A Walk In The Park
6 page Commission for Simplify6
The park was aflutter with activity, a warm and sunny day bringing out every Pokémon far and wide to enjoy the refreshing weather. Shelby was among them, the bottom-heavy Floatzel basking in the sun as she strolled through the park populated with joggers and picnicking couples. So engrossed in the shining sun and gorgeous evergreens, Shelby hardly noticed as she walked into what felt like a brick wall. Backward she tumbled, falling right on her big, plush behind and rubbing her head, dazed.
âHey! Watch it!â The enormous Ursaring growled as he whipped around to see who was bothering him on his day of attempted relaxation. He towered over the seated Shelby his anger shifting slightly toward amusement. âOh itâs just you,â Roland smirked, sticking his enormous paws on his equally large hips. âIf I didnât know any better little Floatzel, Iâd save you couldnât get enough of my ass.â A deep and dark chuckle escaped the Ursaringâs maw, nearby bystanders sharing a laugh and making notice of the public humiliation.
âNo! Thatâs not it at all!â Shelby attempted to defend herself. She was doing a rather horrible job at it unfortunately, blushing deep red at the shaming taunts Roland hurled at her. âMaybe if your ass wasnât so big, I wouldnât walk into it!â Shelby wasnât really helping herself despite her thinking, the Floatzel just making the massive Ursaring angrier and drawing more attention with the back and forth shouting.
âYouâre one to talk fat ass,â Roland barked back, the two sparing verbally until Floatzelâs lackluster language attack hit a new low. âYeah, well you smell bad!â The large bearâs angry scowl twisted into a grin, a clear sign even to the naĂŻve Floatzel that her words had backfired. Roland didnât need words to respond, his stomach roaring violently gave both of them warning for what would transpire.
Shelbyâs eyes widened, still seated on the dirt path as she tried desperately to crawl away. âWhere do you think youâre going?!â The bear thundered, several booming steps all he needed to catch up to her, grasping her head to hold the Floatzel in place. Roland grunted, his stomachâs rumbling getting noisier, not able to hold back his flatus much longer as he turned around, fully exposing those two enormous, brown-furred buttcheeks to the panicking female he held. He huffed with pleasure, of both release and the knowing humiliation of another, as a sputtering blast of rancid fumes hit his captive face-first. âYeah I bet that smells real bad. But you already knew that before I farted.â
The smaller of the two gagged and gasped for fresher air with desperation, those who were watching and tempted to intervene staying far away now. The smell alone from the Ursaring was foul enough to drive away any potential do-gooder to poor Shelbyâs cause. She had to sit there and suffer through a nauseating bear fart, her eyes watering and nostrils slightly inflamed. And this was only the first one.
Roland loosened his grip, confident that his initial guff was strong enough to stun Shelby and keep her in place, quickly proven correct in his assertion. Floatzel flopped on her back, coughing up the fumes that were practically shot down her nose and mouth, Roland standing over her, tapping the side of her with his enormous paw. âGet up, you! Iâm not through with you yet. I wanted a calm, relaxing walk through the park today but your nonsense has me all wound up now.â He explained, the Floatzel below barely processing his words. âAnd Iâm going to still get it. But instead of walking, youâre going to carry me.â
Shelby heard that much, looking at him, exasperated. âYou canât really expect me to hold your weight.â She whimpered, not a dig at his size despite the aggressive Ursaring taking it that way. âWell I could just crush you into paste with all this weight and let someone peel you from the dirt. Your choice.â He snarled in his booming, deep voice, watching with satisfaction as the Floatzel wearily got to all fours, with what onlookers were left pointing and laughing at her predicament.
The overwhelmingly huge Ursaring wasted no time, taking a seat with his fat ass on Floatzelâs back, her arms and legs turned to noodles as she nearly collapsed from his weight. âOh goodness,â she whimpered, using every bit of energy to hold up the much bigger bear on top of her, crawling one step at a time and moving at a snailâs pace. Roland didnât make it any easier on poor Shelby, grinding himself back and forth on her, his asscheeks jiggling as they smeared his sweat and ass juices into her back-fur.
âKeep going until I say where to stop. HmmmmâŠâ Roland pondered for a moment, trying to decide the best destination for what he was planning next. As he thought, he let his bowels free, his asshole pulsing and pushing against Floatzelâs fur, the poor girl able to feel the puckering bear anus. Not one to waste time or hold back his gruesome flatus, the lumbering bear grunted out a wet and sloppy sounding fart, a short yet ripe cloud that not only super-heated Shelbyâs back but surrounded her in a cloud of choking stink. âWhew! Stinks even from up here,â the Ursaring tauned. âGood thing I have some fur to soak these up, I imagine they might smell even worse without it.â
At the moment poor Floatzel couldnât imagine Rolandâs flatus stinking much worse, her head spun as the voluminous, warm cloud of his tailpipe fumes followed her with every step. The brutish Ursaring pointed toward a solitary bench just a few feet away âThere.â He ordered without much context, Shelby satisfied that the painful ride she had given this oaf was nearly over. Her arms were practically jello by the time the two go to the bench, Floatzel collapsing in a fit of exhaustion once the Ursaring removed his overwhelming weight from her back. The big bear huffed with satisfaction, giving his play-thing a moment to herself as he positioned himself on the bench.
Roland sat back on the bench, the wood creaking obnoxiously from the hefty weight that was thrown onto it all at once. âHeh, hear that Floatz? Sounds like your back makes a better seat than this bench,â he taunted. Laughing deeply, the goliath bear shimmied himself forward, leaning back on the bench, and allowing his generously round and bubbly buttcheeks to hang off the edge of them. Rolandâs smirk could hardly get larger, nodding toward Shelby as she looked up and saw what his foul intentions were, a look of dread painted across her face. âDonât even think about trying to escape again,â Roland rumbled.
Floatzel wobbled to her knees, crawling on all fours toward the smelly Ursaring that wanted nothing more than for the chubby PokĂ©mon to reek of his flatulence. Now in front of the mighty bearâs bare butt, Shelby sniffed at the dank, heavy butt musk that rolled off the Ursaringâs behind in such massive quantities. It was terrible, worse than the brute farting on her back, getting exceeding awful once Roland reaching a giant paw forward to grasp the back of Shelbyâs head and pushing her between those swampy buttcheeks, without a single thought for her own well-being.
âAhhhhh fuck. This is the life.â The deep-voiced bear taunted, relaxing on the warm day, on a park bench with his favorite little Floatzel jammed between his asscheeks. âHowâs it smelling down there Floatzel? A little worse than the scent of summer pines I bet.â He laughed at his own stupid joke, rubbing her face up and down, soaking her facefur in the disgusting stickiness and odor of his sour buttmusk.
Shelby gagged quietly to herself as she endured this humiliating torment, her entire world consisting of Rolandâs bubble butt, generous quantities of ass grinding on her face, the only thing she could feel. She could only see blackness, buried in so much butt that opening her eyes would only serve to burn them slightly with the acrid butt sweat that would inevitably drip into them. Floatzel could only hear two things, not sure which she hated more; the internal rumblings of the bearâs deadly bowels or the demeaning taunts he threw at her without effort. All she could taste, when she foolishly opened her mouth to draw in breath, was the thick and vile musk and left-over flatus of her Ursaring tormentor, realizing her best chance of remaining conscious in this situation was to breathe through her nose. That of course meant that the only thing she could smell was the potent, overwhelmingly foul ass-stink that rolled off Rolandâs enormous buttcheeks and puckering tailhole. Her cool nose flush with the Ursaringâs tailring ensured she didnât miss a single pucker, a single escape of fresh and rank ass fumes. Â
Roland didnât bother to warn his butt slave about his impending brew of disgusting Ursaring flatus. Not that it mattered, as with her face so deep between the bearâs cheeks, Shelby could tell the monstrous Pokemon was getting ready to cut one. She braced herself the best she could, holding her breath and steeling herself for the overwhelming heat and smell that would soon assault her. She waited and waited, twenty whole seconds before she gasped out deeply, all the time she could stand without giving her lungs âfreshâ breath. Then he did it, the cruel bear unloading a deep and meaty stinkbomb into Floatzelâs awaiting lungs, filling them up with Ursaring stink.
âDonât worry Floatz, I got plenty of air for ya!â
Shelby could hardly withstand the first revolting bear fart, gagging on the fetid stink while Roland laughed at her torment. The smell was thick and rich, in the worst way possible. It snuck into every orifice, but especially burned at her nostrils. Tinted with bear butt stink, Shelby tried to tell herself it wasnât that bad. But she could hardly keep telling herself such a total lie, every breath making her chubby body quake with disgust, the hefty Ursaring guff hanging heavily in the air, almost refusing to dissipate.
Even more onlookers than before had stopped to stare and gawk, most finding it funny even if a bit childish and/or disgusting. âLooks like you got an audience.â The bear huffed with glee, lifting a single giant leg to give his anus more freedom to let rip. On cue, a comically loud and deep fart bellowed out of Rolandâs stinkhole, giving his impromptu audience something to really laugh at. Even those who found the display somewhat repulsive admitted to themselves that that last fart was pretty funny.
Shelby meanwhile cursed herself for being so clumsy and oblivious as to have crashed into the massive behind of Roland in the first place. Although, it was hard to think too hard when a giant bear butt was spewing hot and fresh flatulence down oneâs nostrils. The most recent bomb was about as fetid and voluminous as the last, forcing the female Floatzel to choke it down, filling her lungs up with more and more of the big male Ursaringâs gas instead of the oxygen she craved.
âHey, sniff a little better down there!â Roland growled, grasping the back of Shelbyâs head again, using it to mop up the sweat and fart stench that she had missed. âThose farts are nasty, you think I wanna smell âem?â
Roland kept this up a bit longer, his stomach still gurgling quite threateningly, as Shelby could attest to, but the massive Ursaring held back, preferring to let the vile batch of flatus brew longer before he unloaded them on his new fart rag. Satisfied with how much of his vile stench Shelby had soaked up via her nose and facefur, Roland released her head, letting the exhausted, fart-drenched Floatzel nearly pass out on the dirt and grass that she landed on. Roland stood up from the bench, cracking his back and idly scratching at his big behind, bringing his hand up to his face to sniff. âWhew! Damn I sure am ripe today. Glad Iâm not you.â The sadistic bear chuckled, grabbing Shelby by her neck fluff and hoisting her up to her feet.
âCâmon now, your duty isnât done yet. Rolandâs still got some nice gas brewing in here for ya,â he taunted, rubbing his chubby stomach and smirking. âYa donât gotta carry me, I donât wanna kill you after all, but youâre going to follow on all fours over to that tree.â The Ursaring pointed to a massive, thick Oak that mustâve been hundreds of years old. âHurry up now, no dilly-dallying.â
Shelby weakly crawled behind the Ursaring, following Roland as his massive, stomping steps led them over to the tree where fewer people were. Even if there was a crowd, theyâd likely thin out sooner rather than later with what Roland had in store. Left, right, left, right, the Floatzelâs walk followed the same pattern on her death march to the tree. What the bear in front of her had in store was beyond belief. For now, she focused on concentrated breathing, relishing that she was getting semi-fresh air, dampened by the bare butt that was in front of her, but still better than a steamy fart burning at her nostrils. Still, she could barely avert her eyes from the twin titanic cheeks in front of her, jiggling and bouncing off each other with every step, quite the view for any passersby. If only they knew the true potency of the cheeks, like Shelby did.
âGood. Glad to see you havenât run off.â Roland snickered as the pair reached the tree, looking over his shoulder at the tired-looking Floatzel. âIt wouldnât have been good for you if you tried.â
âPlease. Just let me go. Iâm-Iâm so sorry for bumping into you!â The chubby PokĂ©mon begged for mercy and forgiveness, receiving nothing but an icy and intimidating grin from the Ursaring who had spent the better part of an afternoon making her reek of ass. âYou want mercy? Ok, since you look so tired, why donât you take a short break against the tree.â He said, less than convincingly but good enough for the naĂŻve and fart-blasted Floatzel. âThank you, Thank you,â she replied gratefully, flopping her back against the giant oak and shutting her eyes, finding herself able to rest and perhaps even nap for a short time.
Roland suppressed his cruel chuckles, Shelby letting her guard down completely. Sheâs even dumber than I thought, the Ursaring said to himself as he got into position. He stepped about as quietly as he could, the cool dirt helping to not make his steps as noticeable while he faced away from Shelby, his ass now toward the tree where she rested. He smiled as each of his paws grabbed ahold of a meaty buttcheek, peeling them apart and getting just a whiff of his innermost buttfunk. It was so potent, a thick and sweaty miasma of horrible Ursaring stench, concentrated in his asscrack and now slowly filtering outward into the air. Still grasping his thick slabs of buttmeat, the Ursaring backed up, not caring if Floatzel heard him; it was too late for her.
Awaking from her micro-nap, Shelbyâs eyes bulged, her entire path of vision filled up with Rolandâs massive behind. She didnât even have enough time to scream as the two cheeks of the Ursaring slammed into the tree, Roland aiming himself perfectly and wedging Shelbyâs nose against his juicy, flexing tailhole. âYeah, thatâs it. Sniff that up for me Floatz.â He taunted, delivering a vile stinkface while keeping his anus glued to his victimâs snout. Shelby could smell nothing but Ursaring asshole, barely a whisper of fresh air to be found. In seconds her entire face was coated in the slimy ass sweat that Roland had naturally produced, his nasty stinkface ensuring he spread his funk into every bit of Shelbyâs face and fur, even against her lips.
âYou make an awfully good massager for my ass. Really getting in those hard to reach places.â Roland laughed deeply, giving a genuine âcomplimentâ despite how back-handed and insulting it was. âI might have to do this more often!â Shelby couldnât imagine going through this more than once, just trying to get through it now. She knew nothing else but this Ursaringâs butt at the moment, unable to escape it as he rubbed and ground his ass and her face into the massive oak that could withstand his power.
A heavy gurgling rumbled from deep in bearâs bowels, causing him to chuckle while Floatzel protested harder, using her arms in a futile attempt to pry him off and then just banging her hands into his fat cheeks. âYeah, you know exactly what that means.â Floatzel was at least smart enough to know that Roland had terrible gas still left inside him. She fought long and hard to escape, Roland letting her try her pathetic attempts just to get the surprisingly re-energized girl to wear down. She opened her mouth, a desperate attempt to scream for freedom, her voice muffled by the ass that was larger than her own face.
Roland seized his chance, pressing back hard, grinding his ass and smearing it downward on her face, leaving a deep and juicy skidmark as he moved down so his anus met her lips. The big Ursaring shivered, swearing under his breath as that warm and juicy mouth pressed tight to his flexing bear-hole, his pucker securing itself around her lips so she couldnât move them. âBad move Floatz. Not very smart of you.â He teased as he placed a heavy paw on his stomach and leaned back against the tree and his newest fart receptacle. Roland rubbed his gut in small circles, helping to relax his body and expedite what came naturally. Shelby shut her eyes hard, as if not being able to see would somehow reduce the terrible stink storm Roland was about to release inside her mouth.
It started almost anti-climatically, a wisping and quiet fart building up the pressure and volume of gas in Shelbyâs mouth, before she could even gag it grew bigger and louder, his hole opening wide to force out the enormous gust of wind that made Shelbyâs cheeks puff up, the deep noise echoing in her mouth, sounding rather wet by the time it was done. Roland laughed at the barely-audible sound, knowing that this was no regular fart, a real growling beast from the most hellish parts of his insides that he was forcing her to eat. âEat up my farts Floatz, must taste better than all that fish right?â
The Ursaring didnât let up one bit, pushing deep and vile bear farts into Shelbyâs mouth, giving her no other choice but to swallow the thick gas clouds of pure stench. They were meaty in flavor and as solid as a gaseous expulsion could be, Shelbyâs face turning a dark shade of green with the seemingly unending gas cloud that Roland was feeding her. The minutes rolled by, the bear relaxed against the tree, dropping foul stinkbombs peacefully as little of his own stench hit the air for him to sniff, able to precisely blow his thick flatus down Shelbyâs mouth, filling up her stomach with such a heavy and vile concentration of Ursaring stink.
Roland lost track of time, not really sure how long he had been farting or when he had wound up falling asleep; something about laying back on a big oak tree in the sun while ripping big bombs really made him relaxed. The big bear stumbled upward, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he had forgotten about the poor Floatzel he had been sitting on for who knows how long. Seeing her steam-pressed to the tree, passed out herself with near-visible stinklines rising from her raunchy, bear-fart-stained body made him chuckle with glee, his mind flashing back to all he had done. âMaybe next time youâll watch where youâre walking Floatz. At least I got my day of relaxation.â









