After a long day of training at the Wela Volcano Park, a certain Incineroar had decided to get some groceries at Thrifty Megamart on his way home. When he was ready to pay, he noticed that the cashier was an old Gumshoos friend of his, and they engaged in a conversation that quickly lead to the topic of a Battle Royal that was going to take place in the next days.

-"I'm telling you, that Charizard is a beast on the ring, he's gonna beat anyone on his way"

-"Haven't you heard about that Coalossal? He's been winning battles all over Galar, and you know battles in there are no joke."

-"Yeah, yeah, but those are their fancy Dynamax battles, the guy can't get all big in here, and the little experience in Battle Royals he has gotten so far isn't enough to win this. Seriously, I've fought this Charizard before and he knows what he's doing."

The two pokemon seemed completely oblivious of the long line of pokemon that was waiting for their turn behind the Incineroar, who would've received some insults or mean looks by now, if not for the fact that this Incineroar was a very well known wrestler in the zone, and even if you didn't know him, his scary looks were enough to command some respect, so everyone was turning a blind eye instead, some willing to wait a little more for their turn and others looking for a different shorter line they could go to. Everyone except for the pokemon right behind the Incineroar, a Buizel who had had a long enough day to be having any of this.

-"Excuse me?"

The Incineroar looked back to see a small angry otter.

-"Yes?"

-"You're stopping the line"

-"So?"

-"So? Move on already. Some of us have better things to do than talk about some sport for brutes"

This actually left the tiger wide eyed, it was the first time someone so small tought it was a good idea to talk to him like that.

-"It looks like some little brat wasn't taught about respecting his elders."

-"Ugh, don't tell me you're one of 'those' who think that all preevolutions are kids. First, I'm already finishing college, which is something I doubt you can even dream of doing considering how you look like the kind of dude who burned all of his books at the end of each school year. Secondly, don't you talk to me about respect when you've been disrespecting everyone here by believing that our time is less valuable than talking about some stupid acted fight."

A that moment the same thought crossed the minds of everyone in hearing range: ("He's dead.")

The Buizel's head was quickly grabbed by the tight grip of a clawed handpaw, as if he were a plushie picked by a mechanical claw.

-"So dead." Said the Incineroar while lifting the sea weasel closer to his face.

Being so far from the floor seemed to be enough to make the confidence of the otter vanish instantly.

-"Yeah, the little guy won't be buying anything. It was nice to chat man, see ya later."

-"S-sure. Uhh..."

-"What?"

-"Your receipt."

-"Thanks dude."

And with that, the tiger pokemon was finally heading home with his receipt and groceries in one paw, and a annoyingly noisy guy in the other.

-"H-hey! Wha- where... where are you taking me!?"

-"Home, with all the other edibles."

-"HELP! THIS IS A KIDNAPPING! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"

Being in the middle of a public space didn't help as much as you'd expect. Many knew that you shouldn't mess with this Incineroar, he had won multiple battle competitions through Alola, so the pokemon that were at his level were few. Even the pair of cops who were nearby chose to let it slide. The police in this region was trained to solve minor inconveniences, not to fight an elite battler, even one of the officers was still a Snubbul. If something big were to happen the Tapus would get rid of the problem, but since this wasn't some psycho trying to end the world again, Tapu Lele was pretty much slepping, so the Buizel was alone in this.
After a short walk, the big feline and his food reached a house at the outskirts of Royal Avenue. Inside the humble home, most of the floor was covered by gymnastics mats, since the Incineroar believed that there was never a bad moment to train his body. After dropping the tiny weasel patetically on one of the mats, the muscly feline began organizing the groceries he had bought. The little guy, now free, was able to plan his escape. He started walking slowly to the door without taking an eye out of the Incineroar.

-"Uh, you better let me go, or I'm calling the police."

-"Touch the doorknob and I'll rip off your arm."

The Buizel had to admit that the Incineroar had pretty convicing arguments. He wasn't sure anymore that this was the best moment to flee, so instead he waited still for a better opportunity, like his captor leaving the room or something. This opportunity never appeared, since the moment he was done with what he was doing he locked eyes on his recently acquired prey.

The Buizel gulped audibly.

-"W-w-what will you do to m-me?"

-"Well, after being unable to wait for another minute while I was talking with a friend, insulting my favorite sport, calling me dumb, and insulting my favorite sport again, the only thing that seems right to do would be having you as a meal."

-"Wait! You- you can't do that! I-"

-"Quit whining already, you're lucky that big cats like me enjoy toying with their food. Otherwise you'd be squirming in my gut already."

-"What do- toying? Wh-what do you mean?

-"We'll make a bet. We gotta guess who's gonna win the Battle Royal that'll take place in 3 days. If you get it right, you leave. If I get it right, I'll have sea food that night."

-"W-why?"

-"Because it's fun to see a prey having hope only to lose it all at the end. You'll stay here till then, so choose a mat to sleep and try to not squeak so much, it's annoying."

-"What!? I- I can't stay! Look... I'm sorry, I had a stressing day, lots of exams, alright? And I have even more exams tomorrow. I have to go home and study and I shouldn't have been so mean to you. Can we just forget about this?"

-"You see? It wasn't that hard to apology. Sadly I already got curious of what you taste like, so choose a fighter to bet for."

-"But-"

-"I SAID choose a fighter, the pokemon that will participate are a Charizard, a Coalossal, a Magmortar and a Feraligatr. I'm betting for Charizard already so choose one of the other three. It doesn't matter if you don't know any of them, since this is a sport even us brutes can understand, I'm sure a genius like you won't have any problem."

Neither bargaining nor screaming had worked so far, so the Buizel didn't see much option left besides obeying.

-"Ugh, fine. I bet for the Feraligatr."

This got a chuckle out of the Incineroar.

-"Really? May I know why our genius can be so sure about it?

-"Water always beats fire. Everyone who's been in kindergarden knows that."

The Incineroar was surprised by how fast the Buizel had gone back the knows-it-all attitude.

-"Oh, so you are one of 'those' who believe that everything is decided by type advantages."

-"Well, duh, the types are there for a reason."

-"For a guy finishing college you're quite stupid aren't ya? It would so bad from me if I let misinformation like this spread between the pokemon that are the future of the region, so since I have the rest of the day free, I'll gladly give you a personal course so you can gain some actual knowledge in such an important matter. First of all, stand on one of the ends of the mat"

-"What? What for?"

The Incineroar gave a death stare to the otter that brought some fear back to his body and let him know that the tiger wasn't the best fan of repeating himself, so once again he just obeyed. The feline stood up on the other end of the mat.

-"So, for our first lesson, we'll verify if the statement of 'water always beats fire' is true or false by having a 1v1 fight."

-"What!? But I have no battle experience!"

-"Oh don't worry, if said statement were to be true, then you'd win easily."

-"But-"

-"Leave the questions for the end of the class please. Ready? NOW!"

In the blink of an eye, the fire tiger went from being some feet away from the Buizel, to be overshadowing him completely by standing on all fours over him, with their faces only separated by a few inches. A short squeak came from the sea weasel who fell on his back and covered his face with his paws in a similar way to how a kid would hide under the sheets to escape from a monster.

The pathetic scene made the Incineroar burst out laughing energically in an almost exagerated-looking manner, even falling on the floor and on the Buizel, menacing to crush him with his chest in the process.
The air obviously was knocked out of the Buizel's lungs, who was left trying to catch his breath again for the next several seconds, a kind of difficult thing to do when you have a beast of a pokemon laying on you while maniatically laughing. To add insult to the injury, while trying to keep the Incineroar's pecs away from his face, the Buizel was able to get a whiff of the beast up close, and let's just say it wasn't that pleasant.

-"HAHA- YOU'VE- YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOURSELF- HA- I HADN'T EVEN USED A MOVE... HEHE... he... I... I hadn't laughed like that in a years!" Said the tiger pokemon when his laugher finally ceased.

-"You... You just shut up!... And... get off me!... You stink!" Said the otter while literally trying to squirm his way out of his situation.

-"Hey, that's a rude thing to say to the guy who's giving you a battle class for free. Besides, it is kind of your fault if I smell like this. If you had just kept your mouth shut at the megamart, I would probably be having my tongue bath by now... or I would've skipped it again but anyways, instead I now have to keep an eye on you so thank you for ruining the day for both of us."

"I... What!? Ugh, you're gross... By the way... whatever you said about baths just confirms my point of fire types being weak to water... SO GET OFF ME ALREADY!"

"Calm down, the battle hasn't even started yet. And I'm not trying to prove that fire isn't weak to water, that's a fact. Yeah it's bothersome to get a bath, but that's in the everyday life. On the ring, a fighter must ignore how much they hate getting wet or dirty if they want to win. I'm just trying to teach you that types aren't the only decisive thing in battles, there are many other factors, like their determination, their experience, their strategies, their creativity. A good fighter is able to use everything they have for their advantage, and come up with the best move for every situation!" A sinister light bulb turned on in the Incineroar's head. "Here, lemme show you an example."

-"What are... you doing?" Cofusion and worry began growing in the tiny Buizel when the tiger laying on him started to move, but not to let him go. He was turning to his left side.

-"Oh I'll just take the iniciative and use my first move. I just came up with it so you'll be the first one to experience it! Isn't it great? I think I'll call it..." the beast lifted his left arm, revealing a darkened forest of red tangled hairs for the world to see... or actually, just for a little otter to see. "Death Trap."

The moment that crevice got exposed to the exterior, a wave of heat and musk hit the Buizel as if they were solid objects. He didn't even need to smell it to be aware of how bad it was. His eyes got itchy and watery in a second, making him feel as if he had entered the kitchen of a restaurant that only served onion-based food. Some sweat-based steam also came out from that hell, finally free from the place that had boiled it down, and making it look like the smell was visible.

-"HOLY... CRAP...!"

He instantly wished he hadn't said those words, not because he feared hurting his captor's feeling, but because there went the little air he had from before the pit opened, and now he would have to refill his lungs.
He would've tried to hold his breath as much as possible, but since he was still in shock and overwhelmed by the invisible wall that attacked his face, he took a breath sooner than he would've ever wanted. It was time for his respiratory system to suffer.

-"ACK! AAAGGH!!! IT REEKS! IT REEKS!!" Said the otter in the middle of his cough fit.

The big cat's smell was already unpleasant, but this was unbearable! The closest thing he would compare it to would be as if some dude with a really active life had choosen one of his t-shirts as his lucky charm to use each single time he went to exercise, and he had the belief that it would wash away his luck if he ever washed it. Even then the Buizel was sure it wasn't still a close enough comparison. This wasn't a sweaty t-shirt, this the part of the body that contributed the most to give that smell to it.

-"Ha! Yeah, when you've got such big muscles and you use your tongue as your principal washing tool, it gets kinda hard to reach some places, and instead of obsessing over it I prefer to just let them be, so yeah, sorry about that. Anyway... back to my move..."

The armpit began getting closer to the sea weasel's face in slow motion.

-"NO! NO!! CLOSE THAT!! PUT YOUR ARM DOWN!!"

-"Hey, no need to scream, I'm trying to put my arm down, I'll use it as a pillow since you'll be in there for a while."

-"NO!! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT! KEEP THAT AWAY FROM ME!!! IT REEKS!!!"

-"Yeah yeah, you said that already, sorry buddy but how are you supposed to learn something if you don't let me finish my lesson?"

-"I LEARNED!! I LEARNED THE LESSON! I'M SORRY FOR TALKING LIKE THAT TO YOU! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"

-"Oh I'm sure you learned that, but that isn't the lesson I was talking about"

-"THEN WHA- UGH! THERE'S SWEAT DROPPING ON MY FACE!!! PLEASE IS GETTING TOO CLOSE!! IT REEKS REALLY BAD I SWEAR! KEEP IT AWAY! LET ME GO!!"

-"Sorry bud, but you gotta learn somehow that this fire type will always beat you, no matter what you do."

After taking a final breath with his mouth, the Buizel found his face almost completely devoured by the stinky pit. He closed his eyes instinctively, as if his body was trying to close all its senses in an attempt to avoid the reality. But his sense of touch and hearing couldn't be turned off, so the inmensense weight and heat along with a ominous heartbeat stayed as a reminder of what was waiting for him out there. When he finally decide to open his eyes, he was surprised to see something other than utter darkness. The beast hadn't covered him completely with his figure, the upper left part of his body had been spared! The happiness caused by this fact was short lived tho, since he eventually realized that the most important part of his body at that moment, his muzzle, was buried deep in the armpit. But he couldn't let this stop him, he could still hold his breath, he could still see the exterior, and he could still escape from there. He began using his free arm to try to lift as much of the tiger as possible, while simultaneously trying to squirm his head out of that hellhole. He was really determined to get away from that idiot as soon as possible. However his efforts resulted on nothing but the otter looking as pathetic as usual.

-"Heh, you know, you feel kinda nice in there, like a mini-pillow that gives massages." Said a voice whose vibrations could be felt trough the whole body of the captive pokemon. "But you seem more silent than I expected. What? You don't dare to take a breath? C'mon now, you know you need it, regardless of how bad it smells."

The Buizel hated how right this jock was. His lungs were already starting to hurt, but the tiniest bit of hope was still there, he hoped that right before he gave up he would be able set himself free, or the Incineroar would stand up and say it all was just teasing, but none of those things happened. He finally gave up and breathed to please his body, but it felt more as if he was punishing it. With his snout trapped within the source of the stentch, a breath felt like allowing fire to go down his nostrils.

-"MMMMPPPPHHH!!! MMTTTSSS WWRRRRSSS!!! MMTTT HHHRRRRTTTSSS!!!!"

-"There he goes..."

The muffled screams of the Buizel, however, started to die pretty quickly, becoming nothing but senseless mumbling. Earlier, he was breathing a mix of musk and oxigen, but now, with his nose locked away from the rest of the world, the only thing left to breath was an infinite supply of manly Incineroar musk in it's purest state, which may have too strong for the poor thing to handle, so not only his brain was being kept away from actual oxigen, but at the same time the stentch itself was trying to kill the pokemon's brain.

-"Huh? What's wrong? Got used so fast? Or will you really be knocked from a whiff? C'mon we just began... Oh I know! You water types can breath water right? I'm sure there's plenty of that in there, you must even feel at home!"

The half-functioning brain of the Buizel was able decodify the words of the Incineroar, and it began working with the information it had just received. He could breath the sweat! ...for the sea weasel's misfortune.

In a robotic manner, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in an attempt to collect as much sweat as possible. When a drop touched the tongue's surface, the Buizel got his conciousness back so he could start another fit of coughs and muffled screams. He wouldn't say the sweat's taste was worse than the musk's smell, however, it did earn a second place, and discovering a new, unpleasantly strong feeling is something that your nervous system usually notifies you of. This disgusting substance had an unbelievably salty taste to it, accompanied by another flavor that he couldn't quite identify, but it was as if he could taste how old the sweat was, all of this along with a texture less liquid than expected for something that's supposed to be just water processed and expelled from a body.

Anyways, since the actions of the otter were still instinc driven, he kept on doing what his body considered necessary for survival, he took a bite of a chunk of armpit fur and began gulping down the liquid that poured from it. Let's not overcomplicate ourselves by trying to understand how the biology of a water type works, the only important thing is that after allowing the sweat go into his mouth, covering everything on his way with an unholy flavor, and letting it go down his troath, the Buizel's body had finally found his new source of oxigen, and the Buizel had found another of his senses damaged beyond repair.

-"Ohhoho! That actually feels kind of nice! Putting that tongue to good use I see. You're the first one who's ever been in there, so you've got years of stacked up sweat to your disposition. Oh! By the way, I almost forget it, it's your turn to make a move. Show me what you can do smart guy."

The Buizel, now painfully aware of his surroundings, thought that this was the moment he had been waiting for, the tiger pokemon would allow him to do anything, escaping was still a possibility. The tiny fighter prepared himself, allowing all the anger he had been feeling flow through his veins, getting ready to get his revenge over his captor... and then he remembered he didn't know any water type moves...

His moveset, which hadn't really changed since he was a child, was Tackle, Growl and Tail Whip. He wasn't exactly in the best position to prepare for a Tackle, and a violated mouth filled with sweaty armpit hair wasn't in the best condition to use Growl, leaving only one option. He tought that it would be impossible too, but as it turns out, the Buizel's tail was also spared from being buried under the mass of muscles! He didn't know much about stats, but Tail Whip is supposed to lower the target's defense, isn't it? Maybe if he used it, the Incineroar would be easier to lift? Could he escape if he used it enough times? It didn't matter if he knew the answer of those questions or not, he needed to try. He would try anything until the last bit of hope was taken away from him.

The Incineroar started feeling little pats on his belly, which made him look in that direction only to find a thin, forked tail moving erratically, causing another burst of laughter to come from him.

-"WAS THAT YOUR MOVE!? SERIOUSLY!!? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The laughter ceased after a while. "Oh boy... hehe... I really need to teach you a lot of stuff... heh. The sun is setting already, so I got good news for you. I'll let you study the move I made the rest of the night while you're in there. Think about everything I said and about why I'm better than you. Maybe you can come up with a new move in the morning. Extra points if you're able to wake me up with it!"

The heel pokemon rested his head on his bicep, letting out a sigh after relaxing his body, and closing his eyes so a night of sweet dreams could begin.

The otter's worry grew after hearing the tiger's words, and he thought of trying to scream again even if it came out as muffled sounds, but maybe this was another oportunity. With all that time to his disposition, his efforts would definitely allow his escape. He once again began doing everything he could to get out of there, his face tried to squirm out, his arm tried to move any of the muscles from their position, and his tail kept trying to make the only functional move of the sea weasel's learnset. But the more time passed, the more he realized how futile all his efforts were. The only result of his face's movements was squishing more sweat out of the fur it had been kept in for so long, staining both sides of his face with slowly-falling sweat drops; his arm's attempt at heavy lifting resulted on a quick drain of energy for the otter and a cheap massage for the tiger; and his tail's move looked like a worm's epileptic seizure, which just kept on patting his captor's belly as if he were a good boy.

-"Maaan... you feel niceee... I should keep ya..." Said a half awake-half asleep Incineroar.

Ten minutes after the bigger pokemon had fell in a slumber, the smaller one was really considering to stop trying anymore. Tears were ready to come out of him, as a result of the mix of his growing dispair, the ever present harmful stentch, and a few sweatdrops that found the eyes' surface on their way.

His non-buried limbs were feeling heavy and they needed rest, but he couldn't give up, he would always try, because the last bit of hope would not dissapear as long as he was still able to see the freedom with his own eye.

Just like if his mind had been read, the Incineroar's body began moving. The Buizel noticed this and a new wave of fear made his free limbs move frantically one last time. The beast was turning his body slightly to the front, and he was going to bury the Buizel completely. The helpless pokemon repeated the same things he had been doing so far, as if they were to work out now for some reason, but they didn't... and the Buizel was able to see in slow motion how the armpit was finishing what it had begun by entrapping the rest of his face in a stinky darkness.

After realizing how his movements were even more worthless in this new situation, and now being unable see any light, that last tiny bit of hope left in a muffled scream of defeat, the disgusting fur absorbing both the sound and said hope, as they were prisoners of the pit just like the retained sweat, the contained musk and the captive Buizel.

The small pokemon forced himself to take a deep breath with his nose in a desperate attempt to lose conciousness and avoid having to be aware of his situation, which ended up in instant regret and instictively gulping down more sweat to get some actual oxigen.

Having to find sleep the old fashioned way, he tried to keep his mind blank, which seemed impossible in an environment that was constantly pushing his senses to the limits.

His sense of taste clearly had it worse, since letting his tongue get covered in that liquid was necesary for survival. His sense of smell wasn't able to take as much of a break as it wanted, since the mighty musk was still able to find its way in the nostrils even if the nose wasn't being used, but the Buizel knew pretty well that it would get much worse if he used it. His eyes were still acking even when kept closed, and the lack of vision only helped to intensify the other senses. Everything under his neck felt numb as any little movement was impossible under the weight of the beast, and he wished his face would feel like that too since the feeling of his face's fur getting heavier and heavier the more it soaked up sweat of another pokemon only helped to make him feel more sick. All of this was accompanied by a scorching heat that made the Buizel believe he would melt and his water type would be boiled out of him... if that made any sense.

The defeated pokemon finally decided to focus on only one of his senses, his hearing. The deafening heartbeat made his whole body vibrate, and it was a reminder that he was at the mercy of a living creature much bigger than him, but he still tried to focus on the rythmic sound and find some kind of comfortness to it, something he actually achieved and that made it much easier to get blessed by sleep, falling in a slumber alongside the Incineroar, who was undoubtedly the winner of this fight.