Warning! CynderxSelf lemon here! Do not read if you're under age! If you ARE under age and still choose to read this, don't tell your parents,

8

Spyro sat on the ground outside watching his daughters playing on the grass. Virtue wore a bow on her head while Rose wore a bow on her tail. He and Cynder have been living together in the Chaotic Realm for a month and things were peaceful. The children have grown a little and so have Spyro and Cynder. Cynder watched from her bedroom smiling at the family below her. "They look really happy together. I'm sure Ember would be so happy to this."

"But seeing as Ember's not here, you'll have to fill in for her."Cynder turned around to see her reflection speaking to her again, this time in a vanity mirror. She had a big grin on her face. "Have you tried flirting with him yet?"

Cynder blushed. "No. Not yet. It's still too soon. He's still grieving for Ember."

The other Cynder just laughed. "Sweety, you may want to make a move before Spyro changes his preference from tacos to sausages."

Cynder gagged in disgust. "Uggh! You're sick! Why would he even do that anyway?"

"Because his own kind wouldn't have to worry about dying in labor."

"Listen, other me."

The refletion Cynder giggled. "You can just call me T."

"T? Why T?" Cynder asked.

"I don't know. For some reason I just like the letter T."

"Right... As I was saying, I still feel shy about trying to hit on him."

"Well, how about practicing?" 'T' suggested.

"Practicing? With what? I don't see any thing in this room."

'T' giggled again. "You could practice with me, silly."

Cynder stuttered. She didn't know what was crazier, the fact that her own mind was suggesting to flirt with herself in the mirror, or the fact that she excepted the fact that part of her was a total loon and she was still listening to that part. "Excuse me for questioning myself, but am I saying I should hit on myself?"

"You don't have to refer to me in the first person, Cynder. I am you but I am also someone else entirely. That's why I refer to you in the second person."

"Arlight then, T. You really want me to hit on you?"

"Sure! If you can't make yourself horny, what makes you think you'll make Spyro horny?"

Cynder blushed even more. "I'm not trying to fuck him! I'm trying to be with him!"

"Wow, you get butt-hurt quick! Settle down! Unless you like getting butt hurt... I know I do." T gave a big dirty grin.

"You're a pervert."

"Thank you."

Cynder looked at her smiling reflection, wondering how this entity could be herself. She looked into her own eyes and brought up her courage. "Spyro, you look strong! I bet you could take on the world's largest grublins alone!"

T shook her head while laughing. "That was pretty good, but you should really try to work on your voice. Try to sound more naughty."

"Naughty?"

"You know. Let him know you want him. Present yourself to him."

"That sounds kinda... slutty," said Cynder.

"Oh please, Cynder! How do you think Ember got him? She was a total slut!"

"Hey! She was my friend!"

"A slutty friend is still just a friend who happens to be a slut."

Cynder sighed. She batted her eyes, swayed her hips, and spoke with a more sultry voice. "Why, Spyro, have you been working out? Don't lie to me. I can tell. Look at your big, strong muscles."

"Yeah. You know you like what you see. This beefy body could do so many things to you you'll lose your mind," T said trying to sound like a male. "Would you like me to show you?"

"You bet I do. I want you so bad, Spyro." Cynder felt something overcome her, as if she wasn't acting on her own will. She was a little scared, but she chose to ignore it. "And I know you want me." She put her paws on the mirror and came closer. As she came closer, T came closer. She brought her lips to the illusion on the glass, it was cold to the touch. She started licking the glass and smacking it with her lips. When Cynders moved left, T moved left. When Cynder moaned, T moaned with her, They moved together in perfect symmetry. Eventually the glass became warmer with contact. Cynder found herself rubbing her entire upper body against the glass. Cynder had never acted like this before, even when she was in heat. This was new and it made her uneasy, but she couldn't stop. She put her tail to her chest and slowly brought it down. The light touch from her own blade felt so soothing and pleasurable that she closed her eyes while making out with her reflection. She tickled her own clitoris and moaned even louder from the sensation. "So warm! I feel hot!" Cynder turned around and lifted her hindquarters to the mirror. She furiously rubbed her labia against the hot glass and found herself roaring like an animal. Cynder was lost in her own lust. "Fuck! I'm so fucking horny! I've never been this horny before!" When rubbing on the glass wasn't enough, she got on her back and tried fingering herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pleasure herself. "Damn you, Darwin! Stupid quadropedal paws!" She desperately lifted her hindleg and began eating herself out. She thanked the ancestors for her long tongue, which was able to hit all of her sweet spots. She moaned from the pleasure as well as the taste of her own juices. "Tathe tho goov! Ca thop!" [Translation: Tastes so good. Can't stop.] She desperately looked for something else to satsify herself. "The bed post!" She hopped on the bed and eyed one of the round wooden orbs on either corner of the bed. She positioned herself over one of them and slid down gently, careful to keep her virginity intact. "Fuck! Fuck yes!" She imagined Spyro's organ plunging deep inside her. "Spyro!"

Torment watched from the mirror with an evil grin. "Yes. Go ahead and fuck yourself to your heart's content. Weaken your body. Once you've bedded that purple dragon he'll fuck your brains out! You'll be so exhausted tht I'll have my chance to take over!"

8

Please do NOT take any of the advice that Cynder is receiving! Trust me, being a total slut doesn't get you a soul mate! Playing hard-to-get works better because you get the satisfaction of mentally torturing your love interest. Who do you think wears the pants in my marriage? (I'm joking about that last part.)