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"Come on, Gabite, let's go!" I drilled. Before I befriended my very own land shark Pokémon, I didn't think they'd be able to run so fast with such stubby legs, but the dragon kept pace with my morning 5 km jog surprisingly well. His legs pumped pure power, bounding ahead of me toward the early morning horizon. The light, cool layer of fog slowly dispersed in the wake of the rising sun, which shared its warmth with the world and made the morning dew sparkle on the city park grass. Gabite and I never got tired of the same jogging route over the months. There was so much life to be seen in the outside world that repetition never became an issue. Exercise does wonders for the body. Training with my Pokémon feels much more correct than coaching them in a constrained gymnasium. We worked together, pushing ourselves and each other for speed and distance. We sweat together. We grew together. The feeling of exertion stimulated my body in that familiar, indescribable way: exhausting, yet exhilarating. It hurts, yet it feels good. It has a funny way of pushing my insecurities aside for the much more basic concern of completing this simple task of physical endurance. It clears the mind, and it strengthens the body. I also like how it puts me on equal footing to my buddy Gabite. The mental image of eating chips and sitting aside while he practices jabs and digs never once was enforced. We jog every other morning, and it's great, and I like it.

I can tell Gabite likes it too. The way he bounces and bounds alongside me, panting with a ferocious, toothy grin says it all. His muscles have certainly grown over the months, maybe even his height! A dragon needs room to run, run, run, run, and the outdoors more than accommodate. His clawed hands seemed to cut through the air, finned forearms providing aerodynamics I didn't understand. His tail swayed left and right, carrying his momentum throughout his body and giving him an intimidatingly wider birth than his small size suggested. His head hunched forward ever so slightly, staying mostly still, like a bullet, gliding through the air. He'd look more intimidating if he wasn't a head and a half shorter than me.

The town park road stretched far into the farmlands, providing a great escape from what few cars weren't pulled by a friendly Tauros and, instead, opted to use gasoline. The smell of farm animals, bugs, grass, and beasts filled our nostrils, mixed in with our own sweat. Mine smelled familiar and ripe; Gabite's had a different tinge to it, but I could still register it as the sign of hard work and effort. It smelled more earthy and "cooler," if a smell can smell "cooler" while still being fresh and warm, as a body radiates heat. My eyes glanced to him every 30 seconds or so, just to make sure he was still there, as if his stomping trots weren't indication enough. His blue scales glistened in the dawn's shine. His muscles rippled and shook with his exertions, and he generally looked like he was having the time of his life. Occasionally, his tongue would even flop out and catch the cool, refreshing air before he caught it back in his mouth. That always made me smile between heavy breaths. Our hearts pumped blood gleefully through our systems, and we used it with pleasure, pushing ourselves to new heights, new thresholds, and new levels. My eyes seemed to simultaneously glaze over and sharpen in the moment, only taking in the necessary details, and the necessary details included the sheer majesty of nature, of the real world. It made me feel so real, like I was in a place and moving through it. That feeling of presence filled me with contentment. Gabite probably took that feeling as a given. We jogged together.

Eventually the winding path found its way back to the main street, and we had to stop at crosswalks on our way home. We jogged in place to hold on to that majestic feeling of existence before the red hand flashed into a white stick figure, allowing us to regain our momentum. It was a stop and go affair which went on for a good twenty minutes before we returned to my house. It was a small, cozy, little thing. Gabite's claustrophobic, cramped feelings of his home were completely mitigated by the morning jogs. We were soaked in our own sweat but basking in the afterglow of glorious training.

"Time for stretches, buddy." I panted, closing the front door behind my little dragon buddy. In the sparse living room, with but a couch in one corner and a TV in the other, we stood in the center. Our muscles shook one last time as we reached for the ceiling and lingered there, limbering our bodies into a more relaxed state. I took a lotus position, pressing the bottoms of my feet together and holding them in my hands, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, letting Gabite stretch his admittedly different body in whatever way he found effective. Through my closed eyelids, a light filled the room. The light bled through my closed eyelids, so I covered the brunt of the glow with a hand in front of my face and looked to my dragon friend in sudden confusion. The light enveloped him, defining his form in a cerulean outline. The sound of intense, supernatural, kinetic energy burst from his figure, and he suddenly grew. The force of his growth pushed me back to the foot of the couch. I could only catch glimpses of the transformation out of the corner of my eye, but it was a force of nature. Such a rare sight to behold and pretend people haven't recorded every Pokémon evolution and posted it online. This was a special moment, happening right in front of him, live, an earned event, even! Humans get to stand on the scale and check their fat to muscle percentages, but Pokémon get to change form, a surefire sign that their training was taking root!

Once the glow subsided, my newly evolved Garchomp friend and I both sat in disbelief. I stood first. Sitting on his haunches, Garchomp's head was now completely level with mine! His stumpy legs stretched into lean, shapely appendages, predatory and properly proportioned. His short, dinosaur arms stretched into something a little more human, but the fins extended downright dangerously. His tail was thickened and lengthened aerodynamic perfection, and a gold star seemed to have patched itself on the tip of his once-blue nose. He was somewhat scary- looking, but his dazed look decreased the tension in the air.

"Whoa..." I exclaimed. Garchomp looked at me with those dazed eyes, tongue flopped out once again, and I gave my training buddy a big hug. "You're awesome!" My arms wrapped around his thick, muscular chest, and he smiled, panting, and carefully hugged back. I felt his newly grown body with curiosity. The internet said that Garchomps had rough skin, but his was smooth and tight, as if covered by a veil. His shining, blue scales wrapped around his powerful figure well, giving any onlookers a perfect image of just how easily the dragon could suplex you into the ground. Beads of sweat still dribbled down his body, wettening his scales and making them shine under the living room light. In fact, he seemed even more sweaty after the transformation. It must have taken a lot of energy for his body to perform such a task. The beast was panting like crazy!

I freed myself from his predatory grip and worked on filling his trademark water jug. Man, when he was a Gible, he was as big as the jug, but now he could hold it in his hands and drink half the thing down in one go! I watched him swallow an entire gallon of water in seconds. His throat flared and pulsed as he quenched his newly found thirst. It was a sight to behold. When the Garchomp dropped the jug neatly to the ground, however, he was still panting. Still sweating. His smell had changed somewhat. It smelled richer, and it had a tangy touch to it now. It felt like Garchomp wanted something, but what? The land shark simply stared at me. His predatory leer from my low angle had a tinge of need to it. I looked him down and tried to appraise his gaze. I looked up and down his body. Under his torso, the red stripe along his front gave way to a horizontal yellow stripe. It was like an arrow pointing to something.

And then I saw it: a protrusion of pink flesh poked from between once invisible lips between his legs. I gawked at his cock, eyes flashing with realization, before peering up at my training buddy, now understanding his needy gaze. "Oh!" I started. "Oh..." I had to admit, Garchomp's new figure was quite the sight... His muscles rippled, his thick legs spread, and his tongue hung freely from his toothy grin. His tail swayed in place, inviting me over. "Okay," I nodded, and kneeled before this great creature. I reached out tentatively to touch his fleshy tip, and he flinched and growled welcomingly. As welcomingly as a growl can sound. I could tell this was what he wanted. As my fingers traveled from the tip to his fleshy lips, the distance between them grew. More flesh emerged from the power within and I was finding my loose gym shorts less and less so. I pressed both hands against his opening, something so alien to me, to understand, and Garchomp shuddered with sexual tension. His tail snapped, and his short roars grew ragged. I started to massage his crotch scales in a circular motion, leaning in and taking in his earthy, husky, hungry scent. His hips instinctively started to hump open air. His cock wouldn't stop growing! Such thick, pink, tapered flesh slid wetly, hotly out of his tight opening, lengthening his meaty maturity yet further. Eight inches? Nine? I stopped teasing and greedily grabbed the delicious looking dong, holding it in my hands and soaking it in. I thought about my own masturbation techniques: I squeezed gently, pulled outward, and softened my grip on his base, urging it out, milking the musky flesh. God, it smelled so ripe...! I milked the damn thing in my fingers, feeling up the sheer strength of his man meat. He flexed and pulsed, thickening and hardening in my very hands, growling sweet nothings into my ear. The draconic cock drooled a generous amount of clear fluids which my curious hands eventually discovered on their journey. I spread his lubricative liquid along his pillar of dominance and lost myself in my service.

Garchomp began leaning his entire body into mine, and he couldn't contain the occasional sharp thrust into my fleshy embrace. God, he was so big. I grew more ballsy. I hunched myself over and kissed his wet, tapered tip. Hands at the base, still softly milking him, I enveloped his copacetic cock into my mouth and moaned into his flesh. Boy, did that get a rise out of the land shark. He roared his dominance and thrust half his length into me at once! I flinched, filled with dragon cock faster than I had planned, but I adapted quickly, lathering his spicy shaft with my saliva. My tongue tasted his raunchy, predatory pecker, dancing upon the thick, beefy bulge with great eagerness. I twisted my mouth and suckled obediently, and his naughty, little growls became near-constant. "Gaar... grr, gaaar..!" I appreciated the gentleman in him, holding back the urge to fuck my face into tomorrow, but it was still exciting to receive the occasional thrust. Good to know that he was having a good time. I slid my mouth along his hose, deepening our connection with each bob. I slid his cock out, licking and smooching the tip yet again, before diving back in, all the way back to my throat, and then some. My lips met my hands, and I had to let go. My fingers gave one final squeeze before they left, and the moment they did, Garchomp, the little devil, drove his manhood into me before I could shift my grip! I nearly choked on his glorious core before my hands snapped to his tight rear. I froze and breathed deeply through my nose. This was it. I was sucking off my dragon to the base. My nose was smothered in scales and manly musk, and I loved it. Garchomp's draconic presence overwhelmed my senses of taste and smell; I felt him all over. I felt as close to him that I could possibly be, looking up at his dazed smile from my dream perspective. His damn tongue was still hanging from his mouth! A glob of his spit drooped down and splashed on my forehead, and I shut my eyes.

I could feel Garchomp's claws combing through my hair and gripping my skull. Then, he facefucked me silly. His cock didn't go much far out, but when it drove in, I felt his entire length ripple throughout my throat and send shivers down my spine. He ravaged me, taking me for his own pleasure, and I was all- too willing to give myself to him. In return, he gave me a generous helping of cock; the thick, plump base slid easily in and out of my mouth as I moaned like a bitch into his man meat. Oof, he was strong. With the force he fucked me with, I could feel he could lift my entire body and sweep me off me feet effortlessly. This was a more than satisfying reward for training hard, I felt, and I worked my hardest to let my Garchomp know I valued his effort. He throbbed inside me, god, he throbbed. Violently, his flesh twitched and flexed in me, and I was more than impressed! We made song with his growls and my groans, and he made love to my mouth for as long as his endurance allowed. It went on for minutes. Distance workouts gave Garchomp an immensely satisfying level of stamina. But, eventually, after we had both lost ourselves in the moment, our bodies doing the work for our brains, losing ourselves in the majesty of nature, eyes simultaneously glazed over and hyperfocused on each other, Garchomp finally gave in. He stuck his cock in me as far as it would go and let out a final cry of power and sovereignty before shooting his seed inside me. I felt a sudden, wet warmth enter my stomach, and I tensed and held my grip fast. His cock trembled inside the warm comforts of my mouth. My tongue tickled his ravishing length, and we held each other. Time seemed to stand still, the very air around us holding us in place, but his cock still thrashed inside me, filling me with creamy, sticky, sweet essence. I kneeled in disbelief that we could possibly last the entire orgasm without popping it out and giving me a sloppy facial, but Garchomp's grip was legendary! He just kept holding, and he just kept shooting rope after rope of semen down my throat. It felt so goddamn right. The way his glorious, giant body twitched and loosened to maximize the power of his shots amazed me, and I could feel the sheer force inside me. We held. We stayed. He shot. I obeyed. We shared the moment, neither wishing to break our bond of fellatio. We lingered there for a long while, sweetly stealing glances into each other's eyes before drifting our gazes to Garchomp's stunning, new body.

And that, my friends, is the day my Gabite evolved into a Garchomp, and it's not a day I'll soon forget.