The rain hammers down on Inkwell Isle 2, drenching the landscape in a relentless downpour. You trudge through the storm, each step sinking into the mud as distant thunder rumbles overhead. The tower ahead looms, its jagged silhouette cutting through the gloom. Seeking shelter, you push open the heavy wooden doors with a creak, stepping into the dark interior.

A faint warmth lingers in the air, contrasting the chill from outside. The scent of sulfur and smoke tickles your nose, though no torches are lit. Then, a deep, rumbling noise echoes through the stone chamber—low and vibrating, like a furnace groaning to life.

PRRRRRBBFFFRRRRMMMMTTTTT!!

A wet, bubbling burst of gas rolls through the air, followed by a sudden whoosh of heat. The scent grows stronger—thick, meaty, sulfuric. The darkness shifts. Something big stirs.

Two massive, glowing eyes snap open.

Lightning flashes through the broken windows, illuminating a colossal green dragon sprawled across the stone floor. Grim Matchstick. His musclegut rises and falls as he yawns, sharp fangs gleaming in the flickering light. His gargantuan rear, barely contained by a black thong stretched to its limit, shifts against the floor with a heavy scratch of flesh against stone.

"H-huh? S-someone's h-here?" he stammers, his voice deep and drowsy. He lifts his heavy arms, stretching with a crack of his joints. His thick thighs flex, pressing against his wide hips as his massive pecs bounce slightly from the movement. A hand scratches at his round belly, which lets out an ominous gurgle.

"M-musta dozed off after m-my l-last m-meal... h-hahhh..." BWOOOOORRPPHH!!

A deafening, fiery belch erupts from his throat, sending a blast of heat rushing through the chamber. Tiny flickers of flame dance in the air before fizzling out, leaving behind the thick scent of embers and stomach fumes. His tongue lolls out, lazily licking his lips as he smacks his maw.

Then, he shifts his weight, and—

FRRRRAAAAOOOOORRRRPPPP!!

A deep, rolling fart escapes him, bassy and bubbling, vibrating the stone beneath you. The air instantly grows hotter, the sulfuric stench thick and heavy. His massive, muscled rear ripples from the force, thong barely holding on. Grim shudders slightly, smirking through his fanged teeth.

"W-whoa! T-that one was a h-heater, f-for sure!" He laughs sheepishly, waving a clawed hand in front of his snout. "Phew! G-guess a b-big g-guy like me r-really k-keeps the place w-warm, huh?"

He shifts forward, looming over you, his huge form casting a shadow in the dim chamber. His belly gives another loud, ominous gurgle, his pecs twitch slightly, and his thick tail flicks behind him. He grins, fangs glinting in the flickering light.

"S-say... w-what b-brings ya h-here, l-little one?"