quatrains | baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

It's a half hour drive from the main city to his farm. The whole way He Ming keeps up conversation, chatting about anything and everything. He talks briefly of his research but keeps the focus on Ilima, asking him about his profession as a Trial Captain and inquiring closely about his team.

Finally, perhaps after Ilima is already tired of He Ming's incessant desire to socialize, he pulls into a driveway between a large barn and a smaller shed. This close, it's easy to hear the lowing of Miltanks and to see the Ponytas in a large enclosure in the field. "We're here!" he announces. Hopping out of his side of the truck, He Ming beckons for Ilima to follow him to the shed.

"We'll get started in here." He flicks on a light switch as they enter. There are no windows, but the single room is spacious, containing equipment that ranges from farm hardware to looking distinctly medical. "Could you get undressed and hop up onto that bench for me, please?"

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Ilima is happy to have food given to him and he quickly sets to work on eating, not trying to make a mess. He's pretty good about it, eating as neatly as one can out of a bowl much like a domesticated Pokemon. The petting is soothing and only serves to put him more at ease rather than deter him, and he eats his fill, wiping his mouth after.

After he's finished, he starts to lactate for the first time, and he looks down in surprise as milk comes out. It leaves him feeling tender and he doesn't dare to touch his breasts, looking up at He Ming through the bars with curious eyes.

"Is this normal?" he asks, unsure of what to do.

With his hand still between the bars, he reaches for Ilima's chest, touching one of his nipples with his fingertips. "It's a little early," He Ming comments. "But it's normal. You have to wean your pups before they move onto solid food."

Concentrating, He Ming squeezes Ilima's nipple and pulls once, producing a small spurt of milk.

"...hm. I'll put you on the milking machine," he decides. "Come along."

He opens the kennel door, stepping out of the way and gesturing for Ilima to follow him towards another side of the barn.

Ilima flinches as his nipple is squeezed, the sensation sending a jolt through him. He wipes his nipple, then coming out of the kennel to follow He Ming. His belly is beginning to take shape now that the pups are growing. He puts his hand on it absentmindedly, curious as to what the milking machine will be like.

He Ming takes him back to the bench. A few feet away, the system of tubing and vacuum is lying inert for now. The milking machine is as clean and well-maintained as all of He Ming's other equipment, metal gleaming dully as he pulls it over on its wheels before locking it in place.

"Up," He Ming says, patting the bench. "Scoot forward. I need your teats over the edge so I can attach these, okay?"

Ilima gets up on the bench as directed, scooting forward with his breasts hanging over the edge. He looks over, letting He Ming do what he needs to do. He's eager to help out, wanting to do what he tells him to do.

"Like this?" he asks, relaxing now that he's in position.

His breasts aren't very large yet, maybe a small handful. He Ming eyes them, trying to decide if the suction cups will attach properly.

Ah, Ilima's talking to him. "Yes, like that. Good boy." Murmuring more soft reassurances, He Ming strokes his hair as he gets some warm water from the faucet on the wall and a soft washcloth to wipe his skin clean. The suction cups are attached to one nipple at a time, each latching on with a soft hiss of vacuum pressure.

When he puts his Miltanks on milking machines, he has to restrain their heads so they don't try to pull free and accidentally hurt themselves. He Ming waits until he sees milk going through the clear tubing before he gets up, deciding not to strap Ilima down because of his belly beginning to grow.

"I'll leave you on this for ten minutes," he says, and turns the dial on the milking machine. Immediately it whirs loudly, the intensity of the suction increasing on Ilima's breasts. Rhythmic pulsations of the vacuum force draw milk from him into the reservoir of the machine. It isn't supposed to hurt, but it's also meant for use on large Miltanks.

It isn't painful, but it is somewhat uncomfortable at first. He winces as milk is drawn out of him, but soon the feeling is one that feels pleasurable. His breathing becomes labored as he adjusts to the sensation, the pressure causing his breasts becoming sensitive. He moans quietly, face burning from some embarrassment that trickles in.

It fades quickly as it's replaced with arousal, Ilima biting on his lip.

Ilima really is becoming wet very quickly. He Ming moves to stand behind him and the bench. After putting on gloves he smooths his hands over Ilima's rear, squeezing his soft ass and thighs a few times before inserting two fingers into his ass.

"You'd be ready for another litter," He Ming comments, half to himself. He won't do it, of course, it'd endanger the pups already growing inside of him. "I didn't think you'd be so fertile! It's a good thing, you know."

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.

"No, no. We'll find many uses for you after this."

He Ming lets Ilima push back on his fingers as he's milked. It won't hurt him, and he can spend ten minutes making sure his new subject is adjusting well to his new life is a Pokemon incubator.

His arm does eventually tire, however, and about five minutes later he has to switch hands. With his left hand he thrusts his fingers slowly in and out of Ilima's passage, scissoring them gently.

He's relieved, and thus able to focus solely on his pleasure. Being bred has made him more sex-driven, wanting to repeat the process over and over again to produce the same outcome. Of course, even he knows he can't do that right now, so this is the next best thing. It's like scratching an itch. Ilima moans louder, rocking back more forcefully, precum dripping from his cock.

"Faster, please," he begs softly, hips bucking quickly. He grows even wetter inside, his walls soft.

He Ming indulges Ilima, fucking his soft, welcoming hole with two fingers. He speeds up the pace when asked to.

Finally, he returns his other hand to touch Ilima's cock, palming the length of it gently.

"Just a few more minutes," he comments. The milk jug connected to the machine has only about an inch of liquid in it at the bottom. Later, Ilima will be producing much more.

Ilima's breathless, animalistic in how he rocks his hips and moans hard. He Ming's comment doesn't even register as he presses his cock against his hand, greedily seeking more. It doesn't take much more of the fingering and the palming for his cock to throb and swell, body tensing. He cries out and bucks his hips as he comes, his seed coming out in heavy spurts.

His eyes roll into the back of his head as he climaxes, lashes fluttering. Breathing harshly, he rocks his hips until he's spent, slowing down and then going lax. He hangs his head, asshole tightening and relaxing around those fingers all the while. It takes only a few moments before it passes, leaving him to catch his breath. His head clears somewhat, and he gives a thankful glance to He Ming, smiling.

After Ilima comes, He Ming picks up the towel and cleans up. Then he takes his gloves off, flipping them inside out as he does so that the semen is captured safely inside.

"There we are." He Ming pats him with his bare hand and goes to turn off the milking machine. He detaches the suction cups, leaving faint red marks on Ilima's skin. "Let's do one more thing before you go back to your kennel, okay? I need you to be relaxed."

For good measure, he strokes his hand over Ilima's hair before digging through his table of medical equipment. He takes out needles in sterile packaging and a small, yellow plastic tag.

Ilima sighs, definitely relaxed at the moment. That had been just what he needed. He feels rejuvenated and content. His breasts are somewhat swollen, and they're tender to the touch, but he doesn't mind it so much. At least the leaking has stopped. He feels over his chest before looking at He Ming, nodding.

"All right," he says cooperatively, sitting up and letting him do what he needs to. There's been absolutely zero resistance, which might be in part due to the drugs. He figures he's going to be given another dose of them.

"Sit still for me. You'll feel a sharp pinch." He Ming touches the lobe of his left ear a few times, feeling out the best part to pierce, before swiping it with an alcohol wipe.

The piercing needle goes through Ilima's ear with one firm push. Just as swiftly, He Ming replaces the needle with the tag, putting the backing on the back of his ear lobe.

Number seven. He Ming taps the tag gently to make sure it's secure and steps away to get rid of the used needle.

Ilima doesn't move, though he flinches after the needle is pushed through. The pain is intense and sharp, but it isn't so bad after the initial shock. It feels sore, and he has to wipe at his eyes due to the pain, but he'll be fine. He breathes out once he collects himself, handling it well for the most part. At least he didn't scream or cry too much. Just a little tear-up.

"That wasn't so bad," he admits.

"Mm, good. It shouldn't hurt very much." He Ming smiles at him, strokes his hair again, and gestures for him to get off of the bench. "Back to your kennel. Supper will be soon!"

The little tag has a tracker worked into it, in case Ilima ever leaves the boundaries of the farm. He Ming doubts that will happen, though. He seems very comfortable with his new life, which is for the best.

He gets off the bench as instructed, and without further instruction, makes his way back to the kennel. Getting back on his hands and knees, he crawls into it and gets comfortable once more, settling for a nap now that he's been satisfied and milked.

He wakes an hour later, well-rested and with an appetite. Carrying the pups means he's got more mouths to feed, and that means he needs more food. He can't help but itch at where the tag's been placed, though he doesn't make a move to try and take it out. It's just itchy and still something he has to get used to.

To keep the pups growing healthily in Ilima's belly, He Ming returns soon after Ilima wakes up with a new dish of food. He pushes it through the flap and watches while he eats, considering the growing swell of his stomach and checking to see if he's leaking milk from his teats again.

"I have to go take care of some other business," he tells Ilima, idly petting his hair. "I won't be back until later tonight, so I'll feed you then. Okay?"

The way he talks is more like how an owner would speak to their pet: reassuring and gentle, without much expectation of being understood.

Ilima happily gobbles down the food that's in the dish, clearing the dish this time. His appetite has increased dramatically, and he's going to have to be fed more often. Leaning into the petting, he shuts his eyes with a content hum, nodding. The words registered, at least. He'd really like more pets, but he knows He Ming is leaving for the time being.

Once he pulls away, he settles back down. He has to use the enrichment toy once his stomach settles, and then drifts off to sleep again. By the time He Ming returns, he's still slumbering, nestled comfortably on his cushion.

Unfortunately He Ming doesn't come back until after sunset. He has a jug of water with him to refill the bottle in Ilima's kennel and a double serving of food, having seen how quick Ilima was to finish his meal earlier.

"I'm home," he calls, starting to refill the water bottle. "Did you miss me?"

Ilima's been sitting on his cushion, waiting as patiently as possibly for He Ming's return. He worries a bit, trying to crane and listen for any sign of him. It's a long time before he hears his footsteps, but when he sees He Ming enter, he sits up more, hands on the bars. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging.

"Yes!" he answers, overjoyed. His face is lit up, and he moves to wait by the water bottle. He's awfully thirsty. "What took so long?"

"I had to buy more supplies for you." He Ming finishes refilling the bottle, puts the big jug down, and goes to the front of the kennel.

"Here." He opens the door to give Ilima his dinner, taking out a rolled up pad he'd been carrying under one arm. It's water absorbent and thick enough to be comfortably sat on instead of the pillow. "If you play with that toy while I'm not here, or you make any other mess, you can sit on this. Understand?"

That makes sense. Ilima relaxes at the answer, and drinks from the water bottle once it's refilled. He only drinks to quench his thirst, not trying to fill up on it. He moves to the food and gets out of the way so the pad can be added to the kennel.

He eats most, if not all, of what's in the dish given to him, making a mess of his face this time. He's getting less inclined to keep as cleanly, just like he's not speaking as much. It's not necessary, really. The food's fattening, so he's already putting on weight, which is good for carrying the pups.

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