Far off in the East, beyond the reaches of Duloc, through the Enchanted Forest and past the

swamp, and then across a barren desert and many strange hills…there you will find the Black

Castle. It was as ominous a place as one would expect; terrible smoke half-shrouded it, rising

from a pool of lava that served as a moat, the castle itself seated upon an “island” of dark rock at

the top of a craggy, lonely mountain. A rickety bridge stretched from the castle and over the

crimson, sputtering lake of liquid fire to the sulfur-scented shore on the other side. The castle

itself was as bleak and terrible as one could imagine; like a patch of sour midnight that had never

been swept away by the Sun. The craggy spires and towers made it seem like a second mountain

on its own; it was certainly larger than any castle mortal man could fathom.

It had to be, in order to house its owner, and all she laid claim to.

In the smog-smothered skies above the Black Castle, scavenging crows circled for miles, twining

around each other as their brackish caws broke through the sky. They would swoop down into

the castle from time to time…feasting on whatever scraps of dead flesh remained from the many

who had ventured into the haunted-looking palace in the past. One crow had just flapped its way

out of one shattered window of the battered castle, a charred scrap of carrion in its beak. It

croaked as another crow swooped at it, trying to get at the food…and the crow barely managed

to evade its rival. Another croaking noise – almost like a laugh – came from its beak as it glanced

back to make sure it wasn’t being followed…

…Then, as it turned back, it let out a squawk as it was nearly knocked out of the sky by

something much larger, the scrap of burned flesh dropping from its beak as the (compared to a

crow) huge beast rushed past.

The beastly something was a dragon…but not the dragon you may be thinking of, dear reader.

This dragon was named Volt Stream – Volt, for short. He was exceptionally small, as dragons

go; still larger than an average human being – more than eight feet from snout to tail tip – but

quite puny, as far as dragons go: his specific species never grew especially massive, so this did

not bother him. He was pigmented largely in a deep, rich shade of blue, but with a golden-orange

underbelly, horns, and wing membranes. His eyes were the same hue, and – like with most

dragons – they glowed dimly in the dark.

Volt had traveled far, practically from the other side of the land, at the edge of the Western

border where his kind were more plentiful. His heart was beating in his chest as he paws, wings

beating to allow him to hover before the awful Black Castle. A smile was on his face, almost

despite himself, as he looked the huge castle over, and sniffed the air.

He rumbled pleasantly: beyond the stench of brimstone and decay, he could detect the faintest

odor…a familiar aroma.

Another dragon.

A much LARGER dragon.

Volt grinned excitedly, rubbing his foreclaws together before shooting his way down towards the

castle’s ash-lined courtyard. He had long heard the stories of the Dragon of the Black Castle –

larger than any of his kind…in fact, possibly the largest dragon in all the land. The thought of

being able to finally meet and see such a truly tremendous being was filling him with a sort of

anxious, nervous delight.

“I’ve finally made it,” he whispered to himself, as he touched down carefully, being sure to keep

as quiet as possible lest he give off the impression of being a threat. He glanced around, but

could see no sign of the magnificent beast. He sniffed the air…and began to follow his nose in

the direction the draconic scent came from.

Numerous skeletons littered the grounds; many of them were burnt, and nearly all of them were

broken, but some were disturbingly clean, as if the flesh had been boiled off them. Volt should

have been disturbed, but he really wasn’t: he was a dragon himself, and he had a good idea of the

different kinds of fates these would-be warriors had faced, from those who looked to have been

bitten in half, to those whose busted armor indicated a LOT of weight had slammed down onto

them. Indeed, every sign of carnage only made him more eager, his spiked tail whisking behind

him as he picked up his pace, all but trotting through the Castle.

Would she be as majestic as he always imagined? Would she be everything he’d dreamed of,

everything he’d thought? To him, this was like going to meet a celebrity: hoping against hope he

made a good impression, and that they would not disappoint him in his loyalty. A potent blend of

trepidation and eagerness filled his veins, humming through him as he ascended a flight of

crooked stone stairs. He sniffed the air again…then paused, as the sound of jangling metal came

to his earholes.

Volt scowled, wondering if some naughty adventurer was daring to steal from HIS idol…but a

sniff of the air told him otherwise. His eyes widened as he realized the sound was courtesy OF

said idol, and he scampered across the ground towards the huge door ahead of him…

…Only to yowl as – with an indescribable crumbling, cracking sound – the floor beneath his feet

abruptly collapsed; the Black Castle was old and battle-scarred, and clearly some of the supports

had given way. Volt hit the ground and rolled across it, grunting and gasping as he tumbled

along the stone floor…

…Then, finally, he came to a halt.

The blue dragon coughed and choked on dust from the debris, growling and shaking his head to

clear it as he unsteadily rose to his feet. He blinked a few times…then, alertness returned in full,

eyes nearly bugging from his skull at what he saw.

Curiosity and anticipation enticed, the blue dragon crept froward, closer and closer to the

sight…and half hid himself cautiously behind a pillar. He blinked as he looked into the room

beyond.

Volt had found himself in what he recognized instantly as a treasure room; a hoard. A virtual

nest of glittering coins and glimmering bejeweled baubles were piled everywhere. The room was

lit with torches; a broken chain indicated that a chandelier had once hung in the wide round

room, but at some point had been broken away. In contrast to the rest of the castle, everything

here was polished and spotless, from silver suits of armor to ancient weapons, not to mention the

colorful tapestries hung on the walls. It was no wonder so many slayers and bandits had come

here: even if the myths of the mysterious princess were not known (idly, Volt looked up through

the hole in the “ceiling” above, and noted no light in the Highest Room of the Tallest Tower), the

promise of such a bounty was quite tantalizing on its own terms, especially to humans.

Volt, however, didn’t care at all for the silver and gold or anything else of mortal value stacked

within the chamber. All he cared about was the owner of the Black Castle.

All he cared about…was the Dragon.

She was even larger than he had imagined: bigger in height than an elephant, and with a length

that could put some whales to shame. Her scales were largely a rich reddish-purple tone, which

faded into a fleshy pink as it moved to her ribbed underbelly. Ebony spikes trailed along the back

of her neck, down across her tail, while ivory ones framed her jowls. Not that Volt could get a

very good look at her head and face: at that moment, the larger dragon was facing away from

him.

This led to perhaps the most prominent trait of the Dragon in Volt’s mind: her weight. There was

no sugarcoating it, the Dragon was FAT: even from where he stayed, Volt could tell that her

belly was very round and massive, wobbling slightly with every slight move or gesture she

made. He blushed as his attention was drawn to something he could get a much clearer look at,

however: the Dragon’s backside. Her rump was huge enough to crush two or three horses

without ever leaving a sign they’d been there at all. A massively plump pair of flanks jiggled and

bounced as she shifted her weight, grunting and chomping as he realized she was feeding

herself…devouring something out of his eyesight.

Volt sighed dreamily as he stared lovestruck at that giant fanny; he imagined, dimly, how much

bigger it might be after the Dragon finished her feast…and it took him a few moments to realize,

hypnotized by that swaying, bobbing tush, that she had stopped moving or eating.

He blinked…and finally saw the face of the Dragon peering back over her shoulder. Her eyes

were an acid green color, and she had dolled up her scaly face with lipstick and mascara. Her

jaws were long and wide enough to swallow a man whole…

…Or a VERY small dragon.

Volt gulped as the lips of those jaws peeled back, revealing two rows of VERY sharp, off-white

fangs in an angry snarl.

Volt gulped nervously and waved shyly.

“Oh, dear,” he whispered to himself, as the monster just growled louder. “Shouldn’t have been

staring at a girl so much…”

How the Dragon came by her feast was irrelevant information. Perhaps she stole it; perhaps she

conjured it herself with some magical item in her hoard; perhaps she simply ordered out.

In this universe – ye who read this know which one it is – White Castle was probably literally a

White Castle that served delicious, meaty treats. Anything was possible.

Whatever the case, the food engrossed the Dragon’s attention, and for good reason: she was

MISERABLE. Nearly a month had gone by since the charming, flattering Donkey had come to

her castle and stolen her cold, black heart. Warmth and affection she’d never experienced in two

centuries of living had filled her to her core…only to be snatched away by the smelly, bad-

tasting ogre. Not only had that green-skinned goon swiped away her first true love, he’d even put

her out of a proper job by taking the Princess!

The Dragon had eventually pulled herself free from her captivity of the chandelier collar, and

had scoured the land…every day, she left her castle and flew far and wide, seeking her Donkey.

Seeking her lost love. No luck yet. Every day had left her a little more heartbroken than the next,

as she began to realize that no one would ever want her…that the only one who had ever seen

her true beauty had disappeared forever.

And so it was that the Dragon turned to one of the few things that could give her any real

comfort: food. Her size was not for nothing; many brave (and cowardly) souls had met their

gruesome ends within her ravenous guts. She was ALWAYS hungry, and the stress and sadness

that filled her mind left her particularly gluttonous: eating was one of the few things that could

take her mind off her pain.

It was hard to feel sad when you were stuffing your face.

Meat of all kinds was the menu for that day. A dozen steaks, two dozen hamburgers, sixteen

chicken wraps, four racks of ribs, a few pork chops, two fat hambones, some bratwurst on buns,

a trio of roast turkeys, a whole pot full of lamb stew, a goat meat roast, seven ham sandwiches

with Swiss cheese on sourdough, a leg of mutton, and a supersized three meat pizza (pepperoni,

ground sausage, and bacon) were all spread out before her on a MASSIVE table she had dragged

into her lair…not to mention a platter of cookies, a gallon of ice cream, and some assorted fudge

squares.

Hey. Even dragons could have a sweet tooth.

A huge barrel of hot buttered cider had been pulled free from the Black Castle cellars for

imbibement. By the time her unknown visitor was walking through her darkened hall of singed

carcasses, Dragon had begun to eat. She chomped through her dinner with slobby abandon,

tossing the roasted turkeys into her mouth and crunching them with unpleasant snapping and

crunching sounds as her teeth sliced through the crisply cooked skin and broke the bones of the

well-prepared poultry. Her neck rippled, a bulge descending her long neck, thick as a tree trunk,

before vanishing behind her heavy chest, as he swallowed the sandwiches whole.

She was lapping up the last of the lamb stew, slurping the thick broth mixed with meat and

carrots into her jaws, when she heard a rattle of coins being disturbed…followed by a light, airy

sigh. The Dragon froze…and licked her teeth, wiping her muzzle clean on one forearm before

frowning and glancing back over her shoulder, wondering what was going on.

Bat-like ears pricked up…then folded back again as she reacted first in surprise, then anger, at

the sight of another dragon. A tiny one, mind you – not all that much bigger than those

verminous knights that seemed to go so well with paprika – but another dragon all the same. She

snarled softly, catching the small fry’s attention; territorial instinct kicked into gear…and

became mixed with insult when she realized the puny thing was staring at her derriere!

Not that Dragon blamed him – she DID have a nice butt, even if she did think so herself – but

still, trespassing AND perversely peeping? Did this runt have ANY manners?!

As the blue one waved shyly, Dragon let out a ROAR of anger, and forgot her feast for a

moment as she whirled about, her tail whipping out to try and slam into the smaller drake. The

runt dodged the swipe with a yelp, flapping his wings frantically.

“H-Hey!” the blue runt cried out. “Hold on! Wait! I was just-GAH!”

His words were cut off as the Dragon grabbed hold of her tiny “cousin’s” tail, lifting the smaller

member of her kind upwards, dangling him high over her head. She grimaced and growled at

him as he curled slightly in submission, not even flapping his wings to try and escape.

The blue dragon gulped as he found himself staring into those furious emerald eyes, which

seemed to stab into his soul like shards of shattered green glass. He gulped nervously and gave a

disarming smile.

“Uh…h-hello,” he peeped, timidly. “My…my name is Volt. What’s yours?”

Dragon just narrowed her eyes and growled out something in dragonspeak. Volt blinked.

“How can I speak like a knight?” he reiterated, then shrugged. “I was taught. Went to school

with some of my kind, I learned English there. You, uh…y-you don’t mind, do you?”

Dragon huffed through her nostrils, a plume of smoke billowing into Volt’s face; it didn’t matter

what language he used. It didn’t matter what his name was, either. He was wandering around

HER territory, and even though he was but a small drake, this was inexcusable: when a dragon

wandered into another dragon’s territory without permission, that was a penalty of death among

her kind.

This little bug could say whatever he wanted to her stomach.

With this thought in mind, Dragon opened her jaws wide. Volt gasped sharply as he stared into

the dark, fleshy chasm; drool oozed, stretching between her jagged fangs as her tongue flicked

and twitched, as if beckoning him into the humid, foul-smelling chamber of her maw…

…Volt blushed and shivered a bit.

“Wait…hey…w-wait, WAIT!” he shouted urgently, as the larger monster began to lower him

into her jaws. “Don’t eat me! Please! DON’T EAT ME TILL I TELL YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL

YOU ARE!”

That desperate shout got the Dragon’s attention. She let out a curious, almost birdlike sound and

stopped…then pulled Volt away from her jaws, shutting her mouth and blinking surprise; long

lashes flickered over the green optic orbs for a moment as she cocked her head to one side.

Volt sighed with relief and smiled.

“Uh…heh heh…I g-guess I’d better explain myself,” he said, then paused, biting his lip before

checking: “Um…c-could you put me down before I say more? I…it’s a little dizzying, dangling

upside-down like this.”

The Dragon gave him a bored look.

“…Thaaat’s a no, okay, gotcha,” he mumbled, and cleared his throat before going on: “Ahem!

Like I said, I’m called Volt. I…I came because I had heard you were the largest and most proud

female dragon in all of the land. Y-Your kind once visited my home, a century ago, and it was

said that even then, you were several times bigger than even the largest of my species”

He looked Dragon up and down and smiled wider.

“I thought…I thought some of those stories were exaggerations, but now that I look at you…they

were understatements! You’re…you’re GORGEOUS!”

Dragon just stared. That familiar warmth writhed in her heart; the same feeling she’d felt from

that sweet donkey…in fact, even better. Now, one of her own kind was the one dispensing the

flattery…and she could SMELL the enthusiasm on this puny treat…

“Absolutely breathtaking!” added Volt, eagerly but without any degree of falseness. “You’re

so…so BIG! Your belly…your thighs, your hips…I’ve always…always had a thing for big

girls…”

He blushed before going on: “You’re just the biggest I’ve ever seen, in any way. And…and this

place you live in? It’s magnificent!”

Dragon looked around with a slight curl of her lips, and raised an eyebrow at Volt, sounding

skeptical.

“Oh, come on, I’m a dragon too, I can enjoy the decadent style,” Volt snorted with a roll of his

eyes. “It’s just like you: big and grand and dangerous and…and…and WONDERFUL!”

He then looked pointedly into the larger dragon’s eyes.

“Your face…you have such a huge, strong, but beautiful face…your eyes are like jade

sculptures, and that breath of yours…I can smell it from here…”

Dragon looked about ready to eat him again.

“It’s good!” insisted Volt. “I…I actually…”

He blushed more.

“…I like it. It’s…it’s the breath of a successful predator…I find that…well…attractive.”

Dragon didn’t know what to say. She was…startled. Startled and…happy. Yes. Happy. She

hadn’t ever had a guy tell her she was attractive before. Even that Donkey hadn’t been this eager;

he’d actually tried to get away from her after a time! But here was a fellow dragon…a small,

cute one at that; barely a toy in her grasp…telling her that she was the biggest, most beautiful

beast he’d ever seen in the world. Suddenly, she didn’t feel insulted by how much he’d been

ogling her…

…Suddenly…she wanted to smile. So she did. A bit bashfully. A keening sound came from her

as she batted her eyes coquettishly. Volt grinned and nodded exuberantly.

“Yes! I really mean it!” he insisted. “In fact I…I, um…”

He bit his lip and squirmed a bit where he dangled, wings fluttering.

“…I…I wanted to…to come here so I could…could serve you.”

Dragon’s smile fell; her ears pricked up as she looked even more surprised than before. She

rumbled something out in dragon speak, pointing to herself curiously with her other claw and

tilting her head.

“Yeah, serve you!” nodded Volt. “I’ve…I’ve always had this…well…this fantasy of serving a

bigger, stronger, better being…of getting to…to see them up close and personal and

just…staying with them. I could be…y-your pet, or…your toy, or…I dunno, s-someone to help

keep all this treasure nice and shiny, just…”

HE gulped nervously and smiled a bit toothily.

“…Maybe…m-maybe I could…be yours?” he peeped.

The Dragon was flabbergasted, more speechless than ever. Her mouth opened and closed a few

times, but no sound – not even a growl – came out. This was…kind of an insane situation, even

for her and her world. It just…didn’t quite feel real.

But…the blue one – Volt – DID look cute (partially because he was so tiny), and he seemed

eager to please…slowly, her eyes slid to a half-lidded position, as a smirk painted her face and

she rumbled thoughtfully, deep in her chest. Perhaps…she didn’t have to eat this one.

Not yet, anyway.

Perhaps…just perhaps…

Volt let out a “meep!” – a decidedly non-draconic noise – as the dragon’s huge, pink tongue

slapped free and slathered across him. She growled deeply and licked her lips…before giving

him a playful wink.

Volt smiled loopily.

“Heh heh…is…is that a yes?”

Dragon chuckled and shrugged, then set him back down on the floor with a rumble. Volt blinked

as he was set down, cocking his own azure head as his orange eyes glistened.

“That depends?” he repeated in English. “Depends on what…um…Mistress? Can I…would you

like me to call you that?”

The Dragon grinned wider, now showing her teeth, and nodded, indicating that would be fine.

She then grumbled something else out, causing Volt to tilt his head in the other direction.

“You say…it depends on what I say to the next question,” he murmured, and sat up on his

haunches, expression inquisitive. “Please, ask, Mistress!”

Dragon let out a deep, rumbling sound; it thrummed through the floor, the ground quaking ever

so slightly under Volt’s talons. He gulped nervously, not quite sure how to react to the

dragonspeak he was hearing.

“…Do I…want to…see a show?” he repeated slowly. “I mean…I guess so, Mistress. What kind

of show? Do you have a theater here, or…?”

He trailed off, blue scales turning faintly pink as the Dragon leaned her huge head down closer

and waggled her eyebrows seductively.

“…Oh,” he peeped. “Um…y-yes, please…”

Dragon chuckled deeply; a few puffs of smoke left her mouth as she did, but naturally, Volt

didn’t mind. That was natural among their kind. The magenta-toned female winked one huge

eyebrow and pursed her lips in a kissy-face expression, making Volt fidget a bit as she then rose

to her full, tremendous height, hauling herself up onto her hind legs. Her shadow fell across the

smaller drake; long and heavy, as massive as she herself was. If Volt had been a dragon with

visible ears, they would have folded back, all while his heart began to beat out a staccato rhythm

in his chest.

Dragon rumbled deeply, a dominant, sultry smile on her face as she jutted out her huge, fat belly;

she growled with pleasure as her “guest” only seemed to her more worshipfully than before. She

hummed in approval…and licked her lips thoughtlessly as she began to move her paws over her

fleshy, fatty belly. Her gut rumbled, working over the thick stew of food within, while also still

demanding MORE to satisfy its near-endless hunger. She stroked her fingertips over it in a coy,

teasing manner…then gave it a few firm pats. Her gut wobbled and jiggled at her touch, a deep

“gluborsh” noise sounding out from within the gastric chamber beyond her scaly hide and

heaving adipose. She tucked her hands under her belly, lifting it up and then letting it bounce.

She giggled as she saw Volt start to sway where he sat.

“It’s…so perfect,” he whispered out, perhaps without even knowing he was speaking. “You…y-

you have every right to be proud of your girth, Mistress…I don’t think there’s ever been a

dragon as…as FABULOUS as you…”

Dragon twittered out a laugh and waved a claw in a dismissive, playful way…then, her smile

became smokey and seductive once more as she grabbed a roll of fat on her gut and gave it a

shake. The jostling worked up a pocket of gas, and with her free hand, she thumped her

chest…before erupting in a heavy, loud, booming belch, which echoed through the treasure trove

and filled the air with the rotten stink of digesting meat.

“BRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAA

AAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPK!”

Dragon blushed and gave her guest a shamefaced look…which quickly changed to one of

delighted surprise when she found Volt wagging his tail like a dog, laughing and clapping his

foreclaws.

“That was a good one!” he cheered. “Mistress, you’re so talented; I never knew!”

Dragon smiled wider yet. Yep: she liked this cute little drake. He was a keeper.

With a crooning sound, Dragon reached down and picked Volt up; this time, she handled him

more carefully, lifting him like a small doll in one hand as the other kneaded into her belly

blubber. Volt did not struggle, not even as Dragon lifted him up to her face once more…not even

as she opened her jaws before him…

…And certainly not when she let out another burp – even louder and smellier than the first –

point-blank into his face…and, indeed, all over him in general.

“GWWWUUUUUHHHHHAAAAAAAAAARR

RRRRRUUUUUURRRRRRRRRLLLLLLP!”

Volt flinched as the blast blew some loose scales off his hide…then smiled a crooked, loopy

smile, practically with spirals in his eyes, as the eruption rang in his ears, subtly inhaling the

lingering stink. Dragon giggled, her thick body jiggling with mirth, and smiled impishly at the

smaller drake’s expression as she let out a low sound.

“…Yes…I…enjoyed that very much, Mistress,” Volt slowly slurred. “Your gas is…amazing…”

Dragon smirked, raising an eyebrow, her own huge tail now beginning to swish. She’d never met

someone this into her gluttony before…she wondered what else the odd little male would be into.

Well, she figured with a shrug, no better time to find out.

Dragon waddled back to where her meal was waiting…but she didn’t start eating right away.

Instead, she bent down, and carefully set Volt down on the ground. Dragon then gestured and let

out a deep growl, indicating she wanted the drake to lie upon his back. Volt was confused,

curious, and a little anxious, not sure what to expect…but he had promised to serve, and wanted

to behave, so he obeyed.

“What…what is this about?” he asked as he shifted to a semi-comfortable spot on the treasure-

covered floor.

He got his answer soon enough: with a resounding THOOM that shook the keep, Dragon

dropped down onto all fours…and Volt went wide-eyed, his breath hitching, as she began to

buck up towards him. He stared as if starstruck as that same enormous rump he had been ogling

now began to move closer and closer, hovering directly over him; even from the floor of the lair,

he could feel the warmth of that huge bottom radiating into him…trembling as he saw all those

pounds of plumpness shake and wobble…

Dragon paused as she held her rear above him…then glanced back over her shoulder with a

devilish smirk, giving Volt a teasing wink…before – WHUMPH! – her giant butt dropped down

onto him like a meteor.

“MMMPH!”

Dragon snickered to herself as she sat upon her fatty haunches; she rumbled, wiggling her big

tush to get comfortable before her oversized dinner table. The beast sighed; she could feel her

new little plaything being ground down upon with every little motion of her thick hips, which

she patted with pride. His dragon scales – tougher than any human armor – would keep him from

being totally crushed by her fat butt…but in the meantime, he’d make a nice little booty warmer.

With this thought in mind – a rumble in her belly – the Dragon decided it was time to get back to

her feast, as she clapped her foreclaws together, wings twitching as she reached down (she heard

a muffled moan under her as her weight shifted) and grabbed the platter on which she had placed

the wraps. She lifted it up, and dumped all of the wraps into her mouth at once, before clamping

her jaw shut. She carelessly tossed the platter aside – it clattered back into the hoard piles where

it belonged – and grunted as she began to chew…

GRUM, GRUM, GRUM…GUUULLLP!

As the titanic female finished off the wraps, she moved on to the ham bones, tossing them into

her mouth and once again crunching straight through the bony centers as she rumbled with

pleasure. She now ate more slowly and with a smile on her face; she was feeling far better! This

did not mean she ate any more politely, however, as she ripped apart the bratwurst next, tossing

the sausages into her mouth and chomping them noisily into masticated mush, the bread and the

meat almost indistinguishable from each other by the time she sent them rolling down her gullet

into the waiting vat of her belly.

All the while, as the feminine dragon feasted, her “servant” remained trapped under her bum.

Needless to say, given the differences in size between not just Volt and the other Dragon, but

even simply between him and her massive arse, he was absolutely and completely hidden from

sight. The blue-and-orange drake was stuck between rock and a VERY SOFT place, all light

eliminated as he was kept firmly under her beefy booty. Breathing was difficult; the air was thin

and tainted with the faint odor of the Dragon herself…which, to be fair, was not an especially

unpleasant odor to Volt. Volt feebly tried to keep the fat rolls of his idol’s voluptuous curves

away from his face…but the more he struggled, the more he seemed to sink into the fat. His head

spun; he felt almost dizzy as his oxygen supply was steadily pressed out of him, the flab

drooping between his claws and smushing down onto him. At least everything was warm, given

the mixture of the natural temperature of the magma-encircled castle and the Dragon’s equally

natural body heat…indeed, for some creatures, the heat might have been nigh-unbearable, but for

one such as Volt, it was just a little warmer than usual.

The weight was really the key problem the pint-sized dragon was struggling with. So many

pounds, TONS, even, were pressing down over him…only his anatomy could keep him from

being flattened or near-instantly suffocated. Even the slightest, most careless little motion of

Dragon’s fat ass would make Volt gasp and squeal from the immense weight shifting atop him as

it pinned him in place. He tried to squirm, but the weight soon left his limbs numb. It became

harder and harder to fight back; above him, the muffled sound of chewing and gulping and even

a few more raunchy belches filtered down through the fat…some of the eruptions were so

massive, Dragon’s buttocks actually vibrated slightly from the force…or perhaps that was the

floor…or both. Either way, it made Volt groan…and not totally from discomfort. Dragon giggled

as she could easily sense the warmth radiating off her little toy; she could literally feel his blush.

Dragon gorged, and Volt struggled…it was only when his squirming slowed to a stop that the

giant-sized female finally lifted her rump off of him, all while in the process of slurping up the

meat from the bones of some cattle ribs. She carelessly tossed the rib bones away, letting them

clatter on the floor as they sailed out into the hall beyond her treasure chamber. She nudged Volt

with her tailtip, but he only writhed a bit, eyes closed: he’d passed out from lack of air under the

enormous butt of the monster. Dragon smirked, a strange look of affection on her face as Volt

actually shivered and curled slightly in the absence of the warmth from above, like a child

curling up for warmth when their blanket is removed.

The female cooed, and suckled some meat juice from her claws…then smacked her lips as she

reached out and gently lifted Volt up from the floor, scooping him up in her foreclaws. She

cocked her head from side to side, nudging him with her thumb-talons…but all he did was let out

a soft laugh in his sleep, as if her ministrations were simply tickling him.

Dragon hummed thoughtfully, and lounged back, coins ringling and jingling as she disturbed the

many mounds of treasure in her hoard. She placed Volt upon her rounded tub of a gut, and

scratched at the underside of her jaw, trying to decide how to wake up her new little friend…

GRRRRRMMMMLLLLLLLGP…

A deep, bubbling burble from her belly – so gassy and so loud, it actually made her gut vibrate –

answered her. Dragon smirked, and her cheeks bulged as she repressed the filthy burp, holding it

in her mouth…

“HHHMMMMMRRRRRRRLLLLLLLMMMMPH…phoosh.”

…Before blowing the residual gases right in Volt’s sleeping face.

Volt gagged and coughed, eyes tearing up as he jolted awake. His hostess giggled and crooned as

he nearly flopped off her belly, but a quick and careful motion of one of her claws kept him in

place. Volt wheezed even as he gave an unsteady smile up at the Dragon.

“I’m…s-sorry…for falling asleep,” he cheeped, more like a little bird than a small-scaled drake.

He seemed legitimately embarrassed.

Dragon rolled her eyes and waved a claw dismissively…while the other carefully rested over

Volt, hugging him to her bell. Volt smiled a bit wider, extending his arms as he was pressed into

the fatty surface, sinking a bit into the doughy dome of scaly flesh. He gently ran his claws up

and down along the sides of the bigger monster’s belly.

Dragon let out a sound not unlike a cat’s purr, and closed her eyes, enjoying the tummy rubs.

Volt chuckled and let out a happy rumble of his own; far lighter, given his smaller size.

“You, uh…you like that, huh?”

Dragon opened one eye and gave him a pout.

“Um…do you like that, Mistress?” corrected Volt.

Dragon smiled, sniffed somewhat snootily, and nodded. She removed her claw from over Volt’s

back, and scratched at the side of her huge, fat stomach. Volt responded by beginning to rub her

belly more vigorously, his own claws forming wide, smooth circles over the blubbery expanse of

her middle. Dragon sighed – a jet of flame streaking to the ceiling with the depth of her

exhalation – and lounged back a bit more, wiggling to get comfortable. Volt chuckled more

loudly and scratched at her belly like she was a huge dog.

“Awwww…does Mistress like it when I hit that spot?” he couldn’t help but tease. “Does she?

Huh?”

Dragon growled deeply, but not with irritation; this was evident from the way one of her legs

kicked impulsively. Volt’s chuckles became a full, merry laugh, and he smiled up at the huge

beast.

“I can keep rubbing your belly while you eat, if you want,” he offered, thumbing towards the

meal Dragon was still enjoying.

Dragon nodded, and reached for the steaks, dumping them all onto her tongue. Her teeth

shredded the meat into ribbons as she began to chew, humming happily as the juices and spices

flowed back into her throat and tickled her tummy with their taste.

As Dragon chewed up and swallowed her food, soon moving on from the steaks to the burgers,

and then to the pork chops, Volt continued to rub her belly. He scratched and kneaded, massaged

and caressed, stroked and prodded; he did everything he could to ensure that his idol had the

proper treatment her mighty gut deserved. The warmth of her belly was even greater than that of

her big butt, and now he could enjoy it without fear of suffocation…at least at the moment. He

was afraid she might press his face into her pudge, and that would certainly smother him.

Dragon, however, was done trying to take Volt’s breath away in the literal sense…but the way

she just continued to cram her face full of meat certainly managed it figuratively. She tossed the

goat meat roast down her gullet without a care in the world; she slurped away any stray speckles

of juice that spattered her lips, and as she began to flick slices of pizza into her mouth, two-by-

two, she would BURP and BELCH without an ounce of shame, never excusing herself

or stopping to take much of a breath between courses. Volt was finding it rather difficult to keep

focused on his task of tending to the mighty beast’s bountiful belly when watching her feast was

so…enticing.

So much food was dropping into Dragon’s gut, yet her belly was so great, so globular, it barely

seemed to make the slightest dent. She could feel the food filling her, but it barely made any

impact on her greedy girth. Volt got an earful, however: the Dragon’s stomach churned and

groaned with the mechanical volume of an enormous factory vat. He could hear the food being

swirled about, and closed his eyes as he petted near the upper curve of his idol’s swollen belly:

he could almost imagine himself in there…squeezed by the mighty muscle walls…being stirred

up with the thick, soupy mush that remained from everything that dropped down into her strong

gastric juices. He could hear the acids fizzle and froth as the squelching muscles worked to break

their cargo down into a nourishing slop.

He shivered, mouthing the word “perfection” to himself, but saying nothing aloud.

Dragon eventually finished off all the meat. She hiccupped once – HIC! – then sighed before

hiccupping a second time, following it up with a short, blasting burp – HIC-UUURRRP!

Grunting, she scratched at her chest, then reached for her dessert dishes. She started with the ice

cream, dumping the whole gallon into her mouth. Dragon actually rather like ice cream; her

natural heat made it melt quickly, and the cool, creamy fluid pouring down her gullet so easily

and so smoothly left her purring more than ever.

The lady of the castle (for, scaly, fire-breathing, man-and-beast-eating creature though she was,

that WAS what Dragon could be titled) hummed deep in her chest, ears flicking at the sounds

coming from deep within her own broiling gut. She smacked and licked her chops, eyeing the

remains of her feast: only the cookies and the fudge were left. After brief bit of pondering, she

began to reach for the former…

…Then paused. She blinked twice…then, with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye, she smiled

towards Volt, who was all but snuggling her gut. Her tail thumped the ground with joy at her

little idea, and she plucked up the platter of cookies – all chocolate chip.

Then – holding the platter between her thumb and forefinger, for it was so small, that’s all she

could manage – she nudged the little blue drake with its edge.

“Hm?” Volt sighed out through his nose, a dreamy look on his face…which changed to a more

alert expression when he noticed he was being handed the plate of cookies.

“Oh! Thank you, Mistress!” he chirruped, and plucked one off the plate, preparing to eat it…but

a petulant-sounding growl from the larger monster stopped him just before he could take a bite.

Volt looked from Dragon’s scowling face, to the platter, to the cookie in his hand…and smiled

apologetically as he cautiously flipped the cookie back onto the plate. Dragon smiled, placated,

and nudged him again…then pointed into her open mouth with one of her free talons.

“Ohhhhhh!” Volt exclaimed, and grinned, moving into a sitting position as he scooted forward

slightly and took the platter. “I understand. I’ll be happy to feed you the last of your feast!

Um…one at a time?”

Dragon nodded, and closed her big, green, glowing eyes before opening her vast maw up. Her

tongue flicked, almost as if beckoning to the smaller scaly critter. Volt nodded back, and plucked

up one of the chocolate chip cookies. His wings tensed as he closed one eye, gauging his

aim…then tossed the cookie into Dragon’s mouth.

SNAP! Grulp.

The swallow was so small and so slick, Volt almost didn’t hear it; what was one measly cookie

to a Dragon that could swallow men whole and down entire squadrons if she so chose? Even this

platter would likely mean nothing to her terrific belly, and that was after she’d downed enough

meat to feed two whole packs of white wargs.

Indulgence. That’s all this was: pure, pointless indulgence.

And Volt loved her for it.

So he did not complain as – one by one – he continued to pitch cookies into her gaping,

salivating maw. Sometimes she would gulp them down immediately, as she had the first…other

times, she would wait for him to pitch two or three before swallowing, though it made little

difference. As the game of toss-and-gobble continued, Volt fancied he could HEAR the cookies

slithering down her pulsing, rippling esophagus, and plopping into the organic smelter of her

stomach sac…but he dismissed that as fancy, with a shake of his horned head. He could barely

hear the meat dropping into place as she tore it apart. A bunch of crumbly cookies was nothing at

all.

Still…he could imagine it.

And enjoy it.

The cookies were finished almost before either draconic creature realized it…but that didn’t faze

either of them one bit. Volt let the empty platter fall; it dropped off the belly, clanging and

clattering down, onto and into the treasure trove with all the other silver collected there. At the

same time, Dragon picked up the last dish on her dinner table, her tail carelessly shoving the

barren table away as she offered it with an unusually sweet, loving smile to Volt, who returned

the female’s gaze with a look of admiration and adoration as he accepted the dish.

The last part of the feast, naturally, was the fudge. Dragon opened her mouth; she was breathing

more heavily, wisps of steam (or perhaps very delicate smoke) drifted from the blackness at the

back of her maw. Clearly, she was truly starting to feel full, little moaning noises coming from

her throbbing chest. Volt could hear the roar of her stomach deep below, beyond that all-

consuming darkness, and it made his own tail quiver.

But even as he shuddered with pleasure…a sneaky sort of smile slashed its way across Volt’s

scaly lips. While not a single thing he’d told Dragon had been untrue, he had an ulterior goal

with his visit here. Omission was not TECHNICALLY lying, right?

Right.

It was time to put his secret plan into action; he’d studied the charm carefully before coming

here, and now that it was the final course, he could put things into motion. So, Volt lifted one

fudge square…but instead of tossing it in right away, he held it to his face, and mumbled

something under his breath in Latin…

“Aperta Appetitus.”

Then, very quickly, Volt tossed the first of the fudge squares in.

SNAP! Grulp.

It was treated no differently than any other piece of food…and Dragon was none the wiser as her

new servant grinned and cackled to himself before continuing to toss the fudge squares into her

mouth. They came in all sorts of flavors: peanut butter, bubble gum, raspberry ripple, dark

chocolate…

She would never have picked up even the slightest hint of magical essence on her tastebuds,

distracted by the flavors.

The fudge squares did not take long to finish up; there were less of them than the cookies. Volt

prepared to toss the last one in…but Dragon, who had just gulped down the penultimate sweet

swiftly, held up a claw and shook her head. Volt frowned in confusion…but when she waved her

hand in a “go ahead” motion, he understood.

“Aww…thank you!” he exclaimed, and tossed the last of the fudge squares (peppermint

flavored) into his mouth. A happy rumble came from the smaller drake as he chewed a few time,

all while Dragon watched on, smiling with deep affection. To her, the smaller drake looked truly

adorable when he ate…

Once Volt finished off the last of the fudge pieces, Dragon decided she needed to wash down her

meal. She grabbed the barrel of cider she had selected…and with a snarl, smashed it open with

her free fist. At her size, she could easily hold the entire barrel like a pint-sized mug. She

smirked and held it up, as if in toast. Volt had no cup, but smiled and gave her a salute of his

own. Dragon huffed through her nose – a single mushroom-shaped puff of black smoke drifted to

the ceiling – and then tipped her head back before bringing the barrel to her lips and beginning to

chug down the fizzing, tart cider.

GLUG, GLUG, GLUG…!

Volt lay on his own belly as he placed his ear to Dragon’s stomach; her throat rippled and bulged

with the fluid rushing down her gullet rapidly. It sounded like a roaring river, cascading into her

wet, foul belly like a waterfall onto a bunch jagged rocks. As it poured into her gut, Volt could

actually hear the gas bubbles bursting, could feel the way her stomach steadily grew

tauter…gallon after gallon was swilled down her esophagus, the cider foaming as it met the

horrid sludge that no doubt filled her gut almost to the brim by this point.

Finally, Dragon finished her long, heady drink. She gasped as she pulled the barrel away…then

grunted and flung it carelessly over her shoulder. The barrel splintered as it struck the wall…and

at almost the same moment, the feminine behemoth thumped her chest…and let out a

HUMONGOUS belch: slimier, smellier, and all around BIGGER than any she’d let out that

evening so far.

“BUUUUUUUUUUU

UUUUURRRRRRRRR

LLLLLLLLLLYYYYY

UUUUUUUUHHHHH

UUUUUUUWWWWW

WWWWWOOOOOOO

AAAAAAAAAAARRR

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIP!”

Volt blinked three times, stunned silent as the blast bellowed forth for seven straight

seconds…and then seemed to echo through the darkened halls and isolated towers of the Black

Castle for at least seven more after. It was followed by a shorter, lighter, more bubbly after-burp

– “BRULBK!” – after which, Dragon sighed…then flashed a proud grin and batted her

eyes seductively at Volt.

Volt was slack-jawed and bug-eyed, subtly inhaling the reek that still wafted around him…it

wasn’t till he took perhaps TOO deep a breath of the smoke-and-stench-filled air (and coughed

as a result) that he managed to shake himself out of his stupor.

“W-Wow…you…you can REALLY let ‘em rip, can’t you?” he laughed breathlessly.

Dragon bowed her head, pleased with his remark…then closed her eyes and leaned her head

close…before puckering her lips.

Volt blushed bright red. He bit his own lip, hesitating for a moment…then, he steeled himself

and very, very carefully leaned in to return the giant dragon’s kiss…

…But the moment his lips touched hers…

SCHLOMPH!

“NPH?!”

Volt’s upper half was snapped up and inserted into Dragon’s mouth. She giggled around him as

her tongue slobbered over his face, making him splutter and squeal. She crooned as her eyes

fluttered…he tasted so good…

…He was lucky she liked him so much now.

A deep “brumble” came from the bowels of the monster, and she smirked…before her cheeks

ballooned as she let out a closed-mouth belch, thus blasting Volt inescapably with her noxious

gut gases.

“GRRRRRRMMMMMMLLL

LLLLLLRRRRRPH!”

Once the belch ended, Dragon counted to three in her head (tapping her tail against the gold on

the floor to the count), and then opened her mouth, giggling as Volt gasped for fresh air, wings

flapping impulsively as he coughed and choked on the fumes.

His eyes were still watering even as he gave her another loving look.

“…Cheeky, a-aren’t you? Ha Ha…”

Dragon chuckled and licked her teeth before fluttering her long lashes innocently. She then

reached out with one claw as she lounged back once more, and stroked Volt along the back of his

head and neck. He purred and nuzzled into her touch happily.

“You’re just about everything I hoped for,” he said, devotedly.

Dragon smiled wider and blew him a smoke ring in the shape of a heart, which encircled his

head like a wreath. Volt gave a bashful smile as he fanned it away.

“Heh…so, uh…full now?” he asked, patting her gut with his own tail.

Dragon was about to answer, in her own language that, yes, she was…but then…

GRRRROOOOAAAARRRRLLLLG…!

Dragon hissed through her teeth and lurched, scrunching her eyes shut tight as one claw smacked

against her belly. Thinking fast, Volt leapt from her gut and flapped his wings, hovering into the

air as she moved back up onto her haunches, gold and jewels that had got caught in some of her

scales raining back down onto the piles below. Dragon clutched her gut with both paws, rubbing

over it as it bellowed so loudly, the whole hoard shook.

“Guess not, huh?” Volt presumed.

Dragon’s bat-like ears flattened back as she looked at her new…friend? Pet? Mate? She didn’t

know what the smaller drake was yet, but whatever he was, she moaned at him sadly, kneading

at her belly with confusion. She sore she’d eaten enough to usually satisfy her appetite, but

suddenly, it felt like she had barely eaten anything at all!

Volt felt a little sorry for Dragon, but he was internally excited: his special spell had worked. Her

hunger, her appetite, had been multiplied.

Now…he could have some REAL fun.

“Well…I have an idea on how to feed you!” he suggested.

Dragon looked up, pricking up her bat-like ears. Volt grinned and beckoned her closer, and she

leaned in as he whispered into one of them…

“Does that sound good?” he checked, when he had finished describing his plan.

Dragon’s mouth was watering. She licked her chops and nodded eagerly, then let out a

demanding roar.

“Then I know just the village to start with!” Volt winked, and pointed out one of the windows.

“If you follow me, I’ll take you there!”

Dragon let out another roar, this time of agreement; it had been a long time since she’d terrorized

anyplace properly.

It was nice to get out, once in a while.

Their plan decided upon, it was not long after that when one could see one tiny dragon flying

through the sky, followed by a cretaceously colossal one whose stomach rumble so loudly, it

sounded like rolling thunder.

Volt was grinning with joyful pride: he was about to show his newfound Mistress just what it felt

like to TRULY glut herself.

And he couldn’t wait to be along for the entire ride.

The End…?