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There once was a village of humble villagers who lived at the bottom of a dark, looming mountain. These people lived happily and joyously, enjoying of the monotonous routine of their daily, regular lifestyle. Spending their days doing chores like: cropping, cooking, chopping, collecting, baking, serving, defending and talking, either simultaneously or one at a time.

The citizens of the village would fool themselves, believing that their village was safe from any sinister attacks, or attacks in general for that matter. Everyone trusted each other (liking one another was whole other ordeal all together), no one locked their doors or shut their windows, there was a sense of complete and absolute false safety among the villagers of the small village.

But recently, the villagers have been noticing a strange occurrence happening, there was a shortage of food, but no one knew what to do about it. Some figured it was probably some greedy villagers, probably the upper class snobs, who were overindulging themselves with the village's hard earned food. They figured a simple solution to the shortage was just to crop more food, enough to make up for the ones that were missing. But strangely enough, even after the solving the apparent issue at hand, the shortage continued, which made the villagers angry.

The lower class gathered together, pitch forks ready, agreeing to march up to the upper class houses and give them a piece of their mind. One of the villagers had a grand idea of collecting hay on a stick and lighting it on fire, good for striking fear in the richer villagers eyes, and burning their houses if it ever came to it (they dubbed said makeshift object as "torch") In a roaring cheer, they were prepared to show the upper class-men not to mess with the villagers or their food storage.

"Lets show those upper class douche bags not to mess with us!!" the crowd cheered with the yelling villager, "Lets burn their houses!!" the cheering intensified, all the angry villagers raised their pitchforks and burning torches high above their heads, marching towards the gate to the upper class men's houses.

On their way to the gate, they were met with the village's pastor, desperate to put a halt to this madness. He called out, telling that he knew exactly who was robbing them of their food storage and where this robber came from. To the villager's surprise, it wasn't the upper class manor.

The pastor gathered the villagers and began on a mysterious beast that lurk around around at night, stealing delicious pastries and other edible crops, eating some of them on spit. How the beast would gracefully descend from the mountains, obviously having done this before flawlessly, landing on its feet. He would also tell of his incredible luck that he had managed to see it all the night prior, when he conveniently decided to water his plants.

The villagers stared at the pastor in disbelief, they were about to declare his story as a fraud before a caretaker, from the back,of the group, found a mysterious trail of footprints in the muddy stall of the pigs. Long, clawed footprints that heard the windowsill before doubling back out the stall. In fact these prints were fresh! The beast was just here, robbing the villagers blind as they were distracted with attacking the upper class men. The villagers looked back to the smiling pastor, who declared had a plan to stopped this villainous monster once and for all!

The plan was simple, everyone would give the pastor all their gold and riches and other valuable trinkets, which he'll dump into several wheelbarrows ready to wheel them up to the beast, hopefully paying off the beast to stop vandalizing their village. Simple.
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"Pastoooor, can we take a break? We're tiiiirrred," whined one of the villagers, helping him wheeling one of the various wheelbarrows up the rocky, steep hill.

"No, I told you already, we need to hurry up the hill to reach the cave where the beast resides in, before night time, so that we can avoid living another day without any food." the pastor explained, once again.

The pastor managed to convince the upper class men to collaborate with his ingenious plan, upon finding out that the upper class-men have too been dealing with same problem as the villagers. The pastor had managed to fill a total of five wheelbarrows full of all the gold he had collected from all the generous contributors and had decided to start early next morning to venture up through the mountain's beaten path to find the dwelling place of the ravenous beast, which the pastor cleverly predicted was a cave near the top of the mountain.

The journey was long and harrowing, lasting nearly the whole day for the large, rag tag group of villagers made their way up the mountain, lugging the five wheelbarrows with them. The group, which the Pastor choose to tag along with him, consist of a doctor, a chef, a scholar, a farmer, a simple villager and about several others of unknown professions.

A chorus of whining and groaning was coming from the exhausted villagers, annoying the Pastor with each passing second.

"You guys act like you haven't lugged five wheelbarrows up a step hill in the middle of the day under the beating sun." the Pastor commented annoyed.

"Remember that when you got tired you stopped helping us pull these wheel barrows up, and then when we asked if we could take a break you said-"

"If one of you stop to take a break, all of you will want to stop and then we'll be going nowhere, yes I know what I said," the Pastor finished.

The villagers groaned in unison at the pastor's ignorance. If this journey lasted any longer, the pastor was going to have ten to twelve angry villagers to answer to for all this seemingly meaningless and tiresome work.

Fortunately for the oblivious Pastor, the group have finally they arrived to their destination, the cave near the top of the mountain. It was nearing nightfall and the pastor, along with his tired crew, needed to find the beast before it was too late.

"Alright, my people, this is it!" he announced, excited to see what kind of horrid, disgusting creature dwells within this moist, stalagmite-ridden cave.

"Why couldn't this beast have its cave, say, at the bottom of the gosh darn mountain?" asked one of the exhausted villagers, doubling over as he caught his breath.

"I can agree that that would have been beneficial to everyone, including the beast" confirmed another, sitting on the cold, hard ground.

"Why are you complaining to me for? It was the beast's decision!" defended the pastor, "Now come on, we're going to confront the beast and pay this creature so it won't terrorize us again!"

"Woah, we? As in, all of us?" asked one of the villagers, trying to hide the fear in his voice, "shouldn't one of us stay behind, just in case?"

"Just in case what?" asked the Pastor, annoyed by this frightened villager, "that the beast, who's inside the cave, suddenly appears outside and enters?"

"Are you foreshadowing-"

"NO I'M NOT FORESHADOWING ANYTHING!!" yelled the Pastor, enraged by his group's incompetence and resisting to follow orders.

"Alright, geez, how about we just a minute until we are brave enough to enter" suggested one of the villagers, calmly.

"Ugh, fine. Whatever." agreed the pastor, defeated.

After the group collected their courage, which took longer than the pastor would have liked, they entered the cave dragging the overburdened wheelbarrows along with them. The doctor, using the torch they had made earlier in the "angry mob" scenario, lead the way lighting up the path to help the ones behind him to see where they're going and to observe their surroundings.

Other than the usual humidity and and the faint sound of pebbles being displaced by the villager's walking, the only other thing they have found trekking through the cave was discarded pie tins, fruit skins and the occasional smears of blood on the walls. The villagers couldn't decided if the blood came from the animals that the beast took, or by anyone foolish enough to venture in here alone. The pastor didn't mind any of this, he was bent n quickly finding the monster, pay off its destruction and leave before anything goes awry in this plan of his.

"Hey, much longer until we find the beast in here?" asked one of the villagers in the back, fear slowly creeping back up his spine, the longer he trekked through.

"Shouldn't be far now, the mountain isn't that big so we should be reaching either the center or the end of the mountain soon," hypothesized the scholar.

Just then, they heard a low grumbling, like a something heavy was being dragged across the floor.

"What is that noise?" asked a frightened villager, hugging the man next to him.

As the dragging noise grew closer, thumps could be heard beating rhythmically, and with each passing beat, the thumping grew louder and louder. The villagers frantically looked around, trying to find the source of the sound before they eyes rested on a darkened silhouette that was approaching from the darkness. A low growl echoed around the cave as the large beast shined it's wide grin, showing the frightened villagers each and every sharp, bloodied tooth in that grin of hers. The villagers, stunned with horror, watched as the large silhouette grew closer and closer until finally the beast entered the dome of light the torch was shinning, showing the villagers the full figure of the terrifying beast.

What stood before them was a large dragoness, she was about twice the size of the pastor. The daily feasts that the dragoness would indulge in was very apparent in her figure, with wide hips, a thick tail and a bosom the looked to be the size of melons. But it showed a greater effect on the dome that swelled out of her midsection, making her look as if she had just eaten the village's largest cow. The villagers took their sweet time drinking whatever the heck they're looking at right now, stunned that the beast ravaging the village looked nowhere close to what they expected. The dragoness was confused by this awkward silence.

The pastor, being the first to break the silence, spoke up, "Oh, mighty dragon!"

"What do you want?" the dragoness asked, annoyed by the intrusion.

"You've been raiding our village, eating everything you steal," the pastor explained.

"Oh yeah, its part of my plan. I got it from my sister," the dragoness admitted, "so this is the part where you give me something where, in return, I don't raid your village, right?"

"Ummm, yes..." answered the pastor, a tad bit disappointed that he had been played this way by a dragoness. He signal the others to bring the wheelbarrows forward to the dragon, "We bring to you five wheelbarrows filled to the brim with golden coins!"

The dragoness's eyes shined widened in surprise as she saw the five wheelbarrows before her, the coins glittering against the light from the torch. hundreds and thousands of coins, all for her. The villagers, believing the worst was behind them, began making their way out of the cave.

She turned the coin in her hand over and over, admiring the shine of the coin, the feel of its touch, the small crease on the back... Crease?

"Wait a minute, what is this?" the dragoness asked, stopping the villagers in their tracks. They turned to the dragon, confused by what could she possibly find wrong with a piece of actual gold.

"What is what?" asked the doctor.

The dragoness didn't answer, instead she began picking at the crease with her claw, revealing that the golden coin had a fragile, metallic exterior which traitorously painted gold! Upon unwrapping the false coin, the dragoness found a brown coin like object. Poop? No, it didn't feel like poop, it was smooth and gave a delicious aroma to the air.

Though as delicious as the aroma was, the villagers were confused about this sudden revelation.

"Wait a minute, its a fake coin?" asked one of the villagers, growing angry.

"They're all fake," responded the dragoness, finding the same crease on the other coins.

"Waaaaiiit," a villager said, suddenly coming to a realization, "none of us gave the pastor fake gold, right?"

The others confirmed this statement, no one gave the pastor fake gold. They were willing to pay big money to rid themselves of a terrible beast. The pastor himself said he was gonna get someone to melt the gold and make coins out of it. Said pastor was sweating nervously, debating when would be the best time to run. Taking the angry faces, now staring at him, into consideration, the best time was two minutes ago.

The pastor was pushed to the front of the group, making him answer to an angry dragoness who's waiting for someone to explain this trickery.

"So this is your fault?" asked the angry dragoness.

"Well..." the pastor could smell the aroma coming from the dragoness's palm, "I had planned on keeping all the gold and instead make some funny money out of the cocoa beans that I had found in the outskirts of the village. It would be like, you payment for all this food I made."

"This is edible?" asked the dragoness. But she didn't get an answer because the pastor was busy with the angry villagers.

"wait, you wanted to get paid for farming and baking? That's ridiculous!" retorted one of the pissed off villagers.

"I don't know, I sort of agree with him," defended the chef.

"Oh please, that's like getting paid for medical services," one of them shot back.

"That doesn't sound so bad," commented the doctor to himself.

"EXCUSE ME!" the dragoness yelled out, making the stalagmites shake in the ceiling, stopping this argument before it got out of hand, "I was just told that this brown disk is food."

"Yeah, I told you that," said the pastor, relieved that he doesn't have to answer to the angry crowd.

"I've never seen this before!" the dragoness announced, "what do you even call it?"

"I call it... Fudge."

"Really?" she asked a bit uncertain on the name, "because the aroma makes me think of the word... Chocolate." The villagers murmured among each other, agreeing with naming the brown, sweet smelling object as chocolate.

"Well, whatever we decide to call the fudge," the pastor stubbornly commented, "its still delicious."

"I'll be the judge of that," the dragoness said, raising the chocolate coin up to her mouth and licking the coin with her pronged tongue. The taste was heavenly, it was sweet, it was like nothing she has ever tasted before. Few things that she has eaten before can compare to the deliciousness of this chocolaty delight. "Wow, this is so delicious."

"Fantastic, lucky for you we have five whole wheelbarrows filled with those delicious coins, and they're yours, but in exchange you won't terrorize our village." the pastor negotiated, knowing a dragon wouldn't turn a good deal down.

"Hmm," the dragon pondered about this. She could take the deal... or she could just lie, "Deal! Now gimme the chocolate!"

"Fudge," corrected the pastor as he signaled the villagers to wheel in the wheelbarrows. "Here it is, our part of the deal."

"Oh ho ho ho!" the greedy dragoness chuckled, sticking her hands into the first pile and eating handfuls upon handfuls of chocolate coins, wrapper and all. She didn't want to waste any time on unwrapping the coins, she has eaten worse in her time. The villagers watched in awe as the dragoness was easily shredding through the large pile of coins before. She would give a hearty chuckle between mouthful of chocolate, enjoying the taste of it, feeling the chocolate melt in her mouth as its crushed out it aluminum cover.

"Jesus, she's eating it like its her last meal." commented one of the villagers.

"Pastor, can we leave?" asked another of the villagers.

"Not yet, I need to see if she'll respect our deal." responded the pastor, observing the dragoness ravenously devouring the pile before her.

In no time, the dragoness devoured completely the pile in the first wheelbarrow. She leaned back and patted her stomach, giving a satisfied sigh. She soon realized the group had not left yet. "What are you guys waiting for?" she asked, baffled by their current presence.

"I'm waiting to see if you'll respect our agreement." the pastor bravely responded, despite shaking under the dragoness's stare.

"You think I'll keep terrorizing your village despite getting paid all these chocolate coins?" she asked, looking at the pastor's look of doubt, "Smart man. Alright, I won't terrorize you if the food you've brought me satisfies me more than the piles and piles of food that I rob from you, deal?"

"Deal," agreed the pastor, confident that he'll win this bargain.

The dragoness then quickly grabbed the second wheelbarrow and emptied its contents into her mouth, swallowing the large intake of chocolate and aluminum, sending it all down to her awaiting gut. Said action caused her already chocolate filled gut to slowly swell as the stream of chocolate coins fell of the wagon and down her throat. She tossed the wheelbarrow aside and stared the pastor down to his place. "Hah, I didn't even feel a thing with that second one! Looks like I'm going to have to raid your village after this," she taunted, giving a loud laughter, receiving looks of worry and fury from the villagers.

"Well, you still have three whole wheelbarrows to go, and I don't know if you've noticed but you've grown a bit during the second one," the pastor pointed out, sporting a smug smile.

The dragoness was tired of these stupid villagers who dare to doubt her grand capacity and power. She was going to show these villagers that no one messes with her and she was certainly going to wipe that stupid smug smile of his face. She huffed a puff of smoke and dragged the third wheelbarrow close to her. "I'll show you, I can grow infinitesimal times my size and I'll still hunger for more! Nothing will satisfy my hunger!!" she roared, shaking the cave by its very foundation with her resounding voice.

She grabbed the third and then forth wheelbarrow, gobbling up each one in the same I'll advised manner. The piles of chocolate coins were devoured with little effort on the dragoness's part. The coins toppled off the wagon in an avalanche like fall, falling into the awaiting maw of the dragoness, getting rapidly swallowed as the dragoness's mouth was quickly refilled with even more chocolate coins.

Her belly did its best trying to contain the even larger intake of chocolate and aluminum that the dragoness has been stuffing into her mouth, packing her large gut with more and more of the chocolaty sweet goodness. Her belly swelled like a balloon hooked up to a helium tank set on high and it didn't seem to show any signs of stopping. The villagers began stepping back to give the dragoness's belly more room to grow and swell and bulge out in all directions.

"Uhh, pastor," called the scholar, pulling on the pastor's robe, "I fear we may lose this bet."

"No no, trust me, I've made enough of them coins to satisfy the hunger of three dragons. She's biting off more than she can chew, believe me," the pastor reassured the skeptical scholar.

"I surely hope so, pastor, for all of our sakes," responded the scholar.

A loud burp,echoed through the caves, coming from the head that the villagers could barely see over the large orb that the dragoness's gut has grown into. She laid a hand on her gut, feeling how much room she had in there; not much. She sunk her hands into her gut but the chocolate within her quickly pushed back, trying find more room to grown in.

"Woooow," the dragoness moaned, rubbing her belly to sooth the pressure within it, she leaned back to give her gut more room to grow. Scanning what's left for her to devour, she spots the only wheelbarrow that is left, "Hah! Look at that, only one wheelbarrow left and I'm not even feeling the least bit satisfied!" she boasted, giving her gut a hard, strong pat, which responded in a painful groan, which made made the villagers raise their eyebrows in doubt. "Don't look at me like that!" she roared at them.

"Admit it, you can't eat another bite!" yelled out the doctor in full confidence, hearing the groans coming from the dragoness's packed gut.

"Oh yeah?" she said, bringing the final wheelbarrow before her, "Well, prepare to eat those words!"

Instead of repeating the same, ill-mannered strategy that she had used before, and instead opted for her first strategy of grabbing as much chocolate coins that her chubby, greedy hands could grab and then stuffing everything that she was able to grab in her mouth.

The villagers, waiting for the dragoness to lose the bey, occupied their time by playing some of the village's traditional games like solitaire and tic tac toe. They kept themselves busy, completely ignorant to the large orb growing behind them, creeping ever closer with every handful of chocolates that the dragoness ate. Some of the villagers could hear the audible, threatening groans that came from the belly but they didn't think much of it.

The villagers didn't pay attention to the overburdened belly of the dragoness until they saw the fifth wheelbarrow rolling by and smacking into a nearby stalagmite. The looked towards the monstrous belly from where the wagon came from and were marveled in its sheer size. They were baffled by how a dragon, who was only twice their size, was able to grow a belly to be nearly as his as the cave was high.

"Ooooh... There..." she huffed uncomfortably, try to contain all the chocolate and aluminum she had eaten, "I... I ate it all... Oh g-god... A-and guess what? I'm-" she tries to answer, stifling a burp, "I'm not even.. Uuugh... not even satisfied..."

Some of the villagers groaned in disappointment at the bad news while the others simply commented on the dragoness's condition.

"Damn, look at her. She's enormous!" commented one of the villagers, trying to resist to touch the orb in fear that the dragoness might be more agile than she appears.

"Yeah, its unbelievable! She's looks she's gonna explode!" commented another, try to see if he can see the peak of the belly.

Suddenly, with the comment of the villager, pastor remembered something from his youth, an old nursery rhyme, and this nursery rhyme gave him an idea. He went to the wagon, hoping she didn't eat them all. Dang it, she did. He pounded the rim of the wheelbarrow in spite. Wait, the chef! The pastor quickly turned and spotted the chef, looking as disappointed as ever, and look, he's eating cheese! The pastor quickly grabbed a chunk, didn't matter the size, and made his way to the dragoness's head.

Clearing his throat, he called the dragoness's attention, "Excuse me, my unsatisfied dragoness," he began, seeing the dragoness slowly turn her head, staring at him with a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes, "as a token to you overcoming this grand feast we'd like to present you with this piece of cheese, representing the first morsel of a huge feast we will cook for."

"A huge feast? Because I've beaten you?" she asked, smelling a crooked plan in the making.

"Yup, we're going to keep our side of the bargain, and we're going to make it memorable! So eat the cheese!" the pastor yelped loudly. The dragoness grabbed the piece of cheese and brought it over mouth and let it drop into her open mouth. Upon swallowing it, her belly swelled outwards and let out a loud, deep groan.

The pastor ran for the exit, yelling the others to follow him quickly. They left the dragoness, struggling in containing her large gut at ease. She curse the villagers and denied the inevitable, yelling things like, "No! This can't be happening!" and "Not to me, I have so many things to do still!" as she watched her gut expand just an inch too big.

The villagers make it outside, confused as to what the pastor had done. But before they can ask him, they a strained roar and a loud explosion, which was followed by a wave of chocolate that flowed out of the cave.

"Ummm... What the heck was that?" asked the scholar, looking at his chocolate soaked shoes and then at the pastor.

"I overfed her," he answered, getting right to the point, "with that piece if cheese I got from the chef.

"What... But... Guh..." uttered the chef, unsure what to do with all this info.

"How did you know that she was willing to eat more?" asked the doctor, "She could have rejected it."

"Well I remembered this little nursery rhyme my mom would tell me when I was young," the pastor replied, smiling a bit, "A dragon won't stop, until its belly goes pop. She would tell this whenever I wanted more pie, made me not want one," he chuckled.

"That's messed up," commented a villager.

"Yeah, well, I didn't end up fat, so thanks Mom!"

Description
There once was a village of humble villagers who lived at the bottom of a dark, looming mountain. These people lived happily and joyously, enjoying of the monotonous routine of their daily, regular lifestyle. Spending their days doing chores like: cropping, cooking, chopping, collecting, baking, serving, defending and talking, either simultaneously or one at a time.

The citizens of the village would fool themselves, believing that their village was safe from any sinister attacks, or attacks in general for that matter. Everyone trusted each other (liking one another was whole other ordeal all together), no one locked their doors or shut their windows, there was a sense of complete and absolute false safety among the villagers of the small village.

But recently, the villagers have been noticing a strange occurrence happening, there was a shortage of food, but no one knew what to do about it. Some figured it was probably some greedy villagers, probably the upper class snobs, who were overindulging themselves with the village's hard earned food. They figured a simple solution to the shortage was just to crop more food, enough to make up for the ones that were missing. But strangely enough, even after the solving the apparent issue at hand, the shortage continued, which made the villagers angry.

The lower class gathered together, pitch forks ready, agreeing to march up to the upper class houses and give them a piece of their mind. One of the villagers had a grand idea of collecting hay on a stick and lighting it on fire, good for striking fear in the richer villagers eyes, and burning their houses if it ever came to it (they dubbed said makeshift object as "torch") In a roaring cheer, they were prepared to show the upper class-men not to mess with the villagers or their food storage.

"Lets show those upper class douche bags not to mess with us!!" the crowd cheered with the yelling villager, "Lets burn their houses!!" the cheering intensified, all the angry villagers raised their pitchforks and burning torches high above their heads, marching towards the gate to the upper class men's houses.

On their way to the gate, they were met with the village's pastor, desperate to put a halt to this madness. He called out, telling that he knew exactly who was robbing them of their food storage and where this robber came from. To the villager's surprise, it wasn't the upper class manor.

The pastor gathered the villagers and began on a mysterious beast that lurk around around at night, stealing delicious pastries and other edible crops, eating some of them on spit. How the beast would gracefully descend from the mountains, obviously having done this before flawlessly, landing on its feet. He would also tell of his incredible luck that he had managed to see it all the night prior, when he conveniently decided to water his plants.

The villagers stared at the pastor in disbelief, they were about to declare his story as a fraud before a caretaker, from the back,of the group, found a mysterious trail of footprints in the muddy stall of the pigs. Long, clawed footprints that heard the windowsill before doubling back out the stall. In fact these prints were fresh! The beast was just here, robbing the villagers blind as they were distracted with attacking the upper class men. The villagers looked back to the smiling pastor, who declared had a plan to stopped this villainous monster once and for all!

The plan was simple, everyone would give the pastor all their gold and riches and other valuable trinkets, which he'll dump into several wheelbarrows ready to wheel them up to the beast, hopefully paying off the beast to stop vandalizing their village. Simple.
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"Pastoooor, can we take a break? We're tiiiirrred," whined one of the villagers, helping him wheeling one of the various wheelbarrows up the rocky, steep hill.

"No, I told you already, we need to hurry up the hill to reach the cave where the beast resides in, before night time, so that we can avoid living another day without any food." the pastor explained, once again.

The pastor managed to convince the upper class men to collaborate with his ingenious plan, upon finding out that the upper class-men have too been dealing with same problem as the villagers. The pastor had managed to fill a total of five wheelbarrows full of all the gold he had collected from all the generous contributors and had decided to start early next morning to venture up through the mountain's beaten path to find the dwelling place of the ravenous beast, which the pastor cleverly predicted was a cave near the top of the mountain.

The journey was long and harrowing, lasting nearly the whole day for the large, rag tag group of villagers made their way up the mountain, lugging the five wheelbarrows with them. The group, which the Pastor choose to tag along with him, consist of a doctor, a chef, a scholar, a farmer, a simple villager and about several others of unknown professions.

A chorus of whining and groaning was coming from the exhausted villagers, annoying the Pastor with each passing second.

"You guys act like you haven't lugged five wheelbarrows up a step hill in the middle of the day under the beating sun." the Pastor commented annoyed.

"Remember that when you got tired you stopped helping us pull these wheel barrows up, and then when we asked if we could take a break you said-"

"If one of you stop to take a break, all of you will want to stop and then we'll be going nowhere, yes I know what I said," the Pastor finished.

The villagers groaned in unison at the pastor's ignorance. If this journey lasted any longer, the pastor was going to have ten to twelve angry villagers to answer to for all this seemingly meaningless and tiresome work.

Fortunately for the oblivious Pastor, the group have finally they arrived to their destination, the cave near the top of the mountain. It was nearing nightfall and the pastor, along with his tired crew, needed to find the beast before it was too late.

"Alright, my people, this is it!" he announced, excited to see what kind of horrid, disgusting creature dwells within this moist, stalagmite-ridden cave.

"Why couldn't this beast have its cave, say, at the bottom of the gosh darn mountain?" asked one of the exhausted villagers, doubling over as he caught his breath.

"I can agree that that would have been beneficial to everyone, including the beast" confirmed another, sitting on the cold, hard ground.

"Why are you complaining to me for? It was the beast's decision!" defended the pastor, "Now come on, we're going to confront the beast and pay this creature so it won't terrorize us again!"

"Woah, we? As in, all of us?" asked one of the villagers, trying to hide the fear in his voice, "shouldn't one of us stay behind, just in case?"

"Just in case what?" asked the Pastor, annoyed by this frightened villager, "that the beast, who's inside the cave, suddenly appears outside and enters?"

"Are you foreshadowing-"

"NO I'M NOT FORESHADOWING ANYTHING!!" yelled the Pastor, enraged by his group's incompetence and resisting to follow orders.

"Alright, geez, how about we just a minute until we are brave enough to enter" suggested one of the villagers, calmly.

"Ugh, fine. Whatever." agreed the pastor, defeated.

After the group collected their courage, which took longer than the pastor would have liked, they entered the cave dragging the overburdened wheelbarrows along with them. The doctor, using the torch they had made earlier in the "angry mob" scenario, lead the way lighting up the path to help the ones behind him to see where they're going and to observe their surroundings.

Other than the usual humidity and and the faint sound of pebbles being displaced by the villager's walking, the only other thing they have found trekking through the cave was discarded pie tins, fruit skins and the occasional smears of blood on the walls. The villagers couldn't decided if the blood came from the animals that the beast took, or by anyone foolish enough to venture in here alone. The pastor didn't mind any of this, he was bent n quickly finding the monster, pay off its destruction and leave before anything goes awry in this plan of his.

"Hey, much longer until we find the beast in here?" asked one of the villagers in the back, fear slowly creeping back up his spine, the longer he trekked through.

"Shouldn't be far now, the mountain isn't that big so we should be reaching either the center or the end of the mountain soon," hypothesized the scholar.

Just then, they heard a low grumbling, like a something heavy was being dragged across the floor.

"What is that noise?" asked a frightened villager, hugging the man next to him.

As the dragging noise grew closer, thumps could be heard beating rhythmically, and with each passing beat, the thumping grew louder and louder. The villagers frantically looked around, trying to find the source of the sound before they eyes rested on a darkened silhouette that was approaching from the darkness. A low growl echoed around the cave as the large beast shined it's wide grin, showing the frightened villagers each and every sharp, bloodied tooth in that grin of hers. The villagers, stunned with horror, watched as the large silhouette grew closer and closer until finally the beast entered the dome of light the torch was shinning, showing the villagers the full figure of the terrifying beast.

What stood before them was a large dragoness, she was about twice the size of the pastor. The daily feasts that the dragoness would indulge in was very apparent in her figure, with wide hips, a thick tail and a bosom the looked to be the size of melons. But it showed a greater effect on the dome that swelled out of her midsection, making her look as if she had just eaten the village's largest cow. The villagers took their sweet time drinking whatever the heck they're looking at right now, stunned that the beast ravaging the village looked nowhere close to what they expected. The dragoness was confused by this awkward silence.

The pastor, being the first to break the silence, spoke up, "Oh, mighty dragon!"

"What do you want?" the dragoness asked, annoyed by the intrusion.

"You've been raiding our village, eating everything you steal," the pastor explained.

"Oh yeah, its part of my plan. I got it from my sister," the dragoness admitted, "so this is the part where you give me something where, in return, I don't raid your village, right?"

"Ummm, yes..." answered the pastor, a tad bit disappointed that he had been played this way by a dragoness. He signal the others to bring the wheelbarrows forward to the dragon, "We bring to you five wheelbarrows filled to the brim with golden coins!"

The dragoness's eyes shined widened in surprise as she saw the five wheelbarrows before her, the coins glittering against the light from the torch. hundreds and thousands of coins, all for her. The villagers, believing the worst was behind them, began making their way out of the cave.

She turned the coin in her hand over and over, admiring the shine of the coin, the feel of its touch, the small crease on the back... Crease?

"Wait a minute, what is this?" the dragoness asked, stopping the villagers in their tracks. They turned to the dragon, confused by what could she possibly find wrong with a piece of actual gold.

"What is what?" asked the doctor.

The dragoness didn't answer, instead she began picking at the crease with her claw, revealing that the golden coin had a fragile, metallic exterior which traitorously painted gold! Upon unwrapping the false coin, the dragoness found a brown coin like object. Poop? No, it didn't feel like poop, it was smooth and gave a delicious aroma to the air.

Though as delicious as the aroma was, the villagers were confused about this sudden revelation.

"Wait a minute, its a fake coin?" asked one of the villagers, growing angry.

"They're all fake," responded the dragoness, finding the same crease on the other coins.

"Waaaaiiit," a villager said, suddenly coming to a realization, "none of us gave the pastor fake gold, right?"

The others confirmed this statement, no one gave the pastor fake gold. They were willing to pay big money to rid themselves of a terrible beast. The pastor himself said he was gonna get someone to melt the gold and make coins out of it. Said pastor was sweating nervously, debating when would be the best time to run. Taking the angry faces, now staring at him, into consideration, the best time was two minutes ago.

The pastor was pushed to the front of the group, making him answer to an angry dragoness who's waiting for someone to explain this trickery.

"So this is your fault?" asked the angry dragoness.

"Well..." the pastor could smell the aroma coming from the dragoness's palm, "I had planned on keeping all the gold and instead make some funny money out of the cocoa beans that I had found in the outskirts of the village. It would be like, you payment for all this food I made."

"This is edible?" asked the dragoness. But she didn't get an answer because the pastor was busy with the angry villagers.

"wait, you wanted to get paid for farming and baking? That's ridiculous!" retorted one of the pissed off villagers.

"I don't know, I sort of agree with him," defended the chef.

"Oh please, that's like getting paid for medical services," one of them shot back.

"That doesn't sound so bad," commented the doctor to himself.

"EXCUSE ME!" the dragoness yelled out, making the stalagmites shake in the ceiling, stopping this argument before it got out of hand, "I was just told that this brown disk is food."

"Yeah, I told you that," said the pastor, relieved that he doesn't have to answer to the angry crowd.

"I've never seen this before!" the dragoness announced, "what do you even call it?"

"I call it... Fudge."

"Really?" she asked a bit uncertain on the name, "because the aroma makes me think of the word... Chocolate." The villagers murmured among each other, agreeing with naming the brown, sweet smelling object as chocolate.

"Well, whatever we decide to call the fudge," the pastor stubbornly commented, "its still delicious."

"I'll be the judge of that," the dragoness said, raising the chocolate coin up to her mouth and licking the coin with her pronged tongue. The taste was heavenly, it was sweet, it was like nothing she has ever tasted before. Few things that she has eaten before can compare to the deliciousness of this chocolaty delight. "Wow, this is so delicious."

"Fantastic, lucky for you we have five whole wheelbarrows filled with those delicious coins, and they're yours, but in exchange you won't terrorize our village." the pastor negotiated, knowing a dragon wouldn't turn a good deal down.

"Hmm," the dragon pondered about this. She could take the deal... or she could just lie, "Deal! Now gimme the chocolate!"

"Fudge," corrected the pastor as he signaled the villagers to wheel in the wheelbarrows. "Here it is, our part of the deal."

"Oh ho ho ho!" the greedy dragoness chuckled, sticking her hands into the first pile and eating handfuls upon handfuls of chocolate coins, wrapper and all. She didn't want to waste any time on unwrapping the coins, she has eaten worse in her time. The villagers watched in awe as the dragoness was easily shredding through the large pile of coins before. She would give a hearty chuckle between mouthful of chocolate, enjoying the taste of it, feeling the chocolate melt in her mouth as its crushed out it aluminum cover.

"Jesus, she's eating it like its her last meal." commented one of the villagers.

"Pastor, can we leave?" asked another of the villagers.

"Not yet, I need to see if she'll respect our deal." responded the pastor, observing the dragoness ravenously devouring the pile before her.

In no time, the dragoness devoured completely the pile in the first wheelbarrow. She leaned back and patted her stomach, giving a satisfied sigh. She soon realized the group had not left yet. "What are you guys waiting for?" she asked, baffled by their current presence.

"I'm waiting to see if you'll respect our agreement." the pastor bravely responded, despite shaking under the dragoness's stare.

"You think I'll keep terrorizing your village despite getting paid all these chocolate coins?" she asked, looking at the pastor's look of doubt, "Smart man. Alright, I won't terrorize you if the food you've brought me satisfies me more than the piles and piles of food that I rob from you, deal?"

"Deal," agreed the pastor, confident that he'll win this bargain.

The dragoness then quickly grabbed the second wheelbarrow and emptied its contents into her mouth, swallowing the large intake of chocolate and aluminum, sending it all down to her awaiting gut. Said action caused her already chocolate filled gut to slowly swell as the stream of chocolate coins fell of the wagon and down her throat. She tossed the wheelbarrow aside and stared the pastor down to his place. "Hah, I didn't even feel a thing with that second one! Looks like I'm going to have to raid your village after this," she taunted, giving a loud laughter, receiving looks of worry and fury from the villagers.

"Well, you still have three whole wheelbarrows to go, and I don't know if you've noticed but you've grown a bit during the second one," the pastor pointed out, sporting a smug smile.

The dragoness was tired of these stupid villagers who dare to doubt her grand capacity and power. She was going to show these villagers that no one messes with her and she was certainly going to wipe that stupid smug smile of his face. She huffed a puff of smoke and dragged the third wheelbarrow close to her. "I'll show you, I can grow infinitesimal times my size and I'll still hunger for more! Nothing will satisfy my hunger!!" she roared, shaking the cave by its very foundation with her resounding voice.

She grabbed the third and then forth wheelbarrow, gobbling up each one in the same I'll advised manner. The piles of chocolate coins were devoured with little effort on the dragoness's part. The coins toppled off the wagon in an avalanche like fall, falling into the awaiting maw of the dragoness, getting rapidly swallowed as the dragoness's mouth was quickly refilled with even more chocolate coins.

Her belly did its best trying to contain the even larger intake of chocolate and aluminum that the dragoness has been stuffing into her mouth, packing her large gut with more and more of the chocolaty sweet goodness. Her belly swelled like a balloon hooked up to a helium tank set on high and it didn't seem to show any signs of stopping. The villagers began stepping back to give the dragoness's belly more room to grow and swell and bulge out in all directions.

"Uhh, pastor," called the scholar, pulling on the pastor's robe, "I fear we may lose this bet."

"No no, trust me, I've made enough of them coins to satisfy the hunger of three dragons. She's biting off more than she can chew, believe me," the pastor reassured the skeptical scholar.

"I surely hope so, pastor, for all of our sakes," responded the scholar.

A loud burp,echoed through the caves, coming from the head that the villagers could barely see over the large orb that the dragoness's gut has grown into. She laid a hand on her gut, feeling how much room she had in there; not much. She sunk her hands into her gut but the chocolate within her quickly pushed back, trying find more room to grown in.

"Woooow," the dragoness moaned, rubbing her belly to sooth the pressure within it, she leaned back to give her gut more room to grow. Scanning what's left for her to devour, she spots the only wheelbarrow that is left, "Hah! Look at that, only one wheelbarrow left and I'm not even feeling the least bit satisfied!" she boasted, giving her gut a hard, strong pat, which responded in a painful groan, which made made the villagers raise their eyebrows in doubt. "Don't look at me like that!" she roared at them.

"Admit it, you can't eat another bite!" yelled out the doctor in full confidence, hearing the groans coming from the dragoness's packed gut.

"Oh yeah?" she said, bringing the final wheelbarrow before her, "Well, prepare to eat those words!"

Instead of repeating the same, ill-mannered strategy that she had used before, and instead opted for her first strategy of grabbing as much chocolate coins that her chubby, greedy hands could grab and then stuffing everything that she was able to grab in her mouth.

The villagers, waiting for the dragoness to lose the bey, occupied their time by playing some of the village's traditional games like solitaire and tic tac toe. They kept themselves busy, completely ignorant to the large orb growing behind them, creeping ever closer with every handful of chocolates that the dragoness ate. Some of the villagers could hear the audible, threatening groans that came from the belly but they didn't think much of it.

The villagers didn't pay attention to the overburdened belly of the dragoness until they saw the fifth wheelbarrow rolling by and smacking into a nearby stalagmite. The looked towards the monstrous belly from where the wagon came from and were marveled in its sheer size. They were baffled by how a dragon, who was only twice their size, was able to grow a belly to be nearly as his as the cave was high.

"Ooooh... There..." she huffed uncomfortably, try to contain all the chocolate and aluminum she had eaten, "I... I ate it all... Oh g-god... A-and guess what? I'm-" she tries to answer, stifling a burp, "I'm not even.. Uuugh... not even satisfied..."

Some of the villagers groaned in disappointment at the bad news while the others simply commented on the dragoness's condition.

"Damn, look at her. She's enormous!" commented one of the villagers, trying to resist to touch the orb in fear that the dragoness might be more agile than she appears.

"Yeah, its unbelievable! She's looks she's gonna explode!" commented another, try to see if he can see the peak of the belly.

Suddenly, with the comment of the villager, pastor remembered something from his youth, an old nursery rhyme, and this nursery rhyme gave him an idea. He went to the wagon, hoping she didn't eat them all. Dang it, she did. He pounded the rim of the wheelbarrow in spite. Wait, the chef! The pastor quickly turned and spotted the chef, looking as disappointed as ever, and look, he's eating cheese! The pastor quickly grabbed a chunk, didn't matter the size, and made his way to the dragoness's head.

Clearing his throat, he called the dragoness's attention, "Excuse me, my unsatisfied dragoness," he began, seeing the dragoness slowly turn her head, staring at him with a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes, "as a token to you overcoming this grand feast we'd like to present you with this piece of cheese, representing the first morsel of a huge feast we will cook for."

"A huge feast? Because I've beaten you?" she asked, smelling a crooked plan in the making.

"Yup, we're going to keep our side of the bargain, and we're going to make it memorable! So eat the cheese!" the pastor yelped loudly. The dragoness grabbed the piece of cheese and brought it over mouth and let it drop into her open mouth. Upon swallowing it, her belly swelled outwards and let out a loud, deep groan.

The pastor ran for the exit, yelling the others to follow him quickly. They left the dragoness, struggling in containing her large gut at ease. She curse the villagers and denied the inevitable, yelling things like, "No! This can't be happening!" and "Not to me, I have so many things to do still!" as she watched her gut expand just an inch too big.

The villagers make it outside, confused as to what the pastor had done. But before they can ask him, they a strained roar and a loud explosion, which was followed by a wave of chocolate that flowed out of the cave.

"Ummm... What the heck was that?" asked the scholar, looking at his chocolate soaked shoes and then at the pastor.

"I overfed her," he answered, getting right to the point, "with that piece if cheese I got from the chef.

"What... But... Guh..." uttered the chef, unsure what to do with all this info.

"How did you know that she was willing to eat more?" asked the doctor, "She could have rejected it."

"Well I remembered this little nursery rhyme my mom would tell me when I was young," the pastor replied, smiling a bit, "A dragon won't stop, until its belly goes pop. She would tell this whenever I wanted more pie, made me not want one," he chuckled.

"That's messed up," commented a villager.

"Yeah, well, I didn't end up fat, so thanks Mom!"