Glory said that she had a surprise for us when we get back from meeting Thorn's friend so Thorn and I started our journey while Glory seemed to go a different direction. Thorn was a nice friend but I still couldn't figure him out. Yet, so far, Thorn has not only been useful to the group, but also big fun. I playfully tickled his butt again, causing him to spurt a bit. "Why do you keep doing that?" Thorn asked, annoyed. "I'm trying to help. It can't be good to hold all that back, especially when you are also boning.", I said, not lying. Thorn looked between his legs and, indeed, he had an erection going on. He forgot when was last time he had an orgasm. As of late, he was dripping more than just urine. Thorn thinks about this for a second. "Or you're doing it because I'm the only one with a fetish that exploits your own.", he asked. "That's not..." I couldn't exactly say that wasn't my intention, but he was right. Fulfilling Glory's fetish just seemed too weird. Thorn's fetish matched mine so when seeing and hearing Thorn's desperation, I couldn't help but try to make him go. I had a half-erection going on, myself. Whenever Thorn grunted or whimpered from his need to pee, I snuck behind him and tickled him. He would then yelp and spurt another gush of urine. Then scold me while pretending to be mad at me. Suddenly, we were both hit by a horrible Stench. Thorn put his paw to his nose but I couldn't help sniffing it and trying to find its source. I run toward the scent with Thorn reluctantly in tow. "Are you insane?", asked Thorn. The scent belonged to a Skuntank that seemed somewhat distressed. His stomach was very distended, which meant one thing: he was holding for a long time. I look at Thorn. "I'm not going near that thing. If you are somehow immune to him, then go ahead.", he said. I nod, stepping out of the bushes toward the Skuntank. He turns to me and opens his tail as if he was going to spray at me. I back off a bit. When he notices I'm not there to fight, he closes his tail. I try to make contact, with a concerned tone: "Hey, big fella. You're holding a lot, aren't you?" He nods, whining. "But I'm fine. I can hold it.", he assured. But I could tell that wasn't the case. I stepped closer and rubbed his taut belly. He had an erection and mine was stiffening further. Ever since I became a pokémon, I have been feeling very horny very often... And I had no idea that pokémon were such raunchy creatures when left to their own devices. The Skuntank seemed to recoil a bit at the touch, panting. I heard a loud gurgle and a squeaky fart. He seemed to need relief but by the looks of his full erection, he didn't want to. "Do you want me to help?" He shakes his head but his eyes told me the opposite. It wasn't helping that just the thought of making him poop was already giving me a drippy stiffie. In my head, I wanted to do this to be nice but my body seemed to think this was for a dirty reason. I guess it was just because being helpful and being lewd sometimes converge... Unlike Thorn, this skuntank's fetish was like a double edged sword. He liked holding but by the looks of his belly literally almost laying on the grass, he was holding too much. I look at his ass. He was already crowning. That can't be healthy. Even though his erection indicated he was having the joys of a lifetime. Some fetishes can be pretty vicious while also being addictive. Poor fellow. "I'm Mercury." I introduce myself. "... Whiff." He says, His stomach gurgling loudly. His Stench seems to escalate. Thorn, who was watching from afar, can no longer keep us in his field of vision, retreating back to where Glory is. I quickly start softly rubbing his belly and he seems to calm down a bit, though his belly gurgles more... I could feel his body shaking from the force of him holding. He needed to stop holding it, but he seemed to have no power to resist his urge to not relieve himself. It was like I read in a book once: it's easier to fight pain than to fight pleasure. That is absolutely the case here... I softly push on his belly, causing him to let out a few toots. Four to be exact. The crowning was becoming more intense, one could see the poop at the very exit. When Whiff felt it, he clenched it back in. The anus was trembling. My cock was already tingling and dripping, but I ignored it. Help him first then I can indulge myself later. I push in different areas of his gut, massaging. That's how some doctors feel for impacted stools in willing patients. He finally starts to turtlehead. This seemed too easy so I tried a different approach to make it last longer, now forgetting about helping him for a bit and focusing on indulging a somewhat. My paw moves to his ass, causing him to flinch. His cock becomes extra hard. "Aah... haa!!", he yipped, finally reaching a climax as cum starts to spray out. That's one problem solved, I think. The spent skuntank no longer feels any urge to hold it. He can finally let go. Or so I thought. I wonder how his trainer helped him through this. Perhaps it's better not to dwell on that thought for too long... I continue to rub his butt but he still continues to hold it all back, due to being accustomed to the pressure. He even sits down, causing his turtleheaded poop to go back in and prevents me from running his butt. I sigh in exasperation. He had an orgasm, he is not supposed to be doing this anymore. He is going to explode... or have a very messy bedtime if that continues. I go back to rubbing and pushing on his belly but because he is sitting, all it's doing is making him fart a little. I try to tackle him onto his back, by pushing my body at full speed against his distended belly. He is going to poop one way or another! He falls backward with a thud and the force of my tackle causes him to start turtleheading. I didn't have much time so I started pushing hard on his taut belly, causing the poop to go past the point of no return. The poop was soft and not dry, causing it to come out like a mudslide. First a massive turn, then several more. Watching him poop took me over and I could no longer ignore the tingling in my loins for another day. I start masturbating in the grass. Suddenly, before I have my orgasm, I start glowing. Was I evolving? I could feel myself growing bigger and stronger. The light disappears and now I was a Quilava. I think that tackle counted as an attack and so what I did with skuntank counts as battle. I watched Whiff pooping for another few minutes as he finally finishes. He turns to me and smiles. "Thanks for doing that.", he says. "Not a problem...", I say. The surprise evolution made me forget about my penis and it began softening... I guess I could wait another day... "I thought you didn't want me to.", said Whiff. "I noticed that you liked it so I tried to make it last longer for your sake.", I said back, half lying. It was because of him, but also because of me. "Well, thanks for that. If there's anything I can do to repay you, other than making you cum too.", said Whiff. I remember Thorn as still over there, sloshing. I could hear him sloshing from behind the bushes, loud and clear. Another fellow with a vicious fetish. "You can come here, the smell is no longer as strong.", I said, even though the place no longer smelled like skuntank's stench, but now smelled like crap... "Would you like to join my team?", I ask Whiff. Whiff seems to think about it. "Sure and I'll try to keep my Stench to a minimum.", he says. A minimum, though not zero... "Great!" I said a little too eagerly. "I-I mean mean it's great to have another strong Pokémon on the team." I'm sure my sexual interest in his is now very apparent... Whiff and I walk over to Thorn. "Does this mean you won't be bothering me as much?", Thorn asked. I smile. "Maaaaybe.", I say, in a sing-song voice. He sighs. "Come on then. We got a long ways to go.", Thorn says with a tone of annoyance in his voice. Even though he acted like he didn't like it, I knew somewhere in his mind he liked me trying to make him pee. The three of us go to meet Thorn's friend, Thorn a few feet ahead to keep from smelling Whiff. I was glad, a little because I was stronger now and a little because I now had two Pokémon that could play with. - - - - - - - - - - You put the final piece onto the machine and step back, marveling at your creation. You had finally done it. A year and a half of work finally culminated into this: a machine that could transport you into any media that had skunks in it. You were a scientist that specialized in skunks, a science not too many people thought was interesting but you liked it. Loved it even. You had studied everything about skunks and now you were moving on to other types of skunks: the ones you grew up reading and watching since you were 3. You were only 20 something now but adding all the different skunks' dimensions to the machine brought back all the fun memories I had. You fire up the machine and try to decide where you wanted to go first. On a whim, you decide to let the computer randomly choose the location. You grab your bag of equipment and step into the pod. You suddenly feel a little strange as my molecular structure started to shift to the new plain of existence. You close your eyes as the machine does its job. You open your eyes and see you are in front of the elite four building in Shinnoh. You remembered you had used your old Diamond game file for data into the machine. You look at the pokemon in your party and sure enough, it was the same team from back then. You were glad that one of the pokemon was a max friendship skuntank. "Perfect." You say sitting your backpack down and look for the ingredients to make a poffin and pull them out one at a time. You measure out just enough laxative to make the skuntank poop a lot but not too much. You might be a mad scientist to some, but you still had some compassion toward your test subjects. You hoped that the skuntank would hold it for you and not just let it out like most your subjects did. You make the spiked poffin and throw out the Skuntank. He was glad to see you so you did look like a trainer. "Hey, Skuntank. We are going on a little trip together and I want you to do something for me." The Skuntank cocks his head. "I want you to not poop nor pee throughout the entire trip and I'll give you a gift." His ears perk up at the sound of a gift. "Good boy." You give him a little rub on the head and give him the poffin. Skuntank eats it happily. You start on a journey back to Twinleaf town with Skuntank in tow. You didn't want to force the Skuntank to poop. You wanted to watch it hold till he couldn't anymore. After a few minutes, You notice the Skuntank's belly was slowly inflating. That was a good sign. You continue to walk as if you didn't notice. Meanwhile, the Skuntank was already feeling a bit of discomfort in his bladder and intestines. He knew he had to hold it but he didn't know for how long. He had been in the ball for a while now so he hadn't had a chance to go in a while and adding the laxative worsened it 10 fold. You didn't consider that he probably already had to go. An hour later and you could really tell he was holding. The Skuntank was more gassy then usual and he stopped multiple times to prevent a mess. His stomach was huge and taut now and you could hear his bladder was full. You thought about just stopping now and just letting him go but this was too fun to pass up. This was one of the reasons you decided to do this. You walk over to Skuntank and noticed he was already leaking pee. "Wanna stop for a bit?" He nods. You could smell his Stench getting worse so you took this time to pull out a vial and take a small piece of his fur. "Skuntank, use your spray." He was rather confused by this but he opened his tail and let out a small stream of spray. I scooped it up in the vial. I was glad that my research had got me used to bad odors. I labeled them and sat them in my bag. Now I just had to wait for the inevitable. I thought for a bit and had a fun idea. I slowly push on the Skuntank's bladder, causing him to wince and spurt a little pee out. You grab a 3rd vial and catch the pee in it. You might have gotten all you pee you needed but it didn't stop you from trying to make him pee the rest. You push on his bladder more as the Skuntank whimpers. He didn't understand what you were doing but for some reason he liked it. He finally gives up and lets out a jet of pee onto the grass. You watch as the Skuntank slowly relax and almost start pooping. Before he could stop himself, a turd start to push out his ass onto the grass followed by 3 more. He sighs with relief as he bares down and starts pooping more. You take this chance to collect a little of it while he wasn't looking. "Good skunk." I give him a treat. He is a little confused but takes it anyway. "Holding means treats? I should do this more often." The skuntank thought. After he finishes, you return the skuntank to his ball. Maybe after all this, you could come back and do this again but for now, you take the return remote out of your pack and push the button, sending you back to the pod. You immediately sit your specimens in a special area. You couldn't wait for the next trip to make a skunk mess themselves.