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For Jencen, the nanite goo-dragon, life had been quiet for a few months. After his small adventure he had made it home without further issue, and from there the dragoo had not felt the urge to tell anyone of the full details of his trip over the hill and into the deep forest. Most of the time, that was fine; it was his business, after all. But, every so often his thoughts would wander to that time. Distracting. Enthralling. Questions unanswered. Usually, it was because the topic of spidooks came up in conversation. In truth, the first time that happened, Jencen nearly dropped his cup of tea; it felt like his private experience brought out into the open. A pink tinge to his cheeks, feeling like eyes were on him. But they weren't, so he was safe with his daydreams and his curiosity.

Curiosity was his friendly companion on this spring Saturday, as the black and orange dragon went striding through the forest and over the hill, with a bag on his back and a plan in his mind. This was spidook country, as far as he knew; he had been close to here when one had trapped him. Walking past these trees was bringing out nostalgic feelings, as though he could imagine the many strands of silk wrapped around him once again. Huff. Distracting. He nearly tripped over a tree root. Focused, yes!

Jencen had prepared for this trip, it wasn't just a wander on the spur of the moment. He had researched, looking up as much spidook information as he could online, though there just wasn't that much. The spidook; a genetically engineered humanoid cross between a spider and a ferret, not too dissimilar from his own created self. However, the spidooks showed very little interest in civilisation, so although they lurked in their thousands nobody really knew much about them. The dragoo wanted to find out more! He had rented a bio-scanner, to get more interesting information to write about. And, with his honest desire, he wouldn't mind repeating their more intimate encounter.

Here at the start of the deeper forest, Jencen opened his bag and slipped on a gas mask. Large, black, rubbery, and shaped to his dragon features, he had brought it as a defence against the odd pheromones of the spidook. Such scents last time had removed much of his inhibition, and given the whole event a dream-like quality; this time he wanted to be more aware of what was going on. Feeling ready, he continued ahead.

An hour or so passed as Jencen began to explore, covering a significant area without actually going very far. There'd be no guarantee the spidook would stay near here, as a lot could have happened over the months. But, over a tree he noticed long and familiar strands of webbing, so perhaps there would be something to find after all. The day was passing, and encouraged by the little bits of evidence he continued to search.

As the day drew on, Jencen felt a little strange and unsettled; eager to look behind him, caught up by the rustle of leaves and the scurrying of little creatures. He really did want to find a spidook, but soon he'd have to decide when he was going to stop for today and try again some other time. Luckily, it wasn't long after that the dragoo stumbled across a huge web, strung up between a number of trees. Busily creating it was a familiar figure, nimble and busy; part ferret, but with many thin arms and legs and a large tail abdomen and not much noise. Aha! He'd found one, and Jencen hid behind a tree to work out what he'd do next. He couldn't smell anything, so the mask seemed to be doing its job.

That didn't help against the second spidook, who had come up behind him quite suddenly. Arms grabbed him; a second pair pulled on his mask, curious about it and the way it seemed to get in the way of their intoxicating scents. Surely the dragon should have been more compliant? But no, he was wriggling like anything, and only the practiced work of spidook webbing could keep him still. Long, fresh strands were wrapped around ankles, legs and arms, and Jencen found it harder to struggle as the spidook tied him to a tree. It wasn't a full cocoon, the creature was clearly rushing, but the loops of silk would hold him for a little while. The two spidooks began to chatter quietly among themselves in their own language, as the dragoo pulled at the deceptively strong bonds.

Soon, the pair of spidooks came back over to him. One was taller than the other; the shorter one felt very familiar and he wondered if they had met before. There seemed to be a plan, which made the dragon nervous again; however, he had been working his way free, so it was his best chance. Jencen had already learned some new things by just seeing a pair of the creatures, and he could easily find his way back here later. The mask he wore was getting much of the attention, perhaps they were going to take it off? As they moved it, hints of that deep, rich spidook musk trickled in and the dragoo held his breath, feeling slightly fuzzy-headed; mmf, if they removed it, he'd have a problem.

But, they didn't. Instead, a huge handful of sticky spider-silk was stuffed over the air intake, and held in place with a few loops of silk as Jencen struggled against the many arms holding him. The fuzzy-mindedness didn't go away, as he failed to draw breath through the mask; it got more pronounced, eyes rolling up as a deep tremble went through his body and his chest heaved for more air. In the end, he tried to lift up the mask himself, but the taller spidook held it tightly in place. The goo dragon's vision started to swim for a warm, teasy moment, until spidooks let him get some air.

Well. Air. What he sucked up was more musk than air; it filled his lungs and satisfied his body, but Jencen was definitely succumbing to the strange pheromones of this species once again. As they teased his senses, the scents made his body warm and his mind wander. The smaller spidook started to snip him away from his binding to the tree, quite sure the dragon wouldn't need it any more. The urge to make his escape was confusing, and then it disappeared under the feeling of that mask being slid back into place. So quickly he moved from heady, tainted air to the suggestible euphoria of not breathing at all. Huff! His hand scraped at the furry spidook ahead of him, as the other came up behind. Snuggled down into the forest floor, they made an awkwardly cosy pile.

Jencen lost the urge to struggle. As the mask came loose again and his muzzle filled with intoxicating musk, his wings and body relaxed. He'd been here before, and nothing bad had happened, in fact it had been a very exciting time, hadn't it? The goo-dragon had begun to trust them, and so he was beginning to focus more on the strong sensations all over his body. Needy, horny, desperate thoughts. He panted, and found idle hands beginning to slip between his legs. The spidooks noticed, and explored as well; thin fingers under and over tail, back and front. Investigating their newest capture, feeling his nanite hide, rubbing at tail and paws, teasing him to the point he had to whine and cry out. Not that anyone else was nearby to hear them.

The mask went to one side as the taller, more curious spidook lifted it up and peered into half-lidded eyes. Mmm, whatever he saw there satisfied him, and the dragon was encouraged down onto all fours; his nose brushed down the fuzzy ferret belly. The musky scents grew as the spidook's quite pointy tip poked his nose. The implication was there and Jencen accepted, closing his lips around the smooth length. Meanwhile, his tail was raised and the second spidook was drawing close, a point of warmth before starting to slide inside. The goo-dragon moaned out, muffled; his body a fiery mix of urges and sensations. Satisfying a couple of fuzzy spidooks? He could do that. Feeling like this, hot and aroused, he could do anything.

A dozen paws were on him, rubbing ears and fins and stroking his head and his back. Furry, swishy spidook tails wrapped and laid silk that tied his legs and arms to theirs. Each spidook tried to enjoy Jencen at their own speed at first, but quickly they worked out a rhythm and the rich scents in the air grew and grew. The dragon felt like he couldn't breathe, all quivery with the need piled into him. It was so much, and so exciting; hands-free, he shot a stream of seed against his belly and onto the floor, and then another. Mmmf! The spidook in his rear was squeezed tightly and, with a chirpy cry, he finished off as well; a warm flood of sticky spidook seed just for him.

As for the one enjoying his muzzle, he stayed excited and playful for quite a bit longer, getting close and then easing off, his own fur warm and damp with exertion and musk. Such a helpful dragon! Tongue curious and active, satisfaction deep inside but eager and curious to finish the second of the creatures. Eventually, with some squeaking and wriggling, Jencen received a tasty treat as heady and musky as anything these spidooks seemed to produce; it filled his muzzle and dripped out a little as well. That seemed to do the trick, with everyone having spent their load the neediness started to leave him. Ahh. Warm, wet, sticky and wrapped in streams of silk. The spidooks stayed for a while, before freeing themselves, but from exhaustion and good feeling the goo-dragon gently drifted into a nap.

Still warm, he woke alone with the scent lingering on the air, a flush to his cheeks. The big web had been finished, so Jencen hoped they'd come back here. Standing up, dusting off, it seemed like it might have been another dream - but, no, he still had the taste and the sticky sensations over him, and his mask was still coated in the plug that had disrupted his breathing. Ahh. He picked up the mask, and himself, and made his way back towards civilisation with a satisfied grin.

-fin