“...Try to break through the ceiling!” After a confused blink from Nuuk, Skyheart laughed and flared her wings. “It’s only glass, right?” The pudgy pegasus took flight and circled her way up the glittering treasure room, towards the source of all those vibrant colors. Nuuk stood and watched, dragon statue in his possession, wondering what the mare was planning. When Skyheart reached the ceiling, she gave the stained glass a few taps with a hoof, as one does with a hammer priming a nail. Then she reeled back and punched right into it.

It was like stone. Skyheart yelped and shook her sore hoof through the air. Growling, she reared on the glass and bucked it hard. Now sporting three sore hooves, Skyheart shoulder-checked the heavy glass, having the forethought to favor her uninjured side. With most of her extremities aching, the muttering Skyheart fluttered to the ground, Nuuk smirking at her. “What? I don’t see you coming up with any ideas!”

Nuuk pointed to the water again. “Oh.” Skyheart walked to the edge and peered, hunting for signs of the cragadile. “Guess poking that thing’s eye out really did put it out of commission! Alright Nuuk!”

The two gathered near the edge and prepared to jump in when a blustering set of wing flaps made their way into the treasury. Skyheart and Nuuk turned to see several pirate griffons flutter in and surround them both, with Captain Gullthunder strutting in after. They all showcased the signs of battle, not looking particularly pretty, but more than capable of a fight. Gullthunder flicked his captain’s cloak and beamed down at Skyheart, strutting up to her. “And just where do you think you’re goin’ with that spectacle of a treasure, Missy?”

“Fuck you,” came the eloquent response. Nuuk was still as a statue, the fat mare pressed against his side, both scanning the menacing griffons around them. Skyheart knew Nuuk was poised to strike, ready to assist her in decimating her enemies. The battle was going to be long, epic, and ultimately conquering! Something Skyheart would brag about for years to come!

An ear-piercing clatter roared from above as the stained glass shattered into a million pieces. Everypony, zebra, and griffon flinched, covering their ears and, noting the sharp rain coming down dove for cover. Nuuk hauled Skyheart to the ground while the pegasus shielded them both with her wings and cupped her body around the statue. Griffons did the same, broader wings doing a better job of preventing most of the damage. Gullthunder, using his large coat, was unscathed.

“What now?!” Skyheart swore, just as a temple-quaking thud toppled everyone to the ground. Laying on her side, Skyheart witnessed a large red claw flexing inches from her body. She gasped and looked up, staring at what was a spitting image of the golden statue she caressed. Towering over the party was a large red dragon, underbelly scales golden, naked from his jewelry, and looking simultaneously pleased and ticked off. Skyheart’s eyes met with that of the dragon’s briefly, and she was the first to flinch.

“Ah'qul,” Nuuk repeated with a tremble in his voice, which shook Skyheart more than anything. “Ah’qul.” Once glance to the treasure and back to the looming dragon, whose membrane wings stretched and spread, and Skyheart understood. Ah’qul was not the zebra word for temple. It was the name of this dragon.

“Interlopers,” the booming voice roared over them all, griffons cowering alongside the pony and zebra. “I must express my gratitude in releasing me.” A threatening grumble echoed out from the scaled belly, the dragon letting a little drool fall. “It looks like you’ll be donating more than just your efforts to free me.”

“Fat chance! Light ‘em up, fellas!” Gullthunder roared, rousing the griffons. They hesitated only a moment but drew what weapons they had and flew up to try and combat the dragon four times their size. They maneuvered and surrounded him, Gullthunder included. Strength in numbers?

Flame was stronger.

Without so much as a brief inhale, gout of white-hot flame spewed from Ah’qul’s maw, neck on a swivel, blasting at attacking griffon and treasure room alike. Skyheart and Nuuk saved their own skins by not raising from the floor, but sweat profusely from the heat as the walls became scorched. Skyheart looked up just in time to see a griffon incinerated on the spot, vaporized into ash, and she tried not to gag. Not even Gullthunder, caught in blind rage, survived the attack. When all was said and done, the fire cleared, and Skyheart saw a few frays of Gullthunder’s cloak, fizzling away and smoking, flutter to the ground. She quivered like a leaf.

“Wise of you to not raise resistance against me,” the dragon’s voice, softer but no-less menacing, rumbled. Eying over the fat pony clutching the key to his imprisonment, and the stoic zebra nearby, he licked his lips. “But it shall not spare you your fate.”

“Wh-what?” Skyheart uttered, then screaming as she felt the wind from Ah’qul’s lunging jaws. Nuuk had no chance to even make a sound as the maw closed around his whole body in one swift bite. Skyheart looked up in horror to see the dragon’s cheeks stuffed with zebra, inches of a flicking tail protruding from his lips. He opened his mouth and tossed his head, Skyheart catching the back half of Nuuk flicked deeper into the jaws. The loud, squelching GLURP and resulting noisy, scale-stretching bulge squeezing down Ah’qul’s neck, made Skyheart whimper. The dragon’s belly was perched near the pegasus, making her privy to the slosh and ensuing struggles of the devoured zebra. Loud smacks of the dragon’s lips broke her from her reeling terror.

“Ahhhhh. Revenge on the imprisoning tribe always tastes sweet.” Skyheart suddenly had a looming dragon head inches from her face, foul heated air billowing over her body. “And you,” he grinned, slowly licking his scaly lips and flecking burning drool over her body, “look weighty enough to feed me for some time. You, who possess the key to my imprisonment.” Loud, acidic churns bubbled from his sagging gut, and Skyheart noted Nuuk had already ceased his struggles.

“N-no, you can’t!” Skyheart quivered, no fight in the mare whatsoever. She tried crawling backwards, plump belly dragging against the ground and rear in the air. The dragon watched, amused. “Y-you had your meal! Just take your statue a-and let me go!” The sizzling drool that leaked from Ah’qul’s lips and pooled on the ground, however, was enough to inform Skyheart of her failure to negotiate.

“You are in no place to even beg before me, equine,” Ah’qul informed, taking a couple rumbling steps forward and once more thrusting his head down. Skyheart squealed but felt not the clench of jaws, but the burning drool slathered over her fur. Ah’qul murred as his serpentine tongue, thick and coated with slimy saliva, dragged over Skyheart’s flabby form. The mare wailed as the drool itched and stung from the heat, her body rolled onto her side, then her back, the dragon attacking her prodigious stomach with strong, pressing licks. “Mmm...” the rumbling voice uttered over the treasury, his thick tail swaying as he sought to enjoy his first real meal in ages.

“P-please...” Skyheart mumbled between coughs and catching her breath, pressing up to the tongue futilely each time it added more slobber to her form. “Please don’t eat me!” The dragon kept on licking and salivating over his fat meal to be, however, Skyheart unable to stop him even from dragging his tongue down between her hind legs and into the crevice of her pudgy butt. It found its way across her butt cheeks and cutie marks, and eventually there wasn’t a spot of the mare that wasn’t tasted or salivated over, fur matted, mane and tail plastered to the floor, wings askew.

When oozing dragon jaws carefully leaned down and spread wide, Skyheart repeated her plea as she stared into the mouth and pulsating gullet beyond. “Don’t eat meee!” The teeth closed gingerly around her protruding stomach and hefted her off the ground, head jammed between teeth and cushioned by the tongue. The bright red insides of the maw twitched and stunk, tongue pressing up against her face as she was hauled off the ground. The stomach churns were as loud as ever, Skyheart knowing for sure that Nuuk was nothing but mush at this point.

And the same fate awaited her.

Ah’qul tossed his head much like he did with the zebra, jaws opening and clenching in one rapid motion. “Doon’t e– hrrrmmph!!!!” The mare lay sideways, half sticking out of Ah’qul’s mouth. Her wings were nothing but tips, pressed against the fatty folds of her half-protruding stomach. The mare’s doughy ass hung free, jiggling as her hindlegs erratically motored away in desperation. Ah’qul coiled his tongue around the front half of Skyheart, silencing her begging a moment as her whole head was entangled in tongue. When it slithered out to enjoy the fattier parts of her body she got the chance to breathe, although mounds of gooey drool were piled around her. “Nooo!” she managed when the jaws squelched open again, tongue nudging her onto her belly, coiling around her thrashing hind legs, and pulling them in. Scaly lips sealed around the dangling copper-colored rear, the cheeks quivering as the tail swished in utter terror. “Hlllllp!”

Ah’qul suckled and slurped all over the obese mare. Skyheart had to endure ten minutes of burning drool being sucked from her coat, swallowed noisily, and more getting re-applied. By the time Ah’qul had had his fill of the mare’s flavor, she was a panting mess, barely able to breathe, her fore legs splayed across the tongue that her chin rested on. The tongue, never ceasing, licked over her tailhole and netherlips tenderly, folded into the fat of her ass and pressing backwards. Skyheart’s rear and tail were lifted by the tongue and pushed inward, one last scream escaping from the mare they belonged to before dragon jaws clacked shut. Ah’qul’s cheeks once more bulged with equine, Skyheart trying desperately to stop herself from inching towards that pulsating, noisily gullet.

Ah’qul allowed himself one last lengthy taste of Skyheart before he thrust his tongue backwards to the sound of her squealing. That noise was replaced, cut off by a booming, slimy GLOURRRRK! Skyheart was swallowed whole and alive, her protesting thick bulges stretching the dragon’s visible neck out considerably as she was tightly sent down his body towards the actively-gurgling stomach. The golden underbelly slurshed loudly as the fat mare distended it out greatly, Ah’qul emitting a strong OORRRRRRRRP with his jaws extended, maw visible, drool and fur flying everywhere. “Mmph, what a delight,” he rumbled, Skyheart sobbing from the dragon’s taunts and the oven-like environment of the fluid-filled stomach. Ah’qul looked down at his belly, sagged to the floor and pancaked a little. He caressed it with a claw and pressed in at where he felt the death throes-like squirms of his eaten meal. “You will do well to give me what I require to reclaim this island, and beyond, pony.”

Inside the stomach Skyheart was miserable. Acids nearly submerged her as she tried flailing her limbs and wings. “No no no! Please!” she squealed before going under, walls compressing and squelching on all sides, loud GLORPS and BRRRRBLES ringing out from all sides. She let out a bubble-filled wail when the rib cage of Nuuk pressed into her and crumbled to pieces, before she blacked out. Ah’qul stretched, flicking his wide tail back and forth, letting his gurgling belly sag and sway. He remained within the treasure room that was his bane for so many years while Skyheart digested away. Once finished with his stretches, he let out a deeper, longer URRRRRRRRRRP, a pegasus skull and spine decorating the room along with sizzling splotches of copper fur. Ah’qul licked at his teeth and chuckled, before setting out to enact his revenge.

Skyheart was so close! She had the treasure and had a means to escape the temple, but her cragadile caution cost Nuuk and herself their lives, what little remaining of them jiggling away as dragon fat.

Bad End