Kisses for Vulpix A Femdom Pokemon World chapter 12 by StrangeServal

The weight of the situation settles heavily on you. Vulpix’s tails sway gently above you, her backside now directly in front of your face. The air is thick with her musky, earthy scent.

As you lean in, your nose brushes against the soft, velvety fur around her asshole. The texture is surprisingly delicate, but the smell is an overpowering, animalistic musk that makes your stomach churn. Despite the humiliation, you press forward, your lips meeting the tight, puckered ring.

The taste is sharp and salty, a mix of sweat and Vulpix . Her fur tickles your nose and cheeks as you work, the warmth of her body radiating against your face. Vulpix lets out a  satisfied moan, her tails flicking lazily as she enjoys the attention.

"Vul… vulpix…"

Her voice is low and content, purring as she leans into your lips.

Bulbasaur watches the scene with a approving expression. She lets out a grunt, her vines still tightly coiled around your neck, reminding you that this is just part of your new reality.

The act is humiliating, but you push through, your lips and tongue working diligently to satisfy Vulpix’s demand. Her asshole clenches and relaxes slightly under your kisses, and she lets out another moan, clearly enjoying herself. You've already licked her asshole, this isnt as bad by comparison.

Knowing that she likely doesnt want you to just stop there, you get your tongue in there and french it. Her moans grow louder and she drops her head, raising her ass as she presses harder into your face. She grunts and her asshole clenches around your tongue before being pulled away. The second your tongue is pulled out, a wet fart is ripped in your face followed by the laughter of vulpix as she nearly falls over in hysterics.

Bulbasuar laughs too tugs on your neck as she leads you away from the village and onto Route 1. The path ahead is lined with tall grass and scattered trees, the sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Bulbasaur’s vines sway gently as she walks, her movements confident and deliberate. She glances back at you occasionally, her eyes steady and her expression unreadable, but the slight tilt of her head suggests she’s assessing your compliance.

The route is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of grass or the distant call of a wild Pokémon. Bulbasaur pauses for a moment, her vines tightening slightly as she scans the area. Her gaze lingers on a patch of tall grass, her body tensing slightly as if preparing for something.

Does she...