The Scapegoat: Chapter 1
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It had been a long trek through the unforgiving desert sand, but hope was quite literally on the horizon. Beyond the whipping tan dust was a city that was said to be the greatest in the world. It was a grand, sprawling thing with tall buildings and a bustling market that housed goods from every corner of the world.
It was this city that Anki now found himself heading towards with unmatched determination. Seeming to have appeared out of the abyss itself, the small bodied goat trudged over dunes in defiance of the oppressive heat. Scarves and various articles of clothing kept the sand from stripping him to the bone or blinding him. Only when he got closer to the city did the aggressive gusts finally die away as if blocked by the invisible hand of God.
Anki grinned to himself at the thought but quickly wiped it from his visage as he came closer to the city gate and the guards that manned it. Once in cover, he drew down the cloth that covered his nose and jaw to address the towering wolf that purposely came to stand in his way.
“I have an order from the king, I am expected,” Anki said in a voice that sounded like a young girl's and stuffed a small hand into one of the many packs that hung over his body. He withdrew a folded piece of parchment and offered it to the towering, stoic lupine.
The guard took it and drew it open. The king's golden wax seal stared back at him along with a well-crafted letter requesting the revered goat's assistance in ridding the city of the many sins that plagued it.
He didn't have to read it though; rumors of the goat's arrival had been spoken of for weeks and his superiors had been quite explicit that anyone on duty needed to keep a keen eye out for the honorable guest. Even though relief flooded him, the wolf didn't let it show. He simply folded the parchment, handed it back, and then waved for the goat to follow him in.
Near the center of the city in the seventh floor of one of the nicest buildings Anki had ever seen, he was shown to his luxury apartment by an ecstatic attendant.
“I surely hope the accommodations are to your liking,” the man said, an aged red panda covered in fine robes that dragged on the floor wherever he walked.
Anki had been silent ever since he was shown in and handed off to a series of ever increasingly important people up until this point. The king's letter did all the talking for him and it appeared to be louder than a full amphitheater.
The small goat meandered into the apartment and looked around. It was a rather large space with furnishings greater than he had ever seen before, and he had been at this line of work for quite some time. As such he was used to staying in some of the most luxurious places that the cities could provide, but this was by far the best.
Ornate couches huddled around an expertly crafted table packed high with fresh fruit and vegetables. Flourishing plants in flawless pots dotted the space near the opposite wall of the couches with beautiful lamps set among them. At the far end of the room was an adjoined bedroom with a massive, circular bed the likes of which he had never seen in his whole life. Even the pillows that clustered its far edge were of a mesmerizing make that looked as soft as clouds.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” Anki said after a few moments of silence as he took in the entire scene. The red panda sighed with such relief that the goat wondered if his life was on the line if things weren't up to Anki's expectations.
“Good! Good. I'll leave you to settle in then. If you wish I can place a guard outside your door to keep your guests from interrupting you while you get comfortable,” the red panda offered.
“That won't be necessary,” Anki replied as he began pulling away his scarves and letting his bags fall to the apartment's floor. “Now that I am here there is much work to be done if the king wishes this city to be purged. I can feel the sin clinging to every fixture and wall.”
“Ah, very good then,” the red panda said and bowed briefly before turning and rushing from the apartment. Anki waited until the double doors had fully closed before he giggled and stripped out of the rest of his clothes.
To perhaps no one's surprise, Anki appeared as much like a girl as he sounded, at least from behind. He had a thin frame and was quite short, some might even say child-like, though he was a full-grown adult. He didn't care how the mess he just created looked, all he wanted was to be naked and comfortable.
With nothing left to shed save for his favorite scarf that stayed around his neck, the nearly bare goat trotted over to the bedroom and gazed around at the pillows and plush blankets. To his surprise, there was a gift laid out across its surface that he hadn't quite picked up on when he first surveyed the space.
Upon peering closer, he realized that it was a silk shirt and pair of pants that were thin enough to be somewhat see through. He picked both articles up and pinched the fabric between his fingers and was immediately enamored with how soft they were. He pulled the shirt over his head and sighed contently at its feel against his fur. It was unlike anything he had ever worn before.
The goat was so wrapped up in the moment that he didn't hear the doors of his apartment come open and the subsequent approach of a tall lion. Only when he was midway into the apartment did the guess spot the feminine male and clear his throat to catch Anki's attention.
The goat spun around immediately, clutching the bottoms to his chest defensibly. The two locked eyes and the lion smiled apologetically before speaking. “I hope I'm not intruding, the advisor said that you were ready to begin receiving confessions and that I could come in.”
Now that the initial shock wore off and Anki was able to have a proper look at the newcomer, he realized what he was and smiled warmly. The lion was dressed in fine clothing that seemed to be quite prevalent in the city. Polished jewelry and colorful beads hung from his neck, adorned his arms, and pierced his ears. If the goat had to guess, he was a merchant that dabbled in such luxury items.
“Oh, not at all. Yes, I suppose I am indeed ready. You may approach,” Anki said as he turned to the bed and tossed the bottoms across it to the far end. He wasn't going to need them for a little while.
“Thank you, you are so kind,” the lion mumbled as he came forward. “I have come baring gifts; I understand that it's customary to do so.”
“You've heard right,” Anki confirmed and turned around to face the lion again before jumping backwards to sit on the edge of the bed. He sank into the blankets and realized that his first night in this apartment might be the most well rested one of his whole life.
The lion beamed excitedly and dug into collar of his shirt and withdrew a large purse that the goat was surprised to not have noticed the indent of. He untied its top and came closer while drawing it open. Within was a rainbow assortment of fine beads and shiny trinkets, all of which were threaded through to make necklaces, bracelets, and many other fancy adornments not unlike what the lion wore at that moment.
“Oh my,” Anki breathed in awe as he accepted the purse and pulled from its contents a large necklace that was right on top. The beads appeared to be made out of polished stone with fine silver and gold rings holding them in place on the woven twine that ran through their centers. “They are beautiful!”
The lion's smile grew even wider and he clapped his paws. “I'm so glad you like them! They are some of the finest pieces of my shop. I reserved them specifically for you.”
“You are quite generous, and your gift is accepted,” Anki said with an assuring nod before he placed the necklace back in the pouch, cinched the drawstring, and then gingerly set the whole thing on the floor beneath his feet. “Please disrobe.”
The lion nodded and began to quickly do so. As he pulled away the articles of clothing and jewelry around his body, Anki reached within the scarf around his neck and took out a small vial from a secret pocket. From there, he simple waited until his guest was entirely naked.
The lion dropped his last garment on the floor and then looked to the goat expectantly. Upon seeing the vial, he hesitated somewhat and cocked his head.
“Oh, don't you worry about this. It's something to help us get started,” Anki said and then looked down at the lion's manhood. It laid limp against his sack, a decent size for his species. “Please come closer so that I may show you.”
The lion did as he was asked and closed the gap between them. Once he was within arm's reach, Anki pulled the small cork from the vial and poured a few drops onto his palm. He lathered the clear fluid amid his fingers and then placed his hand against his guest's cock. The merchant just stood there as the goat lathered this strange concoction over his length, and within seconds an interesting sensation began to take over.
Warmth rapidly enveloped his shaft and blood surged into his flesh immediately. He gasped as pleasure soon followed and his dick swelled to a full stand in just a few seconds. In the same amount of time, desperate lust took over his thoughts as he wanted to do nothing more than fuck the first thing he could get his paws on, which just so happened to be the cute goat in front of him.
“Ah, perfect,” Anki breathed as he gently stroked the throbbing cock from base to tip, making sure to really lather in the strange oily mixture. He worked his hand faster and faster, the sloppy, wet sound that emanated from the motion filled the room alongside the lion's rumbling groans.
“How does it feel?” the goat asked and looked up at his guest with a hungry gaze of his own.
“It feels amazing,” the lion growled with clenched eyes. He wobbled slightly on his feet and leaned into the stroking hand, even bucking against Anki's palm.
“Perfect. Looks like we're ready to begin,” the goat said as he wiped a bead of precum from the tip and then stuck into his mouth. He suckled clean the male's essence mixed with the oil and was reminded how potent the lubrication was as his mind clouded with a deep need to be filled.
Anki turned over onto his knees and crawled farther onto the bed until he was situated right in the middle of the fixture. He splayed his knees and lifted his little tail as high as it would go while reaching back with his oiled fingers. He sank two of them into his tailhole and moaned as the pressure reminded him of how tight he truly was.
It had been a while since he got fucked and he anticipated this was going to be a rather ravenous affair. Luckily the aphrodisiac qualities of his concoction were already building fast and before long his fingers weren't enough.
One look over his shoulder revealed the lion to be patiently waiting to be given any indication to approach again. His cock throbbed and his body twitched with need. Thin lines of drool ran down his chin as he seemed to be captivated by the display in front of him like a predator stalking a meal after going days without food.
“I await you, sir,” Anki said as his grasped the side of his asscheek and pulled it open. His wet, pink tailhole gave a wink and relaxed to show the dark depths within.
The lion leaped onto the bed and scrambled up to the goat, his breathing coming in deep, ragged pants. He came to kneel right behind the feminine male and shoved his cock between those cute cheeks and ground hard against the pucker there. His strong paws fell to the other's hips in a firm grasp of control before he drew himself back and rammed his cock into the wanting hole.
Anki let out a startled bleat that became an excited moan. The lion's cock sank balls deep in one motion, pushing the oil farther than the goat's fingers could ever hope to reach. There wasn't even a pause to let him get used to the size, the merchant just began pounding away like Anki was a woman to be bred.
Anki reveled in the sensation of his hole being used so aggressively. The way the lion's cock slammed within had its tip grinding against his prostate and sending intense jolts through his belly that were amplified by the lingering oil. The pleasure that wound through him had his own small cock hardening between his thighs, going untouched as it reached rigidity.
High pitched cries of bliss escaped the goat as he pushed back to meet the powerful thrusts from his lover. A loud smack resounded from every impact, coming at such a pace that it sounded like an enthusiastic audience was cheering the two on.
After a few minutes of the fervent bucking and the intensity of sensations grew to a consistent peak, Anki decided it was time for him to fulfill the purpose for why he was there. After being down on his hands and knees for the majority of the session, he suddenly pushed himself up and drove his back against the lion's chest. He reached up and pushed his hands into the thick mane to grasp fistfuls of fur so that he may stay upright while enduring the rapid motions.
“S-sir, don't forget why you are here,” Anki said, each word drawing out at the end of a moan. “You must unburden yourself of sins.”
The lion grunted hard as the words seeped into his bliss addled mind and he realized with a start that he hadn't confessed anything yet. He slowed himself and composed his thoughts before replying.
“Y-you're right, my apologies,” he mumbled and shook his head somewhat. “Agh, I... I am a fraud. I have built my trade on the backs of a thousand lies.”
Anki made sure to gaze up at his guest's face as he continued, playing the part of the vessel that was to hold all of these ensuing confessions.
“These beads and jewelry, they are all fake. The stones that compose them are easily found in the mountains and from traders far to the East,” he cried out, part in anguish and part in pleasure as he continued. “I buy them so cheaply then craft them into my assortments and sell them at ten times what I have in. No one knows but they are so captivated by the colors that they never question it.”
Anki couldn't help but giggle and push back onto the lion's rutting lap while he listened. It was always so entertaining to hear wealthy people talk about ripping off other wealthy people like this, who in turn likely did the same to their own clientele. This one in particular might have even been subject to many of their own similarly fraudulent practices and never have known it. This thought had the goat grinning from ear to ear.
“Not even my own wife knows of these fakes,” the lion continued on, oblivious of the goat's amused expression. “Every birthday and anniversary I present her with a lavish set of my wares. Sh-she doesn't even know that they aren't even my most elaborate or expensive sets.”
The lion let out a guttural roar as the pleasure spiked in intensity. Anki's insides tightened and relaxed around his throbbing girth in concert with his movements. It was a cultivated milking technique that never failed to get the guest to cum nice and fast, and this one seemed to be no different.
“Ahhh fuck!” The lion huffed and shook his head to help compose his thoughts. “And worst of all is how terribly funny I find it. I've come from a family that was not wealthy at all and I've hated those same merchants that flock to my shop so that they might garner my fine trinkets. I even refuse to sell them some sets and claim scarcity. Their eyes nearly pop from their skulls when I say that and they practically throw their coin at me.”
Anki could relate somewhat to that confession as he experienced it much himself. When a city's sin was high there was no shortage of people that clamored to be forgiven, which meant his demand was high. And when demand was high, so too was the price, and nothing rose prices like the goat refusing to accept confessions to bottleneck the tide of worried sinners. When that happened, he was able to garner kings and lords alike to come to his apartments.
“I fear I may have become addicted to separating these gullible fools from their gold. Sometimes I fear that I will be found out and be killed or my wife to leave me but I honestly don't know if I'd care! She's so insufferable that I almost want to tell her that the colorful beads that she shows off to her friends are as fake as she is.” The lion growled again and reached up to grasp the top of the goat's head right between his small horns.
Without warning he shoved Anki back down to his hands and knees, which he happily complied with. Every powerful thrust forward had the goat's small cock swaying around and smacking against his belly. Each swing that it made caused precum to dribble free and spatter the bedding between his thighs.
In a similar fashion, the lion's precum was spilling at a greater volume and his growls were getting louder. Mixed well with Anki's high pitched cries of bliss and anyone that might have been listening could have mistaken him being tortured.
Luckily for them both, it was just the opposite.
“A-any m-more c-confessions, s-sir?” Anki whimpered out as the aggressive thrusting struck a greater pace and force. If not for the lion holding onto his sides, the goat would have been thrown off some time ago.
The lion either didn't hear the question or he was done confessing. Regardless, the pleasure between them grew substantially and before long it reached such a height that neither could think of anything else besides their shared climax.
Anki's small cock flexed desperately between his legs, the frequent tapping of it against his belly the only meager touch that it received. If not for the fervent grinding against his prostate he wouldn't have begun to spill his cum in that moment. Those gooey droplets of jizz spurted with each swing of his member and were flicked across his bedding. His ecstatic cry tore free in that same moment as the nerves through his pelvis lit up like a lightning storm.
The goat's body clenched down on the lion's dick as he bore back into the thrusting in an attempt to draw as much pleasure as possible. The intense orgasm seemed infectious, as the roiling ball of pleasure that resided between the lion's thighs rocketed up his member.
In a guttural roar that had the large cat's sharp teeth bared, he pulled back on the smaller male's body while thrusting forward with all his strength. Thick, fast flowing jizz painted Anki's depths and brought with it a wave of warmth. Thunderous bucks gradually followed, each time causing a fresh gush of his seed to empty into the awaiting goat.
Anki shook and shivered as he felt himself get filled. He loved the blissful sensation of being a receptacle for such a burden, both physical and emotional. Eventually the lion's strength waned and he was released, but before then he basked in the afterglow for a few more seconds.
With an exhausted, satisfied sigh, the lion withdrew himself from the goat and settled back on his haunches. Anki flopped forward onto his chest, inadvertently lying on his own cum, and gingerly rolled onto his side. He could feel the newly accepted seed spilling from his well-used hole, as much as he tried to keep it all inside, a small rivulet of white ran down the curve of his buttcheek.
“Is...is that it?” the lion asked through heavy pants.
“That's it, sir,” Anki replied with a giggle and wink as he looked up into the other's eyes. “Your sins are now mine to have until I depart. Revel in the clarity of your spirit.” His tone was joyful and he waved his hand about to emphasize his words.
A broad smile came over the lion's face in that moment and he took a deep breath. “Yes, I can feel it. Thank you so much, I don't know how I can thank you enough.”
“Simply seeing the result of my work is enough for me,” the goat said pleasantly.
“Then...am I dismissed?” the lion asked.
“You may take your leave as quickly as you wish,” Anki confirmed.
The lion slowly nodded his head and then eased backwards off the bed. He collected his belongings and dressed himself quickly to be as presentable as he was when he first arrived. Then giving the goat one last look and smile, he turned and left the apartment.
Anki waited until his guest was fully out and the door was closed before he began moving again. He rolled up to his knees and then scrambled off the bed to approach the purse that held the lion's gift. He took it in his arms and hefted it onto the bed before opening and peering inside.
The colorful stones and trinkets stared back at him, and he stuck his hand in to take out the necklace he had first admired. With the lion's confessions still fresh in his mind, he looked closely at the colorful stones and the meticulously set metal rings that bound each one.
After a few moments of his fervent inspection, he eventually placed it back in the purse and then picked around at the other pieces within. Anki was no craftsman or stonesmith, but even he could tell from a more thorough review of the pieces that they certainly weren't at such a rarity that would necessitate a high price. In fact, he recalled seeing some of the light blue stones adorn the windows of taverns back in his home city.
He let out a soft sigh of disappointment and then held the purse off the side of the bed before dropping it to the floor, much less carefully this time. Though they were certainly quite pretty and polished to a luster that betrayed their real value, they were barely even a good gift.
Oh well, he thought to himself and dropped to his back amid the plush blankets, sinking into them as he gazed up at the ceiling. He hoped whoever was his next client would bring a more substantial offering and much more entertaining confessions.
