Azar's eyes opened and he began to groggily look around. The last thing he remembered was catching up to an outlaw he'd been asked to bring in, finding them in a low-traveled mountain pass. There was a brief fight, then suddenly the outlaw pulled out some sort of trinket from his pocket. The lingering taste of something sweet and delicious in his maw reminded Azar that the trinket had done something with food. He remembered pastries of all kinds assaulting his maw and forcing their way in. But then everything went dark. And even those memories were hazy enough to make him think it had all been a dream.
But the moment the dragon tried to move, Azar felt a heavy weight keeping him pinned in place. Turning his head, the effects of that trinket all came right back to him. Nothing about what he recalled was a dream. "Oh no..." came his distressed reply upon seeing his middle so swollen with everything he'd been force fed. His frills fanned out wide in shock while running a paw over his rounded belly, as if confirming that this was indeed real. Azar was stuffed to the point that his belly easily hung down to his paws when he rolled over to get up. Azar the knight, defeated by being stuffed so much that he passed out.
As humiliating a defeat as that was, Azar was more frustrated that he wouldn't be able to fly anywhere for long with the weight he was carrying now. Even worse, as he looked up from the mountain pass he'd had his brief fight at, the only place his quarry could have gone was down the pass, through open farmlands, and to the harbor city along the way. No where for Azar to hide and work off this weight, and he couldn't risk letting the convict get away out of the city. The dragon's cheeks already had a light blush on them as he imagined that every farmer or traveler he passed was going to be spreading tales about the "roundest dragon they'd ever seen". Hopefully his name wouldn't get around with those tales.
"I'm going to drop that little imp from the clouds when I get my claws on him..." Azar mumbled to himself. With that, he began the slow waddle down the path, his swaying belly a reminder to watch out for future tricks.

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Azar's quite skilled at tasks that require him to hunt down and bring in all sorts of nefarious types. But he's not without his defeats. And sometimes those defeats, even if temporary, leave a more lasting lesson for the dragon.

A YCH done by the great !