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What a boring night, the moon was full in the sky, shining bright in the heavens high above and there is absolutely nothing to do. There is a sense of heavy laziness hanging in the air. Though it mostly surrounded this one plump dragoness, lying on her back in the middle of a fruitless crop field. She stared up into the clear sky, counting the stars and listening to the sounds of the passing wind.

Normally this dragoness would have something to do right about now but it seemed like the farmers were feeling particularly lazy yesterday, seeing as how there was less crop today than there would usually be. The dragoness heard an audible grumble coming from her midriff, signaling to the dragoness that she is in need of more food. She looked down and past her hand over the curve of her small dome of a belly, which had grown out after devouring the entire crops of the poor farmer. Said farmer was cowering in his home, waiting for the large menace to vacate the fields so he can go and work on his crops.

The dragoness, now up on her feet, stretched out her wings and shot up into the sky high above, leaving the small frightened farmer to tend to his crops. The dragon flew below the clouds, searching for any nearby kingdoms or villages that look good enough to raid. After searching for several minutes in the sky, an aroma hit the dragoness right in her nose, attracting her to its destination.

Upon landing, she found the origin of the smell. Lucky for the dragoness, she has come upon a grand kingdom in the middle of their grand festival. Such a grand festival was celebrated with all the bakers stationed around the kingdom in their stands, giving away delicious, mouth watering pastries, breads and cakes. The warm smell drifting from the pies and meeting with the dragoness's nose was enough to make her ravenous and desire such goods.

The dragon made her way to the kingdom, though considering her size she had to go on all fours as to not alert the knights that a large dragon was going to invade the kingdom. She would rather have them find out when it's too late.

As she reached the kingdom, she met with the first of many stands that littered the main street, which lead up to the castle. The citizens saw the large threat and scampered of into the alleys, looking like hoping sausages. As much as the dragoness wanted to eat them, she decided that she would rather not deal with a knight filled with vengeance, it would just ruin her day. She'll just stick to the baked goods. She grabbed a stand, which a baker jumped out of, and tipped it over her awaiting mouth, sprinkling pastries and pies into her maw, devouring them and sending them down to her already swollen gut. She gave a satisfied roar and continued her feasting.

Like a cascade of delicious baked goods, the dragoness made sure to maintain a constant stream of savory pastries flowing down to her waiting gut, filling the orb with an ever increasing number of delicacies. The hungry dragoness crawled through the streets swiftly, empting each and every stand she came across with rapid ease, making her gut swelling larger with each empty stand, and with each stand the dragoness went through, the closer she was getting to the castle, where the grand mother load awaited her.

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Meanwhile at the castle, the King was sitting proudly in his throne, having a leisure sit. He sighed comfortable as he to the night in, until a knight rudely interrupted his peace.

"Your majesty! I have horrible news! A dragon is rampaging through the kingdom! And it’s heading this way!" shouted the knight frantically.

"What? Is it killing and eating the villagers?" asked the King.

"No... just the pastries," answered the knight, a bit disappointed.

"Drats, we can't send knights after it then." said the King, cursing the unwritten rule knights have among themselves to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, the knight agreeing disappointingly.

"Oh!" the knight came up with an idea, "its an intruder, so we can shoot it with cannon balls!"

"Fantastic! And where do we keep the cannons?" the King asked, pleased with the knight’s stroke of genius.

"They're all around the border of the kingdom, your majesty." the knight answered.

"What?" the King asked shocked, now disappointed with the knight’s stroke of dimwit, "Then how did the dang dragon get inside?"

"She was sneaky, my King." The knight looked at the floor in shame.

"Damn the night sky," the King cursed, "Alright, let us go get the cannon before the dragon reaches my castle.” He order, rising from his throne and making his way to the exit.

“Honestly, what’s the worst that can happen?” asked the knight, following the King.

“She might eat my pies,” replied the King, giving the knight a look that says ‘she better fucking not!’

“Ah…” replied the knight, stopping in his tracks to marvel the large stack of baked goods and delicacies, “wait, how you know that it’s a woman?”

Meanwhile, in the terrified streets, the dragon has already gotten far into the kingdom, with already a hefty amount of delicious pastries packed into the gut. The heat of all the baked goods that the dragoness had eaten has kept her belly nice and warm while she trudged through the streets, grabbing emptying any pastry stand that stood in her way.

Her belly kept all the goods packed inside, trying to make room for the ever increasing amount of pastries that flowed into it, growing bigger at a continuous pace, creeping closer to stone ground as the dragoness continued to crawl on all four to be able to reach all the delicious goods.

After the devouring many pastries, the dragoness began to feel something anchoring her down. She rose to find that the once small dome that was her gut had now grown to a grandiose gurgling orb, pushing the scales apart as the pale green skin stretched to contain all the baked goods that she had stuffed into her maw. The gut hung low but upon touch was a bit firm. The dragoness didn’t know if this meant that she nearing her limit (which she has heard so many times when she asks what had become of her friends) or if it meant something else that is completely non-life-threatening. She decided to ignore it for now

She continued her crawl across the streets, her belly dragging on and continuing to grow rounder and heavier. As she turned a corner, she was met with a beautiful sight and an aroma to match it. At the end of the street was a grand castle, but it wasn’t a castle that dropped this dragoness’s jaw, it was the grand spectacle before it. It wasn’t a stand or a kiosk, it looked more like a grand theater, showcasing all the marvelous pie and cakes and pies and breads and pies and éclairs and pies and pies and so much pies!

The dragoness crawl towards it quickly, a huge grin on her face that spread from cheek to cheek, only to stop after she had accidentally knocked over a kiosk filled with pastries. The dragoness almost forgot of the stands and kiosks filled with delicious cakes, that littered the street between her and the grand feast at the end. Would she dare skip all these delicious cakes just so she can skip to the grand feast? Would it be worth going to end automatically instead of working towards it, devouring all these pastries as well? Could she even dare live with herself if she did slip to the end?

Hell no

The dragoness heft herself up and began making her way down the delicious path towards the grand feast finale, eating anything and everything that stood in her path. No pedestrians were left in her path as they all panicked, screamed and ran to their homes. The dragoness quickly devoured all the pastries she could find, trying to make it to the end as quickly as possible. Her gut on the other ballooned painfully, struggling to keep all the contents within despite the torture its enduring getting dragged across the floor. She continued this onslaught, on both the pastries and on her swollen gut, until she finally reached the end. She marveled it all, all the pastries and pies and cakes that the royal chef had to work tirelessly for days to bake. Sleepless days to make all these precious pastries, it was all going to be eaten within minutes. The only thing that stood in her way was a large stone arch.

Well, large compared to the humans. The dragoness debated on whether she should go over or under this arch, which made her work less for her delicious, savory feast. After much thought, she decided it would be better if she went under, or through, the arch as she would like to avoid having to carry her enormous orb of a gut over this structure. She crouched down as low as her over-pressurized belly would allow before making her way through the arch. She began sliding through easily, seeing the picture perfect feast come ever closer to her. She reached out her hand, ready to grab the first pastry that comes into reach. She felt her belly fit snug into the arch as she continued to closer to the feast, licking her lips as she prepared to taste the most savory and delicious deserts she will ever lay her taste buds on. She was almost at arm’s reach of the closest pastry, just a bit more…

I said, just a bit more…

Come on, what gives!

The dragon tried to push forward; she was so close, so very close, but she was not close enough to grab a pastry. What was going on? She felt her gut fit in comfortably, it can’t be that hard to remove. She continued to effortlessly pull her gut through the arch, which maintained firm and in place as the belly was painfully pushed through the hole with no results. The gut, thought the dragon, was wedged into the hole.

In reality, the dragoness had like more or less one third of the planetoid orb through the hole, the rest laid on the opposite end of arch pressed into the structure as her tail was left suspended in the air by the gut. It gurgled and groaned as it tried to deal with containing all of its heavily packed contents in it and with all this torture it had endured without splattering all across the street.

The dragoness tried to hypothesize a way to reach the contents the easiest way possible, because taking the easy route was working so well for her, before she heard voices behind her.

A cluster of knights had grouped up behind the dragon, wondering why the route to the castle was blocked and where this giant pale or came from.

“What the heck is this?” asked one of the knights, raising his spear up to it.

“Careful, we don’t know what it can do!” warned another frightened knight.

The first knight didn’t care for the warning and gave the large orb a sharp jab. Said jab didn’t puncture the orb but it made the dragoness roar in pain as the jabbed area opted for a more reddish shade.

“That sounded like a dragon,” remarked the first knight, before noticing the tail falling down, landing on him, and crushing him immediately.

The knights ‘oooh’ed upon seeing their fellow knight get crushed by the tail, watching as it rose back up leaving the tin canned soldier in the rubble.

“Step aside, step aside my loyal knights!” yelled a voice from the back of the crowd. It was King and his knight returning with one of the cannons. “What’s all the- whoa!” He viewed the enormous orb before him, which he figured must be the dragon wedged in the arch, and the tin can that was once one of his knights. “Damn, I’ve been gone too long.”

“My King! Have you come to rid us of this dragon? Like you have previously done in all of your epics?” asked one of the fan-girling knights.

“Indeed I have!” answered the king. “I plan on cannon balling the dragon!” He chanted, looking at the grandiose flesh balloon behind him, “Or what I can hit of it…”

“Umm.. My King, if my observations are correct and this is the large stomach of the dragon, I fear that firing at it point blank might cause it to rupture and make a real mess of the place.” informed the head-knight to the King.

“Hmm, it might…” thought the King, “But then again, you and I aren’t going to clean the mess, that’s why we have volunteers. Prepare the cannon!” One of the knights scrambled to aim the cannon at the large orb before waiting for someone to light the fuse.

The dragon on the other side of the structure, or its head if we’re going to be accurate, heard all of this and began to frantically claw at the ground, trying to pull her gut out of the arch, causing to groan loudly in protest.

The King noticed the dragon’s legs kick in the air as the tail wiggled. “The dragon is trying to escape! Quickly, light the fuse!” Another knight scampered to the base and began to light the fuse, all the while the dragon was frantically trying to escape.

“The fuse is lit!” yelled the knight, signaling the rest to take cover in the alleys as to not get any dragon meat in the armor. The dragon effortlessly tried to pull harder before feeling the painful pressure building up as the belly was being pushed up against the structure. Finally giving up, she lowered her head and covered her ears, waiting to be turned into dragon pudding by the cannon behind her.

The cannon, aimed point blank at her gut, just an inch away from the stretched skin, had it’s fuse nearing the end. Just as the spark entered the cannon and lit up the gun powder.

KABOOOM!!!

It echoed throughout the kingdom, a desperate roar of fear followed by an earsplitting explosion. The knights emerged from the alleys, watching the cloud of smoke bellow from where the cannon and the huge orb once stood. The cannon laid jammed into the side of a house on the opposite side of the street.

King wondered why the street was still clean, before he had a thought creep up on him. The explosion! The explosion of the cannon sent all the mess to… “Oh no!” He ran up to the destroyed arch and watched as the smoke cleared only to be met with a horrible view.

It wasn’t castle, which stood high and clean as it always did, but what lay before the front gates of the castle that frightened him. It was the dragon, it was still there! Whole and stuffed with its over burdened gut, the shade of red now spreading all across the gut as marks crept up from beneath the scales. The King, his face a darker red than the orb before him, stood there fuming before finally yelling at the top of his lungs and running to the opposite direction frantically.

“Where are going?” asked one of the knights.

“I’m getting another cannon!!!” he yelled, now a considerable distance from the befuddled knights.

The knights turned back at the dragon, now noticing the loud moans coming from the over-pressurized gut and the menacing groan that’s building up from within. The dragon fell ill in her stomach. Her gut felt bad, groaning loudly. Her belly felt like it was ready to blow.

Description
What a boring night, the moon was full in the sky, shining bright in the heavens high above and there is absolutely nothing to do. There is a sense of heavy laziness hanging in the air. Though it mostly surrounded this one plump dragoness, lying on her back in the middle of a fruitless crop field. She stared up into the clear sky, counting the stars and listening to the sounds of the passing wind.

Normally this dragoness would have something to do right about now but it seemed like the farmers were feeling particularly lazy yesterday, seeing as how there was less crop today than there would usually be. The dragoness heard an audible grumble coming from her midriff, signaling to the dragoness that she is in need of more food. She looked down and past her hand over the curve of her small dome of a belly, which had grown out after devouring the entire crops of the poor farmer. Said farmer was cowering in his home, waiting for the large menace to vacate the fields so he can go and work on his crops.

The dragoness, now up on her feet, stretched out her wings and shot up into the sky high above, leaving the small frightened farmer to tend to his crops. The dragon flew below the clouds, searching for any nearby kingdoms or villages that look good enough to raid. After searching for several minutes in the sky, an aroma hit the dragoness right in her nose, attracting her to its destination.

Upon landing, she found the origin of the smell. Lucky for the dragoness, she has come upon a grand kingdom in the middle of their grand festival. Such a grand festival was celebrated with all the bakers stationed around the kingdom in their stands, giving away delicious, mouth watering pastries, breads and cakes. The warm smell drifting from the pies and meeting with the dragoness's nose was enough to make her ravenous and desire such goods.

The dragon made her way to the kingdom, though considering her size she had to go on all fours as to not alert the knights that a large dragon was going to invade the kingdom. She would rather have them find out when it's too late.

As she reached the kingdom, she met with the first of many stands that littered the main street, which lead up to the castle. The citizens saw the large threat and scampered of into the alleys, looking like hoping sausages. As much as the dragoness wanted to eat them, she decided that she would rather not deal with a knight filled with vengeance, it would just ruin her day. She'll just stick to the baked goods. She grabbed a stand, which a baker jumped out of, and tipped it over her awaiting mouth, sprinkling pastries and pies into her maw, devouring them and sending them down to her already swollen gut. She gave a satisfied roar and continued her feasting.

Like a cascade of delicious baked goods, the dragoness made sure to maintain a constant stream of savory pastries flowing down to her waiting gut, filling the orb with an ever increasing number of delicacies. The hungry dragoness crawled through the streets swiftly, empting each and every stand she came across with rapid ease, making her gut swelling larger with each empty stand, and with each stand the dragoness went through, the closer she was getting to the castle, where the grand mother load awaited her.

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Meanwhile at the castle, the King was sitting proudly in his throne, having a leisure sit. He sighed comfortable as he to the night in, until a knight rudely interrupted his peace.

"Your majesty! I have horrible news! A dragon is rampaging through the kingdom! And it’s heading this way!" shouted the knight frantically.

"What? Is it killing and eating the villagers?" asked the King.

"No... just the pastries," answered the knight, a bit disappointed.

"Drats, we can't send knights after it then." said the King, cursing the unwritten rule knights have among themselves to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, the knight agreeing disappointingly.

"Oh!" the knight came up with an idea, "its an intruder, so we can shoot it with cannon balls!"

"Fantastic! And where do we keep the cannons?" the King asked, pleased with the knight’s stroke of genius.

"They're all around the border of the kingdom, your majesty." the knight answered.

"What?" the King asked shocked, now disappointed with the knight’s stroke of dimwit, "Then how did the dang dragon get inside?"

"She was sneaky, my King." The knight looked at the floor in shame.

"Damn the night sky," the King cursed, "Alright, let us go get the cannon before the dragon reaches my castle.” He order, rising from his throne and making his way to the exit.

“Honestly, what’s the worst that can happen?” asked the knight, following the King.

“She might eat my pies,” replied the King, giving the knight a look that says ‘she better fucking not!’

“Ah…” replied the knight, stopping in his tracks to marvel the large stack of baked goods and delicacies, “wait, how you know that it’s a woman?”

Meanwhile, in the terrified streets, the dragon has already gotten far into the kingdom, with already a hefty amount of delicious pastries packed into the gut. The heat of all the baked goods that the dragoness had eaten has kept her belly nice and warm while she trudged through the streets, grabbing emptying any pastry stand that stood in her way.

Her belly kept all the goods packed inside, trying to make room for the ever increasing amount of pastries that flowed into it, growing bigger at a continuous pace, creeping closer to stone ground as the dragoness continued to crawl on all four to be able to reach all the delicious goods.

After the devouring many pastries, the dragoness began to feel something anchoring her down. She rose to find that the once small dome that was her gut had now grown to a grandiose gurgling orb, pushing the scales apart as the pale green skin stretched to contain all the baked goods that she had stuffed into her maw. The gut hung low but upon touch was a bit firm. The dragoness didn’t know if this meant that she nearing her limit (which she has heard so many times when she asks what had become of her friends) or if it meant something else that is completely non-life-threatening. She decided to ignore it for now

She continued her crawl across the streets, her belly dragging on and continuing to grow rounder and heavier. As she turned a corner, she was met with a beautiful sight and an aroma to match it. At the end of the street was a grand castle, but it wasn’t a castle that dropped this dragoness’s jaw, it was the grand spectacle before it. It wasn’t a stand or a kiosk, it looked more like a grand theater, showcasing all the marvelous pie and cakes and pies and breads and pies and éclairs and pies and pies and so much pies!

The dragoness crawl towards it quickly, a huge grin on her face that spread from cheek to cheek, only to stop after she had accidentally knocked over a kiosk filled with pastries. The dragoness almost forgot of the stands and kiosks filled with delicious cakes, that littered the street between her and the grand feast at the end. Would she dare skip all these delicious cakes just so she can skip to the grand feast? Would it be worth going to end automatically instead of working towards it, devouring all these pastries as well? Could she even dare live with herself if she did slip to the end?

Hell no

The dragoness heft herself up and began making her way down the delicious path towards the grand feast finale, eating anything and everything that stood in her path. No pedestrians were left in her path as they all panicked, screamed and ran to their homes. The dragoness quickly devoured all the pastries she could find, trying to make it to the end as quickly as possible. Her gut on the other ballooned painfully, struggling to keep all the contents within despite the torture its enduring getting dragged across the floor. She continued this onslaught, on both the pastries and on her swollen gut, until she finally reached the end. She marveled it all, all the pastries and pies and cakes that the royal chef had to work tirelessly for days to bake. Sleepless days to make all these precious pastries, it was all going to be eaten within minutes. The only thing that stood in her way was a large stone arch.

Well, large compared to the humans. The dragoness debated on whether she should go over or under this arch, which made her work less for her delicious, savory feast. After much thought, she decided it would be better if she went under, or through, the arch as she would like to avoid having to carry her enormous orb of a gut over this structure. She crouched down as low as her over-pressurized belly would allow before making her way through the arch. She began sliding through easily, seeing the picture perfect feast come ever closer to her. She reached out her hand, ready to grab the first pastry that comes into reach. She felt her belly fit snug into the arch as she continued to closer to the feast, licking her lips as she prepared to taste the most savory and delicious deserts she will ever lay her taste buds on. She was almost at arm’s reach of the closest pastry, just a bit more…

I said, just a bit more…

Come on, what gives!

The dragon tried to push forward; she was so close, so very close, but she was not close enough to grab a pastry. What was going on? She felt her gut fit in comfortably, it can’t be that hard to remove. She continued to effortlessly pull her gut through the arch, which maintained firm and in place as the belly was painfully pushed through the hole with no results. The gut, thought the dragon, was wedged into the hole.

In reality, the dragoness had like more or less one third of the planetoid orb through the hole, the rest laid on the opposite end of arch pressed into the structure as her tail was left suspended in the air by the gut. It gurgled and groaned as it tried to deal with containing all of its heavily packed contents in it and with all this torture it had endured without splattering all across the street.

The dragoness tried to hypothesize a way to reach the contents the easiest way possible, because taking the easy route was working so well for her, before she heard voices behind her.

A cluster of knights had grouped up behind the dragon, wondering why the route to the castle was blocked and where this giant pale or came from.

“What the heck is this?” asked one of the knights, raising his spear up to it.

“Careful, we don’t know what it can do!” warned another frightened knight.

The first knight didn’t care for the warning and gave the large orb a sharp jab. Said jab didn’t puncture the orb but it made the dragoness roar in pain as the jabbed area opted for a more reddish shade.

“That sounded like a dragon,” remarked the first knight, before noticing the tail falling down, landing on him, and crushing him immediately.

The knights ‘oooh’ed upon seeing their fellow knight get crushed by the tail, watching as it rose back up leaving the tin canned soldier in the rubble.

“Step aside, step aside my loyal knights!” yelled a voice from the back of the crowd. It was King and his knight returning with one of the cannons. “What’s all the- whoa!” He viewed the enormous orb before him, which he figured must be the dragon wedged in the arch, and the tin can that was once one of his knights. “Damn, I’ve been gone too long.”

“My King! Have you come to rid us of this dragon? Like you have previously done in all of your epics?” asked one of the fan-girling knights.

“Indeed I have!” answered the king. “I plan on cannon balling the dragon!” He chanted, looking at the grandiose flesh balloon behind him, “Or what I can hit of it…”

“Umm.. My King, if my observations are correct and this is the large stomach of the dragon, I fear that firing at it point blank might cause it to rupture and make a real mess of the place.” informed the head-knight to the King.

“Hmm, it might…” thought the King, “But then again, you and I aren’t going to clean the mess, that’s why we have volunteers. Prepare the cannon!” One of the knights scrambled to aim the cannon at the large orb before waiting for someone to light the fuse.

The dragon on the other side of the structure, or its head if we’re going to be accurate, heard all of this and began to frantically claw at the ground, trying to pull her gut out of the arch, causing to groan loudly in protest.

The King noticed the dragon’s legs kick in the air as the tail wiggled. “The dragon is trying to escape! Quickly, light the fuse!” Another knight scampered to the base and began to light the fuse, all the while the dragon was frantically trying to escape.

“The fuse is lit!” yelled the knight, signaling the rest to take cover in the alleys as to not get any dragon meat in the armor. The dragon effortlessly tried to pull harder before feeling the painful pressure building up as the belly was being pushed up against the structure. Finally giving up, she lowered her head and covered her ears, waiting to be turned into dragon pudding by the cannon behind her.

The cannon, aimed point blank at her gut, just an inch away from the stretched skin, had it’s fuse nearing the end. Just as the spark entered the cannon and lit up the gun powder.

KABOOOM!!!

It echoed throughout the kingdom, a desperate roar of fear followed by an earsplitting explosion. The knights emerged from the alleys, watching the cloud of smoke bellow from where the cannon and the huge orb once stood. The cannon laid jammed into the side of a house on the opposite side of the street.

King wondered why the street was still clean, before he had a thought creep up on him. The explosion! The explosion of the cannon sent all the mess to… “Oh no!” He ran up to the destroyed arch and watched as the smoke cleared only to be met with a horrible view.

It wasn’t castle, which stood high and clean as it always did, but what lay before the front gates of the castle that frightened him. It was the dragon, it was still there! Whole and stuffed with its over burdened gut, the shade of red now spreading all across the gut as marks crept up from beneath the scales. The King, his face a darker red than the orb before him, stood there fuming before finally yelling at the top of his lungs and running to the opposite direction frantically.

“Where are going?” asked one of the knights.

“I’m getting another cannon!!!” he yelled, now a considerable distance from the befuddled knights.

The knights turned back at the dragon, now noticing the loud moans coming from the over-pressurized gut and the menacing groan that’s building up from within. The dragon fell ill in her stomach. Her gut felt bad, groaning loudly. Her belly felt like it was ready to blow.