Pokemon Scent Sation Novels & Stories

A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound. At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always loved that scent, the way it signals change, the beginning or end of something. It’s funny how it aligns with him, as if his presence heralds something new in my life. I find myself considering never washing these sheets again, just to cling to that scent a little longer.

However, wiping it off with a tissue is not helping, it just makes everything spread! "What are you wiping off? Wait, you smell different." She said then sniffed my neck like a dog. "Mielly stop. Tss, stupid perfume" I said in annoyance. "No, you stop. Your neck's turning red already. The scent's not bad. I mean it smells really good, but I think it's for men Stace. Where'd you get that?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her another question instead. "Mielly, aren't you a fan of Antoine Laurent's Perfume? How come you did not recognize that stupid old man?"

Nothing of Kayden and Zara. "Each scent is unique and carefully curated. That passion and the zeal of each person that comes to the gym, birthed an idea in me." I watch him pick up a deodorant, spray it and as expected, the flashes goes wild. "Being sweaty is expected after gym, but this specialized body mist neutralizes moisture and wards off odor-causing pheromones, leaving you completely refreshed," Dean claims. I nod stiffly because his product explanation is technically accurate, but I despise that he stole the presentation from me.

Both surprised and impressed by my insight, Oscar turned to me and said, “That’s a good question. We have a special perfume to wear.” “Eau de wolf, I assume,” Kenzie said with a sarcastic sigh. “Wolf what?” I suspiciously asked as all kinds of crazy thoughts flitted through my mind as to how they’d produce a wolf scent. I hoped it didn’t involve blood or the like. It was at that moment that I realized that I was associating blood with Oscar. Of course, I quickly rationalized it by remembering that he was a veterinarian. “Where do you get wolf scent?”

I hesitated for a moment, then spritzed a small amount on my wrist. As the scent wafted up to me, my eyes widened in shock. It was incredibly similar to my own scent, the one I had always thought was unique to me. My mind raced with questions. How could this be? I picked up another bottle and tried it, then another. Each perfume had slight variations, but the core scent was unmistakably similar to mine. It was as if the breeders had somehow captured my essence and bottled it.

Though she didn't really have much hope that Elie would tell all the truth, she still wanted to give it a try. Suddenly her over-sensitive nose senses a sweet smell, floating around her. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to identify the smell. One of her talents is that she could sense various smells and identify them to a degree. "A sweet tea scent with some mild aromatic flowers." She murmured. Her brows furrowed together more deeply when she detected the actual scent. "Red Ginseng!" Scarlett knew this Korean element and smelled it once in her school, so she knew the scent only. No other ideas of how it works.

I always use a highly artificial pine body wash to mask my natural pheromones, and I carefully apply the harsh soap every single morning to ensure I project a sterile, untouchable aura to my subordinates. However, the sterile pine scent is completely gone, and a terrifying realization washes over my mind as I inhale the heavy, undeniable aroma radiating directly from my own pores. My natural biological scent is now permanently mixed with the rich, dark cedar of Rhett and the incredibly heavy, burnt tobacco of Seth's grounding venom.

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

In fact, Greg sensed no anger at all despite just telling her about something that practically went against the system she was defending. Her curious bright eyes even encouraged him to give more than he was asked, so he did, “Human scents are the worst, by the way. Their general scent is very varied, unlike ours which is quite standard. And because of that, scent sprays for this species are normally tailored to a specific region or group. And there’ll be different scents when they sweat. It really is a hassle. If I ever start a business selling scent sprays, I’m dead certain about never taking human scents into my inventory. Most of them would expire before they’re bought off the shelf.”

as Ria predicted. As we slipped into a trendy boutique, Ria pressed a small spray bottle into my hand. “What’s this?” I whispered. “Scent blocker. Hide your scent, hide your trail,” she replied. “It’s not illegal, just expensive. My parents are control freaks—believe me, this is the only way.” I hesitated but spritzed my wrists and neck, the herbal scent quickly fading. Ria did the same, and I could already feel my nerves settling, if only a little.