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Lily swivels her hips and rolls her shoulders, limbering up as she gets ready to train. Standing alongside her is Harley, her male Gardevoir, who wears a smug smile as he eyes up his trainer. Lily and Harley have been a team for years now, ever since Harley was just a Kirlia. Back then Lily used to see Harley less like a Pokémon and more like a little brother. She used to love to tease him, subjecting him to countless pranks and taking every opportunity to call him 'cute'. These days, however, all of that has changed. When Harley evolved he hit a growth spurt, and as a Gardevoir he's easily taller than Lily, a fact he never lets her forget. Nowadays Harley loves to get a bit of payback on his trainer. It's not malicious, it even comes from a place of love, but Harley still takes things too far sometimes. It's not like he can help it; Lily just looks so cute when she's angry!

"I hope you're ready to train, Harley," Lily says in an authoritative voice, brushing a stray blonde hair behind her ear, "We've got to stay at the top of our game!"

"Training sounds fun," Harley says slowly, sauntering over to Lily slowly as he towers over her, "but this time, it's my turn to be in charge"

Harley has to lean down to make direct eye contact with Lily, loving the flash of surprise that runs through his trainer's eyes.

"Wha…don't be ridiculous!" Lily snorts after she collects herself, "I'm the master here, you're the Pokémon! Stop kidding around!"

"Who says I'm kidding?" Harley says evenly, continuing to advance as Lily backs into a tree, "I'm stronger, smarter, and faster than you. Clearly, I should be your master" Harley presses his hand against the tree Lily's backed against, leaning over her with an almost hungry expression.

"You're…so full of it!" Lily fires back, her brow furrowed and face red, partly due to her anger at being challenged and partly because of the fact that a tall, handsome Gardevoir is eyeing her up with such an intense stare. Harley nearly loses it at Lily's adorable expression.

"You think I'm not strong? Why don't I show you, Lily, just how strong this Pokémon really is?"

Before Lily can react Harley lunges forward and scoops his trainer up in his arms, and in a flash, his quick fingers get to work.

"What are youuuHuhuhu, Bwahahaa!" Lily squeals, a surge of shock and laughter bursting from her lips as Harley runs his skilled hands up and down her smaller frame, targeting all her most sensitive body parts and tickling relentlessly. Lily writhes and shakes in her Pokemon's powerful grip as her body is wracked with laughter, her face pulled into a demented smile, her eyes darting about as she tries to resist the power of the tickle torture.

"Sss-sshtop!" Lily manages to squeeze out in the midst of a laughing fit, "C-C-Cuut it ou-hohoohoho, Hahahaha!"

"What's that?" Harley asks mockingly, "You want me to tickle harder? Well, if you insist!" The sound of Lily's garbled protest is music to Harley's ears as he neatly pops off his trainer's shoes, pulling her body back against his powerful torso while he reaches for her feet. Harley's fingers are a blur as they work over Lily's sensitive, spasming feet, and he makes sure to trace them over every single inch of the surface of her soles. Lily's body thrashes like a girl possessed, but in the grip of her Gardevoir her efforts are for nothing. His flexible, nimble fingers are perfectly dexterous and agile, able to work even between Lily's clothed toes, the feeling of such a sensitive area being targeted makes the trainer's eyes water as she laughs on and on.

"Bwahahaa!….Heeheheheh" Lily's laughs turn almost guttural as she grits her teeth to try and hold them back, a wide grin now showing as thick tears slide down her cheeks, droplets falling from her chin as she smiles like a crazed clown.

"You know how to stop this," Harley says in a calm yet commanding tone, "just tell me, who is the master here?"

"Nngh.." Lily tries to resist, but her whole body is overloaded, hypersensitive under Harley's hectic tickling, his fingers seem to be everywhere; her feet, her toes, her armpits, it's just relentless. "Y-You are! Y-You're the muh-master!" Lily snorts, her face bright pink as she forces the words out between whooping laughter.

"And who's the pet? Come on Lily, tell me who the pet is?" Harley smiles down at the wriggling, giggling girl, not even trying to hide the glee in his voice.

"I-I-I'm the puh-puh-pet! Hehe ahahaha!"

"There's a good girl!" Harley says brightly and lowers Lily to the ground.

Lily is still twitching as she lays on the grass, wheezing from her forced laughing fit, her face aching and her lungs sore, and despite it all, she still feels the weight of humiliation bearing down on her. To agree to be a pet!? She must be crazy! Lily's cheeks are red with embarrassment but before she can even think of that Harley is over her again. With a soft click, Lily feels Harley fit something around her neck; something firm and..leathery?

"There!" Harley grins as he quickly pulls off Lily's socks, "I even got you a nice new pet collar to wear! Aren't I a good master?"

"Harley you're taking this too far-uumph!" Lily cringes in disgust as Harley stuffs her own socks into her mouth, quickly tearing off a strip of duct tape with a loud Schrrip before pressing the tape over her mouth, rubbing his powerful hand over it to make a perfect, tight seal.

"Mmpphg! Mphmh?" Lily demands as she feels her own sweat-soaked socks getting stuffed into her mouth, the sodden material pressed against her tongue. Lily shudders at the taste of her own foot sweat, totally embarrassed that she's letting a Pokémon treat her like this. Harley doesn't let a single second go to waste.

"Let's begin your training, my pet!" Harley chuckles as he sits on Lily's back, his ample butt more than enough to keep her pinned. Harley targets Lily's feet once more, this time his twitching fingers attacking her soft sensitive bare soles as he unleashes another merciless tickle attack. Lily bites down into her socks inadvertently, squeezing some more sweat over her tastebuds, the inside of her mouth swimming with the taste as she starts to shudder and shake once more, her face a mask of laughter and humiliation as she becomes like putty in her Pokemon's hands. All she can do is hope this will be over soon…

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"Ooh, Lillyyy!" Harley calls out in a sing-song voice as he leans back on the couch, his arms spread over the back of the couch and legs crossed as giddy anticipation courses through his body. In the next room, he can hear Lily grumbling to herself, and in the next instant, it's easy to see why.

"Here I am….master" Lily scowls, wearing the clothes that Harley had secretly picked out for her weeks ago. Lily feels her cheeks burn with humiliation as her own Pokémon eyes her up like she's a piece of meat. After Harley eventually stopped tickling Lily and ungagged her, he brought his 'new pet' back home and insisted she change. Lily had no choice but to agree, leading her to be scantily clad in a skimpy little french maid outfit. It's not just any maid outfit, however; Harley really wants Lily to feel like a true pet, so he made sure to get her a Pikachu-themed french maid outfit. The silky black dress with frilly white trim clings to Lily's body like a second skin, and the skirt that goes with it is cut so short that it's far above knee-length, meaning Lily is involuntarily flashing her panties with every move she makes. The usual white half apron has been replaced with one that is Pikachu-yellow, and in place of the lace headpiece is a wide headband with a cutesy pair of Pikachu ears affixed to it. Sleek white tights are topped with frilly lace, and Lily wobbles uncomfortably as she tries to walk in a tall pair of sleek, black heels. For a girl who's worn sneakers and jeans her whole life, being dressed like this isn't just utterly humiliating it's also hard. With every step she takes Lily's hands wheel in little circles in the air as she tries to stay balanced, and Harley drinks in the look of concentration and shame that's firmly fixed on his former trainer's face.

The finishing touches to Lily's outfit are a large, slightly gaudy Pikachu tail fixed just above the small of her back, and two red circles of makeup that have been hastily scrawled onto her face, one on either cheek, meant to make the wearer reminiscent of the Pokémon the outfit is designed after. In all honesty, the outfit looks pretty tacky. It's way too short, overly frilly, and much too tight for Lily, but that's why Harley picked it. He's been planning this day for ages and it's finally paying off! Lily idly tugs at the pet collar around her neck, but it's locked tight. Even worse, it's clearly a dog collar with a shiny brass tag attached, one that Harley took the liberty of having Lily's name etched into.

"Well my pet," Harley grins as he lets his eyes wander up Lily's body, "be a good girl and give your master a foot rub!" And he holds up his right leg expectantly, wiggling his toes.

".... really?- fine, whatever, a deal's a deal" Lily groans as she slides down to her knees, her face wrinkling at the thought of rubbing her Pokemon's feet like this. She takes a moment to collect herself, giving a half-shake of her head before she wraps her hands around Harley's proffered foot.

"Ah that's good," Harley sighs as he feels Lily's delicate, lace-gloved hands press and rub into his wide soles, her nimble fingers squeezing and massaging his foot pleasantly.

"Don't be afraid to squeeze your fingers in between your master's toes either," Harley chuckles as he flexes his foot, "although I must warn you, my feet are more than a little sweaty, see?" And to prove his point Harley brazenly presses his other foot flat against Lily's face, letting the stink and sweat wash over her as he sighs happily.

"Mmgshfhh!?" Lily's muffled retort comes as her Pokemon's sweat-heavy sole smothers her petite face. Harley's dirty foot more than covers Lily's face, the wide, dirty sole taking up her chin, mouth, and cheeks, while his fiercely-fetid toes wiggle and twitch just below Lily's nostrils, wafting the powerful stench of foot sweat deep up her nose, the putrid smell making Lily's cheeks burn with shame. She can't believe she's huffing a Gardevoir's foot stink so completely, it's like she exists just to be a Pokemon's foot slave! She also can't believe just how potent and sweaty Harley's feet are! It's almost like he's been saving weeks of foot stink, just so he can torment Lily. The smell is so potent that her eyes are streaming, and it's all she can do to keep from gagging. Harley, of course, loves every single second of Lily's turmoil.

As he massages his trainer's face with his wide, sweaty foot, Harley can feel the hot flush of shame and disgust that burns her cheeks. He makes sure to spread and wiggle his toes, ensuring every single hint of foot stink is free to drift up Lily's nose and over her face; he's doing everything in his power to make sure his former trainer's face is literally enveloped in pure, putrid foot odor. He's almost tempted to keep Lily as his foot toy; the feel of her deep breaths inhaling his stinky toe-gas is delicious, and Lily's cute little hands working overtime to please Harley's foot is nothing short of blissful. Still, using Lily's face as a foot mat, while endlessly satisfying, is only the tip of the iceberg. After all, Harley has big plans for his poor little blonde brat of a trainer, and this is only the beginning.

"Aren't you so happy to be under your master's feet?" Harley giggles as he presses his toes against Lily's pouting lips, slipping a couple of them into her soft mouth. Lily can only frown incredulously, a fact that sends a thrill of pleasure pulsing through Harley's body.

"Aww, such a grumpy little pet, aren't you Lily?" Harley chuckles, rubbing his foot sweat down Lily's face in wide, deliberate sweeps, "Seems like you need to learn a little more about your master, isn't that right?"

The flash of anger that shows in Lily's eyes almost sends a laughing fit through Harley. If only the blonde brat knew what was coming.

"Ok," Harley says as he opens his legs wide, sliding his hips forward on the couch slightly, "since you need to learn more about your master, why don't you start by learning my scent?" Harley's eyes twinkle with mischievous glee as he presents his crotch to Lily, his obvious bulge immediately catching her eye and turning her cheeks pink.

"You want me to smell…that!?" Lily splutters, the blonde girl's nose wrinkling as the first waves of Harley's musk wash over her, "you're unbelievable…"

"No backtalk, pet!" Harley growls, wrapping a powerful leg around Lily's still-kneeling frame, "if you keep that up, you'll force me to punish you!". Without another word Harley curls his leg inward, pulling Lily's face into his waiting crotch with a powerful leg lock. Harley's thick, supple thighs and powerful toned legs are as solid as iron to Lily. She has no way to escape his powerful grip, and besides that, she has more pressing concerns to worry about; like the potent Poké-bulge pressed tight against her face and nose. Harley's large, twitching bulge is warm against Lily's face, easily encompassing her lips and chin while still sitting tight against her nostrils. Harley's entire crotch is so flush against Lily's vexed face that her nose is even pushed back slightly so that actually trying to wrinkle or twist her nose gives Lily no relief from Harley's musk. In fact, it just makes it seem as if Lily is nuzzling the Poké-bulge with abandon, a fact that Harley savors. He can feel every annoyed snort and angry inhalation that leaves poor Lily's quivering nose, and with the rest of his crotch totally flush against her face, Lily is unable to breathe through her mouth, meaning she has no choice but to breathe Harley's potent scent.

"That's it, Lily," Harley chuckles as he looks down at the blushing mess of blonde wedged between his powerful legs, "I know we've been training so hard for weeks now, so I made sure to save up alll my stink and musk for your pretty little nose! I almost weakened a few times and had a shower, but seeing how my musk makes your eyes water makes it all worth it!"

"Hrrmmrh!" Lily grumbles as her nostrils are coated with Poké-musk. The smell was already strong enough when Harley first opened his legs, but this close it's been multiplied tenfold. The heavy whiff of Pokémon crotch is so overpowering that it could be cut with a knife, the pent-up musk has passed from a gas into a solid in Lily's mind, that's just how powerful and intense the smell truly is. Lily's eyes roll back in her head, her eyes streaming and cheeks burning red as the heavy, heady, endless waves of pure Poké-musk waft up her nostrils, down into her mouth, filling all her senses. Lily's so drunk on musk that she can almost feel the fierce scent seeping into her brain. One thing is for sure; Lily's been truly scent-marked by Harley's powerful musk now, there's no way she'll ever forget his smell, no matter how long she lives. All of a sudden, Harley opens his legs, releasing Lily's head, and her body slumps to the ground weakly, her chest heaving as fresh air fights to cut through the lingering stink with limited success.

"Sorry, leg cramp!" Harley chuckles, but Lily's in no mood for his jokes.

"What the hell is your problem!?" She scowls at the giddy Gardevoir, "When this is over I'm going to kick your ass!"

"Well now, is that some lip I detect?" Harley answers, and Lily feels a wave of unfamiliar energy wash over her body, "Now I'm going to have to punish you!"

"What are you say-Eek!" Lily lets out a squeal of shock as she feels the back of her dress and panties bunch up tightly, seemingly on their own. In the next instant, Lily feels herself being swept off her feet, and her buttcrack burns with hot pain as her dainty panties are wedged deep between her cheeks in a crushing wedgie.

"S-S-So immature!" Lily whimpers as her butt throbs, the weight of her body hanging on her panties like a fish on a line, the act only forcing the wedgie to cut even deeper.

"I warned you not to talk back to me," Harley sighs as he brazenly gropes Lily's exposed buttcheeks, pleasantly surprised that such a hard-ass trainer has such a soft posterior, his thumbs massaging little circles into his pet trainer's supple cheeks, "I think giving you a telekinetic wedgie is letting you off easy!"

"N-No! I've uh.. totally learned my lesson!" Lily hisses through gritted teeth, her crotch and crack red raw under the powerful wedgie, the elastic of her panties so stretched Lily can practically hear it creaking. Harley meanwhile is so focused on feeling up Lily's ass that he's only half-listening. He grips a cheek in each wide, strong hand before speaking again;

"Brats like you only learn one way: Spare the rod, spoil the child!" And with something akin to a manic chuckle Harley raises his hand high up in the air above him, swinging it down in a blur of force and speed, his open palm connecting with Lily's soft buttcheek with a loud Smack!

"Yeowch! Ouch ouch owww!" Lily whimpers as her buttcheek smarts from the powerful spank, but Harley is just getting started.

"That was barely a….tap!" Harley punctuates his last word with another sweeping spank on Lily's exposed butt, making sure to spread his hand wide, his solid palm sending a shockwave shooting through Lily's body. Another yelp of pain escapes from Lily's lips as her body swings like a piñata, the sound of Harley's hand connecting with her sensitive butt mixing with the yelp to make a kind of humiliating crescendo that fills Lily's ears. The sound is too much for Harley; with a guttural chuckle, he rolls his shoulders and loudly cracks his knuckles, not even pretending to give Lily any warning before he unloads a flurry of flat-handed spanks to her helpless exposed rear. Lily squeals and squirms under the sadistic spanks, her legs spasming and body convulsing as smack after smack connects with her already-aching butt. The pain of her wedgie soon feels like a relief compared to the ordeal her ass has been through. Finally, even Harley has to stop to catch his breath.

As he draws in deep, satisfying breaths, Harley just takes a second to drink in his handiwork. Lily's butt is as red as a stoplight now and covered in countless handprints, each one recognizable as the Gardevoir's own. Harley feels a smile tug at his lips as he gropes Lily's throbbing ass in his hands, chuckling as he matches his own hands over the bright red prints he's covered his former trainer's cheeks with. Lily just moans weakly, her butt and crotch feel like they're on fire, and feeling Harley greedily grope her isn't any better. The Pikachu tail that was attached to Lily's humiliating outfit is scuffed and crooked now, and atop her blonde hair, the Pikachu-ear headband sits at an awkward angle, making Lily look even more ridiculous than before as if that's even possible. For Harley, seeing his trainer in such a sorry state is like a dream come true.

"Well my pet," Harley says as he gently lowers Lily to the ground, finally releasing her from the psychic wedgie, "there's just one last thing your master wants from you…. I want you to sniff my butt!" And the Pokémon turns on his heel to show off his thick, bubble butt, the impressive bulk of his buttocks wobbling as he shakes his hips teasingly.

"What?" Lily snaps, "You're crazy, there's no way I'm getting anywhere near your stinky ass! I already had to smell your gross crotch and sweaty feet, this is where I draw the line, Harley!" Lily crosses her arms firmly, a stern expression on her face that is the pinnacle of cuteness for Harley. Even still, he can tell his trainer means it. Luckily, he's planned even for this eventuality.

"Oh my, aren't you grumpy?" Harley sighs in false dejection, "I think I know just the thing to cheer you up!"

Lily looks on in confusion as Harley retrieves an as yet-unseen cylinder, and, with a twist, opens it to reveal shimmering, bright-green lipstick. Harley shoots Lily a wink before pressing his lips together and lifting the lipstick, applying it with expert speed and precision. Within moments Harley's lips are coated in the slightly garish green makeup, and Lily is just as confused as ever.

"Harley," Lily says as her Pokémon does a few practice air-kisses, "What are you doi-Eek!?" The question dies in Lily's throat as Harley pounces, his hands clasping the protesting Pokétrainer under her arms, lifting her short body off the ground and bringing her to eye level.

"Mwwaah!" Harley smiles as he brings Lily close, planting a long, loud kiss on her cheek, the action leaving a wide green lipstick mark that stands out all the more against the embarrassed blush that floods Lily's face. The next thing she knows Lily is totally overwhelmed by a wave of Gardevoir smooches. Each kiss is long and deliberate, leaving a trail of lipstick kisses that pepper every part of Lily's body. After a while, the confused blonde is more lipstick marks than trainer, and Lily's whole head is awash with the thick, almost offensively-bright glare of Harley's enthusiastic smooching. Of course, Harley saves the best for last.

"Harley!" Lily gasps under the flurry of affection, "would you cut it ou-ffhh?" Lily's voice is muffled once more as Harley's lips finally connect with his trainer's. As the Pokémon locks lips with her Lily is totally caught off guard, not least by how deep and passionate the kiss is. Harley holds Lily steady in his arms as he bows her body slightly, leaning into the kiss and giving it everything he's got. For a moment it's pretty pleasant for Lily, almost peaceful, but then Harley makes his move. As Lily stares into Harley's eyes, half-stunned with shock, she sees them flash without warning, a flash she's all too familiar with, as Harley's trainer. Her body goes rigid, like a puppet on a string and Lily can feel the smug smile that creeps over Harley's face.

"Aaah, theeere we go!" Harley chuckles as he finally breaks the kiss, gently setting Lily standing upright, "Now wasn't that just what you needed, my little pet!"

'Go to hell!' Is what Lily wants to say, but she feels her body chuckle and her lips draw up into a smile. "You're so right, master!" Lily hears herself say, "I feel soo much better now!" This confirms it; when Harley's eyes flashed a moment ago he used Hypnosis on Lily. Even though her thoughts are her own, her body and her words aren't. Until the effect wears off, she really will be Harley's pet, in every sense of the word.

"Aww, you're such a good girl!" Harley chuckles and he pats Lily's head demeaningly before turning his back towards her once more, displaying his butt to the hypnotized trainer, "why don't you be a good girl and sniff and kiss my ass? In fact, while you do that, I want to hear how much you adore my Poké-butt! Think you can do that sweetie?"

'Harley you total jerk!' Lily screams inside her mind, but all she can do is watch as her body giggles excitedly, even clapping its hands before her lips are pulled back in another giddy grin, "Ooh, I can't wait to bury my face in your lovely stinky Poké-butt master! Your fat cheeks are just sooo perfect!" And Lily's body kneels, her hands reaching out to grope and massage Harley's bulging bubble butt.

'Oh this is so embarrassing!' Lily cringes internally as she feels Harley's soft buttcheeks easily overfill her greedy, groping hands, 'It smells so bad down here already, but I can't even cover my nose! Stupid hypnosis!' In the next instant, things get immeasurably worse for poor Lily.

Fsssth!

'What was that- oh..oh my God!' Lily tries to recoil as the hot air of Harley's faint fart brushes against her face; at this distance, she easily catches the worst of it. Lily's body, however, won't let her off that easily.

"Mmm, something smells gooood!" Lily's voice chirps dimly, and Lily's silent internal protests go unheard as her hypnotized body leans forward, her nose twitching as she purposely draws in deep, full breaths, inhaling the stink of Harley's fresh fart eagerly.

'Ohmigod, I can't believe it!' Lily groans as she feels her nostrils fill with the hot stink, but her body just thrills in the aroma. Whatever Harley did to Lily, in her hypnotized state she's truly obsessed with farts.

"Oopsie!" Harley chuckles playfully, "It seems like master is a little gassy today!"

"Ooh I hope so!" Lily's body responds, and with a shudder of disgust Lily realizes she can actually feel drool starting to form in her mouth, "I want you to keep feeding me your lovely farts master!"

'Harley, you better not even think about it!' but Lily's internal monologue does nothing to discourage Harley.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harley grins, "I'll see what I can do!"

"Yaay!" Lily's body replies and Lily can only watch in disgusted horror as her hands reach forward to grip Harley's cheeks once more, but this time she actually parts them.

'Oh…hell' Lily groans glumly as Harley's tight butthole comes into view, her hypnotized eyes locked on the twitching sphincter like it's some mystical treasure. Lily's head moves forward, deep between Harley's cheeks, and it's not long before the trainer's whole skull is encompassed in two mountain-like mounds of soft, jiggling ass flesh. A buttcheek sits on either side of Lily's head, and the bulk of Harley's buns is so exaggerated that she doesn't even need to keep her head propped up anymore, the full wealth of Harley's ass is enough to keep Lily's head firmly in place.

'How does your ass smell so bad already!? When's the last time you washed, you freaky Gardevoir!?' Lily growls to herself as her head is swamped by the thick, fierce, odor of Harley's stinking butt-musk. Unfortunately, in her hypnotized form, Lily's body huffs and sniffs and snorts the foul odor like her life depends on it, never taking a break until all that Lily can smell and taste is stale Poké-butt. Of course, it only gets worse. Lily's body has been pushing her head forward this whole time, deeper and deeper into the depths of Harley's buttcheeks, and the reason finally becomes clear. All at once, Lily feels her body stop short as her nose presses against…something. Whatever it is she's pressed against it feels kind of warm…a little round maybe and…it's twitching, a bit like…

'Oh nooo!' Lily moans to herself, 'Please don't tell me I have my nose pressed against a gassy Gardevoir's butthole right now!'

"Mmm, master, your tight butthole smells so nice! I wish I could just huff your Poké-butt alll day and night!"

'....dammit' Lily would blush at the shame and embarrassment of it all, but her hypnotized body seems to exist only to smell Poké-farts and brag about how much she loves them! Harley is never going to let her live this down.

"Can you feel my butthole flexing against your nose, pet?" Harley asks as he looks over his shoulder, clenching rhythmically.

"Yess, your lovely smelly butthole is right against my nostrils!" Lily's body giggles dimly.

Harley takes a second to enjoy the sight of Lily's head buried in his ass, tufts of her glossy blonde hair poking out here and there, the blissful look in her eyes is absolutely intoxicating.

"Well, my little fart-slave, this is my gift to you!"

'Harley don't-'

Prrrrbbbttttt!!

Even if Harley could hear Lily's protest he wouldn't have stopped anyway. The sound of his low, deep, long fart is muffled against Lily's skull. The hot, rancid air is forced straight down Lily's nose like a hurricane, the force of his fart easily floods Lily's senses and mind. Every inch of her nasal passage is filled beyond overflow with pure, potent, powerful Poké-farts that seem to blast through Lily's nose for ages. Harley bows forward slightly, grunting, to force as much gas from his body as he possibly can. His stomach gurgles maliciously, the guttural groan almost as loud as the extended fart, and he squeezes and presses the lower part of his belly. Even more farts are forced out and Lily's pharynx is so clogged with stinking gas that it flows down into her mouth, washing over her tongue, infusing her gums, everything with Harley's fierce farts. As the last few spurts of pent-up flatulence ripple through Lily's nose and mouth with a resounding prbt prrt plbbt! her jaw hangs open dimly, her lips rippling as Harley's gas blasts through them.

'..GH…g..g..g..God!...oh….g.g..g.gg..' Lily literally can't think, she can't form a coherent thought as she tries to recover from the fart attack Harley unleashed on her. Her tastebuds burn with the taste of his butt burps, her blonde hair is a mess, tossed about in the winds of Harley's buttocks, and her nostrils are so stuffed with his ass odor Lily knows she'll be smelling Poké-farts for weeks after this.

"Oh…..wow!" Harley huffs heavily, wiping his brow, "I was NOT expecting that! I've been planning this little surprise for weeks, I guess I must have accidentally saved up weeks of farts for you Lily! I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not master!" Lily's body says, her eyes dim and blissful despite the fact they're watering from the stink, "I don't want you to fart anywhere else but on me, or in me, from now on!"

Harley chuckles in agreement, his cheeks shuddering around Lily's head as he does.

'Ugh, this is literally the worst thing I've ever smelled!' Lily laments internally, not even able to gag or recoil from the stink, forced to soak in it, 'I don't know what I've been feeding Harley to make him fart like this, but it's obviously a mistake!' Suddenly, Lily's body moves again, her hands gripping Harley's cheeks as she spreads them once more.

"Hii Mr. Butthole!" Lily's body giggles airily, and a tremor of disgust grips Lily as she watches her body lean forward, she feels her lips pursing and…

"Mmmmwaaah! A lovely kiss for my favorite butthole!" Lily's body sighs happily, the taste of Harley's butthole strong enough to cut through the lingering gas that still surrounds her.

'How does Harley's butt taste soo much worse than it smells!?' Lily asks herself as the taste lingers, genuinely surprised at the difference. Her hypnotized body doesn't give Lily a second's rest. Instead, it gets back to work; lovingly smooching the Gardevoir's twitching, pulsing butthole like it's an old flame, and all the while Harley relaxes into the sensation, speaking aloud to himself;

"Hmm, it's actually pretty fun being your master, Lily. There's so much we could still do together! I can make you fight wild Pokémon as we travel the world, or fight other trainers with you…I bet if we entered some Pokémon contests the crowds would just love to see you! If you're a good girl I might even let you stay out of your Pokéball! Although in some cities I'd probably have to keep you leashed. Still, with you as my pet, we'd fill the Pokédex in no time!"

A loud gurgle interrupts Harley's musings, and Lily tries to prepare for the worst. Her hypnotized body is thrilled. Leaving no time to waste Lily's body moves forward, pressing its lips closed around Harley's butthole, creating a perfect seal between Poké-butt and former trainer mouth.

'No..you can't!'

Prrrrbbbttttt! Ppppbbtt!

Two farts explode out of Harley's butthole like shotgun blasts, making Lily's whole head rock with the force as her tongue flaps to the side, warm gas coating it instantly. Lily's eyes are already watering when-

Prrrrbbbbbbbtttttttt!!!

Harley bends over again, gritting his teeth as he pushes harder than ever before, forcing out farts that he didn't even know were inside him, pent-up gas buried so deep inside that it's truly festered, creating a thick, solid, fetid stink that soaks the inside of Lily's mouth. As the endless farts are pumped down Lily's throat she can literally feel her lungs get filled up, the organs swelling with Poké-farts, as Harley's most rancid and stinky gas yet buries itself deep inside Lily. If she could faint, Lily would, but her hypnotized body loves every stinky second, sucking at Harley's gassy butthole, anxious to get every single spec of stink.

"Phew! I did it again!" Harley says as he turns to address Lily, "Somehow knowing you're my fart slave just makes it all come out so much easier!"

Lily's hypnotized body just smiles at the words, unable to speak as she's clamped her mouth shut to hold in Harley's farts, her cheeks ballooned up in a bizarre fashion, her insides infused with Gardevoir gas.

'Harley,' Lily thinks to herself as she literally stews in Harley's stink, 'as soon as this hypnosis wears off, I'm going to punish you soooo bad….right after I have about a hundred showers and drink a few gallons of mouthwash!'