Spyro Gets Hard

-a grrside story-

CHAPTER 1

A herd of harmless sheep grazed across the green meadow. They were completely unaware of the immense danger in which they found themselves because behind some nearby bushes fierce eyes watched them with an insatiable hunger.

The mythological beast smiled mischievously, the only thing it liked more than devouring an easy prey was toying with a fearful prisoner. So the beast kept well hidden until the innocent creatures were within reach of its claws...

"Beee."

"Beeeeeee."

"Beee."

They were getting closer... It was their chance! With great momentum, the dragon left its hiding place and towered over the herd with a loud...

"GROWWWWWWWWWL!!!!"

"Beee."

"Beeeeeee."

"Beee."

What the hell? They didn't even flinch? Perhaps they had not heard him correctly?

"GROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWL!!!!!!"

"...Beee." The sheep turned away. They weren't escaping, rather they were leaving the scene with a rather pedantic air of self-sufficiency.

"I'm serious, you miserable bunch of sentient wool!" The purple dragon said. "Come back here, I'm hungry!"

The sheep seemed more annoyed by the desperate dragon's insolence than by his pathetic attempts to scare them away.

"You asked for it..." The young dragon charged in the direction of the sheep. "Surely you won't be so sassy when I burn all that fluffy wool off your asses!" He said seconds before exhaling a deadly breath of fire.

"BEEEEEE! BEEEEEEE!..."

In less than a second, the entire herd had been reduced to carbonized versions of themselves.

"Heh heh, that's what you get for messing with the pride of a dragon!... Huh?! Wait a minute..."

To the surprise of the mythological beast, the charred remains of the sheep disintegrated and all that was left were colorful butterflies. These precious insects fluttered around the stupefied dragon for a few moments... Until a swarm of hungry dragonflies appeared and devoured each and every one of them.

"What the hell...! The one who wanted to eat the sheep was me, you thieving dragonflies!" The tiny dragon cursed. One of the dragonflies landed on the dragon's nose and made a funny sound with its tongue in mockery.

The dragon wanted to scorch it, but the dragonfly turned out to be too agile and all the young creature managed to do was fill his own face with ash.

As the young violet dragon cleared his eyes with his paws, a huge red dragon appeared behind him.

"Hey Spyro! Stop prancing around with the critters, we're about to start!"

"I wasn't 'prancing around with the critters', Delbin! I was hunting lunch like the fierce hunter dragon I am!... Wait, what?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten..." The gigantic red dragon was of a medium size, but from the perspective of Spyro, who at full thirty years old was still relatively short in stature and somewhat pudgy, the other adult dragons always looked big and strong. Maybe that's why Spyro still hadn't managed to romance any dragon of the opposite sex. Oh, how the unfit purple dragon would like to be that big and muscular, then everybody would treat him seriously...!

"Spyro, are you listening to what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure..." Spyro said, snapping out of his reverie.

"I'll repeat it to you anyway... The interview starts in five minutes. You, Astor and I will be representing everyone in the world of Artisans on live TV, so you better not stick any of your paws where they shouldn't..."

"Of course I won't screw up...! By the way... Um... What was my line?"

Delbin let out a loud laugh. "You don't have any lines! You just stay next to Astor making that cute innocent dragon face. You have to give the interview a family-friendly touch, you know how television is..."

"I see, so my job is to manipulate the masses with my handsomeness... I like it!"

But once the interview began, Spyro realized that he didn't like it at all. Astor's part was only going to last two minutes and it had already been about twelve. The young purple dragon was fed up with his role. That was twelve minutes of him grinning like an idiot at the camera, standing as still as a statue, while the old gray dragon gave his opinion on the economic crisis.

"Yes, yes, it is true that there has been a bit of a recession in the production of gems but in the last quarter we have produced 120 million of them... or was it 120 thousand? I always get confused with these new currencies. Back in the days of sapphires, 20 sapphires was enough to go to the movies. And if you went on Wednesdays, which had a special price, then you could go for a light dinner afterwards! Or was it on Thursdays? In my time I'm sure it was Wednesdays because on Wednesdays they also put that TV show about police dragons that I liked so much at that time, but I think they moved it to Sundays. Or maybe they are still on Wednesdays, that would also be a possibility... I'm talking about the day with special pricing at the movie theater, of course. It is impossible that I was referring to the TV show featuring police dragons since they canceled it decades ago, although I have heard that they are filming a remake, or whatever the hell they call it, adapted for the big screen but these new actors don't convince me, they don't even reach the paws of the original actors. Speaking of movies, the current prices of movie tickets are abusive, and I always get confused with these new currencies. Back in the days of sapphires..."

One of the producers warned the director of the program. "Shouldn't we just tell him to focus on the topic of the day? We're going off schedule..." But the director was enjoying herself. "Are you kidding? The TV share is skyrocketing. The senior demographic loves these nostalgic reminiscences. Let's make him ramble about random stuff for just a tiny bit more..."

They had already spent more than twenty minutes with Astor's section, and Spyro's facial muscles were beginning to ache from smiling so much... And now he also had another problem to take care of."(If I had known that I was not going to have any lines, I would not have drunk so much fresh water to clear my throat this morning...)"

The young purple dragon was beginning to sweat, his wide smile beginning to twist into a zigzag line, his hind legs dancing with desperation.

"Pssst! Spyro, don't move so much!" Delbin whispered to him from outside the camera view.

Spyro regained his stance and tried to remain as still as a piece of scenery, and he succeeded... for a moment. But that position wasn't very conducive to suppressing his urge to go to the bathroom as soon as possible and to the dragon's horror, he noticed that with so much pressure on his nether parts his penis was starting to bulge out of his dragon cloaca, a completely natural reaction in male dragons when they're desperate for a time out behind some bushes.

"(If this keeps up, my boner will be broadcast live on national TV! I'll be the laughingstock of the Dragon World!)"

Spyro did his best to resist, and at last, Astor's section seemed to be about to finish.

"Very well, now we will speak with Mr. Delbin, with whom we will discuss one of the characters that has been generating the most controversy in recent months, Gnasty Gnorc..." Said the host of the program.

"But I haven't finished telling my anecdote yet, I was about to get to the best part!" The old dragon protested.

"No, no, I think we've heard enough from you..." Delbin said, snatching the microphone away from Astor.

"But, I still haven't talked about that time when I was in the Fairy World in my younger years and I met those twin sisters who were hornier than any nymph...!" Astor protested as he was dragged off the shot.

"No, I think it's more important to talk about that cunning liar Gnasty Gnorc..." Delbin said smugly. The cameras focused on him. "And what's more, I think there's something that should have been said to that ugly orc a long time ago..."

"(Astor section is finally over! My chance for a quick piss in the pond!)" Spyro thought with relief. "Sorry guys, but it looks like I have things to do!" The pudgy purple dragon said goodbye, running off with clear desperation on his face as soon as he was out of camera range.

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CHAPTER 2

Meanwhile, in the World of Orcs...

"This is a statement to all employees of Gnasty Toys Inc. Gather in the conference room for an extraordinary presentation led by Gnasty Gnorc, our compassionate and humble CEO... As well as our tyrannical leader and single handedly the most powerful individual in all of the Orc World, but that's a given."

Today was a decisive day for Gnasty Gnorc. This gigantic orc had been involved in some trouble with the authorities in the past, like that time he was caught clad in just his upper part of barbarian armor and helmet wielding a spiked mace which he had used to threaten a pair of drunken dragons.

After that controversy, his passport to travel between worlds was revoked, practically banishing him to the World of Orcs. But that was going to change shortly. Thanks to his wise investments in the gem stock market, he had taken over all the major toy factories in the nation, in short monopolizing the entire manufacturing industry in the entire World of Orcs, since orcs are not smart enough to manufacture anything used by a child older than seven.

But Gnasty Toys Inc. was going to go further. With its new line of products that it would launch today it would announce its expansion to new markets in foreign worlds, historically becoming the first multi-world company founded in the World of Orcs.

And one of the perks of being the CEO of a multi-world company is that you can travel between worlds without a passport, what a coincidence! That is why today was decisive not only for the investors of his company, but also for the personal purposes of this orc who loved traveling to other worlds on holidays.

"Since the beginning of time," began the speech of Gnasty Gnorc, dressed in a very elegant black suit, "all magical beings have asked themselves the same unanswerable question..." Gnasty pressed a button and a slide with the words "What the hell do I spend my allowance on?" written well in large appeared behind his back.

"But I assure you that after this presentation, this question will be pulverized completely." The digital words literally pulverized as Gnasty said this. "And it will be replaced by something slightly different..." And the next sentence that appeared left the audience speechless. "What the hell do I TRANSFORM my allowance on?"

A wave of murmurs arose among the public.

"That can not be!"

"It has to be a misspelling, right?"

"It's one of those weird figurative phrases that don't mean what they actually say... I think..."

Gnasty smiled at his stupefied closed-minded orc compatriots. "Let me show you."

Gnasty took a single gem from his jacket pocket.

"Wow! I could buy one roasted sheep steak at the supermarket with that!" Said one of the hungriest orcs in the audience.

The president of the successful company laughed.

"Why settle for a simple steak from the supermarket, when you can have the freshest, juiciest sheep right here thanks to this gem?"

"That would be impossible!" Said one of the most incredulous. "The sheep are imported from the Dragon World! With customs included it is impossible to buy a whole sheep with just one gem!"

And that's when the show started. A short orc, one of Gnasty Gnorc's servants, handed over a gigantic golden wand to his master. At one end of this wand was a switch with two positions. Gnasty Gnorc moved it to the top position and pointed the end of his wand at the gem. In just a few seconds, four black legs and a head sprouted from the gem. The gem's texture changed color until it became soft, high-quality wool.

"Beee." Said the sheep that Gnasty Gnorc was holding in his hand.

"Incredible!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Beeeeee-"

*NOOOM* Gnasty Gnorc gobbled it all up in one bite. "Mmm... It's the freshest and tastiest sheep I've ever eaten in my life."

The audience whistled and cheered. Gnasty Gnorc had the investors in the palm of his hand.

"Our new line of products made entirely from gems will be available soon in this world... and many more! I'm pleased to announce the global expansion of Gnasty Toys Inc.! Our new ad campaign will be airing in just a few moments on all major television networks..."

Gnasty used his remote to switch the gigantic screen to its television mode. But even though the orc was sure he had timed it perfectly, the Dragon World channel was still running a boring program in which a somewhat senile dragon was being dragged along saying something or the other about how whorish the populace of the Fairy World were.

"Sorry for the technical problems, this is not what should be broadcasting..." Gnasty Gnorc was trying to clarify. ("Damn national TV, why don't they ever stick to their own schedules?!") As Gnasty Gnorc tried to calm his noisy audience on the monitor behind him, a rather muscular reddish-skinned dragon came into the foreground.

"[And what's more...]" Said the dragon on the big screen with surround sound. "[I think there's something that should have been told to that ugly Gnasty Gnorc a long time ago...]"

The orcs loudly laughed and many expelled the occasional gas. Gnasty Gnorc was speechless.

"Ugly?!"

"[...Gnasty Gnorc, that disgusting and smelly asshole who keeps appearing in the news as if he is someone important when in fact he is banished in the World of Orcs due to its low intelligence and so for us dragons he's no big deal at all...]"

"Low intelligence?!" The orc exclaimed while his fellow men laughed at his expense.

"[And what about that rumor of him planning to transform the gems into soldiers to dominate the rest of the worlds?]" asked an interviewer.

"[Ha! Baseless rumors. That stinky orc wouldn't even know how to turn gems into dust...]"

"Stinky?!" There was nothing Gnasty Gnorc could do except repeat in stupefaction every insult the dragon hurled at him, which only made the situation more amusing for those attending the press conference.

"[...And if he's such a big and powerful orc, why does he have to resort to a girly magic wand to perform his whims? Something tells me that he's actually a complete sissy. I'm sure he's overcompensating for the size of his co-]"

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" The orc yelled with eyes filled with anger. Gnasty Gnorc let out a primal roar in declaration of war and with his strong fists tore his black expensive designer suit to shreds, revealing to the audience that under his clothes he always wore his favorite barbarian warrior armor on his torso. The orcs joined their leader in his roars of war, eager to return to action after so many years working in a boring toy factory.

"I'll show you who's a sissy!" Blinded by his anger, Gnasty Gnorc forgot all his plans to lead an honest life, in his mind he only wanted to take revenge on the entire Dragon World in the cruelest way possible.

Gnasty Gnorc fixed his fierce gaze on the wand with which he had just transmuted a gem into a living being and remembered that by reversing the position of this switch he could perform the reverse process...

"Listen to me, dragons! You messed with the wrong orc! You will regret it for all eternity! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!"

The orc was so enraged that he used every last drop of magic that ran through his body to cast out the spell (which was tiny, but fortunately the wand that he held in his hands with such force had been recharged with a lot of magic shortly before the press conference), a great green explosion went through the roof of the building and shot across the skies of countless worlds...

...

...

...

"[And that's all I wanted to say. Thank you so much for conceding me this interview, I love your show.]" The red dragon said on live TV.

Gnasty Gnorc was perplexed, he was sure that the spell had gone straight into the World of Dragons, but the television channel was still broadcasting live and... Nothing had happened.

"I don't get it. What was supposed to happen?" Said one of the orcs in the audience. "Weren't we going to war? And who is going to fix the roof?"

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CHAPTER 3

The crystal clear water of the pond was overflowing, just like the purple dragon's tortured bladder. Spyro could barely contain himself but he checked his surroundings. From this distance he could still hear a pissed off Delbin making his little speech on camera, but with the trees and brush surrounding the pond it was impossible for anyone to see him taking care of his needs.

The poor Spyro couldn't keep his hind legs still as he positioned himself in front of the water. He was afraid he would slip into the pond and drown. The water in the pool was shallow and there was hardly any current, but Spyro was a lousy swimmer. Learning to swim takes years and years of practice, it wasn't as simple as just paying some rich bear guy a bunch of gems to teach you how to dive like a professional in less than a minute.

The dragon sat down on the cold soft earth placing its scaled belly in front, its tail almost skimming the pond water and, after nervously hesitating for a bit, it used his right purple paw to dig into his cloaca and fish out its dragon penis.

Spyro felt a light breeze pass through his red organ and his entire body shivered. Male dragons, especially when they are virgins and have not yet discovered the sexual pleasure that their reproductive system can provide with a partner, are not at all used to going around with their penises out in the open.

Most dragons go around not wearing any item of clothing except for some decorative accessories but of course they never worry about not wearing pants as their reptilian bodies keep their important bits safe inside them, balls included.

If Spyro had been born as an orc in the World of Orcs, at his age his peers would have seen his penis on more than one occasion, since orcs love to engage in horseplay and joke about their peer's genitals when bathing in public mud baths.

But it was obvious that Spyro was a dragon, and dragons don't just whip out their dicks in public like that.

Pissing from inside his cloaca was a possibility but Spyro was a full grown adult and pissing with his cock tucked inside his cloaca was the dragon equivalent to pissing sitting down... It was just too girly and Spyro had his pride as a male to do that.

"(Damn, my little guy REALLY wants to pee...)" Spyro thought as he inspected his throbbing erection.

"(...I don't really know why I have been having so many spontaneous erections lately, it only makes my life more difficult when it comes to aiming. I hope I don't piss outside the pond...)"

The young dragon placed a single finger on his penis so that the tip faced directly into the pool, and at last he relaxed his legs as he released his immense golden stream.

"Oooooh, what a relief..." The young dragon couldn't help but exclaim out loud.

The Dragon emptied his bladder with such satisfaction that his entire body went into a state of utter calm. Spyro raised his head to the sky, closing his eyelids and planting his front paws on the ground behind his torso, letting his crotch take over directing the endless stream of urine.

It was an almost magical feeling. At that moment none of the worlds existed, only him, the pond and its never ending stream of piss. Spyro wished this moment would never end...

"[Listen well, dragons! You messed with the wrong orc! You will regret it for all eternity! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!]"

What was that? It sounded like a very distant voice but also so close that it seemed to be transmitted directly into Spyro's mind. The dragon opened its eyelids slightly. He saw the blue sky... And a great green flash heading towards him at full speed.

"(What the hell is that thing...?)"

The immense light hit Spyro, he hadn't had time to fully open his eyelids or finish emptying his bladder. All Spyro could see was a blinding burst of light engulfing everything but just as the blinding beam was beginning to dissipate the evil laughter became very clear in Spyro's mind and he caught a momentary glimpse of a vision, like a subliminal frame inserted in his mind, of Gnasty Gnorc, the tyrannical leader of the World of Orcs holding a wand casting a powerful curse on all of the purple dragon's homeland.

"(Oh no! Gnasty Gnorc is up to something against the Dragon World! I have to warn everyone!)" The dragon had to get going as soon as possible, warn Deblin, Astor and the rest of...

"..."

Something felt wrong. There was no longer any trace of the beam of light or the malevolent laugh. Spyro only saw the pond flowing normally and a couple of birds flying over the sky. It was all very quiet and peaceful. But it was a very unnerving calm, like someone standing in the eye of a hurricane just before realizing they were caught in a deadly storm. It was really disturbing.

"..."

Spyro was really scared, his body totally rigid with fear.

"..."

To tell the truth, the situation was not so unsettling that he was immobilized by fear, but the young dragon did indeed feel stiff and unable to move a single claw.

Then Spyro saw something strange in the pool, it glowed with a green glow and had a rather familiar geometric shape.

"(A green gem! I want it!)"

Spyro wanted to grab it, but his arms wouldn't obey him. They were still anchored to the ground. What's more, when he tried to get up from the ground, the hind legs of the purple dragon did not move either. He couldn't move a single muscle, even moving his eyelids seemed like a daunting task.

Now that's when Spyro seriously got scared.

He could still use his eyes to see, but the dragon wished he had never been able to, for when he looked down he saw that the small emerald he had coveted was in fact part of a much larger structure.

That "gem" was just the tip. Lowering his gaze further, Spyro was awed to see that it was the perfect representation of a dragon's tail, and it was connected to a torso, and the torso was connected by a neck to his own line of sight.

A scream of absolute terror wanted to come out of the young dragon's mouth. But what came out was...

"..."

...absolutely nothing.

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CHAPTER 4

On the edge of the pool stood a magnificent green sculpture of a short, somewhat pudgy and innocent-looking dragon.

It was quite a beautiful and detailed rendering. The expression on this artistic figure was brimming with radiant happiness, looking up, its mouth slightly open in a grimace that radiated satisfaction.

His chest was swollen, as if he was breathing a great sigh of relief and pleasure. His forepaws behind him leaning his entire torso forward, offering his entire crotch to any onlooker who saw him, tempting them with the only part of his body that wasn't green, for his immense erection had been carved not from green gem like the rest of its body, but from a exuberantly brilliant red ruby.

Anyone lucky enough to see this beautiful statue would think that it was a splendid sculpture depicting the sexual awakening of a youthful dragon. It would never occur to anyone that this beauty of such monetary value used to be an inexperienced virgin dragon who had the misfortune of being affected by a powerful curse that happened to hit him while he was taking a piss.

"..." The sculpture silently observed its surroundings.

The only thing he could do now was move his pupils ever so slightly and at an imperceptible speed and try to think of the reason why he had suffered this fate.

After all, he was going to have a lot of time to think about it.

The orc's curse wouldn't let the poor dragon even move the tip of its toes, but it was such a sadistic spell that it gave the dragon the power to continue to feel everything that happened around it. What's more, even the slightest breeze felt like expert fingers touching its naked body.

The immobile dragon didn't know if it was because the spell increased his sensitivity or if it was simply a psychological reaction from being completely still and trapped in this crystallized prison.

Worst of all, his bladder was still half full, but as much as the dragon pressed, not a single drop of urine was able to come out through the tip of his erect ruby.

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CHAPTER 5

A young, shimmering yellow-bodied dragonfly named Sparx was hovering near the edge of the pool where the lone crystallized dragon statue stood. Sparx was a strong and energetic male dragonfly. He spent the day building muscle and in fact it was almost time for his 100 daily push-ups after his whole wheat butterfly lunch.

"Dude, what is that thing sticking out of the water?" Asked Sparx kindly to the heftiest hunk in the place who was, of course, himself.

The athletic dragonfly approached the strange ornament. It looked like a sculpture of a short dragon posing naked, but it was not made of marble or copper, but from valuable green emerald gemstone. He had a permanent grimace of intense pleasure on his shiny green face... And a brilliant red ruby for a very hard cock.

"Fuck, why are artists so obsessed with making such obscene statues? He looks like a perverted twenty year old dragon about to cum in his own mouth during a wank."

Spyro could hear the tiny but muscular dragonfly's voice perfectly. Astor had strictly forbidden him to say swear words like "cum" or "wank". But if his cheeks made of green gem could blush with shame they would have done so when the dragonfly estimated that the statue represented a dragon barely twenty years old.

Spyro was horrified at that estimate. Poor little thirty-year-old dragon! He felt insulted but what really broke his heart was the fact that the dragonfly thought that Spyro was just a lifeless statue.

"(Please, Mr. Dragonfly, get help! I'm trapped!)" Spyro's conscience prayed."(Help me, I'm not an ugly statue, I'm a real dragon!)"

The dragonfly moved closer to the face of the motionless creature. He seemed surprised. "It just can't be..."

It was then that Spyro remembered a teaching from old Astor. Dragons and dragonflies were supernaturally connected. The dragonflies were in charge of taking care of the well-being of the dragons, and they would even receive mortal damage in his stead if it meant saving the life of his dragon companion.

Could it be that this dragonfly was drawn to Spyro's pleas? Perhaps there is some kind of mental connection between them, and this would allow Spyro to call for help...?

"Dude, just look at its hideous mug, this statue can't be that ugly. But I love how its surface reflects my pecs. I could stare at my own reflection in it all day!"

...Okay, maybe not.

The little insect landed on the dragon's belly and began its exercise routine. First he did a hundred push-ups on his belly, then he climbed up the dragon's grin and performed fifty squats on his snout.

"Oh my God. I can smell Mr. Dragonfly's butt... It's right above my snout...)"

More than that, the beads of sweat falling down from the bulging buttocks of the insect stud were currently trickling down the dragon's nostrils. Spyro really wanted to sneeze but the curse had deprived him of that privilege.

Oh, how Spyro wished he could simply shoo away this stinking dragonfly with a swift movement of his paw! Oh, how he missed being able to move, scratch his itchy body and finally stop maintaining the same position all the damn time!

The breeze became strong momentarily and one of the pebbles on the shore of the pond broke loose and fell rolling into the water.

Spyro felt envious of that pebble.

"Whew, this heavy statue sure can look creepy but the sturdiness of its folds of fat make it a phenomenal fitness circuit!" Said the dragonfly jumping down to the dragon's navel, inspecting every nook and cranny of this amusement park made just for him.

"(...Folds of fat?! I-I don't have love handles, I'm just thick-boned!)"

Sparx climbed out of the navel and Spyro felt very, very ticklish. It was torture not being able to laugh with so many sensations running through his body.

Then the sporty dragonfly saw itself reflected in the gigantic deep red ruby.

"Oh hello, handsome. What is a hunk like you doing in this draconic gym all alone? Do you feel like practicing boxing?" The dragonfly said, flexing his biceps to his own delight. He then struck a professional boxing pose and punched the air a few times. "Oh, how strong and macho you look."

Spyro was somewhat surprised by the dragonfly's vanity. Is this how people usually act when they think no one is looking? Being a statue was turning out to be much more uncomfortable than he ever imagined.

"I wonder if this ruby will serve as a punching bag..." Sparx prepared to deliver a good punch to Spyro's crystallized cock.

"(W-wait, Mr. Dragonfly! Stop! Don't hit me there! It hurts a lot when I get hit there!)"

"Aiyaaaaaaa!" the dragonfly yelled as he threw his strongest punch.

Too late, Sparx had launched himself at the gigantic red punching bag that the dragon phallus had become...

*POW!*

"AAAAAAHH! My poor fist!" Sparx shook his sore fingers. "Stupid little ruby crystal! You're supposed to be smashed to smithereens when getting hit, but you're still rock hard!" The dragonfly stomped its foot on the two round bulges that protruded from below in retaliation.

Needless to say, Spyro was internally screaming in the most intense pain. But his face, stuck in a state of crystallized happiness, could not express suffering or shed a single tear, even as his penis and testicles received an angry pummeling.

On the bright side, his "ruby" hadn't broken into minuscule pieces as the dragonfly had planned. The jock of an insect may act tough and look muscular but in the end the puny insect was just a showoff.

That was when the noise of footsteps was heard approaching. Two pairs of bare feet, green and very smelly...

"Shit, I'm gonna get caught vandalizing public sculptures! See ya later, alligator!" Sparx flew off like a coward, leaving the naked dragon statue exposed to the prying eyes of two large, hairy orcs.

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CHAPTER 6

Not only were these orcs disgusting in appearance, they also exuded a hideous stench. Anyone would have covered their noses in the presence of these two orcs, but Spyro's motionless face could only smile innocently, inviting these ugly beings with his lascivious gaze to delight themselves with the ruby on his crotch.

Gnasty Gnorc had sent his entire army to search for the statue of the young dragon throughout Artisans, the world of dragons. Among its best trained soldiers, the ones that stood out the most were an elite battalion baptized as "The Seven Dragon-Beheaders''. It was a team so ruthless, so deadly, so sadistic, and so select that they only found six orcs fit for the role. But since they had already copyrighted the name and the merchandising company had to sell seven figures, they reluctantly agreed to let Greg join in.

"Duuude, so shinyyyy! Hehehe, like a mirror made of green emerald!" Greg's cross-eyed stare was reflected on Spyro's cheek. "Oh! Heehee, his prick is a tiny red ruby!"

"(Tiny?)" Spyro felt very offended behind his forever unchanging happy smile.

The emerald green dragon knew that these minions of Gnasty Gnorc meant no good. Under normal circumstances Spyro would strike a combat pose but as a sentient yet immobile statue changing poses was a thing of the past.

"Kyle, Kyle! Look!" Greg said to his partner, jumping up and down like a kid with a new toy. Greg's belly stuck out a lot from his armor, in fact at first glance it was difficult to tell if the armor really protected his imposing belly or rather the armor was a cover to hide his deadliest weapon. A belly slam from Greg could knock out any dragon

"I've told you a thousand times my name isn't Kyle! It's Killdragon. Dragons worldwide excrete all their feces out of their stinking anuses when they hear Zarc Killdragon is around." Said the orc whose muscles were protected by armor made of 100% genuine dragon skin.

Greg cocked his head. "I thought that was Rox Laxative's special ability..."

"Yes, but in my case they do it out of fear that I will cut their heads off with my ax."

"Ohh!" Greg replied in awe.

Killdragon walked over to the dragon statue and examined it closely. "Mmmm... Emerald green statue depicting a scrawny dragon about to orgasm from his underdeveloped ruby penis... It's just as Gnasty Gnorc described it to us. It's definitely our target."

Killdragon felt that his strength was being wasted on such a simple mission to collect a statue. But Gnasty Gnorc had insisted that this statue was key to his conquest of the world of dragons.

"Well, it looks like a very poorly done sculpture to me... Greg, stop doing that."

"Hahaha." Greg slid his finger along the specific surface of the statue that depicted in great detail Spyro's exposed anus. Greg looked directly into the eyes of the motionless dragon. "This is what you use to poop? Yeah, right?" Said the orc playing with the dragon innocently.

"(N-no, don't touch me there!)" Spyro felt a lot of tickling in his most intimate place. He had the urge to squeeze his ass shut to protect himself but that was, of course, just too much to ask.

"Greg! We have to get this statue to our rightful orc leader. It's not a toy!"

"Awww..."

Killdragon was sure that Greg was getting dumber by the day. Playing with an inanimate statue, one shaped like a dragon of all the vulgar things it could be shaped as! What a fool.

The orcs mounted the statue on a cart. Spyro couldn't be more scared. From the moment he became a statue, he only wanted to be able to move. But to be moved by two stinking orcs, to feel their green hands groping all over his body as they lifted him onto the wagon, to be led straight into the lair of the most evil orc of them all... This was not at all what he desired!

A rope was enough to tie the cart to a bull. Spyro feared that the journey to the World of Orcs was going to be arduous, and it was. All the way the poor statue thought it would fall off the trembling cart and smash to the ground. And this was going to take a while, because even taking all the shortcuts and portals they found, at nightfall they still weren't even halfway there.

"I'm sleepy Kyle... My legs won't respond any more..." Greg's obese body was sweaty and he wobbled with each step.

"Mmph! Alright, we'll camp for today."

Spyro could only watch with envy as the orcs roasted meat on the bonfire. For some fortunate reason the dragon didn't feel like he was going to starve any time soon, but watching the orcs eat something warm was torture to him. He wanted a bite!

The orcs prepared their sleeping bags and hid the statue behind some bushes so as not to attract bandits of precious jewels. Spyro's unblinking eyes stared up at the mossy trunk of a tree.

"(Wait, put me down somewhere with a view, at least! I don't want to spend the next eight hours looking at this!)"

But the orcs had already gone to their sleeping bags, bundled up and comfortable as the naked statue stood in the cold of the night.

Spyro missed so many things that he had always taken for granted. Being able to eat, sleep, wrap up, talk and even breathe. When the dragon regained its freedom of movement, it would give thanks every day for being able to do all those things... Because he certainly was going to regain it, right?...

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CHAPTER 7

The frozen emerald green statue had no idea how much time had passed. No matter how long he waited, the consciousness of the former dragon was still awake and fully aware. He'd tried to entertain himself by playing mental games like counting every wood chip from the log that covered his field of vision, which was just as fun as it sounds, but time didn't seem to flow any less slower.

Spyro had the feeling that he was going to go crazy without any visual stimulation in his permanently open eyes so he tried to focus on his other senses. The touch? The cold night breeze caressing his naked body made him want to shiver so badly. The sense of smell? He could smell the stinky droppings of the bull that had transported him. Hearing? Absolute silence apart from the snores of both orcs-

Wait a second... Until now Spyro had been listening to the snoring duet of both orcs, but now he only heard one.

What did this mean? Perhaps one of the two green giants had momentarily awakened. Nothing serious...

*Creak, creak, creak* The sound of bare feet stamping on leaves and branches was obvious.

...Well, maybe one of the two orcs needed to pee. Nothing serious still...

*Creak, CREAK, CREAK!* The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Spyro's field of vision, until now just the lifeless trunk of a tree, was flooded with green as Greg's ugly orc face suddenly appeared.

"Oh, my lord Gnasty Gnorc, forgive me for what I'm about to do..." The fat orc said just before starting to remove his armor revealing his fat green belly.

"(What... What the hell?!)" The poor crystallized dragon thought.

The truth was that from the very first moment that Greg had seen this statue representing a naked dragon with its intimate parts so carefully detailed, the orc had been drowning in lust.

Orcs and dragons were sworn enemies but right now that only made this much more kinky. While in real life Greg would never fuck a dragon, this was just an inanimate object and no one would ever find out what he did to it, right?

The orc licked his thick lips, bringing his mouth closer to the cock-shaped red ruby. The orc's tongue was ridden with warts and halitosis, and the dragon's virgin cock could only remain erect as it was swallowed by it.

The motionless statue couldn't stop mentally screaming... An orc! A fucking idiot-faced orc was sucking him off! But the worst seemed to be yet to come as the orc took off his pants after a while. If Spyro had seen this naked orc in any other situation he would have laughed at how funny-looking Greg's greasy dick looked and how gigantic his green hairy ass was. But the orc was in control and this gigantic green hairy ass was hungry for dragon cock.

The reason why the orc was sucking the statue with so much eagerness was because the orcs's acidic saliva acted as a great lubricant.

Greg stared into Spyro's flat eyes. "Oh my. What a handsome dragon you are... I wonder who they used as a model to sculpt you... I wish the model was here!" Greg said, completely unaware of the ironic truth.

The orc's gigantic green buttocks lowered, the statue fearing the fat orc's hulking weight would break his crystalized body into a thousand pieces, and the expression on Greg's face turned even more stupid when he felt the hard dragon member inside him.

Spyro felt disgusted. He could feel the weight of the orc's ass, the temperature of the orc's rectum imprisoning his cock, the stench of the sweating orc abusing him, the orc's hands gripping his shoulders tightly... The single fact that he was losing his virginity to an orc of all things terrified Spyro.

His cock could feel everything, although no matter how hard it was, statues cannot cum. Immobile pieces of art could only resign themselves and let others do what they wanted with the beauty of their physical forms.

"Ahhh, ahhh! Ugh!" Greg was on edge. It didn't take long for his green prick to cum all over Spyro's chest. "Fuck, you're good, way better than using the handle of my mace as a plug..." And then Greg did something Spyro didn't expect at all. The orc... kissed him.

As if it wasn't humiliating enough to be used as a sex doll by an orc, Greg had gone over and kissed him on the lips. The situation couldn't get any more gay.

Spyro was so outraged. If the rumor spread in the Dragon World there would be no way to save his reputation as a suave womanizer...! Well, it's not like he'd ever scored with a dragoness just yet, but this definitely wouldn't help him achieve it.

The naked orc was still embracing the statue he loved so much. He was happy.

"(And to this green, hairy and ugly thing I lost my virginity, oh my god...)" Spyro lamented. He wasn't happy at all.

Afterwards the orc cleaned up what he could of the mess he had left on the statue, put on his armor again, and kissed Spyro goodbye on the cheek.

"Phew, I hope Killdragon doesn't notice..." Greg thought aloud, checking that he hadn't left any semen or sweat stains on Spyro.

"(If you tell anyone about what just happened, you're a dead orc.)" Spyro thought.

The orc went back to his sleeping bag and Spyro was left with nothing to look at again. How much nighttime was still left...?

Not even ten minutes passed when Spyro heard something rattling the bushes.

"(Just great, now what could that be this time?)"

A huge figure appeared before Spyro; it was the muscular and lethal Killdragon.

"Oh, my lord Gnasty Gnorc, forgive me for what I'm about to do..." The orc said just before taking off his armor, revealing his very hard cock.

"(NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)"

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CHAPTER 8

To say that Spyro was sore the next day would have been an understatement. After being assaulted by two consecutive orcs in the same night, Spyro didn't know how he was still alive.

Greg and Killdragon couldn't face each other as they lifted the statue back onto the wheelbarrow.

"Well... It sure is an ugly statue... Ha ha..." Greg said with flushed cheeks thinking about how well had his ass eaten the night before.

"A despicable representation of something I just want to kill..." Killdragon said with exaggerated seriousness, his cock still eager for more.

At sunset they reached Gnasty Gnorc's private stronghold. The tyrannical leader was sitting on his throne dressed in his barbarian outfit looking worriedly at his magic wand which was still completely devoid of any magic but as soon as he saw the two orcs arrive carrying the statue he immediately stood up.

"Yes, finally!" Gnasty Gnorc seemed excited. "This vessel is where all my magic ended up!"

The orcs left the statue on the ground and their leader rubbed his hands together, plotting his imminent revenge on the Dragon World.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" The orc leader exclaimed. "I've never seen so much magic condensed into something so small and insignificant!"

"Now that's curious.." Killdragon said. "I hadn't been informed of the fact that the dragon statue you ordered us to transport contained magic power, sir."

"Dragon statue? What dragon statue?" Gnasty Gnorc looked confused. "Oh, you mean that ugly green thing that wraps the ruby. That's worthless. I don't even know why you bothered to bring something so unnecessary. I just wanted the ruby, the rest is superfluous."

"(Hey, I'm so much more than a dick with legs!)" Spyro would have liked to protest.

"But I'm pleased with your efficiency, Killdragon. And...Greg, I guess."

"Yay! He remembered my name!" Greg jumped for joy. "I feel so rewarded!"

"Perfect, then that will be your only reward. Shoo-shoo, go back to the factory to work."

Killdragon glared with anger at the cheerful Greg, his eyes burning with fury as they were both escorted out of the throne room.

Gnasty Gnorc approached Spyro. The statue could feel the bad breath of its most hated enemy on its naked body.

He was finally face to face with the most fiendish villain of all villains and all Spyro could do was continue to offer his erect cock with a grin of pure pleasure.

Spyro wanted so badly to tell him how much he hated him. What he wanted above all was to let this jerk know everything he had suffered as a statue.

And to the surprise of the immobile dragon, Gnasty Gnorc suddenly talked to the statue in a whisper.

"How does it feel... Being ignored by everyone, huh, puny dragon?"

A very intense chill ran down the dragon's back. Gnasty Gnorc wasn't playing pretend like Greg and Killdragon. No... This bloody orc KNEW the statue was a petrified dragon!

"I bet you don't like being used as a throwaway item... That's how I've felt ever since the dragons exiled me after I provided them with factories and wealth. You dragons have humiliated me for years and I couldn't ever talk about my suffering... Yes, petrification is the ideal punishment for proud reptiles like you..."

Spyro wanted to swallow hard in fear. Gnasty Gnorc was far more evil than he had ever imagined.

"Soon all your pesky dragon friends will be statues like you... But first, I must take back what is mine..."

The orc brandished his spiked mace at the dragon statue.

"(What.... What the fuck!?)" The statue wanted to sweat in terror.

"I have to admit that the place where you have decided to store my magic surprises me. It is curious to say the least, especially knowing that I would go straight for it... I don't know if you are reckless or just a pervert."

The orc gripped Spyro's ruby phallus tightly with one hand.

"(Ah!)"

...he raised his mace with the other arm...

"(No no no!)"

...and the orc used all his strength to strike down...

"(No, god, no!)"

...on Spyro's crotch.

"(AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!)"

Spyro felt the most intense pain. The impact against his genitals had been so direct and calculated that his emerald part of his body was relatively unscathed. But Spyro felt as if something had come loose...

Gnasty Gnorc examined a glorious red ruby in his hand... Where did it come from...?

Spyro moved his field of vision down but the scream of pure terror never left his mouth.

His crotch was completely gem green, like the rest of his body. The deep red ruby that stood erect...

...was gone.

There was just a hollow hole where it should be, Spyro's cloaca no longer having anything to conceal.

The orc examined the dragon cock in his possession. It was very hard and brimming with magic. As soon as he placed it in his wand he would have even more magical power than he ever had before thanks to the draconic manhood Spyro had bestowed upon him. Yes, it was a hard cock with a lot to offer... This crystalized cock and balls would bring down the Dragon World!

Spyro could only watch, powerless and cockless, at the orc who had deprived him of his beloved organ. "(G-give it back to me! It's my dick! Find some glue and stick it back on!")

Gnasty Gnorc would get down to work to make the most powerful magic wand in history thanks to the contribution of the dragon. But just before leaving the throne room, one of the orc guards asked him what to do with the dragon statue he had completely emasculated in one single hit.

"Oh, it's garbage. Dispose of it."

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CHAPTER 9

Greg was looking for something to eat at the dump. Ever since dragons were no longer a nuisance after Gnasty Gnorc had turned them all into crystal statues, dragon slayers were a thing of the past. Greg couldn't find any other job, maybe because his only real calling was dragon hunting or maybe because he was an idiot, so now he was scavenging other people's trash for a living.

It was then that the orc found a dirty and mossy statue of a somewhat short and pudgy adult dragon. His body was made of a gem of a green color that had lost its intensity. The dirt that came out under its eyes produced the illusion that the statue had been crying. It was a very pitiful sight.

Greg remembered having fucked a similar statue in the past, but the statue he fucked was clearly male, with a hard cock. This dragoness had a pussy instead, so Greg wasn't horny at all for it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm more into taking dick." Greg said to no one in particular. The statue was in a very damaged state anyway. It was full of cracks and it wouldn't take too long before the statue would crumble into pieces, which was the equivalent of death for any statue.

But this apparently immobile statue began to shake and rattle slightly... Greg could hear something coming from inside it...

"Holy crap!" Greg was surprised. "Could it be that this statue...?"

But then two rats peaked their heads from the dragon's mistreated cunt and Greg laughed loudly.

The tremor and noise turned out to come from this pair of rats that were using this statue's big gaping holes to raise a family inside the statue.

"Hahaha, well, at least this dragon pussy will be happy with so much company in there!" Greg scoffed and went on his way, leaving Spyro to his miserable fate for the rest of his days.