Madness Combat Reader Insert - "A Smile that Scares"

6 - Wings and harnesses

After all of that...

Doc banged on the glass angrily. A shame it was the best kind of glass too, no violence could break it except bullets could crack.

Sanford waited expectantly. "Well?"

You hesitantly held Doc, gently tugging him to sit down so you could lay your head softly in his lap. He sighed, hesitating.

"As long as I can watch. Then I'll be okay as long as I can supervise it."

You regretted hearing that permission. You would rather be starving then have to fly for the fiftieth time in a row. They had this odd contraption, perhaps it was something to make you submissive to living hell? Because the one thing you had on was a halter, a bra for those (manly perhaps) chest physics to stay put, and for once, you were allowed to wear whatever you wanted. You did so, only having time to see Docs boy-shorts and... after cutting a hole for your tail and Doc sewing a lining around it to be even more fitting, all was good. Except well, you were sweating, panting, and drooling yourself out. After the long hour, you were on the ground, limp, as Sanford literally poked you with a stick- well, a staff. A bow-staff, specifically. 

You let out an annoyed huff, looking up for him to gently caress your cheek with the stick. He had that smug smile. One you currently were too tired to rip off, and make great regret towards.

"Aren't you a good dragon? A whole hour, and it's your first time. We'll need more for battle later, but..." You stuck your (forked) tongue out at him, too tired to care. But your ears picked up on what your mind couldn't register. "...Maybe after a few hours, we get those feet off the ground again, okay? I'll let you be Docs professional cuddle buddy for now." 

And that prolonged the fact that Sanford was going to absolutely use your stamina and energy like a rag later, but oh well. They might as well consider you a bootlicker for how much you worked for them, and the start wasn't pretty. You entered Docs room, lazily pushing the door open, and he yelped. You were so tired you pushed your weight down on everything, like a stompy child, except an accidentally large half-dragon half-human adult. He sighed, getting out of his chair, and getting into the bed to pat his lap. You stripped down to your harnesses and boy-shorts again, getting rid of the tightened bra, and all that discomforted your wings to a T. This was the good part of life.

The good part of life was him placing your head on his thigh, and reaching down to release all tension in your muscles. His hands were a fucking gold, it's just that...

"Stop squirming, seriously. Gonna have to reinstall that heavy harness to put you in place." He lightly jokes, only giggling that you finally settled down. "I don't mean that seriously, don't worry. You've been pulled around enough by Sanford through his exercise rigor." Doc commented, trying deeply to passionately rub your worries, woes, and stress away into a little mush pile of relaxation. And if it wasn't working, then why were you a little mush pile in his lap, tail wagging without your permission like a dogs? Hell if you knew, you were just his cute little dog, apparently. Well, not literally, but like a good friend. All good friends curled up in each others lap after long exercises, right?

Sanford walked in with a tape measurement, having to do homework for Doc as you relaxed. Of course, you tried to flinch your wing away once his hands softly tried to stroke and desensitize your wing, but 2bDamned made a peaceful hushing sound. It could lull anyone into a trance, even an employer if one swore to stay too long into those diamond-costing hands. You felt them and heard the tape measurement, and Sanford writing down things onto a nice cardboard clipboard, before handing them to Doc.

"According to the last, failed experiment of Deliberators, you should have some wing growth to go to make it a lot easier to fly. It appears you still have some exercise to keep up, though." He explained why, and then scratched at your scalp whilst reading on his tablet. It stayed like that for a good while, and right as you fell into a slumber, you heard him mumble something. You couldn't tell, hells sake at all, but after that sleep, you woke up and he was underneath your wing. You softly rolled yourself onto your side to face the sleepy Doc, as that was a rather smooth nap. Too smooth, even. It was smooth, unlike the ragged, battle roughened voice from behind you at the doorway.