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It was mid-afternoon when the purple dragon departed from the territory of Warfang. The scorching blaze of the sun heated his scales and made the surrounding landscape appear wavy with heat. This year's heatwave made traversing the open fields of the badlands especially difficult. With scarcely any trees for shade, the dragon had to hurry if he was to reach the cave the Guardians had tasked him to investigate.

Apparently, some adventurers, along with a group of moles on a mining expedition, discovered an unexplored delta within the mines they were working in. This new area was infested with terrifying monsters, causing the adventurers to flee in fear for their safety.

To make matters worse, one of the adventurers reported sightings of Dark Crystals. Although the accuracy of this claim was uncertain due to the chaos of the monster attack, the Guardians couldn't afford to take any risks and sent Spyro to handle the situation.

Normally, tasks such as monster extermination would be assigned to the dragon soldiers of Warfang. However, since Spyro and Cynder were the only ones resistant to the corruptive influence of the Dark Crystals, it was up to them to resolve the problem.

As for the purple dragon's black partner…

“I wonder how Cynder is doing…" Spyro muttered as he walked across the dusty, cracked ground under the relentless sun. “I hope she's faring well with the diplomats at the Eastern Summit."

He grinned inwardly, recalling the moment when the black dragoness gasped adorably and tackled a flying eastern dragon diplomat. Because the diplomat resembled a snake, a creature Cynder found cute, she couldn't help but engage in a nonstop petting session.

It was fortunate the diplomat did not press charges of harassment against Cynder. That could have tarnished their reputation and that of Warfang as a whole.

In fact, the male eastern dragon seemed to enjoy the attention, or so Spyro assumed when he noticed the diplomat's red face as he retreated after Cynder reluctantly let him go.

“Still, how does she find those things cute?" Spyro shivered at the thought. His fear of snakes was realized when he was forced to hold a green 20-foot Burn-eyes Python, a relatively harmless snake that Cynder had chosen as her pet for her hatchday.

Not wanting to disappoint her, Spyro tolerated the slithery creature, which had made their living room its home.

But seeing Cynder's happiness made it all worthwhile.

As the dragon continued with his train of thought, the scorching heat of the afternoon sun began to feel nonexistent. His happy thoughts about the dragoness kept his morale high, allowing him to walk briskly under the intense heat.

Finally, Spyro neared the location of the mine. Scanning the landscape around him, he approached a gaping hole on the side of a craggy cliff. Sure enough, the mine was below. He wondered how the moles managed to get their heavy equipment down there without pulleys or a roadway, but he shrugged off the thought, focusing on the task at hand.

With a hop, skip, and a jump, the purple dragon spread his wings and gently glided down into the canyon. The welcoming shadow shielded him from the harsh sunlight, providing relief from the searing temperature.

As he slowly descended, the dragon noticed the greenery that was present within the sides of the canyon that was always protected by the surrounding cliffs and rocks, preventing them from drying up like much of the surrounding badlands.

Spyro admired the colorful landscape beneath him. While plants grew in a limited variety above ground with scarce resources, here in this sheltered valley were a plethora of strange flowers. Some of them glowed in the shadows as they soaked in the sunlight.

The dragon swooped towards a ledge on the canyon side before tucking his wings. With an audible 'stomp,' his paws plopped firmly onto the grassy cliff. After settling into a firm standing position, he approached the gaping entrance of the mine.

A few crates surrounded the entry, along with some used tools and wagons, which seemed to be left in a hurry if the surrounding footprints were to say anything.

The hanging lanterns were still burning, a fortunate testament to his rescue efforts, allowing Spyro to see where he was going without carrying the flammable oil he forgot to bring when he left in a rush.

He stepped into the mine and suddenly felt himself enter a chilling, wet vortex as a brisk breeze enveloped his form, cooling his heated scales. Spyro let out a quiet sigh, taking in the pleasant moisture.

With the surrounding environment seemingly abandoned after the miners were chased out, he walked deeper into the mine. This place was eerily quiet for some place infested with monsters.

Soon the silence became unbearable as Spyro heard his paw-steps echoing across the rock walls. The farther down the passageway he traveled, the quieter those steps became. It was as if the sounds around him were being devoured.

He couldn't even hear any animals scurrying about. Did the adventurers also chase the underground animals away in their escape?

As he pondered this thought, Spyro failed to notice a creeping vine crawling above his head. He kept on walking and the vine matched his every step until a stalactite bumped into his head and distracted the dragon. When he looked up and squinted into the darkness in front of him, he noticed that he failed to realize an abnormality hanging before his vision, one that he could've sworn wasn't there a moment ago.

"It must be an outcropping in the stalactites," Spyro thought to himself as he approached the peculiar black vine hanging like the other stalactites and stalagmites throughout the mine. "How didn't I notice that? I must still be recovering from the sun's heat if I failed to notice a dark lump hanging over my head."

"...did that thing move just now?"

Spyro looked closely at the lump and sure enough, it appeared to shift. Thinking quickly, Spyro created a ball of light between the spikes on his head. He leaped away just in time to see more of the vine descend from the shadows and smack onto the floor like a flimsy snake.

It was here he managed to get a clearer view of this odd creature. As more strands slithered downward, the dragon began to get a clearer look of what this creature was, or at least the size and girth of its tentacle body.

Spyro examined the black limbs that seemed to grow in length until all nine of them became visible. As more appendages unfurled and came into view, he immediately began backing away while preparing his flame breath in the process.

Finally the tentacles were at their maximum length as it twisted around in a jerking fashion before positioning itself before the wary purple dragon like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Ugh. Why does it have to be a slithery monster?" The purple dragon clicked his mouth, annoyed that he had to fight the one kind of monster that resembled snakes which he despised the most.

Without further ado, the purple dragon fired a ball of flames towards the tentacles in hopes to damage the appendages with an explosive burst of light that burned and cauterized anything it touched. Spyro observed the flames incinerate the tips of the tentacles and was about to rejoice that this was a weak monster only capable of moving its appendages when his victory was quenched by an invisible force.

"What?!" The male dragon felt the surge of heat being drawn to the tentacles until a flickering blaze manifested, appearing like blue candlelight encircling the tips of the black appendages.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Sensing danger coming, the dragon immediately leaped to the side, barely dodging a whip-like attack from the tentacles as Spyro fired a plethora of elemental attacks to the tentacles, hoping to find a vulnerability to its elemental absorption.

However, his attacks had little to no effect, either being completely negated or being absorbed by its tentacly body.

Either way, he was in trouble.

He wasn't getting anywhere with fighting against this thing and he was already running out of steam, thanks to his carelessness for failing to recover his energy under the intense heat above.

Physical attacks were out of the question. With how agile the tentacles were and not knowing if that was the main body or not, it would be suicide to fight at melee distance.

"Damnit! As much as it hurt my pride to flee, I guess I have no choice." Turning around, Spyro quickly fled towards the exit and expectedly, he didn't get far as several tentacles blocked his escape.

With more appendages entering his field of vision from above, he was completely boxed in and prevented from escaping as a pair of tentacles quickly coiled around both his forelegs and hind paws.

Despite his draconic strength, Spyro was incapable of escaping this trap, with each appendage that coiled around his body growing hot to the touch.

Then after that, the tentacles began to cool as it drew power from his mana-rich body, feeding on his energy.

Unable to resist, Spyro was defenseless as the appendages easily removed any resistance with their inescapable grip. He was quickly overpowered as he became weakened by mana-exhaustion, much to the purple dragon's chagrin.

"Wretched tentacle monster...!" He cursed in vain as his mouth became stuffed by a coiling, saliva covered appendage slithering past his fanged mouth. He bit down, intending to sever the tentacle, only for him to wince at his error.

The limb was impervious to teeth. The black, smooth surface easily allowed his teeth to glide past the skin of the tentacle like it was oil to water, barely inflicting any damage.

With that attempt thwarted, the male dragon tried in vain to remove the offending member with his paws, ignoring the cold appendages snaking around his limbs, tightening around his muscular limbs and leaving only his wrists and ankles unbound by the vice-like grip.

The tentacles seemed amused by the futile dragon that tried to free himself and only responded by tightening their grip further, forcing him to cease his activities.

Meanwhile, Spyro was dismayed at the monster's tenacity and ingenuity of incapacitating him. Because he was a dragon, one with strong claws, being unable to wield these deadly weapons left the male at a great disadvantage.

Then after Spyro ceased his resistance, the appendages proceeded to wind itself along the purple dragon's body with the two remaining limbs targeting his privates.

The purple dragon was oblivious to the tentacle's plans, and when he became aware of the tentacle's movements, his eyes widened at the horrifying realization.

Without remorse or care, the appendages plunged itself deep into both holes, one entering his anus while the other slid itself into his slit, coaxing his limp dragonhood to harden which then sprouted from his pink fleshy orifice, filling in place of its absence.

The exhaustion was taking a toll to his consciousness. Any second now, Spyro felt his awareness drifting as the tentacle sucked away his mana, preventing the purple dragon to muster up any plans of escape, allowing the tentacles to ravage the purple-scaled dragon at their own pace, unimpeded.

During his brief state of half consciousness, he felt his body being moved someplace else, away from where he previously stood, the darkness taking over his vision as he then blacked out.

---

The tentacle monster, also known as an Eldritch Slither from the age of myth, was an entity created by the Dark Master himself.

With his purpose was to only suck the mana of any dragon opposed to the rulings of his creator, the creature devoid of a master escaped the destruction of the Dark Army and took home amongst the underground delta of a hidden part of the mines.

It was preserving its strength by sucking the life-force of creatures that were foolish enough to enter its lair for hundreds of years.

Because dragons were the tastiest of them all, the monster relished upon this superior energy source as opposed to the tasteless elemental energy absorbed from monsters.

Though, for how long it managed to absorb the various creature's mana, its intellect also seemed to evolve, as well as its physiology.

Once a lone creature with nothing but itself, it was now able to procreate thanks to its evolved body, and now it would do the same procreation process to the captured, unconscious dragon with the most suitable genitalia a dragon could offer.

Though, before the male purple dragon, the creature managed to capture other dragons, including some khajits, and random vermins that were moaning and groaning, being milked dry by their essence, creating a rhythmic, sensual music beyond comprehension as splashes of white fluids circulated throughout the insides of the tentacles.

The snake-like creatures were a sight to behold, with their methods of procreation, it's basically a dream come true for a certain horny dragon that would love to get his claws into.

But as for now, the creature was more than content with the current selection of its meal.

Deeper into the underground abyss, the purple dragon's sleeping form found itself in front of a large hole filled with a wriggling mass of tentacles.

The juvenile slithers wriggled with excitement, sensing a new addition to their food supplies as the dragon was slowly being lowered to the pit.

Once within reach, the tentacles eagerly reached for the male and began exploring every inch of scale on his body.

The appendages started off with the legs and arms, feeling the strong limbs, they moved on to the torso, finding the scales smooth and pleasing to the touch.

Next was the face, the tentacles stroked the smooth, scaly cheeks of the dragon, then caressed his neck, admiring the powerful muscles that lie beneath the surface.

As the tentacles explored every inch of his body, the slithery tendrils reached close to his privates, making Spyro groan in his sleep.

Enough to coax him awake, the dragon opened an eyelid, and what greeted him was a wall of tentacles, each one with their own victim, and were exploring their body.

"Urgh... What the...?"

Still groggy, Spyro tried to make sense of what was happening, a very horny moan reached his ear.

Momentarily ignoring the young Slithers that were exploring his body, the purple dragon saw a female dragon being violated in all of her three holes, her belly bulging with round things that moved unnaturally which he assumed to be a mass of tentacles inside.

He shivered as he noticed a couple of the slithery beings slid down her cunt, landing on the ground with a splat with its fluids flying about before scurrying below the wriggling mass of tentacles below them.

The juvenile tendrils quickly discovered the dragon's anus and dove far within it, causing the dragon's eye to burst out of his head and his breathing to become labored before he could react.

"G-Gah!?"

The intrusion was so sudden that he barely managed to get his words out. He gasped and shuddered in pleasure, the juveniles finding his g-spot with ease.

The tendrils wriggled inside of his anal cavities, the sensations caused the purple dragon's toes to curl and his tongue to loll.

"Oooh, fuck!" He groaned, his tail curling in the air and his cock becoming rock hard.

With a wet squelch, the juveniles began to pump their way deeper, his insides clamping down on the tentacles, desperately trying to hold them from entering further as he could feel the pain being too much.

Still, the young Slithers were sly as well as their older brethren.

With his attention focused on the other tendrils ravaging his anus, the others found themselves attracted to the smell of pre-cum emanating inside the dragon's slit.

Before Spyro could notice, the other tendrils threw themselves inside the thin veil that was protecting his dragonhood from the foreign invaders.

His hips bucked forward in shock, the Slithers seducing his shlong to come out and face the inevitable milking.

"Oh, shit! Oooohhhh... F-fuck!"

Being stuffed to the brim through his tail-hole while being sucked at the same time made his cock rock hard in less than a second, now exposed to the cool air, and so as the hungry young ones that pointed their tips at it.

Spyro shuddered in fear as the tentacles appeared to be hungry.

Though, what he didn't expect was for them to suddenly twist into a needle-like form and immediately insert themselves into his penis' urethra.

"AHHHGGGGGG-GYYAAAAAA!"

The purple dragon cried in pain, feeling something invading his penis for the very first time ever.

The feeling was unusual, but not unwelcoming. It was something strange yet pleasurable to say the least, Spyro thought.

Clenching his muscles to force the intruders out of his penis, the result was exactly the same as when he tried to push the others from his ass.

"Grr... T-That's not where you supposed to... Hnggg!" The dragon winced as he could feel the appendages prodding his urethra and opening it to allow more tentacles inside.

His hardened penis pulsated before more began to enter.

Due to the tentacles expanding Spyro's urethral passage with their wiggling tentacles, the pink meat slowly protrude outward as its flesh expanded.

The growing dragonhood that reached 15 inches made the dragon gasp in awe. His very first unnatural erection, and this time with additional tentacles wriggling made things a lot more erotic than he could ever perceive in his life.

It also helped that he could feel the effects of the tendril's earlier black liquid increased his senses tenfold as the appendages began to draw out the dragon's libido.

Before long, the dragon groaned at the intense feelings of pleasure as the tendrils prodded his anus and penis and left nothing untouched as each time one would tug or brush by a spot that made his heart beat faster.

As Spyro's thoughts were filled with the sensation of being dominated in mind and body, so was his maw that was then occupied by another wriggling tentacle sliding past his maw.

If his hands were not bound like they were earlier, he might've indulged in having two tentacles to slurp and suck.

His tongue unintentionally tasted the gooey liquid coming off of the tendril.

"Hmmmm~"

The dragon let out a pleasured hum, finding his situation to be much more enjoyable than before, allowing the tendrils to further his libido, even more.

He was shocked to find that the tendril probing his dragonhood had contacted a particular pleasure place, causing him to spontaneously release a few drops of sperm.

When the tendrils realized this, they vibrated with joy, having found the ideal location to take advantage of his prostate.

Spyro was taken aback as the sensation intensified. He felt all three tentacles vibrate as they wriggled frantically inside him.

'Hngg... Ancestors, what are they doing now...?' The dragon could barely see anything with the tentacle continuing to feed him horny-inducing liquids through his maw.

As if things couldn't get any more intense, the purple male felt his knot being caressed like how he fondles Cynder's butt whenever they are having steamy dragon love under the sheets during their nights, and then would be followed up with them both growling out each others' names before reaching nirvana in their session of love, not sex.

'...I can feel my cum coming." The dragon thought, 'Cynder... This is all for you.'

The imagination held up quite well. He could practically see himself being restrained in a bed, being gagged while his manhood was being fondled by his beautiful dragoness.

Teasingly having brought him close to climax, only to deny the need of his release as the dragoness continued to slather his cock and the sheets beneath them with their bodily fluids and the stench of sexual need.

Finally, the feeling was irreversible, although Spyro didn't seem to mind because he was craving an orgasm more than anything.

Just like a bursting dam being clogged to prevent any water from escaping, the pressure needed to be relieved and with a single touch, he exploded.

'Gaaaaaaah! Aahhhhhhh!' The dragon climaxed so hard.

The tendrils greedily sucked and caressed Spyro's knot, extracting even more sperm from the dragon as his jizz spilled down like a torrent.

If not for the wriggling tentacles inside the male's urethral organ, which were drawing forth his own virility, this caused the male to spasm as every ounce of his being was poured into the Eldritch Slither's ravenous maws.

Even if it seemed physically impossible for the tendrils to go further, the purple dragon was soon to be proved wrong.

Seconds turned into minutes, and then hours. Something was wrong, he hadn't orgasmed this continuously, not even when he inhaled a litre of viagra when mating with his dragoness partner.

'Hngg... Wah, what is... going on?' His cock continued to pulsate. The tendrils continued to suck his dragonhood relentlessly for his seed.

He winced as the pressure that he's trying to stop failed to do so, releasing even more fluids as if he hadn't orgasmed since last moon.

'I'm coming again?!' This can't be, his mind was at its wits end as his orifice continued to squirt cum, ceasing only for a bit, only to ejaculate more virility from within his balls.

By the ancestors, this was intense. Spyro could practically feel himself becoming lighter in fluids due to losing so much sperm in an endless sucking.

'Ahhh... Stop... No more... Please...' The dragon thought, wishing that this torture would cease.

As if hearing his pleas, the blasted tentacles that were inside his penis were suddenly blocking his urethral passage, making release next to impossible as the dragon whined with every fiber of his being.

'Wahh...?!'

When the need to ejaculate was gone, the dragon let out a disappointed sigh. His cock remained hard and swollen, painfully so, though Spyro couldn't help but love the feeling of having his seed blocked from escape.

It was devious still for the tentacles to deny his release. For whatever reason they chose to block his sperm from ejecting, Spyro couldn't fathom why.

His question was momentarily answered when he could feel something strange going on inside him, more specifically, the inside of his dragonhood.

His body jerked upward, the tentacles servicing all three of his holes seemingly sped up their activity. The purple dragon let out a strangled gurgle, barely containing himself, when the tentacle on his maw and ass violently thrashed inside him, while the tendrils on his penis began sucking the semen inside his balls.

He could feel it. Everything he had to offer, his powers, mana and his seed for dragonmaking was being sucked out by these creatures, like some kind of nourishment.

No, that's exactly what it was.

With how these creatures were tightly bound and being pleasured in an extreme sort of way, it was no doubt that these appendages needed every essence and sperm Spyro had to offer.

Though, the dragon couldn't help but find this concept quite ironic and misuseful.

A random thought about the creatures that came before him were captured for god knows how long. Just how did they manage to live this far without drying out?

He didn't think that far enough though, as the young, virile male that once brimmed with energy was now being stripped of it by a strange eldritch creature.

*suck, suck, suck*

The erotic squelching that was echoing around him was apparent that things would soon come to an end, and with the feeling of near emptiness of his internal balls were any indication, his impotence was rest assured.

Sooner or later, the dragon would be incapable of conceiving any young with a dragoness.

The feeling of his member being emptied was bad enough, but then feeling something being filled with something was entirely different. It was too much for the purple dragon as he reached his peak once again, albeit, a useless climax.

His eyes clenched and his maw unintentionally bit down, the appendage that was intruding it withdrew before being replaced by another.

Before his second dry orgasm wore out, the purple male could feel a sense of fullness, one that he hadn't felt ever in his young life.

'Ooooh, fuuck~!'

The dragon let out a muffled scream, now feeling another intrusion joining the rest of the ones that were torturing his urethra, almost non-existent balls and anus.

From Spyro's gut, he could feel something large traveling upward, traveling towards his penis before it settled inside the place where it once stored his creamy white substance now replaced by the Slither's black own.

More of the creature's black sperm began to fill the dragon's own internal balls, stuffing Spyro's balls even further until he couldn't hold anymore.

Finally after what feels to be an eternity, the wriggling limbs retracted and coiled off the purple dragon with a loud pop as the tentacles retreated from his body, each appendage appearing slick and oozing with black cum.

Falling unconscious and too drained to even move, the male let himself be engulfed by the tentacle writhing mass as all that was on his mind before closing his eyes was the disappointment he brought towards Cynder.

---

A few days later after the enslavement of Spyro, the purple dragon's body had undergone some significant changes.

Gone were the muscular limbs that supported his large frame, instead he was now comparable to a dragon twink, albeit smaller, being only four feet in height and being sexually fit was what the tentacles planned.

The once muscular and majestic male was now turned into a small and fragile dragon, a clear indicator that his captivity was indeed affecting Spyro's growth rate.

If there were ever anything else that wasn't removed during his change, it was his dragonhood that ironically, had doubled in size, and by the looks of it, seemed to be still growing with how much the juvenile Slithers continued to caress his pride.

Being completely bred dry to near death made the Slithers slightly cautious of his reproductive capability. While he was the best breeding tool and the food source currently, they had to be careful with his physical state otherwise all of their plans would've gone to waste if he ever died during their usage.

And even if death was avoidable, there was the slim chance of him escaping, although they made sure that he was sedated and always horny to prevent his mind from coming up with the means of escape.

Unfortunately for the Slithers, while the purple dragon was incapable of freedom, that doesn't mean others couldn't.

Cynder, along with a couple of guards in tow, held her brightly lit torch high in the air as she shone the light unto the tentacle chasm below her.

She couldn't fathom the amount of creatures being restrained against their will, having defiled their bodies in means of nourishment and procreation as the dragoness remembered the Slither that the Dark Master created.

She remembered the times where Malefor would use his pet on her body, to pleasure both themselves when they were in a sexually frustrated manner.

"No... Stop that! He's not your master anymore. Focus!" The dragoness muttered to herself quietly to avoid letting the other guard hear her mumbling.

A lone guard that went to check below flew back up as he stated the findings of his inspection.

"Lady Cynder, Lord Spyro is there, along with a couple of missing personnel from the mining expedition as well as some faces that were deemed missing according to the list of missing people from Warfang." The dragoness nodded to his report, and immediately issued the guards to free the captured creatures, while telling them to be cautious with the Slithers.

One by one, the horny creatures that were weak as cooked chicken bones were carefully extracted, the Slithers that tried to reach for the guards had their armors glow a light blue before the protection spell activated, repelling the Slither's perverted tendrils from touching them.

"Be careful with the tentacle creatures and make sure to prioritize those who are still able to be saved."

Cynder joined in carrying the victims, more specifically finding Spyro who was in a worse state than the others.

"Spyro... Holy ancestors..." When she took care of the tendrils that bound him against the wall, she took note of his malnourished-looking body.

It's like he wasn't the same dragon as he was before he set out to explore this mine.

Her eyes trailed down, and immediately a blush formed in her cheeks. The male dragon's manhood was elongated and thick as her thighs, leaking a black gooey substance that seemed to ooze out of his urethra, signifying that something else had entered the purple dragon's dick.

"...I hope you haven't lost yourself in the process, Spyro."

Carefully carrying his frail body against her own and ignoring the looks that the male dragons were giving the unconscious dragon - perhaps out of jealousy if their eyes were any indication on where they were looking -, the dragoness flew upward and exited the cave alongside the guards carrying those who had a sign of consciousness.

After they made sure to inspect the captives once again if they were anymore missing, Cynder put Spyro in one of the tents where she was currently staying in the event that the rescue mission would take more than a day.

After signaling the guards to give her some privacy, the dragoness turned her attention to the male dragon right before she closed the tent to prevent any sort of interruptions.

"Oh Spyro... What have they done to you?" She carefully nuzzled his skinny neck, occasionally smelling the sex that was emanating from his body as her eyes trailed once more to his engorged, meaty cock that was menacingly hard and pulsating high in the air.

It was almost hypnotic. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted to have a taste at his meat as she audibly gulped the spit that was forming around the back of her mouth.

"Lady Cynder? Nurse Redblood, reporting for duty." A female voice from outside the tent interrupted her daydream.

"Come in, nurse Redblood," Cynder replied.

She couldn't get distracted now, not when there were lives at stake.

With that in mind, the black dragoness allowed the nurse to come inside, hoping that the one taking care of Spyro would carry some professionalism unlike her who almost had the notion of giving the downed male dragon a blowjob.

It could be days, or weeks, but if there would be a time where her purple friend would recover, they would have a long time discussing things regarding their relationship.

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The End.