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Tropius Used Sweet Scent

Warning: This story contains oral vore, unbirth and sex. Eevee, Aipom, Victreebel, Serperior, and Tropius © Nintendo Requested by r_a_k2 on FurAffinity

Story (c) Me (DarthArdios/Neoguardian200/Ardios0000/DragonsKey as applicable by site)

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As Eevee made his way through the forest, he went over in his head what he was about to do. The deepest area of the forest were rumored to hold the most delicious berries. After weeks of searching, he had finally tracked down a guide that would lead him to one of these areas. His guide, an energetic Aipom was swinging from branch to branch with his tail several meters ahead, but was roughly keeping pace with his charge. "Are you sure about this kid?" asked the Aipom, having swung over to the Eevee and was now hanging upside down from, "I've heard that those groves are considered sacred to grass-types, and that they'll do anything to keep others out, no matter the foe." Eevee laughed. "Grass-types are nothing but pacifists and herbivores," said Eevee, "What're they gonna do? Talk us to death?"

Aipom shook his head. "That's a common misconception," said Aipom, "haven't you heard of Victreebel? or Serperior? Both actively hunt other Pokemon on a regular basis." "True," said Eevee, "but neither is indigenous to this region." "That may be true," said Aipom, "But i've heard tales of a pair of Tropiuses-" "Isn't it Tropii?" asked Eevee. Aipom facepalmed before dropping down from his branch, and Double Slapping the back of Eevee's head. "No interrupting or questioning my speech, now, as I was SAYING, a pair of Tropiuses who are VERY territorial. No one who's entered this grove has made it out." Eevee laughed, continuing forward. "Fine, don't come with," said Eevee, "More berries for me!" Aipom growled in annoyance and raised an eyebrow as the Eevee suddenly paused, seconds later hearing sniffing from the Normal-type, and a moment later, Aipom realized what was happening. "Sweet Scent," Aipom breathed, putting its paws over its nose, "Hey! Don't breathe through your nose!" Eevee seemed to ignore him, and proceeded forward. Aipom groaned. 'Great,' thought Aipom, 'Now I've gotta save his ass.' Suddenly the Eevee began running, and Aipom inhaled sharply, catching a whiff of the scent. 'Damn,' said Aipom, as his body began to move on its own, quickly moving to keep pace with the Eevee.

Neither knew how long they walked. It could've been minutes or hours, but under the spell of the Sweet Scent, neither was fully aware of what was going on around them. Aipom fought against the force that was now moving his body, but nothing he did could stop it. After a time, they came to a clearing. 'Oh no,' thought Aipom, 'this is really happening!' The two finally stopped as they reached the center of the clearing, though neither could do anything yet. "My my," came a voice from behind them, its tone feminine, "What have we here?" Aipom's mind was screaming at him to run, though his legs refused to listen. "Two morsels have wandered into our grove it seems dear," came a second voice, this one male, and to their right. Aipom turned his head to look, and cried out as he realized what was happening. The Tropius smiled, though this smile had a strongly malicious feeling to it, as his mate circled around on Aipom's other side. "Aww how CUTE," came the female's voice, and Aipom turned his head to face it. The female Tropius was smiling as well, though her smile had an oddly calming effect, though Aipom realized that this was because she was the one using Sweet Scent, "This one's regaining some of its control." The male laughed, and Aipom realized that the male was within a foot of him. "I have to hand it to you," said the male, lowering his head so it was level with the Aipom's, "You're the first to even regain this much control." He raised his head and looked at his mate. "The Eevee's all yours dear," said the male, licking his lips, "This one's mine." Aipom finally managed to wrested control of his body and screamed, just as the male's head descended and he found himself pinned between the male's fleshy tongue and the roof of its mouth. Aipom thrashed hard as the Tropius's tongue pulled him back towards its throat. Without warning, the Tropius tossed its head back and Aipom found himself with his legs and tail in the Grass-type's throat. Aipom closed his eyes as the inevitable happened. The Tropius swallowed. Aipom didn't know how long the Tropius's throat gripped him, but it felt like an eternity before he passed through the sphincter that led to the Tropius's stomach. Aipom shuddered as the stomach churned, quickly coating him in the gastric juices. Aipom knew his time was limited, and began to cry as he curled up and gave into his fate.

Eevee, having regained some control himself, watched in horror as the bulge that was his Aipom guide descended the male Tropius's throat, coming to rest well behind the Grass-type's collar. Eevee whimpered when the bulge passed out of sight, trying to think of something other than what he'd feel when the female behind him did the same. "Shhhh," said the female, kicking her Sweet Scent production into overdrive, causing the Eevee to get lightheaded as he lost himself once more, "Don't worry little one, where you're going isn't nearly as unforgiving." Eevee found himself turning to face the female and let out a silent cry as he came face-to-face with the female's large rear, her vagina dripping wiht juices. "Though in the end," she mused, "You'll still end up feeding me." When the female finished, Eevee felt something long and thick pressing itself between his hind legs and up against his underside before yelping as the male lifted him up with his well-endowed cock and thrust its full length into the female, sending the Eevee deep into the female's vaginal canal, and began to thrust, each one forcing Eevee deeper into the female. Fully regaining control of himself, Eevee screamed as the male orgasmed fully forcing the Eevee into the female Tropius's womb, along with a gallon of cum.

"The little dear is STILL wiggling," the female panted, now laying down as the pleasure had sucked all the strength from her legs. Her mate laughed as he settled down next to her, nuzzling the back of her neck with his chin. "You got lucky," said the male, "Mine stopped almost immediately." "Then next time," said the female, "you can have one shoved up your rear while I suck on mine like candy, since you never remember to TASTE what you eat." The male laughed and the two settled down for a nap to digest their recent meals.