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The young purple dragon sucked the air in through his nostrils, the islands of Convexity swirling about above. He hovered over his dark and feminine counterpart, easily three times his size. She was still slightly off guard from his previous strike, allowing him to take the time needed to fully prepare the final blast that would take her out of commission.

The scales of his chest heaving, a flash of movement caught the corner of his sight. He twisted his head just in time to see the metal-tipped tail of the black dragon shimmer before his eyes.

::WHAM!::

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Spyro blinked awake. His lungs still hurt from having his breath knocked out of him, literally. Even his nose felt a bit sore; singed from the attack that released from his lungs just before losing consciousness. His head ached so much that he couldn't even see straight. All he could tell is that he was lying back on something hard.

"Psst. Spyro! You awake?"

The tiny voice roused Spyro to the point where he could actually focus. "Sparx? What happened? Wher- ULP!" He began to choke and cough.

A leather strap wrapped about his neck strangled him as he tried to lift his head. His hands jerked to free his neck, only to find that they too were strapped down. Frantically struggling for some ounce of leeway, Spyro quickly found that also his legs, tail, and even his torso were bound in leather, holding him to a hard table, spread in all directions. His wings had been stuck through holes and bound underneath, flapping with all their might to tear the restraints asunder.

After several minutes of fighting, Spyro was gasping for breath. He was exhausted. He felt power still within him, but it was... stuck. All the knowledge and strength he had was somehow blocked, unable to flow.

Succumbing to his fatigue, Spyro's head slammed back against the table, his horns scraping against the wood. Simple wood? Why couldn't he simply break it? For now, he turned his attention to surveying his environment. It was a rather clean room; the walls were well polished hewn stone and the floor didn't have even the slightest bit of dust. For being captured, this was quite an unusually clean room...

"You done with the show, big boy?," Sparx teased.

Spyro turned his head and saw his glowing friend on another table, held within a thin glass bell-jar. "Sparx, where are we? What happened?!"

"Well, you got your butt kicked by Cynder. Once you were down for the count, she got to working with that gate-thingy. I don't know what was going through that scary beast's head, but she started grinning. She took those crystals out of the gate and stopped the whole thing altogether... I think that dark magic has gotten to her head or somethin'. To make matters worse, she picked you off and carried you here to her fortress."

"So, the Dark Master wasn't released?"

"Not that I saw," Sparx shrugged.

"And how did you end up here? Did you warn the guardians?"

"As good as an idea as that might have been, no. I risked my own valiant butt trying to rescue yours!"

Spyro tilted a brow and stared at Sparx in doubt.

"Alright! You got me! I followed Cynder out of the Convexity and one of those damned, dirty apes caught me in a jar..."

"Now that's more believable," Spyro sneered. "But then why can't I break free?! It's like my power is sapped away whenever I try to summon it!"

"Umm... Cynder kinda called you her pet and gave you a pretty little collar."

Spyro looked confused. He tilted his muzzle up and down, flexing his muscles. It was true. Not only was there the leather strap but also a metal band wrapped tightly around his neck. "Her pet?..."

"Well, I'm translating a bit. The term she used was too naughty for even myself to repeat. But, she said that collar would lock away your abilities so you couldn't fight back."

"Naughty?" Spyro's head ached some more just trying to comprehend just how much his situation had changed. "Then... What is she planning to do?"

"Don't ask me, buddy. I have no idea what's going on in the head of that psycho bi-"

"Ahem..." An unfortunately familiar feminine voice interjected from the doorway. "Keep that up and I'll throw you into a pit full of frogs."

"C-Cynder?" Sparx gulped with fear.

The black dragon stepped into the room, having to tuck her wings to get through the entrance. "Yes. And as for my plans, things change. Like I said before, life is complicated, little one." She gave them a menacing grin.

"So... What are you going to do now?" Spyro glared at her with contempt. Though, he felt a tinge of pity. He had failed to release her from the Dark Master's control...

Cynder ignored the purple dragon's question. Instead, she fell back on her haunches, standing upright. Her hand rose up to her neck and her fingers slid under some of her belly scales. Then she... pulled?

As though she were shedding some old skin, the scales pried away from her body, splitting down the middle like some sort of vest. Underneath, the scales looked exactly the same as before, at first. But as the vest opened up to her chest, the scales underneath billowed out. Two mounds were revealed, the cleavage squished so high she might as well have been wearing a corset. The faux-scaled vest opened all the way down to her belly, where she proceeded to pull it over her arms and out from under her wings.

Cynder held onto the vest as she massaged her terribly ample breasts, taking deep breaths. It looked as though she had been fighting with a handicap this whole time.

"Oh, it feels sooo good to let these things out again. I have to hide these things or else those stupid apes stop listening and start drooling... I'd rather fry them all, but nooo, the Master wouldn't allow that." Cynder rolled her eyes and bared her teeth in disgust.

Spyro's gawked in amazement, focused entirely on the large orbs as their plump, tender nipples heaved with each of her breaths.

"Fiuewww," Sparx whistled. "Hot, sweet mother of sexy-"

"Quiet you!" Cynder tossed the vest, covering Sparx's prison and blocking his view.

"Hey! I wanna wat-!"

"I said QUIET!," Cynder roared.

"Y-y-yes C-Cynder! I'll shut up!" Sparx fell silent.

"Now, as for you, little fella, it's time to learn some new moves..."

Spyro just continued to stare as Cynder reached into a small pouch she carried at her side. He snapped out of his stunned state as he recognized the object she pulled out; a crystal filled with swirling, blue energy. It looked like the life-force that had been drained from Cyril, but it was merely a shard of what she took from him. "Isn't that the-?"

"Shh." Cynder placed a claw over Spyro's lips. Then the claw slid into his mouth, followed by the rest of her hand.

"Glah gah oare lrah?!" His speech came out garbled and unintelligible, for obvious reasons. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but Cynder's hand easy over-powered him, forcing his jaw open.

Without saying another word, Cynder plopped the crystal in. Her hand withdrew and gripped his whole muzzle, preventing him from spitting it out. Spyro twisted his head back and forth in defiance, trying not to swallow. She used her other hand and rubbed his throat. After a few seconds Spyro's reflexes kicked in and she felt the hard object pass under her touch.

"There, there, little boy. All done. That wasn't hard, was it?" Cynder pat his chest.

"What are you-" Spyro cut himself off as a chill ran down his spine. "What are... Wh-Wha... Wha-w-w-w-w-w-" His teeth chattered as he began shivering, his body becoming rigid from the spreading cold.

"Yes, working just as I had planned. Now, young dragon, tell me how this feels..."

Cynder leaned over the tabled, bringing her chest to his. Spyro's eyes fluttered as she dragged her breasts across his scales. So warm and supple were the masses that they subtly soothed the rawness of his scales. In fact, his body as a whole felt extremely sensitive; even the slightest breeze felt like frost permeating his hide. And her body was the cure to the isolation the cold brought, a welcoming blanket that kept him from feeling alone. No, even more than that. She was his womb; he needed her to keep him safe and strong.

Cynder smiled as he tried to press more and more against her body, straining the leather bonds. "Well then, I suppose we can go on to the next step."

As she started to lift herself, Spyro jerked towards her. "No! Don't leave!"

Cynder's smile turned to a grin. "You need me that bad, huh? I suppose I can oblige a tad."

As one hand reached back into the pouch, her other replaced her breasts upon Spyro's chest. It rubbed back and forth, satiating his scales. His body squirmed with her hand, trying to be touched as much as possible. Spyro's eyes closed and relaxed to her petting, his brain freezing to the point where he wasn't even paying attention anymore.

So, he didn't even notice the new crystal Cynder pulled out. Yellow bolts flashed about like a storm within. Spyro's muzzle yawned as her hand stroked over his nose, disregarding the thing she deposited within. He even proceeded to swallow it without a second though.

Spyro's eyes shot open. His nerves sparked and sizzled. Electricity erupted underneath his cool scales, counteracting the gelid state. His mind crackled, his sight darted about. Millions of shocking pins sent his body tingling all over. Then his eyes came to a stop, still jittering in place. They focused past the hand on his chest and down between his spread legs as a new horn grew from him.

A stiff horn stared back at him twitching sporadically. Many inches long, the base was swollen. Spine-like ridges followed along its underside and a series of bumps encircled the head of the rather pointed tip. Unlike the horns on his had, this one was a deep reddish-purple and fleshy. Even though it looked as hard as his other horns, it was still somewhat supple, having grown out from sheath hidden amongst his scales.

"What-kind-of-a-technique-is-that?! Can-Volteer-do-that? What-does-it-do? I-never-saw-such-a-thing-com-out-of-me-before! Does-it-slash-or-stab-my-opponents-or-something??" Spyro's speech raced with his mind. The frozen layer about his mind and scales was still there, still in need of Cynder's touch, but he was no longer sluggish. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Cynder stared at the thing with a bit of awe herself. "Huh... I guess not all of you is exactly ‘little'..." She had underestimated his size by several inches, compared to his proportions. It actually made her smile much more. "And I guess I will actually enjoy this more than I thought I would... But yes, it will most definitely ‘stab' your opponents." She blushed slightly at her immature remark, a slip brought on by the increased beating of her heart from the sight.

"Oh-that's-really-cool! I-can't-wait-to-use-it! Heck,-I'll-practice-on-Sparx-right-now-if-you'll-let-me!"

"You will use it in due time, young one. Then I guess you won't mind taking the next one, right?" Cynder pulled out a crystal with an earthy-green glow to it.

Spyro nodded his head maniacally, nearly accidentally slapping the crystal out of her hand as it approached his muzzle. He gulped it down with glee, wondering what other possible things he could be taught so quickly.

However, the crystal splashed into his stomach with a thud so heavy that his thoughts came to be grounded once more. He could clearly feel the energy roll down his abdomen, anchoring itself just below his new ‘technique'. Spyro flinched as it gained mass within the region, swelling out from his crotch.

Two spheres emerged from an especially flexible portion of scales, stretching larger and larger. They eventually touched his inner thighs, pushing his legs further apart. Like boulders, their weight pressed into his tail, making it ache slightly.

Spyro gulped. He could feel the spheres groan from inside, as though they were steadying themselves for an upcoming onslaught. A low whirring sensation created a sullen atmosphere of deep anticipation within. His nerves still triggered and popped with excitation, but the intense rumbling dragged him back down to reality.

"What... Did... You... Do... To me?" Even speaking felt like an uphill battle against gravity. Fortunately, the extra-active jolts through his body helped power him through.

"Just one more and you'll find out."

This time, when Cynder pulled out a crystal flickering with a bright red fire, she immediately popped it into her own mouth. She sucked on it a little bit before leaning in over Spyro once more. The feeling of her breasts gliding over his chest again made him smile laxly. Then as he felt her lips envelop his own, his will caved to the vying elements that overwhelmed him. His tongue gratefully welcomed hers into his mouth, exchanging not only saliva but the crystal as well.

Cynder continued to kiss Spyro deeply as he absently swallowed the thing. Their muzzles never parted as the energy burst within his chest. His core turned molten and his mind ablaze. The smothering heat battled against the other three elements within his body. The chill that made his scales hyper-sensitive now seared like an open burn without Cynder's touch. The electricity roiled till it nearly singed himself numb. The boulders between his legs grumbled and threatened to crush him beneath their weight.

Spyro's whole body lusted for Cynder. His lips squeezed against hers, not wanting to let her go. At the same time, his back arched and fought against the leather bondage over his torso, eager to press his belly against hers. The new appendage throbbed in place, so desperately desiring to stab her.

And Spyro mewled like an abandoned kitten as Cynder lifted away from him.

She inspected her own body. Drops of sweat ran down her belly scales, pooling into her cleavage and moistening the stiffening nipples. Some of the crystal's energies had been imparted on her as well, as was intended. She stepped up onto the table, her legs so much more massive than the table that she could easily grip the wood at her knees. Between her legs, a crack in her scales plumped open, exposing ripe flesh so deep in pink that it was nearly purple in color itself. A great match for the horn below.

"Ohhh!" Spyro groaned and moaned and just about roared as Cynder squatted down onto his waist. Her wings flared to span the entire room as she, too, let out a feminine squeal. The hard ridges and bumps of Spyro's horn grated through her sex, appeasing her every hunger. She fell forward onto Spyro, her excessive size leaving his face in her cleavage. And he was all the more blissful for it; the soft masses embracing all his senses.

Cynder felt the body below squirm and writhe, straining to delve deeper. She agreed. A single claw swooped down, slicing the leather at his waist. Immediately, Spyro's hips thrust upward as hard as they could, ramming himself into her to his hilt.

She gasped and pushed her own hips down in turn. Her tail bounced in rhythm upon his swollen testicles. Soon, their humping reached harmony. Every moment that passed, Spyro dug into her flesh, beating against the inner-gate in an attempt to burrow his whole self into her.

Cynder had difficulty keeping up with his fervent pounding. She hugged the entire body, trying to suffuse as much of him with herself as possible to quell his thrusting, if even a little. She even let out a small cry of pleasure as Spyro's muzzle twisted underneath and began suckling from an erect tit.

Spyro's mind was a swirl of all four elements, creating a growing haze. The sensation was very similar to producing his breath attacks, a deep power welling up inside. The collar he wore didn't seem to even squelch the power like it did all the rest. All the rest except for one... the fury he had obtained within the Convexity. The energy he was about to use against Cynder before, to defeat her. Without even inhaling in preparation, the strength still built up within.

He could feel it collect its strength from the other elements, the life-forces of the guardian dragons, intensifying them in turn. The glacial chill encompassed his hide until his limbs went numb. The excited lightning sparked his muscles causing them all to spasm and twitch, his tail flicking about Cynder's hind quarters. The hefty stones echoed a growl throughout his abdomen, beating with his heart and eager for action. The roaring flame boiled his blood and made him drip with passionate sweat. All were caught in the ebb and flow of the Convexity Breath attack.

And just like any other breath attack, it couldn't be held for too long. It quickly needed to be released. The cold intensified until his mind went numb. The electricity sparked until his muscles ache and tense. The boulders charged forth with all their weight. The fire smoldered in his veins. Spyro was going to be destroyed by his own power if he held back for a second longer!

Spyro let go of Cynder's breast, angling his muzzle towards an empty wall. He exhaled. "HHAAAUUUNNNGHH!"

Cynder let out a wailing moan to match Spyro's. Rather than a bursting from his muzzle, the purple beams sprayed from her sex, her belly expanding as fast as it could to keep up with the attack. The room echoed with splattering as the stuff splashed to the floor and collected into puddles. Strands of it stuck between the table and her thighs as her legs kicked reflexively from her own heat blazing between them.

...When all finally became relatively silent, save the heaving of the two dragons as they rested upon the table, a small voice squeaked from under the covered bell-jar. "Umm... Does anyone have some tissues?..."

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Several months passed. Other than that fateful day, Spyro didn't see Cynder. Since her plan was well on its way, she had no use for him anymore. Nevertheless, he and Sparx were still taken care of. Every day, the two were strapped to leashes and taken for walks by Cynder's goons. They were kept in good health, for some reason that was beyond them.

Spyro felt humiliated, but his thoughts were mostly elsewhere. How were they going to escape? What were Cynder's plans exactly? What was going on in the rest of the world? And most importantly, why couldn't he summon that extra horn again?! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to emerge from its sheath. It seemed as though without the crystals, he simply wasn't skilled enough to make it appear. To make things worse, Sparx merely laughed at him whenever he tried to explain the stabbing power of the thing. If only he could show him!

Then, finally, one day Spyro heard the heavy footfalls approach their room. Unmistakably Cynder's. He had so much he needed to ask, to demand. The questions had spun around in his head for months, driving him insane.

"Cynder, tell me now! What are your pla-?!" Spyro stopped short as he saw her shadow appear above him on the wall. She seemed much larger than before, and not in the taller sense.

Cynder stepped inside, her belly scraping slightly over the floor. She angled herself into Spyro's sight, such that the only thing he could see was the massive roundness of her scales.

"It's all worked out rather well, I think," she spoke with triumph. "Before we would have had to wait until the Night of Eternal Darkness to truly revive the Dark Master. But now we need only to wait a few more weeks! By channeling the portal of Convexity through you, we have not only freed him, but reborn him altogether. And better yet, there will be a whole clutch of Dark Masters. Not just one, but many purple dragons, all imbued with his power and intellect. But, what tops it off the most, Spyro, is that you're their father!."

Spyro was silent. The engorged female above him was full of his eggs... He couldn't fight her now, nor could he fight his own children. There may be hope of saving them all once they're born, but for now... And the sight of her recalled the feelings of need he had the last time, almost making him whimper to be against her body once more.

Spyro shook his head. He steadied his resolve. "Then why am I still here?"

"Well... I kinda foresaw this beforehand, but I didn't think it would be this bad..." Cynder had a tinge of reluctance in her voice, a rather uncharacteristic moment. "I'm going to let you go free now, Spryo. I'll even release you from your collar."

With the snap of her fingers, all the bonds went limp about his body. The collar split in half and fell to the table with a clang.

Spyro slowly sat up, rubbing his neck. "Why?"

"Because I want to ask you a favor..." Now she sounded rather sheepish. "I need YOU!"

Spyro blinked in disbelief at the statement.

To emphasize the reason, Cynder stepped back so Spyro could actually see her beyond her belly. She spread her legs and exposed her glistening groin, excessively plump and drooling with arousal.

"I knew there'd be hormones, but... For Ripto's sake! Look at my breasts!" She didn't even have to push her chest forward to show how engorged they had become. Milk trickled steadily down her scales. "I can't even get anything done around here without the apes falling unconscious from bloody noses... These tits are so big, my vest no longer fits! I practically gave some of them heart attacks the day I actually burst free of the thing!! "

Spyro continued to blink at her, having difficulty processing the information.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you do the same thing we did before, I'll give you all but one of the eggs! The Master's control didn't dictate that there should be more than one of him. Also, I brought more of these." Cynder snatched the pouch from her side and spilled its contents across the table. There were many more shards of the elemental crystals, with many being much bigger than the ones she originally used. "I even managed to get some of these that'll make the whole thing last longer!" She dumped another pouch that had crystals that were fairly grey with light blue wisps floating about. "I'm so horny, I might even have the will to give you all the eggs. Just please, please, FUCK ME!"

Cynder dropped to all fours and twirled around with her rump raised high, putting herself on display for Spyro. With her size, her sex was as high as his head and he could see deep inside the puckering, gasping hole. Her tail curled down on itself, the metal decoration at the tip swirling about her labia just to quench her ache a bit.

Spyro stared at Cynder, contemplating her offer. The damage was already done, right? And he might even save the children and prevent the Dark Master from ever growing within them... Plus that hole really did look very hungry. He really did want to be close to her... Inside her... Considering her size, he might even be able to really fit in her...

Sparx buzzed around his glass prison. "Hey, if you two are going to do that again, at least let me out! This jar is still stained from the last time!!"