He's incredibly slick inside, and He Ming's fingers provide some relief for him, Ilima backing up against them with a pleased noise. He finds himself proud that he's so fertile. He Ming seems pleased with him and that makes it all the better. Ilima wants to be of use and he wants to be the best subject there is.

"I-I'm glad to hear it. Will I just be breeding with Growlithe?" he asks, not minding which Pokemon he breeds with, really. They're all excellent. Ilima draws in the fingers deeper as the machine continues to draw milk out of his breasts.