Try my hand on new style(no line) hope it looks ok enough.

Froslass is my favourist Gen4 pokemon, just so you know :>

Oh, and there are short story from my tiny writer slave, you can see original one here http://lucy-ferryn-dyalvol.devianta.....lass-506083756

enjoy!

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“M-Master?”

I was awoken by some odd sound. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and look around. “Lyra...?” I called out to my Froslass, trying to piece together what had happened last night.

I had hiked up the mountain in search for any rare Pokemon, hoping to capture it. Having skulked around the caves and only found an army of Zubat, I gave up my search and set up camp outside, spending an hour simply having a one sided conversation. Before actually falling asleep, the sky seemed to flash... Or wait, did I actually fall asleep or did I fall unconscious? It made sense. Lyra must have pulled me back into the tent.

Then who spoke to me?

“Master..? Are you awake?” The voice called again, sending a small chill up my spine. I decided to investigate further, crawling out of my tent. It was still night, though the dim campfire illuminated everything nearby.

Before me was my Froslass. But she changed. She was far taller than me. Hell. She seemed to loom over the very mountain itself.

A friend from Kalos had mentioned something about the gym in Lumiose, mainly about how large it was. Well now I had something to top that story.

“Master!” Lyra giggled, crouching down closer to my form, giggling a bit. “Missed you!” She squealed, speaking in slightly broken English. As she crouched, I glanced to my right, noticing a now destroyed portion of the forest, Lyra's finger dug into the ground, broken trees strewn about, a few Sawsbuck and Stantler either running off or trying to attack her finger, offering no response from the gigantic Froslass.

I was speechless. A Pokemon was talking to me! And it was MY Froslass! My impossibly large Froslass!

Lyra tilted her head, seeming confused. “Master okay...? Master... Cold?” She asked, reaching down and easily plucking me up, bringing me to her lips. She pressed my miniscule body right up against them in a kiss, just a constant reminder of how large she was.

“I-I'm fine...” I muttered, still reeling from the sight. Despite actually feeling fine, Lyra simply shook her head.

“Master cold... Master need safety...” She whispered, licking at my form, slurping me into her mouth, allowing me to rest on her tongue.

Despite being an ice type, her breath felt warm, though any questions on this fell short as I was gently jostled about on her tongue. “I keep Master safe...” She whispered before beginning to move. With it being night, she had used Flash all by herself, lighting up the area as she traversed in some direction. I could only assume she was heading toward a town so we could spend the night there.

I could only imagine the look of the other trainers faces, mainly due to Lyra growing accustomed to me being in her mouth, refusing to let me be anywhere else.
Before long, I could feel Lyra's tongue pin me to the roof of her mouth, squeezing me. I give a small yelp before everything becomes hazy, soon becoming black.

I sit up with a jolt, panting as I look around. I was in my tent? I could feel something clinging to my waist, prompting me to look down. Lyra was nuzzling up against me, holding me tight as she slept soundly.

Without saying a word, I wrapped my arms around her, smiling.

“I wish it wasn't a dream...” I muttered, noticing how everything outside seemed to light up.