It was a warm and sunny day in the Kalos region. The sky was light blue and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The Mareep had risen and were grazing in the meadows. Good. For Lugia, Mareep wool was the softest thing he had ever felt. It was like touching clouds. The Mareep thankfully didn't mind being pet by the sea guardian and continued to graze as they were stroked.
Fluffy things had always been a weakness for Lugia and he didn't know why. It was just so utterly comfortable to feel. He had felt it all: Mareep, Flaafy, Cottonee, Venonat, Altaria; You name it. However, there was one fluffy Pokémon he hadn't pet yet.
His fur was the only thing that ever stood out to him. It just looked so soft and silky. He longed to feel the fur inbetween his fingers and, if he dared, nuzzle that fluff, letting the fur massage his face. The only problem was the owner of that fur: Yveltal.
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The Fluffy and the Addict
Roman d'amourLugia likes fluffy things. Anything that even remotely looks soft and cuddly is something he must pet. Yveltal likes personal space. He hates crowds and thanks to his title as the Pokémon of Destruction, he doesn't get a lot of visitors. The bad new...
