One Dirty Gator
One Dirty Gator
When most people saw Feraligatr, they saw a gruffand ferocious aligator-like pokemon who could chomp their limbs off like slim jims. Conversely, Feraligatr had no real desire to chow down on people; he just wanted to stuff his reptillian gut with fish and especially skunk cabbage by the swamp he lives in.
As a result of his unique diet, Feraligatr was one gassy gator. One of his favotrie things to do was use his gas to hunt fish of all types. What he would basically do is submerge his body into the water with only his head sticking out. He would wait for some good-looking fish to swim by, and after making sure his bowels were fully charged, a slew of bubbles would arise from his submerged anus. Feraligatr's eyelids would lower in relief, and the bubbles would gradually get more frequent and bigger. Fish would arise to the surface immediately, sometimes even in dozens. When he could fart no more, the blue gator would gather as many fish as he could from his hunt and greedishly eat them all.
One day, a Pokemon trainer decided to move into a cabin by the swamp. He was constantly noisy; as he was always training by the swamp. Needless to say, Feraligatr was not happy with his rude neighbor, so he decided to gather some extra fish and cabbage for a little payback.
As soon as he gathered enough fish and skunk cabbage, Feraligatr ate it as fast as he could; he wanted to make sure it was all in his bowels by the time he pulled off his payback. As soon as he stuffed himself with as much as he could, Feraligatr headed off to the trainer's cabin.
It was late afternoon, and all of the trainer's pokemon were in their pokeballs for the night. Feraligatr had been spying on the trainer for a few days now and he knew that without his pokemon, the trainer would be 100% vulnerable.
The trainer decided to go fishing that afternoon for some Magikarp; he was planning on selling the eggs for some quick cash. After throwing the line in, he waited for a bite to arrive. After a few minutes, his line began to wiggle.
"I got a bite," said the trainer in excitement. He immediately reached for his reel and started reeling in his catch. On the other end though was quite a surprise.
At the end of the line with a chrused hook in between his indestructable teeth was none other than Feraligatr.
"Chimchar, attack!" After realizing he had no Pokemon to attack with, the trainer immediately dropped the pole and ran into the cabin with Feraligatr running after him. The trainer ran inside the cabin and closed the door immediately, only to have Feraligatr sneak through at the last second. The trainer fumbled backwards and braced himself for a supposed attack. However, to his surprise, the Feraligatr did not charge after him. Instead, the big, blue gator squatted, facing his fat butt towards the door. After making two fists, the Feraligatr loosened his bowels and widened his anus. First came a loud, flapping fart that gave a rather repugnant, fishy odor. His wet, swampy butt cheeks made the fart nice and juicy, and the aroma rather disgusting. Impressed with his odor, Feraligatr lowered his snout between his knees to take a big whiff. He sighed and squatted even lower to release some more gas.
The next round of flatulence was much wetter, and a fresh wave of musky bubbles erupt from the gator's stinkhole. The sound was similar to bubbles of slime violently bursting out of a deep pit. The smell was equally reulsive, as the odor was reminiscant of a horse's ass dipped in skunk spray. As a bonus to the flatulence, several froplets of shit prinkled the whote door with a not-so-subtle beige.
The combined odor and sound was enough to bring the trainer to his knees. He couldn't run away and he had no pokemon to fight for him, so he just had to watch in disgust as Feraligatr soiled his door.
At this point, Feraligatr got on all fours and pressed his bubbly ass cheeks against the door, smearing the shit droplets around. With his scaly cheeks spread, Feraligatr squeezed out a fresh log that smushed against the door.
This squishy log turned into a coiling paste that imprinted a permanent brown stain on the white door. With some additional gas leaks, Feraligatr's nasty, fat, blue ass pumped out a consistent ammount of slurry with seemingly no stopping. Swishing his cheeks around, Feraligatr managed to make his bowel movement smell even nastier and paint a nice brown smear on the door to boot.
Being from a swamp, Feraligatr loved the feeling of warm mush on his bottom. In fact, he would often sit in his own excrement while pooping to enhance the experience. At the moment, the poop constantly pumping out of his rump was warm and gushy. It gave Feraligatr the idea to dip his butt into the slurry piling up ath the bottom of the door. The feces seeped into his crack and anus, giving him a warm, soft feeling to relax himself with. He even let out some more farts in the process, which created nasty bubbles in the poop pile. These bubbles splattered an even greater ammount of feces on the door, making it look like some sort of abstract painting.
With a shit-covered ass and a bubbling colon, Feraligatr decided to take his bowel movement to the next level. Felling a wave of hot diarrhea coming his way, Feraligatr took a few steps forward and lifted his drippy ass into the air as high as he could. He gave one more grunt and pushed.
A hose-like stream of diarrhea sprayed everywhere onto the door, and Feraligatr was in complete control. The flow was occasionally stemmed by gas bubbles, but the stram was overall consistent. To the trainer's continued horror, Feraligatr waved his ass back and forth, creating a repulsive, brown zig-zag on the door.
Naturally, Feraligatr was in absolute bliss. To him, there was nothing to beat letting a nasty wave of dung out of his system with a shit-coated ass. The warmth and tingle pleased Feraligatr to the point where not only did his eyelids lower, but he sprouted a bit of a boner as well.
The smell finally overwhelmed the rude trainer, and he passed out. A few more fhoots and toots passed by before the diarrhea stream finally died down. Feraligatr looked at his work and grinned before heading back to his swamp to wash his ass in the filthy water. He knew that the trainer's cabin would be completely uninhabitable after his anal-evacuation, and he was right. The trainer took his Pokemon and left the next day, leaving Feraligatr to peacefully fart and poop as much as he wanted in his swamp. He was certainly one dirty gator.