"We've been walking for hours! How much longer til we get there?" asked Phil as they walked through the grassy fields.
"Not long. Don't worry. It's worth it, just wait and see." Stephen smiled as he glanced towards his friend.
The two young Pokémon trainers had come out to these luscious green fields littered with Miltank to visit Gym leader Whitney's farm. Phil had fought her the day before in the Goldenrod City Gym and defeated her. She didn't take the defeat well, falling into tears before the both of them. They did manage to calm her down, though, in a gentlemanly fashion, and managed to cheer her back up. Later, at the hotel they were staying at, they both received an invitation from Whitney to join her at her farm and drink some of their family's famous brand of milk. The note even mentioned getting to try a new formula they invented. With such an invitation, they simply had to go. So now they were both trekking through the fields of goldenrod towards her farm in hopes to sample her family's delicious milk.
The two walked through the Miltank-filled fields for a while longer before coming around a hill and spotting a barn close by. It had to be the one in the directions they were given.
"Ah! Look! There it is! Whitney's barn!"
They both raced towards the barn as fast as they could and opened the doors. The barn seemed to be empty, save for a table with a couple bottles of milk and a little sign that said "Free Samples".
"She's left drinks for us too! How nice!" Phil smiled and walked up to the tale.
"Wonder where Whitney is, though. Shouldn't she be here with us?"
They both looked at the bottles of milk before them. Sure the sign said "Free Samples", but was it polite to drink them without their host?
"Hmm...it would be rude not to..." Phil said, eyeing the jars.
"That, and I'm parched." Stephen rubbed his throat a little. They both were quite thirsty after their long walk.
The two pondered for a bit before their thirst won over, and both grabbed a bottle. Stephen chugged his down first, enjoying the rich taste of the milk. Though there was an odd taste to it he couldn't place. Still good, just...weird.
"Ohh that's better. Odd taste though..."
Phil ignored Stephen and chugged down his bottle, not noticing the peculiar taste himself.
Suddenly, Stephen felt a pain in his head, which made him drop his empty bottle. It felt like something was pushing against his skull. Little did he know that pink and black fur was starting to spread across his face and horns were pushing out from his skull.
"Ugh...I think I got brain freeze or something..."
He grunted and groaned as he felt like his face was being stretched; his ears began lengthening and moving closer to the top of his head. Meanwhile, his fingers were turning black and calcifying, becoming stiffer to move.
"You ok, man?" Phil asked as he turned to his friend, looking at him with concern as he grunted and groaned. Something about him just seemed...off.
Stephen turned to look Phil in the eye, both of their eyes wide, as Stephen's head looked more like a cow's than a human's.
"I...I don't think so!"
Phil stepped back, freaked out that his friend was mutating before his very eyes. What he didn't know was that he was about to share his friend's fate. His hands had already turned completely black and his fingers where starting to fuse, completely transforming his hands into a pair of hooves. He soon noticed the lose of feeling in his hands and almost screamed when he saw his new hooves, while pink fur began spreading down his thickening arms.
"I don't think we should have touched that milk!"
But it was a little too late for that revelation, as the milk's effects began spreading faster. Phil's face began pushing into a muzzle, horns growing out of his head, ears lengthening, and fur covering his entire altering face, while his hair shrank and changed colour to match the rest of his fur.
Meanwhile, Stephen was feeling extremely weird: his stomach was starting to swell out, with organs shifting about within. His belly gurgled and blorped as it pushed out from under his shirt, with his flesh stretching out in four spots on his body into tube-like attachments to his flesh. In fact, his belly was starting to look a lot like...an udder!
"Uff...that's a pretty heavy udder..." Stephen said, as he felt the sack of flesh hanging from his belly with his misshaped hands. He could swear he felt a liquid sloshing within. He started to put two-and-two together and came to a conclusion. "We're changing into...Miltanks!?" He stared dumbly at his now hooves he had instead of hands, panic filling his mind. They were both turning into Pokémon! Not only that, but Miltanks were also a female only species, meaning they were about to lose more than their humanity!
Stephen felt a pressure in his rear and groaned as something pushed against the seat of his pants. There was a loud rip as a thin stringy tail shot out from his rear, a black ball forming on the tip. His hips also swelled, pants ripping further. He had to gasp as he also felt his gender change, leaving him female. As the pink fur spread down his body, as well as his thickening and shortening legs. he started to lose the feeling in his feet, which already told him when was going on down there.
Stephen's shoes began to tear as his feet began to change, flesh hardening and toes fusing much like his hands. With a final rip, his pants and his shoes fell apart, revealing new hooves on his feet. Philwas just a few steps behind, his belly pushing out into an udder and his pants ripping as he grew his own tail.
Phil felt his pants rip as his hips started to swell and legs grew thicker, body shrinking as well. He groaned as he became female like his friend, his loss of masculinity quickly hidden by fur and his new udder. His pants slipped down his shrinking legs and his shoes burst apart, feet now just hooves. Now both friends were no longer human, just a couple of confused Miltanks wondering how and why this happened.
Phil and Stephen looked at each other in confusion and panic. They needed help, and fast. They needed a way to change back before some trainer captured them or worse. There had to be someone home watching the Miltanks in the fields that could help them...somehow.
"Hello? Is there someone in my barn?"
Their ears perked as they heard a familiar voice. It was Whitney. She was coming their way and didn't seem to know they were there. Maybe they could get her to help them somehow.
"Mil! Mil! Mil!" <Whitney's coming! She could help us! Lets talk to her!> Phil said to his friend, both not really noticing he was speaking like Miltank, something that would hamper their ability to talk to the gym leader.
Whitney led the two Miltanks down to the milking pens within the barn, the two Miltanks following her and chatting up quite a storm behind her. She smiled briefly and wondered what they were trying to say. Perhaps they were complaining about their udders being too heavy. They did look fairly swollen, but a good milking would make them feel very happy.
"Settle down, girls. I'll get you hooked up and milked in no time." Whitney smiled at them and opened the gate to the pen, letting them inside.
"Mil mil miltank mil!" <That is not what we want!> Phil shouted as she was lightly pushed inside by the pink haired trainer, going into the pen without even struggling.
"Miltank mil mil miltank mil!" <Please, we need you to change us back!> Stephen tried to say to her too as she followed her friend. However, she did admit that a milking sounded good, as her udder ached a bit. Maybe they should let Whitney milk them, and relax a bit so they can think more clearly about the situation.
Whitney gently removed the clothing the Miltanks were wearing and tossed them to the side. She could figure out who they belonged to later. They both fussed a little as she brought out the milking machine and hooked it up, but as soon as the machine was turned on, they both calmed down immensely. Whitney smiled and walked out of the barn. She almost bumped into a tall man walking up in the opposite direction on her way out.
"Oh! Hi, dad! Didn't see you there. If you are here about the commotion, it is alright. Just a couple of the girls playing in the barn needed a good milking. Got them rigged up now. Though not sure where they got these clothes." She held out the clothing she took from the pair and showed them to her father. "These shirts seem kind of familiar, honestly..."
Her father smiled and lightly patted her head. "Don't worry about it, dear. Just bring those rags inside. We'll see if we can get those shirts fixed up a bit and donate them to charity or something."
"Alright, Pa. I'll see you back in the house." Whitney ran off towards the house, while her father quietly peered into the barn at the two Miltanks being milked.
"Hmph! Serves you two youngins right for upsettin' mah daughter like that over your stupid badge! Maybe this will teach ya to mistreat a lady and her Miltank." He smirked and closed the barn door quietly.
Back in the barn, Phil and Stephen were in heaven. It felt so pleasant to be milked that they stopped caring about their situation. It was such a relief to get all that milk out of them. Sitting back, they both idly grabbed some hay and started munching on it, just relaxing and letting the machine do its thing. With each pump of the machine, more of their humanity slipped away, minds dulling till their thoughts became more simple. They still remembered who and what they were, but it didn't really matter to them. All that mattered right now was getting milk and chewing on a bit of hay, and getting some fresh grass in their bellies later, once their owner returned to let them back onto the fields. It was a good life and they couldn't be any happier.
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