It seemed to be another boring day for Dragon at the keep. She was put here to guard a princess. However, unfortunately for her, there were many days where nobody came to rescue said princess, meaning that she had nothing to do.

Around noon, however, she heard someone coming. "It is I, your beloved, Prince Charming!" the knight called from the distance. Dragon shook her head. This guy either didn't know she was there or else was so arrogant to think that she wouldn't hear him yelling in his loud voice. She really hoped that this wasn't the princess' true love. The true love was said to be the only one who could get past her. The princess deserved better than this guy.

Dragon stealthily moved toward the entrance of the keep. As Charming made his way across the rickety bridge, she stood, out of view, at the side of the door, ready to ambush the chump the moment he set foot inside. "I have arrived!" the prince declared as he entered. ROOOOAR! Dragon lunged at Charming, knocking him over. The fool swung his sword at her, but she quickly knocked it out of his hands, causing it to go sailing out the door and down into the lava below. "Stand aside dragon, I'm here to rescue the princess!" he snapped.

Dragon swatted at him with her massive tail, sending him flying into a wall. He got up feebly, seeing stars. Dragon flew toward him, her jaw open to its maximum extent. He could do nothing as the entirety of her mouth covered him. Hastily, she snapped her jaw shut. After sucking on him for a short while, she swallowed him with a power GULP!

He made a bulge as he went down her throat. He soon landed in her stomach. "Let me out you foul beast!" he yelled. ERRRRRRP! Dragon belched, shaking Charming in her stomach. He rammed the side of her stomach, trying to escape. But her stomach was too strong for him to break out or even make her sick.

"You foul fiend. You shall not keep me in here! I shall escape, slay you, and rescue my princess!" he shouted. What is this guy smoking? Dragon thought. Soon, acid came in. He put up a big fight but, slowly, over time, he was digested. Eventually, he succumbed and died. Around evening, Dragon ate some sheep, before settling down for the night.

Five days later, Dragon felt a pressure near her cloaca. Her cloaca was the opening where she excreted solid and liquid waste as well as where she gave birth from. A burst of gas exited it. It wasn't just gas that was disturbing her, however. The gas was a symptom of digesting her prey. Humans gave her a ton of gas, especially the closer to the back end they got. Right now, she could feel a large mass in her rectum, clearly the digested human plus all of those sheep that she had eaten.

Dragon moved over a hole in the ground, which had lava at the bottom. This hole she used as a latrine. She squatted over it, raising her tail, exposing her pink and red cloaca. PSSSSST! Urine began to pour out, sizzling into steam as the piss hit the lava below. Dragon had a full bladder so it took a while to empty out all of those gallons.

After she was done peeing, her cloaca opened again. PHHHHHBT! PHHHHHBT! PHHHHHHBT! PWICA! PWICA! PWICA! Along with the flatulence exiting her vent in a symphony of farts, enormous logs of brown and red also began to bulge out of the hole under her tail. She moved her vent out of the way of the hole, for she realized that she had swallowed a suit of armor, which could be salvaged and made into a trophy.

PWICA! PWICA! PWICA! The first log continued to push its way out of her cloaca, extending down several feet before finally falling loose due to the effect of gravity. As it hit the ground, it broke into several pieces. None of these had armor in them so dragon swept the log down into the lava below where it burnt up with a sizzle, emitting a foul smell as the feces was burned up.

Another log crowned out of her vent. This one also didn't have any armor in it, so it too was swept into the fire below. However, as the third log began to make its way out of her cloaca, she could fell something hard against her vent. It seemed too big and hard to be sheep bones so it had to be the armor.

With some grunting and pushing, the log of shit fell out of her cloaca. She sorted through the waste, which had poop and sheep bones in it, but her prize was the armor. She pried Charming's skeleton out of the armor, dropping it onto the pile. She kept the armor, planning to clean it off after she was done relieving herself, and pushed the waste, including Charming's skeleton, into the fire below. For the next 10 minutes, she emptied out the rest of her waste. Then she shook the remaining scat which clung to her vent loose from her cloaca and took the armor to a nearby stream, where she washed it off. She then returned to her castle, putting it in a large pile. She liked it when so-called rescuers came. It meant more food and more items for her collection.