#plainhive

Alas, Whitney was out running an errand for Mary today. She would be back, she promised, but this left Bugsy in her Gym with her Miltank around. Milty, Whitney’s pride n’ joy, the fear of many and the scourge of challengers. Miltank. Who was right now just idly grazing on grass outside while Bugsy sat on a bench on a wall by the outside of the Gym. He looked at the Cow Pokémon, who waddled sometimes on two legs, other times trotted on all fours, and even rarer, just rolled around. It seemed happy to just be allowed to frolick about, even if its beloved trainer wasn’t anywhere near by.

The day was sunny, but not too hot. Breezy, but not too chilly or disruptive. A perfect day for Bugsy’s usual attire of camper shorts and his hiking top. His feet kicked about on the bench as he watched Miltank.

Bugsy began to think a little bit about Miltank’s physiology, in the way a would-be Professor like him would. What caused Miltank to be so… round? Tauros is a biological relative of Miltank, and yet the two almost couldn’t be further apart, other than a shared ferocity in battle. One stands tall and proud and is as sturdy as a Tauros, and the other is Miltank. He found himself chuckling to himself at the idea; for him, a lot of round Bug-Type Pokémon are like that with purpose.

Forretress is curved in such a way that attacks bounce off of it with angling that would make a tank blush. Whirlipede can move very fast with its shape, rolling around at high speeds, and yet, that isn’t Miltank’s sole form of locomotion.

Maybe some Pokémon were put here just to be a little bit of everything.

As Bugsy was lost in his scientific thoughts, he felt a warm, wet sensation on his calf. He twitched and looked down. Miltank was licking him. “E-ehehe, M-Milty, hi there.” He was caught off guard enough to be rendered a little nervous, as he leaned down to scratch the bovine Pokémon behind the ears with a generous ruffle. The cow mooed happily, still licking Bugsy’s leg as it left the occasional blade of grass slicked onto his skin.

“You’re affectionate today aren’t you?” Bugsy asked, while Mitank went from its fours to its hindquarters. It patted its belly, and namely its udders too. Miltank’s smile dropped to a frown.

“Miru.” It cried out. It was engorged, and in need of a milking.

Bugsy gulped. He’s seen Whitney milk Miltank before, but she always goes on about how much there’s a technique, a trick to it. A flick of the wrist, and you have to hold your fingers a certain way.

“Miru.” Miltank sounded sterner. “O-okay, here goes…” Hopping off the bench, Bugsy knelt onto one knee as he began to reach out for one of those long, pink nubs coming off of Miltank’s belly.

“Hey Bu~gsy! I’m here!” Whitney began to giggle and dash up to Bugsy, with her friend DJ Mary following behind her.

Miltank immediately left Bugsy’s side to go to Whitney, acting like the purple-haired Trainer wasn’t even there. He sighed, considering this a dodged bullet and a sign of good luck. Whitney hugged Bugsy tightly as soon as he stood, kissing his lips quickly before turning to Miltank.

DJ Mary rubbed her temples. “Sorry we’re late.” She groaned. “The Underground got word Whitney was in there and next thing you knew it was almost a trampling hazard in there.” Whitney just giggled. “Yeah, but I didn’t mind. As long as I’m back in time for Milty’s milkin’ I’m alright.” Bugsy smirked. Whitney pulled some empty bottles from her purse, and went to milking.

"The weather outside is beautiful this time of year."

"But not as beautiful as you."