When dawn broke, Kendall stepped out of his tent and faced the morning with a wide smile. The previous day had been overcast and rainy, which made it hard to do the job he was out here to do, but now it was sunny, the grass and leaves still speckled with dew from yesterday.

In this far corner of the pokemon world—such a frontier it could almost be called “uncharted”—there were rumors of an extremely rare and powerful pokemon harassing others in the region. Kendall, who already had seven badges and was preparing for his eighth (and then the championship), thought that hunting down this mysterious powerful pokemon would be the perfect way to prepare.

Stretching, he hurriedly packed up his camp and set off into the wide glades and fields. It was so scenic that it was hard to really think there was a powerful creature about. As the cool, refreshing morning picked up and the wind tickled his skin, Kendall couldn’t help but feel invigorated. There was something out there coming—he just knew it!

Finally, after a few hours, he found tracks leading down a hillside and into a nearby field. Though they were smaller than he’d have expected, the tracks led past trees with the bark scraped free, as well as freshly upturned boulders. This was his quarry, for certain.

As the tracks got fresher and fresher, Kendall picked up his pace. He was close to finding it. Just around the last corner!

He rounded it, ready for anything.

Or so he thought.

Lying there in a glade was a large and powerful-looking wild Miltank. She was at the prime of her life, large and hefty. She was also panting, her eyes half-lidded and her tongue lolled out, and her face blushing a soft berry red. The raw scent of her arousal hung in the air, heavy and encompassing.

Kendall swallowed, having difficulty doing so. The sheer overpowering scent of the Miltank’s need washed over him, making it hard to think. She’s in mating season, he managed to put together. Miltank aren’t native to the area. There wouldn’t be any Tauros to sate her, and most other wild pokemon would stay away…

The Miltank noticed him and shifted with a plaintive moan. Kendall tensed, reaching for his other poke balls, but Miltank merely rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him, her vulva wet and puffy with arousal. They were colored a deeper pink than the rest of her coat, so rich it was almost red.

She moaned again, locking eyes with him, and her blush seemed to deepen. There was need and then there was need, and this pokemon was in thrall to the latter, totally and completely subservient to her body’s demands for satisfaction.