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Chapter 8

He yawned loudly, all four paws stretching and toes gently wiggling, legs pushing from underneath the sheets. He opened his eyes, lying on his flank he was greeted by the sight of the delicately covered window. The curtains were opened, but not fully, stopped in the perfect place, letting enough sunlight into the room to lit it, but not allowing the rays to touch his snout. The window was slightly opened, letting all that delightful fresh air fill the interior, just in the right amount of doses to prevent a draft.

Clearly a result of a precise, female touch.

Last night proved just how wonderfully scrupulous it can be.

The thought empowering him with a loving, grateful energy.

Spyro rolled on his back and immediately propped himself on his fores, mouth stretching into a wide smile, never before feeling so energetic and relaxed, he felt as if he would sleep through three nights in a row.

Female touch not only can be wonderful, but also magical it seems. Or perhaps it just takes so little to make a male tick correctly like a recently set clock.

The smile waned a little.

Cynder wasn't here.

He already craved her company, unable to locate her by any other means, his nose immediately began to sniff the air. His sensitive, draconic nostrils picked up a pretty scent almost instantly, it didn't belong to Cynder however, her smell must have wafted from the room through the opened window.

Whatever he smelled however was surprisingly familiar as the scales of his mate.

His head snapped to the side, in the opposite direction of the one he woke up to. On the nightstand there was a bloom of a violet, it had a small string attached to it. The flower was wrapped around a candle holder that was very similar in shape to a dragon's horn, this one in particular was glistening gold.

It was very familiar.

He didn't even know when his paw rose up and began groping his right, gold horn. There was nothing on it, but as he touched the horn he saw with the eye of his imagination the bloom moving, petals bending as if there was actually a finger petting it.

It's a magical flower, it was beautiful.

"Magical flower, huh?" he heard his own voice inside his head whispering a question "What powers it has?"

An image of a small, cute cheetah cub appeared in front of his eyes, dancing at the corner of his vision like a blurry silhouette in a mist. She was twirling her small body from side to side, both furry hands shyly pressed against the mouth.

"My dad told me that the flower has the power to tell if someone is good or not! I hear the grownups talk about weird stuff, but I don't believe in any word they say nu-uh! My dad told me that if somebody would be bad that flower would dry. I put it on your silly horn and it still lives! That means only one thing"

It still lives.

Heart startled to rattle inside his chest.

Not ceasing her swaying the child looked down, intertwining her clawed fingers on each hand, stretching the arms to the level of her thighs.

"You're good and sooooo pretty" she muttered, biting on the neckline of her blouse

She remembered.

By the Ancestors she remembered.

Cynder's claws wrapped themselves around the soft petals of the flower on his horn, her scales just inches from his nose, he took a mental note that she smells better than any flower.

He smelled her.

The scent of her scales suddenly invaded his nostrils, he uncorked the mental bottle that housed the most intoxicating perfume. The memory of her marvelous scent made him dizzy.

"What are you going to do with it?" he inquired, watching her as she smelled the flower with a dreamy smile

"Not all days will be easy as this one, you need to remember why you are doing this. You need a reminder"

"What kind of reminder?"

"You'll see"

Magical flower.

It still lives.

"You aren't here listening to all those cries!"

"Pretending to care about the world"

"What kind of reminder?"

"You make a mess and then leave"

"Disaster you motherfuckers caused yourselves!"

"You're good and sooooo pretty"

"You'll see"

He smiled, he would never believe that it all would take such a literal meaning. He moved sharply, leaning in towards the nightstand, burying the tip of the nose gently into the bloom of the violet and taking a soft snif.

His nose tickled by the pleasing scent of the flower.

His head smacked back into the pillow, eyes directed up at the ceiling, the smile on his snout growing steadily with each passing second until it could go no farther.

It was then when he laughed.

The irony was so funny, he couldn't come up with a better explanation in this current moment, he was simply too happy to think in more grim perspectives. Bias is funny, that's all.

And Cynder is a godess.

People might say all sorts of bad things about her, majority might even believe that she is using him just to sustain herself on their relationship, without giving anything in return. That after so much time she is still the corruptive, black scaled force that she was a very long time ago.

In truth however she was the exact opposite of all the rumors and stories.

He felt so damn proud and humbled to be one of the few able to see her true shades.

She was wonderful in every aspect, even if putting aside physical allure she still remained a beautiful creature. The soul in that body was too rich to be ignored and she shared all that wealth willingly, presenting a sample of obligation in the blissful moment of last night and a touch of dauntless, addictive independence in the subtle reminder in the form of a violet.

This was only a pinch of the ample source of positive energy that was her soul.

And he was bonded for life with that well of life giving energy.

He was so darn lucky.

He shook his head, fins on his head skimming against the pillow like a brush across a canvas. There was no hesitation in the movement, a fully charged with positive force disbelief.

He was good.

There was no sense in dwelling on the logical aspect of this conclusion, it just struck him, right now he couldn't believe that there was a time he thought otherwise. There was something magical about charm, in any form, how powerful it is, one well placed poke is enough to change everything. Everyone has a weak spot somewhere.

In his case Cynder and the flower were enough of a reason for him to discard all the thoughts the cheetahs spread about him. He wasn't perfect, he knew that, surely there were possibilities to do things differently, but always, always he did his best to avoid unnecessary casualties and pointless danger, especially when there were other lives on the line besides his own.

This is a sign of being good if he ever saw any.

He glanced at the violet.

It was alive.

Obviously the flower thought the same.

Acknowledging the idea with a chuckle he stretched once more, every limb gently shaking at its limit, muscles were filled with that nice touch of numbness that felt like a conscious out of body experience.

He had to admire once more the sensation of total relaxation he was going through right now. If Amela would examine him now, she would probably scratch her head wondering what kind of treatment puts a boy like him on his legs in a span of a single night, especially when no spirit gem inducing was brought into consideration.

He smirked to himself, letting a spark of satisfied male ego break through. He made a mental note to himself about not bringing to the cheetah's attention the magical healing virtues of Cynder's mouth.

There was some weird and really bad satisfaction to find in all of this, right now he imagined that he couldn't look into Amela's eyes right now without holding back a grin.

He shook his head.

He is not the one to fall for the any stereotypes, mother-daughter ones included. Amela was way above the standard picture anyway.

The door to his room creaked open.

He propped himself on his fores immediately, mouth freezing open in an pose of a silent gasp.

The one and only black scaled girl in the whole universe slipped inside his room, carefully as if making sure not to wake him.

His tail started to bounce on the bed on its own, thudding its own melody.

Cynder froze, raising her gaze, eyes widened when they met with his.

The tail sped up its bouncing.

"Hi" he pronounced cheerfully, voice extremely high, not suitable for a dragon of his age

"You're awake" she mumbled in shock

They stared at each other in silence, if not counting the constantly hopping purple tail of course.

Cynder giggled shyly, blush filled her cheeks as she slipped completely into the room, averting her gaze towards the handle of the door she was closing.

"Hi" she mumbled bashfully, looking around the floor as if it would be a maze filled with spike traps

The longer he stared at her the more his heart started to ache, by now he even didn't try to deny that he wasn't much of a proud male around her. Only mere hours of separation and he already missed her, maybe it was the afterglow of the oral experience she gave him last night and his grateful heart just couldn't remain silent, or maybe it was just love.

Didn't know, didn't care.

The shy Cynder of today was far cry away from the sexually confident and dominating girl from yesterday and yet he didn't crave for the former to return. No matter what shade of her personality he saw, he loved all of them with the same passion.

"How are you feeling?" she propped her head finally, the sweet blush burning deeper lines on her snout

She was adorable.

Their eyes met once more.

His tail picked up the pace once again, it was beating against the bed with such ardor that the wood began to whine.

Her eyes fell on the tail, she swallowed an uneasy bulge of saliva.

"That good, huh?"

"I love you"

She snorted in intimidated amusement.

"You better do"

"Thank you for last night"

She smiled at him, by the Ancestors how beautiful she looked with that blush. He had to scratch his chest, the pounding of his heart achieved such a tempo that the ribcage began to whine in pain.

Cynder walked in his direction, keeping the charming virtues of her snout intact, each step she made caused his tail to spring up higher, by the time she reached the bed it was slamming against the boards with the strength of an axe chopping down a tree.

She put a paw on the underside of his tail, tenderly pushing it down, it flattened on the bed obediently. She began caressing it to coax it into serenity. The toes on his hind paws curled, a cold shiver vibrated across his whole loin when her touch reminded him of the experience of last night. Even if she didn't intend it, her touch was so damnable teasing to him, a small slide up would be enough to repeat the scene from yesterday.

"Shhhh" she whispered, fondly stroking the gold scales of the underside of his tail

"I've missed you so much" he whined like a loyal pet yearning for the presence of its loving owner

She made her way to the side of the bed, to the spot where he saw her for the first time after he woke up.

They kissed, locking their lips in a loving, respectful embrace.

He rose his paw, it landed on her neck, immediately beginning stroking her back and wing. Submitting to her wishes was exciting, but it couldn't compare to the feeling of her soft scales under his paw.

She pushed back, grabbing onto his caressing paw, kissing it and planting it back on the bed.

"That's enough, someone might walk on us"

"Where have you been?" Spyro pleaded "You didn't spend the night here?"

She averted her gaze, the blush on her snout so fierce that he expected her brain to melt and leak from the earholes.

"I've wanted to, but... I... ummmm" she licked her lips

"Was too horny" she heard herself speaking inside her head

"... couldn't sleep!" she yelped, scratching the choker on her neck she cleared her throat "So I... opened the window to get some fresh air in here...to... to..."

"To get rid of the smell of sex"

"help me fall asleep!" she yelped out a squeak, perking up as if she got pinched in the butt "It didn't help so....I....ummm....I...."

"Masturbated"

"...took a bath" she whizzed out, playing with the choker around her neck, pulling and pressing it against her neck alternately, it became hot in here and she had troubles breathing

"A.....A...."

"Thinking about Spyro"

"....a long bath" she licked her dry lips

"Until I cried out his name"

"...a nice, long, big, bubble bath" she let out a prolonged pant, tongue rolled out of the mouth

Cynder was blushing so fiercely that she practically radiated heat, if he wanted to he could heat water on her cheeks. He was intelligent, besides you didn't have to be a genius to realize that Cynder wasn't telling the truth, it wasn't hard to read in between the lines.

Nobody blushes when talking about taking a bath, of course if that bath is focused on washing yourself.

He touched her cheek, she winced as he ran it gently over her snout, the burn must have sting her. This wasn't the perfect moment, he wasn't really excited to begin with, but he had a favor to return and seeing how troubled she seemed right now he just couldn't stay idle.

"My strength returned" he whispered invitingly, claws moved to rub at her neck

She immediately strained, big eyes landing on him. She too was intelligent and could read in between the lines.

"Are you crazy?"

He shrugged with an indifferent smile.

"Possibly"

She got hold of his paw, stopping its caress.

"Prop that nose then, I'm already itching to sit on it"

"You don't need to be sarcastic, the offer is serious"

"It's the middle of the day Spyro, anyone can see us, how can you say that you are being serious?"

"I promised to make you feel good, I just want to stay true to my word, especially seeing you like this. I'll take the risk if it means I can help you, besides I owe you, two times now. For last night and..." he slipped from her grasp, intertwining his paw with hers and giving it an affectionate squeeze "...for the reminder" he nodded at the flower "Thank you"

Cynder took a glance at the violet, her head snapped back in a second, a beaming, beautiful and proud smile stretched her lips. The blush began to fade when her mind was occupied by something else than intimacy.

She didn't lose anything of her natural cuteness.

"You noticed?"

Her joy was addicting, purple lips moved on their own to reflect the cheer she was offering him.

"Of course I did and if not for the risk of getting caught I would hug you so tightly right now that your eyes would pop. You're great"

She poked his nose playfully.

"I'm your walking notebook, when you're going to doubt yourself again, I'll be here to smack you across the head"

Spyro grinned.

"Promise?"

Cynder giggled.

"Promise"

The door to the room creaked, Cynder instinctively jumped back, nearly tripping the nightstand over.

"Why is it so cold in here?" a female, cautious voice resounded inside the room even before the owner of it showed her silhouette

Voice alone was enough for the two dragons to tell to whom it belonged to.

Amela stepped into the room, she acknowledged their presence with a brief glance before, with a kind smile striding towards the gaping window.

"Good morning, I'll be right there with you darling"

"Goo-"

"Did you open the window Sweetheart?" their greeting was interrupted by the warm, yet stern question

Cynder gulped, suddenly she regretted that she lives.

"Y-Yes, I thought Spyro could u-use some fresh air"

He furrowed his brows, trying to look casual and not focus on his mate, who's unexpected intimidation was surprising to him. Cynder nearly never stammered, he couldn't decide if the respect she has for Amela, that probably equals his own is a good sign or not.

"The chill is strong, it had to be opened through the night" Amela closed the window

"Yeah, I-"

"Patients shouldn't be exposed to prolonged chill, it never is a good idea. Especially those who's condition cannot be diagnosed so easily. Even the tiniest speck of dust might be hazardous. Sterility of a hospital is crucial" the cheetah played with the curtains, rearranging them according to her own expertise "Even more so in a place like this"

Cynder cringed, she threw her mate a guilt filled look, sincere apology and fear radiating from them.

It was quite clear what she was thinking about, they weren't quite focused on keeping this place sterile last night, the room would never be called like that again after what they did without some uncompromising scrubbing.

Besides that Cynder was really struck by Amela's words, it made her really worry about his health, the cheetah convinced her without any problems that she might be the reason behind some unexpected, ugly consequences.

Both Amela and him knew that no such consequence was coming.

Cynder never grew among parents that loved her, basically she didn't have a childhood, at least she doesn't remember having one. She didn't have a place to pick up the standard rules and way of behaving in a family, this is why Amela stirred such terror in her.

Even if there wasn't a dose of condescending and blaming tone in the healer's voice.

Amela was in what he called a mother's lecturing period. There was no anger and disappointment in play here, everything that already happened can't be undone, while not completely thought through, the intention was good and that's what mattered for a mother.

You don't punish ignorance, especially when it was dictated by the heart.

Amela wasn't mad at Cynder, he believed that she was proud actually, but that didn't mean that the potential dangers of such actions can be ignored and Amela, as every loving mother, wanted to make sure that Cynder remembers that.

Judging from the terror crushing her spine he was quite certain that she will relive this moment for the rest of her life.

It was a good lesson, even if it might seem a bit cruel towards his mate. After all he knew that even a heart of gold is capable of doing evil. If the disintegrated corpses in Boven could speak they would agree with this theory.

No matter how valuable it was, he simply couldn't leave Cynder like that without any assistance.

"The air helped, I feel great" he winked at his partner, trying to sound as cheerful and lively as possible

"Let me be the judge of that darling" she petted the curtains, giving them the final strokes and confidently turned in their direction

Instead of approaching however, the cheetah froze and her eyes grew wider in alertness.

He gulped.

Okay.

Now he was nervous too.

"Amela?" he mumbled, feeling as if he would be poking a presumably dead monster with a stick

"What happened to the bed?"

Okay.

Now he was terrified too.

"By the Ancestors" Cynder muttered next to him, the whisper like a dying breath, even from here he could hear her rapid heartbeat

First thing that crossed his mind was that Amela found the marks of their last night's adventure, there was no logical process put into this thought, frightened mind coming up with all sorts of exaggerated ideas. One such idea included the image of the bed and the sheets in general being covered in huge strokes of his dried sperm, by some magical and unexplained means Cynder had to miss all of that river of cum in the night.

He looked down his extended legs, they were neatly tucked under the sheets, even if he kinda kicked them off when he woke up today. His tail was also there, not glued to anything. The sheets were in perfect condition and most importantly, clean.

He let out a sigh of relief, turning his head to offer his partner a reassuring smile.

Cynder's expression was unchanged however, paw rubbing back and forth along the choker. The metal bracelet glistening with sweat.

"From where did all those holes came from?"

He saw Cynder swallowing, the bulge got stuck, she was slowly becoming blue. One of her claws slid behind the bracelet, pulling it away from the neck. The bulge went down, he could hear it dropping into her stomach with a thud.

What holes?

He looked around the bed once more, looking down his stretched out legs, that edge was where all the action happened, yet no matter how hard he squinted his eyes he couldn't spot anything that would grab his attention.

He wiggled his tail.

Nothing.

He wiggled his hind paws.

Nothing.

He wiggled his wings.

Nothing.

He wiggled his front paws.

Uh-oh.

Blood drifted away from his snout. He didn't want to look, but something was very wrong with the sheets near his forelegs.

He clenched and unclenched his toes alternately, claws occasionally sinking, that material over there was ripped, exactly in the size of his claws.

"Spyro?"

He gulped, again and again, the cheetah's question stinging his senses like a burning scar left by a whip. He was responsible for those holes, he didn't know how he actually made them, or when for that matter. All he knew is that it happened yesterday during their small moment of intimacy, there was no point in searching for the actual time of the event. For the record everyone should be happy that some little holes were all the evidence he left at the scene after last night, it was a miracle honestly that after all that passionate attention Cynder gave him yesterday he managed to hold himself back and not torch this place to the ground.

"I-I-I had a bad dream" he tried to swallow, but there was no saliva left in his mouth, all he managed to do was to irritate his throat

Amela folded her arms on her bust, she looked down for a second Spyro noticed one of her brows rising in surprise. He expected the cheetah's clever eyes land back on him, but they aimed themselves at Cynder.

"A bad dream? It must have been a side effect of the magic influence you suffered through"

"Yes!" he exclaimed, nodding fervently, immediately sniffing out the chance to get out of this unscathed "That is exactly what happened!"

"Shut up Spyro" Cynder hissed through clenched teeth

He bit his tongue before it spilled more words out, the tip protruding from his mouth like some sort of a worm from an apple. It struck him, Amela was pulling his legs.

"Sweetheart, you too had a bad dream?"

"Me?" Cynder blurt out, balking in attention "No, I don't think so"

Amela tapped her chin, in what seemed to be a moment of concentration.

"That is most peculiar, because it would explain why you don't have the splint on your wings any longer, especially if I asked you to keep it on at least till the end of this day"

He saw as Cynder tottered on her legs, she was at the brink of fainting.

"I took it off" she whizzed "It started to hurt me"

"You did? Where? Can I have it back? It's really important, if it was causing you discomfort then some improvements have to be made"

He instinctively slid to the edge of the bed, extending his paw inconspicuously, he put his paw on her butt to keep her steady. He felt as she pressed her whole weight onto it, if not for his paw she would topple over.

"I-I don't know Amela. I've...ummm...forgot"

"Huh" the healer huffed, kneeling down

When both of them noticed the cheetah reaching under the bed their bodies began quaking in perfect unison with their pounding hearts.

She got up, holding a cracked piece of a splint.

Cynder whined.

In all honesty he didn't even notice that her wings had a splint inserted, judging from her reaction though it was quite clear to say that she recognized this piece.

"You forgot you say" Amela looked over the broken splint examining it like a scientist examines a liquid in a flask "That's too bad, because I would like to know why there is a broken splint, looking exactly like the one I used on you, under the bed in a room where you spent the whole night"

Cynder pressed her flank against the bed, shaking violently, if she could she would climb under the sheets.

"Spyro, darling" he balked, choking on his own breath as he strained in attention

Amela was pointing the split at him as if it was a blade of a sharp sword.

"When did you wake up?"

He opened his mouth, ready to spit out another lie, but then enlightenment struck him, sometimes his mind just worked this way, in a moment of total confusion and fright something clicked inside his skull and everything became clear. In situations like those there were only two conclusions, either it will work or it is pointless.

Lies in this case were pointless.

Amela was using the favorite tactic of his father, usually such approach was aimed at Sparx, only occasionally at him. Sparx was always the hardest one to admit guilt and dad was aware of his love for bullshitting his way through life. Leading Sparx into the corner was the only way of making him admit to anything, most of the times though it was an embarrassing confession, especially for him. Sparx was always on fire when it came to selling bullshit whenever he pulled out a prank on him, leaving him always flustered.

In their relationship Cynder unwillingly took the mantle of young Spyro, due to her unfamiliarity with social etiquette and overall awkwardness when it came to emotional bonds, she was the perfect material for a loser in a sibling relationship.

On him had fallen the responsibilities of young Sparx, he however lacked the skills and the heart to keep on lying and put Cynder through more misery. He already imagined what Sparx would do in his place, Cynder basically offered herself on a platter and his brother really likes to play with his food.

He knows that all too well.

And people say childhood is a magical time.

He sighed deeply, all the nervousness he felt miraculously whizzed away with his breath, he was calm, completely calm.

It was funny how accepting your fate gives so much closure.

"In the night" he responded, this time honestly

"Nooo" Cynder mumbled pitifully, her whisper full of embarrassed pain, paw poking at his flank from underneath the sheets to make him reconsider his approach

Amela's ears perked up in attention, she wasn't clearly expecting such a straightforward answer, the splint she was waving like a sword dropped down, lining against her leg.

"And? The reason for not calling me?"

"Cynder was here to greet me and before we knew it our meeting became intimate" he confessed without hesitation, like many times before he confessed his sins before his parents

"Spyroooooo!" his mate let out a devastated, admonishing squeal, tucking her head under the sheets like an ostrich a head into sand

The heat of embarrassment she was emanating was at the brink of peeling the scales off of his body. He had to slink away from her to avoid that fear becoming real.

Amela shook her head, sighing sadly.

"This is what I feared, youth has no respect for life. I know that hormones can be hard to control sometimes, believe it or not I was young too once, but that doesn't justify reckless action" he pointed the splint back at the purple dragon "And I blame it mainly on you darling, mating in your state could be taxing, it might feel enjoyable, but you need to think about consequences, mating when ill is never a good idea. You might have hurt yourself, or even Cynder without even realizing it, sex is the most easiest way to pass diseases, body fluids exchange is the reason for most of the infections"

The cheetah gently smacked his protruding tail.

"Ouch!" Spyro yelped, tail bouncing up

The splint stared at him once more.

"And it was up to you to tell all of your issues to your partner, warn her of your condition and not take advantage of her willingness! You should know better than that Spyro!"

She gave him another tender slap, this time his left draconic foot was the victim, it had the unfortunate luck to be protruding from the sheets, receiving a smack against the exposed sole.

"Sorry!" he squealed, curling his toes and drawing the paw back into the safety of the covers like a turtle hiding its head in a shell

"Don't you think I forgot about you Sweetheart!"

"I'm sorry!" Cynder squealed as if she was being dismembered, she was shaking on her whole body

"You told me you know what's at stake! You promised to watch over Spyro!"

"I'm sorry!"

"You know what well-being of my patients mean to me! By allowing you to stay here I counted on you to help Spyro get better and not risk his health!"

"I'm sorry!" she crawled through the bed, resting her upper body on top of the purple chest, only rump remained outside

"I'm feeling great, Cynder helped Amela!" Spyro noted, standing on defense of his mate

The splint jerked up, whizzing through the air until with an audible ping it stopped right in front of his nose.

"I'm not talking to you now" the healer snarled, never before he saw such roughness in the old cheetah's eyes

"And you!" she poked the bulge of bed sheets that took the form of Cynder with the splint

The dragonesses whined.

"You deserve spanking for not controlling your urges, mating with your partner and betraying our deal. Naughty girl!" the splint went down, giving the exposed black butt a gentle slap

"Eeek!" Cynder squeaked, bouncing forward and climbing onto the bed with one pounce, acting as if her tail was on fire

She stepped with all of her weight on his underbelly, making him cough and stealing all the air.

"She's innocent!" he rasped, soft paws of his partner trampled nearly all parts of his body in their chaotic search for cover "We didn't mate, Cynder only used her mouth!" he coughed out sharply

"Don't tell my mom things like that!" she jumped, smacking both paws on his mouth

From the outside it must look like a monster from a child's dreams was finally born underneath the sheets and now is strangling him with its black, clawed paws that grew from the pit of darkness below the sheets.

Amela seemed taken aback by the revelation, the piece of splint, previously a scolding weapon seemed to lose all of its intimidating power. It flopped down near her thigh together with her arm, the splint nothing more than junk.

The cheetah's ears twitched several times.

"You had an oral intercourse?"

With paws still on his mouth Spyro remained still, the claws were way too close to his eyeballs.

"No we didn't!" Cynder yelped in pathetic defense, the blush seemed to crawl onto her paw scales "I did no such thing!"

"Were you the initiator and the dominating factor of the act Sweetheart?" Amela aimed her gaze at the bulge of sheets, the intent stare she was giving it made her look like she could clearly see through it

Cynder shivered.

That medical, nagging and persistent jargon again, she hated it.

"No! Nothing like this happened!"

Amela smiled, scratching her earring.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm a healer I'm familiar with every aspects of the body and every shade of sex. We are thinking, curious creatures, it's in our blood to spice up the natural urges and experiment. If the act is consensual and everyone is satisfied then embarrassment has no place to sprout roots"

Spyro mumbled into his lover's paw, the mutter was incoherent, but it drew Amela's attention anyway and he was glad it did because Cynder was choking him. In panic she was crushing him, limbs pressing against every vulnerable spot as she laid on top of him, not to mention the paws on his mouth that were effectively blocking every breathing hole.

He didn't have the heart however to throw her off.

Amela strode forward, pressing her hands to the figure below the sheets, as expected mere touch was enough to make the girl skitter away as if rolling away from falling rocks of a collapsing celling

He gasped loudly, hacking as he drugged himself on fresh air.

The healer patted the purple chest.

"Are you alright darling?"

"Yeah" he coughed

"I'm not judging Sweetheart" she directed her words at the curled into a ball form of white sheets "What you did last night is not embarrassing, choking your life partner would be. In fact I must say that my starting opinion was false and I'm sorry for that. While I don't support submitting to our carnal urges in this moment, I must say that your sexual interaction ending on oral pleasures is commendable, even in the heat of the moment you took your partner's health into consideration and that alone is enough to warrant a lower sentence of my scolding"

"I can't believe we're talking about this" Cynder mumbled from underneath the sheets

Spyro sunk a little into the covers himself, trying to rub off the discomfort by touching his neck, this conversation was too invading and personal for his liking.

Furry paw pinned his chest, stopping his descent.

"How are you feeling darling?"

"No!" Cynder cried out "Not the questions! Please Amela!"

"W-What questions?" he swallowed hard, he didn't like the sound of that

Amela's stare remained professional, kind, genuine smile stretching the lips, yet he noticed her tail gently swishing, it was really a traitor. He was quite certain that a professional shouldn't take any joy from her patient's discomfort.

But Amela was a mother.

And it's a mother's job to teach her children.

Especially when they misbehaved.

The realization of this wasn't very helpful, in fact it made him more nervous, he preferred to be oblivious of the tactic, surprises hurt less.

"Spyro?"

His startled eyes grew even wider, catching himself on the fact that it was impolite to ignore the women your mate treats like a mother.

"I-I'm feeling great. I fully recovered"

"No headaches?"

"Nope"

"Nausea?"

This was strange, were these the questions Cynder was so afraid of? It seemed like a standard procedure for him, every respectable healer would ask such questions, especially the one who had other connections with the patients than just professional relations.

Why the tail wagging then?

"Nope"

"Numbness?"

He kept shaking his head, rushing through the easy questions as if he would be charging through a formation of apes.

"Nope"

"Muscle pain?"

"Nope"

"Any inconvenience due to the overload of magical energy?"

"Nothing"

"General mood?"

"Very good"

Amela folded her arms, he noticed a fang glistening arrogantly.

"In summary, the portal caused no after effects besides tiring you out and overwhelming your senses?"

"That is right"

The cocky fang that at the beginning merely poked through the lips, now glared at him in full glory.

"Perfect. How about your penis Spyro?"

"Ancestors" Cynder squealed, her whole curled body squeezed harder, to the point that she bit on her own tail, wanting to be one of the snakes that eat its own tails

Spyro however was out of breath, slowly beginning to realize his partner's fright regarding the questions. His eyes were so big that they nearly popped out of their orbits, staring at the cheetah as if she was an Ancestor herself announcing his ascent towards the stars.

"My what?" his voice was like a breath from a nose, weak and barely noticeable

"Your copulation organ"

"My copulation organ?" another one of those whispers, his paw instinctively started to slide down his body to reach the crotch and cover it

"This is not happening, this is not happening" Cynder muttered, her voice muffled by her own tail in her mouth

Amela nodded, despite her best efforts to keep true to her professional charade, her tail made a strong, amused swing. This was reaching way behind the boundaries of privacy and medical examination in this particular case. While diagnosing health issues after sex were important, she knew that it's against the moral codes of her profession as a healer to try to break the wall of embarrassment forcefully, especially if the patient didn't come to her with such issues to begin with.

She would still ask if they both felt okay after their intercourse, she cared too much about those two to just ignore any potential danger but she would end it on that. They both were no longer virgins that can harm themselves, a case that is very popular among dragons, Cynder told her all about it previously, it was enough to tell that they were extremely careful, an admirable trait. This is why she knew they didn't harm each other last night.

Still, they knew her rules about patients, they always come first, no matter the intention and loving attention, sex was uncalled for and might have had serious repercussions. In that area she was serious.

But the time for being a professional was over, they were her children and they misbehaved, they need to be taught a lesson.

It's her motherly duty.

At least that's how she imagined she would feel if she wouldn't lose her baby.

"Yes, your penis" she pressed her hand to her heart, in a popular gesture of showing honesty "You see Spyro, I'm a healer, it's my duty to take care of my patients and make sure they aren't in any physical discomfort. Sex, even oral, might bring such discomfort, especially when it is performed by creatures with sharp teeth like you dragons"

"I'm fineeee" Spyro squeaked, he pressed his thighs together, impulsively shrinking the space that would allow to reach his loins

"Oh darling" she smiled warmly, throwing him a pitiful, kind glance "If I believed those words whenever I heard them the population of this city would be cut in half"

She clapped her hands, ears perking up.

"Now come on"

He felt withered, it was like all drop of water and blood would leave his body. This is probably the way he would feel if he would die of starvation.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Don't fool around" she waved her hand in a wide arc as if telepathically discarding the sheets "Drop the covers, I need to examine you"

Cynder whined audibly, sounding like a squeaking mouse.

"You see me" his tongued moved on its own, forming a desperate defense

"From here I can't see your crotch"

He felt as if his lungs collapsed, if he didn't feel sick before, he surely did now.

"Whaaaaaat?"

Amela reached down, grabbing onto the sheets with the intention to swing them off through Spyro's hind paws. Purple paws immediately latched onto the covers to keep them in place, the grip as strong as the clench of a golem's fist.

"Spyro" she admonished him, giving him a rigorous glare.

"There's no need, I'm fine" his claws sunk into the material, over and over again, he could barely maintain a good grip, it was extremely slippery all of a sudden "Fine, fine, fine"

Judging by the immense blush covering the boy's snout and beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, she could clearly tell that he is learning his lesson.

"Don't be shy darling" she eased on the pressure, after all this was all just a tease, she had no plan on molesting him "I have many years of experience in this profession, I've seen everything. A dragon's penis is no different to me than an arm, a body part like any other. I've seen many draconic genitals in my life, both of young dragons like yourself and adult ones in their prime, few elders were also there. You don't have to fall into complexes in front of me, I know what to expect, you are going to be small compared to other older dragons, but it is normal"

His tail started to make all sort of crazy maneuvers, trying to block as much space as possible and never truly deciding which position is the right one.

"N-N-Not helping"

"You must understand the danger Spyro. fellatio among your species is considered far more dangerous than standard intercourse, infections aside, it is really easy to cause harm. Due to these" Amela used one of her fingers to prop her upper lip and another one to tap at the revealed fang

She closed her mouth, licking her lips.

"Abrasions and bite marks are common, inexperience and lust are usually the two main forces behind this, they include both partners. The female doesn't need to be the one responsible for the discomfort, while it is very often the case that a girl doesn't control her bite and gives in to lust, it is also the male that sometimes forces the situation by one unfortunate thrust"

Pictures that a mind only infested by nightmares could come up with filled his head, he could see Cynder bobbing her head, her mouth full of his penis. Blood trickled down from her mouth, each bob of head scratching him.

"Sometimes things became so passionate, that lacerations appeared, it wasn't a very uncommon sight in my line of work. When a male is excited blood accumulates in his genitals, one hole is enough to flood a room with blood"

The picture morphed, instead of small trickle, Cynder was now vomiting blood, her head bobbing all the time, flashed out teeth no longer merely scraping him, but shredding, strands of his flesh dropped on the bed like leaves from a tree.

"No!" he blurted out, paws shot back at his crotch, protecting it and muffling the imagined sting "Nothing like this happened! We were careful! Very careful!"

"Hush" Amela placed her hand on his heated forehead and rubbed it fondly "Hush. If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened" she said softly, teaching a lesson was one thing, but scaring them away from seeking medical help was the other, a time might come when they would really need medical assistance and they would be afraid to come

Since the scenarios she described weren't merely a fantasy.

"How about you Sweetheart?"

"Amela, please, no!" Cynder cried out from underneath the sheets, her whole form shrinking even further

She probably has gone through enough already as it is, after all it must be difficult for someone like her to admit in front of her, who she considers to be a mother, admit that last night she indulged into a sexual activity, not to mention that it wasn't the typical method of mating.

While she came to a conclusion to leave her be, deciding that she has gone through enough torment, seeing that she crawled under the sheets and never poked her head out like a beaten puppy, her medical instinct didn't allow her to let go before she was entirely sure that nothing bothers Cynder.

"Is your throat sore Cynder?"

"Amela!" another whine

The cheetah folded her arms on her breasts, giving the bulge of sheets a challenging stare as if knowing that Cynder was looking at her with huge, begging eyes from down there.

"I'm not leaving you alone until you answer me Sweetheart. I need to make sure you are all right and understand the dangers. Fellatio carriers the risk of spreading infection like standard sex, it's unusual in dragons who are born with high resistances, but it happens, I've treated several causes like that myself"

"I'm not in any pain"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Amela scratched her earring, withstanding the pitiful cries with great resolve, she heard many cries like that before, but life taught her that no lesson is learnt without pain.

"Last matter Sweetheart"

"Ancestors, enough" Cynder squeaked in defeat

"I know that some of dragons become too passionate during foreplay, there are females who become extremely enticed near male's genitals and tend to lose restraint. There are methods of stimulating your partner by caressing his slit before the member is fully erect"

"Whatever it is I didn't do it!" the dragonesses exclaimed in horror

"Some males really enjoy delicate penetration of their slit" she continued unhindered, her sophisticated tone very formal as if she would be reading a book's description "Did you try anything like that? The flesh there is very sensitive and fragile, it's easy to cause tears when you are not careful with your claws"

"No! I didn't do anything like that!" Cynder recoiled "Please Amela, stop! I'll never have sex again! I swear! This was the last time!"

"Hey, let's..." Spyro swallowed "Let's not jump to conclusions here" he joined his two claws together shyly in front of himself, eyes of the now red snout darted all around the bed, anywhere just not to meet with the healer

Amela chuckled, they obviously learnt their lessons.

"I'll leave you off the hook for now" she bent over, grabbing both dragons by the horns, having no troubles locating Cynder's even through the sheets "But if I ever catch you again doing such reckless things when one of you is recovering under my care, not only I'm going to examine you thoroughly but also drag you into the hospital for a scientific report which include a group of the most talented healers and you on a table between us forced to replay the act so we can have a live example to study the potential risks" she tugged at the horns, both dragons hissed while she alternated her gaze between them

"Do we understand each other younglings?"

"Yes" both Spyro and Cynder replied in intimidated unison

She smiled warmly, releasing the dragons.

"You can come out now Cynder"

"I don't want to"

"You can't stay for the rest of your life under those sheets Sweetheart"

"I think I will, I will never be able to look you in the eyes again"

Amela giggled.

"Don't be silly honey"

"For what it's worth I'm sorry, you have all the right to hate me now, I understand"

Judging from the hacking sob that wrecked the covered form it was easy to say that understanding didn't play a part in this at all.

The sound of it nearly broke her heart.

"I love you Cynder" Amela leaned over, gently stroking the form under the sheets, feeling it shiver "I can't be mad at you, you misbehaved, went against my direct wishes, you need to be aware of that. That's all however, it changed nothing between us, I love you and I always will and if I won't see your beautiful eyes again I think I'm going to die"

"I love you too" Cynder moved, nuzzling the cheetah's extended arm, soft sheets caressing it like a feather

"You really aren't mad at me?" she purred pleadingly

"Of course not Sweetheart" she scratched the grazing piece of sheets, clearly reaching the chin "I just wanted to make sure you understand what you did, my patients are very important to me. It's a normal thing to make mistakes, you will have try way harder than that to break my heart though"

Cynder clenched her claws against the cheetah's arm, propping herself against it gently to look into her mother's eyes. Didn't matter that her vision was complete blackness due to the sheets on top of her, she could clearly see those brown eyes nevertheless.

"I will never hurt you"

Amela's ears flattened on her skull, thumb rose up to graze against the form of a draconic nose.

"I know, neither will I. Maybe you drop the sheets then? I want to give you a proper hug"

Cynder giggled softly.

"Tempting, but I prefer to stay here for a while, I still feel my cheeks burning, I must look like a tomato by now. I don't want to give you any uncessesary work"

Amela chuckled, petting the heads of both dragons before she rose up, her bones didn't crack even once during her whole visit here.

It was good to feel alive again.

"Fair enough, but don't linger too long, the Guardians are on their way here. You must be ready to give a report, the world will want to know what's going"

"We'll be ready" Spyro smiled pleadingly, his eyes growing, shining like true amethysts "Ten minutes?"

She rubbed his cheek lovingly.

"Smile more often like this darling, you have an irresistable charm" the healer bowed, making her way out of the room "I'll see you two later"

When the door closed and they were again left alone, Spyro slammed his head into the pillow, exhaling a prolonged sigh full of relief.

"That was rough"

Cynder shifted under the sheets, the breath that wafted from below radiated basically a palpable fear.

"Yeah"

"Amela was always so sweet and calm, I've never seen her so fierce before. I tell you, there was a moment when I thought she'll castrate me"

"We crossed the line, I know how important the patients are to Amela, she treats them like her own children. I messed up so badly"

"Hey" he lifted the sheets, looking into the blackness and into the pair of gleaming emeralds found in there "We both did, I didn't try to stop you and I could"

She smiled sweetly, her white fangs glistening gently under the shy rays that managed to slip below the sheets.

"I know it's mean, but I'm glad I wasn't the only one getting her butt kicked, for whatever it's worth, thanks for taking it like a relative male"

He frowned, letting out an amused snort as he glared at her.

"Relative ma?e? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on Spyro, you squealed louder than me, to the point that I started wondering if last night wasn't just a dream. After hearing those squeaks there is no way there is something inside that slit of yours"

"Oh, you mean tease" he growled playfully and momentarily picked himself up, dropping the sheets and jumping on his mate, careful not to crush her, but putting enough weight to pin her down.

Cynder began to laugh.

"Not so smart, now, huh?" he nibbled playfully at her neck through the covers

"S-Spyro!" she grunted, amusement wavering her voice

It was good to let go off the tension, it felt nice to laugh after the stress they went through.

"I can't hear you" he sang teasingly, keeping up his nibbling offense

She couldn't stop laughing.

"Let. Me. Go!" she thrashed, yelping in between giggles

He didn't want to put more strength than necessary, allowing her enough space to rise in the end, the jerk she made kicked him off of her. He yelped and before he fell he wrapped his paws around her body.

Cynder squealed in joy as she was forcefully torn from her center of balance.

Spyro joined her in the display of laughter.

Before they knew it, they both fell off the bed, backs slamming into the floor, they were too drugged on glee to feel any pain. Lying next to each other, the sheets draped over the ground like a blanket, every paw pointing up at the ceiling, they laughed heartily.

Amela had to be quite far away since she didn't barge through the door at the loud noise.

Cynder calmed herself first, aiming her tears filled eyes at the ceiling she shook her head in amused disbelief.

"What are we doing Spyro?"

He turned his head to look at his lovely mate, chest heaving with last spasms of joy, a broad smile stretched his lips.

"Having fun"

"We have a portal to a very bad world on our heads and we are here, fooling around. We did absolutely nothing and I've felt like a whole day went by"

He reached out, taking her paw into his.

Cynder offered him a loving look, followed by an even more beautiful smile. Without hesitation she intertwined her claws with his.

He leaned over, kissing her paw softly.

"It wasn't a waste though. We also deserve some time for ourselves, even if it would take a whole week to describe our day where we did absolutely nothing worthwhile in regard of the unfolding events I still would take it as a crucial chapter of our story"

He rolled onto his back, aiming his gaze back at the ceiling and letting out a prolonged breath, he placed their intertwined paws on his chest.

Cynder purred and snuggled a bit closer, enough to enjoy the beating of her partner's heart and be ready to run away if someone would come.

Spyro smiled in bliss.

"I would take chapters like these every time of the day, we need to remember what life looks like, true life without danger"

He intensified the grip on the soft, black paw, projecting every bit of affection he had in him onto it.

"We need good memories"