With Ember cooking their breakfast and Cynder taking care of Spyro, it was up to Elora to keep the company of their guests that morning. The five male dragons were clustered together in the den, all of them wondering about Spyro's plans and none of them willing to start a conversation about it. It was a rather awkward sight to witness, the dragons occasionally scanning the room to look like they knew what they were doing, or sipping at the tea that Elora and Ember had passed out to them. Elora strutted over to the center of their gathering and plopped down onto a beanbag chair, flicking out a set of old notes she'd been carrying around. Ever since The Professor had let her leave the lab with notes he described as accurate, but having an outdated notation system, she had used it to study male dragon anatomy.
Everyone had been much more chatty the previous evening, so if Elora could just break the ice then they might open up and socialize again. One little detail was still nagging at her, though, and it might have been just unexpected enough to break the awkward silence. "So, The Professor said that dragon males have a separate urethra for peeing and cumming. How does that work?" Zap sputtered his tea back into his cup, Camo blushed, Rock seemed to ignore her, and High-Five impulsively buzzed around to a seat that faced her head-on. To her left, Sunburn just chuckled and shook his head.
"Having a passion for dragon dicks is certainly an attractive quality, but I'd think the answer to your question is pretty obvious. You are a female faun, afterall. Your urethra and vagina are already separate tracts. You lack the..." He took a moment to search for the right words, looking up at nothing in particular until he knew what he wanted to say. "You lack the disgusting quality that male mammals possess."
"That's why dragons have historically been more interested in females of other species rather than males," Rock added, taking a long sip of his tea and giving Elora a sidelong glance. "You seem to us to be just as well adapted to sex as we are. Your counterparts are much less savory."
"I'm no chick," High-Five began, placing a clawed hand to his chest, "but if I were then I certainly wouldn't want a piss-tube in my breeding hole."
"'Breeding hole'?" Elora gave him an annoyed look, placing her hands on her hips, but Zap cut in before she could get any further than that.
"If you start a conversation by asking an invasive question regarding what urinating and ejaculating feels like for someone else, you probably shouldn't try to turn around and act offended by the language that ensues from that."
At least they were talking now, though Elora wasn't too pleased with the other results. "That's… fair enough." Another issue was that she hadn't stopped thinking about that fact of dragon anatomy since she'd drank magical water flowing from the hot flesh of Spyro's cock, all while he was buried deep in her throat. The sensation had been intoxicating and it wouldn't leave her be at night, her memory of that moment cycling back to her, again and again. She wondered if she should just ask Spyro to give it to her for real, but, because of the anatomy involved, she knew it wouldn't play out the way she'd envisioned. Even if that wasn't an issue, she didn't know if he'd be willing to do it based on what these other dragons thought of male mammals.
Instead of letting that train of thought germinate into external words, Elora changed the subject. "Alright, bad topic. I apologize. Tell me about that equipment of yours instead."
"Oh, it's just an Elemental discharge harness." Zap replied. "Functions well as armor, too. I modified some previously empty oxygen tanks into batteries of magical electricity, and the enchantment on the circular gem lets me recharge it with my own mana. Being a water dragon may come with a lot of fun perks, but when you really need to kill something..." He trailed off for a bit, the other dragons chuckling and nodding their agreement. "Point is, almost every dragon ever born only has one Element. I couldn't breath electric bursts naturally, and I really wanted to do it, so I synthesized it."
"Technology is the future," Sunburn affirmed, "regardless of what the Elders say."
"You didn't need any help from The Professor?" Elora asked, curious about the apparent tech-savvy nature of the young dragon.
"No, I did not need his help. I did, in fact, build the first version of this thing before any of us in the Dragon Realms even met The Professor, but I'm not foolish enough to ignore the possibilities he provides. When he set up shop and word spread of his brilliance, I approached him about the harness. He helped me iterate on it until we got to the most optimized design we could create, in exchange for..." Zap squirmed a bit, all eyes on him, and Sunburn grinning madly since he already knew what was coming. "He received access to my penis, urethra, anus, and the surrounding slit and vent structures." Zap swirled his tea and stared down into it, blushing madly. "You know… to study them."
"So..." Elora cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. "Some of the diagrams on these pages..." She waved said pages in the air, Camo hiding his face in second-hand shame while High-Five started openly cackling. "...They're of you?"
Zap's finned crest drooped a bit, but his stalwart, strikingly red companion was all too thrilled to hear Elora's words, laying a feathered wing over Elora's shoulders and drawing her close. "Well, since you've seen Zap's penis, mind giving us a rating?" Elora scrunched her lips and raised a brow at him, but she noticed his eyes lingering on her prominently displayed cleavage rather than her face for a good few seconds. The attention her body was getting, and the aid of Spyro's latest dress in drawing that attention, filled her with an excitement she wasn't sure how to handle. Somehow, based on what she'd been told about dragon culture, she got the impression that Spyro wouldn't mind sharing her in a sexual sense, so long as she was still romantically his, and the way the others were gazing at her now only seemed to confirm that suspicion. Spyro explicitly told her that this would be acceptable on several occasions, citing that fauns were famously promiscuous and he wouldn't want to stop her from having her fun. Certainly, these dragons wouldn't be foolish enough to challenge Spyro, and so Elora assumed they wouldn't be admiring her so closely if they thought it would bother her mate.
So caught up in her sudden fantasy of being ravaged by all five of them at once, Elora had nearly forgotten what they'd been talking about when Sunburn spoke again. "Or do you need him to point out which ones are his first?"
"What?" Elora shook her head, taking a moment to remember what they'd been discussing, but the memories of the diagrams she'd been given only made her more flustered. "Sorry, I'm… a little distracted." Sunburn's wing squeezed her shoulders in a reassuring gesture when she said that, and the mild tension from the earlier teasing seemed to dissipate. "You're really warm." Elora chastised herself for those words when they slipped out, but the drakes didn't seem interested in giving her a hard time; at least, not in the figurative sense.
"Are you cold?" Rock asked in concern from her other side, sliding closer until their thighs were brushing together. He had a number of large scutes on his legs that had the texture and color of mountain stones. He felt so firm against her soft fur and skin.
"A little, yeah." Zap gently pulled the diagrams away from her, setting them aside as he, Camo, and High-Five moved in closer from the front. "Getting warmer now, though."
"That's good." Camo said, giving her a soft smile. "Wouldn't want Spyro thinking we weren't taking care of you while he was occupied."
"Now now, boys..." Elora sighed in relief: Ember was back. "You shouldn't crowd Elora like that while I'm gone. I can't watch from the kitchen, heehee." Elora was suddenly a lot less relieved, and a lot more excited. "But in all seriousness, you should ask for Spyro's permission before doing too much." Elora was gratified that when the hot, enticing plates of bacon, eggs, and ground Yeti Ridge peppercorn were placed on the coffee table, all of the drakes hesitated to move away from her to get them.
"So," Zap started, looking up at Ember as she took a seat on the couch with her own plate. "If Spyro gave me permission to bone you..."
"I'd take it as hard as you could give it," she replied with no hesitation, even though they hardly knew each other. "I love being a dragoness, and every bit of attention that comes with it. Doing exactly what Spyro wants is my favorite pastime, so I'd give any of you a ride." High-Five playfully stalked around to her while she was smirking at them, and when he got close she delicately pressed her foot over his face, stopping him in his tracks and giving everyone a lovely view of her outstretched leg. "After Spyro says that you're worth my time, of course."
High-Five chuckled and stroked her shin, staring at her from between her toes. "That's the one thing about casual fun between friends: you have to be brave enough to ask for it." Ember enjoying her food while holding High-Five down reminded everyone that they had a lovely meal to get to, and the dragons gradually moved from their intimate positions to grab their plates. Rock, High-Five, and Zap hopped onto the couch, Rock taking the far end to watch the other two encroaching heavily on Ember's personal space, something the dragoness didn't seem to mind in the least. Elora uncrossed her legs and stretched them out, Sunburn and Camo taking floor cushions on either side of her. Sunburn had even grabbed her plate for her, smiling as he passed it into her hands.
The dragons ate their bacon by pinching strips in their claws, used a fork for the eggs, and scooped up the peppercorn with their spoons. The usual praise for Ember's cooking was more subdued this time, as it was so delicious that they couldn't stop long enough to speak coherently, mumbling and humming their approval. Elora just tapped at her eggs, contemplating her situation; how she'd felt being surrounded by young male dragons. She pondered if Cynder and Spyro would be much longer, and if their food might have cooled too much by the time they made their way down from the bedroom.
Thinking back to what High-Five had said, Elora leaned back toward the couch, until her head was resting between Zap's knees. She'd made up her mind. "You can touch me, if you want. All of you." Ember tilted her snout in Elora's direction, every drake pausing in their meals to stare at her, a question in their eyes that she was all too eager to answer. "And I do mean you can touch any part of me you want. I've been at the mercy of three dragons at once before. I'm excited to find out what's it's like with even more of you. And, for the record, Zap's cock looked great in those diagrams."
Ember licked her lips and turned, leaning back into High-Five's chest and lifting a leg over Zap's thigh, running her foot-claws through Elora's hair. "The attention of competing males might be a bit much for you, but I'd still love to see it."
"Please," Sunburn replied, taking Elora's offer and cupping her leftmost breast in his left hand, pushing her dress down off her boobs and squeezing the soft flesh, making her gasp. "As if we don't know how to work together."
Camo seemed to hesitate at first, considering she was one of Spyro's mates, but watching her moan and push her chest out for them was just too enticing for him to resist, the exotic allure of the faun drawing him in. He cupped her other breast from her other side, kneading her nipple and running his other hand down her back, his left claws and Sunburn's right tapping together as they both traveled toward her rump. "You've hardly touched your food." Camo whispered into her ear, concerned.
"I'll fix that." Sunburn suddenly released her and pulled her plate from her grip, straddling her thighs and trapping her legs under his weight. The plate blocked her view of his crotch, but she thought she glimpsed his cock emerging from his slit. She could certainly smell the musk of male arousal, though that scent was likely mostly Zap, her head still between his legs. "Open up, Elora."
"Call her 'goat' if your really want to mess with her," Ember added, giggling while High-Five stroked her belly. She lifted her foot to give Zap more room to handle Elora himself, the water dragon starting to pet the faun's head while he finished eating with his other hand.
Meanwhile, Camo had moved his right hand down to Elora's waist, nuzzling and kissing her belly, his wings folded down and out of Sunburn's way. The feathered wings of fire dragon were spread in a mesmerizing, symmetrical display. When he held a piece of bacon toward her, she numbly parted her lips for him, practically entranced. "There you go," he said, pushing the meat into her mouth before gently closing her jaw. "Now chew." The morsel was spiced to perfection, and Elora moaned in bliss as she chewed it up, but she deliberately didn't bother swallowing until she heard, "swallow," shuddering at the commanding tone of the drake's voice. "Good girl."
"She's so soft..." Camo muttered into her bellybutton, licking it in fascination. Rock chuckled and shook his head at the lot of them, placing his already empty plate back on the table, and noticing before anyone else that Spyro and Cynder had just entered the room.
"It's so nice to see everyone getting along so well." Cynder's words drew everyone's attention as she took her plate and curled onto a cushion a short distance away from Sunburn, near the recliner that Spyro settled onto after he gathered his own plate. Sunburn paused what he was doing and Camo pulled back completely, a huge blush on his cheeks.
"Well, go on," Ember encouraged them, giving Spyro a mischievous look. "Ask for permission."
Sunburn cleared his throat dramatically and asked, "May I feed your lovely faun?" Spyro chuckled, studying Elora's expression, and she gave him a look back that conveyed how greatly she was enjoying all the attention.
"She looks like she's having fun, so yes. There's a draconic saying for moments like this: 'stopping while you're ahead is how you fall behind.'" The other dragons all nodded their heads, each one of them proud of their culture. "Warm her up enough and you can do more, too." Sunburn chuckled at that and lifted the plate from his lap, not bothering to hide his erection any longer. "Enjoy my soft side while you can. I'm going to be a lot harder to handle when we're in the dojo."
Spyro officially had all of Camo's attention when he mentioned the training he'd planned to give them, the Life dragon walking around Sunburn and over Elora's hooves. He glanced back at Sunburn's claws, watching him extend them with a handful of eggs to Elora's face, the faun slurping the food from his hand and softly suckling his fingers to extract all the flavor. Sunburn was toying with her tongue as Camo wondered if it was really as easy as simply asking. "Spyro, may I..." He turned back to the Mage-Slayer, his words stalling under the intense gaze of his hero. If Camo asked for something that Spyro, needing to maintain his dominant position, could not grant in front of the others, that would only make it impossible to ask for anything else. He had to make an offer that would be advantageous enough to Spyro that it would overcome any social repercussion of him accepting an advance from someone like Camo when he already had access to three females who were individually easy to covet. Though he was blushing and nervous, Camo smiled brightly, because he'd landed on a request that he was almost certain would meet that bill.
"May I suck your dick, Spyro?" Everyone else tensed and looked in their direction, Sunburn's claws curling and hooking Elora's lower jaw, High-Five squeezing Ember close to his chest. Cynder gave Spyro a questioning look, and Spyro returned her gaze. It seemed like they exchanged an entire conversation in only a few seconds, and then they both looked curiously in Camo's direction. Their expressions were friendly, and he was hopeful when Cynder patted the cushion next to hers. He approached, ending up right in front of Spyro, and beneath him.
"Swear that you'll do anything I tell you to." Spyro's words gave Camo pause, but only for a moment.
"I swear it, Master." The devotion in Camo's voice brought a devious smirk to Spyro's lips, and he extended a hand to pet Camo's cheek.
"Then start licking." Spyro spread his legs and watched, staring Camo down until the older dragon lowered his gaze, yet another sign of submission, and turned his attention to Spyro's slit. Sunburn had suspended his own lewd act to witness this moment with the others, each of them honed in on the event. A male submissively attending to another male's needs was emasculating and practically unheard of for dragons of their age, most drakes becoming much older before they were secure in disregarding such cultural taboos, if they ever did. In present company, and considering how Camo had made the request, he was willingly lowering his status in relation to all of them, and the entire community of zeroes if this was ever spoken about.
Camo knew it too, and it sent a perverse shiver down his spine as he met his chosen fate, pressing his snout to the top of Spyro's slit and slowly licking the rest. He got into a rhythm, gently lapping at the warm flesh between the scutes, prodding his tongue in only slightly, enough to pleasure his Master while keeping his penetration respectfully shallow. He didn't have to wait long to feel a cock's tip against his tongue, and when he did, Spyro patted his head in a way that could almost be described as patronizing by those watching. Camo just felt encouraged, moaning desperately, his fantasies moments from becoming real. A few more firm licks and Spyro's dick was growing out of his sheath, filling Camo's mouth while still between flaccid and firm.
"You know, I've been expecting this for awhile."
"Oo aah?" Camo impulsively tried to respond, but the cock in his mouth prevented real words from forming.
"Oh yes. Your need was obvious." Camo felt claws tracing his back, Cynder humming in interest behind him, all while Spyro continued to guide his efforts with gentle touches to his face. The Life dragon gave up trying to speak, just listening as he took to his task. "I knew you'd eventually work up the confidence to ask for this, and I'm curios enough to give you your chance."
"He did make it pretty obvious, didn't he?" High-Five got the others laughing with that comment, briefly leaving Ember's side to activate Spyro's entertainment system, so he could use it to distract everyone. Making light of the situation before starting up a local match of Faebreakers got all of the guys excited to play. Elora and Ember sent fond looks Camo's way and Spyro winked back at them, while High-Five had Zap, Sunburn, and Rock engrossed in their contest. Even Cynder backed off a bit to give him some space.
Spyro's endowment was growing firm in Camo's maw, the taste of his hero strengthening with each passing second. When he opened his eyes, Camo saw that there was so much he was missing, as he'd backed his head up while the cock engorged. With the tip tickling the back of his throat, there was still more than half of the length exposed to the open air, and that simply wouldn't do. Camo's own cock had already throbbed to life and hung in the air between his legs from Spyro's flavor alone, but Spyro deserved better.
Camo's claws trailed up Spyro's legs, eventually gripping his inner thighs for leverage, drawing a snort from the purple dragon. Then, he looked up at Spyro's face, holding his gaze while he gradually pushed his face lower. In spite of his recent fantasies about Spyro, Camo had always believed himself to be heterosexual before then, and had never taken anything phallic into his throat before. Feeling Spyro's cock penetrating him, gradually stretching out his neck, was an entirely new experience for Camo, and he started gagging before he made much progress.
"Mmm..." Spyro groaned in pleasure, pulsing in Camo's maw and petting his head. Watching someone struggle to take his dick was something Spyro deeply enjoyed, and he pushed Camo back down to feel him gag around his girthy meat again. He held him there, forcing his body to gradually adjust, and Camo didn't resist, quietly choking on Spyro's cock until his own was as rigid as it had ever been and tears stung his eyes. Soon, Camo's throat was more comfortably embracing Spyro's dick, but he still only had the tip deeper than his maw.
"Gimme a snack, leafy boy." Camo moaned around his mouthful in surprise, Spyro's hands still holding him firmly in place. When he realized what Spyro must have meant, given their position, his stuffed cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he focused his magic to do as instructed anyway. One of his specialties was sprouting fruits with tough skins and stinging poisons to use in combat, something his father Isaak had taught him. However, he'd first learned to sprout ones that were safe to eat, converting magical energy into food, and vines gradually materialized along his spine in response to Spyro's casual command.
Spyro forced another inch of his length into Camo and held him there, his toes curling in enjoyment as he felt the gagging and choking starting up all over again. He rode out the wonderful sensations of being so tightly squeezed by the warm, wet throat around him, and then snatched a hand forward toward one of the vines. It had grown toward his face with a soft, beige fruit growing from it, and Spyro picked it unceremoniously. He took a big, juicy bite, relishing the rich flavor and revealing the red interior, ruby juices flowing down the skin and down Spyro's chin, dripping down onto Camo's head. "Oh yeah, that's the good stuff. Thanks, bud." Camo could only reply with a weak gag and the presentation of two other such fruits, feeling Spyro forcefully pushing his head further down without pause.
Camo felt his head yanking back on impulse, but Spyro's claws dug into his scales and refused to let him escape. The juices of his own fruits that dripped from Spyro's lips began to sting Camo's eyes, and he shut them to protect himself, feeling all the more vulnerable when he could no longer see. "I'm gonna force it for ya, bud. Tap my left side three times if you need me to stop." That whisper was even quieter than the others, not meant for anyone else to hear, and Camo felt his heart flutter in his chest. In spite of his position of dominance and how creatively he expressed that dominance, Spyro still cared deeply about Camo's pleasure, wanting him to enjoy his show of submission.
"Mmm..hmmm..." Was Camo's slow response as he fought his impulses, trying to force his throat to relax. "MMM!" Suddenly, he felt a wet tongue lick his own cock, succulent lips kissing, and then fellating the tip. The muffled moans that followed sounded like Cynder as she easily took Camo to the base, even laughing a little around his throbbing dick and gripping his hips in her delicate claws. She'd been patiently watching the pair of boys from right beside Camo the entire time, and apparently believed that he'd earned some attention for his efforts. The contrast between her feminine touch and Spyro's firm, masculine grip on his head only enhanced both sensations for Camo, his spine tingling with bliss.
"She has my permission to swallow your cum, Camo." Spyro whispered huskily into his earhole, grabbing his broadly spaced horns where they met his head. "If it's as tasty as these fruits, I know she'll love it." Camo felt him biting the second one, Spyro leaving it connected to the vine for his own convenience, and then the throat fucking started. Camo's head was lifted, then swiftly shoved down to Spyro's crotch, his base stretching Camo's jaw painfully. "Grrrr… No teeth, bitch!" Camo choked and gagged trying to apologize, struggling to force his lips between his sharp teeth and Spyro's firm dick. When he succeeded, the pressure from the cock against his lips made the teeth against them grating, but the discomfort was well worth it to hear Spyro purring in approval and squeezing his horns. "That's better."
Spyro started to relentlessly fuck his face by bouncing it up and down his dick, the pillar of hot flesh beating Camo's wet throat into submission. While Spyro was working him hard enough to decimate his gag reflex, Cynder was suckling lewdly on his tip, perfectly relaxed where she lay, her hand gently stroking what length her lips didn't touch. After several minutes of this, Camo's abused throat was no longer fighting back, and only one fruit was left. Spyro released his horns, pulled the fruit to himself, and patted Camo on the head, throbbing in his throat. "Now that you know what I want, do it for me."
"Nnnmmm..." Camo obeyed without question, as he'd sworn to, continuing the harsh abuse of his throat for Spyro. He smashed his own face into Spyro's firm crotch repeatedly, feeling his snout growing numb with each impact, and lapping at Spyro's tasty tip when he came up. He was finally tasting Spyro's pre-cum, certain that the purple dragon was getting close to a release, that the Mage-Slayer himself was about to be brought to climax by him.
"Cynder, finish him off." Camo felt a throat around his own dick, a well-practice one that often handled the much larger cock he was currently servicing himself. Cynder kissed his crotch, lapped at his cock, and fondled his balls, doing her very best to finish him off for Spyro, to make sure Camo came first.
As skillful as she was, Camo's endurance held out, and it was Spyro he really wanted. She brought him to the very edge, but couldn't finish him no matter how firmly she suckled, his body holding out for the glorious moment when he'd taste Spyro's load. Eventually, she pulled away to gasp for air, shaking her head. "He has so much stamina."
"Life dragons… Nnnngh… usually do. Nevermind it, I'll do it myself." Spyro's right foot slid under Camo's cock, and then his left stepped down on it, compressing the firm flesh between his warm toes. His feet moved forward and back at a leisure pace, little more than a tease, but Camo knew who was doing it and shuddered, briefly gagging once more on his mouthful. "Succumb, Camo. Cum for me."
"Mmmm!" He did as he was told, letting himself go, spraying semen all over Spyro's feet. When he did, Spyro purred deeply, licking juices of the last fruit from his claws.
"Good boy. Hhrrr..." Spyro forced Camo's face to his crotch and unloaded into his throat, sighing in bliss as his dominance was firmly established. "Aaaah. Here you go, then." Camo was weakly choking and snorting as his throat was filled with Spyro's cum, but his living idol was not without mercy and lifted his head again before it was over. While Camo's own orgasm was still petering out, he tasted Spyro's sperm on his tongue, his dick springing back to life and spurting out the last of his own release with full vigor once again. "Oh, you like that, don't you?"
"Mmmhmmm." Spyro laughed and pet Camo's head, running his gaze over the room as if daring anyone present to say anything. Elora opened her thighs more when he did to show off that she'd been lazily fingering herself to the show. Ember was just blushing and smiling, while Cynder gave an annoyed huff at failing to finish Camo. The other males in the room were blushing like cherries and trying not to make eye-contact, pretending to be fully engrossed in their game.
Spyro beckoned his girls to come closer and stretched out in his seat, Elora and Ember standing to either side of him by the time Camo lifted his head. Cynder sighed, staring at the cum staining Spyro's feet. "I wanted to drink that, damn it."
"You still can. Both of you." Spyro slowly pushed Camo's head down until his lips were against Spyro's foot, and then he wiggled his toes, watching as Cynder willingly lowered her own head to his other foot. "Start licking." They did, taking their time, shuddering in bliss from the flavor of Camo's cum. It was adorable to see the shock on Camo's face as his world was expanded. Spyro's amazing taste had been a wake-up call for him already, but his own was something he could have been enjoying for most of his life if he'd simply been brave enough to try it. Except, when he thought back, he had tried it a few times, and it had never been like this. The shock slowly passed, replaced with the realization that his afterglow, that licking his cum from Spyro's feet and suckling it from his toes, was improving the sensation. Spyro made the flavor better.
The same could be said for the juice of Camo's fruits, which Spyro had gestured to over his neck and chest. From his chin down to his crotch, Ember and Elora licked and slurped at his scales, drinking what had spilled from his intentionally messy bites, until Ember was laying on top of an overwhelmed Camo to drink more from the top of his head, grinding her wet sex over one of his soft spines. Spyro's feet were soon cleaned and shining with saliva, and Camo shut his eyes and groaned in bliss while Ember toyed with him. His snout was pressed firmly into Spyro's foot, taking deep whiffs from down there, and Cynder kissing his neck made him whimper in blissful surrender.
Elora leaned her breasts in Spyro's face and held the back of his head gently, nursing him with her tits and stroking his chest. After washing down Camo's fruits with Elora's milk, Spyro leaned back and chuckled. "What do you think, girls? Should we let him in?" There was a lot of enthusiastic muttering, nodding, and moaning, and Spyro smirked as Camo lifted his face to stare up in wonder at his hero. "Welcome to my hoard, Camo. My first male mate." Camo gulped as reality set in, a huge blush on his face. Spyro gripped one of his horns and pulled him closer while leaning in next to him, whispering huskily. "We'll consummate your new position tomorrow at midday. You have until then to think it over." So, Spyro had offered him a way out, should he change his mind. Camo had not been trying to commit to something more than one moment of fun, but he had certainly wanted to try, and just smiled.
"Thanks, but I'm not stupid enough to reject you, Spyro. I'll be ready."
"Hey!" Cynder shot up to her feet instantly, a huge grin on her face. "That's what I keep telling him!"
"Okay, okay, that's enough. If you want to gossip then do it on the couch. I have a lot of planning to do now." Spyro's words coupled with his stern gaze at his phone had the concern and interest of all of his mates, but they backed off to give him some space regardless. After some furious tapping at his screen, the purple drake stood, timing his stance in front of the screen to the moment a match of Faebreakers had concluded.
"Alright, lads, listen up! You were brought here because you want my protection and my training. You were told you could buy it with something other than gems, and it's about time you know what it is I want from you." Having passively witnessed Spyro's sexual prowess, being subjected to his display of confidence in not bothering with privacy for that moment, and being stricken by how composed he was even immediately after the act, the assembled males were fully engrossed in what he had to say. Cynder too was very interested, having an idea of what he was going to say next.
"To have my training, I must have your loyalty. You will officially be members of my new gang, the Mage-Slayers, and our ultimate goal will be a coup. I will overthrow the corrupt and ineffective Council, to become the next King of dragon kind. Securing these realms and protecting those who live here has fallen to me in these past years, proving the current system to be as foul as I accuse it of being. I cannot be expected to singlehandedly save our nation; nay, save our worlds, countless times in the future. It is time I had help. All of you will be the first. Swear your fealty to me as King, follow me as your leader, and let me teach you to defend yourselves against darkness. If you do all that I ask, evil shall never easily victimize you again."
Cynder was the first to spring forward, jumping over the shocked Sunburn and bowing until her head was nuzzling the floor, her knife-tipped tail raised like a salute into the air. "I swear my eternal fealty to Spyro, King of Dragons." Sunburn gingerly stepped around Cynder, studied her posture of prostration, and shrugged.
"Never thought I'd join a gang again, but fuck it. He'll be a better ruler than anyone else anyway." Sunburn followed Cynder's example, bowing and repeating her words. His friend, Zap, did the same, as did Spyro's other mates and the former Mountain Crackers.
"Good. Now, let's get to work. We've got a monster to hunt and some allies to gather. On to the entrance hall!"
While they were filing out to the halls and eagerly chatting about what Spyro might have planned, Cynder moseyed up to Spyro's side with a huge grin on her face. "Sooooo… I get the training too, right?"
"You're a gorgeous dragoness and a mate of mine. I love you deeply, but the training must be brutal and merciless to be effective. It will be difficult for me to put you through that, but I'll do my best. And as for what I know you want to suggest next-"
"Oh come on, you can't possibly know what-"
"Cynder, please. Don't coerce Ember into the training. I know she doesn't want it. Elora's been explaining that it's probably not mandatory to her since we started this little stroll. Elora physically can't do it, either. Dragon-kata is not something non-dragons can imitate."
Cynder huffed, flicking her tail. "Spyro, I know she can do it!"
"Maybe she could, but why does she have to?" Cynder didn't have an answer to that, her wings shuffling in contemplation. "Think of Ember's mother. Had she been at her current post when we were younger, would we have even run from the orphanage? The love she shows to those kids is more important than any one battle. Ember takes after her mother, and I want our children to have a mother like that. I won't crush her spirit with the training, and I can't show favoritism by coddling her while the others are held to proper standards."
Cynder smirked, lifting her head to show off her sinuous neck. "And what about showing favoritism toward me?"
"You'll earn it with combat performance, so that'll be fine." Cynder giggled at that and dipped her head in apology.
"You're right, Spyro. I'm sorry for being so pushy. I'll help Elora calm the poor girl down."
When the very unique drawbridge opened for them, two adult dragons were waiting at the other end of the moat, making the collection of zeroes and one faun go silent at once. Spyro stepped forward, tilting his head questioningly at them. "Cho Lei. Lateef. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
"You owe it to the pledging of our allegiance, of course. The Council is moving against you, Spyro. I suspect that Elder Thomas has some ploy in the works to weaken your political influence. One day, you will realize that you would make our best possible King, and I would like to keep your position strong in the public eye."
Spyro nodded to Cho and turned to Lateef, the Dream Weaver speaking next. "To be perfectly blunt, I don't fully understand what's happening in the Council, but Cho is my mate and is much older and wiser than I. If she would follow and serve you even now, then I will as well."
"If you speak the truth, then swear your fealty to me." Having just done so themselves, the other young dragons around Spyro felt the weight of responsibility set in as Cho Lei and Lateef swore their fealty to Spyro. The inclusion of the much older dragons, including one on the very Council they were working against, solidified that this was no game.
"I take it that these are all allies of yours whom you trust very deeply, or else they would not be with you while we were discussing these matters."
"That is why I did not dismiss them, yes. They've made the same pledge as you have, Cho. Still, I have work for them to do before we talk." Spyro turned around and addressed the others, his expression both commanding and thoughtful. "When you use your phones to coordinate, pretend this gathering is for a meeting to discuss the guest-list of my upcoming party. Sort of like an intimate get-together, if you will. In reality, we are securing those close to me here so they will be protected from assassinations. Cynder, Camo, Rock, and High-Five, go with Sparx to retrieve Agent 9, The Professor, and the young dragons he associates with. I want all of his most important lab equipment and notes prepared for transport and brought here." Cynder was confused for a moment, not having seen the dragonfly in some time, but she heard him buzzing over her head protectively in the next instant, called to action by Spyro through their psychic connection.
"Sunburn, Zap, and Ember, you three will go to Hunter's home to retrieve him and Bianca, if his wife is back home yet. I received a coded message from an old friend. If she isn't there, then she'll be on her way later with him, but she's safe. Reassure Hunter if he gets antsy, and use his collection of transport vehicles to pickup Flame, Sheila, Bentley, Byrd, and Blink. You got all those names, Lightning Gills?" Zap nodded with a blush on his cheeks as he finished tapping the list on his phone.
"I, uh… didn't want to forget one."
"Good on ya. Camo, you'll be representing me in a meeting I can't make it to any longer. A human archaeologist you may have heard of, name of Basil, just lost his family to the beast we're hunting. He and I go way back, and he wants in for the sake of revenge. He'll be working his way toward The Professor's Lab. It's up to you to calm him down when he gets there."
"You can count on me, Spyro! I'll grow something sweet for him."
"Excellent. Elora, there are a few more girls from abroad who have an interest in me. Comes with the territory of saving their realms. Zoe, our fairy friend, is going to meet you at the long-distance Artisan teleporter. There'll be four fauns, a hyena, and a royal vixen, plus whatever guards the last one brings. Take them back here and get them through security. None of our new guests leave until I can get back. Then, Sparx will pair up with Camo who will be in-charge while I'm gone. Once he's here again, you, Cynder, and Ember will meet me at Shoutfire's orphanage. Young children seem to be the beast's primary targets, so maybe one of them knows something."
Spyro began to pace in front of them, an intensity in his gaze as he looked them over. "Remember well why we're doing this today! Just one beast from the Shadow Realm still lingers here, and it is killing hatchlings! It has slaughtered a human family, and it is getting closer. 'It's only one,' the Council rationalizes. Any children who die in their sleep at its claws, they say weren't good enough to be dragons to begin with. 'Just one is too difficult to track down,' they may also say, 'not worth the effort.' Well I see it differently! I see valuable lives cut short! I see that this thing is like those I stopped when I battled the armies of The Sorcerer, a Shadowy beast that somehow reemerged from the Hell whence it came! I see that if this meager thing can do it, so might something more dangerous. I see that the Council waits, hoping more of them will arise, enough to start another crisis. Either by using this to discredit my defeat of The Sorcerer, or by sabotaging my efforts to stop this so that I may die in the coming fight, the Council has a plan here, and I will not succumb to their trickery! We will not stand idly, nor ignore the plights of those we can save!
"So, Mage-Slayers, take to your tasks! Acting decisively while we have peace is how we keep that peace! Go and prove how worthy you are of the power you will have in the new world!" The dragons saluted with clenched claws on their chests and their wings fanned out, while Elora stomped her right hoof three times, and then they were off, storming out toward the portal that would return them to the capital city of the Dragon Realms.
Spyro sighed and stepped off the bridge when they had gone, beginning to walk along the exterior of the moat whilst the bridge closed automatically. Cho followed directly beside him, while Lateef tailed them from some distance away. Spyro knew there had to be a reason for that, that Cho had some sort of plan, but he also knew she had sworn herself to his service. With a tilt of his head, he spoke to her. "Don't think I didn't catch your hints. You wanted privacy for this, so… go ahead."
Cho dipped her head to the much younger dragon, then gestured fluidly toward the woods, the same wilds that Elora had explored alone not too long ago. "Would you care for the cover of shade while we talk, little one?"
Spyro and Lateef froze. The purple drake knew this was a test of some sort, to see how he would respond to her referencing his age through his size. When he stared up into her soft, inviting eyes, he felt the urge to step into her verbal trap, to willingly humor her and relax in her presence. They were friends, afterall. "Sure. Why not?" Cho's smile grew just a little higher at his words, and she spread a wing over him to shield him from the sun as they strode to the trees. Lateef was no longer following them.
Sitting at the base of a tree, the Elder dragoness patted her shapely thigh, opening her legs for her young companion. Spyro wordlessly took her obvious invitation, clambering up between her legs and then laying back in her lap, looking up to her like a child would. "Cho, please. I need to know where I come from. I need to know who my parents are." Far from surprised by his sudden question, the older dragoness gave him an expression of matronly affection, calm and composed.
"Very good, little king." Her claws toyed with his belly, the drake playfully batting back at them with his paws, until he realized what he was doing and froze in abject terror, glancing around in concern. Lateef was nowhere to be seen. "He's waiting for me at the other side of the castle by now, Spyro. You don't have to worry. No one else will see you like this." All at once, Spyro's demeanor softened. His eyes were wet as he nuzzled Cho's fingers, clinging to her. "Shhhh… It's alright, sweetie. I'm here."
"Wh-who were they, Cho? Where do I come from?"
"I don't know, honey, but I do know how the question can be answered." Spyro turned in her lap, placing a hand on her belly and burying his face in the crook of her thigh, taking comfort in her warmth and scent. "I received a vision from Bahamut himself. He showed me that your mind is clouded by memories of hardship and woe. Only alone can you receive his guidance, and only at the proper time. Four nights from now, you must sleep alone, and then you will know the truth. That is all he could convey to me from his heavenly realm." It was soon obvious why the drake had become so calm. Spyro was nuzzling his way further down her crotch, and was taking in her scent from directly against her nub, causing her to shudder with arousal. "Oh, my sweet young king, know that I will be here for you no matter the answer. I have pledged myself to you, and will do anything you ask of me, provide whatever it is that you need. Go on, if you want a taste."
So, with none to witness their intimate moment, Spyro began to lick the sex of a dragoness much older and larger than himself, letting her essence envelop him entirely. She moaned in blissful pleasure and stroked his back with the care of a mother, and hummed a lullaby from a prior age. "Hmm… take as long and as much as you need, little one."
"That's the laser lights programmed." Said a Wind dragoness, wiping her brow. "Just need to secure us a venue now." A deep water dragoness looked up from her bass guitar to check the state of her friend, the Wind dragoness with a horn like a unicorn's from her long-dead ancestors. Long ago, dragons could cross-breed with other creatures, creating many hybrids, but the reduced overall potency of magic in the mortal realms had caused that trait to gradually wane from dragons over many generations. At present, Whirlwind's single horn poking from her head was no more unusual than Sunburn's phoenix-like wings, a trait she shared with him. Her feathers were much softer in both color and texture, silvery white for much of her wingspan, fading to the rich, royal blue of her scales near the joints of the wings. Her chest had the shine of that silvery color as well, as it was the color of her scutes, and her lack of accessories further accented her pure appearance.
"I'm just glad this will be an actual band now. Teena told me she was heading over to Spyro's to have a try at him too, because she actually met him once when her first home got busted. Sending files back and forth just isn't as much fun as recording together." Whirlwind was still in good spirits, then. She was the guitarist and the visualization expert. Echo was the bassist and the singer. They had received Teena's drum work as recorded files to play over for months, and were ready to move on from that to live performances. Echo, whose scales were larger and concave compared to those of most dragons, craved the figurative spotlight, and Whirlwind knew it. The spiked black bracelets and collar she wore made it exceedingly obvious, and her finned crest grew quite high down her back, petering out near her hips and naturally drawing a lot of attention and judgment. "It's too bad that Spotlight is so caught up in her never-ending crusade. I remember when she used to be fun."
"Shhh!" Echo quickly hushed her roommate as their other roommate could be heard fiddling with the door lock outside. Spotlight had been only a singer, but her soprano voice had added something precious to their music, before the Light Element dragoness had dedicated herself to battling evil. Echo didn't understand it, since they were in a time of peace thanks to Spyro, but the autonomy the purple drake had was one of the things that worried Spotlight so much. When the door finally opened to admit Spotlight's entry, there was no indication that she had been their topic of conversation a moment ago.
Her scales were a radiant combination of ivory and silver, accentuating her sleek figure and the tightness of her symmetrical features. Her horns were smooth and small, completely enclosed by more of her lovely scales, a rare and beautiful trait for any dragoness to possess. Continuing this trend at her wrists and ankles, her scales had grown into layered frills that highlighted her exceptionally manicured claws. Gold scales grew along her eyebrows, the top edges of her wings, and down her spine to a golden tail-tip that flared out to three points, horizontally spaced. Her scutes were a brilliant silver that shone so well that Echo could make out her reflection on Spotlight's chest.
Her slim snout scrunched just a little as she sniffed the air, looking over her roommates with her golden eyes. "Why does it smell like stale soda in here?" In spite of Spotlight's awe inspiring appearance, there were signs of her proactive lifestyle, such as pink scar tissue being visible at the edges of her frilling scales, evidence that the scales and skin beneath had been sliced off on a number of occasions only to grow back out. Her manicured claws were also as sharp as they were buffed and polished, clicking on the faux-wood floor as she stepped into the small apartment.
Echo strummed her bass and shook her head, giggling. "That would be the first thing you notice, Spot. What are you doing back so early, anyway? Thought you had some gang member to stalk." Like other deep sea dragons, Echo had yellow whites in her eyes, which had a mellow contrast with her orange irises, making her look quite relaxed most of the time. Typically, this matched her actual mood, and she leaned back in her recliner without a care, spreading her vibrant, sea-green wings.
"That was yesterday." Spotlight snapped back, flicking an empty soda can with a claw. "I don't have time to clean up after you, Echo, so Whirlwind will have to do it again." The dragoness in question rolled her eyes, shoving her small tower of laser projectors and electronics back into a corner near the modestly sized television. "This is just a supply run. Can't tango with Knifetails on an empty stomach."
"Listen up, our one and only Lightbringer." Whirlwind said with a scowl, concern in her eyes. "The Knifetails aren't shit. Spyro can keep them in check himself, and he could wipe them all off the map if he really wanted to. Instead, he's claimed one from their ranks. Do you really think the Savior of the Mortal Realms would lay with one of them if they were as terrible as you seem to think?"
"Trusting Spyro to solve all of our problems is foolish. He can't be everywhere at once; see all that happens in the realms." Spotlight gingerly stepped over a few more empty soda cans, making Whirlwind wince at herself as she watched. She really did have a mess to clean up if she and Echo were going to be presenting themselves to Spyro in the very same room. "His judgment is compromised by Cynder's beauty. I've seen it before. By the Hells, I use it to my advantage whenever Blackout shows up."
"Yes, well, maybe you should use your pretty face on Spyro next." Whirlwind grumbled back after crawling over the couch behind Spotlight, picking up and crushing soda cans as she went. "With any luck, he'll fuck some perspective into you when you get him in the nest." That earned her a restrained tail-slap to the face, and the contact from Spotlight's delicate tail-tip made her sneeze, falling onto her rump and spreading her feathered wings. Spotlight hummed in victory and strode on to the small kitchen, Echo giggling again from her chair. Whirlwind huffed through her nostrils and stood, throwing a crushed soda can onto Echo's head.
"Ow! Hey!"
"Get the fuck up and help me, you lazy cunt."
Echo opened her maw to refute that, but then closed it and put on a pondering expression. "You're right, but try not to get your eggs in an omelet." Spotlight didn't know it, but her roommates and formerly bandmates were hoping to leave their dingy apartment behind in favor of Spyro's castle. Like most dragonesses their age, they had admired him from a distance for years, and they had been a combination of bold enough to ask for his attention and pretty enough to get it. He was interested, and he had worked seeing them into his very busy schedule for the day.
By the time Spotlight left to spy on The Professor's Lab, sandwich in her maw, her roommates were well past just tidying up. They dusted the furniture, swept and scrubbed the floors with a mop. A freshener bottle from an erotic store was used to spray the scent of female arousal throughout the apartment, killing any stale odors, and then they were on to doing yoga together. They limbered up their bodies, preparing themselves for an ancient carnal ritual, a method for determining their worth as mates that dragons, some of the longest-lived people in all the realms, had never stopped using. They would lay with the male they wished to impress, and they would do whatever they had to in order to prove their worth to him, to Spyro.
The final step in this process of theirs was to bath themselves, and they had to do it quickly. Further, they had to do it well. As such, Echo and Whirlwind stepped into their small apartment shower together, soaping each other's scales down. Stroking broadly at first, they cleaned themselves off, moving on to careful polishing of every inch after the fact. With the expertise that they often didn't bother putting to use, they made themselves shine. The quiet and intimate moment left plenty of time for self-reflection, and Echo thought of Spyro, worried that he may not have an eye for a dragoness from the ocean depths. Whirlwind's thoughts were focused on Spotlight, wishing she was still with them, that she could join them right away, rather than losing herself to her self-imposed duty.
Yet, Spotlight was just the kind of girl that Spyro would want on his side, just as head-strong and proactive as her long-time rival and Spyro's mate: Cynder. Spotlight and Cynder would meet again soon, as both were on their way to The Professor's Lab for different reasons.
Once again, dragons were on the move. Once again, they schemed and plotted against one another, dividing into groups that would battle for dominance. Once again, it seemed it would fall to Spyro to clean up the mess.
