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A steady breeze wove its way through a dense forest, causing the world within to rustle gently. The sky was dark and the stars could be seen clearly through the canopy. In its path was a small clearing with a fire crackling at its center, where two dragons had chosen to stay for the night. The purple dragon of legend cringed as the breeze coiled about his body, and chilled his scales. Spyro inched closer to the fire, hoping to drive back the cold. A few feet to his right sat his lifelong friend, already as close to the flames as he could get. Flame shuffled his wings and stretched out his neck. His muscles felt sore from spending so long hunkering beside the fire.

Both dragons sat in silence, allowing the popping of the fire to be the only thing heard in the clearing. They shared an unspoken agreement not to bother the other. Not that either of them really wanted to talk about why it was they were out here instead of home. This was the time of year when all of the females went into heat and were fertile for bearing eggs. Every dragoness in the realm would be yearning for some male to come and relieve them of their primal desires engrained so deeply in their blood. That included the two dragonesses who were Spyro and Flame's mates, and unless either of them planned on having children they had to keep themselves far away from the lusty females. So they resigned themselves to four miserable days of seclusion, far away from any village where someone could seek their affections.

Not that the distance did any good to quell their own instincts, however. Their bodies were fully aware of what this time of year meant. Their blood boiled and their senses enhanced. On the breeze, their hyperactive sense of smell could pick up the slight scents and flavors of the females' desires. Their minds felt like a thick haze was drowning out all thought and was simply giving one command: To find a female, to mate, to spread their bloodline.

Spyro shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Nothing seemed to break the spell, though. He would try thinking of something else, just to return to the same point he had started at. It was like an annoying itch that he couldn't quite scratch. Tired, frustrated, and if not a little horny, he finally lay down to just try and sleep.

Flame glanced at the purple dragon as he suddenly plopped to the ground, curling into a tight ball and closing his eyes. He didn't understand how Spyro could even try to sleep. His body felt like he was going to burst from all the pent up energy of the mating season. He felt like he need to run, or fly, or anything to relieve his tension. Flame wouldn't dare leave their campsite, though, and risk running into a wandering female. That's all he wanted, however. To be off somewhere wrapped up with a dragoness, indulging the desires his body was currently screaming into his head. Not just any female, though. A certain beautiful, sleek, thin, pink dragoness that he figured at that moment, would give anything to have him claim her as his mate. He could see Ember lying on her back beckoning him closer, her tail swaying back and forth with anticipation. The scent of her arousal intoxicating, and making his head swim. He's standing over her now, enjoying the feel of her soft belly scales against his chest. His body temperature starts to increase as he leans in closer to her body, purposefully dragging himself up and over her. She groans as he teases her, wanting him too badly to care for foreplay. Flame smiles, ready to give her what she wants.

"Umm... Flame?"

Flame's fantasy shattered as he suddenly remembered that he was still in the forest. Then, he realized that it had been Spyro who said his name and he glanced over at the purple dragon. His friend was looking at him with an awkward stare. "What?" Flame asked, trying to play off that he hadn't been fantasizing. Spyro continued to stare at him for a moment, before his eyes flicked downward. Flame dropped his gaze to see what was wrong. His eyes went wide as he realized that his cock had long since abandoned its hiding place and now stood proudly between his thighs. Flame quickly closed his legs and swiveled slightly to hide himself from Spyro's view. "Sorry," he said, avoiding making eye contact with his friend.

Spyro nodded slowly, accepting the apology. "It's okay."

Again the two dragons were left sitting in silence. For one of them, however, the situation had gotten a whole lot worse. Flame looked down between his front legs at the sight of his pink dragonhood bobbing up and down with the beat of his heart. The flesh was pulsating, making him grow painfully hard and the soft again. He did his best to suppress the whimper building in his throat, but with every throb it threatened to escape. Flame grumbled to himself, cursing the over sensitive pole for causing him so much trouble.

You're never satisfied. he thought angrily down at his pride. Flame continued to watch his member bounce up and down, almost hypnotizingly. As his urges flooded his mind and he wanted nothing more than to relieve his tension, he began to wonder if how he felt now, watching the sway of his cock, was how Ember felt when she looked upon the lengthy spire. He could see the expression on her face, wanting nothing more than to be skewered on his breeding pole. At that, Flame's thoughts switched tracks. He had never thought about it before, being too wrapped up in the heat of the moment, but now with no female nearby to quench his appetite and the blood pounding through his hormone induced mind, he wondered what it felt like to be a female. What it would be like to have a prick jammed up inside of you, rather than being inside another. To be pinned underneath a large male as he rutted your brains out with his...

Flame violently shook his head, trying to break free from the spell his swollen length was quickly weaving into his thoughts. What is the matter with me? he thought. Had he really just been imagining himself underneath another male? Flame smiled to himself. Yeah, that'll be the day. He mused confidently to himself, but no matter how strongly he wanted to deny it, the seed had been planted, and his pride still raged between his thighs, demanding release. The arrogant confidence began to fade as once again his eyes drifted downward to meet the glare of his dragonhood, and then ever so hesitantly traced their way over to the purple male still lying uncomfortably flat to his side. Flame swallowed hard.

Spyro was lying unnaturally still, trying as hard as he could to find sleep. Flame watched him for what seemed like eternity as somewhere deep inside of him a battle of his wills was waging like never before. His mind was battering against the inside of his skull, reason telling him that he was crazy and that it would never work, while his instincts were wielding quite a different weapon, singing quiet songs of relief from his predicament. He squirmed where he sat, grinding his teeth as his mind swam back and forth through the sea of information floundering around inside his head. With time, though, the scent in the air grew more potent, his arousal grew stronger, and slowly but surely, one side of the fight grew quieter and quieter until...

"H-hey Spyro," Flame said, barely managing to squeak out the meager statement.

Spyro shifted and opened his eyes, staring over at his friend. "What?" His response was blunt and dry.

Flame took a moment before he responded. "I was just w-wondering if I could ask you something?" he said, struggling to form the right words. "It's a bit of an odd question, which you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Flame cringed. He hadn't even asked Spyro yet and he was already backpedaling.

Spyro raised head, curiously gazing at the red dragon. "What is it, Flame?" he asked, a little concerned.

Flame steeled his nerves and let the question pour from his mouth like vinegar. "I was just thinking. Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a female?" Spyro was staring at him, lost for the point he was trying to make. "During m-mating, I mean."

Spyro's composure instantly changed. He cleared his throat a little and turned his head away awkwardly. "Uhh... wow," he muttered, "That is an odd question." There was a rigid silence as he took a few moments to answer. "Yeah, I guess now that you bring it up, that would be interesting." Spyro glanced back over at his friend apprehensively. "I had never really thought about it before."

Flame chuckled nervously, "Yeah, me neither." He flashed the purple dragon a smile, but it felt out of place. They returned to the awkward silence that had suffused the air before, but now there was an obvious elephant in the room. Flame could see from the expression that now hung on Spyro's face that he was beginning to wonder the same thing he had been earlier. What it would be like to be a willing female, taking a generous plowing from a hefty male. Maybe not quite so vividly, but it was there. Flame's instincts urged him to push onward.

"S-so..." Flame almost choked as his friend looked over at him. "What do you think it would feel like?" He could tell from Spyro's reaction, he didn't want to answer the question, but Flame stared at him, determined to see it through.

Spyro rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously. "I-I don't know..." he stuttered, "I've never really thought about trying anything like that before."

"Would you like too?" Flame's paw smacked his jaw shut, not able to believe how quickly the question had flown from his mouth.

Spyro's mind grinded to a halt as his brain tried to process what his friend had just said. He shook his head a few times, attempting to get the cogs spinning again. "Flame, you're not..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. The red dragon stared at him, not sure how he could say anything to make the moment worse. Spyro sputtered. "Flame, you and I... we're both..."

The red dragon was at a loss for words, but somewhere in the back of his mind, his instincts formed them for him. "We're both males, so it's not like there isn't an option to find out." He couldn't believe he was still pushing the subject, but then again, he wasn't exactly attempting to stop himself either.

Spyro was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that his friend was seriously proposing they mate with one another. Sure he was curious, but never had even dreamed of actually pursuing the idea. "You're kidding right?" the purple dragon blurted, "Flame, we both have mates and not only that, but we're friends."

Flame's rational side reared its head for a brief moment, only to be drowned out again by his urges. "I know. That's the only reason I would even ask." He tried playing the pity card.

Spyro snorted and shook his head, laying back down. "There's no way," he said, "Our mates would kill us." Spyro closed his eyes, hoping to end the conversation.

Flame's mind panicked as he realized he was losing the argument. His thoughts switched tactics and he tried to make one more desperate attempt. "Look, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm having a hard enough time just trying to remain sane with this" - he swiveled to reveal his member still dangling at full attention - "driving me crazy. How long do you think either of us is going to last before our urges drive us to do something we regret? We are stuck out here for three more days, where any number of females could stumble upon us while we're not thinking clearly. At least this way, Cynder and Ember would know that we hadn't been with another female. I'm barely hanging on by a thread as it is, and I know the only reason that you're laying like that is because you're not far behind me." Flame's speech ended with a heavy breath and he glared down at the purple dragon.

It was a long time before there was any reaction from Spyro. His eyes slowly opened and stared into the campfire, watching the tumultuous flames that matched the feeling in his gut. He shifted uncomfortably as the thick spire between his legs throbbed from where it was trapped underneath his belly. Flame was right. Spyro had no idea that if another female came along if he would be able to hold himself back. His blood was already at a boiling point and he had a hard time thinking as it was. Hell, he was considering mating with his lifelong friend, another male dragon. His eyes flicked to his right, making direct contact with the pink length jutting from between the red dragon's thighs. As much as he knew that he didn't go for other male dragons, in his current state of mind, something was drawing him toward it.

"Well?" Flame asked, nervously, knowing that this was the tipping point.

Spyro gazed up at him and then closed his eyes, his brow scrunching in concentration. Flame's heart sank as he thought that his attempts had failed, but then the purple dragon spoke.

"No one ever hears about this," Spyro said, barely louder than a whisper.

"W-what?" Flame asked, not sure what he heard.

Spyro sighed and sat up. "If we do this, no one EVER finds out about it."

Flame almost leapt with excitement, but kept his composure so as not to make the purple dragon change his mind. "What about Cynder and..."

"That goes without saying," Spyro interrupted him, "I doubt we could hide it from them if we wanted to, but if I hear a word about this from anyone else..." Spyro didn't finish the sentence, glaring darkly at the red dragon.

Flame gulped and slowly nodded, not wanting anyone to find out about what he was about to do with his friend either. "I promise no one will ever hear a word from me." His heart rate began to increase as he became more excited. Spyro nodded and went back to staring into the fire.

Despite both of them agreeing to continue, neither of them knew what to do next. The air was thick as no one made a move, unsure how this was going to happen. Flame twitched where he sat, his instincts overpowering, knowing that beside him was the answer to all of his problems. He couldn't take it for much longer before he had to say something.

"So..."

Spyro didn't say anything at first, understanding his friends hesitation. This was completely new territory for both of them. He had never had to initiate sex with another male before, and especially one that he considered his friend. Spyro swallowed and finally broke the stalemate, deciding being blunt was the best option.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked. His throat felt dry from how hard he was breathing.

Flame turned away embarrassed. He wasn't sure how to answer the question. "W-would you mind if I went first? I'm not sure how much longer I can stand it."

Spyro glanced over at his friend, noticing how rapidly his cock was bobbing between his legs. He knew that Flame was at a worse point than himself, considering he had been the one to bring up this whole idea in the first place. "Sure," Spyro said, slowly rising onto his feet and letting his own member hang in the open air.

Flame watched as he stood, taking note of the black length dangling beneath the purple dragon. His eyes widened a bit from how well-endowed his friend was. Flame was by no means a small 'dragon,' but Spyro was huge. There was a small spark of jealousy in his mind, but he wasn't about to let that get in the way. He stood as well, but anchored his feet in place.

Spyro felt his legs tremble as Flame stood along with him, knowing what was in store. He almost stopped, but the idea of his own release was ample enough reason to make him want to continue. He slowly turned his back to the red dragon, his tail hanging low to cover himself from Flame's searching gaze. With a deep breath and much more than a little bit of strain on his body, he slowly raised the long appendage up and over his back.

Flame's heart skipped a beat as the purple dragon offered himself to him. He froze as he gazed upon his friend in a way that not in a million years did he think he ever would. It wasn't much different than when he looked upon Ember. Spyro was much blockier and thicker than a female, but had the same raw beauty about him that, in his current state of mind, made him weak in the knees. The only thing that really caught his attention, though, was instead of a slit between his thighs, hung Spyro's impressive length underneath two large orbs beneath his scales.

"If you don't do something, I'm going to change my mind." Spyro said, uncomfortable with how Flame was staring at his upraised ass.

Flame shook his head and stepped forward. "Sorry, I just wasn't prepared for..." He let the sentence trail off, not sure what he was trying to say.

"Yeah, well, neither was I." Spyro said, "Just hurry up and get it over with." He wasn't keen on dragging this out longer than it needed to be.

Flame nodded and approached his friend's rear, unsure of himself, but at the same time eager to begin. Once he was close enough, Flame slowly reared onto his hind legs, placing his paws carefully on Spyro's hips. The purple dragon glanced back, second guessing what they were doing as he felt Flame's weight drop onto his rear end. The red dragon's heart raced with excitement as he mounted his friend from behind, the act of something so taboo sparking some hidden desire in his mind. He sidled up closer to his rear, grasping at the purple dragon's hips with his claws. Spyro grit his teeth as the red dragon's torso curled in closer to his tail, pushing it farther out of the way. He began to feel a strong heat emanating from between Flame's thighs burning against his backside. For a moment he thought that maybe flame wouldn't be able to go through with it, but the thought was dashed to pieces as he felt something hard press right underneath his tail.

Flame managed to keep himself under control as his body screamed for release, his cock tip resting firmly against the purple dragon's tail hole. He could feel Spyro's powerful muscles clenching already at the prodding of his length against his rear. With a shaky breath he asked, "Are you ready?"

Spyro's response didn't come quickly. There were definitely doubts running through his head about letting another male dominate him this way. Part of him clasped to the idea that he could still turn back, but somehow, being underneath Flame had excited some primal part of him even more and he slowly nodded. His stomach tightened with anticipation. Flame's heart leapt as he received the 'go ahead' from Spyro. With as much care as he could, he slowly began to press his spire into the purple dragon.

Spyro growled as he felt the tapered head of Flame's dick trying to squeeze its way inside of him. It felt slick from his pre barely leaking from its head. Spyro's claws dug into the ground as his muscles clenched tightly, attempting to deny the thick intruder entrance. Flame was in no better condition. His teeth ground together as he pressed harder into Spyro's ass, his length bowing as it failed to push past the tight barrier. Leaning his hips in more, Flame tried to force his way into his friend's rear, his legs trembling with the effort he was applying. Finally, with an audible 'schlick,' his dick slid its way inside of the purple dragon's hole.

Spyro squirmed at the feeling of the warm spire spreading him open. It was unlike anything that he had felt before. His hind end tingled at the sensation of being filled up, instead of being the one doing the filling. His muscles clenched and relaxed around the pliable flesh inside of him, making every ridge stand out in defined detail. Flame was in heaven. Every clench and tremble of the dragon beneath him radiated up his spine. Inside of Spyro was tight and fit perfectly around his dragonhood. Without even noticing, his hips began to bend forward, sliding more of his rod deeper into Spyro's depths.

The whites of Spyro's eyes flashed as his friend began to skewer more of his length under his tail. His nostrils flared as his breath came in heavy waves, trying to keep his body under control. The sensation of being filled grew more and more as his tail hole was stretched to accommodate the growing amount of dragon cock pushing into his bowels. Just as he began to feel a twinge of pain from his backside, he felt Flame's groin press firmly against his rear, meaning the red dragon had no more to give.

Flame was almost drooling as he felt Spyro's warm insides massage the length of his member. The powerful muscles milked at him like nothing he could have imagined. Not even Ember had the same kind of raw power that was currently clamped around his breeding pole. He glanced down at his friend; whose eyes were screwed shut and his mouth open in a silent groan. Flame smiled and slowly began to gyrate his hips, sliding only a small portion of his cock in and out of the purple dragon's rear.

Spyro gasped and grit his teeth as he felt the thick cock buried in his ass began to piston ever so slightly inside of him. "Flame..." he hissed through his teeth as he was caught off guard by the red dragon's initiative. His friend only moaned as his hips slapped gently against his rear, enjoying the gentle fucking that he was giving to the submissive dragon beneath him. Spyro grunted as each clap of their thighs caused small spikes in pain from being stretched repeatedly, but found he couldn't gather the will to try and stop him. Flame had him under total control.

With a snarl, Flame began to increase his pace, now using more of his spire to dig into the purple dragon. He also began to roll his hips upward to grind the head of his prick harder into the now pre soaked walls of Spyro's tunnel. Spyro moaned as the feeling of being driven into melted from pain to pleasure. Flame's dick was now jamming itself deep inside of him with ease, making his hips rock from each thrust so that his own cock was swaying wildly underneath him. His legs felt weak, so much so that he spread his hind legs to try and alleviate some of the burden of holding up the dragon pounding him. The moment he did, though, Flame's forelegs hooked around his hips.

Flame dug his claws deep into the soil as his hind end became a blur. He thrust his entire length in and out of Spyro with a tremendous amount of force, making the area around them echo with the wet sounds of sex. Spyro roared as he was forcibly rutted by the red dragon, panting as his mind was flooded with ecstasy. He had never imagined that mating with another male could have been so enjoyable, but as Flame hammered harder into his ass, all he could do was groan. Until he began to feel a large orb pounding at the entrance of his tail hole.

Spyro had forgotten about Flame's knot up until that point. As much as he was enjoying being bred by the dragon above him, he had no intention of being tied with him. "F-flame..." he stammered, "d-don't knot..." He didn't get a response from the red dragon, feeling the large ball bashing underneath his tail. "Flame!" he said louder. Whether or not the dragon heard him, all he could do was take the merciless pounding his friend was giving him until suddenly the large orb jammed up snug against his hole and the red dragon roared. Spyro had little time to react as he suddenly felt the thick pole throb powerfully and a warm liquid flood into his ass.

Spyro yelped as his tail hole was stretched by the knot squashed against his rear, but glad that it hadn't been forced inside. He squirmed as Flame held him tight to his groin, depositing his cum deep inside of him. The viscous seed was pumped into his bowels in large ropes that clung to the walls of his tunnel in thick globs. It didn't take long for the cumming dragon to fill him up to the brim, leaking out past the large orb and splattering to the ground. Flame finally relaxed a little and panted above the purple dragon, trembling as his balls emptied their load into his friend. He collapsed onto Spyro's back and purred.

"That was great." he cooed. Spyro could only groan as he felt the last few spurts of Flame's cock push his seed through the throbbing spire to join what was already filling the space behind his pucker. The red dragon smiled through his hazy afterglow at the male underneath him and rolled his hips so his knot ground up tight against that hole. "You were quite possibly a better lay than Ember," he sneered at his friend, feeling more than a little dominant over the purple dragon with his member still wedged up deep inside of him.

Spyro hissed and glared back at him from over his shoulder. "Very funny, Flame," he growled, but he was still out of breath from the whole situation. "Now get off of me. My legs are starting to hurt from this position." Those pruple hinds were still spread open wide to carry the other dragon's weight.

Flame felt his heart sink a little from disappointment, but he nodded and started to slowly draw himself out of Spyro's rim. The purple dragon had already done him a huge favor, and he wasn't about to try and push him any farther. After several long and rather pleasant seconds, Flame finally felt the head of his prick pop free from his friend's rear, still throbbing at full hardness underneath him.

Spyro let out a gasp of relief, and also a small amount of regret, as sudden;y his ass was left feeling rather empty. Save for the copious amounts of dragon spunk still rolling around inside of his bowels. He took a moment to let his body reacclimate to being free of the thick pole, and then dropped down onto his side so he could stretch out the sore muscles in his legs and tail.

As the purple dragon laid down, Flame gave him a curious glance and took a step forward to look down at him. "A-Aren't you gonna want a turn?" he asked, some small part of him kind of hoping that maybe Spyro had gotten over the idea. From his position on top, it had all felt amazing, but as he looked down at the dragon laying in front of him, Spyro looked like he could have been in a small amount of pain.

Spyro shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and settling into the spot he laid for the evening. "I'll have to try it tomorrow. I feel a little sore, and I'm really tired all of the sudden."

Flame nodded and moved to the opposite side of the fire, laying down himself and closing his eyes. The lingering thought that when tomorrow came it would be his turn to be underneath the purple dragon made him feel a little restless, especially that now some of his tension before was no longer clouding his thoughts. Flame sighed a little. Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to go through with it. He owed his friend that much.