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Amethyst’s Spring Stories 2026

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Premature Passion

Spyro & Cynder

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Oh, Cynder…”

Spyro wasn’t sure what he was doing, both he and Cynder staying in one of the many abandoned rooms at Warfang. Well, the dragon city would be repopulated again when they rebuilt, but, until then, they stayed in some of the less ruined rooms. Cynder had chosen a home built into the wall of the city that looked like it had been left in a hurry – of course, it had. A rug had still been wedged into a corner of the living area, however, and righting the tables and chairs, though they were sized for larger creatures than them, had made the place look homier more quickly.

That wasn’t something, even after the war, Spyro was all that used to, though sharing a bed with Cynder… Well, that was something the purple dragon could very much get used to. He took a breath, quivering and blushing as he clambered up onto it, suddenly feeling as ungainly as a hatchling when faced with her clear, seductive eyes.

Heavens… Did Cynder even know she was giving that look? He didn’t know. He stumbled over his own feet, claws threatening to snag on the soft bedding, though it was a large, low bed suited to them that they’d had dragged into the room. They didn’t really snuggle under the blankets, but there were other blankets in a broken chest at the foot of the bed that they could tuck themselves under if they ever got chilly.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Cynder said, all in a tone that could have been abrasive to someone who didn’t know her as well as Spyro did. “It’s just us – and we want to do this.”

She had the kind of confidence Spyro wished he had, but he was usually only like that, in a way, when he was in the thick of battle. That was not something he wanted to think about when Cynder was coming in close to him, her breath tickling his snout as her beautiful, black lips kissed his cheek. She slid back a little, lips following the line of his jaw to his lips, and they kissed awkwardly, heads tilting together to the same side before they rearranged themselves and tilted their heads in opposite directions.

Cynder’s tongue flicked out prominently against Spyro’s lips, almost demanding entry, even though there were no words to be had at that time. He squirmed, something twisting deep inside him – well, at least, it felt like that. Spyro had no real frame of reference for what was about to happen, grunting in the back of his throat, though Cynder withdrew after letting her tongue brush against his.

“You can get on your back,” she said, extending her wing to the bed. “I have some idea how to do this.”

“Why do you seem experienced?” He almost grumbled, even as he did as she wanted, his light back-spines digging down and into the bed, the soft mattress and the topping sheets. “You… I thought you were like me?”

He didn’t know how to phrase it, purple cheeks searing a shade darker with the heat of his blush. Her black tail flicked with the blade-like tip, affronted, and he wriggled, wishing he had said nothing at all.

“I am a virgin too!” She said, perhaps a little too sharply. “But it doesn’t take Malefor to work out how this is supposed to go.”

Spyro didn’t much agree with that, though Cynder was not about to ask him to understand her. She, of course, was still a little aflutter with nerves, her insides feeling a lot less stable than they usually did. However, she’d led a very different life to Spyro and holding it all in, well… That was natural for her.

Still, she wanted it and so did Spyro, which was why she offered the purple drake a smile as she swung her leg over his face. She sank down, letting her slit brush his nose – well, no, she was not that accurate. It took another squirm to get her genital slit close to his lips, though Spyro seemed to know what to do a little better with that. Maybe it was instinct, in a sense, but Cynder had little time to consider it.

He squirmed under her as he licked her slit, his tongue gently parting it and dipping into her sex. He didn’t know what to call it or even if he should call it anything at all, though was distracted as his own slit parted, allowing his ridged member to push out, complete with the bulge at the base. Spyro blushed hard, his tail snaking back and forth across the bed, but there was really no hiding his arousal as Cynder nosed curiously at his shaft.

“Hm…”

She gave it a tentative, experimental lick, though with an air of boldness that didn’t match up to his shyness. Her lips parted around the slimmer head and he whined into her sex as she sucked the tip into her mouth, experimenting and playing with him. Spyro wished he was as bold as Cynder – ah, but what was he meant to do, and at what time?

“You taste…strange.”

She said it as if she’d been expecting something else, though there was nothing really that could be done about that – at least, not for dragons. The dragoness licked her lips and studied the drake under her, how his hind legs splayed out a little, the strange awkwardness between them. That in itself was not all that unusual, but it had been a long time since they had been so out of sorts with each other. Fighting side by side and living a life together made one know another, she supposed.

Yet her need was great and warmth tingled through her, his tongue dipping into her sex and pulling the appendage back against her velvety inner walls. Her breath hitched in her chest and Cynder felt herself trying to brace with her hind legs, even shifting them slightly apart, like she was taking on some kind of age-old position. That, however, was not what the dragon was looking for at that time, for she was greater than that, stronger than that. Oh, Cynder was very much a dragoness who knew her own mind.

So, that was exactly why she turned around, stepping over Spyro with a smile and a smirk, a flirty flick to her tail. She adored how his eyes followed the curve of her tail, fixing on her hind end, eyes glued to her slit. That was just one more thing she was not all that sure how to convey in words to him, but she hoped Spyro knew her well enough by that time to feel it in her, how she stood a little closer to him, her scales brushing tenderly against his.

“Are you ready?” She asked, a glint in her eyes. “What a first time…”

He blushed, again, and nodded, eyes sharing with admiration and lust for her.

“Yes, yes, I am…”

It was different, being on the bottom, not like what the other dragons had said sex would be like, but he liked it that way. It felt right, right to do things their own way, all as Cynder sank onto his ridged shaft.

Well, the dragoness tried to do that. His cock didn’t seem to want to go up into her as she tried to sit onto his shaft, though Spyro stuttered and stammered, wriggling beneath her and trying to “help” her get into the right position.

“Mmmph, just stay still… Ahh…”

Cynder let out a tiny moan as she ground back on his shaft, feeling it slid against her slit, though the head did not catch in her pussy. Shivering, she took things more slowly, the dragoness in control, and edged herself into position until she could feel the narrower tip of his length prodding at her slit.

Then and only then did she push back and down, managing to slide him into her virgin passage for the very first time. Her breath caught and the drake under her quivered, his lower jaw falling slack, though Cynder kind of wanted to do that too. Bliss leapt through her, something instinctive begging her to move, to feel him thrust and spear into her body, over and over again.

Ah, but that could not be so, not in a position like that. She grunted and trembled, claws digging down into the bed – but something was different with Spyro.

He whined and scrabbled, his front feet clawing at her forelegs, as if he was trying to hold onto her, to ground himself there. Yet the drake was inexperienced and there was only so much he could do with a dragoness’ hot, wet passage wrapped around his length for the very first time.

Her sex rippled lightly around him, though Spyro would only come to know later that she hadn’t meant to do that: it was just something her body did in the heat of the moment. Yet he could not help but tremble under her, like his body would not stop quivering with pent-up, nervous energy.

“Ah – Cynder!”

A rush of heat shot through him and he tried to hold back, like he was squeezing down with muscles he’d never really ever thought about before, perhaps didn’t even know existed. His tail thwapped anxiously against her hind legs, swinging between them, and a rush of feverish need burned through him – all the way down to the head of his cock.

It was too quick, yet he couldn’t help that need shot from him, bliss overcoming the young drake. All the dragon could do was moan and slump back, his body quivering while shot after shot left his shaft, seed pouring up into the dragoness who had only got a couple of inches of his member into her pussy.

Cynder stood above him, wide-eyed. He blinked, her dark form and beautiful snout going in and out of focus, but there was nothing to be done. Even that was enough to send another spike of jolting need into his lower abdomen, his length seeming to twitch inside Cynder, though that didn’t, at least to him, seem like a thing that could happen.

“What the…”

Her lips pressed together and she shifted back, his wet shaft springing from her slit. A few dribbles of semen remained, trickling back down Spyro’s own length and dripping to his abdomen, though the dragon barely moved. She eyed him dispassionately, though the dragoness, to be fair, didn’t quite yet understand what had happened either.

“Ah… That was amazing…”

He slumped to the side, but scrabbled up as Cynder stepped away from him, eyeing Spyro critically.

“That was very quick,” she said, complaining a little, though even she was not all that sure what to expect from her first time. “I think there should be more to it than that.”

“I… Uh…” Spyro squirmed onto his stomach and blushed, looking up at her. “That was amazing, I’m sorry, it just felt too good!”

Cynder sighed, sitting on her haunches and curling her tail around her feet. She gave Spyro a look that could have shrunk a smaller dragon, though Spyro held fast, despite the heat prickling across his scales, searing across his cheeks and down his neck. His shaft was trapped between his stomach and the bed, still wet and half-hard.

“You can go again,” Cynder said decisively, though there was a quirk to her lips that offered a softer nuance than was heard in her words alone. “Your tongue… That felt nice. Do it again.”

He smiled a little, though that was not enough to stop his insides from churning in embarrassment for coming to his climax so quickly, barely having got his shaft inside her at all. Maybe things would be different in a different position? There was no way to tell, but he squirmed as Cynder rocked back towards him, offering her slit to him as his own musk washed back over the drake and he inhaled her scent deeply.

It might have been a little premature, but making sure Cynder felt good too would surely ease his embarrassment over the whole thing…

A dragon could only try.