The Last Straw
This was a story that could only have been done with the help of Raidagu on FA so go thank him a lot for helping me on this. Comments and critism welcome. I hope you enjoy.
You shouldn't be reading this if you are over 18
And i do not own any of these characters they are copyright to the owners of the Spyro franchise
"I've told you this before, stop with your incessant talking and leave me alone to relax! You can be so irritating when you so wish to be, you vivacious buffoon." The voice reverberated through the stony halls, a few of the syllables almost becoming growls of spitting anger as it spoke sounding cold and harsh much like it's owner. Each syllable was annunciated perfectly despite the agitated tone.
"I think you will find that I am a very enjoyable, satisfying, delectable person to have a conversation with. The way in which you engage me would make me think that you believe yourself to be greater than me you chilly nitwit." The response was not an angry one and one could imagine the playful smile that seeped onto his muzzle as he spoke, as though he was talking to to a hatchling who would not listen nor understand.
"I think you will find that I DO surpass you in many many ways. My very blood is royal, potent with the strength and ability to lead that I gained from my ancestors, the great ice dragons who...."
"...Battled the cold and the evil in a search, exploration, pursuit for greater lands and a safe home for all. I know, you have told many times of your lineage." The interruption was smooth and followed by a short playful chuckle and stopped the first voice in it's tracks. This was clearly not the first time that such a speech had been given and clearly not the first time it had been used in arguments.
All this fighting wasn't uncommon in the Temple but after a while it seemed to just become another thing that Ignitus had to deal with. The large fire dragon gave a long exasperated sigh and lifted himself from his place in front of the fireplace, willing the two to get on for once and let him rest. Still, being the good natured dragon that he was he would never confront them angrily about such a manner but instead was rather content to simply diffuse the situation and go back to watching the fire dance seductively in front of his eyes.
Ignitus was a tall and brave dragon lined with fiery scales that would seem imposing to any who knew nothing about him. Any who did know him however knew him to be the friendly and kind hearted dragon that many looked up to as a role model. With a temper that outlived any creature, Ignitus could stand a million annoying habits just for one helpful skill on his side and it often saved a lot of hassle by letting Ignitus deal with the 'people' side of things as he was experienced at saying what people wanted to hear and reassuring them. Rarely seen with a scowl on his face, he was a jolly dragon but was often lost deep in thought, never really saying as much as he could and keeping his cards close to his chest. A true leader if there ever was one.
Stepping out into the main hall he could see the two dragons now stood near the middle of the room. It was another typical day for them, always at each other's throats like two hatchlings who were unable to share with one another.
Cyril stood on his right. He could be easily noticed down to his soft blue scales that displayed the cold element that this dragon stowed and his tall head was held in such a high position that it just screamed strict upbringing and high-class. Nevertheless he was not a bad person, merely pompous and arrogant if that. He was intent that everyone should accept him as the superior and the greatest dragon out of the group all because of his heritage and class. Even though Ignitus knew that none of them was any more or less superior than the others, he knew that Cyril was an irreplaceable ally and that letting him think that he was the greatest kept him on their side. Volteer on the other hand was more intent on pulling Cyril back off of his pedestal every now and again and reminding him that he was no better than the others just because of his heritage.
Volteer was the electric dragon and was, as his element would imply, a very energetic and bubbly character. He could talk for hours upon hours just for the sake of conversation and because once he started he was almost impossible to stop. Questions would often be explained from every possible angle and every single meaning because the dragon was incredibly intelligent and knew so very much that he couldn't help himself from spilling all he knew in an answer. Like Cyril, Volteer had downsides too. He was the instigator with Cyril and acted like a catalyst for Cyril's generally bitter and pompous personality. No matter how hard he tried he could never stop himself from pointing out flaws with Cyril's stories or plans as though it was all he did for entertainment. He always ended up getting on everybody's nerves, especially Cyril's, because of his constant noisy talking and blabbering. Ignitus, however would be the one to put up with it and take all of this in his stride and often would stand the dragon rambling on for hours on end just to satisfy Volteer despite how difficult it could be for him and his ears. Though if the opportunity ever arose he would pass on the yellow dragon to someone else.
"Alright, that's enough. Why can you two never get on?" The interruption stopped both of the dragons and they both turned to face Ignitus, albeit with a slight scowl on the face of Cyril who was obviously still annoyed over the whole situation. "Come. Sit with me by the fire and perhaps we can have a relaxing morning without any loud arguments."
Ignitus' word was final and so begrudgingly they both set off following the long relaxed strides of the fire Guardian. Ignitus couldn't help but think that the two dragons had an underlying friendship somewhere. He was sure that if they didn't then they would have truly begun to fight and that would have been a horror to deal with seeing as both of them were perfect models of strong elemental dragons. He shook his head softly as he began to sit down, seeing the homely flames rise and dance once again in his view as though welcoming him back and he was sure that they were friends on some level.
He watched as the two dragons sat either side of him and gave each other a short glance before Cyril turned his head away in an act of childish defiance, Volteer with his usual innocent looking smile on his muzzle. Ignitus couldn't help but give a small chuckle at the hatchling-like display.
"Right, Volteer. Why don't you tell me what it was about this time?" His voice was soothing albeit with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but it brought Cyril's head back toward them nonetheless. Cyril's face was still set in a grumpy stance.
"Very well. You see, I was chatting along and having a nice conversation with Cyril about the time I powered a strange orb while in captivity but as usual his pomposity, ostentatiousness and pretentiousness was overbearing and he proceeded to tell me to stop talking as though I were an ignoramus. Then he started on his heritage speech implying he was superior because of his lineage." Volteer kept his eyes locked on Ignitus' and refused to look at Cyril while he spoke, knowing that he was probably disagreeing with the whole account.
Ignitus sighed and looked over at Cyril indicating that it was his turn. The arguments were always the same.
"Well, I had just awoken from an afternoon nap and I was still very much tired. Before I had chance to wake up properly I had Volteer jabbering in my ear non-stop about something trivial that I didn't wish to hear about. I didn't get a single word in with that imbecile of a dragon and I began to get a headache so I demanded him to stop talking constantly to me because it was unimportant information for someone like me. Then he had the nerve to question my superior background and ancestry, which by the was is a strong and noble bloodline of many generations of royal ice dragons of yore."
Ignitus nodded, blocking the egotistic dragon's gloating. "It seems to me that, as always, you both need to get along more. It won't do to have you fighting like this all the time. Volteer, you should know that if Cyril is tired he's easily upset and if he asks you to leave then I would strongly advise you to do so. I am sure Spyro would be very happy to hear your stories and much of your knowledge," He gave him a quick reassuring smile and received a bright grin back, "And you Cyril still need to try to ease your temper. Yes, Volteer does like to converse a lot but if you ask him nicely then I'm sure he would be understanding enough to leave you to rest." He gave Cyril a smile much like he had to Volteer but only received a slow and huffy nod in return. His glance was not even met by the sulking dragon.
Volteer stood and gave Ignitus a quick smile of his pearly white teeth before he left. "Brilliant idea Ignitus. I think I shall go and search for our purple friend, I'm sure he would appreciate the wisdom in my riveting stories. I've got the perfect story for him about the time I met the Chronicler, now he was a convivial one..." The voice disappeared around the corner, a few inaudible trails of voice catching their ears slightly until a few seconds later it became silent once again.
Ignitus just gave a small shrug. He knew the ice dragon well and knew that he would remain grumpy for a while. Deciding that the worst had passed, Ignitus left the room, leaving the chilly dragon to wallow in his own thoughts as he often preferred to do. Plodding out of the room he headed off, deciding that he would very much enjoy a long walk around the Temple, something he had not done in a long long time.
Ignitus' slow relaxed footsteps came to a halt outside the other Guardian's room. He wasn't completely sure why he had decided to stop but now that he had, he couldn't help wanting to check in on his friend. After all, he hadn't seen the earthy dragon all morning. He stepped closer to the doorway and peered inside the earth dragon's room which was dark and slightly gloomier than his own fire-lit room. It smelled quite befittingly of dank earth and vegetation but not in any strong distasteful way; instead it was almost uplifting like the first breath of fresh air after being stuck inside a clammy room all day.
Looking towards the far wall he saw the tall figure of Terrador. The veteran of many wars and the survivor of many seasons, if there was anyone out of the Guardians who could form a battle plan then it was him. He wasn't as vocal or as knowledgeable as Volteer, he couldn't lead like Ignitus and he couldn't hold his head up high like Cyril, but he was a brave and honourable dragon more focused on doing things then chatting about them. This in many ways was how he operated and it had often helped him in times of trouble where he had quickly learned that his gut instinct was almost always right.
"Are you alright in here Terrador?" Ignitus asked from the doorway. The question seemed to get the earth dragon's attention, turning quickly as if he were off guard, but not enough to make him jump. Nothing made him jump any more.
His strong green eyes seemed to pierce into Ignitus as they had done many times throughout their time together. They neither held great joy or great sorrow but still they emitted a strength that Ignitus had never truly been able to place no matter how long he had know the earth dragon. Still Ignitus trusted him with his life because he is one of the most capable beings that the fire dragon could think of in battle and in mind.
"Ah, Ignitus. We have received word of a few remaining swarms of dark forces near a town that's about a days flight north. I've been asked to assist." Terrador's deep rumbling voice was intimidating to most but having been around the dragon for many seasons now, Ignitus no longer thought anything of it.
Ignitus took a few steps into the room so he was closer to the jade dragon and rolled his eyes slightly. Typical Terrador. Always straight to business. "I see Terrador. I wonder if I might join you on your quest? It would do me well to get out again and feel the wind on my scales."
Terrador gave a small nod, "It would be easy work with two Guardians. You may accompany me if you so wish." With that Terrador strode past Ignitus, giving him a straight look as he passed him. His well-washed scales giving a slight glint in Ignitus' eyes as they caught the light, momentarily blinding the orange dragon. When he had shook it off Terrador was stood at the doorway and glancing back. "We leave at midday. Meet me by the main entrance." Following this he headed out of the door without a second look or a goodbye. His long jade tail swaying slowly as he padded round the corner and into the hallway.
The orange dragon merely shrugged. It was simply Terrador's way. He was a simple and plain dragon and he hadn't made it as far as he had with chitchat and conversation and in the spirit of a true fighting dragon he kept things as basic and orderly as he could. Ignitus had to admit that he had an admiration for his cool head and ability to remain focused under pressure, always knowing what is best for the greater good of the realm.
With around an hour to wait until leaving, Ignitus decided that a quick meal was in order and then he would have to tell the two 'hatchlings' to behave whilst they were gone.
"Why can't we go? It'll be a joyous trip with the four of us. A nostalgic adventure of the four Guardian dragons." Volteer said with excitement rising in his voice as he drifted off into the thought.
"No. I have told you that we need you two here to look after the Temple and help anyone else that may come by in need of assistance." Ignitus commanded.
"Fine by me. As long as that irritating buffoon doesn't blather on at me for the whole time then I'll happily stay in and relax to my own thoughts and a nice cold bath." Cyril gave a short nod and it was settled. The icy dragon was the easy one to deal with for once as Ignitus knew that he would prefer to remain in a relaxed environment than to fight out in the heat of day. It was Volteer who was proving problematic. His bubbly and overly energetic nature was making him eager to get out but Ignitus could do with some time to relax without the talkative dragon in his ear every few seconds.
"Right, it's settled then. Terrador and I will proceed to the town to help them and you two will take care of the Temple," He gave Volteer a quick glance stopping his already open mouth from making an objection., "We will be back in a week, if you need help send for us or Spyro if you've no alternative."
With that Ignitus turned and walked over to the majestic green dragon that stood by the entrance. Reaching the door, Ignitus turned his head for a quick glance back into the Temple. Cyril was no longer there, presumably he had already wandered off to do his own thing and hide from Volteer. The orange dragon chuckled softly to himself at the thought of Cyril being stuck for a week with the constant chatter from the electric dragon.
However he noticed that Volteer was following them, having crept forward from where he last sat. He sighed and muttered inwardly.
"Volteer, I thought I made it clear that you were to stay here." Ignitus tried to keep all the irritation from his voice but he didn't succeed.
"I know that Ignitus. I was merely coming to see you depart, I've nothing better to do." Volteer's face was still brimmed with his hatchling-like smile.
"Why don't you go and talk to Cyril? Tell him some stories?" Terrador threw the question out into the blue, his head still facing towards the doorway as he was keen to get going and brush off the bubbly dragon.
Volteer seemed to contemplate this before giving a quick nod in their direction and heading off into the Temple, scouring each room to look for the ice dragon. Ignitus watched until he could no longer see the swaying yellow tail and then he turned towards the fresh air of the outside world. Each breath was uplifting to him and revitalised his soul. With a smile on his face and the chirps of the birds twittering in his ears, he stepped out next to Terrador.
He looked the jade dragon in the eyes, his scales glistening in the sunlight. "That was rather cruel back there." The fire dragon had a small smile on his face that he was trying to contain after the thought of Cyril dealing with Volteer. He just hoped they didn't kill each other before he got back.
"I don't have to spend a week alone with him." Terrador gave a small shrug as he said this before turning his head towards the sun and then to the north. Without another word the giant dragon spread his long leathery wings and beat them down towards the earth. The loud thump was accompanied by a buffeting blast of wind and the green dragon began to rise. Another beat and he rose higher still, on and on until he began to circle around and wait for the fire dragon to join him.
There was no hesitation on Ignitus' part. He followed the green dragon's lead and soon they were flying side by side towards the town. Ignitus was in bliss with the wind that seemed to blast under his strong wings, he could not remember the last time he had been able to truly stretch them and fly this leisurely on a day as beautiful as this one. He sighed and relaxed, the warm air currents gave him enough lift to be able to float like a leaf in the breeze, and for miles on end he didn't even have to do so much as flap his wings once.
Cyril's heart skipped a beat. Sat in the back of the library he had been relaxing in the cool darkness in the room surrounded by stacks upon stacks of worn books, each of which opened a new question for his mind to ponder. He had spend his entire afternoon here, quite happy in his realm of books and literature. But now, at the back of the cool library, Cyril was breathless. He was confused and worried, unable to bring himself to rational thought.
He could have sworn that he had heard a noise, the small padding of another large dragon's footsteps not far in front of him on the other side of the bookshelf. He lowered his head slowly looking through the small gap between the top of the books and the weathered wood of the bookshelf, trying desperately to calm his thumping heart. He couldn't see anything. Was it a trick? Was he hearing things?
No. There it was again. A faint click of a dragon's claw upon the hard cool rock, a sound that he would not mistake for any other. Again the sound hit his ears, like a booming whisper it throbbed in his ear and made him want to shout out but he knew he must not. Biting on his lip he sat nervously, willing it to leave. Sit very still, Cyril. It will pass. He sat, unaware that even his breathing had been paused in this time of fear. But only stillness followed. It's gone. It's gone.
The blue dragon gave a long sigh, the knots of his body untying themselves as he did so. With a hint of a smug smile on his face he turned around to head out of the library.
"Hey Cyril!" The yellow dragon chuckled as he watched Cyril reel back in fear, almost jumping out of his scales at the unexpected visitor. Volteer watched as Cyril's face turned a deep red, a mixture of his embarrassment and his reborn hatred for the electric dragon, but Volteer still couldn't hold himself back from a large toothy grin.
"You absolute imbecile! How dare you sneak up on me and act completely childish! You're lucky I didn't strike you down where you stood!" Cyril's face began redder still, his lips curling back slightly to show his long pointed teeth as a natural reaction to his overwhelming anger. "I have the right mind to punish you like the lowly dragon you are, you childish buffoon!"
Volteer could find no serious side to these threats and continued with his jeerings, laughing away as he mocked the ice dragon with his hatchling-like laugh and overly excited nature. "You do make me laugh sometimes Cyril. Your pomposity, arrogance and pretentiousness do make you a funny character when you are irate. You wouldn't punish me because you are a big chilly numbskull!" Satisfied that he had made his point, Volteer gave Cyril another beaming grin and a wag of his tail.
Something snapped inside Cyril. "That's it!," He shouted so loudly that Volteer's smile was wiped from his face and his active tail became still and stiff in anxiety. Before he could get a word in Cyril's rage continued, "I've had it with you, always undermining me and making fun of my ancestry, my life and how I choose to live it simply because you aren't a high enough standard to understand it! Now I'll punish you. I'll punish you like Ignitus should have done a long time ago, you large irritating hatchling minded dragon!"
Volteer was becoming increasingly worried, his stomach had tightened and his wings were shuffling anxiously. He stuttered and stammered desperately trying to calm the ice dragon down but he had no time at all before Cyril made his move. The ice dragon opened his mouth and took a long draw of air in, his lungs filling and mixing the air with the magic inside of him. As he breathed out, long cold draughts of air shot out at Volteer's feet, freezing instantly and holding him to the floor and rendering him unable to make even the slightest movement from his knee's downwards.
"What are you doing?!" Volteer cried out in fear now, his heart was pumping loudly and his breathing was becoming quicker. His feet were numb and no matter how hard he pulled he could not break them free from the icy clasp that held them so tightly. Panic was beginning to set in.
Cyril gave a small sadistic smile and shook his head, "Bad dragon. You should know not to talk in front of superiors unless you are spoken to first." He opened his mouth again and fired a cold blast of air at Volteer's muzzle. His well practised aim was perfect and the air froze on contact with his muzzle, pinning his lips and maw shut in the icy clamp. Only the sounds of his muffled cries could be heard. Cyril gave another sigh of relief "Much better."
Volteer now began to feel afraid. His body was tense and he didn't feel like Cyril was going to let him out any time soon. He was going to have to force himself out. He shut his eyes and began to draw the energy from his body, concentrating as much as he could to focus his powers. Cyril watched as the electric dragon shut his eyes and he shook his head knowing what the yellow dragon was about to do. He slid his paw down Volteer's back and with a sudden jab forward just behind the electric dragon's jaw, he forced him out of focus.
A painful jolt into the side of his jaw threw Volteer's focus and all the thoughts and conjured energy he had was lost. The pain lingered and try as he might he couldn't get his focus back, the pain was far too distracting and made him clench his teeth and growl. After a few moments the pain subsided slightly but it remained enough the electric dragon would not be able to focus enough for a while.
"Now, about that punishment." Cyril took slow strides around the captured dragon, making sure he could see his bright smile and hear his toying whispers. He brought himself round to the back of Volteer, chuckling slyly as he contemplated his next move. "Well, well. I think given the circumstances and my own personal lust you will make a very adequate mount."
Volteer's eyes grew wider and his muffled cries became louder, his neck bulged as he struggled to free himself and his veins began to stick out as he placed all his energy into ripping out of the ice. It was futile. He had no way of pulling himself from the ice and now his mind began to torment him with images of being used, the thought of the pain that would come from having being taken and the knowledge that he'd never be able to look at Cyril the same way again.
Cyril was toying with him, knowing that he could do just as much damage with psychological strategies as he could with actually mounting him. He sat on his haunches and lifted the electric dragon's tail up in the air. Volteer tried to keep his tail down but Cyril was easily able to pull it up and out of the way, his view now unblocked and he could see the pink tailhole of the yellow dragon staring back at him.
"You put up so little fight Volteer. I think you want this don't you?" He chuckled as he played with the idea. "You've wanted this for a long time haven't you? You've wanted me to punish you like this. Don't even try to deny it Volteer." Cyril's ears rang with the wail of denial from the frozen dragon in front of him. He could see each muscle strain as it tugged and pulled so desperate for a way out of the ice.
"Don't be a bad dragon now. Stop fighting and I can make this easy for you. On the other paw, if you keep fighting I will have to make your punishment much more...aggressive shall we say." Volteer's mind was in peril, shocked by the joy that filled Cyril's normally cold-hearted voice. Still he could feel the foreboding underlying tone in his voice and he knew that he wasn't lying, to escape this with the least damage he was going to have to submit. There was no alternative.
He fought his inner fear and conscience, knowing full well that he didn't want to give in. He couldn't give in, could he? He was torn. His pride and ego told him to rip his way out but in the back of his mind he knew that he had not the strength nor the time to pull himself out, thus leaving him an open target for Cyril. If he was to get out of most of the damage he would have to swallow his pride and accept the ice dragon as his dominant.
His thought train was derailed ad he felt a brush of cold flesh run up his sensitive tailhole. He grimaced and looked over his shoulder, watching Cyril drag his digit over the ring of closed flesh again and again, teasing the electric dragon. "Where is your eagerness now? Why don't you show your superior that you don't want this to be done the hard way."
It took every fibre of Volteer's usually energetic being to overcome his pride and with a burning bright blush on his cheeks he began to push and pull at his anal muscles. The resulting winking had an obvious effect, Cyril's deep rumbling purrs drifted to his ears and made him cringe and screw up his face in disgust at what he was doing for another male. He continued to tease Cyril, helping him in his twisted game, each few winks brought back another purr or another grope of his well toned rump.
As Volteer flexed his anus again he felt the cold digit yet again, but this time it drove on with more force, sliding itself into his exposed hole. The tip prodded at first, just enough to stop his tailhole from fully closing, but soon more and more of the digit forced its way inside. His face scrunched and he began to wail through the ice muzzle, his previously virgin tailhole becoming painfully stretched by even a single digit from the ice dragon.
As he was painfully taken of his pride Volteer could feel Cyril's other paw slowly grazing it's way up the inside of his thigh. The feel of it was enough to make him shiver. It moved agonisingly slowly as it began to reach the top of his exposed legs and gently prise itself between his legs and brush so gently against his heavy balls that he wasn't completely sure if he had touched them at all. The second time though, they definitely touched. He dragged his long digit across the middle of each of Volteer's low hanging balls, making the electric dragon whimper in his tight cold muzzle.
"You shouldn't have these, should you Volteer?" He sneered a little to himself. He was cruel; but not that cruel. The sound of Volteer's frightened whimpers were enough to let him know that it had had the desired effect, "If you're a good little bitch though, then I'll let you keep them. Are you willing to do that for me, my helpless little female?" The ice dragon's voice had become as harsh and unforgiving as the ice that he breathed and he leant himself over the electric dragon and whispered the words again in his ears, "Helpless...little...female."
The words reverberated in the mind of the yellow dragon. He didn't feel hatred for the ice dragon, nor fear any longer. He could only feel his instinct driving him on, and he knew there was only one way out. Without spending time to dwell on the matter Volteer gave a few short nods, submitting himself in his helpless form. He had no way of defending himself like this and as much as he hated the prospect of what would happen to him, he knew it was inevitable. Like the pain of an injection, he knew that he would have to suffer before he could be safe again.
"Now there's a good girl. All I needed were those eager little nods to confirm that you've wanted this all these years. Isn't that right?" Volteer was in no position to make a stand and so meekly he nodded again, but just a short single nod this time, "Oh? Not as eager this time? Or are you just embarrassed. There's really no need to be, there's only me and you here and I'm the one you've been dreaming about. You want me to take you like the little male slut you are." With that said Cyril slid his digit forward, the colder scales forcing their way inside the tight back end of the frozen dragon. Loud cries rose from inside the ice muzzle but all were ignored, only being countered with small whispers of 'Good girl' as the digit slid ever deeper.
Volteer's tailhole was clenched tightly around Cyril's digit, trying to desperately force it outwards. With a slight huff of distress the ice dragon slid away from Volteer and sat just behind him. Removing his digit he noted how quickly the electric dragon's tailhole shut again, tight like a vice. Looking around and thinking for a moment, his eyes became locked the the low hanging package of the stuck dragon, and as he moved slowly round the side of Volteer he could clearly see the semi erect shaft hanging down underneath his frozen legs. "And you pretend like you aren't enjoying it. I think this proves how much of an eager whore you are to powerful and superior males."
Cyril was enjoying his gloating and was beginning to become excited with the prospect he now faced. He was in control and now had a semi-hard Guardian at his service. He could do what he wanted, and yet he was still concerned. In the back of his mind he knew that he didn't want to hurt Volteer. He couldn't understand why, after years of hating the noisy buffoon he now found himself to have quite a soft spot for him. No matter what he thought of, he knew he couldn't bring him to any lasting injury, instead he would just have to torment him psychologically rather than my violent abuse. Yet neither could he ignore his primal lust. His body and parts of his mind screamed out to use this dragon for release and to dominate over him, forcing him into submission and making him take the ice dragon as his superior.
Cyril's paw began to reach under the electric dragon and grip his shaft tightly. The thick pink cock erecting in his hand quickly and becoming so hard that he could feel the heartbeat of the other dragon in his paw. "Didn't take much to make you hard did it, my little bitch?" whispered the ice dragon as his paw began to slowly rub the tip of his flared cock head. This time Volteer didn't make a move to acknowledge the comment, merely holding his head down towards the floor, feeling beaten and willing Cyril to finish quickly.
The ice dragon paid no heed to him and continued to slowly run his paw back and forth along the long shaft of pulsing dragon meat. After a few moments of enjoying the feel of the warm flesh Cyril could see his prize forming. At the tip of Volteer's cock, drops of pre had begun to form. Cyril beamed as he saw it, he knew that Volteer must be trying his hardest to deny him this treat but his primal urges had betrayed him. Running the paw up to the tip, the ice dragon began to play with the clear liquid prize. His digit rubbing at the slit of the yellow dragon's engorged meat and smearing the pre onto the rest of his giant shaft. It had it's desired effect and the helpless electric dragon's pre became more copious and his stream became faster.
"I see you are enjoying yourself my little bitch. I think you would love this to be a more permanent relationship, wouldn't you?" As Cyril spoke he continued to cover his digit in the warm slimy pre-cum, soon feeling it totally covered and lubed up. He ignored the electric dragon's whimpers of denial and moved his other paw to give the yellow dragon's giant orbs a quick squeeze, forcing an unavoidable moan from him. "Moaning? While being forcefully taken? You are a disgusting slut aren't you? A true little bitch."
The ice dragon chuckled cruelly and brought his lubed digit back to Volteer's rear. He began to rub the slimy pre over the entrance to the electric dragon's tailhole, making it looser and easier to enter. He slowly poked at the warm ring of flesh, taunting it open much to the distress of the yellow dragon; his tugging at his restraints and muffled moans were evidence enough of that. Again though, the ice dragon ignored them, focused only on making the hole loose enough to enter and, although he would never admit it, to make it less painful for Volteer.
Cyril smiled and admired his work. The tailhole of the Guardian dragon was now layered in a spread of the slimy pre, making it much easier for the ice dragon to take. "Let's test this, shall we?" The ice dragon smiled and began to push his digit against the outer rim on the hole. Immediately there was resistance from the electric dragon who had taken to clenching his rear as tight as he could in an effort to stop the inevitable. Cyril could only chuckle. He pushed harder and won the battle of strength, watching as his digit slid into the opening and began to move into the depths of the Guardian's bowels.
A loud yelp came from the helpless dragon as he felt his virgin rear taken so crudely. Torment raged in his mind and he continued trying to access his powers, the numbing pain in his jaw making it impossible for him and only adding to the stress he was under. The pain became worse as he felt the knuckle of the other dragon reach the outer ring of his sensitive backside and the finger inside began to cruelly hook round and arc against the walls of his anal tunnel.
"Enjoying this are we? You naughty female. Only a female would enjoy being used in such a way as this." Even Cyril knew he was being evil to the usually bubbly dragon but after the years of torment he was glad to finally be able to show Volteer that he was not one to be messed with. His mind was even contemplating with the idea of keeping him as a permanent pet. For now though he could only focus on the invitingly warm inside of his bitch. The walls of his rectum were slick as he began to turn his digit around, slipping in a second alongside his first to loosen him further and to greater enjoy the clenching muscles of the yellow dragon's rear..
After a few moments of toying with the anus of the immobile dragon, Cyril jerked his digits from the hole, making the electric dragon yelp out at the feeling of emptiness inside him. The digits left a slowly closing hole in front of him, one that was slicked and now loose enough to hold the shaft that the ice dragon was concealing. "I think you'll enjoy this next bit my eager dragoness slut." Cyril chuckled, his sheath stirring to life as he thought of the release he would receive from the dragon's still tight hole.
He quickly jumped atop the back of the frightened dragon, his mind filled with lust and his actions fogged by the desire to release his heavy balls. Not even the terrified whimpers of his captive broke through the haze. Underneath the heavy dragon, his long bulged sheath began to give way, and a pale blue shaft emerged, even paler than his icy scales. It became longer and longer, escaping like a snake from its hold as it began to close the distance between itself and it's prey, pointed directly at the other dragon's tailhole. Volteer knew what was coming and began to struggle, pulling harder but with the ice dragon on top of him there was no chance of it happening.
Trying to keep the panic out of his mind Volteer gathered his strength and tried one last time to access his powers, he blocked out the earlier pain too managing to gain a hold on his focus and begin to work his magic. He could feel it rise inside of him, his very veins flowing with the tickling electrical burst and coming closer to the surface. As he felt it pulse inside of him he knew that he had control over it and he could break away.
Cyril noticed that the Electric dragon had begun to glow and it hit him instantly what he was about to do, without thinking about it the ice dragon reached forward and locked his jaw around Volteer's neck, biting down roughly to send another wave of pain through his body. The effects were immediate. Volteer's glow disappeared and the dragon snapped back into reality to realise that he had failed. With a low menacing growl Cyril bit harder into Volteer's neck making him whimper. He had not broken the scales and drawn blood but it was hard enough to stop Volteer from trying again.
"You ungrateful little slut. How dare you try that with me? Have you no sense? I have complete control over you and you try to force me off." The anger was apparent by how loud it was said. Not a shout, but a deathly whisper. A long evil sneer ran across the ice dragon's face. "You know what we do with bad pets, don't you?" Volteer's face dropped and his heart sunk. He had been frightened of this, and hoped that his colleague was bluffing. He could feel the dragon's cold breath against his ear as he leant right next to the helpless dragon.
"We punish them." It was said in such a quiet voice that Volteer wasn't even sure if it'd actually been said at all or whether his mind had just filled the blank space that had been left. Either way he was scared. Underneath him hung the long thick meat of the ice dragon, and he was suspended without any way of protecting himself. All he could do was whimper quietly and hope that the pain was not too much, for he knew that Cyril would definitely continue with his plan.
Cyril aligned himself with the hips of the Guardian, ignoring the pathetic sounds that arose from his muzzled mouth. All he could think about was how good that tight tailhole would feel to him and even his own mind began to tease him, urging him to hurry up and take the begging dragoness. Leaning forward over the shoulder of the electric dragon, he began to slowly walk his back legs forward and push his throbbing cock against Volteer's rump hole.
The whimpers from Volteer's muzzled maw became louder as his hole was stretched, Cyril's unyielding cock tip forcing the hole to spread and accept the pre-spurting member inside of it. The digits had hurt him before but Cyril's cock felt at least three times as thick as it continued to slide effortlessly into his painful rear. He pulled and yelped and tried to get away but he couldn't, all he could do was stand there and take it and try to ignore the hisses of pleasure coming from the dragon that had dominated over him.
Cyril couldn't help himself any longer, he pushed deeper and faster forcing the entire length into the depths of the yellow dragon's rectum. He no longer acknowledged that it was causing a lot of pain to the dragon's previously virgin hole, nor did he care that Volteer was pulling with all his might to try to get off of his shaft. All he cared about was getting his fix off of his pet dragon. "Yes, good dragoness. Please your master with your tight and oh so eager backside." He mused happily as he slid to the hilt. "Oh I know how you probably wish you were female so all the males would use you like this, so I will have to make you feel like this more often." Cyril's words were mumbled between groans of pleasure, each word striking Volteer's ears with a painfully strong meaning. He could find no bluff in those words.
The ice dragon withdrew his cock quickly, pulling back with his powerful hips until only a few inches remained inside. He wasted no time in slamming his hips forward to meet Volteer's with a loud slapping sound accompanied by a muffled cry. Over and over he began to build up his pace, driving his long thick shaft into the captured dragon again and again; each time the electric dragon's screams became less until soon he was struggling to stop himself moaning. It was a natural response as the thick shaft began to rub his insides.
Cyril shifted his weight and began to thrust downwards more, stabbing accurately at the electric slut's prostate. He wasn't sure why he aimed for it, part of him thought of it as a way to try to get Volteer to return back to him for more later, other parts told him it was because he wanted to hear his bitch moan for him, and in the more distant reaches thought it was because he felt a bit guilty and wanted to help pleasure the submissive dragon. None of that mattered because it succeeded in making Volteer moan loudly, in fact it was much louder than both of them expected.
This noise only momentarily distracted Cyril before he began to push his pace faster, spanking the backside of the yellow dragon with his large swinging balls, each orb making a loud slap as it hit the other dragon's rump. As Cyril continued to plough into his now moaning pet, he gripped at the yellow dragon's cock and began to repeatedly yank his fist up and down with it, pleasuring his bitch and making him moan louder and even yelp as he tightly squeezed it. Cyril started accompanying each thrust with vulgar derogatory talk, calling Volteer "filthy bitch." or "Cock-hungry dragoness." Each phrase would drive him on and bring blushes to the cheek of the electric dragon who, much to his own shock, couldn't deny he was enjoying it.
Volteer's mind was plagued with questions. He was being forcefully taken, spoken to in such a vulgar and demeaning way that he should be outraged and on top of that he was being repeatedly and violently bitten. Yet he couldn't deny feeling desperate to release; he didn't want to rid himself of the feeling later, he wanted his release now, with Cyril dominating over him and pounding his prostate. Volteer's cock twitched violently in Cyril's paw as he thought about how it must look to be taken like this and his mind began to make up images of what it would be like being the ice dragon's pet. He tried to shake it from his mind but in his hormone induced state he had no way of rationalising his thoughts and no way of pretending he didn't enjoy this feeling so he gave in, submitting to the pleasure and wanting to be released by the dominating blue dragon.
Cyril could tell by the moans of his filthy slut that he was getting close to finishing. It was a good sign as it meant he was enjoying himself and perhaps there would be no retaliation from the electric dragon. Either way Cyril still intended to finish both of them off and he knew that he would not be far from Volteer as his balls had begun to tighten against his body and his cock had begun to spray pre form his increasingly throbbing shaft.
Volteer was in bliss. His tailhole was in pain and he knew that it would be days before it stopped hurting but the touch of his fellow Guardian's paw rubbing up and down his begging cock made him want to soak them in his hot spooge. His mind still fought back reminding him that he was being defiled and that he shouldn't enjoy it but there was no way around his primal lust, no way to stop his burning desire to finish and there was only one way that he was going to finish and that was by letting the ice dragon finish in him too. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make to rid his body of his overwhelming hormones.
Cyril's breathing became laboured in Volteer's ear and the ice dragon knew that he could hold on no longer. The tailhole was too tight and he was too out of practice to keep going for long. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out and almighty roar, slamming himself once more deep into the electric dragon's sphincter and gripping his cock in a vice like grip as he shot over the edge. Cool strings of cum began to shoot into Volteer's abused backside flooding his bowels with the white sticky liquid. Strand after strand burst out with enough power to force the seed deep within his stomach and chill the electric dragon slightly.
The grip on his shaft created enough pleasure to make Volteer plummet too. Moaning into his cold muzzle he began to spray long strings of his warm seed, soaking Cyril's paw as he finished. Both panted and waited as their cocks finally finished pulsating, Cyril's paw being slightly ticklish from the small electric shocks he received from the yellow dragon's cum and Volteer feeling slightly colder after being filled with the cold slimy seed of the pale blue dragon.
They both remained for a few moments, recovering in the blissful afterglow of orgasm. Slowly they both caught their breath and began to regain their strength. Cyril yawned softly, he had tired himself out with all of the excitement of the day and so he decided that a nap or perhaps a longer sleep was in order. He drew his still sensitive shaft out from Cyril's raw backside with a stifled moan as it slid from his still tight entrance.
The ice dragon dropped back to the floor and stretched out his legs, giving his wings a small rearrangement as he stood behind his captured bitch. He stood for a moment, wondering what he should do with Volteer now that he had finished, well, finished for now. He chuckled to himself evilly and raised his paw, giving Volteer a sharp spank with it and grinning as he heard the yelp from the helpless dragon as the cold cum-covered scales made contact with his battered rear.
With a grin wider than he had worn in a long time, Cyril left the library leaving the muffled shouts of the electric dragon behind him. He wasn't sure if he would thaw out by tomorrow but if he hadn't Cyril was in the right mindset to give another shot at breaking in his pet.