Ever since catching this Skitty, the farm's kitchen had existed in a state of perpetual famine. Pokémon food prepared one evening would vanish by the next afternoon, leaving only crumbs and a very satisfied-looking cat girl.
Gardevoir had taken to levitating her with Psychic as "punishment," sending the gluttonous loli on dizzying aerial swings. It never stuck. The moment she was set down, Skitty's eyes would drift back to the cupboards.
The maddening part? Despite eating enough to feed a Snorlax, she remained as petite and delicate as ever. Her belly never swelled. Her figure stayed perfect.
Snorlax must be faking it, Wade thought wryly. No way that's natural.
He watched the cat-eared girl who had committed the sin of gluttony and contemplated the proper form of training and discipline.
Inside the kitchen, the punishment commenced.
"Mmm..."
The delicate, adorable Skitty tilted her head back, her rose-petal lips parting in anticipation. Waterfalls of pink-cherry hair cascaded down her shoulders, veiling her snow-white features—all except for those beautiful eyes, now misted with longing.
"Mas... mmph... ter, Skitty... Skitty really... mmph... likes this~"
For stealing berries, the penalty was simple: she would extract sweet, fresh Moomoo Milk and drink her fill.
It had been so long since she'd last tasted this delicacy. The warm, fragrant vapor curled around her senses. Her expression melted into pure, infatuated bliss. Her small, pink tongue—so tender, so impossibly smooth—emerged to taste, and from her throat came tiny, trembling sounds of pleasure.
For a glutton like Skitty, this wasn't punishment at all. It was reward.
Behind her, Wade's hands roamed over the plush, round curves of her honeyed peaches. He squeezed with deliberate pressure, kneading those ripe, snow-soft cheeks until they flushed a warm, rosy pink beneath his palms.
The stimulation drew a helpless response. Skitty's slender waist twisted in instinctive appeal, and from her already-occupied lips escaped a thick, syrupy whimper.
Unlike the other Pokémon Girls, Skitty possessed a unique gift. Perhaps it was her feline heritage, but her tongue was softer, smoother, more dexterous than any other. A single, light lick sent tingling numbness radiating through his skin. Combined with her self-taught skill, the sensation was almost unbearable—a trembling, electric heat that threatened to overwhelm.
If not for the blessings of his traits, the warm Moomoo Milk would have long since flooded her eager, pink throat.
"Master~"
After a long while, she pulled back with teary, pleading eyes. Her soft, fragrant lips stretched into thin, glistening strands of crystal liquid.
The Trainer had adjusted the difficulty, she realized. He was holding back. Teasing her.
Wade simply pinched her pink cheek, unmoved by her charming pleas.
"Mmm..."
But he didn't need to say a word. Skitty's heart still burned with craving for that overflowing sweetness. Even as her lips and tongue grew sore from her efforts, she couldn't stop. She wouldn't stop.
"Wuwu... I... I have to drink it~"
Her pink, delicate legs rubbed together unconsciously. Her breath came in soft, faint gasps.
Then inspiration struck.
Her jade-like face glowing with determination, she clumsily raised her slender hands to cup the plush, soft mounds before her. This was something she'd learned from watching the Trainer with the other Pokémon Girls during their silver parties. If she added this, surely she'd earn her reward sooner.
"Haah... nngh... it's so warm... it aches there... wuwu..."
The tender, smooth white flesh was sensitive to her touch, almost painful. Yet the cat girl loli only grew more enthusiastic in her ministrations.
Through it all, she never forgot her goal.
Her misty, light-pink star-eyes lifted. Her cherry-petal lips parted and swallowed. She began to suckle, soft and gentle.
Gozh... gozh... gozh...
Satisfaction bloomed across her porcelain features. Dots of crimson spread like blossoms along her jade-like cheeks.
Finally—finally—after what felt like an eternity, the long-awaited sound of Moomoo Milk arrived.
A few crystal drops escaped the corner of her parted lips, trailing down to stain the plush, rounded curve of her snow-soft breast. The familiar taste spread from her stomach to the tip of her tongue, and Skitty's smile was pure, sincere intoxication.
But...
Something felt different. The fullness wasn't as strong as she remembered.
If... if I do it this way... will it come faster?
Her lashes, thick as butterfly wings, fluttered with each breath. Those cherry-pink eyes, usually so mischievous, now shimmered with intoxicating surrender.
Skitty pressed her slender palms against the kitchen wall, her delicate face tilted back, already lost in sweet anticipation.
"Mas... ter... there... there... I want it too."
She turned her head just enough to catch his gaze, her pink lips caught between pearl-white teeth. Her flushed cheeks burned. The words came out trembling—a charming, breathless plea that could melt any resolve.
But the Trainer was in no hurry.
He pressed close from behind, slow and deliberate. For such a petite cat girl, she carried the most astonishing berries—full, heavy, defying gravity with their proud swell. He wanted to measure them properly. To learn their weight, their softness, their give.
"Mmm... wuu... wuuu..."
Skitty's starry eyes glazed. Her snow-pale cheeks deepened to rose.
His hands found her. Gentle at first, then searching. The milky-white curves were impossibly soft against his palms—like the finest silk, like warm clouds given form. They demanded pressure to hold; the moment he eased, they slipped teasingly away.
"Master... my body... it's going to break..."
The plea escaped her on a gasp.
And then—stillness. A fullness that reached somewhere deeper than flesh. A scarlet bloom, silent and profound.
[Deep Interaction with Farm Pokémon: Skitty +1]
[Ding—New Traits Dropped. Claim?]
Claim.
Wade tidied Skitty's rumpled clothes with gentle hands as the system chimed.
[Bountiful Body (Gold)]x2
[Bountiful Body (Purple)]x5
[Bountiful Body (Blue)]x4
[Bountiful Body (Blue/Purple/Gold)] : Significantly enhances the physical fitness of the trait owner when sated. When equipped to a Pokémon, increases the power of all healing moves by 15%/20%/25% and accelerates body recovery speed by 30%/60%/90%.
Wade's brow furrowed in thought.
Like the [Juicy] trait, this one boosted healing moves. But its true power lay in that recovery acceleration—a staggering 90% at gold rank. The implications crystallized instantly.
The Miltank.
After feeding, their physical fitness would soar. Their recovery would race. The quantity and quality of their milk—already exceptional—could climb even higher.
He didn't hesitate. One by one, he equipped the traits to the herd.
"Master~"
A soft, replete murmur pulled him back. Skitty, now returned to herself, nestled against his chest. Her slender arms wound around him, pale and warm. Her long, snow-clean legs wrapped softly around his waist. Against him, the plush curves of her breasts still trembled with fading echoes of passion, sending slow, lingering waves through her slight frame.
"Alright. Time to prepare dinner."
He looked down at his thoroughly satisfied cat girl and smiled. With infinite gentleness, he lifted her and carried her to her room, settling her into a peaceful rest.