It was a lovely day to be in the forest by Jencen's home. The sun was high and bright, although the dragon was too deep into the trees to see it clearly. It was deliciously warm though, the air at an almost tropical heat with light tinted green by big broad leaves, and really that was why he was here; with no teaching to do on a Saturday, Jencen was looking for a good spot to enjoy a lazy afternoon. Dragons were not uncommon in his world, but very few were quite like him. In truth he was an engineered creature made entirely of nanite goo; it was by choice that he took any shape at all. But he felt very much at home as a friendly dragon, particularly one that was black and scaly with orange belly and fins and wings. So, that's how he tended to be. Idle hands twisted the metal bracelets at his wrists, and similar ones sat around his ankles; a matching collar completed the look. Occasionally he would be convinced to stay stuck in one shape or another by use of these electronic restraints, and today was one of those days. Being stuck and in someone else's control did give him a little mental itch he couldn't quite scratch, but it was always worth it in the end. Jencen suddenly ran out of ground and looked out over a narrow valley, his paws crunching on twigs and leaves as the forest continued downwards and a little stream trickled down below. He'd been off the path for about an hour, just looking for somewhere nice and quiet. Something shiny sparkled and glittered below the tops of the trees, and this caught his attention; the curious goo did like his shinies. Lifting wings, a couple of firm beats sent him skyward, and he glided down. The forest darkened as he descended through the canopy. As he got closer to the shiny it became easier to see; it was quite strange to see the thick, shiny strings of light weaving and tangling from one tree to the next. At first there were a few, but suddenly there were many more, crossing in all directions. Jencen didn't quite grasp the importance of this until the web was upon him, by which point it was too late to stop himself; he crashed through two layers of silk and was successfully stopped by a third. The dragon looked down. Clingy, shiny webbing had wrapped itself around his legs and wings, and yet more of it rested against his body. Jencen pulled his limbs and wiggled his body but it was of no use; he was quite stuck, and the thick silk held him about ten feet off the ground, his view of the world now upside down. The web was huge, with layers upon layers of crazy netting; he couldn't even see where the edges were through the trees. Up close it was very pretty and shiny, and he might have followed its patterns for hours - until he heard a strange clicky chittery noise, and felt something pulling against the silk strands around him. Realisation sent a chill up the dragon's spine; for a web of this size, how big must the spider be? Not that large, it turned out. Thin legs scampered nimbly over the blanket of webbing, scurrying up towards the newly caught dragon. The head and body looked more like a ferret; black and white and cream and yellow, with a furry rounded face and small twitchy ears and delicate whiskers. Big golden eyes shone vividly, two big ones and six little ones. The creature he'd never seen before was a strange cross between an anthro ferret and a spider, perhaps seven feet long from head to tail. Pedipalps sat either side of its head like hair, six thin arms above two slightly thicker legs. A plump abdomen tail waved behind it, trailing silk as it lay new webbing to replace what Jencen had broken. He'd heard about sightings of spidook, these large spider-ferrets, but he hadn't expected ever to see one! It looked like it should be able to speak, and it certainly tried to; however, the chitters and squeaks meant nothing to the dragon. Personal space didn't seem to matter to it, as that ferrety nose slid up Jencen's tail and over his back, sniffing and exploring up behind his fins. The furry spider belly pressed against his scales, arms holding tight, and the dragon instinctively tried to change into goo and pull free. But, his restraints made that impossible; he simply couldn't escape! Actually, the spidook hadn't seen a dragon before, and it was interested to see what one was like. That curious ferret nose poked around the dragon's tail, and up to his head. It flinched as Jencen began to shout for help, and instinct took over; the spidook's sticky tail tip began to wind silk round and round the dragon's head, sticking and muzzling and muffling him until the noise thankfully stopped. The thick silk clung tightly, although he could still breathe it was a bit tougher and he'd have to work harder for it. As the spidook became more content with how captured its captive was, so did his curiosity deepen. Jencen wriggled and squeaked as the furry creature tickled his paws, and in response he was muffled by its big tail. Rich scents drifted into the air as it held close to his face, a strange and heady mix of fresh silk and musky ferret. A wadge of silkstuff was dabbed upon the dragon's nose, full of an intensity that drove away tension and caused his limbs to relax. Some mischief of pheromones and smell was at work, an instinctive power to pacify anyone trapped in webbing. Whiskers tickled as Jencen felt himself nibbled. Oh no, was he going to be lunch? Spidook clung to the dragon with those nimble arms, pressing him against the web with its warm fuzzy body, nuzzling along his sides and down his belly as it began to explore deeper and more explicit places. It was difficult for Jencen to feel this being a problem, since the closeness was nice and the sweet scents were pushing into his mind, spreading a sense of calm. Spider paws wrapped around his body, kneading and teasing with so many gentle touches that made the dragon coo and shudder. Ferret scent drifted into the air, the spidook revealed as male from the deep musk and the stiff mustelid poke that brushed on Jencen's cheeks. A raspy tongue started to explore his sheath-slit, and that sorted out any inhibitions he had left. He'd been forced into it, hadn't he? In his haze of scent and feeling he wasn't quite sure any more. The spidook creature didn't seem unwilling, his little ferret's tongue coaxing out the dragoo's own shaft without hesitation. Yet he definitely knew what he was doing, from the way he grinned fangily, and the way his own prod twitched and his own musk grew and grew; so many scents in Jencen's nose, thick musk and heady silk scent and even the light touch of pre. It was too much, together with being stuck in place it was better than any venom the creature might have issued. Spidook couldn't fit all of the dragon's cock inside his twitchy muzzle, but he did what he could with his tongue and lips. Jencen's tongue rolled out as well, not getting very far against the restrictive webbing that held his face and head, his wings and his body. The dragon still had to work for his air, huffing and gasping and whining softly in breaths, his eyes rolling as the spidook suckled and nipped and teased him so. That long tongue played over his warm knot and the edges of his sheath-slit, his abdomen tail brushing its furry self close to Jencen's head as the clingy spider-ferret grinded his stiff, drippy poke against his captive. It had been a long while since he had anyone caught like this, and between his needs and the satisfaction of how completely he'd taken this dragon, he came to climax with a squeaky chirp, spilling spidook seed over him. It was almost as thick and sticky as silk, and his legs pulled close and tight as the web-weaver put his attention back towards Jencen. But the dragon wasn't going to last long, filled with scent and need and teased by tongue, and also kneaded and stroked by so many curious paws. As he wriggled in his webbed restraints, his wings pulled hard and broke free and he came quite suddenly into the waiting spidook mouth, one firm squirt after another. He couldn't drink it all up, but the creature tried his best, licking and cleaning as he wriggled his muzzle free. The spell of scent and musk and lust was beginning to wear thin, but even so Jencen was quiet drifting off to sleep in his comfy webbed hammock. --- When he woke, the goo-dragon was on the floor, against a tree beneath the giant web which seemed to have been rebuilt behind him. Some of the stringy silk clung to his body, but he was not stuck and he stood up quite freely. Jencen wasn't under any illusion that it had really happened, as soft and cloudy as his memories were, and yet the spidook was nowhere to be seen. It took him a while before he set back off at a walk, clambering back up the hill towards where he had first seen the sparkle of that spider's web. Sleepiness quickly left his mind as he got to walking. Such a strange encounter, but not an unpleasant one! The goo-dragon have to remember this route, it'd be fun to come back here again. Maybe next time he'd be able to change back to goo, that'd certainly give the creature a surprise...