Author Note
This was written by Takao-kun I just did some editing and added a few words here and there, since I don't have time to do proper writing these days.
Tamer Gothic - Book Zero - Blue League Adventures.
The Ranch.
Conquistador Ranch. The Blue League.
When my pokegirls and I had began checking out Ranches, starting with the ones attached to Spree, I'd quickly compared them to the ones in the Crimson League. The ranches in Crimson League were their own entities, often vast and far from anything else, towns were created to better access them. While here in the Blue League they were more like animal pounds/pet shops when compared to the massive Farms/Ranches I'd seen in the Crimson League.
Here the ranches were too connected to the rest of the town they were a part of, none of them were self sufficient enough to really be considered a Ranch. Also as part of a nearby town they fell under the jurisdiction of the local mayor.
This was all wrong for me, I wanted my ranch to be at least be semi-independent and as self sufficient as possible. My intention was to stay out of everyone's sight as much as possible. Since I wanted to stay away from people it was unlikely I'd ever be really self sufficient, but since I had so many magic users I should be able to trade enchanted items, which were always in demand, and then buy enough supplies in bulk so that I could avoid people at least most of the time.
Since the nearby Ranches weren't what I was looking for the map was brought out and it was discussed as a group where we needed to go to in order see how a self sufficient Ranch was run. Eventually a remote one was found on the map that is out in the wilderness miles away from any nearby towns, near the great wall which was where proper civilisation ended.
At the mention of the Ranch's name, which was Conquistador, Madeline had gasped very loudly and had become very nervous when everyone had focused on her. With my encouragement she had then started to rapidly gush about what she heard of the Ranch, how any and all Pokegirls wanted live on that Ranch as a Pokegirl or at least retire to it when they become a Pokewoman.
When I'd asked why none of the rest of my pokegirls had ever heard of the Ranch before, my Milktit had moved away from the table and pointed out here inhuman features. Her hooves, horns, and tail. All the rest of my girls could pass as human or had extra features that were exotic rather than bestial, elf ear and angel wings. This did explain things, Maddy had grown up on a ranch living more as a livestock than as a person, so naturally she understood that world better.
Before we'd headed off to see Conquistador Ranch naturally I'd asked around about it. While there was some information on it that is fact, such as it had repeatedly won every competitions/ribbons they entered for the last 10 years, and that it had he largest supply of Pokegirls of any Ranch in the Blue League. Then there was pile of crazy rumours. Such as the Ranch was actually a cover up for a Colony of Pokegirls and Pokeboys, that was also cover for a government breeding program for powerful Tamers, that Conquistador Ranch was trying to break away from the League, that they were a front for an anti-League Pokegirl factions, etc.
Upon hiring a Ponytaur, and telling her where I'd wanted to go, she'd become very excited about visiting the Ranch, so much so that I'd discovered a new speed setting of "OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP!".
Now that I had arrived at Conquistador Ranch I was happy to be off the over excited Ponytaur as this gave me a chance for my stomach to catch up, I felt like it had gotten left behind several miles ago. This was also when I let my harem free from their balls.
Once they were free I started to look around and I saw that the main compound had high walls that actually looked like they could deter most Pokegirls that couldn't jump really high, scale walls, fly over, or plow through the walls. There was a castle feel to it in the sense that they had most of a town within the walls. Also there was a main entrance a gate, which wasn't guarded or closed right now, but I got the sense that if it had been we never would have gotten inside.
Within the walls, there was a house/manor, Pokecenter, Pokemart, Inn, Nursery, PokeTrade, Church, and other vital, but vulnerable buildings.
While my harem and I headed for what a sign told us was the trade building, the Ponytaur I'd rented headed over to what looked to be a Barn/Stable prancing on the way. It was normal here in the Blue League to rent Ponytaurs, use them to get where you wanted to go and then hand them over to the nearest stable, then later a traveller would rent a different ponytaur to get somewhere else. I didn't know how this was profitable for the stable owners but the system worked.
"Master please hold my leash" Maddy pleaded.
In the Blue League all pokegirls that were owned by humans had to wear a collar, but not pokegirl was required to be leashed in pubic, however some of them actually enjoyed being treated like pets. In this case I figured my Milktit only wanted me to carry her lease because otherwise she'd head for the nearest barn and I'd have a lot of trouble getting her to leave. I could sense how eager she was to find more of her own kind. With this in mind I took her lease.
The human girl running the front desk of the PokeTrader was judged by me to be spoilt teenager who was being forced to work combined with arrogant blueblood stereotype. She was busy reading a magazine while doing her too long nails that showed she has never had to do any hard work in her life.
Standing in front of her with my pokegirls did not attract her attention, coughing or otherwise subtly attempting to get her attention didn't work either, but saying that I was here to do business did get her attention sort of. She huffed in annoyance, put down her magazine, capped her nail polish, blew on the nail she'd been working on, and then demanded my Tamer ID.
After reading the ID, and inserting it into a computer, and also typing for a while with her long nails, which was a horrible sound, the young woman bothered to look at me.
"You already have a full harem, if you are here to buy I suggest you go to the Pokecenter and puts some of them in storage before coming back to purchase anymore" she said "If you are here to trade or sell I can already tell you most of your harem is worthless outside of those twin Elementalists".
Since I was both insulted and dumbfounded by this woman, I uttered a "What?" that she thought meant that I didn't understand her, so she proceeded to dig herself a deeper hole with me and my girls.
She brought up your list of my Pokegirls and went on tell me why they we worthless in a trade/sell.
"Your Witch isn't even Hogtits certified, even the lowest level of Witches we keep here at least are Hogtits drop outs that have a few years of spell knowledge" she told us "Your Elf and Drow Zee are worthless as a there is any entire ElfCourt several miles from here inside of the Forest that most Tamers could get a more powerful Evolution of Elf from. Your Milktit, if our Barn wasn't already at full capacity, is a Type 2 and we specialise in Type 3 and Type 4. Since she is wearing clothes she has probably been trained as a governess or assistant, then again with the lease maybe she's just a pet. Last of all she is also really small for a Milktit".
Upon hearing that me and my girls did a double take. Madeline being referred to as really small was strange, she had huge boobs and proper hips.
"Meaning that it would take us several weeks to retrain her mindset and extra food portion to get her producing a proper amount of milk for the Ranch" the young woman was now saying "Finally your Fallen Angel, while exotic and rare, is also seen as a bad omen by most Tamers and the attention it will draw from the more religious, Celestial, and Infernal forces mean she's not worth the trouble".
Queue Hannah going emo and sobbing.
"You should have taken better care of her if you didn't want the trouble cause no one will take her off your hands now" I was told.
As my pokegirls and I started contemplating how to murder this bitch, the door behind the counter opened up and this bald old man with a cane come walking out.
"Karlene, who are you talking to out here?" the man asked.
As he slowly made his way to the counter, Karlene had somehow vanished away her magazine and her nail polish, and was sitting up properly and smiling 'kindly' at me. She then told the old man that I was a customer and that she was explaining why she couldn't trade or buy any of my Pokegirls.
Then the old man looked at my group intently, especially Celeste, before pulling out a pair of glass and putting them so that he could see more clearly. Once he had studied Celeste he warmly greeted her by a different name and began talking about how long its been since he'd seen her and about how he wanted to reminisce about the old days. Celeste embarrassingly corrected him, explaining that he was talking about her mother, and to help avoid further embarrassment my sexy elf soon explain why we were really here.
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Over in the old man's house/manor one of the first things I noticed was that despite how large it was outside, inside none of the space was wasted on rooms being larger than they need to be. The second thing I noticed was that most of the walls, there were photos and portraits of the owner, his Pokewomen, and their various children through out the years.
Our host, upon entering his home was greeted by an unremarkable girl that was busy cleaning various portraits and furniture. I figured that she was probably an Ingenue, but it would be rude to scan her to make sure. While she was obviously filling the role of a maid she isn't dressed as a maid should dress, she wore simpler more durable clothes.
She spoke to the old man, who she called Grandpa, saying that she wasn't expecting him back so soon from his walk. She then changes to a worried tone asking him if he was tired or if he wasn't feeling well, and something about going to get Joyce for him? He laughed her worries off and told her that he has some guests here for lunch, and the he requested, he didn't order, to go get her sisters and prepare a full meal for my group.
He then lead us a dining room, which contained a long table that could seat a dozen people easily. He asked Celeste to sit at his right hand side and me at his left hand side. Before telling the rest of my pokegirls that could seat themselves in whatever order they wished. Within in a moment of everyone sitting down a few girls, who may or may not have been human, and who all shared resemblance to the first girl, started coming through setting down hand knitted place mats, plates, napkins, silverware, bread basket, butter, and glasses.
The old man gave orders this time, saying exactly what each of my pokegirls were to be served and you I amazed at how he accurately order what they would have probably ordered themselves, include myself as he order a Khangasscunt egg steak for me. Which was exactly what was I craving right now.
After that came in two of the girls with a drink trolley that serve milk (untreated and treated in white and pink containers respectively), tea, lemonade, and various fruit juices. Since I knew that pokegirls who breast fed their masters took offence when they drank milk that came from other pokes I took a fruit drink.
Then began conversation where my harem is introduced properly to him. Grandpa, which he insisted on being called, had a kind and friendly remark for all of my harem. He seemed to know exactly what to say to flatter them and do so like a gentlemen.
His girls soon returned with salads that everyone was served a bowl of, Madeline got an extra large bowl of salad. Then Grandpa told us, as everyone started eating, that everything we are being served has been grown right here on this Ranch.
The salads were eventually finished off, Madeline despite her larger meal size still finished it first, them then girls come through and take away the salads, refilled the drink, and brought out soups.
Conversations between him and Celeste, changed to a conversation between him and myself, and he was very interested in how I'd ended up with such as interest harem. It was such a long story that my soup got cold before I'd finished.
When soups were finished, the girls come through again, taking away the soup bowls, refilling drinks that needed refilling, and working like a well oiled machine they brought out the main course for everyone.
Celeste and Briza were in awe that their food taste was just like how elven mothers would have made it. Tiffany could taste the flavour of magic in her food, which from what I'd been told was purple flavoured, whatever that meant.
Doria's and Tina's food had been cooked or cooled to the perfect temperature for their taste buds. Madeline was in awe of the fruit tower before her. Were as Hannah was embarrassed that they had gone through the trouble of cooking her such a fine meal, saying that she isn't worthy of it.
Grandpa was as quick as a whip tell her that she should respect and honour the effort they put forth for her and that she could clean her entire plate; something she immediately got started on it.
More conversations started as everyone ate, one of the subjects that got brought up was all the pictures/portraits on the wall, they suggested that he had a huge family and yet the manor was so quiet considering how many people were here. Family homes were never like that, I'd grown up with two sisters and two brothers so I knew that homes like this were always noisy.
There is a few moments of silence from the Grandpa, and how he actually looked as old as I knew he must be. He told us that he started having children when he was 30 and his last one was born when he turned 60, that was 20 years ago. His youngest daughter was out in the field beyond the walls working on her paper required to become a full fledged Pokegirl Researcher, she had come back to his Ranch to study Milktit's of all the breeds.
He suddenly shift the subject to Celeste and all the adventure he and her mother had, especially the ones her mother didn't tell her about. From what I knew Celeste's mother was some sort of nobility so no doubt what I was here could cause quite the scandal if spread around.
The main course was soon finished and for a chance he actually asked me and my girls if they would like desert, my harem and I share a horrified expression with each other after hearing his offer. They were worried that if every meal around here was like this that I would need to supply them with much larger clothes. Which would be a shame as I'd just forked out another small fortune on clothes for Hannah, in the hopes that a new wardrobe would boost her self esteem.
Once dinner was done Grandpa invited me out onto the porch while my pokegirls were lead to a room were they could rest in while you two talk business. When we got outside he eased himself down into a rocking chair and started rocking while one of the girls brought out drinks, milk for him and some kind of light beer for me.
Several minutes passed by with him just rocking and me admiring the view, the wall blocked out the horizon, but there was plenty close by to look at.
"You know there are a lot of ways to learn how to be a Breeder" grandpa said, breaking the silence "I spent 15 years of my life travelling across the League studying and getting to intimately know the various breeds before I started this Ranch. Why do you want to become a Breeder?".
I told him my reasons, he just sat there and really listened to me. As I talked I came to the realisation that this was the first time I have really sat down and talked to another human about how crazy my life has been since I'd travelled back in time. I only mentioned what had happened since then. Now I was wishing that I had taken up Thomas's offer to see his therapist/psychologist.
"A man needs his rest, stick around here for a while and you will at the very least find some stability" Grandpa offered "Some people my find it dull and boring to do the same thing day after day, but give it a chance you may find learning to be a Breeder is just what you needed".
Mostly I wanted to get away from it all. Breeding hadn't been on the agenda, but learning about was a good idea.
"I decided to become a Breeder the same day that I became a Tamer" Grandpa was now telling me "I had my heart set on getting a Catgirl had it all planned out how I would train her, what I would evolve her into, and where we would go together. I completed my Tamer's exam, joined the others who succeeded, and waited as one by one got to pick our first Pokegirl. When it came my turn I discovered they were all out of Catgirls, I would have settled for a Kitten, but I instead ended up with a Growlie instead".
Growlies were fine pokegirls, loyal and brave, but I was a Tamer of magic types so I understood how someone would be upset if they forced to work with a type of poke they had no love for.
"Ironically that Growlie would become my first wife and a Denmother more excited about breeding than I was" Grandpa went on to say "We wanted to fill this world with new life and make sure that our children would be surrounded by the Pokegirls they so dearly loved when it was time to start their own adventures".
The conversation was interrupted by a pokegirl that actually took me a few moments to recognise as a Nurse Joy as she isn't wearing a nurse outfit, part of the mind screamed about this being heresy.
Her name was Joyce and she has been looking for Grandpa as it was time for him to take his after lunch nap. He told the pokegirl to have a runner sent out for Alec with a message telling him to come to the house once he finished up with whichever pokegirl or pokewoman he is currently plowing, as she is leaving he yelled at her to stress the importance of him getting fully dressed this time.
Of course I had to ask what that was about.
"Just arranging for a guide that with show you around the Ranch" he answered "Alec in the biggest, horniest, strongest and most experienced ranch hand I have available. He keeps a good portion of the Pokegirls and Pokewomen on this Ranch happy all by himself, include the LARGE ones that otherwise wouldn't stay happy on the Ranch".
My next question was about the fully dressed thing.
"Well you see, when he first showed up on the Ranch 20 years ago it was out in the fields" Grandpa informed me "Once you get out there and see it, you will understand why it was days before I or any other of my ranch hands found him. To him it had already been several days in the company of a Milktit herd. He was such a small scrawny lad back then couldn't believe he was 5 at the time. The clothes he had arrived didn't stay clean long after he arrived especially since he was lost scared child encountering Pokegirls for the first time. He ran from them, they gave chase, and he has repeatedly stated that he fell in a mud hole, but given that most of the Milktits on the Ranch are Type 3 and 4 he is in denial over what he landed in".
I had to mentally agree, I too would remain in denial for the rest of life if that had happened to me as a child.
"Before you tell me more about Alec, can you tell me why the girl at the Trade Shop referred to Madeline as a Type 2" I requested.
I was still confused about that.
"Ah, understandable, you know the system of reference in Pokegirls according to how close or far from human they are?" he said
I nodded since I did know it. Hannah, my Fallen Angel, when she did her wings she was classified as Very Near Human, since even with her purple eyes and hair she could pass for a human woman. With her wings, which she could make vanish or appear at will, she was classified as Near Human since her wings made her less like my species.
"Certain Pokegirls like Milktits have a far range of appearances so they can fall into multiple categories, so we have to make a sub system to cover where each Milktit fell in appearance. Some Tamers are very picky about how close to Human they want their Pokegirl to appear".
I was one of those Tamers, I preferred near humans because I'd not grown up around pokegirls.
"Your Milktit, Madeline, for example is a Type 2 who is Near Human with those extra features that make it obvious what she is with her horns, tail, ears, and hooves" Grandpa informed me "Those uppity purebloods would argue other wise, but this is has been accepted by the League System. Type 3 is for Not Very Human and are the ones that are covered in a thin coat fur with larger, more pronounced hooves, tails, and ears. Type 4 are covered in a thick layer of fur, have the most pronounced horns, hooves, tails, ears, and the bone structure of their face has shifted toward bovine".
After a moment to take in all the information I asked about what a Type 1 looks like.
"Type 1 Milktits are really rare, less than 1% rare, they are Very Near Human. They only come from Threshold girls and look completely human, there are no extra features on them not even the cute horns the breed has" he explained "The only ways you would know they are a Milktit are their large constantly lactating breast and a Pokedex identifying them as one. A lot of male Purebloods will pay extreme amounts to have one that they can pass off as their human wife to avoid being married to certain partners".
I favoured the type 2 Milktits personally. Although the hooves weren't attractive I didn't find human feet sexy so it wasn't as issue.
"Anyways back to the first time I met Alec, now where was I . . . . oh, I remember now!" Grandpa said "He broke down crying giving them time to catch up and they did what Milktits have been designed to do. They him got out of his clothes, threw them away, cleaned him up, started feeding him, and they took him back to the barn with them. They had him rather stuffed when we found him and he kept trying to get out the diapers they put him in. They kept putting him back in them, in their mind as small as he was he should still be in them as human aren't as hardy as Pokekits to run around naked all day. We walked in as they were chasing him to put him back in one".
I pictured that and found it amusing.
"Later we found out from him that he remembered being 25 before. He didn't know where he was, what the Milktits were, how he had gotten here, or how he gotten turned into a 5 year old. I can think of about one or two Legendaries who could that to a person. I could think of many more Magic Pokes that would do it as an experiment. Of course given some of the things he has talked about over the years he could also be one of those people from another Earth"/
Give the fact that he had never seen a Pokegirl before arriving here. I went with the opinion of him being from another Earth and given how well he adjusted probably had a ROB as backer. So at least I would have someone to relate to while staying here.
"He was so happy to be rescued from the Milktits, even if two of them really didn't want to see him go" I was told "At least until some of the Ranch hands started talking about putting him in the Nursery, having him go through school again, and puberty all over. He went running back toward the Milktits, wanting to stay with them. Puberty hit him like a herd of charging Minotauras and now most days he doesn't bother even getting dressed to fulfil his duties"
I had to ask why they didn't just take him away from the Milktits. He has good long laugh at you before giving me an answer.
"Haven't had much experience with Milktits have you?" he replied "It is a documented fact that 70% of all Tamers across all Leagues eventually end up with a Milktit in there harem. 95% of those cases the Milktit becomes a Minotaura because those idiot Tamers make two mistakes. First they expose a Milktit to battles and secondly they don't shell out the SLC to buy an Everstone for her. I made it policy for the Ranch that we don't buy/trade their Minotauras. Tamers wont learn from their mistakes if you keep fixing their problems for them. We do however have a large stock of toys and restraints graded for a Minotaura".
He was saying that I really didn't understand the Milktit breed, which was true. Maddy was my first Milktit, and she wasn't sure of her role yet. She seemed to think she was a pet rather than a Tamer's pokegirl.
"Trying to forcefully take a child from Milktits that have bonded with him? No! I would have ended up with an entire herd of Minotauras and would have literally lost my primary cash cows" he told me "One of the best decisions I ever made was to leave him with them. His own house is just one of the many expansions we have made to the Barn and Stables, ad this Ranch has been winning every award for milk and milk products for the last 10 years thanks to his tireless efforts to keep them happy".
There is suddenly noise of machinery being activated coming from the wall, it sounded like a large gate being opened followed by a roar of an heavy engine. The table and glasses shake as the windows and shutters rattle.
"Oh here he comes now, brought the big truck too, must have supplies to unload" Grandpa said.
The noise got louder as the shaking bec ame worse before suddenly stopping out of view beside the house; just sound of the engine idling would probably scare off most feral Pokekits. Soon the engine shuts off, followed by the sounds of a tailgate being opened and stuff being unloaded before heavy footsteps started coming my way.
Around the corner of the house came what I first though was an Amachoke; judging from the height, muscles, and the rod on each shoulder holding up 4 large metal milk containers like a improvised dumbbell, but as the being got closer I noticed the lack of bouncing breasts. I was used to any being much taller than me being a Pokegirl of some of the larger breeds.
Only this was a human man. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, I doubted any sleeves could actually contain the massive muscles that made up his arms. From the waist down he wore a kilt, we were near Scotland after all, that ended just a few inches above his steel toed boots,. Also I could see a mane of black hair that was attempting to reach Raditz's length.
I didn't know humans could get this big and I was reminded of a movie quote that was appropriate for the situation.
"Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum. What beanstalk you fall from?"* I stated while having to crane my neck back to look up at him.
He let out a deep bellowing laugh at the joke, Grandpa joined in for a few before he started hacking and coughing, he needs ed few breaths to recover.
"Easy there Pops" Alec urged "Can't have you dying over a joke about me of all things. Abbey would never forgive me if you did"
He set down the dumbbells of milk cans and moved to check up on Grandpa, but he was waved off by the old man, not needing help. Not a moment later there was the sound of running footsteps echoing from inside the house, Joyce had returned and within seconds had out a stethoscope so that she could listen him breath while checking his pulse. Grandpa just sighs in exasperation at Joyce checking him over.
"Brought you some more milk from my two prise winners" Alec told the old man.
Those had to be the huge canisters he'd been carrying.
"Ever since Abbey returned home and started up her research, I have been drinking more milk than my own mother fed me back when I was diapers." Grandpa grumbled.
He did so in the special way that only old people who lived a full life and are being forced to slow down by those around them can complain.
"Funny how things go full circle Pops. You even have a caretaker to put you down for naps." Alec joked while grinning at the old man "At least you can still go to the bathroom under your own power and don't need to be put back in diapers"
Grandpa proceeded to pick up his cane and whacks Alec in head with it, which probably does more damage to his cane than the intended target.
"Watch it you big bastard, I still have plenty of photos of you in diapers being babied by those Milktits" the old man replied "The veterans around here know all about that, but there are plenty of new staff that have no knowledge of it, and while you may intimidate them enough that none of them will mock you to your face. Behind close doors and far from you is another thing altogether."
I was amazed at seeing such an old man manages verbally cow the giant before him, yet Alec backed off and held up his hands in surrender. Confident that he has won their little contest for now, he turns to you and properly introduces you to the giant.
"Damien meet Alec, Alec meet Damien. Damien travelled all the way..." he started to say.
He then pushed away Joyce's probing hands and turns to focus on her for a moment
"Damn it, Woman! I am fine! Just let me finish up here and you can carry me to my damn room if it will make you feel better!" he yelled at her.
He then mumbled to himself about being old not helpless and how everyone around here was treating him like he will fall over dead if gets so much as a bump.
"Where was I?" he asked "Oh yes, Damien has to come to our little corner of the League to learn how to become a Breeder from me. I want you to give him a tour of the Ranch, make sure that he learns where everything is, introduce him to some of staff, show him all that we produce out here, and have him back in time for dinner"
Grandpa pushed himself up out of the rocking chair with Joyce practically glued to his side, as he is about to enter the house he turned back and glared at us.
"What are you two waiting for? Go on, git a move on!" he ordered.
Alec gives you a slap on the back that nearly knocked me over.
"Come on Damien, daylights a burning. Going to take a few hours to show you most of the ranch even with us just driving around" he said.
After Alec lead me around the house I discovered that "the big truck" Alec drives is an army cargo truck that I have seen in movies transporting entire squads of soldiers, their gear, and extra supplies. Alec tossed the rods he had been using to carry around the milk canisters into the back of the truck while telling me to get in.
The size of the cabin at the front of the truck made you feel like I had as a kid when first being allowed to sit in the front of the car. Also I discovered that the entire reason Alec drove a truck of this size was that it is the only one big enough for him. He soon started up the truck and drove over to the PokeMart mentioning he needs to pick up some supplies before we head out.
Inside the PokeMart, while he was handing over a supply list to the girl working behind the counter. I was taking a look at the stock and noticing some oddities in it. There was an unusually large supply of collars, toys, evolution stones, healing items, and personal items for Pokegirls; however there is a sever lack of supplies for actually capturing them.
Before going over to the girl behind the counter, so that I could acquire about the lack of pokeballs, I first had to watch Alec carrying multiple bulk bags of Pokechow from the back room of the store and tossing them into the back of the cargo truck like they only weighed a fraction of their true weight.
"Most of the ranch hands here have their own personal Pokegirls that they let run free with the Ranch Pokegirls while they are busy working. To insure that potential buyers or other ranch hands don't mistake their girls for Ranch stock, all of them have their girls put on a collar of a certain colour, and with a tag that has the Tamers name on it" she told me "If you are going to be staying here for a while you should have all of your girls put on some new collars with tags on them".
Before I could even consider buying new collars for my pokegirls, Alec called out, telling me that he is finished loading the truck and that it was time to go.
After getting back into the truck he drove to the wall where there was a large mechanical gate with a smaller human size door on it, Alec waves to the gate operator who has the doors slowly open to reveal fields of crops with buildings here and there scattered about
"That is a lot of fields full of crops. I didn't even see any of them approaching the Ranch" I said "Looks like there is more than enough food here to supply a large city. I thought this was just a Pokegirl Ranch"
Alec drove down the dirt road in between the fields while explaining
"The Old Man worked very hard to make sure that this Ranch is as self sufficient as possible, he doesn't like outside interference" he told me "Besides all these crops that we grow here, the orchards of fruit trees we got, the Barn has a few dozen Milktits, we got several dozen Chickenlittles laying in rotation, got a few Khangasscunts in the Barn, and there is a Buzzbreast Hive in the far back of the fields that we get honey from. We still have trucks that we have to send out for what we cant produce here and plenty of traders that will come out here to buy the best"
As I looked out of the window at the various fields going by I came up with more questions.
"How do they manage to grow enough food to feed everyone here, just counting the staff alone for a operation this size would take several dozen people, throw in the Pokegirls that are being breed and raised here it probably increases to a few hundred?" I said
It wasn't just a matter of having enough fields for the crops, it took time to grow food.
"You are thinking in normal growth rates of food rather than Pokegirl assisted growth rates of fields" Alec corrected "First, you need to remember that we have an entire Barn full of Milktits, Ponytaur evolutions, and other more bestial Pokegirls; there is no shortage of fertiliser to work into the fields in orchards".
Alec slowed the truck down as it approaches a crossing path between two of the fields. A human in a face mask was leading several pokegirls that were obviously grass types across the path, the Ivywhores are easy enough for me to recognise.
"Second, we have plenty of Grass Pokegirls that will happily work the fields to improve the soil quality. They love digging around in the soil to help plants and trees grow bigger and healthier" Alec told me "There is a massive greenhouse out past these crop fields that most of them call home. Word of warning, don't bring any of your Pokegirls that don't already have massive racks or big asses into the greenhouse. The Pokewoman there will be more than happy to correct their deficiencies. Also avoid any of the Grass Pokegirls that are actually fat, not pregnant, but fat they are into things that you want nothing to do with".
Once the plant types had crossed the path and had headed on to the next field. Alec cruises on ahead while I was left considering what he meant by the second warning.
"Finally, the greatest benefit we have to our crop growth rates is that we have a few Hogtits drop out Witches that discovered over the course of their studies that their magic specialisation is in plant growth" Alec informed me "They come through after the fields have been fertilised and use their magic to sped up the crops rate of growth and how quickly they consume the available nutrients which leads to the field needing to be fertilised again".
When I looked out of the window again I spotted two carrot fields one of them has Bunnygirls happily harvesting it and the other doesn't have a single one in it. Smart, one field completely for the Pokegirls and the other completely for the Ranch.
Eventually the crop fields end and one of the first things I saw was a chicken wire fencing in group of shacks, Alec slowed down the truck so that I could get a good look.
"That there is where we keep all the Chickenlittles and the very rare Hot Chicks that someone manage to evolve" he explained "Got them set up laying rotation so the Ranch has fresh eggs every day, got enough now that we always have excess eggs after they have been divided up"
As he was talking, I watched one of the Chickenlittle walking between the shack. She walked into the wall of one shack, bounced off, turned around, and then walked into the wall of opposite shack, this went on for so long that it beccame sad and funny at the same time.
"Chickenlittles make Bimbos and Bunnygirls look intelligent by comparison. One of the Ranch hands or Hot Chicks with find that one and place her back in her nest" Alec assured me.
"How did they get into laying in rotation?" I wondered.
I knew very little about ranch life, but I did know that Chickenlittles didn't lay to a timetable, at least not naturally.
"Cunt plugs, the Chickenlittles can't start developing a new clutch of eggs until the previous is laid. So they are plugged up until we it comes the laying day of the Chickenlittle group we want them to join and the plug is removed. They never even notice it, not that there is much that a Chickenlittle ever notices" he told me.
Alec turned the truck and was heading down the road, as he drove he pointed out a large building in the distance.
"See that building there, that is the main housing for the Ranch hands out here in the Field. Unless you are staying at the Inn full time or Pops makes other arrangements, that is where you will be staying for as long as you are here" it was explained.
(To be continued)
Major Payne (1995)