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Chapter 26

Spyro snorted, stirring slightly, tender sound of scratching filled his earholes, the noise was very close. His body seemed to be heavier than usual and far more wider.

A passionate, feminine moan rumbled next to him, sounding like a purr of a cat.

Oh no.

Not again.

Eyes opened hastily, noise of scratching morphing into the sound of stroking, the extreme width turning into pressure.

Another purring moan.

Everything became clear.

Iris was stroking her flank against his own once more, running her scales up and down his length in fervent passion, pushing harder into his flesh with each stroke, desiring, craving for his scent to be all over her soft body.

"Iris no!" he let out a muffled shout of panic, he tried to push away but his limbs felt as if they were made of lead

She snapped his jerking away body back into her flesh, front and back leg trapped in her grasp of paw and tail. He slammed into her with a grunt, she momentarily reached for his neck, biting into his scales.

He gasped.

"I can't hold back" Iris groaned, lips wavering on his scales "I need you" tongue pushed out, making a hungry slurp along neck, reaching towards the throat under the chin "You are so sexy" she pressed harder against him, speed of her stroking intensifying, with each rub her breath on his throat started to waver more and more

A sharp, whimpering moan escaped her mouth eventually, all this lust scales and hormones filling his nostrils.

It was so loud.

"We're going to wake up Cynder" he whimpered in fear

"I don't care" she pushed from underneath his chin, one of her other paws began scratching him passionately, sharp tips of claws tingling the scales while the blue lips invaded him with kisses all over his snout

"Fuck me, I've dreamt about you, make my fantasies come true. Fuck my brains out, I can't wait any longer" she rolled on top of him, pressing her underbelly tightly against his elastic fins, curved body stroking up and down his length, one of the fins reaching her private area, breath becoming more squealing, more hectic as she masturbated and teased herself against one of his fins.

"Make the world envy me!" Iris roared passionately, mouth licking and kissing his back and nape of the neck, paws hectically feeling his body, groping and pinching everything they could reach

"What in Ancestors name is this noise!?" Cynder roared furiously, jumping on all fours lively as if she would be just pretending all along instead of being truly resting

"People want to sleep here!" she turned in their direction, he could see her eyes going wide

His heart froze in his chest, heavy limbs becoming even a bigger burden as if there were no bones in his body but huge rocks.

"Cynder!" he squealed in dread "This is not what you think it is!"

"Get off of him you slut!" she charged, leaping forward like a beast throwing itself at its prey, black paws slammed against the blue body, shoving the dragoness off the purple back

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Cynder roared furiously, her blare louder than noise of Iris smacking against the ground

"Something that you never do!" Iris returned the roar, scrambling back onto her paws on the opposite side of the purple body

Cynder has her paws pressed against his back, propping herself on it like on a fence separating two yards, where she can easily scream at the neighbor

He remained still, unable to move, only listening to the two arguing girls.

"Who gave you the right to stick your nose in my business!" Cynder moved in front of his eyes, he got a perfect view of her, as well as the claw that she pointed directly at him "Spyro is my mate! You don't get to decide what I should do and not to do with him!"

"Seeing as he can't get enough of me you are a specialist of the latter!" Iris barked at his mate, stepping also into his line of sight, challenging Cynder with a stern glare.

Her claw was also pointing at him.

"Spyro is a legend! He deserves the best! Every. Single. Night" Iris spread her majestic wings, feathers bristling proudly "And I'm the best in this fucking world"

"You are nothing more than a pathetic weasel! Forcing your ass to an already occupied space because nobody wants you!"

Iris grinned, giving Cynder a sly look.

"How many times did you mate? How many boys did you have? How many of them you sent screaming their brains out in orgasm?"

The black dragoness snorted mockingly.

"What kind of argument is this? It only confirms that you are a whore, what everybody knew already by the way"

"Practice makes perfect. It teaches you technique, instead of being a log like you are, getting stuffed like a mascot, I give the male I mate with the attention he deserves" Iris leaned in towards Cynder, spitting at her paws "A newbie like you can't provide that, you wither the legend"

"Bullshit" Cynder snarled back "Who cares about technique, it's all about passion and there's plenty between us. We fell in love, you don't even know what it is"

Iris snickered "Passion my ass. What's passion good for when I bet that you even don't know how to kiss"

Silver claw poked the white chest.

"It's that passion that makes the kissing sweet. This is what makes me a better kisser than you, it's more than just tongue shoving and wiggling"

"Oh yeah? Prove it. Kiss me"

Spyro blinked in shock.

Cynder snorted.

"Fine"

She strode forward confidently, one paw shooting up and snatching Iris by the necklace she so valued. Cynder jerked her paw, pulling the blue dragoness fiercely towards her, when she was close enough the black neck shot forward, feminine lips meeting feminine lips.

His eyes grew so wide that he could feel his eyeballs stretching.

Iris remained still while Cynder moved her head, finding angles to better bestow the blue dragoness with kisses. She wasn't lying about passion, practically devouring the satin blue lips as if they were the sweetest of blueberries.

Cynder moaned deeply, pushing back when she ran out of breath, dragging the lower blue lip behind her, making it gently smack back into place as she released it. She let out an audible pant, running her tongue across the blue mouth before she retreated, gazing into the white eyes deeply.

Emerald eyes burning with lustful arrogance.

Iris rose her paw to her wet mouth, running a claw gently around the abused lips, head nodding slowly in awe.

"Not bad" Iris licked her lips, excited rumble echoing inside her throat "Not bad at all" predatory grin stretched her mouth, eyes gleamed mischievously "There is one thing that can fuel passion a little more. Dominance" with those words she charged, not giving Cynder time to respond

Iris dove under the magenta chest, pushing her head up fiercely, it lifted the upper part of the black dragoness, surprised gasp escaping his mate's throat. Iris jumped, pressing her paws against the red chest, her body weight making her victim to topple over, black back slamming against the floor, the gasping breath interrupted by a hackle.

Iris immediately reached for the throat, paw clenching around the choker, freezing magic embracing it in a second, turning the bracelet into a ring of frost in an instant. She pulled back her paw, the frozen choker shattering into pieces.

Iris momentarily dived, pushing her head through the still flying shards. She bit into the exposed neck, sharp tips of claws denting the scales, pushing the nerves to their limits, teasing them, threatening to break them.

Cynder squealed, arching her whole body, hind legs kicking opened, toes on the draconic feet splaying open in pleasure after her most sensitive spot was teased. Her front paws wrapped themselves around the blue neck, dragging it lower, in ecstasy making the lips press against the neck stronger.

Iris propped herself on her tongue, putting it against the scales she created a leverage, allowing her to keep her fangs on the same level despite the desperation pushing against the back of her head and neck.

She licked her way up the neck, scraping it with her teeth all the way, Cynder whimpered, shivering uncontrollably. Iris' red tongue made its way to the chin, running along it, propping the head up and tilting it until it eventually popped from underneath.

Without wasting time Iris reached for the black mouth, kissing it lustfully, shoving her tongue inside, making the dragoness under her choke on it. Iris returned the favor, eating away at the lips as if they were the last meal on the planet.

Blue paw reached forward, grasping at one of the side horns, Iris pulled back, jerking the head strongly by the horn, forcing it to tilt slightly. Cynder yelped in pain, a yelp that was interrupted by blue lips again and the tongue that due to the new angle slipped deeper into her mouth.

His mate arched her back once more, tail and wings kicking, her front paws dropped onto the blue shoulders, claws raking their way down. What he didn't expect to see was the hind, black legs to squeeze tighter and push down, dragging the blue rump down until both feminine bodies met.

Toes on Cynder's hind paws curled into talons.

Her muffled whimpering and yelping turned into a moan.

She started to return the kiss.

Spyro's jaw dropped open, he could feel it smashing against the floor.

Claws on the black paws sunk into the blue shoulders, latching onto them like to a rope, returning the passionate affection with her mouth. She too began to rub against Iris, having the blue dragoness pinned and held in place allowed her to be more rough, more quick and determined.

Iris' blue paddles wobbled, tail making an upwards flick, pushing from the hungry kiss she threw her head up, whimpering a groan of delight.

Cynder presented her sharp fangs in a cocky grin, licking off Iris' taste from her lips.

"Very nice, but only black dragons know the true shade of dominance" with a purr Cynder sunk into the ground, devoured by her own shadow

Iris yelped when the weight suddenly disappeared, her recently challenged hips thrusting into an empty air, making her lose her balance and struggle for control.

Cynder popped from the shadow, using the force of her magic she punched Iris in the air, wrapping her paws around her waist she tilted her body, slamming the dragoness into the ground, upper body making contact first while the lower still in the air, held by the paws around it.

The rough landing left Iris stunned.

The lower body started to flop down, Cynder didn't let it, tightly groping Iris' right round butt cheek.

Her green eyes sparkled with lust.

"You really have a big ass" she gave the flesh a strong squeeze, its alluring, soft form feeling her palm "A very nice ass" she growled hungrily, eyes burning

Her head lashed forward, teeth biting into the inner side of the thigh on the opposite leg she was holding, feeding the passion on the soft flesh, flesh that already began take curved, round form of the silhouette she groped so feverishly.

Cynder moaned in total pleasure, Iris wasn't far behind, shyly whimpering her stun away.

"You're so hot!" Cynder exclaimed in utter bliss, pushing her head back and to her great dissatisfaction letting the butt drop on the ground. She didn't waste time, kicking the hind legs open with her paw, swatting them away as if they were annoying flies.

She thrust the tips of her darkness infused claws into the sole of one exposed, white draconic foot. The touch making Iris twitch with a groan, the teased leg kicking upwards, pumping and shaking like a spring, white toes curling tightly.

Cynder bit her lips, running the black claws down the white paw, unable to contain her lustful hunger she reached with her mouth to the second exposed foot, giving it a feverish, covetous, deep lick until the claws pinched her nose.

While she worked on the foot her claws climbed down the other shaking leg, claws running down the side, towards the groin, the closer they got, the more intense the shaking became.

The harsher and quicker Iris' moans became.

Black claws reached the groin, magic pulsing over the sensitive area, inches from the flared up vagina.

Cynder dived in between Iris' legs, flat tongue running against the excited folds.

Iris hacked a breath, her body arching up.

She immediately began working her lips and tongue over the vulva, quick, hungry slurping sounds of licking tongue and sucking lips filled the air.

Iris breath becoming so much more rapid.

Spyro's tongue rolled out of his mouth when he noticed Cynder shoving her tongue forcefully into Iris' private folds. Dark imbued claws reached towards the top of the vagina, the burning energy grazing over the sensitive nub there.

"OH SHIT!" Iris howled, body twisting up in an unnatural angle, thighs squeezing together, impaling themselves softly on the side horns of the black head

With her tongue still inside Iris and lips against her private area, Cynder grinned triumphantly, feeding herself on the shaking of the blue body and he could only imagine how the spasm of Iris' vagina walls felt.

Iris' arched body slammed against the ground.

With the smile still embroidering the black mouth, Cynder withdrew her tongue from Iris folds, it hung down her chin, dragging a combined rope of saliva and bodily fluids from within Iris. She pressed the wet organ immediately back against the still sensitive vulva, sliding it up the blue body.

Blue thighs kicked once more when the tongue run over the now oversensitive clitoris, a hiss of pain wafting through the clenched teeth.

Cynder slid her tongue up, through the middle of the underbelly, reached the neck and then finally the snout. She gave the blue dragoness a deep, fervent kiss.

Iris returned the gesture, weak forepaws grasping the horns on the back of the black head.

Both girls moaned in pleasure.

It was then when Iris kicked one of her legs up, pressing the wet hind paw Cynder so eagerly licked against her genitals.

His mate winced letting out a passionate, wavering groan.

Iris obviously took that sound as an encouragement, pulling herself on the horns she kissed her black partner more devotedly. Her draconic foot not remaining behind, rubbing against the crotch more vigorously.

It didn't take long for Cynder to start shaking, Her moaning wafting in more quicker hacks.

This made Iris move even faster, pleasing Cynder as if her life dependent on it.

His mate squealed, no longer able to keep up with the kissing, the squeaky sounds she made were adorable.

Iris must have had the same opinion since she immediately began caressing Cynder's neck, while with even more hunger devouring her now shaking lips.

White paw forcing more intense squelching noises.

Cynder winced deeply, pushing away from the blue mouth she let out a shy, cute howl.

"You sexy beast" Iris gave the black snout a long, deep lick across the cheek

His mate started panting and squealing alternately.

Iris lips stretched into a predatory grin when the loins of the pleasured dragoness pressed against her moving back paw, needing and hungry.

She grabbed the back horns once again tilting the head away and exposing the vulnerable neck. She kissed it, bit it and sucked it, doing everything at the same time.

Cynder's eyes shot wide open, tail stood on end, she sucked in a deep breath and held it, chest puffing out.

White paw continued its assault, one of the claws breaking the safety rules and slipping inside Cynder, just by a strand. In the meantime Iris made another hickey.

It was enough.

The held breath was expelled in a prolonged, deep rumble that oscillated somewhere between a growl and a snarl. Her whole body was shook by a fierce tremor, legs unable to hold the weight gave away, black body dropped down, right into Iris' embrace.

Cynder heaved heavily.

Iris grinned, raking her claws up and down along the black neck.

"I was wrong, you know how to use that passion of yours. I underestimated you"

"And I was wrong to doubt you" the dragoness on top exhaled, her right, dark paw caressing the blue flank below it, giving it an appreciative rub "You have skills, the best I ever seen" she lifted herself up, looking down at the white eyes "Worthy of a legend"

Iris cocked her head, tail bouncing up excitedly.

"The tests gained approval?"

"Oh yes, the results show that we're both the best"

"And purple dragons deserve only the best"

Feminine cheek scratched against feminine cheek as both girls turned their heads, their hungry, burning eyes turned towards Spyro.

"W-What?" he stammered, surprisingly coherent despite having his tongue still pushed out from his mouth

The girls scrambled from the ground, ambling in his direction, paw placed in front of the paw in a crosswise fashion, giving the feminine hips a hypnotizing, sexy swing.

"It's time to prove ourselves to you, show how important and irresistible you are" his mate purred, head lowered down, maintain eye contact, fangs dripping wet with saliva

"To both of us" Iris' heads appeared as well, tongue lolled out to give room enough room for her hot panting

"W-W-What?" he stammered once more, unable to move, nervous connection severed to his limbs

"Are you ready Spyro?" the feather winged dragoness licked her lips "We need to find out how a true male feels"

Cynder chuckled, eyes glistening with teasing mockery.

"After this show? He wasn't more ready in his entire life" she stepped to his side, out of vision, she felt a paw against his flank "See for yourself" there was a push on his flank

The world went into a spin, he was forced into a roll, eyes locked in the same place gazed down towards his hind paws as he landed on his back. A hard rock erection protruding from his groin.

"Sweet Ancestors! He's huge!" Iris exclaimed in shock

His mate chuckled.

"A legend in every aspect"

"It's the biggest I ever seen!"

"He has no match" Cynder appeared, lowering her head down to feed her lust on his lips, he immediately started to return the gesture as if her mouth was the only source of oxygen

He yipped into the black mouth when he felt a hot tongue running over his penis.

"So thick" Iris grumbled in awe, he could spot her scales near his crotch where she sucked her tongue in with a loud slurp "And so delicious"

Black mouth pushed from the kiss, his lover turning her head to look down his legs, he however wasn't done, following her scaly snout with his kisses, lips or not he couldn't get enough of her soft draconic face.

"It feels even better inside. Come on, give it a test ride"

"You sure about that?"

"Oh yes, Spyro owes me something" with those words she joined him in the kissing contest once again, devouring him like she did the blue dragoness just a moment ago

A paw landed on his chest. The pressure of it and the lips on his mouth pushing his head against the ground "Spyro owes me something" she mumbled through the open space their kissing lips created, turning in the meantime around the anchoring point of their dancing mouths

Finally she pushed back from the kiss "Let's give the moment a glance" her breath wafted off of his nose, mouth out of reach, paw guiding his head down to look at his hind legs

He didn't think about looking back up, not even Cynder's tongue pressed against his nose and began licking him.

Iris straddled him, back facing him, when she had his standing penis between her legs she kicked her forward, throwing her tail in the air. The sight of her round, wonderful ass and needy, beautiful genitals was a fantastic sight that made him twitch and whine.

The blue dragoness made a turn, snout facing him this time, hungry, burning with passion eyes look straight at him, drilling into his purple orbs, her gaze poking his soul.

She slammed her hips down, impaling herself on his erection, she swallowed him whole, white groin smacking against his own.

"He fills me up so good!" Iris howled into the air, her blare silencing his own groan of pleasure

She was so wonderfully tight and warm.

Cynder's giggle echoed above him, her tongue making more fervent lashes.

Iris rose up and smacked down again.

"I'm so FULL!" another howl, she threw her head back, tongue shooting from the mouth in a shower of spit

"Fuck her Spyro" lustful growl rumbled above him, salivated tips of fangs crunched the scales on his nose "Make her yours"

When the girl riding him rose up he thrust his hips up fiercely, shoving himself deep into her.

"YES!" Iris screamed, wings opening up, feathers standing on end, her majestic body arched wonderfully, presenting all of its sexy features to him, paws on his chest curled their toes, claws hooking against the gold underbelly

She lowered herself together with his hips, she began grinding while he pulled back for another thrust.

The wet smack as their groins joined nearly made his skull explode.

"You are the best male!" her wails were a powerful motivation, speeding up his hips to draw more of the sound from her

He roared, pumping inside Iris as fast as he could.

"NO ONE CAN MATCH YOU!" she howled in ecstasy, hacking groans of pleasure filling the air

It was in this moment when his sight was blocked by Cynder's head appearing in front of him, sight of her surprising him. It didn't stop Iris however, she rode him fiercely, her walls clenching tightly around him, wails of bliss having no end.

Green eyes burned with sheer lust as they stared at him.

"Remind me just how big of a legend you are" she purred, her thighs poking the sides of his head

Purple snout trapped in between tempting, black legs.

He threw his head back, before him appeared a breathtaking sight of Cynder's vagina looming above him, pulsing and ready, fully revealed for pleasure.

So damn appetizing.

His legs shot up, firmly grasping his mate's ass, the strong grope stealing a yelp from her. He reached for the sweet treasure immediately, licking and kissing sloppily the wet lips as if they were the meal he waited for his entire life and the only meal that can sustain him.

She tasted as good as she looked.

"FUCK, YOU'RE SO GOOD!" Cynder moaned loudly, stretching out in pleasure

He penetrated her with his tongue, wiggling chaotically inside her walls, the tightness barely letting him move.

Being clenched tightly from both sides was a brain numbing feeling, he was having sex with two sexy girls!

Iris yelped, another hungry smack echoed from his groin.

He gripped the black ass more firmly, pushing harder against her vulva, sinking his tongue a little deeper, tasting her fully.

Her steady whines joined the cacophony, uniting perfectly with the bouncing dragonesses howling.

"DON'T STOP!" Iris roared in bliss, riding him fervently

"KEEP GOING!" Cynder's scream joined the fray, her hips pressing against his mouth which only made him service her hungry lips with more passion

She started shivering, the feeling of it making him crave her release, he sucked her in deeply, speeding the moment.

"MY SIRE!" the females screamed in unison

Suck.

Thrust.

Lick.

Thrust.

The shivering intensified, the moment was close, world started to fade, nothing else mattered now.

"MY SIRE!" girls howled together once more

Thrust.

Suck.

Lick.

They froze, this was it, he proved himself to be the best, he will g-

"MY SIRE!"

The world was gone.

*

"My sire"

That voice, it sounded too masculine to be the groans of two pleasured girls.

Spyro opened his eyes, nearly having an heart attack when in front of his eyes appeared a big, black leg.

"It is time" Danox whispered, lowering his head to the level of the lying purple drake, amusement glinting in his eyes, matching the smile stretching the lips

"T-Time?" he slurred, still hearing the girls moans in his head, the only thing he managed to register was the fact that he actually talked, wasn't his tongue busy? There was undeniable pressure on it.

Eyes traveled on their own, making his head tilt down, down, not up towards Cynder's butt. His tongue was sprawled on the ground, pool of saliva under it, a single black toe was stomping it.

The world wasn't upside down.

He wasn't on his back.

"I apologize for stepping on your tongue" the black dragon's muffled rumble sounded truly pained "My words alone were unable to break through your fantasy and moaning" he raised his toe the tongue that was trapped below slid back into the mouth in an instant as if it was a turtle blessed by the speed of light as it retreated to its shell

Spyro hacked, feeling it slapping against the back of his throat.

Fantasy.

This was a dream.

Who knows what he slurred through sleep, maybe there was something more than feverish moans.

And Danox heard all of it.

Spyro slammed both of his paws on top of his nose, delicate whimper leaving his mouth, by the Ancestors the shame! His whole face immediately began to take a red hue, not even the light of the fire was able to mask it.

Danox chuckled, keeping his voice down.

"No need to be embarrassed Sire, we all have hungers that need to be sated, fantasies are a way to do that if reality gets in the way" the black drake shook his head "The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live" he recited, there was disappointment ringing in his whisper as that of a teacher who explains a lesson for a tenth time and still gets no understanding

The predatory smirk returned in a blink.

"Nobody blames you, you are a full blooded male, everyone would share your fate if they got the chance to spend the night in such a delightful company" the black eyes shifted from left to right, glimmering ominously, red tongue ran over the fangs

He didn't want to do it, yet he followed the dark gaze, noticing Cynder on one side and Iris on the other, both were sleeping soundly, uninterested in anything but their own rest, while he turned them in his fantasy into sex addicts.

He noticed that one thing was true, just like in the dream, the girls bodies were perfect, just like he imagined them.

No.

This is wrong.

His snout started to burn even fiercer, he jerked his head back in place, the ground he was lying on feeling too close and rough all of a sudden.

"I hate to interrupt it, I really do, but my own appetite calls" Danox grinned, the troubled purple snout really nicely rubbing his teasing spirit "It is very demanding and I'm afraid not as sweet as yours. You need to get up Sire"

He nodded hectically, this was the deal, the sooner he gets this over with the faster Danox will leave and this embarrassing moment will be over. He flexed his paws with determined force ready to lift himself up. He twitched and stopped, aimed at the ground eyes bulging out.

Uh-oh.

Speaking of getting up.

There was one more thing that appeared in his fantasy and wasn't just a dream. Someone should really get this fashion business going and tell all dragons to wear fancy pants.

"R-R-Right now?" he toppled down, pressing his hind legs tighter to each other

"Why, naturally. Is there a problem?"

"Give me two minutes" he outstretched his front paws, making small pumping motions with them as if waking up his muscles "I can't feel my legs, had to sleep in a wrong position"

The lie made him feel as if the blushed scales were about to melt away.

The smile that stretched Danox' lips threatened to make a circle around his head.

He could feel it burning a mark on top of his head. He closed his eyes tightly.

"Sparx, Sparx, Sparx" he mumbled, forcing his imagination to display pictures of his brother

"Rest my friend" another whispered voice joined the conversation, a pair of black boots silently appeared before his eyes

Hunter.

Ancestors be praised for such a companion.

"I will take watch, I must prepare myself for the journey ahead"

Black eyes regarded the cheetah with pride, head rising up in a display of respect.

"When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece" Danox recited slithering away towards the entrance, his moves were so graceful that it looked like the shadows and darkness were his dance floor

"Do not wait for me friends. I will find you" he announced, walking outside, the night seemed to swallow him whole, his huge frame disappeared from sight in a moment's notice

As if he was a shadow of Darkness itself and it called him to join the hive.

By the Ancestors it was over!

Hunter scratched his chest, on the side of his heart. His sharp eyes made a scan over the lying dragons, ears stretched out in excitement.

A walking fire, a tormented princess, a live legend, a yin and yang in flesh.

Finally his sight reached the cave's entrance.

And a master of night.

All having the power to destroy the world or save it. Bonded together into an unstoppable boulder that shapes Fate itself.

With the constant risk of breaking apart, individual shards with the strength to make the earth tremble.

He felt like he was living the most exciting nightmare and fairy tale in one. Being reminded of its significance and value almost on every step.

It was motivating to be a part of this magic circle, experience first hand how influential draconic presence is, how terribly special. This opportunity was perfect for someone like him, an ambitious duty chaser who took his tasks seriously. Catching up to this magic, while impossible to reach for someone like him, was all the motivation he needed, it pushed him forward and made this journey so excitable that he couldn't describe it.

It was also rewarding, sometimes allowing him to take the burden of the mundane and make himself useful, sparing these magical creatures the tedious task of dirty work. Work he accepted gladly, it didn't allow him to forget about humility, he is after all only a cheetah.

And he had nothing against that.

"Rest my friend" he extended a hand over Spyro, offering a calming reassurance "I will take vigil till morning if need be"

"Absolutely not" Spyro protested "I will switch with you after one hour, you need sleep more than I do. Get your arrows ready, I would be a terrible friend if I would let you sit there all by yourself till dawn"

Feline ears folded on the skull humbly.

"Very well my friend" the cheetah nodded respectfully "One hour it is"

Hunter crouched near the entrance, daggers lying close to him while he unstrapped his bags and started forming arrows from the small twigs he carried with himself. A reserve that helped to maintain ammunition for his quiver if they couldn't find any trees around.

Spyro laid still, with the bottom of his heart thanking the cheetah for his sense of duty, silently praising him as if he was one of the Ancestors himself. This was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, but the important news is that it is over now.

One hour, enough for a short nap that will send everything into the pit of forgetfulness. He closed his eyes, smiling weekly, this sounded like a good plan.

Cynder moaned cutely through her sleep next to him.

His eyes snapped open.

Bad idea.

He'll just wait, yeah, waiting sounded better.

With wide open eyes.

*

The sound of Hunter's knife working on the wood was almost hypnotizing, it was probably a hour already, or at least should be almost a hour. Just when he was about to get up the light that Flare projected started to flicker and vanish.

Flare woke up.

His magical wings shrunk back into their normal shape, he could hear him getting up with a groan.

Something splattered on the floor.

Whatever it was Flare quickly wiped it away.

His claws clicked heavily on the floor, steps seemed to be a burden to him as if there would be chains wrapped around his ankles. He stopped in between Iris and himself, reaching towards the blue wings. A flash of fire glowed from one of his claws, it sliced across the wing gently, two feathers were separated from the wing with one swift motion.

Iris didn't even feel a thing.

One of those feathers dropped in the empty space between him and the blue dragoness, momentarily taking on fire. It didn't burn normally though, a magical pillar of fire rose from the feather as if it was the source of the heat and not just cinder.

Magical torch burned next to him like a supernatural candle.

Red paws floundered in front of his eyes, something smacked against the floor once more.

It was a drop of something.

He narrowed his purple eyes.

A red drop.

Blood.

Red paw quickly wiped it away.

Another candle flourished on the opposite side of his body, providing warmth for him and Cynder. He had no idea what Flare was doing but it was certain that he was leaving the spot and wanted to make sure that they won't feel his absence.

Iris would be really mad if she found out that she lost two of her feathers for tinder, but seeing as she was still asleep together with Cynder, he could assume that it was a sacrifice she was willing to take. Even if unconsciously.

He wanted to ask Flare what he is up to, is he feeling alright, but decided against it. If the drake had problems he would wake them up surely, besides Hunter was by the entrance, there was no way Flare would slip by without him noticing, not in the sleepy state he was in. If things would be really dire, Hunter will see it, he had a knack for seeing things.

Flare stumbled towards the entrance, the pain in his head was squeezing his brain, stronger than ever before, like a desperate, thirsty hand squeezing a fruit to get the last droplets of juice out. He could barely see the world, everything was a blur, not only that but his vision seemed to be smaller than usual, as if there was a black curtain at the corners of his eyes. All he could see was the blurry terrain in a straight line as if he would be looking through a dirty spyglass.

His pained mind barely having the strength to order his legs, numbed by pain it couldn't reach the nerves, making his steps look like as if he was drunk.

His eyes were burning.

His nose was burning.

A consequence of pushing the beast back, not letting it feed.

The blood that dripped from his nostrils was as hot as lava, leaving bloody, burned dashes as it slid down his scales.

Another splash, another drop hit the ground.

He wiped it away quickly, the only move that had any coordination, as usual he gritted his teeth, holding back the hiss of pain as the scorching droplet of blood sizzled inside his palm, eating away at the scales.

He pushed forward, the importance of keeping his friends safe more vital than the pain. They were not his roommates, they never fought with him, they weren't competition, clean slate, clean slate.

Friends don't deserve to die.

No more killing of roommates, he is better than this, there was no longer a purple whip above him, no longer the dominating shadow of survival loomed over him. The slate allowed him to choose and he chose worms to be the cinder.

Finally he will get his revenge, they fed on him for so long, it is only fair for him to feed on them.

Anything to keep friends safe.

Hunter's ears perked up at attention head rose up from the piece of wood he was sharpening into an arrow, blue eyes shone in the darkness as they looked towards the slumbering red dragon.

"Flare? Is everything alright?"

He parted his mouth widely, faking a yawn, his numb paws shambling forward, head hanging lower than usual.

"I'm just sleepy" he mumbled, the deep, empty voice that echoed from his mouth made him shiver, tiredness was a perfect cover for the Beast

The cheetah cocked his head, the voice sending a chill down his spine, if he wouldn't know better he would say that a Dark Army's golem would speak to him. The otherworldly tone of the mumble was as rough and cold as a rock.

"Lie down then, I have taken the watch"

"I need to pee" he pushed forward, with each step the burning aura around him seemed to become dimmer and dimmer, obscuring the dragon in shadows

Hunter's instinct kicked in automatically, as a scout he was very sensitive to things being out of the ordinary, in the wild it always meant trap and danger. His hand clenched over the handle of a dagger, while Flare's explanation was valid, he wasn't used to the dragon behaving like this. He wasn't proud of his instinct, but he was just a cat, seeing a shambling creature enveloped in ominous darkness he seemed to embrace and sounding like a monster from a nightmare triggered the most basic of natural reactions.

Fear.

"It is too dangerous to go outside, I would be safer for you to go to the corner of the cave"

"And listen to Iris' insults for the rest of my life? No thank you" Flare smiled

Hunter's ears flattened on his skull when he noticed a red drop sliding down the fangs, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake.

Flare wasn't known for his intelligence, he had a really peculiar approach to life, innocent approach, yet here his responses were all believable, sharp, without a trace of hesitation. Of someone who knew what he was doing.

And knowing was an alien concept to Flare most of the time.

The red drake reached him, his red head turned away from him, focused on the path before him.

The wind ruffled his fiery mane.

"I will be just around the corner. I need only a moment"

Stern, confident, rough.

So unusual.

Who was he however to question a dragon or stop one for the matter? Even if he had his worries, a creature like that knows better what it wants and needs. If Flare wanted to pee outside, then he will pee outside, he can only obey.

Obey.

The red tail vanished behind the corner, he noticed a melted hole in the snow where Flare just stood before he disappeared from his sight.

Obey.

Sometimes he had this weird feeling that this fascination of his makes him blind.

The chill of the wind and the touch of snow was a welcoming caress on his scales, while it didn't stop the bleeding or the pain in general, it at least blocked the sensation of melting from the inside.

He moved along the wall, steps heavy, wind throwing him against the rocks in steady gusts. He couldn't unglue himself from the raw surface, mostly because it directed some of the pain away. He was being pressed to the wall so firmly that his scales cracked under the grip of the sharp rocks, making him paint a line of blood as he slithered forward.

Towards the light.

The flame he left was now barely a flicker, the snow devouring the magical light.

The head of the fluffy monster protruded from the earth just like he left it.

Crunch. Crunch.

The creature stirred, it opened its weak eyes, its head started to wiggle, mouth without tongue and vocal cords created noises that were unable to break through the wind.

Alive.

Perfect.

There are two types of people when it comes to finally seeing destination after a struggle and fantastic relief afterwards. One type gets motivated, ignoring fatigue and ache to reach the end as quickly as possible, the second loses everything just before the finish line, everything that served as torment becomes unbearable, making you crawl in agony to the end, like to an oasis after hours on dry desert.

He was the second type.

Flare groaned, knees bending underneath him, making him smash his underbelly against the snow, the puffy thud reminded him of the sound of popping eyeballs.

His eyes started to burn like the Core itself.

He clawed at them, toes momentarily becoming slippery, blood flew in waves from them, it cascaded down onto the snow like a curtain. He felt as if his eyes turned to scorching coals.

"You are so close my friend"

Flare jerked his head up at the sound of the unexpected voice that was as deep as the rumbling wind. He squinted his bloodshot eyelids, due to the rumbling headache and darkened vision he couldn't see much, but there was a head there in the darkness, leaning over him.

Black head with white, glowing eyes.

A bright emptiness without pupils.

Danox.

He seemed to be craning his neck, yet besides the head the rest of his body was an intangible fog, a dark swiveling mist as if he was made of the cloud of the night itself.

"The worm wiggles Flare. It taunts you, rip its head off, make it silent. You have to or you will burn out. Isn't that right?"

Flare slashed weakly at the dark snout, his claws made contact and he recoiled back with a howl full of anguish. He felt as if his claws would shatter, he gripped his paw with a whine, trembling all over, body pulsating uneasily.

So cold.

So lifeless.

No spark.

No sustain.

A trap.

Poison.

Corruption.

No life.

Treacherous worm.

A small, dark lump pulsed on the palm of the red paw, it dissolved momentarily, sucked by the bright scales as if it was never there in the first place.

"Do you like the taste? Isn't it too sour?" the voice echoed just above his cringed, rolled into a ball form

"I'm the fly on the wall, I'm the beetle under the rug, I'm the worm in the dust, I'm the parasite in the guts. You know me I know you, I'm the painter you're the canvas, you know my name. Hunger doesn't differentiate from Hunger, both are the same, the dishes change, appetites whine, essence remains. How do I taste?"

Flare trembled, unable to respond, choking on the blood that gushed from the eyes and nose, when he swallowed it, one word exploded inside his head.

Aspect.

"Walk and feed" the voice intoned proudly, like a father congratulating its child

Flare pushed up, legs shaking wildly, his head moved slowly up, he felt as if he had a chain wrapped around his neck that pulled him down. Pool of his own heated blood ate away the snow below his paws.

His eyes aimed forward.

The veil of darkness getting that much more thicker, every color in the thinning spyglasses becoming intertwined with black.

The wiggling head of the worm was still there, eyes huge from fear. The dark snout hovered above it, licking the furry top with its black tongue, its glowing eyes aimed towards him. The shadows that made up its body twitched and slithered like hungry snakes.

He moved, his steps heavy as always, yet this time the pain didn't bother him, he had an important job to do and there was nothing that can stop him.

Walk and feed.

Walk and feed.

Flare lashed forward, his paws landing on the fluffy head of the crippled creature, it didn't make a sound when its body momentarily got consumed by a pillar of blazing fire, it turned fur and bone to ash in a second.

He hit the snowy ground with a grunt.

"Fantastic" a tongue lashed in between his paws, scooping up a trail of ash

A tongue?

Impossible.

Flare threw his head up, his vision clear and body burning brightly, dispersing the darkness around.

Did he hear a voice just now?

"Hunter?" he called out softly, looking around the covered in night surroundings

He was all alone.

He shrugged indifferently, who cares about stuff like this when friends sleep inside and a new adventure awaits!

He kicked with his paw from side to side, dispersing the ash into the wind before retreating with lively step back to the cave. On his way he made sure to bury all the blood under the snow, it would be tragic if some of his friends would slip on it.

The same snow he used to wash the blood from his snout, after spending so much time of his life in dark cells he didn't need light to tell when he was clean or not. He always gets dirty when he goes out hunting for worms.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the chilly air flowing through his unclogged nostrils.

A fantastic day is ahead.

A delicate trail of the carried ash slipped inside his nostril.

He could already smell it.