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The streets were glittered with countless festive decorations as creatures big and small went to-and-fro rushing things to make this year one of the most memorable festivals they ever had. It had been almost a full cycle since Malefor had been defeated and the war over, but now it seemed that things had truly finally returned to a state of normality or at the very least an enjoyable normal.

Much had changed on that fateful day when the dark master almost destroyed the world, and the return of the two legendary dragons was proof that the age of Malefor was coming to an end. To many, the tales of adventure were not often spoken but kept mostly to the personal thoughts.

Though, some dragons tend to harbor such personal thoughts to the extreme where it then turns to an unjustifiable grudge for a past that can never truly be repaired.

In a certain building that was located on the far side of Warfang that had long since abandoned after the war and had yet to be found practical use, a group of dragons were gathering together in secret.

The streets of Warfang shimmered with festive lights, casting a warm glow over the bustling city. Banners fluttered in the wind, and colorful streamers danced between buildings as creatures of all sizes hurried through the streets, each one with a purpose. They were preparing for one of the most anticipated festivals since the fall of Malefor. The war was over, and though scars remained, the city had begun to breathe again, with life returning to a new, joyous normal.

It had been nearly a full cycle since the Dark Master's defeat, but today, the sense of peace felt tangible, as if the very air in Warfang buzzed with hope. The legendary return of Spyro and Cynder had marked the end of Malefor's terror, a new era dawning in their wake. For most, the tales of their heroism were shared in whispers, while others clung to their private thoughts, memories of battles fought, and worlds nearly destroyed.

But in the shadows of the celebration, not everyone embraced this new peace. For some dragons, the past was a wound that had never fully healed—a wound that festered into bitterness, into vengeance. In a dilapidated building on the far outskirts of Warfang, abandoned since the war and forgotten by the city's planners, a secret gathering was taking place.

Here, dragons united under a single, ominous purpose. Their cause was a bitter one—one that would horrify the citizens of Warfang, who now praised Spyro as a hero. To them, he was not a savior, but the catalyst for their loss. The ruin of Malefor's reign had taken much from them, and they were determined to balance the scales.

At the building's entrance, a lone dragon stood watch, his blood-red scales hidden beneath a tattered hood. His sharp green eyes gleamed in the dim light, scanning the street as a group of dragons approached. Silent but purposeful, they moved like shadows, their expressions hard and unreadable.

As they neared, the red dragon muttered quietly, "The night is good for the taking."

The lead dragon, a cyan-scaled figure with a jagged scar across his snout, answered in a low tone, "Take what was taken, give nothing but shame."

The rest of the group echoed the phrase under their breath, a whispered oath that hung in the air like a curse. With a curt nod, the red dragon opened the creaking door, allowing the group to slip inside.

Once within, the atmosphere changed. The outside of the building had been a shell—cracked stone and weathered walls, overgrown with ivy and left to decay. But the interior was a stark contrast. A grand red carpet stretched across the floor, leading them into what was once a lavish banquet hall. Golden sconces lit the space with a soft glow, and long tables were laden with extravagant feasts. Roasted meats, fruits from distant lands, and goblets filled with dark, rich wines covered every surface.

Every dragon that arrived before them had finished eating, though they were not there for the food. No, what they were in was something far more important.

At the far end of the room stood a grand stage, its wooden floor polished and gleaming under the light. A dragon in an aquamarine cloak, his true scales hidden beneath an enchanted fabric, greeted the group. His mask concealed his face entirely, giving him an air of mystery and authority. Without a word, he led the newcomers through the hall, where other dragons—each assigned to specific tasks—waited in preparation.

For months, they had meticulously planned for this night. Their talents had been put to use—whether in magic, combat, or strategy—each dragon had a role to play in the unfolding scheme. It was a well-orchestrated operation, and tonight, all of their efforts would come to fruition.

As they reached the center of the room, the masked dragon turned, his voice a low growl that echoed off the stone walls. "Tonight, we will reclaim what was stolen. Our dignity from that vile dragoness."

The others murmured in agreement, the weight of their mission settled in. The night outside was filled with the sounds of joy and celebration, but within these walls, something far sinister was brewing.

"My brothers, the time has come."

A familiar feeling surged inside him, and he lifted a clenched claw, which began to glow with an eerie light. It pulsated slowly, growing stronger with each heartbeat, until, with a loud crackle, it burst forth. A dozen balls of flame burst from his paw and into the air, swirling above their heads before exploding into dazzling sparks.

He lowered his claws and stepped back, addressing the rest of the gathered dragons. "For us to give our 'warmest' greetings to the so-called Lady Cynder."

The dragon waited for his fellow conspirators to voice their understanding, and continued, a slow rumble of laughter in his throat as he surveyed the crowd and gestured around them.

"This evening we are all met here not only to condemn the day the fiend Malefor made the dragoness Cynder in his very image and likeness, but to begin an assault upon the dragoness we have been, for centuries now, defiled with!"

The room erupted in a chorus of hisses and roars. Even if these dragons held differing thoughts or grudges, one thing that all could agree upon was the way the former terror of the skies made them do with their body in their quest to subjugate and forcefully serve under Malefor's bidding.

“With our preparations complete, the only one left is to bring the 'guest of honor' for our long overdue payback~" He could feel it, the energy radiating from all males across the room. Like him, they too cannot wait for their claws to defile that wretched dragoness and have her serve them for once.

“Now go forth! Let us show who should serve who!"

With a chorused roar, every dragon dispersed across the grand ballroom and ventured onto the streets of Warfang, each carrying a specific task that would help them reach their goal.

---

"Boo!" A group of kids in a variety of costumes—one dressed as a skeleton kirin, another as a giant infernal bat—excitedly held up their half-filled baskets of candy, shaking them to make some noise.

"Ohh! Great scary costumes!" The response came, followed by laughter. A black dragoness, wearing a witch's hat and a dark purple cloak, smiled as she calmed the excited children at her door, then went inside to grab more candy.

"More trick or treaters?" Spyro popped his head from the kitchen, who was busy making sweets for the party they were invited to that was held at Cyril's residence.

"Yup, pretty active out there." Cynder closed the door after handing them a generous amount of candy to gobble on the road.

When the coast was clear and the sound of pattering little feet grew distant, she sighed and relaxed. "I sure hope I don't miss anything, I wanna know what Ember's gonna be wearing!"

Her body swayed as she made her way to the kitchen, eager to catch the scent of whatever delicacies the dragon had prepared while she answered the door.

"Mmm, I must say, I didn't take you for a dragon who knows how to cook," she teased, inhaling the warm, sugary aroma.

The black dragoness nuzzled her mate's neck, earning a soft rumble of appreciation from him.

"Mmm, now now, I've told you a hundred times, those cute displays are distracting," he chuckled, gently wiggling free from her affectionate muzzle and returning to his task—carefully shaping perfectly round cookies.

"Just an hour or so, and we'll be heading to Cyril's. There'll be plenty of snacks to enjoy later."

It took all of Cynder's willpower to pull herself away from her mate's intoxicating scent, but she knew it was best to wait for the right moment to indulge. After all, they always said saving the main course made any meal that much sweeter when the time came.

"What should I bring for appetizers, love? Don't get me wrong, I adore your cooking, but we should contribute something too."

The purple dragon shrugged casually. "Honestly, I'm not sure." They both knew bringing food to Cyril's extravagant parties was usually pointless; the ice dragon tended to go overboard with his lavish decorations and excessive meals.

"Cyril could easily hire a whole team of chefs if he wanted," Spyro added with a grin, flexing his tiny muscles playfully.

The dragoness couldn't help but giggle. She gave him a light slap on the shoulder with her wing.

"Don't exaggerate now. You're not the dragon you used to be."

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she playfully licked the back of his neck before grabbing one of his cookies and happily nibbling on it.

"Well, I don't care if Cyril orders a ten-foot cake. Yours is way better."

"Glad to know I have a fan," the dragon grinned.

For several minutes, Spyro meticulously kneaded and pressed the dough, while Cynder patiently waited at his side. As the evening grew late, more visitors approached their doorway to trick-or-treat. And with each passing moment, the number of treats the duo had given away slowly decreased.

Just as Spyro put the last batch of cookies on a platter, he gave his wife a comforting nuzzle.

"So, what do you think?" He moved to the side and showed her his current batch of cookies that were shaped as miniature versions of the guardians and them.

"I think that batch is the most delicious of them all." Cynder leaned forward and placed a kiss between her mate's horns. "Though, I have to ask, why is there cream under cookie me's tail?~"

She already knew the answer, but that didn't stop her from playing along. Besides, it wasn't a bother anyway. Her tail was swishing slightly behind her.

"Just a reminder that the real one tastes a lot better~"

"Oh, you tease~" She bapped his head playfully with her wings.

With his task done, the two dragons worked together to put everything into place.

In the end, Spyro grabbed his costume, a simple sheet with holes for his eyes, muzzle and horns as Cynder scrutinized his costume.

"Really? That's your costume?" She teased, then pressed her snout into the sheets to smell Spyro. She enjoyed the faint scent of his body.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna assume that you're in heat~" He teased.

"Anyway, let's get moving on. If we want to be fashionably early to Cyril's party, we had better be there when all the other guests have arrived." They carefully slid his cookie masterpiece into their satchel, and together, the two of them set out for the evening's main event.

As they walked through the streets, they couldn't help but marvel at the decorations that had been erected.

Chilling statues of ghoulish dragons stood beneath glowing lanterns. Cobwebs laced every corner, their sticky white threads glistening in the evening light.

And the sky itself shimmered with starbursts, brilliant colors dancing in the darkened heavens above them.

The atmosphere couldn't be more romantic, especially since the two of them were walking side by side with children being accompanied by their parents dressed in adorable costumes while waiting in line to trick or treat.

"Oh! A fire elemental costume." Cynder pointed at a pair of dragons who were dressed identically. Each wore a large, leathery costume—a fierce creature of flame, with horns of white-hot magma and piercing crimson eyes.

"Does that mean Sparx would wear an electric one to be a spark fly?"

"Haha, knowing Sparx, I wouldn't be surprised if he's making an entire suit, even with the wings attached."

When they finally arrived at the Ice Guardian's manor, Spyro gazed in wonder at the spectacular display that awaited them. It was easily the largest gathering he and Cynder had ever attended; not only was the Ice Guardian hosting a gala-sized feast, but it seemed that the entire Warfang government had gathered to participate in the festivities.

Many creatures of all types came. They greeted one another, chatting merrily amongst themselves. But their enthusiasm faded in comparison to that of the gathered moles, who seemed to be enjoying the festivities immensely.

"Spyro! Cynder! So glad you could make it!" A familiar voice rang out from the crowd. It was Cyril, their former mentor and the Guardian of Ice.

"How are my best students doing tonight?" the jovial ice Guardian asked, shaking both of their forepaws with enthusiasm. Without missing a beat, he eagerly led them toward his grand yet welcoming home.

"The best is yet to come!" Cyril's boastful words drew the attention of several onlookers, who couldn't help but admire the two legendary dragons as they arrived.

However, not all stares were friendly. Among the onlookers were a few dragons with malicious intent, their eyes fixed on the black dragoness at Spyro's side.

"We brought some snacks for the occasion," Cynder said, offering a warm smile as she presented a container filled with the treats Spyro had lovingly prepared.

"We figured it couldn't hurt to contribute a little something."

The Ice Guardian eagerly accepted the small tray.

"Your kindness never ceases to amaze me. Come, let's find a spot where everyone can marvel at your creation."

With a welcoming gesture, Cyril waved his claw for the two dragons to follow, then disappeared into the crowd. The throng of bodies made it hard for Spyro to see exactly where their host was leading them. The hall seemed even larger than he remembered—every table was packed, and dragons, along with other creatures, mingled about.

Eventually, Cyril stopped in front of a familiar face.

"Volteer!" he called out.

The dragon before them had bright yellow scales, with purple spiked horns, looking quite eerie in his costume - a crystal lizard, rumored to be a rare species found in the deepest caverns of the mountains of Malefor.

"Cyril, how delightful to see you! These festivities are splendid as always," Volteer said, his voice as lively as ever. He quickly noticed the two legendary dragons beside Cyril.

"Ah, greetings to you, Spyro and Cynder! This truly is the best time of year."

Volteer's eyes landed on Spyro's costume, and he tilted his head curiously.

"And pray tell, what manner of creature are you, lad?"

Spyro blinked, slightly puzzled by the question.

"I'm... a ghost."

Volteer studied the costume with exaggerated thoughtfulness.

"Ah, I see... quite an interesting choice. Though, I must admit, I expected something... different from you. Well, no need for my excitement tonight! If you'll excuse me."

Without waiting for a reply, Volteer waved at Cyril one last time and quickly dashed off to greet others, leaving the three behind.

Cyril sighed lightly but resumed leading Spyro and Cynder toward a table laden with food. As they arrived, Cynder leaned in to cheer Spyro up.

"I think you look cute, by the way."

Spyro's frown softened, and he chuckled.

"Heh. Thanks, Cynder. Maybe I should've put more effort into it."

Cyril, ever the optimist, smiled warmly at them both.

"Come on, don't let the small things get you down." He carefully opened the container and began arranging Spyro's cookies on the table. "Now, feast your eyes on this delightful delicacy! Oh, simply delectable!"

Spyro leaned over to Cynder and whispered,

"Did he really have to put all of them on display?"

Cynder stifled a laugh.

"We wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste, now, would we?"

—

The rest of the evening unfolded smoothly, the party a glittering success. While there were murmurs about the staff being slow with their service, it didn't cause any significant disruption.

The atmosphere remained lively, with laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.

As the moment approached for the ice dragon to give the ceremonial toast, Cynder suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over her, far stronger than she expected.

She swayed slightly, her legs wobbling as if they were about to give way. The room seemed to blur around her, the once-cheerful faces now staring in confusion.

“Ugh... maybe I shouldn't have had so much wine," Cynder muttered, her voice low as a throbbing dizziness hit her. She winced, pressing a paw to her temple as if to steady herself.

The crowd glanced at her, curiosity and concern flashing in their eyes. A few whispers passed through the nobles nearby, but Cynder forced a smile, trying to maintain her composure.

Thankfully, the ice dragon—known for his meticulous planning—had arranged for a spread of food specifically designed to counter the effects of too much alcohol.

The table wasn't far, just a few meters away, but the distance felt daunting as she struggled to walk steadily.

As Cynder moved toward the refreshments, her steps heavy and unbalanced, a group of dragons lurking in the shadows exchanged furtive glances.

Among them were those who harbored old grudges, dragons who had never forgiven Cynder's dark past, despite her redemption. They had been waiting for this exact moment, when she was vulnerable, her defenses down.

Their eyes followed her every movement, and as she neared the table, they saw their opportunity. Silently, they began to move, slipping through the mingling crowd, their intentions hidden behind polite smiles.

Cynder, unaware of the lurking danger, focused only on reaching the table, her dizziness growing worse with each step. Something wasn't right, but she couldn't place it.

Before she could grab a pawful of the healing drinks, Cynder stumbled, colliding with another dragon in her drunken haze. The sudden impact caused the tray of drinks to tip over, spilling the liquid all over the floor.

“Oh no... I'm so sorry, I... urk..." Cynder mumbled, struggling to focus as her mind swam in a dizzy blur. The dragon she bumped into, a large, brown-scaled figure with a deep, grave voice, stared down at her.

“Lord Morganic," he said, introducing himself, his voice carrying a weight that made something stir uneasily in Cynder's memory.

She blinked, trying to gather her thoughts. Morganic? Why does that sound so familiar...? Her head throbbed, and she gave up, groaning as she looked down at the ruined drinks. There went her chance to ease the pounding in her skull.

“No need to apologize," Morganic said, his smile never quite reaching his eyes, which gleamed with something unsettling. “I'm sure you didn't mean to."

Before Cynder could respond, several other dragons appeared, approaching them as if on cue. Lord Morganic greeted them with a casual wave of his paw.

“Would you kindly escort Lady Cynder to the resting quarters?" he said smoothly, his voice oozing false concern. “She seems to have had a bit too much to drink."

Her instincts flared, warning her that something was off, but her clouded mind couldn't piece it together. She blinked sluggishly, swaying slightly as the world spun around her.

“Of course, sire." One of the dragons, a red-and-orange drake wearing a mask, replied with a formal bow.

He stepped closer, offering her a drink with a smile that didn't seem as friendly as it appeared. “Here, miss. Drink this. It'll help you feel better. We'll make sure you get back safely."

Cynder hesitated, her instincts screaming louder now, but the combination of alcohol and exhaustion dulled her senses. She eyed the drink, her body leaning forward, unsure whether to trust the stranger's words.

*Gulp, gulp! *

And with that, her fate was sealed.

Morganic's smile twisted into something dark and sinister as Cynder drained the drink, unaware of the trap closing around her. The concoction worked swiftly, and her already sluggish mind became foggier. The group of dragons, still disguised as servants, moved in swiftly, ushering her away from the lively festivities with practiced ease.

The crowds, wrapped up in their own conversations and merriment, paid little attention. To them, it appeared as nothing more than a few helpful attendants escorting a drunken dragoness to the resting quarters, a simple gesture to prevent any embarrassing accidents.

No one questioned it.

No one noticed the way Cynder's steps faltered or how the servants exchanged knowing glances. The black dragoness, once fierce and powerful, now teetered helplessly between them, her fate hidden beneath the laughter and cheers of the oblivious partygoers.

Not even her mate, Spyro, had noticed her disappearing presence as he was occupied by a couple of male dragons that wanted to meet with the legendary purple dragon that bested the dark master.

---

"Hnngg... A-Are we... there yet?" Cynder slurred, stumbling on her unsteady paws. The world around her blurred and swayed, as if time itself had stretched into an eternity. It felt like hours after they'd started walking, but in reality, only minutes had passed. Her mind was foggy, drowning in confusion as she struggled to make sense of anything beyond the pounding headache and the overwhelming drowsiness that weighed her down.

The sinister drug coursing through her veins was working far too well. Though still conscious, she couldn't focus on her surroundings. Her thoughts slipped away like water through her claws, the once-powerful dragoness now reduced to stumbling steps. Her eyelids grew heavy, her vision swimming in and out of focus. It was all she could do to remain upright, and even that would have been impossible if not for the four dragons guiding her, keeping her from collapsing.

“There will be plenty of rest very soon, milady." One of the dragons purred, his voice dripping with false comfort.

The one wearing the orange mask chuckled under his breath, casting a sly grin toward his companions as they continued their slow, deliberate pace, savoring every step.

'Can't think... what is... wrong with me?' Cynder's mind screamed for clarity, but it was no use.

She could barely feel the paws pulling her along, directing her like a helpless hatchling.

Her world darkened at the edges, shrinking into nothing but the faint sensation of being led, of losing control.

Then, without warning, the last flicker of consciousness faded.

She blacked out.

---

'Finally, that took long enough,' the brown dragon thought with a sneer as his colleagues hoisted the unconscious Cynder and began dragging her through the empty corridors of the grand hall.

No one would find them here, not in this remote wing of the building, and certainly not while Cyril was in the middle of his toast, captivating the crowd with a speech in honor of the celebration.

It was the perfect diversion, a moment they had carefully planned for.

As they moved swiftly through the deserted passage, the brown dragon cast a quick glance around, ensuring no stray eyes had caught a glimpse of their actions. If anyone saw them now, everything would fall apart.

He turned to one of his accomplices, a sleek, shadowy figure lingering nearby. With a subtle gesture, he issued the next order. "Don't waste any more time. Gather everything, we need. We have to move fast, before anyone notices why we're with her."

The other dragon nodded in acknowledgment, leaving Cynder's limp form to his care. His body pulsed with a faint, ethereal glow before he vanished, slipping away to complete his task.

The brown dragon watched him disappear, his mind already racing ahead to the next phase of their plot.

He could feel it, the taste of sweet victory, and every second brought them closer to pulling off their scheme. For now, Cynder was in his claws—helpless, unconscious, and completely unaware of what was about to unfold.

---

Morganic appeared in the building with the unconscious dragoness on his back. The dragons that were on standby saw and immediately assisted their leader.

"Move her to the dungeon. There, we will exact our punishment for her~" The brown dragon stated.

His paws thundered on the carpeted floor as the sound of frantic paws running against marble reverberated throughout the cold stone.

"Holy ancestors. You actually got her." A blue and white dragon by the name of Lazul took Cynder to his back, assisted by other dragons who eyed the sexy dragoness with lust-filled eyes.

The dragoness grunted, feeling the shift of her body against theirs, as their paws glide against her wings, rubbing their claws gently into her body.

Their lustful purrs and hot breaths washed against her ears, but the poor dragoness didn't react, as her body was a useless mess, void of her consciousness as the strong drugs worked her body, keeping her weak as her scent permeated the air.

"Heh, don't get too touchy." Morganic chided, earning a displeased frown from the dragons carrying her. "Wouldn't want to ruin the fun part this night will lead to."

A lewd smirk appeared in their muzzle, their eyes gleamed brightly as they carried her through the long halls. "Gotcha, sir!"

The group continued their route to their goal until finally arriving at a tall door that was basically an impromptu sex dungeon. "This was where we prepared our punishment for the monster." One of them spoke.

Opening the doors, the dragons were greeted by countless sexual toys ranging from ball gags to leather straps and even BDSM tools hanging neatly on the wall for their disposal.

The sound of creaking chains echoed in the room along with the low hum of electrical equipment. The stale smell of cum lingers heavily in the air, no doubt this was one of the places where the males had relieved themselves for the long planning they had for the former terror of the skies.

'Bet they'll be glad we have an unwilling volunteer for their needs~' Morganic thought as the male dragons strapped Cynder in a metallic, crossed-shaped table where it could be adjusted depending on the positions they wanted.

"Where should we start sir?" Lazul asked with an eager voice.

Morganic laughed, circling around the black female as he eyed his unconscious victim with hungry eyes.

"Hm. Where should we begin indeed...?" He leaned down and dragged his tongue, long and sinuous, against the length of Cynder's torso.

His saliva coated her scales in a sheen layer, sticky and slick against her skin, and his breath was hot against her chest.

She squirmed from her unconscious state as the stimulation sent shivering tingles across her flesh.

His lips traced along her neck, lapping at her slender body while his paws explored her curves.

He admired her perfect scales, glossy in the low light, the exquisite softness of her reptilian body, her slender neck that arched to reveal every muscle underneath.

With a dark chuckle, the dragon's teeth pressed against Cynder's sensitive throat, drawing a gasp from her. His sharp canine caught her scales and scraped ever so slightly, threatening to break her at any moment.

'Hmmm~ Now that I'm this close, I must say, you are quite the female~'

His eyes trailed to her nether regions, and with it his pupils dilated at the sight of her exquisite opening that seemed to have an intoxicating scent the closer he leans towards it.

"Summon the rest of the dragons." Morganic commanded, his tone filled with excitement. "Tell them the kidnapping is a success."

With a nod and a salute, Lazul and the other dragons turned and hurried to fetch their fellow accomplices, leaving behind Cynder with the brown dragon carefully listening to the retreating footsteps of his brethren.

When he couldn't hear the noises made by them, the male dragon didn't hesitate in taking advantage of his current situation.

Morganic ran his paw all over her body, touching her in ways one would normally try to avoid should they wish not to incur the dragoness' wrath.

At first, he was a bit cautious, feeling her scales and squeezing them gently in case the dragoness decided to wake up from her slumber.

Though it was highly unlikely due to the potent drink she'd consumed earlier, that doesn't mean he need not exercise caution.

Soon, after seeing nothing came out from the dragoness, Morganic let out a pleased growl, opting forth to befoul the dragoness with his dirty claws and ideas.

"It's amazing... all this effort, all these illicit actions, just to make this happen..." Morganic grunted, his voice thick with desire.

He walked close to the sleeping dragoness' face, studying her expressions for just a moment before using his free paw to caress her check.

Leaning forward, the dragon then parted her smooth muzzle as he forcefully shoved his tongue past her jaws, invading her oral cavern in one swift push.

'Hrrr~ You're mine for now, bitch~' Still locked into his impromptu kiss, the male dragon straddled her in a dominant fashion, grinding his massive girth in between her legs.

Her smooth scales were perfect for his arousal, which made him moan from the amazing sensation, the rough surface of her genitalia lightly scratched his tip whenever he ruts against it.

Even as Cynder slept on, blissfully unaware, her body responded, trembling as if by instinct.

'Hah! It is as I thought. Though still deep in sleep, her body still instinctively knows what is truly happening.'

“Alright, let's not hold back anymore…" Morganic growled as he pressed her further. “Let's get you all slick and ready for the others."

First, the dragon found her breeding hole and speared its tip inwards with one fluid motion.

Though still slightly dry, her orifice quickly grew moist as he used his draconic fluids to accelerate her bodily secretions.

It was not well known among the dragon populace that during mating, the introduction of a male dragon's semen had some enigmatic properties that would jumpstart any creature's - male or female, dragon or others - body into production, allowing her body to make enough juices in response to his precum.

Then, when his mind was satisfied with the results, the male dragon began the process of thrusting,

He pumped slowly, forcing Cynder to produce more lubrication with his repeated poking and rubbing inside.

Wanting her body to accept him fully, he applied his pre to her deepest parts, coating her insides entirely, enticing the female's reproductive organ.

He grunted, rutting the dragoness as best he could, reveling at the tightness she provided which made him growl from the pleasure he was receiving.

He plunged deep, grinding his spurt along the sensitive flesh of the dragoness.

---

It was at this point that the dragoness began to regain consciousness. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her lungs.

Morganic continued his assault on her snug depths, enjoying every little quiver and spasm that accompanied it. Her entrance was deliciously hot and wet, the velvety folds clinging to his manhood each time he plunged back inside.

“Well, hello there~" He whispered, a leering smile crossing his muzzle. “Nice of you to wake up before the show starts. I think the others would appreciate your participation in our special game this evening~"

His words sank in slowly.

Her heart pounded and her nostrils flared. The sheer, raw terror she felt only served to intensify the heat coiling up within her belly.

“Wah– GET OFF ME!" The dragoness' words went past the male dragon's head as her entire body spasmed, desperately trying to shake him loose.

But with a quick shove of his hips, Morganic speared his full length up inside her body, putting her in her place as her breath got hitched into her throat.

“Mnnngggrrr!"

“GAHHH!"

Their roars joined in tandem that turned into a chorus of agonized moans, one taking great pleasure from the other while the latter screamed from the hurtful intrusion given to her by his truly.

Sweat formed from their debauched activity, the rapid exchange of their breath filled the area alongside their loud roars.

In a desperate attempt to free herself before he could deposit his seed inside her - which was practically close, judging by how ragged their breaths were - the dragoness tried to fire her poison breath at the male dragon, hoping to immobilize him before the others would arrive and gang up on her.

*poof! *

But nothing.

She tried to fire again, but only a puff of green came from her mouth, and judging by the mischievous smirk Morganic was giving her, the dragon was to blame from her inability to use her element.

The dragoness glared at him. Hatred filled her eyes, her growl low and menacing, yet there was a mixture of pleasured whines from time to time.

So instead, she focused on straining her muzzle open and keeping it steady, wiggling her body in random intervals hoping to break free and make it hard on his advances.

However, that only proved to make their exchange hot for the male dragon as he let out a lustful growl upon the dragoness' attempts of escape.

Each time the dragon withdrew from the embrace of her silky tunnel, she shuddered, AND each time the dragon filled her, it was met with a grunt and a light gasp that caused her vaginal walls to clench hard around his large girthy pole.

Well, how could she not? His breeding tool was abnormally built differently.

Instead of the usual ridged cocks that harbor a knot and spaded tip like the rest of the dragon populace in Warfang, Morganic's origin wasn't that normal in the first place.

What the black dragoness was currently receiving wasn't that of a regular draconic penis, but instead something straight out of a fictional fantasy story, namely tentacles.

A collection of appendages of sorts were currently throbbing and moving within the dragoness body - twisted into the shape of his desire, a perfect breeding tool to make the dragoness feel agonizing pleasure against her will - digging through and dragging Cynder's vaginal walls, creating an odd yet pleasing friction upon her inner linings.

Moving the 'flexible' cock around the black dragoness was rather interesting.

Every inch off his organ felt amazing - were it not for the dragoness being raped - as it danced and write in an alien rhythm.

Ancestors, one could even see the bastard's wriggling tentacles forming a noticeable bulge that shifted and distorted her usually smooth and shapely belly from where they rooted.

Sweat formed from their activity, the rapid exchange of their breath filled the area alongside their loud roaring.

It was only natural since Morganic had been going at her for quite a while and he was nearing his limit.

He plunged into the moist opening between the black dragoness' legs again and again, each thrust sending him further toward the inevitable end.

“I'M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUGGHHWOOOH!"

Cynder's body arched, her stomach muscles tensing as a wave of sensations swept through her.

Her body rocked beneath him, arching and twisting as she bucked uncontrollably in a futile attempt to dislodge him before he deposited his seed inside her, mixing with her femcum that would inevitably make her gravid with his eggs.

Not wanting to lose such a tight fitting for his pleasured-sickened mind, the brown dragon seized her throat with his teeth, letting out a feral growl and slammed himself flush against her hips.

He gave a muffled roar, then the entirety of his batch of tentacle penises wriggled wildly. Without pause, he dumped a massive load, shooting directly inside his black prize.

Still, the dragoness persisted, her willful spirit was not broken by the pleasure she received as she resisted the incoming moans coming from her, despite having some of them escape through her muzzle as muffled gasps and huffs.

One, two, three... many more... The poor dragoness couldn't help but release numerous bursts as a result of the continuous stimulation her vaginal wall took as her pussy was skewered repeatedly in various angles.

If Cynder thought that the assault to her most private area was already over, her assailant was more than willing to prove her otherwise, his tendrils shaping into something different and ready for more.

With a grin, Morganic slowly drew himself out and readied a second strike.

The dragoness, whose brain had been deprived of rational thinking for a moment and was currently overloaded with hot streaks of pleasure, didn't notice her body had grown receptive to the earth dragon's influence.

*squelch! *

“G-GAHH!"

A dose of reality was all it needed for the dragoness to regain her sense of rationality, and with it her feeling of unbridled rage to the dragon.

However, her expression changed into sheer horror as she noticed her bulging belly alongside the shit-eating grin her captor was giving her.

'He impregnated me…' Her brain screamed as she finally realized what they had done.

Her limbs were frozen, unable to do anything against her current state, still in a state of shock that even her senses didn't notice the abuse the brown dragon was now doing to her, fucking her continuously that not even his berating remarks registered in her mind.

Morganic growled, his talons tightened on the table holding Cynder and gripped it in a feral manner as he resumed rutting the poor dragoness under him, never letting his control of her waning in the slightest.

Instead, the bastard only quickened his thrust, causing her body to lurch each time his breeding organ struck home.

Underneath him, Cynder let out an involuntary groan, her body shuddering at the among of stimulus being forced onto her, as much as she loathed herself to admit it.

The brown dragon merely leaned close to her ear, taking another moment to savor the vulnerable state of his slave. “Don't struggle so much. Wouldn't want to make you look bad for my fellow drakes~"

By the time her mind could fully wrap around that thought, she could hear the thundering footsteps of a dozen or so dragons coming outside.

The door swung open, revealing a lot of male dragons. Their faces were etched with eagerness and once they saw the state Cynder was in, their expressions turned to lust.

—

The majority of the males ogled her state while the ones at the front sat on their haunches and began stroking themselves, thinking of ways on how to 'punish' the female while bringing the maximum amount of pleasure they could get from her.

All in all, there were too many for the dragoness to count, making Cynder pale slightly at the prospects of having them use her body for their pleasure, and judging by how they were eyeing her body, it seemed they don't care whether they would be using her vagina or asshole for that matter.

“Wait your turn boys." Morganic commanded, and the rest who were too eager to try her, stood a few meters from them and looked in excitement.

Regardless, he humped the dragoness without any regard to what they might say. After all, he did contribute to most of the preparations to have Cynder be within their grasp.

For several more minutes, the earth dragon showed them that he still isn't done, not by a long shot, determined to give Cynder the taste of his grudge against her for a bit more.

By the time he finished, the black dragoness could only pant out her exhaustion, her body shaking and trembling in every part and limb.

“Hnggg!"

When she felt him withdraw his breeding tool, the female dragon winced as her orifice protested painfully at the absence.

This in turn caused her inner walls to give way, spilling copious amounts of cum that stained her thighs, tail base, and even the table she was bound with. The constant spraying from her womb showed no signs of letting up, and it seemed to flow indefinitely as her cervix was pried open from the brute's claws, giving way to his long snake-like tongue that tasted their juices.

“Delectable~"

Pulling back and licking his muzzle, the male turned to his companions with an expectant glance.

“Now the rest of you, keep my lovely fuck slave busy while I go analyze the situation at the party." He commanded, spreading a grin that made the males, all over fifty, excited as their leader walked to the door, but not before turning to look at them with a mischievous grin.

“Show the birthday girl your gifts~"

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With an eager roar, the dragons that were busy wanking off their cocks dashed forth and eagerly inspected Cynder, spreading her pussy with their pre-cum covered claws and began inhaling the wondrous scent that was protruding from within.

Others even inserted a claw or two against the dragoness' unused tail-hole that not even Spyro had dared to use due to Cynder being sensitive down there.

“G-GAH! GET YOUR FILTHY CLAWS AWAY FROM THERE!"

Cynder managed to roar out amidst the sea of her moaning. She writhed violently against her restraints, though to her dismay, it did not work as planned due to her tired body, and only served to excite the eager males surrounding her, a sight to behold and a reason to increase their lust.

Rough paws pried her hind legs apart as her slit was revealed to the open air.

Unabashed groans rippled through the males, filling her ears with a sea of noise that made her feel ashamed.

These vile beasts, no, not beasts - horny dragons, were dragons after all - were using her without hesitation. The sole purpose of their actions was to seek gratification through her and it wouldn't stop, at least not anytime soon.

As if reading her thoughts, a deep rumbling laugh answered her musings as the dragons before her exchanged amused glances, the heated gazes focused entirely upon her as their arousal grew, her fertile, warm scent thick and delicious.

Suddenly and orange dragon sat on her chest, almost knocking out the wind from within her while his orange claw slapped across the surface of her muzzle, forcing it open as Cynder cried, unintentionally let her mouth open widely, and even then, her lips were forcefully parted by the big male, his strong jaws opening hers wide.

'AHHN~?!' Cynder shrieked as his tongue invaded her orifice and explored the roof of her mouth, the sound of him kissing and slurping loudly filled her sensitive ears.

Taken by surprise by his actions, the black dragoness could do nothing more than release muffled complaints, which sounded very pleasing to his ears.

Gripping her head, the orange and red dragon pushed his head against her as they rubbed their muzzles passionately. Their saliva dripped on her jaws, tongues swirling together and pressing to claim dominance.

But while this was happening, another dragon, an ice dragon with scales blue and white was busy licking her snatch in a way that could only be described as vulgar.

In retaliation, the dragoness clenched her hips in order to deter the offending tongue that was giving her unwanted pleasure, but that only proved to be a mistake as the beast held onto her pussy like a vice.

Then there was her ass; a muscular, yellow electricity drake was busy shoving his claws deep in the dragoness's rump, thrusting the claws deeper into her hole that the black dragoness almost screamed at how painful the deed was, to think a male dragon will resort to such things to a female dragon.

Were it not for the dragon handling her mouth, she might have pulled a scene on them by either cursing at her tormentors or screaming out loud from the debasing assault.

The long tongue reached far past her lips. It snaked in an enticing, gentle manner that nearly drew a moan from her muzzle as the thick organ squirmed inside her orifice.

After a few seconds of preparing her, the dragon occupying her maw withdrew his muzzle from Cynder. He rested his length right above her nostrils, letting her breath in his scent and taste as he idly rubbed the thickening girth on her face.

“Grrr… Get that thing away from my face…" Her empty threat was met with a mocking laugh from the dragon.

No doubt they knew she couldn't do anything, with her being bound and her powers suppressed, she was nothing more than a fuck toy for the males to use.

And that made her wish they would just get over it with.

“Mhhhmmf?" She unwittingly took a sniff and almost gagged, the aroma from his cock was disgusting and revolting.

That odor was proof enough that he hadn't cleaned his dick in quite a while, and since this was one of the reasons her face recoiled away, then that was the sole indicator she needed to know what they've been up to.

Apparently, she must have taken too long to do so, as the orange and red male, clearly annoyed at the fact she was still able to defy them, moved his paw to her throat to draw the female's attention.

Looking directly into his eyes, the dragoness sent him a hateful glare, however it was short-lived, replaced by a muffled exclamation as he shifted and brought his phallus to her maw, prying it open revealing her sharp teeth.

It took everything she had to not bite his penis, should she even think about it, then things were not going to end well for her, and she knew her only way out of here was for her to give these sick bastards the satisfaction they were aiming for.

It was a dirty solution and Cynder hated it with all her might, but in her position, what else was she supposed to do?

Slowly opening her maw, the male took this as a sign to proceed, though not before tracing her lips with the tip.

Then, with a thrust forward, Cynder could only groan as her mouth was being stretched and her cheeks bulged.

The dark caverns of her oral chamber were invaded, his enormous member striking to the back of her throat, the squirming length filling her as her scent and saliva mixed, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her throat-fucker, who purred in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the two dragons pleasuring her lower body decided to take turns occupying the lower parts of her body first, after all, there's too little space for both of them to occupy.

Therefore, they will have to take things one at a time so to avoid conflict, with the ice dragon settling for her tight rump for now as he readied himself to rape her tailhole and enjoy his first female tonight.

Bending forward, the dragon had to lean to position the tip of his barbed dick to her ass while trying to maintain his balance so as not to fall.

Looking down and marveling at how tight the dragoness' orifice appeared even at an angle, a wide smirk appeared on his snout as a chuckle escaped his snout.

"I'm gonna enjoy this~" The dragon muttered to himself.

"Well, enjoy it faster. I want my turn giving that bitch the breeding of her life." The yellow drake that gave him the honors of fucking her backside first glared at him impatiently.

"Yeah yeah~ You just worry about not spilling your load on the floor, still got a pussy to wreck~" The dragon growled back, his tone thick and needy.

With no one to interrupt their threesome, both males proceeded to attack their helpless victim, giving the dragoness no means of defense against their ruthless advances.

*glrk! glrk! gurrrk! *

*plap! plap! plap! *

Both her maw and anus got ravaged constantly, her voice, once powerful and aggressive, was reduced to nothing more than pitiful grunts and gurgles.

Her hips were pushed back and forth from both ends, her nether entrance being spread apart, though, if she was honest, the one up her anus was more prominent than the one at her maw, at least, to her disgust.

She felt her anal muscles trying to force the cock that was invading her depths out, but her captor was much too eager to bring her further misery.

As a result, Cynder could only produce incoherent noises and strained groans of pleasure, her throat vibrating around the large schlong invading her maw as it slammed its way inside her muzzle repeatedly, bulging out her neckline and letting its thick pre drool into her throat.

Those grunts were a tune in their ears that fueled their carnal desires.

Easily sliding his phallus past her snout, the orange male gave a grunt as he began humping the dragoness's snout, breathing heavily all the while from her sharp teeth occasionally grazing him, but not enough to pierce or scratch his tough skin.

Humping Cynder and squeezing his hips against her face, the orange dragon didn't seem to notice or care about anything other than the sensations coursing his body that brought a symphony of heated growls.

"Fuuuuuuck, you're so good at this~" The male commented. "Bet your purple mate loved getting sucked by you."

'Fuck you...' The dragoness thought, all in the while the fantasy of sucking Spyro's meat somehow helped make this ordeal endurable, albeit still disgusting.

She hadn't given up, her brain focusing entirely on how her rapist's huge meat invaded her caverns as their warm precum poured steadily down her gullet.

Never in her life would she have considered blowing anyone in exchange for safety or acceptance, but if it got the males to spare her any suffering, then Cynder didn't have much of a choice.

Turning her attention back to her anus, the dragon who was railing her tail-hole had a look of extreme ecstasy etched in his face.

At the beginning of his penetration, there was slight resistance, but eventually, with the help of her overflowing semen that dripped from her pussy and trailed towards her anus, the thickened dragon dick finally penetrated her ass-cunt successfully, albeit after some difficulty.

The muscles tightened, sending shudders of pleasure throughout his entire being and causing him to tense for a brief moment.

It felt good, so good that he didn't notice himself drooling with his tongue hanging from the corner of his maw while looking up high as if he was praising some god for giving him such pleasures that not even a royal prostitute could provide.

Overall, the scene was so cum-inducing, the dragons on standby had their cocks leak a river of pre down to the floor which made the room smell entirely like the mating chambers it was built to be.

Grunt and moans echoed loudly, with Cynder the receiving end as the other dragons continued using her holes roughly.

Shaking their cocks on the panting dragoness, the drakes seemed ready to relieve their balls after an awful lot of jerking off from earlier when Morganic was screwing the dragoness.

Finally, one of them approached the moaning black dragoness, cock erect and swollen, balls heavy and full of the countless seconds spent jerking himself off with the same paw.

He saw that the male using Cynder's maw was close, and it's a good thing too since he couldn't take it anymore.

He had thoughts that it would be worth losing his chance of having an amazing night by screwing the horny dragoness.

The other two having their way with the female were close as well.

With no care but the pleasure being generated in their loins, the dragons roared out as their hips thrusted rapidly, slamming their lengths deep into their warm orifices.

The red dragon humped the black dragoness's face, didn't bother waiting as he gripped her head in a strong grip and without warning, the male pulled her snout flush against his groin and let out a throaty roar, cock pulsing strongly.

Before Cynder could even do anything, she found her nostrils clogged and her breathing became obstructed as the smell of his male genitals filled the entirety of her nose as her mouth was brimming and bubbling with cum.

"Gaaack! Grgrgrgll!" She choked, gasping through her nose, though doing so had its disadvantages as the scents of cum assaulted her and soon her vision grew dimmer.

Mouth brimming with cum, her eyes crossed as it spilled past her jaws and stained the ground, adding to the existing pool created from Morganic's efforts.

By the time the dragon drew out from the black dragoness, there was a trail of cum hanging between the male and dragoness' nostrils, a clear indication that the red male had claimed her muzzle, and the rest of the males were entitled to do the same.

"Fuuuck... That shit felt good." The fire dragon let out a content sigh, pleased with the result of his fuckery as he looked at the cum-covered face of the black dragoness.

"Slut~"

His vision was then covered by the scales of the dragon who was nearing his edge.

"Get out of the way! It's my turn to use that hole!" Said the gray dragon who began riding Cynder's head like there's no tomorrow.

Letting out a chuckle, the orange and red dragon heard a content sigh from the dragon who was breeding her anus and turned to look at the mess he made.

"Had a nice time, bud~?" He asked.

"Hnggh... bitch is...the best feeling ever..."

Letting go of her backside and drawing his cock free from its warm prison, the ice dragon could see his load dribble slowly out from her anus and into the puddle created from the earth dragon.

"Phew... That one felt amazing. Wish every whore from the brothels here were the same as her."

Looking at the rest of the dragons who were beginning to feel restless from waiting, the cyan dragon nodded to them, and immediately waves of horny males pushed and weaved through each other, eager to have a taste of the dragoness.

Needless to say, Cynder would be here for a long time. With how many male dragons eager to get a taste of her holes, it wouldn't be long till her body would be so well-used that not even the large cocks of elder dragons would have no problem screwing her.

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From there, Cynder quickly found herself unable to follow the pace the dragons were going.

In short, once a dragon was done using her holes, another immediately replaces him and was either enjoying her mouth, pussy or her ass, the latter receiving the most customers because of the fact no one had penetrated that part of hers other than the earth dragon, a point made obvious when many males exclaimed at her snug entrance.

All that stimulation got to her and her pussy quickly became oversensitive.

Cocks sliding in and out in rapid, hungry motions. It wasn't long before they found themselves doing the exact same thing repeatedly that there was little to no passion or emotion given during their long ride.

The males groaned with each deposit of their load.

Cum dribbled from her pussy, making a visible, frothing slosh of white, her belly filled to the point the semen was bubbling from the confines and oozed through her lips.

"Urgghh, Annngg!" The black dragoness moaned painfully as more hot semen spilled through her nostrils, the taste bile-like, mixing with the residue within her orifice that were either forced down her throat or left there by the male dragons.

Paying little heed to her current state and the look of absolute despair written across the black dragoness' visage, the dragons continued to gangbang the hell out of her, eagerly grinding their breeding organs to Cynder's helpless and ravaged body as the creampied dragoness continued to receive endless waves of pleasures that were getting oversensitive, and after a few moments, numbing, dull yet pleasurable, with no hope for her ordeal to end anytime soon.

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THE END.