He needs to fly him over to Celedon

As Brock's fingers applied gentle pressure, Ash's head lifted slightly, his gaze locking onto his master's with an unwavering intensity. The Aerodactyl's nostrils flared, drawing in the scent of Brock's skin, a mixture of sweat and ozone that seemed to anchor him to the moment. His tail, still twitching with residual excitement, stilled, its tip hovering just above the stone floor as if poised for action.

The silence between them stretched, a taut, expectant thing that seemed to vibrate with unspoken meaning.

"I need you to take me over to the Celedon Department store I need something every Important for a pokemon of mine it's critically ill and only the department store has what I need for it" Brock said with a sorrow filled voice, as Ash saw this and nuzzled his head into Brock's stomach.

As Ash's head made contact with Brock's stomach, the Aerodactyl's eyes fluttered closed, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the scent of his master's skin, now tinged with the faintest hint of worry. The nuzzle was a gentle, comforting gesture, and Brock's fingers instinctively tightened on Ash's head, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind the Aerodactyl's ear. The motion seemed to calm the air between them, the tension easing as Brock's sadness was met with Ash's instinctive response.

after Brock had calmed down Ash nodded and they exited the Gym just seeing Forest return with his new Charizard back from the Pokemon Center, as Brock jumped onto Ash's back and after he was sure his master was secure, as Ash's wings unfolded, their leathery surface catching the sunlight and sending shadows dancing across the ground, Brock settled into the familiar curve of his back. The Aerodactyl's muscles rippled beneath him, a subtle tensing of the powerful wings and legs as he prepared for flight. Brock's hands instinctively sought the familiar grips on Ash's horns, his fingers closing around the bony protrusions as he leaned forward, his weight shifting to distribute evenly.

With a soft creak of leather and a rush of air, Ash launched into the sky, his wings beating in a slow, powerful rhythm.

The rush of wind whipped through Ash's face, his Aerodactyl senses drinking in the sensation of flight. He banked and turned, the sun glinting off the scales on his wings as he adjusted their course. Brock's grip on his horns tightened, the gentle pressure a reassuring presence as Ash swooped and dived through the air. The buildings of Pewter City dwindled to tiny squares and rectangles below, the streets a latticework of gray and brown. Ash's wings beat in a steady rhythm, the wind ruffling the edges of his scales as he gained altitude.

The air was alive with the scent of ozone and smoke, the distant tang of salt from the ocean.

while flying Ash lost any worry about his new life and it was replaced by pure love and adoration for it.

The wind whistled past Ash's ears as he flew, his wings beating in a steady rhythm. The sensation of flight was exhilarating, and Ash's heart swelled with joy. The Aerodactyl's eyes scanned the landscape below, taking in the details of the world he now called home. The streets of Pewter City were a blur of color, the people and buildings mere specks in his enhanced vision.

Brock's grip on Ash's horns was firm, his body moving in sync with the Aerodactyl's movements. The gym leader's face was set in a determined expression, his eyes focused on their destination.

and just 5 min later they arrived at the Celedon department store as Ash landed in front of the Department store.

Ash's wings settled into stillness, the leathery surface creaking softly as he folded them against his back. The sound echoed through the quiet morning air, punctuated by the distant hum of the city's awakening. As the Aerodactyl's body stilled, Brock released his grip on the horns, his hands sliding down to Ash's neck, where he gave a gentle pat. The motion was a signal, a reassurance that they were at their destination. Ash's ears, small holes on the sides of his skull, swiveled forward, as if attuning to the sounds of the city.

"Wait for me here till I get the medecine" Brock said as he climbed of the back of Ash and petted him one last time before entering the department store.

As Brock's hand withdrew from Ash's neck, the Aerodactyl's ears swiveled back to their neutral position, the small holes on the sides of his skull almost invisible against the rough texture of his scales. The gentle pat still resonated through Ash's body, a soothing echo that lingered as he watched Brock disappear through the automatic doors of the department store. The doors slid shut with a soft whoosh, the sound cutting off Ash's view of the dimly lit interior.

Ash's gaze lingered on the doors, his vertical pupils narrowing slightly as he focused on the subtle movements of the shoppers passing through the entrance.

suddenly he heard a young voice "Wow mommy look there, there is a real Aerodactyl standing there" he turned around and saw a young boy looking at him with stars in his eyes as his mother smiled at him, as Ash decided to give them a Show as he jumped into the air and released an intimidating Roar.

The sound of Ash's roar echoed off the glass façade of the Celadon Department Store, causing the automatic doors to vibrate softly in their frames. The young boy's eyes went wide, his gaze fixed on Ash as he hovered in mid-air, his wings beating in a slow, powerful rhythm. The mother's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes darting towards the store entrance as if seeking reassurance, before returning to her son's awestruck face. The boy took a step forward, his small hand reaching out as if to touch Ash's scales, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mommy, can I pet him? Can I ride him?", Ash had no problem with that as he landed back on the ground and let the little boy on his back as he started petting him Ash actually enjoyed the feeling.

As the little boy's small hands made contact with Ash's scaly skin, a warm sensation spread through the Aerodactyl's body. He closed his eyes, letting out a low, rumbling purr, and tilted his head slightly to the side, allowing the boy to reach more of his neck. The boy's fingers explored Ash's skin, tracing the patterns of his scales, and the Aerodactyl's tail twitched lazily back and forth, a sign of his contentment.

The mother watched the scene unfold, a gentle smile on her face, and took a seat on a nearby bench, keeping a watchful eye on her son as he stroked Ash's neck.

Ash then picked up the boy on the collar of his jacket and then laid down on his back and started playing with him.

As Ash's body made contact with the ground, the sound of his scales scraping against the pavement echoed through the air, a low, rasping noise that seemed to vibrate through the soles of the mother's shoes. The boy's laughter rang out, a high-pitched, infectious sound that drew a smile from passersby. The Aerodactyl's tail swished back and forth, thumping gently against the ground as he settled into a prone position, sitting on his stomach and started petting his stomach, wings, snout and tongue and Ash was enjoying every bit of it.

The mother watched the scene unfold, her gentle smile never wavering as she took in the sight of her son's pure joy. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, snapping a few pictures of the moment, capturing the memory forever.

As Ash continued to play with the boy, a small crowd began to gather, drawn in by the sound of laughter and the sight of an Aerodactyl in their midst. The people kept a respectful distance, watching with wide eyes as the boy giggled and squirmed in Ash's grasp Ash then picked him up again by the collar and stood up before Putting the boy onto his back again and took into the air and unleashed another thundorus roar as the whole crowd took pictures of this as well I mean when is the time you get to see such a gentle Aerodactyl up and Close.

As Ash soared through the air with the boy on his back, the crowd erupted into a flurry of camera clicks and gasps of wonder. The sound of Ash's roar still echoed through the air, leaving a tingling sensation in the onlookers' ears. The boy's laughter was infectious, and soon the crowd was smiling and cheering, urging Ash to perform more aerial stunts. Ash, basking in the attention, obliged by tilting his wings and diving downwards, the wind rushing past the boy's face, who squealed with delight. The crowd gasped in unison as Ash pulled up at the last moment, his wings beating powerfully to arrest their descent.

Ash then decided to show them a real show but for this had to sadly put down the boy who whined as Ash took back into the sky and then combined Iron head, Head Smash, Flare Blitz and Sky attack into one attack as he was surrounded By Flames that had four rotation Colorations Red, Silver, Blue and Brown as he flew around the city everyone of on the streets took pictures of him as he basked in the attention.

As Ash soared through the sky, the flames that engulfed him danced and swirled, casting a mesmerizing glow over the city streets. The crowd gasped in amazement, their eyes fixed on the spectacle as Ash's wings beat fiercely, propelling him higher and higher. The flames crackled and popped, releasing tiny sparks that twinkled like diamonds against the afternoon sun. The air was filled with the sweet scent of burning fuel, a heady aroma that left the onlookers breathless.

The rotation of the flames created a hypnotic whirlpool effect, drawing in the crowd's attention like a siren's call.

As he then performed a Drop down from the highest point before stoping just over the crowd, before turning another round around the city before landing back in the middle of the crowd as the flames disapated into beautiful shimmering stars as the Crowd applauded.

As the applause washed over him, Ash stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, his scales glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The shimmering stars that had been the flames danced across his skin, leaving behind a trail of glittering sparks that slowly fizzled out, like fireflies on a summer evening. The crowd's cheers and whistles grew louder, a deafening roar that Ash lapped up like a thirsty creature, his ears ringing with pleasure. He raised his head, his eyes shining with triumph, and let out a mighty roar, as if to say, "I am the master of this realm, and you are my adoring subjects!"

"I guess someone is enjoying themself while I was away" everyone's eyes turned to the voice and standing there were Brock and Erika with Brock holding a Medecine in his hands, Ash blushed in embaressment.

As Brock's voice cut through the air, Ash's eyes darted towards him, his face flushing a deep shade of crimson. The crowd, still basking in the afterglow of Ash's aerial display, began to murmur and nod in agreement, their faces filled with knowing smiles. Brock's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze lingering on Ash's embarrassed expression. Erika, standing beside him, chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She tilted her head, her long, flowing hair swaying gently, as she watched the exchange between Brock and Ash.

"As long as we are in a city and I don't need you, you can whatever you want as long as you stop with it the moment I returned" Brock said as Ash smiled before giving him a big wet lick, on the face.

Brock's eyes widened in surprise as Ash's sloppy lick left a trail of drool on his cheek, but he couldn't help but laugh at the Aerodactyl's childish behavior. Erika chuckled beside him, her eyes shining with amusement as she watched the exchange. The crowd, still buzzing from Ash's earlier display, began to disperse, murmuring words of wonder and admiration as they walked away. Ash, pleased with himself, nuzzled Brock's chest, his tail swishing back and forth with excitement. Brock smiled, wiping the drool from his cheek with the back of his hand "Ok we have to return home now, thanks for getting the medecine ready this fast Erika, my pokemon needs it" Brock said as he jumped on Ash's back who prepared to take.

"No problem Brock I love helping fellow gym Leaders and this was the least I could do, after you told me about your pokemon's dire state, just take care of it" Erika said as Brock nodded as he petted Ash's neck.

As Erika's words trailed off, Brock gave Ash's neck a gentle squeeze, and Ash responded by nuzzling his hand, the soft leathery skin of his snout a gentle caress against Brock's palm. The sound of the crowd's murmurs and footsteps faded into the distance as they dispersed, leaving the three of them in a small patch of relative quiet. Erika smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and nodded once more before turning to make her way back into the department store, the sliding glass doors whispering shut behind her. Brock watched her go for a moment, his hand still stroking Ash's neck, before turning his attention back to the Aerodactyl "lets head home my friend" Brock said as Ash nodded and took of back into the air as the pedestrians watched them fly away smiling as they had just seen one of their biggest specticals of their life.

As Ash soared into the sky, the wind rushing past Brock's face, he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. The sickness that had been plaguing his Pokémon would soon be a thing of the past, thanks to Erika's quick help and the medicine she had provided. He opened his eyes to gaze at the breathtaking view of the city below, the sun casting a warm orange glow over the rooftops as it began its slow descent towards the horizon.

Ash banked and turned, adjusting his course to take them back to Pewter City, and Brock felt a slight jolt as the Aerodactyl's wings changed angle meanwhile, Brock thought of something that he had been thinking about in the Department store, he then said "Ash" the Aerodactyl turned his head to the side "how about we give you a new name so it doesn't rise suspition and it's more fitting for your body", Ash thought about it for a second before nodding as Brock smiled before thinking of a fitting name for an Aerodactyl.

As Brock's smile lingered, his eyes sparkled with creative energy, and his mind began to weave through a tapestry of names that would suit the magnificent Aerodactyl beside him. The wind rushed past his face, whipping his hair into a frenzy as Ash banked and turned, but Brock's focus remained fixed on finding the perfect moniker. He thought of "Aero," but it seemed too simple, too bland for a creature of such majesty. He considered "Dactylus," but it felt too formal, too rigid for the Aerodactyl's fluid, almost ethereal movements.

His eyes scrunched up in concentration, Brock's brow furrowed as he mentally sifted through a multitude of names, searching for the one that would perfectly encapsulate the essence of the Aerodactyl under him. The wind whipping through his hair, Ash banked and turned once more, the sun casting a warm glow on Brock's face as he rode the currents of air. A small, thoughtful smile played on Brock's lips as he pondered, his eyes gazing out at the horizon, where the blue sky met the terracotta-tiled rooftops of Pewter City.

As the Aerodactyl's wings beat steadily, the rhythmic motion seemed to stir Brock's thoughts, and a faint spark of inspiration began to kindle in his mind. His eyes, still gazing out at the horizon, narrowed slightly as he turned the spark into a small flame, carefully nurturing it as he weighed the pros and cons of each name that came to mind. The wind whipped his hair into a frenzy, but his brow remained furrowed, his concentration unwavering as he delved deeper into the depths of his imagination.