baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

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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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"Maybe," He Ming says. He doesn't want to promise anything about the future when his plans for Ilima aren't solid either. But one thing he is sure about—"They'll go to good trainers. Don't worry! They'll be taken care of."

Ilima might have been one of those good trainers, once. He Ming is sure he's of more use here, though.

He takes the Growlithe pups away. When he returns the next day, it's with a plan he's sure will help Ilima cheer up again, even though he hasn't returned the enrichment toys yet or milked him again.

"I have some Pokemon who would be very happy to see you," He Ming announces, looking into the kennel.

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They're going to good trainers, which he's thankful for. It helps ease the pain a little bit. Even so, he's been restless ever since they've been taken away. He's been pacing in his kennel, barely touching his food.

Ilima perks up when he hears He Ming, touching the kennel bars.

"Really? May I see them?" he asks, tone excited and hopeful.

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"I'm bringing you to them right now," He Ming confirms. He opens the kennel door and gestures for Ilima to exit and follow him. The exit isn't their immediate destination, however. First He Ming brings him back to the examination table.

"Just one thing before we go." He has the next batch of Ilima's treatments and a second piercing to give to him.

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Ilima is happy for the first time in a few days. He follows obediently, a bit impatient, but remaining calm. He gets on the exam table for the next injection, not budging and taking it with no problems. He eyes the piercing equipment, remembering the slight pain, but knowing he can take it again.

All he has to do is think of potentially seeing his pups, and the nervousness goes away. He remains still, waiting for He Ming to pierce him.

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This time He Ming is touching Ilima's nose. He drives the piercing needle through the middle for a septum piercing, fingers quick and careful as he attaches the large golden ring.

"There we go." He touches it once. "It'll be tender for a while, but it shouldn't hurt much."

With that settled, He Ming clips a leash onto the ring to lead Ilima over to an outdoors pen. By this time of day the sun has warmed the air and the pen of Emboars is rife with activity. Some of them are fighting each other, but the conflict mostly ceases when He Ming enters the pen, the Pokemon expecting food.

Ilima won't get to see his pups again just yet. He Ming leads him to a wooden bench next to the Emboars' food trough, the legs of it settled firmly in the mud, raised so that Ilima will be at an appropriate height for the Emboars to reach.

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It's definitely tender, and Ilima doesn't mess with it. He follows along, led by the leash. It's not really necessary, but he doesn't complain, not even thinking twice about it. He was expecting his pups, but being bred is the next best thing, as far as he's concerned.

He immediately moves to bend over the bench once he's brought to it, not minding the mud and dirt. Normally he'd be mortified, but his finickiness has long gone. Ilima spreads himself, waiting for the Emboars to come over. He's already getting hard, excited at the thought of being bred again, especially by much bigger Pokemon.

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In the Emboar enclosure, He Ming shoos them off as he sets Ilima up on the breeding post. It's smooth wood on the top, sanded so as to not give any splinters, and built with bars between the legs that Ilima can hold onto during the process. He Ming ties the leash loosely to the post to keep it out of the way before moving behind him. With rubber gloves on He Ming checks his asshole, making sure there's no evidence of tearing or injury before he lets the Emboars breed him.

"Be good," he says after a minute, slapping his thigh lightly. He's becoming rather thick around the thighs and ass from a combination of the nutritious but bulky food and low-activity lifestyle. With an amused sort of smile He Ming pinches his cheek. "Little piggy."

He goes to stand outside the pen while the first Emboar lumbers forward. It's impossible to put a camera inside the pen without having it knocked over, so he settles for mounting one on a tripod outside. The first Emboar is the largest of the herd, thickly muscled and growling as he puts his huge hands on Ilima's hips. His long cock begins to extend from his body, twisting at the tip as he nudges it against Ilima's entrance.

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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.

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The Emboar's cock has a strange twist to it, almost corkscrewing near the tip. He grunts and works his hips to shove his cock into Ilima's ass, movements urgent.

Compared to the Growlithe, the Emboar has a much longer member. It takes several seconds for it to slide in all the way and the Emboar to press his hips against Ilima's ass.

He grunts loudly, bending over Ilima so that his large body almost entirely covers him. With a growl the Emboar pulls back and thrusts once, slamming Ilima into the post with a loud slap of skin against skin.