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Saved By A Goat

„Use your paws and spread my rearcheeks. Then sniff me - explore me with your tongue, your muzzle", the dragon said calmly, „you should get used to the smell and taste of your companion."

His voice was low, but nevertheless it was demanding, and somewhat shaky. Hesitantly first, the billygoat leaned closer and sniffed carefully. Obviously he enjoyed the rich and musky smell since he closed his eyes and started to inhale the dragon's scent, driven by a strange desire for that particular dragon.

But how could it happen that a goat served a dragon that way? Why that particular goat wasn't afraid of being eaten since dragons are supposed to devour prey like goats or sheeps or cows?

Well, the story, how the billygoat and the silverdragon got so close to each other started on a easy, sunny summer day, somewhere in the mountains between woods and rocks.

Ziegenbock simply enjoyed his life as mountain goat, climbing down a rocky path towards the forest as his sensitive ears caught a sound in the distance. He couldn't figure out the source of the noise, but it felt certainly wrong and strange... a sound, which didn't belong into the forest or into the mountains. It was a sort of a crying, muffled and painful, moanings within.

All senses cried to Ziegenbock to turn around and get away, but this billygoat was a quite curious goat and so he took a deep breath and followed the sounds deeper into the forest.

Carefully he stepped forward, delicately avoiding cracking branches under his black, cloven hooves. He stopped several times, listening and sniffing the air and then the wind brought the scent to his nostrils: The alluring scent of foreststrawberries - which seemed to be wrong. Ziegenbock would have known if in this forest grew strawberries; after all, this mountainside was his home...

And in the same instant he knew that it was wrong, because the strawberries' scent was overlaid by the musky smell of a dragon.

He jerked to a halt and his thoughts were racing...

A dragon... a dragon right here in this forest, a dragon in these mountains?

Every goat knows that dragons were awful beasts, monsters who took pleasure in nothing but killing and thieving. There are even rumours about dragons raping their prey first before devouring it.

A shiver runs through Ziegenbock's body and he was about to run.

But something held him in place and he kept watching.

And only now he realized that this dragon didn't mean any harm at the moment: He was trapped, obviously the strawberries were a decoy and this dragon couldn't resist. His gorgeous silver shimmering body was weighed down by a heavy knotted net and from the roof of the dragon's maw lent a string - obviously one of the strawberries was dissected and the dragon was hooked like a fish on the fishing-rod.

It didn't make any sense. Obviously, this mean trap was a poacher's work but did the poacher really mean to catch dragons? It didn't look like a dragon's trap, but now actually a dragon was trapped and as far as Ziegenbock could see, this dragon's struggling became weaker and his cries more painful.

The billygoat was in a real dilemma now: If he followed his instincts, he would run as fast as he could from the beast and the dragon would soon be found by the poacher or whoever built that trap. And it was a sure thing that the poacher would not show any mercy. Someone, who constructs cruel traps like these, does not know mercy - no wonder, it's a human after all - the sworn enemy of all mountain's and forest's animals.

On the other hand, Ziegenbock simply couldn't bring himself to accept this was the correct way to act towards a fellow sentient creature, and such a beautiful one at that.

After a few further moments of thinking and staring, he came closer.

He carefully approached the dragon, hoping that this creature would not breathe fire at him or something like that. After all, what did he really know about dragons?

The dragon laid still by the time Ziegenbock arrived at the dragon's side.

„Easy, boy", Ziegenbock whispered and hoped his shaking voice didn't startle the dragon - or made him aggressive. „I am here to help you, to free you from this trap."

The dragon didn't show any reaction and the goat searched his leatherpouch for a sharp knife. He hoped that he didn't have to use it as a weapon against the dragon, but for cutting the net it should do a good job.

He had to be quick because the poacher could return to his trap within every moment.

And the next question was: Where to hide the injured dragon... if this dragon was still alive...

It took him a lot longer to get through the thick knitting of the net, but finally it was done. Carefully he freed the dragon that still lay motionless. But the most difficult part of the rescue was still ahead: How to remove the wicked hooks (there seemed to be several of them) from the dragon's palate without doing any further harm?

Ziegenbock slowly walked around the dragon and got more and more fascinated by that creature in front of him: Silvery scales, but they didn't not cover the whole body as far as Ziegenbock could recognize. The dragon's belly and the chest of were covered by creamcolured fur. Carefully he reached out and was surprised how silky it felt. Slowly, with a shaking hoof he followed one of the tigerlike stripes of darker fur. As the dragon still didn't move, he pressed his ear against the dragon's chest, listening for the heartbeat... it was still there... And if he listened carefully, he also heard the dragon's breath; weak, but it was there, so there was still hope after all.

Ziegenbock stood now in front of the dragon's muzzle and soon became clear to him that he had to climb between the threatening fangs if he was to free that suffering creature.

A shiver ran through Ziegenbock's body but he had already chosen to save the dragon's life, so he had to go through with it all the way.

Suddenly the dragon opened his eyes and tried to get up - instantly he collapsed again and a moan escaped from his maw, a moan which sounded like a desperate „Why?"

Then the dragon slipped back into unconsciousness.

Consciousness claimed the dragon back after an uncertain amount of time: Was it just hours or days...or centuries? He was vaguely aware first of being alive - not necessarily a pleasant sensation. His whole body ached as he just returned from a fight with a rival-dragon during matingseason. It felt as if several bones were broken and the very sensitive wingmembranes were torn.

The dragon tried to lift his muzzle a bit and sniffed carefully. There was a certain smell, quite strong, but not unpleasant, a smell which reminded him of food and something else.

He licked his dry lips and discovered that he was terribly thirsty and hungry.

„Greetings to you, friend dragon. Please don't even think about devouring me as it would be quite impolite since it was me who brought you here... of course not alone, but with the help of a powerful friend and all, well, it doesn't matter, you are here right now, here in my home and..."

„What?"

It was barely a hoarse whisper. The bleating stung in the dragon's head. It was so confusing... the pain, being still alive, the scent of prey, the bleating... Bleating - a... goat?

The dragon's eyes snapped wide open in amazement.

„A goat? A goat saved me? But why... how... I mean..."

„Sssshhh, just lay still. You have quite a few injuries, some of them very serious, but you will live," Ziegenbock said softly. „You can call me Ziegenbock by the way. May I have your name, dear dragon?"

The dragon closed his eyes again. Was it a sort of a weird nightmare? There were strawberries, the trap and now a goat speaking to him, a goat claiming to have rescued him, prey saving a predator's life? It must be a dream...

„Are you still with me? Your name, dear dragon, if you please. I t wouldn't be appropriate to call such a noble creature simply dragon."

„Greldon."

„I beg your pardon?"

„Greldon. You may call me Greldon. You would not be able to... bleat my name in Draconic."

Ziegenbock ignored the hint of sarcasm in the dragon's voice knowing quite well how it must feel for the dragon, a noble and dangerous predator being in this situation: Trapped and saved by a goat. No wonder the dragon felt humiliated.

Another smell filled the air, sharp and bitter and suddenly Greldon felt something hot and liquid pressed against his lips.

„It's something to ease your pain, and to heal you quickly. Drink it. I know it will taste terrible, but it helps your recovering."

„Bah!"

„A traditional recipe. But I admit, it was never used on a dragon. I am sure it will help."

„Why do you do this for me?" Greldon coughed.

„I could not leave such a beautiful creature as you to the mercy of a human, friend."

„A human captured me?"

„It seems so, yes. I don't think the trap was meant for a dragon, though. After all, there were strawberries as decoy and I want to see one dragon stupid enough to go for strawberries. I mean, strawberries are for unicorns and stuff, but not for dragons. Oh, what's the matter?"

Greldon's face reddened as far as it was possible for silver scales.

The bleating sounded like laughter in Greldon's ears.

„Anyhow, friend, don't worry. You are safe now and your scaly hide didn't become some trophy of some human poacher."

„But..."

Greldon wasn't able so say anything further since the elixir started to do its work.

„That's good, friend. Stay quiet and relax, let the healing powers do their work."

Soon a steady snoring was to be heard as Greldon fell into a deep slumber.

Ziegenbock gazed upon the beautiful features of his unexpected guest and patient. So much deadly power, so much grace - and now as vulnerable like a goatling.

He stepped further and reached gently for the sleeping dragon's side. The scales felt so smooth, yet impervious. So close to the dragon Ziegenbock for the first time realized the dragon's scent.

Dragons were supposed to be smelly creatures and one had at least expected some foul, sulphuric stench and some smell of death and decay.

The scent was thick but not unpleasant: slightly musky and smoky, hints of gunpowder and honey and animalmusk.

Strange enough, the scent was somewhat comforting for Ziegenbock and arousing.

The billygoat blushed. Attracted by a dragon?

He quickly took some steps back and decided to let the dragon sleep. Besides, he had to think further. What to do with Greldon when he's healed? What about the poacher? He felt the urge to discuss these matters with Greldon at once, but of course he would not wake up the dragon: He needed his sleep of healing.

With a sigh Ziegenbock left. He would return later in the evening, maybe Greldon would be awake after nightfall.

It was a chilly and crispy night in the mountains. Greldon was still sleeping like a rock and Ziegenbock lay in his own bed, but he didn't find any sleep. He turned his head and again he studied the gorgeous features of his guest. How would it feel to snuggle close against the scales or against the furry chest? Certainly the dragon's body would be warm and cosy. Ziegenbock's thoughts went further: How would it be to have a dragon as friend, as companion? Such a dragon would be the perfect protection against any kind of predators. On the other hand, everyone knows that dragons are solitary living creatures, only seeking for company now and then when they are driven by lust and desire...

Eventually he got up and carefully not to waken the dragon he settled down between Greldon's forepaws, snuggling against the warm chest fur.

The dragonscent, the bodywarmth and the regular breathing gave Ziegenbock a feeling of comfort and security. Finally he dozed away...

He didn't know how long he has slept, but Ziegenbock awoke to the feeling of a weight on his belly and something warm and wet slithering around his groin.

He opened his eyes and gasped.

Resting his massive head on the goat's waist the dragon was concentrating on wrapping his big slippery tongue around the growing member, a wicked grin upon his scaly face. Ziegenbock groaned softly as the tongue flicked over him.

As soon as Greldon realized his host was finally awake, he lifted his head and looked at Ziegenbock. He gazed right back into those shining iceblue eyes and blushed under his white fur.

„What... what are you doing?" whispered Ziegenbock breathlessly.

„You have saved my life", rumbled Greldon, gently licking the goat's face, especially the spot of black fur around the left eye, „that's one way we dragon thank our rescuers."

After another lick across the muzzletip the dragon turned onto his side and gently pulled the goat up against his soft furred belly. He retracted his claws and reached one scaled paw down to his crotch and gently grasped Ziegenbock's cock, pulling up and down with increasing intensity. Ziegenbock shivered in a mixture of abashment and lust and pressed himself hard against Greldon's side and shot a jet of hot, thick cum onto his belly, bleating sheepishly.

„I am sorry."

Greldon growled deeply: „You have spoiled my bellyfur. Bad goat! You are going to pay for that!"

But as soon the dragon noticed Ziegenbock's alarmed glance, he winked and tried to get up.

„Don't worry, my friend. I don't feast on goats - like unicorns, they are always too horny down there in by belly. By the way, your medicine did work. I feel better."

„You want to leave already? You can stay here until you are fully recovered."

„Well", Greldon replied, his tail swishing nervously, „at least there's some sort of an urge for me to leave."

„I don't understand? - Oh, yes, now I see", bleated Ziegenbock. „Please, follow me, I show you where to comply with the nature's call."

„That's far better now", Greldon sighed as he returned.

„Now, as for you, my dear billygoat", Greldon brought his snouttip close to Ziegenbock's face, „you have saved my life and you cured me with that... eh... medicine. Any wish before I leave?"

„Well... there's indeed something, but..." Ziegenbock stammered shyly.

„Yes?"

He felt his blood pounding in his head and his heart racing.

„I know, it's a really strange and I know that you are a dragon and I am a billygoat, but..."

„Just spit it out! I won't devour you, promised."

„Ok, then."

Ziegenbock took a deep breath and bleated: „Like all goats I am a very curious buck. I am much into musky scents and I have never sampled a dragon before... may I?"

Just before Greldon even could give a reply, Ziegenbock brought himself in a swift movement between the dragon's hindlegs, sniffing curiously along the sheath where Greldon's dragonhood was hidden again. The still moist sheath smelt very musky due to the peeing before.

„What a nice smell", growled Ziegenbock happily and started to lick firmly.

Now it was Greldon's turn to blush but on the other hand it felt simply too good. It didn't take long and slowly the still wet dragoncock emerged from the shaft, slick and black glistening.

„You like what you see and smell?" Greldon rumbled shakily.

What Ziegenbock couldn't know was the fact that Greldon really loved to be sniffed - and more.

„Oh yes" came the reply. „We goats love musky smells above all."

Since the goat seemed to have a crash on the dragon, he wondered how far he could go. After all he was a dragon, a creature born to dominate and this billygoat was very handsome...

He let the goat sniff the hardening shaft and sheath until the dragonhood was fully erected.

„Well, really now? Then you should bring your muzzle to another spot as well."

Greldon's tail was slightly lifted now.

„You mean..."

„Yes! Use your paws and spread my rearcheeks. Then sniff me - explore me with your tongue, your muzzle", the dragon commanded calmly, „You should get used to the smell and taste of your companion."

„Companion?" bleated Ziegenbock.

„Well, we have already crossed the border. I want you to become my pet, my companion."

Swiftly the billygoat stepped behind Greldon and gently ran his hands over the powerful buttocks and spread them slightly. He curiously viewed the dragon's rearopening. To his relief the dragon was a very neat dragon.

Ziegenbock finally leaned forward, sniffed deeply flaring his nostrils. His senses were filled with the heavy musky odour. With a lustful rumble he spread those cheeks now even further open, nudging his nose at the opening.

„You like my scent?" Greldon asked. Gods - that felt so good, the warm breath washing over his exposed opening.

Instead of an answer Ziegenbock pushed his tongue into the musky tasting opening. He wanted to return the pleasure he had received last night. One night, he would never forget in his lifetime anymore.

He kept caressing and spreading the buttocks with has hands as the goat slipped his tongue as deep into his lover as he could.

Greldon rumbled in delight and dug is claws into the ground, pushing himself against the goat's muzzle.

„I... I never can get enough of that", the dragon hissed and soon the tip of his cock leaked from the first drops of precum.

Ziegenbock kept rimming him, coating the area with his slick salvia. His nostrils flared once more as he took in the dragonsmell which become more and more intensive, a sign of Greldon's arousal. He spread his anus wide open and buried his tongue repeatedly deep inside the dragon.

After a while though Ziegenbock brought his attention to Greldon's malehood. With both hands he reached up and wrapped one around the base of the massive shaft, while with the other one he cupped the wet cocktip.

Within only a few minutes the air was filled by heavy dragonmusk, as Greldon's member began to throb painfully hard. It jerked in Ziegenbocks's paws and the dragon roared in sudden release, spurting sticky semen while the goat kept on masturbating him.

Ziegenbock growled in pleasure as he lapped up and savoured every drop of cum his companion had released.

When Greldon's climax eventually faded, the goat bleated softly: „Now that's how dragons do smell and taste. I really enjoy that type of taste."

„Well", purred Greldon gently, „as my companion you will have lots of opportunities to enjoy it, my sweet one. On the other hand, I have always wondered how goatmilk tastes. Lay down on your back, dear one."

Ziegenbock did as he was told and in a swift movement, Greldon brought himself above him in sixty-nine-position, carefully lowering his rear above the goat's muzzle.

Just the thought of dragonscent aroused Ziegenbock. Greldon brought his muzzle towards the quickly erecting cock. Each lick the dragon gave his companion made shivers run through Ziegenbock's body. The goathood became hard as a rock in Greldon's muzzle as Ziegenbock pressed his flared nostrils firmly against the dragon's anus, inhaling his scent. Greldon rumbled gently and began slowly sucking. Ziegenbock bleated and moaned in pleasure, pulling Greldon's rear closer towards his muzzletip until Greldon did actually some facesitting.

The dragon savoured the taste of the goatcock as his tongue slapped against it in his muzzle, sliding over and around it and licking at it furiously.

It took only a few instants and orgasm hit Ziegenbock like a wave. His soft bleating grew louder as he shot his seed into the dragon's maw. Greldon gulped it down and continued sucking, demanding more. Ziegenbock grabbed the dragon's rump, thrusting his tongue all the way into Greldon's depths. The dragon rumbled and but milked the throbbing member with his fleshy tongue, gulping down all of the billygoat's seed.

Ziegenbock sighed happily as his orgasm finally faded and pushed gently against Greldon's rump. He lifted his rump instantly: „I hope I wasn't too heavy for you".

„As long as I can fill my nostrils with dragonmusk, nothing will be too heavy for me" bleated Ziegenbock happily.

As Greldon turned about to leave, Ziegenbock asked sadly: „Do you really have to leave so soon?"

The dragon looked back over the shoulder.

„No", he replied simply. After a short pause he added: „We are leaving now. Together. There's a poacher in these woods outside, after all. And we both have to take care that there won't be done further harm to any of the forests and mountains inhabitants, companion."

END.