Garchomp

while Ash was looking over the suits he stumbled upon one which triggered, memories of Dreams he had been having over the last years, and that was of being Cynthia's strongest pokemon a Garchomp, while being her other Garchomp's Mate.

As Ash's eyes landed on the Garchomp costume, a shiver ran down his spine it was a shiny one but it had a lot of differences to a normal shiny, it had Pitch black scales instead of Violet and Light Blue Scales instead of Red. The suit was incredibly detailed, with scales that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the store. The costume's texture appeared almost lifelike, as if the fabric had been infused with a subtle, scaly roughness. Ash's heart quickened as he reached out a trembling hand to touch the suit, his mind flooding with memories of his vivid dreams. In those dreams, he had been Cynthia's strongest Pokémon, a Garchomp of unyielding ferocity and unwavering loyalty.

As his fingers made contact with the Garchomp costume, Ash felt a sudden rush of electricity course through his body, as if the fabric was transmitting a spark of the dreams he had experienced. His eyes glazed over, and he was instantly transported back to the battle-scarred landscapes of his subconscious, where he had fought alongside Cynthia as her trusted Garchomp. The sounds of the store – the soft hum of the fluorescent lights, the creaking of the shelves – grew distant and muffled, replaced by the thunder of his own heartbeat and the sound of his own ragged breathing. Ash's hand tightened around the costume, as if he was grasping for a lifeline to the world of his dreams.

As the visions of his subconscious intensified, Ash's grip on the Garchomp costume tightened, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug deep into the fabric. The world around him began to blur and distort, the shelves and costumes melting into a swirling vortex of color and sound. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with an electric charge that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Ash's breathing quickened, his chest heaving as his heart pounded in his ears.

The world around Ash seemed to fade away as he became lost in the vivid memories of his dreams. He could feel the rough texture of the Garchomp costume against his skin, and he could almost hear the roar of the crowd as he and Cynthia emerged victorious from battle after battle. The ground beneath him trembled as he charged forward, his powerful jaws snapping shut around the enemy Pokémon.

The ground beneath him trembled as he charged forward, his powerful jaws snapping shut around the enemy Pokémon. He could feel the heat of the flames that danced around him, and the wind that whipped through his spines as he soared through the sky. Ash's heart raced as he lived out the memories of his dreams, his senses heightened as he fought alongside Cynthia.

Suddenly, the sound of the store's bell jingled, snapping Ash back to reality. He blinked, his eyes refocusing on the rows of shelves and the costume in his hands.

without a second thought he bought the suit and then took the next Plain towards Sinnoh.

As he boarded the plane, Ash couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. He clutched the bag containing the Garchomp costume tightly in his hand, his mind still reeling from the vivid memories that had flooded his senses when he touched the suit. The soft hum of the plane's engines and the murmur of the other passengers seemed to fade into the background as he found his seat and stowed the bag in the overhead compartment. Ash's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the armrest as he waited for the plane to take off, his eyes fixed on the window as the ground crew scurried around the plane.

As the plane lifted off the ground and soared into the sky, Ash's eyes glazed over, his mind drifting back to the vivid world of his dreams. The hum of the engines and the gentle rocking motion of the plane's ascent lulled him into a state of relaxation, and before he knew it, he was once again donning the mantle of Cynthia's Garchomp, his powerful jaws snapping shut around the neck of a snarling Tyranitar. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, and Ash's fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles white as he relived the thrill of the battle and of Course he won he was the strongest pokemon in all of Sinnoh, the more he saw these Dreams the less he liked his human body wanting to be the beautiful Garchomp of his dreams.

As the Tyranitar fell to the ground, defeated, as Ash stood there Proudly Letting out a Massive roar that shook the whole stadium, as his trainer came over and petted him under his muzzle saying "Great job like always Garchomp, bask in the glory you deserve" Ash melted into the touch of his trainer while basking in the Cheering of the crowd.

As Cynthia's hand scratched behind his ears, Ash felt a surge of affection and loyalty towards her, his tail twitching with excitement. The cheering of the crowd grew louder, a deafening roar that threatened to overwhelm him, but he stood tall, basking in the adoration. The sensation of Cynthia's touch sent shivers down his spine, and he leaned into her hand, his eyes closing in bliss. The warmth of the sun on his scales, the smell of the stadium's grass, and the sound of the crowd's applause all blended together to create a sense of perfect contentment.

As Cynthia's hand continued to scratch behind his ears, Ash's eyes remained closed, savoring the sensation. He felt his scales relax, his muscles releasing the tension of the battle. The crowd's cheering began to take on a gentle, soothing quality, like a distant melody that only added to his tranquility. He leaned further into Cynthia's touch, his head tilting slightly to one side, and a low rumble of contentment vibrated through his throat. Cynthia's fingers moved in slow, gentle strokes, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He was meant to be a Garchomp and after today he was always going to be a Garchomp.

As he basked in the warmth of the moment, Ash's eyes slowly began to flutter open, his vision blurry at first, but gradually focusing on the sight of the plane's ceiling. The gentle hum of the engines and the soft murmur of the other passengers slowly seeped back into his consciousness, a jarring contrast to the roaring stadium and Cynthia's soothing touch. His head felt heavy, as if it were still tilted to one side, and his neck muscles felt relaxed, as if he had been leaning into Cynthia's hand for hours. Ash's gaze drifted down, his eyes scanning the familiar interior of the plane, and his mind struggled to reconcile the vivid dream with the mundane reality.

As Ash's gaze wandered, his eyes landed on the seatbelt sign above the seats, its steady glow a harsh reminder of his physical confinement. He felt a pang of disappointment, his mind still lingering in the world of his dreams, where he soared through the skies and basked in Cynthia's praise. His fingers, still tense from the vivid memory of battling as a Garchomp, slowly relaxed, releasing their grip on the armrest. The soft whoosh of the plane's air vents and the muted conversations of the other passengers created a sense of disconnection, a jarring contrast to the rush of adrenaline and the roar of the crowd.

just an hour later they finally landed at the Hearthome city Airport, and Ash already saw Cynthia waiting for him, as he had called her and told her his plan, and although at first she was shocked about this she agreed to Ash becoming her pokemon.

As the plane taxied to the gate, Ash's eyes remained fixed on Cynthia's figure, her long brown hair and bright smile a warm contrast to the sterile airport surroundings. He felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness as he gathered his belongings and made his way to the exit. The bright Sinnoh sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated the lush greenery of the airport's landscaping, a vibrant greeting to the region he was about to call home.

As Ash disembarked the plane, the warm air enveloped him, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant tang of salt from the ocean.

After he met up with Cynthia, they with bag in hand went to her car and drove of to her home in Celestic town, on the way she asked him again if he was sure about this and answered yes without a second of thought, having given up on his humanity on the plain, just waiting to put the suit on.

As the car's tires hummed on the winding road, Cynthia shot Ash a concerned glance, her eyes narrowing slightly as she searched for any hint of doubt on his face. Ash, however, met her gaze with an unwavering determination, his jaw set in a firm line. The soft purr of the engine and the gentle whoosh of the air conditioning created a soothing melody, but Cynthia's expression remained skeptical, her voice laced with a hint of caution as she asked, "Ash, are you certain this is what you want? Once we do this, there's no going back."

As Ash's fingers stroked the suit's snout, a sense of calm washed over him, as if the familiarity of the gesture had somehow bridged the gap between his dreams and reality. The soft, synthetic material yielded to his touch, and he could almost imagine the rough texture of Garchomp's scales beneath his fingertips. "I've been dreaming of this," he repeated, his voice low and even, as if the certainty in his words could dispel any lingering doubts. Cynthia's gaze never wavered, her eyes searching his face for any flicker of hesitation, but Ash's expression remained resolute, his jaw set in a determined line.

as they arrived at her mansion she said "if this is what you want, I won't keep you from it, but I expect only the best from you my beautiful Garchomp" as she ran a hand threw ash's hair who leaned into it.

As her fingers wove through his hair, Ash's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a contented sigh, the gentle touch sending a shiver down his spine. The strands of his hair slipped through her fingers like silk, and he felt a sense of surrender wash over him, as if the simple gesture had awakened a deep-seated longing to be cared for. Cynthia's hand stilled, her fingers paused in their gentle caress, and Ash could sense her gaze on him, searching for any sign of hesitation. The air was heavy with anticipation, the only sound the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant chirping of Pokémon in the surrounding gardens".

As they entered the Mansion Ash saw his future home and smiled it was absolutly beautiful like his trainer, and as they walked further Ash saw his future team mates all living in their own room, dedicated to them, before arriving at the room of her Garchomp were she said " here is your new room with your mate already waiting for you so don't dissapoint me when I come back I want to see two happy Garchomps.

As Cynthia's words faded away, Ash's gaze drifted toward the room, his heart beating with excitement. The door, adorned with a small plaque that read "Garchomp's Paradise," swung open, revealing a spacious area with high ceilings and large windows that let in a flood of natural light. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of plush carpet that felt like a cloud beneath his feet. The air was filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, and the soft hum of a water fountain provided a calming background noise. In the center of the room, a large, comfortably cushioned bed dominated the space, with two Garchomp-sized heads pillows at the top.

on the bed layid his beautiful future mate and she was even more beautiful then he remembered.

As Ash's gaze locked onto his future mate, he felt a rush of excitement course through his veins, his heart skipping a beat as he took in the majestic sight. Her scales glistened in the soft light, radiating a warm, golden glow that seemed almost ethereal. The delicate curves of her face, the strong lines of her body, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, all captivated him, drawing him in with an otherworldly allure. A soft, rumbling growl emanated from her throat, a low, husky sound that vibrated through the air, and Ash's eyes widened as he felt an answering rumble deep within his own chest.

Ash then went to his job as he took out the Garchomp suit out of his bag and looked at it while smiling at his future life, the scales shining even more beautiful then he remembered.

As he gazed at the suit, his fingers instinctively reached out to touch the scales, and his smile deepened, the corners of his mouth curving upwards in a gentle, almost reverent arc. The soft rustle of the fabric as he handled it seemed to carry the promise of transformation, and his heart quickened with anticipation. With a sense of ritual, Ash carefully stepped into the suit, the cool, synthetic material enveloping his legs as he slid them into the Garchomp's powerful hind limbs. Next he put his arms and hands into the suit, before using the suit's Claw to pull the headpiece over his head as everything went black.

as the transformation begun with his midsection, as his torso, chest and stomach lost a bid of width as his legs moved from beneath his waist to next to his waist as the fused with his back, the tail fused with his tailbone, as his Organs and bonestructure changed and rearange to that of a Garchomp, next his legs lost a bid of lenght as his upperlegs gained in musclemass, as 2 spikes bore themselves into the upper halve of his upperlegs, as his heels rose a bit forcing him on the front part of his feet, then his toes fused into three before transforming into razor sharp claws.

As the transformation progressed, Ash's vision began to blur, his senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through his body. The feeling of his torso narrowing and his legs fusing with his back was like a gentle yet unyielding pressure, as if his very bones were being reshaped from within. The air seemed to vibrate with a low humming noise, like the quiet buzzing of a thousand bees, as his organs and bone structure rearranged themselves to conform to the Garchomp's physiology. Ash's mind felt detached, observing the changes with a mixture of awe and trepidation, as his body began to take on the sleek, powerful lines of the dragon-like Pokémon.

next his Arms lost width as another 2 spikes bore into his skin and the armfins atached themselves to his body as his hands fingers fused together before forming a razor sharp claw as only his head and neck were left before he could enjoy his life as a Garchomp.

As the final remnants of his human form dissolved, Ash's head and neck began to stretch, elongating into the Garchomp's characteristic draconic shape shape. His facial features melted away, replaced by the Pokémon's distinctive mug, complete with a short, blunt snout and piercing eyes that seemed to gleam with an inner fire. The skin on his neck tightened, a searing sensation coursed through his skull as his ears transformed, shrinking and morphing into the into garchomp's side horns, as his forhead expanded till it was at the same length as his muzzle and with those last changes done the suit fused with the body making Ash the black Garchomp of his dreams.

As the transformation completed, Ash felt a sudden surge of exhilaration, as if the very essence of the Garchomp had burst forth from the suit, now fully integrated with his being. His new draconic body trembled slightly, adjusting to its own weight and muscle structure, as he stood on four powerful legs, the sharp claws digging gently into the ground. The air was filled with the sweet scent of his own scales, glistening in the soft light of the room, and he could feel the thrum of his own heartbeat, a deep, resonant drumbeat that seemed to vibrate through every cell of his body.