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The damp, musty air of the mines filled Cynder's nostrils as her ragtag group of survivors crept forward, their claws barely making a sound against the cold stone floor. Every breath they took felt too loud, their lungs working overtime after their frantic escape from an army of Soulless. The silence was suffocating, stretching around them like a predator waiting to pounce.

They had barely made it out alive, slipping into the tunnels as the horde swarmed the city above. Now, they had one objective: reach the Dragon Temple and destroy the meteorite—the cursed object that had poisoned Warfang from within. That rock had unleashed a nightmare, turning every male dragon into mindless husks, violent and soulless, as Ember had called them.

It had happened right under their noses, spreading like a silent plague before anyone could grasp the danger. Cynder's jaw tightened, her talons digging into the dirt as frustration burned in her chest. How could they have let it come to this? How could they have been so blind?

“Cynder… stop. I sense something… Let's be quiet for a bit."

Hela suddenly lifted her wing, signaling the group to halt. The black dragoness obeyed, watching as Hela closed her eyes and extended her senses outward. A pulse of energy rippled from her body, invisible yet tangible, reaching into the darkness ahead. Seconds stretched into eternity before her eyes snapped open, scanning their surroundings with wary precision.

“What is it, Hela? Are they coming?" Aryia's voice trembled slightly, her nerves fraying with every second of uncertainty. Even the slightest gust of wind made her flinch. “I-I'm not ready to fight this early… should we flee?"

Snowbird and the other females tensed, their gazes darting across the tunnel's jagged walls, searching for any sign of movement.

Hela finally exhaled, her body relaxing. “False alarm," she whispered. “Just a bunch of critters back there. I think we're good for now."

Snowbird scoffed, shaking her head. “The only things I need you to sense are the Soulless."

Hela bristled, whipping around to glare at the white dragoness. “Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather I miss something and get us all killed?" she shot back, jabbing a claw in Snowbird's direction.

“That's enough. Both of you." Cynder's voice, though quiet, carried authority. “Arguing won't get us anywhere. We need to save our energy for what's ahead."

Both dragons huffed but relented, turning their attention back to the path before them.

Cynder glanced at Ember, her expression serious. “We're deep in the mines now. You've been here before with Flame's exploration team. Do you remember which tunnel leads to the temple?"

Ember furrowed her brow, stepping forward to examine their surroundings. Three tunnels stretched ahead, forming a crossroads, each path shrouded in shadow.

“Let me think… That one leads to the coal pit," she said, pointing to the leftmost tunnel. “The middle one was left unexplored, the moles abandoned it because they were exhausted." Her gaze shifted to the final tunnel, a faintly glowing purple liquid pooling near its entrance, trailing deeper into the darkness. “If we use the process of elimination… this must be the one."

Manta let out an exaggerated sigh. “Of course, we have to go through the creepy one."

The group stood in uneasy silence, staring into the unknown, the air growing heavier with every passing second.

“Let's go." Cynder's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the suffocating stillness. She led the way, the others following closely, their movements cautious, tense.

With each step, the ground beneath their paws grew unnervingly soft. A clammy, cold dampness seeped through the dirt, thickening into a sludge that clung to their talons. The air turned sour, the sharp, rancid stench burning their nostrils as the tunnel sloped downward, drawing them deeper into a labyrinth of twisting corridors.

The glowworms overhead pulsed faintly, their weak light barely pushing back the murky gloom. Shadows sprawled across the walls, shifting with each flicker, as if something unseen lurked just beyond their vision. Every breath felt heavier. Every sound no matter how small felt amplified, swallowed by the oppressive silence.

As they pressed on, Cynder's thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the past. To when everything was still whole. To when she had helped bring the meteorite into Warfang, unknowingly sealing their fate.

—

(Flashback)

A deafening crash shattered the afternoon blaze, followed by a shockwave that tore through the land like a vengeful spirit. Trees didn't just fall—they were obliterated, reduced to splinters that scattered like deadly shrapnel. The once-thriving Khajit village was no more. In its place, a massive crater stretched wide and deep, a gaping wound in the earth where life had once thrived.

The cheetahs who had lived there never had a chance. Those caught within the impact zone were reduced to nothing but dust, their existence erased in an instant. The ones at the outskirts fared no better, some were crushed under scorching hot debris, their bodies destroyed beyond recognition, while others died after having been crushed by the force of the shockwave.

Slowly, the dust settled around the crater.

The air crackled with an eerie energy. At the heart of the crater the meteorite pulsed, its surface dark and ominous as the surrounding area was filled with partially melted rocks and minerals.

Cracks formed immediately afterwards, spreading throughout the hard surface of the stone as a purple miasma seeped throughout its surroundings. Some sort of purple liquid escaped, splashing the ground below and melting through rock, causing purple flowers to bloom unusually fast with an otherworldly beauty.

In seconds, the area was enveloped with an alien-like fauna, almost like a tumor growing upon a sea of green. Any creature that was fortunate to be alive from the meteorite sensed something wrong and immediately fled the vicinity, knowing that something dangerous was upon them.

---

Panic surged through the streets of Warfang. The aftermath of the shockwave had left sections of the city's towering walls crumbling, sending debris crashing into the streets below. The once-strong bastion of safety now shuddered under the weight of fear. Guards struggled to control the swelling tide of terrified dragons and other creatures seeking refuge within the city, their desperate cries rising above the eerie wail of the high tower alarms.

Within the Dragon Temple, the Guardians rushed to the balcony, their eyes scanning the horizon. Smoke curled in the distance, an ominous plume marking the point of impact. A cold dread settled over them. The shockwave had come from the direction of their closest allies—the cheetah village.

“Terrador! Cyril! Volteer! Are you alright?!"

Spyro's voice rang through the chamber as he landed on the balcony, his violet scales glinting in the dim light. Now a young adult, he still carried the fire of a warrior in his eyes, though his relief was apparent when he saw the Guardians unharmed.

“That shockwave took us by surprise," he continued, his wings twitching with unease. “Do you have any idea what happened?"

Footsteps echoed behind him, followed by a familiar voice, edged with forced calm.

“I told you they'd be fine."

Cynder stepped forward, her green eyes scanning the elder dragons' faces, searching for answers they didn't seem to have. “I take it none of you know what in the world is going on?"

“Unfortunately, that is correct," Volteer admitted, his sharp gaze fixed on the chaos below. The city streets teemed with panic, guards visibly struggling to maintain control. “And I fear we are as clueless as you are, young ones."

Spyro's wings tensed. That answer didn't sit right with him, but before he could push further, Volteer continued. “For now, our priority must be ensuring Warfang's stability. We can investigate once we regain order."

“I'll gather our aides," Terrador said immediately, his commanding presence taking over. “We need to bolster the city's defenses and keep civilians calm. Cyril, come with me."

As the two departed, Volteer turned back to Spyro and Cynder. “I know this is sudden, but we will need your help investigating the shockwave's source. Your abilities could prove invaluable."

Spyro and Cynder exchanged glances before nodding.

“That was already our plan," Spyro assured him. “We'll do whatever we can."

“Good," Volteer said with a rare hint of gratitude.

The two dragons descended into the chaos of the city, joining their mentors in the effort to restore order. As they moved through the crowd, Cynder could feel the raw fear radiating from the civilians. Injured dragons lay groaning on the ground, some trampled in the panic. She and Spyro assisted in carrying the wounded to a nearby infirmary while guards struggled to organize the rest into the marketplace, turning it into an impromptu refuge.

It took time, but under the guidance of the elder dragons, the chaos gradually gave way to a tense, uneasy silence. The once-clamoring voices faded to murmurs, uncertainty heavy in the air.

On a makeshift podium hastily assembled by mole engineers, Terrador stepped forward. His imposing presence alone was enough to command attention. All eyes turned to him, the weight of expectation pressing down. Cyril and Volteer stood at his sides, their expressions grave.

Terrador took a steady breath before addressing the crowd.

“People of Warfang, I understand your fear," his voice boomed. “What we experienced was no ordinary tremor—it was a shockwave of unprecedented magnitude. From what we can gather, it originated from the cheetah village."

Uneasy murmurs rippled through the crowd. The cheetahs were among Warfang's closest allies. If something had happened to them…

“My fellow Guardians and I will depart to investigate immediately," Terrador continued. “In the meantime, we urge you to remain calm. Do not spread further panic. We will ensure the city's security, and any new information will be shared as soon as we obtain it."

By the time they were finished, a wave of hush silenced the worried, clamoring voices until only whispers and the wind could be heard, the uneasy ambiance a clear indication that the public was not convinced nor satisfied by the guardian's decision as to where their leadership should be focusing on.

—

The flight to the cheetah village was met with heavy silence. As the Guardians, along with Spyro and Cynder, soared through the sky, Warfang grew smaller behind them, while the ominous black smoke on the horizon loomed ever larger. The sight of the devastation ahead filled all five dragons with dread.

Upon descending, the extent of the destruction became horrifyingly clear. The village, once a thriving settlement, had been utterly annihilated. But what was most unnatural was what lay at the center of the devastation.

The ground where the village once stood was stripped bare. Not a single tree remained—not even charred stumps. Instead, a new kind of plant had taken root, something none of them had ever seen before. These plants weren't green or white like normal vegetation. They were dark—almost black—with an unnatural, pulsating quality. The earth itself had turned an eerie shade of purple, and long, vine-like tendrils slithered up toward a massive, cracked meteor at the heart of the impact zone. It pulsed faintly, as though it were alive.

The Guardians instinctively took defensive stances. Terrador, ever the vigilant warrior, stepped forward, pressing his claws to the ground, using his connection with the earth to sense for any potential threats. His expression darkened.

“Strange…" he muttered, his brow furrowing. “I sense no life from these plants… but…" His voice trailed off as he tried to process what he was feeling.

Spyro, meanwhile, could only stare at the ruins of what had once been a place of friendship and unity. His heart clenched.

“The Cheetah Village… everyone…" His voice was barely above a whisper. Memories surged through him—of the first time he and Cynder were captured here, of how the cheetahs later became their allies, of their brave resistance against the Dark Master's forces.

Cynder moved to his side, pressing against him gently, offering silent comfort. She knew what this place had meant to him—to both of them. “I'm sorry, Spyro…"

He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I-I'm fine, Cynder." But his downcast eyes betrayed the pain he was trying to suppress. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. “Right now, that can wait. Whatever this is… it can't be anything good."

Cynder studied him for a moment, noting the steady resolve in his voice. He had changed. He had grown. This was the voice of someone who had lived through war and knew that grief had to come second to action.

Nearby, the Guardians finished their brief survey of the area.

Volteer shook his head, his expression grim. “Nothing. No survivors. But there is… something else." He shivered slightly, his normally energetic demeanor subdued. “There's a presence here… not something tangible, but something that chills you to your core."

Cyril crossed his arms, gazing down at the crater with a deep frown. “So? Do we investigate further now, or return to Warfang to bring reinforcements?"

Terrador was silent for a moment, weighing their options. Then, he nodded. “We can't afford to wait. We have no idea what this thing is or what it's capable of. If it poses a danger to Warfang, we need to know now." His gaze shifted to Spyro and Cynder. “You two stay up here. Keep watch in case something unexpected happens."

Spyro and Cynder exchanged glances before nodding in understanding.

With their roles set, the three elder dragons descended cautiously into the crater.

---

Inside, the corruption was even worse. The black and purple plants had taken over entirely, wrapping around the crater walls like creeping veins. The air was thick, not with smoke, but with something else—something unseen yet felt deep in their bones.

The meteor itself was still steaming, its cracked surface pulsating with a faint, sickly glow. As the Guardians approached, they noticed something unsettling—the plants seemed to move. Not in response to the wind, but as if they were alive, recoiling and shifting subtly when they neared.

Instinctively, they raised their magical defenses, shielding themselves as they moved in closer. A faint purple smog wafted from the meteor, but their protective barriers did not react—at least it wasn't immediately harmful.

Volteer stepped forward, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Fascinating… The plants come off far too easily for something that looks so deeply rooted." He carefully pulled at the twisted vines covering the meteor's surface, watching as they peeled away almost effortlessly, despite their thorny appearance.

As the last of the vines fell away, the meteor's surface was finally revealed. Its blackened, cracked exterior pulsed rhythmically, glowing with an eerie mix of purple and black light.

“I believe we've identified the source of the shockwave," Volteer said, his normally rapid speech slowed by caution. “But the question remains… what now?"

Terrador stepped forward, staring at the meteor with a deep, unsettling feeling in his chest. His connection to the earth was reacting—no, it was being pulled toward it.

“Let's bring it back to the city."

Terrador wasn't entirely sure why he said it, but something deep inside told him it was the right thing to do.

Volteer and Cyril exchanged uncertain glances before nodding. The decision had been made, but the question remained—how would they move something so massive?

They circled the meteorite, looking for anything they could use to transport it. Yet, despite its jagged cracks and pulsing glow, the surface was surprisingly smooth—almost unnaturally so. It was as if the stone had been designed to roll effortlessly, yet remained completely motionless.

While Volteer pondered the logistics, Cyril and Terrador turned their attention to the thick, invasive vines that had wrapped themselves around the meteor's base. As they began to tear them away, a strange sensation crept over them.

At first, the vines resisted, pulling back as if they were anchored to something deep below. Then, without warning, they slackened and vanished into the ground—disappearing entirely, leaving no trace.

The two dragons stiffened.

“That's… unsettling," Cyril muttered, shaking off the eerie feeling crawling up his spine.

Volteer, however, seemed oblivious to their unease. His sharp, inquisitive mind was locked on something else entirely. He pressed a claw against the meteorite, his eyes widening in amazement.

“Incredible… This rock is filled with minerals unlike anything I've ever seen in all my years as a scholar." He tapped the surface, noting its surprisingly cool temperature despite the steam rising from it. “This might not even be from our world—it could be completely alien!"

“Really?" Cyril arched a brow, but even he had to admit, there was something undeniably foreign about this meteor.

Terrador studied the stone more closely. He pressed the tip of his claw against it, testing its resilience. It was tough—far tougher than any known rock native to the Dragon Realms. The texture, the density, even the way it seemed to radiate a presence—it was all unnatural.

Still, something told him they needed to take it.

“We should bring it back to the temple," he decided firmly. He pushed against the rock, testing its weight, only to grunt as he realized just how dense and heavy it was. A quick glance at the others told him they were thinking the same thing.

Moving this thing wasn't going to be easy.

“Let's get Cynder," Terrador suggested. “Her shadow element might be the key to lifting it."

With a nod of agreement, the guardians called for Spyro and Cynder, who were patrolling the edges of the crater. It took several tries before the message finally reached them.

Their wings parted the thick, unnatural mist as they soared over the impact site. Spyro had never been this close to the meteorite before, and as he neared its surface, his gaze locked onto its eerie, pulsating glow. A strange, alien energy radiated from the stone, sending a deep, chilling ache through his very core. His instincts screamed at him to look away.

"What's the situation, Terrador?" Cynder's voice cut through the haze, snapping Spyro out of his trance. He blinked and quickly turned his attention back to their mission.

“The meteorite appears to be of alien origin, and it contains minerals unlike anything we've encountered before," Volteer explained, gesturing animatedly with one claw. “We need your shadow element to form tendrils—something strong enough to help us carry this thing back to the city."

Cynder eyed the foreign rock skeptically before glancing at the excited, academic glint in Volteer's eyes. She wasn't entirely convinced that taking an unknown, possibly dangerous object back to Warfang was the best idea, but she trusted the guardians' judgment.

“Well, if you all think it's safe, then sure, why not?"

A ripple ran through her shadow, twisting and stretching in ways that defied logic. Then, in an instant, it shot forward, tendrils snaking around the meteorite like living ropes. The darkness solidified into a tangible net, its ends left loose for the others to grasp.

With the bindings in place, the dragons positioned themselves around the massive rock and prepared to lift. At first, it refused to budge. Their muscles strained, wings beat furiously, and for a moment, it seemed like the effort was futile.

Then, slowly, the meteorite began to rise.

Roots clung stubbornly to its underside, snapping one by one as the rock was hoisted from the ground. The weight was immense, and maneuvering such an enormous object proved to be an exhausting struggle.

Cynder, in particular, felt the toll. She had never used her magic to lift something so heavy before, and the strain was unbearable. Her limbs ached, her wings burned, and every fiber of her being screamed for relief. But she gritted her teeth and pressed on.

They all did.

Despite their determination, it soon became clear that flying with such a burden was unsustainable. After several grueling minutes, they made the call to land and rest, ensuring they could manage the journey in careful, measured intervals.

The meteorite wasn't going anywhere. But neither were they.

---

Exhausted and aching, Spyro and Cynder could only focus on one thought: 'When will this finally end?' Their wings burned, their muscles screamed, and every breath felt heavier than the last.

Then, through the haze of fatigue, Volteer's voice rang out like a bolt of lightning, reigniting their determination.

"I see Warfang! We're close!" The electricity dragon called between labored breaths. The others sagged under the weight of their burden, but Volteer's ever-present enthusiasm still shone through.

"Finally!" Cyril groaned. "Let's get some help from the other dragons. I am beyond tired of carrying this thing!"

Terrador let out an amused snort. "Getting out of shape, Cyril?"

"Hardly," The ice dragon retorted, though his voice carried a hint of weary resignation. "The body simply isn't what it used to be. Years of complacency have drained my stamina. We've grown old... too old."

Before anyone could reply, a group of gate guards spotted them from the city's entrance. Immediately recognizing their leaders' struggle, they rushed to assist. Among them were members of Terrador's own platoon, and when they saw their commander visibly strained, they doubled their efforts.

"Careful! Keep balanced when lifting!" The green dragon bellowed. His soldiers saluted in response, swiftly taking over the burden with well-practiced precision.

The purple dragon let out a heavy sigh as he released the shadowy bindings to one of the guards. The instant the weight left his body, a wave of relief crashed over him. His wings ached, his tail throbbed, and for a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd collapse or stay upright.

"Thanks," He muttered, barely able to keep his eyes open. The other dragon simply nodded, focused on transporting the stone to the temple as per the guardians' orders.

"Phew! I'm beat!" Cynder hovered beside him, panting. "That thing sure weighs more than it looks..."

"Yeah..." Spyro's gaze lingered on the meteorite as it disappeared into the city. There was something unsettling about it, something that gnawed at the back of his mind. His mate noticed his distant expression but chose not to comment—she knew him well enough to guess that exhaustion wasn't the only thing weighing on him. The destruction of the Cheetah Village still haunted him.

Hoping to lift his spirits, she nudged his chin playfully. "Hey, wanna get lunch together? My treat."

Spyro blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts. He turned to her and smiled as she nuzzled him.

"Sure. Why not?" He purred, brushing his snout against her cheek. Cynder giggled, and with that, they took off toward the food park—one that their dragonfly friend, Sparx, had eagerly recommended to the guardians. To everyone's surprise, it had been approved, quickly becoming a city favorite.

—

"Yes, right there in the middle," Terrador instructed, his keen eyes following every movement as the dragons carefully placed the meteorite onto a reinforced metal table.

With a heavy thud, the stone settled. A collective sigh of relief escaped the dragons, finally free from the burden of carrying such a deceptively heavy object. Terrador stepped forward, offering a nod of gratitude to his platoon.

"You've done well. I know it couldn't have been easy hauling this thing all the way down here." He cast a glance at the seemingly endless spiral of stairs—twisting and turning in every direction, designed to deter intruders from reaching the underground vault, a fortress stretching kilometers below the surface.

"You've earned your rest for the day. Go, relax—you deserve it."

A cheer erupted from the platoon before they took off, flying up the grueling ascent back to the temple's main floor, leaving only the guardians and the meteorite in the dimly lit chamber.

Now alone, the four elder guardians turned their full attention to the stone. Their gazes were filled with intrigue and wariness, the glow of the meteorite reflecting in their eyes. It was unlike anything they had ever encountered. Its surface shimmered with unnatural beauty, its presence radiating something beyond their understanding.

Carefully, they began their examination—prodding at the rock, scraping away thin outer layers to analyze its composition. Yet, in their fascination, they failed to notice the faint wisp of purple smog curling into the air, drifting toward them.

Unbeknownst to them, it seeped into their nostrils, subtle and insidious. So focused were they on their work that they didn't register the unnatural shimmer creeping into their eyes—faint pink hues pulsing in their irises, their thoughts slowly intertwining, bending under the unseen influence of the meteorite.

—

"Spyro?"

Cynder's voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"You alright? You haven't touched your food at all."

She watched him with concern, her emerald eyes searching his face. Spyro barely registered her words, absently poking at his steak, the heat from the freshly grilled meat long ignored.

The two were seated at one of Warfang's more lively establishments, where the scent of sizzling barbecue filled the air. A large wooden sign near the counter humorously warned: "Dragons are limited to a few drinks to avoid burping elemental breath." It was ironic, considering dragons were among the restaurant's biggest customers.

"Ah… Oh. No, it's nothing, really." Spyro finally muttered, lifting his root beer and taking a slow sip. His eyes followed the bubbles rising to the surface, his mind still tangled in an unsettling fog.

Ever since they left the meteorite in the temple's vault, something had felt… off. He couldn't explain it, but his thoughts felt scattered, his senses dulled as though a lingering presence weighed on him.

"You sure?" Cynder pressed gently. "You seem distracted…"

For a fleeting moment, an uncharacteristic irritation flared in him—an urge to tell her to just drop it. But then he met her gaze, her expression soft with concern, and the frustration melted away.

Spyro let out a slow sigh. "...Yeah. I guess I'm still trying to come to terms with everything."

He didn't need to say more. Cynder understood. The devastation of the Cheetah Village still hung over them like a storm cloud. Neither of them spoke further, allowing the noise of the bustling restaurant to fill the heavy silence between them.

"I think I'm gonna check on the stone the Guardians are studying," Spyro said suddenly, breaking the silence between them. He finally lifted his steak to his snout, chewing thoughtfully as he let the flavor settle.

Cynder blinked in surprise. "Huh? Why?"

She had assumed he would want nothing to do with the meteorite, especially after what happened to the Cheetah Village. Just being near it should have left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Nothing, really. I just feel like... maybe if I help study it, I can get some closure." He took another bite, though his appetite seemed only half-hearted.

Cynder considered his words, then nodded, her expression softening with understanding. "That makes sense. Do you want me to come with you?"

Spyro was about to say yes—his instinct was to always have her by his side—but something stopped him. A whisper at the back of his mind. Go alone.

For reasons he couldn't quite explain, he turned to Cynder and shook his head. "I think I should do this alone. It'll help me clear my mind." Then, before she could argue, he added, "Besides, don't you have work at the orphanage in an hour?"

That made her pause. The orphanage—one she had helped establish—took in young, weak, or orphaned dragons who had lost their families during Malefor's war. It was her responsibility to care for them.

She sighed in resignation, setting her spoon down on her now-empty dessert plate. "Yeah... I suppose I do."

Spyro grinned at her amusement. Cynder rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Alright then," she relented, flicking a claw in his direction. "But you better hurry up and help me with the kids later. I don't want to deal with them all by myself. They have way too much energy, you know."

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world," Spyro promised, finishing the last bite of his steak.

Neither of them realized that with every passing moment, the meteorite's influence was tightening its grip on him.

—

Cynder sat in the kitchen, her expression unreadable as she tapped her claws impatiently against the table.

It was late. Too late.

Spyro was supposed to meet her at the orphanage hours ago, but he never showed up. At first, she was annoyed. Now, frustration has given way to unease. Something felt wrong, deep in her gut—an instinct she couldn't shake.

She was just beginning to nod off when a sharp knock jolted her awake.

"Spyro?"

Shaking off her drowsiness, she got up and swung the door open—only to be met with the sight of a disoriented, unsteady Spyro.

Her breath hitched. His violet eyes were hazy, unfocused, his movements sluggish.

"Oh, Ancestors…" She pinched the bridge of her snout, exhaling sharply. "Don't tell me you were out drinking with the Guardians again?"

She shot him a glare but sighed, knowing it was pointless. When he was like this, reasoning with him was as useful as talking to a wall.

"Heh… Sorry about that, Cyn~" Spyro slurred, swaying slightly.

Cynder stepped forward, catching him before he could stumble. His weight was heavier than usual, as if something unseen pressed down on him.

"Something's wrong."

But now wasn't the time to question him. With a shake of her head, she looped his wing over her back and guided him inside.

"Alright, you big lug," she muttered. "Let's get you to bed before you pass out on the floor."

As she helped him up the stairs, she failed to notice the faint, eerie glow flickering behind his tired eyes.

"Hmmm~ Is it just me~? Or do you smell nice, Cynder~?" Spyro suddenly began sniffing Cynder's neck as she opened the door. "Hmmm~"

"A-Ah, Spyro! What are you..." Before she could say anything further, the look of lust and arousal that was evident in the purple dragon's face took her by surprise and when her eyes trailed to his hind legs, she saw his boner sticking out.

He was horny and erect.

"Cynder... I want to be inside you~" The purple dragon purred, pushing the dragoness into their bed as she lay there helplessly with his overpowering strength. "Grrr~"

In Cynder's point of view, seeing her mate this dominant and horny always turns her on. Sure, she preferred their mating to be sweet and gentle but the fact that he was rough right now, and drunk to boot, there was something so attractive when mating like wild beasts would.

'I guess I could scold him in the morning.' The dragoness thought as she suddenly let out a long moan, feeling Spyro eating her pussy out with his dexterous, slimy tongue. 'It has been a while since we got frisky. Besides, it looks like he's been craving for a good round.'

He may be intoxicated, but he certainly was no pushover. Even in his inebriated state, her beloved purple partner knew exactly where and when to put his touches, pinning the squirming black dragoness below him. He licked and sniffed and kissed along pussy lips and the sensitive scales at the side before settling his tongue inside the rim of her entrance.

"Ohmmm~ Yes... Right there..." Her tail coiled around her lover's neck. She ground her lower body harder against his tongue. He would be sure to drown if he wasn't careful.

Spyro let out a groan, ravishing her pussy until his jaw started to get sore. When he decided she had enough teasing, he bit gently on the edge of Cynder's clitoris, resulting in a yelp from the black dragoness.

"Huff! Huff! Fuck me, my hero!" Cynder cried out as Spyro let out an animalistic growl, letting his lust and instincts guide his actions before ravaging her body throughout the night.

---

"Hmmm... Hugh?" Cynder awoke groggily, the morning rays of the sun hitting her face as the feeling of her body rocking back and forth has slowly attuned to her senses. Blinking and looking below, she saw the crazed look of Spyro, maw half open and drooling like a sex-starved dog as his eyes had a cloudy sheen unto them.

"S-Spyro? Hngg!" She let out a groan when the purple dragon bucked hard unto her.

'Something's wrong with him... Has he been fucking me all night?!' The dragoness thought. 'He's never gone that far before! What just happened---'

"Agh!" She was suddenly caught by surprise when the purple dragon bit her neck. At the corner of her eye, she noticed something purple wriggling on his back, and when she was about to ask Spyro what it was, the purple dragon suddenly ejaculated his sperm into her that interrupted her train of thought, making her scream in pleasure from his throbbing dick lodged inside her womb.

"G-Gah! Spyro! Get off me!" Cynder flailed, trying to move his mate away as it was obvious that something was wrong with him.

But the purple dragon did not relent. Even after he finished cumming for god knows how much, he wretched his knotted dick away from her pussy before resuming his thrusts upon her like a feral beast, his dick resumed its place inside her cunt again.

Cynder couldn't believe what was happening, but she knew that she needed to break free of the purple dragon's grasp if she were to properly communicate to him. And if she needed to, she might have to use force if she can't reason with him.

"Y-You... I said... Let... Me... GO!" The black dragoness focused her energy to break free from the horny dragon's grasp, using her wing element to blow Spyro away, crashing into the wall as something horrifying made Cynder double take if he was still the same Spyro that she loved.

"S-Spyro?" The mass tentacles that were etched on the purple dragon's back took most of the impact, rendering the purple dragon okay as he growled at her, dick still hard and leaking purple fluids which made her look in between her legs and find out that the same purple fluids had been injected inside her pussy.

"Spyro! What's going on? Why are you... Woah!" She ducked when the purple dragon made a move to tackle her, only to end up smashing his head against the ceiling.

"What in the world is happening with him?!" Cynder let out a shrill when despite him unconscious, one of the wriggling tentacles suddenly darted to her direction, its slime-covered appendage barely missing her head when she immediately ran to the door and closed the room behind her.

Barricading the door with whatever heavy objects she could find, the black dragoness reinforced it with her shadow tendrils as she let out a sigh.

"Holy ancestors... I need to find help." The dragoness fled from her home, only to be met with catastrophic events occurring in the once-beautiful city she and her lover once protected, that made her eyes almost bulge from her sockets.

Everywhere she looked, countless dragons were breeding certain dragonesses that a few of them were familiar to Cynder. The males had the same wriggling appendage that sprouted from their back as their eyes were cloudy and possessed a strange glow in it. The corrupted males had their expressions distorted to pure bliss as they let out lustful moans.

"No… Not here. What's going on!?"

Cynder barely had time to react before a pair of male dragons tackled her from behind, slamming her to the ground. She snarled, thrashing against their grip as they struggled to pin her down.

"Let me go, you bastards!" She roared, twisting beneath them, but their hold was relentless.

Just as a yellow-scaled dragon lunged to restrain her further, a sudden blast of fire erupted from the side, sending her attackers sprawling.

"Huh?"

Cynder scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding as she turned toward the unexpected source of her salvation.

Standing there, flames still flickering at her maw, was Ember.

"You alright, Cynder?" Ember rushed to her side, flanked by a group of dragonesses Cynder didn't recognize.

"Y-Yeah… Thanks for the save," Cynder panted, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. "Who are they?"

"I don't think this is the time or place for introductions," one of the dragonesses muttered, her gaze darting warily around.

Cynder followed her line of sight. The Soulless were closing in.

They had no time.

"Let's head to the Dragon Temple!" Cynder shouted, spreading her wings. "We'll be safe there!"

Without hesitation, she summoned a dome of wind, blasting back the approaching males.

"Yeah, about that—"

Before anyone could respond, a crackling bolt of electricity streaked through the air, colliding with Cynder's wind barrier. Sparks exploded upon impact, but the dome held firm, dispersing the charge into nothing.

Then they saw him.

Cynder's breath hitched.

"G-Guardian Volteer?!"

The sight before her was horrifying. The once-proud Guardian was almost unrecognizable—his form twisted, his golden scales dulled, his eyes hollow.

A chilling silence fell over the group.

Then—

"We need to run! NOW!" One of the dragonesses screamed.

A thick smokescreen erupted around them, shrouding the battlefield in darkness.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled into someplace safe that's not infested with the corrupted males.

—

(End of Flashback)

A deep rumble echoed through the cave, sending a shiver down the spines of the dragonesses. Instinctively, they tensed up, slipping into the cover of Cynder's shadows, their forms blending seamlessly into the dark corners of the cavern.

A pair of Soulless had somehow found their way inside.

"How did they get here?!" Violet whispered harshly, her voice hushed but still far too loud for comfort. "We barely left any trail for them to follow!"

"Will you be quiet, Mom?! They'll hear you!" Hela hissed in frustration, her own voice carrying slightly more than she intended.

One of the Soulless stirred, its head turning slightly in their direction.

Hela froze.

"Our cover is useless if you keep shouting like that!" she whispered through clenched teeth.

"I am not shouting!" Violet snapped back in a hoarse whisper. "I'm whispering!"

"You're not whispering! You're just shouting in a whispery voice!"

The argument was cut short as one of the Soulless took a slow, deliberate step toward their hiding spot.

Silence fell.

Cynder inhaled sharply.

They had seconds before they were discovered.

"Okay, everyone," Cynder whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind. "Get ready."

The dragonesses tensed, their muscles coiled as they prepared to strike. The Soulless crept closer, their empty eyes locked onto the shadows where the group hid. Despite the threat, the females held firm—determined to incapacitate the corrupted males without causing serious harm, hoping to bring them back to their senses.

"Now!" Cynder commanded, dispelling the shadows that had concealed them.

In an instant, they surged forward, ambushing the unsuspecting Soulless. The corrupted dragons barely reacted as the first blows landed—eerily calm despite the chaos unfolding around them.

Cynder, Violet, and Manta—seasoned fighters—swiftly knocked out several of the Soulless, their movements precise and relentless. The other dragonesses, though fierce in their resolve, struggled to fend off the relentless attacks.

"Urk! Why are they so strong?!" Aryia gasped, barely dodging a powerful tentacle strike from one of the corrupted males. The sudden movement sent her feathers ruffling, and before she could regain her footing, her back slammed against the rough cave wall. A tremor shook the cavern, dislodging chunks of rock from the ceiling. She barely had time to react before they came crashing down, pinning her in place.

She flinched as it drew nearer, her eyes wide with fear as the wriggling tentacle was only inches apart from her crotch, its empty eyes locked onto her with a terrifying lustful intensity. She struggled against the debris, panic setting in as she realized she couldn't move in time. The corrupted male raised his already leaking tentacles, ready to strike.

But the blow never came.

Instead, Aryia heard a grunt, followed by a heavy thud. When she forced her eyes open, the horny dragon was gone. In his place stood Violet, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with exertion.

"You okay?" Violet asked, quickly brushing aside the rocks that had pinned Aryia. She extended a paw, which the feathery dragon gratefully accepted, pulling herself to her feet before shaking off the dust clinging to her fur.

Her gaze drifted past Violet, landing on two male dragons now slumped against the wall—restrained by their black-scaled companion.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Aryia muttered, but her relief was short-lived. As she scanned the battlefield, her stomach twisted. More and more Soulless were closing in, blocking every possible escape route. Only one narrow path, leading toward the Dragon Temple, remained unguarded—for now.

"I don't get it... How did they find us here?" She cursed under her breath.

"I think I know how..." Cynder's voice was barely audible over the sounds of battle. She stood slightly apart from the group, her gaze locked onto her behind and the ground behind them.

A purple liquid trailed along the cave floor—leading straight to her leaking pussy. Spyro's corrupted cum that was overflowing her vagina. That could be the reason why they managed to track them. It's because of her...

"Urk! There's too many of them! We can't fight them all!" Ember yelped when a male pounced on her back as it struggled to thrust his dragonhood and try to find the female's pussy folds.

For some odd reason though, the pink dragoness struggling to mate with her and for some reason, the pink dragoness found herself submitting to the male's advances and she was about to spread her legs and let him have his way with her when suddenly, a chilly blast of snow sent the dragon flying away, breaking Ember out of her trance and looking at Snowbird who gave her a worrying look.

"You okay, Ember?" The princess asked, helping the female get up and shaking her head.

"Yeah, I'm okay, thank you for helping," Ember panted out and she was surprised when the Soulless that surrounded them stopped advancing.

The other dragonesses huddled together, watching each other's backs as they look around at the unusual scene that was playing around them. The Soulless had surround them, but for some reason, they didn't made an effort on subduing them. It's as if they were stalling the females, and that was making Cynder and the rest really anxious.

"I'm scared... What are we supposed to do?" Hela whispered, moving herself closer to her friends.

"I-I don't know." Manta whispered back, glancing warily at the others.

Then, they felt the vibrations.

Their heads whipped around.

Something massive was coming.

An aura of darkness gathered beyond the curve of the intertwining tunnels, overpowering the presence of the normal Soulless that trapped the females.

The familiar figure of a once proud and chatty dragon, now turned a mindless beast move towards them with steps thundering with the will of darkness.

His once yellow scales now a dim version almost sucked in the light the glow worms emitted as the corrupted electricity guardian presented itself to the group. The tentacles in his back flailed wildly, pointing their tips towards Cynder that seems to sense the fluids that was still lingering in her pussy.

"Ancestors help us..." Violet mumbled, gritting her teeth as she looked at the guardian who was drooling at the sight of beautiful females just waiting to be bred. She looked at her companions who were at loss on what to do, and she took it upon herself to shake them off their dazed expression.

"Snap out of it, everyone!" Violet shouted, surging forward just in time to intercept a barrage of crackling lightning bolts. Dark shadows coiled around her, absorbing the brunt of the attack. Beside her, Cynder mirrored her movements, barely managing to hold back the sheer force of the Guardian's devastating power.

Then, as if responding to an unseen command, the Soulless advanced once more. Their hollow eyes burned with unnatural intensity as they swarmed in, their overwhelming numbers threatening to crush the already exhausted group.

Hela, Snowbird, Ember, Manta, and Aryia fought desperately to hold their ground, their defenses weakening under the relentless assault. Meanwhile, Violet and Cynder remained at the front, struggling to shield their allies from Volteer's paralyzing shocks—each crackling bolt forcing them closer to their limits.

But they couldn't hold out forever.

"We can't hold them off forever!" Aryia panted, pressing her back against the others, her feathers ruffled and trembling. "I'm scared!"

"Cynder! What do we do?!" Snowbird called out, launching a desperate blast of ice magic to slow the advancing horde. Frost spread across the ground, but the Soulless merely shattered through it, relentless in their pursuit. "They're closing in fast—we're running out of time!"

Cynder gritted her teeth, her mind racing for a solution. But with Volteer's relentless lightning strikes hammering against her defenses, she had no room to think, no time to plan. If she faltered even for a second, they would all be overwhelmed.

Then, her sharp eyes flicked toward the rear—toward the one path still barely unguarded. It was now or never.

"Listen!" Cynder gasped, her voice strained as she deflected another crackling volley. "There's only one way to stop this from spiraling out of control!" She hesitated for only a fraction of a second before making the call. "We have to split up!"

"What?!" Aryia stiffened, eyes widening in shock. "B-But who will—"

"I'll do it." Hela's voice rang out, steady and resolute.

Violet's head snapped toward her daughter, shock flashing across her face before it twisted into fury. "What?! No! Absolutely not!" Her shadows wavered, nearly collapsing under her emotional turmoil. Volteer's relentless attack pushed against the weakened barrier, but Cynder swiftly reinforced it before it could shatter.

"It's the only way!" Hela shot back, her golden eyes blazing with determination.

"I won't allow it!" Violet's voice cracked, raw with desperation.

"I said I volunteer!" Hela snarled, stepping forward. "I'm not a hatchling anymore! This is my decision, and you are not allowed to come back for me!"

Violet froze. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at her daughter, caught between the primal instinct to protect and the crushing reality of their situation.

A heavy silence hung between them—until Manta stepped forward. "I'll stay with her." Her voice was calm, unwavering. "Don't worry, I'll protect her." The white feathered dragon saw movement from her side and judo throw a Soulless who managed to sneak its way to them while they were distracted.

"I'll stay here too!" The pink dragoness had a certain glint on her eyes, looking at the horny male dragons around her, specifically at their flailing tentacles and slightly changed tools. The others didn't noticed this and just assumed that she was there to help them save the day.

Violet looked at her daughter, worry etched deep in her expression. She had been outvoted—there was no changing the outcome now. Swallowing hard, she placed a firm paw on Hela's shoulder. “Promise me you'll survive. Okay?"

Hela gave a determined nod. “I will."

They embraced tightly, neither wanting to let go, until Aryia hesitantly joined in, wrapping her wings around them. “Good luck, sister..." The feathery dragoness whispered, her voice trembling.

Hela gave her an encouraging smile. “You too."

"Alright, everyone. Get ready!" Cynder's voice cut through the moment, urgency rising in her tone. Her protective dome flickered, cracks of energy sparking through the shadows as Volteer forced his way in with his lightning-charged tentacles. She gritted her teeth. “On my command, we break through the crowd with everything we've got and head straight for the temple!"

The team nodded in confirmation, bracing themselves. Their plan was set—one group would flee, while the others would hold back the horde, ensuring their escape.

The moment had come.

Taking a deep breath, Cynder dropped her barrier. "NOW!" she roared, unleashing a shockwave of dark energy.

The battlefield erupted into chaos. The dragonesses surged forward, slamming into the corrupted males with a flurry of magic and sheer force. Claws clashed, fire and ice streaked through the air, and within moments, Cynder's group broke free, leaving Hela, Ember, and Manta behind to hold the line.

"You want a fight? You got one!" Ember snarled, rearing back before releasing a massive firestorm that engulfed the advancing Soulless.

Hela, her eyes glowing with magic, intercepted any dragon attempting to take flight, slashing through the air and clipping their wings with pinpoint strikes. The corrupted males plummeted back into the fray, snarling as they struggled to recover.

Manta moved swiftly, creating water chains from the moisture in the cave and subduing some of the Soulless that were closing in on them. She immediately looked at the ones who were able to move, snarling as her companions muttered something.

“We just have to hold out long enough…" Hela steadied herself as the next wave of enemies closed in.

---

The three dragonesses were fending off Soulless one by one with surprising efficiency. Though, they were still outnumbered by a hundred.

However, as they did, a Soulless male seemingly had his eyes on the princess. With an unnaturally deep growl, he shoved the surrounding males that tried to bar him and leapt towards her. He landed in front of the stunned Hela and aimed his snout and tentacle at the dragoness, catching her by surprise.

"What the-- Oof!" Just before the tentacles hit her, a pink blur covered her vision and she was pushed aside, making the tentacles hit whoever stood there instead of Hela.

"Ember!" The dragoness looked in horror as the Soulless that was supposed to subdue her managed to get the pink dragoness under his hold.

He then wrapped his slimy tentacles around the female dragon's body as its slimy tentacles pulled the dragoness to his embrace, pushing her with her ground against her back as the male pushed his tongue in between her maw, effectively silencing her as he rubbed his abnormally large cock against her pussy.

"Hmmph! Hmph!" Ember struggled under the Soulless' hold, only going limp a few seconds later as the female found herself enjoying the unusual stimulation that the male was giving her. A few more males joined the fray, enticed by the smell of a horny female while others were still focused on the still able dragonesses that were in the fight.

“Ember!" Manta shouted, bracing herself to leap to her friend's rescue.

Before she could do anything, a massive figure plowed into her. Searing pain exploded down the side of her flank as she was slammed to the cave floor. She cried out in surprise as the Soulless began to pile on her.

One by one, the horny corrupted dragons took off her armor in a chaotic fashion while the female shouted curses and tried desperately to break free from their hold. It wasn't until later that she was completely in the nude, her feathery body vulnerable to the wiles of the many as she glared at them and growled.

Her warnings were never heeded though. As the males began to grope and lick every inch of her feathery body, the female screamed for help from her other friend who was still able.

Her maw was then occupied by a Soulless suddenly kissing her, pushing his very long and slimy tongue through her maw and way past her throat, almost making her gag but managed to held the impulse back.

'Ugh! I hate this!' Manta thought as she could feel the male's slimy tongues coating her feathers with their corrupted fluids. 'Disgusting...' she shivered, though something felt weird with her pussy as a different kind of wetness began to build from her hidden entrance, seeping into the surface and quickly saturating the sensitive part.

'W-why are they even touching down there...? ...Why... does it feel so hot..?' she shivered more as her feathers began to soak up her liquids and made them more slippery, causing the males to grab and grope at them more vigorously.

Then she gasped and a pleasurable moan escaped from her. A certain dragon had found her pussy and indulged her pink folds, making the female a tad bit wetter from her unintended excitement. She instinctively moaned when the male started eating her out.

'G-Gah... Get away from me... you brute!' Her weakened muscles barely did anything to stop the male from going in further. Added to the fact that the males piling up on her made her escape next to impossible as she was subjected to their advances, her fate sealed with them screwing her.

She closed her eyes, denying the pleasure that ran up her spine as the male that was kissing her pulled his tongue out from her maw before shoving back in, all the way to her throat as her whole body jerked up and her eyes shot wide.

"Hrrkghk!" Tears began to swell in the edge of her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks as she felt the corrupted fluids from the dragon seeping into her.

The corrupted dragon that was eating her folds had managed to hit her sensitive nub, making her tremble with arousal and dread, hoping her other companion that hadn't fallen would be able to save them.

"...!" Manta's eyes shot open when she felt the grips of another corrupted male somehow finding his way to her ass. She could feel him groping, prodding her tail hole with his claws until he inserted his long, slithery tongue to make a nice coating inside of it before he went in with his tongue, stimulating her with his corrupted fluids.

'F-Fuck...!' She mentally cursed. 'Why is he... not there... that's unsanitary!' Manta cried mentally, realizing what he was trying to do. She tried her best to convey her feelings of disgust. It didn't work. Her struggles became more desperate as she used any of her remaining strength and thrashed wildly against her assaulters.

It was for naught.

'Oh gods… It's in!' Manta trembled when the male successfully rammed his tongue inside her, twirling around the entrance before it darted inside to coat its walls with its corrupted saliva.

'Please... don't fuck my ass please!' Manta shook her head pleading helplessly as tears freely flowed from her eyes. 'Please not my asshole!'

Then the dragon started going fast, quickly stimulating the female's sensitive regions and bringing more arousal into her. She bucked and thrashed against her aggressors as her muscles spasmed, clenching around the male's tongue that was violating her and releasing even more of her female fluids.

"Ahhh!"

She squirted right into her defiler's tongue that lapped every drop, feeding into their lustful wants. After a few minutes of nonstop foreplay, she could feel the dragon slowly retracting its tongue, which only made the female sigh in relief.

She hoped it was all over, though she was sorely wrong.

When the two males finally retreated from her maw and anus respectively, they pulled away and exposed her glistening, juicing wet body and asshole.

They then forced her into a position where she was forced to lay with her back facing the ground, eyes fixed on the soulless in front of her. And as if some silent command was given out, the male that once ate her out mounted her, lifting her hips up in the air.

She shook in panic, seeing that the dragon's member wasn't normal. It seemed that the only thing that didn't change about it was the colour. The appendage was also a lot bigger and thicker. But instead of a cock head it had a whole tip, and from inside, she could see small tentacles wriggling out, seeping in an oily substance that would help him sheath his weapon and propel himself into the awaiting prey faster.

She was beyond horrified as she felt his length starting to poke her clitoris, then her pussy as his tentacle penis moved downward, beginning the mating ritual of corruption.

"Please don't put it in!" Manta pleaded. Her crying was drowned out by the aroused moans of the other dragon that the other males were doing.

But it was to no avail. The horny Soulless heard and saw her protest, but chose to ignore them in lieu of having his own fun.

He pushed further in, probing and searching for her entrance, and when he found his target, he slammed himself all the way through in, making sure every inch of him was well buried deep within the female.

"AHHHHH!!!" Manta shouted and squirmed as a mixture of pain and pleasure was brought forth upon the initial penetration, the unexpected burst of pain almost instantly replaced by pure ecstasy when she could feel every inch of that cock stretching her.

As it throbbed, more corrupted slime was injected into her vagina, travelling downwards through the passage and soon seeping into her womb, making the dragoness shiver, yet she was too late to respond with a verbal protest, as a Soulless's corrupting slime had already seeped and integrated itself into her lower, most fertile part, beginning the process of impregnating the female and making her suitable for egg making.

And, like with all corruption, the females would adapt in due course.

"Nooo..." Her voice droned out with hopelessness as she could hear the squishy sound of flesh slapping against each other whenever the male penetrated her pussy, his unnatural thickness and length scraping all the sensitive areas of her vagina and making her walls spasm erratically around its huge length as it gradually buried itself to the base.

It hurt at first. There was no doubt that the first penetration was something akin to being skewered by the biggest cock ever.

But as the dragon began his work, it all just went downhill. As the initial pain soon washed away, it was replaced by an odd sense of satisfaction.

"Don't... No... Please stop..." She groaned, which was a mixture of relief, embarrassment, denial and shame as she heard him snarl and watched as he leaned forward and licked his jaws. The very same tongues which had kissed and ravaged her throat. The very same tongue that stimulated her private regions and made her submit to it.

"St-St-Stop- Mmgh!!" Her protests were instantly silenced when the same sloppy, corruptive kiss came, her tongue being massaged and poked, tainted and moistened by his corrupted juices.

This continued for a few moments until the dragon had had enough playing around and had grown irritated with the female that kept squirming and mewling every now and then, crying and spouting rubbish at him for him not to do something so disgusting and horrendous and untoward.

The corrupted male decided to punish the dragoness for the misbehaviour by using a unique spell from the very same power of the Dark Master, Malefor. It wasn't a long nor flashy spell. In fact, the spell was quite a simple spell in comparison to the advanced magic the infected ones could cast with ease.

It was an incantation to produce an aphrodisiac that could increase arousal. It was designed to make its subject obedient to the wielder's wants, which was precisely the same reaction he wanted. He was pleased when he saw her struggles cease almost immediately and her maw widened ever-so-slightly.

From thereon, there was little to nothing else in the way, for he began to unleash himself inside the restrained dragoness, her muffled, sensual cries further encouraging his sexual fury. With every powerful thrust that was meant for impregnation and to crush her cervix and penetrate her sacred egg-making organ, her squeals increased in pitch and his snarls turned into howling, signaling his climax and victory as her abdomen grew ever so slightly larger with seed.

"Mmm-hmph! Hnnnggaaaa--Mmmngah!!" She couldn't scream at the immense pleasure and pressure in her stomach anymore when she felt more and more corrupted slimes injected into her, this time seeping into the far deepest part of her womb, or at least in her knowledge.

The combined heat from her nethers and the heat generated from the seed slimes squirming in her egg-making organ was so good. Almost too good.

And as the corrupted male proceeded to flood her even more, the feeling of wanting something even further was starting to become more than just an impractical dream.

Her world was shaking, the indescribable, overwhelming heat and pleasure surging down there, giving her a kind of euphoric ecstasy she'd only experienced in her past fantasies.

She watched as other Soulless pushed the male off her as they wanted their turn to breed the female.

Without waiting a single beat, he then spread her legs with its tentacles and lined his length up before entering, a hot and fluid sensation filling her, making the female cum several times instantly and making the other dragon watch her cum face, completely aroused with her instant release.

He made sure every drop of his cum had hit their mark and her own orgasmic fluids didn't leave her, before backing up and letting the other males take her as they wanted her.

"Pu-Pleaseee... haa... Stooooop~! Aaaah! ~" Manta gasped for breath after being kissed in the middle of her protest and rode to orgasm while impaled on the first male's length. Her face contorted into one of complete bliss as another massive load filled her to the brim and her walls sucked in what they could, squeezing him for every last drop of essence.

A groan slipped her lips and she moaned out in mindless desire as a second Soulless used its tentacles to hoist her up into the air, settling down underneath her, and then with his incredibly long girth, he slid in next to the other and her inner walls spasmed wildly.

"I can't anymore... Ahh! Ummf!"

His length was not nearly as thick as the first male's, but with them both thrusting and grinding their hips, Manta's whole lower half was thoroughly filled with a sort of uncomfortable, tight warmth.

"Haaaa...~! ahhh-uuugh-... P-Please st-st-mmmngaaaaaaah!" Her scream was stifled as her tongue lolled out again. With one male shoving its mouth into hers while the other behind was beginning to force her into another orgasmic rush, her only options were to suffer it and accept the lusty corruption spreading throughout her system.

Each climax was accompanied by a dizzying pulse of the darkness growing in her lower body as the two continued fucking the shit out of her.

Manta was feeling incredible amounts of heat, arousal and pure unbridled ecstasy the likes of which had never graced her before and thus the moment she reached her orgasm.

She couldn't help herself and just lost her reason altogether, releasing the purest moan her corrupted partner ever heard. Her eyes glazed over as she released pure white juices from her already squirting snatch all over his girth, just as the male reached its own end, planting her hard against its lap and spraying an unearthly amount of seed within.

The combined intensity of their climaxes, along with the corrupting properties, reduced the teal and white feathered female's consciousness to practically nonexistent. With their seed constantly firing and flooding her snatch, Manta found herself succumbing to an intense brain rotting pleasure.

---

Hela was tired.

Her sore limbs and relentless elemental breathes had taken a toll on her body as she felled wave after wave of Soulless. Not only that, there was also the corrupted Volteer who was just as relentless as her.

His attacks were oddly weak compared to when he tried breaking free of her and Cynder's barrier. She doesn't know why he was holding back right now, nor how he still has the intelligence that made him different from the rest of the Soulless, but one thing's for sure, there was bound to be problems when she gets captured.

"Hrrkghk!" A barely audible voice reached her hearing and as Hela turned to look at her companions. Her eyes went wide when she took in the sight of Ember and Manta now being defiled with the Soulless that managed to subdue them.

"Ember! Manta!" She stood still for a second, looking at the situation before her.

The pink dragoness was already a lost cause from the beginning. Having no one to keep her in check like before, she was bound to succumb sooner or later to those horny males that wanted nothing but to mate with any female they could find.

"Ah! Yes! Breed me!" Ember said as she was forced to accommodate a submissive position. With her upper body lowered to the ground to the best of her ability and with her backside raised high for the males to see, she found the rough treatment they were giving her very exciting.

Males swarmed around her, sniffing and prodding and pushing. They nipped and licked the smaller pink-scaled female, some thrusting into the air and squirming against each other in search for some hole to put their cocks into.

When one particular male found her genitals and buried his tongue inside, the female's cry of pleasure and after a while, occupied her pussy hole with his cock as he went hump-happy, thrusting hard and had confirmed she was happy to oblige.

Her slutty performance had not gone unnoticed. Three males grappled her tail, struggling to gain the higher position while others tugged at the spines along her back to guide her face where they could mate with it.

Ember giggled and squealed, squirming like an oversized, sloppy caterpillar. She writhed against their enthusiastic explorations until the first Soulless to arrive was fortunate enough to grab her tail and get beneath.

He huffed and grunted, shaking and thrusting in short, quick strokes until he worked himself inside, earning an elated squawk from the pink female.

Her maw was then being occupied by one of the corrupted dragons' cocks, as her hot, slippery lips gripped around his meaty pole that kept leaking corruptive fluids, keeping his member in place.

Ember cooed softly and happily swallowed the large cock that forced itself deep into her maw, sucking the tip with earnest when the cock was released for a few seconds and continued her work as it got fully slathered with a mixture of her saliva and the dragons cum, throbbing and beating as the dragon kept it deep in her throat before pulling out.

Breathless moans came out from her. As various fluids from the male doused her scaled muzzle, it became incredibly easy to take another thrusting length deeper and deeper past her throat without choking, and now her senses were completely overwhelmed.

More and more of them were starting to notice Ember's oral service, and the enticing smell of a fresh, submissive slut was drawing in quite a lot.

When the male pulled back his dick from her maw after filling it with his load, the pink dragoness screamed, wanting more.

"Oh! That feels good! Please, harder! Harder!" She cried as she felt the male screwing with her pussy thrusted faster, indicating that he was close to releasing his seed.

Just the feeling of being used as a breeding tool has been her dream ever since she had read the ways of mating from a certain book, and now she was here, actually being plowed and impregnated by a horny male with more coming from around her.

"Yes! Ah-- Hmph!" Her maw was later occupied when another Soulless used her maw. It was all but slobbering over her muzzle as drool escaped her, while at her behind, a third male had buried his head between her cheeks, thoroughly eating her out before inserting his tongue inside.

Another moan from her other side made her turn to look at Manta who was currently cumming hard against her assailant. His tongue lapping against her ear growling with need while the one under him continued to thrust his cock deep inside her pussy, nuzzling into the female's chest.

Their size difference should've hurt, considering that her much-smaller form was at least a fourth the Soulless' body size, but the dragon's corruptive fluids made things more pleasurable than painful, much to the dragoness chagrin, if she was showing any of it considering how she despised being fucked by strangers.

Her eyes were then locked to the two unusual cocks that thrusted in and out of her hole. One pushes in while the other pulls back, setting a rhythm of primal, instinctual mating.

The more she was penetrated, the better it felt. The more cum was used as lubrication, the more she became assimilated to her role as a brood mother for her aggressors.

Perhaps due to the overwhelming stimulation, maybe her instincts were acting up, or perhaps because the fluids of those males seeped and integrated a portion of its corruptive slime deep within her innermost parts, starting a metamorphosis process into something much less different, Manta seemed to start enjoying herself as she began to buck herself with the two dragon's cocks that had pierced her holes.

*plap! plap! plap!* Audible slaps filled her ears every time the two males would thrust into Manta's hole. The longer she looked at the female who was being railed by the two while countless males were waiting for their turn made her legs quiver at the implication of being bred by a couple of prime dragons.

She was almost entranced by the scene before her. It was then that a low rumble behind her snapped her back to the present.

She immediately sidestepped as Volteer shot a lightning bolt in her direction. However, that proved to be a mistake as she landed on a slippery purple puddle that made her fall to her side. With her tired body, she wasn't fast enough to get back on her feet. That's when the corrupted electricity guardian decided to take the initiative and pinned her on the ground.

"Hngg! Let me go!" Hela looked at Volteer straight in the face, devoid of emotion while his eyes had a foreign glint in them. Rather than the eager look that other Soulless were making, his was different, one which indicated that something was controlling the guardian.

"...breed." The pale yellow male muttered as the tentacles in his back darted towards the violet dragon, wrapping all around her waist and putting her in an ideal position for breeding. Hela tried to struggle the second he got off of her, but his tentacles were strong as it was tough.

'No... this can't be happening...' The violet dragoness looked down in horror and saw Volteer's thick purple member as he pressed the underside of it against her rump. He ground his groin into the cleft of her backside and sighed, a breath that sounded slightly distressed but content as he smeared his precum over her scales.

Before he could insert his unusually long and thick tool, the large dragon shocks her with his element, rendering the dragoness in a state of paralysis.

'G-Gack!' Hela gasped. She tried to move, but her body was wracked with static, unable to move within a single strand of muscle. She pleadingly looked at the electricity guardian who gazed at her with lust and desire. Drool seeped from his maw and landed on her muzzle, drawing his head near to her's as he leaned down purred.

Volteer's normally pale purple belly, a strange coloration for an electricity dragon, brushed her own. She could feel the prickles of electricity tingle on her belly as she shuddered. A slimy and surprisingly soft touch drew her attention back to the male's face and she inhaled sharply.

What drew her eyes was the unnatural sight of his tongue. Normally, Volteer's tongue had no tendrils upon it, but when she opened his maw, the scent and sight of the viscous stringy substance she recognized as the Soulless' excretion made her nervous.

Unfortunately for her, her paralysis made her movements slow and sluggish as her limbs fought to follow the signal, delaying the order. Volteer's mouth engulfed her own as she whimpered. The sound died to a gurgle in her throat as the thin slime entered.

Instantly, an electric surge filled her whole body and she jerked, an involuntary action. Hela's whole body began convulsing from the inside as her temperature spiked.

Through the fog in her mind, Hela could almost hear the warning sirens going off in her head. A distant voice, not of that of the dragon breeding her but of someone else.

Regardless, she was about to receive an extravagant charge directly in her body and she whimpered through the kiss in a mixture of dread and longing.

"Ckrurgh!" She yelped through his mouth as she felt the male begin to part her pussy lips with the tentacles of his length, rubbing the outer rims of her pussy scales, coaxing her into wetness.

His tentacles and dick were far more active as his maw. Her breath became heated as his tongue flicked the roof of her mouth and over her tongue. His thin tendrils, easily manipulatable and individually sensitive to even the gentlest currents, were teasing her most intimate of places.

They wound about the thick folds of her lips, occasionally slipping between the sensitive inner flaps, and whenever it did, her wings shivered and she emitted soft groaning noises in the back of her throat. Volteer growled happily, pulling back from the kiss while keeping his maw inches from hers.

The outside of her pussy, flushed red and slick from the dragon's tendrils, was pushed further open.

'H-He's gonna... stick it in!' Hela thought as she could feel the large dragon's pride heated tip a few inches away from her entrance. 'I'm sorry... everyone... I failed!' As Volteer plunged the thick tapered spike that was his cock into Hela's helpless cunt, he let out a long, low grumble of desire.

Hela felt it ripple in his chest against her belly as his throat emitted it. That massive barbed member pushed into the violet dragon's tight pussy, stretching it lewdly out to fit. Her entire body rocked as she shook in pain.

Lucky for her, he waited, settling down, his entire weight crushing her while he tenderly lashed her face with his rough tongue. That gave her some respite from the incredible pain of being split wide open on a monster member of someone whom she had respected and admired.

After a few seconds of waiting, the corrupted dragon resumed his thrusts. The tendrils around the violet dragoness' pussy helping her open and adapt to the male's mighty girth as they goad her clenching hole wider, caressing her passage and making her feel every minute movement of Volteer's length and the friction between their two bodies as he slowly expanded the female to his full width.

To Hela, it felt like an eternity of waiting, agonizing pain and mind-rending ecstasy that came when the large dragon finally penetrated deep within.

Eventually, the bulky length pushed its way all the way into her passage, grinding her inner walls aside with merciless need until her pussy was squeezed to its very hilt around the girth of the barbed intruder.

Then almost immediately, he withdrew his member back almost entirely and re-entered it once more, taking full advantage of the barbs and spines of his cock that made the dragoness revel in pleasure.

Hela would have reacted with massive elation, but with her still being paralyzed, she could only let out a gasp. With that single powerful thrust of his, the massive tool speared into her as deeply as it would go. Volteer huffed in obvious pleasure from her sudden reaction and the immense pressure he felt against his meat as her pussy spasmed in shock.

Slowly, methodically, with unrelenting, precise control, the former electricity guardian rutted the paralyzed dragoness below him.

He was grunting and snarling as he fucked her with insane vigour, pulling his long member free only to plunge right back inside without ever losing the first bit of depth he had acquired, driving his cock so far inside her that her lower lips would kiss the base of his shaft, suckling at the edge of its bulky flesh for every second it was left idle.

Hela's vision was slowly becoming hazy. While she can still remember what was happening with her body and her mind, her world was dominated by the pleasured moans coming from both her and her violator, coupled with the lewd sound produced around her made by her companions being ravaged.

The paralysis wore off a couple of minutes later. But by then it was already too late.

She moaned so loud the moment she was able to utter a sound. So loud in fact that it made the corrupted yellow dragon halt momentarily to look at her, before growling lustfully and smashing their muzzles together once more as he continued to fuck her.

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The three dragoness' fate were sealed, having been filled with the corrupted dragon's seed and turned into the brood mothers of their clutch. With no one to save them, they were at the mercy of the horde as the corruption festered into their flesh and bones.

Another moan, another wave of corrupted cum washed through the females' vagina as their belly bloated to the point where it was unnaturally big, resembling a balloon ready to pop as the excess fluids leaked from their bodies and into the floor.

As the final load of seed expelled from Volteer's penis, he abruptly pulled back and let out a content sigh, only taking a second to observe his work before observing the two other females who were buried in a sea of bodies.

'...'

Somewhere deep in his mind, something urged him to bring the females he and the other dragons had captured back into the temple. Without really knowing the reason, he brought the dragoness that the other Soulless' still had not finished breeding, albeit unwilling to part in this state, to the temple.

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To Be Continued