The Salazzle's Kiss
#10 of feral pokémon after losing his home in a nightly rainstorm, the braixen finn finds shelter in the antechamber of a cave only to meet its original inhabitant the next morning, a salazzle who still has room in her harem and convinces the male to stay
Tied Up Nights
The small feral pokémon steps through a narrow passage he made as his delta markings illuminate his surroundings. his eyes scan the room as his ears swivel forward like a radar, his head lowered along with his body as if he is stalking something.
Espeonage
No doubt the work of feral pokémon, those who make their home in the intermediary areas. outlaws and criminals."
Brooke & Zae
She'd definitely brought out the feral pokémon in him. see? she was a natural with these flawless creatures. "here..." brooke reached down and pushed off her shoes, then leaned back while taking off her pants and panties.
Outsetting Encounters
#2 of hidden lifestyle a company called unovanish is in charge of keeping castelia city free of feral pokémon through practices the owner's daughter disagrees with strongly.
The Attack Plan
It's a cycle, and now, there is no more civility, no more trust... nothing that allows us to pretend we're much different from feral pokémon. when situations are dire and resources are scarce, we return to basics and are terrifying individuals.
Days Before
#1 of hidden lifestyle a company called unovanish is in charge of keeping castelia city free of feral pokémon through practices the owner's daughter disagrees with strongly.
Midnight Stroll
His silky red and white fur is much cleaner and well groomed than she would expect a feral pokémon's to be. his glowing red eyes illuminate his face and upper body. underneath his pelt he is visibly muscular, but not too buff like a machamp.
Poke Paradise: Daven
The jolteon grunted out like a wild, feral pokémon as little sparks of his own electricity danced over the back of his body. the bed was already creaking under them as he pounded himself wildly into fel's pussy.
Unexpected Delights
#11 of feral pokémon spring has arrived in the woods and meadows, the trees and flowers are blooming, and mating season is in full swing. only avery has been left out of the merry frolicking.
Disciplinary Measures
She didn't bother answering, and she couldn't with the pain spearing from her bottom entrance, clouding any kind of cohesive thinking or rationality, all she could focus on was the feeling of being ravaged by such a feral pokémon like him.
Catching an Arsonist
This is my first purely feral pokémon story, and probably won't be the last one, because it was fun writing it. i wish you a pleasant read, and i'd like to hear your feedback, comments and ideas arising from this story. "oh no, where is he going now?"