[Night. Hiyori Town Farm.]
Inside the dim, hay-scented barn, a pink-haired girl knelt in a corner. Her hair fell in soft waves, and the light pink fabric of her simple dress pooled around her like rose petals. When she pressed her knees together, the motion caused the twin, impossibly full mounds beneath her top to lift, creating a trembling, rounded arc that strained against the material with each breath.
"Master~"
The moment she saw Wade step through the doorway, her eyes—wide and guileless—lit up with pure delight. She scrambled to her feet and launched herself forward, arms outstretched.
Thump.
The impact was soft but profound. Two incredibly plush, yielding cushions met Wade's chest first, their astonishing rebound palpable even through the layers of their clothing.
"Easy there," Wade murmured instinctively, his hands coming up to steady her by grasping the plump, upturned curves of her backside. The sensation was like holding two perfect, warm mochi—soft, smooth, and delightfully substantial.
Ah, he realized, the mystery solving itself. So this is where the missing shiny Miltank went. The Golden Finger had worked its magic once more, transforming the calf into this… formidable pink-haired Milk Cow Loli.
"Master, you came~" Miltank nuzzled her face obsessively against his shirt, the motion making the heavy, peach-like fullness of her chest tremble against him.
She seemed utterly unaware of the provocative picture she made: her slender legs had instinctively wrapped around his waist for balance, hiking the hem of her light pink skirt high enough to reveal the ripe, heart-shaped peaches beneath. This position pressed her warm, impossibly soft flesh even more firmly against him, and Wade's stabilizing hand naturally slid from her hip to wander across the lush, proud slope of her breast.
He couldn't help a sharp intake of breath. Gardevoir was plush, Lopunny was toned and sexy, but for pure, awe-inspiring abundance, the Miltank in his arms was in a league of her own.
Just as he began to gently disentangle himself, the loli in his arms tilted her head back, her expression one of naive discomfort.
"Ugh… It feels so swollen," she murmured, a slight pout on her lips. She shifted, standing on her toes to press herself closer. "M-Master… can you help… suck it out?"
Wade's thoughts stuttered to a halt.
Unlike Gardevoir's practiced seduction or Lopunny's flustered arousal, this Miltank was like a blank page. There was no artifice in her wide, innocent eyes, no understanding of the profoundly erotic nature of her request. To her, it seemed a simple, practical solution to a physical discomfort—too much milk needed relief.
"Huh?!"
Before he could formulate a response, the pair of milk-heavy, straining peaks were guided to his lips by her own small hands.
"Haah… Nngh~"
The now-humanized Miltank went limp in his arms, offering up her full, pale breasts completely. As he began to drink, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. Broken, shuddering sobs spilled from her throat—not of pain, but of overwhelming, unfamiliar release.
Under the Trainer's attentive ministrations, the innocent Milk Cow Loli's back arched unconsciously. Her thighs suddenly clamped together, a fresh wave of heat suffusing her face and neck.
So… this is what comfort feels like…
"Tch."
Back in the main cabin, visible through the open doorway, Ms. Gardevoir watched the entwined figures with a spectacular pout. A surge of jealous psychic energy manifested audibly.
Crack.
A wooden spoon on the kitchen counter snapped clean in half.
Why? she fumed internally. Why does the Trainer bring back such a… such a generously endowed little homewrecker just from checking the meadow?! And how was she already so… productive?!
"I… I don't really know either," Lopunny whispered beside her, peeking through her fingers. While Gardevoir burned with competitive indignation, the bunny girl was a storm of shy fascination. Though she'd had a taste of intimacy herself that afternoon, this blatant, milky scene sent a fresh, aching chill through her own core.
S-so… Master likes this too…?
After a long moment, she cautiously lowered her hands from her burning cheeks and looked down at her own modest, yet softly trembling chest.
Maybe… I should try offering something like that next time…?
A long while later, Wade finally lifted his head, wiping a trace of creamy white from the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, Miltank. That's enough for today."
"Ugh… 'Kay, Master~"
The Milk Cow Loli was now little more than a boneless, satisfied puddle in his arms, curled against him with a drowsy, blissful sigh, all her earlier discomfort thoroughly—and memorably—attended to.
The pink hem of her skirt had ridden up at some point, and a telltale trail of warmth traced a slow, glistening path down the inside of her snow-white thighs—undeniable proof of her arousal.
After returning from the barn, Wade had provided the milk cow girl with a much-needed… relief service. For a solid half-hour, he'd partaken of pure, unadulterated Moomoo Milk, rich and plentiful, straight from the source. Akane had been right. Without regular milking, a Miltank's body grew painfully, oppressively full.
This shiny variant, having rejected all touch since birth, had accumulated a truly staggering reserve. In her humanized form, the pressure had become visibly acute, her chest swollen and taut to the point of near bursting. Had he not intervened, she likely would have reached a painful, messy crisis.
"Next time you feel that uncomfortable fullness, just come find me," Wade said, looking down at the pink-haired girl nestled contentedly in his arms. He gave her still-flushed cheek a gentle pinch.
"Mmm… okay… I'll remember~" she murmured, her voice drowsy with post-relief bliss. Almost instinctively, she nuzzled her soft, heavy chest against him, seeking more contact.
Wade suppressed a sigh of mixed fondness and frustration. Were he not mindful of her apparent youth and inexperience, he'd have been far more… thorough in exploring the "traits" such a unique partner might yield.
"From now on, you can stay here in the cabin," he instructed softly, reigning in his own restlessness. "You don't need to go back to the pasture with the others."
He had no particular interest in commodifying a Pokémon Girl's milk for the market; the twenty-three ordinary Miltank in the herd were more than sufficient for commercial purposes. This one, who tolerated no one else's touch, could simply be his own private, premium reserve.
"Mhm mhm~" the milk cow loli nodded, perhaps not fully grasping the implications, but she snuggled into his embrace with complete trust.
After ensuring his unique new charge was settled, Wade finally retreated to his room. The day's ledger awaited.
Alliance Calendar 2075, October 8th. Hiyori Town Farm.
Income: Hard Stones – 19,500 L-Coins.
Expenditure: Fertilizer Blends – 6,000 L-Coins.
Today's Progress: Mushroom bed & herb garden established.
Current Farm Funds: 63,500 L-Coins.
Wade studied the figures, tapping his pen thoughtfully against the worn wood. The foundational work was done: Leppa Berry Grain, Gungun Beans, specialty mushrooms, and medicinal herbs were all in the ground, now entering the critical phase of nurturing and growth.
The twenty-three Miltank in the pasture would require a regular milking schedule, probably weekly. And if patterns held, Yoshino the buyer would make his rounds through Hiyori Town every afternoon, providing a reliable outlet for the farm's produce.
Tomorrow's objective was clear: venture into Hiyori Forest bordering the farm to forage for Spinarak silk. With enough gathered, he could weave his own fishing net and finally tap into the lake's potential.
Bit by bit, the farm's ecosystem was falling into place, a satisfying rhythm beginning to emerge from the chaos.
His reverie was interrupted by the soft click of the door. A graceful silhouette slipped into the room, backlit by the hallway's dim light. Ms. Gardevoir, clad in a deliberately loose, half-unbuttoned white gauze dress, her elegant legs sheathed in pristine white stockings, had finally seized her moment after a day of patient—or impatient—waiting.
Without a word of greeting, his little obsessed girl closed the distance, her hands finding his and pulling him decisively toward the bed.
"Master~" she breathed, her voice a honeyed whisper as she pressed his palm firmly against the lush, soft swell of her chest. A tantalizing warmth radiated through the thin fabric.
"I'm feeling… a little too full here, too~"
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