A young boy runs through the woods, he’s not worried about getting lost, or running into any danger. He’s crying hard, and his arm is bleeding.



The young boy is no older the 10 years old. He’s got long, messy, black hair, and blue eyes. He’s short, but thin.



It’s dusk, but he’s almost where he wants to be. He’s been running for about 30 minutes. He’s got some small cuts and scratches from running through thorn bushes.



He finally makes it to the cave he’s been to tens of times. It’s big, big enough for a house to fit in. He walks in...



“Lucy! Are you here?!” He yells out, still crying.



When he gets no answer, he lays down against the stone wall of the cave. It’s getting quite cold, and he’s not wearing thick clothes.



The young boy sits and cries his little eyes out. Until about 45 minutes later when he hears wings flapping toward the cave. He stands up and wipes his face, he doesn’t want Lucy to feel sorry for him.



The giant, purple dragon lands outside the cave and walks in. She’s covered in smooth, purple scales, except her belly, which is a darker shade of white. She has large hips, with thick, muscular back legs. Each toe on her back legs has a long, sharp, dense, nail. Her front legs are arm like, the paws almost have fingers, once again with sharp nails. Her head rests on a long neck. She’s got big, red eyes, and a long snout. She’s big enough to fit a bear in her mouth.



She walks in on all fours, so as not to hit her head on the roof. Before she even has a chance to react, the small human runs straight at her.



“Chance what are-“



But before she can finish her sentence, he’s hugging her chest, bawling hard right into it.



She doesn’t hesitate, she puts one her mighty paws against him, pinning him to her chest.



“Chance what’s wrong?” She asks softly.



But Chance is crying so hard he can hardly catch his breath.



“Hey, hey, shhh... it’s ok, calm down, I’ve got you” She says softly, now truly worried about him.



After about 5 minutes of her holding him against her chest, he finally starts calming down.



“T-they c-c-came and I w-was outside, a-and they k-k... killed my dad!” He said, then he started bawling again.



She held him in both hands, right against her chest again. A single tear fell from her eye, and splashed on the ground.



“I’m so sorry Chance” was all she could say.



She noticed his arm.



“What happened to your arm?” She asks. She almost has a motherly air about her when talking to Chance.



“They almost got me” he said, shaking from sadness, shock, blood loss, and the cold.



She starts licking his cuts, scrapes, and the one big gash on his arm.



“Don’t... just do it” he said to her.



“You sure? I don’t want to scare you again” she says just as softly as ever.



“Yes, I don’t want to be out here anymore. I want to be with you, and I never want to leave. Please” he says, crying all the while.



“Ok, you know I’d never hurt you?” She asks.



“I don’t care if you do... I love you, and nothing will change that” he says bawling.



“Ok, come here, I won’t hurt you little one. You’ll be safe with me” she says.



She opens her mouth with an audible “smack” and puts Chance inside. Behind her thick, scaly lips are teeth, capable of tearing into any beast that walks the earth, but he never gets close to them. Her tongue, cheeks, and gums, shimmer in the moonlight, from all that saliva. Her tongue is wide enough for Chance to lay down on like a bed. She can’t help but taste him a little, he is delicious after all. She only slightly moves him around in her mouth, wrapping her tongue over him, licking his tears away.



“Are you ready?” She asks, with him under her tongue.



“Yes, please be gentle” he asks, his least favorite part is the swallowing, but he does love the destination.



She tilts her head back, and moves her tongue up, so he can slide to the back of her throat. She opens her throat wide, ready for her meal to enter.



He lays on his back, and slides feet first. He can see her gullet pulsating, ready for him to enter.



With Chance at the edge of her throat, she salivates as hard as she can, completely covering him in her warm, wet, saliva. Then with an audible “GULP” he slides down her neck, making a small bulge. She puts her paw softly against it, to comfort Chance, all the way down.



On the inside, her throat isn’t tight, but really slimy, and warm. He can feel his whole body being massaged, and he can feel her paw on the outside, rubbing him lovingly.



He then disappears into her rib cage, and slips through the small hole at the bottom, into her stomach.



She sighs when he falls into her stomach, she loves the feeling of over powering the small human, but also protecting him, and caring for him. She gets comfortable in her nest, with her head right up next to her belly.



When he lands, he gets comfortable, laying down in her soft, wet gut. Once comfy, he starts crying again, not as hysterically though.



Lucy nuzzles where he is in her belly, he’s so small that he doesn’t even make a dent.



“I’ve got you hunny, your safe” she says tenderly.



“T-thank you Lucy” he says.



His cuts, scrapes, and gash, start to heal.



“Lucy, I need to ask you something” he says.



“Anything”



“Please, let me stay with you. I’ve got no where to go, no one to take care of me. I love you, I don’t want to leave you” He says crying still.



“Ok, I’ll take care of you, and I love you too sweetheart” she ads, licking her belly where he is.



He begins falling asleep, listening to her powerful heart beat, and deep breathing. Giving himself to her is one of the greatest feelings in the world to him. He then falls asleep.



She rubs her tummy with her front paw. She’s going to raise him, a human, but she’s not doing it alone...