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"Thank you so much, Spyro! If it wasn't for you those blasted Rhynocs would still be running amok through our town."

"It was no trouble, guys, really," said Spyro, feeling more than a bit awkward with how Mayor Leo just wouldn't stop thanking him. "I'm happy to help. Besides, those jerks took the dragon eggs; I couldn't really just let them go without getting them back."

"Still, there has to be some way we can repay you," said Mayor Leo.

"You can always let me know if they come back, or if you find any more dragon eggs," suggested Spyro.

"Yes, yes, of course," said Mayor Leo. "But there's got to be something more we can offer you than that!"

"It's fine, Mayor, really," said Spyro, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his wings. Even though he was used to dealing with guys like the rhynocs by now, it could still be a bit much.

Mayor Leo, however, noticed that the purple dragon looked to have a few aches and stiff muscles, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"I know just what you need! One of Sunny Villa's famous massages!" exclaimed Leo. "Just what a hero needs after tangling with those brutes."

"That really isn't necess--"

But the mayor cut him off with a shout. "George! Horace! Paulus!"

Three lions quickly appeared, each one wearing one of the togas that seemed to be all the rage in Sunny Villa. Spyro recognized the pale-furred lion with the red-lined toga as George, the first of the townspeople he'd met when he arrived. The one with the darker fur and the yellow trimmed toga was Paulus, the lion he'd saved from a pair of rhynocs, and in the plain toga with the yellow belt was Horace, the guy who'd been avoiding the rhynoc at the fountain. He didn't look all that different from the Mayor, save for his green eyes, having the common fur color of most of the people Spyro had seen here.

"You called for us, Mr. Mayor?"

"Yes! Our dragon friend here worked so hard to free our fair town, I think it's only right we repay him. And I can't think of anything better to show him our gratitude than one of Sunny Villa's famous massages. Would you three mind helping our friend with his needs?"

The ears of the assembled lions perked up at the mayor's words.

"We wouldn't mind at all, sir," said Horace.

George nodded eagerly in agreement. "Absolutely!"

"The three of us can give Spyro just what he needs to relax after a hard day's work," added Paulus.

"Guys, really, that's not necessary. You don-t have tooooohhhhh..." Spyro moaned as George stepped over and started rubbing firmly between his wings and up to his shoulders, working his muscles gently but with purpose. Rethinking his objections, Spyro relented. "Well, I suppose a massage would be nice..."

"Excellent!" said Mayor Leo. "You heard him, boys! Please take our young hero somewhere he can relax and give him your fullest, most attentive care."

As the lions walked off, leading Spyro into town, the mayor waved and called after them. "Enjoy yourself, Spyro! They'll be more than happy to give you exactly what you need!"

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"We're ready for you now," said George. "Come on in, Spyro, and make yourself comfortable."

Walking passed the pale-furred lion and into the room, Spyro had to admit, it was pretty impressive. A large balcony overlooked the ocean and the beach below, offering views of white sand, crystal blue water and a pleasant ocean breeze. A low table with a padded top stood in the center of the room. There were some shelves filled with towels next to a table covered in bottles and boxes filled with Spyro didn't know what. Candles were artfully arranged around the room, and were giving off a pleasant, gentle scent that combined with the smell of the ocean wafting in from outside to provide a feeling of wonderful relaxation for the young dragon. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Have you ever had a massage before, Spyro?" asked George.

The dragon shook his head. "No, I haven't. I've heard about them from some of the other dragons, and I know Hunter likes them a lot, but I've never gotten one."

"Oh, you mean that cheetah?" asked Horace. "Yeah, he's a big fan of a Sunny Villa massage. Comes by all the time."

"Must be pretty good then," said Spyro.

"The best," said Paulus proudly. "We'll make sure to give you a really good time. Without some of our patented oil, you'll be relaxing in no time, and our paws'll slide over your scales smooth as ice. You're gonna love it - never had a guy yet who's complained about one of our full service massages."

"Well, consider me convinced," said Spyro. "Not gonna lie, that's quite the sales pitch you've got there."

"Great! why don't we get started then?" asked George. He patted the cushioned table top gently. "Go ahead and hop up here and get comfortable Spyro, while we finish getting ready."

Spyro climbed up on the table, getting into a more comfortable position that would let him try to relax. The table may have been built for lions, but it was a surprisingly good fit for him, even if his face didn't really fit in the hole at the head of the table.

"So, what else do you guys need to do to finish getting ... ready..."Spyro's words trailed off as his mouth fell open slightly when he turned and saw what the three lions were doing.

"You wouldn't want us getting oil on our togas, would you?" asked George, who had just finished hanging his up on one of a row of hooks by the door, leaving the pale-furred lion standing there in stark naked, even as Spyro did his best not to stare at the fuzzy sheath and sac bouncing between the feline's legs as he moved.

"Yeah, relax Spyro," said Paulus, his darker fur an interesting contrast to George. "We're all guys here. Nothing the other haven't seen before. Not like you normally wear clothes anyway."

"Besides, this is how we always do massages," added Horace, his tail flicking over a surprisingly plump rear his toga had done a good job of hiding. "Customers are usually more relaxed if they aren't the only ones naked."

"Uh, I... I guess that makes sense," said the dragon.

"Just lay there and take it easy, Spyro," said George, setting some bottles on a small cart and wheeling it over next to the padded table. "A handsome hero like you deserves to be pampered every once in a while. And I guarantee once we get going, you'll be begging us not to stop. The lions of Sunny Villa take pride in what we do, and the three of us are the very best, if I do say so myself."

Spyro was more than a little shocked by the sudden nudity, but honestly he couldn't say it bothered him all that much once they'd actually striped down. After all, how much clothing people wore - or if they wore it at all - was so wildly different everywhere he went that he didn't really give it much thought anymore. Sunny Villa was just one of the places where everybody tended to be dressed, so he hadn't really been expecting it.

Spyro laid down on his belly as the lions moved to stand around the table. He wasn't sure what was in those candles, but something about their scent was making him more and more relaxed, mixing with the sounds of the waves outside to get an impressive calm going that he hadn't enjoyed in quite a while. But none of that compared to when the three lions gathered around him poured some pleasantly warm oil over his scales, a little more in their palms, and got to work.

Spyro groaned happily as their paws started working over his scales, starting by working over his shoulders and the back of his neck. Whatever tension he'd still been carrying was quickly melting away as those warm paws worked his muscles, getting rid of knots he hadn't even realized were there. Another loud moan escaped him, making the dragon blush slightly as George kept working his neck and shoulders while the other two began massaging around the base of his wings. He'd never felt anything like this before; if the rest of the massage felt even half this good, he was definitely going to have to make this a regular thing.

"Damn, that feels awesome," moaned Spyro. "No wonder Hunter comes here so much. You guys are really good with your paws... unff! Oh yeah.... Oh man that's good... no way dragons would be as good at this, not with our claws and big, scaly hands."

"We're good with more than just our paws," said George, though Spyro was enjoying his massage too much to really wonder what he meant by that. "The mayor said to give you our best, so don't you worry Spyro - you'll be getting the full service massage just like your friend does, and he always leaves here happy."

The lions were very thorough. After working the tension out of Spyro's forelimbs until they were as limp as noodle, they started at his hind-feet and up his legs until they reached his lower back. When they started rubbing at the base of his tail, Spyro's tongue lolled out in bliss, the purple dragon lifting his tail into their hands, eager for more. Of course, this had the added - and on Spyro's part completely unintentional - effect of exposing the dragon boy's tight tailhole to the hungry eyes of the lions.

Exactly as planned.

"Spyro?" asked George, climbing up on the table to kneel behind Spyro, right between his spread legs. "You want the complete Sunny Villa experience, right?"

"Mmmmmm... if it feels even half as good as I do already, then hell yes I do."

"Excellent," said George. He reached over to the cart and dipped his fingers in the bottle of oil. "Well, in order to give you what you want, and make sure you're properly relaxed, we need to work all of your muscles until all your tension is gone."

"Sounds good to me."

"Including the muscles right here."

George pressed his fingers against Spyro's tailhole. The dragon jumped very slightly, but as the lion continued working his fingers around the outside of his tailhole, Spyro found himself pushing back against them, his body eager for the lion's touch. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but George, Horace, and Paulus certainly did. The candles and oils weren't just for show - without fail, they always made their clients, warm, relaxed, and oh so horny, ready for a romp with whichever lion or lions were lucky enough to serve them. And the chance to bed the famous dragon was an opportunity none of them wanted to pass up. Though by now, Spyro was swimming in so much pleasure and slowly-building arousal, they knew there was really only one reaction to expect from him.

And that's exactly what they got.

Spyro raised his tail even higher, putting himself on full display for the lion kneeling behind him.

"Sounds good to me."

George smiled at the dragon's words, and started to slowly work a finger under Spyro's tail. The lion had done this enough times to realize that despite how tight Spyro was back there, he wasn't as tight as a virgin would be, so even if it was just with toys, this definitely wasn't Spyro's first time taking something back there. Grinning to himself at the implications, George was pleasantly surprised when his finger sunk all the way in to the knuckle without a word of complaint from Spyro; not only was he not complaining, he was actively pushing his shapely yellow-scaled backside back some to force his finger in jus that little bit deeper.

After only a minute or so of working back and forth, George added a second finger, getting a pleasant gasp from Spyro, followed by a wanton moan when the lion started scissoring his fingers back and forth, stretching the dragon out and getting his hole relaxed enough for the real fun to start. When he'd judged Spyro to be prepped enough, George pulled his fingers out and poured more oil into his paw, working it over his cock until it was slick and shiny, scooting up to kneel behind Spyro and take a hold of his hips, lining himself up with Spyro's entrance.

George slowly worked his hips forward, both he and Spyro gasping when the head of his cock popped through the dragon's tailhole, Spyro's pucker squeezing down on George even as he sank down until he bottomed out. George didn't move at first, letting Spyro take the opportunity to get used to his length inside him before he slowly pulled back, the dragon's head snapping back as he moaned loudly at the exotic and erotic feeling of the barbs covering the lion's penis plucked and teased at his insides. George quickly thrust back in until he was buried balls deep in the hot dragon boy, massaging Spyro's ass as he started moving, working up to a steady rhythm that had his furry hips slapping against Spyro's scaly ass, and his barbed cock making the scaled hunk moan and shiver at the feeling.

Horace and Paulus weren't planning on sitting out the fun, either. Moving around to the head of the table, Spyro was surprised to feel something tapping at his face. Opening his eyes even as his body shook from George's firm thrusts into his backside, Spyro was greeted to the sight of Horace standing there, cock in hand, gently slapping the tip of his dick against the dragon's cheek, while Paulus was doing the same to his other side. The two felines smelled wonderful, and Spyro couldn't help but lick as lips as he was presented with two perfect specimens of lion cock, each one covered in the same barbs that were currently teasing his tailhole and making him leak precum onto the table beneath him as his cock quickly grew out of his slit.

"You're not going to keep us waiting, are you Spyro?" asked Horace.

"Choose wisely, though," added Paulus, the dark-furred lion stroking his cock slowly, a bead of precum collecting at the tip. "Doesn't really matter to us which one you pick, but you're gonna have to make it up to which ever one of us doesn't get to feel that sweet tongue of yours."

At this point, Spyro was having trouble concentrating on much of anything the lions were saying, the massage and the barbed penis plowing his backside were just too good. But even so, seeing a hard, dripping dick in front of his face meant that there was really only one thing for the dragon to do. Opening his mouth wide, Spyro extended his tongue and licked from the base of Paulus' shaft up to the tip, slurping up the bead of precum waiting there before pulling the lion's penis into his mouth and quickly bobbing his head, working that warm length with his tongue. The barb's felt odd to him, but Spyro wasn't complaining - that lion dick tasted delicious.

Paulus moaned as Spyro's lips started sliding along his cock - this dragon was damn good with his tongue! He was soon bucking his hips, almost fucking the dragon-boy's face, gripping his horns like handlebars to push and pull that wonderful wet mouth along his dick. Beside him, Horace wasn't sitting idle either, jerking himself and rubbing his dripping tip over Spyro's face where he could, the occasional shot of pre splashing across Spyro's purple scales and leaving his face a slick, sticky mess. Not that the dragon seemed to mind, as whenever he changed up the angle of the cock in his mouth, he made sure to press his cheeks and snout against Horace's dick as much as possible.

As much as he was enjoying pounding Spyro's ass, it had been a while and George was Moore than a little pent up, which meant that while that tight, hot tailhole milking his cock felt amazing, it also didn't take too long for him to reach his limit. Picking up the pace, he slammed in and out of Spyro, making the dragon's whole body shake until his furry balls pulled up and emptied into the moaning dragon beneath him, spilling out around him as he kept moving, matting the fur of his sac and dripping down onto the table.

The warmth filling his ass and pulsing over his prostate had Spyro moaning loudly around his mouthful as he added to the mess beneath him, his whole body clenching as he painted the table with dragon seed. Paulus' knees nearly gave out as he felt the vibrations moving up his cock, and he forced Spyro's head all the way down onto him and pumped a loud down the moaning reptile's throat, cutting of his moans as they gave way to hungry, wet gulping. Horace wasn't far behind, jerking himself to blissful release and painting Spyro's purple face with lines of lion cum until it was dripping off his chin.

Once the lions had pulled out of him, they didn't waste any time in flipping Spyro over onto his back, smiling lustily when his tapered cock was revealed, standing proudly over his stomach. Shuffling positions, George was soon standing at the head of the table, working his oil-covered paws over Spyro's chest and shoulders, the yellow scales pushing up against his fingers as Spyro tried to catch his breath. Paulus and Horace worked their way down Spyro's stomach and sides, enjoying the jerking little twitches they got from him whenever they hit a particularly sensitive spot. Once they'd worked their way back down to Spyro's lower half, it was time to get back to the real fun.

Paulus climbed up onto the table between Spyro's legs, straddling the dragon's tail and coating his cock in oil. The lion lifted and spread Spyro's legs, lining himself up and slipping inside, the recent fucking and George's cum adding lubrication letting him bottom out immediately and start humping Spyro's backside, making the dragon's cock sway. That didn't last long though before Horace bent his head down and slipped the dragon's penis into his mouth, bobbing and slurping over it, purring deep in his chest at the taste.

The cock up his ass and the mouth around his dick, combined with the vibrations of Horace's purring, left Spyro an aroused, moaning mess. Moans that were quickly muffled when George slipped his cock passed Spyro's lips, the dragon instinctively starting to lick and suck at the lion's cock as George started humping his face, the purple dragon's nose pressed right against George's fluffy sac every time the lion hilted in his muzzle.

Spyro moaned and trembled at the feelings washing over him. He'd never felt anything this good before. Sure, he had a bit of experience, but these lions were clearly experts when it came to sex and pleasing another guy. They knew just the right angle to hit his prostate every time they thrust into him, and holy shit, the feeling of those barbs against his insides was blowing his mind! No wonder Hunter came here so often. Hmm... maybe he'd have to see if next time, the cheetah was up for some company. The thought of watching Hunter getting it on with these lions was rather appealing. And he also couldn't help but consider what he and Hunter might do together as well. Did the cheetah have the same barbs these lions did?

That mental image, combined with everything he was feeling and the dirty thoughts of the fun he, Hunter, and these lion boys could have pushed Spyro over the edge once again and he came, dragon cum quickly filling Horace's mouth faster than the lion could swallow it, making his cheeks bulge out from the sheer volume of Spyro's load. Horace, who had been jerking his cock furiously from the moment Spyro's dick passed his lips, added to the mess on the table and Spyro's scales, painting his hip with lion spunk.

Spyro's orgasm made his tailhole even tighter, spasming around Paulus and milking his dick. The dark-furred lion threw his head back and roared proudly as he came, filling the dragon with his second load of the day, looking down to watch that tight tailhole shaking where it had been stretched around his dick, rolling his hips to keep teasing Spyro with his barbs.

George wasn't far behind, the purple dragon's orgasmic moans overstimulating him, especially when Spyro buried his snout against the lion's balls and his cock in his throat, lapping and sucking at it hungrily. Seeing the dragon so eager for his load was the last straw, and George gave him what they both wanted, emptying his balls down Spyro's throat and filling his belly with even more warm lion cum. The dragon didn't miss a single drop.

The lions practically collapsed when their orgasms were over, Horace and Paulus slipping off the table to join George on the floor, the pale-furred lion having fallen flat on his ass when Spyro finally let his dick leave his hungry muzzle. All three of them were panting heavily, two orgasms in such quick succession having overloaded them with afterglow. However, that also meant that all three of them missed the erect dragon-dick still standing proudly between Spyro's legs, or the hungry look on the dragon's face.

George rolled over on his hands and knees, slowly trying to get to his feet.

"Damn, that was fun! So, Spyro, what did you think of your first full-service Sunny Villa mass-aaAAHH!"

George jumped in surprise when he felt something pounce on his back, his chest quickly pinned to the floor by two scaly hands, his ass high in the air as his legs were kicked apart. Before he could ask what was happening, his head snapped back with a loud moan when Spyro's dick sank inside him. The dragon kept him pinned with one hand while the other hooked around his hip, pulling his ass back to meet the hard, deep thrusts of Spyro's powerful hips, the lion's package swaying beneath him, his quickly renewing erection slapping against his belly.

"Oh, we're nowhere near done," growled Spyro playfully, nibbling on one of George's ears. "It takes a lot more than that to wear out a dragon. And if you thought after all that I was going to pass up the chance to try out this furry ass of yours, you've got another thing coming."

Turning to glance back at Horace and Paulus, Spyro was pleased to see that both lions' cock were quickly getting hard again, their eyes locked on the sight of their friend being mounted by the sexy dragon.

"You two might want to grab that oil and start getting yourselves ready, because as soon as I'm done putting a load in George here..." Spyro thrust forward hard, ramming into the lion's prostate, making him moan and mewl like a needy kitten. "... you two are next."

Horace and Paulus looked at each other for just a moment as the dragon's words sunk in, before quickly snatching up the bottle of oil and dumping it in their hands, spreading their legs wide to show Spyro as they lubed themselves up, fingers slipping inside themselves to try and entice the sexy dragon, each one hoping to be the next to get to ride his cock, all of them with the unspoken understanding that they wouldn't be finished any time soon.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.