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CHAPTER 1

_ DEAL _

The first thought that came to my mind was that I was dead. There was no way I had survived that… that battle… And yet, I wasn’t.

Somehow, I was still alive.

The first thing I noticed since waking up was that a hood had been placed on my head, and that I couldn’t see anything.

Then, I realized that I couldn’t scream, call for help, or say anything, because a muzzle was binding my jaws tightly and I couldn’t utter anything that weren’t grunts, moans or whines.

I couldn’t hear anything either. Not because something was muffling my hearing, but because there was nothing to hear. The only thing that I heard was the beating of my heart and my shallow, muffled breathing.

I couldn’t even smell anything… No, that wasn’t true… I could smell something. It smelled incredible, of strawberry and chocolate, with a tinge of vanilla and candy. It was also musky and overpowering and it addled my thinking.

What seemed like some kind of firm and sturdy bad had been bound to my head, just above the muzzle. That was where that scent was coming from. I tried to shake it off but it was bound tightly to my head.

I tried to get up, but I found it difficult. Something was hindering my movements. Shackles had been clasped around my four paws. They allowed only short and simple movements.

Another chain was fastened to the collar clasped around my neck, shackling me to a wall. More chains, linked to the shackles binding my paws, chained me to the floor.

I could barely move at all. I couldn’t fly either. My wings had been bound with wing-casings that prevented me from using them and kept me safely grounded.

My tail was also chained to my collar. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I couldn’t use it all. It was useless.

It took my brain a while to figure out where I was: a cell. A prison cell. I was locked, all bound and shackled, in somebody’s dungeon.

At least it wasn’t cold and the floor was surprisingly warm. I was even lying on some sort of mat and I had even had some sort of cushion.

But… Why? Why would I be imprisoned? I didn’t understand… I didn’t remember...

Who could want me imprisoned? And why?

Suddenly, one word popped up in my mind: CYNDER.

Suddenly, memories came back to me, one bit after the other. Slowly but surely, I started to remember.

Cynder’s forces ambushed us in the middle of the night, right after we had just planned to storm a nearby fortress which had most of its garrison sent away to temporarily guard a newly-constructed outpost.

If we had won, we would have captured a huge supply of weapons and supplies. We would have finally been able to challenge Cynder’s forces more in the open and not limit ourselves to hit-and-run tactics and ambushes.

Unfortunately things went south before they even begun…

We never stood a chance. There were so many of them, and all of them were equipped with weapons, armor and magical breath much more powerful than mine. They were also all, physically, far stronger and better trained than any us, than me.

Every one of those dragonesses was going after me. I fought back as much as I could but I was quickly overwhelmed. I tried to escape but…

I couldn’t remember anything after that. I couldn’t remember much before that ambush either.

Our forces… the Apes… What had happened to them? Had they all perished? Did some of them survive?

What about Harmaul, my big friend, my big, most-trusted friend? Had he died?

What about Pyriar, my father figure? Had someone rescued him? He couldn’t escape by himself, with half of his limbs missing… Had he died?

I had no idea.

All I knew was that the battle had been lost. All I knew was that I failed.

That sad thought unlocked more of my memories, including my name. I was Pyroar, a purple dragon, the first purple dragon in ten generations, after Spyro. I was supposed to free the world from Cynder’s dark rule, after Spyro had been defeated so long ago.

I formed an alliance with Apes to do that, but how and why them, I couldn’t remember, just like I couldn’t remember how I got to become friends with Harmaul, or why I considered Pyriar to be like a father figure.

I couldn’t even remember how Cynder’s forces found us, how they knew where we were, but it didn’t matter anyway.

I failed...

That thought, the reality of it, should have hit me like a boulder rolling off a huge slope, but… somehow… it didn’t.

I didn’t even feel devastated, broken, crushed, or feel like a defeated adversary at all. I didn’t even feel humiliated…

I felt… normal, kind of. I definitely didn’t feel too sad about it.

It was so weird. I shouldn’t have felt like this.

So why did I? I wondered about that. I also wondered why I hadn’t been killed yet. I had just remembered Harmaul telling me that if Cynder caught me she would kill me in a heartbeat.

So… so why hadn’t she? What was she planning to do with me?

My question was answered when I heard a muffled noise coming from outside. No, it was multiple noises. They were coming from somewhere outside my cell and heading towards my direction.

They sounded like heavy and quick paw-steps, and I could hear the very faint clink and clank of armor and metal.

Guards. A whole group of them.

They stopped right in front of the door of my cell. I heard the sound of keys fitting into a keyhole, turning with a loud CLANK and then the door swung open. They quickly entered the cell and came straight for me.

I should have felt scared, terrified. I should have tried to defend myself somewhat… and yet I didn’t. I felt strangely calm as they surrounded me.

I couldn’t see what they looked like but, despite the bag on my muzzle, I could tell they smelled of dragonesses. They also smelled mostly of strawberry and chocolate too, with a hint of spice, but nowhere near as strong as the stuff I was smelling in the sack.

There was no doubt about it: they definitely smelled like Cynder’s dark soldiers. They smelled all female. Not a single male was among them.

This unlocked another bit of my memory. I remembered that all of Cynder’s soldiers, for some reason, were all female. Nobody knew why or how that was.

I didn’t even remember them smelling so good…

“Can you hear me and understand me?” asked one of them “Nod if you can hear me!”

The moment those words were uttered, every single thought that I had in my mind evaporated, and was immediately replaced with a new one: “OBEY”

I couldn’t resist, or even try to resist it. It was impossible. I felt as if my entire life depended on it. I felt like I would die if I didn’t obey.

I nodded.

“Get up!” she then barked.

Once again, all thoughts about nor obeying were wiped from my mind within a single moment.

I got up on my four paws, not without some difficulty due to the bondage. Suddenly I felt paws grabbing me while the guards started working on the chains shackling me to the walls of my cell.

“Her Majesty, Cynder, The Goddess of Darkness, wants to see you right now!” announced the guard that had ordered me to get up.

She sounded exactly like what I always thought one of these dragoness sounded, especially when they were in charge.

Strong, powerful, confident, fierce, clear. A voice that didn’t tolerate nonsense, weakness, hesitation…

I couldn’t see her, but somehow I could feel that she was stronger, taller, heavier than the others. Her scent was also much stronger, to mark her higher status even further.

It was only then that my addled brain processed what she just told me.

Cynder wanted to see me? What for? What did she want from me? I didn’t understand...

“Now listen, little purple dragon” she half-said, half-growled “You have no idea of the honor Her Majesty has bestowed upon you with by seeing you…”

I was pending on every word she was saying. My mind had shut off everything that wasn’t her words.

“So, if you value your life, you will NOT throw it away by making her wait, understood?” she growled, so close to her that I could feel the tip of her muzzle a few inches from mine “Nod if you do!”

I nodded again.

I didn’t understand why, but I couldn’t muster a single thought that wasn’t obeying this dragoness. I could even muster any feelings that wasn’t complete and utter obedience.

“You WILL be on your best behavior and you WILL not make us waste time. Understood?”

I nodded.

Why was I behaving like this?! I don’t remember having ever been a meek, submissive type. Why was I letting these dragonesses bully me around, and why was I starting to feel so weird about it?

Or had I always been like this, and that’s why I let them do that…?

“The chains snaps taught… that’s two spankings”

“You trip…” she continued “that’s five spankings”

“You fall… that’s ten spankings”

Her tone hard, unforgiving, unyelding. And yet… her scent seemed to be getting stronger with every phrase she spoke.

“You slow down on purpose… that’s twenty spanking”

“You growl… that’s fifty spankings”

I didn’t know why, but the thought of spankings made me feel incredibly weird, as if my body was exited at the prospect of getting spanked.

What was going on? I had never felt this way! Or had I…? I didn’t remember…

“You fight back… that’s one-hundred spankings…”

“You’re late… You won’t live long enough to regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

I nodded.

“Good” she said “Move!”

That was all the warning I got before the other guards were pulling me by the chain fastened to my collar to drag me out of my cell, as if it was nothing more than a leash.

For another moment, I thought about resisting, standing my ground, pulling back… anything that wasn’t letting these guards do whatever they wanted with me.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t even try to hold onto it. The thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Instead, all I could think was: “OBEY”.

It was even more irresistible, even more impossible to challenge, as if not just my entire life depended on it, but many others too.

And so I did.

I meekly obeyed and allowed the guards to drag me out of my cell.

I tried to move as quickly as possible, but it was so difficult to move with all of these shackles and all that gear. They severely hampered my movements and more than once.

WHACK! WHACK!

“HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Suddenly I felt pain explode from my rump. It stung, it stung really badly. I had never known spankings could be so painful.

“Move!” barked the guard in charge again.

I tried to keep up, but I couldn’t walk fast enough. I had never walked all shackled like this. The hood, the bag weren’t helping me at all.

WHACK! WHACK!

“HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

I was spanked again.

I tried to quicken my pace but I failed once again and I was spanked again.

WHACK! WHACK!

“HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

They used something strong and sturdy to hit my rump with. It hurt so much. Fortunately, the pain didn’t linger for long. After just a couple of seconds it disappeared.

It was then that I remembered that purple dragons like me had far superior healing abilities than other dragons.

Unfortunately, the guards seemed to know this, and they took full advantage of it, by whipping with brutal ferocity and not holding back at all.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

The guard in charge didn’t seem to care at all that I was forced to endure such brutal spanking. All she cared about was arriving in time. All she did was barking at me to move every now and then.

As time passed, the situation didn’t improve. I kept getting spanked ferociously. I tried to keep up but it was impossible to move quickly with all this bondage gear…

As things weren’t bad enough, the weird feeling that I felt never went away. In fact, it seemed to get worse every time I was spanked.

Eventually, we reached a flight of stairs. My rump was already sore and I could feel my cock peeking out from my slit.

“You know...” one of the guards behind me said “I’m starting to think he likes being spanked…”

“You only figured it out now?” answered another one and they all laughed out loud.

I felt outraged, but only for the briefest of moments. I couldn’t get these thoughts to stick in my mind for more than a second, before they were wiped off from my mind.

A new thought propped into my mind: “DRAGONESS IS RIGHT”.

It was powerful, so intense that, not only it forced me to agree with it.

No… it wasn’t just the collar. I had a feeling that… my body knew it was the truth without needing any help. The collar was just forcing it to tell it like it was… well, more like showing it…

“Look!” said the guard and she spanked me just this time though right where my slit was.

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

I screamed in pain and fell down, barely avoiding hitting one of the rung of the stairs with my head.

“Told ya!” laughed the guard.

I felt rage and humiliation course through me, but only for a brief moment, before it was replaced by one thought:

“DRAGONESS IS RIGHT”

The thought once again occupied my mind before any other thought could. It consumed me. It seeped into my mind, my muscles, my nerves, every bone of my body.

She was right. I liked it. I liked being spanked.

Suddenly, I felt… I felt my rump rising up, while the rest of my body was remaining to the ground. I started wiggling my rump a little.

I wanted more.

“What a fucking slut!” commented the guard behind me, before she started spanking mercilessly.

I felt pain, but I also felt a lot of arousal. A loud moan of pleasure escaped my bound jaws, eliciting more spankings from the guards.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” roared the guard in charge and the guards stopped spanking me immediately. I also lowered my rump immediately.

“You’re members of the Order of Darkness, the highest order in the world, on official Empire duty! Get a hold of yourselves!” she lashed at the guards, her voice containing the rage of a thousand storms “You’re the best dragonesses, the best warriors that ever walked these lands! Behave like it or I’ll have you stripped of your ranks! Got it?!”

“Yes ma’am!” answered the guards in chorus, feeling very much chastised and ashamed.

“And you…” she growled, putting one of her strong paws on my head, pinning it to the ground and applying pressure to it.

“I don’t care how much of a pain-slut you are. You will not make Her Majesty wait and you WILL NOT make ME arrive late! Do I make myself clear?!” she finished in a crescendo of rage and anger and increasing the pressure on my skull with every word.

I felt pain and shame course through me, like I probably had never felt before. I felt terrible for what I had done. I wished the ground would swallow me.

My cock though was of an entirely different opinion, as it refused to go back into my slit. In fact, it peaked out even more.

I let out a pathetic whine.

“Will you be a good dragon and behave?”

I let out another pathetic whine.

“Will you walk faster?”

I let out a third pathetic whine.

“Will you stop walking like a newly born hatch-ling?”

I let another whine.

“Will you NOT embarrass me?”

I let out a last whine.

Only then, the guard removed her paw from my head.

“Get up!” she then ordered.

(...)

“We’re here” announced the guard in charge.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It had been a very long journey. I felt as if I had walked to the other side of the word. Cynder’s lair seemed endless.

However, I didn’t get to enjoy that feeling for long, because she was on me in an instant.

“Be on your best behavior from now on” she hissed “No more chains snapping shut, no trips, nothing! Or you’ll pay for it…”

I gulped before nodding.

Throughout the entire trip, the guards escorting me had jumped at any opportunity to spank me, hit me, as well as making vulgar comments about my rump and what they would do to me given the chance.

I tripped several times because of the bondage gear and that had slowed us down even further, making the guard in charge even angrier with me.

That, however, hadn’t been the worst part of the trip.

At one point, because of all the spankings I had to endure, my cock had completely come out of its slit. A fact which hadn’t escaped my escort who used it as another excuse to spank me, or make even more vulgar comments about it, and had made the guard in charge of me madder still.

No matter how hard I had tried, it just wouldn’t go back in. The stuff I was smelling made sure I was constantly aroused, and I loved getting spanked so much…

More than once I accidentally leaked on the floor, and the guard in charge had forced me to lick it off the floor, making us lose even more time.

Instead of embarrassing me, it turned me on even further, so much so that I kept leaking on the floor even harder and they had to spank me on my cock to make sure I didn’t leak anymore.

Everywhere we went, I felt the hungry stares of the other guards stationed at the lair on me, especially when I was forced to clean the floor, and that didn’t shame me one bit.

I didn’t understand. What was wrong with me? I was pretty sure I had never acted this way before.

Had they put some kind of curse on me or some kind of cursed artifact on me? But… I had a feeling that didn’t entirely explain my behavior.

I heard the guard in charge of me talking to other guards. As usual, she told them that “Her Majesty, Cynder, The Goddess of Darkness” had demanded my presence and that they were escorting me there, like she had done every time we had to enter another room of the lair.

As usual, I had no idea what these guards were or looked like. All I could tell was that their scent was much similar to those of all the guards we had encountered, but much stronger. The scent of the guard in charge of me was as strong as theirs too.

It took me a while to figure out why. These were elite guards! The guard in charge me was an elite guard as well!

But that also meant one thing: it further confirmed that we were definitely getting closer and closer to where Cynder was waiting for me.

I should have felt scared, even terrified, but I didn’t. In fact, I felt kind of… excited at the prospect of seeing the dragoness that was my arch-nemesis.

Suddenly, my brooding was interrupted when I heard the doors in front of me open. They sounded much bigger and heavier than all the previous ones opened. Yet, they didn’t make any of the sounds I heard before.

They didn’t sound like doors from this world. They sounded… ethereal, like doors from another world.

I couldn’t even imagine the exquisite quality of their carving and decoration, or their height, weight or how magnificent, opulent and rich and… divine… they had to be.

When I was ushered in, even though I had been blindfolded, I still felt the extraordinary wealth and richness of the place on my paws.

The floor felt as if I was walking on the most expensive and sturdiest of diamonds. I had never imagined something like this was possible. The carpet I walked on was of such a high quality, and the patterns and decorations etched into them were so incredible, that they didn’t feel like they hadn’t come from this world. I felt as if I walked on elaborate fluffy clouds.

I felt as if I had just entered another dimension, not just another room or hall.

I immediately picked up two scents. Despite the bag on my muzzle, the first one dwarfed all the other scents I had picked up before, by a lot. Just one whiff was enough to make my knees buckle.

It smelled of chocolate and strawberry, but also of vanilla and lavender. It also had a strong feminine quality to it, but it was also so powerful that it made my body tremble with fear and arousal.

It was a scent that no mortal soul could ever resist, a scent no mortal creature could match: the scent of a goddess.

The other scent meanwhile… I could clearly smell the overpowering scent all over him, as if to smother it, but beneath all that, it smelled different from the others. It smelled spicy and meaty. It was the scent of a male dragon. Not just any male dragon, a very powerful one…

I knew immediately where I was, and I think I also knew who that first scent belonged to…

“Bow down!” hissed the elite guard in charge of me.

I bowed as low as I could and as much as the bondage gear allowed me. The thought of not obeying didn’t even cross my mind…

“Your highness” said the guard in charge, with the all the reverence of someone addressing an actual goddess “We’ve brought the purple dragon, as you requested”

“Thank you, captain Fira”

That voice sent shivers down my spine. It sounded like... well, it sounded exactly like an evil, all-powerful goddess would sound like, even down to the slightly sultry tone. I could feel the power radiating from her voice on my scales and even down to my bones.

“Any problems?” she asked.

“None at all, Your Highness” answered the guard in charge of me, Fira, was her name “The prisoner was very cooperative” she finished.

That answer shocked me. I thought I had done terribly, but I had actually done very well. I should have felt angry, but instead, I felt happy, very happy.

“Glad to hear it. You may remove his hood and muzzle”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

The moment the words were uttered, the guards removed the bag that had placed on my muzzle. Then, the muzzle came off and finally the hood.

My vision took a little bit to adjust, but after blinking a few times I was finally able to take in my surroundings with my own eyes.

I was in the Throne Room and, even though I couldn’t remember any of the throne rooms I had ever seen before, if I had, I was sure it was the most magnificent room that I had ever laid eyes on.

It really looked like a room from another world...

The floor was made of both crystal and diamond, so polished and so clean that I could see things reflected perfectly. It was also perfectly flat. Not a single imperfection could be found anywhere.

The carpet that I was standing on looked as if the most precious of tissue, of fur, the most exquisite of materials, the most intricate and elaborate of patterns, the most vivid of colors, had all coalesced into them, with a touch of otherworldly.

There were golden statues scattered at regular intervals, portraying a huge dragoness in several striking and dominating poses. They glowed and shined beautifully, looking as if they had been sculpted just yesterday. They looked so real they could spring to life at any moment.

The moment I looked at one of them, I felt as if the diamond eyes of the statue of the dragoness were looking right back at me, with that same dominant expression...

Each of statues also featured, right below her, a strong male dragon that looked at the dragoness with a faithful and adoring expression, like a pet would look at their master or mistress.

Right above the statues, were banners bearing a black dragon’s head sculpted inside a purple crystal. It didn’t take me long to remember that it was the insignia of Cynder’s army.

Unlike the carpet, they weren’t made of any fabric, but out of magic. I could tell it from the fact that the insignia moved inside the banner.

There were were also several glass windows, right between the statues, featuring the same dragoness portrayed in the statues. They depicted what looked like several episodes of her life, her struggles and her conquest of power in beautiful detail, as if they were a real-life chronicle of her life. Even more amazing was the fact that none of those images were still!

The walls and the columns were all as black and dark as the most beautiful of nights, bearing elaborate silver motifs, so intricate and complex, and yet so clear, like a starry sky.

I could see many precious stone nestled here and there, each of them giving off a pleasant glow. I could almost feel their pleasant heat on my scales.

Then, I saw the ceiling.

Right on top of many beautiful, smaller glass windows sat a giant MOVING fresco. What it portrayed shocked me: it portrayed the same dragoness fighting an epic battle and defeating a dark purple dragon that looked completely different from those depicted in the statues.

No... she wasn’t just defeating him. She looked she was... sucking his energy...?

“You may leave now”

Those words jolted me back to reality. I took one look in front of me and there she was. She was sitting, sprawled all cat-like, on top of a raised, magnificent, throne with decorations so impressive that it seemed as though complex patterns, tiny landscapes, entire scenes even, had fused together to create the throne…

Cynder, my arch-nemesis…

She sat under a magical, black canopy depicting beautiful star patterns that made me think I was looking through a window to the outer space...

She wore a beautifully-decorated set of golden armor dotted with stones, that made her look like a war goddess during a military triumph.

Chained to her throne, shackled with gold manacles decorated with black runes, wings bound with silver rings which also sporting black runes, wearing golden bridles on his head, a rune-covered, golden chastity belt on his groin and sitting on a pile of incredibly luxurious cushions and rugs, was a purple dragon, just like me; the same purple dragon I had seen on the statues.

Suddenly, I remembered who he was: Spyro!

But… That didn’t make sense! I remembered being told that he fought against Cynder and died! What was he doing here?! And why did he keep looking at Cynder with devotion in his eyes?

SLAM!

The double doors of the throne room slammed shut behind me, making an ethereal sound that no door from this world would make, shocking me out of my stupor.

I was now all alone, with my arch-nemesis, a purple dragon completely under her control, a body and a mind that didn’t work.

I was completely at Cynder’s mercy… and for some reason that thought didn’t scare me one bit.

“Welcome to my lair, Pyroar. I’ve been expecting you…”

(…)

“You may get up now”

I slowly got up, never taking my eyes off of her. I didn’t know why, but I was completely in awe of her. I didn’t remember having ever met such a beautiful dragoness. Not only she was beautiful beyond words, beyond thought, she also had enough power to match her beauty.

She truly did look like a goddess among mortals.

“I’m happy to hear you haven’t caused any trouble to my guards. I see the obedience collar you’re wearing is working wonderfully on you…”

So that was what they had done to me! No wonder I behaved so strangely, so submissively, and why I enjoyed being bullied and roughed up so much…

But wait… I remembered that obedience collars were supposed to be extremely painful to wear. They were supposed to hurt you when you had to obey them. Why wasn’t I feeling any pain…?

“I hope my guards haven’t roughed you up too badly. They haven’t had a chance to play with someone new for a long time, especially a purple dragon like you…”

Every single word she said was sending shivers down my spine, and not the kind one got when they were terrified.

“I can see that you didn’t mind it too much...” she said with a chuckle as she saw my erection “Glad to see my intel about your preferences wasn’t wrong…”

What? How… Oh no…

Only then, it dawned on me why I wasn’t feeling any pain: I wasn’t completely unwilling. No… that wasn’t true either. I wasn’t unwilling, period.

For the briefest of moments, I felt shame, before it was wiped off my mind by the obedience collar.

So, I hung my head, not out of shame, but because I had been caught and I couldn’t disagree with her.

“Awww… You have no reason to feel shame, little one” purred Cynder “Take a seat.”

The moment those words left her jaws, I immediately sat.

The desire to obey had been so powerful and so irresistible, that the thought of doing so didn’t even cross my mind, as if it was unthinkable. I hadn’t needed the collar telling me what to do.

I expected to sit on the beautiful carpet which led to the throne, but instead my sore rump met the most luxurious cushion that I had ever felt.

I had never known something so comfortable existed in this world. I already felt my sore rump healing completely, as if it had never been spanked at all!

“You should be proud” continued the dragoness “Only the strongest of dragons can tolerate my obedience collars. A strong dragon, like you...”

The moment she called me a strong dragon, I felt elation like I had never felt before. I felt as if the best living being in the world had given the best compliment I could have ever gotten, from the best creature in the entire world.

“Yes, only the best dragons, like you, don’t need strong, painful coercion to be led to the right way…”

I didn’t know why she was complimenting me like this, but I felt absolutely ecstatic. I had never felt so… acknowledged.

“The first purple dragon in ten generations, after Spyro...” she purred “And he has every quality that I desire in a slave: great power, stubborn will, trustworthiness, strong desire to protect, but most importantly… great submissive desires”

Those words jogged my mind, unlocking more memories, memories that I had never revealed to anyone, until now.

I remembered all the dark fantasies that I had… All the times I dreamed at night about a strong dragoness sneaking into my room, tying me up, dominating me and-

Wait – How did Cynder know about that?! I had never told about these feelings to anyone, except for…

“Such a brave, strong dragon…” she said, shaking her slender head “so much potential wasted on a futile quest, aiding those who don’t deserve it…”

What…? What was she talking about? And why did I have a sinking feeling in my stomach?

“Such a brave dragon…” she shook her head again “undone by those who he trusted… betrayed by those who he considered friends…”

The sinking feeling I had in my stomach was quickly turning into a bottomless pit of despair, and I still had no idea what she was talking about.

“Do you know the secret behind my success, little one? The reason why I was able to create such a powerful empire, maintain power for so long and no one has been able to challenge me?”

I shook my head, completely confused.

“It’s trust” she answered.

“Terraria, Ignatia, Cryonia, Electrona…” she continued “my daughters, my most trusted commanders, governors, allies. All of them are extremely brilliant dragonesses. They could have betrayed me any time, but they didn’t. They are extremely loyal to me, just like everyone under them... under me...”

That made sense, but I still didn’t understand where she was going with this.

“Everyone in my lair, in these lands, would give out their life for, especially... my little pet here...” she stroked Spyro’s head with one of her paws and he purred loudly.

I had no idea if I had always been this slow to catch on, or if the obedience collar was dulling my thinking. My body though seemed to have caught on to what she was saying because the bottomless pit in my stomach had gotten almost painful.

“Unlike Harmaul…”

… Oh, no…

I finally understood what she was talking about, and for once, I wish I hadn’t caught on.

Harmaul had betrayed me? No! He couldn’t! He was my most trusted ally! My best friend! He would never betray me! She had to be mistaken! It couldn’t be!

The collar was working overtime to calm me down: “CYNDER IS RIGHT” “DRAGONESS IS RIGHT” “ACCEPT IT” but it was still too painful to accept, as if a part of me hurt too much to accept it.

“Shhhhhh…” said Cynder “It’s okay, little one…”

No! It wasn’t okay! I didn’t feel okay! I felt terrible!

I was too busy trying to weather the whirlwind of emotions inside me, that I didn’t notice something clamping down on my muzzle.

“There…” Cynder said “That should calm you down…”

Before I could ponder what she had bound to my head, I smelled that beautiful scent from before. Strawberry and chocolate, with vanilla and a bit of candy too... I felt myself calming down already.

“My, my...” purred Cynder “Already fond of my scent, aren’t you?”

What? Oh no... It couldn’t be! I opened my eyes and, unfortunately, it was. She had put what looked like a paw-boot on my muzzle! One of her paw-boots!

That was what I had been smelling all along... that was what they had made me smell to calm me down... That was what I had been enjoying...

I thought it was some kind of drug... It was her scent!

“Now, now... Don’t feel embarrassed” purred Cynder “It’s perfectly normal to feel this way. My pet Spyro for example can’t get enough of it. He gets sad if he can’t smell my scent...”

Spyro wined in response, to further confirm her point.

I wanted to feel embarrassed, but I couldn’t, at all and the collar wasn’t doing anything at all. I couldn’t even think about being embarrassed. I couldn’t feel even a tinge of shame.

It really was the most amazing scent I had ever smelled. How could I feel bad when I was smelling something so amazing?

I felt myself calming down immediately, my whirlwind of emotions, long forgotten, as if it had never happened.

“Well... since you enjoy my scent so much…” said an amused Cynder “I think I’ll keep the boot on you and I’ll continue. It even suits you. II think your muzzle was made for it…” she finished with a chuckle.

She was right. My muzzle seemed almost made for smelling her paw-boots. It was as if it had been crafted not just to be worn… but for that purpose too.

“As I was saying… the Apes never made for good allies. When I was still pretending to serve under Malefor, Gaul, the Ape King at the time, wanted to betray me so that he could take all the glory all for himself”

I looked at her, not even blinking. That boot, and the collar, was making me pend on her every word, as if she were the sole truth-teller in the entire world and if I could trust every single word she said, no matter how painful it was.

“I was lucky that my dear Spyro killed Gaul and crippled the Apes forever before they could become an actual thorn in my side…” she purred, petting Spyro’s head one more time and making him purr even more loudly.

“Just like Gaul wanted to betray me… So Harmaul wanted to betray you, little one…”

She then let that sentence hang, to make sure I processed it. That truth should have hit me like a bomb… but it didn’t.

I felt… I felt as if… deep down… I knew…

I remembered now that, lately, Harmaul had seemed a bit distant and cold… But I would have never imagined that he would betray me!

“You’re lucky you fell into my clutches before it was too late” she continued “or you would have suffered a horrible fate: killed by your own mentor…”

This did come as a huge shock to me, this time. Me? Killed? By Harmaul?! My greatest ally?! It couldn’t…!

“You see, the Apes were starting to really trust you” she continued “Even his hated brother Haural, was willing to join your cause. You were about to achieve something HE had never done before: actually uniting the Apes”

I felt shocked again. I had actually done that? I didn’t know! I never even knew about Haural. I remember Harmaul telling me that he had no interest in fighting Cynder.

He never told me about this…

“He knew that if that actually happened, you would become their leader, and no one would have need for Harmaul anymore…” continued Cynder “He grew jealous and vindictive. That’s why he decided to betray you… to kill you…”

I… found it hard to believe! I remembered him being vindictive and spiteful, I also remembered all the fights and arguments we had, lately, but going so far as killing his one chance at saving his own people and he world…

“I know it’s tough to accept, little one…” said Cynder, sounding suddenly empathetic “but it’s the truth”

She then materialized a huge cluster of light purple crystals out of nowhere, which hovered just in front of her.

“Here… take a listen for yourself…”

She pressed her paws on the cluster. It started glowing and humming and all of a sudden, I heard voices coming from it.

“Is this really necessary?” grunted a voice that I recognized immediately: Harmaul.

“The word of an Ape means nothing” spat another voice. It was a dragoness. I didn’t know who she was, but she sounded so similar to Cynder “If you’re serious about this, you will blood-sign this”

I immediately realized what the cluster of crystal was: an Echo Crystal. It recorded voices nearby.

It never lied.

“We’ve already signed the fucking agreement!” complained Harmaul “Why do you need this?!”

“As I said, the words of an Ape mean nothing” repeated the dragoness (who Cynder told me was Terraria) “a blood-pact is the only way to make sure you will not break our deal”

“This is ridiculous!”

“Do it, or the deal is off” threatened the dragoness, in a cold voice that was one of the most intimidating things I had ever heard.

A long moment of silence followed those words. For a moment I thought the crystal had stopped playing.

“Fine…” conceded Harmaul.

More silence followed. I then hear noises that I couldn’t identify, before the voices resumed speaking.

“Do you promise me you will capture Pyroar, the purple dragon?” asked the dragoness.

“I do” growled Harmaul.

“Do you promise me you will hand over Pyroar to us, ALIVE?”

“I do”

“Do you promise me you will cease this futile rebellion at once?”

“I do”

“Do you promise me you will pledge loyalty to my mother, Cynder, The Goddess of Darkness?”

“I do”

“Do you promise, never again, in any way shape or form, foment rebellion against our rule?”

“I do”

“Do you promise to hand over to us any one of your race who wishes to fight against us?”

“I do”

After that reply, suddenly, the cluster stopped glowing and humming.

I should have felt crushed, destroyed, broken… but once again I didn’t. Instead, I felt as if every thing started to make sense.

Why Harmaul wanted not to attack, why he behaved the way he had done, why Cynder’s forces knew where we were and what we were planning…

But that didn’t mean that I was happy to hear that… far from it, in fact. I felt as if I had been physically stabbed in the back several times and I didn’t like it at all.

“It’s now that that I don’t entirely understand him…” said Cynder suddenly “He knew your attack had no chance of succeeding. He knew it was pure madness and that it would lead the Apes to ruin.”

For a brief moment, I felt insulted and offended. But then, guilt seeped in, thanks to the collar.

I was leading the Apes to a war they couldn’t win, risking their lives for a lost cause. I was willing to throw their lives away for nothing.

I felt terrible.

“Don’t feel bad, little one” said Cynder, in the way a mother would console her hatch-ling “It’s not your fault. You were just doing what you thought was right”

“It’s all Harmaul’s fault. He started a rebellion he knew was doomed from the start. He refused to surrender when we asked him to. He brainwashed you into supporting him. He’s the true responsible for this, not you, little one…”

Hearing those words dissipated the feeling of guilt forming in my stomach, but I still felt terrible.

“There’s no excuse for what he’s done. Especially for wanting to kill you…”

But…

It just occurred to me that Harmaul had agreed to bring me back alive! Nowhere had the other voice said that he had to kill me!

What was she talking about?

“As an extra precaution, we had a little Echo Fly follow Harmaul, to make sure he wouldn’t try anything funny.”

Echo flies…

They were living, bug-like Echo Crystals who could record what happened near them just like their crystal counterparts.

I remembered how terrified we were of them. How hard we had to make sure there weren’t any.

Just like their crystal counterpart, they never lied.

“Here’s what he told to Haural, when he thought we weren’t listening…”

She tapped the crystal once more, on a different part of it, and I heard more voices.

“YOU BASTARD!” screamed a voice that I had never heard before “I knew it was too good to be true!”

A brief moment of silence followed.

“I’ve always know you were a back-stabbing piece of SHIT!” screamed the voice again “and now, HERE’s the proof!”

I heard an audible spitting noise, and then the sound of someone getting hit while restrained.

“Shut up” growled Harmaul. He sounded different from the voice before, very different. He sounded like a different person “For once in your fucking life, keep your mouth shut”

“I knew all those speeches about how you were gonna free the Apes from Cynder’s tyranny and usher a golden age for the Apes were a load of bullshit!”

Harmaul didn’t answer.

“I knew you were gonna sell us out! You fucking traitor!” screamed Haural, before getting punched again.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll rip out your tongue…” growled Harmaul. He sounded dead inside, but I could feel that wasn’t the case. There was something wrong with him.

“You sold us out and for WHAT?! To keep the fucking throne for yourself!” spat Haural again, literally and figuratively.

More silence followed. Then a slight chuckle.

“Don’t laugh, traitor! You wanted to keep the power! ADMIT IT!” screamed Haural before getting punched again.

“Shut up! I have no power anymore!” spat Harmaul “Haven’t had it for a long time! That fucking purple lizard stole it from me!”

“GOOD!” roared Haural “You should have never become king in the first place! I told you would lead the Apes to ruin! You are a traitor and a fool!”

“Yes…” answered Harmaul “I was a fool. I was a fool not to kill that fucking lizard the moment I laid eyes on him. I was a fool to let him steal my power from me and doing anything to stop him…”

“And do you think surrendering to Cynder will win you back your people?! Huh?!” taunted Haural “Make them accept you again?!”

“No…” answered Harmaul.

A long silence followed that answer.

“They will never accept me as their king again. They will kill me, when they find out about this…”

More silence followed as Haural was too stunned by Harmaul’s decision to answer.

“W-why are you doing this then?!” he then said “Because you lost your fucking mind?!”

He chuckled at that.

“What’s so fucking funny?!”

“Nothing. I was just thinking about the old days when I would die for my people and I thought they would all die for me…”

“They fucking ARE! And you betrayed them-”

“WRONG!” screamed Harmaul, punching Haural one more time “They betrayed me! They betrayed me when they decided they’d rather follow a purple lizard instead of their one true king! After everything that I’ve done for them!”

“They are way smarter than you!” raged Haural. He was starting to slur his words a bit as the beating were starting to take their toll. “They’re the last stand against Cynder and you’re condemning them to death!”

“So?”

Another long silence followed that question.

“They’re still traitorous bastards. A people like that doesn’t deserve to live!”

“How dare you?!”

A brief struggle followed Haural’s words, followed by more beating, grunts and screams.

“You wanna know the real reason I sold them, and that slimy purple lizard to Cynder, dear brother?”

Haural didn’t answer.

“I’ve been thinking long and hard. If I can’t lead the Apes anymore, after all that I’ve done for them, and I still can’t do that even by siding with Cynder…………… If I have to go down, then I’m gonna take them down with me!”

He laughed hysterically.

“And what better Ape to make an example of… than my scumbag, traitorous brother?” he said, spitting the last words as if it was a vile curse.

Haural tried to yell something, but he couldn’t get any words out before Harmaul punched him.

“If it wasn’t for YOU, I would have never needed Pyroar! If it wasn’t for YOU, we would have been able to challenge Cynder a long time ago!”

Another moment of silence followed. I could hear a distinct sizzling sound.

“If it wasn’t for YOU, I would still be king!”

“W-what are you do- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

An ear-splitting scream followed that, along with more sizzling sounds. Was Harmaul… burning his own brother?!

If it wasn’t for YOU, I would have never needed to betray the Apes!”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

If it wasn’t for YOU, we might still had a chance!”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“It was YOU who fucked up the night of the raid! If it wasn’t for you Hyurul would still be alive!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“It was YOU who suggested we save that purple lizard! I should have punched you in the fucking mouth instead!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You like that purple lizard so badly?! Then you can join him in the Other-world! Him and his fucking cripple friend!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You deserve each other… You’re both weak! Even that fucking cripple friend of Pyroar – what was his name – Pyriar – didn’t cry this much when I chopped him up!”

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Fucking waste of meat, air and life! Fucking useless! All he did was eat and drink at our expenses! And he was still better than YOU!”

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Cheer up, brother. At least you won’t live long enough to see the downfall of the Apes…”

“FUCK YOOAAA-”

Suddenly the voice cut off, and the crystal stopped glowing. Everything was silent for a really long while.

“You see?” said Cynder “You aren’t the only one Harmaul betrayed…”

I stared at the purple crystal, hoping it would swallow me whole and save from this nightmare.

(...)

“I never wanted you dead, little one. Harmaul, in a last moment of madness, killed his brother, Pyriar and… If it hadn’t been for me, you too”

I was barely listening to what she was telling me. I felt darkness consuming me. Not even the boot and the collar could hold it back.

“The coward tried to escape during our assault, but don’t worry, he was caught. He will get his just punishment”

That didn’t cheer me up one bit. I felt tears flowing down my eyes and they wouldn’t stop falling.

Pyriar was dead. The dragon who had saved me, cared for me, taught me everything I knew, been like a father figure, was gone and he would never come back.

I felt a huge part of my soul had been ripped apart and destroyed and the remained of it was now crumbling away.

“I’m so sorry…” Cynder said, sounding truly sympathetic “that we couldn’t save your friend. By the time we found him, it was too late” she finished by shaking her head.

I sobbed loudly. Pyriar was so kind, and caring, and loving and trusting. And now he was dead. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“The things Harmaul did to him… that the Apes did to him…” she added “to replicate my magic… were beyond gruesome. He didn’t deserve any of that…”

I sobbed loudly again, not even caring about what she was telling me. I felt so sad that my body threatened to break at any moment.

I was the one who brought Pyriar to the Apes and they killed him! If it wasn’t for me, Pyriar would probably-

“It’s not your fault, little one” said Cynder, as if reading my thoughts “You couldn’t have known…”

I suddenly looked at her, and as the moments passed, I could hear her words completely banishing the darkness that engulfed me.

She was right. There was no way I could have predicted any of this. I had nothing to do with what happened to Pyriar. I just wanted to save him.

I saw her in a new light. I didn’t see my arch-nemesis anymore. I saw my savior, the dragoness who had saved my life, literally and figuratively.

“This is why I brought you here, Pyroar…” she continued “so that I may not lose another dragon”

She then rose to her full height, basking in the light, looking like a goddess of night.

“I’ll make you an offer: Join me. Become my pet”

I stared uncomprehending, unsure if I heard her right. Pet? Did she say pet? Me? Her pet?

The moment I heard that word, “pet”, I felt my body tingling all over. It felt so giddy, so happy, as if it was what it had been waiting for all of its life.

“You will live a pampered life forever. You’ll never know hunger, thirst, want, worry, danger, fear, betrayal anymore, only pleasure, bliss and happiness. You’ll find great purpose in life, you’ll have a bright future ahead of you. You’ll have powers beyond your wildest dreams and all you have to do is to submit to me…”

I stared at her, uncomprehending. A life of eternal bliss? A great purpose? It sounded amazing, but… Great powers too? How would that work?

“Spyro!” called the dragoness. The dragon immediately perked up and stood to attention, in the way a soldier would to his superior.

“Be a good dragon for Mistress and show Pyroar here a little bit of your fire breath”

The moment words left her mouth, Spyro let loose a torrent of purple flame right across a glass window that opened just before the flames hit it.

“Watch, little one. This is what ten generations of being my pet has done to him...”

I stared in awe. It was the most powerful fire attack I’d ever seen. I remembered that my flame breath couldn’t even come close to a tenth of that, even when I put in everything I had. It also lasted for several minutes. I couldn’t even manage 15 seconds...

“Good dragon! Now show me a bit of your electricity...”

What? Electricity?! I thought dragons couldn’t breath electricity…

And yet Spyro did just that. Producing a bolt of electricity that was more powerful than lightning, bending it and twisting with a control that I had never thought possible.

He didn’t seem tired or exhausted either. He seemed like he could go on like this all day.

Then came Earth and then Ice. Each one of them was a demonstration of pure, raw power that I would have imagined only in my wildest dreams.

I remembered, from the stories that I heard, that Spyro was very powerful, but I would have never realized he could wield so much power...

“And that’s not all. Ever since he submitted to me, he’s gained plenty of new powers that he didn’t have before. Watch...”

And I watched as Spyro showed me how he could control Poison, Wind, Shadow and Fear, powers that even a purple dragon was never supposed to have. Not according to the legends at least...

“See?” purred Cynder “All of that power... will be yours. You’ll become as powerful as my dear pet Spyro, and all you have to do, is submit to me… I’ll even tell you how it works...”

As she let that sentence hang, she got even closer to me now, and her scent was getting even more overpowering.

“Every time I siphon your powers... I’ll let you eat me out soon after...” she half-purred, half-growled, ignoring my shocked expression “so that a tiny bit of my power goes to you. And what little I give you... is far more than what you had before...”

“At first, you won’t feel that much difference” she continued “but as time goes on... you’ll be every bit the powerful dragon you were meant to be...”

I looked at Cynder, then at him. He nodded.

“As for the pampered life… well, I don’t think you need more proof than what you’re already seeing with your own eyes, right?” she said with a chuckle.

She was right of course, I didn’t remember ever having seen such concentration of wealth and luxury in my life. This room looked so luxurious that it seemed like it shouldn’t exist in this world. No way the rest of her lair wouldn’t be as wealthy…

“And finally… I’ll help you avenge Pyriar. Harmaul may have been defeated, but the Apes are still at large, plotting, scheming. No doubt they’ll elect a new chieftain and they’ll try to wage war against us again. You will help me stop them, once and for good…”

That phrase, more than anything, sealed the deal. I knew Pyriar wouldn’t have wanted this, but he was dead, murdered by the very same people he trusted. The Apes tortured him and Harmaul killed him.

They had to pay!

“A most generous offer, wouldn’t you agree?”

As she said those words, she removed the boot from my muzzle. I stared longingly at it, until I got a full whiff of Cynder’s scent.

The overpowering, beautiful scent of chocolate and strawberry, vanilla and lavender, with such a powerful, feminine, ethereal, aphrodisiac quality hit me like an avalanche and turned my mind into mush.

“Do you accept?” asked the dragoness.

I didn’t even need the collar to tell me what to do or lead me to the right way.

“I... I accept” I said feebly.

Mere moments after those words left my mouth, I felt strong paws grabbing my head and I was looking right into Cynder’s hungry eyes.

“I knew you’d make the right decision...” she purred “You’re one, beautiful, smart little dragon…”

That was all the warning I got before she kissed me. Her tongue slid down my throat, effortlessly, occupying every inch of my mouth, of my throat, claiming them for herself.

I don’t remember having ever been kissed. I didn’t even know if this was the way dragons kissed of if this could actually qualify as a kiss. But… I liked it. I really did.

I didn’t know what to do, but before I knew it, I found myself moaning and kissing the big dragoness back.

She tasted so good… of chocolate, strawberry, vanilla and cream. She also kissed so well... I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted it to last forever…

However, after several long and blissful moments she broke her kiss, her maws hanging wide open and panting a little.

I stared at her panting myself, longing for more...

“Good dragon” she said “Now, It’s time to seal the deal…”

And with that, she presented her exposed left hind paw to me.

“Worship it…” she growled.

I looked at her paw, unsure of what to do at first. I had never worshiped anybody’s paws before.

And yet… suddenly... all of a sudden, I found myself moving toward it, jaws opened wide and tongue hanging out, like a starving animal.

I licked it. Then i licked it again, and again and again. First slowly, but then quicker and quicker. At first, only bits of it, but then the whole thing.

It tasted of chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, and even a bit of candy, the same scent of her boot, but even stronger.

I had never known paws could taste and smell so amazing. I had never known they could be so alluring.

Every time I licked, I wanted to lick more and more. I literally couldn’t stop. My body kept craving more and more of it.

“Good dragon…” purred Cynder.

I was so busy worshiping her paw, that I didn’t notice that the obedience collar that I wore had been removed and another collar had been clasped around my neck until I heard a loud CLICK!

“This golden collar proves that you belong to me, forever…” purred the dragoness “No one can remove it, not even me… Not that I’d do it, even if I could”

As she said this, the collar started humming. I managed to realize that it was the same collar Spyro, before every single thought that I had, disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Everything in my mind had been replaced with just one thought, one image, one thing: Cynder.

Every single feeling that I had was replaced with feelings of unconditional love for Cynder. I loved her so much that she was the center of my universe. She was my godess, my world, my everything.

I loved her so much that I had to worship such a beautiful thing, submit to her wholly and completely.

I renewed my licking of her paws. I was no longer licking mechanically. I was licking with pure passion and lust. Even though I had no idea what I was doing.

“Such a good pet…”

I looked up for a brief moment and there she was. She was a goddess and she had chosen me to worship her. ME! My heart melted when I looked into those beautiful eyes.

I started purring loudly, but I couldn’t stop worshiping her paw, or she would be displeased.

I was too busy worshiping her paw that I never saw that the shackles I wore had come off, and had been replaced with golden ones, sporting the same runes as my collar.

Then bridles came, attaching themselves to my head and muzzle, like a beast of burden.

“Just like your collar…” purred Cynder “your shackles and bridles can never be removed…”

I purred so loudly that I almost growled. The thought of never having my bondage gear removed excited me to no end. The prospect of being bound by her was so appealing to me.

Not only she owned me, she now owned my body too, and I loved it. I loved it so much...

Then, something clamped down on my groin and I felt my cock retreating back into its slit on its own.

It was a chastity belt, the same one Spyro wore.

“Your sexual life now belongs me. You will cum only when I allow it, and when I want it. You will fuck who I want to, and I will fuck you whenever I want to, and you will like it. Always...”

My reaction to this was to growl harder and louder. Despite my cock withdrawing back into its slit, my pleasure hadn’t diminished, in fact, it kept rising. I could feel it pushing hard against the belt already.

She owned my mind, my life, my body and now my sexual organs too. She owned me fully and completely. It was the best feeling in the world…

“You will never disobey me, defy me, argue with me or doubt me. You will obey every single order i give you and you will obey enthusiastically, without a shred of hesitation...”

I nodded, while continuing to worship her paw.

“Your life belongs to me. I own every inch of you, every thought you have.”

I nodded.

“You will live for me. You will put me, my needs, my desires, above all else”

I nodded.

“You are now my pet, my slave, my toy, a member of my harem, to be used however I please. No matter what I do to you, you will like it”

I nodded.

“You love me... and I love you...” she finished.

Those words had the effect of a huge explosion on my psyche. I could feel it shattering in a million pieces.

However, instead of lying broken, I could feel Cynder’s magic rebuilding it at lightning speed, remodeling it, rebuilding me, to suit her own needs.

I was being reborn.

When it was all done, I was no longer Pyroar, the purple dragon destined to defeat Cynder. I was Pyroar, Cynder’s purple dragon pet...

I belonged to her. I loved her. I adored her. I worshiped her.

“It is done” announced Cynder. Suddenly a short chain appeared from my collar, slowly elongating itself, until i was bound to Cynder’s right foreleg.

“Spyro!” cooed Cynder as she stood up and put her boot back on her paw “Come forth and greet my new harem member…”

As she said this, the chain binding Spyro to the throne came undone and it started leading the dragon straight to Cynder, in the way a leash would.

He trotted happily, his manacles not hindering his movements at all. He also wiggled his rump a lot in a very seductive way.

The moment he reached me, he started nuzzling me. I wasn’t taken aback, or shocked. In fact, I was happy. I was so happy that he was welcoming me with open arms, and that I didn’t have to gain his trust, like I had done with the Apes. I nuzzled right back.

“Okay, that’s enough greetings Spyro…” cooed Cynder again “My pussy is feeling so unloved right now… Why don’t you take care of that?”

Spyro immediately broke the nuzzling and buried his snout right in Cynder’s groin, licking, sucking, kissing and growling loudly.

“Good dragon…” growled the dragoness. The moment those words left her mouth, straps hidden in her armor extended themselves and bound Spyro’s bridles, binding him to her crotch.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and I felt jealous.

“Don’t worry, little Pyroar” growled Cynder “You’ll have plenty of chances to worship my pussy. Now come forth. Let me show you to your new life...”

I nodded and happily followed her.

My new life had just begun...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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