Joining the Harem

Giving a serene sigh as she hopped out of her car, Ophelia couldn't help but to hum with joy, squinting at the bright sunshine as she looked up at the flock of Pidgeots flying in the blue skies above, her car parked at the end of a little dirt road at the edge of a dense forest. The kobold’s stuffy office job had become downright unbearable in the last few weeks, with deadlines and meetings breathing down her neck every other second it seemed, barely even able to make it home with how late she had to stay and how early she had to get in every day. But finally, after one last week of crunch time and sleepless hours, the project the kobold was working on had come to an end, giving the woman the opportunity for some much needed time off, and she knew exactly how to spend the first day or two of it: as far away from the busy city and her office as possible. The furred kobold pulled off her hoodie, leaving only a light tank top and a pair of joggers on, her warm yellow coat poking out from under her outfit as she fanned herself softly, bending over to pick up her backpack from the passenger side seat. The woman wasn't entirely sure how long she'd stay at the forest, having packed enough in her bag for a good day-long hike, with more supplies and a sleeping bag in the back of her car if she decided to stay overnight even. With how much planning and careful management she'd done in the last few weeks, Ophelia wanted to just do the opposite of all that, throwing caution to the wind and getting as spontaneous as possible. She hadn't looked up any hiking spots in advance, simply driving out the city and going down whichever road looked enticing, continuing on until she'd hit the end of the path. Glancing at her phone to look at the time, the woman noticed that she didn't have any signal so deep into the wilderness, giving a slight frown since she was planning on giving her girlfriend a call, informing Freya that she was going on a trip after such a hard few weeks at work, having left the city in such a hurry that she hadn't even remembered to tell anyone until it finally popped into her mind on the road. Trying not to let anything bring her mood down, the woman just shrugged and tossed her phone into the car, thinking she'd get around to calling up her girlfriend once she was on her way back home, it's not like her and Freya were planning to meet up in the next few days anyways. The kobold had done enough camping out in the wilderness that she thought she could easily handle whatever the forest would throw her way even without her phone, sure she wouldn't have any problems either with the elements or the Pokemon, since the area was known for mostly harbouring fairly tame and friendly beasts. Tossing her backpack onto her shoulders, grabbing her camera out from the car in case she ran into any particularly majestic or cute ferals, Ophelia took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the fresh forest air before heading into the woods. 

Hiking through the forest, occasionally trekking along little paths made by wild Pokemon while at other times having to duck and weave her way through more dense shrubbery, Ophelia got deeper and deeper into the woods. The thick canopy made the sun a little more bearable, shrouding the woods in shade, muffling the sound of birdsong as the woman enjoyed the cooler temperature, occasionally standing perfectly still and just closing her eyes to appreciate the sounds and scents all around her. After about an hour of hiking, the kobold decided to have a little break and a snack, laying her backpack down under a tree before sitting on it as well, nestling her rump onto a nice little patch of dry and soft moss as she sighed with a big smile on her muzzle. The woman dug out a cereal bar from her bag, sitting back and munching on it as she went through some of the pictures she'd taken, chuckling to herself as she scrolled through the snapshots she'd caught. Ophelia hadn't managed to catch anything particularly exotic, just a few Furrets and Skwovets skittering around in the underbrush, one picture of a rather adorable Eevee stopping for a drink from a small stream. Just as the woman was fiddling around with her camera, she heard something making a bush shake just off to her side, peeking around the tree she was sitting against and watching for any movement. Suddenly, a little sapling shook on the opposite side of where she was staring, making the hair on the kobold’s neck stand on end, as if she was being watched by someone. Just out of the corner of her eye, the woman spotted something running, something fairly small and low to the ground, nothing bigger than a Pikachu, disappearing into the brushes before she could get a good look. Feeling tense for some reason, even though she knew full well that the forest was full of little critters who meant no harm to her, Ophelia dropped her snack and readied her camera, thinking she could at least get a shot of whoever was spooking her, hopefully ease her mind slightly. Hearing the bushes rustling again behind her back, the kobold quickly spun around and took a picture, squinting down at the viewfinder as she looked at the blurry image she'd managed to snap. The assailant was indeed fairly small, mostly dark and smooth, sporting scales instead of fur, blending into the shadows. A few red stripes ran along the back of it, and two purple eyes glimmered in the dark, leaving the woman perplexed. The Pokemon almost looked like a Salandit, except the lower half of it seemed almost wispy, and the colouration wasn't quite right. Scratching her head, Ophelia thought that maybe she'd managed to catch a glimpse of some sort of a shiny variant of the mischievous species. 
Catching an odd scent in the air, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, the woman glanced up from her camera with a startled squeak as she suddenly noticed at least a dozen pairs of glimmering purple eyes staring at her from the shadows of the bushes. Freezing on the spot, the crowd of curious ferals eyed up the kobold as she gulped, anxiously backing up by a step as soon as her body began to listen to her commands again, flinching as a branch snapped right behind her. 

Tensing up as she felt a hot breath wafting against her neck, her ears perking up at the sound of something between a purr and a growl, Ophelia wasn't sure whether she even dared to turn around and look at what exactly had crept up behind her. With a bead of nervous sweat running down her brow, the crowd of little Pokemon still staring at her from the shadows, the woman slowly turned around, giving a scared gasp as soon as she laid eyes on the beast. Peeking out from behind the tree, a Salazzle eyed up the lone kobold with a curious, possibly even sly, smile, standing up on her back legs, easily twice as tall as the short hiker. The female Pokemon wasn't quite like the Salazzle that Ophelia had seen before however, her head a more angular and arrow-like shape, her long tail disappearing in what looked like a faint, ethereal wisp of smoke towards the tip of it, a pair of tassels coming from her hips. Ophelia almost thought that the feral lady looked like some sort of a hybrid between a Salazzle and a Dragapult: a Salazzapult. Aware of the rather devious and playful nature that most Salazzles exhibited, and rather anxious about what a dash of Dragapult in that mixture might lead to, the kobold began to slowly back away from the feral female, trying to avoid the Pokemon’s piercing gaze as the narrowed purple eyes stared right through her. The Salazzapult opened her maw slightly to let her long tongue dangle down, slithering in the air like a snake as a few drops of her drool dripped onto the floor, the scent that the woman had caught earlier suddenly growing stronger. The scent was earthy yet sweet, almost lewd in a manner that Ophelia couldn't quite understand, a single sniff of it making her head spin as she staggered back, just about to take off running. Before the kobold could do anything, the Salazzapult suddenly lunged at the woman, grasping her in something mimicking a lover's embrace, one of the feral's forepaws latching around the back of her head while the other took her by her waist, the female's long tail wrapping around her back as she let out a startled squeak. The woman was quickly muffled by the Salazzapult pressing her muzzle against Ophelia’s, her tongue slithering down the kobold’s maw as a flood of pheromone filled the air. Feeling her lungs filling with the intoxicating concoction while the Pokemon kissed her more passionately than half the people she'd slept with, Ophelia moaned as she tried to wriggle free of the feral's tight hug, her struggling growing weaker with every breath of the Salazzapult’s pheromones, her mind going foggy as she shivered. Running her eyes down the Pokemon’s slender and smooth body, the kobold saw the female's slit, a pair of puffy pussy lips letting a hint of pink peek out, the black and violet scales glistening with the constant trickle of the Pokemon’s juices drooling from the mound. 

Unable to pull away from the feral's kiss, squirming in the Salazzapult’s embrace as the slimy tongue swirled around in her maw, tickling the back of her throat, Ophelia moaned as the Pokemon pulled her in closer, their bodies pressed together. Feeling the warmth of the much bigger female, the Salazzapult’s every exhale flooding her with more and more pheromones, the kobold could barely even think straight anymore, her legs squeezing together as she blushed, feeling her panties getting soaked as she fell further under the influence of the wild Pokemon. With the woman under their mistress’ grasp, the Salazzapult’s harem skittered out of their hiding spots, a good dozen of Salandits running over to the pair of ladies, eager to serve. Each of the small males had some of the same odd, hybrid features as their mistress, more ethereal and ghostly than their normal counterparts, their tails and back legs made up of a ghostly mist, though they were all real where it counted. Ophelia’s half-lidded eyes widened in terror as she saw one of the Salandits hopping up onto the Salazzapult’s shoulder, the male sporting a rather large erection for his size, his member twitching as it pushed out of his genital slit, precum dripping onto his mistress’ chest as the female's pheromones got him ready for action. Several more of the Salandits surrounded the kobold, some climbing onto her while others grabbed at her clothes with their paws, claws, and teeth, ripping and tugging at her outfit until she was just as nude as the ferals, her nethers left completely exposed. Ophelia whimpered and quivered as she felt the male harem on her, curious snouts sniffing and licking at her soaking wet cunt while others instead peeked under her tail, ticklish claws feeling up her belly and breasts as a few of the males were grinding their manhoods against her fur, drenching it in the musk of horny ferals. The woman was under the Salazzapult’s spell enough that she didn't even try to struggle against the Salandits molesting her, just standing there and letting them lap and sniff her all over, while their mistress made out with her, the kobold’s eyes staring off into the big female's hypnotic gaze while gusts of pheromones flooded over her. 

With the woman sufficiently pacified, the Salazzapult finally released the kobold from her grasp, pulling her tongue out from the dazed Ophelia’s maw and letting go, smacking her lips as she gave her latest victim a nudge. Too drunk from the pheromones to even stay up on her feet, the light shove was all that was needed for Ophelia to topple like a cut down tree, flopping onto the soft moss-covered ground with a thud and a faint grunt, lying there on her back, sprawled out as she watched the big Pokemon looming over her, the Salandits crawling all over. Stepping over the woman, standing up on her back legs as her tail whipped the air, the Salazzapult gave a lusty snarl as she glared down at the poor kobold who'd strayed into her hunting grounds, a constant drool of her juices leaking from her slit and onto the dazed woman under her. All Ophelia could do was to stare up at the feral lady, eyeing up the gently twitching pussy hovering right over her face, groaning and flinching softly as big droplets of the Salazzapult’s nectar dripped onto her snout, the scent of the pheromones only growing stronger. With a devious smile, the Salazzapult suddenly squatted down directly on top of the woman's face, squeezing Ophelia’s head between her plump thighs as she buried the poor hiker’s muzzle into her crotch, giving a pleasured cry as the kobold weakly squirmed around under her. Ophelia’s eyes rolled back as the Pokemon squatted down on her face, grasping at the female's legs as she moaned against the Salazzapult’s loins, almost instinctively opening her maw wide and pushing her tongue into the waiting, juicy mound. All the kobold could taste and smell was the overwhelming and intoxicating female, drinking the Salazzapult’s sap by the mouthful as she lapped at the feral's folds, barely even able to breathe as the lusty Pokemon humped her face, grinding the soaking wet slit against her face, smearing the juices all over her snout and drenching her fur in it. While their mistress sat on the woman's face, keeping her pinned to the ground and under the Salazzapult’s spell, the harem of Salandits got busy as well, more thorough exploring and groping the kobold’s body all over. Some were already grinding and humping Ophelia, rutting against her thighs or trying to mount her hand, while others were sniffing around her crotch, quickly finding the source of the delicious scent wafting from her soaked cunt.

With her face buried between the Salazzapult’s thighs, the female's tail curling around her head as she dug her tongue deeper into the Pokemon’s slit, Ophelia felt the Salandits crowding around her crotch. Though a faint part of her still tried to grapple for control, to stop the debauchery that was happening to her, the woman was quickly losing control of herself, willfully spreading her legs for the males as she moaned against the Salazzapult’s slit. Quickly jumping on the kobold to get to her before the rest of the harem had the opportunity, one of the Salandits scrambled to mount Ophelia, his claws grabbing at her fur as he hurriedly thrust against her damp mound. The first few attempts didn't quite go to plan, with the male's girth slipping off her pussy lips before he managed to get inside, but the determined Salandit eventually managed to hit the mark, ploughing into the pinned down hiker with gusto, snarling and panting as he immediately slammed his cock right down to the hilt. Ophelia squealed and tensed up as she felt the Pokemon bucking into her, the woman's tail curling up and her legs trembling as he rutted her hard and fast, clinging to her with his claws and teeth, as if he was the one holding her down and not his mistress easily four times his size. A few of the other Salandits nipped at the mounting one's flank, trying to shove him off while he was busy enjoying the feel of the woman's cunt, unhappy with having to wait for their turn. Deciding that he didn't need to wait in line, or try to stop his fellow harem member from breeding the kobold, one of the Salandits sniffed around near the hiker’s rump instead, catching a glimpse of her tailhole as she squirmed around on the ground. Without hesitation, he immediately leapt at the opportunity and tried to mount the woman's backside, his stiff member prodding at Ophelia’s ass cheeks as he searched for her hole. Seeing her harem’s predicament, the Salazzapult gave a sly purr, reaching back to grab Ophelia’s ankles and lift up her latest victim’s backside, giving the Salandits better access. The male immediately plunged his girth into the kobold’s tailhole, getting another moan from the whimpering woman as he wasted no time making use of her. The Salandits’ humping was much more forceful and wild than what Ophelia was used to, getting rocked around by the force of the thrusting as both her pussy and ass were getting simultaneously bred, all while she was still being forced to eat out the Salazzapult. Of course, the kobold was also used to her partners lasting a little while longer than the males, their wild nature making them more sprinters rather than marathon runners, hammering away at whatever hole they could find as hard as they could for maybe a minute, before they'd shoot their load and pull out. Any spent Salandit was immediately replaced by another one however, making sure that all of Ophelia’s holes were constantly in use even with the males on their own not lasting for very long. 

With a constant line of Salandits just waiting for their turn with her holes, her muzzle buried between the Salazzapult’s legs, Ophelia quickly began to lose all sense of herself. With every inhale, the woman was breathing in more of the sexual predator’s pheromones, overcoming her defences as she fell deeper into the lusty haze, all while the Salazzapult loomed over her, grinding against her face with a satisfied smirk. The kobold’s fur from her chest down was utterly coated with Salandit cum after just a few rounds with the little ferals, his tailhole and pussy both flooding with Pokemon cum as she moaned in a daze, feeling more of the feral seed flooding her womb, the first load barely even getting enough time to spill out from her slit before another male took the last one's place, getting to work on pumping another load in her. Unable to think straight, or think much at all for that matter, Ophelia’s entire mind was taken up by nothing but eating out the Salazzapult sitting on her face as well as getting bred by the big female's harem, cumming herself from the constant barrage of stimulation. The woman's pleasured gasps and moans were barely even noticeable underneath all of the feral grunting and panting, muffled by the pussy lips she was digging deep inside of, quivering as she climaxed while a Salandit was giving her cunt yet another creamy filling. The more she was bred by the members of the Salazzapult’s harem, and the more she huffed of the feral female's wonderful pheromones, the more tingly and ticklish Ophelia began to feel all over, sore yet warm like after a hard workout, her muscles feeling weaker with every whimper she let out. Overcome by the exhaustion and the pheromones she was breathing in, the unfortunate hiker soon went completely limp, her eyes closing as she blacked out, the last thing she saw being the Salazzapult’s grinning face leering down at her as more Salandits crowded around her. 

Coming to her senses, Ophelia groaned as she rolled onto her back, squinting her eyes as she looked up at the skies through the thick canopy of the forest, realising it was midday even with her vision so blurry she could barely see anything. Unsure of how long she'd been lying sprawled out on the forest floor, the kobold slowly pushed herself to sit up, shivering as she still felt cum bubbles up from her creampied slit, her ass crack still soaked in the seed. The woman's fur was drenched with pools and puddles of dried cum, stinking of feral lust, signalling she'd been lying there unconscious for at least a little while after her assailants had moved on, though Ophelia had a hard time remembering what exactly had happened to her. Clutching her head as she let out a groggy grunt, the image of the Salazzapult’s piercing violet eyes staring down at her flashing in her mind as her headache intensified, the kobold staggered up to her feet. Though shaky, she managed to get up, leaning against a tree as she panted, feeling sore all over, shaking her head as her blurry vision slowly returned. Glancing down at herself, Ophelia was shocked to see that something was terribly wrong, immediately noticing some changes in her body. The fur around her belly had started to transform, a patch of purple and pink colouration spreading across her crotch, making her look like one of her parents had gotten a bit too friendly with a Salazzle before she was born. The kobold also had a pair of tassels sprouting from just above her tail, the same she'd seen on the Salazzapult, even her hips seeming just a tad wider than before. Groaning and holding her head, like she'd just woken up after a party with the worst hangover while trying to remember everything she'd gotten up to the night before, all Ophelia could think about doing was just getting out of the forest, as fast as possible. Leaving her ruined clothes on the ground, mostly ripped to shreds and soaked through with feral cum anyways, the naked kobold limped her way back to her car, walking in a daze, minutes seemingly passing without her even noticing every time she blinked. Staggering out of the woods, Ophelia finally spotted her car, flopping behind the wheel as she sighed, glancing down at her changed body once more as a cold shiver ran up her spine. Reaching up to grab the rear view mirror with a shaky hand, she turned it to look at herself, gasping as she saw a pair of purple eyes staring back at her. Quickly turning the mirror away, trying not to look at her changed form any longer, the kobold missed another set of glowing purple eyes glaring at her, though these weren't her own. As the shaken woman started up her car, a figure stared out at her from just beyond the shadows, grinning while watching her lean her head back with a sigh, Ophelia’s hand slowly reaching between her own legs, dipping a finger into her creampied slit as she moaned and bit her lip, unable to explain her sudden lust. 

Strutting around her apartment, sighing with a frown on her face as she desperately tried to keep busy and distract herself from her worries, Freya fussed in her kitchen, cleaning up the place for the third time in as many days. The otter hadn't heard from her girlfriend since the beginning of the weekend, getting more and more anxious about the lack of contact now that Monday had come and gone without any sign of the kobold, her calls and her text messages left unanswered. Sitting down on her sofa for a moment, sighing as she thought about finally getting in contact with the police to file a missing person report, Freya jumped with gasp as her phone buzzed, quickly snatching it out of her pocket, a mix of relief and joy on her face as she read out Ophelia’s name on the screen, answering it immediately, 
“Ophelia, finally! Where have you been!? I've been worried sick about you.”
The otter could hear her girlfriend giving a small sigh, speaking in an apologetic tone, 
“I'm really sorry. I just had to unwind after everything going on at work, so I went camping, and then I dropped my phone straight into a puddle of water on the very first day. I didn't want to come back into the city after driving all the way out there, and I completely forgot I hadn't told anyone I was going camping. I'm so sorry, how about you let me make it up to you.”
As relieved as Freya was, she thought that the kobold sounded slightly strange, as if trying to hide something. The voice on the other end of the line was certainly Ophelia, but just slightly odd, enough for the otter to pick up on it. She didn't press the matter however, just thankful that her girlfriend had returned safe and sound, leaning back in her sofa with a smile,
“Sure, alright. What did you have in mind?”
“I found the perfect spot for a picnic while out there in the woods. It's scenic and romantic, trust me, you'll love it~”
Freya gave a slight chuckle, 
“A picnic? Since when did we start having picnics in the wilds?”
“Hey, first time for everything, right~? It's a little bit out of the way, I'll send you the location in just a bit. How's about tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that sounds fine.”
Freya smirked as her girlfriend's tone quickly turned sultry, her ears folding back as she listened to the same voice Ophelia would use whenever the two snuggled together in bed, 
“I'll see you there~”
Ending the call, the otter tossed her phone on the sofa, giving a relieved sigh as she kicked her feet up, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, too thankful to question anything about her girlfriend's sudden disappearance or reappearance. 

Driving out of the town and towards where she was told to meet up at, Freya realised that the kobold really wasn't kidding about the spot being “a little” out of the way, having to rely on her GPS several times as she headed deeper into the wilderness. The otter was still very excited to see Ophelia again however, checking herself out in the mirror as she neared her destination, giving a smile as she adjusted the pink bow tied in her hair. Spotting her girlfriend's car, Freya came to a stop just behind it, looking around for any sign of the other woman as she hopped out, yelling out as she saw that the kobold’s car was empty, 
“Ophelia? Where are you?”
“Over here~!”
The kobold stepped out from the woods, giving a smile as she waved at the mustelid, 
“Was just checking out the best place to set up shop at, I left the picnic basket and towel out there already.”
Ophelia had done her best to conceal her changed appearance from her girlfriend, a hoodie hiding the Salazzle-like colouration on her belly as well as the tassels growing from her flank. The woman couldn't really do much to hide the new colour of her eyes however, trying not to look tense as the otter rushed over to her, jumping against her and giving a hug as Freya let out a happy squeak,
“God, I missed you.”
“I missed you as well~”
Sighing contently, Freya clung onto the slightly shorter woman for a while before finally letting go, immediately giving Ophelia a kiss on the cheek, just about to comment on the odd perfume that the kobold was wearing when she noticed the purple eyes, 
“Hold on, wha… what's with your eyes? You used to have green eyes, or were you really gone for so long I'm already misremembering what you looked like~?”
Ophelia tried to shrug the question off, 
“Contact lenses, I just kinda thought I'd try something a little new. But enough about all that, c’mere~”
The kobold pulled her girlfriend in for another embrace, pressing her lips against the otter's this time around, moaning against Freya as she pushed her tongue into the other woman's maw, giving the lightly blushing mustelid a very sloppy kiss. Freya leaned into the smooch, making out with the kobold until she began to feel light headed, pulling back and gasping for air as she giggled softly, 
“Wow, where did that come from~? You're not usually this… excited on our dates, not without a little bit of cuddling and snuggling first at least.”
Ophelia just smirked, nuzzling against the otter's side, slipping an arm around the woman's back, giving Freya’s rump a quick fondle as she began to lead her girlfriend deeper into the forest, 
“Well, I'm not usually away from you for so long. And our dates usually aren't in the middle of the woods, with no one around to stare or peek if we get a little naughty~”
Freya chuckled, 
“No one but some feral Pokemon, you mean?”
“Yeah, but what kind of a Pokemon would be interested in spying on two lovers getting it on, don't be silly~”

Led into the woods, down a small path, Freya couldn't help but to still feel like her girlfriend was acting a little odd, already getting handsy with her the second the two met. Ophelia had certainly never left the otter unsatisfied in the past, more than happy to take care of Freya’s needs, but the kobold had usually been more on the romantic side of things rather than the lecherous behaviour she seemed to be exhibiting now. The other lady's slightly odd behaviour wasn't the only thing that made Freya feel a little bit on edge, her eyes flicking around as she surveyed the forest surrounding them both, getting the weird sensation as if she was being watched. Trying to put all of her anxiousness out of her mind, the otter took a few deep breaths, steadying herself as the kobold rubbed against her side, blushing lightly as the kobold slipped a hand under her shirt and caressed her belly. After a few minutes of strolling through the woods, the couple finally came to a small clearing that Ophelia had scouted out for them ahead of time, a picnic blanket and a cooler with some snacks and drinks sitting on the soft grass, perfect for sharing a private and romantic moment. Taking the otter's hand, Ophelia walked her girlfriend over to the picnic blanket, the two of them sitting down right next to one another as she almost immediately leaned in for another kiss, slowly inching closer and closer to the mustelid as they both moaned. Feeling flushed from the makeout session, as well as from the kobold once again getting rather handsy with her, Freya felt a little overwhelmed with the other woman already rubbing at her thighs and chest, squirming lightly under Ophelia’s embrace until she suddenly pulled back from her girlfriend,
“W… wait, do you smell that?”
Ophelia was fairly dismissive, trying to get the otter's focus back onto their tender moment, kissing and nibbling at Freya’s neck while the mustelid’s eyes darted around the clearing, 
“Smell what?”
“That… floral kinda smell. It's weird, how… strong it is, it's like I just walked into a flower shop or something. But I can't see anything blooming here, you think it's some kinda Pokemon or something?”
Ophelia just grinned, gently cupping her girlfriend's chin and turning Freya’s head to face her, crawling on top of the otter and pressing their chests together, gingerly grinding her crotch against the softly gasping woman, 
“It's just you finally getting out of the city and getting some fresh air. Now stop worrying about the forest and kiss me already~”
With a giggle, Freya gave in, leaning in for another passionate kiss, shivering softly as the kobold immediately gave her more tongue, closing her eyes and laying down on the picnic blanket as Ophelia gave her a light nudge. Wrapping her arms around the shorter girl, Freya moaned as she felt Ophelia slowly zipping down her jeans, shivering as the kobold’s fingers slipped down the front of her panties, already feeling soaking wet as her girlfriend pressed a digit against her slit, giving her clit a rub. 

The more Freya made out with the kobold, the more light headed she began to feel, fuzzy and unable to think straight as if she was watching everything happen through a haze, getting hornier than she'd ever felt in her life. Letting Ophelia fondle and finger her, the otter blushed heavily, feeling up her girlfriend while the kobold’s tongue swirled in her maw, unaware of all the pheromones she was breathing in the entire time. The woman's toes curled and her thighs squeezed together as Ophelia slowly pressed a finger inside of her wet mound, tingling all over like she was already on the verge of a climax, even though the pair had barely even gotten to the foreplay yet. Unsure of why she was feeling so frisky all of the sudden, and too enthralled by the pheromones to really even question it, the otter laid under her partner, caressing and rubbing the kobold until Ophelia broke off their kiss, leaving Freya gasping and panting with a shy grimace, as if desperate for it all to continue. Seeing how she had the mustelid wrapped around her little finger, just as she'd hoped, Ophelia crawled off of the flustered otter, licking her digits clean as she pulled her own pants down, exposing her equally soaked pussy as she knelt in front of Freya, giving a sly smirk, 
“Wanna eat me out~?”
“Y… yeah…”
As if a thrall under someone's control, Freya just crawled over to her girlfriend on all fours, a dazed look on her face as she buried her muzzle between the kobold’s legs, sinking his tongue into the cunt as Ophelia moaned loudly. Her girlfriend grabbed Freya by her hair and shoved her face further into the crotch, grinding her face against the pubic fur drenched in the other woman's juices as she inhaled the intoxicating scent, shivering as she ate out the kobold. Too drunk to notice the changes in Ophelia’s body even as the kobold began to strip, not even spotting how Ophelia’s violet eyes began to light up with a faint pink glow, Freya dutifully licked and lapped at her girlfriend's pussy as the Salazzapult approach her from behind, the Pokemon’s male harem crowding around their newest victim. Both of the women were locked in an orgy as the feral female opened her maw and spread her legs, making sure both would be fully under her control as a cloud of pheromones wafted over the couple, their moans intensifying as Salandits began to climb and clamber over them both, eager to begin their breeding.