Supermario1123 Lugia Vore Story Request

Charlie awoke on the forest floor.  "Ugh.  What happened?" he thought to himself.  The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in a milotic's stomach, now he was here.  He also remembered how he got there to begin with.  He had stowed away on a pirate's ship.  The ship of a pirate named Pete.  Pete had brought him to the island as a trainee, and they had been attacked by the kraken.  Charlie had escaped to the island shore, but Pete had been incapitated on the coral reef.

Rather dazed, Charlie stood up.  He looked off into the distance at the sky.  The best he could figure was that he had approximately five hours before the sun set.  When it did, the predators would be out and after him, and they mostlikely wouldn't be as friendly as the milotic.  Charlie knew he had to use the time before then to find shelter, or he would end up as a choice snack for some roaming pokemon.  So he headed off.

Stumbling along, Charlie managed to find a few hollow trees and dirt caves that looked promising, only to be chased away by the small but mean pokemon that already lived in them.  After a seemingly hopeless search, Charlie approached the foot of a large mountain.  Charlie knew that the chances of finding decent shelter on the mountain were even slimmer than they were on the ground, but he figured he had no choice, so he began to blaze his trail up the mountain.  Besides, there would probably be less dangerous predators on the mountain, right?  Charlie had no idea how wrong he was.

Charlie lost track of how long he was climbing that overgrown piece of rock, but he was definetely trudging up its back till after dark.  That's when it started to rain.  Great.  Just great.  Fortunately, Charlie reached the top of the mountain after another hour.  He was impressed at what he saw.  The mountain top was a perfectly smooth, open dirt area, about as big as a football field.  At the end of the field, there was aan excessively large cave.  Charlie cautiously moved towards it.

As Charlie got closer, he began to consider turning back; because he found countless skeletons strewn about the area.  They were all clutching various weapons, and lying down in extremely uncomfortable looking positions.  One of them had its jaw opened wide, as if it had died screaming in agony.  

Nevertheless, Charlie summoned all his courage as he walked into the massive cavern.  To his relief, he didn't find a fearsome beast inside as he had been expecting.  Charlie leaned up against the cave wall and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep as he listened to the rain.

Charlie drowsily opened his eyes.  It was morning.  Seeing that the rain had stopped, Charlie decided he should go find some food and water.  It was nice to find that it was much easier going back down the mountain than it was going up.  Once at the bottom, Charlie rushed off into the forest.

After a full day of searching, Charlie had found: a fistful of berries (stored in his bag), and a gallon of fresh lake water (stored in a jar).  Not bad for a first day.  Charlie headed back up the mountainside just as the sun began to set.

Once he reached the cave again, Charlie figured it was around midnight, so he flopped down on the ground, exhausted.  He would have gone right to sleep, if it wasn't for the fact that he had just plopped down on top of a sharp chunk of gravel, and he was now in excrutiating pain.  Aside from that, things were juuust peachy. T _ T

Despite that little ordeal, Charlie was about to fall asleep when something caught his eye: a pile of ashes,  just at the foot of the cave.  That was odd.  Then something even odder happened, the ash began to grow, and change shape.  Charlie backed up.  That was definetely creepy.  Soon, there was a life sized statue of a man sculpted from the ashes standing before him.

Then the statue... moved!  The sculpture shook itself until all the ashes had fallen to the ground, revealing a real man standing there.  It was as if the man had been trapped under a shell made out of ashes, and he had just broken out.

The man looked about 28, he had a greenish bucaneer hat, matching greenish leather jacket with black undershirt, and also matching black slacks.  The unknown intruder had a confident, rugged face with an unkept brown beard.  Charlie instantly recognized the figure.  "Pete?" he asked in disbelief.

"Ahoy, Charlie." Pete greeted with a smile.  "Miss me?"

"B-b-but I thought you were dead!  The kraken killed you!" Charlie reminded him.

Pete sat down on a rock, motioning for Charlie to do the same, which he did.  "Well lad, I have a medical condition known as 'the curse of the dead'," Pete explained.  "With said 'curse', if I ever die, I will come back to life on the full moon." Pete said while pointing to the sky.  There was indeed a full moon.

"That doesn't sound like a medical condition." Charlie noted.

Pete shrugged.  "I suppose not."   Pete streched his arms.  "Aaanyway, you should get some sleep."

Charlie yawned.  "What about you?" he asked.

"I don't need to sleep," Pete told him. "I've got the curse of the dead, remember?"

Charlie felt slightly uncomforted by the fact that Pete would be watching him all night, but he managed to fall asleep fairly quickly anyway...
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Charlie awoke to an all too familiar voice: "WAKE UP CHARLIE!!!  WE'RE BURNING DAYLIGHT!!!!"

"Wah!  I'm up!  I'm up!" Charlie complained.

"Great!" Pete said cheerfully while throwing away a megaphone (I wonder where he got that...).  "I thought we could start off the morning with a brisk round of sparring!"

"Sparring, huh?  All right!" Charlie agreed.
So Pete tossed him a sword and they headed out.

"All right, Charlie me boy, you make the first move." Pete offered.

Charlie took advantage of his opponent's daring choice to let him go first, and swung his sword.  Not so effective.  Pete's sword blade was six feet long, and a foot and a half wide, so he deflected Charlie's attack with ease.  "Ooh, nice try!" Pete said encouragingly.

Charlie took another swing.  Pete assumed his defensive stance, when Charlie made a fake out, and whirled around behind Pete, who turned around to find Charlie's sword point inches away from his throat.  Pete nodded in approval.  "Well done." he complimented.
"Thanks."
"But you shouldn't let your gaurd down!" Pete said with sudden energy as he swung his blade upward, knocking away Charlie's sword.  Pete caught the disarmed weapon in his other hand and pointed them both at Charlie.

So the two of them spent the next couple hours practicing swordplay.  Pete was an expert swordsman.  Charlie was impressed with many of the techniques he learned.  Not only was he learning, he was also having fun doing it!

After they had rested, Pete said "You did good there, Charlie."

"I'm sure I did." Charlie agreed.

"How about you take the day off?  I'll go collect the food for today." Pete proposed.

"You sure?" Charlie asked with concern.

"Positive." Pete answered as he slung his sword over his shoulder.  He then headed off down the mountain, leaving Charlie to enjoy his time off.

So Charlie sat down in the cave and leaned against the wall.  Boy, he was more tired than he thought, because without knowing it, he fell asleep.  

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Meanwhile, Pete was hot on the trail of a good meal.  He sniffed the air.  There was definetely something good nearby, and Pete intended to find it.  Soon, he broke through the bushes, and out into a clearing.  When he was there, what he saw was truly a beautiful sight: pizza!  It's true, sitting there not ten feet away was a tall stack of pizzas.

Of course, it made no sense that pizza would be out in the middle of nowhere, and it seemed pretty suspicious, but Pete didn't care.  All he knew was that he was going to have a bountiful harvest!  Pete stepped closer, closer, when he found he couldn't step foward anymore.

"What the-?!" Pete exclaimed as he looked down.  He saw that he had stepped in a puddle of some sort of sticky purple substance.  Apparently, his feet were now stuck to the ground, as if the puddle were made of glue.  Now nervous, Pete tugged at his legs, but it was no use; he was stuck firmly.

To his horror, the goo began to grow, spreading up his legs.  Pete began to flail.  Still nothing.  Soon, the warm glop had spread up to his waste.  It was then that Pete noticed something else: the blob had a face.  Two black dots for pupils with a dopy smile just below them.

Pete realized what he had just fallen prey to: a ditto.  I know, it seems pretty silly for someone to get caught and absorbed by a ditto, but don't underestimate them.  They frequently prey on people and pokemon that fall for their alluring traps.  "You'll not have me, beast!" Pete shouted as he drew his sword and began to jab at the ditto.  It wasn't working.  The ditto kept on absorbing the blows like they were nothing.  Soon, the plliar of purple gelatin had encased every part of Pete except for his head.  Just before he was completely absorbed, Pete desperately wriggled his hand to his back pocket, where he stored a bomb.  He sighed with relief just as his head went under.
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Charlie opened his eyes.  Strange, was he outside?  He remembered staring at grey stone walls when he fell asleep; now he was looking at something blue and white, like the sky and clouds.  Then again, his vision was still blurry, so he rubbed his eyes, allowing him to get a good look at what was in front of him.

Charlie scooted back fearfully.  Standing before him wasn't the sky, but a lugia!  A lugia was there!  That would explain all those skeletons outside the cave.  A lugia would be easily powerful enough to best any warrior.  Still, Charlie was eager to see if he could apply what Pete had taught him, so he drew his sword as he stood.  The lugia had a blank expression on its face, as if waiting to see what Charlie would do next.

Charlie took a step foward, then tripped over a rock.  The lugia giggled.  It decided that Charlie was no threat,  just really funny.  Charlie stood again.  He saw that he had accidentally flung his sword over behind the lugia when he tripped.  Doh!

The lugia came foward with a playful look on its face.  "So, what are you doing in my cave, little human?" she asked toyingly.

"Uh, this is your cave?  I didn't even know," Charlie stuttered, fearful that he had already offended the large pokemon.  "I'll just go."

But before he could, the lugia stepped in front of him.  "Oh no, stay.  I haven't had a visitor in a while." she cooed.

"O-okay..." Charlie agreed nervously, unsure of what the lugia intended to do with him.

"What's your name?" the lugia askd curiously.  "Mine's Mist."

"My name's Charlie."

"Aww, that's such a cute name!" Mist exclaimed sweetly.

Charlie blushed.  "Um, thanks."

So the two of them chatted for a while.  Charlie was highly uneasy throughout most of the conversation, but Mist seemed pretty nice, and showed no signs of intending to harm him, which was pretty reassuring.  Soon, the sun set, and it was dark.  Charlie figured this would be his chance to escape.  "Hey, look at the time!  I should probably go." Charlie pointed out.

"Oh, you don't need to go.  Why not stay here with me tonight?" Mist asked kindly.

Charlie had done a good job of not offending Mist so far, and he didn't want to stop.  "Sure.  I guess I could stay..." Charlie agreed hesitantly.

Mist smiled and lifted Charlie up by the back of his shirt with her mouth.  She then lied down on her back and placed Charlie on her stomach.  Mist was about to fall asleep, when she noticed Charlie was shivering, so she wrapped her wings over him like a blanket.  Charlie smiled.  But something crossed his mind.  He hadn't told Mist about Pete, and he should be back by now.  Although troubled with wondering about Pete's whereabouts, Charlie managed to fall asleep anyway...

When Charlie awoke, he was sitting on the ground, with Mist siting in front of him, a mischevious grin on her face.  "You know what time it is, Charlie?" she asked him.

Charlie looked at his watch.  "It's seven fifteen." he answered.

"Wrong," Mist corrected him.  "It's breakfast time."

"Bu there's no food here." Charlie observed.

"Wrong again.  You're here."

Of course, Charlie reacted fearfully to this; but before he could do anything,  Mist grabbed him around the waist.  Charlie squirmed helplessly in Mist's grasp.  She rolled her eyes.  "Give it a rest.  It's not like you're going to escape or anything." she ordered.  Charlie stopped, knowing she was right, and that it would be easier if he just accepted fate.  Mist was pleased that Charlie was being so cooperative.  Most of her prey just struggled for hours on end before giving up.

Mist opened her beak-like mouth wide for Charlie to peer inside.  He was instantly hit with a puff of hot, stale breath.  Mist gently brought Charlie's head foward into her eager maw.  Charlie winced as he felt his face pressed against Mist's soft, slimy tongue, coating his head in saliva.

Charlie felt Mist lift him in seeper, so that his head entered the greedy gullet.  Mist was sure to lick every single part of Charlie that she took in before gulping him in more.  He tasted pretty good to her.  It was then that Charlie grasped the reality of what was really happening.  He was being eaten!  He was going to die!

Frantically, Charlie began to struggle, which Mist enjoyed a great deal.  She thought that he was just doing that to pleasure her.  She had no idea how scared Charlie really felt.  Poor Charlie was afraid beyond recognition.  He thought that it was really all over for him.

Charlie whimpered as he felt the powerful throat muscles firmly pull him down, gradually taking in his waist.  The throat muscles continued to pull Charlie down.  He eventually felt Mist's jaws close around his feet.  It wasn't long after that when Charlie found his head popped out into the stomach.  Within seconds, he found his entire person squeezed out into the fairly spacious belly.  To his suprise, Charlie found that there were no stomach acids.
"There.  That wasn't so bad, was it?" Mist asked casually.


Charlie sighed with PURE relief.  Mist was a kind predator, like the milotic.  She wasn't going to hurt him.  With this comforting knowledge, he leaned back against the squishy stomach walls.  It was slightly ominous with the darkness in the gut, but it made Charlie feel more sleepy than scared; so he drifted off to sleep.  On the outside, Mist smiled and rubbed her belly.
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Meanwhile (sorry for using same transition twice)...

Pete approached the top of the mountain.  He now had two new things: One, he had the stack of pizzas from before stuck onto his sword.  And two, he also had the same ditto from before perched upon his shoulder.

Pete plucked a peperroni off of one of the pizzas.  "Here ya go, Darias." he said to the ditto as he tossed it the peperroni, which it eagerly gobbled down.  Looked like Pete had made a new friend.  Pete came upon the base of the cave.  Contrary to what you'd expect, Pete wasn't at all phased at seeing a lugia in the cave.  "Oy!  Shoo!  Get outta here!" Pete commanded the dragon pokemon as if it were a pest.  Said lugia (Mist), glared at Pete, then sighed.  She needed some excersice anyway; so she took to the skies.

Pete nodded with satisfaction, then walked into the cave.  "Hey Charlie!  You'll never believe what I found out in the forest!" he yelled.  Strange.  He didn't see Charlie anywhere.  After doing a thorough search, Pete put two and two together and figured out what must have happened to Charlie.

Pete quickly ran out of the cave and looked off into the sky.  He could still see the lugia.  He began to sprint down the mountain desperately.  "WAIT!  COME BACK!" he shouted after the lugia, which PEte no knew had Charlie within its stomach.

Pete was about to give up, when his ditto, Darias, jumped off his shoulder and tugged at his pant leg.  "What is it, Darias?" Pete asked with slight annoyance.  Darias began to change shape, until he had morphed into a full sized rapidash.  "Great idea!" Pete exclaimed as he ran over to his rapidash/ditto and climbed on his back.  "Onward!" Pete shouted.  So Darias whinnied, then took off at blinding speed after the lugia.