Author's note: I don't own Pokemon, all characters copyright Nintendo. Contains: HumanxPokemon, M/M Gay sex, bathtubs the size of pools, drama, unneeded (as of yet) backstory, drama, and more. Don't read if you're underage, don't like Garchomp, or any of the things I wrote in the previous sentence.


Gin was a Garchomp. But not just any Garchomp, you see. Gin was the shortest of them all. Whereas other Garchomp grew big and tall, Gin remained around a height that was half-way between Gabite and Garchomp. "Five-foot-six," he would say, almost proudly, as if the only thing in his life that he achieved was being the shortest of his kind. Which it was. No trainer wanted a gimped Garchomp to compete against other, more powerful, taller, Garchomp. So it was no big surprise when all the other Garchomp were out fighting competitively, Gin was left alone. Things hadn't always been this way, but that's the way things were now, and Gin was content with that.

Before he had evolved into a sickening specimen (in his eyes) of a Garchomp, he had a trainer, a family, a home. Often his trainer would take him out battling or even on a walk in the park. But the moment he evolved, his trainer broke Gin's heart by abandoning him. His trainer sent him to a Daycare for adoption. The Daycare he stayed at tried their best to give away Gin, which stepped on the pieces of his broken heart, but none would take him; they simply used the Daycare as some sort of bizarre egg factory.

That's where I come in. The clerk of the store greets me warmly, even though I can tell it's a rehearsed speech. I see his wife in the background, cutting up some plants to mix into food, and even further back I see him, Gin. Somehow grasping the broom with no hands, he was awkwardly sweeping the floor, eyes downcast. Naturally, my curiosity took control of me.

"Who's the Garchomp's trainer?" I asked, trying to act casual, hoping the old man wouldn't wonder why I was prying.

"Oh, Gin?" He seemed surprised about my question. The Garchomp in the background looked up as he heard his name called. The old man looked back at him for a moment before returning to me and saying, "He's been here for what seems like forever. One day his kid just up and left him, telling me to find someone to adopt him and to be honest, who could blame him? He's practically a foot shorter than the rest of the Garchomp."

I felt sickened to hear such a story, mostly at the kid for leaving his pal, but more so at the elderly Daycare owner for repeating the story as if it was something to be gossiped about. Hardly able to look the old man in the eyes, I instead opted to call out to the Garchomp.

"Hey! Gin, was it?" My voice echoed against the Daycare's walls. The Garchomp in the background looked up once more. "Come o'er here!" I yelled, motioning to him. The Pokémon seemed almost scared to walk towards the counter, and with such a dastardly elder I didn't blame him. He managed to reach the counter-top, nervously looking at me. "Go on," I said, "Hop over and lemme get a good look at you..."

He put one talon on the counter and vaulted over with surprising dexterity. With a quiet "clop" he landed, and I got my first up close look at him. I walked around him in circles, measuring in my mind the details of his body. Personally, I enjoyed his shorter stature, he was around eye-level with me, I'd guess at about five-foot-six.

"I'll take 'im." Both the Garchomp and Daycare owner seemed surprised at my sudden decision. The old man withdrew some dusty paper work, made me sign a few names and gave me a Pokéball, and I became the owner of Gin. I then took care of my business, trading over my two faithful Pokémon to the Daycare owner to look after for a while. It seems like I would have my work cut out for me taking care of Gin. He seemed slightly confused at my choice to adopt, and I had to lead him, hand-in-claw, out of the Daycare.

Once outside, however, he lifted me up into a bear hug with shocking strength. Nervously I gave him a few pats on the back, and he quickly realized what he was doing, putting me down gently, and looked away blushing. It was almost creepy how divinely he followed me, as if following in the footsteps of a famous trainer. His shadow was always in the corner of my eye, stalking behind me, always waiting.

Hopefully he would grow out of this behavior, I thought, but in the back of my mind I was flattered, and hoped he never stopped. Of course, one day I learned the true reason why he'd follow me so closely.

There was a tournament occurring in Goldenrod and I decided to go as a spectator, just to scout out the competition. I knew if my Garchomp was to compete in the fights he would need all the extra training he could get to nullify his height-based weakness. Unsurprisingly, all the top trainers used a Garchomp in their team, only they were much taller than my own. The tallest one was owned by a black haired trainer named Gaston. It was hard to tell from the stands, but once projected onto the Jumbotron, it was easy to see his left hand was missing a few fingers. Rumor said that he lost them training his vicious Garchomp, Garl.

There were five other trainers in the Top Six with Garchomp: Garlond, a sadistic and deviant Gentleman. If humans could learn moves, I'm sure he would have been born with Nasty Plot. Next came Rancher Gunn, both him and his Garchomp loved to hit fast and hard, sweeping the competition if they got a Swords Dance in. Number three was Roughneck Grig. While he was slow in the head, when he gave his Garchomp orders, it always followed through, and hit with deadly accuracy and power. In the number four slot was Super-geek Gex. Allegedly he spent most of his training time on the net, searching for the most efficient ways. While his lollygagging online may have cost him the number one slot, his Garchomp was more than a match for the rest of the tournament's competition.

Finally, the last person owning a Garchomp was my old childhood friend Glen. Over time we had drifted apart, with me giving loving encouragement to my Pokémon while he gave his own type of rude encouraging statements. Needless to say, I was the one who finally ended our friendship, and I doubt I need to say why.

Still, I don't believe Glen ever got the reason, and so he tried to be friendly with me every once in a while, even though I couldn't even look at him in the eye. I doubted he trained his Garchomp any better than the rest of his team, but his method definitely had some sort of an effect to get as far as the Top Six.

Gin fidgeted in his seat when he saw his competition, six fearsome Garchomp, all more than a foot taller than him. He hunched over in his seat, hoping to avoid drawing their attention, which I knew was impossible from our far viewpoint. The matches began, and we watched with interest, Pokémon after Pokémon being knocked out by those in the Top Six. The crowd went home disappointed, hoping to see some of the trainers win against the reigning champions, but they were champions for a reason. You don't get that good accidentally, after all.

We were a bit depressed; I was hoping to get some valuable data on our competitors, but it instead seemed like they battled deliberately using only half their moves, which was all that they needed. My work in the stands done, I motioned for Gin to follow me downstairs, to where I hoped to get a closer look at the fighting ring.

My hopes were soon dashed as I saw Gaston blocking the Western Entrance, the one closest to our seats. Around him was a crowd of women, fawning over him and his Garchomp. He spotted Gin the moment we rounded the corner. Somehow he waded through the sea of bodies towards us. His black eyes seemed to reflect the devil himself as he glared at Gin and I.

Gaston's Garchomp snarled at Gin, who attempted to cower behind me. "I hope you aren't planning on trying to win with such a pathetic small Garchomp," Gaston said to me, lips curling into a disgusted snarl. He spat on the ground at my feet, his own Garchomp mirroring him, and walked back towards the mob of people, waving at them with his gimped hand.

"Let's go Gin," I said sharply, grabbing the Garchomp by his talon and pulling him towards the exit, not that I needed to, he was trying to hide his face in my back. I smashed the glass door open, nearly shattering it with my rage. "Who does that punk think he is…" I grumbled under my breath. Once we were an ample distance from the stadium, I stopped walking abruptly. Spinning on my heels, I turned to Gin.

"I've got a week to make you the best Pokémon in this stadium. I hope your body is ready." He gulped for a moment, before giving a hearty salute to me. Satisfied with his answer, we continued back to my house. I was going to need some special items for this.

I unlocked the door to the house and Gin flopped onto the sofa, exhausted from the day's events. I pulled him off the couch, and hoisted him over my shoulder. "Sorry buddy, but you have to take a bath first…" I grumbled through clenched teeth, his weight nearly too much for me to lift. Gin struggled for a moment, before allowing me to take him to the bathroom. As standard in most homes in the area, our bathtub was oversized for larger Pokémon, like Gin. It was about as wide as a small plastic kiddie pool, and three feet deep. I hefted him to the edge; the tub was already filled with steaming hot water. With a splash, he fell in, dragging me under.

Coughing water out of my mouth, I glared at him for a moment. Gin only looked back sheepishly. My clothes were completely soaked and although I didn't have any electronics such as a Pokédex or Pokénav on me, I was a bit peeved. I hung my sopping clothing on the shower-rod to dry, stripping down to just my boxers, which were glued down to my thighs with the water.

Gin sat in the corner, facing the wall. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but something I did must have caused him to remember his previous trainer. I waded over to him, putting my hand on his scaled shoulder.

"Come on buddy… you're not gonna get clean over here…" I gently said to him, trying to lightly shake him out of his misery. He looked back at me with his golden eyes, teary. "I-I…" I didn't know how to consul him. With my other Pokémon, I'd give them a hug and kiss on the nose, yet I doubted that Gin had opened up to me that much yet. I stroked his back absentmindedly, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers.

"Shhh…" I whispered to the side of his head where ears would be lightly brushing my lips against the horns of his head. Gin perked up a little at the whisper and touch. My hand continued to rub against the tough spots in his back, most of them where his dorsal-fin connected to his body. His tail swirled the water around as I massaged him, and finally his tears dissipated, and he began to smile toothily. "Feeling better?" I murmured to him and he nodded in reply.

"Good… let's get you cleaned up and you can take a nice nap, I'm gonna find someplace we can train afterwards."

He had an indescribable expression on his face. Somehow I knew he was gonna be non-compliant, and I clasped my hands around his chest from behind, lifting him up right before he struggled to grab hold of anything. The water splashed around wildly with his kicking and squirming, but I managed to keep a grip on him, pulling him from the corner of the pool-like bathtub to the middle. I released one hand, reaching out to where we were talking just a moment ago.

The water was cloudy white, as if someone had dumped some sort of powder in it. My eyes followed a wispy tendril of the smoke-like liquid, leading to Gin. I forced my hand to slide down his scaly chest, and approach his groin.

"G-gar!" he said indignantly, one of the few times he spoke out, but I ignored his protest. I reached outwards, grabbing a fleshy protuberance where there should only be water. Gin gasped out, either from embarrassment or pleasure. The meaty thing throbbed in my hand; I didn't have to be a Pokémon breeder to know what it was.

"Gin… I'm your trainer…" I said, trying to be comforting, even though I felt like I wasn't. "You can come to me no matter what…" I got the feeling that Gin wasn't paying attention. His face had a mixture of horror and relief on it, and he gently thrusted against my hand.

"C-choh…" he moaned as he slid his meat against my fingers and palm. He turned against me now, and I got my actual first look at the member. It was about as red as his chest, and slipped out of a slit right below the "v" of his yellow belly. Gin made short quick thrusts against my palm, pushing my hand closer to my chest, along with his cock.

I felt disgusted at myself for allowing him to continue, as well as feeling slightly aroused. The lukewarm water around us had begun to lower as well, the plug coming undone at some point. Gin's thrusts placed him nearly on top of me, and the tip of his cock began to prod against my stomach.

"G-gin… stop…" I tried to command him, but he couldn't hear me over his lust. The water was almost completely drained now, only a few inches remained, and I was completely on my back at his mercy. My semi-erect member stood out like a sore thumb against my wet boxers, and it was taking all my strength to keep the thrusting dick from coming any closer to my face. "Gin!" I yelled this time, my voice echoing throughout the bathroom. He snapped out of his spell, the yellow star on his nose turning orange from what I hoped to be embarrassment.

"Get off of me." I ordered firmly, and he shyly replied, hobbling backwards and letting his cock slide out of my hand. "Good. Now are you going to take care of that?" My question was directed at his bouncing cock, still oozing drops of pre. He reached down with his claws, and tried to awkwardly stroke it. Gin began to make small whimpering noises, most unbefitting of a Garchomp. I simply shook my head, cursing myself inwardly for what I was about to do.

My hand tentatively reached out and brushed against his member once more. It seemed warmer than the first time, be it because we were both soaked in rapidly cooling water, or he was more aroused than ever. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, collecting a dollop of pre to apply liberally to his shaft. His cock was smooth, like the rest of his body, the exception being a ribbed area of harder flesh that trailed down the tip to connect at the top of his shaft.

I began to stroke, watching Gin with interest. It was the first time I had done something like this with a Pokémon, and I was kind of intrigued at his reaction. At first his shoulders rolled down, but as my ministrations got quicker, he began to moan the very first syllable of his name in heated breaths.

"Gah… Gah…" My own cock perked up at the sound, pressing against its soaked fabric prison. I moved my hand faster and faster of his member, but still he wouldn't reach his peak. Gin scooted forward, and I understood what he needed, I just didn't think I had the will to do it. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, trying to beg him to understand. His were closed. He had a pained expression on his face, like someone experiencing a torture. Hell, being this close to orgasm must have been torture.

I leaned forward, opening my mouth bit by bit, breathing hot moist air onto his cock. It spurted a jet of pre onto my lip which I licked up, just to taste it. It had a sweet taste, but left my mouth feeling dry. I opened wider, taking just the top of his dick past my jaw and closing down on it. I suckled the tip-top of the cock, lapping of more of his sweet and dry pre-cum. I steeled myself and sank a bit lower onto his cock, the tip of it bumping against the back of my throat.

Gin's moans got louder now, and I felt more of his gooey pre ooze down my throat. I bobbed my head around his cock, hoping to speed up his orgasm. My own boxer shorts were unbearably tight and I wanted to get this over with so I could masturbate in peace. The Garchomp's talons prodded against my shoulders, and he pushed into my mouth as he came; the thick gooey ejaculate spraying right down my throat. I coughed and pulled away as the cock continued to spurt, sticky strings painting my face white with his cum.

I couldn't care less. My hands were already down in my pants, gripping my harder-than-diamond member. I gave it a few pumps, through the fabric before tearing off the boxers, and exposing my cock to the Garchomp who looked at it with interest. I paid no attention, and began to jack furiously, only to be denied by my Pokémon. His clawed arms pinned my hands away from my cock and he bent over, taking my member into his maw. It was hotter than anything I've ever stuck my dick into, which wasn't much to say the least, but I felt like nothing could compare to the feeling I had as the Pokémon, my Pokémon suckled at my cock. His claws released me, and I stroked his turbine-like horns in pleasure.

Gin seemed to like the feeling as well, and he bobbed faster on my cock, hurtling me towards my orgasm at a frightening pace. "G-gin…" I moaned out for a brief second, before groaning as my orgasm hit me. Gooey cum sputtered into the confused Garchomp's mouth, who swallowed it without any inhibitions. He looked up at me from between my legs, a small spurt of semen resting on the tip of his yellow nose. I reached out and licked it up, tasting for differences between our cum. I wasn't able to do so for long, as Gin leapt forward and began to lick his semen off of my face.

It didn't take a moment for me to take advantage, and press my lips against his own maw, slipping my tongue into his mouth and wrapping it around his own. We kissed for what seemed like hours, even though it was only seconds. I eyed the clock.

"Looks like we still have time for a bath, huh Gin?"

It wasn't until midnight that what I did with Gin finally hit me fully. The Pokéball he rested in lightly shook on the table as my glance passed over it; a trick of the light? My thoughts raced through my mind; what if the neighbors heard something? It was illegal to have sex with Pokémon after all, and Gin wasn't exactly quiet…

His Pokéball rolled off the nightstand with a dull clunk; the frank noise snapping me out of my thoughts. I pushed the blankets off my nude body and picked it up. I peeked at the Garchomp inside through the transparent metal. I couldn't tell if he was awake or not, but he definitely was having some sort of bad experience in there. Pushing myself off the mattress and grabbing a pair of shorts, I released the Pokémon onto my bed.

He was sleeping, so it was probably a nightmare that was causing such an ugly expression on his face. I sat on the side of the bed, placing a hand on his side. How I was going to make him a champion, I did not know, but deep down I felt like he shared my goal. Perhaps he wanted to be the best he could to prove that height wasn't everything, or maybe just to spite his former trainer. Could he even want to be the best to make me happy?

I grabbed an Advil; my head was killing me with all of its ideas. Gin had calmed down and I briefly entertained the idea of sending him back to his Pokéball, but when he tried to grasp at my hand with his claw I lost any motivation of doing that. Dodging his tail, I slipped back into bed, with a hand over his side, snuggling up to his back. The pill did its work and soon my mind was clear of any troubling thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.