Citrine gasped in terror at the suggestion. She was about to tell the dragon that she didn't want the fungus anymore and she'd happily go home and never disturb the mighty half-dragon ever again, but before she could she was tossed under the Dragon's scaly butt. She tried to scramble backwards, but the dragon grunted and blasted a titanic fart that was like being under a stinking hair-dryer the size of a car.
"I hope you're ready for the "Might" of a dragon!" Said the half dragon. She dropped with her full force, butt-first, onto Citrine, squashing her like a cartoon character, smushing her against the scaly, smelly, gassy lizard butt, "After an hour of this you're gonna wish I just breathed fire on you!"
She let out a giant, stinking fart that reeked of brimstone and sulfur, making Citrine cry out in sinus pain.
"What's wrong goblin? Didn't you say you'd do anything for this! Wonder if you'll survive this!"
She lifted her butt a bit and blew out a horrifically noxious, wet fart that covered poor Citrine in foul moisture. The dragon laughed out loud as she ripped farts of every size and smell over the course of a horrific hour. She let out one more, horribly rotten fart that stunk of meat and rotten eggs, then stood up.
"Well well well, still alive Goblin?" She looked down, Citrine was still breathing at least, "Ha! By the way, name's Roala. By surviving my stink you've earned the right to know my name. Whelp. Now go get your fungus before I change my mind..."
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