Draconic Fireworks

>High in the air and practically touching the stars, you stood atop the mage tower
>You were the resident mage himself, currently scanning through an old tome
>It took a lot of training to get here, working on conjuring tiny sparks to now full lightning
>In fact one of your biggest inspirations was a certain dragon you had grown close to
>She was employed guarding the same city, and she frequently challenged you to little games
>Lately you had actually started beating her at one of her favorites, demonstrating the flames you could cast against the ones she breathed
>She could be a little hotheaded, but that only encouraged both of you to work harder
>In a moment your studies were interrupted by an unexpected knocking at the door
>Before you could even get up, the aforementioned dragon pushed open your door
>”Hey! I’ve got something to show you magic boy!”
>Her normally proud stance was somewhat off, the curve of her softly underbelly noticeably bloated underneath her armor and a slight sweat on her forehead
>”It’s kind of time sensitive if you don’t mind!”
>She marched towards the balcony of the tower, her natural height making her gait somewhat awkward
>You ask
>”What exactly is this about?”
>She grinned showing her sharp teeth, before abruptly dropping her heavy metal pants
>”I’m here to prove something.”
>The two of you had been dating for some time in secret now, so the implications had you curious
>”Prove something?”
>She groaned, undoing more of her armor to let her heavy gurgling gut push out
>”I’m going to show you what REAL fire looks like tonight, something no magic could ever match!”
>You sighed, knowing you should have expected this
>”Is this about the target practice we did yest-”
>She snapped her heavy tail to shush you
>”Nonsense, not related! But after that night, I decided to raid a couple… dozen pantries in the barracks. It turns out only beans are really in season at the moment…”
>Leaning her clawed hands on the railing, she bent low and pushed her gargantuan rear in your direction
>”So I decided to put that diet to use. Be a dear and help me get this out.”
>She reached back to part her enormous cheeks, revealing something glimmering in the moonlight
>”Go on, it’s not like you aren’t already well acquainted with these hindquarters. Besides, I shoved this thing in with my tail, but I can’t pull it out.”
>Reaching deep in her crack, you felt a noticeable sheen of steaming dragon sweat soak your robe sleeve, a sign she probably sprinted over here just to do this
>Once you grasped the metal object wedged inside her tailhole, you started to realize what she was planning
>Although she shrugged it off as “a dragon thing” your girlfriend could crank out a boisterous fart every few minutes if she wanted to
>With a little bit of apprehension, you pulled the smooth rounded Excalibur from her depths with a soft pop
>The glimmering gold trinket was hot to the touch from her insides, and noticeably reeked of the sulfur it had been bathing in all day
>In response the dragon moaned softly, before a chaotic storm of gurgling, bubbling, churning noises sounded off like an alarm from her core
>Immediately she flipped around, flashing you a half-lidded stare with her eyes sparkling like jewels
>”Behold the might of a dragoness.”
>Bending low to look you in the eyes while raising her fat ass in the air, she lifted her thick tail and balled her fists, even straining her previously composed face with a guttural grunt
>At first it started like a loud hiss, before quickly growing in rumbling bass from the heft of her weighty rear shaking in the forced-out windstorm
>The overpowering aroma of brimstone would only grow stronger the first few seconds as the volume steadily rose above a thunderous war horn
>That’s when she bit her lip in concentration, and something sparked inside of her
>Literally
>The previously invisible plume of draconic gas roaring out of her rear burst to life in a show of powerful flames
>Her rear-inferno was only getting started, the seconds ticking on as she continued to vent more of her red, yellow, and white spectacle into the starry sky
>The awe-inspiring arc of fire harmlessly danced over the kingdom’s snoozing inhabitants, but make no mistake if she let this out below there would be serious damage
>The only real damage was going to be the mysterious smell of sulfur and burned beans that would hang around the tower for the next couple days
>If anything the railing on your tower would take the brunt of the damage from how violently her bellowing booty was vibrating against it as she let it hold the weight of her massive behind
>Prying your eyes from the fireworks before you, it was clear the dragoness was lost in bliss
>Her eyes lost focus, and the tip of her tail curled in that little circle you normally only saw when you rubbed her burning belly
>After blazing out of her for nearly fifteen seconds, the jet of flame fell to the size of a torch before she let loose a deeply primal sigh of relief, complete with a puff of smoke flaring from her nostrils
>She spoke up proudly, even if it was a little muddled through her heavy panting
>”I’d like… to see you… beat that!”
>She huffed something under her breath
>”Oh my ass stings after that…”
>You simply chuckled
>”Want me to make some salve or something?”
>However while she chided you with how a dragon did not need such aid, you were preoccupied with another thought
>”Maybe if I can beat that, she’ll try to hold it in even longer next time…”