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Made this incredible new character and I wouldn't doubt if she's my new fursona pretty soon. I've even already started a sticker set featuring her. c:
Will our hero be able to defEAT this new villain? Hehe~ Stay tuned to find out!
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"Ah… Another lovely new jar~" Duke Richington sighed in relief to himself, swishing around his glass of wine and admiring the new antique pot in his collection.
You see, the fair duke had a huge love for antique pots and jars. So much that he was acquiring a new display monthly through the civilian's taxes, ever since his father passed.
As people began to complain however, he had to make more and more people disappear to continue satiating his pottery fetish!
With all the money he had to put into his trapdoors, robots, and dangerous, dank, gauntlet dungeons, he was eventually only able to afford a single pot per month! Thankfully, he would be able to extort more taxes to keep his home safe from the rebelling citizens, though.
"Sir, we have a guest on the front gate intercom..." His butler nervously delivered.
"Guest? Let me guess, another beggar?" The rich tanuki fixed his monocle.
"No… She looks healthy to me." The servant replied.
"Well I shall be the judge of that! Comm’s tablet, butler!" He demanded, having his butler turn on his end of the video intercom.
On it appeared a friendlier, close up smile. "Hey. Are you Duke Richington?" A Tomboyish, green scaled dragon asked. She looked like a bit of a delinquent given her hairstyle and makeup, but she had no piercings or tatoos. Her smile was unusually charming for a dragon's too. Assuming proportions, she was likely less than 6 feet tall.
"Of course I am. Please make your business quick." He sighed, wishing to get back to his wine and jars already.
"Ah… So you're the bad guy I'm after. Huh! You look kind of how I expected to, honestly." the mobian admitted.
"Bad guy? Oh so it's one of your types again huh? Listen lady. You know where this town would be without me?" Richington began to toot his horn.
"Fed? And uh, properly cared for?" She blinked. That’s what the townsfolk had told her, anyways!
"Not that you nitwit! My family's legacy! My family is the reason this town ever became great!"
"...Riiight… But it's becoming a lot worse now because you're running it instead… Don't you think?" she smiled, pointing.
The duke gagged. "Of course not. The town looks fine! Just who do you think you are, questioning my authority? I'll have your battered corpse by morning!"
"Me?" She chuckled, "I'm Sasha the Dragon!" She derpily introduced.
"Ah… So you're Sasha the Dragon!"
"Yeah… But look, I'm really sick of bending over at this thing so why don't we cut to the chase, 'uh?" She backed up from the intercom, bending up straight again into her 8 foot tall posture and revealing her pear dragon body below. She was only anthro in the upper body! "Haaah, much better!" She stretched. "You ready richington? Hope you taste as rich as people say you are~ Heheh." She teased and winked.
"You think you can hunt me down, Miss The Dragon? I can guarantee if you step on my property, you shall be the dead meat!" Richington confidently stated.
"Pftt, sure. Heheh- Bring it on!" Sasha declares, amused by his comeback. “And uh, just Miss Dragon is fine.” she added rather on the side.
"Hope you've had experience fighting SAMURAI BASEBALL ROBOTS then, Miss Dragon! Good luck! Mwahahaha!"
The gates opened, allowing Sasha to waltz on into the main garden via a brick path. It had a lot of antique pots and jars around. Some had flowered plants and moss. They stood mostly around a stone fountain with a conventionally beautiful avian statue who poured water into it from a round jar. It was quite fancy around there, but the rest of the property just looked baren with only grass and trees in sight.
Sasha sought out the samurai baseball robots or whatever they were called. “Uh, hello?!” She called.
No response. It was eerily quiet.
She only spotted a distant, tipped over jar, which had actual flowers and gardening done around it.
Sasha thought to herself there may be something off about the grass, like a trap or something, so she tried tipping a pot to kick it onto some.
Creasch!!
Sasha simply shattered this pot the moment her massive toenails struck it
“D’ope– Whoops. Okay, let’s try that again. Ahahah.” She more gently tipped the next precious jar, a vertical one. Success! She lopped it without breaking it!
KReen’n!!
It shattered upon hitting the ground. “Aw. Darn it.” Sasha frowned. “I probably should have used a rounder one… Let’s see…”
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Impatiently, Duke Richington was forced to watch the security feed as the robots were deployed. What was Sasha doing with his pots? She kept breaking them and it was stressing him out!
"Why aren't the robots attacking her?" Richington complained to his robot scientist over video communication.
"Duke Richington? Uh… The robots are under maintenance today! It's been exactly two months, remember?"
"What? I haven't needed to use them at all until today though!"
"D'euh– well, yeah! If they haven't been moving and self repairing, then they're going to need my maintenance. Have you ever left a car too long without using it? Eventually, the battery can-"
"I don't need an explanation! This fat dragon has already destroyed EIGHT precious pots of mine! I want her DEAD! Do you understand? I want her SHATTERED! Just as she did to my sweethearts!" He slammed his fist down, not that Clay could hear.
"Sir, only five of them have finished maintenance so far!"
"Five?! That's plenty!"
"Well, a batting lineup usually consists of nine members so-"
"FIVE IS PLENTY! UNLEASH THEM NOW!"
"D'oh-okay!"
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"Hah! Finally!" After destroying about 12 pots and jars, Sasha finally rolled a pot onto the lawn!
…Nothing happened. It was just normal grass.
"Oh. I guess he just gardens around his pots…" Sasha concluded, stepping on and matting the grass several times to confirm it for herself. Looks like she broke all those pots for nothing! "Whoops. Aheheh…" She blushes in embarrassment, before shrugging off her mistake.
"BATTER UP. BATTER UP."
Sasha heard robotic voices approaching! It must be the baseball samurai robots! She searched, and quickly found them sprinting towards her. All wielding curved baseball bats!
"DESTROY SASHA THE DRAGON!" They chanted.
"Oh..Well thanks for making your intentions clear, I guess." Sasha blinked in disbelief. "Heh! Guess it's time to fight!"
The first robot leapt up and swung at her torso! "GYIkeS!" Sasha gasped, quickly bouncing her belly upwards and bouncing him into the fountain where it quickly malfunctioned from water damage.
Boing! Bonk! SZzzzZRRrrt!
Sasha began bouncing on her booty for extra combat mobility!
*bownbownbown*
"So, you guys are weak to water huh? Well I'm over two thirds water!" Sasha quipped.
"RESTRAIN!" They declared, before two lunged and pinned her on the ground by her shoulders.
"Whuoaa-!" Sasha's torso swung back and into the ground! “Wow! These guys are pretty dang strong…! Against my torso, that is!” She grinned, before getting an idea. Her nostrils began to snort cyclones, pulling the two robots heads into her nostrils.
*SNRROK! SNRRRRRK*
Sasha’s mucus was the perfect between of sticky and slimy! The Samurai Sluggers were not only stuck, but could be snorted inside with ease!
"Hehe. Did you forget we dragons are elementals?~"
*SNKGKGEERRRGH!! GULURK.~*
Once past her nasal passages, gunked and slimed in mucus and phlegm, Sasha swallowed them both into her digestive passage. One of three passages below her larynx!
*Shploorsh!*
“AaaaHUuuurghp.” Sasha balched one of the robot’s heads into the fountain to join its sibling. “Wugh- *sniff. Sniffsniff.* Oh wow... *Snifffffffff*! Gosh darn~! That really cleared up my nose~!” Sasha delightfully exclaimed! She became distracted for a moment by the scent of the fresh evening air.
“Destroy! Destroy!” Another batted Sasha in the head! Probably enough to tear one off a typical anthro! But certainly not a Dragoness!
“Gah! Ah! Jeez Sasha! Focus!” She chuckled, then began to cyclone more air into her nostrils. She’d store it all into her belly’s trusty air sac! This was the second destination in the fork in her throat: a pouch that allowed Sasha to gulp plenty of air for later use. Enough to inflate her gut and immobilize her legs! Though, she could simply bounce around on her belly with that much air inside her!
“Only two more!” Sasha jinxed, as another robot began approaching from afar, “oh gosh darn it-” she sighed in annoyance as she dodged and evaded the samurai batters. They definitely could be used to train one of her techniques she wasn’t so good at yet with how much trouble they had attacking her…
“Guess it’s time to try my new Front Bottom Splash Spring!” Sasha declared. She spaced herself as far as she could in little time. She stopped in place, before quickly using her magic nostrils to create half pipes of air…
“Hmn~” Sasha enjoyed the relief of peeing as the samurai bots began to try and avoid what were basically pee tentacles. They of course failed, their motherboards being blasted with urine before their circuits fried.
*FWsSSsHHhhh* *BTZRTtTtTt-*
“H’okay, that’s 5. Really gotta learn to control smaller currents while I’m moving though. Heh~” She self criticized before replenishing her air sac and heading around back. The back entrance hopefully wouldn't be as booby trapped as the front, if applicable.
Sasha had pretty much zero trouble with the next three robots. The next was belly bounced hard into a wall, and Sasha simply snorted up the 7th into her nostril before snot rocketting it at the 8th.
The final one, approached with weighted feet! Sasha freaked out a little on the inside as she noticed it.
*Snooork! Snoooooork!*
"It's no use! Darn it!" Sasha cursed, she tried lunging at it with her belly to bounce it into the wall, but it caught her using its weight and threw her into the wall!
*Cranch!*
"Guagh! Uhhh… uh oh!" Sasha sucked up the pain, then hopped out of the busted wall and began bouncing away. From her pert breasts, she retrieved her cell phone. "I'd better call Master!” She dialed for her Master, Gael.
*Ring… Ring…*
“Hello?”
“Ah. Master Gael!” Sasha lit up, “I’ve been fighting these robo dudes for a while now and now they’re making themselves heavier than I can suck!” the dragon explained.
“Huh…
Remember Sasha, you control air in other ways besides your dragon breath. Stay calm, and allow propulsion to do its work. Gael out.” Gael explained calmly and cooly to her, “Good luck.” He hung up.
“Air in other ways? Propulsion? What could all that mean?” Sasha pondered. Her master always hated giving her full answers and preferred to make her use her head! She sighed. “Okay Sasha. Gotta stay calm like Master said!~” She turned around in a defensive stance. Time to see what this heavy robot was capable of!
The baseball-bot continued charging at her, leaping farther, but less higher than the rest. It was able to repeatedly bounce Sasha back several feet as her belly absorbed most of the blunt energy.
*Boooounnn! Booun! Boun Boun!*
“Darn it!” Sasha cursed in frustration, unable to do much besides endure each hit.
*Bounboun boun!*
She looked behind herself and saw she was being pushed towards a barbed, electric fence! A panel also opened up from out of the ground, where an arm with a rotating blade emerged!
*Brrt…* Sasha broke a sweat, pooting in dread. Her belly gurgled in response to her fart, sending more matter through her intestines to escape.
“Wait… That’s it!” She exclaimed her epiphany, enthusiastically catching a balled fist in her free hand.
*Fwsheeeewhhhh!*
Sasha expelled the air in her air sac to make herself less bouncy.
*Bu-uuaaAAghp-!*
The robot hit her again, but she stood in place, forced to endure more of the hit instead of cushioning it with air.
“AIR DEFENSES NEUTRALIZED.” The robot celebrated… noting it finally caused her body more significant damage.
“Heh. You may have been able to stop my air powers. But can you stop this?” Sasha leapt into the air, “Bruizing Blaster!” She announced, blasting a fart cloud his way. It even had a bit of a metal tang to it.
*FWBORRRGHBT!!*
With enough fart propulsion, Sasha’s dragon midriff simply landed on top of the robot, Crushing it to bits and ending the line of Samurai Baseball Robots.
*CROOONCH!*
For good measure, Sasha inflated her hair sac again and bounced on the robo corpse several times.
*BONK! SMANK! CRNAKSH!*
“Huh. Yep. There we go! Eheheheh~!” She chuckled to herself, giving her trusty belly a pat. “Here’s hoping that’s the last of ‘em.” With that, she returned to strolling towards Richinton’s back door.
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"Doctor Small, Sasha has destroyed all your robots! She’s casually strolling up to my back door this moment! Graaaagh! How could you let her get this far?!” Duke Richington asked, stressed out.
“Well, sir, I told you, the Samurai robots are intended to be deployed as a lineup of nine.”
“You’re giving me ‘I told you so’s?’ When I’m stressed out like this?”
“Well… Now what– sir?”
“Simple.” The duke sighed, pouring up wine to help calm himself, “I’ll just have Sasha take care of you~.”
On his tablet, he tapped the “opened trapdoor with a Mouse anthro comically standing on nothing and realizing he’s about to fall in,” before the doctor would fall into a sudden floor trapdoor.
“Whoooaaaaaaa!”
“Enjoy being dragon food, Small! I hear they love eating rodents for dinner!! Aaahahahahaha!”
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Sasha had retrieved most of her energy back after her previous fight as she finally reached the elevation of the mansion’s back garden. She only knocked over a single pot this time, since she wasn’t actually trying to use them for anything this time.
“Alright! Time for- oh… Uh-oh.” Sasha approached a giant, metallic double door at the back of the mansion with a huge monitor accompanying it.
“Jeez,” she crossed her arms and bowed her head in thought, “now what?”
The monitor quickly turned on, featuring Duke Richington. He seemed cocky at first, until he saw his precious jar, Cheryl, shattered. Her flowers wilted from the foot stink of the mighty dragon.
“You shattered Cheryl! Augh!” He shed tears. “How could you?! HOW COULD YOU?!”
“Cheryl?” Sasha tilted her head, “do you name your jars?” She paused. “Heh. That’s weird.~” She commented slyly.
“DIE SASHA THE DRAGON! ROT IN MY FETID DUNGEON. SUFFER! SUFFERRR!”
The duke pressed the same comical emblem as he used to send Dr. Caprio into his dungeon.
“Whoa!” Sasha fell, but got stuck in the trap door. Her jaw gaped in surprise. It was time to take advantage of…!
But Sasha’s legs were useless like this! She could only kick against the air… “Oh… Huh. This feels really weird...” she had to comment, before trying to shift around.
“Drat!” Duke Richington pressed the emblem next to the trapdoor switch, which featured a bottom heavy dragon looking down at their belly as it jammed a trapdoor.
A mechanical, gloved hand emitted from the bottom of the monitor, swiftly shoving Sasha through the trapdoor with precise force. With a shlump, she begins to fall down the wider shaft beneath!
“Whoa! Uh-oh!” Sasha looks up, quickly acting on instinct, she inflates herself slightly to make the fall easier on herself.
*Thobwomp! womp!*
“Bueghp! Aughp!.” She belched out the inflating air due to the velocity and impact. “Wheff… Phew.” The dragon huffed and sighed to herself.
After shaking her head and gathering her bearings. Sasha took a little look around. As a dragon, she could already see pretty swell enough in the dark. She’d be able to see further with a light though.
“Huh. This dungeon is actually pretty clean.” She trudged into the single tunnel ahead of her.
The dungeon seemed to mix with an abandoned mine, which was merely dusty. Still not really fetid, Sasha thought.
As Sasha walked across an old bridge, her belly suddenly hit a tripwire!
“Huh?” Sasha looked down, then quickly turned up as something came into her peripheral vision, a log! “AAau!-” Sasha understood, quickly thrusting her belly out to parry the log!
*Fwbomp!*
The log seemed to malfunction as it returned to its original position. It tore off of one of its ropes, allowing it to slip out its other.
*Thonk! Crashush!*
The log slammed into the bridge, causing it to begin to creek unsafely. The creek began to louden too. “Uh-oh!” Sasha broke a sweat, but remembered her earlier technique! One of the two Samurai bots she swallowed earlier had just finished digesting!
*Gkwopuupwopuup!*
Sasha huffed in plenty of air before leaping and blasting herself across the gap.
*Pffbrbrbrbrbrbrbt.* She sputtered across, landing quite gently onto the ground.
“Huh. Graceful.” Sasha chuckled, then quickly returned to her mission.
The big airy dragon proceeded through a winding path, eventually entering some kind of violent, edgy gauntlet. It contained a super narrow but sturdy bridge with axes swinging from beams above. There were also snake men with projectile lightning swords, and a repeating boulder trap!!
"Oh no! Lightning AND boulders?" She frowned. She'd have to plot out a route for herself here in advance… No way was she winging this!
How would she deal with lightning, and a boulder or more, at the same… time… The dragon thought deeply, but realized she needed to chill.
*Snoooooooghk!* Sasha inhaled.
“Phooooooh…~” She exhaled.
In the growing silence of her exhale, minus the sounds of the gauntlet, she heard footsteps. Much smaller footsteps.
“Hm? Hello?” Sasha looked around, quickly finding a rather cute, labcoat mouse guy who was soaking wet. “Oh hey. Mouse dude. What’s up? Duke Richington drop you in his dastardly dungeon too?” she asked him, applying a hint of sarcasm near the end.
“Er… Yeah… Say, you’re not– going to eat me, right?” The mouse timidly asks.
“Huh…” Sasha scans him, thinking. “...I dunno. I find it harder to control myself around uh, cuties.” Sasha admits with a bashful blush, scratching her hair and avoiding eye contact.
“D’ueh… Are you flirting with me?”
“I dunno. Either way, I’ll try and do my best not to just– gobble you up though.~” She winked, “heh.~”
Dr. Small swallowed nervously.
“Just try and be less cute? Cool your head.” She instructed, shaking her head in a non-dramatic “come on now, seriously?” sort of gesture.
“Yeah okay, I’ll try I guess…”
“Now… I’m not the best at dealing with lightning, but uh, maybe you have something for that?” Sasha turned her vision away from him back to the gauntlet to calm her gut-lust.
“Oh. Yeah! The Duke dropped me while I still had my toolkit on me! I should have an EMP grenade with me here somewhere!”
“An… You carry around a grenade with you in your bag?” Sasha inquired, looking back to the mouse bent over into his bag of equipment.
“EMP grenade,” he corrects Sasha, “it’s for disabling electronics, but it’s activated and thrown pretty much like how a grenade would be.”
“Okay…” Sasha nodded. That sounded more reasonable and less dangerous, “so why do you have that?” She asked.
“D’oh- well- I’m a roboticist. It’s a failsafe in case anything goes wrong, you know?”
“Oh… So, were you the one who made those kinda mid baseball bots?”
“They’re supposed to be deployed in one group.” He sighed.
“Heheh. No no, I meant taste wise.~” Sasha chuckled.
“You… ate my robots?” Small blushed in embarrassment.
“Heh, yep. Only like two or three though, I think.” Sasha confessed.
“Y-you don’t even remember exactly how many?” His embarrassment visibly deepened.
“No. I didn’t think I’d be meeting their uh… well, dad, might be putting it a little dark… Eheheh…” Sasha looked away, blushing, “Sorry.” She returned to eye contact.
“D’uh… No. No it’s fine. Thanks for putting them… Down. I suppose.” His blush grew even more meek as he thanked her.
“You aren’t upset I destroyed them?” Sasha scratched the back of her head.
“I mean. It’s a bit of a slap to the face… But I’ve been wanting to find another job anyways. Duke Richington’s just got everyone else too poor to hire me for anything! If I wasn’t working for him, then I wouldn’t have to build stupid evil fighting robots!” Small explained, his blush finally loosened up, distracted from her gut.
“I take it you have a family?” Sasha asked him.
“Huh? Uh, no. Nothing like that, why?”
“Well, why not just join the freedom fighters?” Sasha offered, arms crossed and confident.
“I figure the freedom fighters would have me building fighting robots too. And for lesser pay. It’s also not exactly legal.” Dr. Small shook his head, admitting.
“Well, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to right? Kinda what we’re fighting for.~” Sasha shrugged and winked.
“Aren’t I kind of what you need, however?”
“Yeah…” Sasha scratched her head. “I’m sure I can squeeze you in the right places though.” She gave a nod.
“Well… I don’t suppose I have anywhere else to go now. Besides out of here.”
“Great.” Sasha smiled, “ready to give that EMP a toss?”
“D’oh. Right! Pardon me, Miss Dragon.”
“Sasha’s fine. But what’s your name?”
“Oh. It’s Jaylac. Jaylac Small.”
“Cute name.~” Sasha’s belly grumbled, “alright, let’s give it the toss.” She smiled.
Dr. Small pulled the pin on his grenade and threw it as close to the center of the gauntlet as he could.
*PfffffMMMMMMM!~*
The snake men hissed, noting they no longer could shoot electricity beams with their weapons. They all looked around at one another, then shrugged and left uncaringly, tossing their swords on the floor.
“Aw nice!!” Sasha clenched her fist victoriously.
“Now we just gotta find a way past the axes and that boulder trap…”
“Heh. Not a problem.” Sasha smiled, “just leave it to ol’ Sasha the Dragon!” She pointed a thumb to herself enthusiastically. “Now… I said something about squeezing you somewhere before…” Sasha recalled, her gaze wondering.
“Ah yeah. I suppose if there’s enough tech funding and scrap to go around, I could make due.” The mouse shrugged.
“Cool.” Sasha gave a nod. “But for now, I’ll have to squeeze you somewhere safe.” Her back lunged downward so she could grab up the mouse by his shoulders. Without warning, she stuffed him down her throat!
“Guaaagh! Wait WaIT Waaumff! MNNNFNFNDGnfnf!” Dr. Small struggled, but he wasn’t escaping the dragon’s grasp.
“Hagoghmp! Guwalop! Guwark!
bAAAGHP.” Sasha belched crassly and unceremoniously. “Heheh, didn’t even make a bulge.” She poked her gut with a spark of pride. “Comfy in there?” She asked.
“...I’m in a stomach?!” Dr. Small answered.
“Nah, don’t worry, you’re in my insulation. It’s like a warm wet sleeping bag!” Sasha announced proudly, giving her gut several pats.
“Oh… That… aligns more with what we just discussed… I suppose…”
“Now then. Leave the rest of this Dungeon to me, eh?” Sasha snatched up his bag and wore it around her shoulder.
“Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice here…”
“Oh yeah! Heheheheh!~ Sorry.” Sasha laughed at him, “but I’d rather have an innocent life in my gut than on my shoulders.~” She declared.
“So… promise you’ll let me out?”
“Yeah! Dunno when though. Prolly won’t be for a few hours. Might also get a little cramped up in there, so sorry in advance.”
“Yeah… No worries…” The doctor blushes in her gut, deciding to enjoy himself in secret, seeing as he probably wasn’t going to be digested. Of course, he barely had the chance to with Sasha bouncing and leaping around!
“Alright. Let’s do this!” Sasha declared. She started by gasping in plenty of air and inflating her belly again!
*Boungboungboung~*
Sasha bounced up. And up! And up! She bounced so high, she simply dove over the beams the axes swung from! She landed on her hands, then leapt off them onto her massive, by comparison, feet.
*POOM
poom!*
“Welp, that’s the axes!” She said to herself… Now she just had to find a way to outpace this set of boulders, which repeatedly rolled down a single incline. Sasha did have just a bit of time to do something though… But what?
She tried calling her master, but he wasn’t available. “Drat.” Sasha sat on her gut, patting it as she recalled a new friend resided there, but her mind quickly hopped back to this puzzle…
“Oh yeah… Maybe it’s actually just the same certain boulders repeating?” Sasha thought aloud… “Maybe I can bank them off the wall until they deplete?”
“Are… Uh– you talking to me?” Small asked, all muffled from inside.
“Oh. No– Me.” Sasha blushes. “Heheh, now be quiet in there!~” Sasha jiggles for a second or two, hoping to make it more snug and cozy for her new companion. It riles up Dr. Small to say the least as the noises of her gut perform a symphony all around him~
“There we go.” she patted her gut gently.
Sasha tried kicking very hard onto the slope the boulders ran down. She easily cracked a huge chunk of it off too. Still, the boulders moved straight. If she could just slow them down enough to roll off the new half empty track…
“Huuuuff!” Sasha inflated herself again, hoping to bounce just one boulder back using her belly. She could only do it somewhat awkwardly though.
*bwomp!*
Darn! All she did was halt the boulder! However, the next boulder clacked into it before it began rolling again! Another boulder clacked into that one!
Every boulder besides the one Sasha hit became caught in the little slip, rolling off the slope into the depths below. She could hear each crack after several seconds, once they hit the ground.
“Well, there’s still that one boulder left, but I should have more than enough time to avoid it!” Sasha thought aloud. She waited around, and as she expected, a single boulder took a whole 15 seconds now! As it rolled past next, she casually walked through the door ahead of her.
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Duke Richinton regretted not installing any cameras in his gauntlet dungeon. He just had to kind of hope it did the trick now, didn’t he?
He would have a butler pour him a cup of lapsang souchong tea.
He caressed one of his jars, Juno, sipping his tea gently as smooth jazz played in his quarters. “There’s no way Sasha the Dragon would get past my dungeon… Definitely not!” The Duke declared without full confidence…
A bouncing sound began approaching that he could hear from his chambers. His anxiety began to worsen. He locked the door to the room before sitting back on his seat and… No, no he couldn’t be in this room right now! If Sasha had gotten out, she’d have interrogated one of his staff and would be heading this way!
As he returned to the door, he began hearing the heavy bounces of a familiar figure…
“No!” He scowled… What should he do? Run? Yes! Probably run! He would flee to his helicopter in his secret lair!
Duke Richington kicked open his door. Immediately as he stepped outside, he Saw Sasha and Dr. Small at the end of the incredibly long hallway. “There he is!” Dr. Small pointed.
It was close, but he’d be able to avoid them for sure so long as he stayed this far ahead! He headed down the opposite way, passing a butler and turning left, passing a maid, turning right, then right again! Downstairs into his lair! The booming of Sasha’s bounce was consistent at first, but it was beginning to quiet as he headed downstairs. There lay a helicopter and a Bugatti that collected mist from a waterfall that naturally flowed into the lair. “Hahah!Yes!!” Duke Richington cackled as he hurried back up a few flights of stairs of his helipad.
As he walked up the last flight, his hopes would be instantly shattered as a massive stalactite crushed his helicopter.
*CRAunChng!*
Shortly after, Sasha fell from above, bouncing off the rubble onto the platform in front of him. “Honey. I’m home.” Sasha winked, teasing and waving.
“Gyaaaaaaaugh!” Duke Richington fell back in a stroke of panic and despair. He, he still could use his super car!
*baUMChnsh!*
As he glanced over to it, another stalactite crushed his car also, followed by Dr. Small grapple hooking down in front of the rubble with a laser cutter in his other hand.
“No! NooooooOoooo!” The duke grimaced.
“Heheheh. Is that all you have to say? Naooo-!” Sasha mocked and bullied, giggling.
“Please… Show me mercy, Miss Sasha the Dragon!” The duke bowed down pathetically to beg for his freedom. “I… I’ll join the freedom fighters! Please, just spare me!”
Sasha chuckled quite heartily at that. “Oh? Well, I prolly won’t spare you, but you’ll definitely be joining the freedom fighters~ Heheh~” She playfully lifted Duke Richington up by the shoulders, giving a taunting, friendly smile.
“Noooooo wait! Waiii-”
*Gchomp! Glk-k! Gluork!* Sasha stuffed him into her mouth in one bite! With a large swallow, the Duke quickly slid down into her belly, not even making a bulge or a sign he was stuck in there.
“Sasha the Dragon!! You will NOT get away with this! The Tax Collectors Union will definitely stop you and your puny rebellion in the end! Fear! US!” Her belly vibrated, “You won’t get far in the end! The others will surely-”
Sasha bounced on her gut once. *Bwomp*
“OW!”
“Keep quiet in there. Heheheh. Normally I love it when my food talks to me, but I think I finally gotta make an exception for you, Duke Richington! Oh, and honestly, you were kind of dry and bland in the end~”
“Hnngh… Gah, Curse you! Curse you Curse you! A THOUSAND CURS-”
*Bwoup*
“Augh… Hmmnnhhh…” Duke Richington shushed in defeat, it seemed finally.
“There we go.” She nodded.“That’s a wrap then, huh? Uguueeighp!” Sasha belched wetly, then patted her gut.
Dr. Small nodded to her with flushed cheeks again. “Yeah…” He timidly agreed.
“Actually, there is one more thing.” Sasha smirked, swiftly lunging her upper torso down to snag the Doctor up in the air like her previous prey.
Small gazed into her eyes in shock, fear, and intimacy.
“Wanna go back in my safety pouch? Keep tabs on his digestion?” She charmingly tilted her head.
He nodded dumbfoundedly.
“Cool! Haaaaaa~!” Sasha opened wide, stuffing his head into her mouth enthusiastically, she sent him right back where she first kept him in several, more gentle, gulps.
*guwork. Gwark. Gwalpl… Gweearkp!*
“Beghp~” Sasha belched again, shifting the chamber around to spin the lucky mouse upright within her.
“Ahh…” Sasha’s expression relaxed a little more. She patted her gut playfully. “That’s more like it~” She nodded, sucking little bits of flavor off her fingertips and savoring them briefly.
“You tasted way better than Duke Richington. You know that, Jaylac?” She explained.
“Haaah I’m sure I did.” The overwhelmed mouse agrees from within. Sasha used his name!
“Definitely the kind of food I prefer talking to as well~”
“Hmmnh~” he moaned.
“You seem pretty happy in there too. Heheh. Now. Let’s bounce on home. I’ve got some friends for you to meet!” She enthusiastically reminded her gut, before bouncing off into the car tunnel, into the moonlight.
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Will our hero be able to defEAT this new villain? Hehe~ Stay tuned to find out!
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"Ah… Another lovely new jar~" Duke Richington sighed in relief to himself, swishing around his glass of wine and admiring the new antique pot in his collection.
You see, the fair duke had a huge love for antique pots and jars. So much that he was acquiring a new display monthly through the civilian's taxes, ever since his father passed.
As people began to complain however, he had to make more and more people disappear to continue satiating his pottery fetish!
With all the money he had to put into his trapdoors, robots, and dangerous, dank, gauntlet dungeons, he was eventually only able to afford a single pot per month! Thankfully, he would be able to extort more taxes to keep his home safe from the rebelling citizens, though.
"Sir, we have a guest on the front gate intercom..." His butler nervously delivered.
"Guest? Let me guess, another beggar?" The rich tanuki fixed his monocle.
"No… She looks healthy to me." The servant replied.
"Well I shall be the judge of that! Comm’s tablet, butler!" He demanded, having his butler turn on his end of the video intercom.
On it appeared a friendlier, close up smile. "Hey. Are you Duke Richington?" A Tomboyish, green scaled dragon asked. She looked like a bit of a delinquent given her hairstyle and makeup, but she had no piercings or tatoos. Her smile was unusually charming for a dragon's too. Assuming proportions, she was likely less than 6 feet tall.
"Of course I am. Please make your business quick." He sighed, wishing to get back to his wine and jars already.
"Ah… So you're the bad guy I'm after. Huh! You look kind of how I expected to, honestly." the mobian admitted.
"Bad guy? Oh so it's one of your types again huh? Listen lady. You know where this town would be without me?" Richington began to toot his horn.
"Fed? And uh, properly cared for?" She blinked. That’s what the townsfolk had told her, anyways!
"Not that you nitwit! My family's legacy! My family is the reason this town ever became great!"
"...Riiight… But it's becoming a lot worse now because you're running it instead… Don't you think?" she smiled, pointing.
The duke gagged. "Of course not. The town looks fine! Just who do you think you are, questioning my authority? I'll have your battered corpse by morning!"
"Me?" She chuckled, "I'm Sasha the Dragon!" She derpily introduced.
"Ah… So you're Sasha the Dragon!"
"Yeah… But look, I'm really sick of bending over at this thing so why don't we cut to the chase, 'uh?" She backed up from the intercom, bending up straight again into her 8 foot tall posture and revealing her pear dragon body below. She was only anthro in the upper body! "Haaah, much better!" She stretched. "You ready richington? Hope you taste as rich as people say you are~ Heheh." She teased and winked.
"You think you can hunt me down, Miss The Dragon? I can guarantee if you step on my property, you shall be the dead meat!" Richington confidently stated.
"Pftt, sure. Heheh- Bring it on!" Sasha declares, amused by his comeback. “And uh, just Miss Dragon is fine.” she added rather on the side.
"Hope you've had experience fighting SAMURAI BASEBALL ROBOTS then, Miss Dragon! Good luck! Mwahahaha!"
The gates opened, allowing Sasha to waltz on into the main garden via a brick path. It had a lot of antique pots and jars around. Some had flowered plants and moss. They stood mostly around a stone fountain with a conventionally beautiful avian statue who poured water into it from a round jar. It was quite fancy around there, but the rest of the property just looked baren with only grass and trees in sight.
Sasha sought out the samurai baseball robots or whatever they were called. “Uh, hello?!” She called.
No response. It was eerily quiet.
She only spotted a distant, tipped over jar, which had actual flowers and gardening done around it.
Sasha thought to herself there may be something off about the grass, like a trap or something, so she tried tipping a pot to kick it onto some.
Creasch!!
Sasha simply shattered this pot the moment her massive toenails struck it
“D’ope– Whoops. Okay, let’s try that again. Ahahah.” She more gently tipped the next precious jar, a vertical one. Success! She lopped it without breaking it!
KReen’n!!
It shattered upon hitting the ground. “Aw. Darn it.” Sasha frowned. “I probably should have used a rounder one… Let’s see…”
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Impatiently, Duke Richington was forced to watch the security feed as the robots were deployed. What was Sasha doing with his pots? She kept breaking them and it was stressing him out!
"Why aren't the robots attacking her?" Richington complained to his robot scientist over video communication.
"Duke Richington? Uh… The robots are under maintenance today! It's been exactly two months, remember?"
"What? I haven't needed to use them at all until today though!"
"D'euh– well, yeah! If they haven't been moving and self repairing, then they're going to need my maintenance. Have you ever left a car too long without using it? Eventually, the battery can-"
"I don't need an explanation! This fat dragon has already destroyed EIGHT precious pots of mine! I want her DEAD! Do you understand? I want her SHATTERED! Just as she did to my sweethearts!" He slammed his fist down, not that Clay could hear.
"Sir, only five of them have finished maintenance so far!"
"Five?! That's plenty!"
"Well, a batting lineup usually consists of nine members so-"
"FIVE IS PLENTY! UNLEASH THEM NOW!"
"D'oh-okay!"
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"Hah! Finally!" After destroying about 12 pots and jars, Sasha finally rolled a pot onto the lawn!
…Nothing happened. It was just normal grass.
"Oh. I guess he just gardens around his pots…" Sasha concluded, stepping on and matting the grass several times to confirm it for herself. Looks like she broke all those pots for nothing! "Whoops. Aheheh…" She blushes in embarrassment, before shrugging off her mistake.
"BATTER UP. BATTER UP."
Sasha heard robotic voices approaching! It must be the baseball samurai robots! She searched, and quickly found them sprinting towards her. All wielding curved baseball bats!
"DESTROY SASHA THE DRAGON!" They chanted.
"Oh..Well thanks for making your intentions clear, I guess." Sasha blinked in disbelief. "Heh! Guess it's time to fight!"
The first robot leapt up and swung at her torso! "GYIkeS!" Sasha gasped, quickly bouncing her belly upwards and bouncing him into the fountain where it quickly malfunctioned from water damage.
Boing! Bonk! SZzzzZRRrrt!
Sasha began bouncing on her booty for extra combat mobility!
*bownbownbown*
"So, you guys are weak to water huh? Well I'm over two thirds water!" Sasha quipped.
"RESTRAIN!" They declared, before two lunged and pinned her on the ground by her shoulders.
"Whuoaa-!" Sasha's torso swung back and into the ground! “Wow! These guys are pretty dang strong…! Against my torso, that is!” She grinned, before getting an idea. Her nostrils began to snort cyclones, pulling the two robots heads into her nostrils.
*SNRROK! SNRRRRRK*
Sasha’s mucus was the perfect between of sticky and slimy! The Samurai Sluggers were not only stuck, but could be snorted inside with ease!
"Hehe. Did you forget we dragons are elementals?~"
*SNKGKGEERRRGH!! GULURK.~*
Once past her nasal passages, gunked and slimed in mucus and phlegm, Sasha swallowed them both into her digestive passage. One of three passages below her larynx!
*Shploorsh!*
“AaaaHUuuurghp.” Sasha balched one of the robot’s heads into the fountain to join its sibling. “Wugh- *sniff. Sniffsniff.* Oh wow... *Snifffffffff*! Gosh darn~! That really cleared up my nose~!” Sasha delightfully exclaimed! She became distracted for a moment by the scent of the fresh evening air.
“Destroy! Destroy!” Another batted Sasha in the head! Probably enough to tear one off a typical anthro! But certainly not a Dragoness!
“Gah! Ah! Jeez Sasha! Focus!” She chuckled, then began to cyclone more air into her nostrils. She’d store it all into her belly’s trusty air sac! This was the second destination in the fork in her throat: a pouch that allowed Sasha to gulp plenty of air for later use. Enough to inflate her gut and immobilize her legs! Though, she could simply bounce around on her belly with that much air inside her!
“Only two more!” Sasha jinxed, as another robot began approaching from afar, “oh gosh darn it-” she sighed in annoyance as she dodged and evaded the samurai batters. They definitely could be used to train one of her techniques she wasn’t so good at yet with how much trouble they had attacking her…
“Guess it’s time to try my new Front Bottom Splash Spring!” Sasha declared. She spaced herself as far as she could in little time. She stopped in place, before quickly using her magic nostrils to create half pipes of air…
“Hmn~” Sasha enjoyed the relief of peeing as the samurai bots began to try and avoid what were basically pee tentacles. They of course failed, their motherboards being blasted with urine before their circuits fried.
*FWsSSsHHhhh* *BTZRTtTtTt-*
“H’okay, that’s 5. Really gotta learn to control smaller currents while I’m moving though. Heh~” She self criticized before replenishing her air sac and heading around back. The back entrance hopefully wouldn't be as booby trapped as the front, if applicable.
Sasha had pretty much zero trouble with the next three robots. The next was belly bounced hard into a wall, and Sasha simply snorted up the 7th into her nostril before snot rocketting it at the 8th.
The final one, approached with weighted feet! Sasha freaked out a little on the inside as she noticed it.
*Snooork! Snoooooork!*
"It's no use! Darn it!" Sasha cursed, she tried lunging at it with her belly to bounce it into the wall, but it caught her using its weight and threw her into the wall!
*Cranch!*
"Guagh! Uhhh… uh oh!" Sasha sucked up the pain, then hopped out of the busted wall and began bouncing away. From her pert breasts, she retrieved her cell phone. "I'd better call Master!” She dialed for her Master, Gael.
*Ring… Ring…*
“Hello?”
“Ah. Master Gael!” Sasha lit up, “I’ve been fighting these robo dudes for a while now and now they’re making themselves heavier than I can suck!” the dragon explained.
“Huh…
Remember Sasha, you control air in other ways besides your dragon breath. Stay calm, and allow propulsion to do its work. Gael out.” Gael explained calmly and cooly to her, “Good luck.” He hung up.
“Air in other ways? Propulsion? What could all that mean?” Sasha pondered. Her master always hated giving her full answers and preferred to make her use her head! She sighed. “Okay Sasha. Gotta stay calm like Master said!~” She turned around in a defensive stance. Time to see what this heavy robot was capable of!
The baseball-bot continued charging at her, leaping farther, but less higher than the rest. It was able to repeatedly bounce Sasha back several feet as her belly absorbed most of the blunt energy.
*Boooounnn! Booun! Boun Boun!*
“Darn it!” Sasha cursed in frustration, unable to do much besides endure each hit.
*Bounboun boun!*
She looked behind herself and saw she was being pushed towards a barbed, electric fence! A panel also opened up from out of the ground, where an arm with a rotating blade emerged!
*Brrt…* Sasha broke a sweat, pooting in dread. Her belly gurgled in response to her fart, sending more matter through her intestines to escape.
“Wait… That’s it!” She exclaimed her epiphany, enthusiastically catching a balled fist in her free hand.
*Fwsheeeewhhhh!*
Sasha expelled the air in her air sac to make herself less bouncy.
*Bu-uuaaAAghp-!*
The robot hit her again, but she stood in place, forced to endure more of the hit instead of cushioning it with air.
“AIR DEFENSES NEUTRALIZED.” The robot celebrated… noting it finally caused her body more significant damage.
“Heh. You may have been able to stop my air powers. But can you stop this?” Sasha leapt into the air, “Bruizing Blaster!” She announced, blasting a fart cloud his way. It even had a bit of a metal tang to it.
*FWBORRRGHBT!!*
With enough fart propulsion, Sasha’s dragon midriff simply landed on top of the robot, Crushing it to bits and ending the line of Samurai Baseball Robots.
*CROOONCH!*
For good measure, Sasha inflated her hair sac again and bounced on the robo corpse several times.
*BONK! SMANK! CRNAKSH!*
“Huh. Yep. There we go! Eheheheh~!” She chuckled to herself, giving her trusty belly a pat. “Here’s hoping that’s the last of ‘em.” With that, she returned to strolling towards Richinton’s back door.
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"Doctor Small, Sasha has destroyed all your robots! She’s casually strolling up to my back door this moment! Graaaagh! How could you let her get this far?!” Duke Richington asked, stressed out.
“Well, sir, I told you, the Samurai robots are intended to be deployed as a lineup of nine.”
“You’re giving me ‘I told you so’s?’ When I’m stressed out like this?”
“Well… Now what– sir?”
“Simple.” The duke sighed, pouring up wine to help calm himself, “I’ll just have Sasha take care of you~.”
On his tablet, he tapped the “opened trapdoor with a Mouse anthro comically standing on nothing and realizing he’s about to fall in,” before the doctor would fall into a sudden floor trapdoor.
“Whoooaaaaaaa!”
“Enjoy being dragon food, Small! I hear they love eating rodents for dinner!! Aaahahahahaha!”
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Sasha had retrieved most of her energy back after her previous fight as she finally reached the elevation of the mansion’s back garden. She only knocked over a single pot this time, since she wasn’t actually trying to use them for anything this time.
“Alright! Time for- oh… Uh-oh.” Sasha approached a giant, metallic double door at the back of the mansion with a huge monitor accompanying it.
“Jeez,” she crossed her arms and bowed her head in thought, “now what?”
The monitor quickly turned on, featuring Duke Richington. He seemed cocky at first, until he saw his precious jar, Cheryl, shattered. Her flowers wilted from the foot stink of the mighty dragon.
“You shattered Cheryl! Augh!” He shed tears. “How could you?! HOW COULD YOU?!”
“Cheryl?” Sasha tilted her head, “do you name your jars?” She paused. “Heh. That’s weird.~” She commented slyly.
“DIE SASHA THE DRAGON! ROT IN MY FETID DUNGEON. SUFFER! SUFFERRR!”
The duke pressed the same comical emblem as he used to send Dr. Caprio into his dungeon.
“Whoa!” Sasha fell, but got stuck in the trap door. Her jaw gaped in surprise. It was time to take advantage of…!
But Sasha’s legs were useless like this! She could only kick against the air… “Oh… Huh. This feels really weird...” she had to comment, before trying to shift around.
“Drat!” Duke Richington pressed the emblem next to the trapdoor switch, which featured a bottom heavy dragon looking down at their belly as it jammed a trapdoor.
A mechanical, gloved hand emitted from the bottom of the monitor, swiftly shoving Sasha through the trapdoor with precise force. With a shlump, she begins to fall down the wider shaft beneath!
“Whoa! Uh-oh!” Sasha looks up, quickly acting on instinct, she inflates herself slightly to make the fall easier on herself.
*Thobwomp! womp!*
“Bueghp! Aughp!.” She belched out the inflating air due to the velocity and impact. “Wheff… Phew.” The dragon huffed and sighed to herself.
After shaking her head and gathering her bearings. Sasha took a little look around. As a dragon, she could already see pretty swell enough in the dark. She’d be able to see further with a light though.
“Huh. This dungeon is actually pretty clean.” She trudged into the single tunnel ahead of her.
The dungeon seemed to mix with an abandoned mine, which was merely dusty. Still not really fetid, Sasha thought.
As Sasha walked across an old bridge, her belly suddenly hit a tripwire!
“Huh?” Sasha looked down, then quickly turned up as something came into her peripheral vision, a log! “AAau!-” Sasha understood, quickly thrusting her belly out to parry the log!
*Fwbomp!*
The log seemed to malfunction as it returned to its original position. It tore off of one of its ropes, allowing it to slip out its other.
*Thonk! Crashush!*
The log slammed into the bridge, causing it to begin to creek unsafely. The creek began to louden too. “Uh-oh!” Sasha broke a sweat, but remembered her earlier technique! One of the two Samurai bots she swallowed earlier had just finished digesting!
*Gkwopuupwopuup!*
Sasha huffed in plenty of air before leaping and blasting herself across the gap.
*Pffbrbrbrbrbrbrbt.* She sputtered across, landing quite gently onto the ground.
“Huh. Graceful.” Sasha chuckled, then quickly returned to her mission.
The big airy dragon proceeded through a winding path, eventually entering some kind of violent, edgy gauntlet. It contained a super narrow but sturdy bridge with axes swinging from beams above. There were also snake men with projectile lightning swords, and a repeating boulder trap!!
"Oh no! Lightning AND boulders?" She frowned. She'd have to plot out a route for herself here in advance… No way was she winging this!
How would she deal with lightning, and a boulder or more, at the same… time… The dragon thought deeply, but realized she needed to chill.
*Snoooooooghk!* Sasha inhaled.
“Phooooooh…~” She exhaled.
In the growing silence of her exhale, minus the sounds of the gauntlet, she heard footsteps. Much smaller footsteps.
“Hm? Hello?” Sasha looked around, quickly finding a rather cute, labcoat mouse guy who was soaking wet. “Oh hey. Mouse dude. What’s up? Duke Richington drop you in his dastardly dungeon too?” she asked him, applying a hint of sarcasm near the end.
“Er… Yeah… Say, you’re not– going to eat me, right?” The mouse timidly asks.
“Huh…” Sasha scans him, thinking. “...I dunno. I find it harder to control myself around uh, cuties.” Sasha admits with a bashful blush, scratching her hair and avoiding eye contact.
“D’ueh… Are you flirting with me?”
“I dunno. Either way, I’ll try and do my best not to just– gobble you up though.~” She winked, “heh.~”
Dr. Small swallowed nervously.
“Just try and be less cute? Cool your head.” She instructed, shaking her head in a non-dramatic “come on now, seriously?” sort of gesture.
“Yeah okay, I’ll try I guess…”
“Now… I’m not the best at dealing with lightning, but uh, maybe you have something for that?” Sasha turned her vision away from him back to the gauntlet to calm her gut-lust.
“Oh. Yeah! The Duke dropped me while I still had my toolkit on me! I should have an EMP grenade with me here somewhere!”
“An… You carry around a grenade with you in your bag?” Sasha inquired, looking back to the mouse bent over into his bag of equipment.
“EMP grenade,” he corrects Sasha, “it’s for disabling electronics, but it’s activated and thrown pretty much like how a grenade would be.”
“Okay…” Sasha nodded. That sounded more reasonable and less dangerous, “so why do you have that?” She asked.
“D’oh- well- I’m a roboticist. It’s a failsafe in case anything goes wrong, you know?”
“Oh… So, were you the one who made those kinda mid baseball bots?”
“They’re supposed to be deployed in one group.” He sighed.
“Heheh. No no, I meant taste wise.~” Sasha chuckled.
“You… ate my robots?” Small blushed in embarrassment.
“Heh, yep. Only like two or three though, I think.” Sasha confessed.
“Y-you don’t even remember exactly how many?” His embarrassment visibly deepened.
“No. I didn’t think I’d be meeting their uh… well, dad, might be putting it a little dark… Eheheh…” Sasha looked away, blushing, “Sorry.” She returned to eye contact.
“D’uh… No. No it’s fine. Thanks for putting them… Down. I suppose.” His blush grew even more meek as he thanked her.
“You aren’t upset I destroyed them?” Sasha scratched the back of her head.
“I mean. It’s a bit of a slap to the face… But I’ve been wanting to find another job anyways. Duke Richington’s just got everyone else too poor to hire me for anything! If I wasn’t working for him, then I wouldn’t have to build stupid evil fighting robots!” Small explained, his blush finally loosened up, distracted from her gut.
“I take it you have a family?” Sasha asked him.
“Huh? Uh, no. Nothing like that, why?”
“Well, why not just join the freedom fighters?” Sasha offered, arms crossed and confident.
“I figure the freedom fighters would have me building fighting robots too. And for lesser pay. It’s also not exactly legal.” Dr. Small shook his head, admitting.
“Well, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to right? Kinda what we’re fighting for.~” Sasha shrugged and winked.
“Aren’t I kind of what you need, however?”
“Yeah…” Sasha scratched her head. “I’m sure I can squeeze you in the right places though.” She gave a nod.
“Well… I don’t suppose I have anywhere else to go now. Besides out of here.”
“Great.” Sasha smiled, “ready to give that EMP a toss?”
“D’oh. Right! Pardon me, Miss Dragon.”
“Sasha’s fine. But what’s your name?”
“Oh. It’s Jaylac. Jaylac Small.”
“Cute name.~” Sasha’s belly grumbled, “alright, let’s give it the toss.” She smiled.
Dr. Small pulled the pin on his grenade and threw it as close to the center of the gauntlet as he could.
*PfffffMMMMMMM!~*
The snake men hissed, noting they no longer could shoot electricity beams with their weapons. They all looked around at one another, then shrugged and left uncaringly, tossing their swords on the floor.
“Aw nice!!” Sasha clenched her fist victoriously.
“Now we just gotta find a way past the axes and that boulder trap…”
“Heh. Not a problem.” Sasha smiled, “just leave it to ol’ Sasha the Dragon!” She pointed a thumb to herself enthusiastically. “Now… I said something about squeezing you somewhere before…” Sasha recalled, her gaze wondering.
“Ah yeah. I suppose if there’s enough tech funding and scrap to go around, I could make due.” The mouse shrugged.
“Cool.” Sasha gave a nod. “But for now, I’ll have to squeeze you somewhere safe.” Her back lunged downward so she could grab up the mouse by his shoulders. Without warning, she stuffed him down her throat!
“Guaaagh! Wait WaIT Waaumff! MNNNFNFNDGnfnf!” Dr. Small struggled, but he wasn’t escaping the dragon’s grasp.
“Hagoghmp! Guwalop! Guwark!
bAAAGHP.” Sasha belched crassly and unceremoniously. “Heheh, didn’t even make a bulge.” She poked her gut with a spark of pride. “Comfy in there?” She asked.
“...I’m in a stomach?!” Dr. Small answered.
“Nah, don’t worry, you’re in my insulation. It’s like a warm wet sleeping bag!” Sasha announced proudly, giving her gut several pats.
“Oh… That… aligns more with what we just discussed… I suppose…”
“Now then. Leave the rest of this Dungeon to me, eh?” Sasha snatched up his bag and wore it around her shoulder.
“Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice here…”
“Oh yeah! Heheheheh!~ Sorry.” Sasha laughed at him, “but I’d rather have an innocent life in my gut than on my shoulders.~” She declared.
“So… promise you’ll let me out?”
“Yeah! Dunno when though. Prolly won’t be for a few hours. Might also get a little cramped up in there, so sorry in advance.”
“Yeah… No worries…” The doctor blushes in her gut, deciding to enjoy himself in secret, seeing as he probably wasn’t going to be digested. Of course, he barely had the chance to with Sasha bouncing and leaping around!
“Alright. Let’s do this!” Sasha declared. She started by gasping in plenty of air and inflating her belly again!
*Boungboungboung~*
Sasha bounced up. And up! And up! She bounced so high, she simply dove over the beams the axes swung from! She landed on her hands, then leapt off them onto her massive, by comparison, feet.
*POOM
poom!*
“Welp, that’s the axes!” She said to herself… Now she just had to find a way to outpace this set of boulders, which repeatedly rolled down a single incline. Sasha did have just a bit of time to do something though… But what?
She tried calling her master, but he wasn’t available. “Drat.” Sasha sat on her gut, patting it as she recalled a new friend resided there, but her mind quickly hopped back to this puzzle…
“Oh yeah… Maybe it’s actually just the same certain boulders repeating?” Sasha thought aloud… “Maybe I can bank them off the wall until they deplete?”
“Are… Uh– you talking to me?” Small asked, all muffled from inside.
“Oh. No– Me.” Sasha blushes. “Heheh, now be quiet in there!~” Sasha jiggles for a second or two, hoping to make it more snug and cozy for her new companion. It riles up Dr. Small to say the least as the noises of her gut perform a symphony all around him~
“There we go.” she patted her gut gently.
Sasha tried kicking very hard onto the slope the boulders ran down. She easily cracked a huge chunk of it off too. Still, the boulders moved straight. If she could just slow them down enough to roll off the new half empty track…
“Huuuuff!” Sasha inflated herself again, hoping to bounce just one boulder back using her belly. She could only do it somewhat awkwardly though.
*bwomp!*
Darn! All she did was halt the boulder! However, the next boulder clacked into it before it began rolling again! Another boulder clacked into that one!
Every boulder besides the one Sasha hit became caught in the little slip, rolling off the slope into the depths below. She could hear each crack after several seconds, once they hit the ground.
“Well, there’s still that one boulder left, but I should have more than enough time to avoid it!” Sasha thought aloud. She waited around, and as she expected, a single boulder took a whole 15 seconds now! As it rolled past next, she casually walked through the door ahead of her.
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Duke Richinton regretted not installing any cameras in his gauntlet dungeon. He just had to kind of hope it did the trick now, didn’t he?
He would have a butler pour him a cup of lapsang souchong tea.
He caressed one of his jars, Juno, sipping his tea gently as smooth jazz played in his quarters. “There’s no way Sasha the Dragon would get past my dungeon… Definitely not!” The Duke declared without full confidence…
A bouncing sound began approaching that he could hear from his chambers. His anxiety began to worsen. He locked the door to the room before sitting back on his seat and… No, no he couldn’t be in this room right now! If Sasha had gotten out, she’d have interrogated one of his staff and would be heading this way!
As he returned to the door, he began hearing the heavy bounces of a familiar figure…
“No!” He scowled… What should he do? Run? Yes! Probably run! He would flee to his helicopter in his secret lair!
Duke Richington kicked open his door. Immediately as he stepped outside, he Saw Sasha and Dr. Small at the end of the incredibly long hallway. “There he is!” Dr. Small pointed.
It was close, but he’d be able to avoid them for sure so long as he stayed this far ahead! He headed down the opposite way, passing a butler and turning left, passing a maid, turning right, then right again! Downstairs into his lair! The booming of Sasha’s bounce was consistent at first, but it was beginning to quiet as he headed downstairs. There lay a helicopter and a Bugatti that collected mist from a waterfall that naturally flowed into the lair. “Hahah!Yes!!” Duke Richington cackled as he hurried back up a few flights of stairs of his helipad.
As he walked up the last flight, his hopes would be instantly shattered as a massive stalactite crushed his helicopter.
*CRAunChng!*
Shortly after, Sasha fell from above, bouncing off the rubble onto the platform in front of him. “Honey. I’m home.” Sasha winked, teasing and waving.
“Gyaaaaaaaugh!” Duke Richington fell back in a stroke of panic and despair. He, he still could use his super car!
*baUMChnsh!*
As he glanced over to it, another stalactite crushed his car also, followed by Dr. Small grapple hooking down in front of the rubble with a laser cutter in his other hand.
“No! NooooooOoooo!” The duke grimaced.
“Heheheh. Is that all you have to say? Naooo-!” Sasha mocked and bullied, giggling.
“Please… Show me mercy, Miss Sasha the Dragon!” The duke bowed down pathetically to beg for his freedom. “I… I’ll join the freedom fighters! Please, just spare me!”
Sasha chuckled quite heartily at that. “Oh? Well, I prolly won’t spare you, but you’ll definitely be joining the freedom fighters~ Heheh~” She playfully lifted Duke Richington up by the shoulders, giving a taunting, friendly smile.
“Noooooo wait! Waiii-”
*Gchomp! Glk-k! Gluork!* Sasha stuffed him into her mouth in one bite! With a large swallow, the Duke quickly slid down into her belly, not even making a bulge or a sign he was stuck in there.
“Sasha the Dragon!! You will NOT get away with this! The Tax Collectors Union will definitely stop you and your puny rebellion in the end! Fear! US!” Her belly vibrated, “You won’t get far in the end! The others will surely-”
Sasha bounced on her gut once. *Bwomp*
“OW!”
“Keep quiet in there. Heheheh. Normally I love it when my food talks to me, but I think I finally gotta make an exception for you, Duke Richington! Oh, and honestly, you were kind of dry and bland in the end~”
“Hnngh… Gah, Curse you! Curse you Curse you! A THOUSAND CURS-”
*Bwoup*
“Augh… Hmmnnhhh…” Duke Richington shushed in defeat, it seemed finally.
“There we go.” She nodded.“That’s a wrap then, huh? Uguueeighp!” Sasha belched wetly, then patted her gut.
Dr. Small nodded to her with flushed cheeks again. “Yeah…” He timidly agreed.
“Actually, there is one more thing.” Sasha smirked, swiftly lunging her upper torso down to snag the Doctor up in the air like her previous prey.
Small gazed into her eyes in shock, fear, and intimacy.
“Wanna go back in my safety pouch? Keep tabs on his digestion?” She charmingly tilted her head.
He nodded dumbfoundedly.
“Cool! Haaaaaa~!” Sasha opened wide, stuffing his head into her mouth enthusiastically, she sent him right back where she first kept him in several, more gentle, gulps.
*guwork. Gwark. Gwalpl… Gweearkp!*
“Beghp~” Sasha belched again, shifting the chamber around to spin the lucky mouse upright within her.
“Ahh…” Sasha’s expression relaxed a little more. She patted her gut playfully. “That’s more like it~” She nodded, sucking little bits of flavor off her fingertips and savoring them briefly.
“You tasted way better than Duke Richington. You know that, Jaylac?” She explained.
“Haaah I’m sure I did.” The overwhelmed mouse agrees from within. Sasha used his name!
“Definitely the kind of food I prefer talking to as well~”
“Hmmnh~” he moaned.
“You seem pretty happy in there too. Heheh. Now. Let’s bounce on home. I’ve got some friends for you to meet!” She enthusiastically reminded her gut, before bouncing off into the car tunnel, into the moonlight.
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