WARNING: This story contains some farting and fatal popping.

It was a cloudy afternoon out in the grassy highlands, a green snake slithers to a cave wrapped in tin foil for armor. While Greg wiggles to the opening, a skinny dragon appears from the darkness. Roughly six feet tall, she has light blue scales with a white underbelly and deep yellow eyes. As steam blows from Ashley's nostrils and she folds her wings, she dangles Greg's best friend in her claw – Terry the sheep. “Courageous rope dressed in a shiny blanket, why disturb my meal?” Asks the dragon, tilting her head. “Hey, nice to meetcha – uh, could you like, not eat Terry? He's my bud.” Says Greg, speaking with a casual hiss. While the two converse, Terry quivers nervously while hanging upside down.

Taking a moment to ponder the snakes words, Ashley's long tail sways along the stony cave floor. “Although I commend your bravery, I'm tempted to slurp you like a noodle – so I'll reward you with the opportunity to leave.” Speaking with a laid-back shrug, the dragon raises the sheep headfirst over her face. Widening her maw with saliva dripping from her fangs, Ashley unhinges her jaw. Panicking as he's lowered in, hot breath overwhelms Terry's senses. Broadening her mouth to fit the rather large animal, the dragons throat bulges dramatically as the sheep is stuffed down it. Still wagging her tail, Ashley spreads her feet apart to help support the sudden weight gain. GULP... She signs groggily.

Paralyzed by the horror of watching his friend get swallowed whole, Greg suddenly wasn't feeling so heroic. With both claws rested at her lower back, the dragons stomach had severely bloated out with a popped belly button – looking tremendously pregnant. Bumping around wildly from within, Ashley's abdomen pulsates grotesquely with ultra-tight flesh. Unsteady in her newly loaded form, she burps down at the snake. “Oh silly me, I should've realized.” Laughs the dragon. “If you've come wrapped in tin foil, then you've come to get cooked. How kind!” Grins Ashley, cocking back her frail arms as she sucks in some air. Getting ready to unleash her spew of fire, the snake pardons his fears and clenches his fangs.

Just barely managing to spring over the dragons distended potbelly, Greg coils himself around her long snout and seals it tight – trapping the fire within. “Mph?!” Whimpering with big worried eyes, Ashley swipes at the snake as pressure balloons her center out even further. Unfortunately, she recently had a manicure done on her claws, so they're not nearly as sharp as usual. Wobbling into the field like a drunkenly unstable bomb, the size of her belly had simply become too large and awkward to handle – so she collapses to her wings in a massive plop. Moaning as she flails her arms and legs, the dragons tummy has become a tremendous orb that only continues to swell up. Terry's screams can be heard faintly within the fireball.

Weakly struggling to pull the snake from her face, Ashley farts out little spurts of fire, which makes Greg laugh. Humiliated and primed to explode, the dragons flesh creaks with unbearable tension. Her scales were stretched so tight they were gaining a sore reddish hue, looking as if she's ready to give birth to a whale beluga. Just as Ashley spreads her claws and feet in surrender, groaning for mercy, she bursts wide open – launching the sheep in a smoking cloud into the grass, his wool is totally scorched off. Slithering up to his charred-up buddy, Greg comforts Terry. “Sup dude? I uh, saved you.” He hisses with a wide grin. “Thanks, man. Wanna like, go do stuff?” Coughs Terry. “Totally.” Nods Greg. THE END