Dating Advice
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Granite tries his hand in wooing the legendary purple dragon.
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A Spyro the Dragon Fanfiction:** Dating Advice**by RVasilCommissioned By: Fenrir1210m
It was another typical day in the world of dragons.
The sun was shining brightly up in the sky and a gentle breeze made the blades of grass across the open lush green meadows sway lethargically. Dragons were out and about, some were busy attending to their duties whilst others occupied themselves with their chosen artistic craft. At the dragon temple at Stone Hill, a light brown scaled dragon stared out from the open windows and admired the scenery.
Granite always found the Artisan Homeworld too peaceful, too calm, too clean; like everything was well kept and organized, manicured and cared for on a daily basis where every single bush was accounted for. It was like a place where a single pebble on the side of the dirt road was placed there for the sole purpose of being aesthetically pleasing, and not because it happened to be there due to the natural course of things. Granite didn't have a problem with it, to be clear. It just felt different. Granite didn't live in the Artisan homeworld. He was just a visitor. Perhaps if he stayed there permanently, the alienating feeling would subside.
Granite was one of the many dragons that visited the Artisan homeworld daily for the purpose of studying. All dragons needed an education to be a functioning member of the Dragon Realms. The dragon temple at Stone Hill was one of the many temples a dragon could be enrolled in. Here they would learn everything they would need to know: reading, writing, arithmetic, and learning about their own rich history. They would even be taught the arts of magic and war. Granite always hated the lessons in magic. He found casting magic required more effort from him in contrast to his classmates who did it as easy as breathing. While some could conjure a fireball in their palms without even thinking about it, Granite had to be in deep focus to even get a small flame going. It was the complete opposite in the other subject however: the subject of war.
Fighting and using his body was second nature to Granite. He could punch, kick, and charge all day and he felt like he could keep going despite the majority of his classmates being utterly exhausted by the time class ended. Only a few Artisans could keep up with his stamina. And it was this one Artisan dragon that Granite could not stop thinking about.
Everyone knew who Spyro was. Granite knew who he was. His uncle knew who he was. The dragon at the side of the road that wrote poems knew who Spyro was. Spyro was the heroic purple dragon that saved the Dragon Realms. He was the one who saved them when Gnasty Gnorc had a tantrum that ended up freezing everyone into crystals. He was the one who helped a group of people who needed help ousting an evil tyrannical dinosaur. He was also the one who helped bring back the eggs that were stolen during the year of the dragon. By all accounts, Spyro earned the title of hero rightfully and was a role model that every dragon should strive to learn from.
It was these qualities that made Granite admire Spyro. And it was eventually this coupled with Spyro's good character and charming personality that Granite's admiration turned from something simple to that of infatuation. Granite was interested in Spyro. And this troubled the dragon greatly. It was the main reason why he was standing by himself atop the tower, looking out into the horizon and just quietly mulling his thoughts over.
After what seemed like an eternity of thinking, the dragon let out a dejected sigh. "I don't know what to do." The lovestruck dragon leaned on the windowsill, a frown etched on his face. "I'm not even sure if he knows who I am."
Spyro was a heartthrob. He could get anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted. Some dragons practically threw themselves at Spyro, and Spyro being the stud that he was, would be able to please them and even go so far as to exceed expectations. It wasn't uncommon to see Spyro with some company after classes. They would retreat to the many vacant resting quarters in the dragon temple and not appear until later, exhausted but clearly rejuvenated after having some good sex. Was Granite jealous? Maybe. At the very least he wanted to be there with Spyro and share an intimate moment with him. He could sort out his confused feelings and what it all meant to him afterwards.
The problem was that there were many dragons in the temple. Faces came and went, all blurring if you forget to attach a name to them. Although Granite and Spyro shared some classes together, Granite barely had the chance to interact with Spyro given that he wasn't the only one who wanted to be friends with him. Being a dragon with a reputation as prestigious as Spyro's, it was plainly obvious to see why some would be vying for his attention. It was difficult to hangout and befriend Spyro given that he was either going to be with his preferred circle of friends, or in the company he planned to have a good lay with that day. Granite wasn't even sure himself which side he wanted to be on. Though, if he was being honest, he wanted to be on both.
Granite went home that day wondering what he was going to do with himself as he watched Spyro fly around in the courtyards with his two close companions, Zaze and Cynder.
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The next day came. Granite went through the daily motions. It became so routine that the day barely registered to him up until he was in his final class for the day: dragon history. Their teacher was a teal colored dragon by the name of Cron. Most dragons ignored this class, opting to tune out whatever Cron was saying, but Granite was all ears. There was something fascinating about knowing the history of your culture, or at least Granite thought so. So it came as no surprise that everyone woke up from their stupor when Cron announced that he was giving homework.
"I will not tolerate any groaning or moping," Cron said in response to the collective groan that emanated from the classroom. "Besides, I think you guys will like this one," he added. He then snapped his fingers and a jar filled with paper strips appeared and levitated in front of him. He took out a notebook and summoned a quill. "This homework is to be done in pairs," he explained. "In this jar are your names; I'll take out two and whoever they are will be partnered. Your assignment is to write a short essay comparing and contrasting the differences in culture between your homeworld and your partner's."
Cron then began pairing them up as dictated by the randomness of the draw lots. The class began to be whittled down with Cron taking note of who was partnered with who. Granite was only half paying attention up until his name was called. "Alright, let's see here. Granite? You'll be paired with...Spyro."
Spyro, who was seated two rows in front and three chairs away from the window, turned his head to look for his partner. His eyes met with Granite and he smiled. Granite for his part was caught off guard at the sudden turn of events. Cron finished pairing them off and placed his notebook on the table. "I expect this homework to be submitted to me next week. You'll have a lot of time to do this. Alright? Class dismissed."
A flurry of activity soon followed. Everyone stood up to meet with their partners and began to chat with each other on how to go about doing their homework as they headed home. Granite was still processing the fact that he was partnered with Spyro when the dragon that was constantly on his mind finally made his presence known.
"So, you're my partner, huh? Granite, was it?"
Granite did his best to act calm and collected. He finally got his wish to be able to actually talk with Spyro. "Y-yeah," he said, falling over his own words. He cleared his throat. "You can call me Nite. Only the elders and my uncle call me Granite."
Spyro nodded. He then paused for a bit, his eyes narrowing. "Wait a minute, I know who you are. We share the same class in Art of War! You're that dragon that set the highest dummy limit, right? That was amazing."
Granite blinked. He wasn't expecting to have made an impression on Spyro over something so trivial. "Yeah, that was me!" He waved a dismissive hand at Spyro. "And nah, it was nothing. You've done cooler stuff than that, Spyro."
"True," Spyro replied with only a smidge of arrogance in his tone. That was one of the things Granite liked about Spyro. Despite all the impressive feats he'd accomplish in his entire life thus far, he remained plain and simple. The purple dragon that everyone knew and were friends with. "But that's still cool and you should be proud of it."
Granite nodded. "So, how are we going to do this?" he asked as they left the classroom and stood around the hallway.
"You're from the Peace Keeper homeworld, right?" Spyro asked. "Dry Canyon?"
"Cliff Town, actually."
For a moment, Granite was surprised that Spyro even knew the name Dry Canyon. But then he quickly corrected himself. Spyro was one of the few dragons of his age group who traveled through all the homeworlds there were in the Dragon Realms, mainly because of one of his past adventures. Dragons like Granite typically did not travel to other homeworlds outside of necessary ones like going to the Dragon Temple at Stone Hill. Not because it was prohibited but it was mostly out of preference. Granite himself could attest to it, as he was a Peace Keeper resident feeling somewhat out of place in the Artisan homeworld. It was why activities like the one they were given were the norm, to help introduce the dragons to cultures different from their own.
It took a moment for Spyro to respond. "Oh I remember now. I had to climb to the highest peak to make that long glide to reach the other end of the river."
That was when a question popped into Granite's head that he always wanted to ask but never really had the chance to do so until now. "Why did you have to climb the highest peak just to glide? Couldn't you have just flown? With your wings?"
Spyro let out an amused sigh. "Funny story: when Gnasty froze everyone, he also cast an additional spell that increased the gravity in the Dragon Realms. It made flight nearly impossible because your wings would get tired from having to lift off from the ground. I was only able to counter it by casting Superfly when I found a Powerup Gate."
"I suppose that answers that."
"Trust me, it wasn't fun gliding around everywhere. It's a lot better now that the gravity spell was dispelled."
"I can imagine." Granite was a dragon at heart. He couldn't even fathom what it was like to not have the ability to fly. Flying came as natural to a dragon as breathing was. Being stuck on the ground sounded like torture.
"I think we have this homework in the bag. I can start writing my section since I've already been to Cliff Town before."
"Oh." A part of Granite felt a bit disappointed hearing that. He was looking forward to showing Spyro around his homeworld. But he wasn't going to give up that easily. He was given the chance to spend time with Spyro. And he was going to make the most of it, damn it! "But I was thinking of showing you around. I figured your first time experience wasn't the best one."
Spyro thought for a moment. "You know what, that's a better idea. I can do the same for you! Have you been around the Artisan Homeworld yourself?"
Granite shook his head. Outside of the dragon temple and the market that you needed to pass through to get to the portals, no. "Not particularly!"
"Perfect! We can spend time tomorrow at your homeworld and mine the next day! How's that sound?"
"Sure! I'll wait for you at the portal!"
Spyro smiled at him. "It's a date then." He winked at him to emphasize his point. "I'll catch you tomorrow, Nite." And with that, Spyro rushed off, leaving a bewildered and flustered Granite behind him.
"D-date?"
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Granite found himself standing at the portal that led to the Peace Keepers homeworld. Portals were a fascinating thing. Powered primarily by the magic of dragons, it allowed individuals to traverse huge distances in an action of a single step. The Dragon Realms were massive and vast; going from the Artisan Homeworld to the Peace Keepers Homeworld would take weeks, a feat that Granite now did in mere seconds.
A large green dragon walked up to Granite. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "Shall we?"
Granite nodded, following after the green dragon as they stepped through the portal. Granite remembered the first time he stepped through one of them. It was like walking through an open door, except the moment you crossed the threshold you'd feel a slight tingling sensation. Magic would crackle in your ear. There would be a momentary feeling of displacement, and then the next thing you know, you're at your destination. In front of Granite was the Peace Keepers Homeworld. Gone was the lush greenery and vibrant fauna that dotted the landscape that was typical of the Artisan Homeworld. Here, it was replaced with an arid desert. Sandy dunes and rocky mountains were visible over the horizon. Spots of cactus were probably the only green that broke up the brown, outside of the dragons that milled about that evening. Most were drinking at the local bar.
Granite and his companion made their way through the crowd, passing by familiar faces that greeted them. It didn't take long for the two to reach their final destination: a simple stone structure situated next to a cliff that overlooked the other houses. There were many similar buildings like theirs, but this was where Granite slept.
This was home.
The sound of punches and kicks followed soon after. While the Artisan dragons had a flair for the art of craft, the Peace Keepers tended to lean more towards the art of warfare. They were more inclined to physical activity more so than other dragons. Granite was sparring with his uncle, Terrador. The two traded blows with each other, one refusing to let themselves be bested. It was a friendly competition. Granite was normally focused when fighting. His reflexes were sharp and his reactions fast. He could see a punch coming at him just from the windup of the shoulders. But today was a different day. And Terrador was quick to notice and take advantage of it.
One small misstep led to Granite's view of the world going head over heels. His feet were swept off the ground and the next thing he knew, his back collided with the mat on the floor with a loud thud. He felt the wind get knocked out of him. Before he could recover, Granite found himself restrained in a headlock. He tried to struggle but it was ultimately fruitless. He could escape such an attack with a simple fire breath. But that was heavily frowned upon when doing sparring matches as it was a test of one's physical ability and physical only.
Granite tapped Terrador's bulky thigh with his free palm. "I yield, I yield!"
The larger dragon relented, releasing Granite from his hold. The two laid on the mat for a bit, each catching their breaths. "Are you alright, Granite?" Terrador eventually asked, sitting up to look at his nephew.
"My ego is bruised but it'll recover."
"No, I mean are you alright?" Terrador repeated once more. "You seemed distracted."
Granite let out a light sigh. If there was anyone that was going to notice, it was most likely his uncle. "Was it that obvious?"
"You weren't able to break out of a grapple you normally break out of. What's bothering you?"
There was only one thing bothering him. It was the dragon that he couldn't stop thinking about. "Well..." The two then spent the next moment of their time conversing with each other. Terrador was someone Granite considered not just to be his uncle, but also as his close friend. He could talk to him about anything and everything. And he can always be assured that the older dragon would listen to him intently and impart advice if he asked. Granite proceeded to tell him what was bothering him. Or at least most of it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to admit to his uncle that he was crushing heavily on Spyro.
"...And then Spyro suggested that I could show him around and he can show me around. And well..."
"You're nervous."
"What?"
"You're worried you'd make a fool of yourself in front of Spyro."
Granite blinked. "Me? Worried?" Granite waved a dismissive hand. "No, of course not! Why would I be? He's just another dragon from the temple."
Terrador smirked. "Is he just another dragon from the temple?" He then leaned in closer, his volume lowering as if speaking any louder would share some ancient secret meant to be kept hidden. "Or is he someone you like?"
The dragon reeled back. "What gave you that idea?"
"Your cock has been rigid the entire time you've been talking about him."
Granite then looked down and sure enough, Terrador was right. His own cock had parted his loincloth towards the side, pointing rigidly forward and dripping a bead of pre from the tip. It seemed Granite's body was more honest about his feelings than he ever was. The dragon just sighed. "Alright, fine, maybe I do like him."
Terrador waved his hand and a couple of cushions that were placed at the side floated itself towards them. It arranged itself neatly behind the two dragons, letting both lean back and relax comfortably as they sat on the floor of the dojo. "And you're worried you'd make a fool of yourself?" Terrador asked, repeating his question.
"No...yes..."
"Have you made your intentions clear to this young dragon, at least?"
The question caught Granite off guard. "What?"
"Spyro is very popular for his feats so I wouldn't be surprised if there are others vying for his attention. You need to show him you are interested in courting him."
"I don't want to date him!" Though Granite himself wasn't even sure if he believed in that response. He was confused about his feelings as much as any young dragon of his age. "I just...want to be his friend."
"And yet you hesitate. You need to be strong with your resolve, Granite. You need to be honest and firm." A smile tugged at the corner of Terrador's lips. "Much like your cock." The dragon reached outwards to fondle Granite's throbbing penis.
Granite sighed, letting Terrador jerk him off to ease the tension in his loins. "Is it always this confusing?"
Terrador was quiet for a bit, his hands despite rough and calloused from years of training and enjoying fighting were gentle and felt smooth as he wrapped it and moved it up and down the dragon's shaft. "You're at that age where it should be confusing. I would have found it odd if you weren't. Your infatuation with Spyro is normal and quite healthy. We dragons are social creatures and are thus attracted to fellow dragons that exhibit traits we admire. I have met Spyro myself and can see why he has caught your eye: charming, charismatic, and has quite a bubbly rump I might add."
Spyro definitely did have a bubbly rump. "He does."
"You are a Peace Keeper dragon, Granite. You need to impress Spyro the best way there is: by showing off your strength!" Terrador concluded. "You need to show him how strong you are. You will definitely have his attention then."
That was a good idea. There was only one problem. "How am I going to show that when I'm up against the very dragon that has saved all of us three times now?"
Terrador looked at him flatly. "You're giving up already?"
"I mean...no."
The older dragon decided to frame this in a different light. "Think of it this way." Terrador loosened the loincloth around his waist and let it fall to the wayside, revealing his impressively large cock. He was at half mast and slowly hardening with each second. He held his cock in his hands and pressed it against Granite's. Both dragons could feel each other's beat of their heart at the point of their intimate connection. It was plainly obvious to anyone that Terrador was significantly bigger on all metrics. "When I was your age, I was worried about my cock size."
Granite found it hard to believe. Terrador was probably the biggest dragon he knew personally. "How? Your cock is big!"
"It is," Terrador answered. "But I have seen larger," he added, sounding more humbled. "Much like you, there was a dragon I was interested in too. Back then, I thought cock size was all that mattered. I figured someone like me wouldn't be someone they'd bother with because I've heard through the grapevine that they preferred big dragons."
Granite opted to jerk the both of them off, finding the sensation enjoyable. Terrador's hands followed his motion. "Did you give up?" Granite asked.
The dragon just gave him a knowing look. "Of course not. I went up to him and showed him what I had. Turns out that him liking big dragons was just a coincidence. It didn't matter what size I had. It was how I used it." Terrador smiled at Granite. "The point I'm trying to make here is that you wouldn't know what Spyro thinks of your strength until you show it off to him."
That was a very good point, even if it was a bit of a roundabout way of telling it. The two continued their quiet jerkoff session, with Terrador letting Granite take the pace. It didn't take long for the two dragons to get into the rhythm of it, with Granite focusing on his task and letting his problems go to the back of his mind for now. Hanging out and doing this activity with Terrador always helped him relax, and Granite was thankful to Terrador for letting him suck his cock. It was hard to believe someone like Terrador had confidence issues especially with his penis, given he was larger than anyone Granite knew personally. It made Granite wonder if Spyro ever had personal hang ups as well. Did Spyro ever have the same problems? Was he interested in someone as well but was too afraid to do anything? The notion of Spyro hesitating felt ridiculous at least and at most sounded insulting. The two dragons came soon after, with Terrador effectively hosing down Granite as the other dragon did his best to drink all the white spunk down. It was messy but it was well appreciated. The pleasure distracted Granite and allowed his mind to stop worrying.
Granite went to sleep that evening, deciding to take his uncle's advice. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it, but it was well worth a shot of showing off his strength to Spyro. Perhaps that would be enough to get his attention and impress him.
Impress him?
Granite himself still needed to sort out his own feelings. He wasn't sure what he wanted to be to Spyro. A friend or a romantic partner? He wasn't sure himself if he was just smitten by him partly because he actually liked the guy or if the raging hormones that ravaged his body was the one behind all of it. Maybe it was both.
Granite slept a dreamless sleep.
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The next day came and Granite found himself nervously fidgeting as he stood by the portal to the Peace Keepers homeworld. He and Spyro agreed to meet sometime past noon since apparently Spyro had something to do earlier that day. Granite was normally a calm dragon but the meeting left him quite anxious. One moment he was sitting down, looking at the crowd of dragons that were just going about their day to day business. Then he would start tapping his legs. His tail would sway and his mind would wander. He would glance at the nearby clock fastened to the monolith that would mark the center of the market. It informed him that he was on time and didn't need to be worried about being late. But what about Spyro? Maybe something came up? Perhaps the elders at the dragon temple needed him for something. Maybe there was an emergency. Spyro was a young dragon as much as Granite was but Spyro developed this sort of reputation that he was the dragon you turned to if there was a problem that needed solving.
No sooner did Granite's mind start speculating as to what kept Spyro busy did he feel a tap on his shoulder. He nearly jumped upon recognizing who it was. "Spyro!"
He was met with a happy grin. "That's me! Sorry I'm late. Gavin asked me to be a taste tester for this new brew he was trying out."
"Oh? Was it any good?"
Spyro sadly shook his head. "I'm not the best connoisseur of coffee but I did tell him that it was too bitter. He's trying to find the right mix of cream to add to it."
"I see. Well I hope he finds the right mix for it." Granite then cleared his throat. "So! I'm not sure how this is going to work. I guess I'll just show you around?"
Spyro shrugged. "Sure."
The two then began to walk somewhat aimlessly. Granite took the lead, pointing out areas of interest. There was the general market where dragons could get the things they're interested in. There was a square where they could just lounge around and converse with their fellow dragons. And there was even a dojo of sorts where dragons could spar with one another. "What do you think, Spyro?" Granite asked after showing him around.
"It's definitely different from when I was here the first time around."
"Why is that?"
Spyro smiled wryly. "For one thing, I don't have gnorcs shooting at me. I swear I thought I went deaf from the sound of the cannons firing relentlessly."
They happened to pass by the sparring dojo and stopped to watch a match happening between two dragons. Granite recognized one of the fighters as Boris, who was shaping up to be the winner of the spar. They were fighting hand to hand and Boris was making use of his agility to get the upper hand on his opponent. Jabs, punches, followed by a flip kick landed him the match winning combo. The crowd cheered for Boris's victory and equally applauded his opponent for his given effort. Boris happened to see them amongst the crowd and made his way over to them.
"Hey Spyro! Granite!" Boris greeted. "What are you two doing here?"
"We're doing homework," Spyro answered flatly.
"I'm showing him around so we can have something to write about in our essay," added Granite.
"What's it about?" Boris said, grabbing the towel from his bag and proceeding to wipe himself down.
"Differences in culture, that sort of thing," Spyro responded. "Do you guys just spar for fun then?"
"We do," Boris answered. "We're a physical bunch. While you guys prefer to sit around and paint, no offense, we prefer to be active. We train in hand to hand combat and other weaponry."
"Why? We're not at war last I checked," Spyro pointedly asked.
Boris responded accordingly. "Why does Delbin paint? Why does Gavin make coffee everyday? Why does Nestor busy himself by making dildoes when he can easily ask for the real thing?" Boris then paused before correcting himself. "Alright, maybe the last part isn't a good example given that Nestor is actually doing that to help you youngins but you get the idea." He then motioned to Granite. "Granite here is actually a good fighter!"
"Really?" Spyro turned to look at Granite.
Granite waved a dismissive hand. "No I am not." He then relented. This was perhaps the few times in his life he could brag to Spyro just a teensy bit. "Okay, maybe a little. I'm alright at best. Fine at worst."
Spyro grinned. "Want to spar?"
Granite answered faster than his brain could think about what he was saying. "Sure!"
The two dragons then made their way to the center of the dojo, with Boris presiding over the fight. "Have you ever sparred before Spyro?"
"Not really?" Most of his fighting was frankly for the sake of his own survival. "Are there any rules I need to know about?"
"Don't hurt your opponent too badly. We're not trying to kill here. Magic isn't allowed so you have to rely on your wits and your brawn. For this friendly competition, weapons aren't in play so you just have to rely on your bare knuckles."
"What's the win condition?"
"You get your opponent to yield. Or you knock them out of the ring."
Granite took a deep breath. This wasn't how Granite imagined he was going to show his strength to Spyro, but this was the better option out of all of them. He reasoned that if he could beat Spyro, it would at least make Spyro acknowledge him. Easier said than done given that Granite himself didn't know anyone that had beaten Spyro, and the dragon had a reputation of winning his fights handedly.
Boris raised his hands up and looked at the two fighters. Spyro and Granite stood at equal paces from each other around the circled ring. A few onlookers began to gather around after realizing that it was Spyro that was sparring. A few began to hush amongst themselves. Some of the elder dragons were having friendly bets to see who would win. "Alright! Match begin!"
Granite decided to approach this situation as if he was sparring like any other time. He did his best to not think of Spyro as the legendary dragon, but just any other random dragon. That just so happened to be colored purple. It was easier said than done. He circled Spyro like a trained fighter, steadying himself and watching Spyro's body language for any hint on what he planned to do. Most fighters had 'tells'. Some would shift their legs before going in. Others would reel back ever so slightly before charging forward. It was a personal habit that dragons carried with them that seasoned fighters took years to remove. Granite himself had tells but he wasn't keen on sharing that with anyone. He didn't want to expose his weakness after all. Watching Spyro was difficult. Granite got the sense that he was flippant. His stance was off kilter. His balance was all over the place. It was like a game to him. Granite wasn't sure to be insulted.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
Spyro then ran forward, charging straight at Granite. The dragon wasn't sure what the big idea was but decided to react the best way he knew how: by dodging. Granite easily moved towards the side, tripping Spyro in the process by extending a tail out. The purple dragon flopped onto the floor, before quickly rolling to his feet to regain his composure.
"Can you take this seriously?"
Spyro huffed. "Alright, fine. I figured I'd go easy on you. But you asked for it." The dragon took a deep breath. That was when Granite felt a change in the air. Spyro's stance changed completely. Before Granite could even register it, Spyro charged. His movement changed entirely, managing to close the gap between the two of them in just three steps. Granite barely had time to react to block the incoming punch. The force was equally as strong, enough to nearly break his guard. Spyro was unrelenting. A flurry of punches and kicks followed, a dizzying amount of combos and unorthodox movement that threw Granite for a loop. Spyro wasn't kidding when he was holding back. Granite tried to throw a punch when he saw an opening but was quickly countered by a masterful throw. He went head over heels, Spyro perfectly using his momentum to throw him. Granite smacked painfully against the floor, Spyro locking his arms in a grab that would break his arm if he didn't yield. The purple dragon applied pressure, enough to assert to the both of them who was the clear winner of this match.
Granite didn't want to give up just yet and did everything in his power to resist. But Spyro effectively sat on him and any movement he would make would just make the dragon's hold on him all the more stronger. The reality of the situation sank into him and was effectively cemented by Boris announcing the winner.
"Granite is unable to move! The winner of this match is Spyro!"
The crowd erupted into a light applause. Dragons cheered for Spyro for his fighting prowess whilst the others congratulated Granite for at least lasting for as long as he did. Spyro released his hold on the dragon. Granite rubbed his shoulders as he felt sore, but not as sore as his ego. "Sorry about that," Spyro said, smiling at him. "You did ask for it."
"I did," Granite answered. "I did." He got bested. Spyro was the hero for a reason. Whilst Granite was a bit disappointed in losing the match, he didn't feel as bad as he originally thought he would be. There was something comforting knowing your own limitations. It just goes to show that he still had greater heights to reach. Granite continued showing him around, and even showed him the other stuff that they had in the area. They went to the nearby museum which housed the various weapons the dragons had used throughout the ages, back at a time when they were still warring with one another. Spyro happily noted that the weapons were indeed painful as he had to fight against gnorcs that used it against him. Next he showed him the so-called Wind Tunnel, an area in the valley that had strong wind currents passing through them, letting dragons ride through the currents and enjoy high speed with breathtaking views. The two were more than happy to race with each other but in a more friendly rivalry than anything else.
The day soon ended and Granite eventually led Spyro back to the portal to see him off.
"Well today was fun," Spyro said with a bright smile. "I never knew you guys did fun stuff here. We should do this more often."
"You're free to come over whenever you like."
"So I'll be the one showing you around tomorrow then?" Spyro asked.
"Oh yeah. I'll do my best to not be late."
"See you!"
As Spyro soon disappeared into the portal, leaving Granite by himself, it left the dragon to his own thoughts. Today made one thing very clear: strength wasn't the best way to impress Spyro. Granite needed to find a different approach if he wanted to grow closer to him. This was the thought that was primarily circulating in his mind as he and Spyro spent the rest of the day hanging out with one another. Perhaps he was missing something? Granite hoped that he could figure out how to solve his problem the next day.
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It was around midday when Granite found himself standing at the Artisan Homeworld. Gone was the sandy and hot climate of the Peace Keepers and was replaced with the lush and vibrant atmosphere that filled his entire vision with color. Green for the grass, blue for the clear skies, and everything else in between. Stone Hill was busy as it usually were, with the dragons milling about and doing their day to day activities. Some were resting under the shade of a tree. A few were by the fountain chatting with one another. Light music was playing, courtesy of a dragon practicing with his group of musicians. Granite made a beeline towards the fountain, remembering that that was where he and Spyro agreed to meet. The purple dragon was still fresh on his mind, with Granite trying to reorient himself on where he was now with Spyro. After sleeping on it for the evening, he decided to reevaluate his goals, along with his motivations.
Granite admired Spyro. But what did that mean now exactly, especially having spent time with the dragon that had been in the center of his mind. Originally Granite wanted Spyro to take notice of him; to acknowledge him, to see him not necessarily as an equal but as someone he can hangout with.
Granite wanted Spyro to see him as a friend.
It seemed childish to conclude on such a statement, but that was the crux of what was bothering Granite after deep introspection. It was plain and simple. Granite was worried that after this assignment Spyro would naturally drift away from him, seeing as there was no longer a need to maintain relations. How was he going to approach the situation? Maybe he was overthinking it?
"Hey Nite!" Granite was immediately pulled away from his musings upon the sound of the voice entering his ears. Spyro was standing next to him, a bright smile on his face. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."
"You didn't! I just got here."
Spyro then clapped his hands. "So, I suppose I should show you around, right? I forget, how much of Stone Hill have you seen already?"
"Just the dragon temple and the market."
"Perfect! I know just the place to start your grand tour!"
Granite was eventually led to a small shop located away from the main district. A few tables and chairs were placed outside, yet to be filled with patrons. This informed Granite that this was a food establishment. Granite looked up at the sign plastered on the wall of the building. It read: Dragon's Den Cafe, accompanied with a stylized rendered drawing of a blue dragon smiling. The shop was still closed as per dictated by the sign on the door. But that didn't stop Spyro from barging in anyways, much to Granite's confusion. He followed after him, the bell by the door ringing to announce their arrival.
"Gavin!"
The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the room. The aroma was rich, pungent, and tingled Granite's nostrils. The sound of activity came from behind the counter and a large blue dragon soon appeared to greet them.
"Spyro! And who is this?"
"This is Granite. I'm showing him around Stone Hill as part of our school assignment," Spyro responded. "Granite, this is Gavin. If you need a good brew, he's the best dragon to get it from."
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise! And you're too kind, Spyro. I am just a humble connoisseur of the beans." A tea kettle behind Gavin whistled and the dragon was quick to attend to it.
"What are you brewing this time?" Spyro ventured to ask.
"I decided to take your advice the other day. About the coffee being bitter?" Gavin moved over to a nearby cupboard and grabbed two coffee mugs. "I decided to try different beans this time to see if that would solve the problem." Granite then watched as Gavin moved behind the counter with the finesse and grace of someone who clearly had been doing this for a long time. Gavin worked with machinery Granite didn't even know the names to, just what they did based on the context clues and the sounds. Gavin grabbed a handful of beans and placed them inside a crusher that grinded it to a fine dust. The dust was then poured into a filter, followed by another filter, before eventually being mixed into hot water that was regulated by a thermometer. Everything was calculated, like watching a well oiled machine produce a masterpiece. Were all Artisan dragons like this with their craft?
It eventually ended with Gavin serving two coffee mugs to the both of them on the nearby table. "Can I ask for your humble opinion?"
Spyro glanced at Granite before the two decided to go for it. It was free coffee after all.
Spyro was the first to take a sip from his drink, letting out a thoughtful hum as he proceeded to understand what his taste buds told him. Granite took a sip of the hot drink, careful not to let his tongue get burned. The taste was interesting. It was earthy with a tinge of bitterness. There was a slight sweetness as well to it but it was getting overwhelmed by the former. There needed to be a balance.
"So?" Gavin asked, patiently waiting for their reply.
"It's nearly there," Spyro began. "But I feel like you're lacking in sweetness now."
Gavin turned to look at Granite. "I agree. The earthiness is overpowering the sweetness."
"Huh." Gavin then took Granite's mug and took a sip of it as well. After a moment of pondering, he nodded. "Yeah, I can see what you mean now."
That was when Granite felt something. At first the warmth he felt he assumed came from the warm drink that was now in his stomach. But soon that warmth radiated outwards, eventually enveloping his entire body. He could feel his energy spike and a certain mood enter his mind. Blood rushed throughout his body, before eventually focusing on one particular region: his groin. The familiar stiffening sensation along with the thoughts suddenly flashing in his head clued him in that he was getting horny and his body was responding accordingly.
"What was in that drink?" Granite asked, doing his best to adjust himself in his seat. His erection was already beginning to poke through and part his loincloth.
"I got the beans from Bubba. He told me they were experimenting with the seeds to see if they can get more out of it. I think this is a side effect."
"Well look on the bright side," Spyro said. "If you can't fix the taste, at the very least you can see that it gets the blood pumping."
Spyro was right. It definitely got the blood pumping in their bodies. Gavin's loincloth was completely parted towards the side to make way for his cock. The impressive piece of meat was visibly throbbing and beads of pre were dripping from its tip. "Oh dear," Gavin said nonchalantly. Each beat of his heart made his member bounce in sync to the rhythm. "I'm going to have to take care of this." That was when a thought crossed the dragon's mind. "Wait a minute. I can use this."
"Use what?" Granite asked.
"Spyro, can you suck me off?"
Spyro's brow rose. "Sure, I'd be happy to." The dragon then opened his mouth and Gavin moved over and placed his cock in. Spyro happily lapped away, filling the cafe with lewd slurping sounds. Granite watched with amazement, seeing Spyro take all of Gavin's cock without hesitation. He even decided to take mental notes as he saw Gavin's body respond immediately to the purple dragon's actions.
"So...what exactly are we trying to accomplish here?" Granite asked, adjusting himself on his own seat. His hand was lightly rubbing against his own throbbing erection. It was admittedly hard to ignore the entertainment in front of him. "Not that I'm enjoying what I'm seeing here."
It took a moment for Gavin to respond. "I figured what if I use..." He paused for a bit, his body shaking as a jolt of pleasure ran down his spine. Spyro was one of the best cocksuckers around. Was there anything he wasn't good at? "A natural sweetener to help fix the taste of the bitter coffee."
"Using cum?" There was some rational thought behind it at least. Cum had a natural sweet taste to it. The thing that surprised Granite the most was the fact that this was sounding like the first time the thought crossed Gavin's mind. "Here, let me help," he said, eventually reaching out to fondle Gavin's sizable balls.
"Thanks."
With Spyro sucking away like his life depended on it and Granite's sensual fingers, it didn't take long for Gavin to reach his limit.
"As much as I am loving this," Gavin said, taking a deep breath, "I think I need to let this out now."
Spyro pulled himself away and licked his lips clean. A bit of spittle dribbled at the side of his lips at which he promptly wiped away with his arms. "Aww and I was just beginning to enjoy it."
"We can do it some other time, Spyro," Gavin said, sounding very apologetic. The large dragon then pulled back and grabbed the two coffee mugs from the table. They were now hot again thanks to Granite warning them up with his magic a few moments prior. With a heavy grunt, Gavin pointed his throbbing cock downwards and spewed heavy dragon spunk into the two containers of liquid. The force of his ejaculation was strong, strong enough for him to miss his target and splatter some excess onto the floor. Varying amounts of his fresh cum mixed into the drink which stood in stark contrast against the black caffeine liquid. When it was all said and done, Gavin placed the two mugs back onto the table and proceeded to clean himself up. It was thankfully simple with the help of magic.
Spyro and Granite mixed their drinks before giving it another shot.
"So, what do you guys think?"
Granite let the taste marinate in his mouth. He clicked his lips, then clicked it again, making sure that he was being objective about his response. He eventually concluded, "it's good!"
"I agree," Spyro responded. "I would ask for more," he said, then his eyes drifted to Gavin's cock turning flaccid. "But I think you should get some rest."
Granite took a sip of the remaining coffee and sampled the liquid in his mouth. "Huh, it is good. I need to take note of this." He clapped his hands. "Would you two be fine with helping me refine this recipe?"
Spyro looked at Granite and the dragon shrugged. "Sure, we'd be happy too. Though maybe tomorrow? I still have to show Granite around."
"Of course, of course. You two are always welcome to stop by."
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The rest of the day was spent with Spyro showing Granite around Stone Hill. Granite got to see the areas he normally didn't get to see and meet dragons he had never met before. He was introduced to Delbin, one of the painters Spyro knew personally. They both even got to help in posing for one of his quick sketches as the painter dragon was in the mood to draw a portrait that had the overall theme of friendship. It involved Spyro and Granite sitting next to each other, holding a drink cup as they supposedly looked outwards into the horizon as they sat lounging by the beach. Being a model was something Granite never thought about doing but found the activity to be quite enjoyable. The next dragon they got to meet was Tomas, one of the many dragons that had an inclination for music. Granite was never one for music. While he appreciated the skill and creativity that went into it, the idea of memorizing notes and scales never really clicked for him. Which was why it amazed him when Tomas decided to come up with a song right on the spot when he happened to ask Spyro for a prompt. Orange was the first thing that came into Spyro's mind and Tomas was quick to find a good rhyme for it, even though in hindsight the words never really had any business being able to sound alike. Perhaps that was why he was talented with his craft.
Eventually the time of Spyro and Granite spending time with one another came to an end, with Spyro bidding Granite farewell. Granite opted to stay for a bit in Stone Hill before heading home, thinking he could come up with something to help solve his problem that is Spyro. He figured being surrounded by so many Artisan dragons that the solution would come naturally to him. But so far he came empty. That was until much later when he happened to pass by the dragon temple. It was empty today, save for the few dragons that were naturally there, such as the elders.
The dragon elders.
The dragon elders were the dragons Granite and his peers would turn to if they ever had any problems or questions about being a dragon and life in general. Granite paused for a moment as the statement hung in the air. The possible solution slapped in the face so hard he nearly had a whiplash. That's it! He could ask advice from the dragon elders on his problem with Spyro. It was that simple. Granite headed inside the temple and decided to ask the first dragon he ran into, which happened to be Nestor who was in the library.
"Nestor!" he called out.
The dragon who had his face buried in a book he was reading looked up. His eyes darted to the one that called his name. It took him a moment to put a name on the face he was seeing. "Granite? What are you doing here?" He arranged himself to look presentable, clearing his throat as he sat up, having been slouched on the cushion he was sitting on.
Granite walked up to Nestor. "I wanted to ask for advice."
Nestor closed the book he was reading and placed it on the table. "About what?"
"How do I tell Spyro I want to be his friend?"
The question hung in the air for a moment, with Nestor clearly thinking of the best way to answer.
"Have you tried asking him?"
"Who? Spyro? Directly?"
"Yes. Have you?"
Ask Spyro directly? Granite found the idea ridiculous. Yet it was beginning to make sense. "No."
Nestor gave him a warm smile. "You should. It's called being direct, Granite. If there's something you want then you should make it clear to be heard by others. I'm sure Spyro would be happy to have you as a friend. You should just ask him."
Granite nodded. "Alright. Thanks for the advice, Nestor."
"Happy to help."
Granite went home that day deep in thought. Was it that simple? Was it really that easy? Was he the one stupid in overthinking all of this? Perhaps that was the case. Maybe it was that easy. Granite made plans with Spyro earlier that day to go over their schoolwork together one last time to make sure everything was in order. He planned to tell him then.
The next day came soon after with Granite picking up Spyro at the portal and leading him to Cliff Town. The trip was fairly uneventful with the two chatting with each other about anything and everything. Spyro told Granite that Gavin was once again inviting them over for another session of coffee. It would seem the dragon had come up with a new recipe; this time far more potent and far more richer as he took into account the comments the both of them had made prior.
"Maybe after our schoolwork is all sorted out," Granite said as he let Spyro enter their house.
"Yeah," Spyro answered. "We could get refreshments with coffee."
The two headed into Granite's bedroom and soon unloaded their belongings onto the nearby table. Spyro brought up a chair along with Granite and the two began to pour over their written essays. Spyro handed his to Granite and the dragon began to read it, as it was mostly pertaining to information Spyro learned about the Peace Keepers. It was interesting to read stuff about yourself but written from an outside perspective. In some ways, it was enlightening. Spyro wrote that the Peace Keepers were a simple bunch, mostly engaged in sparring and physical activities. Which was a stark contrast to Artisans who preferred less physically engaging tasks.
"Artisans are creative dragons, finding the beauty in the world and creating alongside it," Spyro said, reading a passage from the essay Granite wrote. "I suppose that's true," he commented.
The two then proceeded to grammar check their work, making sure their sentences were correct and revising some of the things they wrote to make sure it was good quality. It was around an hour or so later when they were done, with Spyro leaning back in his chair to relax. "I'm beat. Fighting gnorcs are easier compared to writing essays."
"You would be the expert on that," Granite responded. He then put his writing utensil down and let out a sigh. "Spyro, can I ask you something?" Granite figured that now was the best time, if any. They were done with their work for the most part so they can do whatever they want now.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Do you like me?"
"Yeah, I do."
The answer came fast and swift that Granite wasn't even sure if he heard it right the first time. "No, I mean, am I a good friend?"
Spyro's brow rose, visibly wondering where this line of questioning was coming from and going. "You are, Nite. Why do you ask?"
Granite was at a loss of words. He wasn't expecting it to be this easy. Perhaps talking it out really was the best solution after all. "I was just worried you were going to start ignoring me once we finished this school work together."
Now it was Spyro's turn to be at a loss for words. "Why would I do that? You've been a good friend to me throughout the days we've spent together. I can be a bit of an ass at times, but I'm not a dick. What made you think that?"
Granite wasn't honestly sure himself. He chalked it up to pure jealousy. Spyro was cool. He wanted to be friends with the popular dragon. There wasn't much to it. "I don't know," Granite answered. "We're in the same class and at times it feels like you barely notice I exist."
"I'll be honest, Nite, you don't really do a good job making me notice you," Spyro said frankly. "You keep to yourself too much. I figured you didn't want to be bothered so I steered clear from you. But now hanging out with you told me that you're a pretty cool dragon."
The truth stung Granite's ego but the compliment that followed eased the pain. Yeah, Spyro had a very good point. Granite wasn't the most talkative dragon around. He was always in his head. It just took Spyro telling him about it to make him realize it now. "T-thanks," he said, feeling his cheeks blush a little from the compliment.
"Which is a shame really," Spyro continued. "There were times when I saw you having trouble focusing in class. I wanted to ask if you were okay but you looked so focused and determined I figured I'd just break your concentration. What were you thinking about anyways?"
Granite looked at Spyro and figured to be honest given that they were talking openly with each other anyways. "It was a bit hard to focus on class because I was right next to you and well...I could smell your scent."
"My scent?" It took a moment for Spyro to realize what Granite was talking about. But when he did, it clicked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to impose. Besides, I figured you had a preferred group of dragons to fool around with."
"I'm always open to fooling around with anyone. That's who we are, Granite." Spyro then sat closer to him. "But that said, I'm very down to fool around with friends."
The resulting closeness caught Granite off guard. "Y-you mean...you and me?"
"Did I stutter?"
Granite glanced at the school work they had on the table which was now finished and then glanced back at Spyro who looked at him as if he was asking something as mundane as the time of day. "Yeah, okay."
"I hope you don't mind if I take the lead."
Spyro gently pushed himself forward, closing the gap between the two of them. His lips met with Granite's and the two kissed for the first time. Granite was shaking throughout all of this. He was getting what he wanted and more. Spyro acknowledged him and he could call Spyro as a friend. Being able to fool around with him was a bonus on top of an already amazing reward. Sensing his nerves, Spyro decided to take it nice and slow. There was no need to rush anyways. Spyro had a feeling that Granite wasn't going to mind him staying for the night if it ever came to it. Their lips met and a messy dance of tongues occurred between the both of them. Granite did his best to keep up but it was clear that Spyro had done this numerous times already and knew a few tricks to keep things interesting. They broke free after a solid minute of making out. They were out of breath, the smoke rising from their nostrils as their bodies heated up.
A strand of saliva momentarily connected them before it too fell to the wayside. Spyro silently led Granite to the bed to get themselves more comfortable. The dragon followed along obediently. Granite thought for sure that given Spyro's pedigree, he would opt to be the one on top. He personally didn't have a problem with it, but he assumed that was the case. Which was why it surprised him when Spyro laid on the bed and spread himself out to Granite. Face down, ass up, Spyro removed his loincloth and presented himself to the dragon. This invoked a primal response that Granite himself wasn't even expecting from his own body, as his cock rose up to the attention.
"Serve me," Spyro said commandingly.
He was definitely still in control and Granite was more than happy to keep it that way. Following his given cue, Granite moved forward, grabbing both of Spyro's bubbly cheeks and spreading them far enough to give him access to the pink star that was hidden underneath. He gave it a gentle nuzzle, before sticking his tongue out to lap at the outside. Spyro's toes visibly curled as Granite assaulted his backside with tender licks. The taste was acquired but something Granite was already familiar with. The scent was intoxicating as Spyro's musky scent was stronger and more concentrated. After a solid minute of lapping up the dragon's backside, Granite stuck his tongue out to effectively penetrate the dragon's hole. There was a bit of resistance but it soon gave way, letting him inside. Granite was gentle but firm. He used the leverage he had to go as deep as he could and fiddle with Spyro's insides. Spyro for his part was enjoying himself. He buried his face onto the nearby pillow and moaned into it whenever Granite struck a sensitive part inside of him. His own balls tingled and Spyro's cock sported a solid erection that throbbed with each wave of pleasure that passed through his body. Granite continued his sloppy kiss, making sure to get every nook and cranny he could muster. There wasn't a portion of Spyro's ass that was probably not touched by his tongue. He backed out at one point, starting from the dragon's inner thighs before going inwards once more, just to make sure he covered his bases. His tongue lapped at the dragon's impressive set of balls, each being given a tender loving kiss. Spyro shuddered, feeling the prehensile tongue go over his sensitive loins. It made him all the more excited for what was going to happen next. Granite then continued onto Spyro's cock. The dragon's stiff erection was something to behold, and Granite made sure to give it the proper treatment it deserved. A bead of pre formed at the tip of the engorged head, something Granite tongue was sure to get. It tasted sweet and yet bitter, but a taste that he found delicious either way.
It was a moment or so later when Granite pulled out. Spyro's backside was slick and sloppy, perfect for what was planned next. The dragon removed his own loincloth, which effectively did little to keep his modesty at bay, and lined himself up. A brief comparison informed Granite that he wasn't up to par with the thing swinging between Spyro's legs but that didn't matter at the current moment. What mattered was the hole that was ready and waiting for him. He pushed in, finding the lubrication he did, helping as there was little to no resistance. Spyro moaned in response as Granite spread him open.
"Wow, Spyro," Granite said, taking a moment to breathe. "You feel amazing."
The dragon smiled. "I've been told." He adjusted himself to make sure he was in the proper position. "Are you ready for this?"
"I'm more than ready."
Granite then began to fuck Spyro. Slow and steady thrusts, building to a rhythm that they both enjoyed. The sound of skin slapping against skin followed, echoing inside Granite's room as the two enjoyed each other's company. Given the angle he was going in, Granite effectively hit Spyro's special spot with each thrust, prompting the dragon to feel a wave of pleasure that coursed throughout his entire body. Spyro grip the bed sheets, his eyes threatening to roll towards the back of his skull.
"Do you...do you want me to go faster?"
"Keep it this way. I like your pace."
Granite smiled, grabbing hold of Spyro's sides to steady himself as he maintained the pace they were on. It wasn't rough. It was gentle, meant to be a calm activity shared between two dragons. It was a good way to bond. Granite could feel his balls churn, his loins burning. With each thrust he could feel the pleasure jolt throughout his entire body. His pace effectively hastened, his balls slapping against Spyro's bubbly ass. Spyro for his part just enjoyed the ride, moaning and groaning every now and then as the pleasure coursed through his body. The consistent slapping was for sure going to leave a mark on his ass however. Not that he minded. Granite's grip on him loosened and hardened at random intervals. Granite tried to switch things up every now and then to keep Spyro surprised. There were moments where he would slow but deep. And some he would go fast and hard. Granite did his best to make sure that this was going to be pleasurable for the both of them. He even went so far as to fondle Spyro's balls. He gave it a gentle tug, massaging it and giving the love that it rightfully deserved. He was rewarded by a splattering of fresh precum splashing downwards that soiled the bed sheets. The bed rocked, the wood scraping against the floor as the motion repeated over and over. Granite was lost to the world and only focusing on the sensations that were assaulting his body. His worries and his fears disappeared like they were nothing more than a simple annoyance. He was enjoying himself.
Eventually however, the good times had to come to an end as Granite felt himself reach his limit.
"W-where do you want it?"
"Inside me."
Granite nodded. With one hefty thrust soon after, he buried his cock deep as he could into Spyro's backside and filled the dragon with the white hot cum that burned in his loins. He felt his balls empty itself and for a brief moment he saw nothing but stars. He nearly blacked out, but was thankfully able to maintain his balance. Spurt upon spurt, Granite ejaculated what felt like all of his being into Spyro. The purple dragon's backside took all of it like a thirsty dragon. Spyro could feel the warmth radiating inside his body from the hot fluid. The orgasm ended a moment or so later with Granite breathing heavily. There was a short moment between the two as they effectively did their best to regain their composure. Granite was the first to move, pulling out of Spyro's backside. Excess cum streaked out from the dragon's hole leaking down the sides of his shaky legs. It was then that Spyro tapped the side of the bed, motioning for Granite to join him. Granite nodded and the dragon flopped unceremoniously next to him, exhausted but otherwise completely satisfied.
Spyro pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him to pull him into an embrace and spooned him from behind. "Had fun?"
"Definitely." Granite's heart was still racing his chest but was now slowly coming down. Bits of cum still dribbled from his now slowly softening cock.
"Mind if I take a turn?" Spyro asked, pushing his lower half upwards to gently poke Granite's backside.
Granite smiled and sat up to face Spyro. "I'd be more than happy to."
Spyro ended up sleeping over that evening. Granite had no problems with it whatsoever. He was just happy to be able to spend some quality time with Spyro, and to be able to call the dragon a good friend of his.