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"Everyone run! There's another dragon!" screamed a terrified villager.

The people of the large hamlet scattered, seeking cover wherever they could get it. It puzzled the poor grey lady who happened to arrive that morning. She wasn't actually a dragon, or at least she wasn't entirely dragon. There was a hint of draconic blood in her lineage, but not enough for her to try and play up. But for some, that didn't really matter. Clearly this village was of a particularly fearful mindset.

The tegu sighed and carried on walking, following the path into the little settlement. She towered over anyone who happened to dart past, which no doubt frightened them even more. That tended to happen when one was two and a half meters tall. Her softly thick build didn't necessarily help. Whispers began to pass, assuming she had eaten the villagers of the last town she had raided. Amusing, but inaccurate. It wasn't villagers she would try that with.

As the lady walked, she felt more and more awkward, fearful she might not be able to convince them she meant them no harm. Surely the fact that she was actually dressed would have suggested she was civilized, right? She wasn't exactly flaunting anything, properly covered and everything. Not how she liked to go about, but modesty and polite society demanded such.

"Hello," Talash called out, "Hi, I'm not here to hurt anyone. I came because I saw a poster in the next town over saying you needed a group of warriors to handle a problem for you."

The screaming faded as everyone took refuge. Occasionally, the tall, grey lizard lady could see eyes peering out of windows or from behind carts or barrels.

"Be gone, dragon!" shouted one of the nearest townsfolk.

"I'm not a dragon. I promise. I don't breathe fire and I don't hoard gold. My name's Talash. I thought I'd come help you out with your problem. Can someone come out and tell me what the poster was about?" the tegu asked, lifting a hand with the very sheet of parchment in question.

That seemed to ease the fears of a few of the locals, but most remained hidden right where they were. A few brave souls slowly crept out from their hiding places and timidly approached the big lady. They looked up at her, still fearful of someone so big. Dragon or no, she could easily do unspeakable things to anyone she saw fit.

"Y-y-you w-w-want to h-h-help us?" asked a trembling dog, scruffy looking and in need of a bath, no doubt one of the local farmers.

"Yes, that's why I came," Talash looked down, then crouched, holding out the flyer, "Do you know what this is about? Or do I need to talk to the elder or the mayor or whoever is in charge?"

"That would be me," called a new voice from a hunched-over rabbit making use of a walking stick, "I'm the elder. My name is Ynir. I had those flyers made and distributed. If you are indeed seeking to render aid, I would be happy to explain our troubles over a cup of tea."

"Tea sounds lovely. But... if it isn't too much trouble," Talash blushed as her stomach growled, "Could I also trouble you for something more substantial?"

Half an hour passed as the old rabbit explained the troubles the town had been suffering over the last several months. He had welcomed the tegu to sit just out in front of his home as they spoke. The elder reclined in a rocking chair on his porch and Talash sat in the grass just down the short hill in front of him. She was far too tall to fit through the door, even if she bent over, to say nothing of how broad she was. As it happened, 'front lawn' was her preferred 'seat in the house'. It meant she couldn't knock anything over by accident.

The village had come out of hiding and quickly began doing their best to feed the big lady. Once they realized they were in no danger and might actually be in the presence of one who could best the monster plaguing them, they showered her with gifts. Anything that wasn't food, Talash politely declined. What of it that was food, she partook. It was difficult reigning in her appetite. She didn't want to eat them out of house and home, but she didn't want to be rude. And they did seem to have quite the impressive skills when it came to the culinary arts.

"So my dear, that is the whole story. I'm sure you can understand now why we reacted the way we did." Ynir said with a chuckle.

"I suppose I should be flattered. I didn't think I looked enough like a dragon to pass for one, but when you're tormented and terrorized by one on a regular basis, I suppose you start to see them in your sleep." Talash said with a good natured smile.

"I want to thank you for your patience with my people. You're absolutely right when you say you start to see dragons in your sleep when you're regularly attacked by one. I should warn you, this creature is not to be trifled with. Many have gone in search of it to slay it. None have returned." the rabbit said.

"That's usually how things go when dealing with dragons," Talash nodded, then tore at a hunk of meat still on the bone, letting her manners slip a little as she continued to speak, "Can I ask what level they were?"

The rabbit frowned and lifted a paw to stroke along his chin thoughtfully. It took him a brief moment to draw upon the details requested.

"Well, I don't know if I rightly recall all of them, but if I remember correctly, the most recent group that came through looking to take on the beast was probably the most formidable we've seen. They were four, and the lowest among them I believe was certified level seven. The highest, a magic user the likes of which I'd not seen before, was quite proud of his level ten certification." Ynir said.

Talash sighed and shook her head as she put the large meat-covered bone down, then lifted a hefty jug to her lips. After a strong draught, she wiped her muzzle with the back of her paw and set the jug back down. A quiet burp rumbled through her, one that she tried to suppress so that she might appear at least somewhat ladylike.

"Level ten magic user, the lowest in the group was a level seven. Yeah, they were just asking to be dragon food it sounds like." the tegu said, sounding disappointed but not surprised.

"If you don't mind my asking, might you happen to be of a higher rank?" the graying rabbit asked.

A hint of a grin spread across the big lady's muzzle and she sat herself upright proudly. She lifted one of her arms, flexing it to show off the size of her bicep, bringing her other paw over to squeeze the contracted muscle.

"I'm level fifteen. Whatever this beastie can throw at me, I'm pretty sure it won't be any trouble at all. I'm happy ta take the job. What does it pay?" Talash asked.

"Oh, we are but a simple hamlet. We do not have much in the way of wealth. I'm afraid all we can offer is our gratitude and perhaps another meal. However, I do believe this particular dragon has a rather sizable hoard. If you can best the monster and free us from its tyranny, its treasure would certainly fall to you." Ynir said.

"I'm not real big on treasure, but we can deal with that later. Got any leads as to where the bastard's hiding?" the tegu asked, clearly eager to get underway.

The conversation carried on for another fifteen minutes. The meal, at least three times that long. The big lady tried her best not to make to much of a pig of herself, but she had become known as something of a bottomless pit. When she was certain she had reached the limit of the town's hospitality, Talash took the information on the dragon and departed, aiming to find its lair. Normally, such a feat would be impossible for only one adventurer. It wasn't at all uncommon to hear of groups of ten being slain and devoured by these beasts.

Talash was confident she could handle herself, perhaps overconfident, but that remained to be seen. Any negative thoughts about her skills and strength measuring up were pushed away. She walked through the forest, finding the tracks the creature left to be rather obvious. This monster clearly had no reason to conceal its presence. It was all too aware of how easily it dominated the region. It probably considered itself lord over the entire area. Talash would have to correct that.

The lady adjusted her coarse, green trousers, tightening the bands around her thighs and waist. She leaned against a nearby tree to tug the bands around her ankles and paws nice and tight. Her chest, she didn't need to do anything about the make-shift top she had crafted from canvas. That was the only material she could find in sizable enough amounts to make a garment to cover her shame. The two 'cups' were covering her ample bust well enough, and she could feel they were as tight as she could fit on herself comfortably. It was unusual to see a monk going up against a dragon in combat, but then the tegu had a long list of successful hunts under her belt, figuratively and literally.

The last band of thieves she had been hired to deal with had added to her waistline as well as her chest, though not quite as much as she would have liked. They were pretty scrawny after all. A dragon meanwhile sounded like a serious challenge, one she was eager to take on. And with one so sure of itself that it made no effort to conceal the trail to its lair, it must have been pretty sizable.

It took only a short while to come upon the cave all the tracks and scratches in the earth led to. The tegu took a breath to steel herself, and stretched. It only made sense to prepare for the coming battle. She reached into one of the brown sacks hanging off her hip and retrieved a small glass bottle. The cork stopper was pulled and the rich, red potion within was drained into the lady's large mouth. It didn't hurt to make sure she was in absolute peak form. Her pre-battle preparations complete, Talash strolled confidently into the cave.

The sound of a heavy, rushing snore echoed through the tunnel, guiding her directly to the beast in question. There were other tunnels splitting off the main path, but they were small, too small for Talash to concern herself with. When at last the tunnel opened up into a grand, expansive cavern, she got her first look at the opponent she had agreed to face. The dragon lay atop its mountain of gold and jewels, vast enough to make any village wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. It was quite an impressive collection. The creature laying atop it was a dingy green, likely nearing a point where it might shed its skin and reveal a brilliant jade hue underneath. That meant it was likely to be ornery.

As she approached, she crossed her arms, gazing at the fellow scaled beast with a look of annoyance, trying to push down the stronger sense of anxiety creeping in. He was big. And it was a he. She could smell his 'pride'. From nose to tail, he had to be at least six meters. His trim, toned build meant he would be strong, and it likely meant he would be arrogant. Just what had she gotten herself into?

"Well shit. You're certainly gonna put up a hell of a fight." Talash said to herself.

It had been too loud, causing the creature to flick his eyes open and cast them about the cave looking for the source. He had snapped to attention almost immediately. His reflexes were quick. As soon as his eyes locked on the tegu monk standing away from his mound of precious metals and stones, he hissed and began to stalk towards her.

"Just who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my lair!?" he snarled angrily.

"There's a cute little town not two hours walk from here. You've been driving the people there to the point where they're hiring any group of adventurers that passes their way in the hopes of getting them to kill you. I'm not interested in letting anyone else come looking for you and never being heard from again." Talash said defiantly.

"Oh, so you've come to put a stop to my rule over this forest, have you?" the dragon hissed as he drew ever closer, "You, all by yourself, think you can slay a beast as mighty as me!?"

Talash kept her eyes locked on the piercing yellow orbs glaring back at her. She tried to not show any signs of her nerves getting the better of her. She might have just gotten herself into more than she could handle. He stood tall enough that he could look her in the eye, on her level, even while he was on all fours. And those teeth of his looked terribly sharp, ready to rend flesh. Then there was the fire breath to consider.

"Everyone they've sent your way has been under-qualified to handle something like you. I'm not. I'm going to give you one chance to take the easy route. Leave this area and never come back. Go find some isolated, desolate place far from here, far from anyone else, and stay out of the way of decent folk just trying to get by. Do that, and I might let you live." the tegu said sternly, bluffing her confidence.

She did have a decent degree of charisma. She just might be able to talk the beastie out of fighting, but she wasn't about to hold her breath. She almost never succeeded in those gambles. She had better luck playing dice, and she wasn't exactly a master of the game.

A loud, hateful laugh filled the chamber as the dragon found her threat amusing. He began to circle around the monk, carefully examining her, looking for signs of weakness, injury, or even a gap in her defenses. He could not find any. It didn't stop him from feeling confident in his authority over her.

"You do not give me orders, wench! But I must say, I do like your spirit! Perhaps after I have forced you to submit, I may decide to use you as a breeder! Someone built as you are would be well suited to the task! Take that as my counter-offer, bow to my will, be my plaything to satisfy myself with whenever I am in need of slaking my lust, and I may let you live long enough to actually begin to enjoy it!" the dragon snarled.

"As much fun as it might be, you aren't my type. And if I had to guess, I'm not your type either. So why don't you give up your claim before you force me to hurt you?" Talash asked, though it was less that she requested his cooperation and more she demanded it.

The dragon didn't respond. He didn't like her insinuation that she could handle him. Instead, he lunged, teeth flashing as they hungered to sink into flesh. They found none. Talash had sidestepped in the brief instant she had to react, lifted an arm overhead, then brought her elbow down onto his head. It sent him to the floor with a loud bark-like noise of shock. He recovered swiftly and resumed his prowl. She was quick, he had not expected that.

Now that the dragon was up on his paws again and moving about, she could see what he had that made him so cocky. It wasn't half bad for something his size. But it didn't quite measure up to what the tegu was concealing in her trousers. As he circled her, he was given a new perspective, which revealed a sizable bulge in her trousers, one that rivaled his own.

"You are tainted! Such a creature isn't fit to mingle with my noble blood! I suppose I will simply have to tear out your throat and eat you so that your kind cannot spread! Filthy, diseased whore!" the dragon roared, offended that his opponent was a woman who happened to be equipped the same extent he was.

"What did you call me!?" Talash asked, dropping her clenched fists to her sides as she stepped in closer.

"I said you are a disgusting, deformed, impure wretch who isn't good enough to be called a slut!" the dragon roared again, "Your very presence defiles my lair! Your mother should have drowned you wh-"

He didn't get to finish his diatribe. A fist slammed hard into the side of his jaw. The drake's head was sent twisting off to one side, taken completely by surprise. He whipped his head back and bared his teeth, preparing to strike. He didn't get the chance. A powerful swing of the grey lady's arm connected just under his chin, sending him tipping backwards, even peddling back away from her from the force.

"Don't you ever speak to a lady like that!" Talash bellowed, then lunged.

Her fists flew furiously, hammering away at whatever part of the green dragon she could land a blow on. He had been taken completely by surprise in the first volley, but quickly righted himself and mounted a defense. He began slashing with his claws, trying to punish the monk for extending her arms too far. The straps wrapped around her forearms were shredded in seconds, falling in tatters to the ground. Talash had been lucky that she had withdrawn quickly enough, otherwise she might have been made to bleed.

The enraged dragon began striking with claw and fang, his movement swift and difficult to predict. It was all the lady could do to deflect and dodge. Each time he managed to connect, even though he never sank his teeth or talons in, she was thrown back with frightening strength. She really had gotten in over her head, and she was likely to pay for it if she wasn't exceedingly careful. Still, in spite of knowing just what she was up against, she could not drop her cocky attitude.

"Is that the best you've got!? I've sparred with white-belts that could do better than that!" she shouted, hoping to goad the egotistical monster.

It worked, making the dragon roar angrily as he lunged forward again. Talash tucked and rolled, easily avoiding what could have been a very nasty slash had it found its way to her hide. That might be how she could end this. But she would need to wear him down, tire him out. There was no point in putting a fresh dragon a full strength into any sort of submission hold. He would be able to tear himself out of it, and that would leave her very, very unhappy.

With a change of tactics in mind, Talash began essentially dancing with the monster. He would occasionally adjust his own strategy, calming down enough to think his way through the battle, but a well placed insult, or even kicking his hoard sent him back into a blind rage all over again. It was a good weakness, one she could exploit easily. And the angrier she could get him, then so much the better. A monster like him would be good for quick bursts of action, but with no real challenges to test himself with, he likely wouldn't have much in the way of stamina.

A few minutes into the fight, that assessment proved accurate. The dragon started to slow his attacks, refraining from lashing out and striking nearly as often. He continued to posture, hissing and snarling, even throwing a feint attack on occasion. No doubt he was testing Talash's reactions now. He had been pushed past the usual round of battle, now he had to be cautious. The monk congratulated herself for making it so far. If the dragon was changing the pace, perhaps he was indeed low on stamina. He wasn't breathing hard, at least it didn't appear as though he was winded. It was hard to tell with all the angry noises he was making.

It was time to see if she could still get under his skin enough and force a mistake.

"Is that it? The mighty 'lord of the forest' snaps and slashes a few times and he's done? I expected something more! Not this pitiful little worm!" the tegu said haughtily.

"I'll show you just how much more of me there is to be had!" the dragon roared furiously.

He dug his talons into the ground and lunged, jaws wide, aiming to bite down on anything he could get his teeth around. Talash dodged once again, righting herself just in time to see the green-scaled beast skid, stumble, and fall onto his side. It took him only an instant to right himself, his eyes glaring daggers at the intruder. He wanted so very badly to bring her to harm, and his inability to do so with the ease he had enjoyed in battles past was frustrating him terribly. He was compromised, the monk could see it easily. It was time to go on the offensive.

Talash bounced on her paws softly, letting her arms dangle loosely for a moment before bringing her fists up, ready to fight. The green dragon watched her carefully as she bobbed up and down, looking for any hint, any clue that she might be about to strike. She didn't give even one. She just continued to bob up and down, showing her readiness. There was a point to her efforts, and she waited patiently for it to reveal itself. As the dragon studied her, he began to relax his posture, not expecting her to make the first move.

In that moment, his gaze drifted to her chest. Her breasts bounced along with her legs, distracting him. He had not intended the glance, but the two-legged ones did tend to come in a variety of shapes he found rather pleasing. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was better hung than him, he might have allowed himself the luxury of being aroused.

That momentary falter was all that was needed. The chest he had clapped his eyes at only once suddenly rushed forward at him. His gaze lifted to see the tegu poised for a heavy blow, one arm reeled back. She was fast, shockingly so for someone of her build. The fist came screaming forward and connected with the side of the dragon's head. She wasn't aiming for his jaw any longer. She cracked her knuckles against his skull, feeling the joints in her fingers pop rather than the crunch of breaking bone, then pulled her arm back again as the blow left the beast dizzy.

Talash's elbow rose high, then came crashing down on the dragon's neck, just the base of it where it joined with his head. It sent him to the ground, flat on his stomach, harder than before. His vision blurred as he suffered the two hearty blows. How had she done that? It was that hypnotic chest of hers. She had used it to lower his guard! He had been charmed by a 'deformed' female, and it infuriated him all over again.

Before he had fully recovered, the dragon lifted himself up, stumbling on his paws. He was starting to foam at the mouth from his rage, and he wasn't going to calm himself. Not now. He snapped at the tegu again, but she backed out of his range. He pursued, inhaling deeply as he raced forward. That was when Talash slipped and fell to one knee. She had stepped on a few coins that had scattered across the bare floor during the fight. This was his chance! His jaws closed in, aiming squarely for the monk's head.

He clamped down, finding something for him to squeeze. But, his teeth never felt the sensation of sinking into flesh. The taste of blood never came. As his vision started to sharpen again, he saw what had happened. The grey lizard had caught his jaws with her forearms, using immense strength to keep his mouth pried open. It wasn't the result he wanted. He desperately longed to bite her, but this would do. The deep inhale he had taken earlier was waiting for use. He started to coil his neck back as light began to shine from deep in the back of his throat. He was preparing to use his fiery breath. The rumble of his growl sounded the coming of the inferno.

Talash could see it coming. She would be enveloped in a cloud of flame, and that would not go over well. But then, she had anticipated all of this. Even her dropping to a knee had been part of the plan. She waited carefully, watching until the dragon had reached a point where he could not stop himself. The light blazed bright in his mouth, and just before the flames erupted, the monk jerked her arms from his jaws. The teeth clacked shut loudly, surprising the dragon.

Then, that same elbow that had struck his neck came down on his muzzle. The green beast was sent to the floor again, this time pinned under the surprisingly heavy weight of the monk. Talash squirmed hard to get into position, wrapping her arms around his snout, and her legs around his chest and forelegs. She had him in a tight hold. The dragon's eyes bulged as he realized what he had just been tricked into.

A deep, belch-like noise rumbled up in his throat as two large puffs of thick, black smoke exploded from his nostrils, carrying little hints of flame with them. The pain was rather horrible, like trying to hold in a sneeze, only on fire. Talash had forced him to bottle up his breath, which was never a wise idea for a dragon. Had he not been knocked for a loop by the elbow, he might have thought to permit it to escape properly through his nose, but he wasn't thinking clearly. The combination of raw fury and mind-clouding blows had kept him from doing anything but simply reacting.

The green beast whined and squirmed weakly as the discomfort of a 'misfire' ached through his throat, mouth, and nose. He wouldn't be able to use his breath again for quite some time, not without it being extremely painful. Talash smirked as she held him fast, not giving him any room to pull himself free.

"Gesundheit," the tegu said, "I'll bet that must have hurt."

Her answer was another whine. The battle was essentially won by this point. He wouldn't be able to stand up to her now, not when he was in such a pathetic mood. But, since a wounded dragon was almost always more dangerous than a healthy one, she intended to offer him no quarter. The tegu, feeling a tinge of doubt in the back of her mind, proceeded with her usual method of doing away with bandits and monsters. She opened her jaws, stretched them back and forth for a moment, then shoved the green dragon's head in.

The look on his face was priceless. His eyes widened as the cavern of the smaller lizard's maw swallowed up his field of view. His squirms started anew and he fought as best he could, looking akin to a cat who had gotten its head stuck in a hole in the wall. The first gulp was fairly easy and quick, sealing the monster's head into the big lady's throat. It bulged her neck enormously, making her start to question if she could actually pull this off.

A few scratches from the beast's hind-claws tore at the cloth bands around her ankles. It told her she needed to be quick about this. The next swallow was loud, wet, and came with a great deal of force. She had moved her arms to hold the monster's neck, pushing him in as deep and as quick as she could. In that one swallow, she had reached his shoulders, and began tucking his wings into her mouth. He had not bothered to use them at all in his fight against her. Had he done so, he might have managed to gain the upper hand. His overconfidence had helped her.

The tegu's less than trim stomach began to stretch, showing signs of the dragon's head as it pushed through to the gurgling, groaning chamber she was cramming him into. He wasn't enjoying this, the idea of being devoured by a smaller creature, and a two-leg at that. He roared angrily, muffled by the lizard's belly. It made it sound as though she was incredibly hungry. The next swallow pulled the dragon in so far that her jaws reached halfway down his chest, stretching her maw open wider than she had managed to in the past. An ache set in around the joint, straining to hold together.

The lump in the tegu's throat grew as the widest part of the beast sank into her. As she gulped again, shoving that barreled chest into her, the bulge stretched downward through her front. Her own chest was forced to push outward. Her simple top wasn't designed to handle devouring a meal this size. It burst open, the fabric ripping as it failed, letting her breasts spill out, uncovered and free. Talash grunted unhappily, realizing she was going to have to buy another giant piece of cloth to cover herself again.

Both of the dragon's front legs found themselves pinned to his sides as she swallowed again, pushing onward, even as her body began to tell her she was likely to regret the act. She had to finish it. She couldn't leave a dragon this nasty half hanging out of her mouth. He might figure out how to pull himself free, and then she'd be in trouble. Her stomach surged outward as she worked over the green beast's torso, swelling until she could feel it pushing against her thighs.

Oh this had been a bad idea. She was going to have indigestion for days. And yet, the fact that she was stuffing herself so full enticed her to continue. She knew she would be supremely uncomfortable, but that was part of the fun of being so gluttonous. She loved eating until she had a belly ache, and this was going to be a monstrous once. The tegu began unfastening her trousers, freeing her expanding waistline from so limiting a constraint. It also allowed her to free something else, something that was beginning to demand attention.

Talash kept one paw on the green monster disappearing into her jaws. The other groped and squeezed at her stiffening member. It had started to drool, staining her pants dark. The strength of her meal's struggles was getting to her. She groaned and turned over so that her belly pushed downward, forcing her knees apart as she knelt at the edge of the dragon's hoard. His hind legs kicked about, fruitlessly trying to slow his descent into the churning pit of the tegu's gut.

She began to grind her hips forward, thrusting that aching spire against her sagging belly, needing release. It wasn't until she had started on the dragon's hips that she heard whispers from behind her. She turned to look, finding other scaled creatures massed near the mouth of the tunnel. They were significantly smaller, and they all looked quite timid.

"She has beaten the master." one of the kobolds whispered.

"Does that mean she is to take his place?" another asked just as quietly.

"Look! She is devouring him whole!" gasped another.

"If we do not pledge to serve her, will she devour us too?" whispered someone from the group Talash could not see.

She growled around the green creature and swallowed hard again. The gulp tugged the beast in up to his knees, leaving only a portion of his legs and a length of his long tail, lashing about in the hope of finding something to wrap around and anchor itself to. She lifted an arm and gestured to the kobolds, demanding they approach. With a heavy thud, Talash turned and flopped down against the pile of gold. Her gut writhed and growled on top of her. Gravity would help pull the rest of the dragon in. And if it didn't, his constant struggles to turn about and claw back up her throat would. He wasn't getting out. And she would be immobile.

The timid little lizards all approached as commanded. There had to be at least a dozen of them. As if they had come to some sort of consensus, several moved to either side of the big, grey lady's cream colored gut. They began massaging the churning dome, listening to their former master snarl and complain unhappily under her hide. Talash began to relax, feeling the monster's hind legs glide down her throat, pulling his paws into her mouth. She gestured to below her gut, aiming for the huge, throbbing shaft pressing up against her stuffed gut, expecting someone to come to her aid.

It didn't take long for the kobolds to comprehend her request. One of them moved quickly to it, licking and suckling on what of the huge rod it could fit in its mouth. Talash arched her back and groaned happily, swallowing one more time to pull the last of the dragon out of sight. She closed her jaws, cleared her mouth, then opened them again to sigh in satisfaction. Nothing of the green dragon could be seen other than the great lump of a belly pinning her down. She began grinding her hips weakly against the little fellow servicing her, unable to do more than that with so much weight on top of her.

"That's good. Just keep doing that!" she said, just before letting out a loud, very unladylike belch.

When a puff of smoke and a few little licks of flame escaped her in the process, she blushed. That hadn't been her. The dragon was trying to breathe fire to make her cough him up. It didn't add to the discomfort. She had a rather high resistance after all. But he was no doubt in agony from it. The monk's belly gurgled loud enough to be heard out in the forest and the kobolds continued to massage, fearing their new mistress might make a snack of them if she was displeased.

"What shall we call our new overlord?" one of the kobolds asked.

"Overlord nothing," Talash said, struggling a little for breath, "More like overload. Ugh, I'm not gonna keep you enslaved. Just help me deal with his creep, and a few other things like that one down there's doing. Oh yeah, mmm. Almost there!"

Before any of the kobolds could ask anything further, the tegu tipped her head back and cried out in glee. A hearty surge of sticky white erupted from her bucking rod. The short, red fellow who had been suckling tried his best to remain in place, swallowing as much as he could. His belly swelled until he looked a great deal like the overstuffed tegu. The pressure came to be too much and he flew back, thrown off of her member. Another quickly stepped in to take over, bloating out just like the first.

If this was how they intended to serve her, Talash was beginning to wonder if it was such a bad thing to keep a few for herself.

It took three days for the tegu to digest the green monster enough to be able to walk again. In that time, she noticed a few changes. She had gained a fair bit of height. Instead of only two and a half meters tall, she was closing in on three and a half. Her chest had swelled considerably, something she deeply relished. The kobolds had been eager to fondle and massage the 'enhanced' swells, leaving her to regret her decision to free them. Her trousers were hopelessly undersized now. She couldn't fit them back over her broader hips to save her life. But she tried to keep them up as far as they would stay. A few rips and tears later, and she could pull them up over her wide, full rump.

Then there was also that generous shaft the kobolds were tending to almost night and day. It had grown, proving more of a challenge for the former dragon's servants to tend to. And the sac that had provided the seed they were getting filled with--originally rather impressive alone--had swelled tremendously. Talash could feel her bulging, sloshing scrotum bounce against her knees as she stood. It had only enticed the kobolds further. From the moment they had started to the moment Talash climbed to her paws to leave, the short, scaled creatures had ensured that one of them stayed on her one way or another, suckling or riding. Most of them now sported great, sloshing stomachs. They were even proud of what they had gotten from their mistress, almost as if it was somehow a badge of honor.

So much about her had changed and grown. Initially, she thought of it as an inconvenience, something to be bemoaned since she would need new clothing. But then she came to think of it as something to be enjoyed. She was bigger, stronger, and more intimidating. No one would mess with her now. Over all, she had thickened, broadened, and become a far more formidable looking adversary. Surely she had managed to jump several levels from that one fight alone. When certified, she assumed she could easily hit level twenty now.

The trip back to the village was slow. Talash was still carrying a lot of the dragon that had not been absorbed yet. She wouldn't need to eat for at least a week. That wouldn't stop her from indulging anyway. The kobolds followed her, carrying baskets or sacks of treasure from the dragon's hoard with them. When she appeared on the horizon, finally within view of the villagers, the alarm was raised just as when she had first approached days ago.

Eventually, it was clear it wasn't the 'lord of the forest' as they had feared, and the villagers amassed in front of the big, bloated tegu waddling into town.

"I see you are still very much alive!" Ynir said with a laugh.

"Yeah, still here. Sorry it took me so long to get back. There's more of me to haul now." Talash said with a grin, slapping her still enormously chubby stomach.

The jostling set off a quake in her middle that forced a belch from her. This time, she didn't feel at all embarrassed by it, actually rather proud of the noise. The little puff of smoke and flame that came with it surprised the villagers. That had been an amusing addition the tegu was relishing. She had managed to absorb a few little attributes from the dragon. She wouldn't be able to use it as a breath weapon, at least not yet. Perhaps with training, but she wasn't too concerned with it.

"So... you ate him, did you?" Ynir asked, lifting his walking stick to gently prod at the great, gurgling gut.

"Yup. He won't be back. And these little guys don't have to serve him anymore," Talash gestured to the kobolds, "I figured you guys could use help rebuilding."

"We welcome them to join our community," the old rabbit said, gesturing for the kobolds to approach and be greeted by the villagers, "You could have taken the dragon's lair for yourself, kept them as your slaves, kept his hoard as yours."

"I could have, but that's not really me. These little guys are cute, and it was tempting to keep them as my entourage, but this is a better solution. And I don't need all that treasure. I think you guys can put it to better use." Talash said.

"Yes, I'm sure we can, but if you don't mind my asking," Ynir gazed over the group of short, round-bellied lizards, "Why are they so fat? I should think that horrible dragon would have starved them until they were too skinny to fight back."

Talash blushed and adjusted her trousers, hoping to conceal the still throbbing length running down one of the legs. Maybe no one would notice that she was still at half mast.

"Um... couldn't say," she said nervously, then reached down, taking one of the sacks of gold that had been brought back to the village, "Think I'll take at least a little for myself. Inns and taverns cost money and I like to tip big."

"Yes, that would be more than reasonable. If ever you are in need of lodging or food, you will always be welcome here." Ynir said, bowing his head softly.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you. For now, I think I'm going to head off, see if anyone else needs help from a big girl like me." Talash said.

The tegu said her goodbyes, then started down the road. It took a little doing to convince the kobolds to stay rather than follow her. She wanted to take at least a few with her, if only to help with the burning lust that came from being so stuffed. It had not died down much in the last three days. Against her intense desire, she refrained and made it clear they were to stay with the village.

She would find other partners, she was sure of that. And until then, she could just satisfy herself the old fashioned way. Her mind quickly turned to thinking of where to find jobs next. Hopefully, there might be another town in need of a dragon slayer. Even though she had pushed herself right the limit with the 'lord of the forest', she found herself licking her lips at the prospect of taking on another dragon. He had tasted pretty good. Maybe the next one would be just as tasty. And there was really only one way to satisfy a craving for dragon.

Now that Talash was a self-styled 'expert' on bringing them down, she would get plenty of opportunities to satisfy that craving.