Whew! Finnaly I'm done! That was exaughsting! I had to write fast because I only had a small time left on the computer. Don't you just hate it when you're trying to type and random people keep looking over your shoulder and asking what you're doing? Enough ranting, enjoy the story.

Chapter 4

Spyro roars in frustration while Cynder only giggles and shakes her head.

"You cheated somehow! I just know it! How could you defeat me! Arghh!" Spyro shoots a small flame and growls.

"You just suck, that's all." States Cynder happily.

"Raarghhh!!" Spyro hurls the chess board across the room and storms out of the room like a baby troll throwing a fit. Cynder calmly walks over to the tossed board game and picks it up in her mouth. She then places it in the corner along with a few others. From where she stands, Cynder can hear Spyro ranting to Sparx about how unfair the game was.

"I just don't get it Sparx, how could I lose?"

"Well this is just my guess, but, maybe you suck?" Cynder cringes as she hears another roar and the buzzing of tiny wings as Sparx tries to get away from Spyro. The only thing that she has ever not liked about Spyro, his short temper. Cynder walks over to her bed of pillows and lies down. Her mind is overfilled with hundreds of thoughts, all of them about Spyro. She smiles at the thought of his shape and slowly maneuvers her hand down her body and onto her crotch. A tingling feeling rushes through her.

"Damn you're sexy." Cynder whips her hand away from her lower region and straightens up, "No, don't get up! I'm sorry, it just came out." She finds Spyro at the doorway, examining her like a detective with a finger print.

"Will you join me?" Asks Cynder while opening her legs and inviting him with her hand. Spyro smiles at the sight of her slit, but remembers what he had promised his brother.

"Wait, hold that thought, and that position, I've got to run an errand for Sparx, it's compensation for his burned wing." Cynder looks at him sadly, but nods and flips over into a more comfortable position. Spyro turns around and takes a running start towards the balcony edge.

Cyril and Terrador wait around the fire as Volteer takes his turn, "I feel sorry for him, I hope our deposits don't get in Volteer's way." Jokes Terrador. Cyril struggles a laugh but is too busy enjoying the rush of blissfulness over taking him from the experience.

"Oh my god! That was freaking awesome!!" Shouts Volteer as he leaves the bushes. Latvia follows him with a not-so-happy expression. You see, Volteer never was very good at doing it. Latvia struggles as hard as she can, to not burst out laughing at how pathetic he was. There was one good part though, Volteer's electricity.

"So, are you all satisfied?" They nod, "Well then, if I am not needed anymore, I shall be on my way."

Terrador suddenly steps forward and stops her from leaving, "Come too the temple with us, please? We need a female adult around, not only for entertainment." Latvia smiles and considers it but shakes her head and tells them she has other business to attend to.

"Oh come on! We need help taking care of Spyro and Cynder. You probably don't have anything to do anyway." Urges Cyril. Latvia's eyes light up at the sound of Spyro's name. She suddenly becomes very eager to go. This makes Terrador suspicious, but he forgets it and just takes to the air.

Spyro lands in a shady market and takes a careful look around. Sparx said he needed a blomisian rib cutter, and a few bottles of liquid cement. Spyro has no idea why, but he'd do anything for his brother. After a very thorough examination of the surrounding area, Spyro heads off towards a tent marked blomisian wares.

"Hi, I was wondering if you have any rib cutters in stock?"

The fat blob of a creature looks up at Spyro and grunts before handing him a strange bladed device, "Do ya want a bag wit thad?" His accent is hard for Spyro to understand, but he catches on and nods. The thing lifts the handle of the bag and places it around Spyro's neck like a necklace, before grabbing the coins out of his open paw. Now for the liquid cement. Spyro is half way to the shop when a gang of tough-looking red dragons lands right in Spyro's way.

"Now where do you think you're going? This is our turf, reds only."

"I only wish to buy something, now let me pass." Says Spyro, trying to be patient.

"It doesn't matter freak, you're still trespassing."

"Just let me pass and I promise you'll never see me again."

The leader shakes his head and hisses, "I aint' lettin nobody pass, not even an ugly little purple dragon like you. Now fook off before, I rip your throat out."

Spyro walks up to the head boss and moves his head up beside the leader's to whisper something into his ear hole, "You don't know who you're messing with."

"Oh yeah? Who are you punk? And why should I be scared?"

"Name's Spyro, and this is why you should be scared." He flicks his paw up and catches the other dragon in the jaw. The boss red gos flying a few feet through the air before crashing into a pile of junk. The other gang members all scatter into the shadows and Spyro smiles triumphantly. He is so busy being proud of himself, that he doesn't notice the reds regrouping into a larger gang, almost a small army.

"I'd be running now if I were you." Says one of the reds who now stand in Spyro's path. This time Spyro doesn't argue and flies away, defeated. Usually, he would've killed them all, but how would that look or the legendary purple dragon? The bag around Spyro's neck bangs against his chest plates and eventually angers him. Spyro rips it off his neck and just carries it in his paw. Hopefully Sparx doesn't really need the cement, because Spyro isn't planning on going back there anytime soon. Thinking about Sparx, makes him think about Cynder. Just the thought of her lying in bed, all curled around herself, combined with the cold air rushing between his legs, makes Spyro grow a bit. He looks down and smiles, Cynder is going to be real happy when he gets home.

Latvia and Cyril fly side by side as he recounts his adventures. She is obviously bored to death, but keeps a serious face as not wanting to offend the guardian. Terrador exclaims cheerfully when he spies the temple in the distance and speeds up. The other three speed up too and they get there in no-time. Cyril lands last and follows the rest of them into the main hall where Latvia excitedly runs around enjoying herself.

"This place is huge!"

"Yes, it is, now will you please settle down? You might accidentally run into something." Orders Terrador.

"Ok, ummm, where's Spyro's bedroom?"

"Down this hall and too the left, Cynder sleeps with him now so you can have her old room. It's located one door down from Spyro's."

"So, will I be able to sleep tonight?" Asks Latvia with a sly tone.

"What do you me-? Oh! Heh heh, yes, the walls in here are quite thick. Even if, perchance they were trying something that involved making a lot of noise, you wouldn't be able to hear them."

"Ok then, goodnight." And with that, she hurries down the hall towards her room.

Author note:

Well that was chapter 4! I hope you enjoyed it and are compelled to review again! Oh, and don't worry about reviewing multiple times, it doesn't matter to me. As you can see, the story is starting to have some more graphic parts in it, beware, it might suddenly have a burst of pr0nz! If you want to, you could suggest what should happen next, I'm open for new ideas. If you do suggest and want your name on here somewhere, just tell me and I'll be glad to give you recognition. Anyways, I hope you liked chapter 4, remember, reviews make my fingers move faster.