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Metal and Gorthy

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Metal and Gorthy- Vore story

        Metal sighed, ruffling his wings behind him. Today was another fine day for the dragon, not too hot, not too cold. He looked out from his Cliffside cave, smiling as he watched over the forest. It wasn't much of a cave, literally just one room. He churred softly to himself, when a strange scent came to his nostrils.

smoke! he thought to himself, getting himself up off the ground. He turned to the east, spotting it, a small brush fire, starting to spread to the surrounding landscape. He shook his head, and took to the air, needing to get there, and protect his home!

He reached the source point, flying around the smoke. He spotted a Female dragon, laying weakly on her side, a single egg clutched to her cheek. There was a long gash... she was losing much blood. There were some mangled corpses nearby, burnt to the bone, suggesting she was attacked and forced to defend herself. Metal landed, looking around. He blew some fire in a way that his mother had taught him, back-burning the flame and choking both out. He went to the weak mother's side, and sniffed her.

She grunted, and sniffled when he touched her, shrinking away. It was obvious that she didn't have the strength to fight, and was afraid that some friends of the humans came to finish her off. He chirped softly at her, making her blink, before turning to face the other dragon. She whined, and looked at her egg, obviously in deep thought. She cried out as a new wave of blood left her womb, which Metal proceeded to sniff.

          that's a Mortal wound. the young dragon thought to himself. He looked at her in sorrow, to see her holding out the egg, balancing it on her paw. He blinked in confusion, holding out his paw in return. The Mother dragon dropped it into his paw, the look on her face just begging him to accept it, and take care of it. Metal bit his lip as he nodded, the mother sighing and laying her head down on the ground. The blood flow slowed and her chest finally stopped moving. Metal blinked back tears, and held the egg under his armpit, flying away to his cave. He'd give her body the normal time to be taken by scavengers, as per the code of the wild, before trying to give it a proper burial.

          A week had passed since that day. Metal had warmed the egg with his own body, taking it with him when he hunted, to prevent anything from happening to it. Today, Metal was doing his normal thing of curling around the egg, blushing when it wiggled a bit. He could only guess, but it must have been close to hatching.

          He couldn't have been closer to the truth. As he held the egg between his paws, lightly, thin cracks began to run over the surface of the eggshell. The young dragon blinked as this happened, watching this egg hatch in front of his eyes. The top broke off, and was tossed aside by a little black dragon, the size of a large dog. The little one chirped a bit, and looked up to Metal, before looking around the cave. Metal purred, and nuzzled the little one, licking it gently. With a light tug of his teeth, he pulled the hatchling out of its egg, and sat it on the ground. It was a young male, and it looked so cute. Metal tried to remember what his mother and father did when he first hatched. He only remembered a soft, warm, fleshy pouch, and wetness.

          Something about this young one awakened a parental instinct... he knew what that pouch was now. He bent down, licking the little hatchling, opening his maw for him. The young one chirped curiously, and put a paw on Metal's tongue. Metal purred, and used his tongue to pull the younger dragon into his jaws, lightly closing them behind him. He churred, resisting the urge to chew, lifting his head back and taking a large gulp. He heard the baby squeak as it started to slide down his throat.

          The new father couldn't help but rub his throat as the young one went down, vanishing into his chest. He felt the baby slip into his crop, and settle down before falling asleep. There, he would feed off of whatever Metal ate, staying there for half a year. Then he'd be let out, a strong young son for the Dragon, not knowing the fate of his real parents.
this is a Request by ~ahunternamedzirion.

no, i don't make it a habit of doing requests, but if you are a brand new user to dA, you can request one Free one from me. only one, if i find out you have been making alt accounts to get free stories, i will block all of your alts, and report you.

the mother dragon is a unknown Generic, and the baby is Gorthy. (copyright of the Requester)
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ikexplosion's avatar
Awesome! This sounds like the start of a beautiful series.
(Please make it a series)