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Kain put his back against the gnarled tree and dipped his toes into the brook. He had a long day of Pokemon watching behind him and a long night of sleep ahead.

The wolf never cared to battle or train Pokemon, practices he privately viewed as cruel. What Kain did enjoy was studying Pokemon in their habitats. Never in an empirical way, not for research, but as a relaxing pastime. This was day three of a week-long vacation he intended to spend getting lost in the woods and admiring the Pokemon he found.

Kain pulled his phone out his pocket. He went over the list of Pokemon he had seen that day. Mostly it had been a Bird- and Bug-Type day, but there had been outliers. He had been lucky enough to catch sight of a rare Bulbasaur in the wild. Knowing that a trainer would have jumped at the chance to catch it filled him with a small amount of pride.

His eyes closed. He could see the setting sun through the lids, smeary and reddened. With a sigh he folded his arms over his chest and wriggled his well-used toes in the burbling water. Soothed by nature, happy to be away from computer screens and artificial lights, the wolf dozed off.

He came to in the dark. The sunlight was only a band of pink glow on the horizon. Kain hastily stood onto somewhat pruned feet and started to make his way back to the small camp he had erected.

Along the way, a rare Pokemon watching opportunity presented itself. He caught whiff of an uncommon smell, one not normally found in nature. Not an unpleasant scent, but a unique one. Sugary, almost sweet like a candy store had its doors open. Layered under the sweetness, complex like a gourmet meal, was another, earthier smell. This smell was musky and vaguely familiar to Kain, whose bouts with estrus often led him to seek out big male Pokemon to satisfy his urges. Kain was not in heat now but the smell still enticed.

Kain took his flashlight from his bag at camp. He followed his nose, no longer feeling tired, only eager to see the Pokemon whose trail he'd found. He had never seen a Salazzle in person but had had the smell of one described to him. The thought that he might see one now delighted him in a nerdy fashion.

He pushed through rustling leaves and twigs, his LED flashlight cutting wild shadows around shifting foliage. He stepped over the carcass of an ancient tree; small nocturnal Pokemon rustled in its nooks and shied away from his presence. The beam moved across the dark hide of his quarry. Her vaguely serpentine form was distinct, though Kain had only a brief look before she disappeared into the brush.

A quick look wouldn't do. Her smell was filling his head, catching in his nose like a sneeze that would not come. Kain was not exactly male, being equipped with female genitals, but the scent of a musky Pokemon could still inspire his lust. His pursuit gradually lost its nerdy innocence the longer he chased her scent.

The forest gave way to a small clearing and thence to a cave, the mouth of which was somewhat upturned like a basin's rim. Kain followed his nostrils and the flashlight to the cave. From its entrance the smell was powerful; he had no doubt she was inside. Without the influence of her pheromones, he would simply have stopped there and ambled back to his camp. But now he couldn't leave it alone, not when she was so near.

As he crept into the cave, descending the steep slope of the rocks into darkness, Kain told himself he would stay only briefly. Just enough to get a look at her, then he would go.

The slope led into a great cavern. Kain's flashlight beam cut a pitiful swath in the blackness. He turned it off and closed his eyes, waiting for his night eyes to adjust. When they did he was able to see with some clarity. Toward the rear of this uneven cavern was a sprawling nest of fresh leaves on a bed of old grass. Overpowering the musty smell of decay was her musk, rich and thick in this place.

Kain approached slowly with a sense of wonder, along with a familiar throb in his loins. Moving towards the point where the musk was at its most potent brought to mind a space documentary he had seen - The Beautiful Terror of The Singularity. Here was Kain about to cross the event horizon into a singularity of pheromones and musk. Once an object crossed the event horizon, nothing could escape. It was bitingly relevant to Kain.

From the nest, two eyes watched... then four, six, eight, then even more still. Most watched warily, soft hisses coming from the nest, but one pair studied him with interest. It was her, eyeing him, smiling seductively as Salazzles did. She moved out of the nest, slinking on long nimble fingers, coming up to Kain with purpose.

The wolf, for all his reading, did not know Salazzles tended to top out at four feet. The one before him was every bit of six. Regardless of size, her scent was intoxicating at this proximity. Kain could only look at her imploringly, his fingers reaching for her without daring to touch. His pussy was unbearably wet, itching as a consequence, and he wanted to strip down and masturbate until the pads on his fingers wrinkled.

She slunk around him. Nuzzling, sniffing, licking softly. Her narrow nose brushed with his loins with particular fancy; she rolled her glinting lavender eyes up to his as if in surprise at what she smelled.

Kain at last touched her. He ran a paw along her smooth hide, warm and almost painfully sensual. Under his fingers she felt delicate yet strong, and he knew it was her sinew he felt. He whispered, "Oh, you're beautiful."

The Pokemon eyed him, seeming to understand, for her smile turned all the more seductive. She slunk around him one final time and began to pad away, back to her nest. In the middle of her walk she shifted gracefully to quadruped locomotion, and her tail flagged unnecessarily high, baring both the bud of her anus and her slit. Kain focused intently on both, and in the darkness failed to realize the nub of pink emerging from her slit.

In spite of the warning hisses from the nest, Kain followed her. Not because he knew that the Salandits would not attack him without her command or his aggression; it was pure, stupid lust which made him follow her. As far as he knew, she was female and wholly incompatible with him but he was eager to smell and taste her. He was imagining the taste of her hide, leathery and svelte. The pungent musk of her vulva. Even the earthier smell of her anus, that deserved love too. Kain was eager to give pleasure and receive her smell.

Kain stepped into the sprawling nest of the Salazzle. Her scent marked this area strongly. All around Kain, at the margins of the nest's foliage, the male Salandits hissed and glowered. But she lay in its center, body coiled, head resting on her side. The whip end of her tail tick-tocked lazily against the leaves. Her eyes studied Kain, her smile infectious.

The wolf clumsily disrobed. His panties, soft pink things he wore to feel pretty, were fixed to the tacky wet lips of his sex and inverted as he pulled them down. The Salazzle only watched, subtly amused, tail tick-tocking faster. As Kain threw his clothes aside, the Salandits bit them, pulled on them, shredded them hastily not for nesting materials, but out of spite. Kain noticed but did not care. He was enchanted by her smell.

A low and quite playful hiss rolled off of her lips. She slunk her slender body on the leaves, rolling over, putting her gently curving breast and wide hips up to face the jagged ceiling. Now there was no misconstruing what the Pokemon had between her legs. Nine inches of turgid cock hung from her genital slit. Its shaft was smooth, not knotted or ridged in some fanciful way, and its head came to a conical point. Precum rich in sweet musk rolled down its belly.

"Oh-! You've got-, oh, perfect," Kain said, almost squealing with delight. He knelt and leaned close to her, then looked back, at last self-conscious of the warning hisses.

The Salazzle, queen of the harem, touched Kain's cheek with a spindly finger. She regained his attention and nuzzled sweetly with him. The message was clear to Kain: don't mind them.

The wolf shuddered at being in such close proximity to her. "Oh, you're perfect," he said softly, speaking only for her. He touched her using clumsy fingers. His paw slid over her belly and breast, coming to the shaft of her penis.

Following his nose, following the musk, Kain dipped his head and wrapped his maw around her penis. Its shaft was a familiar pleasure to the wolf. When Kain gave into his heat and fucked Pokemon, he gravitated towards Fire-Types with their imposing bodies and violent attitudes; this Salazzle, too, was partly Fire-Type but her attitude was so coy and gentle that Kain did not feel threatened. He would never have sucked on an Arcanine or a Charizard so delicately. His mouth would have would been savagely fucked. Not something a slut like Kain minded, certainly, but the Salazzle was too calm for that.

Precum rolled across his tongue. In the past, romps with Poison-Types had taught Kain that bodily fluids could be foul-tasting, although often not toxic when ingested. Tasting the Salazzle's natural lubrication was a pleasure; her flavor was like a liquid musk, tart and rich with a subtle numbing effect on his tongue.

Soft hisses, playful snakewords slunk past the Salazzle's lips. Her legs hugged around Kain's body, slinky toes brushing together. Her hands gave soft affection to his head, rubbing his ears, using long digits to massage deep inside of the cones.

Kain groaned and kicked like a happy puppy. It embarrassed him to enjoy an ear rub so much but the Salazzle was an expert. In return he gulped on her cock, slobbering it, tangling his clumsily numb tongue around its shaft for squeezes and slurps. His drool pattered onto her hide in fat drops.

From the margins, one of the Salandits approached. His eyes were narrowed and a low, dangerous hiss rose from his throat. He smelled the intruder, wasting no time by going for the hindquarters. His nostrils mashed against Kain's snug pink anus and sniffed sharply. Kain yipped and squirmed, tightening his anus out of reflex.

The wolf's maw slid off of the Salazzle's shaft, leaving it coated in thick saliva. He gazed at her with desperately loving eyes, a gaze nearly hypnotized by heady musk. She smiled in her knowing way, touching and petting. Her legs squeezed him and her long fingers pulled at him, dragging him forward, coaxing him up.

Kain understood. If he had sported a penis too, the outcome would have been the same; he was in her domain, he was her subject, and he would be bred by her. He climbed over her tapered cock with a sense of joy, blissfulness at having been picked by this Pokemon. Her musk pervaded him, controlled him, and he was her obedient slave without a single word spoken.

Eagerly but with a mild amount of decorum, Kain slid onto the Salazzle's cock. He shivered as its widening cone spread open his sex. The heat of a Fire-Type was familiar and it pleased him immensely. His paws spread across her smooth breast, eyes locking with her smoldering gaze.

As the wolf began to ride, the Salandits had their say again. Gentle hisses, less warning and more curious. Eyes peering in the dark, stealthy footsteps coming closer. They began to prod and taste Kain: nibbling toes, licking thighs, taking irregular turns sampling his anal musk. Others went for their queen. Kain saw them kissing her, grinding against her, and she in turn showed their small erections loving attention with fingers and tongue.

With a smile as mesmerizing as her musk, the Salazzle pulled down the riding wolf by his shoulders. Still Kain moved against her, making his tight pink cunt work the Pokemon's cock, milking it of its hot precum. He was only too happy to pleasure her, and his will had been so plied by her scent that when she brought his muzzle low enough for her Salandits to make use of it, he stayed put willingly. He was, after all, the outsider; it seemed only fair he should pay his dues to her harem.

A small, eager penis slipped between Kain's sticky jowly lips. He gave a gentle moan, encouraging the Salandit, and then he began to suckle as the Pokemon started to hump. The Salandit's small, leathery hands gripped Kain's snout while his rear legs pushed.

Although Kain first had only eyes for the Salazzle, he became infatuated with the many Salandits as they nibbled and ground against him, frittering away their precum against his soft fur, fucking the spaces between his trail-worn toes. Some continued to smell and sample his anus, others his pussy as it enveloped their queen's penis.

She nuzzled with Kain's occupied face. Her smile was wide, infectiously sweet. Her tongue slid along his cheek and over the bridge of his snout. Between his eyes, over the ridge of an eyebrow it went, preening his fur. All this as her hands caressed his hips and guided him to ride harder, harder still. Soft bucks of her formidable hips deepened the sex, pushing her shaft further into Kain, spreading hot precum deeper in his sex.

Kain suckled small, twitching Salandit cock hungrily. His tongue slathered its flesh, smearing drool onto its length. The little Pokemon huffed and hissed, beginning to grin, tail swishing. His body writhed against the wolf's muzzle and his mouthfucking took on a pronounced urgency.

Kain heard the hiss, then felt the thick spurts of hot cream against his tongue. It was no surprise to the wolf but a delight to him all the same. He drank it down gratefully and he pulled back only once the Salandit did the same. Kain's Salazzle queen kissed his musky lips with a warm grin on her long snout. Her hand found his paw, and her dark fingers interlaced with his for a squeeze.

"This is wonderful," Kain cooed. Deep in his sex was the tightening, tingling sensation of an oncoming climax. It would come on as a consequence of the smooth sex, and of the intoxicating embrace of the Salazzle's scent. Kain did not want to rush his orgasm. He kissed her back, sweetly cooing, "You are perfect. You're so perfect and beautiful and I just want to be your pet."

The Salazzle's smile did not change, but her eyes narrowed and her cheeks warmed. She pecked a kiss on his snout and hugged him close to her slim form. In a smooth turn, she rolled with Kain so that the wolf's back was in the nest. Then, hunched over the wolf so that she could be nose to nose with his musky snout, the Salazzle began to fuck him. Her slinking, sensual movements lent themselves well to a smooth but urgent lay; her cock pounded his cunt, leaving Kain whimpering and gasping.

It was then that the Salandits joined in in force. Three crowded around his face and Kain struggled to please them all, suckling one as the others rubbed against him, marking his face with their musky precum. Then switching to another, going through the whole dance again. Others nuzzled into his splayed legs, taking care not to interrupt their queen. Their small bodies let them slip into the tightest quarters, in this case so that they might take turns forcing their cocks into his vacant anus. Their small size relative to Kain made the anal sex nearly painless.

Other Salandits the Salazzle herself attended to as she drilled Kain. She suckled one, putting a wide smile on his face. Another she masturbated in her spidery fingers, quite easily coaxing a load from him. Like badly-timed charges, the Salandits all began to cum sooner or later; Kain swallowed another two of their small loads and one was plastered across his face. Three of the males came in his behind. Those not in the Salazzle's care enjoyed Kain's paws, and soon made the wolf's pads and fur sticky.

In time, every last Salandit was sprawled near Kain, huffing and hissing and crowding around him in acceptance. To Kain, the acceptance was heartwarming, but it was still the queen he loved most. He was whimpering for her, pushing into her grinds, offering everything he could to her.

She in turn made use of Kain's body freely. Her slender hips slapped rudely with his, but her posture was never anything but elegant. Even as she began to hiss and huff, her composure was astounding; she truly did conduct herself like a queen, decorum before all else.

Beneath the perfect Salazzle, Kain whimpered and writhed. It wasn't lost on him that his efforts to relax had led him here. Kain would have ended up knuckle-deep in himself in the pursuit pleasure anyway; now he had someone to share his pleasure with. He caressed her, savoring smooth hide and its lack of grain, so that his paws could roam it freely. Smelling her both closely and in the ambient air, savoring that too, loving everything about his Salazzle queen.

Kain whimpered for her. He kissed on her lurid smile and whined, "Fill me up. Put your eggs inside me." He said with a croon, "Oh, fuck. Ooh fu-u-uck..."

The wolf's cunt tightened possessively around the Salazzle's tapering cock. He grimaced as he came, squirting hard, adding to the cavern's damp air his own vulgar musk. He kissed his queen harshly, pushing his tongue beyond her lips. The huffing Pokemon reciprocated, though not without some teasing; she suckled the tongue of her newest plaything, and the slinking, strong whip of her own tongue slithered along every surface of his maw as though sampling what now belonged to her.

The Salazzle's body ground against Kain's prone form firmly and smoothly, the sensual lizard basking in the humid depths of Kain's tightening box. She pressed into him again and again, the cone-shape of her penis gently dilating Kain's constricting vaginal muscles, coaxing from Kain a din of crooning, muffled moans.

Her eyes drifted around at her many Salandits, all in her harem satisfied, most with eyes closed and snuggled close to Kain's warmth. This made her exceptionally happy; had Kain refused to pleasure her harem, she would have rejected him in spite of her own feelings towards him. But the outsider was a perfect addition, some soft fur to complement her smooth hide - and at last a pussy to fuck, to impregnate. She dislodged her maw from his and nuzzled with him, gazing at his taut, almost pained features with delight.

Compared against the orgasms of her Salandits, the Salazzle's climax was massive. Its tingling pleasure came on hard and faltered her graceful rhythm. She fell against Kain, penis bottoming out in his sex as the first ropes came. Fertile Pokemon seed gushed into the wolf's body, overfilling him. Though her shaft corked him neatly, an ooze of spent semen escaped the plug and drizzled out into his fur and over her smooth hide.

Without hesitation, several of the Salandits began to lick away this oozing semen. It was their duty in life to worship and to groom their queen, and that was just what they did. Kain giggled at the feeling of small reptilian tongues wicking away the mess. He nuzzled with her and cooed, "I could get used to this."

The Salazzle grinned. Her expression was one of tired satisfaction. She kissed his lips and closed her eyes, laying her head on him. Kain yawned; sex always made him sleepy too. A good breeding, even more so. Like digesting a big meal, he often felt especially worn-out after being seeded. And so the wolf slept, happy as the newest member of the Salazzle's harem. His relaxation was complete, and his thoughts were far from computer screens and artificial lights.