Pokemon Scent Sation Novels & Stories

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

Paul waved Bart off from further discussing this subject, and got back into searching for the scent. “When you find the scent, you’ll know. It’s a chemical trail that vaguely smells like lemons or citrus. I think it’s a cologne or shampoo they’re wearing, but there’s nothing natural about it.” “Oh, geez. I got it. It smells like that old spray furniture polish, but a knock down cheap version made in a lab.” Paul’s voice trailed off and he looked at Bart for confirmation. “How did I miss that connection?” Bart pulled out his notebook and jotted that observation and theory down for later research. “A cleaning chemical, perhaps?”

I say raising the glass and taking it in one shot, surprisingly it doesn’t taste like anything. “Do we know how she came to make such a potion, to lead Elion to believe he found his mate?” Rush asks. Sally shifts uncomfortably, “I have an idea but it’s not good.” “None of this shit is good,” I tell her, sitting on the couch in my room. Rush sits in the single chair, but Sally paces her brows furrowed in concentration. “I believe the scent marker she used for this potion is your mate.” I jump up. “What do you mean?”

All recollection of spreadsheets and file folders vanished, carried off on a sudden, near-overwhelming tide of sensory input. He could scent him. It wasn't cologne. It was the clean, sharp scent of his soap, the subtle, expensive scent of wool from his suit coat, and beneath that, the clean, warm, essentially male scent of his skin. It was a scent that spoke of power and authority, a scent that had, until now, been one Davidson had been conscious of from a distance. Now it was near. It was enveloping.

He was definitely cynical about it. Professor Fields approached him from the corner of the room, slid her arm about his and led him to the flasks. “Here, take a sniff. It’s definitely different and I believe would do quite well in the market. It is made from the effusion of Neroli, I believe.” Upon the mention of his favorite scent, he picked a piece of paper and sprayed a slight amount on the paper. He held it below his nostrils and was assailed by a strange feeling. He could not define it but it lifted his spirits for the rest of the evening.

It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. I'd been walking through the pack grounds when I heard the engines. Three black SUVs rolling up the main road. Everyone stopped to watch. Royalty doesn't visit small packs like ours often. The door of the middle SUV opened. He stepped out. And I smelled him. Pine. Rain. Earth after a storm. The scent hit me so hard I actually stumbled. Sable went completely still. Not scared. Just... certain. Mate, she whispered. I stood there frozen while he scanned the crowd. His eyes passed right over me. No recognition. No pause. Nothing.

I growled lowly because I admitted that it smells so good. I never smell something strong like that scent ever. I could tell it has a scent of after rain and mint. I sniffed again and it really was so addictive. I started to walk and find where that scent came from. I keep on walking. My legs never felt tired so I came on pacing and smelled the scent coming from somewhere. When I continued walking, I noticed that the scent instantly smelt well. I noticed too that I was walking towards the brook where some of my packs were. Sometimes they take a bath from there.

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