Previously on Galarian Days...

Zander and Sophia enter the Master Dojo with their own missions in mind, but while Sophia's mission of delivery was cleared without a hitch, Zander had to put a pin in his mission due to Klara and Avery reporting the appearence of a giant monster, (later revealed to be called a Dynamiasma) which Zander makes quick work of. He then tells Mustard his reasons for coming, but an unexplained visit from two others goes off scot-free...

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Sophia had long since left the Isle of Armor after the Dynamiasma fiasco, but Zander chose to stay for another day to try preparing for the Gym Challenge, even though he knew it would mean he'd have less time before the ceremony. This time, he was able to catch four Pokemon: Klefki, Rockruff, Fletchling and Sandygast. With his new Pokemon team, he stood before Mustard inside the dojo, ready to earn his endorsement.

"Are you ready, Zander?" Mustard asked.

"I am," Zander confirmed.

With that, both battlers sent out their Pokemon. Mustard started with Mienfoo, and Zander sent Sandygast out first. Mienfoo tried to use Fake Out, but Sandygast's Ghost-typing rendered it ineffective, leaving it open to Sand Tomb. Trapped with no way out, Mienfoo was left helpless to another Sand Tomb attack, knocking it out. Mustard then sent in his Shinx, but it was met with the same fate, giving Zander his victory!

"My, my! You won, Zander!" Mustard congradulated. "Well done! And don't think I've forgotten about my end of the bargain!" He then took out a certain piece of paper: a blank endorsement form! "Now, does anybody here have a pen?"

"Here's one, Dad," a young boy said as he approached Mustard with said writing utensil.

"Ah, thank you Hyde!" Mustard said, taking the pen from his son. He then put his signature on the form, officially authorizing Zander to participate in the Gym Challenge of Galar! "Here you go, Zander! I hereby allow you to compete in the Gym Challenge, just like I did with Leon back in the day!"

Zander accepted the form, unable to believe his luck. "Master Mustard, I... I don't know what to say. You've just opened up a new world for me. How can I ever thank you?"

"Oh, don't mention it. Ta-ta!" Mustard said, bidding Zander farewell as he left the Master Dojo.

"At long last, I finally have the means to carry out my mission," Zander said once he was back at the station. "So, this is what it feels like... the big time. With this endorsement, I shape my destiny!"

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After making the trip back to the Wild Area Station, Zander started the casual walk to Motostoke, training his new Pokemon along the way. Eventually, the sun was starting to set, and he ultimately decided to register himself early. So, he finally stopped his training enough to come up to the gates of Motostoke and enter the city itself.

"So... this is where it all began last year, and where it'll begin again this year," Zander said in awe as he took in the sights, sounds and smells of the city powered by steam... though his nose picked up something oddly unusual, yet familiar. But he decided to dismiss it and headed towards the lift.

"Time to get a sneak peek of who the Gym Leaders for this year are," he said as the lift's gate closed behind him. One quick spin of the wheel later, he came face to face with Motostoke Stadium, now adorned with banners of the following types: Flying, Psychic, Steel and Bug on the left side of the building, and Electric, Poison, Normal and Ground on the right. The pavement in front of the building was decorated with lightning bolts, so it was safe to assume the Electric Gym Leader would be the third this year.

Zander entered the building, where he was greeted with lightning-patterned carpeting, and approached the front desk, endorsement in paw. The League staff worker at the desk greeted him with, "Hello, and welcome to Motostoke Stadium. Are you here to register for the Gym Challenge?"

"Indeed I am, my good man," Zander confirmed as he placed his endorsement form on the desk. "I believe my possession of an endorsement is in order?"

"Right, one second, please," the staff worker said as he looked the form over. Finding nothing wrong, he entered some information somewhere, then said, "And what would you like your official uniform's 3-digit number to be?"

After pondering for a brief moment, Zander said, "210, please."

The staff worker entered the number, then said, "Okay, everything's all set up. Congradulations, you are officially registered to participate in the Gym Challenge! Now, while we get your Gym Challenger uniform made for you, please enjoy your free room at the Budew Drop Inn, where you'll be staying until the day of the ceremony."

"Okay, I will!" Zander said happily, leaving the desk and the building with his tail wagging at the thought of staying in an inn for free. He then entered the inn and got checked in quickly, finally getting into the suite he was going to have, all by himself!

Looking out the window, he saw that it was getting dark out. "Whoa, guess I better get ready to turn in," he said to himself. "But before I hit the hay, first I better hit the shower. Don't want to get the bed ruined and all that."

After locking the door behind him, Zander entered his suite's personal bathroom and locked that door behind himself as well. Now feeling adequately secure, he grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his upper torso. He then pulled one arm out of his shirt before tossing it off his other arm to the side. With that out of the way, he then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, loosening them enough to let gravity take over and leave him in his undies for now. But before completing his disrobing, he decided to prep the water first. He leaned over the tub and turned the hot water on first to warm up the tub, then the cold water to avoid scalding himself until he was satisfied with the temperature. Finally, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his undies and pulled them down to the floor to give his sheath and ball bag some much-needed air, then stepped out of them and into the tub fully naked.

After closing the shower curtain behind him, Zander turned on the shower head, letting the warm spray cascade over his fur. It felt so good to him that he let his muscles relax, even to the point where a small flow of urine trickled out of his sheath and was washed down the drain. He then grabbed the small bottle of body wash from the corner of the tub, squirted some into his paw, and rubbed it into his fur to work up a fine, rich lather. First his head fur was scrubbed, especially behind his ears, then his neck and chest were soaped up. Next, he scraped off some excess suds to work them into his arms, first the left, then the right. Then he rubbed some down his legs, in the same order as his arms.
 
Finally, it was time to wash his nether regions. Zander got the bottle again and soaped his paw a little more, then rubbed both paws together before he got to work. He slid his paws under his thighs, down his perinium and even soaped under his tail where he knew it needed it. But all this attention to his private area caused some stirrings in his groin, making him lipstick out of his sheath a little. The little flash of pink didn't go unnoticed as Zander looked down, and he remembered that during his journey as the Wolfen Knight of Galar, his male urges were mostly ignored or forgotten about out of principle. But now the tingling in his groin, his sheath opening to let his canine ding poke out, his balls feeling full and heavy in his bicolor pouch of fur, all those signals were combining to form a message in his brain that couldn't be ignored anymore...

He needed to get off.

Finding himself in the best possible position to replace intellect with instinct, Zander crouched down until he was sitting on the floor of the tub, then touched his exposed flesh with a slightly soapy finger. The resulting jolt of pleasure made him sharply inhale, then he wrapped the rest of his paw around his member and started slowly rubbing. His blood was channeling itself to make his doggy dick inch out of its cover more and more, slowly starting to darken it from pale pink to almost as magenta as half of him. The tingling continued to please and awaken his animal hind-brain as Zander started thrusting into his body wash-lubed paw, making it glide back and forth along his member.

Suddenly, his sheath started feeling a little too tight for comfort. Zander knew that it meant just one thing, the one part of anatomy that every male canid was given wanted out of his sheath as the rest of his dick was: his knot. So, he used his free paw to tug down the furry cover while his busy paw continued its administrations. The bulb of engorged flesh strained against the sheath opening until it joined the rest of the fleshy rod with a hollow pop, and the sheath migrated down to the sensitive root with a light squeezing. With that paw's first job done, Zander then gave it a second task to fondle his balls while he picked up the pace with his fapping. But with all the pleasure nerves firing, it wasn't long before his scrotum started tightening up as the testicles inside were starting to contract. It was going to happen, and Zander was gunning for-

Finally, the pleasure had reached its apex, and the wolf was panting and gasping through his fangs as his genitals throbbed, squirt after squirt of canine seed gushing from the tip of his dick to the rhythm of the pulsing, only to meet the same fate as the pee. Eventually, the flow of cum ran dry, only for Zander's dick muscles to relax enough to let loose a second stream of whiz as his knot deflated enough for the phallus to slither back into his sheath. Figuring he was clean enough now, Zander fought the afterglow to stand back up, rinsed himelf off, kicked some water towards the drain to wash away his transgressions, then shut off the shower and shook himself off while the curtain was still closed.

Zander then opened the curtain and stepped out of the tub, then grabbed a towel to dry off the rest of the dampness in his fur. Once he was fully dry, he pulled down the complimentary bath robe and put it on, tying the belt around his waist before exiting the bathroom. He then walked up to the window and closed the curtains before shutting off the lights and getting under the bed covers. Once fully snuggled in, he took a moment to take in how good he was feeling: his fur was clean and soft, his bladder and balls were comfortably empty, and he was in a warm, cozy bed with nothing on but a bath robe. He let the comforting feelings lull him to sleep, almost forgetting that this was only a temporary situation before he was on the road again...

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