Pokemon Scent Sation Novels & Stories

She sprayed the sample on a velvet piece of cloth and brought it to Gemma, along with a blue silk piece of cloth. "This is what the scent will smell like as soon as you spray the perfume on yourself." She introduced the freshly sprayed velvet cloth and gave it to her, then held the blue silk up. "This was sprayed three hours ago. It's the after scent." She smiled proudly. "Oh, and the scent is slightly different on every material." She couldn't hear what the sales lady was rambling on about. Not only had Yvonne stolen her scent, but she was also using every detail of her marketing strategies, including giving a slight discount to everyone who bought both the male and female version.

He’d also caught the scent. The suppressants Thalynn used were good, manufactured to mimic the synthetic, slightly metallic scent of high-grade Academy air freshener and standard-issue cologne. But in the highly charged, pheromone-saturated environment of the training dome, and at the moment of Thalynn’s greatest physiological stress, a faint, fleeting note had slipped through.

“She’s still in the early stages, but the scent is accelerating. She’ll be in stage two by tomorrow at the latest.” “Excellent. You remembered to take your potion this time? So we don’t have another fumble like last time, correct?” Scorn dripped from every word. I bowed my head, a wave of bitter shame washing over me. The taste of that potion, a disgusting, herbal concoction she forced on me, still lingered in my memory. It wasn’t just to mask my true scent from the world. It was a leash. A vile, chemical suppressant designed to deaden my senses, to make me immune to the very heat that should have been mine to claim. My right to ravage. I had to take it, a necessary evil, just to be able to

“It’s designed to lift your mood based on the time of day. Care to test it?” “Absolutely!” she exclaimed. As she spritzed a fine mist into the air, the vibrant scent of citrus and floral notes enveloped us. “Damn, that’s incredible,” I said, inhaling deeply. “I can practically feel my energy levels rising. Smell familiar?” I grinned, waiting for her reaction. She grinned back at me, nodding. The scents had been based on her own formulas, of course. “This could really take the market by storm—people wearing their mood every day!”

"Oh? Really? I apologize for my insensitivity. It doesn't matter. Every omega has their purpose in the pack." She turned to nuzzle Jack's neck, releasing potent pheromones: "Jack, I can't serve like a poor omega. When we complete our mate bond, you must find a submissive omega like Anna for your parents." "Hahahaha——" Laughter erupted throughout the clearing. I felt my claws extending involuntarily, then forced them back. As soon as I received my moonstone, I wouldn't spend another moment with this pack. Bethel took out a formal parchment from her bag and had it passed to me.

Which is on the far end of the room and beside the window where wind carries away most of the scents. What if she came here after knowing the news but I was busy in the shower? Because Monica doesn't talk to the same person twice if she senses disrespect. I opened the letter to find something written in Monica's handwriting. . . Congratulations on your mark! Spray this to suppress your mate scent if you like. You have things to sort out after all. And find me again if you need something. Have fun. . . Suppress my mate's scent? What the fuck does that even mean? I open the bottle of the pink liquid and I sniff it. It's the scent of the honeysuckle. My mate's scent.

I came running. "Is everything all right?" I asked. Kristof smiled in his seductive way and crooked his index finger. I walked right up to him, smiling back at him, "You called?" Kristof grabbed me and sunk his nose into my neck, breathing in my natural scent. He said I smell of sweet blossoms. It was a sweet scent that only I, his mate had. His was the smell of grass after the rain. I had looked on the internet to find out that the scent was called petrichor. What a nerd I was.

I had never experienced something like this ever before. Zion stood on his paws and stuck out his tongue in pure excitement. His eyes were dilated and he was more than prepared to hover over our mate, but I knew nothing of such sort would be happening. It wasn't that breath-killing matey smell. It was a scent. A simple floral scent that made me sm, otherwise I would have sensed that wolfie sparks knotting with the scent. It wasn't mate. 'It could be, I just know. Just go! Follow this scent,' Zion couldn't hold back his enthusiasm. He was over the top of me for following the route. If I'd hand control to him, he might jump on a random person smelling this aromatic.

She ignored me, she'd been ignoring me alot lately. Professor Bramwell started without delay, which I appreciated. She started with foundational mechanics first, how scent patches worked at a biological level, what they targeted, what they were actually capable of. I uncapped my pen and started writing. "Patches operate on emotional scent output," she said, moving across the front of the room. "Anxiety. Attraction. Grief. Aggression. The patch reads the chemical signature of the emotional state and suppresses the corresponding scent compound before it can be detected externally."

Since Lexi is our pack member, I am sure I will not run out of scent suppressants as long as I am here. I put the tiny spray bottle of scent suppressant in my pocket, zipped it, and smiled; I am glad that Scarlett chose to give it the same fragrance as mine. She told me I smelled like Jasmine, so she put Jasmine flower essence in it, so no one would doubt me. I tied my brown wavy hair in a ponytail and walked out of the room cautiously. I don't want to get bumped into Charlotte or worse, Liam. I am better off without seeing him.