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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"Got it." Ilima takes the toy gratefully, moving onto the new pad he has. The toy will keep him preoccupied for a good hour, the larger size well-loved. He gets off a few times, almost not wanting to stop, but doing so when there's intense pain. He removes the toy and doubles over as one of many contractions hits.

He doesn't know what to do, but he remains mostly calm. He Ming will be back. He gets as comfortable as he can. The contractions are far apart (for now), though they'll gradually get closer and closer. By the time He Ming gets back, his water's probably broke. Thank goodness for the pad.

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He Ming needs a new heated blanket for Ilima's kennel, since he wants the Growlithe pups to wean from their incubator after they're born. Separating them from the one who'd carried them so soon just seems cruel. After buying the blanket, He Ming hurries back to the farm as soon as he can, hauling the large box in his arms to the side of the shed Ilima's kennel is on.

"Did you already—oh, no. I knew I should've come back sooner..." He Ming leaves the cart to the side and quickly opens the kennel, seeing the large wet spot on the pad. He's helped other breeders through their labor before. Now, he takes care to make sure Ilima is in a favorable position on the pad with the heated blanket on, rubbing his shoulders in a regular rhythm as he waits for him birth the Growlithe pups. Between contractions he leaves to get the stack of clean towels and the extra padded basket he'd prepared ahead of time.

There are four in total. He Ming helps by clearing their faces of any leftover tissue and bundling them in clean towels on the heated blanket in front of Ilima. They're all immediately lively and moving. Even before the last pup is born, the first one is whining for Ilima's milk.

[trialcaptain]

It's a painful process, but he makes through it okay. He's exhausted and sweaty after, but he has the energy to see his pups. He adores them, and it's going to be just as painful pulling them away from him. Ilima will learn to handle it better in time. For now he looks at them fondly and pets each one, gentle and loving as the oxytocin works on him.

He murmurs to them gently, pressing kisses to the tiny little Growlithe pups as they suckle. Two at a time, and he holds them carefully. He cradles their heads, looking at He Ming with a smile.

"They're very energetic," he says.

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"It's a good sign." He Ming watches Ilima take care of the newborn pups with a proud smile. His experiment is working. The treatment was even more effective than he'd expected.

Soon enough Ilima will be ready for his next brood. But for now, He Ming lets Ilima nurse the pups. He stores the milk from the previous day's milking session in small bottles for the other two pups and returns with a bucket of warm water and a clean towel to wash Ilima clean with.

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Ilima relaxes, rubbing the pups' heads with his fingers. They make cute little noises typical of Growlithe pups. The two other pups are hungry and trying to get at the milk, stretching their limbs. The ones suckling on his breasts keep going until their full, yawning after. He scoops them close, wishing he could provide more warmth than he can.

He noses against them, looking at He Ming once he's returned to clean him off. He sets the pups on the warm blanket and makes sure they're huddled together, allowing He Ming to wash him clean without complaint. Ilima does keep his eye on the pups though, slightly concerned.

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He Ming hums softly and mostly out of tune as he washes Ilima with the wet towel. He scrubs the soiled towel clean, then lets Ilima rest with his pups.

"Just a few days," he murmurs. "And then we'll make sure you have another good litter, okay?"

The Growlithe pups will wean faster and grow stronger if they wean off of their original incubator. He Ming keeps feeding Ilima as much as he wants to eat, though he takes the enrichment toys away. When the Growlithe pups are walking and beginning to spit fire on their own, He Ming returns with a box of Pokeballs to take them away.

[trialcaptain]

Ilima takes care of his pups dutifully, and when it comes time for them to be taken away, he's incredibly saddened by it. It's difficult, especially since it's his first litter. He doesn't know how to handle it.

"Will I ever see them again?" he asks. Ilima looks at He Ming, though he does let the pups go, not fighting it even if his instincts tell him he should be. The want to cooperate is just a bit stronger.

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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.

[trialcaptain]

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.

[trialcaptain]

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.

[trialcaptain]

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.

[trialcaptain]

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.