Mickael was a young man, a tough and reliable Pokémon trainer who was able to overcome all eight gyms of the Kalos region with his loyal team. His most prominent Pokémon was his Tyrantrum he named Malik. Malik was quite special in that he was a shiny variant Tyrantrum and was twice the size of a normal Tyrantrum. The Tyrantrum was the spearhead of Mickael's team, smashing through the opponents Pokémon with ease thanks to Malik's ability Rock Head which allowed him to use strong moves that would normally cause recoil damage without any repercussions.

Malik and Mickael had just finished making their way through Victory Road, now seeking to challenge the Pokémon League for the champion title. The sun had set hours ago and now the moon was waning in the night sky, they had taken quite a long time to make it through. Mickael figured this would be the perfect time to set up camp near the treelines and let his team rest up. He could always challenge the league tomorrow. "Come on, Malik!" Mickael called out to his Tyrantrum. Malik smiled back at his trainer, who began setting up a camp for the night.

He watched as Mickael pitched a small tent, no way would Malik be able to fit in there! The Tyrantrum frowned at the realization, he did not want to sleep in his pokeball, he wanted to sleep with his master. They had always slept together since he had evolved no matter what, but now when the most important part of their journey was tomorrow he has to sleep alone? This was unacceptable in the dino's eyes.

"All finished!" Mickael announced, sighing in relief. "What do you think Malik?" Malik whimpered in reply. The trainer tilted his head in confusion, what was wrong with his partner? He walked up to his Pokémon and rubbed his muscly thigh, "Hey, what's wrong buddy?" he asked. The Tyrantrum looked over at the tent with a glum look on his face, hinting at the reason for his sadness. Mickael looked back to the tent, seeing as it was a cause of concern for his dino pal. It had been awhile since they slept separately.

"It will be okay Malik, i'll be right next to you." he assured his Tyrantrum, hugging his leg the best he could, who in turn purred at his master's comfort. "I'm going to set up a campfire, so we can keep warm for the night." Mickael stated, walking away from his pal. The human spent a few minutes setting up the campfire, gathering the wood to fuel it and stones to ensure it would not spread to the wilderness around the and lit the campfire using a match. "Ahh, much better." the trainer sighed, sitting down next to the fire.

Malik looked down at the fire his master had built with a puzzled look. He did not need this to keep warm, his scales always kept his body temperature at a comfortable level. His trainer however, did not have scales to keep him warm, nor did he bring a sweater with him. This will not do at all, this puny fire would not be able to properly keep his trainer warm! A light bulb lit up in Malik's head, maybe HE could keep his master warm for the night. Yes, that way he can also sleep with him! He walked directly up to his master.

"You okay Malik?" Mickael questioned, looking up to him, but his partner did not answer. Malik simply turned the opposite way of him and brought his massive posterior into view. Mickael looked up in awe at the sight, "M-Malik? What are you doing?" Mickael stuttered, nervous about what his Pokémon was doing. Malik's legs bent down and his haunches were falling down towards him. "Malik wait!" he shouted, putting his arms up in vain to catch the dino flanks until the rump came down top of him with a might [b]*WHUMP*[/b]

The Tyrantrum again purred as he settled his half-ton body on top of his trainer. Now he can properly stay warm for the night. Following up his perching, Malik began to wiggle his hips in circle, ensuring his master would get maximum warmth from his bum. Don't want to leave a job half finished after all. He could feel his trainer's faint struggling and mumbles beneath his weight making him a bit concerned for his well-being. Surely this would do him no harm, after all his master was the toughest person he knew, no way would a fat Tyrantrum ass do him in.

Meanwhile, beneath said Tyrantrum ass, Mickael was covered from head to toe beneath it. The scaly cheeks crushed him with such pressure that he could feel himself compress beneath it and literally flatten. His head delved deep between his partner's cheeks and shoved face first up against dino anus. It was slimy, wrinkly and most of all, smelly as fuck. No amount of wrestling would give him out from under there, especially with his now flattened form. At the very least it could not get any worse than this, although they did have Tauros meat for lunch, but there's no way it would have digested already. Right?

[b]*GGRROOOORRMMM* [/b]

'You just had to speak up didn't ya?' Mickael yelled to himself in his head. PPBRRRRRLLLLLTT! Hot steam was released from Malik's bowels and straight into Mickael's vulnerable face. Mickael winced as the meaty stench stung every one of his senses. He opened his mouth to cough out the wretched stink only to be met with a second fart travelling straight down his throat. 'Fuck!' Mickael screamed in his thoughts. Had he known Tauros meat would make his gas so unbearably foul, he would have opted for some berries.

As Mickael was being force-fed juicy dino toots, Malik was gradually falling asleep, completely oblivious to his master's situation. All he believed was that his master was comfortable and safe beneath him, kept warm by his gas and scaly body. They were able to sleep together rather than just the trainer sleeping alone in that damned tent. While Malik loved his master and respected his wishes, he too had needs that had a bit more priority.

FRRRPPPPTT! BRRBBBLLLLPP! What must have been fart number five and six sprayed Mickael's face and already he was hardly able to stay awake. While one might think that Mickael is weak for becoming woozy over just six farts, one must also remember that Tyrantrum farts on their own are more foul than that of a Skunktanks. Adding his above average size to the mix along with some old meat and you've got yourself a practical sulfur bomb with enough potency to make even Arceus himself faint from only a mere whiff. It wasn't long until fart number seven came along to put Mickael to a deep slumber.

The Tryantrum woke up from his sleep, squinting his eyes from the warm morning sunlight. A wonderful nap he had with his master. Malik spewed out another stinker as his way of saying "Good morning" to Mickael, before he stood up from his seated position seeing as it was now warm out and the warmth of his scales was no longer needed, but when he looked back, his trainer was not there. Where did he go? "MMMMMPPHH!" A muffled groan was heard by Malik, the same groan he had heard last night. His master was stuck to his butt! At first the dino panicked, spinning and running around trying to get the human off him believing he might have hurt him, until he heard him speak.

"It's okay Malik, it's okay." Mickael announced. Malik stopped his panicking as he listened to his trainer's words. "Don't worry boy, I'm fine back here. In fact, I'm kind of having fun." Malik turned his head in confusion, similar to how his master did. What did he mean by having fun? All he did was sit on him, unless he meant... BRROOOOPPRRT! "Yeah, just like that Malik." the trainer replied. Unknown to the Tyrantrum, the flattened Mickael had been awake for about an hour before he was up. Having soaked up his gas throughout the night and the whole morning, Mickael had grown a sort of liking for his buddies fumes. Malik thought nothing of his master's newfound infatuation and simply gave him what he wanted. The morning turned to the afternoon and in all that time the still compressed Mickael indulged in his Pokémon's gas, setting aside challenging the elite four for now. He could always challenge them another time, not like it's going anywhere.