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Cayenne took a deep breath. It's what that nice man on the television had said to do, when angry think of the things that make you happy. A sunset, cute barn kittens, a good harvest. She reluctantly felt herself relax, at least somewhat.

"Cayenne? Cayenne get you lazy butt out here!"

Kittens, fluffy, fluffy kittens, kittens that were drinking milk! Especially those kittens that got those little milk moustaches they didn't know how to get rid of.

"Cayenne!! I swear if you're doing that relaxation bullshit again then you're fired!!"

Cayenne's eye twitched. The previous owners of this farm had been a kindly old couple that had known the business, and were more importantly understanding of Cayenne's needs. She had a couple good years with them before they retired and sold off the farm to William. The man had looked at the profits the couple were raking in and assumed it was because the farm ran itself. She was happy that she was kept on, given that she had something of reputation amongst the other nearby farmers, but he was a blithering idiot.

"What?!" She yelled feeling her overalls begin to tighten. She took in a deep breath repeating her mantra about kittens.

"Just get out here I can't very well describe everything"

Once again her eye twitched but she did as she was told. Once she walked out though those overalls of hers began to feel like a tight straight jacket against her chest.

She left him alone for an entire 20 minutes and the chickens were out of their pen, the goats were roaming free and working at the corn. The cows were huddled around the main house, with a few nibbling at the mail box, and William was just standing there as if he couldn't figure out if he had left the stove on or not!

"Ah there you are, done with that mediation nonsense?"

William was a Stallion of impeccable breeding and just about the smuggest thing on two legs. It was probably because of that good breeding that no one had ever bothered to tell him off when he deserved it.

"Sir it's a medical condition we've been over this," she said with the patience of a saint. She thought of kittens and how they might enjoy a piece of string.

"Don't waste my time with that psychosomatic bollocks! Just fix the problem at hand!"

Her overalls felt just a bit tighter as she regained composure. "Sir, might I ask how this happened?"

He showed a slight blush of embarrassment but it didn't show in his tone. "It's none of your business is what it is! I pay you good money for the day to day operations and I don't expect to be questioned! Now is there anything more?"

She could feel herself quiver in anticipation. William hadn't realized it in his misplaced rage but she was nearly eye to eye with him. William was six foot two, by a fair measurement, and Cayenne normally was about four foot seven if one was generous. However Cayenne was afflicted with a most odd condition, she grew when she was angry, and at the moment she was quite angry.

Her condition, and some of her resulting actions, had earned her a reputation that made sure no one in the area wouldn't even glance her way when it came to jobs. To be fair to them she had been far less reserved back then than she had been with William, but it hurt to know that she wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for her own temper. That, more than anything, kept her in check even as William casually headed back to the homestead. "I fully expect this to be done within the hour!" He yelled back at her with contempt.

She shook with anger and had to force the thought of adorable kittens to her mind. She repeated a mantra she heard off of a semi popular TV show, regarding Kitties and the softness of their fur, and managed to reign in her anger; if only for the moment.

She set out to work and naturally it was hard, an hour was impossible under the circumstances, but still William came out huffing as if he had personally been offended. Cayenne had been in the process of making sure the cattle were secured in their large pin when William began to angrily stride from his position on the porch.

Cayenne hoped he would just remain angry, that he would favor her with a glare, or held his tirade in till they had a talk the following morning. Instead he immediately headed over to goat pin.

"This is what you call diligent work?" He cried sarcastically. "I pay you to do one thing, just one thing, and you can't even manage that!"

She knew what he was going to do and could only hope she misjudged him. "I'm sorry sir, I'm almost done. Just a few more cows and we'll be all set," she practically pleaded.

"You know Cayenne I've heard the reports of the other farmers, you're unwieldy, hard to control, but otherwise a good worker. I take these reports to heart you know."

She stood for a moment stunned. That's all they had to say about her? She was a monster, a menace, but that's what they told other people? Did they want to see others suffer or....

"I'm going to break you off of these habits the only way I know how, and that's hard work."

She couldn't manage to even mount a protest before he freed the goats. They meandered lazily out of the pen then scattered to do what goats were wont to do. Her protests almost didn't even make it to her mouth. Nearly too stunned at his arrogance to even voice her complaint.

"But-b-but I was almost done!"

With the distance between them it was of a little surprise he hadn't noticed that she had not only matched but had exceeded his height.

"And if you hadn't slacked off you wouldn't need to do it properly!" He said haughtily as if proving a point. The animals didn't care about morality and instead just noticed the extra space they once again had.

Cayenne thought of kittens, or at least she tried to, every time she thought of kittens their image was replaced by Williams smug face and she wanted to kick them into a blender! This wasn't helped in the slightest when went ahead and freed the chickens as well.

"Just consider this a lesson in proper work ethic. You'll thank me for this," he said as he moved over to the cow pens.

"This isn't remotely fair and they're your crops anyway!" She now bellowed. With his back turned he missed that the girl's poor overalls had snapped and, far more distressingly, was now twice his height and still growing. The only ones that seemed to notice this sudden and rash growth were the cows. Though rock stupid, after years of breeding for that very purpose, the cows could still sense danger when it was that obvious.

"That reminds me," he said with a sneer clearly enjoying this "that will be coming out of your paycheck."

All the kittens in the world wouldn't have saved William at that point. It was as if a red mist suddenly clouded her vision as William turned around. She barely regarded his shocked expression or the fact that he seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. The stallion went from half her height, to a quarter, and then fading far below that.

"YOU WANT ME TO GATHER THE ANIMALS, FINE!"

The stallion instinctually cowered and could only watch in horror as the dragon approached his precious sheep. Thankfully Cayenne did not follow various stereotypes about her species and thus the sheep were in no danger of winding up a meal. Unfortunately for them her anger had not yet abated. The dragon snatched up the entire fleeing flock with one clawed hand. "THERE I HAVE THEM ALL, OH BUT WAIT YOU'RE TOO CHEAP TO BUY A PROPPER FENCE! DON'T WORRY I CAN TAKE CARE OF THAT TOO!"

Taking the time to obliterate said cheap fence with her foot. She took her free hand, balled it into a fist, and then delivered a punch to the soil that left it with a fresh new crater. Having made the sheep a new home she promptly dumped them all into it. "There job done! Oh wait there's still more animals you released wandering around eating your crops! Don't worry I can take care of that!"

The goats, that were at this point enjoying their day off and enjoying bits and pieces of Williams' crops, suddenly froze as the now giant dragon lunged in their direction. Instead of leaving a trail of pancake shaped goats though she soared over them and instead landed in William's corn crop.

"Can't have any of the critters eating your crop can we!!!" Unlike the goats that were spared winding up an imprint on her soles, no cornstalk was granted such a reprieve, turning the stalks into a flattened field with just a few enraged stomps.

The goats quite smartly ran back to their pens.

"There every problem solved in less than ten minutes! What else can I do for you today? Oh that's right the barn's in disrepair isn't it?!"

She stomped over to the dilapidated barn which now barely scrapped past her kneecaps.

"Well the whole thing is crap really, completely unsalvageable, might as well get rid of it!" She said before jumping high in the air and tucking her legs tight with arms to make a 'cannonball' and coming down full force on the poor barn with her overly modest rump flattening it in an instant. "Anything else I can do for you boss?!" she hollered in feral fashion.

At this point the stallion was just struggling not to piddle himself. A task that grew all the more difficult as the dragon stomped closer to him. Having demolished the majority of his property she had managed to burn off a good deal of her anger and as such was returning to a more moderate size. Of course at this point she was still a good seven or eight times larger than the stallion.

"What else could I possibly do for you today? Well it getting chilly. I better get to collect some wood for the fireplace."

His eyes went wide as he saw as she was turning back to the remains of the barn. "Not my house, not my house you damn lizard!"

She didn't show any anger, though she did grow a bit at the remark. "Oh it's no trouble at all! Here, see how easy it is?" she said as she gathered up the wooden debris of the now flattened barn. "I just need to place it gently next to your house and oops," she said dryly as she quite purposely dropped the entirety of barns remains onto the house; the weight of the wood collapsing the roof and much of the second floor in the process.

"How clumsy of me," she said innocently.

"You damned Godzilla sized hussy!" He screamed rather impotently.

"I'm sorry boss! You're clearly tired and my clumsy self just messed up your house! Where can you possibly..." She snapped her fingers and once again approached the stallion this time showing no sign of backing off.

"What, what are you..." his own temper fading quickly as he realized the reality of his circumstances.

"Oh just making you sure you get a good night sleep boss," the dragon said with a sadistic grin and plucked him up between thumb and forefinger. "Full of pillowy soft wool ," the last said with dire emphasis.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare!!" the stallion managed before Cayenne raised him up and shot him like a basketball at the open sheep pit. The stallion flailed but thankfully had a clean landing into the pile of aggrieved sheep.

"Have a good night and by the way I'm turning in my resignation!"

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It was the next day and Cayenne had her few meager possessions with her. She made a note to herself to collect her belongings the next time before starting a rampage. Most of them did not survive her latest outburst.

She was a sitting a bus stop hoping she would have better luck with the next little town than this one. At least William was far too terrified of her to try and seek compensation. She held onto that thought as an old anthro bull made his way to her; she recognized him immediately. Mr. O'Grady had been the first farmer to give her a chance until, that is, she placed one of his prized sheep on the top of his barn after it bit her.

"Heard what you did to old William."

"Yeah," she said embarrassed. It had felt so good then, now it was mostly embarrassing.

"He's moving out of the county now y'know."

"Didn't know that."

Mr. O'Grady had a roundabout way about him taking time to light his pipe before he spoke again.

"Always hated that guy," he said, as flashed a smile. "Just so you know I do have some extra work around the farm days and could use a little help, provided you're interested of course."

Cayenne smiled and there was no reason to think of kittens to keep it up.