~~Oh Shiiit!~~

On the advice of my #1 co-writer/constructive-critic, Iceclaw14, I am keeping the number of OCs short. Any other characters I create other than the one in the spotlight(so to speak) with the canon characters right now, will be side ones.

Oh and just a little reminder, I use people and places as a reference to describe how certain things look and certain people sound, but I never involve them in the story. Oh and I'm sorry if this story lacks comedy compared to my others, but I think this story should be serious. On the other hand, if you have any ideas for sick jokes for this story, please PM. This chapter will also contain the 1st ever TrollxTroll lemon in my work. I've also been told my stories contain sci-fi-like vibes to them, is this true?

I think this story might be better than my trilogy, as I have more experience when I wrote this. My other stories have been re-mastered

You know what...I may as well tell you the characters I will be putting in the spotlight for the entire story right now. All else will be on the side-Spyro, Cynder, Dara, Aventus, Gavrin, Prince Zakan. Please tell me if I should put any others in the spotlight. All else are side characters, villains and etc.

WARNING

If your offended by the adult content of this story, please do not read any further. Enjoy.

After Spyro's children were presented before the dragons of Warfang...after Gavrin was presented before those loyal to Enola...ten autumns drowned the dragon realms in leaves. Ten furious once-a-year storms battered Valdin. The hatchlings of the Purple Dragon and the former Terror of the Skies became ten-year-old ready to discover and master their elements. The queens brain-damaged son became 23 and was in charge of a portion of her air armada. Gavrin would begin training in the well-oiled academy known as the Enola Youth. There, he would learn weaponry and survival skills...though everyone, especially his wife, could see that Vaulta was becoming more like the queen and the other generals with each week that passed. Red patterns played across his face...it was as if his loyalty to the queen alone was doing this to him.

Cynder escorts the her hatchlings through the streets. She smiles, not only because it was their first day of training, but also because being the mother of Spyro's children made her more tolerated among the species, smiled at on occasion. She didn't even need her male to escort her like she would before the hatching of Dara and Aventus. They bring up the rear, coiling tails and rubbing sides. Dara almost constantly shakes for no good reason. She shakes when nervous and excited. Therefor not a soul alive could tell. Aventus tried his best to comfort her in the crowds. He was like a 24-hour body guard to his sister, but he didn't mind in the slightest, as he was loyal brother since the hour they hatched.

Dara was smiling, yet trembling and looking into random directions like an owl, gaining a look of concern from her brother as they walked "Nervous? No shame in that, sis," He reassured with a kiss on the throat

"I-I-Im not shaking because I'm nervous," she began in a high, Merry Ellen Hooper like voice, shakiness in her tone, "I'm shaking in anticipation," She said with a giggle.

The mother and children were approaching the guardians palace in the center of the city: A golden stone cathedral where the guardians live and tutor young dragons in the elements. Cynder leads them up the gigantic set of stairs connecting the ground to the mammoth-sized doors.

"You kids should be excited. I know the guardians are excited to teach you and help you discover your element."

"Who taught you your powers, mom," Aventus asked as they followed her up the stairs towards the set of golden doors.

"They never taught me mine. I got all mine from being exposed to the darkness."

When they stood before the door, Cynder slapped it with her tail as hard as she could. Before long, the doors began to grind open for the mother and children. It revealed before them a yellow, stony hallway with a gigantic red carpet. At the end was a element-activated door, the same ones like in the old temple and grotto.

As Cynder escorted them towards the door of the training room, Dara and Aventus admired the architecture of the interior. "This place is gorgeous. Wish our house was like this," said Dara

"I've never seen such craftsmanship," complimented Aventus

"Me and your father used to have a room here. We've known the guardians since your father freed me. They looked after us as eggs...until Gaul smashed the rest, stole mine and almost smashed your fathers," Cynder hung her head in sorrow

Aventus pulled a angry face "Hairy bastards," he cursed.

Cynder snapped her head around to face her son and snapped, "Aventus! Language!" Gaining a low gasp and a sad head-hanging from Aventus.

Dara gave him nuzzle and laid her head against his neck as she said, "Don't listen to mom, Aventus, I love it when you bad-mouth the apes." She licked his neck once, causing him to smile.

Cynder the used her shadow breath on the red ceil on the door. The dragon insignia took on midnight purple and the door creaked upon. Within, 20 hatchlings of all elements stood before the three guardians. All turned to greet Cynder and her children

"Cynder, Dara, Aventus, please come in," invited Cyril. Cynder and her children stood before the guardians. Dara would be panicking if she weren't holding tails with her brother "They've grown so big so quickly," he complimented.

"Thanks," Cynder thanked with a smile "They'll be alright with you guys wont they?"

"Of course," Cyril nodded

"Because they're mine and Spy's babies. Remember that."

Cyril laughed "You're torturing us here, Cynder, we have to begin class."

Cynder smiled "I'll leave you too it." She then gave her children a lick on the snout "You behave for the guardians."

Cynder began to lick her son all over the face, irritating him "Mom!" he growled "You're ruining my eyeliner."

Dara eyed her brother confusingly "You're wearing eyeliner."

He eyed her back "I need it, or I look too bland."

"I'm not wearing any makeup and neither is mom. You look like a fag," she giggled

"That's 'cause you're a pretty girl in general, you coward," He snapped, causing her to put her tail between her legs and lower her head

"I-I didn't mean it," she whimpered

Aventus realized the damage he dealt and quickly gave her licks on the neck "Hey-hey-hey. I'm sorry. You know brother snaps sometimes." He was forced to tightly wrapped his tail around hers and sway them just as she liked it when sorrowful.

When Dara stopped crying, she gave him a weak smile and a playful bite on the neck before she gave him a lick and said, "Just don't do it again."

Cynder smiled at her sons way of apologizing "There's a brother." She then approached the door "Have fun."

Dara and Aventus joined the students in the group and awaited the guardians. They all swayed their tails in excitement, each was wondering what element they would discover within themselves.

Meanwhile, when General Vaulta Stone-Fist returns to his queen after a dangerous mission to one of the swampy provinces the city shares with in the continent, he returns to the left tower of the queens palace. There, because of his undying loyalty to the queen of Valdin, he has been given a quarters for himself, his wife and child. It was on the fifth floor of the tower. It consisted of two bedrooms, a master and a childs. The master had a queen-sized bed with magenta covers. The living room was quite simple for one within a palace, but it had a gigantic open fireplace and a candle

chandelier hanging by a chain. When Vaulta entered, he collapsed on an armchair and let out an angry sigh. He wasn't aware of of his wife, slowly approaching from behind, wearing a midnight-purple robe. She then have him a surprised shoulder massage, gaining a gasp from him as he looked up. He sighed in relief, realizing it's his wife and not some assassin.

She giggled before saying as she massaged him, "General Stone-Fist, you are uptight."

Author: In Dawn of the Dragon, those flying enemies that you encounter in Avalar and at the first part of The Dam are wyverns. Just needed you to know if you didn't.

He sighed angrily, "Her majesty sent me to the Valdin Province to wipe out a flock of wyverns. The bastards hit the zeppelin hard, but we took care of them...then her majesty lectures me about maintenance of the zeppelin, materialistic bitch." He gripped the arms of the chair hard "By the gods, why couldn't she have sent that idiot son of hers to do it? She gets some seamen from an alchemist, she carries him, births him, but doesn't want to care for him."

Was that rumor I heard of her dropping her son on his head when he was a baby true?" she asked, intrigue

Vaulta nodded, "Yes."

She pulled a hurt face and rubbed her head "Poor baby Zakan."

"Yeah, she says she was intoxicated when it happened, but I think that's her excuse."

Valari rolled her eyes "She's as fake as silicone boobs."

"She did have Dr General Henshin work on you when you had Gavrin."

She nodded as she massaged harder "True. And he even fixed my giny. It's nice and tight. Like new...but...that guy creeps me out- I've heard he experiments on aborted fetuses and brains," She trembles.

Vaulta asked, oblivious to his wives discomfort towards Dr Henshin, "Why would the gods give women vaginas if infants can't be pushed outa them without damaging them?" He asked, baffled by the way the trolls gods designed vaginas...if there were such beings. "Maybe they want us to work for our children or something."

Valari smiled sinisterly "Or maybe the gods are pervs and like to watch opera houses stretch for thrills."

Vaulta laughs uncontrollably through his nose, filling his veil with snot "That might be true."

Sex Scene just ahead. Skip if you're offended by such things

Valari then lowered her head down to him. Her hair surrounded his head, giving him gooseflesh "I'm not sure a massage alone will sooth you when you're like this." She then walked around the armchair and stood before him, baffling him.

He then raised a foot and rested it on his lap "I have one or two things to show you, general." She swayed her hair as she slowly removed her robe. Soon, she revealed to him a liquorice thong, her cleanly-shaven vagina being partially exposed because of her stance, and no bras to contain her breasts, engorged and slightly hanging from motherhood

His eyes snapped open in astonishment "Where'd you get a liquorice thong?! They're so rare...and," He licked his lips, though she couldn't see it due to his veil, "delicious."

She put her hand son her hips and slowly moved them. The thong barely concealed her vagina and he could see the skin of it on the sides "There's allot adult stores in the surrounding towns that sell 'em. Why don't you have a taste, general," She giggled, daring him.

The general removed his veil and leaned forwards towards it. He took one huge lick from the clitoris up, melting some of the soft candy on his tongue. She places her hands on his head and stroked his hair as he does so again and again and again slowly. She points her face to the ceiling, anticipating the arrival of his tongue when the thong was melted through. After five minutes slowly gorging upon the liquorice underwear he had finally melted a hole, revealing the center of her treasure. He plunged in his tongue and began to circle to the fold of her sex, causing her to gasp and moan towards the ceiling, resonating throughout the penthouse. She was barely able to keep her legs still. One was on the arm of the chair and the other was on the floor. When he had enough of this act, he rotated his head sideways and quickly wagged his tongue up and down her vagina, withdrawing it to its full length. She let out a pleasurable scream towards the ceiling. She began to rub the back of his head with her hands. Soon enough, Vaulta consumed the liquorice thong and left her womanhood exposed, still dripping wet in the melted candy. He slowly licked up the syrup the candy left behind. To admire her vagina, which any female appreciates a male to do, he spread his tongue over it and treated it like a triple-scoop icecream cone with three of his favorite flavors: Rum & raisin, vanilla, and strawberry. She rubbed his neck and shoulders, taking the slow licking as a compliment, knowing he is admiring her opera house, which all troll women want from a male and not males plunging in their tongues or members aggressively and selfishly.

Vualta then began darting his long troll tongue in and out of her pussy hole. She moaned grasped his head. Her legs were trembling as she felt his tongue almost reach the hole of her pelvis, rubbing her bumpy canal. Before long, she couldn't take merely receiving head and pulled away with a growl and stood before him with her wet, syrupy cunt. Vaulta watched in astonishment as she began to unbelt his jeans furiously. When the buckle was undone, she pulled it off with a 'zip' noise and threw it away. She then grasped the legs of his jeans and pulled them off as furiously as she could. When she finally threw his trousers away, it revealed his white underwear, his 10-inch-long, 3-inch-wide cock creating a tent in it. She grasped it by the waistband and literally ripped it free of his member and threw it away. She then hopped on his lap and grasped his cock, gaining a yelp from him, aiming it for her syrupy vagina. She then rubbed his tender knob up and down through her sex from the clit to the top, occasionally circling it around her fold. He laid back and moaned as she did. It was as if her vagina was a mouth sucking a lolly. She even tried to rub his tender knob around her sex, tickling it with the stubble of her shaven pubes. As did this abnormal maneuver with his penis, he gushed pre-orgasmic seamen all over her sex. When that happened, she plunged it in and began to buck against him. Both of them gasping towards the ceiling.

As she bucked against him, she faced him and asked aloud with a smile, "What's ma name, Vaulta?"

He eyed her confusingly "Hmm?"

She then gave him a furious slap across the face "What's my name?!"

He grunted and clutched his cheek as she continued bucking against his cock "Ah! It's Valari."

She bucked more passionately as she asked, "Hows is it, general?"

Vaulta grasps her butt cheeks and trembled his legs "Y-y-y-yours...Valari."

Valari and Vaulta were nearing their climaxes. She moaned in a high, honey-tasting tone as she cracked her neck and swayed her hair. When she finally reached her orgasm, she astonishingly let out a manly, lioness-like roar towards the ceiling. The roar traveled throughout a small area of the tower.

Two guards standing at either side of an archway pulled faces of fear and astound as one faced the other at the roar "What in oblivion was that?!" The guards drew their one-handed swords and pistols.

Just moments after his wife let out a manly roar towards the ceiling, she reached her climax. A burning feeling brew in her hips and muscles twitched in sequence from toes up. Gooseflesh grew all over her, her hair tickling her back. She exploded her syrupy female female jelly all over his cock. A second later, Vaulta reached his climax. His eyes shot open and his testicles came alive, throbbing.

As he unleashed his load, he shouted towards the ceiling, tears spilling form his eyes in pain and pleasure, "Oh Shiiit!" Shaking his legs. As he unloaded seed, Valari screamed in pleasure as it rushed through her canal. She was completely engrossed in the moment, she didn't realize immediately...that Vaulta's member shot seamen so furiously, it freed itself from her pussy, doused her belly, and shot a bit on her cheeks and lips, causing her to gag and desperately try to wipe it off.

End of sex scene

It was at that very moment that two guards bursted through the door, their weapons poised for a threat they suspected within the room "Guards of Enola! What's the sit-" The guard was cut off by the sight of the general and his wife, doused in seamen and laying embarrassingly on the chair. "General...we heard roaring."

Valari giggled shamefully and and placed a hand on her doused chest "That was me. Sorry."

When the guards merely stood and stared in astound and disgust, Vaulta growled, "Why dontcha take a picture. It'll last longer!"

The guards took a bow, "Forgive us," And departed, leaving the couple to clean up their reproductive mess.

Meanwhile, in the training room, it was time to bring forth Dara and Aventus to discover their abilities.

Cyril encouraged, "Step forward, Dara."

Dara swallowed and sluggishly left her brothers side and approached the guardians

"You can do it, sis," encouraged Aventus.

Dara smiled back at him as she stood before the guardians. All watched with intrigue. They would get to witness the daughter of Spyro discover her ability, a great honor.

Cyril cleared his throat "Dara, from the moment I laid eyes on you when you were born, I was certain you are a Wind Dragon...Now is time to prove it. Close your eyes." Dara stood strait and breathed deeply, but her body still slightly trembled "Now now, Dara, shaking will only impede your progress."

She opened her eyes "I-I can't help it."

Volteer had a thought, "Cyril, why not have her brother at her side. She seems comfortable, complete, collected at his side."

Cyril silently agreed, not wanting to give Volteer any satisfaction, and signaled Aventus over with his head. Aventus pattered forward and sat alongside her. She laid her tail on his, silently thanking him. The two stood still as they could, closed their eyes, and breathed deeply before the guardians "Only by forgetting what your mind knows can you learn what your ancient blood already knows."

The two siblings breathed deeply before the dragon masters. They did so for five minutes...before a white fog emerged from Dara's nostrils as well as a slither of fear from Aventus's. All in the training room gasped in astound.

Before long, Aventus let loose a circular burst of fear as his mother would. When her brother's fearful projectiles disappeared, Dara produced a small twister between herself and the guardians.

The pupils began to whistle and slap their tails on the floor, their way of cheering the brother and sister.

"Just as i thought!" Shouted Cyril triumphantly for himself and the hatchlings, "A Fear Dragon and a Wind Dragon."

Aventus then whispered a deviant plan into Dara's ear hole. She giggled in response. The two then unleashed their abilities at once. Aventus's fear breath was captured by Dara's tornado. It formed a bloody twister with sorrowful faces screaming in agony. Small slithers of snakes with horrified humanoid faces broke off from it and flew around the room. The entire training room glowed red and the students and even the guardians were wide-mouthed in amazement and fear all in one. When they had enough of frightening the students, Dara used her Wind Breath to blow apart the tornado. When it was purged, all could only stare in astonishment at the siblings. All pupils were frozen.

They would've remained so...if an Ice Dragon child hadn't unfrozen, stepped to the front of his group and complimented aloud, "That was...creative...powerful...combining and..." The dragon couldn't hold it in and screamed, "So brilliant!"

"So creative, productive, original, imaginative and inventive," Rambled Volteer.

"You can combine your elements. Such a thing can only be achieved by handful of dragons...and mages," Cyril said.

The pupils began to cheer, flapping their wings, slapping their tails on the floor and whistling towards the ceiling. Dara and Aventus coiled tails and returned to the group of cheering hatchlings, smiles on their faces, as their work here was done...

Author: Next chapter'll be up soon. Bare with me.

Id like to mention

Dragonstao

Iceclaw14

OneToBeFeared

JourneyofShadows

They have helped me and there are a few I would like to apologize to.