Aranaro Finds A Dragon's Lair, And Unable To Resist The Temptation, Attempts To Steal Some Of The Many

Aranaro finds a Dragon's lair, and unable to resist the temptation, attempts to steal some of the many ancient, golden treasures within. All from under the nose of a sleeping dragon. With glittering valuables as far as the eye can see, surely he won't miss a mere few pieces.

After carefully climbing down the mountain trail and heading back into town with a heavy bag, he's ready to celebrate getting away unscathed.

However, unbeknownst to him, the Dragon had been very much awake the entire time, and already in the process of laying a curse upon him.

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(only halfway done cooking! hang in there big guy! 🎉)

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒:

• Aro is carrying an egg, a single egg—a dragon's egg. He's honestly just lucky its small for its size.

•    He only has about an hour after returning to the township before he begins to notice any change. He celebrates with Sylvia, both getting moderately tipsy until he starts to feels nauseous. Aro chalks it up to all the hiking he's done today, and calls it a night.

•   It's hours later when he wakes up that his legs feel more sore and heavy than feels normal, and he finds himself unable to sit up right due to the preposterously swollen belly that sits on his lap. (see above picture)

•   He's now drenched in sweat, the sweltering heat from the egg, even wrapped deep within his body, radiates throughout the room, turning it into what feels like a sauna.

•   With Sylvia's help, he has to lay in a bath of cold water, forcing himself to endure it lest he test his luck on heatstroke. His belly steams as the water hits it. He can barely fit inside. Even the buckets of ice-cold water that Sylvia periodically pours over him is not enough, only adding more steam to the room and immediately becoming lukewarm.

•   To make things worse, later in the evening, the egg has started to turn the wrong direction. The tethered tip of the egg sits in his chest, jabbing at important organs—while the widened end sits in his lower pelvis, specifically on hips that are not quite wide enough to pass through.

•   And to top it off, Aro has started to feel the first of many contractions to come.