quatrains | baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

Ilima is polite and listens with rapt attention, engaging in the conversation happily. He'd missed Kalos, so it's wonderful to be back, and helping such nice people with their research. As much as he loves battle strategy, he knows how important breeding is, as he's stepped in the field back home for the Pokemon used in his Trial. He talks about them, the Yungoos, Alolan Rattata and Raticate, as well as the Pokemon he calls his companions: Gumshoos and Smeargle. His specialty is Normal-type.

Before he knows it, they've arrived, and once they're parked, he unbuckles and gets out of the truck, smiling to himself at the familiar sounds of a Miltank. One of his favorites! They're such sweet girls. He figures there must be Tauros, too, one he's especially familiar with. Ilima follows He Ming into the shed, looking around before returning his attention on him.

Ah, right. He's the subject. It's a bit strange, but it's just research. No harm there. He nods, taking off the sweater vest he's wearing, the rest of his clothes following suit. A bit embarrassed by the ordeal, he manages his emotions, trying to drum up small talk as he gets on the bench.

"It's not unlike visiting a doctor. I forgot to ask, am I the first participant in your research? I'd like to know just how nervous I'm allowed to be," he says, joking with the last part.

"Oh, you're not the first one I've tried this work on! Don't worry." He Ming laughs, turning to a cart to the side of the bench to prepare. He snaps on a pair of rubber gloves, rather more suited to the farm environment than a hospital, before turning to Ilima. The trial captain looks healthy. Still, he should take some measurements before getting started.

"I just need to check a few things. Sit still for me, please." He Ming's smile doesn't falter as he approaches the bench. With firm but careful hands he grasps Ilima's ankle, first, extending his leg out completely to check his flexibility. He works his way up, hands businesslike and quick around his genitals and chest. Finally he comes to his head. There, He Ming takes hold of his chin and presses his fingers between his lips so he can inspect his teeth.

"That's a relief," he all but sighs, shoulders relaxing more. Ilima sits straight and still as requested, not really flinching until He Ming touches his cock. He doesn't react outwardly too much, knowing it's all part of the procedure makes him less nervous about it. His mind is preoccupied by the fingers probing his mouth, to which he opens wide. Straight, pearly-white teeth, none missing. He's the perfect picture of health.

Excellent. "Very good," He Ming says, half to himself, and releases Ilima. "Now I need your starting weight. Turn over on your stomach." He pats the bench. It's quite narrow and short, on closer inspection, the padded surface just wide enough to support someone's torso from their shoulders to their lower stomach.

Like most medical tables, it's raised rather high off the floor. On it in the position He Ming is suggesting, his feet will barely brush the floor.

"Understood." Ilima is careful about maneuvering himself on the bench, since it's so narrow. He feels like if he's not cautious, he'll tip over the edge. He lays down on his stomach, hands folded underneath his chin. He keeps as still as possible once more, figuring if he moves it'd only mess things up. His feet hover just above the floor, and while it's tempting to swing his feet, he doesn't.

"I should be around 120 pounds," he notes, hoping that'd be helpful information.

"Is that right?" He Ming hums and types some more numbers into his tablet, finishing up his pre-experiment recordings. The bench does, in fact, measure Ilima's weight, as unconventional as it is.

The strangeness of it becomes even more apparent when He Ming presses a button on the side console. Sets of translucent, rubbery straps extend from the sides of the bench. He Ming locks them into place behind Ilima's back, pulling them tight. Though the material has some give to it, it won't allow him to move very much at all.

"These are just to help you keep still for the rest of the procedures." He Ming pats his shoulder reassuringly, moving out of Ilima's sight to stand behind him. These experiments do start easy, but it wouldn't do to have any injury occur because he didn't prepare his new subject well enough. After swabbing the inside of Ilima's right thigh, the only other warning He Ming gives is a cheery, "Don't move!" before he injects the first of the treatments.

He figures all it does is measure his weight, though it's quickly apparent there's more to it than looks grant it. Ilima jolts, instantly strapped down, barely able to so much as shift to get even a little bit more comfortable. His heart races and suddenly he feels very, very nervous.

Just to keep still? It seems so... excessive. He's been nothing but cooperative. Then again, he doesn't know what the rest will entail. Perhaps his body will have automatic reactions he can't control. Good thinking.

"I-I see. That took me completely by surprise," he admits, letting out a nervous chuckle. Ilima tries to relax, being prepared for the first injection. He takes it without complaint, though it does sting. The feeling of liquid flowing into him is intense, but he tries to distract himself, not exactly sure what to expect from here on out.

He Ming hums in acknowledgment, but doesn't respond otherwise. Preparing for the next two injections, he presses his gloved fingers against the inside of his leg to feel out a good place to put the next one. The second and third shots come in quick succession. Soon after they're given Ilima will begin to feel the effects: raised body temperature, heightened sensitivity, and a sensation of wetness from between his legs from natural lubrication being produced.

Of course, there are other side effects that He Ming has yet to entirely pin down, but that's what experiments are for.

"O-kay. We'll continue the injection regimen tomorrow, but I think you're ready for your first trial! We'll start you off small." Moving from the table, He Ming goes to a Pokeball repository and withdraws one, releasing a Growlithe that barks excitedly until He Ming shushes it.

"I'll lower you a bit so he can reach," He Ming warns. Another press to a button on the console and the bench descends with a mechanical whir until Ilima can brace himself on his hands and knees, just in time for the Growlithe to begin sniffing him eagerly.

The shots are met with a brave face and no complaints. He settles in once they've been given, feeling warm, acutely aware of every sensation against his body now. Ilima bites his lower lip at the wet feeling he's getting, which is strange, but only leaves him aroused, helped by what's been put into his system. He breathes out shakily, steadying himself as he listens to He Ming.

Nodding, he keeps his focus, mentally preparing for what's going to happen. He's going to breed with a Pokemon - him. Humans used to marry Pokemon, that much he knew from history, but interspecies breeding... He swallows. There's no backing out now. He gets on his hands and knees once he's lowered enough to do so, feeling the Growlithe's snout pressing up against his ass.

Something he doesn't notice that's changed in him is a very small, but noticeable, change in his hips. There's a noticeable curve to them, unlike how they looked previously. Ilima presses back a tad, wetness only increasing as he's made slick, his cock hardening.

The Growlithe sniffs around Ilima's ass, cold nose brushing against his skin. The Pokemon even licks him a few times for good measure.

"Good, it looks like your new pheromones are attracting this Growlithe." He Ming starts taking notes on his tablet. A camera set up a few feet away has a recording light blinking red, taking in every second of the process. The Growlithe is finally satisfied by its inspection and begins to mount him.

It straddles Ilima from behind, beginning to rut against his ass. The tip of its thin, pointed cock descending from its sheath slips in the fresh slickness from Ilima's ass. Heated skin and fur rub against Ilima's skin. Only after several thrusts does the Growlithe finally hit its mark. The Growlithe penetrates him with a growling bark; immediately it begins to thrust, movements animalistic and wild.

The lick to his ass and over his hole makes him shiver, breathing heavier as a heavy blush settles on his cheeks. Ilima is quick to become fully hard, fighting hard to keep his noises at a minimum as long as he has inhibitions.

He doesn't know just how good that is, really, and he gives a glance backward. Just as he does so, the Growlithe is mounting him and trying to find its way inside of him. The sensation of its cock brushing against him only further increases Ilima's desire, hands clenching into fists. He shuts his eyes briefly, just in time for when he's penetrated. There's no holding back the moan that escapes him this time, loud and guttural.

As the Growlithe starts to fuck him, he melts into the feeling, Trial Captain symbol dangling as his body rocks with each thrust. He tightens briefly around the Pokemon's cock, drawing it in further. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before, making his head spin.

Snarling, the Growlithe's paws scrabble at the floor and bench as it gets into a better position on top of Ilima. Its claws dig into his back, leaving light scratches. The Growlithe's hind paws scrabble at Ilima's thighs and ass as it tries to get further on top of him while fucking his ass rapidly.

He Ming scribbles a few more notes with his stylus, fascinated by the quick responses Ilima is showing. "My Growlithe is getting very aroused by this subject's pheromones," he mumbles, focusing alternately on Ilima and his screen. "Perhaps his underlying genes are working particularly well with the injections."

And is that... He Ming crouches down. The Growlithe's movements somewhat obscure his vision, but he thinks he can see a change in his subject's very body structure. He makes a note of it before standing up again, watching as the Growlithe's thrusts become even wilder. Its knot begins to form, swelling hot and thick at the base of its cock.

The scratches don't bother him in the present moment; he's too wrapped up in what feels good to pay attention to anything else. His moaning pitches louder, body shaking from pleasure. Ilima breathes heavily, leaning down further with his upper body.

Why is this so good? A part of him should feel some shame, but for some reason, he's starting to care less and less about that. The more wild and fast the thrusts become, the louder he gets, noises desperate and wanting. At this rate, he's not going to last much longer. His cock already leaks precum, and once the knot starts to press against his asshole as the Growlithe thrusts frantically, he pushes back eagerly. There's an even deeper, more carnal want for it - it's thick and that's just what he wants at this moment, for reasons he can't quite explain.

The straps will keep Ilima from getting off of the bench, but even the small motions cause the Growlithe to amp up his movements. It grunts and barks loudly, its knot bumping against Ilima's entrance again and again until it's finally pushed through and is too large to be pulled back out.

SLowly the Growlithe's thrusts slow and stop. It comes inside of Ilima, spurting strands of thin, hot come that are kept from leaking out by its swollen knot.

He Ming takes down the time of ejaculation. "Good work, both of you," he says, bending down to check again. The Growlithe stays in place for a few more seconds before turning around, its knotted cock turning and twisting in Ilima's ass but staying locked in place, still releasing semen. Ilima's release isn't of much importance to He Ming right now, though he checks for that, anyway.

"Oh!" Ilima cries, just as the seemingly endless pressing of the Growlithe's knot finally ends with it pushing inside of him. He strains against the straps, shaking. It's almost too much for him, and he's incredibly tight around the Growlithe's cock, squeezing the knot inside of him.

There's a desperate whine as the Pokemon spills its load inside of him, the hot cum finally sparking his own climax, his own release coming out in thick, short spurts. Ilima breathes harshly, body going slack as the Growlith moves, causing him to moan lowly. He Ming's praise had registered, satisfying him, and he gives a glance over to him, catching his breath.

There's a mess on the floor now. He Ming decides it can be cleaned up later. For now, he pats the Growlithe's head, scratching behind its ears to calm it while lifting its tail to see where the Pokemon is joined to Ilima's body.

As long as nothing goes wrong in the next fifteen minutes or so, He Ming thinks this breeding should take. The Growlithe will stay knotted inside of him for about that long.

He makes no mention of this to Ilima, however. Now that the first experiment is in progress, he doesn't see the need to explain the process to his new subject.

Ilima stays slack against the bench, catching his breath. Once he calms down, he still feels a twinge of arousal. It lingers as the Growlithe stays knotted inside of him, remaining well-lubricated thanks to the injections.

"H-How long is it going t-to stay like this?" Ilima eventually asks, stammering due to how good he'd felt previously. Some deep part of him wants to keep going, though he doesn't voice that just yet. His curiosity about the research is getting the better of him. He wants to help as much as he can, but he also wants to know as much as he can.

"Oh... about fifteen minutes." The Growlithe tugs from time to time, testing its knot. He Ming scratches behind its ears, trying to keep it from pulling too hard and hurting Ilima. "Then we'll move you to the incubation stall to make sure your new pups grow nice and strong."

Having good Growlithe pups result from this experiment will be an excellent sign for his compounds.

The tugging causes Ilima to make choked noises, surprised each time the Growlithe tests its knot. He breathes heavily, not from pain, since it didn't pull too hard, but from arousal. Eventually, once the Pokemon stops, he calms down, able to focus and digest what He Ming said.

"Mm. Just one more question: how long will the gestation period be?" he asks, wondering if it'd be akin to a Pokemon's.

"A while. That's part of the experiment." He Ming pats Ilima's shoulder, then moves his hand lower over his back and the curve of his ass. There are a few light scratches from Growlithe that will fade, in time.

"Don't worry about it. We'll keep you safe."

Ilima nods, relaxing at the touch. It's reassuring to him. He doesn't think twice about him moving his hand lower, though he does tighten up slightly, quick to force himself to relax so the Growlithe isn't uncomfortable.

"Thank you. That's very reassuring," he says, smiling somewhat. He has no reason not to trust the facility and the researchers in it, and even if he had, it'd have been too late. Ilima only sees a professional environment, after all. He waits until the Growlithe's knot starts to lessen in swelling, relaxing more as the minutes go by.

"Great." He Ming smiles and stands up. He busies himself with cleaning up his materials and preparing the next set of injections. When the Growlithe's knot finally shrinks down, it pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky come along Ilima's taint and balls. Having satisfied itself, the Growlithe trots off to shake out his fur.

He Ming returns the Growlithe to its Pokeball after it finishes stretching. "Back in you go," he mutters, and goes to Ilima. After unbuckling the straps he gives Ilima an encouraging pat on the hindquarters. "To the barn. C'mon!"

( ooc: Sorry for the delay! RL stuff came up, I hope you don't mind this tag being so late!! )

It feels strange to suddenly have nothing inside of him, and for some reason, he misses it. He tries not to think about it too much, not wanting to mess with any of the procedures. A rational part of him says he's not supposed to be enjoying it so much - this is research.

The pat to his behind should have been taken as somewhat dehumanizing, but that doesn't register. It feels good, like he's done a properly good job, like a Pokemon. Ilima gets up obediently, nodding and following He Ming like a Lillipup.

( ooc: np! )

He Ming can see semen dripping out of Ilima, a bit even making it to the floor. He lets it be until they make it to the other stall, however.

It's really more of a kennel, with a barred door that swings open and a low ceiling. He Ming nudges Ilima to spread his legs so he can be wiped clean before letting him in through the door. The floor is smooth concrete and the only furniture inside is a circular plush pad for a bed and a bottle of water attached to the wall with a tube extending from the bottom to be suckled from.

He Ming locks the cage door behind him.

"I'll come back in a few minutes with food," he says. "If you feel anything strange... don't worry about it! The first few hours are the worst."

His previous subjects underwent the more rapid changes immediately after their first breeding. Permanent anal wetness, swelling of the breasts as milk developed, and less and less interest in leaving the farm were the most common effects. He Ming will use the cameras in the room to record what happens to Ilima while he's gone.

Ilima allows himself to be cleaned, though he would have much rather keep the semen still dripping out of him. He already has a craving for more of it, but that's something he's keeping quiet for now. Really, he should've questioned why he wanted more, but he doesn't. Just like he doesn't question the kennel that's to be his temporary home.

He nods, getting on the floor and moving to sit on his bed. Feeling strange is an understatement. His chest is tender, and he feels over himself as he notices he isn't as flat as he should be. The change is subtle at first, but he can feel them steadily getting bigger, causing some slight pain. Ilima still feels wet, too, and he wonders if that's ever going to go away.

These things should've been scaring him out of continuing the research, even if it's too late. He doesn't seem to want out, though, instead taking the changes in stride as he goes to drink some water. He wraps his mouth around the tube and sucks, drinking his fill before settling back on his bed. He opts to lay down as his chest continues to feel swollen, tender, and even tingly. His hips continue to shape themselves, body gradually filling out.

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