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Her eyes look over the Fire-Type with some concern. She saw the tired look and was sure he was down on some HP. She sat up and just smiled, her tail swished about some. "Not at all. I wasn't asleep, just resting my eyes was all.." Her voice was a sweet voice, much like a sweet chime of bells. Soft though. Kind.

"I am just needing a good night's rest and I will be out by morning."

"Oh no no- First you need some milk. You're tired and I understand but you should drink some MooMoo Milk beforepaw. You look like you need some health"

This made Gin look at her again. She was offering some milk to him? "Thank you, you're so kind but-" He wanted to protest, after all, others will need the milk.

"I insist. I won't be missing any if that's what you're worried about. Also my sisters can provide."

He gave in finally and came back to sit in front of her. Her udders stood out. He was sure she wouldn't exactly hand him a jar. Her nod answered that. And his paws carefully take hold of the upper right teat and his little maw get around it and he began to suck upon it. Instinct taking over as his paws started to press gently against the lighter-cream colored skin. The milk came forth into his maw, which he eagerly swallowed. Blue eyes closing as he drank it down.

The flavor was amazing, much better than the jar. He sucked and drank continuously, paws kneading but being careful that his claws didn't come out.

The Miltank moo'd happily as she watched him drink it down. Cheerful and overjoyed. Her front hoof touching over the back of his head and down his neck. She was hoping that a fellow Poke would come along. But never had she thought a Starter would be here. And there was no sign of a trainer. A wild starter-type was very rare. And this one was a Quilava, a cute one to. With a strange color of blue for eyes instead of the red.

His health was rising and his stomach getting full off the milk. The sweet flavor danced on his taste buds. But soon, probably to soon he pulls himself off the teat and lay down in front of her, tired out and so full. His little belly a tad bigger. Maybe he overdid it, but it was to be savored right?

He took quite a bit from her. How he was able to was intriging. Almost bottomless pits Quilava were. But the dear had tuckered himself out. And this was her chance. You see, Miltank are herbivores, at least according to the Pokedex's and log. But Miltank devoured Pokemon that was smaller than them. Or sometimes even their size. And their milk is sweet and delicious because of that reason.

Her hoof pet over the dark fur on his back. He was warm. A good add on she must admit next to a Water-Type at least. She loved how even the Pokeworld didn't even realize that her kind were predatory. Well, who could? They looked so cute and were sweet natured next to an Arcanine or a Ariados.

She noticed him falling asleep and gently picked him up. Knowing even if he did try to get away, he couldn't get very far full of milk and tired from the day. Her maw opened and turned him around so his behind were in the direction of her maw.

Gin was so tired and barely felt the hooves lifting him up. He finally did notice but just let it be, thinking maybe she was just going to put him somewhere where he can sleep and be hidden. He was right about that but could've never guessed exactly the location.

She puts his back-end into her maw, saliva pooling forth at the very flavor of the Fire-type. A slight spice flavor was in his fur. But also sweet, probably from the Pecha berries he ate at. She pushed his smaller body to the back where the tunnel that was her throat expanded for the Quilmeal and she swallows him, the first swallow that pulled him into her tight throat.

He noticed the odd pull of his backside. The warmth, and moist area beforehand. Was she slipping him into a warm bucket of water or something. He tried to turn his head but her hoof blocked his line of vision as to what was going on and she gently pets at him, soothing him and helping him relax. Whatever was happening, she showed it was okay and nothing was wrong. But he couldn't help but feel some of his instinct start to warm him. And another pull was felt and the tight area began to creep up on him. His back paws tucked into the warm area and pulled down into the tight area. Unbeknownst to him that he was being eaten alive.

She was making sure he didn't see. She didn't want him to try and fight. He could get free, sure she could catch him easily but she was a bit lazy for that. So she instead shielded his eyes from the scene and pet at him as if to reassure that what was going on was okay. All her meals were so naive, not once listening to instinct. Also didn't help MooMoo Milk can make one tired out more if taken as much as he took. His fur was getting coated in her drool and some slid over his red marks on top of his head where the flames were meant to come out. With him half in and no point in escaping, she finally allowed him to show where his bed will be.

He was relaxed in this warm pool that massaged at his behind and paws. This so far was a good experience to have. He'd have to visit these kind-hearted Miltank more often. Well, that cheery thought was gone as soon as she allowed him to see what she was doing. Even with the tiredness seeping in. He was beginning his struggle. His back paws pinned inside the slightly bulging throat. He began yelping, crying out for help. Which sadly were ignored. No trainer was in hearing of his pleas for help. His paws grab at her chin and tried to pull himself out. Which showed quickly that he couldn't. He tried to hold on, try to show he won't get swallowed again. "Stop! Why are you doing this?!"

She couldn't reply since her maw was full. She was amused by the fact he held onto her chin but made a powerful gulp, making him sink further inside of her. All he would receive in a reply was a Mmm sound at the delicious food on her taste-buds.

More and more of him disappeared into the cow. He whimpers and lets out sounds of distress that went unheard. His head and paws were all that stuck out. He was small and was easily swallowed up by the bigger predator. His eyes look about frantically. "Q-quil" He whimpers as the tongue went over his face and helped push him into her mouth and slowly he slid down her throat. A pull of muscle helped him down and the light of the barn disappears.

He had tried to get his fire on his backend and head to come out but due to the saliva, he couldn't. Just some warmth was felt against the throat which caused a happy sound in the Miltank. His paws pulled in and her maw closed. And with some licks against his paws, she gulped hard and he was sent down, sliding and pushed through into her stomach where he came to a stop inside the oddly nice smelling belly.

She lets out a tiny burp and put a pointed hoof at her maw. "Excuse me" She had eaten a starter. He would certainly add flavor to her milk! She was excited that he had chosen the barn over the paddock. It was a lucky night that her herd had eaten a little to much grass to think of risking a stomach ache with a Quilava. She stood up and began to jiggle her stomach around. Boasting the digestion process.

Gin was in the stomach and awaited digestion. He was still fighting in a futile attempt to get out. At least until he was suddenly moved around by her jiggling. Stomach churning him in the process and the juices began to come into the stomach quicker than he had at first hoped. He couldn't struggle anymore due to the churning and jiggling. Getting dizzy and tired from the MooMoo Milk that was still his own stomach. He accepted that he was food and just let himself, or rather, forced himself to sleep just as his skin under the fur was beginning to tingle.

The quilava would be broken down and when all was down and there was no sign of him, she felt him become milk. And she allowed herself to sleep the rest off.

"Wow, Milty sure is full this morning!" The young girl said quickly upon tending to the Miltank herd.

"She must've eaten something very good!" The other smiled happily, oblivious to the fact that she did indeed eat something.

She was milked and the trainers that bought her jars or tried the free samples stated that there was some spice in it. Couldn't say it was pumpkin spice but they just loved the added and new flavors that were at times tasted. Pretty much it's a lucky thing if you get some added flavor to the milk.

"Seems that Quilava was indeed the right thing for you, huh Milty?" The male farmer asked her while petting her head. "I suppose we should actually find another. Or convince Professor Elm to give us a pair"

She moo'd in content. The idea of more little Quils was mouth watering. And her sisters, having heard how he tasted hoped to get a hold of one.

Gin was enjoyed by the oblivious passersby. Not once knowing of the predatory Miltank that grazed at Moo Moo Farm. The Farmer and his wife began to talk about some pesky kids that stole some Milk at times without paying or them doing a I O U. Maybe if they owe them, they would not be so against a test on if they could get the milk to even have a better flavor...