He can't help but laugh at the teasing nickname. It doesn't bother him in the least, especially not when he's about to be bred. His heart beats faster in anticipation, a grin on his face. It's only the second time, and with a Pokemon so much bigger, he's not really sure what to expect.

His excitement only increases twofold when the Emboar approaches, large, heavy hands on his rounded hips. Ilima can feel the tip of its cock presses against his hole and he breathes in sharply, forcing himself to relax. As it pushes inside of him, he grips the bars, squeezing tight. The Emboar's much bigger than he's used to, but by the hard, heavy moan that comes from him, he doesn't seem to mind.