebratory bow as well. The loser absorbed Cinderace back into his pokeball, a bitter but unbroken look on his face. Melony did the same to Lapras, and the two trainers shook hands in the middle of the arena. Everyone clapped for him. He deserved it after giving Melony the best run for her money since her last defeat. Victor was just glad that she won. A win for her was always worth celebrating, no matter how easy or difficult.

The last of the crowd began to disperse. It was close to bedtime for everyone who had work in the morning. Melony was spent. She wanted to go to bed too. Victor wouldn't let her, at least not yet. With everyone filing for the exits, he saw his opportunity to tell Melony how amazed he was. He shot up from his seat and jogged over to her, catching her as she was halfway to the closest exit.

She saw him running over and sighed. [i]This guy again.[/i] “Victor!" She said genially. He was the only fan of hers she knew by name thanks to how many times he had introduced himself. “I'm glad you came today."

He was out of breath from running, but that didn't stop him from chatting her ear off like he always did. “Me too! You were amazing out there tonight! You fought really hard! It looked like he had a chance to beat you, but I knew he wouldn't!" His eyes locked with hers, one of her most beautiful features, two pools of cerulean ice that he got lost in whenever he looked at them.

She smiled sweetly. “That's nice to hear. It's always lovely when my fans show their support, and nobody does it like you do."

He blushed and looked down. He had to peer all the way down to her boots or else she might've thought he was staring at her titanic breasts. “Yeah, you know I'm your number one fan. I swear there's no other gym leader as-" [i]beautiful[/i] “-talented as you are. I could watch you all day. It's so amazing just getting to know you." He looked back up at her, his childish eyes shimmering. “I think I'm gonna start a fan club. I'll be the president. I know some guys who would want to join. What do you think?"

Melony knew plenty of men who were fans of hers, but for reasons separate from her skills as a trainer, as several comments on social media suggested. Victor, though he was awfully zealous, was a breath of fresh air from those types. He was clearly enamored by her beauty, but also seemed to genuinely appreciate her skills as a gym leader. His dedication wasn't something she was used to, nor entirely comfortable with, but he wasn't a creep. The fact that he was so adorable helped him out too. She looked him up and down, drinking in his figure. Her eyes met his, and a smile that he couldn't quite read lifted her plump, pink lips.

“I think that sounds wonderful. You being the president makes perfect sense. Nobody's a bigger fan of mine than you. I would love for you to do that."

His heart soared. He nearly fainted. “R-really..? W-wow… I…" His throat clogged and his face turned red. “Thank you."

“Don't thank me yet, sweety." She held her gloved hand out for him. “Let me show you something."

His heart throbbed painfully, feeling ready to explode out of his chest. He took her hand. She squeezed his tenderly, making his entire body buzz like the wings of a bumble bee. His entire face was beet-red. He gulped. “What are you gonna show me?"

“You'll see. Follow me." She turned around and towed him by the arm to the exit. As soon as she turned around his gaze was sucked into her backside. Melony's ass was a Godly mountain of soft flesh that grinded and swayed dangerously as she walked. She had a rear like a horse. Her colossal haunches bounced and wobbled with each step. Her hips swayed and her thighs brushed each other. Victor's face got hotter. He knew he shouldn't look, but her behind was too spectacular not to. He felt the first inkling of an erection growing in his pants, grinding his penis against the fabric of his briefs. He pulled at the crotch of his shorts, hoping that she wouldn't turn around to look.

She didn't have to. She knew he was looking, just like all the boys did. [i]Don't worry. You'll get an even better look.[/i] They made it through the double door exit which led them to a staircase. She guided him up the steps, letting him have an even closer, more personal view of her ass.

[i]Sniff. Snifffff.[/i]

Victor was hit in the face by a terrific smell, one he couldn't deduce as either bad or good. It was coming from her, practically pouring out of her. It was strong, heavy, and salty. It hardly matched her graceful appearance, it was so raunchy. Her battle had been a long and stressful one. The amount of sweat she shed had proven it. The smell was intense enough to seep its way into Victor's mouth, making it water. He still couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, but whatever the case, he found himself huffing the air incessantly.

They reached the top of the stairs. Down the hall was Melony's bedroom. She took him there and opened the door for him. “After you~"

He stepped inside and was greeted by a room that had totally been whitewashed by a winter theme. The bed was covered by a thick, snowy comforter. The walls were painted white and decorated by shiny glass snowflakes. A fur rug was stretched across the floor, matching the comforter. If Victor didn't know any better, he would've thought he had stepped into limbo.

Melony stepped inside after him and closed the door. He turned around to face her, and saw her walking up to him. She flattened her bosom against his chest. His heart thrummed maniacally. Through her giant tits he could feel hers too, albeit far more contained. She wrapped her matronly arms around his shoulders. She closed her eyes and puckered her pillowy soft lips. She kissed him, gracing him with the decadent taste of her mouth.

He didn't know what to do with himself. He was lucky not to faint right there. He went into autopilot, clumsily locking lips with hers and closing his eyes. His hands reached for the first thing they could find, which was her leviathan ass. He clutched it hard, sinking his fingers into her miraculous buttocks, separated only by the fabric of her leggings. His cock was diamond hard, tenting his shorts and grinding on her tummy.

She giggled into his mouth. She broke the kiss and whispered. “You're excited, aren't you?"

He tried talking, but for several painful moments all he could do was stutter. “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah…"

“Shhhhhhh… It's OK. That's natural. Let me take care of you, OK?"

“O-OK…"

She smiled and pecked his cheek. “You're my favorite fan in the whole world. You know that?"

“Yes ma'am…"

“Good boy~ Now help me out of these clothes."

“Ah, yeah…" He looked down, searching for a zipper or some buttons. There were none. He fumbled for the hem of her coat before she took his hand and helped him. They lifted it off of her together, leaving her in a skin tight shirt that ballooned cartoonishly around her breasts. He grabbed that too and lifted it. She helped by holding her arms up. It revealed an angelically fair trunk, curvaceous and broad. Her tummy was a wavy plain of softness broken only by the crater of her navel. Her skin shone with sweat, the smell of which made Victor's nose crinkle. A black bra kept her breasts contained. She did him the favor of removing it herself, figuring correctly that he wouldn't be able to take it off given his nerves. The clasp came undone, and it fluttered to the floor between their feet. Her tits fell down heavily and with a tectonic wobble. Her nipples were like CD's, a shade of pink just a micron darker than the white around them. They grew stiff and perky before his very eyes thanks to the chill of the bedroom.

While Victor was hypnotized by her boobs she went to work removing her boots. She calmly stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. She bent over and slid them down to her ankles, exposing her tree trunk thighs. She ran her fingers up her juicy legs and rested them on her hips. A white pair of panties sat nestled on her crotch. They were totally see through from all the sweat, showing Victor her fat cunt. He breathed hard through his nose, granting more whiffs of her intoxicating smell. Yes, it was good, he determined, fucking incredible. His penis was stiff to a painful degree, begging for attention. He didn't bother hiding it. She knew how eager she was.

She wanted to see more. “Well, you're not just gonna keep those clothes on and leave me hanging, are you?"

“Ah! No ma'am." He hurried to strip himself, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his pants. The outline of his erection was stark against his briefs. He pulled them down, allowing it to spring free gaily. He let the briefs drop to his ankles. He shivered against the chill of the AC, making gooseprickles erupt across his skin. Though it was cold, his face was burning hot. He saw her inspecting his penis closely and wondered what she thought.

He needn't have worried. She liked what she saw. She swooned her head and fanned her face with her fingers. “Oh goodness. Today's battle was soooo tiring. I'm sweating like a pig. Do you wanna lie down with me on the bed?"

“Yes ma'am," he snapped.

She giggled. “Good boy~" She walked past him to the bed. He watched her closely, transfixed on her exposed ass as it jiggled and shook. She climbed the bed and got on her hands and knees, aiming her tremendous behind at him. She wiggled it back and forth, shook it until the bed seemed ready to break, bounced it like a pair of gelatinous sacks. She dripped across every curve with sweat, saturating the bedroom with her odor. Her skin glistened like a newly shed snake. She looked at him down her back with needy eyes. “Won't you join me, Victor?"

He gulped, feeling a bit intimidated by the raw amount of ass in front of him. No matter how frightened, he wasn't about to back down. He was still her #1 fan. “Yes ma'am." He hurried over and joined her on the bed behind her, eyes glued to her posterior. Being so close made the smell almost unbearable. No matter how strong, it drew him in with exigent persuasion. Eyeing her crack, he had half the mind to bury his face into it and lap up every drop of sweat that he could.

She read his mind. “Do me a favor sweety and get on your back. I've had a long day and I need a place to take a load off."

A nauseous mix of fear and arousal swept him. The latter was more convincing. “Yes ma'am." He lied down and rolled over onto his back. All he saw was the ceiling, until it was totally eclipsed by Melony's Olymipian frame. She kicked her leg over his chest and straddled his torso. With her back to his head, her ass hovered over him like a moon threatening to plummet out of orbit. She took her panties and slid them down to her thigh. He was graced by the sight of her pucker, a tiny pink crater of wrinkled flesh. Cute as it was, the stench emanating from it was disgustingly arousing, hitting his face like a waterfall of sludge. His face scrunched, but his penis throbbed. Nearly as devastating was the smell of her cunt, far more kind but by no means subtle. The feminine juices leaking from her chunky vulva joined the onslaught of her sweat which dripped off the bottom slope of her ass and onto his chest. He had to swallow the saliva that had built up in his mouth. He was famished.

She gave him a teasing wiggle. “Are you ready, sweety?"

“Yes. Please. I want your ass. Sit on my face." He sounded like an orphan pleading for more at the bread queue.

She couldn't help but smile. “You got it, sweety." Down came the moon, crashing into the Earth and pulverizing it. Victor's face went right into her crack. His head was swallowed in its entirety, leaving nothing left of him from the collar up. Her buttocks were soft and juicy, but the weight they carried threatened to smush his head into dust. His head was gripped by her glutes, locking it into place. He had nowhere to go.

“Mmmmmm…" He held onto her thighs and squeezed tightly. His face was soaked with her sweat, singing his nostrils and crackling in the back of his throat. Her tight pucker was pressed against his nose, searing it with her skunky stink. He took deep huffs. [i]Sniff. Sniiiiiff. Sniiiiiiiifffffff.[/i] “Nnnnnnggghhhhh~" Groans and whimpers echoed out from her crack. His hands swam around her smooth ass cheeks, grabbing, squeezing and clawing as they pleased.

Melony murred her delight. “Get your fill, sweetheart. I hope you like it down there~" She knew very well that he did, evident by his boyish moans. She humped, twirled, and twisted on his head, rolling it around effortlessly. She felt the wind suck into his nose across her taut hole. His dank mouth breath brushed across her cunt, making her shiver. “Oh, honey… Mommy likes that~ Ohh…" She laid her hands on his belly and swirled them. Her fingertips slid down to his waist where she found his cock, hard like steel, hot like a forge. He winced at her touch. She stood his member upright. It was nicely thick and arrogant, tipped off by a helmet of hot pink. She stroked it with just the tip of her fingers, enticing more precum and throbs.

“Nnnn… [i]Nnnnnn…[/i]" Victor's toes curled. He wasn't going to last long, he knew it. He focused on the task in front of him and huffed more of that decadent odor. It was filthy, turgid, debaucherous. It branded the inside of his nose and throat like some corrosive gas. He wanted more, more. Luckily for him, there was a lot. It wasn't going away, sitting on his nose and cheeks so hotly that he started to sweat too.

“Ohh, sweety. Are you gonna cum for me?" she asked.

“Mmm-hmmm…"

“Mmm, I know you will. Be a good boy and do that for me~" She gripped his cock in whole. She swerved and rolled her palm up and down his length, urging his climax to the surface. More and more desperate moans eked out from her ass. He couldn't focus on the smell anymore, the pleasure was too intense. He started to vibrate beneath her, until finally he did what he was told and came.

“[i]Hmmmmmmmmggghhhhh~~~!!![/i]" A spurt of cum rocketed out of him, reaching an impressive arc before plopping back down onto his exposed tummy. He jostled and shook, holding onto her thighs for dear life. She kept stroking him slowly and carefully, wanting his sweet climax to last as long as she could make it. He whimpered and struggled all the way up to when the last drop squirted out of him. His chest rose and fell as he fought for air, but all he got was more rancorous ass smell.

“Good boy~ I like that." She pried her ass off of him. His eyes shot open and his mouth gaped for a deep breath. His face was absolutely drenched with sweat, both hers and his own. Glued to his nose was her stench. Even with his face freed from her ass, he wouldn't get his first whiff of purely fresh air until hours later. He loved it. He felt positively wasted. With his arms hooked around her thighs, he nearly pulled her back down on top of him, but he resisted. “I see that you enjoyed it. Have you ever been under an ass like mine?"

He gulped and collected his breath. “No… Oh God… I don't think there's another ass in the world like yours… Holy shit… You're a goddess…"

“Aww, that's sweet." She swung her right leg over him and knelt next to him. She pulled his sweaty bangs off his forehead and kissed it. She could smell her asshole from where it had been plastered on his nose. “That was a very nice thing for you to say. Do you think you can do mommy a favor?"

His eyes lit up. “Of course! Anything!"

She smiled warmly. She didn't expect anything less. She sat up and crawled over to the head of the bed. She grabbed the top of the headboard and jutted her ass back at him. “Eat my ass for me. I know you liked sniffing it, so I know you'll love eating it, won't you?"

“Oh God… Yes~" He crawled over after her, bringing his face level with her glorious backside. He spread it apart and laid eyes on her precious pucker, pink and rosy like something innocent. “So fucking beautiful…" he murmured, just before he stuck his face right into her cheeks.

“Ooh!" Her body jerked as she felt his nose dive right back into her hole. A shiver ran through her. “Ahah… That's it. Eat up, sweetheart." He didn't have to be told twice. He hugged her giant mounds to the sides of his head, holding him in place. He took more deep whiffs, inflating his lungs with that spicy odor.

His muffled voice echoed out of her butt. “[i]Oh God… Oh fuck… Huhhh… Yes~[/i]" He smooched her ring reverently like it was a Queen's. It demanded his worship, and he supplied it fanatically. He dabbed his tongue into it, swirling it into a gentle circle. He felt her muscles tweak and jitter. She gasped softly and murred. He pulled his mouth in closer and slithered his tongue inside. Her taste was as mighty as her smell, shrouding all of his senses and blinding him to the world outside. His tongue went as deep as it could go, wrapping itself with her velvet walls.

“Huhhh~! Yes… Oh, Victor… That's it… Huhhh…" She could no longer deny her quim the attention it demanded from her. Her delicate hand went to her cunt, dipping and squishing her burning hot flesh. A thickish glob of juice fell down to the comforter, adding to the pool of her fluids. “Yes…" She swirled her finger gently. She found her clit, a dainty pearl hidden under a soft fold of wet flesh. She inhaled sharply and moaned. “[i]Ohh… Victor…[/i]"

Victor was unaware of her fingering. He was attacking her rim so savagely that he was convinced that her pleasure was entirely his work. He wasn't too far off. The flicking and jabbing was enough to make her feel like royalty. He was new to such a skill, but was currently passing with flying colors.

Melony's hand went faster. “[i]Huhhh! Oh God. Mmmm. Yes~ Yes~![/i]" Her finger turned into a blur. Her muscles quivered and seized mightily. An orgasm was approaching fast. Victor put every bit of energy he had into bringing it out. He wanted to make his goddess cum. Such a beautiful and talented woman deserved it. It was an honor to be the one giving it to her.

It hit her hard.

“[i]HUUUUUUUHHHHHUUUUUUEEEUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" Melony's back threw into an arch. Spasms like she'd never experienced rocked her entire body like some sort of fit. Her ass clenched on Victor's head. Her blubbery buttocks and thighs shook violently. A gush of feminine waters dribbled out of her cunt and off her still-twirling hand, outdoing even the torrent of sweat she was making earlier. It plipped to the comforter loudly, drowned out only by the wail of her voice.

Victor felt like a hero. With his face still trapped between her buttocks he wore a triumphant smile. He lapped at her hole for the duration of her orgasm. It faded away eventually, and he popped his head out of her canyon. While Melony slumped forward and panted, he kissed around her rump. “Did you like that, Melony?"

Her body jostled as she started laughing. “Ahahahhhhh… Yes sweety… I sure did. You were amazing~" She fell over onto her side and rolled over onto her back. Her legs opened, showing off her splayed open cunt and its pretty pink lining. She rubbed it gently and fingered her nipple. “I wish all boys were as sweet as you~ come here and lay with me."

He hopped on top of her. They were both bathed in sweat. His entire face reeked of her ass. Neither of them minded. They kissed each other on the lips. Hers were soft like plush, his gentle and clumsy. “I enjoyed every minute of that. I'm glad to have you as a fan." she said.

“Yeah. Me too." He pursed his lips. He had one more thing to ask her.

“What is it?"

He cringed, not knowing if it was a good time to ask. “Do you still want me to make that fan club?"

She threw her head back and laughed out loud. “Why, of course, honey. You can make a fan club."

He smiled with relief. “OK. I will."

“But these benefits only extend to you." She kissed his nose. “My #1 fan~"

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