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"Grrrrnnnnnrrraaaaa..."

"Oh, stop it, you cement mixer. I'm almost done." Thomas chuckled warmly, his hands deftly weaving red and yellow silk streamers about her body in the facsimile of a dress. Unaki, in an act that had nearly driven her to a full day of sulking, had torn right through a gorgeous custom dress her human had bought just for her.

Dreams of dancing in a whirlpool of glittering fabric tortured the Garchomp, as her rough skin ability had shredded cleanly the fabric of her dress, turning its gorgeous silk into drifting trash. Unaki's fangs had bitten so hard to hide her frustration, blood sleeping from a cut tongue, that Thomas had rushed to her side. So quick, in fact, that he'd scraped the skin off his palms cupping her muzzle.

It had only served to darken her mood further, the foolish, fragile man...

She loved him so dearly.

Stupid... Dumb... Idiot... With bleeding hands...

Even now they were bandaged tightly, his repeated reassurance that the damage wasn't her fault doing little to assuage the ache in her heart. However... With each tight knot and passing weave of the long silk streamers... Unaki couldn't help but feel a bit better.

A bit prettier.

Thankfully, Thomas was behind her, straddling her tail, so he couldn't see her blush. Such a thing was a sign of weakness, of a lack of control in the eyes of the retired warrior. Control was paramount, be it of the battlefield, her opponents, or her fluttering heart. All were of equal importance.

"And now for your big fat tail!"

"Graw!"

"Joking, love! Joooking." Soothing hands moved down the growling Garchomp's powerfully thick tail, weaving and twisting and tying her precious silk sashes as they went. "Gorgeous. You look absolutely gorgeous, my desert gem."

Damn him... Damn him and his cruel ability to snatch away her anger with words sweeter than nectar. If control was her goal, Thomas had left with the net. Finally, with one last tug, her human had finished his work. Not that he could just leave it at that, squeezing the respectable protective layer of shark blubber that encased her steel hard muscle. The tail was strong enough to knock him off his feet if she was annoyed, and pulverize his rib cage were she to get angry, not that she'd ever harm him. It was a weapon Unaki had used to crack even the hard shell of an Aggron before, such was the power of the former champion!

"Honk honk."

Thomas squeezed said tail like a massive bike horn.

Unaki growled, deep and rumbling, warning the man that even he had limits to what he could get away with.

"Okay okay, love. Give us a twirl! Let's see how it fits!"

Blushing, Unkai did as bid as twisted on her paws, cutting a circle in the clearing behind their house. Unlike the dress, the criss crossed and knotted sashes stayed true upon her skin. No tears or abrasions or rips to destroy the art they created across her rippling, bare frame.

The alternating red and yellow made the Garchomp's entire being pop, giving her an eye-catching figure that accentuated her feminine curves that no amount of muscle could hide. The extra length, thoughtfully woven in such a way that it draped down her flanks and back, gave the impression of a following dress that followed like an ocean wave, glinting a summer afternoon's warm sunbeam off its crest.

For once, the bulging muscles and battle worn scars vanished and Unaki felt like...

Like a female, like she could woo a male Garchomp instead of scare him.

She felt... Pretty... No, beautiful.

Yes, that's what she was feeling, Unaki decided. For once she didn't feel like a former battle champion, she felt like a female Garchomp that wanted to be pretty and dance with her trainer.

"By Arceus, my Garchomp is an angel! Every inch of you is more gorgeous than the last." Thomas words dripped like honey into Unaki's ears, her paws nearly tripping over each other as balance and dignity both left hand in hand. She couldn't even muster the will to growl, to deny his praise and insist she was a war hardened beast, the queen of the arena and Pokemon League champion!

No, that isn't what she wanted to hear right now. Unaki wanted to hear Thomas say it again. Wanted to hear him call her gorgeous and pretty and beautiful and tell her how her sashes looked as she twirled and made them flutter in the wind! Sashes that wouldn't tear apart from her stupid skin that broke everything... She could dance as much as she wanted now!

Rushing paws pressed her broad muzzle to her human's chest, the well trained man running his hands from nose to neck before lifting completely to caress her once more. Every so often he'd squeeze the bulbous sensory organs that grew from the side of her skull as well, eliciting disoriented yet pleased trills.

Burbles, hitched and ashamed, hid Unaki's grateful sobs. As always, Thomas made things better. He made her feel beautiful when she felt scarred and ugly, he washed away her anger when she wished for calm and serenity...

Thomas was the rock in her white water rapids, but instead of desperately clinging she could climb atop and rest. Up here, the warm sun could mix with the refreshing river spray to sooth her aches and pains and wash away the memories of battles and badges.

What had once been her pride and joy were quickly becoming just sweet memories. This... Was so much better.

Calloused hands, so soft on her rough skin, carefully wiped away tears she couldn't feel as Thomas gently peppered the top of her skull with kisses.

"You're welcome, Unaki. It's only what you deserve, after all."

"Gaaaarchomp..."

How she hated this language barrier. How desperately she wished to speak words of gratitude that he could understand. Alas, she would have to show her appreciation with action instead. A barbed tongue flicked from her maw, not so much licking the man's arm, as that would flay his skin clean off, but instead gently slapping upon him. It was as close as she could get to an affectionate kiss.

Thomas held his arm still, proffering the limb for the Garchomp to display her feelings in any manner she so pleased. No concession was too great, no compromise too much for him to meet. It was his fault her body was riddled with scars and her left hip ached on cold mornings after all.

Of course, Unaki would call his guilt the imaginings of a fool. The strength he bestowed, the adventures they'd had, were things she'd wanted. Their shared past were treasures she'd never discard, even if... This was preferable.

Those same calloused hands took Unaki's claws, claws that had torn open steel, in a warm hold. The Garchomp squinted through misty eyes, her smile full of joyful fangs as she took the practiced steps along with the flittering music that had been wafting from the nearby boombox.

Each step, forward and back, left and right, to and fro, were in tandem with her human, with Thomas. To a trained eye, one could see the practiced violence each twist of her ankles or flick of her tail belied, yet the steps of a warrior and the grace of a dancer weren't all too dissimilar.

"Amazing, my desert gem. Now that you have an outfit as pretty as you, I can take you to the banquets they hold for former champions. If you don't mind the trip in your ball, that is..." Thomas had locked his eyes with hers, hopeful and bright.

A banquet? A real, true gala? Unaki felt herself nearly miss a step, though she'd never risk the man's toes...

A banquet... A ballroom... With her dressed up in her new, beautiful sashes? That truly would be a dream come true...

A nod and lick to his cheek was his answer.

"It's settled then. For tonight though... It's just us and the moonlight."

So it was, that trainer and Pokemon danced circles under the bright clear moon, sashes flowing like ribbons in the breeze, as Unaki felt almost as gorgeous on the outside as her love for Thomas made her feel on the inside.