The Golden Goat (Part 4)

By StickyScribbles

The fitful sleep weighed heavily on the dragon’s sagging eyelids. It felt as rough and itchy as a barnyard pillow trampled by goats.

Only visions of endless milk and honey could soothe his aching scars. The dragon wore his wounds like a crown.

A brief bout of sleeplessness at the hands of petty grass-eaters was nothing to a titan of sky and land. Even the treacherous fairy would bow before such a decree. Soon bards would sing of his domination over devil goats.

The dragon’s blissful vision was suddenly interrupted by a sharp, gentle prod against his ribs.

“I am hungry,” yawned the Sandman, poking a pale finger back into the dragon’s side.

The dragon grumbled, rolling his massive bulk away to cling to the dying embers of his dream.

The Sandman blew an exasperated sigh, patting his rumbling belly for emphasis.

“I AM HUNNNGGGRR-YY!” The Sandman’s whine cut straight through the thickest dream. It sounded like a disgruntled peasant who had queued for a week only to find the banquet doors locked.

The dragon’s bloodshot eye shuddered open, his brow deeply furrowed. Smoke boiled from his nostrils. Normally, fire and ash would swiftly answer such insolence.

But the dragon hated to admit it. This sandy simpleton was an oasis to his sanity. If he had to feed the creature a pool of sweet nectar to keep the nightmare hooves at bay, so be it.

Sandy Sentinel of my Slumber, he thought, glaring down at his small captor. I shall fatten you to fuel the flow of my dreams. Keep you fed, and the nightmare hooves stay away. But jab me again, and I’ll...

Just then the Sandman let out a tiny gasp. He slumped forward, snuggling directly into the dragon’s warm, charred scales.

“Still... hungry,” the Sandman mumbled into the beast’s flank, cutting the dragon’s threat short as he instantly drifted back into sleep.

The dragon stared down at the snoring leech on his chest, then out toward the distant peaks. The goats had been given their ultimatum. Either they built his grand temple of milk and honey to feed this insatiable dream-weaver, or the mountain would burn again.

(Part 1):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658372

(Part 2):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677041

(Part 3):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677043

(Part 4):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2704926

(Part 5):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2712471

The Golden Goat (Part 3) v5

By StickyScribbles

Three weeks earlier, the fairy economy in the Whispering Woods was booming. Local fairies had grown plump on stolen goat honey and cream. While a bustling casino found its sweet home inside an abandoned badger den. There, glowing tooth-dice rattled softly across a velvet toadstool.

They never heard the scales scraping until the cavern went black.

The dragon didn’t roar. It simply exhaled a plume of smoke that charred the dice. Under its colossal claw, a particularly round tooth fairy squeaked. Across the table, the local Sandman didn’t even blink, yawning through a haze of stardust as if a mountain had just dropped into his living room.

“Fix me,” the dragon growled, eyes bloodshot and twitching. “Or you both become a light snack.”

The Sandman blinked sleepily. “Can’t force a mind that won’t quiet down, scaled friend. But I happen to know who’s been selling your coordinates to the horned ones…”

(Jump to the present, after the volcanic showdown)

The irony was agonizing.

Its kin were gone. The mountain was a smoking crater. The goats had retreated. The dragon finally had a quiet night and still could not sleep. Every time it drifted off, the wind through the ash sounded like approaching hooves. BAA. It snapped awake, claws tearing at the dirt. The memory of those relentless hooves had broken the most terrifying beast in the nine kingdoms. Desperate, it hauled itself back down to the hollow roots of the Whispering Woods and cornered the Sandman. The terrified, plump fairies were stuffed into an empty honey jar like oversized marbles.

“Fix me,” the dragon rasped, “or I will crush the jar.”

The Sandman was too tired to be terrified. He yawned, curled into a soft ball on the forest floor, and murmured, “Simple, really. Close your eyes, breathe, and start counting goats—err, sheep…”

The word goats sent a fresh wave of panic through the dragon’s scales. It nearly tore the root system apart before the Sandman lazily tossed a pinch of glowing blue dust into the air.

A heavy calm washed over the beast.

“My apologies,” the Sandman sighed, brushing dust from his coat. “Sustainable deep sleep for a creature of your scale needs a heavy dose of sweet dreams. And to make sweet dreams, a caster needs a lot of sugar.” He turned out empty pockets and tapped the glass of the fairy-filled jar. “Supply chain is dead. The fairies ate all the profits.” The dragon stared at the jar, then at the Sandman. A slow but terrifying smile crept across its smoke-stained maw.

“Don’t worry. Soon the goats will build me a grand temple overflowing with rivers of honey. You help me sleep forevermore. I’ll keep your little friends alive and well-fed.” The Sandman looked at the dragon, then at the trapped fairies glaring from the jar, and shrugged. A grumpy, sleep-deprived dragon could incinerate the forest with a sneeze. Steady work, job security, and unlimited honey wasn’t a bad deal at all.

He extended a sleepy hand. A bargain was struck.

(Part 1):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658372

(Part 2):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677041

(Part 3):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677043

(Part 4):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2704926

(Part 5):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2712471

The Golden Goat (Part 2)

By StickyScribbles

The dragon had finally had enough.

After months of being clobbered awake, it did something prideful dragons almost never do. It asked for help. It told its kin about the goats, carefully omitting that it had started the whole mess by eating farmers and children. The other dragons laughed. They called it soft. They said no herd of grass-eaters could bully a proper dragon. Still, the tempting promise of easy goat meat was enough to bring them along. If anything, only to mock their relative later.

The plan was simple. The original dragon leaked word that it would sleep in a narrow mountain cavern. The goats, still relying on the same tooth-fairy source, took the bait.

They climbed in, careful and quiet. Then they noticed the extra claw marks. The heavy breathing. The wrong kind of silence. Around the bend, an orange light grew. The original tooth fairy, the same one who had taken their milk and honey, was pinned under a claw. She screamed, “It’s a trap!” before the dragons silenced her.

Roaring flames followed.

The herd didn’t panic. A tight phalanx of brawny billies locked horns and formed a living wall against the inferno. The searing heat charred their coats as they sacrificed themselves to choke the narrow passage. That brutal bottleneck bought just enough time. Through the smoke, one agile kid scampered under the barrier, grabbed the fairy, and flung her onto its back. It then quickly darted back into the shadows towards their companions. The young goat’s side was badly burned, but the fairy lived. She still knew the mountain. She pointed out the weak seams while the herd scattered and regrouped in the dark.

What came next was pure goat.

They rammed the outer passage in unison, kicking down rock and dirt until only a goat-sized gap remained. Dragons lunged with flames licking their hooves. The last of the herd squeezed through as the cavern mouth collapsed behind them. Inside, the trapped, enraged dragons poured flame in every direction. The bottled heat and pressure had nowhere to go. The mountain answered by becoming a volcano.

When the smoke cleared, the ambush party was gone. The original dragon stood alone, staring at the crater that had just eaten its kin. It had planned the trap well, but its scaled relatives had treated the whole thing like a joke. Their hubris had finished them.

Its roar carried across the peaks, grief, humiliation, and rage in one sound. Then it spoke, its voice rough from ash and sleepless months:

“You win this skirmish. But more of my kind will hear what you did. When I am rested, there will be no quarter and no escape. Every cursed hoof and winged fairy pest will pay for the sleep you stole.

…Unless.

Cease your harassment. Build a grand temple to honor a dragon’s decadent slumber, overflowing with milk and honey. Do that, and I may reconsider. Those who aided you may yet see another sunrise.”

The offer hung in the smoky air.

Ordinarily, the goats would never negotiate with predators. But with a rescued fairy whose life still hung in the balance, their hooves were tied. Whether they would pay, keep fighting, set a new trap, or simply remain too stubborn to surrender was another question entirely.

The mountain was quieter now. The war was not.

(Part 1):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658372

(Part 2):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677041

(Part 3):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677043

(Part 4):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677043

The Golden Goat (Part 1)

by StickyScribbles

The dragon feasted on local farmers and children, which made for a swift kingdom’s banquet. A full belly always made the beast sleepy and content. So it slept on the steepest mountain it could find, safely beyond hunters’ piercing sight.

The goat herd sought aid and revenge, but most of their human companions quivered at the thought of being trampled again. In desperation, the goats bribed a tooth fairy with the promise of a year's worth of milk and honey to reveal where the dragon slept. In the business of sweet dreams, a scaled patron would soon have their tap run dry.

That night, the goats quietly scrambled up the mountain into the dragon's den. The gluttonous serpent's slumber was suddenly jolted awake, as if hit by a tide of angry anvils with hooves.

The dragon awoke rattled, then arrogantly thanked them for the midnight snack and snapped up a dozen. Only to have its jaw and belly repeatedly hoof-hammered. Souring on free delivery, it fled to another secluded peak. Only to be clubbed awake again by another wave of vengeful goats.

Hours without sleep stretched into days, then weeks, then months. The relentless pounding turned its impervious scales into tender, bruised pillows. Dragon claws retracted and stuttered. Eyes darted at every distant baa. No amount of meat or treasure from the nine kingdoms was worth the loss of sleep and sanity.

What brazen animals would dare chase a dragon across sorrowful seas, hellish plains, and hollow tundras?

(Part 1):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658372

(Part 2):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677041

(Part 3):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2677043

(Part 4):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2704926

(Part 5):

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2712471

Netsai and Goat Party Sketch

Netsai comforts and rests alongside a party of goats. While the Golden Goat keeps watch for dragons and other looming threats.

// Hope I improved from previous goat drawing fest.

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1480568

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1984288

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2604716

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2611580

// Sexy Goat OC

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2629676

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2636132

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2642603

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2642604

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658369

// Golden Goat Story:

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2658372