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“So you just want me to get every miltank or gogoat I can?” Frank, an 18-year-old professional Pokémon catcher (Yes, that's a thing) asked his newest assignment, Mr. Jim (Yes, that's his last name. Stop asking so many questions!).

“Yes, but anything else would be good too since we’re expanding the ranch, and I don’t want anything getting hurt, but I also need more milk for our Pokémon and to sell.” He replied, gesturing around to the Pokémon, which were a little cramped from what Frank could tell.

“Alright, that sounds doable.” He says as he collects his things, several poke balls and capture items.

“Well, you’re welcome to anything in the fridge; it’s the least I can do.” Jim suggests, gesturing to the house in the distance.

“Mm, cheese!” Frank says, grabbing a tub happily. He also picks up a cooling container to keep it fresh.

“Thanks, I make it myself, it’s a secret recipe.” Jim says, appreciating his new fan. “It’s made from gogoat milk.”

“That’s the third in a row!” Frank exclaims happily as the poke ball disappeared. This was the sixth miltank he’d caught over all, not to mention several gogoat. “Hrm… It’s almost lunchtime; I could take a little break.” He said, looking at the cooling container in his bag hungrily. He popped its resealable lid and scooped up a large glob of the soft, white cheese, which he then proceeded to eat. “This is good, but I’m starving!” he said, getting another glob. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he had started eating. Soon he had drained the entire container, but he was still starving. On a whim, he picked a blade of grass and popped it in his mouth curiously. “This’s better than the yogurt!” He exclaimed and proceeded to grab some more, chewing excitedly.

Soon, he had stuffed himself until his stomach had distended. He walked over to a large river and took a big sip from it thirstily. “So full…” He said, pleased and tired from his feast. He felt a slight pressure against his chest, growing slowly. “What is that?” He asked, but the change kicked in before he could say anything else. His clothes ripped to shreds as he swelled until he couldn’t stand and he fell onto his arms and legs, which became longer and more muscular. His nails grew and fused, becoming cloven hooves. Dense, brown fur sprouted, covering his torso, giving him back his modesty much to his relief. His body became more powerful, another layer of darker fur appearing on top. He felt his organs shift with a feeling not unlike heartburn. “Gah! Go! Gogoat!” He yelled angrily as the change spread to his head. Long, gray horns sprouted from his head, long and thin. His face grew thick white fur as it expanded into a muzzle tipped in a black nose. His ears grew larger, coated in brown fur. Finally, his eyes tinted red as a thick, bushy mane of leaves grew from his neck and down his spine, ending in a tail. Frank felt a pleasant sensation as his gut expanded, his teats growing larger, filling with milk until they were dripping with the stuff. “Am I a girl?!” He asked in surprise, but he still had the right parts. He remembered that gogoat could produce milk, even if they were males. “Weird…” He muttered to himself, wondering what he’d do now…

“Hi.” An empoleon, a female said, surprising Frank. “Wha!” He responded, rearing up on his hind legs. “Sorry, I’m Josephine.” She said, leaping out of the water impressively, causing Frank to back away a bit. “I’m Frank.” He supplies, walking back some more. Josephine raises her fin before realizing that Frank didn’t have anything to shake with. “I’ve been watching you.” She said, accidentally sounding a bit creepy. Frank started moving back quickly, getting ready to run. “No… no, I just… I like you; I want you to be my mate.” If she could have blushed, she would have. Frank was flattered and stopped backing up, taking a closer look at her. She does look nice, and she has a lot of spunk…He thinks for a moment, sighing and moving closer slowly, stopping in front of her. “Sure.” He says and proceeded to kiss her.

“Guess Frank missed one.” Jim said, finding Frank taking a nap. He strung a collar with a bell around his neck and tugged at the leash. Frank mooed in response, but followed diligently. Josephine followed, trying to keep herself hidden with little luck. “Well, there’s always room for one more!” Jim said, allowing her to follow closer. “Thank you.” She said to Frank, who started to blush a little. Jim saw that they had hit it off and muttered curiously “Could they be mates?” as they headed towards the ranch, making Frank blush even more.

“Here you go; I’ll get the milk in a little while.” Jim says, letting Frank off of his leash. Josephine rested in a lake near her new mate. “Do you really think we could work?” She asked, wanting to make sure. “I…Don’t know…” Frank admitted, a little tired. “You’re not from here are you?” Frank asked, noticing that she had a slight accent. “Yes, I used to live somewhere very cold, but then I was stolen when I was little. A cruel man trained me, but he decided I was too weak and left. I swam for a long while, ended up here, and I’ve been living in secret ever since.” She said all this very quickly. Frank immediately felt sorry for her, and liked her even more. “I saw you transform.” She admitted, surprising Frank. He had assumed she had only seen him when he moved over to the river. “Did you see…?” “Yes.” “Oh…” He said, remembering his confusion with the milk. Josephine laughed nervously, but Frank blushed again. “You’re used to being alone.” Frank gathered, realizing he was right as he said it. Josephine slumped and admitted defeat, causing Frank to laugh. He walked over to her and comforted her, still laughing.

“Here, Pokémon!” Jim called when all of the miltank and gogoat, several Frank had caught when he was human. Jim led Frank into a stall and pulled his teats, draining his of the milk, which had been pressing painfully against his udder. Frank sighed in relief, but was still nervous. “Just relax, my friend.” Jim whispered in his ear, soothing some of his fear. Finally, he walked out of the stall, but left Frank in for a moment, and came back a few minutes later with Josephine. He let Josephine off the leash and closed the door, giving the two of them some privacy while he took care of the other miltank and gogoat. Frank ate some hay, as he was hungry, and as they talked, he smiled.

Frank quickly settled into a schedule; eat, sleep, give milk, spend time with Josephine, repeat. He knew that life was perfect here, especially with such an amazing mate…

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“So you just want me to get every miltank or gogoat I can?” Frank, an 18-year-old professional Pokémon catcher (Yes, that's a thing) asked his newest assignment, Mr. Jim (Yes, that's his last name. Stop asking so many questions!).

“Yes, but anything else would be good too since we’re expanding the ranch, and I don’t want anything getting hurt, but I also need more milk for our Pokémon and to sell.” He replied, gesturing around to the Pokémon, which were a little cramped from what Frank could tell.

“Alright, that sounds doable.” He says as he collects his things, several poke balls and capture items.

“Well, you’re welcome to anything in the fridge; it’s the least I can do.” Jim suggests, gesturing to the house in the distance.

“Mm, cheese!” Frank says, grabbing a tub happily. He also picks up a cooling container to keep it fresh.

“Thanks, I make it myself, it’s a secret recipe.” Jim says, appreciating his new fan. “It’s made from gogoat milk.”

“That’s the third in a row!” Frank exclaims happily as the poke ball disappeared. This was the sixth miltank he’d caught over all, not to mention several gogoat. “Hrm… It’s almost lunchtime; I could take a little break.” He said, looking at the cooling container in his bag hungrily. He popped its resealable lid and scooped up a large glob of the soft, white cheese, which he then proceeded to eat. “This is good, but I’m starving!” he said, getting another glob. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he had started eating. Soon he had drained the entire container, but he was still starving. On a whim, he picked a blade of grass and popped it in his mouth curiously. “This’s better than the yogurt!” He exclaimed and proceeded to grab some more, chewing excitedly.

Soon, he had stuffed himself until his stomach had distended. He walked over to a large river and took a big sip from it thirstily. “So full…” He said, pleased and tired from his feast. He felt a slight pressure against his chest, growing slowly. “What is that?” He asked, but the change kicked in before he could say anything else. His clothes ripped to shreds as he swelled until he couldn’t stand and he fell onto his arms and legs, which became longer and more muscular. His nails grew and fused, becoming cloven hooves. Dense, brown fur sprouted, covering his torso, giving him back his modesty much to his relief. His body became more powerful, another layer of darker fur appearing on top. He felt his organs shift with a feeling not unlike heartburn. “Gah! Go! Gogoat!” He yelled angrily as the change spread to his head. Long, gray horns sprouted from his head, long and thin. His face grew thick white fur as it expanded into a muzzle tipped in a black nose. His ears grew larger, coated in brown fur. Finally, his eyes tinted red as a thick, bushy mane of leaves grew from his neck and down his spine, ending in a tail. Frank felt a pleasant sensation as his gut expanded, his teats growing larger, filling with milk until they were dripping with the stuff. “Am I a girl?!” He asked in surprise, but he still had the right parts. He remembered that gogoat could produce milk, even if they were males. “Weird…” He muttered to himself, wondering what he’d do now…

“Hi.” An empoleon, a female said, surprising Frank. “Wha!” He responded, rearing up on his hind legs. “Sorry, I’m Josephine.” She said, leaping out of the water impressively, causing Frank to back away a bit. “I’m Frank.” He supplies, walking back some more. Josephine raises her fin before realizing that Frank didn’t have anything to shake with. “I’ve been watching you.” She said, accidentally sounding a bit creepy. Frank started moving back quickly, getting ready to run. “No… no, I just… I like you; I want you to be my mate.” If she could have blushed, she would have. Frank was flattered and stopped backing up, taking a closer look at her. She does look nice, and she has a lot of spunk…He thinks for a moment, sighing and moving closer slowly, stopping in front of her. “Sure.” He says and proceeded to kiss her.

“Guess Frank missed one.” Jim said, finding Frank taking a nap. He strung a collar with a bell around his neck and tugged at the leash. Frank mooed in response, but followed diligently. Josephine followed, trying to keep herself hidden with little luck. “Well, there’s always room for one more!” Jim said, allowing her to follow closer. “Thank you.” She said to Frank, who started to blush a little. Jim saw that they had hit it off and muttered curiously “Could they be mates?” as they headed towards the ranch, making Frank blush even more.

“Here you go; I’ll get the milk in a little while.” Jim says, letting Frank off of his leash. Josephine rested in a lake near her new mate. “Do you really think we could work?” She asked, wanting to make sure. “I…Don’t know…” Frank admitted, a little tired. “You’re not from here are you?” Frank asked, noticing that she had a slight accent. “Yes, I used to live somewhere very cold, but then I was stolen when I was little. A cruel man trained me, but he decided I was too weak and left. I swam for a long while, ended up here, and I’ve been living in secret ever since.” She said all this very quickly. Frank immediately felt sorry for her, and liked her even more. “I saw you transform.” She admitted, surprising Frank. He had assumed she had only seen him when he moved over to the river. “Did you see…?” “Yes.” “Oh…” He said, remembering his confusion with the milk. Josephine laughed nervously, but Frank blushed again. “You’re used to being alone.” Frank gathered, realizing he was right as he said it. Josephine slumped and admitted defeat, causing Frank to laugh. He walked over to her and comforted her, still laughing.

“Here, Pokémon!” Jim called when all of the miltank and gogoat, several Frank had caught when he was human. Jim led Frank into a stall and pulled his teats, draining his of the milk, which had been pressing painfully against his udder. Frank sighed in relief, but was still nervous. “Just relax, my friend.” Jim whispered in his ear, soothing some of his fear. Finally, he walked out of the stall, but left Frank in for a moment, and came back a few minutes later with Josephine. He let Josephine off the leash and closed the door, giving the two of them some privacy while he took care of the other miltank and gogoat. Frank ate some hay, as he was hungry, and as they talked, he smiled.

Frank quickly settled into a schedule; eat, sleep, give milk, spend time with Josephine, repeat. He knew that life was perfect here, especially with such an amazing mate…