Stone Hill, Artisan Realm, Dragon Kingdom
Resting on the weathered grain of a flat plank of lumber, leg crossed and bent knees supporting a ream of parchment, Elora listened to the passing of a cool and leisurely morning breeze, carrying notes of birdsong as it sifted through hair and fur alike. Writing any and all thoughts that came to mind, the black feather in her grasp swayed, its segmented vanes undulating from her dexterous drags as precise and permanent runes were burnt into the sheet. Perking from the light laugh of a young male voice, blown nearer by the lazy wind that brushed well-trod stalks of grass against her hoof, she rose from the page to the large stone-bordered fire pit just ahead. Silent and cold, aside from a trio of reptilian occupants moving around within it, her vision alighted upon the swaying tail of Spyro, standing wrist-deep in well-disturbed grey ash. Facing two tiny dragons of differing pastel colors, both of them actively digging around and shoving piles of the powder and spent detritus together, the older purple sibling inspected their construction and excavation with small turns and tilts of his horns.
Fondly studying his peaceful and patient demeanor, Elora then looked elsewhere around the nearly-vacant area, spotting rotund and relaxed profiles of slumbering elder dragons scattered near and far in various places of reposing. Returning to the rippling off-white sheet in her lap, rolling the shaft of the warm quill in her grasp, her ear lifted from another swirl of coastal air, bringing her eyes along to congregations of migrating clouds above. Seeing the passing of several avians, relocating to new perches and gliding along the invisible flows, Elora's vision then sank to the orange and gold surfaces of Spyro's wings, swaying slightly in retraction.
Its strange to think some people fear these creatures... When they're all so peaceful, and magical, and just happy to do things, and learn stuff, and enjoy living. Its not like they're all that different from the rest of us in these worlds. They have their own culture, they build things, and have social gatherings. Civilized behavior. What's to be afraid of? I mean, besides the fire-spitting, and flying, and... I'm sure some folks had their reasons, and others that have never seen huge flying lizards only know stories and rumors. Smaller creatures, afraid of the teeth and claws of the unknown... So they run and hide, or decide to attack. Attack the big guys going about their lives... Drive them away from the homes they've built, forcing and banishing them to other lands... And then the magic they gave to the world disappears with them.
Chest thrumming, seeing Spyro's enduring smile curl into an amused grin, pushing a black stick vertically into a paw-scooped mound of ash, Elora's lips parted, freeing a warmer breath.
So much misunderstanding... But how do you understand a reclusive and nomadic species? I'm only starting to thanks to Spyro, but, I'm probably one of the rare few to wander around a whole realm full of them. Full of dragons.
Descending to her idle hand, touching the tip of the quill to the paper, her brow furrowed as the small burn mark broadened in circumference around the shaft.
Nomadic... But only when they're forced to be. I guess anyone ends up as a nomad when they are driven from their homeland, and all that they know of it.
Flitting up from the burn mark, to the charred husk of a log laying derelict against the further rocks of the fire pit, Elora stared at the black and white-fringed remains. Eyelids lowering from the sight, her respiration stilled as younger memory began playing behind the shutters, of a helpless and terrified stumble through a void of skeletal black and orange trees.
Sometimes, there isn't much else you can do... Besides fleeing from your childhood home.
Twisting aside, to the fuzz and follicles of auburn fur on her shoulder, her palm squeezed around the quill, turning it away and resting her knuckles on the imprinted runes beneath.
I don't need Fracture Hills. Even if the forest has returned after these years away... It wouldn't be the same. Why go back when there's entire worlds to explore? Anywhere I roam can be a home, and that's alright with me. I've made friends, and found this one, and... His heart is home enough for me.
Turning back to Spyro, cocked in a tilt, she gazed at her quadruped boyfriend, his bristles shifting and scales reflecting the late morning's intermittent sunlight.
It really is something... Being around someone that so easily creates such violent force. Fire. The all-consuming thing that takes whatever it touches... And looking at him, you'd hardly know he could summon it. I know that's why... Well, part of why. He is a cutie, my gosh, but... Being around him helps me live with that monster, and the scars it inflicts.
Reaching up and touching her left ear, fingertips dragging across the split on its lower edge, she sighed from the familiar motion.
Yes. Even with all the world-saving you've done... In Avalar and elsewhere... That big heart, and your big eyes, and those big cheeks and the smiles that fill them... Those things, and so many others, do a lot for this heart of mine.
Leaning and allowing her leg to unfold, lowering to the mottled and ash-sprinkled earth beneath, she began into twists of stretching, letting a throaty groan seep free from her nostrils.
All that, and then taking me on a whole new adventure to your home lands, where few have trod... You really are something special.
Aligning fully to the plum and gold-decorated dragon, having garnering his wayward attention from her movements, their irides met in expected magnetism, and Spyro's rear sank, dropping into the ash and sending a puff of the fine material into the passing breeze.
Special, and silly, and sexy... Dork.
Chest throbbing behind her leafy bosom, her free arm meandered across, fingers clasping around her bicep opposite.
I love you so much... And I'm so glad we met, that one day in Glimmer.
Sitting within the shadow of the realm's congregational hall, mere paces from the daylight beyond the structure's entrance, Spyro distractedly observed a conversation further ahead, with a satchel-wearing Elora and an emerald-and-gold-vested Nestor talking in the distance. Straining to listen to the words exchanged between them, curious about why she sought the artisan leader as a solitary audience, his tail swept across the travel-worn floor, its pointed tip clicking as it drug across the partitions.
Hmph. Maybe they're talking about me. Neither of them have looked this way though. Usually that makes it obvious. She's probably asking about... Huh?
Realizing his tail's sweeps were abruptly halted by something, he looked over his shoulder in a whirl, spotting the tubular shaft of a cane, and then the elderly dragon holding it. Staring at the veteran that disturbed his train of thought, the squint beneath his bushy eyebrows then broadened from his opening mouth, revealing a noticeably lesser number of teeth.
"Spyro."
"Hi."
Met with the youth's vapid greeting, the mauve-colored elder then peeked through the entrance, seeing the two individuals that had kept Spyro's attention despite his less-than-quiet approach in the hall.
"I must ask... What is your association with the furry one over yonder?"
Blinking impatiently from Astor's question that seemed to not need explanation to any others, Spyro moved his tail away from the crook-topped cane.
"That's Elora. I brought her here, with his permission."
"Right, right. Both of you hardly stray far from the other... Other than right now, of course."
Expression flattening, Spyro shifted his weight to one forelimb.
"I was told to keep her in sight while she's here... But that's easy because I want to."
"Your responsibility is appreciated."
Grunting from the remark, Spyro shook his head with sarcastic amusement.
"Yeah, well, its not the responsible part that's easy."
"Oh?"
"Nah. I just like looking at her, and being around her all the time. Could do that forever."
"Forever, hm?"
"Yep, forever."
Glancing toward the bipedal mammal in the distance, Spyro's smirk then faded, realizing the elder's hesitation to offer a rebuttal.
"Does that mean you have chosen her as a life mate?"
Blinking, computing the question entering his ears, the flicks of his tail ceased.
Life... Mate? Life-long? I mean, heh, I don't see why not. Living an entire lifespan with... You?
Heartbeat gaining heft, a draft of consideration left his nostrils, with the faun framed between them on his snout.
If you still love me when I'm big and heavy and older... "Yup."
"Ah, humm."
"She's my mate, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Twisting back to the elderly dragon after his confident declaration, Spyro's expression remained firm, countering the furrow on the brow of the elder that now rested his weight entirely on the cane.
"Certainly you realize... If this is the path you have chosen, young one, with your faun friend as a non-dragon, you-"
"Faun girl-friend."
"Y-Yes, right, that is... With her, you cannot have a hatchable blood heir to your legacy."
Jaws parting, nearly freeing a scoff, his toes curled beneath rolling eyes.
Wha... "An heir?"
"Correct. One, or several."
"Why... As if I'm..."
"Concerned for those that follow, as I and others of greater years are? As a member of dragon-kind, especially as one of us Artisans, you ought to be."
Turning away from the pointed words, his teeth clicked together between clamped jaws.
"Spyro, especially as rare of a hatching as you were... Your pedigree is well-suited to endure, no matter which realm-."
"I don't care about that... I just want her. Her love, and her company."
Jerking upright and tromping away into the sunshine, mind swirling with distaste from the conversation he decided to depart from, he then halted, twisting back to the unmoving elder in the shade.
"...Plus, I'd rather be with Elora, than mess around with someone I don't know, to have random kids I might not see grow up."
Resuming his bothered stomp away through the grass, crushing several wild flowers and kicking an errant rock aside, his throat percolated with heat.
Come on... Mating with random dragons once a dozen... Blah. How do you even do that if you haven't even hardly seen any growing up?
Looking to the fire pit a stone's throw to the left, he then turned opposite, meandering towards the stone wall guarding the meadow on the right. Glancing toward Elora, realizing both her and Nestor were looking at him, no doubt from his outburst a moment before, he plopped his rear into the grass, front paws rubbing back and forth in thickly-rooted dirt.
I don't care about girl dragons I haven't seen. I care about Elora. She is here with me, and she...
Limbs growing still from the faun female's returning glance, tufts of soft brunette hair freely undulated around her reddish-brown ears.
...She's, yeah. She, is, super nice, super creative, really wise, and amazing with a paint brush. She's already waayyy pretty, especially those eyes, jeez, and that smile that melts me, and that darn tail... I didn't even know you could squeeze that much stuff into a soul... And she's the one that liked me first!
Cheeks warming, magma rising from the caldera within his fiery heart, Spyro stared at his upright companion, basking in the beauty of her kind spirit and athletic upright physique.
You're an Artisan, Elora. An incredible one... You really are my finest treasure... And I love you, and I want to have you forever and ever.
Artisan Homeworld, Dragon Kingdom
Peeping upside down at an aqua-colored-crystal, seated into the keystone of a brass-plated arch, Elora's focus altered, giving detail to tufts of grass much closer, waving in front of the inactive portal frame.
We will return... Eventually. Not that we're on borrowed time or anything... Nobody said anything about a time limit... So we're just, here.
Petting the bumpy texture of scales beneath her fingers, tips nudging fringes of stiff hair just out of sight, airy wisps of faint white moisture meandered past high above, heading wherever the deep blue sky decided to send them.
We're here, there, and everywhere.
Lowering, chin bumping her collarbone as the twin horns of a dozing Spyro appeared, sprawled in the same flattened bed of grass beside her, his hide gleamed from the rise and fall of breath, scales soaking up the rays of a lazy midday sun.
Been everywhere... All over the place, around these worlds.
Caressing the reptilian head on her bosom, with an also-snoozing Sparx resting on Spyro's relaxed wing, the breath of a slightly stronger breeze revealed the fluffy white presence of a grazing sheep, having wandered near. Looking on into the prevailing blow, recently shorn fur rippling from the air that also nudged its collared bell, dry stalks of grass were taken aloft by the wind between them, and the calmly eating livestock simply continued, possibly oblivious to her presence.
You've taken me somewhere new almost every day. So many amazing places, and all kinds of wild and magical stuff we've seen in them. I'm sure there's still more out there. That dream-weaving sky world you mentioned, for one...
Closing her eyes, listening to Spyro's breathing just beneath the whispers of waving grass, her hand's massaging motions ceased, allowing her palm to flatten and rest in the valley of his shoulder muscle.
...But, all the same, its hard to beat laying around for a while sometimes, and I'm glad you feel the same. Moments like these are magical in their own ways... And best shared with those you love.
Dry Canyon, Peace Keeper's Realm, Dragon Kingdom
Padding through sun-bleached sand, toes and hooves pushing rocks through the granular sift with each step, both Elora and Spyro navigated a winding trail through a narrow canyon, much smaller than the smooth and time-eroded rock walls forming their tightening passage. Joining Spyro's glances back, mildly amused by his regular checks to ensure they weren't being followed, her arm reached aside, fingertips dragging along the layers of rock and sandstone depicting stories of ancient geologic formation.
Off on a desert adventure... Somewhere secret and cool. We're a good ways into a hidden path, and I haven't seen a single footprint besides our own.
Tracing the upper rim of the split in the parched and rocky earth, with the peach-colored sky growing pinker after each glance, her hand lifted from its drag, arcing over a patch of cactus clinging to life in the long hollow. Inspecting the thorny succulent in a curious turn, her step aside then halted abruptly, encountering the body of a now-idle Spyro. Seeing his stance rise from a crouch, a clawed toe pointed to a long shadow beneath the face of a wide outcropping.
"Up there."
Inspecting the bumpy slope leading to the shadow, Elora's hand lowered to her hip, and she tilted into a bodily bend, then noticing a taller hollow beneath the giant rock above.
"Boy... Sure wouldn't see that in passing."
"You don't if you aren't looking for it."
Crawling up the slope of sandstone, pockmarked from strikes of rocks falling from places higher above, Spyro eagerly pawed into the depth of the rocky shadow, leaving the tip of his swaying tail visible in a subsequent pause.
"Come on up!"
Sinking to all fours, planting her digits and hooves into the fractured bowls of impacts, she worked up the angled entry with ease, head lowering as she passed into the shadow in pursuit of Spyro's slithering tail. Greeted by the distinct odor of standing water, Elora then noticed a thin horizon of wiggling light, partly obscured by the silhouetted claw-scraping crawl of Spyro ahead, with distinct webs of water-refracted light spreading onto the facets of the increasingly humid tunnel.
"Okay... Ready?"
Cheek curling from the dragon's preperative question, brimming with curiosity from their approach of the mysterious muggy light source, she squinted at Spyro's wiggling rear as he crested the top of the angled climb, all but disappearing in a hurried heave forward. Accelerating her own ascent, her mouth opened in response.
"I think soooo, my, gosh, what..."
Met with gleams of numerous clustered growths of natural luminescent crystal, with faceted pillars large and small producing glows of gentle light onto a surface of clear water, bubble-driven ripples reflected shimmering twinkles onto the jagged ceiling, revealing the various curves and edges of an underground pool. Mouth remaining open, even as her eyes met those of a grinning Spyro perched by the pool's edge, she carefully neared him in a crouch, finally sinking to a seat on the shallow angle, and allowing herself to look over her surroundings with visible wonder.
"Pretty cool, right?"
Releasing a humid breath, her cheeks curled into a smile beneath wide eyes in the low and mystical light. Noticing the glow of crystals deeper beneath the surface of clear water, rippling from surfacing streams of bubbles from the depths, her hands spread flat onto the shallow ridges of watermarks beneath.
"Yes. This is awesome. How did..."
Truncating her own question as Spyro leaped forward, splashing directly into the water, a cushion of the shimmering liquid lapped against her hooves, sending reverberations of ripples back and forth across the pool's curvature, further revealing the extant perimeter of the body of water.
Not too big... Looks deep though.
Seeing Spyro's horned head burst through the water, wings surfacing and flattening behind his shoulders, the reptile turned in an orbit, finally spotting Elora again with a regaining of bearings.
"Is it warm?"
"Oh yeah."
Legs paddling, keeping himself afloat with ease, Spyro looked left, right, and up at the rapid shimmers of light, and then lowered his attention to Elora, still seated on the low slope of rock in a backward lean.
"You said you'd swim with me."
"I did."
Eyebrow cocking from her simple reply, Spyro was then met with Elora's glance down at her leafy attire, and then a shy peek back up at him beneath her bangs.
"...I'm going to."
Lifting her satchel's strap free from her shoulder and setting the bag further behind, ensuring it wouldn't slide, the faun then began fumbling with the layered straps tied around her stomach. With a tug aside by one arm, the green dressing loosened and unfurled, dropping back onto her tail, and was then pulled aside, flattening fully onto the ridged rock. Placing the garment onto her satchel, a puff of mild embarrassment prefaced the warmth on her cheekbones, and she turned forward to the swimming reptile, perching her forearms onto her knees, fingers clasping together in suspension between. Watching then as Spyro began swimming closer, paddling aside for a change in perspective, she followed his glimmering approach, his expression brimming with curiosity.
So... Now I know what's under those leaves... "Ahm, coming in, yeah?"
Nodding and sidling down hoof-first, dipping her legs in one by one, a murmur of pleasant surprise left her throat from the indeed warm water. Then, with a teeter onto and over her legs, she surged forward into the pool with a full-bodied splash. Eyes flitting open in the cushion of encompassing warmth, tickled by the passing of surface-bound bubbles, Elora matched the orb stream's ascent, emerging in a surfacing beside Spyro's patient treading. Shaking her head around, briefly contemplating fetching the emerald ribbon, she then peeked open to the horned reptile, smiling and treating him to the oft-wondered visual of herself fully drenched in water.
"Not too hot?"
"Its nice."
"Gets a little hotter further down."
"Hence the bubbles."
"Uh huh."
Paddling aside with strokes of her arms, beginning into a passive orbit around Spyro, he joined her migration aside, straightening her movement into a parallel heading to the center of the pool. Eying the tip of her tail tuft that surfaced above her rump, teasingly bobbing from her exertion, Spyro surged closer and swiped the water-weighted extremity with alternating bats of nearer-thrusting paws. Unable to resist the spread of a victorious grin across his chops, widening moreso as Elora stopped swimming, the faun physically revolved to face him, her brow and mouth quirking in a matching rise from his expression.
"Were you grabbing my tail?"
"I was, and I have... Been wanting to bat that fluffy thing... For so long now."
Freeing a laugh from his honesty, Elora resigned into an invitingly cute smile.
"All you had to do was ask."
"What, to touch it? Seriously?"
"Mmmhm."
Rolling his eyes and deflating into a sigh, his chin nearly sank into the rippling water.
"Of course... It was that easy all along, wasn't it?"
"Duh."
Parting the shimmering surface with an obvious exhale, Spyro was then recipient of her hands landing on his shoulders, followed by her buoyant mass.
"Dork!"
Stilling his legs and resuming a toothy grin, allowing himself to begin sinking into the water, Spyro simply watched with submersion as Elora brought in a speedy gasp of breath, breaking through the surface into the muted roar of the pool's depths. Fumbling underneath, with her hands releasing her grip of his shoulders, his paws reached to her digits retracting in front of himself in slower motion. Flexing forward and meeting them in a push that she matched with a slight delay, both creatures then kicked upward, bursting back above the surface and cycling into laughter. Trading splashing waves sent by sweeps of arms, their playful tidal conflict ceased as Elora's eyes lowered to the blurry glows beneath them both.
"Wanna go deeper?"
"Yes. Kind of want to see the crystals down there."
Matching her downward inspection, Spyro submerged and oriented vertically, easily joined by Elora's subsequently-diving stride. Heading for the nearest glow, gaining some focus and detail with their tandem arrival, glowing crystals of much bigger sizes resided among towering streams of bubbles. After a short period of inspection, Elora then hurried straight upward, and an initially-confused Spyro patiently waited for her visible return.
Can't you... No, you can't do the water breathing thing. That's gotta be tough. I mean... Not that you live in or around water all the time... Hmm. Hello again... Sorry, I know you don't have gills. Its cool, don't worry.
Leading her to another crystal cluster a short distance across the open depth, seeing her index finger extend in pointing to the submerged sight, she began upward again a moment later, and Spyro elected to chase her ascent, surfacing beside her and observing her clamor towards the edge of the pool. Twisting about face and folding her arms behind onto a narrow salt-lined ledge, Elora remained still, catching breath and looking around at the heat-driven crystal clusters and growths, illuminated by the rapid shimmer of disturbed water reflecting off the rough walls in all directions.
"This is magical and amazing."
Stilling himself, her vocalization of admiration circled in his head, eventually heading for his vocal cords.
"You're magical, and amazing."
Chin alighting onto her pale shoulder in an effeminate landing, she peeked between the parts of wet hair, draped in clumps forming a wet curtain.
"You think so?"
Teased tremendously by the innocence exuding from her, Spyro's forelimbs spread, drifting forward in reserved propulsion.
"Yea-huh, I know so."
Staying curiously idle as the dragon closed the distance in a buoyant float, she reached out to his nearer horn, and with a sink forward into an upright swim, grasped the golden point. Turning in passing, her legs continued on beneath his still profile, and she squished a kiss into his scaly cheekbone. Relinquishing his horn after a gentle tug, bringing his head into a further turn to follow her onward drift, his vision wandered along the soft geography of her frontal figure as it stilled, her arms reaching back beyond her head as she lazily escaped to the far end of the pool. Pushing his lower legs into the rock beneath, launching into a pursuant glide that eclipsed into several strong paddles, reverberating waves lapped against his snout, seeing Elora rise in an arm-supported fumbling backward and then sink into a seat in a shallow bowl in the rock. Awaiting his visible approach, slender arms rising and buffering his inbound velocity, she grunted quietly as Spyro settled onto her lap, taking the weight of his body on her thighs. Embracing his flank in a squeeze, she progressively lowered backwards into the shallow water, arms tightening as she eased onto the curvature of smooth rock, sending a cushion of water up from her shoulders into her mess of hair.
Eying the glistening wet creature captive beneath his weight, tingling bodily from primordial surges driven by the sight, Spyro's internal throbs spiked from patient blinks of awaiting flapping across her big teal jewels. Planting both of his front limbs outward around her shoulders, he lowered to her wet neck and after initially baring teeth, the points parted and allowed his tongue out instead, pressing down into her muscle and dragging along the thin fur in a heavy drag up beneath her chin. Head tilting in a turn from the oral nudging, eye closing as it nearly sank into the water beside, the fur on her cheek stood on end in a ripple of reddening. Electing to act instead of speak, her relaxing arm rose and nudged his head aside to a better alignment, and then folded over his neck crest, draping behind his horns. Bringing him lower with a slackening, her bicep then tightened as his still-dragging tongue slithered between readily parting lips, nudging her teeth in passing and revolving around her tasting muscle that simply remained relaxed, subject to his exploratory and ticklish licks. Closing off the openings of his entry, increasingly curious about letting him dictate their kissing, the thought then burst into a forgotten poof between perking ears, blushing in attention to the firm presence now pressed between their haunches.
Yoouuu...
Shifting her legs outward in a small motion, receptive to the greeting of his submerged groin, Elora's eyes flitted back open, looking at her plum partner with a steadily hammering heart.
...Is this about to happen? 'Cause, we are both really different species... But what if it does happen? What if it just happens, right here, right now? What if...
A whimper escaped the whirl of questions in her mind, as Spyro's snout lifted free and hovered beside, feeling his breath puff into her concave ear.
"Ahm, hey."
"Hey."
Tracing the border of water-flattened fur, met with a thick group of her wet hair, Spyro swallowed amid the uncharted situation.
"Are you..."
"Am I...?"
Met with her returning whisper of uncertainty, he touched his nostril against her pale cheek.
"...Should we?"
Turning closer to his purple presence, her flat nose nudged into his cheekbone in a matching motion.
"What if we did?"
Glimpsing his huge iride's flit aside in a synapse of consideration, his heart beat steadily, felt by her idly resting palm on his hide.
"...Do you want to?"
Laying still as his statement floated throughout the cave, lingering on the tail end of several vague questions, her palm then slid up, digits pulling into his mane of golden bristles.
"What if I say yes?"
"T-Then that means yes, doesn't it?"
Turning a little tighter into him, the fuzz of her muzzle drug along his patterned scales.
"Yes."
"Hoh-kay, mm..."
Listening to the bashful hum in his throat, his tail shifted in the water unseen, and with several small movements of his limb muscle, his legs grazed hers beneath the water's surface. Feeling his paws settle and tighten on her shoulders, Elora then squished her face fully against his snout, squeezing the ridge of his neck under her knuckles.
Ohhhkay. That's new.
Tensing and remaining still as his presence entered and withdrew, a tingle shimmied across her waist, causing the tufts of her trapped tail to perk on end.
Whooo... Hah.
Eyes meeting as he shoved his forward half up vertically from the shimmering water, both creatures stared at the other with splashes of biochemical mayhem surging throughout their bodies.
"Again?"
"Mhm."
Eying her pointedly despite her response, she produced a rapid little nod to match. Peeking down at his own submerged waist, Spyro sank lower again, forcing water outward from his descent that lapped against her bare bosom.
Okay, uh... Huh. That's-uh, something, isn't it. Out, and back, and...
Feeling Elora's lips mash into his cheek amid the loud and obvious splashing of his tail, his focus dove in and out of the newly registering functions sending signals to his mind.
...This is happening.
Startled by Elora's sudden introduction of movement beneath, his claws drug lightly off her shoulders as she rose into a backward fumble out of the water, hooves finding purchase on the smooth bowl of rock. At first remaining in his position with mild confusion, Spyro watched as Elora's arm extended to him and grabbed hold of his horn, pulling him into a lead up and over her drenched figure. Flopping back onto the thankfully smooth rock, releasing his golden point as his paws found various landings around her, he stood in a spread over her prone posture, actively dripping from his scales onto her.
"No water?"
Peeking down to his groin with interest, the shadow of his tail sweeping side to side just beyond, her vision flitted back up to his patient posture above.
"Not for this."
Entranced by her hushed response, he collapsed onto her chest, rump held higher, and her fingers found his wrists in separate clasps.
"Probably too noisy."
"Mmm." Noisy... We were swimming, and now we're doing... Ooh. Ah, hah... "...Things."
Blinking from the errant word leaving the faun's mouth just above him, Spyro neared her ear.
"What?"
"Just, things."
"Yeah?"
Her hands progressively gripped higher places along his forelegs, squeezing his bicep muscle.
"Your thing."
Brow quirking, digits curling around the damp fur of her shoulder, he curled closer with a push, and a distinct breath flared from her nostrils in escape.
"My thing?"
"Yes, your, ah, do that again."
"This?"
Shoving his groin into her tender folds with added ardor, her lips pried open, and her hoof swept through the air, searching for an unseen surface to land on.
"Yes. That."
"Again?"
"Uh huh."
Beginning into a steady series of intimate collisions, Spyro's forelegs folded, returning to a similar stance as he maintained hold of his companion, inner toes pressed obliquely into her collarbone. Jaw clamped shut amid his motions, hot breath danced back and forth past their ears in nasal exchange, and wandering glimpses of the female beneath flung surges of passion onto the fireball fueling his heart. Limbs shifting and palms landing into new placements, with Spyro's rear pads trying to stay parked on the smooth rock, he repeatedly noticed her flushed cheekbones, revealed by the glistening lumination.
I've never seen... Well, duh. I don't know anyone who's ever seen a faun like this... Until now. Apparently this is working, too, because she's just... Hot jelly, err, whatever this is, feeling, like... I don't know. Nobody's ever really told me... Same with this. These.
Spyro's snout lowered, licking the curious gentle knoll of her bosom, his rigidly flat tongue parting her chest fur and nudging her breast up.
"Oohm."
Perking from her murmur of pleasure, his tongue coiled back, and he swiped his tasting member across her breast once more. Brow tightening with interest as her arms rose again in reaction, fingers grabbing the tough tissue of both of his wingstems, he closed his maw onto the fleshy mound beside in a gentle toothless squeeze, and her outwardly pawing hoof dragged along on the rougher wall beside. Breaking several crystals free from an errant kick, casting them into the water behind in a series of heavy splashes, her leg then shoved into the wall, disengaging their mating as she rolled the dragon over in a heavy fumble of physical realignment. Holding onto both of Spyro's horns now, with him captive under her weight as she lowered in a breathy kneel, his claws tightened around her strong thighs in confirmation of intimate connection. Chest laboring with respiration matching her rump's gyrations, seated astride the reptile's muscular undulations in dominant vertical posture, her vision alternated between shadowed gazes towards Spyro's priceless expressions, to bubbles and fireworks detonating behind closed eyelids, letting her internal organs depict the barrages of hormonal mayhem.
This is... We're actually mah... Oh, my-uhh, haha, whoo. That feels a bit... Whoof.
Hips thrusting forward, suppressing groans into shy little murmurs, her forearms tightened in opposite twists, and with a lowering of her posture onto her elbows, realizing Spyro was staring up at her from beneath, his jaw finally split open to produce words.
"Elora."
"Y-uh, yeah?"
"Elora, I'm..."
"You're uh, huh?"
"I think... Whoa... Kay. Yeah. Heh."
Brow furrowing tighter, both from his relaxation in muscle and voice and the odd bloom of warmth that swiftly removed any remaining friction from their componentry, her upper knees pointed closer together. Continuing her rocking, the tightened squeezes and strokes coated with viscous ooze sent tingles up along her furry follicles in a shimmy.
"Dang, aheh, mmff, my gosh."
Voice rising in octave with each consecutive word, she then became peculiarly silent, with the inward throbs of her thighs displaying the sensory cascade that was now rippling through her innards.
"Ohhhh, suh-Spyro."
"Yes?"
Flattening in a further lowering, collapsing entirely onto her mate beneath, her head twisted aside, voice lowering to a breathy hush.
"Spyrooo."
"I'm here."
Forelimbs encircling her bare-sided abdomen, he embraced the recuperating female as her nose buried itself beneath the ridge of his chin.
"You arreee."
Pushing up with a shove of quickly fading energy, remaining perched on his groin, she peeked down between her slender breasts, and her teeth sank into her lower lip as she began into a few more thorough strokes. Taking in his discharged girth in a fleeting encore of slow-paced sensuality, she then lifted free and inspected him with a clasp of curious fingers, peeping at the male and then lowering bodily onto his chest, orgasm-slicked fingers sliding up along his segmented plating.
And that... Is how a dragon do. Hehe.
Staring at her furry figure draped onto his abdomen, Spyro swallowed after her seep of mirth.
"I love you."
Nudging his large cheekbone, her lips pushed into his scales in a tender planting as she slid aside onto her shoulder.
"Love you toooo."
Draped together in a heap of spent energy, both creatures resigned to observing the dancing of reflective crystalline light, decorating the cave's rocky roof.
I don't know if you know any more about this... But, huhh, wow. Things sure just happened.
Nearing Elora's gleams of teal crystal beside, his dry cheek squished into the damp fur of hers.
...I've heard of some stuff, but, never seen anything like the, uh, stuff you were doing.
Twisting closer in a countering nudge, Elora's head nestled against Spyro's segmented horn.
My dork. Sexy, smoky, purple dragon dork.
Arm tightening in a squeeze, tucking beneath his drooped forelimbs hanging in the air, her knees crossed his waist in a similar motion of a tightening cuddle.
We need to do this again... Sometime, whenever... 'Cause, wow.
Dry Canyon Village, Peace Keeper's Realm, Dragon Kingdom
Munching on juicy chunks of Agave, fur and bristles fully dried by the fading heat of the setting desert sun, both Spyro and Elora sat among a small gathering of elder dragons, having since returned to the hamlet of residences built among the walls of the large cliffs. Tucked together on a wind-carved ridge of sand, with outstretched legs nestled against the other and partly buried under the sift, the couple looked on to the fading evening light cast onto the geologic curvature, chests host to steady beats and surges of elation.
For something brand new, in a dark cave... Sure was easy for you to say yes. Actually, everything you did sorta said yes at me.
Feeling his own knobby tail tighten a little more, draped across her tuft and curving around her rump, Spyro peeked down to the converging muscle of her thighs, letting a recollection of earlier intimacy play on in his mind.
You wanted to mate, with me... And based on the smiles you've been making since that all happened... Pretty sure you liked it.
Lowering and tearing free another mouthful of the succulent's tangy and watery flesh, the plum dragon turned higher, met with Elora's satisfied gaze that he half-expected.
See? You look like you... Found a million gems. I mean... I probably do too. I don't know what happened earlier when you were on me, but it did magic stuff for both of us. Magic mating stuff. Heh.
Mashing the mouthful and consuming it with a strong swallow, his tongue peeked out in tiny swipes, and Elora's eyebrows undulated in a playful and wordless greeting.
Spyro... Didn't think you'd be sneaking us away to a secret cave to go swimming... Twas fun though. Wasn't totally expecting to get it on in there, but... Something about you swimming around in that sparkling light got me going, and then you sat between my legs, and... Yes.
Leaning closer, mirth-tinted cheeks busy with chewing, the pointed tip of his encircling tail gently landed on and rose from her opposite thigh.
Kinda messed up your twelve year thing. Might keep messing it up... Hehe.
Artisan Realm, Dragon Kingdom
Reclining against the stone bricks of Spyro's loot-laden quarters, dimly lit by the soot-darkened lantern in the corner, Elora's fingers pried beneath individual pages of their magical guidebook, quietly perusing the gallery of gifted artifacts and talismans captured and labelled within. After several turns, fingertips dragging across the enchanted parchment, her hand nudged into a peek beneath an empty page, only to be mildly surprised by the presence of scraggly written characters in the shadow. Opening the page fully, a gleaming teal gem twisted in a moving depiction of its flat and pointed cuttings, but her eyes then found the rest of the text beneath, revealed to be a roughly scrawled 'Eye of Elora'.
Humming happily in realization, she looked to the resting beast just beside, tucked in a turn among her folded legs and fully asleep on the room's only rug.
Cutie... Clearly you like my eyes.
Procuring her quill from her satchel opposite, prying the metal sleeve free with her thumb and dropping it into her other palm, her wrist lowered to the page. After a hesitation, she touched the hot tip of the feather into the parchment, and a smile grew, matching the growth of a little heart imprinted below his writing. Adding 'dork' beside it a mere moment later, she then capped the quill and closed the thick book, setting both aside near her satchel. With a tilt aside, hair dragging along the wall, her nearer hand lowered to Spyro's neck, molding into the rising and ebbing curvature of his scale-clad features as she allowed her eyelids to droop shut.
I love you.
Facing the local portal to Avalar, activated by Spyro's influencing touch, Elora's palm lifted away from the plated arch that growled with mana, depicting the colors of the homeworld on the far end of the magical passage. Turning from the churning liquidity to Spyro just beside, with Sparx excitedly hovering just above his head, she pulled on the strap of her sewn bag, tightening the buckle.
"Ready?"
"Think so. Anybody you need to say bye to?"
"Nah. They all know I'll be back at some point."
Glancing back over her shoulder, seeing pointed peaks of the realm's castle-like structures reaching for the young morning sky, her lungs filled with fresh air of the mystical and peaceful homeworld.
"Yes. We will."
"You like it here, huh?"
Shoulders rising in a shrug of admittance, her hands seated themselves on her hips.
"A bit. Wouldn't mind visiting and doing some trading, between here and Avalar... With your help."
Smiling as her finger nudged his shoulder, Spyro's tail swept around in a flick of interest.
"Hey, anywhere you go, I'm coming with."
"Hope so."
"Nobody's gonna mess with you with me around."
"You tell 'em, Spyrocles."
"I will! Anybody that gets in our way is toast."
Grinning from his smirk and wiggle, Elora's hand then attained a hold of his wing.
"Are we flying, or walking through this one?"
"Mm, can you handle flying?"
"Now that I know more of what to expect... Sure."
"Cool. Grab my tail, and we'll go."
Exchanging the flight surface for a two-handed grasp of his balancing appendage, Elora's heart accelerated as Spyro's wings spread upward, preparing for a long floating glide.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
Charging forth into the center of the rippling gateway with hurried stomps, vision obscured by a protective shutting of eyelids, the sweep of persistent airflow and its whispering swirls brought her hair and ears back, and her arms stretched in a gentle pull that also towed the rest of her body level. Peeking open, still startled by the absence of land anywhere beneath, her vision rose from passing expanses of fluffy clouds below to the profile of a confidently soaring Spyro, his bumpy tail stretched fully taught in her tight grasp.
With you, and those handsome wings... We can fly, together, through the sky.
Braving the unknown altitude, she swallowed, and a smile spread onto her wary complexion.
Yes. We'll travel through all of the worlds, and maybe discover some new ones somewhere. Find new trades and treasures...
Squinting towards the growing oval of bright white expanding beyond Spyro's twin horns, she coiled forward, legs bent and bracing for the landing to come.
I'm ready for another adventure if you are, hot stuff.
Scorch Qalat, Autumn Plains, Avalar
Seated beneath the minimal shade of a palm tree, the largest of a sparse grove sprouting from rolling dunes of bleached sand, Spyro watched the occasional flight of arrows downrange towards two battered targets, ending in varying detonations and bursts of smoke and magic. With Hunter seated on an old barrel just beside, looking on in a matching perspective of observation, the cheetah watched as his sorceress girlfriend flipped through a large book, her long rabbit ears shifting as she glanced between a row of small potion bottles and the text on the pages. Smiling as she distractedly picked up an arrow shaft, only to drop it and pluck her wand from the wooden table instead, the feline looked beside her to the idle stature of his faun friend, holding the central grip of his bow with both hands and looking on to her friend's sparkling and swaying wand.
"I think she likes my bow now."
"Her smile says a bunch about whatever she's doing."
Watching the handoff of a now-enchanted arrow, from Bianca to Elora's outstretched digits, both males anticipated the vertical aligning of the projectile weapon, its string pulled back in a visible tightening as Elora brought the flights near to her cheekbone.
"Has she used it before now?"
"I've offered it in the past, but she's always been all pacifist... Which cracks me up that she's dating a dragon."
"Hey. She likes that I kick everyone's ass."
Pausing as the arrow was released with a muffled twang, the left-hand target further along the fortress wall burst into a spark-strewn crackle, and a waft of pink-tinted smoke rose into the bright sky, revealing the off-center landing of the shaft.
"Huh. Cool."
"I like the lightning ones."
"Me too."
Eyes meeting after watching the ascent of fading smoke, both females offered alternating remarks amid light laughter, and Elora neared the table, head tilting as Bianca lifted a narrow flask to eye level, sleeve drifting down along her arm. Touching his clawed palm to his chin, arm propped onto his knee, Hunter then glanced aside to Spyro, seated flat on the sand with his rear legs sticking straight out around his buried front paws.
"So, uh, Spyro, my dude."
"Yo."
"Got a question."
Distractedly rotating up to Hunter, the dragon's posture remained the same beneath his tilting head.
"Okay."
"I know you both went to your dragon world for a while."
"Yes we did."
"Have you... You know, played baseball with her?"
Blinking, chin rising a little more as the cheetah's index finger pointed outward in a turn, Spyro leaned more onto his further arm.
"Base... Ball? I don't think we have."
"Okay, I don't mean actual baseball. Just the base part."
Staring at the cheetah, Spyro's head twisted even further in perplexion.
"Huh?"
"Man how else... Alright. Have you, and Elora, done things, with your stuff?"
Done things, with... "Ohhhhhh. That."
Awaiting the rest of Spyro's answer, Hunter's eyebrow rose, perking higher as his purple friend began displaying a knowing grin.
"...That a yes?"
"It is."
"Ohoo, really?"
Leveling again, body turning in little wiggles, Spyro began nodding.
"Yep yep, sure have."
Glancing back at Elora further ahead, inspecting his friend's bipedal profile, Hunter eyed Spyro's quadruped stance with a squint.
"Think she's a keeper?"
"Cause we mated?"
"Hah, well, not exactly, but if that's important to you guys..."
"Is it important to you two?"
Maw tightening from the returning question, Hunter looked up and away to the leaves of the palm tree.
"Not saying."
"Uh huh. You're asking me, and can't answer yourself?"
"Its, um, hard to explain."
"Oh-kay. Well, to answer you... Yes, Elora is a keeper. She loves me, and she's the best thing ever... I didn't expect her to occupy my brain every day, but she does, and I really like that she does."
"Funny how girls do that to you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Sure changed how I go about my days."
"...Which is why you ended up back here in Avalar."
"I knew she wanted to come back eventually... But she did say she likes the dragon realms."
"Yup. She's told Bianca and I some stuff about it."
"We went all over the place. She wants to try trading stuff with my elders, so I'm thinking we'll be traveling around a bunch soon."
"Sounds cool."
"Being around her has been an adventure for sure."
Lowering to Bianca, realizing both her and Elora were attentive to their position, his arm rose in a stretch and swayed in a wave, grinning as the curvaceous rabbit brushed aside a floppy ear and happily waved back.
"Yeeppp, dating is like that, bro."
"Heh. Used to think love stuff was just, whatever, but... Elora is some kind of magic."
"Yeah?"
"Everything about her makes me feel like I'm swimming in lava... In a good way. Invincible lava swimming."
"...Right."
"She's so into me, but its nice, and cool."
"You just said she makes you feel hot."
"She does. Lava hot."
Just beside the rabbit, bow in hand and a quirked smile on her pale and auburn expression, Elora also offered a wave, only to immediately divert her attention to Spyro, wiggling her fingers and gazing at him with obvious enamorment.
"...See? She looks at me like that, annddd, I'm already melting."
Ear shifting as Bianca leaned near, speaking something to the faun, Elora cheekily grinned, gripping the enchanted-tip arrow offered to her and clipping it onto the bow string near her bosom.
"You crack me up, Spyro."
"Why?"
"Its funny to hear you even say stuff like this."
"Hey. You're just as guilty, mister carnivore. Don't even act like I'm being weird for loving a different species."
"You're not being weird at all."
"Good."
"I never thought I'd wind up with a rabbit, so, no worries."
Heart beating steadily, already quite warm from the desert heat, Spyro fondly admired the sturdy legs and sun-browned fur of Elora's figure as she turned aside, posture stiffening with a draw of the bow, and then slackening as she launched another arrow downrange.
"I never thought I would wind up with anyone."
"No? Why?"
"Just doesn't happen back home."
"Not common, huh?"
Snout rising, peeping toward Hunter, Spyro's clawed toes spread deeper into the sand with a push.
"Practically never. I'm probably the first in a long time to bring a female partner there... With her not being a dragon and all."
Focusing on Elora's shoulders, noticing a crystalline glint on her collarbone between, Hunter eyed Spyro with a turn and a smile.
"Better treasure that rarity, pal."
"I do, every single day."
END... For now! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for possible adventures to come in the future!
~ C. Betchimov
