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Shu struck, his fist moving almost too fast to see, towards his friend. Jin effortlessly dodged. He countered with a sweeping kick aimed at Shu's upper body, who in turn caught Jin's leg with both arms. Like trying to punch a flame, or kick down a steel wall, as the two often joked, when not training. They'd stopped holding back long ago, in their single-minded quest to become the very best at what they did. There were no goals beyond that; it was an almost meditative pursuit, to simply hone their bodies to be the perfect tools, even more so than weapons. No ill intents, nor any inherent desire to destroy, merely a long quest towards perfection. A perfection that they had both realized they'd never reached.

Another strike. Jin dodged that one as well, though Shu's fist sailed only what seemed like millimeters from his chin. Shu took a step to the side, dodging the kick he knew was coming in turn.

Karate wasn't a popular sport on the Alolan isles. Most people, as it happened, were content with letting their Pokémon compete for them. No shame in that; their fights made for a far more visual spectacle than any two humans, however trained, however elite, not to mention that few of them ever got seriously hurt. Meanwhile, with the kind of training Shu and Jin pursued, landing a powerful strike on each other might result in a broken bone or ribs, should the other fail to guard or dodge as expected. Yet, that very real risk only made them try_harder_. It was a kind of motivation the two shared, and the instinct to avoid pain was a very effective motivator to focus fully on the moment. It still wasn't enough, though. No matter how hard Shu and Jin trained, it was impossible for mere humans to transcend the limitations of humanity. Pokémon, in turn, seemed to not be bound by those chains of physicality at all. Each one could evolve into new, beautiful forms, far beyond what one might imagine when seeing one crawl out of its egg for the first time.

Jim aimed for Shu's ribs with the next kick, but his weight wasn't behind it. They were both off-balance, making sure neither could maintain perfect form. it was one that Shu could take in exchange for an opening. He let out a grunt as Jin's leg connected with his torso, knocking the wind out of him, but in turn, he landed his fist on Jin's chest in turn, leaving them both wheezing. It wasn't all about avoidance; one important piece of every fight was knowing what hits one could take. If both kept dodging, the faster and more agile one would win, and in their case, that was Jin. Sometimes, they joked about being the immovable object and the unstoppable force. An exaggeration, sure, but Jin was faster and weaker, whereas Shu was slower but stronger, which lead to most of their sparring sessions being stalemates, now.

In a way, that was what Shu and Jin both craved. A kind of evolution, perhaps development. When they'd first began their careers in karate, in childhood, those improvements had been frequent. Each match, even every sparring session had taught them something new, and yet, it'd also made the distance to the next revelation so much harder. Now, the champion of the isles was always either Shu or Jin, and had been so for the last few years; there was no real competition, and the two were evenly matched, neither able to gain a significant edge on the other.

The rest of the world faded away as they sparred. The serene mountain vista around them was a colorless blur, both fully focused on the other's movements. Every slight twitch was meaningful, every tensing muscle indicating a motion or attack. There was a kind of beauty to that, to perfectly reading ones opponent. Shu stepped to the side, attempting to catch Jin from a new angle, but the two knew each other too well. Jin had already predicted the next punch by the time Shu's fist moved, and this time, he parried the strike with his leg, diverting the force of Shu's strike harmlessly. Shu had, of course, known that he'd be countered, in turn. And so it went; with nobody new to compete with, there was nothing left to learn, and nobody new was good enough to truly challenge them.

One last attack. Shu's thoughts and plans were moving at a million miles a minute. He was so focused that the world seemed to run in slow motion. Nothing else existed but the motions of his opponent. He noticed a telltale twitch in Jin's leg. An opening. He was going to try a spinning kick, but that meant Shu would have a perfect opening to finally-

A bell rang far below them in the village at the foot of the mountain, echoing through the cliffs and valleys, and the two men immediately grew still. A mutual, curt bow, a knowing nod to each other. Most of the expected courtesies and formalities had fallen by the wayside long ago, as close as the two were, yet there was a base level of respect that had to be shown to a fellow fighter, if only so as to not forget how.

With the tense moment over, Shu rubbed his arm where he'd caught Jin's kick, and Jin in turn stretched the leg that Shu had caught.

"...might have a bruise tomorrow," Shu finally spoke, an oddly defeated look on his face.

"Yep, same. Another even fight," Jin replied. His voice was hoarse and ragged with exertion. The both of them were panting, struggling to catch their breaths.

Training together high in the mountains had been Shu's idea, and Jin had eagerly agreed. The air was so thin here that it forced their hearts and muscles to work even harder, which at least counted for something. Neither was doing quite as well as they would in the rich air down in the jungles, but neither did either suffer more than the other. In effect, all it'd amounted to was a mutual handicap, where every strong hit was far more devastating than it'd have been in valleys below.

"Maybe we'll just have to start sparring with Pokémon," Jin sighed. "I'm sure a Blaziken could teach me a thing or two about kicks."

"Yeah, and then you'd be in the hospital with third degree burns," Shu chuckled. "It wouldn't be a fair fight. That's why they won't, I guess."

"Nothing about it is fair," Jin complained. "It's taken us years and years of training, and yet..."

"...a single punch from a Lucario would shatter my ribs before I even saw it coming, I know," Shu replied. "But we'll just have to do the best we can, for humans."

The two sat down by the campfire. Even the flames seemed to struggle, crackling and sputtering, in the thin air this high up. Beneath them, somewhere in the valley, the villagers were having dinner, they knew that much from the bell, but Shu and Jin had decided to sleep up here, too. The weather was nice, and forcibly conditioning their bodies to use oxygen - that ever-important fuel - as efficiently as possible was a worthwhile goal.

The two had somewhat different philosophies. Jin, being a fiery spirit, always found most inspiration in the dance of the flames. Shu, in turn, more in steel, heated but unscathed by the heat. For a moment, both simply stared at the campfire.

"...yeah," Jin finally replied. "The best we can."

The villagers had cautioned them against climbing the mountains. There was, supposedly, some myth about worlds intersecting up here. Shu and Jin had figured it was meant in a spiritual sense; the realms of gods and what would be best called essentials - fire, force, shadow, and the like - overlapping with those of mortals. Neither really believed it, but with the sun setting far in the horizon, there was no denying that the vista had a touch of the sublime to it, with fiery reds and oranges bathing the otherwise colorless, rocky landscape in vivid hues of twilight.

All legends, of course, had a grain of truth to them. In their case, as it happened, more than just a grain. That night, after Shu and Jin had fallen asleep, the planes shifted. The peak of the mountain was, in another realm with far higher peaks and valleys, the lowest level of that dimension. Around the two, the barren rock grew lush with greenery, massive trees and mountains far taller than any in Alola forming around them, seemingly sprouting from the ground. Even the air grew thicker, more revitalizing. It was warm, humid, full of an almost sparkling vitality, a lusty life of its own. Shu and Jin were both affected, their dreams slowly shifting to something far more sensual. For Shu, it was dreams of nameless women, still, and for Jin, oddly enough, arousing fantasies of his friend. The results were nonetheless similar and predictable, both growing hard, unconsciously squirming, grinding, and weakly thrusting in their sleep until the sun and heat stirred them awake.

Shu was first out of his tent. At first, he had no idea what was happening; around him, in every direction, there were trees, wines, greenery and flowers as far as he could see. The two were in a clearing in the middle of it, the size of the mountaintop they'd fallen asleep on, and through the canopy he could only barely tell they were surrounded by impossibly tall mountains and trees. This wasn't, of course, the place he'd fallen asleep at, but with dreams still lingering in his sleep-dazed mind, he struggled to understand what'd happened.

Jin was next. His reaction was more immediate. "What- where, how'd we get here-" he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes as if to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. "...is this even... it's not Alola, is it? Or earth?"

"...no," Shu replied. It didn't look like earth. The smells were alien - an alluring, spicy scent of thousands of flowers lingering in the air around them - and trees so tall that their canopies nearly touched the clouds couldn't exist on earth. They were somewhere else. "D-do you remember what the villagers said? About different worlds intersecting?"

"Yeah, but that can't actually be true, right?" Jin replied. He touched one of the smaller plants near them, heavy with fruit - which he, in the back of his head, noted as having rather strange shapes - and it felt real. The waxy texture of the leaves, the roughness of the trunk, the smooth surface of the juicy fruit. "Though I guess they'd have to be. How do we... get back?"

"I guess we'll have to wait for another shift?" Shu replied. Jin seemed nervous. Shu not as much; yes, certainly, getting back was a worry they'd have to deal with sooner or later. Yet, he was unperturbed. Nothing here seemed immediately hostile. Assuming the fruits were edible, they'd not struggle for food. There was a crystal-clear stream of water that ran along the side of the clearing, the sunlight glinting off the surface of the water. Maybe it'd be an opportunity to learn something.

Jin kicked a tree with frustration, a few leaves rustling loose and falling, slowly, to the ground around him. "Everyone's going to think we're dead," he growled. "We have to-"

"Don't be afraid," said someone, in a deep, masculine, almost guttural voice. Shu and Jin immediately positioned themselves back to back, eyes sweeping the jungle, adrenaline surging through their bodies.

"Show yourself. Why are we here?" Jin yelled.

"I will show myself, indeed. As I said, don't be afraid. I am a god of this place, and I have brought you here for a reason," the voice echoed between the trees. Shu drew a deep breath. A god? This day was shaping up more and more eventful. And yet, perhaps thanks to the influence of the place, he was already wondering if perhaps that god would let them spar with him. Just think of things we could learn.

From behind the trees, a lion stepped forth. No, not a lion. A Solgaleo - not as the legends described him - bipedal, enormous, his frame bulging with muscle. He was wearing only a loincloth to cover his... Shu averted his eyes. He let his guard fall. The first lesson he'd learned in martial arts, and the one he remembered the most clearly, was to never start a hopeless fight. Better to plan, train, and fight on your own terms. The Solgaleo towered above them, at _least_two feet taller than either Shu or Jin, and visibly strong enough that he could, if he wanted, effortlessly break them in half.

Luckily, he showed no signs of aggression.

"Follow me," the god spoke. "We'll talk more in the safety of my den. There are countless dangers here, but as long as you're near me, nothing will dare touch us. Oh-" he paused, briefly. "You can call me Tendo, as is the name I have in this place."

"Tendo? Alright," Shu replied, looking at the enormous, leonine beast. It was a fitting name. His physique certainly reminded Shu of half-remembered classes about mythology, and the ancient titans some regions had, though he couldn't quite remember any of them being lions. "We'll follow."

"Can we trust him?" Shy asked, his voice low. Hopefully, low enough that the Solgaleo couldn't hear him. "What if he-"

"We don't have a choice. Look at him. Just try to stay on his good side," Jin answered. He didn't trust the great beast, not yet at least, but he was their only option, for now.

So, the two followed, through dense and tangled undergrowth and between impossibly large trees. Watching the god of this place walk before them, Shu and Jin saw different things. In a way, at least. Where Shu saw merely a muscular lion, Jin found his gaze drawn, perhaps shamefully, to the bulging loincloth, only barely covering what laid underneath, and to the exquisite, almost sensual way his muscles flexed. His nose twitched as it caught Tendo's scent; a musky yet clean kind of raw, strong, primal fragrance of masculinity was the best way he could describe it, and already, he found himself growing rather inappropriately aroused by it.

He shook his head. Yes, he was gay. Yes, he was clearly attracted to the lion. No, this wasn't the place to let such fantasies distract him. And the thing claimed to be a god. As the humans back on Alola said, the Solgaleo was clearly out of his league. Not to mention a different species. That, and he seemed to well-hung that they'd struggle to make it fit.

They arrived, after only a few minutes, at what looked like an arena. Not quite modern, yet not ancient, either. The floor was merely packed dirt, surrounded by coliseum-like walls. Everything was a little larger than it'd be in Alola, or elsewhere in the world Shu and Jin lived in, clearly meant for larger creatures like their host.

"Welcome, then. Have a seat, and have something to eat - you'll need the energy," Tendo spoke, reaching into a wooden crate and pulling out some freshly-picked fruits. He tossed one to Shu, and one to Jin. Both immediately noticed the rather suggestive shapes; they'd seen them earlier, but this close, it was all the more blatant. Both of those shiny, red fruits looked almost exactly like penises. They even had what seemed like "veins" along the surface, and a bulge near the base suggesting testicles.

"I'm sure you've noticed that everything in this world is very... masculine," the Solgaleo smiled - a broad smile showing off plenty of sharp fangs - as he sat down, spreading his legs. "That is what this world is; the Ultra Masculinity Jungle, some call it. Infused by the more manly kind of energy and strength. It seems to summon all those in pursuit martial prowess and strength, if they're deemed worthy, as it once summoned me."

"You mean... we're here because of our training?" Jin replied. He looked down at the fruit, hesitating only briefly before taking a bite out of it. The juices splattered over his chin, but it tasted rich, almost musky, a kind of umami flavor that balanced out a fruity tang. Nothing like any fruit he'd ever had on earth, and it immediately made him want more.

"Well, your training, and where you did the training. The jungle cannot summon creatures from just anywhere... but that doesn't matter, does it? You're welcome here, now. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't already been deemed worthy."

Shu nodded, and took a bit of his fruit as well, after considerably more hesitation than Jin had showed. But it was only a fruit, wasn't it? It wasn't as if he was actually eating a cock. The flavor seemed to melt into his tongue, a strange kind of tingling enveloping his body. He was already planning an escape. He didn't want to remain here, eating cock-fruit for the rest of his life, as good as it was. He slurped up some of the thick juices flowing from it. Yet, he didn't want to seem ungrateful to Tendo. He seemed nothing but polite, but it was his overly sexual behavior that set Shu on edge. The way he sprawled out next to them, stretching, and the way that loincloth seemed to tent a little as he watched the two eat. He seemed obscenely large, down there, his body both idealized and oversexualized. Shu wished he was wearing a little more.

Jin, meanwhile, wished he'd wear less. Again and again, his eyes were drawn to the beautiful, perfectly sculpted muscles, to that alluring and clearly growing bulge between his legs. He could even see the outline of his balls, behind it, beautifully sized like two ripe grapefruits. The fruit he was eating only seemed to make him more aroused. Not so much that he couldn't control it, but enough that he felt his own shaft swelling in his training pants. Still, he knew what Shu was thinking - they'd known each other long enough for that - and despite the growing lustiness in his loins, he ultimately did agree. That, and he wasn't supposed to be attracted to Pokémon, was he? No matter how godlike they appeared, however exquisitely masculine their bodies were, and how wonderfully well-hung they happened to be.

"You might wish to rest. Time passes differently, here..." Tendo spoke, motioning towards the skies. "Wherever you'd wish, really. We'll talk more tomorrow. But first, have some more fruit."

He dug into the crate again, producing two more fruit. These ones were firmer, like bulging muscles. The two ate without questioning it.

"Didn't we just wake up?" Shu asked Jin, spilling fruit-meat over his chest. He suddenly seemed dazed, very relaxed, his stomach quite full after only a few bites of food.

"Mmhn," Jin mumbled. He looked longingly at the Solgaleo once more, having some difficulty concentrating. "Might've been a little longer than that, hasn't it? The sun is already setting and all... or maybe we..."

He trailed off, lost in thought. They hadn't been tired only moments ago, but the sun _was_setting, after all. Neither noticed the wrongness of it, not with the god influencing their minds. Those fruits would provide plenty of energy for the changes to come, but they also had a soporific effect, making any who ate them want to sleep and rest.

"Maybe we'll just stay the night. You'll help us find our way home tomorrow, won't you?" Shu asked, with a wide yawn. Really, somewhere deep inside, he _knew_sleeping here wasn't a good idea, but that part of him was muted and barely awake.

"I will, if you still wish to leave," Tendo smiled. He spoke only truth, yet he'd never found one who wanted to leave the jungle after truly experiencing what it had to offer. He certainly hadn't. "But I would recommend that you use this opportunity. You both wish to become even greater fighters, do you not?"

He flexed his arm, a quiet growl spilling from his lips as the muscle tensed. Once upon a time, he'd wanted to leave, too, before the jungle had baptized him with masculine power.

Nothing in Tendo's arena-home was soft, exactly. The muscular god of the realm didn't need it; his fur and skin were thick enough that he could sleep just about anywhere. He helped Shu and Jin gather some leaves from the jungle to help ease their rest, though. After all, they were still mere mortal humans despite all their training, with soft and fragile skin.

"Is this place safe, then? No risk of anything attacking us as we sleep?" Shu asked once their makeshift bedding was complete.

"Something might attack. But they'll regret doing so, if they try," Tendo grinned. He bashed a fist against his chest. "I'll keep you safe tonight, as you are newcomers."

Jin was happy with that. Shu, somewhat less so. He didn't entirely trust the strange god. Something about him simply seemed off, and not only the vaguely sexual behavior. Something about his wide, predatory grin, and the way he seemed eager to have the two stay at least one night.

Still, he had no choice, not at this point. Jin fell asleep quickly on the leaves, in the corner of the arena, and he himself felt rather relaxed and warm with his belly full of the exotic fruits. Almost as if he was having some kind of reaction to them, he figured, though not a bad one. In fact, it was rather pleasant, and slowly, he succumbed to the tiredness, fading into hazy erotic fantasies of other men. In that barely conscious state, it felt perfectly natural to him.

Solgaleo watched his new visitors for some time, making sure they were asleep. Oh, they were almost perfect specimens already, at least for mortals. They'd simply need some further improvements to be perfect by the standards of the jungle. He couldn't wait to do his part. Yet, even though was a god here, he wasn't the most powerful being. No, that'd be the jungle itself. The same one that'd claimed him so long ago.

Once upon a time he'd merely been Solgaleo. One of the greatest Pokémon, certainly, but nothing more than that, not until the jungle stole him away from his world, transporting him here in his sleep. And it'd...

He shuddered. The thought of watching the same thing happened to his new guests was almost enough to make him drool. He remembered it being blissful, _beautiful,_even.

Around the sleeping humans, the arena floor rippled as thick vines and roots slowly emerged, each one dripping with the jungle's very essence, thick and white, creeping towards the pair. Tendo hadn't lied; he'd keep them safe from any attack. This wasn't an attack, it was a blessing, and watching it had him hard as steel, enough so that his hand slipped under his loincloth to squeeze his shaft with a throaty, almost purring growl. He stepped closer, grasping one of the more distant vines and wrapping his mouth around the bloated, cock-like head, letting its seed ooze over his tongue. He swirled the thick liquid around in his mouth before swallowing, sucking on it for more, eagerly. There was more than enough to go around, after all. The jungle's power was endless, overwhelming and primal like the elements themselves.

Slowly, the roots and vines crept closer to Shu and Jin. The liquid dripped over their sleeping bodies, dissolving clothes and yet not harming skin. Soon, they were left naked, the tattered and dissolved fabric falling off their bodies as they turned and stirred, almost - but not quite - waking up.

Tendo remembered, in vivid detail, how good being infused by the jungle's essence had felt. He'd awakened during the process, every orifice of his body plugged by the vines, spurting their wonderful warm bounty into him, suffusing every part of his body and mind. Still suckling on his own vine, he gently grabbed a root and guided it between Jin's legs. They didn't need much help, but he liked thinking of himself as a gardener, eagerly helping the jungle seduce more newcomers.

The tip of the root slipped between Jin's cheeks and traced over his pucker, coating it with that slime before slowly sinking into him. Both him and the Solgaleo shuddered in unison as that essence first began to ooze into the human's body. The effects were immediate, his cock beginning to swell with need, growing harder and larger than it ever had before. In his dreams, he'd just been taken by a handsome man, thrusting into him to the pace of the root's pulsations within him, and he groaned with pleasure in his sleep.

Two smaller wines crept towards his ears, and then plugged them. A thick, green vine plugged his mouth, and the smallest of them all - barely the width of a pencil - found his erect shaft and began to slowly slip into him.

Had he awakened moments before, he might've felt fear. If he were to awaken now, he'd beg for the vines to continue filling him. Each drop of essence pumped into him would leave his memories of being a human more faded, never fully gone but distant and unimportant. It'd make him stronger, more powerful, more _virile._And Tendo had more in store for him.

Now, it was his turn. He concentrated, forming an orb of energy within his hands, like dancing flames contained by a perfect sphere. It was a part of him, in a way, but a part he'd happily share with his soon-to-be servants, his beautiful warrior-vassals.

"You shall be the titan of fire," he murmured, lowering the orb towards Jin's chest. It burned hot enough that it made the air rippled around it, but Tendo willed it to calm down, so that it'd not scorch its new host. Slowly, it began to diffuse into Jin's sleeping, squirming body, the influx of energy powerful enough that it made him sweat, hips bucking weakly despite his sleep-paralyzed body, as if he was thrusting into a lover's body. The Solgaleo licked his lips as he watched Jin's precum splatter over his chest. Soon, very soon. There's still more work to do, he reminded himself.

He left the vines to accomplish their purpose, establishing their control over the sleeping human, preparing him to become something new, something better, and turned his attention towards Shu. This one would be tougher. Unlike Jin, Tendo sensed that Shu didn't yet share their passion and love for the male sex. He would, soon enough, realize how much better it was. How much more erotic the hard, strong bodies of men were compared to feminine softness.

The vines had already coiled around his arms and legs, seemingly only waiting, pulsating slowly with what appeared to be anticipation. One gently brushed over Shu's lips, leaving them glistening with white. He shivered in his sleep, as if his subconscious was trying to warn him, but to no avail. Slowly, the vine dipped in between his lips and began to pump its bounty down his throat. Following the first's cue, the rest of the roots began their work.

Shu himself was preoccupied with his dream. It'd begun as the usual, him practicing his karate as attractive women stood all around him, cheering him on. Gradually, though, as the tentacle-like roots and vines began to fill his body with their potent essence, the dream shifted. He landed a successful punch to his opponent's chest, toppling him over in the dirt through sheer force, and then pinned him down. Shu felt, in vivid detail, the other male's firm body pressed against his own, and - he shook his head, the dream feeling strange, a little off, a dizziness that alerted him that it might be altogether real - he felt lust, feeling his own maleness swell, his hips twitching, grinding that growing length against the other male.

But he wasn't supposed to be attracted to other men, was he?

Still, he couldn't help himself. The roots buried in every orifice kept filling him with desire, slowly shifting at least his unconscious mind. Suddenly he wasn't fighting his opponent, not exactly. With each pulse of the vines, Shu felt more attracted_to him, struggling not to defeat the unknown man, but to _claim him, to sink his throbbing shaft into his body.

In the waking world, Solgaleo watched with delight as the sleeping human squirmed. Already, his body was changing. Not much, that'd have to wait - this much power couldn't manifest all at once, or it'd tear him apart - but enough that he knew that the rich, thick essence of the jungle was taking root within him. As he had with Jin, he focused to bring some of his own power forth, as before, in the form of a sphere within his hands. Whereas the other human had a fiery disposition and energy, this one was enduring and strong-willed, like steel. Thus it was the power of steel that Tendo summoned, reverently placing it on Shu's heaving chest, and watching it suffuse into his body.

When he arrived in the jungle, himself, he had nobody to guide him. These humans were lucky, if anything. He'd simply been seized by the tentacle-like vines and roots, and they'd filled him with their glory. In a few heartbeats he'd been seized by the love of the masculine, his attraction forever changed to only draw him towards other males. Yet, he'd been confused, unable to understand what the world wanted from him.

It'd taken him years to realized his purpose, to act as both a god and a guardian, to help the jungle attract new worthy servants. He, too, was a servant, but not to any single being. Rather, he served the jungle itself. And it rewarded him with ever more strength and martial prowess, teaching him in his dreams new moves and techniques, new ways to continue his own development. And now, the time had come to pass them on.

He watched as the vines suddenly withdrew, leaving Shu just on the brink of orgasm, weakly thrusting into the air as he tried to rut his dream-lover. Solgaleo could smell the changes about to occur, but he needed time to adjust, first.

Tendo left the two there for the night, to truly absorb every drop of what they'd been filled with.

After some period of restless, fitful sleep, Shu woke up. At first, he didn't remember where he was. All around him was lush, alien vegetation, the kind he'd never seen before. Almost as if he was- oh, oh yes. This place. He remembered the arena and the strange world they'd been transported into, but he couldn't remember falling asleep among all these vines, all dripping with a thick, white juice. Then again, he had been very tired.

He felt hungry. Ravenous, even. On an impulse, he grasped one of the tendrils and brought it to his mouth, somehow instinctively knowing that he could feed upon them. That they wanted him to feed, even. It had a kind of phallic appearance, with a green shaft and purple glans at the end, and it seemed to shiver in his hand. He pursed his lips around the tip and a splash of that nutritious white gushed into his mouth. It felt- tasted, almost- just like cum. Shu gave a breathy moan around it.

As he sat there, suckling on the cock-vine, his eyes darted around, looking at the arena. His body felt heavy and clumsy, but he chalked that up to perhaps not sleeping well, given that he was in a new, strange place. The heaviness was gradually fading, at least, into a pleasant fuzzy warmth as he fed on the vine. Eventually, it stopped throbbing, and the flow of goo ebbed into a small dribble that he eagerly slurped the last few drops of, from the slit at the tip. It almost seemed to go limp. Solgaleo had called this the jungle of masculinity, and that seemed appropriate, given how suggestive everything seemed to be. A little excessively so.

The first thing he noticed, with that accomplished, was that was naked, which he hadn't been when he fell asleep. The second thing was when he looked around for Jin, only to discover that he wasn't there. Finally, a third observation was that his cock was hard as rock, jutting out proudly in a full erection, thrumming with pleasure and lust for... some reason. His mind felt foggy and dazed, still, but he had enough presence of mind to immediately cover his crotch with his hands to try to preserve some measure of modesty.

What was going on here? He tried to make sense of it. Despite the heaviness and mental fog, he felt great, albeit with a gnawing sense of growing anxiety. If he was naked, he reasoned, something must've happened while he was asleep, but what? It wasn't as if he wouldn't wake up if someone stripped him. He tried to rationalize it; maybe this was simply how the strange jungle worked? Maybe clothes simply couldn't exist here, bar for loincloths. No, that was ridiculous. Maybe he'd undressed in his sleep. He did feel almost as if he'd recently orgasmed, given the pleasant feelings, almost like an afterglow. Before he realized it, he gave his firm length a quick pump, and rapidly clenched his jaws to stop himself from moaning. He definitely hadn't orgasmed yet with how pent up he felt, with how even the slightest stimulation threatened to send him into paroxysms of pleasure. Shu's arm twitched, his body urging him to grasp his cock more firmly and simply enjoy his arousal. To openly masturbate right then and there, maybe rubbing his maleness against the tentacles and letting that delicious white goo coat his length- No, no, that's not right. He fought to keep his focus away from his throbbing shaft and on the most important task at hand.

Clumsily, he forced his hand away from his cock. Maybe later. He'd probably have to take care of that, but first, he had to find Jin. Second, he had to figure out how to get away from this place before things got even weirder. Yes, that was it. Maybe falling asleep where they'd entered would work, but he couldn't just leave Jin here.

He looked around the arena, seeing two silhouettes in the dim morning light. One was obviously the Solgaleo, but he couldn't recognize the other. It wasn't Jin, at least, but maybe they could help Shu find him. Solgaleo had, at least, seemed to be eager to help. Shu hoped that it was a genuine desire instead of some kind of trap.

Shu stood up. His muscles were aching to be used, each flex as he walked towards the shapes rather pleasant. The doziness was beginning to lift, now, replaced with a wild energy that made him want to exercise, to simply use his body and_enjoy_ it.

That seemed to be true for the two beings, as well. Solgaleo was one, of course, but he was watching what seemed like a very muscular Blaziken, squatting and stroking his firm, foot-long cock rapidly. And as he watched, the Solgaleo's eyes took on a bright blue glow, as if he was guiding his new disciple.

Yet, the Blaziken seemed familiar somehow, almost as if he was half human, though Shu found it difficult to tear his eyes away from that throbbing shaft and eager masturbation, to really recognize what he was looking at. Ugh, why am I even looking at that? I'm not gay- or... at least I...

There was something about the Blaziken's eyes. Something familiar, his face as well, though it wasn't immediately recognizable. It seemed that he was slowly changing, from human to Blaziken.

It took Shu several moments to realize who he was looking at, but suddenly it all fell into place. That was his friend. It was Jin, transformed into an anthropomorphic Pokémon just like Solgaleo. Their eyes made contact.

"Ngh-" the Blaziken grunted with a pleasure, his eyes half-lidded. He was moving as if something was controlling him. "Run."

Run? He was definitely being manipulated. But he seemed to enjoy it, on some level, and even watching him stroke his cock felt strangely good. Not to mention thinking about how holding that squat must've felt. Shu felt a confusing pang of desire, as if he wanted to experience the same thing.

"Come on, snap out of it!" he yelled at Jin.

"...can't, it... rrh, it feels too good," the Blaziken groaned. From how feverish and quick his motions were getting, he must've been close, his cock swollen and throbbing in his grasp. He continued changing, the human features disappearing as he increasingly looked like an anthropomorphic Blaziken. If Shu had found him only moments later, he realized he'd not have recognized him.

Shu tried to think of something, anything to say, but a loud moan from his friend interrupted him. The Blaziken that had been Jin began to cum, in thick white spurts, several times what any human could've produce. Unconsciously, Shu licked his lips - some part of him, awakened by the jungle, wanted nothing more than to wrap his lips around that spurting tip and letting the next gush of sperm flood his mouth - but then he saw that the Blaziken's eyes were taking on a blue glow, just like Solgaleo's.

"Awaken and arise, my titan of fire. From now on, your name shall be Guren," Solgaleo growled. It seemed to take a few moments for his words to register as the Blaziken pumped out the last few drops of cum he had stored up, but when they did, he sprung up. He bashed his fist into his new, bulging pectorals in a gesture of allegiance.

"I, Guren, awakened as a titan, am yours to command, Master," he spoke, voice deeper than it'd ever been before.

What was happening? This had to be Solgaleo's doing. He'd done something to Shu's friend, which meant he'd also be able to revert it.

"Turn him back the way he was," Shu yelled. "I don't care if you're a god here, that's my friend you're manipulating."

He was hopelessly outmatched, but he wasn't going to surrender Jin to this beast, even if it meant he went down trying. Jin's words, telling him to run, echoed in his head. There was no point; if he went home without bringing his friend with him, he might as well not go home at all.

"Ah, I expected nothing less of you," Solgaleo replied. He was sporting that wide grin again. "With your will of steel, I'd be disappointed if you didn't challenge me. It's entirely your right to do so. However, I think we can put that will of yours to better use, serving me..." he rumbled.

He tuned that hypnotic gaze towards Shu, reaching out mentally to work on the essence he'd been filled with. Instantly, Shu felt a quiver shoot through his body, along his spine, one of overwhelming need. His cock hardened against his will, lewdly bobbing in the air before his naked body. "Guren" slipped behind him, wanting to watch the show.

Shu was sweating, his muscles trembling. He couldn't move, almost paralyzed with arousal as he was, feeling Solgaleo reach into his very soul, or so it felt. This wasn't how things were supposed to go at all. It was perfectly obvious that he was being manipulated, but it felt good. Too good to resist, try as he might. If this was how Jin had felt, Shu understood why he hadn't been able to fight it. He could smell the musky arousal of both of them, and while it wasn't as if he'd not smelled a lusty male before, it'd never affected him quite like this, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled that scent with primitive greed.

"Just embrace it. It feels wonderful. We always wanted this, didn't we? To be as strong as we possibly could... and gay, so that we can enjoy our new bodies together," Jin - or Guren as Solgaleo had called him - murmured. He placed a hand on Shu's shoulder and pushed down. Shu tried to fight, but his transformed friend was far stronger than him, now. Guren forced him into a similar squatting pose that the Blaziken hybrid had been in, earlier, and Shu groaned with pleasure as he felt his muscles strain, shivering pulses of pleasure surging through his body.

"There, put those muscles to work. Doesn't that feel great, feeling them work hard?" he continued. "Doesn't it just make you incredibly horny?"

Gods, it _did_feel good. Shu let out a throaty groan at the pleasant, tingling sensation that radiated through his muscles with the strain. He tried to resist, but inexorably, his hand moved towards his cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. It was like an inescapable feedback loop; each time he moved his hand, both muscles and cock sent pleasure surging through his body, making him even hornier, more eager to continue stroking himself. The scents and the sight of Solgaleo's body were threatening to overwhelm him, but he couldn't accept that - he still wasn't gay, was he? He never had been, and yet, fantasies of gay sex had begun to flutter through his mind, admiring fantasies of manly muscle and beautiful, stiff cocks.

Tendo's power surged through him, the essence he'd infused into Shu merging with him fully, now. His muscles swelled further, growing stronger, bigger, and firmer, far beyond that of any human, twitching with bliss as he squeezed and pumped at his ready, eager length. Each slick motion of his hand seemed to make it better and better. He was beginning to transform, he realized, into something different. He gasped, watching as he his hands and legs began to blacken, and in that black-furred hand, his cock grew, too. Inch after inch, stretching out into a glorious, sexy pillar of pure raw masculinity. His vision trembled for a brief second as his body was stretched upwards, too, growing at least two feet to better match his friend.

"Mh, that's right, you're already giving in, shaping up so very handsomely. Keep doing that. Stroke yourself into an orgasm and let all that weakness leave your body with your last load of human seed. Let the power transform you," Guren whispered.

With a heady mixture of fear and arousal, Shu realized that he was turning into a Lucario, as his body began to shift and morph, nose extending into a muzzle. His ears grew into sharp points, like those of a dog, and with a twinge of pain, equally sharp spikes of bone erupted from the back of his hands and from his chest, amidst a pelt of pale yellow fur he'd not even felt growing in. More than anything, his full attention was drawn to his muscles flexing and clenching, trembling as they swelled with newfound power, every fiber of his body practically drinking in Solgaleo's power.

He let out a breathless gasp, his eyes drawn upwards to meet those of Tendo - his god, his beautiful master - as it all began to make sense, the power surging through him changing the way he thought, changing his entire body, making him bigger, stronger, a hybrid between human and Pokémon just like the other two men. Yet, more than anything, Shu was consumed by what he saw in the Solgaleo. Beauty, attraction, and masculine lust. He truly saw him now, his majestic, forceful and dominant aura, as new senses awakened in him alongside of new lusts as that part of his new form developed. No mortal could've denied that this beautiful god deserved to be followed, deserved to be served.

He finally understood. It was an amazing, liberating, almost dissolute sense of revelation. Suddenly, he saw the other two males not only as men, but as something beautiful, erotic, something to be desired. Where all true pleasure and strength lied. He glanced, briefly, down his own body, seeing it in that new light as well. The sexy sight of his precum-dripping shaft, still fully erect. The sensual bulges and firmness of his muscles.

More than himself, though, he couldn't but drool at the sight of the titan of masculinity controlling him. The way his loincloth was tenting with an obvious erection, one that Shu found himself desiring, now. The Solgaleo must've been... obscenely huge, and Shu couldn't look away. He didn't want to. He wanted to see and worship that beautiful symbol of masculinity, to let it fill his desperately needful body with its seed. He suppressed a gasp of desire. How had he never realized how beautiful the masculine form was, before?

But that wasn't all. As he succumbed to those changes, it was as if his thoughts hardened to steel as well. The thoughts of escaping and resisting, most of all, slowly burned away from his mind as he was reshaped, replaced by two things; obedience and discipline. Obedience to Tendo, his powerful master, who was so kind as to introduce him to this world. And discipline, as it was his duty to serve - Shu shook his head again, desperately, he could feel his old personality fading away, no matter how he tried to cling to it - to serve the Solgaleo. To serve him unquestioningly and to the best of his ability, as a warrior. No, that's not right, I am not...

Yet, there was nothing he could do. His mind went all but blank, and for a moment, he simply stroked himself mindlessly, rewarded by a warm, soaring sense of pride_over having such a wonderful master. The kind of master that a warrior like himself _needed, needed to both learn from and serve. He was a warrior, an obedient, perfect, and sexy hybrid of Pokémon and human. There was nothing more natural for warriors than to consummate their lust with others like them. That, finally, was when his mental guard finally shattered into a million pieces. His tongue lolled from his mouth, and he tried to say something, but it was all drowned out by a lusty groan.

"You are ready," Solgaleo growled. "Spill your seed and awaken as my servant, _Hagane,_titan of steel."

Some lust-drowned part of Shu's mind protested at the idea, telling him to run away, but he could no longer stop what was happening. Already, his balls were tightening against is body, his orgasm inevitable. It wasn't just that he felt too good to resist, but also that he didn't want to. He wanted to obey, to follow his master's command like a true warrior. And so he sped up, eagerly racing towards the point of no return.

"Do it! Imagine how much stronger we can become together..." Guren whispered into his ear. "Just let go. Surrender to his power."

Shu had no choice. He howled with orgasmic pleasure as his cock first throbbed, a massive gush of seed erupting from the tip and splattering into the dirt below. The sensation was beyond words, white-hot pleasure and mind-blanking ecstasy, and his entire world narrowed down to those beautiful, throbbing pulsations of his cock. His eyes began to take on a blue glow, matching that of Guren and Tendo. He was faintly aware of Guren's hand dipping in front of his cock and catching some of the plentiful cum to taste for himself.

"Awaken," Solgaleo commanded, and the Lucario that had once been Shu obeyed.

He stood up, legs trembling and cock still hard, a clear string of cum dangling from the tip for a brief moment before snapping. "I am-" he almost choked on the words, beating his chest in the same gesture as Guren before him. "I am Hagane, awakened as the titan of steel. I swear to stay by your side for all eternity, Master."

Tendo smiled. Everything had gone just as planned. He had two eager servants, now, to both train and enjoy. Of course, it'd be a work in progress; it'd take them a long time to understand the extent of the gift they'd been given. It'd take lots of training to eliminate the last few traces of human thoughts and inhibitions from their minds, just as it'd taken him. Yet he'd be there, and he'd guide them every step of the way.

"Rest now, servants," he spoke, grinning as he watched the two stand side by side, stealing lusty glances at each other. "Explore your new forms, and when you feel that you've recovered, we will continue your training."

It'd take some getting used to for them. But their new instincts would help, at least into learning how to mate with each other. Another knowing smirk dawned on his muzzle as he watched. They could barely keep their hands off each other. Sure, Guren had been gay already, but he'd been restrained in his appetites. Now, there was no more need to be. He'd get to indulge as much as he wanted, as long as he stayed in the jungle and kept training. What really pleased Tendo was watching Hagane come to terms with his new sexuality. He was a little shy of it at first, but that'd wear off quickly once he got fuck his friend.

He turned around, returning to his own business, letting the two rest. He was quite sure he'd find Guren dripping with seed the following day.

A few days later, they were back at it, training together in their master's arena. Each motion was impossibly fast, now, using both their newfound powers as Pokémon, as well as the old skills they'd learned as humans, and special techniques that Solgaleo had shared with them.

Hagane's aura warped the air around his fist as he threw a punch at Guren. At the very same time, the Blaziken kicked - his leg covered with rippling flames - and the ground beneath them quaked as they collided. The jungle seemed to shiver with approval at the demonstration. The rapid follow-up kick caught Hagane's chest, the impact strong enough to create a tangible shockwave and sending the Lucario flying back several meters, but he landed on his feet, no worse off than before, beyond wiping the sweat off his brow before running in again. This time, he moved so fast that Guren had no time to react at all before a flurry of rapid punches broke his guard, forcing him to retreat a few steps.

They were finally improving. While their bodies were almost exactly the same and equally capable, bar for the features of a Lucario and Blaziken, their new skills meant they couldn't predict each other as well as before, which meant there was more to learn. They were already far stronger than before, but also far more durable, far tougher, able to withstand a few blows from the other fighter. Solgaleo watched the show from a distance, admiring the perfect economy of motion, the exact and wasteless flexes of his new vassals' muscles. They'd be worthy of the jungle, yet.

He'd been feeding the newcomers a steady diet of those nutrition-rich fruit, making sure to motivate them to practice every day, training both muscles and flexibility. Such was the will of the jungle. Endless self-improvement, beyond even mortal limits. It was beautiful, almost a paradise of the masculine.

The next time the two fighters clashed, it was hard enough to shake the very walls of the arena. Guren's fire and Hagane's aura collided, canceling each other out with a shattering shockwave that left a visible, if shallow, crater in the dirt.

Solgaleo raised his hand. "Enough, servants!" he roared. "You may continue tomorrow".

There was a measure of restraint they still had to follow. While he doubted the two would get hurt, he didn't much feel like rebuilding his home if they lost control. Strict discipline and finesse were required alongside the raw strength.

Hagane and Guren stopped immediately. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, and both were panting heavily. They managed to give each other a brief, respectful bow, before nearly collapsing from the sheer exertion.

"Now, it's time to strengthen each other," he continued, a knowing grin on his face. With their bodies transformed by the jungle's magnificent power, they only needed one thing to keep improving their bodies. He called it power circulation, the renewal and multiplication of power by passing it back and forth between each other. What he meant was they were to fill each other with semen, each in turn. After all, what was more masculine than receiving the seed of another male, and filling them with yours in turn? A beautiful act in itself, but Tendo did have to retain a modicum of modesty, given his position of godhood.

He'd already noticed Hagane mounting Guren several times before, but there was a necessary ritual to these things. If he only gave his seed, he'd weaken. Receiving it was not only admirable, but necessary. They'd learn in time - only recently having shed their mortal forms - and Solgaleo was a patient master. Patient and horny. It was also an excellent excuse to enjoy his new disciples in the most carnal and intimate of ways.

The Lucario and Blaziken tore off their loincloths in unison, both already rock hard from the training. The adrenaline and testosterone combined with the jungle's essence had that effect, naturally, but what was more appropriate than rough, eager gay sex, for this place anyway? Neither bothered trying to hide their lust.

While their cocks retained a human appearance, they were far larger than they had been, each one's testicles swollen with the potent virility of this world, eager and aching to spurt into a manly partner.

Of course, they'd quickly formed certain preferences. Guren dropped down onto all fours, raising his ass, inviting his formerly straight friend to fill him again. It'd taken him a few attempts to arouse him enough to take that step, to have him sink his beautiful cock into the Blaziken's body, but soon enough, the gay urges the jungle had filled him with won, and he'd groaned with bliss as he'd finally consummated them with his friend. He'd been a little clumsy the first few times, but now, with his thoughts fully replaced by the lusty influence of the jungle and Solgaleo, he was quite eager to experience it again.

And so he did, kneeling behind Guren and pressing his cock against that twitching, experienced pucker. Slowly, he began to penetrate his friend, his plentiful precum providing just enough lubrication to slowly pry him open. His cockhead slipped inside, and they both groaned; Hagane at the sheer heat of his friend's clutching body, and Guren in turn at how his friend was hard as steel, spreading him open in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

Solgaleo watched as they began to rut, grunting and groaning happily. Now, for his own part. The display had him more than a little aroused, and beyond that, it was his duty to introduce the Lucario to the pleasures of _receiving_seed as well. He knelt behind the Lucario, wrapping his thick arm around his chest.

"Keep thrusting, but try to relax back here," he huffed, hotly, into his servant's ear. Hagane didn't hesitate. He raised his newfound tail, obediently giving Solgaleo access to his entrance. After this first time, he'd understand. He might even beg for it, even if he ended up on top of Guren most times. After all, giving and taking seed was important... and it'd be quite pleasurable as well.

With a low growl, he pointed his thick, long shaft at that bare little pucker.

Then, with a buck of his hips, he sank his cock into Lucario's body, stretching his formerly virgin opening wide and drawing a heavy moan of pleasure from him. Their new bodies were tough, yet also flexible, enough so that there was little pain. Rather, if anything, it felt better than Hagane could have ever imagined, and he threw his head back with a howl of joy, letting his perfect master hilt that throbbing manhood as deep as he could inside him.

If that'd felt good, it felt heavenly when he took his first thrust, timing the motions of his hips with those of Hagane's. Solgaleo himself gave an approving grunt as he felt his vassal squeeze longingly around him each time he pulled out, as if he didn't want his cock to ever leave his body. He'd taken well to the conditioning he'd received, that much was obvious from his happy moans and eager thrusts; no trace of his former straightness remained. No straight male would, after all, receive quite so much pleasure from being fucked like this. Yet, there was no shame in it, not anymore. It was more than appropriate for this place.

"You may rut others as much as you'd ever wish for, my disciple," Solgaleo rumbled, clutching Hagane tightly as he bucked his hips, sawing that bucking, throbbing cock in and out of him, each thrust rubbing the other male's prostate in _just_the right way to make him moan out loud, and together with the squeezing eagerness and almost burning heat of Guren's ass around him, he could barely think. Luckily, it was his new body, and especially his massive, dripping, and twitching cock that did all the thinking for him at this point. Pure instinct that required no coherent thought, only desire.

"But the true source of power lies in circulating it," he continued, teaching his servant even as he fucked him. "Fill someone, and then let them fill you in turn. In doing so -rrrgh- you'll both strengthen each other."

"Yes, master. Gnh- you're so- so big," Hagane groaned. He'd never imagined it could feel good. And if just getting fucked felt so fantastic, how would feeling the mighty titan's seed spurt into him feel? He shivered with anticipation.

Yet new as he was, he wouldn't be able to tolerate this much pleasure for long before it inevitably brought him to his climax. Already, his thrusts were growing erratic, almost feverish, spearing his cock into the Blaziken in quick, rough bucks as he felt that agonizing but wonderful pressure begin to build up in his loins once more. With infinite virility, why hold back anyway? He could cum as many times as he wanted, now.

"Do it, fill him," Solgaleo growled. "And I'll fill you in turn. Milk the seed you deserve out of me," he added with a breathy groan. The first time was always the best, feeling someone fully surrender to him.

It only took Hagane a few minutes before his body obeyed his master's command. With a loud, triumphant growl, he pushed as deep as he could into Guren's ass and let go, panting as he spilled his seed deep into the Blaziken. Even more so than those cum-spurting spasms of his cock, ecstatic as they were, it was knowing that with each orgasmic pulse, he was also clenching down hard around his master's cock, the anticipation of feeling his very essence warmly erupt into him almost_better_ than the orgasm itself.

"Good- rrgh, now pay attention. Here it comes-" Solgaleo growled, those milking clenches pulling him over the edge as well.

He bit the Lucario's shoulder - hard, but not hard enough to puncture his skin - possessively, reminding him of his dominance. Hagane twitched and squirmed, feeling his master's cock swell inside him, even bigger than it already was, breathing shallowly in anticipation. Then, there it was, that beautiful first throb that seemed to surge along his whole length. While the transformation had certainly toughened Hagane, he still felt that in vivid detail, the way Solgaleo's cock, buried balls-deep within him, bucked and jerked once, and then again. On the second throb, the Lucario could swear he felt the titan's seed rush up his shaft, past his tight pucker, and then... bliss. He felt an intoxicating, deep heat blossom inside him. It seemed to radiate throughout his body from somewhere in his stomach, revitalizing and wonderful, once again granting him the smallest sliver of his master's strength with each thick, sticky rope of cum pumped into him.

If that was how it felt, he couldn't wait to try it with Guren as well. No wonder the Blaziken had been so eager to raise his tail.

Dutifully, he pressed himself flush with Solgaleo's groin, letting him finish pumping his seed into him and delighting in each throb of his cock - as well as in the feeling of his strong arms tightening around his chest. It was strange, perhaps, but he felt almost as aroused by the feeling of his firm muscles as he was by his firm cock.

For a few moments, the three remained like that. Guren had reached his climax too, it seemed, slumping limply into the dirt. Certainly, it was revitalizing, but the afterglow of orgasm was still a temporary weakness, enough so to leave all three wordless but for their heavy breathing.

"...there," Solgaleo finally rumbled. "Do you understand the importance of receiving the seed as well, now? And you, Guren, will likewise also give of yours to others. None should be wasted..." he purred.

"Yes, master!" the two disciples exclaimed, as if with one mind and body.

The day wasn't over, of course. So it went; they trained, sparred with absolute focus and intent, only to take a break to occasionally mate as the stimulation of their battle inflamed their lusts so much that it threatened to take focus away from what was important.

From then on, their lives fell into a kind routine, the kind the jungle encouraged. Hard training and sparring every day, followed by exchanging seed with each other in an almost ritualistic, but very pleasurable manner. And then, when relaxing, typically with Hagane pounding his near-permanently hard shaft into Guren's willing ass. How long they'd spent there, neither could remember, but Solgaleo's training was effective, honing the two into perfect weapons, yet also incredibly masculine, erotic forms. Just as the jungle demanded of its inhabitants. Their last memories of living in the rather muted, in comparison, world of Alola all but faded away entirely. After all, it was a closed chapter of their lives, now.

One of those days, the jungle shuddered, as if with excitement. The roots and vines that seemed to reach every part of it quivered and thrashed about with excitement. Someone else deemed worthy had been summoned, and all three of them instantly understood what that meant. All it took was a nod and a grin from Solgaleo for Guren and Hagane to know what he wanted. They'd take over his duty of welcoming newcomers and helping them, well, get more acclimated to this world of wonderful masculinity.

Somewhere in those verdant depths, two males awakened among the lush, verdant plantlife, in the very same clearing that the two missing karate champions had, so long ago. One trainer, and his trusty Pokémon. As always with newcomers, they were confused; this wasn't where they'd fallen asleep, that much was certain, nor did it look like any place they'd ever travelled before. An alternate dimension, perhaps? Maybe it'd contain new and exciting Pokémon to catch and train. There was something menacing and foreboding about it, whether from the musky scent of the air or the sounds of unseen creatures passing somewhere beyond the treeline.

What the trainer remembered was that he'd been searching for Zacian, one of the few legendary Pokémon he'd not yet encountered. With Zamazenta by his side it should've been easy, or at least relatively so. But they'd had to sleep somewhere in the wilderness and now, they were somewhere entirely alien. This couldn't be where Zacian lived, but on the other hand, it did open up a whole new world. It reminded him, if only a little, of Alola. A quick look at his equipment revealed that he still had the rusted sword, the only clue he'd found so far. It'd have to wait a little longer. After all, what kind of trainer would backing down from a challenge make him? He was thankful that he still had it, though. It clearly had a strong connection to Zacian, and if he lost it... he shuddered at the thought.

What they found after a few hours of getting their bearings and making their way through the jungle, of course, wasn't exactly new Pokémon, but two massive, muscular hybrids who'd come to find them, instead. A Lucario and a Blaziken, it seemed, though with some human features - both speaking fluently - and incredibly muscle-bound, like some sort of primal gods of this place. If not gods, then certainly titans, far beyond what mere mortals could ever achieve. The trainer felt a little jealous, and Zamazenta more so. They were clad in loincloths that barely covered - both the trainer and Pokémon looked away with a measure of shyness when they noticed - their massive erections.

"You've been deemed worthy, that's why you're here. The jungle summons all who it deems to belong here," the Blaziken spoke, not even mentioning their evident arousal. Perhaps it was just the natural state of the inhabitants of this place?

"Indeed, welcome to this jungle, our little slice of paradise," the hybrid Lucario continued, his voice deep and commanding, now, and his muzzle parted by a curious, almost suspicious grin of anticipation. Truly, they'd adapted perfectly to this seemingly brutish place, ready to take on anything it could throw at them. Just as the newcomers would be, eventually.