Feast Fit for the Ender Dragon

>The dark starless sky was all-encompassing, stretching down and below the infinite expanse underneath the stark white islands floating in the void
> The End was hardly an inviting place, but you had another reason to keep visiting other than the scenery
>More specifically it was the dragon just as jet-black as her surroundings, scales darker than coal in the eerie ambient lighting like moonlight
>”As rightful queen and ruler of this realm, we accept your offering.”
>The way her haunches had nearly doubled in width on her creaking, cracking purple chair spoke to the impact of her decision to take your “peace offering” meal when you two first met
>Now that first feast had become a fairly regular occurrence
>You were glad to provide, now retired from adventuring and keeping yourself busy with an industrial sized farm
>Underneath her haughty gaze, she surveyed the culinary riches of your dimension
>”We may have already partaken in a ‘light snack’ of chorus fruit… but we think we can make room. ”
>As refined as she tried to keep her appearances, her gluttony was clear with a deep rumble of her belly
>One that wasn’t entirely just hunger
>Mountains of cake, salmon, roast chicken, and mushroom stew were reduced to empty platter and crumbs
>More than 64 watermelons disappeared down her long neck, pumpkin pies as well as whole pumpkins included
>You had outdone yourself stacking food, but with a ravenous delicateness she managed to put it away as fast as you could dish it out without getting a single drop on herself
>Though as your inventory began to run dry, her poise was starting to wilt as she nursed her poor bloated gut
>Truth be told it probably wasn’t the best idea to eat food from entirely different world, but she was too proud to admit it to herself or anyone else
>In the past her blowouts once you left her realm were practically lethal, but tonight was looking to topple any previous records
>Yet to her hidden dismay, she found you still making conversation despite her nervous jittering wings
>”So what’s the situation with the enderman? Do they actually serve you or-”
>With a frowning face of concentration from holding the payload of boiling TNT inside her, she managed through grit fangs
>”That’s wonderful you want to know about our subjects, but perhaps you need to go home… get to rest?”
>Her tail twisted and knotted much like her overworked bowels, anxiously tilting her head towards the portal out
>”No need… I think I like our time together more every visit.”
>An imperceptible purple blush spread underneath her piercing eyes, only growing more visible as a monstrous gurgle more fit to several drowners roared from the swell between her four legs
>”We m-might relate to that feeling… but I think we’re done for the night, not feeling so well.”
>Worriedly you looked to the missing pile of beef
>”Was something wrong with the dinner? Not cooked long enough?”
>Struggling to lift herself off her throne, she groaned
>”No, it is up to our sophisticated standards… just… well-”
>Abruptly she paused, moving a claw over the end of her maw
>You were confused, seeing a lump travel up her neck and puff out her cheeks
>Before you could piece together what was happening, the mounting pressure burst through her lips in a belch of legendary proportions
>As unbefitting of royalty such a table shaking eruption of lightly visible pink funk was swirling from her throat like caustic steam instead of fire, she couldn’t stop it from warbling into the open air
>The pink plume may have been tainted by the sour digested fruit you brought over, but first and foremost you were hit with a wall of bitter chorus fruit closer to turpentine and vinegar
>Before the pointblank burp directly rattling your armor could finish it’s 7 second storm, the ghastly bellow became a duet from underneath her lifted rump
>The pressure cooker boiling down the myriad of earthly delights inside her was so desperate to vent she was bursting from both ends
>The aroma from below may not have had the same visible tint of dragon’s breath, but it struck with an invisible wall of death
>The undead couldn’t match the vile rot of every meat and veggie you could get your hands on, forming such a terrible blend it seemingly morphed awful scents with every inhale
>Only after buffeting you with such a swell of fermented gas did she gain enough willpower to clench her still rumbling rear and muffle the ongoing detonation of exhaust
>”Uh, a-ahem, I, er, We haven’t the slightest clue where that came from! D-does your food normally do such terrible things?”
>Finally closing off the last hissing finish of her frightening fart, you saw through her rapidly faltering expression of feigned ignorance
>”Is this why you always ask me to leave early?”
>Her normally dominating eyes darted back and forth, refusing to meet your gaze
>”MmmaybeeEOOOOUUUUURRRRP”
>The air grew sickeningly humid and pinkly putrid, like a palpable smog lingering on your skin as the second wave broke through
>Her plush posterior flinched up and down in futile resistance as a long series of popping and bubbling rippers involuntarily pumping out of her
>But instead of running, which was a merited reaction to such raunchy releases, you moved closer to the hellish nether-level heat pumping out of her
>With a squeeze of her tumultuous belly, you elicited a rather cute squeak from the merciless ruler and a somewhat regrettable surge in the miserable atmosphere already scaring off any enderman from the floating island seemingly trembling under the brunt of her hindquarters
>Continuing an impromptu massage of her soft underbelly, her labored breathing grew into shamelessly pleasured huffs with each unbelievably foul expulsion from either end
>We… OOOoooooh, we are URP speechless..”
>Reveling in the feeling of someone pressing and kneading the gas pockets out of her troubled system, she rolled onto her side, enjoying the blissful unladylike tremors rocking out of her
>Despite the distilled horror she had converted all your food into, you managed to keep rubbing through the unearthly haze mingling around you thicker than blast furnace smoke
>It was downright unbelievable the sheer volume of smog that was flowing out from this woman’s digestive system, she was big but the density of festering fumes put your inventory to shame
>You were shaken out of your thoughts as her limbs wrapped around you tenderly although quite firmly, knocking any traces of fresh air out of your lungs and replacing it with gasps for her stomach-turning brew
>”This is acceptable tribute… Umf, we just need you to provide these services all night.”
>In a sultry whisper she bent her head down to you
>”…and if you don’t say a word of this to anyone you can visit any time you want.”
>But of course she wasn’t able to finish with curling her lips to blow your hair back and lift a leg to push her throne a few inches with a scrape against the floor
>Looks you had been drafted as the “Royal Comforter” for the gassiest dragon in the dimension
>And things couldn’t be better watching her wiggle in pleasure under your hands