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He readjusted his head against the hay bale he lay on, the quiet squeaks of rubber worsening his insomnia. Opening his eyes, the moonlight shone through the many holes of the wood bright enough to illuminate his surroundings, but instead his eye rested on the onyx black rubber coating his body.\n\nIn a curt bit of frustration he shuffled the bit around in his mouth, the metal piece sat far behind his teeth and pressed against his tongue, it’s metallic taste filling his buds much to his disgust. Bringing a hooved claw to his maw did nothing but lightly bump against his rubber coated scales, nearly entirely dulled by the thickness of said material. Oh how he longed to just for a minute be able to stretch his claws, to break free from their rubber prison and tear off these forsaken restraints.\n\nHe thrashed, his tail swept in quick motions throwing bits of straw across the stall. Thankfully due to his recent good behavior, he was allowed nights without the cursed saddle which allowed him to lay on his back and breathe easier. But then that raised another problem, one that the moonlight made very apparent .\n\nRight between his legs was what he hated most, even just thinking about it caused him to billow smoke from his ringed nose. That cursed belt of steel encircled his most intimate and private region, one that he reserved only for such a dragonesses worthy of his presence and something he was very proud of. But that was a long time ago, those damned two legged furs had captured in his most vulnerable moment. He wasn’t even to blame! For thousands of years he had hunted the lands surrounding his mountainous lair, why suddenly did it cause such a commotion, such hostility-\n\nHe shook his head, the reins attached to his bit bumping into his neck. Thinking about it did nothing, it happened. He was where he was and now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions.\n\nWith a sigh he sat back and stared out the barred window, brushing the faux blonde horse hair out of his eyes with his hooved claws. Outside, he noticed snowflakes dancing their way towards the ground, forming neat little piles on the fields of grazing land for the farm’s other cattle.\n\nHow he despised being around other such animals, whether they were willing to be here or not. Even seeing their predicaments, despite how similar they were to his, brought pure rage to Kaz’s head…how pitiful they were and how easily he could’ve ripped them apart for disrespecting such a mighty figure as himself.\n\nBut no, they clamor for him, rubbing against and petting like some big cuddly teddy bear. Oh how it made the fire in his chest burn blue. He almost held more resentment towards the other bound furs captured than the ones actually responsible for his containment.\n\nHe had to stop himself, he was only going to get worked up again, building rage of which he could do nothing with. Opening his eyes again, flurries were now fluttering into his stall, a few even landing on his snout. This was the third time he’d seen the leaves in the grove fall and snow cover the ground, a long time for a dragon to go without his freedom.\n\nBefore his time on the farm, he hated winters. Less game, blinding white now, and tough flying conditions all made for a less than ideal time to be a predator of the skies. Now though…since all the crops had been harvested and since there wasn’t a whole lot of pulling to do around the ranch…he mostly was left alone in his stall. His feed was replenished daily without more occasion than a wooden door sliding open and a pale pouring out its disgusting contents before him.\n\nHe shivered as he thought about the cold slop sitting in his trough. His mouth watered as he thought about the last time he ate meat oh so many seasons ago, his will to fight whittling away with every meal of crushed garbage he ate. Dragons were meant to eat red meat, to hunt prey and feast, not dine on disgusting grass or plants or whatever his captors put in the trough. Even worse, they didn’t take off his bit or head harness! Again he tasted the metal against his tongue, the rings of metal pulling his mouth back. It was so gross…but he endured.\n\nNow…he was more or less content with his new situation, mostly because he had to be. Any escape attempts were quickly met with a swift recapture. They must have put a spell on him, cursed his gear, something beyond his ancient knowledge. Each time he managed to create a tear in his suit, loosen a buckle, free himself of a shackle, the next morning said weakness would simply vanish as if nothing had happened.\n\nOne particularly worrying example was when he deliberately ran into barbed wire, tearing his rubber confines nearly to shreds and breaking a good few belts apart but his tough scales were left mostly unscathed. It took a considerable amount of wrangling by his captors to catch him again, long story short turns out rubber hooves aren’t great on loose dirt. When he was thrown back in his stall, like any other time the suit had magically sealed all its holes, rebuilt its belts and buckles and again had that new rubber sheen.\n\nWhen…if…he ever got out, he would have to look into the suit to learn if such healing abilities could be transferred to living beings…and if the suit could be worn temporarily.\n\n—\n\n\n“Rise n’ shine big boy” the barn door slammed open, bright sunlight from behind shadowing her figure.\n\nUncurling himself, Kaz straightened out and lay on his stomach. He groaned as his morning wood was stifled in its metal prison once again. 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Gusts of wind blew against the wooden walls containing the sleeping dragon, the creaks and groans of the cracked and rotten walls keeping Kaz from dozing off completely. He readjusted his head against the hay bale he lay on, the quiet squeaks of rubber worsening his insomnia. Opening his eyes, the moonlight shone through the many holes of the wood bright enough to illuminate his surroundings, but instead his eye rested on the onyx black rubber coating his body.

In a curt bit of frustration he shuffled the bit around in his mouth, the metal piece sat far behind his teeth and pressed against his tongue, it’s metallic taste filling his buds much to his disgust. Bringing a hooved claw to his maw did nothing but lightly bump against his rubber coated scales, nearly entirely dulled by the thickness of said material. Oh how he longed to just for a minute be able to stretch his claws, to break free from their rubber prison and tear off these forsaken restraints.

He thrashed, his tail swept in quick motions throwing bits of straw across the stall. Thankfully due to his recent good behavior, he was allowed nights without the cursed saddle which allowed him to lay on his back and breathe easier. But then that raised another problem, one that the moonlight made very apparent .

Right between his legs was what he hated most, even just thinking about it caused him to billow smoke from his ringed nose. That cursed belt of steel encircled his most intimate and private region, one that he reserved only for such a dragonesses worthy of his presence and something he was very proud of. But that was a long time ago, those damned two legged furs had captured in his most vulnerable moment. He wasn’t even to blame! For thousands of years he had hunted the lands surrounding his mountainous lair, why suddenly did it cause such a commotion, such hostility-

He shook his head, the reins attached to his bit bumping into his neck. Thinking about it did nothing, it happened. He was where he was and now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

With a sigh he sat back and stared out the barred window, brushing the faux blonde horse hair out of his eyes with his hooved claws. Outside, he noticed snowflakes dancing their way towards the ground, forming neat little piles on the fields of grazing land for the farm’s other cattle.

How he despised being around other such animals, whether they were willing to be here or not. Even seeing their predicaments, despite how similar they were to his, brought pure rage to Kaz’s head…how pitiful they were and how easily he could’ve ripped them apart for disrespecting such a mighty figure as himself.

But no, they clamor for him, rubbing against and petting like some big cuddly teddy bear. Oh how it made the fire in his chest burn blue. He almost held more resentment towards the other bound furs captured than the ones actually responsible for his containment.

He had to stop himself, he was only going to get worked up again, building rage of which he could do nothing with. Opening his eyes again, flurries were now fluttering into his stall, a few even landing on his snout. This was the third time he’d seen the leaves in the grove fall and snow cover the ground, a long time for a dragon to go without his freedom.

Before his time on the farm, he hated winters. Less game, blinding white now, and tough flying conditions all made for a less than ideal time to be a predator of the skies. Now though…since all the crops had been harvested and since there wasn’t a whole lot of pulling to do around the ranch…he mostly was left alone in his stall. His feed was replenished daily without more occasion than a wooden door sliding open and a pale pouring out its disgusting contents before him.

He shivered as he thought about the cold slop sitting in his trough. His mouth watered as he thought about the last time he ate meat oh so many seasons ago, his will to fight whittling away with every meal of crushed garbage he ate. Dragons were meant to eat red meat, to hunt prey and feast, not dine on disgusting grass or plants or whatever his captors put in the trough. Even worse, they didn’t take off his bit or head harness! Again he tasted the metal against his tongue, the rings of metal pulling his mouth back. It was so gross…but he endured.

Now…he was more or less content with his new situation, mostly because he had to be. Any escape attempts were quickly met with a swift recapture. They must have put a spell on him, cursed his gear, something beyond his ancient knowledge. Each time he managed to create a tear in his suit, loosen a buckle, free himself of a shackle, the next morning said weakness would simply vanish as if nothing had happened.

One particularly worrying example was when he deliberately ran into barbed wire, tearing his rubber confines nearly to shreds and breaking a good few belts apart but his tough scales were left mostly unscathed. It took a considerable amount of wrangling by his captors to catch him again, long story short turns out rubber hooves aren’t great on loose dirt. When he was thrown back in his stall, like any other time the suit had magically sealed all its holes, rebuilt its belts and buckles and again had that new rubber sheen.

When…if…he ever got out, he would have to look into the suit to learn if such healing abilities could be transferred to living beings…and if the suit could be worn temporarily.

—


“Rise n’ shine big boy” the barn door slammed open, bright sunlight from behind shadowing her figure.

Uncurling himself, Kaz straightened out and lay on his stomach. He groaned as his morning wood was stifled in its metal prison once again. Oh how good it would have been to just paw off right there and then, but alas he was forced to wriggle his hips in frustration, the steel scraping against the dusty dirt floor.

The figure threw his saddle down in front of him, despite how much he despised letting lesser creatures ride on him, he did prefer it to hard manual pulling labor.

“We’re goin on a ride today horsey, and we ain’t trottin all the way there neither”

Suddenly Kaz’s head perked up. What did that mean?

He curiously sat there while he let the lesser being saddle him, biting his tongue to hinder the urge to snap at her. Smoke billowed, then suddenly stopped when he felt the belts around his wings suddenly loosen…then fell off completely!

“That get yer attention? Big pony here earns his wings today, hell we may even start callin ya pegasus boy, how bout that?” she taunted.

He ignored her teasings, instead reveling in the opportunity to stretch out his wings for the first time in ages. Those wing muscles sure were sore…a brief moment of worry washed over him as he wondered if he would be able to fly at all. But no, surely the terror of the skies would take flight once again…in one way or another.

She jumped on his back, and out of the barn they clip clopped. Soon his hooves were crunching snow beneath them, he looked up into the grey skies and stretched out his wings, literally gnawing at his bit.

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