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Spyro breathed out a sigh as he fell through the portal. Turned out, saving the world was far harder than he'd imagined. He'd already rescued most everyone at in The Artisan homeworld, most of the Peace Keepers, and made inroads at the Magic Crafters. Though, after all that. Rescuing countless dragons, defeating magically altered gems, Everything there? He needed a break.

Other dragons, the older ones from his homeworld, might seek out some sort of art. Sculpting, painting, music. All considered valid forms of recreation. Though Spyro knew better. He knew what the other dragons did in their free time that those outside his home never knew. Though maybe the same was true in the other homeworlds. Impossible to know without going there and doing some spying. He was certain it was the same across all dragons.

That was for later though. Right now, he needed a little bit of something something.

Finding a place that he wouldn't be disturbed was pretty easy. First order had been to send Sparx off. While his dragonfly hadn't wanted to leave him, Spyro have convinced his bud to take a rest. They'd both earned one, right? Now that he was alone, it was time for part two of his plan to unwind. He knew all the best hiding spots around the Artisan homeworld. What was the harder part was getting a sheep there without seeming suspicious.

Again, something he had gotten to be an expert at. Just slid out into the fields. Act like he wasn't doing anything wrong. Wave to some of the other dragons. No, he didn't want to go join them for tea or painting. He just needed to feel the grass on his belly and sun on his hide. The dragon stretched out and cast a look towards them as he stretched. Knowing smiles and nods from the other dragons. He'd been working hard to save them all. Not something he could do in a single day. Though he had the feeling if he lingered too long, they'd start getting antsy.

No, Spyro waved an appropriate amount of time before getting up and trotting away from the other dragons. It was beautiful today. Sun shining bright, but not too bright or too hard. Clear sky with only the fluffiest of clouds dotting it. Why it was almost too perfect. Large rolling hills and crystal clear streams greeted him. Perfect for laying on, unwinding, and seeking one's muse.

Spyro found his rather quickly. Just a small flock of sheep gathered about, eating the grass and doing sheep things. He cast a look around. No one was around here. All he had to do was coax one of the flock away and he could unwind.

What would his plan of attack be? The sheep were used to dragons by now. They'd only run if he startled them. Didn't want to do that or he'd be chasing them all over hill and dale.

As he was planning how to approach, he saw one of the flock move away. Lovely looking ewe. Plush looking, snowy white wool, wide hips. The purple dragon froze and watched as the sheep strutted a few feet from the rest of her flock. It wasn't far, just put her on the very edges. Spyro looked from her to the rest then back. Okay, so maybe it wouldn't be that hard to get one separated after all. Now, all he had to do was carefully move up and...

The ewe stopped grazing and took a few more steps away. Her ears perked as she gazed at something in a hedge. She ducked her head and looked under with a curious baa. Maybe the ewe saw some clover or something because she pushed through the bush.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but it looked like the ewe looked at back at him and winked.

Didn't matter. Spyro had a lovely looking ewe that was apart from the flock. He stole a glance around. No one was anywhere near. Little lap around the field revealed that there were no other dragons anywhere close. While no one really cared about what he did. There was still that sense of having to keep this secret. That little shame that made him wand to keep this secret. Didn't matter if he knew that everyone did it.

Coast was clear. He ducked his head and hurried off towards where that ewe had slipped off. Open field, small row of hedges, and then a small, shaded clearing that was screened from view by trees. It really was perfect. Just couldn't have picked a better place if he'd tried.

Spyro poked his head through the hedge and saw the ewe just grazing. "Hey there," Spyro purred in his best soothing voice. The sheep looked at him, baa'd and then turned back to grazing. The purple drake breathed out a low, throaty purr and slid through the hedge. Just a slow pace as he hummed to himself. Just acting about as casual as he could be. Kneading the grass, pacing the clearing, and slowly moving towards the grazing sheep.

Ears perked as the ewe felt a hand fall onto her hip. She turned and let out a curious baa as the dragon kneaded her hip. Spyro fixed her with a grin. "Hope you don't mind?" The sheep just kind of rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the succulent grass.

He breathed out a deeper hum and ran his hand over her hip. Oh yeah, she was feeling nice and sturdy. And her smell? The dragon breathed in a deeper huff and leaned in. Smelled wonderful. He brushed his finger through her white fur, enjoying just how soft it felt against him. A little huff came from the ewe as his nosed his way along her rump and up under her tail. Spyro purred deeply as his nose bumped over her rear. Sliding over until it hit the warm, dark flesh of her privates.

"BaAAaaaa," she breathed out the surprised noise, which trailed off as the dragon licked her. Spyro let his hand slide up and curl under her tail. Pushing it a bit higher as he licked. Clean, sweet, and that bit of grassy earthiness to it. Her flesh was warm, soft, and so very inviting. Spyro groaned quietly as he narrowed his eyes. Just a single lick and he could feel his slit start to bulge. The ridged, pointed crown of his cock strained as he breathed out a groan.

Not yet, he told himself as he clenched his slit. Spyro groaned quietly as he narrowed his eyes. His other hand came up to rest on the ewe's rear with a huff. Kneading her, basking in just how soft and supple her rear was. The dragon nuzzled her pussy lips and breathed in that scent. He let his groan roll out across her. Hot breath teasing the ewe. Oh he had earned this indulgence. He was going to take his sweet time and savor every last moment.

Talons stroked down her hips. Spyro ran his thumbs over her privates, feeling where fur gave way to dark flesh. He was practically drooling as his thumbs ran over her flesh. Strike that, he was drooling. Especially as her mound started to swell in response. The sheep's dark folds already starting to part and glisten before he even touched it.

Oh fuck. Not only did she know what was coming, but she was eager for it!

Calm, Spyro reminded himself. The drake clenched his muscles again, trying to contain his excitement. He bit his bottom lip and parted her folds. Thumbs hooked against her flesh and spread the sheep. Eyes rolled as the dragon groaned. The scent of excited ewe filled his senses. Those glistening, ruby red fields drew him in. His breath almost steamed as his inner flame rolled in his chest. Spyro groaned and licked over her lips. They were so sweet and inviting. Drawing his tongue deeper with each lick.

He buried his muzzle between her folds and suckled on her clit. The ewe shuddered, baa'd, and bucked back int his muzzle. That's all it took for the dragon to lose what little control he had.

Hips jerked as his pointed tip surged out of his slit. Ridged crown flared and throbbing as his cock quickly rose to its full size. Spyro shivered and narrowed his eyes. Nuzzling up into the ewe as he licked. Each pant met with a press from the sheep. Both groaned in growing excitement as Spyro's eyes rolled back.

Oh she was delicious. His tongue danced over her folds. Up between the lips and down to circle her clit. His cock started to throb with rapidly growing excitement. All while she rocked back into him. Nearly burying his muzzle between her petals with each rock. He went cross-eyed trying to stare at her. Mesmerized by how those walls clenched and grabbed at nothing. Slid against his muzzle, then pulled away. All while the ewe was letting out those breathy, lustful groans.

Finally, he couldn't resist anymore. Spyro rocked back with a huffed, "Hope you're ready." The ewe just groaned at him and rolled her head. Her hips rocking towards him needily. Judging from the way her lips flexed, she was right on the edge. Well, he couldn't keep a lady waiting.

Talons scraped over her hips as the dragon pulled himself up. Her needy noise turned into a slight grunt as the male's weight came down on her backside. Feet stepped apart as the ewe looked back at him. She knew what that weight meant and happily rolled her hips. Fully presenting herself for the eager male as he leaned over her.

It didn't take long for Spyro to find her entrance. His cock was raging hard by now. Throbbing with each rapid beat of his heart. Precum spilled from his tip as he leaned in. His tongue rolled from his maw as he ran his tip against her. Feeling just how hot she was. How wet those lips were as they ground into him. Spyro even reached under himself to rub his cock against her. Teasing both of them for just a moment before his own need won out.

"BaaaAAA!"

Warm, slick walls clenched against his spire as the dragon leaned in. Eyes rolled back as look of sheer bliss crossed his face. Oh fuck yeah! Oh he'd needed a bit of stress relief after everything. Responsibility sucked, and he just wanted to get off.

Ridges flared as the drake pulled back. The ewe under him jumped in shock as the underside of his cock stroked her walls and popped over her clit. Her fluffy head dropped as she shuddered. Gasping in joy as her walls clenched and pulled. Inviting the dragon deeper. Which Spyro was more than happy to bury himself back into her. His semi-swollen knot slapped off her folds and retreated. Crown flaring to stroke her insides harder as his excitement built.

Once he got going, there was no holding back the dragon. Hands slipped lower along her hips. Not stopping until they cradled the ewe's thighs. Spyro rocked his head back and groaned as he felt her walls flutter. The slick sound of juices squelching around his cock. The softened impact of scaled hide on fluffy hips. Crack of his knot off her lips. Everything was just pure bliss to the dragon. Which was only compounded as the ewe bleated under him. Her body shaking with her orgasm. Rams didn't last long, so the length and speed which he was fucking her with? Oh it was probably the best sex the ewe had ever had.

As evidenced by the look of bliss on her face. Eyes rolling back as the sheep tried to pant and baa. Her legs wobbled with the thrusts. The ewe let out a call as she sank forward onto her knees. Then down on her face. Spyro followed, stepping up over the sheep. Feet framed her body as he hunched over her, not wanting to lose a single second. His teeth ground as the dragon groaned and huffed. Each breath puffed sparks from his nostrils as he felt his insides tightening. The ewe rocked back as best she could. Stretched, inflamed lips gliding against his knot with each thrust.

He really shouldn't tie with her. Really, he should just finish what he was doing then go about saving everyone. Honestly, he shouldn't even be taking this long just getting off.

Soft, supple petals ground against his knot. The ewe arched and rocked back into him. Her eyes rolling back with a shaking, "BaaaaAAaaa!" as her walls clenched wetly against him. Sparks shot from clenched teeth as he hunched forward. His own body shaking as he pressed tighter to her. Oh heavens. He could feel her lips stretching. That slick warmth spread over his engorged flesh. His member twitched inside of her, seconds from erupting and emptying his pent-up lusts into her. Yet he held off that little more. That tiny bit of resistance as her body rocked back.

What the hell?

The drake threw his weight against her. His thrusts came in short and sharp. Each one pounded his knot against her body. Forcing her to stretch that much more. Her blissful bleating grew louder, forcing the dragon to reach up and cover her maw. Didn't want someone to find him now of all times. Ridges flared, popping with each draw out and slurping wetly as he drove himself back in. He could feel her pussy stretching around his knot. Entrance going wider with each slam. Yielding just that little more. Then... she was over halfway. He arched, huffing as his hips powered against hers. Almost, came the mental groan. He could feel his testes tensing, ready to spill at a moment's notice. Cock twitched inside her, his entire length throbbing with that pent need. Precum freely spraying against the ewe's insides, adding what lube it could for the finale.He ground his teeth, cracked his tail behind him, pulled back, and let his full weight fall against her.

Pop!

Spyro fell forward as the Ewe burst under him. The drake barely had time to blink before something hard clamped down behind his knot. Instinct made the purple dragon snarl and try to wrench around as... whatever it was tightened about his cock.

Except as he moved his hand, something rattled. The noise was enough to draw his attention down. A heavy band encircled his wrist. The band was a dull, dingy gray with runes etched onto it. A single diamond rested among one rune, and an opal in another. It was only on the hand that had covered the ewe's maw. So far at least. As he watched, chains started to fizz into existence. Magically forming one after the other. His eyes widened as they slowly, but surely, started to reach for his other wrist.

As realization began to settle in, Spyro became too keenly aware of the throbbing from below. He'd been right on the verge of cumming and now his cock was making its displeasure known. Looking under himself, he could just barely see another band behind his knot. It was a similar color to the one on his wrist. Dingy gray with dull runes etched onto it.

Fucking magic. Had to be. Shit like this was always magic. Well, he knew of a couple ways to beat magic. The dragon reared his head back and let a burst of flame engulf his hand. Red-hot fire roared and danced over his scales. Yet the band didn't change color, didn't heat up. Lips curled as he gave it his all.

Spyro ended his burst in a pant. Gasping as sparks burst from his maw. The drake hung his head and panted. Visionblurring from just how hard he'd blown.

Raw heat flared from his wrist and groin! Not hard enough to burn, but enough to make the dragon yelp. Head diving down to try and blow air on his wrist. While his wings beat and tried to push air down and under himself to cool his groin.

"UUURFH!"

He grunted as something shifted and pressed under his tail. That was all the warning he had before something slammed into his backside. Whatever it was, it was slender but quickly thickened. Stretching his body as it drove deeper. Spyro tried to yelp and draw back. His hand flying for his backside. The chain danglingoff his wrist snapped athis muzzle.

The link barely brushed his cheek. With an ear-splitting crackle, light flared across his muzzle. "Urrffmm," came the growling compliant as a muzzle made of ice spread over his maw. Spyro tried to jerk away, but the short length of chain bound his new muzzle to his wrist cuff. As he watched, the ice splintered and shattered, leaving more of those dull gray bands. To make matter worse, his own momentum sent him sprawling. Neck screaming as his head was jerked back down. Whipping his own paw out from under him; sending him crashing to the ground with a heavy thud. Which would have left him rather distraught if it weren't for what was happening down south.

Whatever was plunging into his rear had gotten thicker. The dragon's eyes tearing up as it stretched him to his absolute limit. Just as he was certain that he was going to be split in half. It popped in. His aching rear clenched down hard behind it. Painfully stretched muscles grabbing at the base of whatever plugged him.

He had a second to breathed and huff. The purple dragon sprawled awkwardly on the ground. Head pulled fairly close to a forepaw. Ass in air from where he'd tumbled forward. The drake stared up at his cock as it throbbed. Precum dripped onto his muzzle as he stared. Groaning low in his throat. From his new vantage, he could see a wide metal plate resting against his ass. It formed almost perfectly to his body, keeping the plug trapped in place. Right there, on the base of the object, was Gnasty Gnorc's signature.

That fucker.

Spyro only had a second to admire the signature before a low hum caught his ear. Just a deep, thrumming noise that built. Then the plug began to vibrate. It jerked and rattled against his insides. His eyes shot wide as it hit something inside his rear. Making him jump and squeal in the muzzle. Whatever the plug was hitting, it felt amazing. Spyro's eyes rolled back in his head as his aborted climax quickly rose again. The ring around his cock tightened, making it feel like a tight hole was wrapped about his knot. He arched as best he could, groaning as his member twitched. Jerking as precum spilled freely down onto his muzzle.

Yet it didn't let him finish.

"Rrrrrghhh!" he snarled into the muzzle. Lips curling and flames licking at his lips. The drake glared up at his cock. His member twitched in response. Ridges flared and pulsing, his entire length jumping with each hurried beat of his heart. He could feel it right there! Just another second and he'd cum. Between that tightness and the humming plug he had to! There's no way that he wouldn't peak with all that!

Yet his cock just kept pulsing. Thick veins throbbing along the length as his climax lingered. Staying just out of reach. Spyro's head spun as he lay there. Huffing in confusion and need. What was going on? This wasn't like any trap he'd heard of before. No spell could bind someone up like this, leave them on the verge of cumming, and then just not let it happen. That was beyond cruel! Using magic to turn gems into soldiers, capture the elders, and take over the world was one thing. Tempting him with a gem-sheep and not letting him cum? That was just evil!

As if sensing his thoughts, the plug vibrated harder. "Rrrrrmmm," Spyro groaned and hunched. Eyes narrowing as precum dripped onto his maw. Fuck! He huffed and fell back, chains rattling as the male slumped. His aching cock still throbbing with need.

The elders. He had to get up and go see the elders. Surely one of them would know what to do in this situation. If they didn't laugh at him.

Which they probably would. Idiots had called Gnasty ugly after all.

Still, they were his only hope for getting out of this. Spyro groaned and rolled over onto all fours. A shiver ripped through his body as his cock ran over that soft, supple grass. Even the touch of that enough to make the drake whimper and buck like some beast. His eyes narrowed as he stained the ground with precum. Deep pants lifting from the male as he shifted and got his feet under him. It was easier on all fours, could get his cock away from the ground. Though with it knotted and fully engorged, the grass was still tickling his tip. Spyro took a breath to steady himself. Now, just had to walk out of the clearing and...

Rattle... CLACK!

He stumbled as a second manacle snapped around his other forepaw. The purple dragon stumbled, staggered, and nearly went face down. Really? That's how it was going to be? He growled and looked down at his wrists. The heavy chains rattled and glinted in the light. Mocking him with how dingy they were. He narrowed his eyes and blew sparks at them.

The metal glowed where his breath landed. It flared with that warmth, then icy chill as another chain popped into existence. It rattled at him and stretched towards his hind leg. Pulling with enough force to make his claws drag backwards. When he dug his talons into the ground, the chain rattled and yanked. Then the plug buzzed that much harder. It was trying to make him lose his grip. To fall and let it fully bind him. What then? Would the orcs come get him? He had a feeling he didn't want to find out.

Right. So no fire anymore. Spyro groaned and lifted his head as much as he could. Had to get to the elders, and fast. Though fast was subjective. The chains didn't give him enough room to get a good charge going. If he tried to stretch into a lope, then he'd yank his own head off. Not to mention the way his cock was flopping around in the breeze.

"Hrrrff..." Spyro groaned as he started out. Wincing as the brush he'd easily pushed past scraped over his body. A thousand twigs and leaves danced over his flank and under his body. He tried to pull away as they brushed his cock. Only to earn a solid smack as one branch flexed a little too far. The dragon yelped, eyes watering as the leaves whipped across his throbbing manhood. Breath caught in his throat as his entire body hunched forward.

Fucking hell. This was going to be harder than he thought.

Spyro pushed from the brush. Wincing as the branches alternately rubbed and whipped his body. He tried to bring his wings down to guard, but there was only so much they could do. Especially as the chains started to reach for them. Worry built about what would happen if the chains should touch either of his wings.

Craning his head, the dragon looked out into the vast, rolling fields of the Artisan homeworld. Of course he had to pick one of the far corners didn't he? Who was closest? Fuck, it was hard to think. All he could focus on was that throbbing in his loins. His head began to beat in time with it. A dull headache of pent up need building in his head. Each step was agony, a torture as the rich, luxurious grass brushed over his tip. Every sway of his hips and swing of his tail made the plug shift. Sometimes the vibration would calm, then others it would buzz harder.

If only he could fly. Though he could maybe do something...

Rearing onto his hind feet, the drake began to pump his wings. It wouldn't be enough for flight, but he could build up some speed. All he had to do was keep his front up and keep running. It was tricky, getting his tail just right, pumping his wings, then starting to run. Especially without being able to use his front legs. Sure, he tried to gallop with both at once, but that ended with him headbutting the ground.

What did he look like? Running around on hinds, wings flapping, erection pointed straight forward? Must have been fucking hilarious for anyone looking right now. Didn't matter because he was getting a good head of steam built up. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he found help. Elders, Sparx, it didn't matter who he found, so long as he found someone.

So what now? Spyro grinned to himself, got you outsmarted, Gnasty don't I? Bet you never thought I'd do this! Running like this wasn't easy. Took a lot of coordination, but it kept his mind off other things. Why, he could even ignore the throbbing from his manhood and the buzzing in his rear.

Until the band about his cock loosened. Not much, just enough to let it relax. Then it shifted. Something softer, with a lot more give, wrapped around his knot. A bare, very light touch was all it took. In an instant, the band snapped open and that softness clamped about his bulb. Milking it as the plug sparked and jolted inside his body. Just the band releasing would have been enough, but paired with that electric shock?

"Arrrrmph!" he squealed into the muzzle. Legs buckled as his climax hit. Thick, rich dragon cum erupted from the purple male as his entire body hunched. Eyes rolled back as his entire body locked up. Which wasn't great timing all considered.

"Ooomph!" Spyro tumbled horns over heels as he lost every bit of coordination he had. The purple drake plowed into the ground, churning up grass and dirt. Wings folded tight about his body to keep himself safe. All while his hips jerked and throbbed. Cum coating his belly and wings. Even painting his muzzle as his head tucked into his wings. The purple drake shivered, only just aware that he was tumbling down a hill. Nothing beyond his aborted, then teased climax mattered.

He huffed and panted, laying there on the ground. The dragon had tucked himself into a rather tight ball. Tight enough that his cock was resting on his muzzle. Purple face striped with his rich cream. His vision blurred as he tried to collect himself.

The plug wouldn't stop though. It was just buzzing harder, that soft sleeve milked his knot. He ground his teeth and groaned, hips rocking as he kept firing shot after shot over his own face and belly. It was like the tightest, most eager pussy ever was milking him. All while that plug alternated between vibrating and shocking. He arched and jerked on the ground.

Or at least he tried to.

Seemed that in his tumble, the chains had gone to work again. Both wings were bound tightly to his sides now. All four legs bound together. Even his tail was chained now, a long length keeping it wrapped close to his muzzle. The dragon was now wrapped up in a neat, curled up package. Could imagine that Gnasty's warriors were on their way to collect him now. Boy, this would be an embarrassing way to lose everything wouldn't it? Sorry, couldn't save the world, got tied up while fucking a sheep.

He growled and twisted slowly. The dragon winced, groaning as he had to contort himself. His tail stretched higher, pulling against the plug, forcing his own rear to stretch a bit more. Somehow, by pure luck, he was able to shift so that his tail was up above him. Though, with the short length of chain between muzzle and forepaws, it meant his tail had to be arched almost painfully high. Still, he could walk. Even it meant his back had to be arched and his tail lifted like a whore.

As if sensing he was about to escape again, the thing on his cock shifted. That softness slipped back and clamped hard behind his knot. He groaned and narrowed his eyes as his cock twitched. Whatever last bits of cum he had left trapped behind the band. And then the plug started again. That deep, heavy vibrating that made him weak at the knees.

No, he wasn't going to let this beat him! The dragon ground his teeth in defiance as he stood. Legs shook from the effort. He felt weak, weary, but intensely focused. His cock pulsed, thrumming with the built up lusts that crashed about his insides. That toy was buzzing so hard, it made Spyro's backside tremble. It was hard to focus, let alone stand. Yet here he was. "Uffffggg," he groaned into the muzzle as he squared his shoulders and lifted his head.

Good news was that the chains relaxed. He could lift his head, thus lowering his tail some.

Bad news was that it pulled the chains about his legs tighter. Meaning that Spyro had to press his thighs together, grinding them against his engorged knot. Eyes rolled as the male whimpered into his bridle. He took a very small step. Barely even shuffling his feet. It wasn't much, but at least he was moving forward. Even if it was at a snail's pace.

He kept his eyes fixed ahead of himself. Mind focused as hard as it could on the path before him. Last thing he wanted to do was trip now. If he fell, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to get on his feet again. Let alone get moving.

Limbs shook as the dragon stepped forward. How long had he been walking? Minutes? Hours? Had to be days. He dare not look back over his shoulder. Didn't want to see the truth out of fear. Spyro's entire world had dissolved to just taking a single step at the time. His head throbbed in time with his pulsing knot. Precum staining his thighs as each step rubbed them against his engorged flesh. The drake feared for that moment when the devious thing would shift again and stoke another climax from him. He could feel it there. Looming just behind that band. The pent up need to release. A torrent of cum waited to be let loose. One that would sweep him away and leave him, weary and spent. Just had to keep moving. Just had to...

"Ah," a shadow fell over him, "there you are."