Oliver the Buizel yawned and stretched as he woke up from a revitalizing sleep. He stood up from his bed and stretched his arms and his twin tails out as he prepared his body for the day ahead of him.


"Oli, are you just now waking up?" The Buizel heard from the room next to his. He turned to see his friend Torr the Torracat appear in his doorway, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as if he had already been awake for an hour or two. The two pokemon lived in a house together in a rural pokemon village. They dedicated most of their time to training for battle tournaments they would compete in.


"Yeah, yesterday kinda had me really tired from all the training," Oliver said, feeling the soreness in his muscles as he did his morning stretches. "And that mega-protein feast you made for dinner last night totally knocked me out."


"Haha, I'm glad you liked it, Oli," Torr said, "I've been eating those same foods before my battles for years now. They really build up your muscles before the fight!"


"Heh, you said it," Oli said, rubbing his abdomen as he realized just how much heavier he felt with all that food inside of him. "So...when's our fight for today scheduled?"


"Well, our fight starts right at noon, and we're fighting in the Baram Town arena," Torr explained to Oli, who followed the Torracat into the kitchen for some breakfast. Oli grabbed a fiber bar from the counter and opened it up, taking a big bite as he considered what Torr said.


"Baram town? Isn't that kind of a long walk from here?" Oli asked, worried he would have to walk a great distance and lose energy before his fight.


"Oh relax, it's only three hours," Torr said, saying it like it was nothing.


"THREE HOURS?!" Oli exclaimed in disbelief. "I can't walk for a whole three hours before a fight, I'm gonna be tired by the time we get there!"


"No you won't," Torr said, smiling to his friend and trying to get him pumped up for the trip ahead, "it'll be a really good warm-up! You'll be so angry after walking that far that your moves'll do twice the damage!"


"I...I don't think it works like that, Torr," Oli said, looking over to the clock they had in the kitchen. "Uh...Torr?"


"Yeah?" the Torracat said, flexing in the mirror and getting psyched up for the event.


"You said our fight starts at noon, right? And it's a three hour walk away?" the Buizel confirmed with his friend.


"Yep, that's right!" Torr said, looking over to the clock with Oli and seeing that it was 9:00am. "Ohh...we need to get going, don't we?"


Oli and Torr grabbed their water bottles before rushing out their front door, starting on the path toward Baram Town. The locals in their own village knew where the two fighters were headed, as they did this sort of thing rather often.


"You two are gonna do great!" a friendly Lopunny shouted from her window. "We'll be watching you guys on TV, so make the village proud!"


"Thanks!" Oli and Torr shouted back, starting on their long walk. "Mpph," Oli grunted to himself, feeling a bit of abdominal distress as he began walking, soon choosing to ignore it and hoping it would go away with time. Torr was also feeling a bit backed up downstairs, but decided he'd try not to think about it and focus on the upcoming fight instead.


The cat and weasel made their way out of the village, and en route toward Baram Town, where their match had been scheduled precisely at noon. About half an hour into their trek, however, Oli came to realize that the stress in his abdomen was more than just a passing bout of pain. Still, however, it wasn't immediately urgent, just something he wanted to make sure he could address before the match.


"Eh, hey, Torr?" He beckoned to his feline friend, who was walking a couple feet ahead of him.


"What's up?" Torr slowed his pace to let Oli catch up with him.


"Correct me if I'm wrong, but there are bathrooms in the arena's lobby, right?" Oli subtly led on.


"Oh, yeah, there are a couple throughout the place, actually. Did you need to use one? There's a split in the trail coming up; I think the road we usually don't go down leads to a town we could stop at." Torr offered as he glanced ahead to make sure they were approaching the area he recalled.


"Uhh, yeah, I kinda gotta go. Let's make a quick stop there," Oli's mind rested a bit easier knowing he'd be able to take care of the urge before it became a real issue.


"All right, when we reach the split then, we'll take the right path instead of the left one. You'll have to be quick though, 'cause the trail to the town ahead is still a bit of a stretch. It'll set us back on time some." Torr cautioned Oli.


The buizel raised a brow in concern. "Set us back? By how long?"


Torr quickly recounted his last trip to the town, estimating the time it had taken him to arrive back then. "Probably a good 20 to 25 minutes, actually. We'd have to up our pace to a moderate run for the rest of the trip to make it to the arena on time, which shouldn't be a problem, I'm sure, so it's really not much a setback."


Oli, who didn't want to admit that he might not be able to rival the muscular feline's long-distance stamina, reconsidered his plight upon hearing this. "Weeeell, it's not an emergency or anything. I'll just wait until we get to the arena, I'm actually kind of enjoying the walk over there."


"Oh, you sure?" The Torracat tried to reassure his friend, "We wouldn't have to sprint down there or anything, just a brisk run. Nothing we haven't done before."


Oli wanted to correct his friend, reminding him that most of the running they did was in short bursts, not so much long-distance, exhaustive exercise. He decided to go with a simple "I'm sure" to avoid raising any suspicion for the time being.


"If you say so. I don't think there's another rest-stop until we actually hit the arena though, Oli." Torr warned the buizel.


"Yeah, I'll just take care of it up there." Oli wanted to shift the topic of conversation: "Speaking of the arena, any idea on who they matched us with this time?"


"Not a clue," Torr admitted. "All I know is that these guys are no joke. The fact that they're actually planning on televising this battle unlike our other ones is a good clue that whoever they are, people are expecting an intense, bloody fight today."


"Huh. Well, they couldn't have picked a better duo with more star-power than the two of us to take the spotlight!" Oli grinned in excitement at Torr, growing eager to take center stage in the upcoming battle.


...


Meanwhile, though Torr didn't know it yet, the 3 Pokébean burritos that he binged on last night, in addition to the feast he prepared for himself and his friend, were almost done digesting in his belly. Unfortunately, the cat Pokémon wouldn't become aware of this issue until soon before the match.


The walk continued on for what seemed like forever, at least to the Buizel following behind his feline friend. "Ugh, how long do you think we've been walking now, Torr?" Oli asked, feeling his legs getting heavier as they continued.


"Oh, I'd say we're only about an hour away now," Torr estimated, checking his surroundings, "you aren't getting worn out or anything, are you?"


"Oh, no, it's just..." Oli started, looking up to the hot sun and feeling the heat on his fur, "it's just kinda hot out here is all." Not only was Oliver feeling the heat in the daytime air, but he could feel his familiar urge coming back to make itself known to him. "Nnngh."


"You sure you doing okay?" Torr looked back to his weasel friend, seeing him struggle a little to keep himself composed. "You look a little...distressed."


"It's...it's fine, really," Oli said, holding his paws over his stomach and flicking his tails over his furry hind end as he continued to walk. Another fifteen or so minutes had passed before Oli could feel some gas building up behind his tailhole. "Mmphh," the Buizel grunted, trying to hold back what his rear was cooking as he walked along, but ultimately realizing he wasn't able to contain it. Oli stopped in his tracks for just a moment, bending his knees and lifting his tails slightly. 


PFFFFBRT... 


The Buizel's release started out without much sound, but soon made its existence known to Torr as it got much more audible near the end. Torr looked behind him to see his friend standing slightly crouched as he flashed a nervous smile.


"Sounds like you might've needed to make that pit stop after all," Torr said to Oli, making the Buizel's cheeks burn a little in embarrassment.


"Heh, yeah..." Oli said, unable to come up with a sharp reply to his friend teasing him.


"You ready to keep going or do you have more left in the tank?" Torr joked as he watched the Buizel stand up straighter and start to walk forward again.


"I-I think I'll be fine..." Oli said, walking next to Torr as they continued on their way. At least for a little bit... Oli thought to himself.


About fifteen minutes later and thirty minutes out from Baram town, Oli could feel his situation get much worse. The Buizel felt a general shift downward in his digestive tract and could feel lots of his Buizel business building up in his colon as he continued to walk. He had been walking with his paws on his lower abdomen and his tails tightly over his rear for a good amount of time now. Torr looked over and saw Oli in his distressed state. "You sure you're doing okay, Oli?" Torr checked in, "You look like you really need to--"


"--Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Oli said, not wanting Torr to finish his sentence out of embarrassment. "Actually..." Oli said, feeling how much he really needed to go and stopping in his tracks with Torr, "I...I really need to go. I'll probably be able to make it to the arena, but if I could just find a place to...real quick..."


"Out here?" Torr asked, looking around. The two friends were currently in a plains-like area, with lots of yellow and green tall grass, and a few trees here and there. Looking forward, he could see Baram Town in the near distance. "We're getting closer, but if you really need to go that bad..." Torr said, looking at the surrounding tall grass off of the trail, "the grass might be your best bet."


"The grass?" Oli said with worry in his voice, hearing noises from all kinds of pokemon living in the plains. "But all kinds of other pokemon live in the grass!"


"That's alright! Where do you think they all go to answer nature's call?" Torr pointed out, watching as Oli struggled to decide what to do.


"M-Maybe I'll try..." Oli said, a bit reluctant considering it had been years since he last did his business outisde. He shuffled over to the grass, getting ready to step in.


"Be careful about the other mons in there, though," Torr said, smiling as he teased his friend, "they might walk in on ya while you're trying to do your thing."


"Oh, c'mon, Torr," Oli rolled his eyes, "you and I are some of the toughest Pokémon in this entire region. A little Weedle or Pidove can't hold a candle to us."


"That's not what I meant." Torr clarified, "What I mean is, don't be surprised if a small audience gathers while you're doing what you gotta do."


Oli felt a bit shaken at the thought of several other Pokémon witnessing him do such a dirty deed in such close proximity. Not to mention Torr would be right within earshot of the entire ordeal.


"O-oh, well..." Oli contemplated the idea for a moment, before he felt his rectum begin to swell up again. "G-gh... I think I'll take my chances. Just keep your back turned til I'm done..."


The buizel stepped into the grass as Torr turned his back and plopped his bottom down onto the dirt trail, taking a moment to absorb some of the sunlight. Oli scanned the nearby grass to check for any signs of onlookers, and after a moment, squatted down, and let out a sighed exhale as he prepared to relax his muscles and let nature take its course.


BRRRRRRRMPHHH


The buizel, confused by the noise, rose back up and looked to his friend. A cloud of dust was floating around Torr's bottom, who was still seated atop the dirt trail, looking down with a neutral expression at his belly.


"Geez, that was louder than I thought it'd be. Sorry about that, Oli. My stomach feels a little strange all of a sudden, too." Torr apologized.


"Whoa, that was a fart?" Oli couldn't help but find himself impressed at the firey cat's gaseous expulsion. "I felt the ground vibrate a little from over here!"


Torr humbly smiled, a tad embarrassed that he unleashed such a powerful blast in front of his combat teammate. "Yeah, I figured I'd pass some gas to try to calm my stomach down while you were doing your business. It's been kinda rumbly for the last 10 minutes or so, I just didn't really wanna bring it up."


Oli chuckled to himself, and was about to squat down again when a horribly foul smell hit his nose.


"PHEW! Torr, that reeks!" Oli covered his nose with a paw and fanned the air around him with the other.


"Is the smell just now spreading over there?" Torr laughed to himself as he observed his friend's dramatic--though suitable--reaction.


Oli rolled his eyes, and, continuing to cover his nose, began squatting back down into position as he felt a heavy mass fixing to press against his anus. 


Fbbbrrrt...


Just before he relaxed his anus completely, though, Torr spoke up from outside the grass.


"Hey, uh, Oli, I don't want to inconvenience you like this, but on second thought, could you maybe put a cap on it until we get into the arena?" The feline pressed a paw to the lower half of his stomach, "I think I need to do a lot more than just fart, now..."


The buizel, put off a bit by how open Torr was about his bodily urgencies, suddenly remembered that he himself was in no position to judge as a gurgle from his stomach reminded him of his own predicament. He considered asking Torr to wait while he tried to quickly relieve himself, but he knew that Torr only ever asked such direct favors of him if he really needed something. Realizing how bad Torr must actually have to go to even speak up about it, Oli decided it'd be faster to just get up and oblige without question.


And so, Oli picked himself up from the grassy patch, and walked back onto the trail where his friend was waiting, behind still pressed firmly against the ground.


"You mind if we run the rest of the way, Oli? We'll get there in like 10 minutes if we hurry."


The weasel, now knowing his friend shared the same sense of urgency as he, simply nodded his head, and the two began making their way to the arena at a quickened pace.


Oli and Torr continued their much quicker pace as Baram Town became closer and closer. Oli could feel his load weighing him down as he ran with Torr, who he could tell was also struggling with his current predicament. "Phew, looks like we're getting closer," Oli said to Torr as the trail became wider and started to turn into a road. The weasel and feline could smell the air drifting in from the nearby sea as the town was now fully in view.


"That's it!" Torr said, sounding a bit relieved even though his 'problem' still had yet to be taken care of. "We're only five minutes away now. We can make it!" The two pokemon continued down the road toward Baram Town's entrance before finally reaching the open gates.


"Hah, we're here!" Oli said, considering jumping in celebration after the long walk but realizing his bowels probably couldn't handle that kind of movement. The town was lively with excitement from the fight, with pokemon of all kinds making their way over to the fighting arena.


"Yep, we made it!" Torr said, also happy the trip was finally over with and that they'd get to find a bathroom to do their business in. "Our call time is 11:45am, so that means we've got..." Torr said, looking up to the tall clock in the middle of town square. "Three minutes to find a bathroom."


"Three minutes?!" Oli said in disbelief as he clutched his abdomen, "it's seriously already 11:42?"


"I guess the walk was a little longer than I thought," Torr said, looking over to the arena situated on top of a hill in the town. "We might just have to find a bathroom real quick in the arena."


"Yeah, I guess so..." Oli said, feeling a little worried about the situation at hand as he felt his bowels continue to fill. The two friends walked briskly up the path to the arena's entrance, walking past the ticket line and into the arena's lobby.


"Alright, we're here," Oli said, looking around at all the different pokemon who came to see the fight. He saw some posters on the wall of himself and Torr, standing next to each other and looking at their formidable opponents: a Zebstrika and a Garchomp. "An electric and a dragon/ground, huh?" Oli said to himself, starting to think up strategies before he and Torr were suddenly approached by a Roserade who appeared to work at the arena.


"Are you two Oliver and Torr?" she asked, looking at the two slightly hunched over pokemon in front of her.


"Y-Yep, that's us!" Oli responded, smiling nervously to the Roserade, knowing he and Torr would likely get a talking-to about being late.


"We've been looking everywhere for you two," she said, sounding a little flustered, "we've gotta get you back to the locker room and ready for the fight. You're both on in fifteen minutes!"


"Right, haha," Torr said, stepping forward to apologize, "we're sorry about showing up late. We got a little caught up in...some stuff along the way, heheh."


"It's fine," Roserade said, turning around, "just follow me this way, quickly."


"Umm...actually?" Oli said, not wanting to be a nuisance to the Roserade but unable to think of what else to do in his current situation. "Do you think we could stop off at one of the bathrooms in the lobby real quick?"


"You want to stop at the bathroom?" Roserade asked, looking back to the Buizel who was obviously struggling to hold in his load. "I would say 'go ahead' but the line's probably too long to even get in fifteen minutes before the show starts."


"Oh...really?" Oli asked in defeat, worried he and Torr wouldn't get to find a place to do their business.


"There's a toilet in the locker room for our fighters, though," the Roserade said as she led Torr and Oli to the door of the locker room. "I'm not sure if they fixed it since last time, though..."


Torr looked away shyly as the Roserade said this. It had been unbeknownst to anyone other than himself that the fire-type feline had been the one responsible for clogging the pipes up in the fighter's restroom after the duo's last bout, thanks to a particularly large meal he'd indulged in that morning. Thinking about the parallels from that night and today somewhat served to reassure the torracat that this fight would be a cakewalk, and that even if the bathroom were still... "recovering" from his last use, he and Oli would surely make it through the match with little intestinal interference, whereafter they'd be able to blow up some stalls at their own leisure.


Oli, hearing the Roserade's mention of a potential out to his growing stomachache, looked at Torr. He wondered between the two of them, which would get to use the bathroom first. By this time, Oli could feel the tip of a log very nearly poking out of his tailhole. He wanted to ask Torr if he'd be able to go first, but not until they were out of earshot of the Roserade.


As they entered the locker room, Torr looked over and saw that the bathroom was open and unoccupied, which indicated that the toilet had been fixed and was operational.


"Well, here we are." the Roserade gestured, "Don't mind the camera crew you might see coming in and out of here. As I'm sure you two have heard, this particular battle is expected to be... well, violent, to put it lightly, so they've decided to cash-in on the event and televise it on a pay-per-view station. To be more specific, Gash, the Garchomp you two will be facing off against, is known for uh, 'circumventing' Baram Arena's regulatory clauses quite regularly. He was actually permanently banned from participating here after nearly killing a fellow combatant during his last debut. His own partner barely managed to stop him from finishing off the other guys for good last time." The Roserade paused for a moment, "...actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure why the executives thought it'd be a good idea to let him back in, much less offer him a televised match on a silver platter. Their eyes must be seeing dollar signs putting our most notorious, violent exile up against you two--our strongest current fighters. Anyway, I've advised medical personnel to remain on standby in the lobby in case things get grisly. So, uh, good luck, then." She began walking off before she had finished speaking.


Oli noticed a twinge of concern raising in the Roserade's voice as she explained that last part. So much so that he'd actually forgotten about his desperate urge to use the toilet for a moment.


"...heh, uh, Torr...? A-are you sure this is a good idea...?" The buizel suddenly wondered for the first time in his fighting career if it was possible to cancel a match.


Torr had seemed a bit less shaken by the Roserade's forewarning, but still found himself thoroughly unnerved by the idea of being disemboweled in front of an audience. "Err, well, I'm sure that if there were any real danger, they wouldn't broadcast it and put their reputation on the line. Don't worry, Oli..." He said this halfheartedly, not fully believing his own words as he spoke.


Hnnnnnn...


Torr glanced at Oliver, who'd just been hit by a sharp cramp in his gut, and was bent over with his tails in the air.


"W-wait, Oli! Not on the floor! The toilet's right th..."


Torr had pointed a paw to the toilet, but noticed just as he did so an abnormally large, hulking garchomp stepping into the small restroom, locking the door behind him.


"Gulp... W-was that G-Gash...?" Oli's voice shakily inquired.


"Well, he's certainly... big..." Torr remarked. "B-but don't worry, Oli, I'm sure he won't be in there for the entire 15 minutes...!"


...15 minutes later…


After enduring a full symphony of powerful farts, crackles, and plops, Torr and Oli watched as Gash emerged from the bathroom right before the fight was set to begin.


"He's just now finished up?!" Oli whispered to Torr anxiously, "please tell me we have at least a little time..."


"Oliver and Torr? We need you two on deck out here! The fight's about to start!" Roserade informed as she stepped in, causing Oli and Torr to turn to her with nervous looks on their faces. They looked back over to the bathroom where Gash had finished up, hearing the door slam behind the might dragon. The towering Garchomp scanned his surroundings and saw the nervous Buizel and Torracat sitting against the wall opposite to the small restroom. The menacing dragon shot an evil glare at his two opponents, striking fear into the fighting partners and making Oli tense up downstairs. 


BRRFT!


Oli was still locking eyes with the Garchomp when he farted into the ground, making him blush and smile sheepishly up at his opponent. "Heh...sorry, just a little nervous g-gas, I guess," Oli said shakily as he tried to lighten the mood, to which Gash rolled his eyes and walked deliberately towards the fighters' entrance to the arena.


"Right..." the Roserade said, reminding Oli that she was here to hear all that had just transpired. "Just follow me over to the fighters' entrance. The show's about to start."


"Uhh...Torr?" Oli said, tapping his feline friend on the shoulder. "I...I really need to p-poop before we go in...I can already feel it poking out."


"I'm kinda in the same boat, Oli," Torr said, walking with his legs close together and his tail firmly cemented between his furry cheeks. "See if you can at least go a little bit in that bathroom before the fight starts."


"Roger that," Oli said with his paws on his rear, shuffling quickly over to the bathroom Gash had recently emerged from. Immediately after opening the door, the Buizel was met with wave after wave of foul Garchomp odor.


"Blech! Did he even flush after he was done?!" Oli said to himself, peeking over to the toilet to see that sitting in it was a tall mountain of Garchomp business. "Nope, he definitely forgot," Oli concluded as he shuffled out of the restroom and back over to where Torr and the Roserade were waiting for him by the entrance to the arena. Seeing his friend hopping from paw to paw after walking up, Torr assumed that he had not gotten a chance to let out even a little bit of what he had been holding in all morning.


"Alright, follow me out here," the Roserade said, leading Torr and Oli through the doors to the main arena. They were all met with the screams and cheers of the pokemon fans in the crowd, getting themselves excited for the soon-to-commence fight.


"Woah..." Oli said as he and Torr walked slowly up to where they would be fighting, "there are way more pokemon here than last time."


"Oli, look!" Torr said, lifting one of his paws up and pointing at the cameras and cameramons that were situated around the arena. "They've even got the jumbotron going!" Torr added, looking up the the giant four-sided screen above the arena. Oli looked up to the the giant screen and saw none other than...himself!


"Everyone welcome Oliver the Buizel and his fighting partner Torr the Torracat to the arena!!!" Oli heard the fight's announcer say over the loudspeaker.


He smiled and waved to where he thought the camera was, trying his best to appeal to the crowd before the fight. Walking up to the battle area was a surreal experience for both the Buizel and the Torracat, though a lot of the good feeling was lost after they felt their bowels push at their exits for release once again. Oli looked nervously over to Torr as he kept his tail firmly tucked, seeing his feline friend was doing the same. "I uh...I kinda have a bad feeling about this, Torr," Oli said nervously to his friend. "I just don't know if I can fight...like this," Oli admitted, glancing behind himself as he did so.


As they took their places on one side of the arena, they once again glanced around at the roaring crowd, flashing lights, and rotating cameras. It seemed that no matter how the fight was about to go down, it was something that the entire region would be talking about for weeks to come.


The chaotic noise coming from all directions quieted some as the announcer's voice spoke up once more.


"And in today's fight, our very own star duo Oliver and Torr will be facing off against none other than the most gruesome, merciless contender we've ever had the pleasure of introducing... GASH the Garchomp, and his combat partner, Zigzag the Zebstrika!!!"


Oli and Torr had to cover their ears as the crowd deafeningly erupted with a mix of cheers, boos, and even a noticeable series of gasps and murmurs. They watched as the gargantuan Garchomp stepped out into his own side of the arena, with Zigzag trotting in behind him, clearly eager to take part in the upcoming bloodbath.


"Are you kidding me??? Gash is at least twice as large as his own fighting partner!" Oli noticed.


Torr, meanwhile, was unable to keep his back legs from shaking, due to a mix of fear, excitement, and a horribly overbearing urge to defecate where he stood. "I s-see that..."


While the announcer took a minute to narrate to the viewers the sponsors for the match and other irrelevant details to the fight, Oli looked at Torr, half expecting his friend to brief him on some plan of attack.


"...well!?" Oli impatiently inquired.


"Well w-what?" Torr's voice was beginning to shake, indicating that he was fixing to reach his breaking point.


"The plan, Torr! What's the plan!?" The buizel's eyes darted between Torr and a bloodthirsty Gash & Zigzag.


Torr briefly considered their options.


"Well, seeing as though they p-probably plan to--" brrt "--gh, plan to fight to kill us, I think we should probably do the s-same. Type advantage isn't going t--" Fblrrrrt "--ah... uh, their types outrank ours for the most part, so I think we'll have to rely on technique and wit for this one... I-if you can blind Gash temporarily with a well-marked hydro pump to the face, I should be able to use that opportunity t-to dig my claws into his e-eyes..."


"What about the Zebstrika?" Oli reminded him.


"W-well, let's just hope he's only here to fill some space... our main focus has to be on incapacitating Gash, first. We can d-deal with Zigzag after the fact..."


Though it seemed a sound plan in theory, the two of them knew that actually pulling it off would be another story entirely.


As the announcer finished up thanking sponsors and the like, he returned his focus to the match at hand.


"...and without further ado, ladies and gentlemen..."


Torr and Oli focused their attention on the team directly in front of them on the other side of the arena, mentally bracing themselves for what was about to take place. In the moment, both of them had forgotten about their need for a bathroom.


The announcer countinued: "...let the fight between our combatants... BEGIN!!!!"


Much to Oli and Torr's surprise, before they were even able to cover any ground in the arena at all, a lightning-fast jolt of electricity from Zigzag was zapped straight at them from across the arena, striking them directly, and consequently immobilizing them.


"NNGH, TORR, I CAN'T WALK...!" Oli fearfully shouted, stuck in place.


"O-oh no...! Nonononono..." Torr tried desperately to overcome the paralysis he'd just been inflicted, but was barely able to walk one step in the time it took their opponents to cover half the arena.


Torr and Oli watched helplessly as Gash and Zigzag walked over to them. Their calm demeanor that contrasted so deeply with the sinister vibes the two emanated horrified the helpless duo.


"T-this is really bad..." Oli looked to Torr, vainly hoping he had some sort of ace-up-the-sleeve, so to speak. Unfortunately, Torr seemed equally petrified at what was to come.


Moments later, Gash and Zigzag loomed mere inches in front of the two, towering over them like two deities fixing to rain down their divine wrath.


Gash paused for a moment, and leaned down so that his face was only a couple of inches from Oli and Torr's. For the first time the entire match, he spoke.


"I'm going to kill you now, and you're going to scream as loudly as you can while I do it."


Gash stood back up, lifting a razor-sharp arm into the air. Just as he was about to strike Oli down, however, he was interrupted by an unexpected noise.


BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMPHHHH


Oli's eyes grew wide as he felt what might've been the biggest fart he had ever passed escape from his clenched tailhole. The arena had been completely silent with anticipation as Gash and Zigzag stepped up to their helpless opponents, so Oli's release cut through the silence like butter.


"Wh-what the..." Gash spoke down in disbelief of what was happening. "Did you just...?!"


"Uh...heheh," Oli laughed nervously as he smiled up at the Garchomp, who seemed absolutely livid with the Buizel at that point. The audience didn't know how to react to what had just transpired. There they were, about to witness a brutal mauling from the league's most formidable opponent, when everything was suddenly interrupted by...a fart? A few muffled giggles could be heard throughout the crowd, escalating to a more steady flow of soft laughter as Oli blushed deeply.


"It seems that...Oliver the Buizel has decided to ahem 'break wind' in front of his bloodthirsty opponent," the announcer said, causing some of the audience members to laugh in response. "An interesting play, to say the least."


Oli was unable to move not only because of the paralysis inflicted on him by the Zebrstrika, but also because of the harsh embarrassment he was feeling at that moment in time. He had just released what felt like his most powerful fart in recent memory in front of the whole crowd at the stadium, not to mention all the viewers at home. "Are you..." Gash began to speak again, causing Oli and Torr to look up in fear, "MOCKING ME?!?" Gash's outburst caused silence to fall over the whole arena yet again.


"Nonono, Gash," Oli managed to say to the intimidating dragon as he instinctively squatted down a bit in fear. "We just..."


PFBBBRRRRFTT! 


This time, the painfully loud release came from Torr, who was squatting slightly in fear like his friend was, still unable to move much because of the Zebstrika. "Uhh...excuse me?" Torr said with a nervous smile as he glanced over to the jumbotron. He could see himself and Oli on the screen in full high definition, making him cringe to himself as he saw his and Oli's legs shaking.


"Now Torr has chosen to pass gas as well," the announcer said, garnering more laughter from the crowd, "how will the mighty Gash react to such disrespect?"


At this point, both Oli and Torr could feel their logs poking at their exits for their long-awaited release. Neither of them knew if they'd be able to hold what they were carrying for the whole rest of the match, and were even more scared because of it. Gash looked down at the struggling duo with a fire in his eye, catching a whiff of what they had just managed to produced and finding himself utterly offended by the smell. "I'm pitted against the supposed strongest fighters this arena has to offer, and this is who they bring me?!" Gash shouted angrily, looking more ready to kill than ever. The Garchomp prepared one of his wings to attack with before locking eyes with Oli yet again. "This is the last time you disrespect me or anyone in a fight, little Buizel!" Gash threatened, preparing to strike yet again. Unable to think of anything he could do to change the situation, Oli looked over to Torr, who was cowering in fear just as he was, his legs pressed tightly together as he squatted low.


"Torr...is this really how we're gonna go out?!" Oli said to his friend desperately.


"This is the last way I wanna go out, Oli, but I just don't know what to do here!" Torr admitted, trying to keep his composure as he faced certain death.


"Any last words?" the Garchomp asked, about to strike the helpless Buizel down before...


PFFFbrsmshscrcklecrckleppp, PLOP! 


The Garchomp had a look of utter confusion on his face as he lowered his attacking wing and looked down between the Buizel's legs, where he had heard the incomprehensible noise. The crowd gasped as most of the attendees had seen what had happened, some of them rather up close.


"Oh my goodness! Did he just...?" the Buizel heard from behind him in the crowd, realizing that he had definitely not imagined what had just happened to him. He glanced over to Torr, who was looking down in utter shock at the large log that had just plopped on the ground between Oli's haunches. Gulping and hearing the laughter in the crowd begin to pick up, Oli looked up to the jumbotron to confirm his fear: the whole arena (and likely everyone watching at home on television) had just witnessed the Buizel drop a large, steaming log right in the middle of a deadly fight. A rear-view shot was being displayed on the large screen for everyone in attendance to see, featuring Oli's smelly 'present' on the ground accompanied by the Buizel's shaking legs and a glimpse of his brown-stained butthole.


Oli covered his face in embarrassment at the sight of himself on the big screen coupled with the considerably large log he'd just expelled. Torr wanted to say something to console Oli in the horrifically humiliating moment, but he was simply unable to put the right words together in his mind, feeling like he was going through his own case of sensory overload with everything going on at once.


The crowd's uproarious laughter began to die down some as Gash relaxed and began to speak. "...ah. I see what's going on, now."


Torr looked around, confused.


"You two aren't mocking me at all, are you? No. I can tell, now. You're afraid of me! So afraid that you can't even control your own bodily functions! Hah! Hahahahah!!!"


Gash began to laugh heartily as he mistook the duo's overloaded bowels as a frightened reaction to the battle.


"In all my time in the arena, I've never seen anyone as cowardly and pathetic as the two of you! Even those I've personally dragged to death's door had the decency to die honorably and with self-respect! But this??? Hahaha!"


"Actually--" Torr was about to speak up and explain that it wasn't actually fear that caused Oli to push out a log of waste, but suddenly, something in his own stomach loudly shifted, causing him to buckle and assume a squatting position.


Frrrrrrrrbbbttt!


Torr dejectedly turned his eyes away from the crowd as he realized his own bowels were about to give way. Gash, noticing this, took a step back, as did Zigzag.


"Whew. Smells like the cat's about to take a dump, too!" Zigzag taunted snidely.


"Hah! Go ahead, Torr!" Gash exclaimed, "Let's watch the poor little kitty quake in fear as he can't help but have an accident right in front of us!"


By now, Torr realized there'd be no way for he and Oli to subvert their inevitable fate. Surely, many viewers watching on television were already up in hysterics at the sight of how vulnerable the "star team" of Baram Arena was. And the worst part, thought Torr, was that everyone would chalk their unfortunate accident up to being too afraid to take Gash and Zigzag head-on!


After realizing that there was now nothing left to lose, Torr decided that at the very least he'd bide he and Oli some time by providing Gash and Zigzag with the show they wanted to see. He loosened control of his hind muscles, and his tail naturally rose up high, exposing his quivering, bulging tailhole to the viewers at home and to the jumbotron for everyone in the arena to get a close-up look at.


Brrrrrrrrrt...


A long, bassy fart shook the feline's plump orange and black buttcheeks, at the end of which a large, dark log began to inch out, slowly parting his anus open wide.


Torr's first log, despite having been very difficult for the feline to hold back, inched out very slowly with crackles and pops to fill the near silent air. The sheer size of the log made it very challenging for Torr to push it out. Oli watched his friend in awe as his legs shook, unable to take his eyes off the feline as he grunted and pushed. On the jumbotron was an up-close shot of the brown monster emerging slowly from Torr's pink tailhole, stretching the pink orifice to its near limit. The audience was absolutely captivated by everything that was taking place, choosing to hold back a lot of their laughter in order to hear the noises that were being made more closely. "Hnnnngh..." grunted Torr, still struggling to push his first log out and blushing a deep red. "This...this isn't because we're scared of you, Gash!"


"What was that?" Gash said in a deep, scary voice, stepping up to Torr and brandishing one of his claws.


"Gah!" Torr instinctively gasped in fear, causing him to force out the rest of the log. 


pfffrPLOP, BBFFFRRRT... 


The Torracat's anus twitched after dropping its first log, vibrating deeply yet again as he passed an embarrassingly loud poop-scented fart. The audience erupted into laughter again as they witnessed everything take place on the giant screen, clearly displaying every intimate detail of the Torracat's undercarriage.


"Ha, that's what I thought," laughed Gash, backing off again and standing next to Zigzag. Oli, meanwhile, could feel his paralysis begin to wear off, and thought to himself how he could use his newly obtained mobility to his advantage. The last thing he wanted to do was to drop the rest of his load in front of the huge audience watching. He thought that maybe he could go and quickly squat in the corner of the arena, hoping the audience would keep their attention on his struggling friend (to which he was grateful for taking one for the team).


Turning around and beginning to slowly sneak off with his tails firmly down, Oli only got a few feet from where he was before being stopped by Gash's intimidating voice.


"Hey, the Buizel's trying to sneak off! Hit them both with another Thunder Wave, Zag," Gash ordered, grinning deviously and laughing a little as he saw Oli turn to look at him with embarrassed fear in his eyes. Both Oli and Torr felt a wave of electricity move through them as they were both immobilized yet again. This time, however, Oli was now squatting with his rear facing toward his opponents, making him feel all the more ashamed about what they were about to see him do. His cheeks now burning red, Oli reluctantly looked up to the large screen, hoping the arena's cameramons would give him at least a little privacy. Unfortunately, Oli was shocked to see that not only his rear end was being displayed, but also Torr's! They had a splitscreen set up to display their humiliating situation in full detail!


"Haha! Looks like the Buizel's gonna explode from being so scared of ya, Gash!" Zigzag jested, watching closely with the Garchomp as the poor weasel's stained butthole twitched and quivered. Oli could feel a bit of gas pushing for escape in front of his next log, and knowing he'd be unable to hide anything in his paralyzed state, he did his best to isolate himself from the watching eyes of the crowd and squatted lower, lifting both of his tails up high.




FRRRRRMMMPPP


Oli gasped in surprise, unaware that the fart would be as large and as loud as it had been coming out. He could hear the entire arena howl with laughter in response to the blast. The jumbotron replayed the event in slow motion thereafter, showcasing how the intense brap had even caused his little furry balls to dangle about above the ground. He wanted to sulk off then and there to hide away until everything had blown over, but he knew he was unable to do any such thing. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even so much as able to cover his own face to hide his humiliation.


Even after the gaseous expulsion, though, Oli's rear was still uncomfortably full. He could feel a hefty mass forcefully pressing against his anus for release, and he knew there was no way to downplay what was about to happen. His tailhole began to bulge outwards, and a quiet hisssss was barely audible as it started to open up, exposing a second log of waste.


Torr, who'd also found himself captivated by Oli's 'performance,' suddenly realized that the cameras were only focused on the buizel. He looked around, and thought that juuust maybe, he could tend to his own business without anyone noticing as Oli continued to go. He slowly fought against the paralysis, and gradually relaxed his body into a more comfortable squatting position, before lifting his tail and letting another log begin to poke out.


This, of course, only lasted a moment before Zigzag noticed Torr's movement out of the corner of his eye.


"HEY! Look at Torr, everyone!" He diverted the crowd's attention to the cat once again. The jumbotron once again switched to split-screen mode, making sure not to miss any of the action.


As this happened, Oli had begun grunting audibly, making his struggle to get the next log of waste out of his rectum known to everyone.


"What's wrong, rat?" Gash loomed over the Buizel menacingly, "You sound backed up. Do you need some help? I can empty your stomach real easy for you." He flashed a finely sharpened claw in Oli's face, striking fear into his heart. Oli began pushing harder in response, finally getting the considerable mass to begin trudging out of his anus and into the growing pile beneath his rear.


Oli could feel the rough bumps of his second log tickling his sensitive tailhole as it slowly inched out, continuing to grunt and push as he could feel the thousands of eyes watching him soil himself. Oli's second log plopped unceremoniously onto the ground between his shaking legs as he continued to look to the ground in fear and embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening..." Oli whispered to himself, feeling his cheeks burn red as tomatoes under his fur.


"What was that, little weasel?" Gash asked, stepping closer to Oli to continue to intimidate him, "you said you can't believe this? Did you know who you were going up against?! I would finish up your little bathroom break before I finish you, you little rat!"


Meanwhile, Torr was struggling with the embarrassment of having to continue to drop his logs in front of such a large audience, hearing the laughter of pokemon of all kinds fill the room. he could feel his second log continue to inch out at a snail's pace as Zigzag relentlessly intimidated and teased him. "Looks like this little kitty couldn't make it to his litterbox on time, huh?" the Zebstrika quipped, making the audience laugh in response as he stepped behind the Torracat to get a better view. Zigzag could see in close detail how much Torr was struggling to push his load out, despite having a few more logs left in him to drop. "Aw, his little legs are shaking!" Zigzag continued, leaning in just close enough to catch a whiff of the building pile underneath Torr's rear. "Phew! And it smells worse than a Skuntank in a sewage pit! What did you eat?!" The laughter continued as Torr tried to ignore his surroundings and focus on getting this embarrassing show over with.


"Hnnnnngh..." Torr grunted as he pushed out the rest of his second log, which got softer and lighter in color as it continued on its way out. 


PLOP, ffppprrrrt...


"Yikes, clean up on aisle number two!" Zigzag said as he looked up to the jumbotron, which was shamelessly displaying the Torracat's poop-stained, winking anus to everyone in the arena and all the fans at home.


"Can this get any worse?" Torr said to himself quietly, looking over to Oli who was struggling about as much as he was, working to push out his third log as his eyes remained close and his paws clenched.


"Gash, come over here!" Zigzag said, calling his fighting partner over to where he was standing behind the paralyzed Torracat. "Look at how small this Torracat's equipment is! He's looking more like a Litten down there if you ask me, haha!"


The Garchomp walked over to his partner and glanced at the Torracat's privates.


"After seeing how easy these two scare, that really doesn't surprise me..." Gash rolled his eyes, "How pathetic."


Torr badly wanted to throw a quip back at Gash, but knew he was in no position to do so. He instead channeled his frustration into pushing with more force, causing another large, soft coil of cat dung to begin protruding from his butthole, followed by another, and one more after that, even, with hissing, crackling farts all throughout the entire ordeal. The only silver lining to the situation was that Torr could feel that the paralysis had worn off, but didn't want to let Gash or Zigzag know, so he kept in a relatively still position as he continued to poop.


As this was happening, Oli had been farting up a storm as he continued to empty his bowels. He could still feel some pressure in his gut, but all the protein from the feast the night before must have caused a buildup of hot gas he needed to let out first.


Fbrrrrrrt...


Brrrrrmph...


Braaap!


“Hnnnngh…”


Finally, a third and final log began to partition his furry cheeks, causing his body to stiffen up as he focused all his energy on forcing out the waste that was plugging his anus. About half a minute of pushing, grunting, and farting later, and it finally landed with a heavy THUD against the dirt. Oli decided to keep his pose for a minute so as to not draw any extra attention to himself while his partner finished up as well.


As Oli let out the last bit of contents in his colon, Torr had dropped a whopping 7 logs in a monumentous pile behind him. He could still feel some heaviness in his own belly, so he slowly relaxed his body into a sitting position with his bottom planted against the ground while he caught his breath.


"I suppose one thing about you that actually impresses me is how full of crap you are, cat." Gash half-sarcastically praised Torr's handiwork as he rested momentarily. "Now, if you two are all done making fools of yourselves in front of everyone..."


BRRRRRRMMMPH


A familiar ground-shaking fart suddenly erupted out of Torr's rear before Gash could finish his sentence. "O-ooh... n-not quite... Give me another minute or so..." Torr sat motionless for a moment as the deadly smell permeated through the arena, so much that even some of the audience members in the lower rows of the enclosure right behind Torr caught a strong whiff of his flatulence. The continued laughter that had been present almost the entire time in the audience was now mixed with some bouts of coughing and gagging, causing Torr to laugh quietly to himself.


FRRRRRMMMPPT


The Torracat let another monstrous gust of exhaust out of his tailhole as he remained sitting.


He hadn't mentioned it aloud, but Torr was actually delaying finishing his bowel movement to buy some time in that he might be able to piece together a strategy of some sort to turn the fight around once he was done. Unfortunately, with the massive explosion of gas he'd just released, it had also pushed with it the last log in his belly. He was about to finish, which ironically now, he wish he weren't, just so he could have some more time to think.


As he began pushing his eighth and final log out, he thought to himself. "Those two have almost every advantage against Oli and I... Gash has size, strength, and intimidation on his side. Zigzag has speed and paralysis. We can't really compete with any of that at their level of mastery. If we're going to take those two down, we need to take them by surprise..."


Oli was going through the same thought process Torr was at that moment, realizing their pummeling was imminent if they didn't come up with a solid plan. Thinking to himself and looking over to Torr finish with his final log, Oli also realized they'd need not only the element of surprise, but also a distraction. Although it was the last thing he wanted to do, Oli realized he needed to place all the attention on him if only for a moment. "Hey, umm...Gash, Zigzag?" Oli called out his opponents, making them look in his direction and step closer to him, leaving Torr behind them. "You guys...don't have anything I could um...wipe with, do you?" Oli asked, smiling sheepishly and blushing.


"What?! Something to wipe your pathetic behind with?! HAHAHA!" Gash laughed as he found the Buizel's desperate plea amusing.


"I don't think the arena comes equipped with any toilet paper," Zigzag said, stepping up to the quivering Buizel as he mocked him relentlessly. "There aren't many fighters who come in here and end up doing their business in front of everyone." As his opponents and the audience were all distracted with what was happening with his teammate, Torr realized that now was his chance to do a surprise attack.


"This is it," he whispered anxiously to himself as he continued to remain in his squatting position, trying to ignore the embarrassment he felt in such a revealing state. "What should I do, what should I do..." Torr thought, trying to pick the attack that would work the best in this situation. "I need something I have an easy time getting critical hits with......that's it!" Torr reared up for an attack, deciding it would be best if he could get a one-shot in on the Zebstrika. He figured Gash was the main source of power on the team, and that Zigzag was really only there to paralyze his victims, so he snuck up to Zigzag and bared his fangs. CHOMP!


"We have a sneak attack play coming in from Torr! The Torracat used Fire Fang on the Zebstrika, inflicting what appears to be near mortal damage with a critical hit and a burn!" the announcer detailed, watching the events unfold in awe.


Gash immediately turned to Zigzag with an enraged look on his face. "Zag! You weren't watching the stupid cat?" Looking down, the massive Garchomp could see that the weak Zebrstrika was completely incapacitated by Torr's sneak attack. At this point, Gash was distracted as well, and with Torr having put his all into the previous attack, it was Oli's turn to step in and take on the Garchomp.


Oli only had a split second to decide how best to take down the behemoth Garchomp. Unfortunately, he didn't quite feel that he possessed the raw strength to be able to down such a large opponent with a direct attack. However, Gash's attention wasn't on him at the moment, so he had to do something fast...


Almost instinctively, as Gash began to rush toward Torr, who was only a few feet away, Oli leaped into action, grabbing firmly ahold of one of Gash's feet as he ran.


"W-WH-HEY!"


Though this probably wouldn't have worked had Gash seen it coming, Oli had been in the perfect position to catch the large beast off guard, causing him to stumble as he charged forward. Losing his balance, the Garchomp began to fall flat onto his stomach.


Torr knew this would be their only opportunity to turn the tide. Without hesitation, he jumped atop the debilitated Zebstrika and pulled as hard as he could on the zebra's ears. Confused and blinded with pain, Zigzag began discharging paralyzing electricity aimlessly. Torr knew this was a risky move that would either make it or break it for the both of them, but it seemed that despite everything leading up to this moment, luck was indeed on their side today. In the Zebstrika's blind outrage, he'd accidentally shot a powerful bolt of electricity that directly struck the now-grounded Gash, temporarily immobilizing him.


"GRRRRRYAHHHHH!!!!" Gash furiously roared and flailed his arms as he struggled to break free from the paralyzing electricity coursing through his body. It seemed that even under such a disabling paralysis, Gash was somehow able to resist its effects to an extent, and slowly began pushing his body up off the ground.


"WHAT A TWIST, FOLKS!!!" The announcer yelled into the intercom, "It seems Torr and Oli managed to trip and paralyze Gash using his own partner! But Gash seems hardly affected by the zap he took, as he works to attempt to stand back up!!!"


"HIS FEET, TORR!!" Oli shouted in the heat of the moment.


The feline reacted almost instantly, hopping off the blinded, stumbling zebra, pushing Zigzag to the ground as he did so, and latching himself onto one of Gash's muscular legs. Torr opened his jaws wide, and with as much force as he could exert, bit into Gash's leg, causing him to let out a deafening roar that shook the arena.


"MY, MY!!!" The announcer hysterically narrated the scene, "By some miraculous feat, the two fighters we all just witnessed so hilariously defecating in the arena moments ago have now managed to not only bring Gash down, but they've also managed to injure one of his legs, keeping him from standing upright!"


Since Gash was practically glued to the floor by this point, he'd also become disarmed of any offensive attacks he could pull off. Yet, almost seeming to simply disregard every obstacle he'd just been hit with, Gash once again struggled to push his chest off the ground, and put all his energy into focusing on getting to his feet.


Oli realized that it was a now-or-never moment, and he wasn't about to allow Gash to deal a counterattack. The buizel sprung up into the air, and putting every last ounce of strength he had into his tail, unleashed a powerful Iron Tail attack, which connected directly with the back of Gash's head.


Because of his sheer size, Gash's body was hardly affected by the blow, but it had been enough to knock him unconscious, which, per Baram Arena's own regulations, rendered him unable to continue fighting, giving the victory to Oli and Torr.


The crowd erupted into roars of cheering, whistling, and praise, and the star duo looked around in awe as confetti began to fall from up above.


"WHAT AN UPSET!!! DEFYING ALL ODDS, ALL EXPECTATIONS, SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, TORR AND OLI WERE ABLE TO BEST GASH THE GARCHOMP AND ZIGZAG THE ZEBSTRIKA!!!"


The two fighters looked at each other in astonishment, speechless that their perfect display of teamwork had actually managed to subvert what they thought was an inevitable demise.


They looked at the jumbotron, which replayed the final moments of the fight where Oli's quick thinking dropped Gash one final time, for good.


"SURELY, FOLKS," the announcer exclaimed, "THIS FIGHT WILL BE ONE REMEMBERED FOR YEARS TO COME!"


Torr and Oli's eyes widened as the scene on the jumbotron suddenly changed to a recap of while they were relieving themselves in full view of the public.


"And of course, so will all of its highlights!!!"


"Aughhh..." Torr and Oli groaned in unison. It sure was a fight to be remembered. In more ways than one, apparently.