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The vote was aaaaaaaages ago but you guys voted for Terrador and Flame as the next pairing! There were also a lot of extra requests for watersports so I included an extra part at the end for those interested. If not then don't worry, I put a warning point in there so you will be able to read up to there without having to worry! Later chapters may make mention to it, though only in passing outside of any additional warnings

Let me know what you think!

Also I -still- don't own these characters. They all belong to Activision (I think it is now?)

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That evening, a few hours after Spyro had exited through the door reading 'Guardians only', the usual suspects gathered in the Guardian's hall. A fire was roaring in the firepit to help keep the cool air of night at bay and, if that wasn't enough, Flame had wormed his way underneath Ignitus' large, heated body to ensure the smaller dragon was toasty warm during the night's discussions. With only his shoulders upwards being free from the Guardian's weight, Flame couldn't really move from his position but then again he had no intention to. He was cosy and extremely comfortable with the weight of a full grown male on his back. It was, in fact, his favourite position to be in.

Business was as usual with Volteer recounting the day's top story about some book vendor that had refused to exchange one of his purchases when he found a few pages missing; a story that had been going on now for long enough that Cyril was becoming noticeably bored. To be fair to the Ice Guardian, even Flame was left wondering what more there possibly was to tell and yet Volteer's winding tale seemed no closer to ending than it had been several minutes ago.

"Yes yes, Volteer. We understand. Now, will you hold your blabbering tongue still for a while so that someone else may speak! We won't purchase from that vendor any more." The Ice Guardian snapped, immediately invoking Ignitus' brow to furrow into a slight scowl at his rudeness. Volteer too puffed out his chest a little and flared his nostrils in defence.

"I know you certainly won't, you pompous buffoon. The only thing you ever buy are mirrors to admire yourself in!" The yellow male retorted angrily. He thought his story had been very interesting indeed; one of the most notable moments of the week in fact! It was hardly his fault that Cyril had the attention span of a sugar-stuffed hatchling.

Despite himself Flame couldn't completely suppress his childish laughter at Volteer's rebuttal which earned him a fiery look from Cyril and, although he couldn't see it, he could feel Ignitus' eyes boring down on the top of his head too and he guessed that the fire dragon wasn't too impressed. On top of him, Flame could feel the older male stir.

"Will the two of you please just be quiet? You're like a pair of hatchlings; always at each other's throats." Ignitus flustered, taking up the role of 'mother' to the two childish adults. It worked though as both of them settled into quiet grumblings under their breath. Even this brought a smile to Flame's lips and he looked around the fire for some sort of assurance that someone else had found it amusing.

The only other dragon present, of course, was Terrador and as Flame looked over at him, he saw a distant look in his baleful eyes. It was evident that the Earth Guardian was paying no real attention to the conversation in front of him which was unlike him. He was normally quiet during the discussions, as he had been tonight, but he would always follow the conversation and listen to what everyone had to say; his head following whoever was speaking and his eyes showing the attentive gaze of interest, however tonight, he simply stared into the base of the fire; adrift upon the tempest of his own thoughts, clearly miles away from the current conversation.

Cyril and Volteer, still caught up in their brooding and grumbling, hadn't noticed Terrador's demeanor but it was clear that Ignitus had. Even he, Terrador's closest friend, could not read what lay behind those glazed eyes but something other than the group's conversation definitely held his attention.

The large Earth dragon rose from his spot and excused himself from the hall with a brief mention that he was tired and was going to bed early that night but Flame felt Ignitus tense around him ever so slightly. The older fire drake let out a quiet hum of concern before going briefly quiet, clearly deep in thought himself. Flame wondered whether Ignitus knew the source of Terrador's concern and whether he would divulge the information onto his younger student. Ignitus however simply gave the top of Flame's head a small nuzzle and lowered his lips down next to his ear.

"Go and see if Terrador is alright. Something seems to be on his mind. He always bathes before he sleeps so you won't wake him. I'm sure he would appreciate the company and perhaps a chance to 'relax' as well." He whispered suggestively in Flame's ear, causing the younger male to blush a little under those ruby scales. His legs however were already trying to stand up so that he could follow after the Earth Guardian. With a small chuckle, Ignitus shifted himself and let his slutty student escape to scurry after Terrador without so much as a 'goodnight' to the two still-moping Guardians. Ignitus watched his student's rump as he hurried out of the hall and up towards Terrador's chambers until the smaller dragon slipped inside the room and that delectable rear was gone from sight. With a more exhausted expression and a slight longing for his own chance to be alone to 'relax' he turned his attention back to the two 'children' he was left to watch.

"So then Cyril, how was your day?"

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Flame slipped inside the confines of Terrador's chambers, a place he had been a number of times before, and locked the door behind him. It had a very basic level of decoration; very little of sentiment was on display although Flame had always suspected there were many such things hidden somewhere. He might have been their tough Earth dragon but Terrador wasn't made of stone. Everything that Terrador kept in his room had a purpose; a bed, a few different chests (some locked and some not), a bookcase, and every single item was built ruggedly. Unlike some of the more lavish and yet seemingly more fragile decor of Cyril's room, Terrador's furniture looked as though it would withstand a strike from even the Earth dragon himself. It was all made from thick, dark wood and Flame suspected it wasn't ordinary, unenchanted wood either.

He had not come to admire Terrador's room however. He was far more interested in the drake himself.

On the other side of Terrador's chambers was a second door like all of the Guardian's bedrooms had. Through it, Flame knew was their own personal bathing rooms. They had briefly covered about the bathing rooms of the entire Temple once in a history class but the young fire drake had had little interest and now could not recall exactly how they worked. All he remembered was that the water was slowly drained and simultaneously replaced so that a clean supply was constantly maintained. He also knew that they were heated by some sort of old magic but his attention had not held long enough in class for him to listen to how.

Without any thought that he could be invading the older drake's privacy, Flame padded merrily into the bathing room. His mind was already full of lusty thoughts that made his tail flick from side to side excitably. As he stepped through the doorway, he was immediately struck by the moist warmth in the air that made the fire dragon croon with satisfaction. Through the slight mist ahead of him, Flame could see the Earth Guardian that he so hungrily sought after leaning back against the edges of the pool.

The green scaled male had reclined in the shallows of his pool, exposing his belly to the ceiling and enjoying the sensation of hot water untying the knots that had gathered in his muscles over the course of the day. It had been a stressful one. Dealing with Spyro had left him concerned all day and it had brewed within his mind ever since they had last spoken a few hours ago, manifesting in a tightened stomach and muscle ache that had had him so keen to get away from the other Guardians. Now he was alone, he could at least attempt to recover even if Spyro's apparent problem still weighed on his thoughts. With his horns hooking on the rocky edge of the pool, he could relax himself entirely and just slump into the water with his eyes closed, maybe even nap, without the risk of his head slipping under the water. That is, he thought he could relax but the gentle clatter of sharp little claws striking the hard floor at his bathroom entrance told him he was not alone yet.

Lazily, he opened his tired eyes to confront the intruder, but found himself looking up at a familiar yellow chest passing over his head. Half of Flame's weight came down on his strong chest, barely shifting the Guardian at all when it did, and shortly after that the second half came down too as Flame nonchalantly stepped over Terrador's muzzle and shimmied down his torso towards his prize. The Earth dragon opened his mouth to say something about climbing over his elders or invading privacy but decided that there was no point in saying anything. He knew where Flame was headed and why he was here and it was definitely a treat he could use right now.

The shallow edges of the bathing pools had a slight slope on them so Terrador twisted his lower body in the water until his hips shifted into shallower water and his crotch broke the surface. With those two rotund balls and his somewhat swollen sheath now out in the open, Flame could set to work. Reaching out with one of his forepaws, he started to rub in long elliptical strokes over Terrador's plumped cocksleeve without a single word to the dragon he was now groping. As the 'beast' within started to stir, he could feel the easily-defined bulge shift and slowly slide upwards towards its only escape and, rather conveniently, straight towards where Flame was sitting. A soft smile spread across Flame's muzzle as the tan underside of that tough dragon became tainted with the at-first short, but then increasingly large, piece of pink flesh as it was coaxed free. His stroking forepaw moved to gently trace along the length of its underside until it reached its full size.

Behind where the fire dragon had now sat, Terrador had once again closed his eyes and was simply enjoying the gentle teasing of the smaller male who had now lifted his cock off of his stomach and had begun to press it to his lips. The hot water still rippled around his sides and back, aiding Flame's attempts to make the stressed Guardian feel better but there was no doubt that Terrador's muzzle-happy student was the favoured of the two points of relaxation.

The water had removed most, if not all, of Terrador's natural flavour and musk but there was still a great deal of satisfaction for Flame in dragging his tongue around the heated flesh in his paws and, even when he took the first few inches into his mouth, he felt no dissatisfaction at the lack of male taste. He might have loved the taste and smell of the Guardians' crotches but he also loved the intimacy of tightening his lips around another male and working his head back and forth to try and milk the salty taste of dragon seed out of them. It was exciting to feel them shift and twitch underneath him or even on top of him as he tested their ability to retain their composure with his tongue. There was even something about giving pleasure without receiving any stimulation of his own that made him feel even warmer inside, as though he was being charitable or doing someone a favour. But he couldn't say that he took no pleasure from it. It was quite the contrary. Flame loved to suck cock.

His perked ears picked up the occasional grunt behind him and he decided to return the call of satisfaction with a loud and over exaggerated purr of his own. He even went so far as to extend his tail and wrap it halfway around Terrador's neck in a sensual embrace, feeling the dull vibrations of previously inaudible growls when he did. With all signs pointing towards a very pleased Guardian, Flame made sure to keep up his generous work. His head eased lower until he reached a stage where he would slow himself down and just nudge the back of his throat with the gently-dribbling tip of Terrador's cock. He had taken shafts in his throat before, hell, he had even taken Terrador's in his throat before but that didn't mean the Earth dragon was 'small' by any measure and it took a few tries before he felt entirely ready to push lower.

His tight ring was encouraged to open and slide over the smooth, curved shape of that spaded cocktip until it finally popped back just behind those flared glans. Even the usually-restrained Terrador instinctively gave a small thrust with his hips, forcing in another inch or two past his student's throat opening and then drawing them back out again once he had regained control of his body. Flame managed to refrain from gagging but only just and he took a brief pause running his tongue around the girth in his mouth before he took up thrusting his neck over Terrador's meat again, though this time at his own speed.

Inside his mind, he was longing to reach those balls down at the base of the Guardian's member but he knew he was likely a little too inexperienced for such a feat just yet, perhaps a little too small as well but it didn't stop him from dreaming of being able to feel that entire length throbbing inside his small throat. Still, he got plenty of reward without it as a few warm globs of pre reminded him as they were dumped into his neck. He could feel them rise up through that cock, bulge past his lips and the tight ring of his throat before being deposited halfway down into his stomach. Each one brought an excited shiver as they oozed into his throat. Equally they brought a small twitch from Terrador's hind leg that unsettled the water for a few moments but he was careful enough to not risk tipping his cocksucker into the pool.

For a young, small dragon who had only really been experimenting with males for a few weeks, Flame really was quite talented with his mouth. Terrador curled his toes as he felt that throat sliding a lot further down his member than he would have expected. Every time he started to drop his head again, Flame would tighten his slick lips to tug the flesh around his sensitive head taut and then stroke along it firmly with his tongue in a move that pushed at the boundaries of what he could handle without thrusting back. The rate at which the little dragon learned in the bedroom was far faster than the rate at which he learned in the classroom, Terrador noted.

Flame was having to time his breaths carefully. He found a rhythm that worked for him and Terrador; nice, slow strokes, a good depth down Terrador's impressive length with each one, just enough time to pop the tip out of Flame's throat so that he could get enough breath for the next one. It was really a skill in itself. One red forepaw gripped softly around the base of the shaft to help steady it so that he could line his throat up. It also gave Flame a chance to squeeze it like a cockring to stimulate Terrador even more and to get his cock to swell up a little more.

By now, Terrador had unloaded a few rather copious strings of pre into the hungry drake's belly but the increased rate at which he was feeding them told Flame that the older male was quite close to his peak. Flame didn't change a single thing about his rhythm, electing instead to keep up a steady pace and not rush the older dragon or drag out too long. Terrador needed to cum and Flame guessed he wasn't in the mood to wait to do it. He could feel that hind leg give a small twitch as he scraped his tongue a little more firmly on the upstroke this time. Underneath his rump, Terrador's chest throbbed with a dull growl that Flame knew as a tell-tale sign that he was about to cum. With dragons this large, it was always a good idea to learn when they were about to explode.

Terrador's hind legs stiffened once again and Flame drew back to rest his enlarged tip just behind his lips. His forepaws began to pump along the long member that hung from his muzzle. There was no point in being soft and slow now so he worked to tug that tight flesh back and forth quickly in the hopes of drawing the biggest load that he could.

Terrador didn't let him down.

Even the first jet of the Earth dragon's load bulged his cheeks with how much cum was forced inside. A small spurt even escaped and ran down his chin before he had a chance to swallow the incredible mouthful he'd just been gifted though. If he couldn't even hold a single spurt, how was he going to keep up?! He could feel that slimy pool trickle down his loosened throat when he gulped, leaving small trails on his throat lining as he did and then he could feel it settle with a noticeable warmth and surprising weight in his belly. He had swallowed a lot of cum before but it was always breath-taking moment gulping so much at once.

The second shot caught him unaware. He was far too focussed on the pleasure from swallowing the first to even register that he was expecting more than one blast of cum so when it fired against the back of his throat, he half snorted, half coughed the mouthful back out where it made a mess of his chest and Terrador's pink shaft. The young male pulled back from the cock while he coughed up a few irritating strings of cum but it left his face as the only target for the Earth Guardian's seed. Shot after shot struck his muzzle, neck, and chest, until Flame's yellow underbelly was hardly noticeable through the layer. It hung heavy and hot on his scales, forming long arching strings that refused to dislodge from his face until the next spurt added to its weight and caused it to drop wastefully into the water below. By the time Terrador was done, Flame was a complete mess and had pearly white webs hanging from the front of his torso and face.

He let the cock that he still held drop back to Terrador's rapidly rising and falling stomach before gingerly turning to face the reclined male. Although he had one eye held shut to keep a particularly annoying smear of cum from getting in, he had no trouble seeing the bemused smile on Terrador's face as he beheld the cum-drenched student on top of him. A wide grin spread across Flame's face and he made a point of slowly licking his lips and nose clean while Terrador watched. With a slight shift in his position though, the Guardian managed to coax his rather dirty student into climbing down into the shallow water to his side.

"Mm... Lucky we were already in a bathing pool to start with." Terrador chuckled. Flame just smiled and nodded. It seemed a waste to wash away all that cum but it wasn't as though he didn't have access to more if he wanted.

*Watersports warning *

"You mentioned the other night that you're open to trying new things; are you still willing?" Flame's ears perked again at the question and he tilted his head. Terrador had just covered him in his cum. While he believed that he could probably get another load out of the studly green dragon tonight if he wanted, he was surprised to hear Terrador wanted to continue their fun again so soon. He gave a small nod of his head though; having not finished himself yet, he was still raring to continue and was worked up enough to try practically anything.

The older male rolled onto his side so that his semi-hard cock arced in Flame's direction, however, without a verbal response or any indication of what Terrador was up to, the small dragon's cum-dripping muzzle was still looking up at his knowing smile. At least he was until his flank was suddenly hit by a warm flow of what he thought was water. Distracted from Terrador's smile, he turned his head and immediately blushed underneath the thick layer of cum that lay on his cheeks; it definitely wasn't water that splashed against his side, and as the jet became more powerful, that incredibly strong-smelling, golden stream rose up onto his chest and neck. Terrador let out a long sigh of relief.

"Mmm, thank you. I knew you wouldn't mind helping me with this too," the older male rumbled and hiked his higher hind leg up a little to aim the stream to the base of Flame's neck, causing the musky fluid to trickle down his chest and belly but also down over his back too to ensure that he was totally marked in Terrador's piercing scent. One advantage of having a smaller playmate was that there was plenty of piss to soak all of him.

"I-It's so warm..." Flame mumbled and lifted his head up to expose more of his neck. It was incredibly warm, satisfyingly so. It was like being washed with the water that he was sat in but this time it was being fired at his scales with enough force to feel almost therapeutic. The smell itself was strong but not repulsive. It carried the smell of ammonia and a slight tinge of that urine whiff he knew but it wasn't overwhelming like the stale air that would build up in uncleaned bathrooms but instead it smelt much more of Terrador's own musky scent and the fact that he was familiar with that smell and was being bathed in it possessively made the whole situation rather pleasant. It was a little embarrassing for him to have the older and larger male relieving himself onto him (no doubt if it had been Cyril doing it then it would have been very embarrassing) but it felt just as intimate as the blowjob had before; Terrador was marking him, claiming him, making a point that he wanted him and there was no method in which Flame wouldn't enjoy that.

"Don't forget to clean your muzzle too, Flame, and if you're feeling brave, try a taste. It's perfectly safe. Don't worry." The large dragon rumbled and watched closely as Flame gave a small nod and seemed to ready himself before finally closing his eyes and mouth tight and ducking his face into the stream. He could see his little body tense as that hot flow drenched his head and washed away the heavy load of cum that had been hanging there for the last minute or two but once he was clean, he didn't pull straight back out of the way.

Tilting his head, Flame let Terrador's urine strike his lips as he built up the courage to open his jaws. He trusted the Earth Guardian and wanted to show him that. He had enjoyed the golden shower so far so why wouldn't he enjoy this? There was a slight nervousness about the taste though. How bad would it be? Tentatively, his muzzle parted. At first it was hardly visible but Terrador could tell he had done it by the loud echoing sound of his urine frothing up inside his student's mouth. Flame made no attempts to swallow at first, letting the piss build up and flow back out over his chin while he acclimatized to the taste; a pungent, slightly salty flavour that stained his tongue and the inside of his cheeks... but again, not an unpleasant one. He had been expecting a far worse taste than this but he was still sure he'd be tasting it for a while to come.

To his surprise his own cock was aching far worse than it had been before the start of the shower and letting Terrador empty his bladder in his mouth was making it worse a lot quicker than he had anticipated. Maybe he did really like this. His paw gripped his shaft and began to pump it underneath the water, the touch of his own paw causing him to moan through Terrador's piss stream, a sound that was picked up almost immediately by the big male. Flame couldn't help it though; the taboo warmth of that salty liquid in his mouth made it even more invigorating to have it flowing between his teeth and over his tastebuds.

With his orgasm rushing up on him faster than he could believe, Flame finally pushed himself to take the last step. His muzzle was bulging with fresh Guardian pee, he was on the edge of orgasm, and he finally was becoming accepting of the fact that he enjoyed being urinated on. If he didn't swallow now then he never would. He finally he convinced himself to shut his maw and gulp. Terrador watched closely and rumbled with joy as he saw his thin throat ripple and carry it down into his stomach. There was a strong pleasure in knowing that the young dragon had just swallowed his urine, the first urine he had ever drank and it belonged to him and was now resting alongside his cum.

By the time it reached his belly, Flame was cumming. His body tensed up and he closed his eyes tight. He gave a few shudders and a quiet moan as he dumped his load into the surrounding water where it was lost in the golden flow. When his balls had finally stopped emptying themselves, Flame opened his eyes again and noticed that Terrador's stream had faded to a few dribbles and stopped a second or two later.

The larger male rolled over onto his stomach and shifted a little deeper into the steaming water for a proper bath. The water was clearing of its golden tinge and fe white streaks fairly rapidly and would be back to perfectly clean in a matter of minutes so Flame decided to stay where he was for now.

"Did you enjoy that?" Terrador asked, though he was fairly sure that he already knew the answer. Flame gave a small nod and managed a fairly confident smile for someone whose breath smelled of pee for the first time.

"It was... new! I liked it though. We'll have to try it again sometime, you know, just to be sure I definitely like it~" He added cockily. It brought a small snort of amusement from the older male too.

"Anytime, Flame. I'll be sure to tell the others then. We wouldn't want them missing out on the chance to mark you too, though they might even smell it on you before I get to tell them." He replied. Flame blushed a little. He wasn't sure the smell was going to wash out before he went back to the Guardian's hall. Either way, they would all know what he had done by tomorrow evening.