A/N: hey guys, It's finally up! Added pleanty of Spicy Fluff and combat, I hope it's okay.

I'd like to thank Aduro and Blaze for both giving a lil hand with the editing.

Chapter 8- Rewards:

Spyro and Cynder adjusted to Oroki's conversation as they padded through the halls towards the new dojo. They came to know a lot about him and the other feline through the questions they asked.

A system was practically set up. The couple would ask him a question, and they would have to answer a question in return. The feline was mostly interested in their journey, and how Avalar was before the end of the war. With each question the dragons answered of their previous life, Oroki became more awed.

"So what about where you come from?" the dragoness asked in a tone of curiosity. "You seem different from Hunter, and Koshek." The feline looked down to Cynder's eyes with intenseness. It was obvious that he had a tale to tell.

"Well, I don't come from these places," Oroki agreed; his amusing, exotic voice emphasized. "I actually come from the southern regions, down in the savannas." This is when the purple dragon's eyes lit up. He glanced up to the feline, eagerness in his eyes.

"Really?" the dragon asked. The light in Spyro's eyes was a quick give away to his likes. The purple dragon had a thrill for visiting regions he had never seen before. It seemed as if this came with the adventure that was forced into his life, but he got attached to it. The mysteriousness of unseen surrounding stimulated him. "What's it like down there?"

"Well, the savannas are a flat region of flat land. There are not many trees there." The purple dragon's concentration of his words caught Cynder's attention. She smiled in his direction. "We lived in small packs, nothing near to what this city is. In fact, sometimes I feel crowded here."

That's two of us, Cynder thought.

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The dragons arrived at the dojo in the building, and entered immediately. They looked about the room to seek for a hastily waiting guardian. The room was built of a special stone of a cool tan color. This was strong enough to stand a dragon crashing into it, but gave the room a smell of staleness. Fine workmanship could be seen by the engravings of a combat ring and other decorative element emblems on the floors. The walls where embedded with banners of the elements, fire, earth, ice, and lightning, and the center ring was covered with a thin layer of sand, to 'prevent' injuries. In Spyro's opinion, this truly did nothing.

The couple spotted no dragon elder in the room; and with the fact that the friendly feline had left them a brief moment ago, they could speak freely.

"No one's here," Spyro was the first to break the silence in the awfully silent room. "I'm guessing they're late." Cynder glanced around for the guardians once more, before she looked back to Spyro with an impish smile.

"I Guess so, adventure boy," Cynder teased. Spyro suddenly moved his glance to her, and looked with an eye ridge raised.

"Hmm?"

"I saw your eyes light up, when Oroki spoke about the savanna region." The male dragon flushed a light red, and caused Cynder to giggle fervently.

"Oh," Spyro responded, ashamed. The black dragoness' giggling suddenly turned into a full laughter. The female rose off her haunches, and paced to the male.

"There's no need to be embarrassed about that," Cynder stated. She walked in small circles around him, and gave him small tastes of her lips on his skin as she pressed them in small pecks. Each kiss she gave brought a warm shiver down the male's back, it felt remarkably strange. "And anyways, I like dragons with the initiative to journey," Cynder continued. The male moved his head to look at Cynder once more. His eyes scanned her as she moved past his left side, and proceeded to his right. Spyro grinned.

"And why is that?" he asked, as he expected a sly comment.

"They can venture out into unknown territory, and you'll need that with me." A sly comment it was indeed. Spyro bit his lip as he felt his blood boil and steam his innards. The dragoness was just too good at taunting him. Cynder came around in one more circle about him, and pressed her lips against his. In effect she created a smooch noise, but made sure the kiss was quick, and torturing. "You're doing pretty well at venturing into me," she proceeded. "And with every adventure, there is a treasure at the end." Once more, the dragoness struck a wild blow at the male's imaginary capacities. Spyro trembled, as he tried to hold back his 'nature'. Cynder moved in another circle, and kissed him right on the collarbone. The purple dragon released a small groan suddenly, and caused the dragoness to snicker.

"What?" Spyro complained.

"You're too easy to manipulate," Cynder commented. At that, the dragoness paced passed his flank, and stood in front of him. Her tail was in his direction, her hips along with them. She looked back to him with a sly smile.

"It's not fair, with me being a male and all," The purple dragon remarked, and held his eyes up to hers. He attempted to not look to where she had indicated him too. The male would not be taken over that easily.

"I guess that gives us girls an advantage, yes?" she giggled, but the purple dragon scowled at her. His jaw closed tight, and he puckered his eyes a bit.

"You're going to pay for that," Spyro responded, as he narrowed his eyes.

"You caused that one on yourself," Cynder reminded him. She gave the look of a deer under headlights, an attempt to look completely innocent of something she really did. "You were the one that said that it was a disadvantage to be a male." Spyro sighed, and dropped his head, slightly.

True, Spyro complemented in his mind. At that very moment the leader of the guardians, Terrador, arrived through the same door the couple had come in through. His strong scaled body crossed through the frame, and gave the room a sensation that neither of the apprentices could miss. Both of them looked to him, his strong aged smile high in presentation.

"Good morning, both of you," the master of earth spoke. Spyro and Cynder both bowed low, and showed respect to that which would teach them how to live their life as protectors of the world, practically.

"Master," Spyro responded as he rose back to his four in pride. Terrador eyed the two dragons, and twisted his smile in a delicate form. His eyes studied theirs, and looked for exotic secrets in them. From the looks of it, the news of them not having spent the night in the safe haven of this building spread quickly.

"You two have a good night's rest?" the guardian asked. Both Spyro and Cynder felt a coldness run through them as he asked, and they stiffened up. The apprentices knew that he had gained knowledge of their absence now, as well as the other guardians, probably. They smiled innocently, in an attempt to look naïve; this was not too effective. "I heard you two did not rest in this facility," Terrador complied, his crooked smile still un-removed. "Where were you two?"

"We were with Blaze," was Cynder's quick comeback. The dragoness gripped the floor the floor a little tighter then Spyro, aware of the truth of an event that the purple dragon was not aware of. This was an event that would confirm the accusations of their sexuality, which the guardian was bringing down on them, backhandedly. "We rested in his house last night," the dragoness filled in. "We had gone to eat dinner with them, and it got late, so they invited us to stay." The guardian kept his eyes on Cynder, aware that she would be the one to reveal more.

"I see," Terrador added in a tone smoothly soft. The purple dragon watched the eye contact his dragoness held with the earth master, and felt an utter uncomforting sensation. He placed his paws firm on the floor, and attempted to look prepared.

"Well, what about our training, master?" The purple dragon spoke out, his voice a tad louder than required. The guardian snapped his sight in the purple dragon's direction. His wings flinched from the scare.

"Well, training must be done, indeed," Terrador spoke, as he, to Spyro luck, swayed away from the topic of conversation. The master of earth had not lost track of this, though.

We will talk about that later, young dragon, he thought to himself.

The guardian padded through the soft floor in the middle of the arena, and created a soft crunch noise with each step he took on the sand. Both Spyro and Cynder kept their eyes as estrange as they could to each other, to avoid raising suspicion. At last, Terrador reached the other corner of the training floor. The aged master shook the sand off his paws into the arena circle, before he turned about, and looked at his two students with focused eyes.

"Well then, you two," he formally started the lesson." For today, we shall do something decently simple." The guardian trotted his tail happily. He knew that they were to thank him later on. "I want you two to practice your combat skills in a simple, magicless, sparring match; first to two points is the winner." Cynder suddenly placed a large smirk on her face, and the metal spade on her tail began to tap against the floor in excitement.

Sparring match, huh? She thought to herself. Sounds fun. She gazed to Spyro, brilliance in her eyes. As the purple dragon turned his head about, he noticed the spark within her gaze.

"Uh oh," Spyro teased with an elegant smile. "I'm going to have to fight against Cynder." The dragoness' smile flickered, as she snickered deep within her throat.

"Guess so," Cynder responded vividly. She moved closer to the purple dragon's side and cuddled to him ardently. On the spot, Terrador noted their movements, and began to come to conclusion.

"Well, you two come over to the center ring. Remember to play fairly," The master of earth commanded. Cynder was the first to rise. Smoothly, and oh so seductively, she got of her haunches. The purple dragon gazed at her as she exquisitely walked to her side of the ring, her hips swishing in the perfect feminine manner. He was mesmerized for a brief moment, before he paced to his own side. The sand felt delightfully cold to his paws. The fact that this small padding always remained under the cool shade of the dojo room saved them from burning their paws, from a warm summer sun. The male dragon shifted his position in the direction of Cynder, as Cynder did alike. Their eyes met, Cynder's eyes were abundant in excitement. She had planned something, and Spyro was aware.

"Ready, apprentices?" Terrador asked. Spyro nodded, as well as Cynder; her mind and body ever ready to start.

The dragoness had not done this in quite a while. Most of their normal training days along the past two years had been theory, and control, but not combat. This would be the first time since they were seventeen, and this could have not been a better moment. To spar with her lover would be something of grand interest. She had seen his physique at the still, but not in move. The black dragoness wanted to know how strong he was, and how able he was to hold her down. She had a want to know, how dominant he could be in terms of power.

"Ready," Cynder announced, as she lowered her body and prepared to pounce. Spyro went low as well, but in a more defensive form; classic Spyro.

"The rules are simple," Terrador explained, as he paced about the circle. "The one who gets a point is that who pins or causes the other to submit. To submit all you need to do is proceed in making a simple tap on the floor." Spyro and Cynder held their bodies at ready.

"Simple enough," Spyro taunted, as he glanced to Cynder with a sly look.

"Well then, please don't hurt yourselves, too bad, and you may begin." That was the call. Immediately both of the dragons began to circle about the ring. They studied each other, planned how their tactic would flow out. It was a sight much like one you would see from their ancestors, war bent and feral. Cynder eyed Spyro's stance, strong and held back.

Taking the defense, eh Spyro? Cynder said in mind. Classic you. She moved about the ring, but only reached a half crescent. It's not going to stop, or impress me! At that the dragoness made the first move. She clenched the floor violently and, with a strong upwards force of her forearms, she launched at Spyro. The purple dragon saw it coming just in time, and with a powerful shift to the left, he evaded Cynder's aggressive pounce. Cynder fell aside the dragon, and turned to look at the male, who already faced her.

"Close one, Cynder." The dragoness gleamed, ashamed of the fact he evaded.

"Just watch me," Cynder spoke out, coarsely. The purple dragon took the other side of the ring once again, as his feet ruffled the sand. He drew back to his defensive stance; eyes wide open for any sudden movement. The dragoness was however, still, and planned her next assault. Hey eyes drew to his stance, and noticed something that only one with such a past as hers could have called it.

His tail's not risen, Cynder thought, a grin approaching her visage. Hanging it loosely isn't a good idea, Spyro. The dragoness prepared, and once more drew out an offensive stance. She looked to him, more specifically, his tail. The black dragoness watched it carefully, just gazed at it as it trotted about carelessly. A small shift to the left to fool Spyro, and she jumped, going right. The purple dragon felt as he saw it coming, and fell to the left in an evasive maneuver. His tail however, was left behind to become Cynder's bait. The black dragoness caught it, as a small feline would catch a mouse, and held it powerfully. Spyro felt that he was in a safe distance, up to the moment he felt a tug.

"oof!" Spyro cried out, as his body rolled in an uncomfortable form. The male rolled belly side up, in a way in which his entire yellow underbelly was presented; just like Cynder wanted it. With the traction from her hind legs, she used a great force and made her second pounce. The former terror of the skies fell on her male dragon, and fiercely placed her weight on him.

"Ha!" Cynder chanted. At this point she had Spyro to the ground, both shoulders pinned. He struggled some before he ceased his actions, and allowed Terrador to do that call.

"One point for Cynder," Terrador exclaimed. At that, the black dragoness formed an arrogant smile, and released the purple dragon. As Cynder moved away from him, she wrapped her tail about his, and allowed them to slide apart seductively. To Spyro's eyes, her hips swayed perfectly as she moved to the corner of the ring. He smirked, and rose to his feet.

"Come on, Spyro," Cynder remarked in a taunting tone. "The 'savior' can surely do better than this." Spyro gleamed at her, but his throat cracked a small chuckle.

"Is that a challenge?" the purple dragon asked.

"Maybe it is," Cynder snickered.

"Well then," Spyro remarked, as he lowered to his stance. Cynder's eye ridge rose as she noted that his body fell into an aggressive stance, rather than a passive defensive one. This was new; she had never seen Spyro take the offensive unless needed in actual combat. Perhaps he was actually ready to take some dominance; Cynder could not enjoy that any better. She dropped to her position as well, one similar to the last one. They faced each other as they began to encircle about the center of the ring. Their looks studied one another. At last Spyro did the first move, a surprise to Cynder. He charged and placed his head in a ram form. Cynder was too intelligent to fall for this, and moved aside an inch before impact. The sound of rough flesh contact was heard as Spyro moved into what Cynder thought was her perfect plan. She moved to grasp his strong shoulder, as he turned for the pounce, and caught him successfully. That very moment the dragoness pushed and used her force to attempt to down the male, but it wasn't successful. She had to use her momentum to move him, which was her mistake. As Cynder pressed with all her strength the male voluntarily gave out on his balance. Inertia took control now, and due to the black dragoness' excessive force, she rolled. Cynder didn't just roll above Spyro, where she wanted to be, but rather beyond. A small extra push from the male's wings on the sand, and he became the one with the possibilities.

"Gah!" Cynder groaned out, as the dragon savior pressed the weight of his body against hers. The onyx dragoness' legs kicked out in defense. Spyro managed to cease one of her legs with the inner portion of his thigh, and wrapped his tail around her other leg as he felt a bitter sting at his waist. The male ignored it for the time being, and at last, pinned Cynder completely.

"Score," Terrador complemented in a congratulatory form. Spyro bragged with a grin, but as he let Cynder loose the male staggered of in an uncomfortable looking manner. .

"Oww," the violet dragon whimpered in silence. The dragoness looked to what she had created, as it turned to her view. She had accidentally clipped his skin deep with her claw, and drawn blood. The dragoness looked at the male as he showed a face of deep recent from this.

"Spyro, you're bleeding," the earth guardian remarked when spotted the trail of blood, which lead off from where he and Cynder had been. The onyx dragoness rose from her position in a matter of seconds, and walked to Spyro's side. She held him for support as she grasped the male's shoulder.

"Lay down," Cynder requested. She moved aside as Spyro came down.

"Is it bad?" Spyro asked. Terrador moved in to see it. He removed some of the blood to study the actual damage; Spyro shuddered as he did so.

"Doesn't look too bad," The earth guardian stated. "Just a small scratch." Cynder shivered herself now. She hated the sight of Spyro injured in any form, and this one she caused herself.

"Spyro, I'm so sorry," she resentfully spoke, as if she asked for forgiveness for something extremely serious. The purple dragon's mood was light though, tame.

"It's alright, Cyn," Spyro stated. "Terrador said it's a small scratch. I won't die from it." The dragoness' eyes remained upset, though. The deep regret rose into her visage.

"Really," Cynder repeated. "I am very sorry."

Don't sweat about it, Cyn," Spyro repeated again, a sweet smile on his face.

I'll make it up to you, I promise, Cynder thought. Her strain of thought was suddenly cut though, by Terrador's strong voice.

"Can you continue the spar?" the guardian asked. Spyro looked up to Cynder, and then back to the master of earth.

"I think I can go on," Spyro returned. He glanced to Cynder with a challenging look.

Never give up, do you? The black dragoness mentioned in her mind. That's a good thing. Spyro slowly rose to his paws, the male struggled a bit, but he succeeded. After a small stretch of his hind leg, and a purposely intended presentation of his muscles to Cynder, he walked to his side of the ring. Oh you, Cynder snickered in her mind. You're too cute. The onyx dragoness returned to her side of the combat ring, and positioned herself at ready. Her eyes focused again, and watched as the purple dragon positioned himself in an offensive stance; that was twice in one battle, a large surprise to Cynder.

"Ready, you two?" Terrador asked. Spyro nodded, and the female only did alike. "Well then, you may start."

The moment the guardian's voice was cut, the purple dragon jumped into fast action; once more, another shocker to Cynder. She had to evade Spyro's pounce with a jump to the right, but the moment he landed his body sprung again, like some sort of spring bound mechanism. The dragoness dodged again, awed at how fast the dragon moved at her. In one of her dodges she fell short, and right into the reach of the dragon. His body moved quickly, and rolled her down to her back; to Cynder's surprise, he managed to do this in a rather harmless way. Once more, the dragon prevailed in the top. The dragoness struggled to escape, but had no choice but to give in. She loosened up, as he gave into Spyro's firm grip.

"Good job, Spyro," the master of the two spoke out. "You managed to win, that last attack was rather cleaver too."

He could not help but to notice as well, Cynder figured, still below the built dragon. The male shun a wide expressive smile at him.

"Is that it then?" Spyro questioned, in a rather hasty tone. The dragoness found his hastiness rather amusing, and smiled at him. It was clear the dragon wanted more free time with the female, and no one could deny it.

"Well yes, it is," Terrador remarked. "Our day is busy anyways. I must be in a meeting pretty soon."

"Oh," Spyro replied. He managed to let his hold on Cynder lose, and walked to face the master. Now in a respectful distance he bowed, and showed the proper respect to end a class. "Then thank you, Master." The male's head maneuvered up to look at the figure of respect, and he smiled.

"You're welcome, you two." Terrador waited until Cynder was able to rise up and walk to him before he spoke again. "Well, I must be off then. We might need you later, but for now you two have the permission to repose." At that, he was off.

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The two dragons waited until the green tinted dragon left before they spoke to each other clearly. Spyro was the first to break the silence, with a wide grin on his face.

"I told you I can be offensive," Spyro stated, as he affirmed to Cynder's unspoken doubts. The black dragoness smiled at him slyly, and moved to his side. The dragoness found comfort as she cuddled to him, the male was warm. Spyro positioned a wing around the dragoness, and slowly maneuvered his extremity down to her waist. The reaction to this was pleasing to Spyro; a soft purr as the rough of his extension smoothly passed over each of her ribs.

"You're just trying to show off, proving you can take the lead," Cynder remarked in a rather coquet form. "But you're going to quickly find out that it's going to be harder in 'other' situations." At that very moment, and as if on key, Cynder escaped Spyro's gentle touch, and proceeded to walk ahead of him. Her hips ventured along with her, in a particularly perfect way. Spyro was mused to see her hips swerve in a fancy manner.

"Where are you going?" the male asked. Cynder stopped momentarily.

"Let's go to my room," she requested. "I feel that I have to reward you for beating me. You took me by surprise." At that, she went ahead. Spyro's heart skipped a beat as Cynder's words sunk into him, no matter what she meant, he would follow her.

Rewards and surprises were fun.

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