The Cute Purple LugiaMore Like This
(WARNING! This story contains soft vore. If you don't like this sort of thing, don't read this story!)
One sunny morning, a purple Lugia, named Lilac, waddled through the forest which she called home, burping loudly. She had just been gorging on forest fruits and was now making her way back to her nest for a well-deserved nap. She looked down at the ground with each step she took, being ever so careful not to accidentally step on any small, forest-dwelling creatures.
At the same time, I was sat at the base of a tree, looking through my trusty sketchpad. "Hmm, nearly full...just a few pages to go." I said to myself.
Lilac entered a clearing, hoping to find more food. But what she found instead was a human, sitting at the base of a tree. He seemed to be flicking through some kind of book. Smiling, she waddled and set her plump belly on the ground so her head was directly in front of him. "Hello. Whatcha' reading there?" she asked.
I lowered my sketchpad to see...a Lugia's head!