Randal walked into the small arena with a determined look on his face. He had had a dream of becoming a wrestler ever since he was little, and he was going to start here. He walked right through the doors and right up to the desk to sign up. A female Pikachu at the desk looked at him, “Can I help you?” She asked. “I’m here to sign up! I’m ready to kick some ass and take names,” He said confidently.
The Pikachu gave a snort before laughing a bit at the Alolan Vulpix, causing Randal to give her a confused yet ticked off look. “Honey trust me. You’re wanting to wrestle with other Pokémon who are either about to go pro or were too good to go pro. Have you ever even fought in a wrestling match before?” She asked. Randal blinked, “Of course I have!” He said, not wanting to even mention that it was only his sister he’s wrestled before. The Pikachu gave another snort, “Uh-huh, sure. Look, you’re not cut out for this. The moment you get into that ring you’re gonna be begging to get out.” She said simply.
Randal’s heart skipped a beat and he started to sweat. He wasn’t going to let it end here, he couldn’t! “How about you just let me prove myself! I’ve fought bigger Pokemon before and won! I’ll show you and everyone else out there that I can handle it!” The overconfident Vulpix said. The Pikachu looked at him with a raised eyebrow before rolling her eyes, “Fine… let me grab the sign-up sheet and some other paperwork.” Randal gave a satisfied smirk, “Alright! Super stardom, here I come!” He said excitedly. The Pikachu gave a sigh, knowing she didn’t get paid enough for this.
Soon, Randal was all signed up on everything. He had written his signature down on every piece of paper that he needed to. He was so excited in fact, that he had gotten through each of the papers in less than ten seconds. “And done!” The Vulpix announced, looking at the Pikachu, “So what’s my first match?” He asked. The Pikachu looked back at him, “We’re already filled up for the month so by the time we get you in it’s going to be… about the end of next month.” She said to him. “You don’t have anything sooner?” Randal asked, crossing his arms. “Hmm… well we do have one match tomorrow but-“ “Sign me up for that one!” Randal interrupted.
The Pikachu just looked him and was about to say something, but she just shrugged, “Alright, if you want. Just letting you know, once you agree to this all matches are final, and you can’t back out.” Randal simply just laughed, “Like I’d back out of any match!” He said, walking out of the arena without another word. “Be here at 5:30 PM tomorrow!” The Pikachu yelled. She gave a sigh before picking up her phone and dialing a number. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up. “Ms. Sylvia? You have a match for tomorrow.”


Randal was in the locker room getting ready. He was already dressed in his wrestling gear and was ready for someone to come get him for his match. He was stretching and doing different kinds of exercises to get him prepared for this match. He had told everyone that he knew to tune in tonight as this was the beginning of history for him. Randal continued to do various exercises until there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Randal said as the same Pikachu from the other night came in to give Randal the run down on his match. “Alright, who’s the unlucky soul who’s gonna get their ass kicked tonight?” He said egotistically. The Pikachu looked at him before she rolled her eyes, “You’re going to be fighting Sylvia tonight,” She said. “Sylvia? I didn’t know this was a mixed wrestling arena. Either way, I’m not gonna go easy on her.” He said. “My advice to you Mr. Princeton… try to end the match quickly and after the match head straight to the showers. You’re gonna need it,” The Pikachu girl said. “Alright let’s go. Your ‘fans’ are waiting,” She said, opening the door for Randal.
Randal smirked as he strode out of the locker room he was in, excited to go out into the arena. The Pikachu girl just watched him, “Poor kid… he’s about to get stinked by Sylvia…” She said as she closed the locker room door. Meanwhile, Randal was already in the arena full of cheering people. It wasn’t as big as most of the professional arenas, but it was still a decent size for what it was worth. “Who’s ready to see me kick some ass!?” Randal shouted, to which only a few people cheered for Randal while most sort of went quiet. He was a bit confused why there weren’t many cheering for him, but he didn’t let that get to him.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Amateur Wrestling League! Tonight, we have a newcomer… please welcome Randal Princeton!” The announcer said, to which it was just crickets in response with a singular cough to go along with it. “Assholes,” Randal muttered. “Well, uhm… fighting him tonight is a fighter who needs no introduction. Please welcome the Mistress of Stink, Sylvia!” The announcer said, to which the crowd cheered louder than what they ever did for Randal. Randal knew the Pokémon he was going to be fighting tonight was well known, but he was going to change that… or so he thought.
The crowd watched intently as a figure came out from the opposite side. This fighter appeared to be big, at least 6 feet tall, meaning they towered over Randal already. Randal gulped but stood strong as the fighter stepped out into the light to reveal it appeared to be a big, fat, stunky woman wearing something that was clearly inspired by the now Pro Wreslter, Pika-Libre. She walked straight ahead, looking at the crowd and giving a few waves but there was a serious look in her eyes which showed that she meant business. She climbed into the arena and got to her corner, looking at Randal with a raised eyebrow.
“I was expecting a challenge, not a cushion,” Sylvia said, mocking Randal and making the crowd go wild and saying things like “Smush him babe!” “You got this beautiful!” “GAS HIM! GAS HIM!” Just hearing these words towards the big wrestler made Randal shrink a bit but he still stood his ground, “Like I’m gonna let that happen! Get ready Stunky, you’re about to get owned!” He said, saying the most generic thing ever and getting a few boos from the crowd. Sylvia snorted, “Guess we know who the crowd loves huh?” She said before both fighters heard a Ding Ding Ding! Was heard. The match had begun!
Randal’s confidence instantly came back, looking directly at Sylvia as he ran towards her, closing his eyes and attempting to get the first hit on her. However, as soon as he got close to her, he felt something on his head stop him. He opened his eyes to see Sylvia staring down at him, “You… have never wrestled before huh?” She said to him quietly, so the crowd couldn’t hear. Randal didn’t respond but the silence was all Sylvia needed to know. She rolled her eyes, “Well either way… I ain’t going easy on you. Just try to pass out fast so you don’t get super hurt alright?” She said to him.
Before Randal could respond, Sylvia instantly tossed him back to his corner, groaning some before attempting to get back up. Sylvia, however, was going to end this match fast. Without a second thought, she instantly ran over to Randal and turned around, smashing her covered ass right into Randal’s face, trapping him between the pole in the corner and her ass. The Vulpix tried to scream in confusion but to no avail. Sylvia simply smirked as she began to rub her ass on the Vulpix’s face, getting him nice and deep in her ass. Randal, despite the predicament he was in, was thinking about how soft Sylvia’s cheeks were. They were like pillows!
Randal would snap out of his thoughts as he realized that he was still in a match and had to take this seriously. Thinking fast, he would grab Sylvia by her legs, pulling her back some and causing her to fall on her chest. Randal, taking this opportunity to show that he was able to outthink the Stunky escaped from his corner and stood up right on her back, showing off his non-existent muscles. However, Sylvia wasn’t having this and instantly tossed him off of her. She looked at the Vulpix angrily, cracking her knuckles. “Alright… you wanna play dirty? I can play that too,” She said, causing Randal to shrink down and knowing that he fucked up.
“Come here, runt!” She yelled to him, going to grab him. Randal tried to run but Sylvia caught him by the tail, picking it up by and lifting him up to, coming face to face with him. “Hehehe… sorry?” He said. Sylvia smirked before she suddenly lifting her other arm up, revealing her sweaty armpits. Randal gasped and tried to struggle. “No no no! Not there!” He shouted. Sylvia wasted no time in smushing him right not her pits, grabbing him by his back and attempting to rub him to get all the sweat off. “Yeah, you like that? I think you actually enjoy getting dominated by me, runt,” She said to him before taking him out of her now clean pit.
The vulpix groaned, hating where he ended up. Now he was covered in nasty, Stunky sweat from her. “Whew. You smell terrible… but I can make that smell even worse before this match ends,” She said to him before she dropped him right on the ground like an old rag. Randal attempted to crawl away but Sylvia stepped on his tail to stop him from escaping. “Where do you think you’re going, runt?” She asked, turning him around to face her before stepping over him, her crotch now in the right trajectory to be on his face. “Enjoy this sweat and musk, runt~” She said with a smirk before dropping her covered crotch right on his face.
Randal’s eyes widened as Sylvia’s crotch was now basically right on his face but just covered up. Sylvia wasted no time in riding his face as much as she could, getting that nasty sweat and musk right up his nose. Randal was gagging and coughing already even after one whiff of her crotch. He was struggling and doing all he could to get the fat Stunky off but to no avail. Sylvia, however, was panting a bit as she rode his face, “Huff… gotta admit runt… at least you’re actually trying… huff… most of the other small Pokemon I fight… huff huff… became my bitches at this point,” She admitted to him. This torture would go on for at least the next five minutes before Sylvia got bored. She stood up, looking at the sweat covered and musk smelling Vulpix.
Randal just groaned and looked at Sylvia, “No more please… I’m done…” He begged. Sylvia, however, wasn’t having it. “Oh, we’re not done yet, runt,” She said to him before turning around, once again revealing her big butt to him. “Get ready for this ass,” She said to him before instantly dropping her ass down right on his face. The smell of sweat and her ass itself mixing to create something terrible. Randal tried to squirm and struggle as much as he could, but it was no use. Sylvia rolled her eyes at the struggling, “Sweet Arceus can you shut up already?!” She said to him before she grunted, letting out a loud but short fart right into the Vulpix’s face.
Sylvia could feel him coughing on her gas as his struggles began to lessen. “Heh, should’ve guessed you were into my farts,” She said to him in a teasing way. “Well… in that case…” Sylvia would suddenly lift her ass up some before moving the part of her costume that covered her ass, moving it aside and revealing her bare ass to Randal. “Start sniffing, runt!” She said, smashing down on his face again before letting out another loud fart into his face. Randal’s coughs would become much louder as his nose was now pressed up against Sylvia’s tailhole.
The Stunky would continue to rip more and more gas onto his face and they all varied in size and smell. Bubbly, bassy, loud, and short, they were all terrible in their own ways and it almost seemed like she was doing it on purpose. After a while of this and seeing that the Vulpix was losing consciousness, Sylvia got off him, snapping the bottoms of her outfit back into place. Randal would start to breathe in some more fresh air as much as he could but all he was met with was more foul, lingering fart air. He attempted to look around for Sylvia but couldn’t find any trace of her. The last thing he remembered however, was seeing a big object block his view and the weight of it causing his vision to go black.


Randal groaned as he began to wake up. “What the hell…?” He began to say as he opened his eyes, being blinded by the light. Covering the lights with his hand, he stood up, looking around. He seemed to be in just his underwear, and he was in what appeared to be a medical room? “Hello?” He called. “Oh, you’re awake,” A voice responded. The Pikachu receptionist lady poked her head through the curtains that were keeping anyone from seeing Randal. “What happened?” He asked, his body still trying to get its strength back. “Well, Ms. Sylvia jumped butt first onto you and caused you to pass out.” The Pikachu said.
Randal’s heart skipped a beat, “I-I lost!?” He almost shouted. The Pikachu looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “Honey, you weren’t ever gonna win in the first place,” The Pikachu said to him, clearly annoyed about how thick the Vulpix was. Randal sighed frustratedly, “When’s my next match?! I want another chance to prove myself!” He said. The Pikachu blinked, most wrestlers in Randal’s position would’ve probably given up. “Well, that’s good for you because that contract you signed the other day is good for five years,” The Pikachu explained.
Randal smirked upon hearing this, “Five years to prove that I can kick some ass? I like those odds! When’s my next match?” “Well, let’s see…” She flipped through some pages on her clipboard a bit, “The crowd loved you so much that they wanna see you again…” She said, “I have fans already!?” He asked, excited. “No. Let me finish. They loved seeing you be a fart cushion to Sylvia that they wanna see more of you being a cushion. Basically… you’re fighting a lot of bigger Pokémon from now on,” The Pikachu explained. Randal didn’t know what to even say in response to that except for one word: “Fuck.”