AUTHOR'S NOTE, skip bold for story:
Like the Phoenix, I once again arise from the ashes... again, after an immense lack of updates. Meh, in almost the same day as last year, I finally got to updating something, but I wanted to take a much, much different turn than last year. By how a few friends of mine have influenced me, I have given the lemon concept a try. Except, it'd be interesting to instill some meaning rather than the average one, and make it into a simple, romantic story with more personality. Just to divert a little from the other lemons concentrating on only... That action between a couple. A bit of a late Valentine's Day special (yeah, I'm late, sue me).
I believe Ember gets discredited quite often, even degraded as pathetic and useless by parts of the Spyro community. I do support Ember, since she's similar to Amy Rose in Sonic the Hedgehog. but evolves a bit in Shadow Legacy (albeit small, but quite special). Cynder is still high in my book, but the pink dragoness doesn't exactly receive the justice she deserves.
As a lemon, expect those scenes, one per chapter, as a forewarning. Don't like it, TURN. BACK. NOW. I'm not responsible if you're underage or some kid finds this, then sees said unsuitable material. If it happens - oops, but beyond my control - or it might be you... which doesn't faze me one bit.
Anyway, sit back, and enjoy. I might get to posting more regularly... but don't hold me up to that. (I might post again in another year, considering my luck and how much of a joke my update schedule is \/0-o\/ )
Chapter 1: Pink Obscurity
The skies were dark with stars dotting the midnight. The chirping of both insects and the whispers of the wind whirred around the Spring air. Not the slightest peep disturbed the atmosphere. The stony houses and huts of dragons dimmed faintly or flicked the lights off as each one slept in the quiet fields of Artisans. Not a single dragon out basking under the quiet midnight, sleeping peacefully for the coming rise of sunshine.
On the contrary, a lone dragon wandered off under moonlight's blanket. She appeared adolescent and young, not fresh as a hatchling but not near adulthood. A gold necklace cradled around her neck, clinging a brilliant and red ruby gemstone. Her head drooped to the ground as she walked ahead. The tips of her horns aimed to the skies in both deep thought and melancholy. Her tailed slumped against the ground, reluctant to follow as she dragged herself forward.
By the edge of a forest, the dragoness sighed, and rested her back and rump against a towering torch. "Oh Ember; what makes it so hard for Spyro to ever notice you?" she rhetorically pondered. Her grounded eyes glanced over each stellar spotlight, imagining her beloved and heroic purple dragon. The last memory in her mind replayed when he shattered the purple dark gem beside her.
"Look at this Dark Gem, it's pulsating with evilness. Still it would look nice on an engagement ring, don't you think, Spyro?...
"Don't take that bridge to the swamp, Spyro. If you do, I might never see you again," she pleaded. Her crush glanced towards her with a disgusted, childish expression.
The purple dragon contorted his face in thought, hoping to dismiss her with a good excuse. "Uh, I still have to stop Red, the ex-elder, remember?" he bluntly responded. The dragon scratched a one yellow horn of the pair on his head, and peered towards the bridge a good distance away from her. Before the dragoness could respond, he interjected, "Gotta go now," and then charged onwards on the stony bridge with haste. The hazy dust of the vile crystal he smashed before their conversation scattered from his dash, leaving a sparkling, shrouded view of Spyro.
Ember sat on her haunches, feeling once again upset how her crush left again like always. After the purple dragon quelled the deluded elder's wrath, she'd see him play around and focus on his own business, not even paying a hint of attention nor interest to her presence when she'd pass by or stop to greet him. Other instances ensued and Spyro was called to action, leaving her in the dust. A repeating cycle as time eroded away. The unloved pink dragoness lowered herself on her belly, and tried to suppress a single, bitter tear from her eye.
The constant rejection forced a weak, weary breath from her maw. "I guess it's normal for me." she deduced in defeat. "I don't consider myself ugly, but nowhere near charming as most other dragonesses he'd probably rank higher than me." A claw from her foresaw rose to leisurely trace the stars of the constellations and stellar objects she recognized from school. Back then, a keen, growing passion in the skies and stars kept her out at nights. Although, her endearment of the local hero disrupted the cycle recently, preventing any relaxation and interest. Instead, it replaced each passing night with loneliness and unfulfilled affection.
"Pegasus…Sirius..." An intricate pattern of stars aligned in the sky. The drawing popped out with a booming, blue brilliance within her sight. "Draco?…"
The pink dragoness thought aloud and pushed herself high on her back in curiosity. "That's a new one!" Ember yelped in surprise, pointing towards a constellation resembling another dragon. Her claw fervently outlined the pattern to further focus on the azure lights. A yawn escaped from her mouth, as a different image of a dragon formed before her eyes. "…Spyro…" A smile initially cracked on her maw, yet concaved into a frown recalling the purple hero's rejection. Normally she'd break into tears, yet each night she spent thinking of her lonely love life, the emptiness numbed her pain. "Why do you have to desert me, and treat me no better than a speck of dust?" she called out to the skies in anger and disappointment, hoping for an answer to come by.
The heavens remained silent of her sudden emotions. A twig cracked with an echo in the distance, jolting her in defense. "Who's there?" the dragoness squeaked, breathing heavily. Did I overdo it a bit? she reflected from her words lashing the natural silence. Nothing. In her mind, she at least hoped it'd be Spyro or a familiar face outside. Rarely was she hesitant to wander off from home at night – even during mating season in the Spring. Ember replayed again the countless caveats from her cautious parents. Each one was a long-winded lecture to stay home more often or stick with friends in case another dragon advances on her. Yet not a single male came remotely close to seduction nor anything more than a mere greeting.
Figures. No one would want me, not even for their selfish pleasure being vulnerable, she disdainfully thought. Still shaken by their wise warning and consequences if she ignored them, Ember decided to pass by more torches until none remained to mark the land. Instead of being out in the open and in event of being vulnerable, she passed by the crackling and burning signpost torches. The protective brush of the damp foliage kissed her scales and pinkish-white wings, comforting her.
Within the center, a small river bended around the land. The near mute melody of the water's flow accompanied the night to ease the dragoness. The same old song and dance she continually repeated, trying to get her head off Spyro since a month ago in the cycle. If he doesn't care for me before, why would he care now?, she further questioned, hiding behind a ring of bushes. The previous fantasies slowly rang in her thoughts again, each image of Spyro near her and enjoying her company. Ember dreamily smiled at each simple thought with him, from playing games to relaxing together.
She sighed again, trying to dismiss her daydreams with the purple dragon. Next she reflected on each period of Spyro's absence: an empty solace filled each day, as she tended to ignore other dragons to focus on her hero. Back then, several male dragons held a keen interest in the pensive pink dragoness. Recently, they all slowly lowered in number, gravitating towards other female dragons who reciprocated a more fond interest better than her. A familiar fire dragon always reminded her how Spyro was too busy, and should be more open to others who care. Each mention Ember would disregard his kind advice or refute that during a game of tailball with others or even when simply hanging out.
That constant dismissal cost her multiple invitations of a possible relationship over the years. Instead, she dreamily pictured herself with the purple dragon and only him. Only once did she try to engage in a relationship with another. While her purple hero wasn't the one, it was as blissful as she imagined love to be. Only shortly her living fantasy melted away by reality's cold breath, reducing her aspirations with finding the perfect somebody or even Spyro.
And I may always regret any chance similar to that, she still pondered to that day. I'm convinced no mate would ever care for me, and I can't bring myself to love so easily again… The lonely dragoness shook her head to forget, and laid on her underbelly. The humid grass welcomed her as the water droplets licked her scales. Her tail swayed in the air to think with a single question in mind: What's next? After her error to cling to her hero and a disaster she hoped to simply forget, a her cheery smile committed to a false facade to others in public. "What's the use if no one notices," she concluded, "At this point, no one else cares for me that deeply, nor can there someone special who does and actually remains loyal and honest…"
A brief image of Spyro flickered in her mind. Under a sunny sky was a wind-swept field of flowers where they resided. The purple dragon got up, and approached closer to her as Ember laid on her back. The hero closed his eyes, and osculated his maw against hers quietly. It lasted for half a minute, and then flashed as she nodded and propped herself on all fours to stand.
The purple dragon hoisted himself up from behind, and mounted atop of her, licking her neck. The two smiled in each other's gazes as he brushed his paws against her neck tenderly with no words.
Once she nodded, the thought faded away as quick as it had appeared. The dragoness breathed deeper and blushed lightly as she placed a forepaw on her warm cheek. The coolness of the ground's water heated on her scales, as she looked down at herself. It's only been since this season started that I… did 'that' with myself. Back when I thought of him so passionately alone, she thought, and carefully observed her surroundings for any others to catch her. The contemplation allured her more and more after each sequence.
"I guess it's safe, not like anyone could be out this late." she assumed while scanning the area meticulously. "And definitely not Spyro as he's out doing his hero stuff." the dragoness thought aloud with a huff of agitation. Ember raised her forepaw on her chest, and pressed it with a gentle, circular motion. The blinds of her eyelids shut away the outside window of reality away for a brief moment, and she respirated calmly. The peaceful night ameliorated her earlier woes and losses with a peaceful quietness and hidden security from others.
Her paw still pressed as it descended lower, reaching the area between her hind legs. A very slight bump was felt, slowly opening into a rift to expose her rose, pinkish dragoness folds. Ember moaned quietly, and prodded a claw into her lewd opening. Wiggling it around, she enjoyed the pleasure, feeling her juices stick to her paw.
"Ah… Mmmhmm, I really, really needed this to relax." she gasped from the self-seducing intensity. Ember inserted a claw within her folds, feeling her cervix squeeze as it entered. The claw penetrated an inch or two back and forth, rendering a squeak in lust by the dragoness. The sloshing and slippery noises her folds expelled seemed louder than expected as she huffed in enjoyment. The body temperature pleasantly escalated in each thrust of her talon. More fluid and moans escaped as she continued, submitting to the heat of the season which begun to control her movements.
The overwhelming bliss tossed the dragoness forward, and retreated her claw from inside her fleshy folds. Instead, her whole forepaw ensued to rub against her vulva. The golden pads of her paw tickled her clitoris, further increasing the tension building inside her to a limit.
"Ah… Ah… Oooohhh…!" her moans quickened. Her hind legs bucked a few times as her folds leaked to form an expanding, tiny puddle of liquid. Several squirts escaped from her lower region as well as the fluid trickling like streams from her pink on her legs. The dragoness faced ahead with her chin on the ground. Her hasty breath relaxed from her contentment. Ember raised her paw towards her snout; her own clear climax drenched it by the pads to the claws. It carried a slightly musky scent as she whiffed it inches away.
"Hmm, what's this?" she huffed, catching her breath slowly, "Not yellowish nor grey and clear like urine? I only read vaguely of this being different when it comes to arousal with a mate." Her curious tongue lapped up the watery and unknown liquid. A smile came from Ember's maw, sampling the intriguing taste. "It has a nice tangy sweetness, kinda like nectar." she examined with a smile, still feeling warm from her release. Her genital slit slowly reformed the scales to hide her folds once her lust diminished from her solitary excitement. Yet her groin continued to drip slightly with the sweet scent.
The dragoness looked down with a slight grimace. She craved more the attention and endearment of a friend, not exactly the enjoyment she just did. "No amount of pleasure is going to make me feel any better for long, even if it was for 'fun' with some dragon." she pouted, and laid on her back, staring to the stars. The heat reduced back into dormancy, yet wasn't enough to satisfy as she remained silent. Ember closed her eyes and took a deep breath, laying alone in the solace of the twilight. Normally she'd cry, except all the misfortunes and troubles in her life stirred wildly in her thoughts.
"As much as I'd love to cry so hard all alone and let it all out... I just can't as easily anymore." she muttered in a melancholy tone. No more tears could be shed.
Then, a crunching sounded a short distance from her. The dragoness emitted a brief gasp, and flipped herself up. Whatever it was approached slightly closer and closer. Ember's eyes traced along the branches and bushes to pinpoint the source. Stay calm, Ember. Don't hesitate to run. She gulped, hoping for the very least it would be a friendly face. If not, running away from whoever or whatever it is was an enticing thought. The dragoness licked her mouth, and ignited her mouth quite a mild, bright flare, ready to defend herself if it was hostile.
Oddly, it slowed as more and more as it was close and cautious. Or ready to attack, just who or what is it now at a time like this? she apprehensively thought, and opened her mouth. A flame charred within her maw to prepare for what was coming forth.
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