Sneaking Away by TheOwlette (Commission)
Ashar prowled through the alleyway, his steps slow and careful, but no matter how softly he tried to move still the chains that hobbled him clinked softly with each step. The sound followed him as he crept from one hiding place to the next, making his tail lash in frustration. They might as well have hung a bell from the collar they'd put around his neck!
He should have known that he'd pressed the anthros a little too hard for business this time, that the offer of a meal and a night in protected from the elements was too good to be true after he'd couriered their letter and asked about payment for their next message. He was well aware of how the smaller creatures viewed his appetite and how unlikely they'd be willing to fund it, especially after a day of hard flying, but the dog had seemed so friendly and honest, the wagging tail and big panting smile had put him at ease... And he'd been ravenous, after carrying their messages so far, so fast, so of course he'd devoured the offered mutton and happily sprawled in the offered chamber to rest.
Then to his surprise woken up to find himself muzzled, collared, wings pinioned and legs hobbled!
His prices were outrageous, the anthros claimed, and they'd had enough. He'd snorted derisively, if that was they case they could just stop hiring him--rather than try to put a rider on his back and [i]make[/i] him carry their letters!
It had taken Ashar two days to figure out how to slip out of the stall where they kept him, but the restraints were another story. With his wings strapped down, he couldn't fly off, and there was no way to get them out with his paws mittened and cuffed together; he'd have to find a way to cut [i]those[/i] out first, and he felt far more likely to find help--or something sharp he could use--outside the city than inside, where the army that now wanted him to play courier for free had such influence and where the homeless surely scooped up everything of value before he might have a chance to find it.
Shouting up ahead made him tense up, and he hugged the wall of the alleyway, trying to stick to its slight curve and make his multi-ton body as small as it could get, for once in his life wishing his scales weren't so bright! If they caught him now they'd keep a closer guard on him, and he wouldn't even manage to get this far, they couldn't find him... There were rapid footsteps, several anthros in uniforms dashed nearby, but none were heading down the alley towards his hiding place, and when the sounds faded again he sagged in relief.
He gave the chains linking his paws a few frustrated yanks, but they were too tough to pull the links apart with his strength alone, and he growled to himself as he stood back up. Lift, reach, place; lift, reach, place, each step making those chains rattle, as he did his best both to keep quiet and to keep from tripping over the closely linked cuffs. How was he ever going to get over the city walls like this...
Ahead the alley turned, and he peeked his head around, slow and cautious: the narrow path ahead still empty, but only 20 feet further on it opened onto a broad sunlit street. He could see another alleyway on its other side, but he would have to cross that wide open roadway to get there, and the hobbles trapped him either walking or making loud and clumsy hops: though the street seemed empty now there was no way he'd be able to cross it unnoticed... He growled and yanked on the cuffs again, but the tough leather and steel refused to give, and the padded mittens kept his claws useless, kept him in all this gear, at the mercy of the anthros if they tracked him down. Him, a dragon, at the mercy of the weak little anthros! His tail thumped against the wall in agitation, and he froze, listening--no, that didn't seem to have alerted anyone of his presence, but he still needed to keep moving.
Just as Ashar rounded the corner a shadow crossed the mouth of the lane, and he stopped in his tracks, not daring to keep moving forward and too worried any motion would make him easier to notice to creep back the way he'd come--especially when he feared even a single step backward in the cuffs would make him stumble! The anthro wore a soldier's uniform, but didn't look his way--and on his heels another, this one with a coil of chain in hand to use as a leash! Ashar swallowed, barely daring to breathe, hoping he was hidden enough in shadow to escape notice, only his eyes moving as the soldier walked down the street in search of him.
Continued here.
This is a commission done by TheOwlette! I saw a similar sort of concept posted by a friend and wanted to get something along those lines myself <_< And Owlette did well with the concept as usual, making Ashar look all lean and handsome, giving him a nice snug set of bondage gear, a worried expression, and a nice city environment to try to sneak through. How will our resourceful dragon manage to get out of this one?
He should have known that he'd pressed the anthros a little too hard for business this time, that the offer of a meal and a night in protected from the elements was too good to be true after he'd couriered their letter and asked about payment for their next message. He was well aware of how the smaller creatures viewed his appetite and how unlikely they'd be willing to fund it, especially after a day of hard flying, but the dog had seemed so friendly and honest, the wagging tail and big panting smile had put him at ease... And he'd been ravenous, after carrying their messages so far, so fast, so of course he'd devoured the offered mutton and happily sprawled in the offered chamber to rest.
Then to his surprise woken up to find himself muzzled, collared, wings pinioned and legs hobbled!
His prices were outrageous, the anthros claimed, and they'd had enough. He'd snorted derisively, if that was they case they could just stop hiring him--rather than try to put a rider on his back and [i]make[/i] him carry their letters!
It had taken Ashar two days to figure out how to slip out of the stall where they kept him, but the restraints were another story. With his wings strapped down, he couldn't fly off, and there was no way to get them out with his paws mittened and cuffed together; he'd have to find a way to cut [i]those[/i] out first, and he felt far more likely to find help--or something sharp he could use--outside the city than inside, where the army that now wanted him to play courier for free had such influence and where the homeless surely scooped up everything of value before he might have a chance to find it.
Shouting up ahead made him tense up, and he hugged the wall of the alleyway, trying to stick to its slight curve and make his multi-ton body as small as it could get, for once in his life wishing his scales weren't so bright! If they caught him now they'd keep a closer guard on him, and he wouldn't even manage to get this far, they couldn't find him... There were rapid footsteps, several anthros in uniforms dashed nearby, but none were heading down the alley towards his hiding place, and when the sounds faded again he sagged in relief.
He gave the chains linking his paws a few frustrated yanks, but they were too tough to pull the links apart with his strength alone, and he growled to himself as he stood back up. Lift, reach, place; lift, reach, place, each step making those chains rattle, as he did his best both to keep quiet and to keep from tripping over the closely linked cuffs. How was he ever going to get over the city walls like this...
Ahead the alley turned, and he peeked his head around, slow and cautious: the narrow path ahead still empty, but only 20 feet further on it opened onto a broad sunlit street. He could see another alleyway on its other side, but he would have to cross that wide open roadway to get there, and the hobbles trapped him either walking or making loud and clumsy hops: though the street seemed empty now there was no way he'd be able to cross it unnoticed... He growled and yanked on the cuffs again, but the tough leather and steel refused to give, and the padded mittens kept his claws useless, kept him in all this gear, at the mercy of the anthros if they tracked him down. Him, a dragon, at the mercy of the weak little anthros! His tail thumped against the wall in agitation, and he froze, listening--no, that didn't seem to have alerted anyone of his presence, but he still needed to keep moving.
Just as Ashar rounded the corner a shadow crossed the mouth of the lane, and he stopped in his tracks, not daring to keep moving forward and too worried any motion would make him easier to notice to creep back the way he'd come--especially when he feared even a single step backward in the cuffs would make him stumble! The anthro wore a soldier's uniform, but didn't look his way--and on his heels another, this one with a coil of chain in hand to use as a leash! Ashar swallowed, barely daring to breathe, hoping he was hidden enough in shadow to escape notice, only his eyes moving as the soldier walked down the street in search of him.
Continued here.
This is a commission done by TheOwlette! I saw a similar sort of concept posted by a friend and wanted to get something along those lines myself <_< And Owlette did well with the concept as usual, making Ashar look all lean and handsome, giving him a nice snug set of bondage gear, a worried expression, and a nice city environment to try to sneak through. How will our resourceful dragon manage to get out of this one?
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