WARNING: This story contains farts.

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It was a bright sunny day out on the tropical island. At its center within the lush vibrantly colored flora, a lonely Horsea quivers in a puddle. Totally lost, he's forgotten the way back to the sea, and deeply regrets coming this far into the jungle. Suddenly, a dark silhouette appears within the brush. Looking up at the massively round Pokémon, it's clear that they're far bigger than him, that's for sure. Too weak to hop away, the sea horse decides to shoot water at it. Tromping into the sunlight, a bloated Salazzle has appeared. Widening her mouth, she catches the stream and starts gulping away the attack. After hydrating the salamander for a full minute straight, Horsea stops his move and looks away nervously.

Licking her lips with a refreshed sigh, she waddles over with a wickedly loud slosh in her tummy. Casting an all-encompassing shadow over the sea horse, she cutely tilts her head. Using her popped belly button to poke the back of his head, the poison/fire-type gets his attention in a more comical, lighthearted manner. Backing up so he can see her smiling face, Salazzle pats her stomach like a big ultra-tight drum – welcoming him to hop on. Upon doing so, Horsea shyly leans into her claws. Pulling him into her chest, the salamander sighs a warm breath of comfort – glad to have someone to care for once again. Pointing at her own girth, she grins and makes him watch her abdominal pulsations.

Realizing that Salazzle is massively pregnant, and not just eating random Pokémon throughout the jungle – he feels more compelled to care for her now than before. Spewing out a hot wet fart, she makes the sea horse giggle and blush. Growing three Salandit's within herself, the poor girl can't help but eat and pass gas more than usual. So naturally, she's on the hunt for food throughout the jungle. Tromping her way through the brush, the salamander carries Horsea on her back like little a bag. Along the way, they pass a few Pokémon who respectfully place berries in her mouth during her weighty walk – knowing as an island community that she needs plenty of sustenance for her tremendous pregnancy.

Specifically, a Mankey, a Grookey, and a Vigoroth – all smiling away the day while they gather fruit. Enjoying the ride, the sea horse watches her get fed and realizes that the Pokémon of the island aren't as bad as he initially thought, and the ocean isn't much different. By the time they reach the beach, Salazzle's belly has bloated to much bigger and broader proportions. Stuffed to burst by all the kind Pokémon in her travels, she's never felt more like an over-inflated balloon than now. Stopped by the sparkling sea, the salamander allows him to hop off before plopping flat to her back. Glad to finally give her aching legs a rest, the girl shamelessly spreads her legs and spatters out another nasty wet fart.

Sighing with pleasured relief, Horsea laughs once again at her toilet humor. Even though he's tempted to rejoin his friends in the depths, he simply can't bring himself to leave her behind – especially not after she brought him back out of the jungle. Hopping back over to her face, the sea horse rubs his little tube-mouth against her scaly lips. With a kiss, he starts pumping more water down her throat. Blushing and gulping rigorously, the girl eventually stops him from feeding her anymore. Not wanting to accidentally burst, the girl's proud of how much she's managed to consume throughout the day. But alas, enough is clearly enough for now. Sloshing herself playfully, she does her best to entertain him.

Jumping around her body like a wild Spoink, Horsea begs Salazzle to explore the beach with him. Shaking her head side-to-side, the salamander showcases that she's far too heavy now to stand back up, and is effectively immobile. No longer the slender and agile Pokémon that she once was, the girl is on her way to becoming a proud Mommy. Looking her in the eyes with admiration, the sea horse curls into her armpit and snuggles his new best friend. Kissing him on the forehead, Salazzle cradles the water-type in her arms and rocks him to sleep. With the orange sun dipping into the horizon, the salamander keeps him nice and warm... Every night from then onward, she'd hum and rock him to sleep. Every day, they'd feast and play her belly like a giant drum – until eventually, she gives birth to her three little ones. And so, Salazzle and Horsea remained close companions for the rest of their lives. THE END