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Before we begin this tale of adventure and romance there is a small tale that must be told first, one of Spyro's childhood and how he got into this predicament in the first place. Spyro was born out of the normal Dragon cycles of mating, an orphan, and so grew up with no other young Dragons around him, only adults. At first this was great as it meant he grew to be kind and smart for his age but as he matured this quickly lost its charms for female Dragons live else where and only join up with the males once every so many hundreds of years as is the "Dragon cycle of mating." Any unfortunate Dragons born outside of this cycle would have to both deal with emotional isolation of having none to empathize with and an even greater pain.

The desire to mate in Dragons is intense and all consuming when they are young and while this does slowly die down to a flicker any young Dragon born out of cycle would have no females and none of his age to breed with for such an agonizing amount of time. At first, he tried to ignore it but it grew and grew for the first couple dozen of years into something painful so then he sought out other methods, the first was his own hands but while he could temporarily blunt his claws he could not soften the rough and unforgiving scales that would ruin any attempts of rubbing.

Other methods too fell flat from grinding himself on the grass and finding it not pleasing enough at all to stretching in order to reach his most needed self with his mouth but this got as far as one lick before the entire concept of his taste overpowered his desperation. One day while he was young, hard as a rock might I add, and bored he sat watching the sun set when he heard a noise, a bleat, turning to find a Ram was doing his duty in a nearby flock of Sheep that often roamed all over the Artisan worlds. At first, he was met with embarrassment but that soon got taken over with curiosity, as he crept closer as quiet as he could his unforgiving erection fought him along the way and there as the sun set he watched them unknowingly learning for the first time how sex and mating truly worked. Even though the Ram was selfishly taking care of his own needs Spyro found he could empathize with his pain, it was here as shameful as it is that the wind turned to send the passing scent of this animalistic act over him causing him to spill his seed right there in the grass without even the grace of touch! Ah but it was too small and sudden, a drop of relief in a desert of frustration but it at least made him aware of what he was doing and thus he returned home before any of the adults caught him staring at the wildlife.

It had been a few years since then. All the while the fires inside him burned just as hot but he had grown at least an increasing tolerance to its cruel sting. Even still, as he sat watching the moon rise like normal he could only sigh and wonder how many more years, decades or centuries even, before the next cycle of mating would come about and if he could even hold out till then before it drives him to madness. Just as he was about to get up to see if could get some sleep he spotted something in the distance that was small and white, a Sheep, by the looks of the small stature combined with the lack of any horns a Ewe in fact. Strange to see one completely alone so late at night and with no flock nearby either... . She seemed to be standing there barely awake, lazily chewing some grass without a care in the world... an image flashed in Spyro's head, an idea, a seed of what could be, the idea was small but perverse and so very taboo but by the Elements did his erection jump at the concept. The entire world seemed to stop for a moment, the wind dying down too, as if giving Spyro center stage to his thoughts and while he sat there till the moon started to hang low in the sky staring and watching that Sheep he decided. He will end his pain this night.

He got up. Suddenly aware of how stiff his body was leaning on a rock all night but some quiet stretches later he was ready, dropping to the ground and creeping forward as silent as he could he was worried the Sheep would hear the sound of his hammering heartbeat more than his footfalls. As he got closer he found she was far more sleepy than he first saw. Her body swaying slightly on her legs as she kept herself just barely awake,

"Hmm that grass must be somethIng special to be out here so late" he thought to himself while his eyes wandered to her tail end. Once there found the sleepy swaying of her body to be almost like a sensual hip shake, calling him to continue his perverted act of need. He sat behind her while she was not even aware of her impending fate trying to see more in the moonlight, but between the raging fire between his legs and lack of sleep decided to throw caution to the wind and grab her hips. Lifting her up easily to get a better look and despite expecting a bleat or kick instead got nothing that made him question if she was even awake for a moment. That question quickly answered however by the two moonlit, wide eyes gazing back at him in the darkness that was staring almost in shock as if even the most lowly of animals was about to judge him for his decisions. Not wanting to soul search in her strangely beautiful eyes he instead focused on the point of this meeting, it was small with black skin peeking out between all the white wool that fRamed it beautifully to him like a shrine, nay, a key to his worries. Lowering her back down a tad but firmly grabbing her hind leg he moved his hand to raise her tail, allowing the moonlight to shine more clearly and highlight every curve of her folds, every soft valley and plump hill that was her sex. Spyro lost all control.

He moved forward led by his instincts, reinforced by years of frustrations till his nose met her sex only for the scent to destroy any higher thought he had left! It was musky and raw but still so feminine with a sweetness that caused him to drool just as much as his erection all the while the hunger deep inside him roared back to let go off thinking and get in there and so, he did. His nose dug into her as he breathed her existence into him but when that too was not enough he moved his tongue into place without care. Finding the taste to be just as heavenly as her scent while all his ravenous drool helped ease movement and open her more allowing him to search her deeper to find every crease. Every small drop of her own unwanted arousal was like the sweetest nectar as he mistook the little gasps of breath for her approval rather than her shock. A drop of drool slipped and landed on the tip of erection causing him again to be aware of how much he needed her, standing up on two legs and moving to spear her however caused that small flash of his kind heart and foggy mind that had nearly been consumed by the lusty inferno to get a word in first. Needy but now thinking more clear he instead grabbed her hips and pushed hard on her back causing her to move into position while at the same time he ground his erection onto her sex allowing a mixture of pre-cum and drool to cover everything. All the while he indulged in the soft, warm texture of her sex as it both comforted the heat and ignited it to a boil. He had taken too much time already and could not wait any longer either as he took a step back allowing him to naturally line up with her, and then, took a lunge forward spearing her deep in one glorious thrust that broke the lifelong dam of need and lust that he had been holding back! It was almost too much of him, let alone her, as he could feel everything, every twitch of her insides, the heat, the moisture, like hot sticky velvet trying to crush him it removed any attempt he had to hold back. Not that he wanted to stop in the first place as he thrust as hard and wild as he could, all but deaf to her bleats and gasps he only listened to the song of her insides as it massaged him so deliciously but just as it began, it ended, since his body was finally sated it did not wait and let loose every drop of his cum deep inside the Ewe. All the while he just grabbed and hugged that soft wool as he pumped his heat straight into her.

Collapsing on the floor but still deep inside her he pulled her to him like a living warm pillow and wrapped his arms around her. Spyro did not want this to end nor did he want to stop at doing this once and so with a sigh, before sleep took him, he told her simply,

"I am so keeping you." A simple statement but one with immense weight that he had not yet realized.

As he woke after the best nights sleep he had every had the memories came flooding back but something was missing... .the Sheep, with only a puddle of shame in her place and a small drip drop trail of fluids leading away, it caused him to feel something new that was between a craving and a new need for more. Getting up he started to follow the trail with a slight limp, a more than fair punishment of the sins of yesterday. He found that the trail ended close by the pond but just as he was ready to give up he heard the sound of several Sheep just over the hill. Even though as he sneaked to the top he wondered how he would find his Sheep again in a group of many, he found the question to be soon answered by the off color sticky spot that she had missed on her tail... .

The rest of the Sheep scattered as the purple Dragon came charging in to tackle a seemingly random Sheep to the ground. He knew better as now close enough he could recognize her scent, those eyes shining so strong in the sun like they did in the moonlight too. But before he could think of what to do or how to make a Sheep into a pet he had morning wood to solve and far too much excitement from last night flowing into him causing him to simply grab and push her into place and with barely a mouthful of spit given as courtesy. Smashing his way inside her to find his seed from last night still there he figured the Sheep could not clean her insides as well as her out it seems. Really this should have disgusted him or shamed him but it gave so much grease to the giving that he could push it deeper than before, allowing his knot to bump into her sex on every thrust, while the adrenaline fueled him further. He no longer cared that he was doing this in a public place or in the daytime no, he needed this Sheep, he needed this sex and he was going to take it, take her, as much as he liked till all the years of frustration flowed out of him... even if he barely lasted a few minutes before giving her the second taste of Dragon seed.

Just as he was pulling out with a pleasant sigh a green flash streaked across the world that unknowing to Spyro yet froze all the adult Dragons in green crystal by the evil Gnasty Gnorc. The timing perfect as unknown to Spyro one such Dragon was mere moments away from turning around in the distance and seeing his taboo act. Still, a curse by any other name is still a curse. One Spyro would have to solve himself as he travels the world but not alone no! He had a warm, fuck able pillow that he would make great use of. Luckily there would be no adults to judge him too at least and so ends the first day of Spyro's adventure, a woolly adventure indeed.

It was a lovely day in the Artisans with the sun shining and the air clear as it always is but something was not quite right to the point that even Spyro could notice as he walked through the grassy fields with a stained Sheep on his back, it was far too quiet and despite being nearly noon there was no other Dragons coming and going as usual. Arriving at the pond, a beautiful set piece of marble with twin waterfalls that like all the Artisans architecture seemed to be too grand for the rural area it was built in, Spyro easily grabbed the Sheep off his back and dropped her into the shallows. Speaking simply,

"I dunno if you can understand me but clean yourself... .and do not make a fuss, I am much faster than you," with that turned to look at the green crystal statue sitting close to the pond, it seemed familiar to him but he could not put his finger on it until he walked closer where it suddenly started to shake and smoke before exploding into a hail of green pebbles to reveal... a Dragon?

"Delbin? Why was you a statue?", Spyro asked more confused than he had ever been,

"Ah Spyro my lad thank you for the rescue. That no good Gnasty Gnorc somehow used a spell that has frozen all the Dragons in crystal while his evil minions steal all the gems in the realms, you must stop him."

"But why me? I am not even an adult yet... ."

"For some reason my lad Gnasty's evil magic does not affect you and so it is you alone that... must... ." But before Delbin could continue he could only stop and stare at the incredibly soggy Sheep pulling itself out of the pond before walking depressingly over to Spyro's side and sitting on the ground with a wet splat that caused Spyro to flinch a bit. His eyes moved from Spyro, trying to keep a straight face and look everywhere but forward as his scales darkened in a blush, to the Sheep sitting on the floor looking almost defeated.

"My lad have you been terrorizing the wildlife again? I told you that a Dragon must not harm the animals unless we need food or magic, not for pranks."

Spyro's eyes widened a little,

"Oh ye haha pranks ye, of course but no see the Sheep eh... for some reason keeps following me about so I eh... ehm tried throwing her... it in the pond so it will leave me alone haha dumb animal... ." Spyro could only blurt out while the Ewe sat staring deep into Spyro's very soul but before Delbin could continue, "Right so 'Nesty Norc', gems stolen, save Dragons, got it right OK bye!" As he picked up the Sheep and ran, laughing, straight to the nearest warp gate where he threw the Ewe in despite its bleats and jumped in after it. Delbin could only stare for a minute longer before shaking his head and wondering if Spyro was really up to the task but one thing was for sure, being trapped in crystal was not the strangest thing about today so far.

Spyro landed with grace as his wings allowed him to glide down to the ground while the Sheep luckily landed on Spyro's back but even then she was not quite sure if Dragon's scales was softer than stone.

"Darn warp gates are never perfect but at least they never put you too high up, eh Sheepy?" Spyro said to the fluffy package on his back as walked forward to take in the sights. There was green little goblins running about with sacks of gems while piles of gems was left all over the place too. He sighed at all the work he had to do with this one realm let alone all the realms in all the worlds but being a hero has its perks surely and how bad could it be when he has warm little pillow with him he thought but when he turned to look at her she was gone... again.

"Fast little thing ain't she," he thought to himself but by standing on the nearby hill easily found her talking to the biggest Ram he had ever seen in his life and as he approached she backed off while the Ram stepped forward with horns lowered, a challenge?

The "challenge" lasted around two seconds before Spyro charged straight into the Ram and sent it flying with maybe a little too much force as his Sheep stood amazed, the mental image of Spyro as a Ram defeating the alphas for her rights flashed in her mind for a second before she closed her eyes and shook it off. Opening them she was met face to face with Spyro again but this time the look on his face was different, a blend of anger and sadness almost as if she had disappointed him somehow. It left her with a confusing feeling deep down.

The pair walked through Stone Hill as the oddest couple you could imagine, him easily defeating all enemies while she lazily picked up any gems that they passed in some attempt to keep him happy but every chance she had looked for an escape only to find Gnorcs or more and more freed Dragons, each one giving some advice or thanks but also very odd looks to why a Sheep was following Spyro around the place or why he was at times protecting her. Hours had passed at this point and the sun was setting on this stressful first step of the adventure but it had its own fair share of fun moments plus Spyro had one thing to look forward to that he had never had before, a mate, yes to be fair not the most willing or thrilled of one but every animal has its place in the world as the elders say. Before he could return home with his Sheep and a chest of holding full of gems she tried one more escape attempt and this one was her first big mistake for when he had pursued her through entire groups of Gnorcs and other enemies only to find her on the beach of all places she could only give one Sheepish smile before he grabbed her, walked his way to the nearby fields and throw her down a well.

Luckily for her the well was fake and at the bottom of the small fall was a sandy treasure room complete with grand chest and baskets of gems but not so as lucky for her was the fact there was no way out of his room other than the magic whirlwind that only Dragons could use. Before she could feel trapped however Spyro landed next to her causing her to quickly turn to face both him and his erection that signaled her fate for this night. Rams are never gentle, nature is never gentle, so why would a Dragon be she thought to herself as she considered her options for a moment before turning around with a sigh and taking a defeated bow away from her apparent master for be it Ram or Dragon both felt all the same in the dark so she might as well try to go at her own pace.

Spyro was amazed that he only had to step forward with erection visible for his Sheep to present herself to him with no hesitation,

"Maybe she is finally OK with all this." He thought as he approached to lay a hand on her soft rear. Gazing once more at her most intimate of areas he was thankful this well had enough light to let him fully see his most appreciated of treasures, he took a step forward to place a second hand on her rear and his snout to her sex for just a moment as he took in that scent, still so raw, but dulled by the bath earlier today before bringing his tongue to her. Her taste was something he could not get enough of, musky and raw that matched her animalistic place in the world but with this slight sweetness of a female that Spyro craved so dearly, she too liked this part at least as it was gentle with the warm drool providing far more give to the acts that followed than her own body would in such a short time but just as she was mentally thanking Spyro's tongue work his own painful erection caused him to withdraw, leaving her sensitive to the cool air for a moment but she knew what was coming next.

She never quite understood this dance that Dragons seem to do. The small steps as they graze needy flesh on flesh, the hugging before finally taking a step back and pushing forward with strength great enough to push her hooves deeper into the ground as her legs threaten to give way. While he worked in strain to fit things together she started to think of the differences between Dragons and Rams, partly to get her mind off what she was currently doing, and she did realize that unlike Rams who go straight to the mating to get it done quick the Dragon's way was less painful and intense somehow, not that she would know really. She was often a bit of an outcast among the flocks, always wandering off, eating too much, getting too close to the Dragons not to mention staying up too late which altogether caused her alpha Ram of the flock to never give even so much of a passing glance as he pushed his pick of the well behaving Ewes to the side and mounting them hard enough that the cries could be heard several flocks over. That was supposed to be her role in life as a Ewe bit it never did look fun, her memories was interrupted for a moment as Spyro's thick knot struck her roughly snapping her back to where she was and what she was doing or rather who. A Dragon... . these creatures was older than the land they stand on while having secrets of magic that other animals only wished they were able to understand all the while shaping the land, sky and all things under it to their own liking. Far more interesting than some Ram or Ewe who only exist to trim the grass or be food for others by far... .another rough strike broke her daydreams again while causing her to become aware of the warm pants above her and how she had started panting herself somewhere along this perverted dance.

Spyro was in heaven as he gripped or stroked that deliciously soft wool while he mated, she was so warm, fit so snug around him, that he knew he was not going to last long but then again had no obligation to either as he lowered himself down to rest more of his weight on her shoulders and take a longer breath to relax. Instead of helping him to unwind however he instead found himself getting annoyed as memories of all the troubles his Ewe had caused him today came to greet him in length and in turn caused him to grip her a bit tighter as his erection twitched seemingly in agreement. Spyro gritted his teeth as he felt a greater relief coming and so sped up while the sounds of his Ewe sighing and panting below him washed away any shame he had left.

She was panting heavier now from the weight of him leaning on her but also for how long he takes which by far outpaces any Ram she could think of when finally hands started to grip her sides a bit tighter and his thrusts sped up before coming to rest as deep inside her as he could push. All the while she felt his cum, thick and so hot fill her once more. It should of been pleasant if not for her lack of say in it but with the knowledge he is finally done she let out a sigh and waited for him to dismount... then waited a bit longer before something felt off or rather something still felt too hard inside her, just as she was wondering if a male even could go more than once he pulled out to rub his sticky erection along and over her sex causing her front legs to give out but instead of falling with her Spyro adjusted his weight onto his own legs and lifted her rear off the floor to meet him. She felt so embarrassed of this position she had gotten herself into while he continued to rub so roughly along her soft tail but the touch was far more gentle than normal mating so she quickly thanked the elements for the break while catching her breath once more when suddenly his movements became messy. Just as messy as a rain of something hot landed across her back and face, a drop of which landed on her panting tongue too was all it took for her to snap her mouth closed in disgust.

She could only pant and bleat now as if a beast possessed he pushed inside once again to strike her insides as hard as he could. She moaned as that bulb that Dragons came equipped with kept smacking her but surely that would be impossible to fit for a Ewe, she hoped it was at least, before hearing him groan not in pleasing but in frustration,

"That's it you stupid animal pay me back for every hour of my life you wasted today" was the only thing should make out between the angry remarks and biting comments of her mother as he dug his claws into her waist to mate so hard that it caused her collapsed lower half to rock slowly against the ground knocking up sand and dust that then clung to the cum that had run down and covered her closed eye. She did not know how much more she could take, she was on fire while her insides ached from overuse and her body all but gave up trying to move, she bleated, panted, groaned but nothing would stop his thrusts. Just as she passed out from the strain and effort of it all the last thing she felt was him pushing his knot firmly against her while filling her to the point she thought it would not end, a fire raging above her as Spyro let loose his own elemental breath from the sheer destruction of his own pent-up rage.

She woke slowly, hurting all over as her body felt like it had been hit by a stampede of Rams but the cold water she sat in helped soothe her aches as the crisp morning air blew over her... . Suddenly aware of the fact the well she passed out in last night during a marathon of mating did not have water she opened her eyes to find herself in the Artisans World again, sitting in the lap of Spyro as he washed her back almost gently but as she attempted to move found him resting his erection fully inside her. Even still it was a nice gesture that took her by surprise for there is no Ram alive that would clean up a Ewe after mating,

"Ah morning sleepy head, sorry about yesterday but that is what happened when you try to run I guess... ... " Spyro commented in jest but for the Ewe it was something more, a warning, that to run and cause bother would only lead to a storm of passions that she could not even handle so, finally, she gave up trying to escape.

With one last finish, stinging from overuse, followed by some caring clean up and topped off with hot breath acting like a living hair-drier Spyro made a move to the next realm of Town Square with his Ewe in toe, a smart move to leave before the other now freed Dragons wake up to see a Dragon and a Sheep together taking a limping walk of shame after all.

It was a new day in the sunny realm of Town Square, the bulls was running wild, the Gnorcs was stealing everything in sight and a Dragon with a Sheep on his back just landed out of nowhere. Hopping off his back the Ewe stretched her legs before taking a look around, lots of work to do here as well and with it being extra hot today her wool was being a bother. Spyro on the other hand had never been happier since yesterday's events for the first time he felt truly drained of his long pent up lust but, even still, was feeling now playful and naughty.

At first the work was pretty easy, as the Ewe picked up gems while Spyro defeated enemies, then they would meet back at the chest of holding before moving forward. Altogether it was fairly efficient but Spyro could not help stopping and thinking every so often about what this Ewe now meant to him, a friend? Surely not, not yet anyway, but more than some sex toy by far. Breaking his daydreams he noticed how flustered the poor thing was with the heat of this realm and suddenly got an idea. First of all however he had to sort something a bit more important first.

"Hey Sheepy... ehm, we have been together now for a while and so I want to know your name?"

In reply she simply shook her head with a questioning look, "Ah so you do not have a name... well you are a Sheep. Hmm how about... Marble?"

Another questioning look but before she could open her mouth to reply, "Uhh look, you kind of remind me of the white stone in the Artisans... you know... pretty stones among the grass... look do you want it or not?" He explained as he shuffled his back legs and blushed slightly in a huff.

She could only look at him with a smug look before giving a nod and turning to head back to work, accidentally flashing him on the way. He took notice of this.

"Oh by the way 'Marble' if you want a drink today just say, I know a lovely fountain where you can rest while I have some fun of my own. Deal?" She turned to give a unamused but thirsty look before snapping back and marching on, causing Spyro to laugh quietly to himself. Unfortunately his plan had one issue, as she got hotter she started to sweat and pant while her scent got only stronger and stronger. Cursing his body but not wanting to be defeated he marched on for originally he was joking about himself having some fun at the fountain and yet now he was just about ready to change his mind. Lucky for him Marble had about run out of defiance too as she walked shamefully over to him, red faced and sweating, to accept that offer.

He led her to the fountain with ease for it was only minutes down the winding streets, a fact that annoyed her but she was too thirsty to care. Even those few minutes however seemed to be painful as what she just agreed to multiplied and span out of control in her mind. They arrived before she could send herself into even more of a panic but just as she about to walk over to increasing refreshing looking pool just some steps ahead she made the error of giving one last look to Spyro... that knowing look would cause her to blush if her face was not already red from heat. Even with Spyro staring her tail down she stepped over to the fountain, the cool water looking all the more inviting but as she lowered her head over the side to drink she felt her Dragon sit behind her which caused another second of hesitation. The fact he did not have an erection was odd but reassuring enough for her as she drove her head into the water while raising her tail, as if to wash away her own shame. Spyro sat with a smile behind her for a moment to take in the view before grabbing her tail to make sure he could move her as he pleased and moving his head forward to drink of his own prize. Her scent was as overpowering as the sun above but even more glorious. Spyro could only rub his nose on her sweat streaked sex before inhaling deep that delicious musky smell. He was not even aroused for who could be after yesterday after all so this was new to the young Dragon, he breathed deep and enjoyed her body not simply for release or relief but because he could. It was fun not as some game, a simple pure enjoyment that refreshed him even if Marble could only stand adjusting her posture while blushing a hard crimson as Spyro sniffed and nipped her privates to his pleasing.

Finally sated Spyro stood up and walked over to the side of the fountain to not only seeming drink as well but also clean the tip of his snout from the various fluids he had brought out. Next he stood up, gazing over to her.

"That was fun but I feel like you did not enjoy yourself as much as I did... " A somewhat sarcastic tone ringing as they both knew he just cleaned her arousal off himself. "So how about a game more to your speed, if you can collect more of the remaining gems than I can then I will do something really... really nice for you tomorrow. That interest you?"

She was taken back a bit by the suddenly friendly attitude but had nothing to lose from the clearly one sided deal. With a smile and a nod she agreed to which Spyro pulled the chest of holding out from under his wing, placed it down and looked at her with a grin.

"I have cleared almost all the enemies from this realm so far and while I do know these streets more than you I have no idea where the last gems are so this should be fair enough. Your pile is on the left of the chest, mine is right. Points are the value of gems eh, you know red is one, green is two... blue is five, yellow is ten and if you find a purple I would be impressed to be honest." He explained before grabbing a single common red gem from the chest. "When this lands in the chest then we start, ready?" He asked before throwing the gem high into the air, Marble's eyes fixed on it as failing this "friendly game" would mean all kinds of terrible things... surely.

The gem landed with a ring that echoed off the nearby building as Marble sprinted off towards a blue gem she saw ahead, worth five! A nice start but as she grabbed it with her mouth to head back she saw Spyro running in the opposite direction before jumping up some steps and around a corner. Placing the gem down she shook her head and tried to focus while she ran for more, another blue and several reds. This time she came back to see Spyro nowhere in sight but a pile of reds and few blues on his side, he DID know this place like the back of his hand after all so he most likely knows where the more treasure would have been hidden.

It was a hot day still and all the running about did not help. She had gotten lucky so far what with Spyro missing a basket and getting stuck in a wall for a while but he had the advantage of thumbs. She dropped the few treasures on her pile while taking a good look on Spyro's side, he had more gone for as many reds as possible so it was a bigger pile however the contest was of points as her pile had more color to it but still not enough. Spyro landed next to her with a thump, giving her a cheeky glance before dropping another pile of reds with some greens, he then sat down.

"I have been all over and can not see any more around here, you can take another look if you don't believe me." Naturally she didn't but as she went to check high and low she saw nothing around, every basket broken, every chest opened. Sighing she turned and started to head back but first she stopped for one quick drink from the fountain. She only took a sip as even being around it reminded her of the past events of today but something caught her eye. A glint of yellow in the blue, a gem! She grabbed it, running back quick at first but then slower as an idea started to play in her mind, why is she heading back to her captor when now is the perfect time to escape?

"Well he had been really nice today, the game was fun as well even if the fountain deal was more than a little embarrassing. He is clearly a nice Dragon if... a bit physical." She thought to herself, barely jogging along now with gem in mouth, as she debated the whats and whys.

Spyro was lying down next to the chest, lazily watching the clouds pass as she approached.

"Well... Nice work finding one I guess, apparently this chest records how many gems each realm holds so you know. We will not miss any in the future and stuff." He said as she dropped the last gem on her side before sitting down. She kept a strong face while pretending to be confident even if inside she was mentally screaming about the possibility of losing, she would hate to have to... It was at that moment she realized Spyro never said what she would have to do if he won.

He counted them all up and with a sigh proclaimed,

"67 for my side and 73 for you, that sure was a lucky yellow." He watched amused as she got up to prance about the place with a smile. Her hooves clicking and clacking on the cobblestone as legs was swung about the place almost drunkenly while he sat and watched without saying a word. It was adorable indeed but he had no actual plans for what to do with her tomorrow which in turn now made him feel a bit worried. Suddenly she stopped to look at him with confusion, asking him what he would have gotten out of this if he had won, to which he shrugged.

"Either way I get to be with you more and that is good enough of a prize." He said while picking up the chest. Turning to head to the exit portal without a word more as Marble followed by his side now with a slight blush, surely from the heat of the setting sun.

Spyro let out a weary sigh. It was morning already with a cool refreshing breeze working hard to wake him up, the last few moonglows that flit and dance along the grass as they shon a pale blue had already lost their luster. He glanced over to the pond again, bubbling slightly from an hour of fire breathing to make it hot and the elated Sheep that sat relaxing within. As was the deal of yesterday he had to treat Marble, the Sheep, "very very good" today but...as he had already woken up at the break of dawn to heat a small pond for her he wondered what he had thrown himself into.

She did not even let him have his own fun when she ooh'd and ahh'd her way into the hot water to clean herself, demanding he stayed on the other side of a rock lest his eyes see anything. As if to tease further she even made exaggerated noises and splashes that filled Spyro's mind with such vivid pictures. After she was done she then stayed a bit longer, letting the water relax her body while Spyro stood in the chilled morning wind which at least thankfully helped him soothe his unwanted erection. Finally she stood to get out of the now cooling water as bathing was long past done and even on her day of treats a world still needed saving. She motioned for her Dragon servant of the day to come and dry her, the hot but not ignited breath acting as a lovely warm tool that outclassed any towel... not that she had ever had a towel before. Spyro gave a small chuckle as her wool poofed up from the sudden heat but Marble paid it no mind, she felt amazing today. They moved now to the next realm that needed sorting out. A hidden playground that Spyro had learned by accident of many years ago, unlocked by touching the pond stones. It used to be a place of fun and relaxing but now was a battleground of flying and charging.

They moved through the portal, Marble now used to the spinning landed with grace as Spyro joined her with a steading flap of his wings to take in the first look of Sunny Flight. The sight was breathtaking, islands of emerald in an ocean of sapphire that glowed with a rich golden hue from the sun, it bounced off the monolithic spires of crystal to illuminate in a warm but not crushing heat. Spyro on the other hand was scouting the trouble, anti-magic archways, chests of stolen treasures while Gnorc planes and trains speeded along. How in the name of the Artisans was he supposed to give Marble the best day of her life while fighting a war? As if answering his question she chimed in,

"Oh Spyro I want to ride those things that Gnorc is in, the long one!" An interesting question but as he traced her pointing he found it to be a long moving machine the Gnorcs had set up on rails... She wanted to ride that? Well she IS a Sheep so living a life of a grass chewing would give you simple wants after all.

A Gnorc train driver was barreling along with barrels in tow. An easy job he thought before he heard a small clack behind him as hooves touched metal of the cabin. Turning he saw a...Sheep? Why in the world was there a Sheep on his train? Confusion overtook him for a moment as if the gods had given him the meaning to life in the form of a floofy animal but before he could ponder any longer something struck the side of the train. Turning to see a glimpse of purple grinning at him before a plume of fire blasted him straight out the cabin and far down into the ocean below.

"Here you go Marble, one train all for you. I need to go...sort some things but if you need me just pull that string twice." he said pointing to the horn caller.

It was the strangest sight you could imagine. A Sheep, extra fluffy and groomed, sat in a train going at full speed as she laughed and cheered for her life while a dragon glided nearby. He destroyed any nearby gates or chests he passed while keeping a vigilant eye on his precious cargo but after a while he noticed something. She was the ultimate distraction! Any Gnorcs be it pilots, drivers or random passerbys would all stop dumbfounded and stare the second she got into earshot, only for the dragon to then annihilate them from on high. Progress was very quick this day indeed, from the height of the sun it was barely noon and yet all the Gnorcs was defeated, gems retaken and machines destroyed. All but one however as he landed on Marble's train to see how she was doing, happy to say the least but growing hungry. He offered her a trade, the train for the best thing he could cook and despite expecting resistance she gladly offered.

Placing her on his back he lifted into the air, a passing puff of fire to ignite the barrels on the train before speeding off. He heard her coo about the no doubt spectacular explosion behind him but he had other matters to focus on. First up was giving her a scenic tour of the islands, wrapping around the giant crystals that jutted out of the islands proudly followed by high speed dives through the tunnels that was carved out by wind to which she would cheer. Lastly he took her low to the ocean where she could see her reflection on the mirrored surface while the deep blue beneath no doubt hid wonders of it's own. She sighed and leaned forward to grip his back in a hug as such sights had never been seen before by a Sheep, an average day for Spyro was to her like a dream.

He placed her down on a nice grassy cliff on a nearby island, a beautiful overlook of the crystal sea on one side and an endless expanse of grass on the other. If there was one hidden talent Spyro had it was cooking, he had been planning this since yesterday too. Supplies from Town Square, Artisans and Sunny Flight combined allowed him to mix up a pale blue stew, its characteristic color made from the slightly spicy blue mushrooms that litter the darker spots of the Artisans. At first Marble was not too sure about the blue, glowing mess but as she lifted her bowl and took a sip her eyes went wide. It was delicious! Spicy, nutty and warm with a silky almost meat like texture to the lumps.

"I didn't know if Sheep can eat meat... or if you wanted to so I went for plants that are like meat... apart from the taste." He commented while making a slight grimace but Marble however did not pay him any attention as she dug in. He joined her, watching the clouds pass by as she sat warmly next to him. That soft wool now groomed was driving him mad but it was her special day so he had sworn to not make a move until tomorrow at least.

Stew destroyed with vigor and a quick wash to get the blue remnants off her face she took a walk around the islands, today had been great. More than anything any Sheep had ever done or experienced but her mind wanders back to her life before Spyro had shown some aggressive interest in her that night. Every day. Eat, sleep, maybe clean and growing up she only found the same but with the odd hope that the Ram takes interest and uses her for his own gain, bringing new life to the flock as a side effect more than a duty. Now it was different. She had adventure, she saw sights no Sheep had seen, tasted real food instead of grass all the while having an alpha that was at least kind in his mating if a bit new that he makes some mistakes.

With the sun setting she found her way back to the campsite to find Spyro was sitting watching the sun go down. Since it looked peaceful she came to sit beside him without a word, it was looking like a nice night.

He put an arm around her as they sat watching the world of green and blue turn gold before finally the night came to paint everything shades of violet. Getting up Spyro started to head almost distantly behind a crystal before stopping to point out to her a spot near a fire he had lit for her. This attitude was different, sad almost but she had spotted a bit of his more purple private self before he disappeared from sight which told her everything she needed to know. Knowing he was restraining his own relief for the sake of bringing a better day to her was something she never knew an alpha could do but as she laid down next to the fire she could not help but feel torn. It did not last long as she opened her eyes some time later, his kindness had been bothering her and so she swore to give a little back...

Spyro was lying on his side, erection singing a song of want and need that his body could not reply to when he heard a rustle. Turning he saw Marble looking at him almost...Sheepishly. Before he could say anything she walked forward and ducked her head down quick to give his needy self a peck before standing up straight again.

"If... you need some help with that then I am here... but you gotta go at my pace, d-deal?" He was amazed, aroused and more than a little impressed with her and he agreed as quick as he could for such a deal could not have come at a better time. It had been near two days since his last mating which for a young dragon was like years, standing up he moved to rub his nose right under her tail before she moved away quickly.

"Not so fast,I said my pace remember?" she chimed in as sternly as her slightly creaking voice could manage.

"Of course... but what do you want to do if not that first?" he replied, slightly annoyed at the interruption and more than a little confused at what she even wanted.

"Start... slower, use those hands of yours." she stated pointing to his digits.

"My hands... the ones with abrasive scales and sharp claws?" he questioned,

"Yes those, the rough scales are only on the palms and back, plus I have seen you blunting those claws you know." She replied with a shake to her voice that betrayed her confidence. With a snort he turned to the crystal that was blocking the light from the fire and with a single action raked his claws along it, cutting smooth lines deep into it. The noise, the power of the act sent shivers down Marble's spine as claws sharp enough to rend metal worked themselves into ancient crystal for her own sake. It did not take long before he finally gave each one a blow of hot air and presented a hand to Marble,

"That good enough for you?" He asked with a raised brow. It response she moved forward a step and took two fingers into her mouth, a move that caused Spyro to nearly yelp. With no hands of her own she had to use another place to test, gently she tested him with tongue before dragging him along the roof of her mouth to find he was correct. The claws once sharp enough to tear stone was now as inert as a polished pebble while Spyro however was nothing short of disappointed when she spat out his hands to give an approving nod.

If this is what "Her pace" was then she could lead anytime but just as the thought crossed his mind she chimed in again. "Ok... so... you know, good to go and... all that..." She was standing, blushing very hard while her shaking legs showed her nervousness but it was also affecting Spyro too. It was silly, they had shared several nights before now so why... why does this feel like his first time. He put a hand on her shoulder causing her to gaze upwards at him, next he moved forward slowly but instead of a kiss his head grazed past to give her neck a lick. The heat of that strong organ as his hand moved to comb and rub her back was intense to her, she could not even moan for her breath refused to cooperate but then it got stronger. His hand was moving down, now at the small of her back just above the small, flagging, puffball of a tail while his mouth did whatever it pleased to her neck and shoulder. A cry, soft and female in the night rang out as his hand dived down below her tail and grazed the softest of skin with two fingers. Finding her already hotter than he had ever felt and more sticky than drool could ever give but it was "Her pace" after all so he worked with what he had. A simple movement of pushing down lightly and dragging up hard as he dug into her caused her to entire body to shake while she sang a symphony of pleasure the likes of which he had never heard before.

The scent in the air was like a wall, the grass stained with passion, she pulled away again but this time so he could move to the next step. She went for the only pose she knew but as she moved to turn he shook his head and motioned for her to lie down. She gladly did as it took the weight of her quivering legs while Spyro moved around her, then to her surprise, rolled her over to face him. Her legs pressed to herself as if trying to cover her body from the eyes of the purple dragon, a new hot wash of embarrassment clung to her already heated form as he sat down and then lay on top of her. As soon as she felt his weight however it was gone as he perched his body on his legs and arms, far stronger than her, before giving her cheek a lick. It was time but as he moved forward he found her too low as his erection grazed the soft underbelly of her wool, an easy fix however. As he slid one arm under her waist and lifted her back end easily off the floor, the position was like nothing she had felt. There was no weight to her, her legs had nothing to do but cling to the body above as finally he closed the gap and struck her dripping heat with himself causing both to cry out into the night.

It was still her turn, still her day Spyro repeated to himself as he moved slow not for his own sake but hers. Tongue lapping on her neck and throat, tensed legs shaking slightly as they moved to thrust a slow but rhythmic beat against her hips as he hoped this was good enough for her. In reply almost she could only coo and gasp around him, her tongue sticking out just slightly as all dignity is lost to the act. Her insides gripped him on his way out and clung to him on the way in, as hot as the breath he used to protect her as he worked a little bit deeper everytime. Finally his knot was all that was left as he stuck it against her but not daring to push any deeper in fear of ruining such a glorious moment. She felt no pain, no ache, no shame, no fear. She was lost to a world of pleasure a lowly animal like herself could only dare to dream about, there was something now that she had no knowledge of, something that tensed inside her, building. As it wound tighter so did her insides, unable to even think at this point her back arched and her voice let out a cry of relief not felt before. The sudden spasms around him was too much as he filled her with an even greater heat, igniting her fires further while cooling her wants fully but it was too much as it spilled and splashed onto the ground, staining her tail with pride.

They lay there in the dark, breathing heavy and hot without speaking a word. Everything that could've been said had been in a tangle of limbs and sex, so for now they rested as tomorrow would come with new challenges, as well as new questions.

The sun rose over the green hills, warming the chill of night and waking the Sheep who slept cozily in the strong arms her purple dragon. A small content smile forming as she gave out a yawn followed by whatever stretching she could do in such a position, last night still fresh on her mind. Comfy but soiled from events past it was time to get up, but she found Spyro's hugging arms to be stronger than her however so instead she opted to try wiggling and then tapping him with her hooves in vain. Getting a bit annoyed by the loving lock she tried bleating at him, almost sounding like a woolly alarm clock, which finally did get him to stir a bit.

Yawning he lifted his head to gaze at her.

"Oh hey Marbles last night was the best...do you want to just lie here today?" He murmured before lowering his head down again, arms now loose however she was able to push away with a roll before giving him a tap on his snout. Rousing him from his sleep just in time to see her jump off the nearby cliff into the water, the height nothing to worry about but still intensely scary for Spyro who came running to jump in after her.

A short time later in the Artisans. Nestor, one of the adult dragons and a wise one at that, sat on the grassy peach watching out for any Gnorcs before his eyes caught the sight of Spyro and a Sheep walking out of the Sunny Flight gate. He gave a sigh and wondered if he should say or do something, after all it was clear that Spyro was doing something with it by now but what still eluded him. Did he take it as a pet? Was it a Gnorc spy trying to trick him or... maybe the reason Gnastie's magic did not affect Spyro was that he was standing near it and thus somehow the magic ignored him? Maybe it was... no surely not, it was true that at his age the fires of breeding burn strong but Spyro was such a good dragon, kind and wise for his age, he would not simply be using that Sheep for such things. But, as he watched them stop in-front of Dark Hollow to talk a bit, the Sheep... laughing? Nestor was surprised, he had no idea Sheep could have such complex emotions or thoughts but what surprised him more is when Spyro let the Sheep go into the portal ahead of him so he could give her a playful slap on the rear! The slightest hints of a blush running across the Sheep before she disappeared into the void with Spyro grinning ear to ear following her very closer behind. Nastor's jaw nearly fell out his head,

"I...will sort this out later...yes..." He thought before diving head first into the nearest cold pond to try to purge whatever sinful thoughts ran into his mind.

The Sheep landed in Dark Hollow to find it nighttime, odd since in both Sunny Flight and Artisans it was still morning but first she had other matters to sort. Turning to Spyro landing nearby,

"Listen I am OK with dealing with your...needs..." She began blushing slightly. "But you got to be more careful, I am sure the other Dragons are not going to be OK with us and you getting all feely in public ain't helping"

"If the time comes I will stick up for you but eh...what do you mean by 'us' exactly?" He replied questioningly.

"Us as in our flock, you are my alpha now and while you might not be a Ram you are stronger, kinder and way smarter than any of them. I would be a fool to not accept you as one." she replied while picking up a gem that was nearby.

"Whoa whoa, 'Flock' 'Alpha', are you expecting me to start picking up more Sheep?!" He said, placing down the chest of holding for her but clearly giving her strange looks.

"If you wish. Dragons are clearly so strong they do not need the protection of a big flock but I see no reason for you to not want more ewes but I do have one demand..." Speaking casually while throwing a gem or two into the chest. "I get to be your Beta, your first choice for mating and protecting if you need to know."

Spyro nearly tripped over himself, that sounded almost like a marriage proposal more than anything.

"Whoa Marble listen, Dragons normally only take 1 mate for life and well... I am not sure if I want it to be you..." He stammered out before realizing what he just said, "N-Not like that I mean, it is just you are Sheep and I am a dragon! It would... never work and ehm, you are a great friend and although..." but the damage had been done.

"Oh...so you expect me to go back to the old flock after I help you pick up your silly stones and take your dick every night?!" She was mad, very mad.

"No! Well... sort of? I can vouch for you and you can live like a dragon if you wish after this I hope but i..." Before he could finish, not even knowing what he was saying himself Marble was already storming off in a huff. Spyro just sat down, not wanting to chase her and make it worse but thinking what exactly she was to him at this point.

Picking up some gems, crushing the few Gnorcs like stress balls more than threats, he was lost in thought. He liked her, she was a great friend and real kind, but he was not ready for something like being the Alpha to her Beta nor was he gonna accept the idea of being the Ram to a flock of Sheep. Just as he was thinking that however something clicked, she wanted him to be her Ram instead of her Dragon but what if... Smashing a gnorc into the nearby wall he had a plan but first, he had to find her again.

Finding her was pretty easy, she was in the direction of the fewest Gnorcs, small piles of scattered gems had been collected together nearly here and there too, but he was not sure if this was her blowing off stress or not. Finally, he found her, standing next to a quite a big Ram... this did not bode well at all. Getting close she and the ram turned but she was the one to step forward,

"If you do not want to be my Alpha then fine, I will help you with this world but I will stay here with him." Nodding her head to the ram at her side, "His flock got nearly wiped out by the Gnorcs so he is willing to let me be a Beta."

In reply Spyro started walking forward, giving a look of fire and hate so strong the Ram nearly passed out just trying to keep eye contact and quickly turned to run away at the first chance, much to Marble's shock.

"I do not want to be your Alpha, your Ram or a Sheep..." Grabbing her shoulder to stop her from turning away, "But I do want you to be a Dragon, my friend, my partner, forget the mating if that helps you but wouldn't you rather be a Dragon? Free, powerful, smart...beautiful..." He was interrupted by Marble hugging him tightly, tears flowing. His words trailed off as he wrapped his arms around her and sat down in a hug before giving her a comforting lick on the top of her head.

They sat there a while till she felt better before lying down to watch the stars above, her breath visible in the cold night air which reminded her,

"How come this world is nighttime?" she said softly,

"Dragons sculpted these realms. Day and Night strengthen different forms of magic plus you can grow mushrooms and other crops much more easy in the cool dark so every so often they make one realm without a sun."

"Dragons are so cool..." Barely a whisper, realizing how foolish she had been to demand one to act like a Sheep. "Was that a promise by the way?" "Hmm?" He said looking over to her.

"About me, If I help you to save the dragons I get to be one? At least in name?"

"Ye... The dragons are far more wise than I am even if some can be a bit hard-headed..." He gave a small chuckle, "There would be no reason why you could not live like one us if you helped us so much." He took a sigh before continuing, "Hey sorry for asking but are all Sheep like you? I never thought you guys to be smart really..."

A small chuckle escaped from her,

"Not really no, most Sheep are quite dumb but every so often one is smarter than the rest. Even still they are Sheep and so never really want to do anything with that smarts... I am glad that because of this I was there that night instead of the others." She gave a smile before rolling over and standing up, giving him a content look.

"Coming? We got a lot of work to do here and I would hate to waste time." She spoke casually but happy, walking down the way they had come to most likely sort the piles of gems she had left behind. Spyro sat staring for a moment, the moonlight and golden hue of the lamps nearby framing her beautifully, she was his treasure now and he would do anything to keep that treasure safe. The rest of the work came along pretty smoothly as this world was far from the biggest after all with most of the work being the Gnorcs rather than finding all the treasures. As they went along Spyro picked up some supplies too, mushrooms, roots, herbs and other bits that grew in abundance here for he knew, soon he would have to depart to the Peace Makers world. He grew worried for a moment, it was a desert world full of military power and brutal landscapes so it could be too much for his Marble. No, he had to have faith in her now after all, she was a Dragon from this day on.

With work done, supplies stored and Gnorcs removed from this world of night he placed down some wood and gave it a puff of his fire breath that ignited it easy. He sat down in the warmth, barely feeling it but sure it was plenty for Marble to rest better but as he sat watching the fire flicker for a moment he heard her call to him. Turning to see her almost proudly presenting her rear he almost fell backwards into the fire, it was far more forward than she normally is but something felt off. He approached, giving her a hand to lift her bowed front end to standing once more before asking,

"I really appreciate the...gesture but are you, needy?" He said while punctuating the last word.

"After yesterday I would not be for quite a while but I know how hard it is for you, as long as you keep to 'my pace' I am OK with it anytime you need!" She was adorable, painfully so. He led her to the fire before lying down next to her, reassuring her that yesterday was more than he ever expected and so, he was quite drained today as well. Still, she promised to always be there for him as long as he was there for her. An intimate promise indeed but one that benefit both of them. Wrapping himself around her next to the fire he yawned, the soft wool was better than any pillow while he was like a wall to her. Safe, strong. Relaxing her they both fell to sleep this night no longer a Dragon and a Sheep but neither two Sheep nor two Dragons, something unique was growing between them and it would no doubt lead to many things, both great and terrible.

II

Spyro woke up to the moonlight shining overhead, wondering just how much they overslept before remembering that they are in Dark Hollow. It is never a good idea to fall asleep in a world with no daytime unless you like losing all track of time but dragons thankfully do have impeccable sleep cycles... most of the time. Giving the warm pillow of a creature next to him a gentle nudge to rouse her from sleep he started getting stuff together, fairly easy since everything is held in a nearly bottomless enchanted chest. With Marble not wanting to go yet he opted to lift her onto his back before heading to the exit portal, it was a big day to day since they had to go start the next World of Peace Keepers.

Stopping by the pond to collect water, since the Peacekeepers is all but a wasteland of dust and heat, Marble took the opportunity to clean up and drink well since it could be quite a while till the next break. With water supplies all ready they turned to head out, following the cobblestone path down to the docks where the balloonist will take them. On the way they could not help feel nostalgic, the grass hill where they first met, the portals of other worlds where they have grown closer over time. It had not even been a week yet but this adventure so far had felt like it has been going for ages, one world down now, a handful to go. Approaching the tunnel to the docks they saw Nestor waiting for them however, never a good sign, as Marble quickly moved behind Spyro as he went to talk to him.

"Hey Nestor, I am just on my way to the next World, heh got so much to do." He said trying to be casual but Nastor still stood tall to block the path.

"Young one we must talk. About you are your friend back there." He said while pointing to the Sheep trying to hide behind Spyro.

"You must be honest now lad, what have you been doing with it? A dragon should not be interacting with the wildlife outside of food shortages, you know this." He continued sternly.

"She has been helping me collect treasure and stuff, a real help I must say..." Spyro tried to explain simply, nervously rubbing his leg as he hoped to not explain his more intimate relationship.

"Mm hmm I can bet my lad considering I have seen you getting real hand on with her, I do not approve of such things and I know the others are not..."

"It is not like that! Marble is more than some dumb Sheep she is..." Spyro interrupted, getting heated now.

"You named it? Great what else have you been doing to it?" Nestor replied back getting angry now. All the while Marble stood watching the two dragons argue about this and that before she took a breath to walk forward to interrupt Spyro.

"Excuse me sir. My name is Marble, I am currently a travel companion and friend to Spyro. I am sorry if I have caused any upset to the dragons." She said bowing her head, being as polite as she knew even if she was nearly shaking from fear.

"You... can talk. Last time I checked Sheep could not before, explain." He was surprised and a bit intrigued but the thoughts of her being some kind of Gnorc spy rang again in his mind.

"I do not know why but rarely an animal is born with more brains I think, I have only myself to compare too." She explains with a touch of loneliness in her eyes.

"I see. The aether, the magic energy of this land, has for some reason has clung to you during your creation, granting the gift of life and the gift of the mind." Sighing for a moment to think,

"I do not share Spyro's... taste in partners but I can understand why he found interest in you." He moved to the side now to let them pass,

"You have a long road ahead of you Sheep... ehm 'Marble' and it would be wrong for me to be an obstacle in that journey. Furthermore,I must give you my thanks and blessing for it is clear to me now that because Spyro was in such...proximity to you during that night the magic did not see him as a dragon but a Sheep." The last of his explanations causing a blush on both them as they moved to enter the tunnel, Marble giving a small bow as recognition of his blessing and Spyro trying to look anywhere else in embarrassment. Watching them head to the docks Nestor could only continue to think, "What twisted luck is it that because Spyro was out defiling the wildlife all of dragonkind was saved.... I need a drink." He spoke to himself as he turned to head home, wondering how or when he should tell the other dragons about such developments.

The pair approached the balloonist but instead of getting more odd looks and arguments got a welcoming greeting as he casually gave them standard safety rules about traveling. Spyro was not sure if he was just very professionally or in his travels had seen such things before, either way it was a welcome change as the pair boarded the small balloon. Spyro sat to rest, no doubt sure of the chaos in the next world while Marble excitedly leaned on the side of the balloon, short enough that only her head and hoof tips could get over the side. She was amazed that in between the worlds was apparently a giant body of water, an Ocean Spyro called it, that was infinite in depth and width. Glowing fish could be seen swimming far below, strange and no doubt dripping with magic power. Spyro on the other hand was trying to keep his mind clear but the small size of the balloon basket meant that in his sitting position he got an eye full of Marble's tail wagging adorably in her excitement. Shaking his head he stood to watch the water with her, his sharper eyes already picking up the tall rocky spires of Peacekeepers in the distance.

The balloon hovered just a short bit over the docks. Spyro went first to jump out with a roll as he looked over the tunnel entrance. No guards. That should have been comforting but instead filled him with further dread of the unknown. Marble was next as she jumped down on to Spyro's back, the safest place to be by far, as he crept forward slowly. To be ambushed was one possibility but anything could happen here, entering the short tunnel he found nothing again but loose treasure. Setting the chest down and Marble too he told her to stay here and collect the gems, his eyes picked up the dragon stuck in crystal off to a shadowy corner.

"And while you are at it, free him too."

Peeking his head around the corner of the tunnel exit he finally was met with the Gnorc army. Cannons, guns, groups of Gnorcs, patrols, small tents and camp sites had already been built as well as he sighed about being right. Looking back as he heard the sound of green crystal shattering to free the dragon inside, only for said dragon to let out a yelp as he saw a Sheep as his rescuer, he could not help but laugh a little. He walked a bit closer to tell her,

"There is a lot of Gnorcs up ahead, I want you to stay here and if I do not come back in an hour then find Nestor." He commanded but before she could give a reply he moved to give her a kiss on her head as the freed dragon now stood staring in disbelief before Spyro finally headed to the exit. Giving one last look he charged outside. Marble went to sit near the freed dragon who turned out to be Titan, the current leader of this world. As all PeaceKeepers was he was stubborn, with strong one sided views and an aggressive outlook on life but even still he quite enjoyed her tales of smashing Gnorcs. Finding amusement that this simple Sheep was fighting just as hard as the young dragon they had quite a laugh but Marble began to worry as time went on. Titan could see her worry too.

"Don't worry lass, your friend Spyro is a kicker of a fighter. He once beat two of my soldiers in a fight the little...blighter." He said with a laugh, Marble gave a chuckle too but it made her think too of just how strong Spyro will grow to be if as a teenager he was stronger than most adults. Interrupting her thoughts was said Dragon at the tunnel exit who gave a whistle to catch her attention. She came running to give him a hug, happy that she had not lose him so soon but she could see the injuries, bruises, burns, a small piece of his wing tip was missing on the right side.

"Don't worry, Dragons are quick healers. I just... need a minute." He said trying to comfort the worrying Sheep, "Most of the tents are still up, let's go rest there. They got all kinds of strange stuff too." He said trying to be cheery.

The sight when she left the tunnel was madness. As the glare of the intense sun died down to let her eyes adjust from the gloom she did not know where to look, piles of Gnorc dust where they had been defeated and turned back into the gems that formed them. Many a cannon broken, ruined, melted in some cases, craters caused by explosives still smoldered as she followed him along a path that he had seeming carved out. Dusty gems not yet collected lay all over, her eyes could not help but stare at several common reds that was embedded into the stone cliff face nearby as she passed. It was here that she was starting to feel it, the heat of the sun was like fire while her wool only proved to lock the heat inside. By now she was dripping with sweating and panting softly to herself as the heat sought to strangle the life out of her but Spyro was aware of his, mostly from the scents on the wind, as he pointed to a tent just over yonder. So close but so far as they crept along the wasteland, the ground was so hot, the air like fire, it was as if this world was made in the form of an oven. By the time she entered the tent she could only collapse on a straw mat while Spyro handed her a bowl of water before going to sit nearby to look over the Gnorc supplies that was in the tent. She drank the water with vigor but looking over to Spyro she noticed, his burns and damaged wing was already fixed while the bruises was fading. It was true he said that dragons are quick to heal but she did not think that they could do so much in an hour, catching her staring he asked if she was OK.

She gave a nod to confirm before lying on her back, the heat was so intense that even in the shade she could feel it. In fact, she could feel something else as a snout seemed to be poking her belly, opening her eyes to find Spyro giving her some interesting looks while she caught a glimpse of his erection.

"Really, here? Eh alright, it is too hot to argue." She said letting her head fall back onto the straw bed. Spyro did not need to be told twice as he crept around her side, the sweaty nature of her woolly body was filling the entire tent was aromas of all kinds while it gave her an even more raw taste that excited him deeply. Giving one final check to make sure it was not just sweat causing her to be slippery he moved on top of her, grabbing one leg to pull her up slightly to him as his other hand gripped the wool around her neck. The position was like that of Sunny Flight but instead of him taking all her weight onto himself he instead was using her to lean on in order to get deeper at her.

That first shaky plunge is always the best, her overheated self causing her insides to match deliciously as he worked his way further inside before pulling out and starting a simple rhythm. She was not very thrilled at the moment but content to lie back and let him work out his stress, it did feel nice at least but not in an arousing way. If it was not for the hefty dragon dick smacking its knot into her over and over she might have just fallen asleep in fact. She also wondered how in the world she was gonna deal with the next week of this heat when suddenly she felt some far too warm shots inside her from Spyro, it caused her to groan loudly but as he pulled out she felt a cool rush go through her. Suddenly the heat did not seem as bad, surely it could not have been the dragon fluids inside her... her mind raced with possibilities if this was true. Would she eventually gain the powers of a dragon at this rate? Nah, surely it must just be dragon magic mixing with her own but either way it was very helpful and a fact she made a note to remember.

With Spyro relieved and Marble in need of cleaning they left the tent, nearby was an odd looking purple river which Spyro reassured her was just water tinted from this World's magic. Expecting it to be scalding hot she dipped a hoof nervously into it only to find it was refreshingly cool and after silently thanking the dragons for their magic she jumped in. It was amazing, bringing back life into her that the cruel sun had tried to squeeze out as she drank and paddled about happily but aware that there are still many Gnorcs about could so they not stay for long. Spyro informed her that he had cleared the bulk of the army but there was still quite a few more on the other side of the river, giving him a nod as she pulled herself out the water before shaking herself dry. They decided that Marble would pick up the leftover gems while he scouted out ahead to see what they were dealing with before heading back at the river. Once he had shown her how to tell the time based on the sun that is.

With the strange enchantment that came from Spyro's quicky in the tent she was dealing with the heat a lot better but even still some gems was in hard to get places. The few embedded in stone for example she just had to ask him about when next she saw him but until then got to work picking up as many as she could. Finding she could use a broken bayonet left by a Gnorc to pry out the ones stuck in the stone as well. It was not the worst job in the world but she would need a rest soon from that accursed sun once again, gazing upwards however she noticed it was time to meet up again and so headed to the meeting spot with chest on her back. Seeing Spyro giving her a wave from across the river she hopped over the narrows to head to him. With the chest returned she followed him along the dusty pathways to a sandstone like tower. He pointed out that in the distance there was only a few Gnorcs left thankfully which they can sort in a bit but she had to really squint to see anything clearly. Suddenly, she felt it once more. Spyro's scaly snout giving her hot sex some affection.

"Again? What is with you today?" She said questionable.

"I can not help it, in this World I can smell you a mile away... and you smell fantastic." He explained sounding all the more needy for her touch by the second. She could not help but give a little blush at his slightly strange compliment as well as give out a squeak of surprise when he dragged her tail first around to the other side of the tower. Now in the shade thankfully he dived back under her tail to find her already aroused from the tent but even so gave her just a little bit more love before grabbing her. Lifting her up as he stood up straight and pinning her between the wall and himself he found that her legs could not even fit around his waist. The warm, hard feeling of his dragonhood rubbing softly on her, helping to spread her nectar before he pushed forward without warning. She gave out a moan now, head clear from the water and rest meant she was quite ready for her turn too. Strong hands easily held her waist as he thrust hard inside her, the wall on her back causing him to spear her deeply while his upright stance allowed for quick movements that made her bleat pleasurably from it all.

She could only try to hold on to him as he moved and grinded into her, always careful to not press his knot too hard to her yet. Still unsure if she could handle that without injury but always debating when he should try it, for now though, he was good to simple leave it out of this already strange interspecies dance of flesh. With the warmup of the tent still fresh in her mind she could feel that lovely tension building again, it would not be long before she finds her own relief and Spyro could tell. She was so warm in this realm, her insides twitching and fluttering around his hefty dick. Marble found that he loved when she squeezed him on his way out as it caused him to moan freely and tighten his grip in pleasure but it also made her to feel a sense of accomplishment as she could at least do something in return but even still it was such hard work to keep up with him. Just as he started to let loose his own torrent of seed she followed suit however they heard the sound of a patrol of Gnorcs on the other side of the tower. With haste he covered her mouth while he gritted his own teeth to try and keep things quiet. He could handle them fairly easy but he was not about to let some Gnorcs ruin this moment as Marble could only groan mindlessly into his hand while milking him so perfectly. A messy and delightfully pleasurable end to the second embrace of the day while the danger nearby only heightened things all the more.

With the surprise patrol showing up and making things all the more intense Marble stood waiting on the sand as Spyro headed around to deal with them. This does mean at least that there are now even less of them to clear out later she thought to herself but even so she felt a bit exposed as she could only stand leaking onto the sand. Spyro wasted no time with the Gnorcs and quickly headed back around to help Marble. Using one of his large wings as shade he covered her from the staring sun as they headed back to the river for yet another clean up. At this point she wished she was more self cleaning but luckily even the dryest of Worlds have water in them at least, no doubt thanks to the magic of the dragons. As she stepped down into the cool water Spyro chimed in with an idea that she did not expect but really should have at this point,

"So... Marbles, I know you do not have the horns a ram does but can you fight at all?" A very valid question considering this journey is one of many battles but even still she had to think for a moment.

"I could try headbutts,I know that if I get the angle right my kick can be something...I think." She did not sound very sure of herself at all but that was an easy fix. After getting her cleaned up and dry again they found a small flat area where they could practise in peace.

"This is simple, try to hit me. At first I will block with my arm to see how you can do then I will see if you can hit a moving target." A simple bit of training to see what kind of combat a Sheep could come up with. She was happy to prove her worth as well. First up she tried a headbutt, putting her weight into it but without horns the blow was not the best and it left her head spinning. Her next try however was surprisingly more effective. She took a step forward before spinning on her front hooves to bring her back forward, then lunging like a buck to kick mid air. The move was fancy looking and managed to knock Spyro back a few inches from the force of it.

"Whoa, damn Marble I did not know Sheep could kick like that!" He called out surprised and excited at the move.

"I... might have practised this a little when I was younger but never thought I would need it, heh..." Her shy nature coming out again but at least it did mean she could fight, any soft Gnorc would never be able to handle something with so much... kick to it after all. Last on the list is if she can do that attack and still hit a target that is moving. Her first try missed as Spyro he only had to backstep a little but with practise she found that with a right angle can catch him! She also tried to jump into the air on the spin via her front legs but found her strength to be not up to task, it was also very tiring to keep doing this move at all. Spyro was satisfied at least and after a celebratory drink the pair headed to where the last of the Gnorcs was.

A lone Gnorc was standing leaning on a rock while not paying any attention. A perfect target in Spyro's eyes as he turned to Marble,

"Right so you see him? I want you to kick him in the face." He said with a excited tone that almost made Marble laugh from the sheer ridiculous nature of his plan. Even with Spyro hiding behind a rock, in case anything goes wrong, she still had her doubts but at the same time his faith in his "woolly ninja" was kind of infectious.

The Gnorc was watching the clouds. The heat was terrible in this world and he wished he could be somewhere else, like the Artisans where nothing could go wrong in his mind. Something caught his eye as he spotted a Sheep, odd to see one here but even odder was that it walked up to him. Staring at him for a moment to only add to the confusion before he saw a blur of white followed by something hard smashing into his face at speed, completely destroying him without issue.

"Oh...I did it!" Marble cheered while Spyro came out to give her a hug. Picking her up to give her some cuddles and enjoying her soft wool as well. She felt pride like never before as, in her mind, she was now one step closer to helping Spyro if not all of Dragons instead of being a... fuckable burdon. The rest of the day was fun in a strange sense, she practised kicks, angles and moves on any Gnorcs that was alone via looking harmless till they get close or by Spyro distracting them. She sounded almost sad when he said that there was none left and it was time to clean up the gems left behind, it elected a chuckle from Spyro as visions of a blood thirsty Sheep hunting down Gnorcs ran in his mind. What a day this had been.

Via some gliding the pair reached an old treasure store, now empty with the bridge and door blown apart but still a good place to camp out. Straw scattered along the floor made a better bed than hard tiles at least as well as Spyro placed the treasure chest down. It was good to check inventory to see if any treasures or dragons was missed although he was still not sure how the chest knows this. Whenever they entered a new World or Realm it just instantly makes a list of what treasures are in it. Finding supplies to be high, treasure to be done and dragons all saved he let out a sigh of relief. This World had been a lot of work but it was finally done and thinking back to the portals they passed on the way over here he wondered which Realm would be a good place to start on tomorrow. Laying his head back on the straw bed he was quite getting real tired now and with the sun almost set outside it was going to get much colder soon, as with deserts the night is as cold as the day is hot.

"Hey Spyro~" He heard over to his right and sitting up he found Marble draped over the chest. "How about we... celebrate another World all done?" She was giving him such a needy face that he was taken back, she had never been so forward before or this alluring for that matter. If this is what the adrenaline of battle did to her he ought to make her fight more often he thought before standing up. She was not even blushing at this point no, just swaying her rear back and forth as if to tease if not for the fact her tail was high and all the while she was all but dripping onto the chest. Seeing how ready she was he decided to skip the foreplay, standing up tall and finding her elevated height from the chest allowed him a perfect line up without the need to crouch or kneel. Placing his hands on the small of her back he could see the size difference between them, she was not even half as big as he was and yet she had learned very quickly to take him nearly to the base. Snapping out of thought as his touch alone was causing her to moan at this point he gave her a few rubs with himself before pushing forward as hard as he could, if she was this heated then he did not want to hold back.

It was at this moment that all of the Peace Keepers heard the faint, echoing sound of a Sheep bleating before it fell quiet again. A strange day indeed for the rescued dragons. Back in the store Marble lay blushing a fierce red as she covered her mouth with her hooves, the damn store they was using as a camp acted like a megaphone via echos. Spyro, never being one to be defeated however, had a fix as he grabbed a silver ball from the various non-gem treasures that lay about before stuffing it in her mouth. She could only give him a look screaming 'Don't you dare' before he gave another hard strike as deep as he could, her bleats this timed muffled completely by the makeshift ball gag. Grinning like a madman Spyro got to work, fucking her with abaddon as the quick wash of shame and excitement had pushed her even further along, slick like silk and twice as hot as the infernal sun of the World. She could only gnaw on the ball, drooling from both ends as the Dragon behind her thrust with enough force to rock the chest, knot already smacking hard into her privates as it demanded to enter. Kept in check by Spyro up to now but he was feeling that time was right, with her already twitching in anticipation for his seed he wanted to surprise her.

With one long pull out he took a step forward as he gripped her waist, sinking to the knot in a second but he kept pushing hard until it finally sank into her with a lewd slurping sound, causing her to shout silently into the ball. Legs kicking and insides squeezing hard around the huge intrusion she came wildly while her mind fogged over from the pleasures hitting her. The crushing force of her insides gripping his entire being was better than anything Spyro had known so far, unable to stop or pull out if he wanted to he simple gripped her hard and came. Fire flickering in his mouth as he tried to not roar so loud that all of the Worlds heard him but losing the battle he fell forward to bite a chuck of wool on her nape. Her eyes rolled unfocused as her mind was too foggy to even work out what exactly just forced it's way inside her, she only knew that it felt amazing.

When finally the wash of release died down she found that he had not yet pulled out, trying to move she found him stuck as well but before she could panic he gave her a pat on her head.

"I...oh my...um... the thing is called a ehm knot, it is the base of... me and it like, locks us together for a while... sorry." Slurred slightly from the pleasurable after throes of her still milking him subconsciously he tried to explain the best he could. She understood enough, finding the idea of it to be so romantic as two lovers are tied together from such an intimate act... not that she was his lover or anything as she corrected herself mentally. It was a hot type of ache as she waited for him to shrink enough to pull out, being stretched so much for so long felt odd but the act was far too pleasurable to say no in the future.

After a bit he told her to count to three. Not understanding but more than trusting of him by now she started counting, 1, 2...but before she could get to 3 he pulled out by surprise, her legs shaking from such a large removal but it was so quick and suddenly she never felt any pain. Picking her up to take her over to the straw bed they was very tired, from all the fighting to the many sexual meetings all ending in the first Dragon to Sheep knotting it had been a long day indeed. Cuddling up to his wooly pillow he wished her goodnight but she had already fallen asleep, smiling he lay down to do the same. Tomorrow they had the un-inspiringly named Cliff Town to sort out, with so many buildings it was gonna be a long haul to check everywhere but for now Spyro fell asleep.

The sun rose over the desolate and cracked world of Peace Keepers. Clean now of the Gnorcs that once infested it, the gems all collected neatly too but it is only one of several worlds in this realm that must be cleaned. A young dragon with scales of violet and gold lay asleep. His head resting on the back of his much smaller and odd companion, Marble. He gave a yawn, stretching himself out as he awoke for yet another day of rescue and combat but now, at least, he had a fellow warrior to aid him. You might not think a Sheep could do much and indeed she does get tired easy but she did prove to have a kick that can break even the hardest of stones in the dragon realms.

As he walked over to the entrance of their makeshift camp he took in the rising sun. Keen dragon eyes darted between the portals, each a door to another world that made up this realm. Many to choose with some being far easier than others. His eyes fixed on one off in the distance, Cliff Town. A very uninspiring name yes but one that sounded at least great to start with, as all the houses no doubt had many supplies to aid them in the future.

Marble came up behind him, yawning as well before giving a look out over this world. It was far too hot for her what with the thick, luscious wool that grew on her but it did have a beauty to it as well. A strong and old world that has been tested in battle many times. Picking up his Sheep Spyro carried her across the gaps leading to the caves, his wings serving once again to be one of the greatest tools he knew. The ground was still cold from the biting nighttime chill but the rising sun was already helping to bring not just warmth but a fierce heat to the land. Much to Marble's discomfort that is.

They approached the portal only moments later. This world overnight had already been cleaned up a lot from the Dragons that lived here but it was not surprising as they are the military force of the Dragons. Marble stepped through the portal first. A risky habit that Spyro disliked but he could not help but love her confident charms as well, sighing before he walked in he took a look back. Finding the leader of the world Titan to be watching him from a rocky point on high and looking as stoic as ever. Not quite ok with Spyro's relationship but mostly from lack of trust, the Dragons of this realm are old and stubborn since having dealt with centuries of spies and invasions does tend to make you suspicious. Giving him a nod of respect Spyro turned to enter the portal himself.

Spyro found Marble waiting on the other side, a tad bit of worry on her face but nothing a reassuring smile of his could not fix. Heading forward some steps the left the entrance building and despite expecting Gnorcs to be infesting such a civilized world they instead found nothing. Far too much nothing, the buildings did not look reinforced, there was no barricades blocking streets, no snipers on rooftops. Only a erie wind whistling its way along an old town, everything about this scared them more than an army did. Surely the Gnorcs would recognize the potential fortress that was this world, surely they would not come here last or ignore it straight up. They took it slow, careful as possible as Marble hid behind him while Spyro crept forward until they reached the first house. Giving a nod to each other they broke through the window, Spyro roaring fire with Marble spin kicking straight into a cabinet...that was now on fire. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter, so much for an ambush.

After making sure she was alright Spyro headed outside and seeing as nobody was around then climbed onto the roof, still being careful but again could not see a Gnorc anywhere near them. Keen eyes searched what he could and found this world was mostly populated with odd butcher like Gnorcs cooking who knows what in cauldrons all over. Fools indeed to waste this opportunity but he was not about to do the same as he hopped down to the ground. Informing Marble that there is little to worry about they headed out, checking the houses along the way first. Finding mostly odds and ends, some food here or water there but nothing fantastic. The Gnorcs seem to have taken most metal objects, copper or gold being the most missing which to Spyro seems a bit random. With Marble staying behind to pick up some gems Spyro headed out to deal with some of the Gnorcs. They was far from difficult but the soup or stew they was making was fascinating, a deep rich purple in color to start. Taking a bit to give a deep sniff and a small lick, spices, water from the Peacekeepers, some desert veg, cactus and something with a mineral twist. Knocking the cauldron over to find the source, it was a gem! By boiling a gem in the soup it gave it an earthy aftertaste while thankfully not damaging the treasure. Picking the gem up he headed back to check up on his wooly partner, finding her quite sweaty while taking a rest in the shade. He could not help but smile at how perfect she was.

After a bit of water they head out again. This time to cross the bridge over the sizable purple river but marble stopped part way over it. Staring at the huge violet waterfall in the distance that shon so bright in the sun, such a beautiful and alien sight to her. Spyro on the other hand stopped only because she did, not wanting to end her moment so soon as she stared wide eyed into the distance. He shook his head, not sure why he was so distracted today. It was not like he was horny or anything but he could not keep his eyes off her to the point it was starting to distract him. Luckily it seemed that she had not noticed his lingering stares and making sure to keep it that way Spyro moved on alone to sort any Gnorcs near the bridge. Marble followed suit only a moment later, always wanting to help after all.

"Hey, Spyro?" She began, sounding a bit shy.

"Ye Marble?

"If you don't mind me asking...can you tell about some Dragon things?" She asked.

"Dragon things? Like what?" Spyro replied

"Like the other Realms, magic and all that amazing stuff!" She sounded quite excited now.

"Oh sure, let's make a rest spot and I will tell you about somethings." Spyro said already heading for the shade of a house, he had noticed how out of breath she was getting and decided to not tax her any further. Spyro took a moment to run back and grab a pot of the purple soup, why waste good food after all, but Marble was none too keen on it. Strange purple soup made by Gnorcs was quite a different meal plan but as she took a sip it seemed quite alright at least.

"Right, so... eh, to start there is the main Dragon Realms. Artisans, Peace Keepers, Magic Crafters, Beast Makers, Dream Weavers and Gnasties world which used to be a Realm before it got took over long ago if I remember. Each realm helps make the worlds we visit via the portals you see." He explained to start, Marble full of wonder from such simple information already.

"The Artisans are peaceful and make..well, everything that needs to be made. The Peace Keepers are strong but stubben who make up the dragon armies, always trying to keep things peaceful. Next we have the Magic Crafters who are wise and powerful magic users, they pull raw magic itself from the universe as well as creating the potions or spells that Dragons are known for." Spyro began while his Sheepy friend just sat staring.

"The next bunch of Realms I have either never been too or only gone a few times, so I am not exactly the most knowledgeable. We have the Beast Makers who are a bunch of odd, lazy folk that are amazing some of the strongest dragons out there at least physically. They helped shape all the species of animals..." Spyro explained but was cut off.

"Wait, they made Sheep? Me?!" Marble said surprised as she knew the Dragons made the worlds but did not think they could even make the life that walks on it.

"Not exactly you, they first create a species and then let it fit into nature. They made the first Sheep, rams or goats for example." He said before continuing,

"Lastly are the Dream Weavers... Very secluded bunch, wise beyond reason but a bit stuck up at times too. They are the recorders of the world, writing down as history as it moves but also keepers of the old secrets. Dreams and Nightmares are windows into different worlds different to ours, some are grand while others are just horrible... No wonder they are like how they are." He finished while diving into thought. He knew that the reason he could not go to the Beast Makers often was because it was not suited to a young innocent Dragon, what with all the sex, magic and sex magic going on to make new creatures. The Dream Weavers however was a bit more mysterious, just thinking what kind of forbidden and ancient knowledge they hold sent shivers down him.

"Oh it sounds so interesting! What kind of spells do you know?" She chimed in again, stars in her eyes while doing so.

"I am a bit too young to learn of the Maker Spells that help shape the worlds but my fire breath is in fact a spell. Dragons can learn new elemental breaths too like lightning or ice but I think I am still a few years away from even starting those." He noted while drinking his soup

"Hmmm...can you teach me how to do fire breath then?" Marble said with such enthusiasm that Spyro nearly spilled his soup. "If it is a spell then it uses magic and Nestor said that Magic stuck to me giving me brains and stuff right? So I must be able to use magic too!" Her logic sounded reasonable, too reasonable.

"I... had not thought of that but it is not that easy. To use any magic requires the Awakening, an ancient practise of study where you must learn what magic feels like, smells like, to sense it in the very world without senses at all. Only then can you even begin to start learning how to use Spells, each spell too takes study just as complicated if not more so. My fire breath came to me because I naturally have a "fiery personality" as the elders love to point out so for you it could be different too." He was trying not to hurt her feelings but magic was incredibly complicated and brains or not took a long time. Dragons lived for thousands of years at least, all the time in the world to learn everything magical but for a creature doomed to live a few decades it could be too much.

"I understand. Just means you will have to start teaching me after this little adventure is done then." She said with a wink. Spyro blushed, not from anger or embarrassment either but rather just from amazing this Sheep was. Not waiting to find himself staring again Spyro tossed the bowl into the cauldron before getting up, stretching his legs before extending a hand to help Marble.

The rest of the world was delightfully simple, few more Gnorc cooks as they went along. The occasional dragon to save but this world turned out to be much smaller than they expected. With the main town of several buildings cleared there was only a few outskirts to finish off with but the biggest issue was gliding over the purple river to reach a high cliff top with Marble on his back. With that challenge done they had not much more to sort as they walked over the hot sands to find a lovely shady spot by a lone tower. A nice enough spot to have an early nights rest as the hot sun was taxing to both of them, even with Spyro's immunity to temperatures. Laying his head down he could not help but look over to Marble giving such an adorable yawn before adjusting her posture on the warm sands. One last content smile as he headed off to sleep.

The deep sleep Spyro had fallen into was broken quite suddenly. Blinking to see the sun already up while Marble stood trying to nudge him awake with her hooves. She looked a bit flustered.

"Hey Marbles, how are you this morning?" Spyro asked with a yawn as he stood up.

"Hot. This world is hotter than Peacekeepers I swear and I really need a drink." She definitely sounded as hot as she looked, thirsty too.

A wave of worry hit Spyro. He might be all but immune to fierce heat and biting cold but she was not, thoughts raced as he wondered how hot this desert was. He could walk through fire without issue but she obviously couldn't, a fact that he had not even considered so far as he picked her up onto his back with wings out for shade. Gliding quickly now down from the high cliffs where they was camping he headed out to the exit portal with wordless thanks to the small nature of this world.

Marble sat in the cool purple water of the river that flowed lazily through the Peace Keepers world while Spyro sat on the river bank watching. Despite her many attempts to convince him she was alright he still insisted she stayed here for another minute, his kindness was always apparent even from the start but this was new. She had noticed he had been acting far more caring or gentle of late, not to mention all the staring when he thinks she is not looking, but even this was odd. Normally his eyes liked to wander to her tail or other embarrassing places but recently he had been just watching her, her expressions, her movements, how she does things as he soaked in all the details he could. Having grown up nothing more than an animal she did not have great knowledge or any wisdom in matters of the heart so instead she tried logic. Laying back she floated along in the water as her mind worked to put the pieces together. He started out just using her as a physical plaything so he must of been just looking at her as an object but now he was looking at her as a creature. Dare she say, even an equal. There was all the caring stuff, the kindness reaching maybe too high levels as well. It was here that something clicked, causing a bit of a blush before she took a look over to her Dragon. Still sitting and watching her but looking more happy than worried now. She gave a smile herself before paddling over and leaving the river.

"Thanks, I am good now." She said while giving him a look he had only seen a few times before.

With a nod they headed to the next stop on the adventure, a lovely little place that made Marble sigh wearily before they even stepped into the gateway. Dry Canyon. A very harsh crack of sand and dust like no-other where only one thin river snakes its way across it in defiance. Placed so high up on cliffs that a strong scalding wind blows through it without mercy, the Dragons sure did have some interesting ideas about making worlds.

Marble only had to take one step out of the shade a stone tower that marked the entrance to this world before retreating back. Sitting on the ground with a thump as she gave Spyro some defeated looks.

"Oh I am not going out there, it must be twice as hot as the Artisans in the shade!" She said with a huff that he could only find cute.

"Come on Marble, this IS a canyon so there is plenty of shade plus the underground river does surface in places. It can not be that bad right?" He tried to coax her while petting her back.

"Oh no no mr immune to heat Dragon, Peace Keepers was an oven, Cliff town was a fire and this place is... something else that is very hot!" She said with a huff.

"You wanted to be a dragon right? Learn spells and all that?"

"Well ye...so how about a trade? You clear these worlds and I will mate like a dragon for you, even be on top or any of that weird stuff... " She was giving a particular evil look to Spyro at this point who was blushing and thinking over that offer.

"T-tempting but to be a dragon means strength. IfIcan resist that then surely you can deal with a few more days of this heat?" He gave her a little nuzzle without thinking before pulling back before she looked his way. She sighed,

"Fine...but you owe me something after all this, my poor hooves are close to melting at this point." She was just too cute and Spyro was close to letting out an audio coo from the sheer adorable nature of her pouty face.

She stood up. Shaking off a bead of sweat just from sitting in the shade before taking a step closer to the edge of the cool area. A quick swat on her rump from behind caused her a bit of a yelp as she trotted forward without thinking, Spyro almost prancing after playfully. While he worked on something as a reward he did know one way to get her mind off the heat... he just had to make her think of something else. It was like a dance, she trotted backwards away from Spyro, dipping, flipping and dodging his attempts at tackling her, her complaints eventually turning to laughs as she caught on. They continued like this for a bit, with Spyro subtly directing her from shady spot to another while they headed for the river in much mirth.

A shot rang out. The air shattered from an explosion that propelled a piece of junk metal at speeds unthinkable mere inches from Marble's head into the canyon wall behind her. Before she had time to think or move Spyro did instead, rushing past as a blur. As she turned she only caught a glimpse of Spyro striking a Gnorc, his tail spike shredding the metal shield like paper, the armor fell too. In a second the Gnorc fell to ash, it's gem that helped sustain it's fake magical existence caught mid air by the dragon. In a blink he was back with her in a hug, holding her close to him without words as the shock of what almost happened dawned on her. She lifted her legs to return the hug as well, thankful for his protection but worried about how hard this may have hit him. He had already been so overbearing in his care and worries, this surely could not help but despite expecting him to stay here for quite some time he broke away from her.

With a point to the shady spot near the exposed river ahead he said one word,

"Stay." His eyes. Burning with fire she had never seen as he started to walk away. No longer soft and round with wonder but sharp, narrow like a blade as fury welled up inside. She could feel it, the rage inside him was igniting his fire causing the very air to shimmer around him, a furnace of power ready to explode.

He felt something grab his side. Turning to see her holding him as strong as she could despite the intense heat radiating from him, her discomfort, her worried helpless look as stared straight into his soul terrorfied. It broke something inside him, snapping him back to where he was as he could only hug her. Crying while apologizing over and over.

They stayed like this a while by the river until he felt her safe enough to let go again. That weapon was new, not magic no but something fancy and complicated. The only thing close was the various canons of the Peace keeper's world but this weapon was so much more smaller, quicker, it was powerful. Not wanting to be pushed away she kept a strong face, trying to learn as much as she could while discussing it with Spyro. They came to a conclusion, while it functioned like a smaller canon it was just a slow to reload, dodging that first shot or killing the user before it can even fire meant victory. Despite how much he tried to convince her to stay she was adamant in continuing, using his own words against him. She was a dragon now. if only in name but she needed to act like one too.

As if to demonstrate her point she walked over to a lone gem, picking it up to take it back to the chest Spyro carried. Giving him a knowing look as she did. He felt a bit better, maybe he had been worrying a little too much about her. With the pair of them now calmed down again and Spyro's trust in her skills once again reestablished they continued on, there was a lot to do after all!

First thing was to go through the world while picking up any gems and knocking out any Gnorcs, simple but effective. Along the way they also need to save any crystallized Dragons, fairly easy as touching them somehow shatters the crystal encasement easily. After that the last things to do is double checking any missed things and opening any locked chests, thankfully the infinite chest that Spyro carried kept a tab on what each world had. This world was quite big with plenty of side routes, open areas and gliding spots to sort out but with Marble increasingly getting to grips with her kicks and Spyro's wings it was little issue. Having to return to the river every so often for Marble to cooldown did extend the length of time it would normally take however but it gave Spyro an excuse to be lazy for a while too. The Dragons of this world seem to be less vocal on whether they support the idea of Spyro's relationship compared to the Artisans as well but was happy enough to let it happen under a watchful eye.

The sun was high now, the heat at its peak. Marble was feeling it as she trod on sweaty and weary but determined to prove her usefulness, she was not about to let something like the sun beat her. Spyro on the other hand had another issue, her scent. In these hot worlds it was so strong and thick that it drove him mad as if his nose was pressed so firmly to her tail at all times for how clear it was. The regular dips into the nearest water pool or river helped somewhat but within minutes it would start up again and eventually Spyro was so frustrated that he debated just pinning her to a wall and...Ah, that was it! A way for him to handle his frustrations while giving her that reward for putting up with all this unbearable heat. He just needed a shady spot where the few freed Dragons would not be able to hear. Proud of his plans he gave a glance over to Marble as she bent down to grab a gem which in turn made him wet his lips,

"This could work really nicely."

As they was heading along to double check some areas in case they had missed anything Spyro put his plan into action. Gliding over to a sandy ledge, far from eyes and ears of other Dragons, with a shady spot nearby and plenty of space he placed the chest down just in front of them before asking.

"So Marbles how about a break?" To which Marble nodded happily in reply before stepping over to the chest to see what snacks they had.

"What do you fancy eating?" She asked innocently back. Just as she opened the lid however she felt two strong hands grab either side of her haunches, casting her gaze backwards she only caught the glint of gold of the purple Dragon smiling at her.

"Roast Lamb." He said before using the entire length of his tongue on her from belly to tail dock. Her legs shook slightly. Not wanting to ruin the mood with a reply to his lewd joke she adjusted her posture to be ready when he went to mount her. He took his time, nosing around, rubbing her with his snout up and down as he bathed in that delicious scent of her, fortified with exercise in the relentless sun. Tongue worming its way inside as she gave a gasp, the thickness was surprising but the length was just shocking. It was like a serpent, tasting every crevice, coiling around and lashing her insides without mercy. Her sweetness was stained with salt, an exotic dessert of flavors that was finer than everything Spyro could create. Hot breath rolled over soft flesh as she could only pant, eyes rolling, before her body tensed. Her upper body bowed forward to rest on the ground as she mouthed passions wordlessly, her body milked his tongue for more and Spyro replied in kind, pushing as far as he could go as he enclosed her with his mouth.

That was different she thought to herself. He had always used his mouth for a warm up but not as the entire thing. While catching her breath she took a look back to see if he was going to have his turn only to see him wipe a little of her arousal off his mouth before taking a deep breath and exhaling out into the air, a little cloud forming. To answer her confused face he blew this breath across her rear. She gasped. Then moaned. It was cold, cool and so very refreshing. She realized, this must be the beginnings of an Ice Breath spell but without the ability to actually breath it yet. Just as she was filled with thoughts of magic he brought her back to reality as a now cooled tongue traced around her, the difference in temperature only served to highlight every movement. Every groove on his tongue could be felt, every inch he twisted inside her caused her teeth to chatter from excitement. She was still so sensitive now, unable to speak or move as her head lay on the ground trying to form words that would not come. Her back legs locked as instinct took her, not that he would let her fall either.

Whenever his mouth would warm up he would continue to exhale to the side, keeping himself like that of a stiff wind in the dead of summer more than a frigid gale. He found feel her shaking, twitching just slightly under his hands. Legs, mouth, ground, all soiled from her arousal as he kept going till the sharp taste of her was finally dulled. Days of having to drown in her scent finally coming to an end as she bleated softly into the air, then panted, then moaned. Drawing out every sweet release of pleasure that he had used her for over the past week, the most fitting reward that he could give. A way to settle the score and put them both in equal footing. He had one left to give if he had counted right and so while blowing cool air over her again he dived back in. Sucking on her sex as his tongue drilled her deeper. The cold temperature still so intense. She was a hair's width from losing herself while his ignored body was just about ready to pop with or without aid so he quickly pulled his tongue free.

She was lost to time or the world, only the pleasurable beating of rough tongue and cold air could be felt but then it left and despite trying to focus her eyes Marble was still unable to push past the haze when suddenly she felt something different. A weight on her back, a purple hand holding Spyro up came into view to rest on the ground near her head. Just as she realized where he was he filled her to the brink with one glorious thrust. Her mind went blank. Strength renewed she bleated, moaned, squeezed and milked him relentlessly. She needed him to cum, she needed to bring this to an end worthy of the time spent on her. Forcing her aching muscles to adjust her head she looked up at her partner only to find him looking just as out of it as she did. No doubt hours swimming in the sex of any female would drive any male to such a point. His long tongue now covered in frost from the lack of control lolled out the side of his mouth as he thrust loosely into her. Not capable of grace or rhythm at this point but trying his best he heard her whisper something and looking down he managed to catch her sign out one word. Knot.

It took all the strength he had to push past that final barrier but when he did he came instantly, mind blanking as they collapsed on top of each other. Claws digging into the sand as legs shook, hooves pushing grooves through the dirt as they felt one last indulgence together before passing out. Still tied so hotly together they had not even realized that the sun was falling onto the horizon already and bringing a close to the day as the interspecies couple lay on the sand drooling. Every inch of her insides painted white and locked in place even now, too tired to even dream as they fell into a deep satisfied sleep.

Sand. Soft and warm from the morning sun. It clung to Spyro's scales, his mouth a barren wasteland of thirst, his hips burning from overuse. A hazy eye looked over to the wooly mess that was cuddled close to him, sticky and filthy from events past. All in all it was a perfect night as a sense of accomplishment filled him. Desperately needing to relieve himself now as well as slake his thirst he quickly got up to head to the river while making sure to not disturb his still sleeping partner as he placed on her on his back and glided away.

The faint sound of rushing water managed to rouse the Sheep from her sleep. Wincing at the many aches and pains that has come from such an intense night she pried her eyes open to look at the water with great longing. With a limp that made Spyro grin like a madman she made her way to the water to at first taking a sip before deciding to just jump headfirst in. Groaning as the cold water helped both clean and sooth her well used privates Marble could feel many tense knots of muscles loosening while deeper aches was numbed. Taking a look over to see Spyro follow suit as he winced himself into the water she could not help but grin at his own suffering.

"So, Marbles... how did you like your little present?" He said with a smirk

"Uhhh, my word. I had no idea there was such a thing as too much mating... I feel like my legs are going to fall off." She began, "But at the time at least it was amazing." She continued while giving him a warm smile.

"Glad to hear it Marble." He said as he moved to the other side of the river to escape the morning sun. "The next world I do believe is going to be more suited to your fluff as well. I hear it is quite cool."

"A cold world? In Peace Keepers? The Dragons are merciful after all!" She said with a touch of sarcasm before pulling herself out of the water. Taking a step before her limp came back.

"Not a word Spyro..." She said with a scowl before stretching and trying again. Spyro all the while was somewhere between trying not to laugh and not letting his pride show. Not content with simply watching her walk away he sprang out of the river himself to follow her while giving a wet wing overhead to keep her cool as they headed to the portal.

Along the way they said their hellos to the Dragons they had saved so far with most giving a friendly wave here or some odd looks there when Marble would lose footing and end up limping shamefully for a bit. She hoped that they would simply think she got injured in battle but as they approached the ramp down to the new world's portal they crossed near to the balloonist. In the most embarrassing moment of her life he shot Spyro a thumbs up and a knowing look of praise. Spyro himself felt some shame but even worse, replied in kind as if to cement the facts. Wishing she had hands to cover her flushed face Marble could only hurry along towards the increasingly cool air. Standing down in a small pocket of a cave the ground was frosty and the air sharp with a pleasant frigid chill. Looking up she saw the gold lettering above the stone portal arch marked it as "Ice Cavern." A very plain name, in fact so plain it was barely even a name at all.

"This is literally just a frozen cavern... Why would you even need to build a world like this?" She said questioningly.

"Ice worlds, even the simplest ones, have many uses. From the best place to store stuff to having unique magic in the air. This one is both a night world and an ice world, the magic here is very strong." He replied knowing her interest in Dragon culture.

Now intrigued she stepped through to land not just on a frozen stone platform but one overlooking the entire area. It was far more grand than what she had pictured indeed. A giant cavern lay sprawling out in all directions, as cold as a harsh winter, while the sky above gleamed with a thousand stars. A massive collection of buildings and bridges snaked all around the edges of the cavern, leaving a seemingly bottomless hole in the middle. They was like that of a castle in all but shape, strong and grand like all Dragon architecture was. She could feel something in the air too, not just the chill but something deeper inside her that left a tingle in her very soul. Was this the magic he had spoke of? So thick that even those with no way to sense the arcane could practically taste it?

Spyro stood next to her as she took in the sights,

"So what do you think? There are plenty of places where you can hide from the wind and there are even torches about that keep some places a bit more warm." He explained with that every present worry leaking through his words.

"It is beautiful. And, very cold. Refreshing really, much better than that dreadful heat." The annoyance in her voice even now sounding so cute to Spyro's ears. The pair headed out with a rhythmic click and clack following them. Her hooves not suited to the slippery ice but there was few narrow places to walk across and Spyro did love the cute little sounds as she walked carefully along the ice. Learning from past mistakes Spyro also made sure to keep an eye open while Marble was lost to the amazement of this world. A giant stone dome of sorts with a bottomless frozen abyss and open top while every inch of the walls was covered in powerful stone paths or rooms. Every breath left a cloud in her wake while the normal tasks of collecting gems helped to keep her warm too. The enemies of this world was far from intimidating as well, snowy scouts on skis, common bats and giant Gnorcs that at first seemed scary but a simple push made them slide off the cliffs with ease. It was the perfect break from all the crushing dry heat of the sun for Marble but maybe a little too cold as there was no big sources of heat at all.

One small fire later they sat down in a little round room near one of the experiment storages for a break but also because Spyro apparently had something to show her. He came out with a bowl of what looked like ice or snow but different.

"Here try this, it is a failed food experiment, safe to eat though just eat it slow sinceIheard it can cause headaches."

Taking the bowl she at first looked at the few solid blobs of white snow like stuff before taking a cautious lick. It tasted fantastic, sweet and rich as she licked it happily but after a moment stopped to ask.

"How come this is a failed experiment? It is great!"

"It is basically ice that melts even faster. Without complicated or costly ice magic chests to store it in it is impossible to keep around." He explained simply and indeed it made sense really. Even after tasting it for a minute she knew that it would be fantastic for hot days instead of frozen worlds like this one but on such days it would melt and become useless. She leaned into him as she ate to find him as warm as the fire. Cozy really. Letting out a content sigh she let her mind wander to what else could be stored here. Fantastic food, a warm loving partner and fantastic sights all wrapped up into an adventure that would make her a hero to those she thought the gods of the world until a few weeks ago. She gave a look up to Spyro watching the fire before breaking out into a playful grin. Putting the bowl down she moved to lie down on the side before giving him a small tap with her back leg to draw his attention.

"Um do you want to... you know?" She spoke to him with a shaky confidence. Tail high in an open invitation to accentuate her point while a small cute blush from her shyness framed her in the warm light. Spyro was taken back a bit, doubly so considering how intense of a mating session they had yesterday, but he was not one to say no to a needy Sheep. He took a step over but instead of the normal nosing around chose to lie behind her instead, the warm fire in front while him hugging her back was very comfy.

He began by reaching an arm around, underneath her, and then up past her belly. Feeling the soft fluff of her underside getting thinner and thinner until he met soft flesh instead. She certainly felt cold, her normal faint warmth had been lost but nothing a warm Dragon body can not fix. Tracing his fingers softly over her he blindly followed the natural contours and valleys of her form causing her to coo gently. Next came a soft lick to her neck, each one leaving a cool spot behind, while he searched out for any sensitive areas or sweeter spots on her soft skin. Lifting his now sticky hand up to grip her sides he held her leg higher as well for that little extra bit of room.

Gently biting some fluff on her shoulder for grip he moved to line up, experience letting him get the right angle easily as he sunk slowly into her. They was both sensitive from yesterday and while he had his Dragon healing and stamina proving an advantage Marble would still need more time. She could feel every inch of him, more so than normal in fact, from the subtle point of the tip to the rough ridged underside that scraped along her so softly it was no wonder she had never been aware of it. Breathing quickly became labored as he worked slowly, sinking smoothly till his knot rested on her before doing a quick pull to repeat the motion. Normally it would be so gentle that she would barely feel it but today every movement was like fire all up and long her body. Letting go of her leg he wet two of his fingers before returning them to her underside to find that one sweet spot that made her breathless. It was quite the relaxing time as he stared into the fire nearby and let her squeeze around him to her leisure however despite her invitations did not have much to give today. Within minutes her energy had fallen and it was up to Spyro to continue doing the work when he finally felt her clamp down on him, sighing pleasurably he let her ride it out as long as he could before quickly pulling out as to not make a mess of her in this cold.

As he let her rest a moment Spyro pressed himself to his fluffy friend, her shudders and twitches feeling wonderful against his slick erection as he lay pressed against her warm sex. As soon as she had calmed down enough however he wasted no time in pushing back inside and returning his fingers. It was slow and gentle as he worked to loosen up any sore muscles made from yesterday.

"How many do you want?" He whispered with hot breath that made her ears twitch.

"Just..one more..." She whispered back. Already fairly close as he decided to make this one a little strong. Speeding up as his fingers pressed a little harder to her she tensed ready for that last release but as she came he did not stop. Instead he chose to go deep with short thrusts as his knot grinded hard into her but made sure not to push all the way as wanted this to be relaxing for her after the chaos of yesterday. He was close himself as he worked to finish quickly seeing her so sensitive from her own and once again was careful to pull out the second he met the edge to not make any more of a mess then he already had. This world had little water and it was all very cold, not suitable for swimming at all.

"I... don't suppose you feel like cleaning me up do you?" Spyro asked and as if to highlight his point tapped his dick her on her rear but seeing her unsure face however he moved to reply for her. "Hey it's fine, that is not for everyone."

Thankfully he had made sure to not make a mess but she was still so wet that it risked frostbite in the open air. Spyro however did have a plan for this as he sat up and along with a cloth from the chest used his heated breath to dry and tidy things although he did linger a bit longer than needed to just enjoy the view. When done he placed an almost innocent kiss on her sex to mark a job well done before standing up to stretch.

They still had things to do in this world but this was an excellent break indeed. Putting out the fire they headed out but as the casual nature of what just happened dawned on them they could only exchange some awkward looks at first but soon the silence was broken as Marble began laughing.

"Hey, spyro?" she began shyly.

"Yes Marbles?"

"I am really happy that I get to be the one on this trip, not the best start no but out of all the Sheep you could have picked and out of all the Dragons out there,Iam happy it was us." She said while looking up at the sea of stars above.

"I... I agree, you are the best thing to happen to me even if it had to happen at the worst of times." Trying to keep his casual demeanor up but failing.

"Hey, if my Dragon timekeeping is working right it is still early, do you want to head back to Peace Keepers after this? I know a lovely place for a rest." He gave her a pat on the head as she turned to look at him.

"Ok...yes, I would love that." Giving another adorable smile back to him as they continued Spyro put a wing over her but this time not for shade. All the Dragons in the world could be watching them now but it would mean naught anymore.

A huge Dragon stood high on the cliff face of the Peace Keepers, the surprise magic attack was the first time that they had ever been defeated but to make it worse their rescuer was both a young Dragon and a Sheep! He was a valiant fighter at least while his Ewe had some surprisingly good moves of her own but really the issue was the nature of their relationship...as well as how public they was with it. Even now he could see the pair of them walking along to clear out yet another world, laughing, teasing, it was like watching a newlywed couple more than the heros of the world. Shaking his head he turned to go sort things of his own.

"Did you see the look on Magnus's face when he found us having a picnic on that hill?" Spyro began nearly laughing from the memory.

"I can not believe you invited him to join us, never thought a Dragon could even turn that color!" Marble retorted before cracking up herself. "So, what kind of world have we got this time? The inside of a volcano?" Marble continued amusingly.

"Pfft, thankfully we are not that crazy... I think. This is another island world, like Sunny Flight from Artisans." He explained.

"That sounds nice, what is the no doubt genius name of this one?" She said mockingly.

"...Night Flight." Spyro said and with that the pair could only take one knowing look at each before breaking down into laughing again.

Finally they made it to the entrance portal of the world. Marble being the ever free spirit that she is went first while giving Spyro a silly 'Hands off' look as she went through the portal which caused him to roll his eyes. You slap a Sheep's ass one time and suddenly all of the Artisans get ideas. Correct ideas but still.

Marble stepped out onto the crisp grass of this new world, taking a deep refreshing sigh as finally there was at least one world in the Peace Keepers realm that was not either frozen or on fire. Spyro came a moment later, giving her an amused look when he found her rolling about on the grass but before he could decide to join her he had to scout for dangers. Stepping up to the side of the grassy cliff however Marble was quick to join in.

"Oh what are those big towers in the distance?" She asked, full of wonder as normal.

"They are lighthouses of course, I should have guessed you have never seen one." Spyro stated as a matter of fact.

"What do they do?" She replied

"Oh it is simple, they store fire magic inside them, the light they give off as a side effect that is where the name comes from." He explained.

"Ooo~ Sounds pretty but all I can see are unlit ones?" It was true, all the lighthouses was now unlit, the work of Gnorcs most likely but surely they could not have drained all the magic yet. They must have just been turned off for some reason. Telling Marble to stay for a moment he flew off to scout out the area. She did not mind, the sky in this world was nothing short of beautiful as she lay down to relax for a bit.

Spyro expected at least the same forces as last time, planes, trains, maybe boats or other technological weapons but no, there was nothing. No guard towers, no Gnorcs of any kind. Taking another loop around the island he then took a quick dive underwater just in case but still he found nothing. There was clearly traces of Gnocs, the lighthouses was unlit, the anti-magic arches built but apparently they found no reason to stay here. Sighing in relief this was a great opportunity to have some fun with Marble with no danger to either of them for once, he did need a break from all the fighting lately.

Returning to Marble to find her watching the stars on her back he informed her that there was no dangers here and so with a nod he picked her up to head to the main island. She chose to explore as he went out to get rid of the arches or maybe the chests too if he was quick. These islands was quite old, cold too as they had a thin layer of snow but nothing come paired to Ice Cavern. She walked gently through the snow, the giant crystals that littered this world was like those in Sunny Flight she found. Giant, glowing and magical. This was a nice break for her, all the late nights and hard work to secure the worlds was very demanding while Spyro was a whole different kind of tiring. The cool air whistled gently past her while small moonglows danced from crystal to crystal in the night, she took a deep breath, filling new life into her as she continued her walk across these ancient isles as Spyro flew overhead.

She had never really thought what it would be like to fly before but after being with Spyro that had changed. Having to ride on his back as he glided from place to place was nothing short of thrilling, the freedom, the wind whistling past, it was just amazing to her. She could only imagine what it would be like to be able to fly on her own, she would do it all the time! Never even landing... Suddenly she got an idea.

Spyro was circling along the cliffs of the island, with all the arches and what was hopefully all the chests sorted out he only had a few things to do. Wanting to check on Marble so she does not feel left out he found her waving to him, a clear look that she wanted him for something. Landing with a puff of wind that make her wool shake, just to make a grand entrance, he waited to see what she wanted.

"Ah spyro, can you do me a favor?" She began.

"Sure thing, what do you want?" Now curious of her plans.

"I want to ride you!" The happy look on her face mixed with the nature of her words almost made him trip over himself but she quickly continued just as he was starting to blush himself.

"I love watching you fly around the islands but I can never follow you so... would you mind if I tag along a bit?" He sighed a breath of relief about her innocent nature and gave her a nod.

"Ah, of course. You hardly slow me down and with no enemies there is no danger at all."

He crouched down low to help her get on. The feeling of his warm but rough scales on her rear and belly felt kind of nice while Spyro himself felt every shudder from her. Not wanting to fly aroused however made him shake the idea from his mind. Taking off quickly, causing her to give a thrilled bleat, he gently glided for a moment as to not shake her around too much. It took a moment to work her eyes to open and when she did found herself in a sea of stars, the strong beats of wings at her sides providing a sense of safety as she leaned back to take it all in. Then she made the mistake of looking down. She did not have a fear of heights but at the same time had no experience being in the sky but Spyro quickly picked up on her discomfort as he started to fly down a bit lower to the water.

When she looked again this time she felt better. Lower down was far less scary while still having plenty to see, her cute smile returning as they flew past a collection of giant crystals glowing brightly in the night. He took a dive to pick up speed as he turned to head to one of the nearby lighthouses. Spiraling around it for a moment he gave a puff of fire causing it to ignite spectacularly, a fierce but warm light that fought back the darkness in all directions. Marble was amazed even if it did leave her seeing spots.

Laughing and cheering as they went Spyro flew from one light house to the next, each one exploding into light like that of fireworks. All fear of the sky gone as he flipped, dived or spun along the clouds, falling playfully into the water only to burst back out refreshed. Hearing a yawn Spyro went to land, not wanting to risk her slipping off but happy that he managed to have a such a good time with her.

Landing to find Marble a bit unsteady he gave her a hand to get back down to the more stable ground. A humorous smile spreading infectiously across his face as he recalled this was now the second time he has made her legs wobble. Shaking the dirty thoughts out of his mind he led her to a nice little cliffside spot where a bit of fire breath cleared the snow and ignited a fire to make a much more cozy area. As he got the chest out to see what kind of supplies he has for supper Marble lay down near the fire while still giggling every so often to the amusement of it all. Soft eyes watched her strong dragon dig through a near bottomless chest just to make some food for the two of them and despite him being no doubt tired after a entire day of flying he never let it show. A brave face with strong hands, a warm smile with dirty eyes, he was a Dragon of many pieces and Marble just loved working out how they all fit together.

Materials in hand he returned to the fire to start working. Metal poles and plates formed a frame that allowed him to hang a pot over the fire or use a frying pan. Not as good as a real kitchen but it was far more portable. Marble watched with enthusiasm as he would take a bit of this, cut it up, sprinkle a dash of something else, blues, browns, reds all mixed together and boiled to form one of many dishes that was tasty and nutritious. Making note to one day ask him how to cook or at least the basics she was content to just watching him for now, seeing what he did commonly, the amounts of things, how they blended or mixed. It was like magic, to take the raw elements of the world with nothing but knowledge and skill to form it into something complicated and grand.

Next he picked up something wrapped in paper but then seemed to correct himself mentally which only left Marble curious.

"What's that?" She said before he could put it back.

"Meat, beef to be exact." He said, holding the package to her but not unwrapping it.

"Can I try some?"

"...You want to try meat? You know it comes from an animal right?" He questioned, somewhat intrigued if a Sheep could even eat meat at all.

"As long as it is not Gnorc or Sheep I do not see why not. You clearly like it and it IS edible." She replied back, a look of determination.

"Up to you, gonna have to cook it for a while however. I doubt you have the teeth for it." He said with a shrug before pointing to his own razor sharp fangs.

Unwrapping it she did not think it looked that bad, red and smooth with only a bit of blood at all, even then she could imagine it was red water if she was squeamish about any of this. What really sent a shiver down wooly form was when he placed it on a plate, extended a single claw to cut it easily into smaller cubes. To know those same claws had been on her or even worse inside her caused her heart to quicken something strong. He was at the end of the day a predator, a machine built to slaughter anything he wanted to eat... But not wanting to dwell on such thoughts she instead watched as he added the meat to the pot. Starting off red but slowly turning a rich brown.

"So...what worlds have we got to look forward to after this one? I bet there are some worlds I could not even imagine!" She said as her eyes moved off the food to instead gaze over to a far more tasty sight.

"Dream Weavers has some strange worlds considering they are all floating in the sky with giant castles but I think Beast Makers have to be the oddest. I mean, the Dragon's over there are obsessed with being lazy and indulgent but the world they made is a giant swamp, trees bigger than towers!" He started, occasionally stirring the stew. "Where do I began, I have only heard of these places from the adults since... you know but the stories I have heard. Misty Bog is a little collection of island and bridges connecting what seems to be an endless ocean of sludge while Terrace Village on the other hand is all mud huts but each one has luxury and rare things. From the finest food to giant hot bathes filled with exotic salts or perfumes." He continued, waving the spoon around as he did.

"Finally there is Tree Tops, apparently in one corner of the swamp they made trees grow giant, like big enough for a dozen Dragons to build houses inside! But do you know what they use to get around the tops of this place? Charge Ramps! It's nuts..." He finished with another stir, a bit of fire breath to heat things up quicker.

"Charge Ramps?" She asked, full of wonder and amazement as her mind strained to even imagine these places.

"Ah ye... In some worlds the Dragons use magic powered Charge Ramps, they are just slopes but if you run down them the magic causes you to massively increase speed allowing you to jump entire chasms." He spoke casually, explaining it like you would grass but to her it was amazing and her eyes lit up as her desire to try one of those grew.

Spyro took a spoonful of the stew and gave it a blow before trying a bit. Finding it acceptable he took another spoon, this one with a nice bit of meat, to see how Marble would like it.

"Open wide, this might be too tough for you but try your best." He said amusingly to which she rolled her eyes but still opened to try it out. The gravy was rich, earthy as spices mixed well but there was something else. As if learning to eat again she chewed as hard as she could, meat was strong in both texture and taste. Something new that she had never knew could exist in food but whatever it was it mixed with the gravy perfectly as she worked to get through it, teeth be damned this was far too tasty to pass up.

Seeing her approve he poured two bowls out and made sure to blow on hers first, lest she hurt herself, before handing it over. Spyro himself was thankful that she liked meat as going vegetarian for the past week was far from fun. Not much was said as they relaxed and enjoyed each other's company while the stars shone brightly overhead like little gems. The sound of the waves crashing nearby gave a lovely ambiance as well while the Moonglows would fit and dance through the grass. As the night got darker the once gentle glow of the crystals grew brighter and combined with the intense light of the lighthouses they illuminated the islands in gold and azure. Spyro almost matched with this vibrant tones of purple and gold, a royal and exotic combination that not even the other Dragons matched, and it made Marble herself stare for a moment. Unsure eyes meeting his before they looked away again.

Putting the bowl aside she came up close to him to rest her head on the side of his chest. The question simple, did he want her before bed? The answer even more so, not tonight. Both of them was all but exhausted from the thrills so to finally get a nice night's sleep would be a perfect end as she climbed on his back for one final flight.

Not wanting to make the mistake of sleeping in a world that is forever stuck in night time they headed to Peace Keepers but Marble fell asleep on the way. Spyro arrived to find it early night time, a good guess at least for his Dragon timekeeping senses, as he moved to head to the camping spot that they had set up some nights ago. Putting her down onto the straw bed he could not help but trace a hand gently along the curve of her cute little muzzle as now at least he could stare all he wanted to. Yawning he curled up next to her. Acting as her warmth he wrapped his arms around that soft lovely fluff.

With a single kiss on the side of her head he held her a little tighter before allowing himself to fall into sleep. The pair blissfully unaware of the eyes that had been watching them from a very safe distance the past few nights.

Come morning Spyro and Marble stood at the entrance of the last world in the Peace Keepers. A once powerful training realm for new recruits that is bathed in a never ending solar eclipse now turned into a fortress for the first general of Gasty's army, Doctor Shemp. He was a strange giant of a Gnorc, savage and brutal, wielding a war banner adorned with some poor creature's skull.

The pair sat sketching out a plan in the sand outside the portal. Thanks to the information from the adults they knew the layout of this world. The entrance pathway is a straight line to the training arena, with a sheer drop on the right and a towering cliff wall to the left. There was little in the way of buildings or fortifications that should make attacking quite easy but there was one issue. The arena had retractable bridges connecting three tall islands in a boiling crater of tar and if all three bridges were to be retracted then there would be almost no way to get to the exit portal or Shemp. Not to mention, there would be no cover from gunners and archers.

"Right, so I think this will work. Do you understand everything?" Spyro said, double checking things.

"Hmm I think so. You go in first, after a minute or two to make the entrance safe I will follow along. We will fight our way as we do, picking up gems and everything else as normal. When we get to Shemp, who is no doubt in the arena,I will let you fight while I watch your back for any sneaky Gnorcs." Marble repeated

With a nod they erased the plans. Standing up and turning to the portal Spyro gave her one last confident look before taking a breath and charging in.

On the other side of the portal it was just as the other Dragons had said, the entrance was on the edge of a cliff with a decorative archway nearby. Spyro only had to look down the long path ahead to see the trouble. Several big, nasty looking creatures that he decided was Gnorcs. Each one carrying with them... wooden spoons? Strange but what was more intimidating was the far smaller Gnorcs on their side. They was like animals, no, even more deranged. Crouched low to the ground they had metal plating covering most of their bodies and face, only leaving the mouth clear as they drooled mindlessly. In one hand a stick darkened over who knows how many fights with blood, a skull fixed to the end. In the other hand a blade, clean, sharp and ready.

Spyro moved forward but he got as far as the arch way before the bigger Gnorc smacked the smaller slave on the back with the spoon. It was like he came possessed, running, screaming as if in agony, teeth filed crudely to points barred ready to tear as he swung the knife like a soldier gone mad. Spyro dipped to the right quickly to just barely dodge the knife. When he flipped around to fight however he only caught the sight of the creature running off the edge of the cliff, still screaming. They was blind. Turning to sort the bigger Gnorc he found them very weak, a single puff of fire was easy enough but as he looked into the distance he understood the tactic. The bigger ones was the watchers and when anything gets too close they unleash the smaller savages to charge mindlessly at them, no fear, no capability to reason or think while they tore whatever they ran into apart.

Marble entered the portal. Landing to find not a battlefield at least but a very worried Spyro signaling to her to come over. He most likely had worked out what they was up against by now and so seeing as he was trying to keep a low profile she started to walk quietly over. Suddenly she felt something on either side of her, head moving just enough to see ropes and metal before she was pulled at speed into the air, up along the cliff wall. Looking down she only caught a peek of Spyro panicking but unable to get to her. She tried to struggle out of the binds only to find that there was a small Gnorc sitting on her back currently tieing her up like a spider.

Reaching the top of the cliff face she was thrown down into the arena on the other side but was thankfully caught carefully by something. Something big. Opening her eyes she found a massive Gnorc clad in some kind of stained metal apron. He was flanked on all sides by smaller savage creatures drooling, sniffing but not moving as bigger ones sat lazily near by.

"Ay ay lads look'er at what we caught this time. A stuck up little toy of a Dragon that is proving to be a right big pain in my ass." He spoke vilely, a slur to his speech as his breath sent her reeling from the smell of it. The crowed seemed to hang on his every word with the smaller ones especially as they would cheer or shout with strange garbled noises. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp but found herself to be encased in ropes holding her legs firmly to herself. Even more worryingly however was how he only need one of his massive filthy hands to hold her.

"Nay nay lass, no point trying anything. I could throw you to wee ones, they do need a new play thing but that would ruin the... flavors." He said with a disgusting smile as he walked along the bridges that connected the islands.

"Ah yus, a rare piece of meat like you must be savored. Any other warm bit of meat I would just throw into the breeding pits, the wee ones only know two things after all and fuckable food solves both of them." The beast stopped to laugh deeply as he eyed her, into her very soul. The crowd was nearly in an uproar as he spoke loud and proudly with his trophy in hand.

"Nay, for you I have another idea. All that magic stuff that you absorbed from your little Dragon has soaked deep into you which means one thing..." He said before dropping her into warm water that was not deep enough to worry about but drowning was the least of her worries.

She was in a pot, a big black metal cauldron that even now had a fire working to slowly heat it up while the water was seasoned heavily. It was rancid and sour with even a small accidental sip nearly causing her to throw up from whatever they had added.

"Soups on lads!" He said turning to enrage the crowd once more before sitting down on the first island as the two others retracted the bridges. Lastly he pointed out with the banner, the signal given as all the savages headed out to meet Spyro.

Spyro was mad. Small embers of fire flickered across his scales as his rage met a boiling point and exploded into actual heat. He was not about to let some stupid Gnorc out smart him nor was he gonna let them harm a single curl of wool on Marble's body. He set out, walking slowly but steady as the crack of wooden spoons rang out and two savages came running. The first destroyed with a single spin of his tail while the other stopped in it's tracks as a torrent of fire belted like a storm. The armor protected him from burns but the force of it, the heat, stopped him from moving. Spyro only had to stroll up and give a single clean swipe to end it. Not even stopping he continued the march, eyes of fire and blood of ice fueling deep magic. The giant butchers fell with ease while savages came from all angles but was swatted away like flies. His wings beat blasts of air strong enough to unroot trees, fire let loose like rivers. In his wake only the gems was left behind since it was not worth the time to collect them yet.

It was tiring however to use this much of this physical strength and magic combined but he knew that rushing is what they wanted him to do. He had to be stable and make sure to not let slip into an ambush. Finally he saw the magic whirlwind that would take him up to the arena and after taking a moment to breath stepped into it. Freeing the arena master Trondo as he walked past into the arena the adult Dragon was about to say his thanks but could only retreat when he saw the abyss of rage that Spyro was lost to.

Marble sat neck deep in a pot of steaming but not yet boiling water, she looked distressed and tired but not in pain. His heart softened as he knew she was alright but still he was on borrowed time. Two butchers sat guarding her but first he had another wall to get through as Shemp sat on the first island blocking the way to her.

"Ay there you are my pretty. Soups not quite ready yet." Shemp said as he stood. A filthy and merciless grin cracking along his face as he swung the banner around before smashing it into the ground as if to intimidate the young dragon. It did not work. Spyro simply climbed the stairs as his eyes locked on the giant ahead of him. A huge metal apron stained with gore lay on his front, metal sandals protected his feet while goggles strapped to his head completed the deranged outfit. The pair circled the first island, a small arena of it's own, where falling would mean a painful end in the boiling tar pits below.

Shemp moved first. Dashing forward sluggishly as he brung his weapon over head with a great strike and even when Spyro dodged back he did not miss a beat to continue striking his way along the ground. Fiery breath blasted his front but with the exhaustion of the fight so far and the metal armor Spyro could do little more than slow him down while rolling from one side to another. Next he tried charging but only ended up bouncing off the heavy metal. Nothing broken but his head rang as he narrowly moved out of the way of the banner working it's hardest to bring this to an end. Suddenly Spyro realized something as he stood straight on with the beast of a Gnorc. He waited for him to come running before swiftly strafing to the left using his wings. Skidding around he dug his claws into the ground and let loose the inferno once more but this time on Shemps back.A scream rang out as flesh blistered from the intense heat. With grace betraying his size Shemp ran across the quickly extending bridge to the second island. Spyro was about to follow but had other matters to tend to as he glided down to where Marble was being kept. Extinguishing the fire first as you would a candle he quickly removed her from the water. Freeing her of the ropes he moved instantly to wrap her up in a comforting hug.

For just a moment they stayed locked together in this reunion before she spoke up.

"Don't worry about me, lets just go get this monster alright?" As she broke from the hug Spyro was taken back from her determination but more than ready to go crack some heads.

The pair walked along the bridge whispering, nodding, before agreeing on something. Standing on the second island with a very angry looking Shemp they gave him no time as the pair broke off and sprinted around each side. As was the logical choice Shemp chose to focus on Spyro coming up his right, blocking a fire breath when suddenly a hard crack rang out as hooves like stone struck his spine hard enough to send him rolling straight off the edge of the island. With luck however Shemp grabbed the edge moments before it was too late, his stunned face poking up from the edge as Spyro grabbed Marble front legs mid sprint, spinning her around before throwing her at full tilt straight into the monster's face. The force enough to knock him from one island to the next as he clung to the wall with two V shaped hoof prints engraved onto his face and one of his glasses lay shattered.

The bridge extended seemingly automatically to the last island. With Marble standing on Spyro's back he charged forward and upon getting close enough he stood mid run to throw her over Shemp's head. Apparently learning from mistakes he instead moved to the side, putting his back to the edge of the island but it did not matter. Spyro's tail swiped his legs causing him to fall off balance as a flying kick came from the other side, completely catching him by surprise as he fell into the tar below.

The pair stood panting. Letting out a cheer and a cuddle to celebrate but something seemed off with Marble. She became unfocused, teeth chattering as she started shaking. Spyro put his arms on her shoulder, trying to work out what is wrong with worry when suddenly she let out a long weary sigh and fell asleep. Pulling her onto his back he turned to head out of the arena when he realized how many of the savages was left. Dozens all sitting on the stands in an almost stunned silence. It was far too quiet but one of the creatures stood up. Despite the metal helmet covering the eyes Spyro could swear it was staring straight at him but before he could make a run for it the savage lifted an arm slowly and let out an ungodly scream. Without hesitation the entire crowd started to move. Many spitting off to make it over the the island but many more simply trying to jump over the tar pits and failing. It did not deter them at all as others would use the fallen as stepping stones. Within seconds they was swarming like screaming ants.

A sharp whistle rang out causing Spyro to whip around. It was Trondo, waving at him from the exit. Spyro did not wait and began to run. The sandy islands were already swarming with savages as Spyro pushed to cut a path through them. Wing beats and fiery breath had reached its limits and with the creatures snapping at his heels Spyro just managed to slide through the gateway as the heavy wooden door closed behind him.

Locking the great door behind them Trondo turned to face Spyro but upon seeing him carrying his Sheep friend over to a more softer spot decided to give them some room. Heading around the corner to the maintenance area he began turning levers and spinning weighty cranks that creaked with age. A crystal of fierce red that was embedded into the metal wall began glowing more and more until the older Dragon gave a nod and headed back to see how the pair was doing.

Spyro had moved her to a rest bed near one of the windows. His expression telling the older Dragon everything he needed to know as he walked over. Putting his hand on her head he focused for a moment before her breathing became normal once more.

"What was that?" Spyro asked with clear confusion.

"Magical overexertion. Your friend here seems to have been using subconscious physical augmentation spells, a feat that almost all Dragons can do in one form or another but she is not a Dragon... Care to tell me more about her?" He explained, a stern but caring look.

Spyro began to explain more about them, trying to leave out the more lewd areas of the relationship but deciding to come clean if it meant side effects. When he was done Trondo began laughing a little, sitting down as he almost lost it completely.

"You have to messing with me...Ah my word, ok lad listen up this is something only adults get to know but if you listen close I might have a few secrets for you as well." Trondo continued to explain as Spyro give him a nod.

"Your...'friend' there is one of the Crested. According to the Magic Crafters all life has magic energy called aether, in some cases even fake life too but that's another story. Sometimes, very very rarely my lad instead of one pebble of aether forming into the Core of a creature a few pebbles get stuck together..." He began slowly. "This means that when the creature is born it has all the perks of more magic, it is smarter, stronger, can cast spells, will have a longer life span, the works. However. Since it is still a common animal it will often live it's life having no idea what it is or what it is capable of." He continued to explain as Marble came around. "It seems because of your... eh relationship the aether of Spyro is leaking into you Marble. It is limited in how much you will end up absorbing but it will kick start your own magic a lot sooner than normal. Now, tell me in the best way you can, how did it feel during that fight? Considering Spyro threw you hard enough into that beast to break half your bones but you are fine you clearly was channeling a spell, like Spyro's fire breath." Marble and Spyro looked at each other. She had no idea she could even do something like that.

"It..eh, it was like..hmm. When I was freed from that pot I just looked at him and felt like something was flowing into me from the ground, I just thought what I wanted to do and it would happen. I would never be able to do half those moves or hit that hard normally now I think about it." She began but finding difficult to put feelings into words.

"Deep down, how did it feel? A great rage that could you lose yourself in, like how Spyro did to get to us? A cold, logical feeling where the entire world seems to break down into shapes? There are many feelings." He tried to give more context.

"No, no it was like... My insides was heavy? But my body felt light, it was like if I wanted to jump then I did but higher than I could ever do before, the world seemed like it was mine to make as I wish, dozens of smaller pieces that fit together... I think." She tried to explain but feeling tired was hard to get it out.

"Ah, listen you two. I have trained Dragons for thousands of years, handled the Awakening of magic in all elements and kinds so trust me when I both say. Congratulations for starting the journey of awakening your element of Earth, young Sheep. And that you must not use it again in battle, you must learn to be able to turn it off and on as you please or your risk shattering your Core... your, well, life." He finished explaining, giving a stern look to Spyro to watch over her. "Spyro, you have only finished awakening your element of Fire, it is still young, raw and untrained, despite the odd amounts of power you have with it, but do your best to teach her anything you can. I do not forget the fact you learned your own spells in a 10th of the normal time others take so have faith in your own wisdom." With that he stood to head back, with much to clean up and do he could not spend too much time here.

The pair sat there for a while till she was more rested, they had gems to collect but only a few since this world was very small. After far too much silence Spyro was the one to speak up, in his normal way.

"So..Marbles... do you think..." He began as she looked over to him, "Do you think us mating counts as magic training now?" He blurted out as he shot her the biggest grin he had causing her to crack up in laugher. Spyro himself following suit for a bit. He stood, giving her a hand to help her stand up before putting the chest down. Grabbing some water for them both helped immensely. Marble gave a stretch to find herself feeling much better now. Heading out of the wooden door Spyro was amazed to find the arena was empty of savages and... covered in cooling tar. A fitting end to those horribly beasts. The work was quick since the world was a fairly small one, a nice bit of mundane chores to settle things down after such an intense day.

Once they had started to head on there way to leave this world Trondo caught them once more but this time he had a gift in hand.

"Take this book lad, it is old but the Magic Crafter sages once gave it to me to help me train and teach magic, elements, all that stuff. It should help you both. Oh, and come back when you have mastered your Element young Ewe,I am dying to spar with a magic casting Sheep!" Causing a bit of laughs all around. Finally with thanks exchanged and a wave they departed into Peace Keepers once more. They barely even made it back to camp before falling asleep on the spot, rest well earned as tomorrow they had an entirely new foe to fight.

III

Marble woke to the smell of something delicious on the wind. It was like Spyro's cooking but as she rubbed her eyes to wake up more found him still asleep next to her. Curious she got up and headed outside the cave, now a camp site of sorts, to find tents in the distance. At first she was worried it was more Gnorcs but no, these was different in style and color, the smells as well was certainly Dragon cooking too. She trotted back to Spyro to give him a wake up nudge or two.

"Oh hey Marbles... did you make breakfast?" He said, picking up on the scent in the air.

"Not me, something is up." She said quietly.

Getting to his feet he headed to the entrance as well. Keen eyes checking out the distant tents before he broke into a smile. Pulling her onto his back before she could complain he took a running glide across the hot sands.

"Ah there you are! We was going to send Magnus to wake you two up but he didn't want to 'interrupt anything'." A cheerful Dragon said as they got close, Magnus himself freezing in the background before heading quickly off in embarrassment around the tents.

"No hero of the Peace Keepers gets to leave here without a celebration, let us handle packing your supplies while you take it easy." Titan continued with vigor.

The pair took a look at each other before giving a knowing grin and running off to explore what had been set up. Colorful banners, tents and cloth to protect party goers from the sun was strung along while food, drinks and other interesting things was laid out all over. Simple, modest even but a very nice surprise to wake up to none the less. Marble did not know where to start, there was so many things to try! From little spicy balls of meat on sticks to strange blue soup, fruits of all colors, some spiky while others was like rubber. One fruit however she could not work out, the skin was as hard as rock but when shook she could hear something sloshing about. Fruit in hand, or rather mouth, she found Spyro currently chugging down a gallon of something strange.

"Oh hey, heh I was wondering when you would find one of these." He said taking the fruit. "Good stuff these, you just gotta take a straw and poke it through this spot here." Doing so as he explained. Handing it back to her she looked dubious, giving it a shake once more before bringing herself to take a sip. It was sweet, sour, very refreshing to say the least. Pleasantly surprised she sat there sipping away until she realized that she was getting looks from all around at her no doubt adorable display. Standing up she tried to walk away in a huff she only made it worse, it is hard being so adorable.

Spyro was quick to follow as he did not want the fun to be ruined at all.

"Sorry, I know you do not like Dragons staring at you..." He tried to apologize.

"Oh no it is just I am still not used to crowds really, I do not mind you staring..." She replied giving him a small hug.

The morning had been fun but they had plenty to do. After giving their thanks, as well as taking a few bits along with them for the road, they headed to the balloonist. Always a nice chap and never even giving a strange look to the odd pair as he helped them board before setting it to the next Realm of Magic Crafters.

"So, anything I should know?" Marble chimed in, wanting to get any information ahead of time.

"I have only been here a few times, mostly during my own training, so I am not the most familiar. Um, this place is set at the very top of a mountain range so watch your footing." He did not know what to say really as the tall violet mountains of the Magic Crafters was as beautiful as they was treacherous. He could only imagine what kind of Anti-magic Gnorcs must be attacking as well. The balloon drifted over the endless arcane seas when it suddenly started to rise, higher and higher until the water below could not be seen and then higher still. With a comforting hand given to Marble she watched the world shrink from view before finally they broke the cloud layer. She looked amazed as all around the swirling clouds formed a alabaster sea of these own. A shiver running down her as the air turned cooler but at least that meant it would not be long now until they landed at the snowy mountain tops.

"It is a nice change to be somewhere cooler again but I bet you are going to miss my, ahem, 'perfume' in the air hm?" She said teasingly to her Dragon sitting nearby who could only let out a blushed cough to look elsewhere. Thankfully in doing so he spotted the docks just coming into view in the distance. Deep green grass outlined with rich violet stone on a chilled mountain side while ancient but luxurious tunnels and buildings ran deep into the very mountain itself.

Seeing nobody at the docs as they touched down filled them with a little bit of relief that there was no ambush yet again for them. Spyro jumped out first with Marble following shortly afterwards. She stopped for a moment to take a deep refreshing breath. This world was much more suited to her than the last with cool, clean air, dry if a bit frosty grass and a lovely view everywhere she looked. The entrance tunnel was even more amazing, deep rich shades of turquoise or crimson with polished marble stone wrapped around all complete with giant gemstones studded tastefully into the walls. The air was electric with magic, she could taste the stuff, as they headed along collecting treasure as was the norm now. Before long they came across Cosmos just before the exit of the tunnels but even so they were still not sure of why the Gnorcs seem to keep the Realm leaders in such an easy to find place. It was Marble's turn as she stepped to free him.

"Welcome to Magic Crafters!" He spoke with a lavish accident, the Rs rolling with every word. "I want you to... by the Elements! A Crested? Good words it had been so long and oh, one of earth by the smell of you. How auspicious of an occasion that my rescuers would be of such rare blood." Losing himself in his excitement for a moment before regaining composure. "Ahem, I need you two to take back the treasure, free my fellow Dragons and overall clean up this rather undesirable mess. To aid you I give you some advice, the Gnorcs have made some sort of deal with the Druids. Powerful as they are ugly you want to watch out as they have stolen the secrets of some of our magics and can now bend the earth and sky as they please." Giving a nod to the both of them. "Now, if you would excuse me,I have a lovely little safe place where I am going to retreat to for a spot of tea." He finished with a small bow before disappearing in a flash of light leaving Marble to only stand slack jawed.

Around the next corner was some of these so called Druids, lowly grunts by the look of them. Disgusting creatures with a huge beak like mouth, wearing what seems to be magical robes with more Gnorc like metal plating as to protect from some elements. They carried not a simple club but a staff equipped with an orange gem that had wind and energy swirling around it just ready to take a bite out of something. Taking a moment to discuss things they headed around the corner with Marble heading to the two on the left while Spyro aimed for the rest on the right.

One of them did spot her but instead of getting some powerful magic attack it just opted to swing the staff low at her. It was far too easy to jump over it and defeat the Druid with a swift kick while the other one did not even realize what had happened as she destroyed it as well. Looking over to Spyro finishing his group she felt a little disappointed.

"I expected more magic." Her face stating all the disappointment she felt.

"Magic does not have to be flashy although I was expecting more than a bunch of dumb grunts with fancy sticks..." Spyro chimed in, feeling a bit let down but there would be no doubt more to come.

They headed out of the tunnels to find a bridge leading to the first main area to where they could see a few more of the Druids but a few however was different. Taller and wearing green robes they looked very frail. The pair decided to keep up the normal strategy of running and kicking however when they ran over the Druid started chanting and all of a sudden the ground erupted under him, lifting him safely up out of reach like a pedestal. Leaving the pair to only look up at him as he sat laughing.

"Well, did not expect that." Spyro said to Marble.

"So, now what?" she replied.

"I think it is time for a lesson." Spyro said as he got the chest out. Reaching around he found the book that Trondo had given them. "Let's see... Ice... Wind... ah Earth. Ahem, 'Earth magic relies on a strong, almost stubborn willpower. It specializes in physical argumentation and terrain deformation. In training you must believe beyond all doubt you can do something but always keep watch of your limits. A master of earth is one that can bend the world to their will'." He read aloud to her.

"Ok, so I want you to jump up there and sort that Druid." He continued while pointing to the pillar of earth next to them which easily several times her own height.

"I... ehm, ok I can do that." Doubt betraying her voice as she looked straight up at the mocking Druid above.

She closed her eyes.

"It is like with Shemp, do not think just do." She thought to herself. Opening her eyes to look up it certainly looked like a far distance to jump. Still she wanted to try and the idea of learning more magic was a definite plus. She took a few steps back, taking a deep breath before giving it her best. Spyro watched her, she did not go far at all, other attempts did not seem to gain any more height either. He smiled knowing exactly what her issue was. He had the same issue when learning how to do his own fire magic. Walking over he put a hand on her back.

"Psst, you remember the feeling you got when fighting Shemp? That same feeling is when magic is channeling around you and only then will any spells work." He explained. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before coming to a realization, giving a happy nod she went over and put a hoof on the pillar. Spyro watched her stand concentrating for a few minutes before she took a step back and this time jumped nearly to the top of the pillar, grabbing the lip of it. Flipping herself up as a panicked Druid came sailing over head. The pillar now lowered to present a very pleased Sheep that Spyro was quick to congratulate but he did not yet have the heart to tell her this world naturally boosted magic.

"I am real proud of you Marbles but I got to check, can you turn it off?" he said while giving her a hug. She nodded.

"It is kind of hard to get it going and it is easy to slip away but it is so fun to use!" She was all but ecstatic at having her own magic for once even if all it did was make her legs stronger. "Can you read me more of that book later?" She asked turning away to pick up the gem left behind from the creature.

"Of course,I am curious about a few things myself." He confirmed with a nod.

The pair continued, the Druids was more of an obstacle than a threat and there was not a lot gems scattered about either. Still, they was not going to complain about it being too easy, Marble for one was loving the cooler, refreshing weather compared to the oven of the last world as well. There was spots of crystal clear spring water all over the mountains, making breaks or clean up from any messes, to be quite easy. It was not long till they found the next Dragon to free as well as something new to try out.

"Ah here we go, you see this ramp with the glowing marks on it?" Spyro began at the top of the ramp.

"Ye? Oh are these those charge ramps?" Marble sounded very excited.

"Yep, whenever you use one the magics will cause you to run very fast, jump very far and be all but indestructible... want to try one?" Spyro was trying not to laugh just from the mental image of what is about to happen. In reply she nodded enthusiastically. Standing at the top of the ramp while looking down at the bottom which led into a cave.

"Try to aim to the right, there is a pool there if you end up finding it hard to stop." Spyro instructed before she took a breath and starting running down.

At first nothing happened but then in a puff of smoke she sped off, a high pitched bleating echoing around the mountains as legs a blur she disappeared from sight. Hearing the sounds of chaos, smashing and Druid screamings coming from the cave he followed barely able to walk from the amusement of it all. There was several gems left behind by defeated enemies including a rare pink gem where she must have ran over a leader of sorts. Further down he saw skid marks just managing to lean right and there he saw her, panting, white as a ghost and sitting waist deep in a pool of water. Walking over to see if she was alright she just gave one look at him before grinning wildly.

"Can I do that again?" Spyro lost it, laughing himself silly as Marble joined in. The rest of the day was spent cleaning up the last of the enemies, gems and Dragons. Then later on some magic training and charge ramp practise even if this was not the best world to use them on. With the sun waning and the pair getting tired they settled down in a lovely spot overlooking the Realm, a cliff wall nearby acting as a windbreak while a fire helped keep the chill off. Marble surprised Spyro by asking if she could make supper this time. He watched as she got out a bit of this or that and if it was not something that need to be cooked taking a little nibble or lick of it. It was simple but seemed tasty with desert Squall stock as a base, ruby tomatoes, root spices, cream of cactus. She got Spyro to cut up and handle the Squall meat while she added the last of the seasonings, a few dark green leafs and a bit of ginger.

Spyro took a sip, it was mildly spicy, a bit creamy, rich and overall very nice.

"Damn Marble, where did you learn to cook?"

"Heh, I have been watching you for a few weeks now and before we left the festival I might have asked the cooks a few things." She said with pride in her voice.

With the food cooking spyro leaned back to watch the clouds go by and he realized he had come to really enjoy this adventure. Marble was great company plus he found it very fun to see her learning and growing every day. He had always found her interesting, a talking Sheep by default has its twists, but as time went on she only grew deeper and more fascinating. Feeling a twinge of need he adjusted his posture, it was supper and she has had such a great day so far. Of late he had been leaving it up to her to come to him instead of being the one to start things as to him it seemed more fair.

Marble checked the food, it would be a while. Looking over to Spyro she took a breath to calm herself as after his rescue of yesterday she had wanted to give him something special plus while her senses might not be as keen as his but she could tell when he was getting bothered. She found it sweet that he would not be the one to say anything but annoying too as he was an excellent mate. Just as she thought that she blushed. To think this is how far she had gotten involved with him. With a sigh to relax herself she walked over.

"Spyro. I know you have been keeping secrets~" She tried to be as seductive as she could while laying a hoof gently on his belly. "You do not have to be so tight, you are a fantastic lover. Ahem, and I have many ways to help out." With that she gave him a wink causing the purple Dragon to turn a shade darker before.

Lying down on his tail to keep him still was began looking for that subtle parting in his scales and having a rough idea where to start she placed her tongue low before running it up. Taking note of the grooves, as well as where he gasped, she had found her target. The first bit of softer pink had already started to show as her soft tongue at first traced his scales before moving upwards to the root of his erection and even further until not a spot on him had gone untouched. Her eyes glanced upwards to see how well she was doing and upon seeing him losing all composure she took the still growing half into her mouth as her broad tongue danced along the rougher ridges. Spyro's breath got caught in his gritted teeth while his claws dug into the ground. Female Dragons could not do this, the sharp teeth was not suited for such delicate tasks, and this fact was driving him wild. Even when she caught him with a tooth it was so blunted that he barely felt it, she was so soft, so warm as she suckled on him gently. Tongue exploring every ridge and every inch of him. He laid a hand on her head in order to gain some control. Slowing her down in order to enjoy something few Dragons will ever get to know she changed from speed to instead practising her movements. Spyro took a shaky breath to calm himself as he looked out over the land, now this was a hero's reward.

No matter how distracting the violet cliffs nearby was such a lovely but new experience had all but sapped his stamina.

"Marbles..." He managed to groan as any other words failed to come forth but to his surprise he felt her smile around him before sinking deeper than ever before. Lips kissing his swelling knot while the length of her tongue dragged itself hard across him, it was far too much. Spyro hands firmly held her as far as she could go as he came for the first time into her waiting muzzle. Marble did not love the strong salted taste but it was quite new and exotic to her as well. She did her best to gulp down what she could as Spyro leaned back in a haze. A heavy hand still softly holding her to him as his mind eventually cleared. Carefully she withdrew him from her mouth and headed over to the stew pot to take a sip before swallowing the massive mouth full Spyro had gave her in a display that made his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"See, I can help anytime as long as you return the favor." She stated while returning to the cooking fire almost casually. Standing up and stretching he too returned to the warmth of the fire. The food was delicious in the end and as they both lay down to get a good night's rest, in preparation of the first of many worlds tomorrow, they finally felt a bit more at peace with each other.

A refreshing chill wind blew across the violet peaks of this arcane world, rousing a Dragon of matching scales awake only to find his fluffy friend missing. Repeating to himself not to worry about her he quickly packed up and set out to check on her nonetheless.

Down the grassy slopes he found her practising some of her magic by a nearby pond. Learning how to use it more accurately via jumping across the water without falling in he figured although by the fact that she was dripping wet she must have had only moderate luck. Still, Spyro felt happy that she was this determined to fit in with the Dragons. Shouting a cheery greeting as he approached she stopped, somewhat out of breath, and gave him a warm smile back.

"Morning! Just getting some practise in." She called back.

"Heh, just do not over do it ok?"

Marble could not help but roll her eyes at how caring he was.

"It is still early so wait a moment." She told him before jumping into the pond to refresh herself. Spyro was not content in simply waiting however as he stepped into the cold water before taking a seat by the edge and leaning back to lazily watch her clean up. It was a nice start to the day, not the best, but having a private bath with his wooly companion where his eyes or hands could roam freely had its perks. Marble was having a bit of fun as well as she kept her tail low to tease while making exaggerated movements before finally giving him a little wink and heading under the water. Popping up playfully in front of him she moved to his lap while giving him a warm hug.

"It is far too cold for this..." She whispered causing him to start snickering softly in reply. He agreed and as his hand traced along her rear to find that once so silky softness was now nothing but cold and soggy it got his mind on track. Hopping out the pond he lent her a hand before using his breath, heated from fire magic, to dry her. A fluffy Sheep is a happy Sheep after all.

"So, where are we heading today?" Marble chimed in as they headed along the frosty pathways.

"I thought we could start with Alpine Ridge, not the biggest world so it should be a nice start." He informed her as he gave a wave to some of the freed Dragons on their way. Stopping only to grab some berries as a quick snack they soon stood in front of the portal. She had gone through so many of these but that feeling of weightlessness before being dropped into the next world was always strange.

The first World of the Magic Crafters Realm to sort out looked interesting, there was sheer drops on all sides, druids could be heard chanting all over and in the short distance there was a giant tusked beast twice the size of Spyro. Another time this would have terrified her but now it just excited her, what wonders does this World contain and what sights will she end up seeing. Spyro landed next only a moment later, taking a quick look around before turning to Marble.

"Right, you ready? I will handle the beasts, you get those Druids?" He asked wanting to double check the plans. With a nod she agreed, Spyro going first past the archway of the entrance to sort out the beast while Marble ran to the side to get the grunt sitting on an elevated grassy platform. The beasts themselves are huge, strong and quite intimidating but they have a weakness to fire that made them as easy as any other Gnorc to sort out. As soon as the first poofed into a nice blue gem a second one was already changing at him however but Marble was quick to help out by jumping onto it's back to distant it as Spyro got his fire ready. A good start so far, a few blues and green gems too which are always nice to see.

The next obstacle was obvious as they headed along a cobblestone studded natural bridge. A Druid, always a pain, stood on the other end making a huge block of stone move back and two. One wrong step would send anything flying over the edge to the abyss below but the weight of the stone made it not as quick as it seemed. Spyro did not want to take any risks however and so opted to simply throw Marble over the sweeping block who then easily dispatched the Druid. With the block coming to a stop Spyro casually walked across to give Marble a pat of the head well done before continue.

The pair stood amused at the next obstacle. A grunt stood on top of a beast as to protect it's back much like how they had done before when fighting. Unfortunately for the would be rider Spyro only had to give a puff of fire to defeat the beast as Marble caught the rider off guard.

"Well, they are learning at least." Spyro commented sarcastically.

With the entrance cleared they headed forward and up the nearby stairs to the next area when suddenly the steps shifted into a steep slope as the laugh of a Druid rang out from somewhere above. Sighing Spyro looked over to Marble who gave a nod and came over. With ease he tossed her once more up the slope where the muffled cry of a Druid could be heard trying to flee before the stairs returned to normal.

"They really are smarter than Gnorcs." Marble said with a huff to Spyro who was still clearing up. Just before he headed up Spyro went to crack open a few pop-chests, strange devices where you must heat the bottom to cause the gem within to fly out the top. Quite secure for any non-fire breathing creature actually.

As he headed up the stairs Marble was there to greet him, gems in tow. The work had been quite quick today it seems but the first real issue quickly presented itself as a huge chasm stretched out in front of them with no bottom to be seen. Still, easy enough to fix as Marble hopped up onto his back but before he set off she had a question to ask.

"How come you can fly in some worlds but only glide in others?" Voice clearly full of curiosity on Dragon biology.

"Ah, the 'flight' worlds are rich in air magic that lets us fly forever. Normally our wings are just for gliding or protection." He explained but seeing her interested decided to continue.

"You know, there is a thing with Dragons that you are named an Adult not of age but when you master at least the 5 basics. Fire breathing, Water for swimming and underwater breathing, Air for infinite flight, Earth for strength and speed and lastly one of your choice from the rest. There is Electricity, Ice, Poison, Metal, Lava, Arcane and even Crystal... quite a lot to say the least. I am trying to learn Air to fly more and Ice, well, before I met you I was." He finished while jumping off to glide over.

"What would happen if I learned them? Surely I can not fly if I learn Air, I do not have wings?"

"Hmm, you might be able to glide, for example use Earth to jump high in the air and then use Air magic to propel yourself in a direction or float almost without weight. You are right though, your body affects how magic takes shape." He explained trying to keep himself from laughing at the image of her floating about like a giant wooly balloon.

"Hey when this is over. Do you mind me trying to learn the 5 basics?" This was almost a whisper, as if daring to speak something untoward.

"I do not think anyone will mind, you are set on being named a Dragon after all. You should give the book a look over later and see which of the elements you want to pick as your 5th." He tried to sound comforting but learning even the basics of the element you naturally attuned to was a long task and mastering the 5 basics might take her whole life... no, he had to have faith in her at least.

Landing to see a blue Wizard fighting a Druid they was not sure if they should watch or get the jump on them but weighing the fact that Wizards are as much of an enemy as the Druids it would not be good to wait. Marble headed to the Druid while Spyro went to sort the Wizard just in case his strong magic had any nasty surprises and thankfully both of them was still distracted from fighting each other to worry about their new attackers.

"How come you are learning ice? It must be a hard pick being the opposite of your nature right?" Calling over to him as they worked.

"Fire is one of those bad elements to start with, all elements bring... like, some kind of wisdom or teaching but fire... It grants energy, determination but maybe too much. Prone to bursts of emotional issues ain't good. I was hoping Ice, being its opposite, would level me out or something." He explained as he set two wizards on fire.

"You mentioned other elements, are there really Poison Dragons?" Marble replied while giving her target a headbutt strong enough to send them flying over the cliff.

"Very rarely. Most Dragons are Fire, Ice or Air. Gnorcs are almost all electricity, like I said your body affects your magic and your personality is tied to the element you attune with strongly. It might be that almost all Sheep are Earth, Sand or something too." He explained more as he smashed a wizard into the ground. "Now, I think that is more than enough study for today, want to find a shady spot to take a break?" He asked rejoining with her as she gave him a happy nod.

On top of a lovely grass hill the pair sat relaxing in the warm sun. Spyro was checking the totals of gems and Dragons left in this world while marble had gone to refill a few water bottles. Noticing a gem basket nearby Spyro went to grab the treasure but got an idea. Making haste he took the red gem out and replaced the lid before heading back to look casual. A plan hatching in his mind. After Marble came back he stored the water bottles before pointing out the gem basket. She was always such a hard worker so there was no chance of her passing up the opportunity to collect a few more gems but as she went over to find it empty she gave a look to Spyro.

"Hmm that is odd. Never seen one empty, try looking around?" He said with a shrug. The plan paid off as she stuck her head into the basket to get a better look, at first it was for a laugh but as she wiggled about trying to search it out she ended up in quite a nice position. Leaning back on his side to get a better look he licked his lips. A perfect spot that allowed him to see everything he wanted to at his own leasure. A private show that even herself was not aware of, truly a delicious little idea that paid off more than he expected even if he was cursing the rough scales on his palm that stopped him from enjoying himself more. All too soon however pulled her head out of the basket after finding nothing. Turning around to find Spyro giving her some hungry looks with red gem in hand and a cocky grin plastered on his face only made her roll her eyes as she headed over.

"Very funny, if you only wanted a look you only had to say."

"Ah but where is the fun in that?" He replied as he handed her some berries, both as a snack and a small apologize, as they headed back to the entrance in order to take the other path.

A small world but one of many fights so far. Large beasts too and yet they was only halfway done as Marble sat down near the archway. The sun was waning low and turning the sky orange as the land of green and violet turned gold under its light. She lay down to look at the clouds and think for a bit, what a day this had been so far, when Spyro stepped into view. He looked down at her with a smile before looking around carefully and taking a step over her. Hand placed on her belly as he lowered his head down to give her fluffy crotch a lick while she was met face to face with his erection, inches from her face. She had never thought of this pose but it was quite a nice idea as she gave him a lick. The feeling signaling him to lower himself a tad to give her more to work with. At first she sucked along the tip, the position causing her tongue to strike along the smooth top side of him instead of the ridged under, as he worked his tongue into her as reply.

Lifting her head up to get him deeper Spyro kept his movements to a shallow thrust as to not overwhelm her but even still he could feel soft lips bumping into his knot with every welcoming suck. All the while he drunk in her scent and taste, claws holding her wool, while he rolled his tongue around as he pleased. Tracing lines into her insides as if to write a love letter to her body he did not let up his attack as it had been so long to him since he last indulged himself like this. But, eventually the hot breath washing over her slick flesh as a thick tongue stroked her deepest reaches was too much as she tapped his leg, signaling him to pull out, as she moaned into the air. Legs shaking and breath hot she rode out her own high while holding him in place but finally when words caught back up to her she gave her wishes.

"Use me."

With that she sucked half of him back in, laying her head down and holding his legs while he took a moment to realize what she meant. Adjusting his posture to make sure he would not hurt her Spyro gave a thrust into her mouth, knot smacking into her lips gently as she sucked and hummed around him. He groaned from the feeling, using her mouth for his own pleasure as he gave no care to the world. Working himself faster for a moment before pushing down hard he ended up pinning her head to the floor while he fed her all the Dragon seed he had to offer. One last trick up her sleeve as she waited for the first torrent to slow slightly before pulling her head up to take even his knot into her mouth. He cried out, shouting profanities to the wind and body shaking before she . Letting him go, cleaned and dry of every drop he had as he tried to take a step to the side before falling to the floor panting.

"Wow... Marble." Was all he could get out before he devolved into shudders and panting. Marble herself lay on her side, mouth plastered, and tongue lolling.

"You taste really nice..." It was a quiet compliment, noticeably more shy than what her actions had just done. Spyro sat up, stars in the back of his eyes as he tried to regain some composure. Dragging himself over to the chest he fished out one of the water bottles to which he handed to Marble. The sun was even lower by the time they decided to start moving again.

Gliding down the other path they just managed to get into the tunnel before a wall closed behind them, a nasty trick by a quickly poofed Druid. A few more gliding spots later, and a beast or two, they met the next Dragon Eldrid. Giving his thanks to the pair for releasing him, as many of the Dragons they free do, they headed past. After sorting out one Druid who tried to surprise them with a hidden beast they headed down a cave to find... more beasts. They was indeed plentiful in this world it seemed. After clearing it out however they found a few bundles of fireworks. Taking the gem that was tied to them Spyro stored the rockets in the chest. Saving them for a later date.

The last thing on the list to do was some gems that was littering a strange elevated road like path which had arch ways all along it, cobblestone to provide footing too, as it looped back to the start. Spyro got an idea.

"I heard this was part of an ancient race track long ago, do you want a go?" He sounded quite excited.

"Well... I would but how am I going to beat you... Oh!" Just as she had asked the answer had come to her. Spyro himself giving her a nod, pleased she caught on quick now to how Dragons do things.

They set up at the start, head low and body ready to spring forward with speed. He gave her a minute to be fair before counting down, three, two, one. They started, Spyro at first speeding off in a charge but only a moment later Marble came to his side, looking a bit surprised, before breaking out in a wide smile. Cheering she pulled ahead, dust flying behind but Spyro was not one to be beaten that easy as he put his back into it. She had gotten quite good with her magic but a race is different than a kick or a jump, it is a constant flow of energy instead of a large burst. It was not long before she was slowing down, already sweating as he pulled up near her.

"Not as easy to keep it going eh?" He said with a wink.

He kept close to her, letting her take over a bit but not pulling too far ahead. She was having fun keeping up to his pace despite the effort to sustain it. With the finish line just up ahead he decided to see just how much willpower she had and started to sprint with everything he had. She was easily left her behind. At first he thought this was too much for her but then she caught up to him, no longer panting either, she seemed to be calmer, more in control. Cheering as they went the winner was unknown, no longer the point, as she skipped to a stop. Spyro stopping nearby to embrace her with a big hug to which she was quick to return.

"Proud of you Marbles, looks like you learned something too." Patting her on her back.

"Hehe... ah, that was so hard but... then I understood it. How channeling works." She replied looking up to him and as if to give him an example she broke away. Heading to a nearby rock, twice her size, she took barely a breath in before smashing her head into it with ease. Cracking it in half while pieces went flying. She turned to give a proud grin back to Spyro was sitting shocked but his look of disbelief only made her more proud... even if her head was ringing a little. Many compliments and much praise was given as they headed back. Spyro had to tell her that the Realm of Magic Crafters, as well as all world in it, naturally boosted magic power but she took it well. Even if her power would be weaker she had still learned how to now control the power, something that no other Sheep she knew could boast.

Heading back to free the last dragon they was exhausted at this point. This small world had proven to be an uphill battle all the way. Still, it was good fun too. Moon rising over head they settled down next to a fire. Spyro giving Marble a few cooking tips as they made supper before bed. Joking, playing even now he found himself staring at her again, her soft curves highlighted by the pale moonlight, framed by fire, she was beautiful.

In the shade of the late morning sun a faint bleating could be heard. The white Sheep that only so many minutes ago was sleeping soundly now spoke freely to the purple Dragon who was on top of her. Hot breath, sweet coos and pleasured sounds rang out softly in the early air. Lasting only a few lovely moments more before coming to an end, the pair still panting softly in the early light of day.

"Well... good morning to you too~" Marble chimed in, almost a whisper. A great way to wake up indeed as she let out a yawn before stretching, a bit rough of an activity to deal with so early on however. One trip to the nearby pond, warmed slightly by Spyro since it is his fault she needs a bath after all, and they was ready to tackle the next world.

"So where are we off to today?"

"High Caves I think, that place is one of the best worlds for the supercharge ramps, should be lots of fun." He sounded like he was discussing more a day out to the amusement park rather a plan to save the world but either way it the got the same results. After a quick check of the storage chest they was ready to go. Giving a pleasant wave to one Dragon on the way who was practising some form of magic or another they stepped through the portal.

Marble stepped first onto the grass, crisp but warming from the newly risen sun as a refreshing breeze whistled past. She always loved it when she found a more temperate world to adventure in, too hot or too cold and it becomes so much more of a hassle to say the least. Looking around there was two paths, to the left a bunch of Wizards and other magic looking folk, to the right strange metal beetles in a cave. She was already heading to check it out when Spyro grabbed her tail to halt her, electing a small bleat.

"Whoa there, those are Ore Gnawers, Metalbacks to be specific. We are not going anywhere near them..." He sounded worried, scared even but if they was as strong as they sound it would be unwise to even try. Understanding but in a bit of a huff from the sort-of defeat they headed down the left path instead where several Wizards and Druids was having a fight. While the blue Wizards had been seen before there was a new enemy here. Ducking around a rock they waited as to learn more about them. These new Wind Wizards was small, wore the green robes of the bigger Druids but floated in a calm whirlwind, even more amazing however was they could summon mini tornados. With the blue Wizard sent flying from a tornado they at least had some information on how it works. For one it was quite slow to move despite the power of it. Marble headed out to see what she could do while Spyro gave a supportive slap on her ass as she went and a silly face when she looked back.

The tornados was quite easy to dodge while the Windies, as she called them, are so frail she was not sure if they could even walk without the constant wind lifting them up. After defeating a few more along the way Spyro joined in to help. Shortly along the grassy path they came upon a spiraling walkway that towered up above. Suddenly a tornado came billowing down, knocking a fleeing blue Wizard away as it did so. A clever move on the Windies part but it overlooked the fact that the path had several sticking out platforms where you could hide from the wind. Not a minute later the pair had reached the top and sorted out the last of the Windies, at least in this area. For their reward there was a Dragon to free, a lovely chap by the name of Cyrus.

"Thank you both, now if you would please. Do something about those Druids, they keep moving everything!" He pointed over to several Druids who was standing on tall pillars over a huge chasm, each one using their magic to make the pillar sway back and two.

Informing Marble to stay for a moment he waited for the first pillar to sway in the right direction before gliding over to it easily, with the Druid disposed of the pillar stopped moving allowing for Marble to jump over. Armed with this strategy it was simple enough to sort out the rest of them. Finally Spyro glided over to the window sill of a store room which they quickly cleared of the treasure within as well as taking a moment for a sip of water. Leaving out of the opposite window they followed the small ledge around, leading them to the other side of the cave blocked by the vile Metalbacks as well as the bottom of a supercharge ramp. Up top the view gave them an easy plan of attack, the ramp let them jump over a chasm into one of several cave systems that lead to different places as well as give them a means to crush the Metalbacks. Even still Spyro suggested for him to go first when they came to sort out the bugs, his horns coupled with his larger physique meant that he would hit a whole lot harder than she would. Until then she was free to practise. A fact that already had her looking excited as she headed to the start. Giving a few warm up stretches, prancing on the spot adorably as well for a moment she was ready. Speeding off with cheer she went flying over the chasm and into a tunnel to the right, her amused bleating ringing and echo as she went.

Spyro lost it. Falling to the floor laughing from the sight of her, a Sheep, rocketing about at high speed and flying through the air all the while her cheers echoed about the caves. Picking up some gems as she went she managed to clear several cave tunnels within moments before returning back to the ramp for a recharge, and to drop off the gems, for Spyro to sort. She was having a great amount of fun but was now quickly running out of steam as her breath became ragged, just barely making it back up to the ramp for Spyro to take his turn as she lay panting softly.

"Have fun?" Barely keeping a straight face as she gave a nod.

Spyro speeded down the ramp but took a sharp left to enter the cave overrun by the metal bugs. Empowered by the magic of the ramp the bugs was little more than paper as he sped through to clear them out as well as taking care of a few Druids trying to hide from them. It was not the cleanest of jobs as dust formed from the bugs when they poofed into a gem started to cling to the young Dragon. By the time he had left the cave he was more a dull silver color than his normally vibrant purple and gold and when he finally made it back up the ramp to Marble she could not help but give him a funny look. Too tired however to make jokes Spyro signalled for her to hop on his back, the silver dust combined with her sweaty state being not very pleasant as he charged down the ramp and over the chasm where several pools could be seen.

Upon getting closer she noticed the heat, each one of the pools was steaming hot but not boiling. Making a note to thank Spyro for this great idea she went up to the biggest one up top, partly for the room it gave and partly because it was the one less seen. Dipping a hoof into the water she recoiled, it was very hot. Trying again was a bit easier and within a few minutes she was easing her way into the steaming water, cooing and groaning until she was neck deep in the water. Spyro on the other hand, after placing the chest down nearby, easily stepped into the water with little issue and only let out a relaxed sigh when he was quite deep inside. While he wasted no time in washing the dust off Marble was just content to relaxing and letting the water do it's thing, only taking an amused look over when he slipped face first into the deep end. Popping up near by he finally sat down to relax with her, a quiet moment at last. The cool mountain wind blew over them occasionally, helping to refill the energy lost from the deep warmth of the water they was in. The peace did not last long however as Spyro moved to sort through the chest, finding a few pots of something or another.

"A gift from the Peacekeepers, good for wool apparently." Spyro commented while taking some of the green goo onto his hand. Marble did not look all that thrilled but had more than enough faith in him as she moved to let him wash her. It was thick, smelling strongly of exotic flowers from now distant lands but the effect was wonderful. The gentle rhythmic scrubbing of his strong hands was like that of a massage while the goo helped to soften and clean her fur. A few rinses later and it was already looking more fluffy and soft than every before, a fact that Spyro himself was quite enamored with. In contrast to his body of rough stone like scales she was a bed of softness that he could lose himself in at any time and now with her now cleaner than ever he could not help but run his hands over her.

Marble was liking the affection as he rubbed his way around her, hands feeling along every inch of her before dipping a little lower. Taking note of how her belly was even softer he traced along the curves he could feel from underneath, the wool blunted her shape but deep down she did have some nice valleys and peaks to her form. Heading even lower he traced along further curves before the wool thinned out and he met heated flesh instead, Marble giving a small coo from the touch. Leaning back into him she let him work, one hand rubbing her belly gently while the other worked out a different kind of relief further below. Withdrawing his hand he moved to lift her into his lap and while he was enjoying the feeling of her weight on him the water slowed all movements down. She was a bit too tired and relaxed as well to really put any effort into riding so he got another idea, lying her down in the shallows meant she did not need to do anything but enjoy herself. Spyro on the other hand could put a bit more effort into things even though the water was making any attempt at speed into a lethargic dance instead. Even still, she was just as hot as the water the pair now lay in as he took to a slow, long rhythm in an attempt to really enjoy the moment. Only the sound of soft panting could be heard as the wind whistled past, a quiet gentle moment that lasted only as long as it took him to feel her tense, shake and then relax. With her own needs sorted Spyro continued mindlessly as he closed his eyes and held her close, finding only when the water was stained white that she had passed out . The demanding day of the ramps with the slow unwinding burn of the pools taking it's toll.

Lighting a fire near the cliff walls of the pools he lay her down on the grass. While she dried off and rested he went out to check on the rest of the work to do. It was already sunset and almost everything had been cleared out but he did not want to take more time than he needed. Taking a good look around he found a few loose gems on some ledges around the chasam as well as a single hidden tunnel. More interestingly however was an old store room where many fireworks of all colors and kinds was being stored. Putting some into the storage chest he could not help but laugh that these rockets was the only thing Dragons and Gnorcs seemed to agree on.

Heading back he found Marble now awake as he gave her a wave.

"That was lovely, we should come here more often." Marble spoke with an ever content look sprawled across her face.

"I gotta agree with ye, do you fancy some food before bed?" Spyro replied placing down the chest nearby the fire, rockets hidden within. With a weak nod in reply he got to work. All the on the road meals he has made over the past few weeks has helped him improve his cooking a lot, not to mention the begining challenge of having to go vegetarian until Marble found her own love of meat. At that thought he took a look over to her, sleepy and adorable as ever, and wondered if it was weird that he would totally still eat mutton. Well, in one way he still did he supposed. Breaking him out of his thoughts was Marble now leaning on him, looking down to meet her gaze he quickly himself staring again and so focused on food instead.

"Hey Spyro?" She began.

"Ye Marbles?"

"How come you do not like looking at me?" Her question was full of such sincere concern that it was almost painful to listen to.

"I... eh, no it is that I find myself looking at you too much..." He had no way of knowing how to phrase this is a good way but he was trying his best. She seemed to stop and think for a minute, her tired being slowing down her logic a bit before finally she came to an understanding.

"I do not mind you staring." It was such a simple reply that he was not sure if she fully meant it but as he looked over to see her watching the food cook half awake, happy and content, he liked to think she did.

Supper was fairly quick thanks to Marble's exhaustion but even still, Spyro found even the smallest moments with her to be some of the sweetest. He stoked the campfire once more to prepare for the frigid night before joining Marble who lay nearby already asleep.

Marble woke with a yawn, it was early. Really early, the sun had barely even rose in the sky and yet she was raring to go. Taking a groggy look around she found Spyro nearby still sleeping, the remnants of a fire long burned out and the still steaming hot springs. Getting up she headed to the hot water first and while it was a bit intense for this early in the morning she was not going to pass up a fresh hot bath. It was difficult to wash herself however with hooves so she went for taking a minute to relax instead, letting the intense heat wake her up before hopping out the pool. The frigid air whistling past filling her with energy as she walked down the path to the lower pools. As was normal of her waking up early she would practise her magic for a while until Spyro awakes himself. Reviewing herself in her mind, she had learned the basics of magic changeling that allows all spells to flow from but in terms of actual spells all she had was basic body augmentation. Basic but still incredibly powerful by any normal animals standards as she was quick to remind herself. Marble had read the book they got from the Peacekeepers several times now and it always stated the same thing. Overconfidence is the greatest killer for Earthen users. It made sense of course as Earth magic is powered by an almost stubborn willpower, you must defy what is and forge reality into what you want it to be. A single lapse of judgement and instead of smashing a wall and you smash your head instead.

She started with changeling practise, taking note of how long it took to get the magic flowing. She had gotten it down to around 8 seconds but this was partly because all the Worlds in the Magic Crafter Realm boosted magic, outside of these arcane lands it would most likely take twice as long or more. All the more reason to practise she supposed. Next was to pick a task that would normally be impossible and keep pushing it a bit more every time. Looking around there was not a lot to work with, the chasam near her however seemed a good place to start. At the closest edge it was more than 20 times her length in distance, normally she would at most be able to jump a quarter of that but now... She took a run up, launching off the ground with enough force to crack it as she easily sailed over to the other side. Landing with a skid she looked at the distance, a good jump indeed but she could not really keep pushing it with the lack of space. Stuck she jumped back and started to think. Eventually deciding that she needed some guidance and while Spyro could teach how the basics of how magic works she needed more specific knowledge on earth and how to train.

On her way up the ramp she was surprised however to find Spyro lying down by the pool, clearly watching her training.

"That was an amazing jump!" A cheery compliment as he clapped his hands together causing her to blush.

"Thank you... but, if you do not mind can we speak to Cosmos? I am kind of stuck on how to train..." Shy as ever she explained herself.

"Of course I do not mind, you are making great progress! No doubt thanks to my generous contributions to your magic pool." Spyro's dirty grin with an even dirtier look caused her to turn bright red, not just from what he was implying but the fact it was also true. Quickly departing they headed to the exit portal back to Magic Crafters and from there they needed to find Cosmos.

"No doubt he is either asleep or having tea right now..." Spyro commented as they looked around, eventually finding him sitting by one of the pools. Spyro gave Marble a nudge as he wanted her to be the one to ask him. Taking a breath she stepped over and gave him a little bow.

"Ah hello young one, how are you this fine morning?" As dignified as ever.

"I am good, thank you, but I wanted to ask... can you teach me how to train? I am kind of stuck." She was so small in front of him, an outsider, an exception to the rule of nature.

"I may have a few pointers. How far are you in your practises?" Waving for her to sit in front of him.

"I can channel pretty good and can do Body Augmentation but nothing else yet..." She explained while sitting down where he pointed.

"There are many schools to magic, there are roots, specializations, hybrid magics as well. The knowledge runs deep and wide you see. For example Vibromancery is the control of 'shaking' things and it's Earth specialization, Seismancery, is the control of quakes in the ground letting you do everything from earthquakes to sensing all things that touch the earth..." The ancient Dragon droned on but Marble sat listening to every word.

"By learning Vibromancery you can use it's power in all the elements however some are near impossible I am afraid. You see for Air and Earth it is simple but for fire... it would demand extreme control and power..." He seemed to slow down here in thought, almost looking saddened to which Marble was curious.

"What is wrong?"

"Hmm, young one if you learn anything from me please let it be this. Just because you can learn some magic does not mean you should..." He seemed to debate continuing. He sighed,

"Fire Vibromancery is counted as a destructive force the likes of which you can not imagine. Because of Fires energy like state, air is a gas, water a liquid, earth a solid but fire? A master of it gets understanding into things that others would not. They can cause the matter that makes up the world to make friction inside it... allowing them to Ignite anything that they that are aware of. Do you understand me young one? Of the ruin a Gnorc could do for example if every thought they had ignited the world into the hottest of flame?"

Marble was taken back, she had always understood that magic like any tool could be used for good or bad but never to that level. She could not even imagine what kind of destruction must happen between wars of Dragons nor did she want to.

"I am sorry I did not mean to pry."

"Oh no young one, it is my duty to teach the new the mistakes of the old." He gave a cough to clear this throat.

"Now, the basic roots for earth are as follows. To Sense, to Create, to Destroy, to Change and to Strengthen. You are have learned to Strengthen yourself, an excellent start might I add, so now it is up to you where to go. Do you want to learn how to sense things through the ground? To bend the land to your whim like the Druids do? It is all possible to you now."

She sat thinking for a minute before speaking up,

"I want to learn whatever makes me helpful." She replied looking up to him with eyes gleaming with promise.

"Ah to be young. Young one go stand over there" Pointing to an entire space nearby.

"And you, Spyro can be my assistant. Now go here." Pointing over yonder.

"Now this is simple, channel magic into you young one, close your eyes and then tell me how many fingers Spyro is holding up." To this both of them looked over at him like he was insane, then back to each other before giving a nod to each other.

She closed her eyes while Spyro sat far behind her, hand behind his back holding a few fingers up. She understood the concept, she had to sense him. Not just where he is but who he is, what he is doing. Earth is willpower, to defy the mortal clay and create your own rules. She dug her hooves into the ground, trying her hardest to pick something up. Telling herself over that she can see him, that she can see anything when suddenly she felt something. A feeling more like a guess, like a pebble dropped in water she only knew the direction of where it came from. Spyro? No... It was moving, circling around her? Cosmos! He must be sneaking around them, so soft that she could never hear him move but yet she knew every step he took. She could not focus on Spyro at all but something told her that was the point. When Cosmos moved all the way to her left he started to walk towards her, still not able to hear the slightest thing but he got closer and closer. She felt it. The footsteps changed, heavier, tensed? As if... guessing at the last moment she rolled away from him just as he struck the ground where she was sitting with his tail. Opening her eyes she found Spyro grinning ear to ear while Cosmos had such a proud look to him.

"You passed!" He stated simply.

"P-passed?" She was confused.

"Indeed young one, Spyro was a distraction. You managed to sense me not with eyes or ears but magic, I trust you learned something from it?" Putting his hand on her shoulder warmly.

She thought for a moment, pondering before nodding.

"Exceptional! Keep practising this as much as you can young one. Now, for your second lesson." With a tap of his tail a small stone circle platform raised just a step out of the ground. "This is a game of sorts. To win you must stand on there and not fall off for... 10 minutes I think is fair." Cosmos's expression seemed to change now, more calculating.

Marble walked over and stepped onto the platform, it was barely big enough to move at all. She took a look to Cosmos and then Spyro before giving a nod.

"Great, now... Spyro my boy. Do control yourself." Cosmos spoke with a surprisingly stern expression. Spyro was not sure what he meant by that but then Cosmos sat down in front of Marble, raising a single hand and extending a single finger. As he drew lines in the air small pellets of earth rose around him. Marble at first looked confident, she just had to not be knocked off. But then with a flick of his wrist the first pellet moved. Faster than she could even see it smashed into the back wall with a sound that scared Marble too much to even look. Spyro almost instantly jumped to his feet but then he remembered what the elder had said, trying to calm down he sat back down.

Another flick, two pellets. The first went past but the second just narrowly missed as she almost fell off right there. The next two was the same and the next. Just as she thought she was getting the hang of it Cosmos let out a chuckle. Raising his second hand he drew more lines. A dozen, two dozen pellets at least rose this time. Dodging became more difficult as the seconds ticked on before the first hit her in the side, nearly knocking her off but the wool absorbed a lot of the blow. Looking over she saw what they was, sand. Tightly packed and fired with immense force. Even with the wool absorbing the blow it still stung. Channeling now she went to strengthen herself, faster, stronger, dodging became easier again but he just summoned more pellets, more and more until he was firing without stopping. She started to get hit more and more, even with the magic they hurt, they knocked her about but she had to hang on.

It was here as her mind was drowning in fight or flight that she started to think, what was the lesson again? She was supposed to be learning her magic but she was too much under attack to even think straight right now. She had nowhere to run, she could not keep this up. Something clicked.

She started screaming. Then she stopped dodging. Noticing that half the pellets was not even being aimed it was the few that was that she took head on, hitting them out of the air despite each one stinging as they collided with her hooves, body or head but still she pressed on. Too lost in her survival to notice that the blows stung less and less, too focused to realized the sand was clinging to her. It was only as she stood, no longer even moving and staring at him that she noticed that she had plates of hard sand covering her. She could feel the sand, it was heavy... no, it was light. It was like holding air in her mind, so easy to slip away and cause the sand to crumble, at the edges at first but as she gained focus it gained solidity. The air to hold in her mind grew solid too, easier to hold but with it became wieght that strained her as it went on. Unable to hold it anymore she fell to the ground, sand once forming plates now covered her as the powder it was. A single pellet whizzed overhead before they stopped.

Purple hands helped her stand as Spyro handed her a bowl of water. It took a minute for her come back to where she was but when she did she found Cosmos gently rubbing her sore spots with odd glowing hands that made the pain go away, face full of pride, while Spyro had his normal worries.

"Marble,Ican not believe you did it." Spyro began. "Nobody is supposed to pass that on the first go!"

"Ahem, if I remember you did pass your own Fire test on the first try. Nonetheless he is correct young one, it is designed to force you to fight and from it comes the magic you are most natural with. For you, it seems that you have talent with the Strengthening and Creation roots, not only Augmenting your own self but when pushed to your limit forming Amor." His hands moving to help the pains of the pellets disappearing from what she guessed was healing magic.

"To improve you must exercise your own body, learn what forms earth takes and how to bend it. I suggest jogging in the sand and building sandcastles without using your hands or I should say hooves" With that he gave a laugh before patting her on the head and turning to walk away.

"Wait, i... can you show me an Earth spell? A big one?" She called to him.

"Marble..." Spyro shot her a look, she was talking to the most powerful magic user in Dragon kind, the leader of the Magic Crafters.

"No no, it is quite allright. She is curious and it is good to feed such things." Cosmos reassured the pair as he walked over to the edge of the land they stood on, in front of him one such giant chasm that these worlds was known for. He stood, strong and still for a moment before the ground started to shake. From the depths of the great valley below came dust, rock, stone of all kinds. Changing from basalt to marble, obsidian, granite. Forming in the air in seconds was a gigantic black and white castle, gleaming with crystal windows. It hovered there in the air for just a moment more before Cosmos blinked and it fell to dust, raining down quietly back into the chasm where it came from.

Both Marble and Spyro stood amazed, in wonder and awe. Eventually it was Marble who ran up to give him a hug, saying thanks before running off with Spyro in tow. Not wanting to be any more of a bother than she had been already. Cosmos sat to look out over the Realm he had helped built, then let out a cough.

"I am getting far too old for this." He wheezed.

A creature in a blue robe was walking through the polished tunnels of Wizard Peak, a place originally made by Dragons as a peace offering to the Wizards but they refused for unknown reasons. As soon as the Dragons was defeated however the Wizards came running to "conquer" this "lost land," such petty and spiteful creatures but incredibly magical as well. The creature thought he was on top of the world, proudly marching along as he enjoyed having such a beautiful place all to himself... and his fellow Wizards. He made a turn into one of the main halls where several of his kin was standing about discussing magic and other such things. Before he could head up to join them however they heard something, a faint click and clack of something hard running on the marble floor. He watched as the crowd turned just in time for several of them to be bathed in fire while something white moving at unnatural speeds smashed it's way through the rest of them. He turned and ran, calling to all he passed about the demons chasing him, but everything that tried could not even slow them down. Weather Wizards could not land their lightning, Druid grunts could barely keep up and resorted to running away when the white creature took a blow from there staff head on only to smash it into pieces. Meeting up with several other Wizards they stood shoulder to shoulder on top of the mountain's peak ready to meet their foes.

Spyro and Marble meanwhile had made great progress in this world as the magic of the Wizards was slow and unfocused. Heading up the ramp to the exit of the world they found one last cluster of them standing ready, firing everything they had the second the pair came into view. Marble easily jumped over the bolts while Spyro however deflected it with his wing, thankful that his species of Dragon is naturally resistant to magic. As they focused on the Dragon in front of them they was oblivious to the Sheep currently creeping up behind them. It only took a second before the last of these Wizards was defeated, the rest of the gems falling to the ground.

"Hmm did this seem easier than normal? I remember them being harder." Spyro was quick to comment.

"I think we are just getting stronger to be honest." Marble replied back shyly, not wanting to brag. "But how come you do not train? I am sure you could do with it too." She asked.

"OhIdo, all the time. I have been channeling my magic for over a year now and all these fights I use the Fire breath spell you know." He said casually.

"A... year?! I can only keep my magic flowing for a few hours..." She seemed surprised, the amount of magical stamina he must have ran through her mind but it gave her ideas too.

"Just keep trying, it is harder in the beginning but eventually you can go all the time and when you get to that point you can focus on increasing the flow instead of sustaining it, at least that is what Cosmos told me. He always has something to say..." Explaining as he lit a fire.

With the world almost complete they gave it one more final sweep. Finding a store room of interesting things, a Dragon not yet freed and a few baskets of gems in odd places. Resting on the balcony of one such building they looked out over the vast void of this world while waiting for the sun to set. Placing his arm around Marble he leaned in to whisper a few things to her, a gentle approach that she was fond of while the message given was exciting in it's own right. Agreeing she rolled over, the exposure causing a slight blush to form while Spyro's stares and hungry smile did not nothing to help. Spyro rolled her over to her side and moved closer, a strong hand lifting her leg so she would not have to hold it as he lowered his head down to take one testing lick of her underside. Going slow as to indulge himself as well as stoke her own fires he began by blowing hot air over her, then cold. He could read her gasps now like a book and combined with his own keen sense of smell could pick up on subtleties even she was not aware of, reaching his head around he finally dove in. Small to start, a kiss here or there as he got closer, letting his breath and proximity do half the work of creating suspense before he finally made contact, an easy grazing of lips that turned into a lurid act of kissing.

Marble lay with laboured breath, enjoying the ministrations of her Dragon lover but as she her eyes started to wonder she caught sight of Spyro's own growing need. A vibrant purple of soft flesh turned hard as stone at her own scent and taste. Reaching her head up and over she could just get to it, feeling him jolt out of his hazy world when she enveloped him lovingly with her mouth causing a small smile to break out. Two warm tongues worked there way to bring the other to satisfaction, with one working to dig deeper and find the best spots to hit while the other contorted around or over a needy erection.

Marble had come to love this form of mating, it was full of intimacy with every sense you had being worked into your lover. A gentle touch was needed to not harm your partner as well the trust that went into letting such a vulnerable place be so close to an orifice designed to do nothing gentle. She felt him go from probing as deep as he could which, considering his tongue could reach even her deepest areas twice over, was very deep indeed to only using the tip to trace symbols into her, maybe even his own words of love. In contrast she found her own workings to be maybe too simple, sucking, licking, even pushing it further to let her throat massage him seemed to be just not enough but she did have one trick that she knew made him crumble. Feeling him now come to the edge of release, as marked by swelling and twitching of that wondrous bulbous knot, she withdrew for a moment to take a deeper breath before pushing forward. Nose meeting scales as the knot just managed to work it's way into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could to form such a tight seal it was enough to both make him stop his own actions from the intensity and dig his claws into the tiled floor hard enough to cut grooves. As warm fluids bypassed her mouth completely she lay gulping down what she could before pulling it out, one last shot covering her face as she swallowed the rest.

Spyro took only a minute to catch his breath before he got to work again. Spinning her around he moved to her head face on while both his hands spread her legs apart without shame. On her back she could only lay her head down and bleat softly into the wind. Not stopping for a moment he clamped his mouth over her entirely, a gift for passing her tests originally but seeing her go out of her way to make sure he had his own share of the fun was just too much to pass up. He could feel her shake, stutter from new found sensitivity as he ate his Sheep as long and as hard as he pleased until finally she could not enjoy any more and passed out.

When she regained some semblance of consciousness her mind was filled with the after tastes of pleasure, the moon was already rising which told much of just how long she had been laying there. The warm fire took the cool chill of the world off while the smell of needed food was bubbling away. A bowl of water for her nearby while the mess on her face had already been cleaned off as well. Taking a drink Marble looked around but found Spyro missing. She moved closer to the fire to give the food a stir while trying to think back, did he say something while she was off drowning in her own pleasure? Before she could remember much however Spyro returned with a flap of his wings, quickly apologizing for leaving so abruptly he sat down to have supper with her.

Once food was done he cuddled up near her, using her wooly body as a nice warm pillow as he looked up at the stars. The soft sounds of her breathing next to him filling him with a sense of peace. It had been a long but fun day and with her all but passed out he decided to join her.

The pair sat in the early morning sun around a small newly lit fire nestled in the violet hills of the Magic Crafters Realm. After the long and difficult trails of yesterday Marble had woke up intensely hungry as well as more than a bit sore. Settling down for an early breakfast was a nice change however and not something Spyro was going to object to by any means even if her tastes for spicy things was a bit much to wake up to.

"Got another Flight World today, if we are lucky then there will be no Gnorcs but Crystal Flight is known for it's rare magic minerals." Spyro spoke with an amused tone, an infectious bit of mirth that Marble loved.

"Crystal Flight? That sounds nice." Tearing off a bit of bread.

"How are you at swimming? This World has almost no land to stand on, would hate for you to sink."

"Oh, do not worry. I do have my bubble."

"Bubble?" He was confused and the mental pictures of bubbles with Sheep did not seem to fit.

"Whenever we Sheep go underwater a bubble ends up forming around our heads, letting us breath. Never really questioned it before." She turned to talk to him more fully to which Spyro sat thinking for a moment before seemingly remembering something.

"Well, that would explain the tales of Sheep swimming in the great Ocean between Realms. I wonder who or what apparently enchanted you guys with a water breathing spell of all things. Surely the Beast Makers would know... " He shook his head, never knowing what she will surprise him with next.

With fire extinguished they headed to the entrance of the World. Arriving just in time as it started to snow. Marble however just had to stop for a moment to watch it fall, pure white flakes that painted the purple world white. To her the most amazing thing but it was still cold and getting colder as time went on. With the promise that she could see more, and play with the snow, when she came back she departed with a skip. Stepping through the portal she was whisked through the void but unlike the other Worlds where she was placed a few steps into the air above land here she was dropped into strangely warm water. Paddling around to try and get her footing she saw all around her giant spires of orange crystals poking up out of the water, and what she thought was islands at first was instead huge outcroppings. Just as she was trying to get a better look at things Spyro came up from under the water. Smoothly picking her up onto his back before launching himself into the air.

Circling around a few of the crystal spires he gave her some time to adjust before heading up high to let her see the sights. True to when she was in the water this entire areas was nothing but crystal. Giant spiky towers and half flat outcroppings grew like grass across the deep blue sea. Just as she was enjoying the tour however his plans to sweep the area was cut short as he could hear the metallic hum of Gnorc machines in the distance. Keeping low he worked his way around the cliffs to find some small place of land to settle on and eventually found a small crystallized cave at the base of one of the islands. With Marble hanging back with the storage chest to set up a base camp of sorts Spyro set out again to scout. This world like any other flight world, complete with gem chests and anti-magic arches but also wispy rings of lost energy that needed to be absorbed but there was a bigger issue as well. A squadron of Gnorc planes, scouts most likely but even so was built to fight.

Dipping around Spyro headed back while grabbing a few arches and chests. He wanted to let Marble know what is going on as well as get any ideas from her when a familiar sound rang out. A hundred bullets flew by him, crashing into the water all around as he moved to hastily dodge. He dived under to break line of sight, the planes continuing over head before turning to circle around the area. Foolishly thinking he had been hit or was hiding nearby when in fact he had never stopped moving forward. Resurfacing behind a giant crystal he took a breath and took a look around the side. Counting he found that there was a dozen planes, each one equipped with the same miniature canons that he saw in the Peace Keepers but with one difference, these ones can fire many shots at a time instead of one. He had to come up with a plan, going underwater might not trick them a second time so if he engaged them he would have to sort them out quick. As for speed he had noticed they was faster than him but far less agile. His eyes wandered for a moment as he thought about Marble but no it would be far too risky to lead them to her and she had no way of fighting in the sky either. Sighing from the lack of options he decided that the best way is the most simple way, no reason to start over complicating things after all.

Taking a breath he dived back underwater, heading around to the other side of one giant outcropping of crystal before leaving the water and flying high. With them searching the water they would never think of him dropping in from above, the clouds as well provided extra cover as he quietly moved into place.

He looked down at the vibrant azure of the sea, the amber crystals that dotted the land, wanting these worlds for its beauty or to carefully take the energy that leaked from it he could understand but the Gnorcs instead only seemed interested in using the finest bits as fuel for the machines they ran. The constant need to suppress and crush magic instead of harnessing it seemed backwards to him, it made him angry.

And so he fell.

He breathed. Enveloping himself in flame as he descended. Two planes was obliterated by the torrent of fire while a third met it's end as the pilot spiraled into the inferno of metal from panic. The others started to move to counter but it was all for naught as Spyro collided with the water and with it the fire was extinguished into a plume of blinding steam. With not a blink he erupted back out, fire melting the very armor of one machine as it fell screaming into the water. Another torn to shreds, as if paper in a storm, from the burning Dragon.

In one move half the machines had been culled but there was still seven more. With the steam clearing he worked quick as he landed on the front of one, obscuring and mocking the pilot before launching off causing it to collide with another. Five, but now he was starting to feel the ache of exertion as he swooped low to get his bearings on the rest of them. Bullets grazed past him but he did not falter as he took to the skies once more to meet one head on. Metal or stone it meant naught to a Dragon. Four. Now on the attack as they tried to land a hit. A single bullet could tear his wings and send him into the water below as he moved with as much vigor as he could muster. Even still they was slow, uncoordinated as he all but danced around them. Another fell to the slash of his tail, crashing into the water below to never be seen again. The few remaining seemingly gave up using whatever grace they had been trying to use thus far and instead decided to try charging him head up with guns blazing. For their efforts they managed to land some bruises and scratches before the last of them fell, a small victory for some but a crushing loss for others. For Spyro it was a battle well won as he glided back as lazily as he could, needing time to rest.

As he landed in the cave however he was surprised to find a fire with a something being heated, not food however as the smell was something far more medical. A blanket was laid out on the hard crystal for some soft bedding, a fact he was thankful for as he lay down, before looking around for Marble. It was only a few moments later that she came splashing along, easily hopping up the crystal to the cave.

"Ah, you are back. I used some of the herbs and stuff we had picked up to make a salve. I think I did it right." Cheery as ever as poked the increasingly thick liquid with a stick.

"This... is a lovely surprise,I take it you saw the fight then..." Grateful for the assistance but feeling a bit awkward.

"Not all of it, that fire thing you did was...amazing..." She trailed off for a moment. "...But eh yes, I figured it was gonna be a hard battle so I did what I could here and then went and sorted out the rest of the chests and arches. The only thing to sort out when you are better is the rings."

Spyro was taken back. She had gone out of her way to be a great help to him but all he had thought of her at the time was how she would be nothing but a burden or a distraction. While he was not that far off as lacking the ability to fly does make aerial combat a bit more challenging he felt foolish to believe she could not have done anything. He lay down as she treated him with the salve, it went from cold to hot and back to cold again as it took away all the pain. Happy for her care even if he was hardly injured, if anything he was more tired than he was in any danger. Still, as Marble went to lay next to him for a quiet moment he was more than ok with not complaining. Wrapping an arm around her he cuddled up to her softness. If he was not sore and tired he may have gone further with his intimacy but as he lay next to her the sounds of her breathing, the slight adjustments in her posture, it was all cute details he would hate to ruin.

Standing he stretched out to loosen up his joints. The ring wisps needed to be collected after all or else he would have just lay there with her all day and night. Stepping out to the entrance he let out a hand to invite her to come with, grabbing and tossing her onto his back before jumping off into the air.

"So how come this World is all crystals? Are they magic?" She asked curious.

"Yep, they are a raw type of arcane crystal that is formed very slowly from the tiny magic sand that drifts in the water. It sticks to the crystal already here and grows so to speak."

"But what do you use it for? I have never seen this type of crystal anywhere in three Realms yet."

"Right now we do not have a use for it but, to be honest, I find that the elder Dragons are not using what we have nearly enough. Lazy coots." His quips electing a small chuckle from Marble.

Each ring they flew into sent a surge of energy through the pair, a pleasant little buzz that made her wool frizz for a moment. Much to the amusement of the young Dragon but it soon came to an end. With little more to do he headed to fly around the outcropping but all the crystal gave the same view. Puzzled for what to do he remembered something that caused a sly grin to spread out along his maw. Flying a bit lower he surprised her by doing a roll, causing her to fall into the water below. Not even a second later he followed suit, diving underneath he worked his way to her. At first she just paddled about wondering where had gone but when he saw her doing so it gave him another idea first. Staying just low enough that his horns poked out the water he stalked her along, eventually she caught on to the game as she picked up speed in order to out swim her would be predator. It however did not work as he was much quicker, dodging and weaving was made difficult as well as her wool when wet made her a rock. Catching up to her he grabbed her from above, pulling her underwater in a mock hug.

To his half surprise what she said before came true. A bubble came from her mouth that grew until it covered her head. Laughing for a moment more she turned to give him a smile based on his surprised look, the bubble allowing her to breath and talk as if normal. Spyro was not about to let her one up him as he headed to the surface for a bigger breath of air while keeping her wrapped up in his arms. Heading back down his idea for something new met its first hitch as he could not simply lean on her to get into the right position. Instead he had to keep one arm around her belly while the other went lower. Her mirth quickly turned into something far warmer as she realized he was not simply giving her a swimming lesson.

The rhythm was something entirely new. With the water taking most of the weight off they had to slowly paddle forward, Spyro's claws gripping her wooly tightly to keep her close as his steps through the water would push him forward into her. She was quite enjoying herself as the warm sea made her feel weightless, hot breath made her bubble helmet fog up causing her vision to be obscured. Unable to hear clearly, see clearly or move she was helpless to float along as sharp but gentle claws guided her again and again against the Dragon swimming atop her. Spyro himself was enjoying the almost flying like sensation while mating but the water caused his muscles to ache, his lungs burning with the desire to take a breath but still his body refused to stop. This only spurred him on further, release would come in many forms but to go faster, harder, to try and push for a quicker end only wore him out more which then in turn spurred him on. A cycle that brought him to an almost mindless lust as he thrust as hard and as fast as his body could allow although thankfully the water cut this down a lot or else Marble would have never been able to handle it. Finally he had hit his limit, breaching the surface of the water as he took a breath. The full brunt of his orgasam exploded inside of Marble as his eyes lolled, body given new life as the cold air filled him. He could not focus on anything but the warm squeezing of his wooly partner as he coughed and gasped. When he had come to his senses again he found himself holding onto Marble as she floated lazily back to the cave, giving a kick here and there to steer herself along. Careful however to keep him inside her.

"I...hope you have enough for my turn." She retorted to his fatigued state causing him to regain some lucidity, kicking him down from the pleasured high to the ocean he was swimming in. He paddled with her, speeding them along as much as he could despite the penetration she demanded to keep going. Reaching the outcropping she rested her hooves on a ledge of crystal, Spyro following suit. With a hand hold he hand more range of movement and being above the waves allowed him the full strength of his body but even so he could tell she was close. Having dealt with his ministrations before hand and the movements to get back here had drawn her close to that pleasurable abyss.

With claws digging grooves into the ledge he was able to get far more movement, smacking into her with force that caused waves to rock them. Needy noises rang out once more into the open air as she found it difficult to find release in the water. The build up was slower, torturing her with the reminder of how close she was but never letting her go that last step. Even so, it felt amazing. To prolong that most sweet of peaks was driving her mad, with her bleats interrupted every time he would strike his length fully inside he could count the moments of bliss she was going through. Eventually however he counted far too many. Too far into things to stop and ask but worried enough that the water was maybe causing her to be unable to finish he took things into his own hands. His kicking feet moved to grip the wall and with one still connected push managed to both force her up and onto land as well as himself. A feat that knotted her in the process but it was short lived, he needed to move.

Grabbing the scruff of her neck he pulled hard to remove himself before slamming it back inside once more. She was unable to even make noise as the very life of her body was taken by the feelings she rode, legs kicking, voice screaming silently as her body rocked itself to the very core from his thrusts. The hard smacking of flesh was dulled to that of a pomf as her wet wool cushioned the blows and in turn allowed him to go even harder. Finally with her entire body convulsing in ecstasy her legs gave out and her voice was let loose into a primal noise of pleasurable agony. Spyro met her in her lust not with a finish but with continued pounding, not giving her body a moment to stop, to even think as she was devolved into a warm pulsating hole for her alpha to breed with. The final blow to tie them together was so strong that Spyro passed out from his own heightened release, fueled and magnified by the sounds and scents she had been pouring into him.

He awoke some time later on the hard shore of a crystal glowing faintly in the low hanging night, cuddling Marble. As he moved to stand he almost slipped from the great mess that the previous event had made. He had no idea he could even give so much in one go or any Dragon could for that matter. Leaving his stains to be washed away from the arcane sea he carefully picked her up to head inside. Needing a fire to take the chill off her he reused the embers from the day, thankful she had placed down blankets here he gave her a quick once over with his breath to dry her more. Even in her deep rest she let out some coos and murmurs from the warmth. A fact he quite liked as he ignored his own hunger to lay down beside her. Food could wait until morning, his body had felt like it had gone through two wars of different designs and he could only imagine how sore she is going to be feeling in the morning. Although, the promise of more limping made him crack a wide grin.

Marble woke from the several delicious scents on the wind. Her body however did not want to even attempt moving as she managed to part her eyes, the world still hazy and far too bright as she looked around. She was aching in two different ways, a particularly intense hunger and a sore twinch that ran deep under her tail. Sighing about overing doing again yesterday she managed to get her head at least off the ground but as she rolled on to her belly she felt another twinge. Groaning she swore to herself to never try underwater mating again unless she is way more strong but then she let out another annoyed moan as she had forgot about her own magic abilities. Surely using that during mating would have made the extended duration of such an activity nothing short of easy.

Focusing she found herself lying on a blanket next to some purple cliff walls, back at the Magic Crafters apparently. Taking note of the groaning Sheep all but too sore to even roll about Spyro came over to give a bowl of breakfast, something tasty and warm but anything more than that was lost as she planted her muzzle into it. Ignoring the chuckles from Spyro as he went to get himself his own bowl.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" He commented, electing an unamused look back.

"Uhh, whos funny idea was it to make the best mating make you feel like you are dying afterwards." Marble groaned as Spyro walked over to offer her a helping hand.

"Come on, I heated a pond nearby. It should help." The temptation of a hot soak won over against her pained form as she struggled to stand. With a supporting arm he helped her to hobble along, her body recovering a bit more as she went. Easing into the water was another issue but as she sat there it helped immensely to loosen tight muscles and take the edge of aches away.

As she rested Spyro went to back up the camp, taking note of the time he hoped she was not going to be too out of commission for the next World and it's boss Blowhard. A powerful and ancient wizard that had mastered the magic of storms, with a preference to tornados and lightning like most of their kin. Even if he had to go fight alone he would as he did not want to risk her getting injured after all but even as the idea ran into his mind he found himself looking back to her. She had grown a lot, matured quite a bit from a simple Sheep to something so much more interesting. Marble noticed his stares, giving him a smile while she walked about the pool to stretch out a bit as her pains had all but melted away now.

She stepped out the pool and gave a shake to knock of the excess water before heading the way Spyro had gone, always amazed at what the spring water of these Worlds could do for the body. Heading down the frosty path she found him just off to the side at the bottom, the camp site all packed up. She walked up to him, giving him a soft rub as she walked past before turning to face him.

"So where are we going today? We must be near the end of this Realm right?" She was all but purring along as Spyro patted her head playfully.

"Yep, we got another General today if you are up for it." At this she perked up even more. Her increasing interests in combat always contrasted with her normally gentle demeanor in a way that he loved, never sure what she was going to do next. He picked up his pace as she all but bounced off to head to the portal or at least where she thought the last portal was. With the next Realm being that of Beast Crafters she had been raring to find out more about herself, questions of why and what. To meet those who literally made you and your entire species is indeed a hell of an opportunity that she was not about to pass up.

After giving her some subtle hints via nodding whenever she came to a split in the path they ended up at the doorway. For all her excitement she at least kept clear headed for the most part, never one to run head long into something she has no knowledge of.

"This World is real small, two mountain peaks with a path that curves around the first and spirals the second. It's also the last World I have knowledge on so let's make it a good one!" A calm tone turning more cheery and excited. With a nod they departed through the portal into the last World of this arcane land. They landed on another circular platform like many of the entrances of these Worlds, the thin path that snaked its way along the mountain looked extra precarious thanks to the sea of clouds that could be seen far below. Marble herself was amazed to see the sky so clear, the clouds swirling all about but when she tried to take a deep refreshing breath she found barely half the air to come to her. She started to panic, hopping to Spyro and bleating about not being able to breath when he held her to calm down.

"Take slower, deeper breaths. There is air here just not as much." He explained.

"But why? Dragons need to breath right?" She moaned trying to be calm.

"Yes but eh it is complicated, air is like...water. Right now we are near the surface of it so it is thinning out." Spyro explained and amazingly she seemed to understand.

"So...what is up there, outside of the air?"

"A void, endless, airless and freezing. They say all Worlds exist in the void, like bubbles, when we make a new one and a new portal it is just very very...very far away from the last one."

"Dragons are so amazing..." Her eyes full of wonder again as she looked up at the clear sky, trying to see perhaps the void that was still so far away. He found himself looking up as well, never questioning things as much as he should have before as he laid an arm around her to keep her close.

He broke away, knowing it is not good to stay in this thin air too long he went to have a look at the path ahead. Finding storm Wizards, chests and some lovely cone shaped trees that dot the outer edge of the path. A few towers could be seen in the distance poking out of the clouds, the height of such things impressing Spyro himself while making more clear why Blowhard set up his base here of all places. Interrupting his musings Marble came prancing along, slowing down to a trot as to give him a playful wink, before continuing her jog forward. Smiling he followed suit. The storm Wizards was hardly a challenge now the pair knew how to handle them. The biggest challenge was the strong wind blowing along the narrow path and the thin air making every movement so much more difficult. Eventually they reached a door, big, metal, impossible to open with what they had but they was not beaten. For some reason that defied logic the Generals never used what they had to defend themselves, as they found Blowhard himself was waiting just further down the path on top of a plateau. He was akin to the Wizards who would ride around on a torado, his being bigger and more fierce than others, with a much longer beard too but not much else.

Like clockwork they split up, flanking both sides in the normal pincer attack that no Gnorc had yet been able to outsmart. Blowhard was different however as he launched into the air, knocking Spyro away with a gust of wind while several small but ominous black clouds formed around him. Several broke away to chase after Marble who, not thrilled to simply stand by and see what they was going to do, started to run around the platform. She found however that the clouds could only turn slightly and often floated away off the cliff, giving her plenty of time to think. Not that she needed it however as the Wizard had already run out of stamina causing him to float lower to the ground where Spyro was waiting, unfortunately he only got one solid hit in before the windy devil sped off. A might crash ringing out as he turned the corner.

"These ones are smarter but not very strong..." She commented, referring to the last world's enemies who was the opposite.

"Wizards have very strong magic but they neglect their bodies, unlike us!" Flexing himself humorously to show off his point, causing Marble to giggle a bit.

Heading back down to the door they found it less unlocked and more blown off it's hinges in a surprisingly casual show off power, exchanging looks at just how strong those clouds they headed inside. A small cave system lay in front of them, dark and dank with much of the path collapsed but even worse was more of the geomancer Druids acting to slow them down by making the only few pillars to stand on dance around. Even so the cave was small, making the movements limited and thus easy as they took turns hopping from one to the next.

"Hey, there is a dragon here." Marble said pointing out to a side room where a dragon encased in green crystal sat in the midst of many treasures. Once freed he introduced himself as Altair, an extremely old dragon indeed whose pleasant words conflicted the sharp looks he was giving his rescuers. By the time they had managed to pull themselves away Marble was all but following behind Spyro in a slump, much of the cheery energy she had fallen away under the piercing gaze of the elder. But, it was nothing that a few well placed jumps as they despatched the rest of the Druids could not fix. Spyro feeling pride in how he was getting increasingly experienced in helping to get her mind of such things.

Back into the light they stepped out onto a well worn but still strong wooden path on the other side of the mountain peak, spiraling around ever higher that would lead to the plateau where they can glide to the neighboring peak. Taking their time to catch what little breath they could pull from such lofty heights they headed along as the clouds turned from white to gold with the falling sun. The gentle tip and tap of hooves on wood counting the seconds as they traveled along ever further to the top of the world, a strange awkwardness started to form as Spyro would take a look over to her only to dodge her glances back. Clearly wanting to say something but unable to find the right moment but before she could be the one to chime in they reached the stone steps to the platou. It was like a dance, looks exchanged in silent understanding of each other. Up the steps to the stage of war, a general acting as judge. Pacing around the edge in symmetry, each movement was timed and measured. Suddenly, a sprint to enclose the gap and as the Wizard took off into the air as he did once before but the trap was set. They collided perfectly, a grab to a swing leading to a launch of strength as Marble was sent skyward to meet her enemy in the one spot he would not expect. A crack, like lighting from an angry god as tempered hooves polished and strong met armor square on. Shards of silver raining down as the creature was sent sailing to the second peak nearby, a fall, brisk as the Dragon below caught her with grace but looks not given as he swung her onto his back and took chase over the chasm.

Shadows rose over the peak as night climbed higher up the twin peaks of black and white...White? She took a look to the rock as he ran on, it was a perfect shade of alabaster that even in the dull light seemed to shine. Marble, a whole mountain of marble that made her stare in disbelief of such a sight but as he reached the final platou she knew questions could wait.

"I have lived a thousand lifetimes beast, you think that because you have tasted magic that gives you the right to touch me?!" The Wizard stood on the ground, full of disbelief and rage while a ring of black clouds circled the edge of the platou. Crackles of gold and white rang within the clouds, burning as hot as the anger of the one that controls them.

The same trick was not going to work again as they headed straight on to meet him, only for him to dive backwards into the corona of storm that was now encasing the entire platou. A flash followed by a bang sounded out as a bolt struck the ground, then another and another. Aimless but deadly as the wind picked up. The path they took now lost they stood back to back but was still unable to see where the Wizard was, the abyss of cloud and electricity that formed a prison around them was too dangerous to get near and if they stayed put they would meet an end nonetheless. And then she remembered.

"I need you to keep me safe for a moment, ok?" She called to him over the roar of the wind.

"As long as you need." Spyro replied flaring his wings for cover.

She sat in the middle of the plateau, the wind as deafening as the lighting was deadly but still she sat. Spyro was trying his best, rocks picked up by the wind was not enough to faze him, the lightning did not seem to reach the center yet but just as he was about to relax a piece of cloud detached itself. Dread washed over him as he knew what was going to happen if it managed to reach the center, if it reached Marble...

Stones caught was thrown back to dissipate the clouds, fire breath to disrupt the winds but it was a losing battle as now the shell of storm was closing in. He took a look back to Marble sitting as calm as ever, trust igniting the fire within him as he fought to keep herself from the hailstorm of death around them when suddenly she opened her eyes.

"Spyro, throw me! South west!" She screamed to him. Time seemingly slowed down as he looked deep into her eyes before nodding. He ran over, a grab, a spin to a launch full of all the strength he has as she was sent straight into the hell of clouds but then, the wind died.

Clouds stopped forming as the prison around them started to thin out. Spyro rushed through the spot he had thrown her. Finding her standing on the very edge of the cliffs looking down, she turned to him.

"I must have broken his wind, he was standing outside the clouds so...i found him..." She said before looking down the cliff again, too dark now to see further but she knew that without his ability to fly that Blowhard would not be coming back. He stepped over, a comforting arm placed on her back as he was not sure what she was feeling. Heading back down the stairs Spyro finally broke the awkward silence with his own awkward words.

"Ah, I got something for you orIguess... us?" Words tripping over each other as he tried to explain what he was up to but decided to just lead her to a spot back down the way, telling her to stop and wait here for a minute to rest.

She could not help but give him an amused look as he ran off all but tripping over his tail in nerves. She did need the break though so she was happy to have a moment to rest, especially if he decided to get all heated in this place but that seemed less likely as he was hardly nervous about such things anymore. The moon was in the sky now sending pale light down across the mountains... oh, she remembered to ask him about the marble peak that they was currently resting atop. At this she wondered about her name too, she had never really questioned why he decided to call her Marble outside the obvious references to a dot of white among the grass like the towers of the Artisans. Even that was sounding more beautiful than she had originally thought too...

At last he came back, sitting beside her at the cliff's edge he seemed to have not shook off his nerves yet.

"Hey Spyro...Why is it you called me Marble, is it really just because I am white like a rock?" She asked plainly. He sighed.

"Not just a rock, Marble is one of the most...b-beautiful stones in all the Realms..." Spyro answered averting his gaze as he plopped himself down next to her.

Just as she was about to retort to that he stopped her, a pointing finger to the night sky. At first she did not get it but then, a bang. The entire sky was lit up in a field of lights, colors of all kinds that rained down in showers of sparks. Then another, different but similar which was followed by another. She could only sit amazed at it all, it was spectacular. Breathtaking.

Spyro was not done however as when she turned back to him he placed a hand on the side of her head, an odd gesture for one without hands that she did not quite understand but then he leaned in. She did not realize what he was doing at first as he had to work out how the different shapes of their muzzles fit together but once he did he pressed himself to her, emerald eyes going wide at the realization of what he was doing. It felt like it both lasted a century and a second, a timeless moment cut far too short as he pulled away to embrace her in a hug, whispering one more secret to her. "I love you."

IV

Marble woke, head pounding from last night as the cold snow was proving strangely comfortable. Snow...she managed to crack open an eye to find herself indeed lying in snow, still in the Magic Crafters but not sure where exactly. She sat up to realize not only how dry her mouth was but for once how her body was not sore, all but crawling herself to the nearest pond she throw her head into it. Refreshing and now hydrated she had a look around, then she remembered. The kiss, first of many, the dancing, the amazing if odd fruit that the elders of this Realm had passed around. At first it was great, everything felt enhanced as colors danced and tastes exploded, by the time they had finished partying, feasting and making out they was too tired to even mate...no, make love. Much like how the best sex led to an awful morning the fruit did the same thing, a trade off perhaps or the cost that the universe dictates. She groaned, too early to think so much she went to look for Spyro as the memories come flooding back. A faint blush as she went over the chaotic events, eventually leading to when she passed out and from it where Spyro had headed off too.

She found him behind the portal to Crystal Flight, not sure why he decided to head here but at least he did not pass out in the ocean. Rousing him awake was another issue as her at first gentle nudges failed while her much stronger nudges only managed to roll him over, with a sigh she sat herself down on his belly. Looking down at him amused at his sleepy kicks and murmurs, no doubt dreaming about her after the night they have had after all.

"What am I going to do with you..." A warm but amused smile breaking out as she looked over him. She started to trace along the scales on his chest, the gold underbelly to him was much softer than the purple even if it was still rough. She shuffled back as she went along, finding his belly to be the softest area on him even if he was still like stone underneath. Suddenly he rolled over, grabbing her like a pillow as he went causing her to bleat out in surprise. She found herself half under him and half wrapped up in his arms, letting out a snort she tried to wiggle free but found her attempts to be in vain.

"Come ooonnn, we got things to do today...hng"

"I know but can't we just stay here for a bit?" Spyro replied sleepily.

She stopped wiggling. Staring up in disbelief to find him staring back, he had been pretending to be asleep but for how long she was not sure. He started to laugh, cracking up at the silly situation and despite her frustrations from before she found herself losing it as well. He sat up to give her some room to breath but kept her locked in his arms, inadvertently placing her into his lap as they shared in their laughter. Arms moving from the hug to hold her sides, wool as soft as ever but in need of a bath from the mess of yesterday. The laughter died down but still they sat there for a moment, Spyro drinking in her happy face, those beautiful emerald eyes shining like stars in the nighttime that was her black body, wool as pristine as her namesake wrapped around her like silk. He kissed her, electing but a moment of surprise as despite her own love for the act she still was not used to this form of affection. A gentle act indeed, one that carries as much love or lust as they wish to communicate to the other in a wordless conjoining of hearts.

Breaking off he spoke softly.

"Come on, we are late to the next world already and you need a bath." Causing her to look down at the various fruit juices, dust and other debris that littered her normally perfect fluff. A few minutes later they was sitting in the streaming water of one hot spring of many that littered these mountains, Marble always thankful for such lovely pools. While Spyro used those large hands of his to properly rub the desert oils along her she was left to sit and relax for a moment, she never expected this journey to have such luxurious places.

"Hey Spyro, what is the Beast Makers like? I have been to a 'swamp' before." Curious to where they will be headed to.

"Heh you will know soon enough but ehm, a swamp is when the land becomes overly soaked in water leading to a sea of mud and some...exotic life."

"Sounds interesting... if messy." Staring up in her daydreams.

"It is not for everybody I admit." Chuckling to himself, a swamp was a very specific taste of a place to live.

A thorough rinsing and drying later as well as picking up a light breakfast since the feast of yesterday left them quite satisfied they head off to the balloonist. Ever friendly he helped them get sorted before setting the balloon of on its way, waving to them as they departed. The balloon at first traveled along the clouds before heading down through them, the great sapphire arcane ocean between Realms could be seen far below now. Marble was feeling the changes already, the air was so much more thick down here that it filled her with strength but the magic that once clung to her was thinning out. She knew it was going to happen but even still could not help but feel sad that all that power she was had was now crippled. No, not crippled she said to herself it was just no longer being artificially boosted.

The sapphire ocean below started to change, turning gradually more green as it became less clear. Strange plants started to be seen poking out of the slimy mess, long twisted tubes like reeds that seemed to stand stiff even in the wind. The green of the ocean became dark and darker, eventually forming an almost solid looking fern green that at a distance could be mistaken for grass. Trees started to come into view, massive, bigger than any stone tower and no doubt more ancient as well. The air became thick, moist and hot. It was like the womb of the world itself, teeming with raw life.

It got dark, cool but then lights could be seen. Glowing moss clinging to the sludge below lit up some areas while others was bathed in a sickly shade from the trees all around. She took a look over to Spyro with a wide smile at all this strange stuff to take in only to find herself caught staring. He seemed so much...more in the lights of the swamp, a twitch deep down inside her caught her off guard almost much as the drop of lust that ran down the back of her leg. She shook her head, it was not the right time for her heat at all so what just...No no, it was most likely just her losing herself in the moment. Unknown to her Spyro was casually looking off in the other direction to hide his own extremely hard erection. Thanks to some deep breaths by the time they landed they was suffering a lot less with the surprise arousal. With no enemies around Marble was first to jump out of the balloon, landing with a splop as even this dry island was still sticky. An odd feeling for her hooves but not completely unpleasant. They was near a well, some huts dotted nearby as long torches burned a dull orange in the otherwise dark of the swamp. A sweet smell formed from the incense and oils being used.

The first enemies was up ahead, Gnorcs wearing odd rubber shoes and armor. A backpack whirred with noise as they held a metal rod, an odd set up that they was clueless about until one of the bald swamp chickens tried to run past. The Gnorc tapped the ground and in a second the entire metal floor he was standing on lit up in a display of powerful electricity, killing and cooking the chicken in seconds. "Well that is not good." Spyro stated not liking the look of such a weapon

"Still simple right?" Looking up to him he thought for a moment before cracking a grin.

The Gnorc was hardly paying attention, nodding along to some unheard music that made it real easy for Spyro to throw Marble up over his head. Not even hearing the clicking of hooves sprinting behind him either.

"Seems they are half deaf..." She commented, placing the blue gem into the chest.

One more Gnorc to sort and they had freed the first of the Dragons, the leader Bruno. A pudgy green Dragon who stood with a refined air to him.

"Darlings! You simply must stop those Gnorcs from turning this beeeeautiful swamp into an electric junk heap!" He spoke with a slur, almost chewing some words while others rolled about his mouth near pleasurably. But then he noticed Marble.

"Oh my word! A crested? A caprine crested!? My my Spyro darling you do have good tastes." He spoke far too excitedly as he picked her up to give her a look over, sniffing here or there as she bleated in surprise. She looked over to Spyro only to find him looking awkward but not surprised, apparently this is how they was like over in the great swamp. He placed her back down. "Ah do forgive me, I got a bit excited~ Ahem. Welcome to the Beast Makers! No doubt you have many questions but first, you may help yourself to any supplies in the store shed over there... and Darlings if you need a nice private place then take the boat on the south side to the spare hut we have. It is far enough that we will not hear anything, promise!" He finished with a wink causing Marble to turn a neon red while Spyro tried to hide his dark purple blush.

"T-thanks Bruno. Nothing ever gets past you does it?" Spyro tried to play it off casually but his waving voice betrayed him.

"Darling please, I would not be good at my job if I could not tell eeeeeverything at first sniff~" More cheesy grins and winks that only helped to fluster the pair.

"S...Sir, Bruno...Um..." Her attempts to talk failing but he sat down to be more at her level, telling her to take her time. She took a breath. "Was you the one who made...me? The Sheep I mean?" "Ah Darling I am sorry but I am more the overseer, giving the final order, double checking things or putting my own special touch on things. You need to find Cleetus, that silly sap handles a lot of the smaller, cuter creatures like yourself~" Words both chewed and flattering. "Oh and Darlings, you might have noticed so far but this Realm is one of creation...you know, breeeeeeding? Your relationship and the mixing of magics might cause some strange side effects just so you know!" At this he gave a bow before heading off to one of the bigger huts, leaving the pair to give a look at each other.

"Are you...um, feeling the same thing I am?" Marble said Sheepishly.

"That I am more horny than I have never been? Which is saying a lot by the way..." He said, too frustrated to mince words.

"I doubt a quicky in a hut is going to help either is it?" She was sweating, dripping onto the ground from every end.

"Most likely not..." He sighed, this was worse than lack of air or intense heat of a desert.

They decided to find Cleetus first and then sort out the Realm. Hoping that work would help take their mind off things at least a little bit. The big stone temple that took up most of the island looked interesting so they started there, finding many gems scattered about but not much to see other than the view of the island overall. Next they used some fallen logs to cross the sludge over to several much smaller islands next to the main one, several huge boars proving to only be a small obstacle.

Suddenly Marble let out a sharp bleat that caused Spyro to turn frantically to find her trapped by a once unassuming plant. Nothing a bit of fire could not sort out but it came as a surprise to find even the plants here had it out for them. Finally they found Cleetus, Marble nearing bouncing from excitement as they freed him.

"Thank yer kindly." Slurred but not as much as Bruno, he stretched out a bit before taking a closer look. Marble bracing herself for more grabbing. "My...word. W-what is yar name?" He looked shocked, as if he saw a ghost.

"Marble... sir." She replied. He hugged her suddenly, nearly crying which surprised both of them. Spyro putting a comforting hand on his shoulder as Marble tried not to be crushed under the giant Dragon.

"Sorry sorry, it is just to see my species reach Crested status. It is... beyond words, the ultimate accomplishment... my dear sweet Ovis Aries. Ah let me explain, no doubt you have questions after all." He broke the hug, leading them to a hut where he offered a cushy mat to sit on while he got comfy. "Ok... ok... so, Ovis is the true name of those in yur genus. While Ovis Aries is the true name of what you call 'Sheep', the snowy Sheep up north are Ovis Nivicola for example. They laughed at me for making you Aries, oh no claws, no strength, so weak but I knew what I was doing deep down. I made you sociable, able to form tight knit flocks. Truly able to work together despite being a beast." He began, sounding almost nostalgic. "Did you know that the Crested are a mystery? The stiff Dream Weavers can not work you out, the lovely Magic Crafters find you an enigma and us? We have little idea but together we do know a few things. Crested come to be when magic cling to you but for this to happen the species must be hundreds of generations are least, no new species can form a Crested no. The other thing is...when one Crested comes into being the chance of another goes up exponentially, to think it was my Aries that has begun ascension." Spyro and Marble looked at each other at that last word.

"Ascension?" She asked.

"Ah yes, don't you get it? Each Crested born increases the chance of another a lot and this can quickly spiral out of control until all of a species are Crested."

"But I have never seen any intelligent animals about, are the Sheep the first?" Spyro chimed in.

"Oh heavens no, you see this is such a rare event that whenever it happens we gather the now ascended creatures together and help them cross the arcane ocean so they may form their own land. There are many interesting creatures out there, after many generations the ascended tend to mutate as well, no longer simply a horse or seal but something far... more... And it was MY Aries that is going to be the next ones to ascend, no mountain beast, no stupid chicken, no metal spider. Sheep!" He started to laugh, a tear or two falling from the sheer joy as they finally understood his happiness.

They thanked for his time and departed from the hut with much to think about. Was Marble the first of her kind to climb the genetic ladder or was there others like her out in the Realms for them to find? Either way, from her birth more will now come and that is going to change the face of the world as they know it. They walked casually along the swamp in silence for a bit, eventually ending up near the roots of a massive tree that grew on the edge of the island.

"Spyro..." She said with a sigh.

"Yes Marble?" He said, stopping to see what was up.

"Not to be rude but can you mate me please?" Head lowered but voice strong.

Any other time that would have surprised him but he was feeling the intense sexual need to breed just as strongly as she was, still he did not want even one moment between them to be one of a negative experience as he walked over. Lifting her head up to give her a smile, then a kiss. Warm, comforting that she could lose herself in but not one of simple love as mouths was parted to let tongues explore, hers wide and smooth while his was long and nimble. He could taste every inch of her, wrap himself around her tongue a dozen times and still tickle her throat in ways that made her dig grooves into the ground. Breath as hot as the open fire as he pressed firmly to her.

Lifting a hand he wiped the mud off it using his side before running it along her belly. Even her wool was soaked from desire as he reached flesh radiating with heat, no teasing needed as he struck deep as he could get in one smooth motion. Her moans caught by his lips as her eyes rolled from the touch. The scents of the swamp had been clouding his senses but here so close to her he was drowning in her need, taking effort not to cum straight there from the breeze.

He broke off, pulling his tongue away with a slurp as he moved quickly. She only caught sight of his tail moving out of view as two hands grabbed her from behind, the full of length of his tongue crashing inside her that made her bow forward in pleasure. Short lived however as he withdrew just as quick, moving his attention a little higher while his fingers worked to replace his tongue. She cried out hotly into the air, this new feeling of him working over her tailhole was nothing short of fantastic as it only enhanced the pleasures she felt further down. Just as quick however he withdrew his mouth once again, now using his other hand to make sure she would even be able to fit him. The first finger was easy, the second not so much but she was so heated, so slick that she was only aware of the pleasurable shocks that rang through her body as he worked to loosen her up.

Finally he withdrew his hand and stood now finding her ready, with one arm leaning on her back as to not touch the mud yet he used the other to help himself find his mark. Her sex was tight enough to make the size difference of the two apparent so to even attempt this was going to be a rough ride. The pleasured squeals as he first managed to get even the tip in was like music to his ears. Shifting his arms around, one now grabbing her around the belly while the other moved for him to push two sticky fingers into her mouth, he gave her something to occupy her thoughts as he slowly worked his way inside her. Marble could taste herself thick and hot on his hands as she suckled comfortably on him. She could feel every ridge of the underside of his erection, every groove, every twitch and then she felt something bump into her.

She did not even realize he had managed to reach the knot as she drooled around his hand, body on fire as an inferno of lust ran through her. He pulled his fingers out of her, planting one hand in the mud beside her head to lean on as he moved the now extra slick fingers to plunge them back inside her hot sex. Then, he thrust. Explosions went off inside her as every inch of her insides twisted around his digits, splattering the ground from her juices as Spyro slowly started to move unknown to her own relief. Her mind took some minutes to clear and when it did she found him gently thrusting into it, fingers rubbing what he could from the odd position but she did not mind at all. In fact, it felt amazing as each push from him drained a little more of the pent up frustrations from within her. Closing her eyes she just let him work, a pleased smile breaking out as she was now more aware of how this felt.

Spyro was in heaven, the opening was crushing tight while the insides was like hot silk that caressed him with such a clash of textures that made it impossible for him to get used to it. He would not have lasted even this long if she was not squeezing him so intense that made movement hard let alone that tempting knot which was completely impossible. His body burned with the strain of trying to move without hurting her all the while his tongue lolled out like an animal. Every minute that ticked on made the perverse dance easier as they bred in the open air of the swamp, eyes no longer seeing anything of the world around him other than her but in this focus his time ran out.

A dam broke. Thrusts turning wild as his hands moved to grab her wool for leverage, staining her sides with honey and mud both while her hot bleats only pushed him further long. The mounting pleasure seemed to build before coming to a sudden stop that served to push him into a rapid pace before the world seemed to become mute, eyes blinded as he his entire body locked up in a release of everything he had. Spyro stood leaning on her back as he drooled mindlessly onto the floor, pumping shot after shot inside her as his body uselessly ground his knot into her in vain.

"By the Elements Spyro, I never expected that..." She was panting almost as hard as he was.

"Glad... you liked." Barely aware of the world around him in his post sex stupor.

After a minute to breathe, as well as a bit of a stretch to loosen stiff muscles, he managed to pull out before heading out to find a place to clean up. The boat on the south side was near so they headed that way, finding that only a minute later they was at a nice little hut on it's own island. Inside it was nothing like the wooden tribal design would suggest, food, supplies and a giant stone bath with hot fresh water on tap. It was fitting for the Beast Makers, as they valued luxury more than other Dragons to which they willingly live in wood huts in a swamp because it gave them access to the finest oils, the grandest food, truly paradise in its own sticky right.

Having there own temporary house as well was a nice change to the camping as they grabbed some bits to take with them, plans of spending the rest of the waning day in comfort was already being exchanged. Hot bath to start to clean up and relax as to not suffer the next day, followed by a good meal for once and to top it all off as many quick rounds they could manage before bedtime as the heat of this world still plagued them. Not all bad they agreed.

Marble stretched out, loving the feel of the soft silk bed she was wrapped up in. She yawned to shake off some of the sleep that still clung to her before rolling over, it was morning apparently according to the crystal that was on the bedside table. "Since most of the Beast Makers is wrapped in night they use crystals that glow purple when it is nighttime and yellow when it is day." She remembered Spyro explaining.

Last night was definitely something she could get used too, a long hot bath with a slow clean which led to them laying by the fire for hours eating, talking, mating which then led to more baths. Ah she wished it had never ended but at least she knew he could handle her heat when it came time. Speaking of which, Spyro came into view from around the corner.

"Ah, morning my little pillow." A playful tone as he placed the breakfast bowl on the bed, a quick kiss shared before he turned to go sort out the chest that was sitting nearby.

"So what lovely mud stained place have we go today?" She said while taking the bowl, a lovely mix of nuts, berries and fruit pieces with a tasteful dab of cream as if trying to spoil her.

"Misty bog, a lovely name I know but according to Bruno a beautiful little place with ruins, trees and islands dotting the place. Apparently it is on the edge of the Realm so the water is quite blue... outside the mud." He explained, chest now ready as he picked it up. The enchantment shrinking it down as he tucked it beside his wing. "Unless you want another quick go before we head out?" He leaned on the foot of the bed, his remark causing Marble to lift her head up from the bowl.

"After yesterday it is way too early for such fun things but knowing how hard this place hits...i think there will be time later." She said with a coo as she leaned over to him before rolling out of bed. She gave a stretch, no aches, no pains, finally well rested for once.

Heading out into the muddy world once again they headed to the boat that would lead them back to the main island, from there they would head into the portal of Misty Bog. Free some Dragons, grab the gems, clear any threats, it was far more fun than she had imagined it could have been but maybe that is how hard Spyro works to make it so. Within minutes they touched down on the thankfully drier ground of Misty Bog. Deep gray mud as far as the eye can see which was not far as a sickly light green fog made it difficult to see anything. Thankfully the air was much clearer here while a nice cool breeze could be felt every so often, a nice refreshing change to the moist warmth of the swamp.

"You know, I can understand why these Worlds exist but I am glad mine was the Artisans..." She said almost wearily as she recalled the blistering heat of one Realm or the unending lust that this one causes. Spyro could not help but give her an understanding nod as he moved along, even being one who understood the finer details of why these places existed he agreed that they was hardly nice to live in.

A few hops across a collapsed part of the path, as well as some fire breath to take care of a bunch of the strange carnivorous plants that plague the swamp, and they had arrived at a crossroads of sorts. A larger island in the muddy sea around them that had pathways branching out on all sides. The sickly green mist, as it is being the namesake of this land, was making navigation hard to work out. They caught glimpses of things far away that seemed to twist in the fog: wooden hunts, stone ruins both old and grand, wooden docks almost like that of a harbor long gone. Finally the pair also spotted the green crystal of a trapped dragon too that was almost blending into the various greens. Rescuing him with haste they found him to be named Rosco. A somewhat younger green dragon that used to be caretaker to this side of the swamp.

"You two better be on the look out for attack frogs, they are cold blooded killers!" His panic over shadowed from the ridiculous nature of his advice.

"We will, eh, be careful." Spyro stated, a passing glance to Marble who was trying to keep a straight face before continuing. "This place is real big, do you know the way around?" Taking a look around as if to stress the point.

"Ah well, if you follow the wooden path north you get the underground hollows, a cool little rest spot, that will take you to the deep areas of the swamp where many temples used to stand. Going left takes you to a little fort of sorts as you can see behind me as well but I fear it is filled with... frogs." His last words quiet as the impending doom of the frogs seemed to get the best of him and of course once he had left Marble could not help herself in whispering "frogs" to Spyro. A lot of laughter ringing out in the mists.

After much amusement over frogs or fears of such things they ended up deciding to check out the fort first. It was the closest landmark to them and on a path that loops back to where they started, unlike the underground path which is a far longer trek.

Marble, as energetic as normal, was the first to hop down from the main island they was on to the wooden bridge like platforms that carved a path through this muddy ocean. A welcome respite to the sticky dirt but even that was short lived as when they approached the turn off for the fort they found the path had sunk.

"Now what do we do?" Deep down she already knew the answer but was hoping that her Dragon had other plans.

"I guess we are going to have to head through the mud..." Spyro stated. Marble sighed, so much for keeping herself clean today. Spyro was first to jump in, sinking down quickly much to Marble's worry but stopping just an inch past the knees. As if to be funny he pulled a hand out of the mud to offer her some help getting in. Even still she took it, at first not sinking much to her lighter frame but that quickly changed after the first few steps as she sank down to her belly. Letting out a huff of annoyance she plodded on past the now snickering Spyro.

A minute of slow sticky plodding later, as if swimming through honey at times, they had arrived at the fort to see, frogs. Staying low to the mud they was half sank in Spyro was the first to chime in.

"Was... he right about the 'Attack Frogs'?" He spoke quietly as to not alert the possibly threat sitting googly eyed in front of them.

"Looks like it, I regret not asking him what exactly an attack frog does..." They shared a look of almost disbelief, not sure what exactly to do at this point.

"Well if it is toxic we better not touch it directly but who knows what it will do... Surprise attack?" She gave a nod to him as they discussed the plans to take down this thing.

The Frog sat vacantly on the ground near the entranceway to the fort, bigger than most frogs and half the size of a Sheep easy. Lazy eyes seemed to not even focus on anything as it sat unmoving when suddenly a small dot whizzed past, a bug most likely, but quickly out of reach. Then, another whizzed past causing the creature to perk up. When a third came into view the frog snapped it up with his tongue, flat or rather sharp and as fast a whip, only to find the dot was a pebble. As it sat wondering why a pebble was flying a rock twice it's size landed on it from on high.

"Well, that worked." Spyro shouted up to Marble standing on a ledge above the fort door.

"Learned a few things too" She called back before jumping down into Spyro's arms. The otherwise warm moment ruined by the amount of mud that had already clung to them but he made an effort to give her a nuzzle nonetheless. He was also so kind to place his hands wherever he wanted as he pushed her up out of the mud and onto the much drier ground of the fort, not that she minded the attention. Poking her head around the corner of the inside revealed the bigger issue, frogs and Gnorcs alike all over the place, even Spyro who joined her in her snooping raised an eyebrow at why there was so many in such a small area.

"So now what? I doubt I could lift a rock big enough to deal with all them... nor do I think the dragons would be happy if we break the fort..." Marble explained as the gears started to turn again in her mind.

"My fire could deal with the frogs but not the Gnorcs, that armor makes things tricky..."

"Shame we do not have any armor..." An off hand remark but one that made Spyro perk up, a smile forming that only made Marble worry what she had just started.

It was chaos. The Gnorcs was lazing about, feeding the frogs or otherwise just passing the time when out of nowhere what seemed like a living statue barged into the room sending Gnorcs flying. As the dim witted frogs was freaking out from the living rock smashing its way through their owners they did not notice the purple Dragon working his way around the side of the room. Not until a pillar of fire bathed several of them in the blistering heat. The small space of the fort turned against them as they had no room to properly dodge the fire from one end and the rampaging statue on the other side.

The battle was over within a seconds. Without either of them being harmed, his worry grew however as his celebrity calls went unanswered. Running over to her clay armored form he worked to quickly break the helmet off, finding her awfully flushed and panting.

"Good... idea with drying the mud but it is far too hot and heavy..." She panted back to him. He sighed a breath of relief at least before getting the chest out. Nothing some water can not fix and they had plenty of gems to pack up as well.

"At least you are able to keep it going for a minute or so, that is really good!" Sprinkling some compliments as he helped to get her out of the rock cast, a few head pats for good measure to really get her beaming again. They found that in the back of the fort the Gnorcs had been holding a Dragon captive, a nice but far too open chap by the name of Damon. As well as a whole bunch of treasure, not a bad reward when combined with the knowledge they had cleared an entire group of Gnorcs.

Getting back to the main island was simple and thankfully mud free as he could easily glide over from the roof of the fort. Even so, Marble was feeling the heat as the sun rose ever higher into the day. The increasingly sticky air clung to her causing every movement to be uncomfortably moist as well, letting out a sigh she sat on the grass.

"Just when I thought this swamp is not too bad it just had to prove her wrong..." Barely a whisper as she felt filthy, muddy, sticky in all the wrong places. But even still, she sighed as she stood up, be it mud, Gnorcs or blizzards she knew it was never going to be easy and she had come too far to give up in a swamp of all places. Hopping back to rejoin Spyro she made a point to rub past him on her way along the wooden path, the warm touch maybe a little warm as he made it a point to return the favor. A long nuzzling motion from muzzle to hip. In return she stood up to hug his chest, nuzzling into him as he wrapped an arm around her. Looking down he was met with her giving him some strong but weary puppy eyes,

He leaned down, whispering the promise "5 minutes?" into her ear. She did not answer, instead breaking out of the embrace to go brace herself on one of the wooden supports. He got the message. No ceremony was needed here, she was ready to go from dawn to dusk and he knew it. Even still, he took a moment to wrap an arm under her to see just how needy was as she let out almost a whine from being so close to her goal. Feeling almost sorry for her he placed a hand on the wooden post as to not put his weight on her and set to work, her long sigh like moans was nothing short of delightful to listen to. That snug warmth was equally delightfully, his increased tolerance to the never ending burning need to mate might make the swamps effects only slightly annoying but it was still refreshing to finally get a break from it.

Making sure they was not was being watched he found the green fog to have an unexpected perk, it made anybody even a slight distance way not able to see them even if noises was still an issue...An issue he did not care in the slightest as he gladly made the wood they leaned on creak and moan almost as loud as Marble did. The promise of 5 minutes quickly turned into 10 and then 20 before being lost altogether.

With the splattering of mixed juices on the wooden floor signalling a job well done she was left relieved and oddly refreshed despite the otherwise intense physical activity.

"Hey Spyro? Can you just, like, um do that whenever you want, I thought I could hold out until bedtime but it is being very bad." Her words was quiet and soft at the embarrassment of such a question but he understood her pain, in return he gave a warm hug as words would only embarrass her further.

Now relieved they continued along the wooden path, partly a bridge and partly a pontoon system, that would take them all the way to the underground hollows. More electric Gnorcs popped up along the way but between how distracted they was and the lack of a metal floor they was not the most difficult of obstacles. The gems was just as ever present and thankfully was found on the path but the scenery was boring Marble nearly to tears, there was nothing see outside of mud, fog, tree stumps and more mud. The path just stretched on and on... and on... but just as she was about to lose her mind the path ended to show several increasingly big tree stumps. Odd but at least something interesting for once as she stood head cocked. Suddenly Spyro picked her up from behind, half expecting him to maybe be taking her up on the offer early but instead he just lifted her up to the nearest stump. Once there he climbed up himself to repeat the process, stopping on the second to last stump to lift her onto his back before jumping up to the last and... inside. She was surprised as she was plunged into dark, the stump was in fact a tunnel leading down into the underground.

They landed in the dim light of fiery torches, spots of warmth in the otherwise chilled air. Hopping off him she stretched out, clean and cool air for once was a lovely surprise indeed. Even the ground was dry and solid as well, she never expected a dark hole in the ground to be her favorite place in the swamp but here she was. However, there was not much treasure down here and the constant shuffling of beast eating plants was far from comforting but with Spyro taking the lead she was as safe as she was going to get. Her so called favorite spot in the swamp turning less pleasant as time went on but as was anything else in this mess it came to an end just as quick. Coming out of the dark she ended up bumping into a crystallized Dragon from her blinded state, Spyro chuckling to himself softly as she apologized to the now freed and confused Dragon.

Back into the light, the moist, hot, sticky...she let out a whine. Maybe the dark hole filled with dangerous plants was better after all.

"Do not worry Fluffs, we are near the end now." He was looking forward to getting out of here himself as he sent a stray Gnorc flying into the mud, to spend the rest of the day lazing around back at the hut was on the top of his list of things to do. They headed through several ruins, a half collapsed temple being the final stop on the way to the last captive Dragon and treasure. She had something to see at least but her mind was now too occupied in getting out of this place, her point made when she all but jumped on the crystallized Dragon to free him. It was here as they stood at the exit portal that they hit a snag, the journal said that they was missing a gem... "Was it in the tunnels? Or the ruins? Please do not tell me..." She realized the mistake.

"Yep, I knew we should have checked around those fence walls."

"Well we just have to go back along the wooden path right?" Sitting hopeful of just a long walk back.

"Um...that drop is one way so..." His unpleased look matched hers perfectly.

"...oh no." The realization of how they was supposed to get back was looking less and less fun but as they climbed up the steps of the ruins to find that the swamp had a waterfall, a mudfall even, that slowly dripped down from one height to another. One interesting sight at least before they had to go spend the next hour slowly marching waist deep in mud. Knowing her mood would only get worse he planned to have another quicky to take her mind of things but as he went to grab her she jumped into the dirt, steadfast determination taking over. He sighed, there will be more time later at least. Even if he did have to spend the entire long walk over watching her rear bob around.

Each step was hard, the sun now high causing everything to be either uncomfortably warm or just far too hot. Recognizing the stumps that they had been passing for the past few minutes he knew that it was not long till they made it back to the entrance and from there they could take the much easier but still long walk back to the exit. Even still, it was a long time to wait and his own patience had run out a while back. Her panting was all he needed to hear to know that she needed a break of her as well and so without a word he strode forward to grab her, pulling her out of the mud to fling her onto a nearby stump. Surprised she attempted to lift her head up to see what was going on only to be met mouth first by Spyro, all the answers she needed even if she did wonder why here or all places.

Her thoughts interrupted by the slow lick along her neck as he worked to find a comfortable position on the wood. Sharp claws help to give grip as he found his stance, the mud of his chest rubbing slickly against her own muddy belly. This reversed mounting position was one she was not used to, everything was backwards as every movement bumped him against much different spots. Enough to catch her off guard as she found herself reaching the peak much sooner than he, the many intimate matings of last night catching up to her.

"W-wait a minute..." She called to him suddenly, causing him to stop. "I..ehm, am a bit sensitive sorry."

"Do you mind if I move elsewhere then?" A crafty grin breaking out at the operatunity. She blushed and bit her lip but gave him a nod, not wanting to ruin his own fun.

Switching from one hole to another proved to be far easier than he expected, the mating had relaxed her while the pose had caused all the excess juices to flow downwards. The way he looked straight into her eyes as he pushed inside her however was enough to cause a hot wash to flow over her. She found herself in an awkward way as she had nothing to occupy her legs while her own pleasures had passed, leaving her to become aware of every movement, every breath he took as the dance became one sided. Kisses and hugs was pleasant but did not help him to cum any faster, knowing that was the end goal after all she lifted one of his hands up to her as, while staring him in the eyes, she worked to gentle lick the mud off one of his fingers.

It was such a debasing act, so different to her sweet and shy attitude that it caught him far off gaurd. He liked this feeling of being so totally dominate over her, bigger, stronger and mating with her ass like an animal as she cleaned his claws. His thrusts became rougher as he got closer to his own finish causing her to flinch as the knot smacked incessantly but uselessly against her. He pulled the finger out of her mouth to lock lips, the dominant attitude instantly melting away for a much sweeter touch as he came to a sudden halt inside her, another drop of sticky warmth well suited for this World.

Back on dry land she was feeling more than a little sore, when he got into things he was perhaps a little much for such tender areas but that discussion could wait till they got back to the hut. For now they picked up that one last gem, sighed and marched back onto the wooden road that would take them out of this mire. Daydreams of hot water, good food and a cuddly fireside buddy giving them the fuel they sorely lacked.

The pale moon rose still low in the sky over a sickly green swamp, a slight warmth working to remove the chill of earlier. Away from the main island in a sea of sticky mud there sat a single humble hut, a guest house of sorts now occupied with the diligent rescuers of the Dragons. Despite the wooden exterior the inside was beautifully furnished and fully stocked with all kinds of luxurious items, as was the nature of the Beast Maker Dragons.

Even so early the soft but increasingly frequent squeaks of a bed rocking could be heard, a conversation of panting and giggling as the interspecies pair embraced each other for the first time his morning. The soft but supporting nature of a bed was something they had come to love over the more rough grassy tumbles, the strong headboard allowed for a grip in any number of positions while the pillows could be used for leverage or a prop. They cried out in unison as this early meeting came to an end, fresh stains marking time well spent as Marble collapsed sweating on the bed.

"Still, my favorite, way of waking up." She managed to convey between the heavy breathes. Spyro agreed as he wrapped his arms around her. Listening to how hard her heart was beating and how heavy she was breathing did worry him a tad however.

"Are you sure you are ok with this? Even when I get rough I make sure to hold back a lot, I can go easier if you need." His hand rubbing her belly softly.

"Kind of you to care but all I hear is that you can do it harder~" She replied like a whisper back to him, he did not know if he should be aroused, shocked or laughing. Her gentle chuckles was enough of a hint for him to know she was at least only half serious but it did give him some ideas about using her magic in bed. But, that was for another time as she got up and headed to the main room, it was time to get ready for the next World after all.

He went to sort out the chest. While the food inside took much longer than normal to spoil it still could happen eventually. It was always good to check things, water, medical herbs, any tools just in case they needed it as well seeing how many gems they had acquired so far. Even now it contained thousands from all across the world and by the end they would have all the wealth of the Realms in one chest. A shame they would have to give back most of it at the end to the respective owners but he was sure there would be plenty of spare or Gnorc owned gems. He perked up to the calling of Marble. Closing the chest he turned to see her sitting in the small stone bath in the corner, the allure of emerald eyes on such a content face would be enough to drive any Dragon mad.

The water was lovely, seasoned with salts from far off Realms that left everything feeling soft. Her wool was already pristine but daily grooming only enhanced it, softer than even the finest fabrics with the faint hint of something sweet. If there was one thing he treasured was her wool that gave her that softness, even when they had finally made it back from marching in the mud yesterday the first thing he did was heat a bath and make her some food before sorting his own needs.

With grooming done, some morning mating to take the edge off, and finally the chest all ready to go they set out. Finding it to be colder than yesterday which Marble was enjoying, she prefered to be chilly than to suffer with heat or even worse a moist heat. Sitting in the boat that would take them back to the main island she had some time to think, a respite of sorts before the chaos of whatever the next World would bring.

"You mentioned the next place is a village?" She asked.

"Yep, Terrace Village. A nice, thankfully dry, place with many huts... Most are bigger too than ours." He replied, giving her a amused look when he continued. "Since it will be empty, I thought we could see what kind of wierd stuff these swamp Dragons have too."

"Oh, naughty boy." Giving him an amused tap with her hoof she did wonder what kind of giant lavish houses these Dragons are living in. It would possibly help to give her some ideas for when it comes time to settle down as well...with Spyro. Feeling a blush she shook her head, a bit too early to think of such things.

"Hey Marbles, do you mind leaning on that side of the boat?" He said while pointing to the other side of the enchanted ship. She carefully stood up to walk over to the other side, not sure why unless how they was sitting in such a small area was unbalancing it or something. Once in place he gave her a nod and then turned to keep watching ahead. She shrugged it off to see if she could spot anything interesting, a few long insects that darted with speed over the mud, spiky plants that grew in clusters here or there. Her musings interrupted and a small bleat let loose out of reflex when she felt something warm place itself directly onto her sex. Whipping her head around to find Spyro casually nosing his way into her she suddenly understood why he wanted her to stand here, so he could see her privates. Blushing far more strongly than the housing daydream she went to amuse herself while he indulged himself, it had been quite a while since he had done this.

The boat touched down only a few minutes later to which he lent her a hand getting out.

"Sorry if I riled you up but you know..." He leaned in real close, "A village means a lot of beds to break." She turned almost completely red as he gave her a surprise quick kiss before wiping his mouth with his arm and leading out. Leaving her stunned for a moment before she realized he just gave her mouth a glossy coating made of her own honey. After the boredom of yesterday she was welcoming this new, naughty Spyro and the promise of many huts each with a soft bed, sturdy table or warm bath that she was free to ruin.

She caught up with him just as he was about to head through the portal. Dipping down low from behind she ran the length of her back along his underside before all but skipping the final few steps into the portal. Spyro jumped in after her without hesitation, his plans of taking his time throughout the day to squeeze in some well timed mating falling apart by the second as his own desires grew.

He landed just a step behind her, giving her enough time to turn to stare down her looming Dragon. Grinning ear to ear as she took a step towards him only for him to suddenly push her to the side, just in time for a beam of light to shoot past. It was clearly hot as it cracked the ground and could be felt at a distance. The owner of the beam was a well built Gnoc sporting a red mohawk and a metal backpack. The gun like device he had was already starting to glow again from energy when Spyro got close enough to incinerate him.

Now safe he returned to see if Marble was unharmed. This was not the first time Marble had almost been injured while they had been distracted by each other but it was his fault for not checking the entrance for ambushes. He sighed as the playful mood had been shattered, they had to the duty of making the place safe first and only then decide which corner of this World to stain.

Heading forward they reached the edge of the town, a small cluster of simpler huts and a path that leads to the town center. Marble was the one to give Spyro a tap this time, pointing to an odd looking Gnorc that seemed to be covered in armor like a walking turret. It was both a little humorous to see and worrying as guns or canons have thus far proved to be some of the hardest weapons for them to fight. Even so it was nothing a well planned attack could not overcome as they charged around the corner. Marble having a try first but her kick only did a dent at most. The turret turned to shoot but Spyro was there to knock it back, another dent but still no real damage done. Ignoring the Gnorcs annoyed remarks she decided to try a different approach, going high and striking the dome like helmet from above. At first there was a great ringing sound like a bell had been struck before the Gnorc fell over, poofing as they do into a cloud of dust and a gem.

"Good job, I was waiting for you to chime in" He managed to keep an overly wide grin for just a moment before letting out a laugh that left her groaning all the way to the gem.

With new knowledge on how to handle the Turret Gnorcs the clean up of the town edge continued fairly smoothly. With the rest of the gems soon rounded up they decided to see what kind of living space these smaller huts had and for the most part, it was like the guest hut they had been given but a little smaller. Not too interesting and the interruptions of earlier had ruined the frisky mood of the morning. Still, it was early and there was plenty of time for such fun later on.

Heading north they made it to the entrance wall that divided the edge from the center. Already they could see bigger temples and grander huts, houses even, looming in the distance. Even with the damage done by the Gnorcs she could see the grandeur of such a place. While it lacked the polished marble or giant crystal of other towns what it had was the finest, the location a perfect spot in the swamp, flowing clean water, albeit a bit green, that came both in hot or cold on tap. Elevated metal roadways allowed the Dragons to keep out of the mud and dirt as well, she could only imagine how polished and beautiful this place used to be. Filling her with determination they pressed on to find that the guess about the Gnorcs using the metal roads had been right. Hiding around the corner of a house they saw that the light beam gunners was providing backup for the otherwise lax electricity users, together forming an annoying wall where both the ground and sky is covered.

"Well I don't suppose you have any good ideas? I am stumped." Spyro stated as he sat leaning back against the wall.

"I am not sure, we need to target those lightning baton Gnorcs first for sure but the others mean that we can not get close quick enough..." She sat next to him in thought, putting what she knew of his world so far together before perking up. "Oh, hey how does electricity work? I know that fire burns from its heat but not how electricity can flow through objects, I Mean the Gnorcs are immune to it so there has to be a trick?" Spyro turned to look at her, wondering where she was going with this but it would help to know more as he began to describe what he knew about such things.

The electricity baton Gnorc, or Electro-Gnorcs as the pair decided to call them, stood listening to the fuzzy music that ran through the headphones he wore. Nodding his head to the rhythm he let a yawn from boredom.

"Guarding deez worlds are such a snooze, I Was in hope to fry a Dragon but no they all crystal now. Still, should not be much more than 14 nights now for the main Amarda to arrive. Then we can start really burning stuffs..." His thoughts to himself interrupted when he caught sight of a Sheep walking past the bottom of the metal road, it stopped to take a look at the electrified metal for a moment before heading back the way it came around a corner. An odd sight but he had wished it would have stepped on the platform, just to see how frizzy it would have gotten. His wish seemingly coming true however as it came back a few minutes later, this time stopping in front of it to have another look but then slowly raising a muddy leg up into the air. It was like slow motion as it brought a hoof down onto the electrified metal platform but... nothing happened. He stood shocked as it just gently walked up the small ramp before stopping. It looked him dead in the eyes for a moment before grinning wildly and sprinting off at impossible speeds to the right. Pulling the baton off the ground he could barely keep up with the demon Sheep, his laser gun toting back up having just as much issue as it ran past them before skidding to a stop. It just sat down and waved as they was left shocked and confused, just long enough for a purple Dragon to creep up behind them.

"I can not believe that worked." Spyro stated while he collected the gems.

"Hey it was your idea."

"I just told you that clay that has been heated and polished is immune to electricity, I Didn't expect you to make a pair of shoes and then hide them with mud."

"And half expected to get fried when I touched that stuff, it still kind of tingles..." Letting out a bit of a giggle as he gave her some head pats in celebration.

The rest of the elevated roadway continued just as smoothly as the Gnorcs never suspected a thing. The only interruption came when the ceramic boots she had made would eventually crack from the use, forcing them to work their way back to the clay mud to reforge a new pair. Far from difficult but it did eat up a lot of the day and only serves to cover them more and more in the mud that they was hoping to be free of.

Finally with the last of the roadway cleared she sat on the edge of the elevated path looking out over the town, many of the buildings was just houses based on the design but others seemed to be more special. Interrupting her thoughts was Spyro giving her a shout from the doorway of one such building, different in a lot of ways to others nearby in both scale and the amount of stone that reinforced the otherwide wooden base. Hopping down and heading over what she found was amazing, the inside was much bigger than she expected with a giant stone like bath in the center. There was a fire for cooking, storage pots with all kind of scented things.

"What is this?" She asked heading inside while Spyro making sure to lock the door behind her.

"It is a bathhouse... literally, a big meeting place to soak, eat and relax out of the mud." He explained before tracing a hand along her side. "And since we have some time to ourselves I thought we could have a private bathing." He lifted her chin up to look at him, seeing such a happy expression staring back he could not but go in for a quick embrace of lips. Brief however as he had to go turn the fire crystals under the bath on, allowing for some nearly instant hot spring style water. Marble on the other hand was looking through several of the storage pots, there was oils for everything from muscle relaxing to energy boosting, salts for the water to set different moods. A bit of this to help ease the 'swamp heat' that has been affecting her, a bit of that for relaxation oh, and a touch of those to really get the fun going. The water changed color a few times as she mixed her concoction together, in the end the water had this fruity but almost spicy smell to it that already made her unwind.

Spyro could not help but comment on the interesting mix as well but instead of jumping in headed to a stone lined corner, waving for her to follow. She did in her curiosity only to be surprised when he hit a lever on the wall causing it to rain in doors!

"We do not want to make all that lovely water dirty now do we?" As he swished some mud off his hand to drain away. She was amazed and agreed with his logic as she stood under the lukewarm water raining down from above. It was not long for him to surprise her for a second time, this time with oiled hands to clean her more personally. Slick fingers ran over her firmly, digging deep into the wool as he unwound knots in her shoulders, gentle touches tickling her belly as he left not an inch of her untouched.

With bodies now cleaned he pulled away suddenly, giving her a quick but playful swat on the rump with his tail to break her out of her daydreams as he jumped into the main pool. He always loved that soft bleat she let out when she loses herself, the way she would get all flustered from it as if blurting out a secret better left unsaid.

Whipping around to find the culprit casually sitting in the pool she could not help but break out a grin even as she shook her head at his behavior. With only the faint click of hooves on the stone floor betraying her stealth she attempted to jump in after him. Her attempt foiled as he plucked her out the air to bring into a tight hug like a giant teddy bear. Not wanting to bring her into a huff however he was quick to let go, dropping her into the water with a splash. She popped her head out only a moment later but instead of getting mad found herself wrapped up in the soothing feeling of the water. She found herself stretching out, a mewl of enjoyment let slip as she sat neck deep into the increasingly hot water.

Opening her eyes just a crack she found Spyro was doing the same, leaning back against the rocky edge of the pool in bliss. Happy she had found the right mix of things to make this happen but there was plenty more to do. No more interruptions.

Spyro was lost to his own world. The warmth sank deep into him as it removed all kinds of stress that he did not even know he had. Too preoccupied to hear the faint splashing of something walking towards him. It was only as Marble sat on his lap and held herself to him that he was brought back to reality. He went to talk but she placed a hoof gently on his lips to quiet him, no more words. Moving it to the side she moved the other to match and pressed her muzzle to his hard, no more games. Hands moved to hold her sides, feeling the softness of her wool was all he needed but it was too slow as she removed her hooves from his head to place them on his hands. Pushing them down. He could feel her grin against him as he slid his hand under her wagging tail.

The water grew hotter, the room filling with steam as only the sound of lips embracing each other could be heard. He dug his fingers a little bit deeper as he withdrew his tongue from her throat, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Only a moment, as he withdrew his hand to give her something else to stuck on while his other hand gently gripped her rear. Lifting her into place was easy, the only hesitation came from his own indulgence in feeling her rubbing so sweetly against him.

Spyro forgot that she was the one in control here however as she gave him no time to indulge himself further. Pushing herself downwards with force served to surprise him she was impaled onto him, electing a delightful groan from him that she rarely hears. She spat his hand out of her mouth, gritting her teeth as she threw herself onto to him. To be on top was such a change but a welcome one as she could control the pace, even if Spyro did provide two strong hands in helping her movements. Making waves now he had to grip the side of the pool as to not slip but she did not let up, drooling onto his chest as she felt inch of him fill her to the fullest.

All he could do was sit there bracing himself against her relentless assault, breathing deep the scent of spiced water and heated sex while she moaned a chorus of pleasures. Eventually she slowed, needing a respite but not willing to let him rest as she pushed his knot inside of herself to enjoy. Too much for the young Dragon as his vision of her turned white but even as he sat shuddering against her heated touch his strength did not falter. Grinding into her with promises of many more goes even as she approached her own first leap over the edge.

There they sat for the first mating of the night, lost to everything but each other's bodies as they would go on to explore every inch of each other in the weightlessness of the pale pool. For this one night nothing else mattered but how long, how sweetly, they could make each other sing the other's name.

Marble woke to find herself still on top of Spyro, both of them lying across from a burned out fire. A sweetness even now lingered in the air from the large pool of water that was across the room, her body as loose as jelly with not an ounce of stress in it. She yawned, sitting up on his belly as she recalled the hours of mating they had done. Perhaps the mixture was a little too strong but at least it also meant there was not even the faintest ache come morning.

Even as the soft scales of his underside rubbed against her rear she found for once that she was not suffering from the swamp heat that had been plaguing her for days. Finally waking up dry and tidy instead of drooling like some hungry beast needing a nice thick bit of meat. She let out a groan at her own lurid references before hopping off him to go refresh herself. The water was not as chilled as she had hoped as she placed the bowl down to drink from, only a small downside that comes from sleeping in a bathhouse she supposed.

Stretching out Marble had a look around the dim room. A fire long burned out, far too tricky to light compared to Spyro's fire breath, the pool still seasoned from yesterday but they could not spend all day here. Lastly was Spyro still sleeping soundly on his back, cute in his own way as she walked over to take her place back on his belly. He was warm with a bit of give to his firmness but nowhere near as soft as a bed would be. Sighing the young Sheep wondered what to do, it was too late to fall asleep again and Spyro was still sleeping soundly. She started to trace the scales along his underside when her curiosity started up, she had always wondered a few things about him that did not match the other dragons. His teeth, claws, horns, and of course belly scales was all a rich gold while the rest of him was as striking purple. Every other Dragon either had more dull colours or the same theme of colours, none was as strongly purple either. As her eyes scanned him lower and lower she found herself staring at a particular spot, as plain and bare as any other spot but because of which stood out. Taking a look back to see him still snoring softly she inched a little closer to his legs, curious on how Dragon anatomy works. It must be a defense thing surely she thought to herself as she sought out to find that very subtle parting in scales that led to his most private areas. Why else would it retreat inside him when not in use...

She found herself becoming increasingly nervous despite the long list of things they have done with each other so far but gently pressed on in her need for knowledge. Parting the scales she found that he looked reminiscent of a female like this but his scent was far more stronger, deep and musky.

"I wonder if Dragons ever confuse each other's gender..." She whispered out loud before wondering if all these Dragons was actually male, what does a female Dragon even look like? No horns like that of rams and Sheeps or something far more subtle? Spyro eventually woke up to the gentle nuzzling and rubbing of her exploring, wondering what she was up too decided to return the favor. Giving her a nice slow lick straight across the rear that caused her to nearly jump a foot into the air in surprise.

"Well good morning to you, I did not think you would be up for more so soon~" He spoke casually even as he continued to rub her with his snout.

"What no, I was just...ehm never mind." Falling off him she tried to wobble away in panic in doing so only caused him to grin maniacally at how flustered she had gotten. Yawning he got up as well. With another Flight world on the list to do they would need to get a good head start just incase the Gnorcs had something even more crazy than the planes of last time.

Thankfully the metal roads did mean that the walk back to the Realm hub was mud free for once, the air still fresh and cool from the night as well. Just outside the portal gate to the next World however they stopped to come up with a plan. Her lack of flying meant that she had to rely on him to get around but it also meant she could help out with any fighting. With not many options they decided to go with the flow and see what they are up against since last time all she had to do was ride a train around to help. A fact he still finds funny.

They landed on a tiny island in the middle of a cove. Refreshing blue water lapping gently against the rocky walls that encircled them. Spyro immediately noticed something was up as metal reinforcements and other such technology had been built onto the rocky walls in select spots. Gnorcs had never tried to build anything in these worlds, never any barricades or defenses other than guard patrols but here? They was clearly building something.

The pair ducked down low to the grass at the sound of a machine coming closer. Catching sight it seemed to be a small one Gnorc scout boat, making a patrol around the area before heading back into the tunnel from which it came.

"Well this is new. Hop on my back and lets go see what they are up to." He said extending his wings as she climbed on. A few powerful wing beats was all that was needed to get them heading along a metal lined tunnel. It opened up into another cove, slightly bigger than the entrance, where several purple crystals lined the edges of the mossy walls. More technology studded into places but here there was also some wooden paths built into the cliffs, they was setting up a base to mine the crystals?

Landing on a small grassy island to hide from another patrol boat there was only one more cove to check but before then there was a number of anti-magic arches and enchanted store chests to clear. The arches was easy since Spyro had to only fly through with fire to demolish them while the chests did require breaking the magic locks and moving the gems to their own chest. All very time consuming...

"Hey, wait here a minute." Marble suddenly spoke up, signalling for him to stay low just as the whirr of a patrol boat could be heard approaching. Marble waited only a moment for it to start looping the island for her to suddenly jump off with speed into the boat below, the sounds of chaos surprising him further but even so he obeyed her wishes.

"All good, come on down!" She shouted up to him. Poking his head over the edge he found not a Gnorc in sight while she sat in the middle of the wooden vehicle happily. Jumping down to meet her his curiosity about what she was up to got answered. Flipping a lever, pulling a cord and holding the bar that jutted out from the engine in the back allowed her to control the speed and direction of the boat.

"And where did you learn this from?" Amazement in his voice as he looked on at her in wonder.

"I watched how they was driving it, ifIcan learn how to do magic then this is nothing." Marble replied while grinning happily to him.

"Great...you do know how to stop right?"

"...Ye... Just have to turn the thing the other way I think."

"Very reassuring. You get some practise while I grab those chests." He stated with a mocking tone in his voice before launching himself off the boat. Pulling tongues at him in silent reply she did follow his advice however, learning how this thing drifts and skips around the water did make it a bit unpredictable. Spyro was not helping as well as he would grab a chest and drop it into the boat from on high, adding weight and rocking it quite a bit it but it did mean they could sort all of these quicker.

With some practise now done she came to a stop just as Spyro flew over head. Dropping the last chest down before landing gently himself. It only took a minute for him to crack each chest like a giant egg, pouring the gems into his own before throwing the remnants into the water. Once done he stretched and sat down at the front of the boat while she started up the engine again, heading off towards the tunnel that led to the main cove. Approaching it they quickly noticed that instead of being a dark flooded cave it was instead covered in metal panels while dim yellow lights buzzed away on the walls. There was tension in the strangely warm air as they travelled along this unnatural corridor, the buzzing and faint whirring of unknown technology echoing faintly off in the distance was nothing short of unnerving.

Finally they reached the end of the tunnel and with daylight blinding them they arrived into the main cove. It was nothing like the giant geode it was supposed to be as it was now turned into a giant angular harbour of sorts. Boats and planes took off and landed while great furnaces and buzzing machines was studded into every wall.

Acting quickly Marble drove into a small hidden nook beside the tunnel as to not be caught. After working out how exactly to turn the engine off she went to ask Spyro what his ideas for all this was only to find him looking very amused at something. Turning to her with a confident grin she could only worry about what exactly he had just come up with, doubly so when he walked over to start explaining things.

Only minutes later and she sat thinking over his plans. It was simple but hopefully effective as they would split up, Spyro would take care of the planes as they passed through the tunnels while Marble would take care of the weaponless patrol boats. Nodding in agreement that it could work he interrupted her ponderings with a peck goodbye before launching off into the sky. Leaving her to watch him sail off through the air with a hoof holding the spot he had touched. Sighing as more daydreams of living together with him overtook just long enough for a patrol boat to go speeding past.

Jumping to attention from the noise she took a few breaths to focus. He had left her to sort things on her skills instead of assisting him so she had to make sure to do it right. Jumping into the water as to not alert the Gnorcs with the boat she headed to the dry area of the harbor.

"I just gotta do like he does, be quick, improvise, never get cornered..." Going down the list of how he did things only proved to remind her how often he would win with brute power. Not something she could keep up with but where he had strength she had speed, and a bit more planning.

As quietly as she could Marble pulled herself out of the water. Shaking off the water before sneaking to a crate where she could scope out what she had to work with. There was a hangar way up high where the planes would come from while far down below was several doors that opened up to send out new boats. All around was various builder and engineer Gnorcs too. The cove's once round shape now turned square from the changes but leafy vines and other plants still hanged down from the grass trimmed hole in the roof. The buildings here was truly fascinating as well, an unknown metal alloy made up all of it as they built in simple shapes. Boxes both long and short all fit together to form some impressively strong walls while the buzzing lights provided light and...warmth? This cove was indeed warmer than the others so it must be the technology all around them she concluded.

Suddenly the wall just past the crate opened up to reveal a room with a Gnorc walking casually out, causing Marble to quickly duck low down to not be spotted. Being careful she saw that the Gnorc walked to the other end of the docks and went inside another wall that opened up. It was doors, very subtle self opening doors that was made of the same metal as the buildings.

"Hmm who knows how many are inside. I need to not alert them all...well...Acting like a Sheep has worked so far so it should work again." Thinking to herself as she casually started to walk towards where the wall had opened up. "I mean a Sheep is normal to see around here, just a Sheep...in a cove...where all nature had been removed..." She sighed.

Luckily the doors did not know friend from foe making for an easy entrance. Inside was a storage room of sorts where metals, crates, wood, strange stinking oils and more could be found. Sneaking along she took note of anything interesting but with no way to carry such things she would have to return later to loot. Another surprise as a pair of double doors in the back of the room opened, this time a pair of Gnorcs. Thinking quick but caught in the open she headed to the side of the room to chew on a vine that had found its way inside from a hole in the roof, hoping that they would think her just a passing animal.

They could be heard talking about all kinds of random and strange things while they moved ever closer to the other side but just as she thought she was in the clear they stopped.

"Ay Knock iz dat one of those Rams?" Her heart sunk.

"Neh it iz a...eh, ehm, Sheeps. Dumb things but very fatty meat." This time she let out a snort but hearing them come closer however made her nervous.

"Never seens one up close, what does it do?"

"Eat, likes I said very fatty meat."

"I not like fat. Looks soft... smells like root dust?" A bead of sweat ran down her brow.

"It do, must be a rare cave Sheeps... Quick help with crate." The taller Gnorc suddenly stated as he grabbed the other end of a large box. With some effort the pair moved it to her side that was out in the open before sitting on top. All but hiding her when the far doors opened and a dozen Gnorcs came marching out.

"Good thinks. I hate to share." The shorter Gnorc whispered.

"I tolds you Spanner,Iam real smarts."

"Its an odd thing the Sheeps. What does we do?"

"Fatty cave Sheeps? Could keeps as pet, like the Desert Chewers do." The taller gnorc, Knock, explained. The shorter one, Spanner, sat thinking for a moment.

"Sounds fun... Heys, Knock, are Sheeps black with white or white with black?"

Marble stood only half listening pretending to chew on the vine as the pair whispered to each other while the dozens of Gnorcs finished doing whatever they was banging around with and started to leave.

"Alrights, I raise you 10 Nush if Black." The tall one spoke again.

"Deals!" The shorter one shouted as they both hopped off the crate and moved it to the

side. The odd pair approached like kids at a petting zoo. The shorter one petting her on the back while the other bent down to look at her back hooves. With all the Gnorcs gone she got ready to surprise the pair when suddenly she felt a hand on her lower back. Her eyes wide as the tall Gnorc yanked her tail up, a cheery "I told yous, iz black, 10 Nush and I get first tangle" exclaimed just as a magic powered hoof sent him flying through the metal wall.

A few minutes of pleasant stress relief later as the two Gnorcs was powderized and the machines around the room smashed Marble stormed off to the far doors.

"Stupid Gnorcs... grubby hands... tangles, who calls it a tangle?" At this she noticed that she had never once seen a female Gnorc. "Does that mean that all the females are tied up in some cave somewhere or...do they not have any? Ehck I need a long bath after this."

The room they came out of confused her. It was small, with nothing inside, and barely enough room for all those Gnorcs but more importantly there was no way out other than the doors. Just as she was wondering about the secrets of such a room it decided to show her instead by moving quickly upwards. Her mind clicked the pieces into place, it was built to lift things up quickly instead of stairs. Very fancy. Amazement quickly went south however as she realized that a Gnorc must have called it up so he could use it.

Her guess proved correct as the doors opened up to a lone Gnorc that was quickly sent flying. This room seemed to be where the planes was being fixed as several bits and shells of such could be seen all around with just as many Gnorcs working on them. They lacked weapons and for now was completely unaware of the Sheep stalking them from behind some junk, a perfect time to strike as she lept out.

The next five minutes was nothing short of cathartic, if a bit short. The lack of windows helped to keep things quiet even if the joy of throwing Gnorcs through them was missed. With the plane workshop now shut down she headed back down the lift, past the face imprint left in the storage room, and back out onto the docks. All attempts at stealth long forgotten as she ran to the other set of doors. Running over one Gnorc who was leaving and drop kicking another straight into a wall. The rest was hardly a challenge and with none left to interrupt she decided to just relax for a bit. It would not be long for the boats to come back one by one for refueling after all.

A few hours later and Spyro was flying on his way back from fighting the planes. Each one was painfully easy since the coves and tunnels made ambushes far too effective. Entering into the main cove once again he found Marble on the docks, sitting in the sun with a huge pile of gems near by while ruined boats littered the water.

"I hope you did not have too much trouble." Speaking softly as he landed next to the sun bathing Sheep.

"...Not an issue at all, tiring though." Deciding not to mention the overly friendly Gnorcs in the storage bay. "Want to find a nice sunny spot for a bit? All this metal and buzzing is hardly comfy." She said while standing and stretching.

He could only nod in agreement at how weary she looked but nothing some fresh air and cold water could not fix. Giving her a hand he lifted her onto his back before heading off for a nice little spot he had found on his plane hunting.

It was picturesque of a location. A small cozy island in front of a lovely waterfall while the sun beams down from above. All the Gnorc metal a distant memory as the sound of the rushing water helped to soothe. A quick splash in the water proved to be a welcome change to the muck of the swamp as well, and as expected helped to perk her up a bit. The sun was still high and while they debated heading back to the hut or heading over to another world for now they was more than content to spend some time unwinding. At first it was just sunbathing but as time went on they ended up inching closer and closer till they was cuddling, from there it was not long till he was running his hands through her wool.

Wanting to be the one to start the fun this time however Marble ducked under him, tracing her tongue along his underside she found a parting and striking a bit deeper. He gasped. Not used to be the other end of this act as she was copying his own moves, often involving many deep licks, and it was not at all slow. He also lacked some of the fun spots that a female did but that would not mean anything soon as the more aroused he got the more he would slip out of the fold, and directly into her mouth.

While enjoyable her position meant he could not return the favor and on a day as nice it is that simply would not do. A simple matter to roll her over but as he did he ended up lost in her wanting eyes. Tracing the soft curves of her face with his hand, the black velvet skin always so perfectly framed with the alabaster wool, every day she seemed to become even more polished of a gem. Definitely more than ready as well. There was little in the world that could compare to that first push, that first moment of conjoining while gazes was locked in a deep wanting for the very being of each other.

It was not lust full this meeting no, it was slow, gentle, an act purely of making love that left them locked into a comfy embrace. The sun ticked on as it began to wane, the very passing of time lost as they drank in the small details. The scents, the tastes, hot breaths exchanged in passing of lips.

Even the most sweetest of fruits turn sour and no matter long they may wished for this moment to be timeless it indeed caught up to them eventually, but even so, the finish of this most loving acts was one of grace. No explosion of senses that rocks them to the core but rather a blissful end, one that drains all energy and leaves them only fit only to meet again in the sweet embrace of sleep.

Marble was excited. For today was the day. The day Marble had been waiting for. For today they was going to be clearing out Treetops, an aptly named World set in the highest heights of mighty ancient trees. To get around was a system of super speed ramps that would launch you across the air with ease, to fly free over the swamp instead of crawling through the mud was indeed exciting for the young ewe. A fact that Spyro was aware off as she had come bouncing in at the crack of dawn to wake him up. He had barely enough time for breakfast and a bath before she was prancing out of the door in excitement but he had expected this. Her love of the speed ramps was quite known to him plus the act of flying, even if for just a moment, was a type of freedom that you do not get to enjoy every day.

Her bubbly excitement eventually turned more serious on the trip over to the portal, ever reminding herself that fun has to come second to the various heroic duties that they have to complete. It did not stop her from all but jumping carelessly through the portal however.

She touched down on the wooden balcony of what at first she thought was a wooden castle but no, it was in fact a beautifully carved giant tree. Painted, bent and hollowed to the point where she could not tell where the construction began and the tree ended. Walking forward into the hollow of the tree she was amazed, it was like some grand room complete with two fireplaces that flickered with oddly green tinged fire. The wood beneath her was surprisingly dry, not just mud free but no moss either, while there was also this slight warmth to the wood that only added to her wonderment.

"Amazing right?" Spyro spoke as he entered the room behind her. "To bend stone and metal is one thing but to bend living wood is another." He went to speak again but she had already started to prance off in her amazement. Sighing he followed, surprised at just how quick she could move when she puts her mind to it. When he had caught up to her again she was standing on top of the tree where no branches or such things could be seen, instead there was grass and several runed stones standing a circle. She traced her hoof along one such rune before turning to look around. Mighty trees stood like towers all around but each one was withered, branchless. Her questioning face was too much for him to ignore in the end as he took a breath.

"A long time ago the swamp was once the most purest of forests, a place of Fay of all kinds." Walking over he placed a hand on the runed stone along side her. "A great corruption started to spread across the land and helpless the Fay called upon the Dragons and Elementals both to help but..." He sighed. "We could not stop it. In the end all we could do was flood the ground with salt water, burn the trees that had fell to the corruption and carve runes of immunity into the ones that survived. Most of the Fay still can not forgive us for that failure you know but even still in atonement we try, decade after decade, to restore this forest." He turned to look at her. "Three thousand, five hundred and forty two trees once stood here, now there is 31."

Her eyes lit up. Taking a step back she looked from tree to tree in disbelief. Each one was titanic in size, if laid on it's side it would take her hours to walk from one end to another and these ones was withered! It would take more days than she could ever imagine to even grow one of these and they was trying to restore thousands?

"What about the Elementals? Couldn't they help?" Marble asked.

"Most likely but they disappeared so long ago that not even the remaining Dragons remember why or how. Even the Dream Weavers have not managed to find them."

Lost in thought she walked around the circle of stones for a minute. Curious to what else was out there she turned to head along the nearby bridge only for Spyro grab her at the last second by the tail, although she did manage to hold the bleat back this time.

"Whoa there, no need to rush and I was wondering if you could help me out first as well...you kind of ran off this morning before I could say anything." He seemed almost embarrassed at his own request but she understood how hard it was for him to ask sometimes.

With a nod she told him to lean on one of the nearby stone pillars. Curious to her motives he did as he was told. Standin up onto his hind legs she could tell that there was no need for any warm ups here and so while licking her lips she headed over to him, all the while enjoying the look of how needy he was.

She prefered this alternate to the other, less work to get it ready and far more fun to start, she thought to herself while running her tongue across him. Comfortable groans spurring her on a little further as she took her time exploring his underside, in truth a Dragon does not much taste to them while the scent at least does have this unique almost spice. Deciding that her musings had gone on long enough she ran her tongue along him just once before pulling him into her mouth. Not wanting to damage the stone he turned around to lean his back on it instead, giving him a bit of room to hold her head as well. She had quite the talent at this that he cursed not taking more advantage off.

There was a trick to this, like painting, that could drive anyone mad with pleasure. Long strokes with the tongue, quick flicks in just the right place and holding back at the right time to create some contrast in sensations. All too easy to over complicate, all too easy to not do enough but find the balance and you could draw out the very life of your partner and mold it into something so heated that he would come crawling back. Smiling around him at her thoughts proved to be a little too much however as she completely lost track at close he was. Quick to remind her as he pushed her close, lips teasing the knot for just a second, before giving her a long drink of hot seed. Even that hardly phased her anymore as she suckled gently on his milk for a moment but as he came to end she found him still hard. Painfully so as he took to the offensive with a thrust deep into her drooling maw, her artistic skills cast aside for a more animalistic approach. A twisted reversal of mounting only possible with trust and care as he slid between thankfully dull teeth to find the hot silk of her throat. Her eyes hazy with the feeling of his rough underside scraping along her tongue, nose buried so deep into his crotch, she loved it.

A second dose of Dragon essence came quick enough as she drooled around him affectionately. Lips pressed firmly to him as a clawed hand held her gently, tail twitching at the second release so soon. This time he let her pull out, mouth nothing short of a mess but before she could do anything about it she noticed his hand still stayed where it was, that and he was still very much ready to go again. Looking up to see him giving her a Sheepish smile she could not help but to smile back, it felt nice to be the center of his attentions.

"My turn this time?" Marble stated almost sarcastically before continuing her work. A light peppering of kisses just to let him know she cared before she brought the tip back into her warm embrace and then, with all grace cast to the wind, took him entirely with one movement. Hooves places on his hips for stability, the act could not be called anything other than fucking, hard and raw as she would kiss his knot over and over while sucking him mercilessly. If he needed more than that is exactly what she would give, over and over until either her jaw stopped working or his legs did. A promise that with a young Dragon could go either way indeed but if he still needed more than she had plenty of other options. The frontlines was her panting mouth and she was damn determined to hold him with just that.

Under her oral assault Spyro could not hold on for so long but as he found himself getting ever closer she only increased the pressure. Lucky there was nothing around to hear them for the deep lustful growls of a Dragon combined with the sharp smacks and slurps of a Sheep doing the most private of dances was hardly subtle. It was also increasingly hard to hold on and as she felt his grip tighten just that little bit more she pushed forward hard, knotting herself. Spyro lost it completely and while Marble was surprised he had just as much to give as the first time she was sure that this time he would have had his fill of her. She was wrong. Looking down to her leaking his cum around the knot lodged in her mouth he could only say.

"Come on, one... two more times?"

With only a muffled but agreeing response being all she could get out she made a mental note to make sure not to skip any morning pleasures as his needs only seem to snowball out of control with time.

The next hour all but flew by and while Spyro was so kind to return the favor by the end he could only lie on the grass as Marble went to make herself more presentable to the adventure at hand. Post sex guilt pulling on him a bit as he maybe went overboard with face fucking her nearly a half dozen times in a row but then again, it was her choice of how to do it. Standing up to find himself delightfully... drained of frustrations he made a note to himself to do something nice for her to make up. With sore legs he went to see how she was doing. Pretty good by the looks of it as she was sitting near a water pool washing out her mouth for the second time, chewing a bit of mint to keep things fresh but also taking the time to dab a bit of cinnamon dust here or putting a drop of something there. He had never noticed how far she went to keep herself pristine. He hugged her from behind just as she was standing up, a nuzzle that made her giggle out loud, Marble was his most cherished treasure and even now he loved to remind himself of that.

With energy burned off and heads now clear they continued along the way. Just past the stones was a now half broken bridge, easy enough to glide over, that led to the top of the supercharge ramp. From here they could speed down and long all the wooden paths of the tree tops. Wooden pathways acted like roadways that snaked along the trees as well as ramps that would send them flying over from one spot to another.

Making sure to stick close he followed her along her high speed tour. Past stone circles and great stumps alike they travelled deeper into the ruined tree line where the path started to twist and dip more wildly. Pulling up beside her and giving her a telling nod over to himself she jumped onto his back just as the path cut short, sending him gliding over to a broken tree. Even this place was not untouched by the damage of the Gnorcs it seemed... but at the same time it dawned on them both that they had not yet seen a single creature. Not Gnorc or critter, nothing.

"Not many Gnorcs about, maybe they moved on?" Spyro's attempts to lighten the mood not doing much.

"I hope so." She replied, unable to shake the feeling that they was being watched.

Heading inside a tunnel that ran through one mighty tree they found not a patrol or an ambush but instead a room with a store of gems lit almost eerily by a green fireplace. With Spyro keeping watch Marble packed them up but no interruptions came, not even the wind seemed to be blowing past now. Mind wandering for a moment he stepped just outside the tunnel onto the balcony they arrived, looking all around at the maze of wooden roads attached to the nearby trees. He had expected something here, birds maybe or insects, just something that would be going about it's day but no. Shaking his head he returned inside, finding Marble to be almost done with the gems but looking a little worried herself.

"Spyro, there is Gnorc dust on some of these, in fact this might be all the Gnorcs that used to be here..." She spoke quietly to him. He barely turned to look at her, definitely not liking the sound of any of this.

Stepping outside to find not a single sound could be heard other than the click of claw and hoof on the wood they walked Spyro sighed, having had enough of whatever was going on here. Even still he let her go down the next ramp, determined to at least have her some fun with her speed ramps. The next part of the path was thankfully undamaged and the torches burning a pale orange did help to light the way even if they did wonder who lit them and when. If it was not for the deafening silence this would have been a great break away from the mud below, just an enjoyable afternoon of racing about. Now it is nothing more than a tense sprint across a ghost town as they wait for something to jump out at them, only then for something to not happen and make things even more tense.

Finally they arrived at the second stop along the way, a circle of stone pillars much like the first but directly embedded into the stumped top of one tree instead of grass. Marble took some interest as she worked to piece together what all these stones did, all very interesting as she sat to rest for a moment. Meanwhile Spyro went to look around the area for a bit, mostly to see if there was anything around. Finding some stairs near the edge he followed them down the side of the tree for just a moment before turning into a room. Lacking any torches it was dark and to his surprise he actually heard something. A quiet noise like something shuffling about. Curious he lit a small flame with his breath to find a rather ugly looking monkey like creature sitting in a pile of bananas. Surprised he could only stand staring while the creature turned slowly around, time seemingly slowing as they looked at each other, before it let out an ungodly shriek and ran off into the dark with unbelievable speed. Shocked he stood for a moment more before coming back to his senses and quickly exiting the room.

He had no idea what that thing was but it was small, quick as lightning and surely just as dangerous. Grabbing Marble he hit the charge ramp sprinting as he headed straight to the exit of this world. She could see his fear but he refused to explain anything more than he needed to. Clearly in danger of something she sat up on his back and turned around to keep watch, the last thing they needed was an ambush after all.

Following the twisting wooden roadways across the barren tree line Spyro noticed something, the torches that was lit was leading him to the exit while the unlit ones seemed to have been extinguished recently. Now surely a trap would have been using the opposite set up unless the Gnorcs had done this before they was killed... something did not sit well with Spyro at all. Gnorcs was easy to deal with, they lacked planning and skill but an unknown race of creatures that have so far been able to remove every Gnorc in an area while staying out of sight and sound was terrifying. Sighing he picked up the pace.

Much to his annoyance they arrived at the grass exit of the World, a crystallized dragon stood in a small hut nearby while the rest of the gems had been piled up for some reason. With not a lot of choice on what to do Marble went to sort the gems while Spyro entered the hut for the Dragon in hope to find some answers to all this.

"Oh hello young one, nice to see that not all Dragons was trapped." Isaak spoke, more softly than most.

"I ehm got lucky. Anyway, do you know of those strange monkey like things or why this place is so silent? It is creeping me right out."

"Oh you mean those?" To this he pointed out of the open door of the hunt, following his direction Spyro stood amazed at the sight of dozens if not hundreds of monkey like beasts hanging off the nearby tree. All of which staring at them.

"They are quite harmless my boy, we are not sure what exactly they are either but unless you damage the trees they leave us alone...." He trailed off as he caught sight of the Sheep sorting and collecting gems into a big treasure chest. "A friend of yours?"

"Oh eh ye, long story but she's a great help." Spyro answered rubbing his neck.

Gems done, Dragons done, no Gnorcs for once. Overall a pretty good day even if it was spent worrying about nothing. It was still early as well when they touched back down in the Beast Makers hub, plenty of time to spend doing whatever they wished and right now Marble wished to be back at the guest house. Thankfully the boat ride back was fairly short.

It was the first time in a long time where they had not just the night but the entire afternoon to themselves as well as not having to camp out. Spyro headed straight to the bath in the corner to get it all heated for later while Marble was lured to the fireplace for food, the concept of eating whenever she wanted proving too tempting after all. A bit of a shame they only had a limited kitchen however as something sweet and baked would have been far more fitting.

Lost to her musings she did not hear her Dragon lover sit down behind her and only noticing when he wrapped his arms around her. Turning her head upwards to look at him proved to fall into his trap as well as he met her halfway. It was moments like these Spyro loved. The sound of a fire crackling nearby, the sweet scent of fine foods and best of all is the soft warmth of Marble pressed on him.

"So I was thinking of making up a whole pot of honied bits and spending the next bunch of hours getting real sticky with you in the bath. What do you think?" Breaking the embrace of lips but still nuzzling her muzzle.

"I think that sounds lovely but I hope you not trying to make honey mutton are you dear?" Words just a whisper now.

"Hmm maybe, how about I see how lamb tastes with all the sauces we own." To make his point he both licked his own lips and gave hers a taste too, causing her to giggle cutely. Nothing more needed to be said.

There is something truly special about waking up face down in that wet spot on the bed but nothing will compare to when you realize that wet spot is in fact the person you slept with last night. Pulling her face of his belly to find it half stuck to him with either honey or something equally sticky was interesting as well. Marble let out a yawn and looked around the room, bed was trashed but at least it lasted till the last day, Spyro was covered in food remnants much like her own self and as she slid a hoof between her legs she found that he was enjoying lamb last night with... barbeque sauce and fruit jelly?

Pulling herself of him with a slurp she could only follow the trail of confections, meat crumbs and other bits that she had long forgot about to the living room. A sigh, tinged both with amazement and annoyance as this mess was nothing short of legendary but cleaning it was going to prove an even greater task. For now, she needed a bath.

Still a bit of warmth from last night but not at all hot, if anything that was for the best as she needed to wake up. Laying down in the shallows Marble could only be amazed at how full she felt as never before had she woken up feeling like she just ate a double breakfast. Compared to waking up starving and having nothing but grass to eat it was a much more comfortable feeling as well. With the long task of scrubbing all this mess out of her wool it gave her mind time to wander, looking around at the trashed but once comfortable room she could not help but think back at how only a few weeks ago she was living in a field. Now she was moving on up, it would not be much longer before Gnasty is defeated and she could go on to living a nice life in a realm of her choosing.

"Hmm Artisans would be great to live in, Magic Crafters has that nice boost though and I have not yet even seen Dream Weavers yet..." She muttered to herself. "But of course it would be Spyro's choice too...i-if he wanted to live with me." Blushing she shook her head.

"Morning Marbles" Speaking of which Spyro was proving to have perfect timing as normal, walking in just as she was daydreaming of him. Heading over to the bath to stoke the heating crystals he could not help but crack a grin as she pretended to ignore him, fully aware of her musings. Quickly joining her with a splash he left her to her day dreams for now as he too was covered in various messes.

In truth he had been thinking a lot recently as well. Tomorrow they would be leaving this Realm to head to the Dream Weavers, an interesting place no doubt but after that is Gnasty and then? That question had been on his mind for a while. Long enough that he had started to come up with several plans for the future, depending on what Marble's answer to some questions will be. For now he stood in the warm water gently scrubbing himself as he tried to focus on today, namely the next general.

"Have you heard?" He started, turning to face her. "That the next General 'Metalhead' is actually a living machine?"

"I had heard rumors but I could not imagine the Gnorcs being smart enough to build one..." Her tone was so straightforward that he could not end up bursting into laughter, causing her to giggle softly to herself as well.

Marble turned away in fake concentration to hide her face.

"I really like our mornings together" She began. "Waking up with the memories of the night before, the time spent in the bath...or bed. The fact I even get to sleep in a bed still amazes me too..." She trailed off eventually as the embarrassment of the situation got the better of her but Spyro was quick to notice. Moving to her side in a second his hug snapped her out of her mutterings and when she turned to find his comforting face looking back at her helped to relax her too. Some minutes of mutual scrubbing and gentle cuddling later, as well as a good 15 minutes more to her get all nice and pristine, and they was ready to get on their way. The boat ride being the only boring moment and unfortunately Spyro did not decide to surprise her with anything, instead another surprise came when they touched down.

"Daaarlings!" Bruno. The ever eccentric leader of the Beast Makers. "Just want to let you lovelies know that we are throwing a huuuuge farewell/celebration party when you get back from your every valiant mission." Taking a moment to salute almost comically. "And before you ask, we have the utmost faith that you will succeed, that giant robot I hear can not even leave it's home or it loses power! So do give him a good polishing for me darlings."

"W-will do Bruno, thanks for the ehm faith." She said slowly continuing to walk away. Torn between not wanting to be rude and not wanting to be stuck talking to this strange Dragon for too long. He seemed to understand however as he simply gave them a waving motion to get going.

Heading down to the portal they could already see Dragons starting to set up several tents and platforms. Marble noticed as well that the ground was solid and dry for once too. No longer the soft grass and loose mud but instead it was like that of rock, looking around she found a pair throwing something like salt all over. Not wanting to interrupt she walked on but was ecstatic that the Dragons actually did have a method for sorting all the mud. The wooden skeletons of tents and other buildings had only just started to be raised, in the industrious bustle would soon come a wondrous place of rest and fun but alas she could not stay to help.

At the base of the giant temple stood the portal to Metalhead. The metal monster had taken up his spot in a somewhat holy place of the swamp, where life magic runs deep within grand temples. Why a machine of all things would choose this place to fortify out of any of the other locations is beyond reason, much like how the Gnorcs think.

The entrance was amazingly plain for what the temple represented. A small wooden dock of sorts that led up to the first huge stone walls, painted and covered in vines. A modest archway gave way to a shaded courtyard under the grey sky. The air was heavy and worse, the cursed magic that had been plaguing them with unending desire only seemed to grow stronger here.

They stopped, gazing upwards to the higher level as one of the ape like creatures from Tree Tops came into view. An eerie tension that lasted just a moment before it threw out of the smaller monkey creatures that often follow them around down below and ran off. The monkey was clearly not right as it was clad in metal armor and technology. Taking one look at them it began to roll up in a ball and barrel towards them at frightening speeds but Spyro had seen this strategy before. A quick spin into a strong strike from his tail sent the rolling devil flying well over the temple but at the same time knocked him back onto the ground.

"Are you alright?" Marble asked, not used to see him knocked back by anything let alone something so small. "Fine but those things are way heavier than I thought. Make sure you do not get hit ok?" Standing up he flexed his tail a few times to see if everything was fine.

The temple grounds was fairly small and it only took them a quick sweep of the different levels to clear everything out however when they descended the stairs to the inner temple they found a giant stone door blocking the way.

"Turns out machines really are smarter than Gnorcs..." Spyro said humorously before turning and heading back up the stairs. Looking around they was glad this place was so easy to get into even if the lack of the apes made them wonder where exactly they was. Marble was left to wander as he circled about looking for any clues how to open the door, a stone temple did lack windows after all. Marble meanwhile sat down on the grass. It was nice and cool while being dryer than the mud at least, not that she was helping that fact. Looking up to the grey skies in an attempt to distract herself from the deep burning inside her did not help much at all. A single sigh tinged with frustration slipped out just as the first drops of rain started to fall. Pulling herself up she headed straight to Spyro who was currently looking over the edge of a trench that cut it's way through one side of the temple grounds.

She did not even have to say a word. The blushed and longing look on her face was all he needed to understand.

"As much as I love the idea of doing it in the rain we are outside a general's house... Let's get this guy done quick and we can spend as much as time as you need here before heading to the party?" Holding her head softly with his hand she gave him a nod before going in for a hug. "It won't be long either because I think I found a way in." Tone comforting as he patted her head.

Leading her over to the trench she saw that it was in fact a sewer or possibly a water drain, currently with a shallow amount of oddly bright green liquid running through it. Following where he was pointing down she could see that a bar on a grating had been removed and if not for how stupid Gnorcs was she would have swore this is how they got in. Ever the gentlemen Spyro was first to jump in. Giving her a hand as she jumped down onto his back to stay out of whatever that stuff was.

After a short march through the disturbingly slimey tunnel Spyro reached dry land once more. Hopping out of the sludge however he found his legs to have turned green, a fact Marble was quick to laugh over.

"I think it suits you." She said in jest. While Spyro stayed to shake off what he could Marble went ahead to look around. The constant dripping, the slime slowly pouring out of openings in the walls, yep this was definitely a drainage system of sorts but for what? It was true they was in a swamp so maybe it was just to stop the temple sinking. Heading up some stairs she found that while the access tunnel ahead was small it did lead to the inner temple. With an excited prance she headed back to grab Spyro who had thankfully finished shaking off the green, with a few words of praise he followed her to the small tunnel. It was a bit of a squeeze to get through but quite short as well as they came to the exit in only a minute, the sight in front of them was something else.

A giant courtyard with natural rocky walls on all sides stood with the left and right crumbling into the mud below. At the other two sides stood the locked doorway and a grand temple entrance. But that was par for the course for what was amazing was the giant machine standing silently guarding the door to the grand temple while dozens of metal rods littered the courtyard. Every so often one of them would start to whirr into life, spewing red cracks of power about before firing a crimson bolt straight into the machine.

"Well I guess we know what Bruno meant..." Spyro stated before hopping down from the stone vent.

"So what do we do?" The young Sheep asked looking around the area.

"Easy, those metal rods look real flimsy so we just gotta break them. No point fighting that thing when we can just drain it instead right?" He said patting her head. "Try just using strength first, if you need to get armored then I will help." They nodded in agreement before stepping forward into the maze of metal rods. At first nothing but the occasional creak of metal in the wind or the sparking of a distant rod could be heard but the second Spyro touched one of the rods everything sprang into life. Metalhead woke up with a roar of metal grinding on metal as dozens of the rods sparked up between each other forming electric walls. Not wanting to be boxed it Spyro immediately swept the area around him to break several and while Marble followed suit she could only break a few.

Even still it gave them some room to stand. Only for a moment however as the metal monster screamed out a distorted "Target. Locked" before throwing something, something at such speed that neither of them could even see it. In half a second it smashed into a few of the rods behind them, skipping off the ground like a stone and embedding in's self into the rock wall behind them.

"That ain't good, keep moving!" Spyro shouted before darting into the maze of metal and lightning.

The rods seemed to go in waves of charging, firing and resting. Waiting for them to enter the rest period in order to break them seemed easy enough but then there was the metal boulders that Metalhead would throw every so often. The upside is these would often shatter a few rods as they landed but all in all it turned this hallowed ground into that of a battlefield. Spyro was quicker but a larger target, able to break any the metal spires without needing to even stop while Marble was much harder to hit but had to stop to wind up an attack. Together they was chaotic enough to grind their way through the scarlet storm and every spire fallen would only give them more room to work.

With only a dozen left and quickly dropping Metalhead had another surprise as without warning it turned 180 and ran inside the temple. Leaving the pair to catch their breath for the time being before cleaning up the last of the spires. With blood still running hot they descended into the inner temple. Grand stairs as old as the stone it was carved into now cracked from the weight of that mechanical evil. Deeper the passage led, twisting and curving under the swamp where finally they found light.

A room gilded in ancient runes lay before them, giant and expansive this may indeed have been the very birthplace of beasts. But now it lay defiled as an even greater web of spires crowded these sacred halls. Metalhead stood beside the final temple, the door too small to escape into.

The pair split. A canter turning gallop as Spyro barrelled through the barrier of charged rods with wings aflame while Marble continued ahead deeper into the maze. She weaved her way through the lightning as great explosions of force rang out all around, the very sky seemed to be falling as she formed ancient dust into a helmet to strike a spire without halt.

Spyro kept to the edges of the room, slowly wearing down any rods that flickered off while baiting more of those great shells to destroy the very things keeping Metalhead alive. The air was hot with power, every crackle of lightning that flew by only seemed to grow in strength before finally an odd calm decided on the room. A call rang out. Spyro turned to find the source of the shout, his blood slowing as he came to the realization that he had been tricked. Standing in a cage of electricity Spyro could only watch as the metal monster brought it's hands brimming with power down to fire a crimson maelstrom towards him. Just as it approached a great crack rang out as a slab of stone fell from the ceiling, providing a decent shield that shattered intensely on contact with beam. Fragments freeing him from the cage.

Fleeing the trap he reunited with Marble for a well deserved thanks. The trap was smart but also risky as the beam had carved a corridor through the spires, allowing them to easily move about as metal was shattered over and over. The machine sensing it's doom began to panic, unable to hit them, unable to run, cornered it faced the true question of mortality for the first time and went mad over the answer. Choosing to stand and fight it started to chase the pair but in doing so only broke more of the precious rods. Finally, after a gauntlet of crimson lightning and silver rods they stood at the last one. Metalhead stopped as well, not daring to get close he could only stare as the Sheep of all things broke the final rod. With the final spire fallen it too fell, collapsing into metal pieces.

The pair stood at the threshold of the oldest temple in the Dragon world. A place where all the beasts of the land would have been created in one form or another. The turned. Looking deep into each other for just a moment before stepping forward, heart still pounding from the fight, as they fell into each others embrace and lost all concept of time. The world around them broke away in the storm of heated voices and needing grasps.

Hearts beat like hammers to forge a moment in time that would never be forgotten. Souls twisted together to create magic never before seen as physically they held nothing back in a strained attempt to climb an endless peak. When finally, just as things met a crescendo of passions it ended.

Spyro was first to come back to his senses. Pulling his claws out of the stone he braced himself against he withdrew from Marble but finding her twitching incoherently started to worry if he had pushed too hard.

"Marble...y-you alright?" He spoke quietly to her. In reply she seemed to give out a nod as the spasms started to fade and in return her legs gave out. Catched by her Dragon lover he sat with her on the stone floor while they both got some much needed rest. Spyro realized that they was inside the final temple, on a balcony overlooking the courtyard where they had just won the battle. Claw and hoof marks alike seemed to dot the stone around them in proof that she had learned how to use her magic during mating at least. The flood of fresh memories of actions just done still stirred in his mind but as he recounted them he found that they had been here for hours, not minutes. Thankfully this World was very short and so they was still far ahead of schedule.

"Thanks." Marble managed to whisper out after a bit, "That finally got rid of the swamp heat..." She smiled up to him before giving him a final kiss and standing up, legs still a little soft. Shuddering as several rounds of Dragon seed ran down her legs she turned to him with an annoyed look. "You do know somewhere to clean up around here right?" Electing a Sheepish grin from Spyro as he gave her a nod.

A walk of shame by any other name as they headed outside the inner temple, up the twisting stairs to the courtyard where Spyro opened the locked door. Heading outside they was thankfully not greeted by any Dragons as they headed to a small room off to the side which had some clean running water. Not a bath though as he got out a bowl and a sponge from the chest to help her. Despite what they just did Marble could not help but blush embarrassingly as she bent herself over a sink with tail raised for him, the gentle touch of his to offset her sensitivity did not help as well but at least the water was not too cold. He even went out of his way to use his heated breath to dry her and a brush to make everything nice and neat. All wrapped up with an almost innocent kiss to her privates.

"I wish you would not do that." She said playfully as they headed to the exit portal.

"I like to cherish the things I am grateful for." Spyro shrugged as he he draped a wing over her affectionately. "Besides, in around a week Gnasty will be defeated and I can 'cherish' you all I want back in the Artisans. I was thinking of putting some of these gems into getting a nice private Realm built, all sunny like the Artisans with crystal clear water of the Magic Crafters?" Marble blushed as he had finally admitted he was having ideas of the future, very nice ideas too that she could only agree with.

"Just no Beast Makers breeding curse please." She said amused as they both fell into laughing.

Stepping back into the Beast Makers they was both amazed. It looked completely different than when they had left with brightly colored tents, strings of glowing lights and scents of a hundred different types of foods mixing together. It was beautiful. Bruno was waiting to greet them as well.

"Darlings! Welcome to the party, you are nice and early too!" He spoke joyfully. "We got food and drink the likes of which you have never seen and if you are feeling particularly playful then keep an eye out for pink marks." The last of his speech got a little more quiet, ending with a wink as well. Before they could answer he was already heading off into the festival however.

They decided to follow suit as they walked along the vivid makeshift streets. Grabbing two fruit that naturally was filled with juice to share as they looked at what was on offer. Marble was drawn to the spicy options of course but she did get some funny looks when she took some of the meat options. No doubt filling heads with ideas of meat eating Sheep hunting down prey across the Artisans.

"OkIam too curious, what did he mean by pink marks? Do Dragons have some secret games they play?" She spoke innocently enough but even still it caused Spyro to almost choke on his fried lizard.

"Oh right. Um, pink marks are how the more open minded Dragons tell others not to go into somewhere unless they want to join in." He tried to explain.

"Join in what though?" Marble however was not quite understanding. Leaning down Spyro whispered.

"The same thing we do when all alone..." Causing her eyes to light up, a blush already forming from her innocence. Sitting behind a tree just off the path she whispered back.

"I did not know male Dragons did that, do females?"

"Most likely..." Spyro scratched his neck nervously, "All Dragons have a strong desire to mate that eventually becomes controlled with age, it is just some get lonely and may seek other open minded Dragons that share the idea." This time he leaned a bit closer, "You know how the Beast Maker Dragons are, very open minded and focused on pleasures..." She understood what he meant with a nod but then made it worse.

"Would you ever seek a male?" Causing Spyro to almost fall over.

"Oh no no, I have never seen a female Dragon yet what with being born out of cycle but I am absolutely not into males, especially older males." Shuddering for a moment from some mental imagine he continued. "That does not mean we are normal either. It is far more accepting to seek another male for company that chase the wildlife." He sighed. "I just got lucky, since you are a crested you are different." Marble sat and thought for a moment before finally speaking up.

"If I was just a normal dumb Sheep would you have kept me? As a pet or something?" He turned to look at her, thinking himself for a moment.

"No. I love you because of who you are, not because you are a Sheep." He let out a cough as he pushed enough courage up to continue. "I would have most likely only kept you around like a week to satisfy myself then dumped you back into the Artisans. So. I am very happy you are who you are." He finished with a nuzzle to her ears that made her giggle.

"Love you too. Wait." She suddenly sat up straight. "Bruno invited both of us to use the pink marks right? So he is into Sheep or no, all the Beast Makers Dragons are into Sheep?!" Spyro himself seemed to light up in realization.

"Well, they do work to create new animals and have seen many crested before... I guess they are into everything." He replied, staring at each other for what seemed like ages before they both broke down into laughter at the new knowledge. Electing a few Dragons walking past to notice the odd pair laughing themselves stupid behind the tree.

The rest of the night was nothing short of magical. Drinking sour potions that made the world spin as they danced around scented fires without a care in the world. Eating unknown foods of extraordinary flavor that never seemed to end. When they finally made it back to a small hut for some well needed sleep Spyro had just enough thought left to lock the door before he passed on next to Marble on the bed. A wide smile as he cuddled up to his more beloved of pillows.

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Marble woke up feeling like the underside of a boot that had been marched through a field of glass. Head was pounding with every slight noise only making it worse. Sighing she managed to crack open an eye to see a fairly clean small room, the hut that they had slept in last night since their own guest hut was too trashed and far away. Just about managing to roll over she groaned and flopped back down onto a pillow.

"Who knew potato juice could be so strong." She moaned as the morning light seemed determined to attack her. She had half fallen asleep when the otherwise small creak of the door opening sounded like the echo of a drill going off in her ears. A single groggy eyed could make out purple and gold, Spyro? She had not even noticed he was not near her.

"Drink this." He said, voice as gentle as he could but still too loud as he placed a bowl of something orange and sour smelling on the bed. She groaned in disagreement but he was having none of it. Getting onto the bed he held her up and forced the bowl to her, with great effort she drank the oddly flavorless liquid. The pain she felt was like getting your brain smashed with a giant salty lemon but within a few seconds it disappeared and with it the grogginess. Her headache, fatigue, it all drained away as she sat up fully wake.

"What in the name of the Elementals did you just give me?" She asked looking shocked.

"You do not want to know but it has some good effects eh?" He said still holding her on the bed. "You need to be careful, drinking too much of the distilled juices can be poisonous to non-dragons." He whispered to her as his grip tightened a little. Realizing why he had been so forward she could only lean back into him comfortingly. Lingering there for a short while in each others comfort before finally he let her go to stand up. Giving a stretch to shake off the early morning stiffness he gave a hand to help her down.

"Time to get out of this swamp I think." He sounded cheery but it was understandable why. The swamp had long overstayed it's welcome in this adventure of theirs plus the next place was the Dream Weavers! A magical location that not even Dragons can walk about freely, who knows what kind of sights they would see. Now excited Marble picked up the pace to find the balloonist was waiting for them. Ever polite but before he could ask to help her into the basket as normal she had already bounced clear over him. "She's a little excited..." Spyro explained as he passed the man. Smiling at how silly she can be at times. Once the pair was sitting secure in the basket he released the enchanted balloon from the tethers, waving them off as they went.

One of Marble's favorite things was to watch over the side of the balloon and see what path it takes. She knew that the Dream Weavers was a collection of floating islands so it would have to be higher up above the arcane ocean they now floated over but for now the balloon simply traveled away from the moist swamp air. The great trees thinning out while the sickly watery mud gradually changed bluer and bluer. Finally the balloon broke out from the shade of the Beast Makers, her eyes straining as she had not seen daylight in near a week between the overcast sky and looming trees.

"I got a fact I bet you would love" Spyro stated causing her to turn carefully to listen, "Dream Weavers is very close to Artisans but simply so far up that you would never see it." She cooed at the fact, mind trying to put the pieces of where all the Realms existed before turning to look out at the ocean once more. True enough, in the distance she soon was able to see the hazy outline of the Artisans and it was here the balloon stopped moving along and headed straight up.

With some time yet for the balloon to travel Spyro put together some breakfast for the pair of them. A few leftovers and some nice refreshing fruits helping them to wake up and get some energy for the next Realm. Marble was having great fun watching the clouds go passed as she buried her muzzle in her bowl, electing a small chuckle from Spyro who could only stare at how adorable she was. Suddenly the balloon started to climb quicker. The speed was quite something as it rocketed higher and higher, the air becoming colder and thinner quickly as well but as she turned to look at Spyro he was just casually leaning on the edge. Knowing he was calm put her at ease too as just when it got as cold as ice it suddenly got warm again, not hot but a comfy warmth like a temperate summer day.

"Oh I forgot to mention, Dream Weaver islands have a sort of 'bubble' of magic around them that makes things much easier to live up here." He said casually as he waved a hand around.

"A bit late but thanks for telling me." She replied a bit snarky at him letting her worry about nothing. Clearing through a layer of clouds the sight in front of her more than made up for it. Giant wispy clouds gleamed a rainbow of colors that framed a collection of floating emerald hills and water pools that defied gravity itself as they would raise up into the sky instead of falling down below. It looked like paradise, even smelled like it.

Hopping off the balloon however they was met with a bunch of creatures. Seemingly peaceful with the smaller ones having fairy like wings and the bigger ones only having a modest metal covering on the chest over old cloth robes. The pair approached some of them when suddenly a beam of light landed out of the sky, instantly transforming into much larger versions. Skin stretched disgustingly over the new forms but as Spyro went for a swipe it caught him mid air like a child, throwing him back to the edge of the island. Marble was quick to get distance but just as they did so the beam of light came back and undid the changes. Thinking fast she struck the now smaller monster, easily defeating it even if the jelly like body under the robe only served to creep her out. She caught sight of Spyro finishing off the other as she turned.

"That has to be the most disgusting monster I have hit." Marble said shivering at the memory of the touch.

"I know what you mean. Far more tricky that Gnorcs too." Spyro added. Marble nodded in agreement at this, waiting for them as they landed, pretending to be peaceful. All very smart if not for the random nature of that beam of light.

Heading inside a building nearby they found plenty of loose gems strewn about and a few more of those odd creatures too but thankfully no light to make them stronger. Coming out the other side to find a quiet grassy area they caught sight at last of the first crystallized Dragon to free for this Realm. Spyro having the honor as they now take turns when not split up. Different to the Gnorcs lack of caring as well this first Dragon was not the leader of the Realm. Mazi by name. He was tall, thin with glittering scales.

"Hmm Spyro is it?" He spoke shortly, looking down at them with a fierce judgmental gaze. "And...Sheep. Hmm." His tone rich, regal almost. "These creatures are known as Fools. Normally weak they have most likely took over the Dream Cannon to grow strong. Be careful and free our leader Lateef." With that he turned and headed towards the building.

"Hey wait a moment..." Spyro began but Mazi simply turned to give him a cold stare

before continuing on his way.

"What is up with him?" Marble spoke shaken by the gaze of such a Dragon.

"The Dream Weavers are the oldest Dragons, keepers of secrets and forbidden knowledge too so maybe he does not trust us yet. Other Dragons are not normally even allowed up here unless they invite them." He explained, hoping that was the case.

Finding the grassy area to be a dead end they headed back the way they came to take the other path that curved right across thin earthen bridges. A quick glide over a gap and they had several routes to go, one guarded by several Big Fools and two that was clear. With a shrug they headed right again through a grand arch. Several twists and turns later as they navigated around the castle walls they stood at the base off and they had found a second Dragon near a lovely garden.

A stroke of luck as this one turned out to be Lateef! He stood even taller than Mazi but had mostly the same look as well. Including that gaze.

"I thank you for freeing me, may you tell me how you did it and how you did not get crystalized yourself?"

"We just touch the crystal and it pops off and as for why I escaped, I was near Marble here when the magic hit so I think it did not 'see' me." Spyro answered politely, standing up tall to be respectful as Marble followed suit.

"That is all?" He stopped to think for a moment. "As simple of an answer as the magic that caused this mess. I will take care of Gnasty now so you two may return to Artisans."

"Excuse me sir but we have freed all the other Dragons outside of this Realm, if you want to help us free the others before going after Gnasty we would welcome the help." Spyro explained.

"No need, with Gnasty gone the magic will either undo itself or I will undo it instead. Now if you do not mind, do get off my island." His tone was cold, impatient even as if demanding a rude guest leaves. Marble was the one to speak this time.

"We have spent three weeks fighting Gnasty's generals and armies, we can not just give up here and leave it to you!" Lateef however seemed to take offense not at her words but rather the fact she was speaking at all.

"And what would a Crested know of the Dragon ways? You are nothing but a mistake in the flow of time, why do you even care about the Dragons when you will be exiled to your own land anyway."

"I have lived with Dragons for weeks now but even before that I grew up near them, seen every inch of the various Realms just as you have!" She called back and oddly at this he seemed to soften his gaze. Walking over to the garden pond he waved a hand to summon an orb of water.

"Then let me tell you the truth, both of you." He caused parts of the orb to freeze over to form shapes. "The 'Realms' and 'Worlds' you know off are a lie, no doubt they would have gotten around to teaching you this eventually but here we are more direct. Each Portal simply moves you from one place on this planet." He pointed to one frosty shape. "To another." and then to a different one. "It is true the Dragons shaped this world yes but they do not rule it. We live in secret now in a small corner. You see this massive island?" He spoke point to yet another shape. "This is Avalar. The exile island of the Crested where hundreds of species have interbred and grown over millennia to the point where they rival even our magics now. Not purely with magic no but technology and magic combined."

He stopped for a moment to breathe and let his words sink in. The pair traced eyes over the globe he had summoned, their entire worldview literally changed forever.

"The Gnorcs was one of our earliest mistakes. We gave them an island, taught them magic but they was fools. They attacked us, each other, everything. Now we were far stronger of course and so broken they retreated. Over the years they have doomed themselves and saved themselves over and over." He sighed. "When they accidentally killed the last Gnorc female they used dark magic combined with machines to make children, when they polluted the land to death they made sealed cities with fake air and water." He turned now to look down at Marble. "The crested was our second mistake or at least, I believe it was. You see, how do you think beasts would come to absorb enough aether to be born with the gifts of a Dragon?" He chuckled deeply. "Simple, young dragons before the mating cycle was created would go pleasure themselves with any number of creatures and from that infect them with mana. They would then release them back into the wild when bored but the aether lingers, it passes down in generations, eventually creating Crested." He laughed again. "So, Marble, how do you like knowing that the only reason you are intelligent is because our dumb ancestors found you Sheep the most pleasurable?"

Spyro stood up in anger at the accusation but Marble stopped him before he could talk, instead she stepped forward and while looking Lateef straight in the eyes said one word.

"Grateful." Lateef seemed to freeze for a moment but then finally he smirked.

"I can see your attraction to her Spyro." He shook his head. "Go. Free the Dragons, defeat Gnasty. Play the hero all you want." Lateef finished and with a snap of his fingers the water globe fell back into the pond.

They left with much to think about as they rounded the corner and headed further into the gardens away from his cold gaze. A silent walk as they chewed over the information given, how much was true? How much was not? Either way it changed nothing of Marble's opinion on Dragons nor did it change how Spyro saw her. It did change how they saw the World now. A single World full of islands and an empire of Crested far to the north.

"You know. I do not care what our ancestors did or who they was, I am just happy I got to meet you." Spyro said nuzzling against her. She returned the favor warmly, taking a deep breath to clear her head in these lush gardens. They still had plenty of work to do as let out a giggle before speeding off, leaving Spyro to give chase.

Following the pathways around they ended up on the opposite side of the circular islands where a few floating stepping stones led to a small center island. One small Fool later and they had access to the Dream Cannon, a strange device that can fire beams of light to transform creatures although they had no idea what it would do to a Dragon. It did mean that they was able to shrink the Fools guarding the doorway to the castle, if they could work out how the thing works. For that he left Marble to work it out since she did an excellent job with other Gnorc based technology. Meanwhile he went to stretch his legs a bit and see what he could make out from this elevated platform. Not much. This area was mostly a fragmented bunch of islands with a single fairly large castle on one end. Portals dotted the landscape as well as a few stray Fools or gems to collect but this place was by far the most empty of the Realms. A call from marble snapped him out of his musings. Returning to her he found that she had worked out how to control it, more or less. Two wheels when spun controlled the horizontal and vertical aiming while the center crystal like button fired, other than that she had no idea what the other levers did. Spyro had to assist in aiming since the wheels was much easier to use with hands but overall was easy enough to use. The target being a pair of Big Fools that was guarding the entrance to the castle, the last place to clear out and hopefully a place to rest as well as they fired the cannon.

A quick glide back showed that their aim was good and after the dispatch of two now Small Fools entered the castle. It was nothing short of grand, everything was polished to a mirror shine with white and greens lining every wall. It was here that they found the final Dragon but this was one was just as unfriendly as the rest as he quickly explained that the castle was not some hotel and that they would have to sleep outside. If not for how tired they was for saving them then Marble would have had some strong words indeed.

Camping out however turned out to not be as bad as they was expecting. Thanks to the magic bubble keeping the islands cozy there was no chance of rain while the temperature was always a few degrees above warm. They even found a nice little tucked away spot in the gardens away from cold prying eyes. As Spyro placed down the chest to set up the area a bit Marble herself lay on her back watching the shimmering clouds. An effect it seems that comes from when they pass through the unseen bubble. If not for the rude and completely ungrateful residents this would have been her favorite place to live yet by far, it was just perfect. Heavenly. Speaking of which, as she sat up to see what her favorite Dragon was up too she found he had set up a fire pit, pillows, a picnic like blanket too just for good measure. Spyro's smile was nothing short of gold, a sunrise that lit up her life.

All he needed was a quick trip to the river to restock the water and they would be good and ready to settle down for the rest of the day but despite his protests Marble was quick to follow him along instead of relaxing. Not that could be mad, she was far too adorable and made even the most boring chores much more fun to do.

Beside the various random splash fight there is nothing quite like good mirth with company to make chores go faster. It was still fairly hard work but quick none the less and did help to pass the time. Finally with the last container filled Spyro let out a stretch and lay down on the soft grass, mind wondering to what the other locations of this Realm had in store. The Fools was disturbing but without the cannon overall very weak, the general as well they had still not even learned the name off but that would come soon enough.

Marble was quick to come join him in his relaxing. Draping her front half over him and taking a deep breath she certainly looked content. They lingered here for a moment enjoying each other's warmth before he ended up petting her almost by reflex, a simple act of stroking her wool that they both found quite pleasant. Feeling him gradually working his way down her back she turned her head towards him.

"I take it that you did not find all that swamp heat fun then?

"Did you? I never thought hours on hours of mating could be made so boring." He said with a sigh. She could only nod in agreement as well. While the swamp heat did make them aroused all the time it turned the act into that of scratching an itch more than anything. She stood up and stepped over him, sitting on his belly.

"But doing this here? What if they see..." She said quieter now.

"Then let them watch, we might even teach them a few things." He whispered back before pulling her down into a kiss. He had missed these slower embraces where they could simply indulge themselves in each other. Spending minutes kissing her for her taste, running his hands through her wool so he may feel her. Every inch of his adorable ewe had a story to tell and he took great joy in reading those stories.

Pulling back Marble shifted her way down his body a bit as he released her from his grip. Sprawling out on the grass he placed his arms behind his head and looked up to watch the clouds as she enjoyed herself. Slow at first. A long grind down his length that had a slight bounce when she changed direction. As she worked her way along things quickly became more slick and so the speed could be increased. Her lack of experience being the one on top did make some movements a bit messy, the occasional realigning needed as well, but Spyro was enjoying himself far too much to care. It was only as he felt her stop he lowered his eyes down from the sky. Watching pleasantly as she raised herself up and with a gentle hoof held him in place till she could lower back down again. A hiss of satisfaction given as she hit her target followed by a delightful groan as for the first time in a week he was actually clear headed enough to really feel her. Stopping only once half way down to catch her breath she let herself drop the rest of the way onto his knot. A small adjustment in her stance to lean more forward on his chest later and she was ready to move.

He closed his eyes and took a breath. It was slow and with a different kind of rhythm that only helped to stoke the fires while her insides acted like silken hands to grip him tightly. Every ridge of his underside plucked at her, playing her like the sweetest of harps as she sung openly into the summer air. With gritted teeth Marble struck hard for the first time against him but not with a slap, rather a soft paff from wool on scale. Opening his eyes he found her bowed forward on him, hind legs digging into the ground on either side of him as she panted such sweet, heated, nothingness into the wind. His turn to adjust his posture now as he brought his hands to her waist. Taking off some of her weight with his strength as she rose and pushing her down even harder as she fell. Claws digging a little bit deeper into the mass of fluff as his grip tightened from the sensations. All too soon the heated breathing turned into soft bleats now as he pushed up to meet her. The paff of wool turning into a muffled smack as her plush wooless sex kissed his knot over and over.

Sweating she lowered her head to his to rest for a moment as he took over the pace. Strong hands easily moved her hips and while they lacked the grace of the swaying, bouncy rhythm she had, it instead had speed to it. A deep grind combined with a rapid thrust that rattled her to the very core. Short lived however as Sputo had other plans. Taking one hand off her waist to plunge a few fingers deep into her maw he kept the other one in place to rock her gently.

It provided a moment for them both to settle a little. Catching breath and letting their bodies rest for just a minute as she suckled on his hand. Second wind now caught Spyro pulled his slick digits out of her mouth. Returning the hand to her waist she let out a small bleat of surprise as he slid it a bit further back to at first wet her tailhole before sliding just a finger inside.

Both sides under attack but he did not end his assault there. Oh no, using his tail for balance he arched his back to dig his own hind claws into the ground while his spare arm wrapped around her back. Like a jackhammer he used every ounce of his strength to pound her relentlessly, leaving her to do nothing but squirm and moan loudly into the air as he thrust faster than she could even count. Teeth locked to last just a few moments longer Spyro heard her cry out as she met her peak and with it he dropped to the ground suddenly, hand pushing her down hard enough to knot without issue as he roared a small flame into the air. Eyes going blind from the release as he held her still convulsing body to him.

Long minutes ticked by bodies beaten half dead by pleasure came back to life. Ragged breathing eventually stabilized as she lay there feeling both sore and numb.

"Now that is the mating I remember..." She managed to get out between breaths. Spyro agreed completely and as he managed to pry his eyes open he found it to be sunset. Tapping her on the shoulder and pointing she managed to just barely turn her head around to watch it with him. It would be quite some time yet till he could pull out of her but they had all the time in the world right now.

The sun was pale this morning. Cool and gentle as it slowly rose across the sky. Spyro had just finished getting together a lovely breakfast of various fruits for his dear Marble and was sitting beside her to enjoy the food as well. She sat sleepy but with the most content look that he had ever seen her have. Understable really. Yesterday was full of easy fights to start, some new and exciting knowledge being learned later on and ending with one of the best mating sessions she had ever had. Thankfully near a river too so she did have to walk across the Realm stained an off white in all the wrong places. Then they spent the night laughing while trying out some of the more interesting foods the Beast Maker Dragons had packed for them before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace. The bubble of magic around these floating islands made even the night times comfy and warm.

"Not long till we get this adventure doneIthink. Once we beat this last general we only have to get rid of Gnasty." Spyro stated between bites.

"Mhmm, maybe he should have sent more than five generals or pick better ones." She replied trying to be humorous.

"Six." Spyro replied taking a sip of juice.

"Six?" She looked to him confused. "Six generals, one for each Realm right?" Spyro explained.

"But this is the last Realm and we have only beat 4 so far." To this Spyro turned to face her as well, a moment of confusion turning into a realization that lit up both of them.

"We forget the Artisans!" They both shouted in unison.

Elsewhere the balloonist was sitting in the early morning sun. Having woke up early from habit despite their being nearly no travel, not till Gnasty was defeated at least, he was quite enjoying the impromptu vacation. Interrupting his sunbathing however was the pair he had been helping the past few weeks, an odd couple of Dragon and Sheep but he had seen far too many strange things in his time to complain. They spoke hurriedly of needing a ride to the Artisans and as he was one to never let the Dragons down went straight to work setting the balloon's location runes.

Within minutes they was in the sky descending down from the clouds to the Artisans which thankfully was quite close to the Dream Weavers.

"I can not believe we missed a Portal!" Said Marble worrying about coming back to the Artisans in ruin.

"I can not believe we missed a general..." Spyro replied, worried as well for the green hills he had grown up in. It did not take long to get down to the Artisans but every minute felt agonizingly drawn out. They both did breath a sigh of relief when at last they touch down to find nothing out of place at least. All the gems was still packed up, Dragons still free, so where did they miss that last Portal? They headed over to Nestor.

"Ah spyro and Marble was it? How goes the adventure?" He greeted them warmly, happy to see them still alive at least.

"Good. Ehm. I think I missed a Portal around here but it would have to be hidden surely. Do you know of any?" Spyro asked.

"Ah I thought you missed one. Tucked away by some cliffs over that way is the Artisan's Castle but the Portal is protected via an enchanted Dragon statue. Easy to miss actually." The last of his words sounding not as honest as he would like.

"Thank you sir." Was given by Marble as they sped off to find this lost Portal but what they found when they rounded the corner was very interesting. The giant head of a Dragon carved from stone. A beautiful sight indeed but they saw no Portal to speak off.

Approaching the statue the pair quickly worked out what the secret was when the mouth of the statue slowly opened to show the Portal inside. Very secure but Spyro had to wonder that if it only opened to Dragons then how did the Gnorcs get inside. A question for another time as they stepped onto the stone tongue of the statue before jumping into the gateway.

They touched down on a small grassy platform overlooking a great lake. Marble stopping in awe almost instantly when she saw the great castle that stood before them. The pride of the Artisan Dragons no doubt and it showed with giant archways and high walls all made out of polished marble. No tacky gems could be found here, only tiny beautiful engravings that snaked it's way up and down the great fortress.

Stepping forward through a single stone arch they found themselves in a grassy courtyard that was almost more gardens than entrance. A bit further on past some fragrant flowers and neat grass they spotted the first enemies of this place, Druid like bearded creatures in robe and pointed hat wielding a staff while giant wolves slept nearby.

"I will handle the wolves if you get the druids?" Spyro asked, not wanting to let her fight her natural predator even if she now had magic and much to his relief she agreed as well.

The wolves in the end were easy. Much like any beast they did not fare away with fire but a Dragon's rock hard scales and razor like claws would scare off most of anything else. The Druid like keeper of the wolves however was a bit surprising as despite the look they used no magic, instead wielding the staff like a melee weapon. Made of simple wood that had no enchantment to be found even a small kick could easily break it, just as easy as the one that wielded it.

Just as they was moving on Spyro picked up a piece of the broken staff, looking it over to find it being extremely unremarkable he did recognize the shape. A crook.

"Huh, these guys are shepherds, with wolves? Odd." He said out loud, mostly to himself but Marble overheard.

"Shepherds?" She asked, turning to face him with a curious look.

"Yep. They are a type of farmer that look after Sheep. The Druids have loads of them because of all the wool robes and stuff." He explained, feeling a bit odd to explain the concept of a Sheep handler to a Sheep. Her expression thankfully spoke more of thinking than being offended at least.

Moving on they reached the entrance to the castle and after heading up the polished steps found their way inside. Stepping slowly into the grand halls they did not know where to look first. Giant beautiful quartz crystals of every color dotted the marble walls and pillars tastefully while the floor was made out of several types of granite. Black, white and grey stone could be found all the way through this place in abundance.

On the other end of the longest corridor lay the exit to more gardens and since the loose gems seemed to be forming a trail along that way they had no reason not to follow it. Before they got to the archway leading outside however Marble spotted something.

"Hey Spyro, look over there!" Marble called to him as she rushed to a giant window. Curious he quickly headed over to look. At first he was not sure what he was supposed to be seeing, the giant lake that was nearby was as normal as ever so it was not that. Looking around he spotted in the distance some small buildings, almost ruin like, nestled deep into the green hills around. A lovely looking spot actually with a beach and a... well.

"It's Stone Hill." He stated in his amazement. Further proving the Portals simply teleport you around the world. "Well I will be darned, so that is how they got to here."

Marble could only stand in amazement. All of the fantastic and wonderful places they had been too was just different places of the same World.

"Hey Spyro." She asked confused. "If all of those places was part of one big place then how come some are always night time or always day?" Spyro gazed down at her in thought.

"The bubbles. Like the Dream Weavers use? They must capture the day or night in some areas just as the main Dream Weaver islands are always warm, like a summer day all year round." He explained taking a few guesses himself. Happy with the explanation Marble took a step back from the window to take a look around the room of the castle they are in. Sometimes it can be hard to really enjoy something, the time it must have spent to create such a building is nothing short of awe inspiring and she wanted to at least have a good look before running off. Even so, they had an enemy to defeat and one that was close now too so while she would have loved to go explore the grand halls more she knew that they had to get moving.

Sightseeing done, at least for now, they exited out of the marble halls into a smaller walled garden to see something even stranger. The general, most likely, Toasty. Standing behind two wolves. It stood tall and robed wielding a huge scythe that was slung over shoulder but the strangest thing was it had a pumpkin head carved into a smile. The way it stood so still with only the breeze seemingly moving it was disturbing as well but any doubts of it being alive was quickly answered when it would occasionally adjust the scythe or move it's head.

Spyro went first as he would hate to have his dear Marble get hit by such a weapon. The wolves was quick to block his path forward but Spyro simply walked up to them and sprayed fire all over the place. The wolves poofed into gems while Toasty had already began running away through a wall that had lowered into more of the gardens. The 'run' was more of a hop though, like a puppet being bounced along on strings.

The same thing repeated, wolves got toasted while Toasty ran away. Several times till they cornered it at the end of the gardens. Finally with one final breath of fire Spyro ignited the scarecrow like general, the robe incinerating almost instantly to show a wooden frame holding the fake arms, legs and head which all broke off but inside the middle of it jumped out...

A Sheep.

A dark grey Sheep with strong blue eyes that instantly skidded off to get distance from the burning wreckage of it's costume. Stopping near Spyro it gave a long look towards Marble, then back to him, before closing it's eyes and kneeling down in a bow.

"Great Dragon. You have bested the warrior of Gnasty known as Toasty, how may I serve you?" Voice flat as if rehearsed a hundred times in the past but Spyro and Marble was stunned.

"Gnasty had a Crested Sheep too?" Spyro asked Marble in complete amazement.

"Not a very loyal one either it seems." Marble replied pointing at the still bowed Sheep in front of them who had opened an eye in amazement of her own that the white Sheep just talked.

"Understandable to be honest...ehm. Ok, Toasty was it? Why would we let you 'serve' us when you just betrayed Gnasty?" Spyro stated while keeping his distance. She stood up tall.

"I serve the strongest. Gnasty is the strongest Gnorc and while you may be around equal with him together we are stronger." She explained.

"Excuse me." Marble chimed in. "What about me? I have helped out Spyro here far more than you have so far."

"Oh so sorry pet,Ido thank you for helping him with any physical needs or chores he needed done but I am a warrior. Far more suited for the fight."

"Pet!?" Marble shouted out as she strode towards Toasty but not wanting to see them fight Spyro intervened.

"Marble here has already learned Dragon magic and fighting styles. She helped to defeat 4 other generals so far you know." Spyro explained. Toasty was taken back, amazed that this field bred Sheep was so skilled in anything but to have learned the ways of a Dragon...

"Impressive but I learned magic too years ago. In fact, how about a contest to see who is stronger?" She started, quickly taking some steps over to the side to point out a giant rock. "One attack, whoever can do the most damage wins." Spyro took a look at the rock, a very hard stone of bedrock or worse but he smiled nonetheless.

"Deal. I take it you are going to go first?" He spoke slyly to the grey Sheep.

"Yes sir."

With a small bow to her stiff words Toasty walked in front of the great stone. Closing her eyes and breathing for a moment the air started to crackle, small static started to buzz around her wool. After a minute a single blue electric orb formed and started to orbit around her as her expression changed to a far more smug one. Focusing for a second the orb fired forward at great speed, striking the rock with enough force to crack and chip a fist of rock off it.

Proud of her attack she all but pranced back to her spot beside them.

"Marble. Break it." Spyro said casually as he sat on the grass. To which she stood up, stretched her legs for a second and walked forward to the rock. She stood for only a second before running at full enhanced speed over to it. Jumping high into the air the last second to deliver a dropped kick with enough force to break it clean in two as sizable chunks flew off.

Toasty dropped to the ground slack jawed but Spyro was not done yet.

"My turn right?"

He stated with a grin as he stood up and only walked a few steps before firing a white hot breath of concentrated fire that made the rock glow hot within seconds and within some seconds more start to crack and melt. Point proven he stopped here lest he burn the castle down.

"I rate you like 4/10. Not bad magic you got there but you have not learned how to control it fully yet or have strengthened your core much at all." He said casually as Marble returned to his side.

"Core? I can learn! I know fighting styles too. I can be a big help I swear." She began to stammer out, losing her composure. "Just do not make me go back to Gnasty..." She said at last.

"I did not plan on it but let me talk to my partner here." Spyro spoke before he and Marble turned to talk in private. A length aways while Toasty sat muttering 'partner? They are equals? Damn it' to herself. "So what do you think Marble? She is clearly skilled and hates Gnasty but she's a bit too soldier for my tastes." He whispered down to her.

"She is rude too! But, you are right that we can not let her go back to Gnasty." Marble began. "Ok so um hear me out here? What if we take her with us and you do what you did for me to her." She asked but seeing Spyro's mind racing to find what exactly he did for her she chimed in once more. "You know, teach her about the world. Make it fun for her, show her the sights. If she has been living as a Gnorc for years I am not surprised she only values strength and combat."

"Oh right. Got it but keep an eye on her ok." He commanded with a point. "Wait a second." She said before he got to leave. "I dunno if she still follows Sheep rules but if she does, um, just be ready for a surprise." She finished, an almost giggle to her voice that made Spyro wonder what she was up too.

Returning to Toasty, who stood up straight on his approach, she still looked nervous despite the otherwise stoic expression.

"We will take you with us but under some rules right?" He began, already enough to make the grey Sheep start smiling wildly. "First, you are now part of our team for at least a month so no hoping sides." A stern look followed. "Second, all of us are equal. As long as you do your best you are no lower in standing that anyone else." A nod followed from Toasty. "Third, you are not a soldier. You are our friend, so relax and have fun." He said giving her a pat on the head that seemed to completely fry her brain for a moment. Straightening up she then seemed to mentally correct herself and relax again.

"I understand sir. Eh, Spyro. Right, so as Sheep custom dictates you need to give me a name and ehm do you wish to form the flock here or somewhere of your choosing?" He took a look to Marble then back to Toasty as he started to remember the talk of Sheep customs he once had.

"A name? Will have to give a minute on that one but what do you mean 'form the flock?'"

"When Sheep with no flock such as I wish to join one, like yours, they must be accepted by the ram alpha with... " Her words trailing off. "With Mating, sir. Spyro."

He took a look over to Marble again who was trying not to laugh at his visible confusion of this whole thing.

"Are you alright with this?" She nodded.

"If you remember I once pressured you to form a flock when we first met and while I would prefer to have you all to myself... As long as you only pick those you love or care about I am ok with having whatever size flock you choose." She gave him a smile to this and a quick hug to his side to prove the point.

"For now I suppose it is just for tradition, would hate to break Sheep customs." He said with an eye roll. "But first a name. How about, Quartz? It compliments Marble while being it's own unique thing." "The stone or the Sheep?" Marble could not help but ask but only got a humorous look in return. Now named Quartz stood thinking for a moment about why he picked it but nodded as she liked the reason behind it. She then took a breath and turned, bowing away from them as she presented herself to him. A cold "whenever you are ready" given and despite her ability to hide her emotions she could not hide the shaking in her legs. A nice view by any means as he stepped forward and placed a hand on her rear to feel her entire tense up under the grey wool.

"Never done this before?" She shook her head. "Really? So the Gnorcs was not part of your flock?" Spyro had to ask in his curiosity.

"Gnorcs are not Sheep nor Dragons. I have heard of you Spyro, how you are the alpha to a one Sheep flock. I would rather be part of the most powerful flock than the a weak warband." Quartz explained still so distant.

"Alright. Well then, you need to relax a bit first." Spyro answered softly.

Spyro put his other hand on her rear but nothing else, just sat with hands in place on the grass for some minutes as the wind blew gently past. He had a full view of under her tail but did not go any further. With time to spare he took in the subtle curves of her sex, all but identical to Marble's own fuzzy black peach. Even the slight pink peeking out from inside was the same shade, almost disappointing him that different colored Sheep was not different colored on the inside. Confused now, Quartz eventually turned her head around.

"What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"Getting you used to being touched. I felt you relax a minute ago so I think you are getting used to me being this close." To stress his point he blew some warm air under her tail to feel her shudder a bit but not out of fear.

"I did not know Dragons was this kind..." Her voice now quieter.

"Not all of us are but me? I am very kind to my flock." He had to give Marble a look as she almost started snickering to that line but she was able to keep it to herself in the end. The last thing he needed right now was Quartz to get defensive or offended.

Now she was no longer so tense at least he decided to continue. Letting his breath let her know how close he was as he slowly approached before finally giving her a gentle nudge with his nose. Seeing how she was no longer locking up under his presence he started with a lick, simple and broad of a movement suited to tasting and testing more than anything. Not as well groomed and pampered as Marble but that was to be expected, it was not like he disliked the musky smell of a female either. He could not help but smile as even the simplest of movements would cause her to ah and oh so easily too, finding her much more vocal than Marble indeed. It did not take long for her taste to grow stronger as the first drops of sweet started to wash over his tongue. The taste was almost nostalgic as it had been some time since he last sat clear headed in the grass while his tongue spread the small teardrop sex of an ewe wide.

Feeling that she was ready and perhaps letting his excitement get the better of him he stood up and lifted himself up using her back. Almost slipping he stopped moving in order for her to get the right stance for his weight. Finally steady he held onto her shoulder, ever thankful for the wool being so easy to grip, as his other hand moved to guide himself. With an affectionate lick to her neck he pushed his way inside her for the first time, made easier by the lengthy tongue work but causing her to call out from the new sensations nonetheless. Digging his claws into the ground he slowly wormed his way a little deeper before stopping to let her catch her breath.

Marble Meanwhile had been enjoying the show but felt more than a little left out. Seeing Spyro stop to let their new friend rest for a moment however gave her an idea and so with a little bit of nerves stood up and walked over. It only took a tap on Spyro's side for him to see her needy look and understand the plan as, without a word, he guided her into place with his hand. Coming into Quartz's view she stood a few steps in front of her and got into the same position, allowing Spyro to easily grab her tail and pull her to his muzzle. With the view of a thick Dragon tongue shamelessly working it's way all over a young ewe's most private areas was more than enough to distract her from her own aches. The lurid view having an almost instant effect as he could feel his new partner grow ever more hot and slick around him. She only let out the most pleasing of coos as he sank another third into her as well, too lost to the sights above and her own imagination.

Nearing the edge of his knot he pulled back to the tip, electing a sharp but pleasured bleat, before he thrust hard back inside. It was as gentle of a rhythm as he could get, with neither tip nor knot hitting her but even so the rough underside and sheer size was more than enough to cause her to sing a heated song of stuttering bleats. Gritting her teeth she let out a long hiss as he worked himself around her insides at leisure but the occasionally drop of Sheep arousal hitting her nose from above did wonders for taking the sting away. Drowning in a sea of mixed scents Spyro could only breath deep and let his mind wander. Quartz was crushingly tight but lacked all the grace of Marble who could twist, pull and push you in ways you could not imagine. Even still, he knew would one day become just as skilled. Till then she was nothing short of the tightest, plushest little piece of Sheep tail he has ever tasted. His two rhythms of rough tongue and gentle hips started to blend in his aroused state but Quartz was hardly complaining now, head resting on the ground she could only pant out hot groans into the air. It was here he hit his limit as having a muzzle full of one Sheep while his loins filled another was simply too much to keep his head straight. Withdrawing his tongue with a slurp he bared teeth and came straight into Quartz without warning, causing her to bleat softly and tense for a moment from the intense feeling of heat spreading within her.

The old pair had one last trick for Quartz however as when Spyro withdrew roughly from her he sat by her side, hands holding rear and tail in place, as Marble crept in from the side to have a taste of this new Sheep herself. Dragon seed stained her deep but it bothered Marble not as she dug her smaller muzzle into her. Copying Spyro's own movements the best she could she laid nothing back in finding every spot that would make her legs kick and breath get caught. With a nod from Spyro she withdrew tongue and bared down hard with lips instead, causing Quartz to crash into pleasure and with it her first blissful taste of release. It was powerful. Blinding the young ewe as her body collapsed into Spyro's waiting arms. One final moment to share as Spyro and Marble locked lips of their own to mix tastes new and old together.

Quartz stirred. Her head pounding from the sudden rush before she finally came back to her senses. Eyes looking around she found she was laying on Spyro's back. Being carried along the edge of the lake near the castle with Marble by his side.

"Where are we going?" She asked, lifting her head up a bit but feeling drained of energy.

"Somewhere nice to clean up" Spyro answered.

"Mhm, you want to make a habit of it." Marble joined it knowingly.

At first Quartz did not know what they meant but as the lurid memories of what they had just done together rejoined her she became aware of the mess Spyro had made. Not even wanting to look back and see what state her rear was in she instead lowered her head back down to enjoy his warmth. It was only a few minutes down the beach before they got to a nice little sandy spot overlooking the vast emerald hills that rolled on and on around them. Gingerly Spyro lifted Quartz down onto the sand before going to find a nice place to sit. Stepping into the water Quartz let out a small yipe as the water stung sensitive areas, causing a giggle from Marble who stood nearby.

"I must admit. That was far more enjoyable than what I was expecting." She began, soaking in the water. "Really showed me some Dragon hospitality." A joking tone followed by a bit of soft laughter that seemed to be almost strained.

As Marble came to wash her back Quartz could not help but shake her head, it was going to be some time before she could get used to being in a flock let alone a flock of two crested Sheep and a Dragon of all things. Her last group, the Gnorc warband, was hardly normal but she had grown up with them at least. Hearing Spyro enter the water Quartz cocked an eyebrow at the bottle of oily liquid he was holding but did not complain, especially when she found it both smelled amazing and left her feeling so soft. A luxury she had never had before. Stepping out onto the beach she shook some of the water off. Looking down at the prints left in the sand and then to Spyro.

"So what do you two normally do now?" Quartz asked unsure of her place in the world. Spyro and Marble gave look to each other, never really considering what kind of schedule they had if any.

"After we clear an area of Dragons, gems and Gnorcs we just kind of chill for the rest of the day." He explained,

"Mhm we got all kinds of interesting things for you to try too." Marble added.

"Right. I am just going to follow your lead." She stood rubbing her leg nervously.

With a passing head pat Spyro did just that. Marching on across the sandy beach they headed back to the castle but before they left Quartz took them to the makeshift room she had been staying at within the castle, a fairly bare room but with several small Gnorc gadgets and machines she wanted to take a long.

Once packed up, and a promise give to explain what they did later, they then headed through the portal back into the Artisans. Spyro explained that she must not let on that she is Toasty since a lot of Dragons most likely would not trust her but other than that just relax and take in the sights of the dragon world. His first location of choice being the Town Square for it's beautiful sights of the ocean and later on Sunny Flight for the best sunsets. On the way however they passed Nestor who could only shake his head.

"Another one my lad? I do hope this is not becoming a thing." Spyro let out a chuckle.

"Quartz here helped me defeat Toasty and IS another rare crested so I thought it would be nice to take her a long and show the sights at least." Words mostly true.

"WellIbe. Finding two crested in a month, when Gnasty is defeated I will have make sure to check over the Artisans for more my lad." Next he leaned down a tad and extended a hand to Quartz. "As for you. Welcome to the Dragon Islands."

Looking at his hand for a moment she gave a confused look to Spyro who in reply pointed to one of her hooves. Gently she extended a leg. Almost yiping when Nestor grabbed it to give her a firm but warm shake. With a quick 'thank you sir' given as reply she retreated back to Spyro's side to mull over how Dragons greet each other. Watching the two Dragons talk but not taking in what they said till finally Spyro gave a nod and headed on his way.

Even these simple hills was amazing to her. The polished stone towers, the pond, it was beautiful and clean unlike the Gnorc cities she had grew up near. The air did not stink nor did it burn her throat while the water was just the same, crisp and natural. She had come expecting barren lands where giant fire breathing beasts would devour or violate anything that came too near, or both, and even after meeting Spyro and Nestor she still had her tail firmly down and eyes darting around. Soon they was standing in front of the portal to Town Square, with Marble going first but Quartz seemed hesitant at the strange magic. Placing a hand on her back Spyro gave her a comforting look, reassuring that there is nothing to worry about. Taking a breath with her Spyro walked beside Quartz through the gateway.

Landing on the cobbled streets Quartz stood in amazement. A Dragon city. Not corrupted, ruined or toxic but shining. With colorful paint and intricate carvings outlining tall but modest buildings that seemed to glow in the sun. Even from here she could see Dragons walking about as they please, the wind carrying a scent of several fresh foods that she could not even name.

"We are going to go grab a few things for later so when you're done exploring meet us by the fountain." Spyro explained, pulling an odd face to Marble when he mentioned the fountain that caused her to blush a bit.

With a nod from Quartz who was barely listening at this point they headed off. Quartz meanwhile simply stayed near the entrance as for now she was just enjoying the surroundings. It was when her curiosity to know what the rest of the town looked like won over she finally headed out herself. With the sharp click of hooves on stone she moved forward. The Dragons sitting or walking about not even paying her much attention other than the occasional glance and smile. Compared to Gnorc towns it was so much more quiet but also slower pace as everybody seemed to wander as they please with nowhere to be. Carrying on she stopped to look at a number of things from a pair sitting on plush cushions chatting with an unknown hot drink to tall Dragons sitting in what seemed to be market stalls selling all kinds of things. One of which even called her over to give her a bag of what he called "sticky breads," a reward apparently for helping Spyro to free them.

Along a path and up some stairs later she sat under a tree for shade from the increasingly hot sun. Taking a breath she wondered what her new flock mates was up too but it would not be long till she found them. Till then, she had some Dragon food to work out. Opening the bag she found what appeared to be indeed bread but not the hard grey she was expecting. This was a light golden brown, soft and with a smell not burnt but sweet. Some had a coating that was barely able to be seen, others a full painting of white or pink. All of which sticky, as the name suggested.

With the very smell of such things causing her to drool uncontrollably she took a hefty bite to start. Then two more. She sat nearly in shock with what she just tasted. Everything about this food so simple and cheap that one Dragon gave it away for free as a small token of thanks was better than any Gnorc meal she had ever had. By the time she went for another bite it was gone, eyes turning on the whole bag she was given...

She let out a pleased groan. Rolling over in a sticky stupor to get back onto her legs as it was time to meet up with Spyro and Marble but finding every movement slowed. She stretched, shaking off some of the stiffness in her joints before heading back down the path she came from. Heading straight quickly led her to a much more open area and in the distance, a fountain. Spyro being easy to spot from any distance thanks to the gold and purple but as Quartz headed forward she then caught sight of Marble. The both of them was leaning over the side of the fountain. Talking and joking about something but there seemed to be more to it. The looks was different, the occasional nuzzle or physical contact as one would lean into the other. More than simple physical attraction or friends but what she could not name.

Spyro was first to notice his newest Sheep coming closer but she had a look that was half lost in thought and confused.

"What is up Quartz? Did not have a good walk?" He asked, hoping that nothing went wrong but she shook her head.

"I want you to do those things to me. That you do to Marble?" The question quiet, making Spyro think what exactly he did to one that he did not to another. Then he grinned.

Leaning in he gave her head a nuzzle with his own to find her mouth covered in glaze and, not about to pass up the opportunity, gave her mouth a lick. She looked surprised but turned soft as he pressed on to cleaning her before pushing his glazed tongue more forward. Not even sure what they was doing Quartz only knew it felt very nice as he probed around her confection stained teeth.

"Like that?" He asked with a grin while licking some excess sugar off his lips.

In reply she simply stood up on her hind legs to kiss him again, a mad grin breaking out on the young Dragon as she threw any concept of dignity to the wind. Like a starving beast she pressed herself to him, tasting, sucking or nibbling every inch of his maw but it was only as he slid a hand down her back to grab some fluff that Marble spoke up.

"Spyro, Quartz. As much as I would love to see you continue we are starting to get some looks." She whispered by his side and breaking away from Quartz Spyro could see what she meant. Several Dragons was either taking notice or pretending not to.

With a Sheepish grin of his own for getting out of hand he broke away from Quartz to try and casually walk away. The pair of ewes following him in the same way but even so, it was awkward for everybody.

"Time to head to Sunny Flight I think girls."

"You sure? We got a bakery down the road you could drag me through." Quartz without a trace of joking on her voice. Spyro stopped just from hearing those words as his mind went south. Looking back to find Quartz giving him such an intensely serious look sure did not help either but at least he knew that she was not going to be boring.

With much teasing from both sides he managed to get to the Sunny Flight portal just as they tackled him through it, leaving them laughing in a tangle of limbs on the other side. Even from this grassy platform Quartz could not help but look in awe of the giant crystals studding the landscape. Her gaze interrupted as Spyro picked her up onto to his back, alongside Marble, so they could get to the area he had chosen for camping.

A short glide later and they was on one of the main crystal islands, a beautiful green landscape that would soon turn golden from one of the best sunsets in the land. Best of all, there was not a Dragon around to stare. For now however Spyro placed down the enchanted storage chest to get some items ready, a fire, food, a blanket. The two Sheep meanwhile sat talking near the cliff, pleasantly exchanging bits from their life, opinions and tales of various adventures the two had gone on.

"So you just spend all night eating, mating and sleeping?" Quartz asked.

"Sometimes dancing or training but yes. We can do whatever we like." Marble replied warmly.

"Do you mind if I join you? I feel like I'm intruding..."

"You are our friend plus part of the flock I guess so do not worry, like Spyro says. We are all equal here." Quartz let out a sigh from relief as some of her more pressing worries had been answered. A surprise hug given to Marble as thanks that was quickly returned. The embrace lingering for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling but then pulled away to face her. Seeing her all relaxed and happy giving her that nice feeling again as leaned forward to kiss her but almost immediately broke it off as she felt Marble tense up.

"Sorry!" She stammered, "Was that not allowed?" She shook her head gently,

"I am new to other Sheep." Marble softly explained. With a smile she grabbed Quartz's head with her legs and continued the kiss, not wanting to have her feel awkward but also because she was curious to what this would feel like. In that one moment as soft lips met she understood why Spyro liked Sheep. How soft and fluffy they are, the gentle warmth. If not for Quartz clearly having no idea what she was doing it would have been a magical moment but even that was fixable with holding her head still and changing the pace. Quartz was quick to catch on but was surprised when Marble brought her tongue into the mix.

Just a short ways away sat Spyro, leaning on a chunk of crystal as he took in the sight of his girls getting along quite nicely. Torn for choice between watching, joining in and letting them know that food was done. A hunger pang answering his question for him. With a whistle interrupting the pair he called them over for the food. Many a plan in his mind to show Quartz the island and watch the sunset later followed by a lovely night. Until then he had all sorts for to try. From cheesy stews to spicy vegetables, all of which no doubt going to flavor her in interesting ways.

His only regret being that he had not got a bed for her to enjoy but several blankets and a pillow should be good enough for now, if they actually get to use any of it.

The sun rose over the emerald hills of Sunny Flight, reflecting off the pale blue crystals that dotted the landscape. On a cliff, on the far side of the biggest island, lay a Dragon of purple and gold sleeping contently with two balls of fluff by his sides. The white, a gentle ewe by the name of Marble who seeks to live a better life like the Dragons do. The other, a dark grey Sheep by the name of Quartz that is new to the adventure at hand but wants to have a simple, even calm, life the likes of which she had never had before. Even on this peaceful summer morning it only took for the light to shine across her to make her bolt upright and ready. Years of being on alert and in danger still taking the toll even now she was safe. She let out a frustrated sigh at waking up so early when there was no longer a need but also because Spyro had woken up from her jolt too. He was so kind to start stroking her wool to help her relax however but, she still felt bad.

"We needed to get up soon anyway to catch the balloonist." He lied with a yawn.

"Oh ok. Yesterday sure was fun though! Apart from that vinegar stuff." Quartz commented while stretching out. Just remembering was enough for Spyro to cringe, why she had thought that such a pungent and sour liquid was something you drank is truly a testament to Gnorc cooking.

While Marble was being roused awake by Spyro Quartz went to stretch her legs in the far too early sun. The chill of the night still lingered on the grass but helped to wake her up at least. Despite the abrupt morning last night had been the best night of her life, from food to dancing to just watching the the countless stars shine like tiny gems above. She liked being able to fall asleep without worry too. She took a long breath just as Spyro swooped down from above, picking her up alongside Marble.

"Oh! In a rush?" She joked.

"The rush is because I heard the Dream Weaver areas are some of the biggest. We need to get a head start!" He replied down to her while picking up speed with a beat of his wings. "Besides, we can rest on the balloon." Spyro added.

Stepping out of the gateway and into the Artisans Spyro put Quartz down while Marble slid off his back. Looking quite tired still she let out a yawn, then a sigh, it had been a while she had to wake up this early. With still blurry eyes she followed along beside Spyro, it was too early to even see other Dragons up and about yet but should could not be mad. Quartz was new and came from a bad place so she just needed to be patient with her. Focusing her eyes she took a look around. Quartz was happily following along which was good and Spyro looked tired but was trying his best to keep focused. She supposed that with an extra member to the flock he would be under some more stress to not just teach her but keep her safe in the upcoming fights. With sleep steady shaking itself from Marble she made a promise to herself to look after Quartz and try her hardest, not that she was not trying before now. Arriving at the balloonist he too could not help but cock an eye at the extra Sheep,

"I hope you do not have many more hidden away, the balloon can not carry much more." He joked in half ernest. Enough to make Quartz chuckle but she still eyed the strange floating object bobbing on the wind with doubts. It was no Gnorc boat or plane for sure.

Spyro however was feeling too tired for grace as he simply grabbed each Sheep and threw them up into the basket. The surprised bleating making an interesting chorus to the balloonist telling him to be careful. He shrugged in reply. Climbing up the side he found Marble upside down and looking rather annoyed while Quartz sat laughing to herself on the other end. Never a boring moment.

As the brightly colored vessel lifted up into the sky Quartz did not dare to look over the side. She moved gently to the center of the basket where having a Dragon on one side and Sheep on the other helped to relax her. It was still quite a bit of a tight fit actually between Spyro's wings and the combined fluff of the pair of them.

"What do you know of the first place we are heading to?" Marble spoke up, curious to what kind of land the Dream Weavers was.

"Nothing yet. Until we got up there yesterday I did not even know the name, Dark Passage." Spyro replied to which Quartz started to snicker.

"We will be fine, Spyro is quite the expert on dark passages." Quartz was barely able to get the words together before breaking down into her snickering, the infectious if crude humor causing Marble to join in as Spyro rolled his eyes. After the laughter slowed she spoke up again.

"So Marble, how did you and Spyro meet?" A simple question but one they was not proud off.

"Ehm... Long story but we met under the moonlight of the Artisans and shared an interesting moment." Words both stammered and tinged with embarrassment but Quartz got the idea, possibly a far more romantic idea than truth. It was enough to satisfy her for now as at least as she leaned back on Spyro to get a bit of rest.

Higher and Higher the balloon carried them till finally they arrived at the Dream Weavers once more. A few impressed coos from Quartz as the sight had managed to make her come closer to the edge. A good spot to quickly jump down as well as Spyro's sudden grin combined with a loud 'Time to get off' made the pair flee from his reach. A innocent look followed as he left the balloon and waved for them to follow, his grin as wide as ever as he simply loved teasing them.

Over the grassy entrance, across the earthen bridges and passed the occasional small tree they walked. Soon they stood near the first gateway, different to other portals in that the archway was a little more grand in design while the swirling magic inside that reflected the world was a magnificent night sky.

Inside it was just as they expected. The entrance being a dimly lit platform of simple stone with lamp posts at each corner. The air cool as night but not too cold thankfully. In front of them, across a small stone bridge, stood an archway carved into the side of not a mountain but a giant floating rock. The flickering torches beside them casting shadows across the stone in all directions. The inside of this hollow rock was dark and silent. Only the faint sound of rough breathing further in could be heard past the clop of hooves. As the trio approached the bridge a light shone out suddenly, a lantern, carried by a tiny strange Fool with orange hair. The room now lit showed polished stone floors and only two other creatures, a small turtle with a metal shell and a cute looking dog. Spyro was suspicious to say the least but walked closer and just as he stood on the threshold of this creepy room the Fool blew the light out.

Noises. Disgusting noises of bodies reforming could be heard in the dark and then, eyes. Two sets, glowing red and standing far more tall than the creatures that once stood there. It was enough to make Spyro stop his approach instantly while the young Ewe's beside him only stood in a greater fear. Locked in an uneasy stalemate as nobody wanted to advance when suddenly the Fool lit the lantern again. Instantly the no doubt demonic transformations was turned back into the seemingly innocent creatures. To the surprise of the others, it was Quartz who acted first. Shooting forward as quick as her legs could move her to do some overly fancy spin kick, the likes of which sent the Fool smashing into the far wall while the lantern fell to the ground. Still lit.

"Great work!" Spyro cheered as he patted her head.

"Told you I got moves." She replied, brimming with confidence but just as she spoke Spyro moved suddenly to deflect an unseen fireball. Alert she turned to just barely catch Spyro crush the metal turtle while Marble had already taken care off the small but still very evil dog that was trying to flank them.

"Right. So, plans. The lantern Fools need to be taken care off but keep the lanterns lit or else these things become stronger." Spyro began, sitting on the floor to think as his girls came closer.

"They are also quite nasty when small too." Marble added with a nod.

"So it is simple right?" Quartz added. "We just got wait for the right timing and strike quick."

With words of agreement they stood. Heading through the nearby doorway they was led out onto a ledge overlooking an area across a sizable chasm. It gave the trio some idea to where they are. Extremely high up. As the giant rocks was clearly floating so far above the clouds that even they could no longer be seen. Marble went to pick up some gems that had been tossed about while Spyro set down the chest to collect them, a very normal routine so far but new to Quartz. Who stood watching for a moment to work it out before going to help out too. Spyro for one loved having a second hand to help the collection of gems as it would only speed up the process and in turn give them more free time.

The next doorway had a room much like the last, dark till a Fool lit the lantern to which Marble sprinted out to take care of it while Quartz took care of the metal shelled turtle. The pair of them had the speed and agility that Spyro lacked while he had the raw strength, together forming a very strong combo.

"You gotta teach me how to use that body magic sometime Marble." Quartz asked as Spyro looked around for where to go next.

"I can try but your element is electricity, mine is earth." She replied while putting a hoof on her comfortingly.

"Well according to that book I found in the chest the same spell works differently to each element right? So your body buff might give me a different effect but still the same idea..." She began, excitement building up as she went. "Even if it does not make me physically stronger it would surely do something awesome!

"Well, best thing I can describe is to feel the magic inside you. Grasp it and then let it become you, just do not over do it..." Marble tried to explain before giving her a pat on the shoulder and standing up.

A whoosh of wind rang out as Spyro had found the way forward was to ride one of the magical whirlwinds that acted as elevators. It had just been deactivated for some reason. A short ride later and they came to an overlook, a balcony in the tunnel that showed the layout of this rock was built like a spiraling upwards maze that all joined in the center. The silver of pale moonlight and gold of lanterns dotted the otherwise plain stone windows, balconies and roofs of several buildings built onto the side of this central area. Working there way up was just like how it had been so far. With lantern Fools and monsters in the dark just waiting for them. Long twisting tunnels with wider rooms that only seemed to go on and on at length. Until finally they managed to find both the exit portal and a pathway that leads to the final areas of these dark halls.

Outside and now on the top of this huge hollow rock they decided to make a camp, nice enough of an area to rest after all. A few comfy pillows to sit on with a modest fire was as basic of a camp as you could name but it was all they needed. The bottomless chest Spyro carried provided everything else after all. Quartz was as quick as ever to get a nice cozy spot by fire as she all but vibrated in excitement for the upcoming food. She was still trying to get a proper palette together but already knew what tasted great or not, anything sweet or sugary being her favorite by far as well. Spyro soon came and sat down with Marble just behind. Rummaging around the chest to see what he could make today he did debate asking them what they wanted but in the end Quartz would have no idea and Marble would not mind either way. He sighed. Stew it was!

Can never go wrong with stew. He ended up making a sweeter version for Quartz and a spicer mix for Marble in the end. Quartz's smiling, content look when she would bury her muzzle into a warm bowl of the stuff was worth any of the effort in making multiple meals too. Extending a hand he wiped some of the missed food off her mouth but before he could pull away Quartz grabbed his arm. Eyes locking as she licked and sucked the sweet juice of his fingers with an increasing enthusiasm. Catching on to her game he turned to face her. Taking his free hand to cup the side of her face she let go of his arm to let him move freely. A grin broke out as Spyro played with her tongue, testing and probing the insides of her maw for enjoyment but also to see how good she can use it. Suddenly he felt a tap on his side. Looking around he found Marble wanting in on the fun, her gentle but pleading look being enough to persuade him anyday but looking back to Quartz he had a bit of an issue of who and what.

Pulling his fingers out of Quartz to help think better he wrapped an arm around each of his girls to hold them close.

"I wonder if I am in over my head with you two..." He said with a smirk before shaking his head in jest. For now some equal interest could work well he decided as he slid both hands down their backs. Marble being the quickest to catch on lifted herself up to kiss him first just as his hands reached more warmer areas. With a gasp Quartz caught on, lifting herself up to Spyro's right side to fight for some of his affection from Marble. Spyro was loving the attention as one would manage to pull the other off for only a moment before swapping around again, all the while taking in the finer details of their fuzzy underside. All too soon the playful fighting turned a little more serious when Quartz went in for a turn only to end up butting heads with Marble in a display not unlike that of rams.

"Girls..." Spyro spoke up. "There is no need to fight. In fact, how about you two have a turn?" He said with a grin to the pair that only stopped to listen before turning to look at each other. It would not be the first time Marble supposed as Quartz already began to move in.

"Much better!" Exclaimed Spyro as he gave them both the rest of his fingers as a reward. Sighing he adjusted how he was sat, despite the lovely sight in front of them the lack of a wall to lean back on was starting to give him some cramps. With a groan Spyro withdrew his hands and declined down onto his back much to the surprise of his girls who was leaning on his chest.

"Ok Quartz you go first." Spyro stated while pulling Marble onto his chest. Quartz however sat up in confusion as she thought that it was the male in these situations that performed, not the other way around. She did quickly realize that this was his way of letting her go at her own speed, which was very kind, even if she had little ideas on what to do. Spinning around she found Spyro more than ready himself and by looking at how Marble was sitting on his chest got some inspiration on how to do this. With a nervous pair of hooves placed on his belly for balance she stepped part way over him, barely enough room to even get her legs across. Taking a breath Quartz simply took a step back until she bumped into him, then, took one more. A few groans from Spyro loud enough to interrupt Marble's affections did help spur her on too but then came the second task.

"Do you mind?" Spyro asked, lowering Marble down and pointing with a finger to her tail. Quartz blushed. Not thinking her turn to try this would come so soon but it was true that they was all in this together. With hooves moving to Marble's hips for balance instead she kept a simple rocking of her own to sate Spyro. Quartz's calming breath mistaken for teasing but helped to get Marble into things. Quartz pushed forward. A broad tongue making simple passes across her, tracing the curves of her still dewy folds till she found a few sweeter spots that made the white Sheep tense up delightfully. Despite the difficulty of trying to manage the length of Dragon working it's way deeper into her as she learned the subtleties of a young ewe's sex she was loving every moment. The soft curves that widen at the bottom, the sweet scent of lavender and grass mixing beautifully with the natural perfumes of arousal that even now tempt her tongue to want more, truely amazing.

Quartz broke away with stained muzzle for a moment to pant new breath into herself. Spyro might be content letting her take it easy but it was hard work to keep rocking and moving in place even if his own small thrusts were helping more than she would expect too. In honesty she liked it more when he was the one on top, to simply lay there and take his weight as he throws it hard into her was nothing short of delightful. No time for daydreams she reminded herself as she took a second heated breath before burying her muzzle back into the alabaster ewe.

Marble meanwhile was quite enjoying herself. Caught in the middle of Spyro's long, thick tongue gracing her maw with affections the likes of which she does not get too often as a newer broad tongue danced its way inside her. His strong hands holding her in place on his chest to help take any weight of her too. She could tell Quartz was doing a good job too just from how Spyro would wince and gasp every so often. Feeling that tight winding once more returning Quartz broke off from Marble in concentration. Hips rolling in smooth circles as she dropped herself onto her Dragon's waist over and over. Panting hotly her head dropped and eyes scrunched closed from the intense feeling slowly building up inside her. Slick insides twitched around Spyro, kissing him softly and grasping him firmly while his rough scales plucked her like a harp. Smooth circles started to turn jagged as her body lost more and more control over itself when suddenly she felt it. The rhythmic pulsing and frantic twitching as Spyro finally let loose his first shot of seed into her. Instincts took over as her outsides locked while insides worked frantically to wring everything they could out of him.

"I think..." Spyro began while catching his breath. "It is Marble's turn."

As he rested for a moment Spyro watched Quartz roll of him and sit against the nearby wall to relax. The full body workout of such acts was delightfully fun but hard work Quartz decided as she sat on the refreshingly cold stone floor, leaking a healthy amount of warm Dragon cum without shame. Following suit Spyro rolled over and stood up. Carrying Marble over to said wall he pinned her up against it in order to finish the job that Quartz had started. Pre-warmed lamb was just as delicious, if not more so, than fresh he found but to make it even better Quartz herself decided to join in on the fun. Nothing more of a warm suckle outlining her fatigue as she sat against the stone wall. Being kind Spyro lowered his tail to rub her sweetly but in the end it was more of an afterthought to the tasty task at hand.

With Quartz's inexperienced but enthusiastic kisses leaving her more than warmed up she could only sit drooling as Spyro dug his way easily into her. Dragon tongue proving to be a wonder once more as within minutes Spyro had her already trying to catch her escaping breath. Marble looked up towards the stars as she felt it approach, blurry eyes causing a thousand lights to glitter beautifully as her body rocked on Spyro's maw.

Gently he placed Marble down beside Quartz to finish up with her next. A single hand on her head to steady as he gave some thrusts into her mouth. Finding his question of taste answered with an extra few inches pulled into her he let out a grin before finally bumping her nose with his knot and pouring everything he had left. Letting out a yawn he sat down with a slump next to Quartz, time well spent as he lay his head back.

Time to rest short lived however as the feeling of his girls leaning on both of his sides snapped him back. Looking down to find them having a warm moment between them with a mouthful of his own cum Nothing short of beautiful, he placed a hand on each of their heads. Spyro sat contently watching the show before him, ever grateful that he had somehow won the lottery not just once but twice. His hands slid down to appreciate what he had, Marble being first of course. She had quite some experience by now that really showed from the rhythmic way she squeezed and played with his fingers with ease. Quartz on the literal other hand was still so much more raw, tighter with a delightful twitch whenever he stroked her just right. Ah but there was the matter of the tailhole too as his fingers split off to explore.

Marble was not that type of girl unfortunately. Not minding the occasional rougher tumble but preferring far more vanilla areas, she did make up for it with how skillful her maw was. Now Quartz was still unexplored territory for the most part, always an exciting idea, but as he slipped just one digit under her tail he found not an ounce of discomfort. Interested Spyro watched Quartz's expression as he gave her a second only to find her not give even a twitch although she did cock an eyebrow when he went a whole knuckle deeper. The warm blush, the playful eyes. It lit a fire in him. But that fire would have to wait till tomorrow as sleep was already winning him over.

Far above the clouds there stood a collection of islands. Shielded with unseen magics this picturesque location was kept like that of a warm summer day, for you see, the Dragons that lived here demanded perfection in everything. The finest stone to build the greatest castles in the highest spots in the world, enhanced with the most secret of magic and surrounded with the finest flora that could be captured. Behind one such great castle there lay a garden. Shining like a treasure trove with dots of golden flowers and a sea of emerald grass. In this wonderful oasis of nature sat a Dragon of gold and purple that, if not for his slouched position and lazy eating of sticky junk food, would not look out of place in such regal halls. He watched with supportive eyes a pair of young ewes training. One with alabaster wool like shining marble and the other a deep gray as if a storm come to life. To match her stormy wool in fact was a crackling of electricity, the beginnings of a spell, that when perfected would shroud her in powerful lightning but so far would only get to that of an overcharged static.

To make it worse as soon as the magic was dispelled the small static that still clung to her would cause her wool to suddenly poof up into a mess, much to the laughter of Spyro and Marble. For the past hour she had to keep stopping to get herself brushed back into shape while getting more and more annoyed each time it happened. Finally she was trying one more attempt to conjure the electric elements before her annoyance took her, legs firmly grounded, breath steady as she focused her core. The crackles of power grew around her, brighter and louder until the very air burnt. Now at her limit she took a step forward, finding it difficult to move easily as the slightest break in focus would cause the power to escape. Another few steps later and she raised a single leg up before tapping on a stone. In a second all the power that had been collected was unleashed into the earth, cracking it in two and leaving a heated scar.

Marble was quick to prance over to give a hug but in doing so caught a small shock of left over static. Harmless but enough to cause a bleat that in turn made Spyro snicker.

"Alright girls." He started as he moved to stand up. "I think that is enough practise for today." Stretching to loosen up a cramp he poured the remaining bowl of sugary berries into his mouth. "Besides..." He stated between chewing. "We can not stay here all day." Marble and Quartz agreed. It was smart to use the early start for training but it was already getting late into the morning.

Grabbing the chest, as well as getting a drink from the river, they headed out. Along the winding path and under several stone arches until they exited the gardens. No friendly waves from the older Dragons in his realm unfortunately, just cold glances and harsh stares but at least the portal to their next destination was only a few magic whirlwinds away.

Lofty Castle. One of the grandest castles that the Dragons had ever built but this one was high up in the clouds as if just to show off. The entrance highlighted this as well. With them touching down on a small grassy island with a lovely pond that flowed into waterfalls. In front of them stood the castle. Grand and imposing in the early sun. The way into it however was far suiting that of a fortress, as you had to hop and glide along a string of islands that ran beside it, before you could even get into the courtyard.

Spyro let out a sigh as he worked out the route to go but at least he could not see any enemies for now. Climbing up the first grassy knoll he had to pick up Quartz to glide over, thankful that Marble could use her own magic to jump as it eased his gliding but upon landing several small red imps flew up from under the islands. Wielding bows they wasted no time in firing a shower of oddly sparkling arrows.

The trio broke away. The Sheep flanking around the edges of the platform while Spyro took the more direct route. His scales strong enough that only the most precise of arrows could even graze him but in turn made him slower, and bigger of a target. The imps was quick as well. As while they had tiny wings they was too small to actually be used. Instead they seemingly floated about as they pleased. In doing so however they acted too casually and let Spyro get too close. So small that a single strike was enough to poof the demon back into the gem that spawned it.

Picking up the colorful bit of treasure he looked back to see how the others was doing and found them both already victorious and collecting up the rest of the treasure. He smiled, to think that Marble used to be such a helpless thing. Walking past he gave her pat on the head and not wanting Quartz to get huffy gave her one too. With the Imps defeated he glided over to the next island but before using the magic whirlwind to enter the castle he had a curiosity in him that was burning from yesterday. He started subtle of course. A friendly wing over them as they headed along the cliff side, the occasional brush against them. Finally they stood at the whirlwind platform. Bigger and more grand than the other ones while being carved of the same finer stone that made up the walls of the fortress.

As Marble and Quartz stood to take in the sights Spyro made his move, brushing past Quartz and nuzzling Marble.

"Bit early don't you think, I thought this was more of an evening thing?" Quartz spoke up as she could tell what that look meant. He took a hand to scratch her ears gently.

"It is more of a 'whenever we want or can' type thing." Spyro explained. "If you are not up for any though..."

"Oh no no, do continue!" She quickly interrupted. The excited smile and wagging tail almost made him feel bad for wanting to give Marble the first go.

"Great, Marble be a dear and stand there if you don't mind." He explained while pointing towards the nearby cliff wall. At first she did cock an eye brow but too curious to refuse did what he said. Trotting over as she felt his eyes all over here before standing up. Leaning against the nearby wall Marble couldn't help but feel a faint blush growing on her from the rather compromising position. The warm wind blowing past was quickly replaced with far warmer breath. A strong hand grasping her tail but the first few sweet lashings of tongue was not the long thin strokes of a Dragon but instead a familiar broad sensation.

"Quartz?" She spoke looking back to find the grey ewe indulging herself while Spyro watched with a grin. His eyes watching so intently.

"Good guess." Spyro replied humorously. His grip still strong on her tail, eyes taking in every detail of his two girls. Marble bit her lip just as Quartz did the same. Tender licks contrasting the rougher nibbles that Spyro could never do with his dagger like teeth. But just as the first few drips of sweet dew fell onto the stone floor below she broke off.

With a surprise pull from Spyro dragging her a few steps back away from the wall and back down to all fours Marble felt him release her tail. The grip of one hand being replaced by two on her back now but anything more would have to wait as she felt the back of Quartz's head on her sex. The grey ewe deciding that Spyro deserved a taste as well but it only served to rile Marble up more. Every thrust she could feel through Quartz made her long for her own turn. Every bump back into her rear only fanning her fires when finally she felt Quartz move.

There was no hesitation from Spyro. No need for any either as there was no resistance to her at this point. A single smooth movement pushed him to the knot already as Quartz watched from the floor between the mess of limbs, every thrust raining down sweet juices onto her face. While she was loving the view of seeing Spyro plunge into Marble over and over, his knot smacking her so roughly, so sweetly, she also did lack any hands to enjoy herself. With her desire for more growing she carefully pulled herself from the tangle of limbs to find her own pleasure. Unfortunately Spyro was too preoccupied with the satin grip of experienced Sheep sex to focus on anything more but Marble was thankfully less distracted as Quartz gave her ear a tug. Opening her eyes to see Quartz's hungry look she understand good enough for what she wanted, especially when she turned around to present herself, but Spyro had other ideas as he leaned down to whisper in Marble's ear. Such naughty ideas.

From his wooly pedestal he could see everything Marble did as well. Starting out just as normal with burying her panting muzzle into the grey Sheep's slick sex but with more enthusiasm than normal. Her nose pressed hard to her as she pushed her tongue as far into Quartz as she could go, causing the grey ewe to cry out hotly from the rough treatment. Scraping along her she withdrew to move her attentions a little higher up. Spyro so kind to hold Quartz's tail nice and high as Marble struck herself into Quartz's tailhole. A surprised but heated bleat ringing out as the faint blush grew crimson, her legs twitched as she was held in place from the hand holding her. Her front legs eventually gave out as she rested her head on the floor and drooled onto the stone while warm rivers of her own arousal ran down her legs to stain the floor. Just as her eyes lost focus to the world around her, body screaming to be filled, Marble stopped. The hand on her tail still holding firm when suddenly she saw Marble take a wobbled walk over to the wall next to her. Sitting herself down with a wet splop as the generous donation from Spyro flowed freely down onto her tail.

Looking over to Quartz she panted a "your turn" before Quartz was pushed forward. Spyro's claws digging into the stone wall above her as Marble placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder. Leaning in Marbled whispered a heated "take a breath" just as Spyro pushed a good half of himself straight under her tail.

There was but a moment of stinging as her body felt for the first time a whole new kind of mating. Every push made her entire body light up with a deep tingling, her soaked back legs rubbed together in an attempt to bring any feeling back into them. Even Spyro could feel how unsteady she was as he took a hand to firmly hold her side, his other scoring the wall while taking his weight off her. Quartz did not even realize Marble was kissing her until Spyro's knot smacked into her hard enough to jolt her back into the world. She felt so full, stretched so very wide. Every inch of him, every detail, was so vivid. So very hot. Meanwhile Marble was only pushing her further down into an abyss of pleasures, kissing, nuzzling, when finally she realized she could taste herself on her. Smell her own arousal that painted the white Sheep's muzzle but this was not the extent of what Marble had in store. As soon as she recovered from Spyro's assault she took a fresh breath and stood up. Walking along as she dripped a white trail behind her Quartz could only stand and wait to see what she was about to do. Her answer quickly came as Marble latched onto the young ewe's sex and suckled her most sensitive of areas without warning. Quartz could only cry out, body spasming as she got a taste of something she had no idea could even exist but just as she was losing her mind to this onslaught Spyro pressed firm with one thrust and found himself caught. Knot somehow sinking in this narrow passage and finding himself too lost to the crushing, sucking heat of her rear he only pushed forward in want of more.

Quartz came as Spyro flooded her insides with his seed. Mind blacking out as Marble retreated from the pair, giving Spyro room to step back and sit down to catch his breath while tied.

"That was a fun idea. we should do this again sometime." Marble spoke softly as she gave Spyro a kiss on his cheek.

"Sounds good." Spyro replied while careful shifting himself into a more comfy position, "Do you mind scouting ahead? We need to find some water..." He continued nodding to Marble's rather sticky wool. Quartz come back to her senses only a few minutes later, stirring from her almost drunken stupor to find herself stuck.

"Good morning." Spyro commented humorously but quickly turned more caring. "You ok? I never expected you to take that so easily."

"I will be fine once I can feel my legs again." She cracked, looking up to him with a cheesy smile that only helped to put him at ease. Laying back they held each other close. The waiting period when it came to Dragon anatomy was not fully a downside as it did give time to rest and think between rounds. The biggest downside was that in turn it made even quickies into something for more lengthy. Spyro let out a yawn.

"Ok, you ready?" He asked while his hands moved to grip her waist. With a nod from Quartz he continued. "On three." and started to count.

1...

2...

But before he got to three he pulled out hard anyway, the surprise helping her to not even feel the pull. Now freed they could part and stand up, ready to continue the adventure as soon as they find a place to clean up in.

Marble came back still moist from whatever water source she had discovered, she explained that there was a river in the courtyard and that she had even taken care of some of the Gnorcs. With compliments from Spyro leaving her feeling proud she led them onwards but found herself unable to not stare at Quartz's slightly wobbling walk. Did she also walk like this whenever Spyro would rub out a few rounds with her? No wonder the other Dragons had caught on so quick. Not to mention the smell. Even with a nose far duller than a Dragon's she could quite clearly smell something musky on the wind, an interesting and almost pleasant scent.

The courtyard was made up of a lower round grassy area with a higher up level made of a circular stone platform connected with two stone bridges to each wall. In the center of this platform there was a swirling pool of water that flowed down into the grass area, across the land like a river, before finally falling over the edge of the floating island. Some kind of water generator most likely to keep things green Marble guessed. A quick hop down and they was already in the river. Quartz being the first to jump in while Spyro took a more gentle step down into the water, all the while Marble simply sat on the bank to take in the scenery. She was trying to at least. Her eyes kept wandering back to the pair in the water. Biting her lip as Spyro would run his hands over Quartz, nothing more than washing and yet... Marble could not help herself as Quartz stood on the bank getting a hot breath blow dry. She just had to know.

Walking over she let out a simple, "excuse me" as she walked around the pair, electing some confused looks but nothing compared to the shocked looks of what came next. Without warning or shame for that matter she grabbing Quartz's backside with her legs, slammed her nose onto her sex and inhaled with everything her lungs could hold. Quartz stood in shock with a face of pure red as Spyro sat nearby with the biggest most awe inspired grin he had ever had. Marble meanwhile just pulled away content.

"I think I understand Dragons a bit more now." She stated almost drunkenly as she walked past to throw her head into the nearby river. She could hear the pair talking but could not make out what, no doubt nothing bad but she could not believe what she just did. With a tap on her flank she popped her head up but could only manage to half look from her embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it Marbles." Spyro spoke softly, "I have done worse after all." He finished with a shrug that should only agree with. An odd craving for such things was hardly the worst that they had done before now.

Awkward situation now defused and Quartz's offer to return the favor to make her feel better noted for later they set out again. The castle doors was locked tight unfortunately but there was a way around. Back up to the round platform the other bridge took them outside of the walls again and down a path that led to a couple of towers.

"Mage spires." Spyro called them. Powerful constructs that funnel magic energy into them allowing for grand spells to be weaved with greater ease. It certainly felt like it as upon entering it they could feel the very stone tremble underneath them. Books of all sizes and shapes lined the walls, some so dull and dusty that they looked near to falling apart while others was pristine and glowed with runes.

In the center of the tower there was a magic whirlwind for quick movement to the top and a spiraling staircase around the outside. While they did debate looking over and even taking some books they decided that the Dream Weaver Dragons was already moody enough without ancient tomes going missing. Speaking of such, they found one such Dragon in crystal at the top of the tower.

With a sigh Spyro touched the crystal to free him.

"Ah! That is so much better." The elder spoke. "My name is Useni young ones, feel free to read any books and I must say thank you again." They was taken back. The first Dragon in the Dream Weavers to actually be friendly with them.

"Thank you sir but ehm don't you care we are not Dragons?" Marble asked shyly.

"Not at all! Before I became a Dream Weaver I used to be part of the Beast Makers you see. I have met and lived among so many Crested at this point that it would foolish to hate them." Useni explained. "Just try to ignore the others, they are a bit old fashioned."

With the discovery that not all of the Dream Weavers are so harsh brightening their mood they said their goodbyes and headed to the outside of the tower. Marble letting out a cheery squee as she caught sight of how they are going to get into the castle, a charge ramp. Of course Quartz had not yet used one of these and so did not yet share Marble's enthusiasm, although Spyro's explanation did make her a little excited. Quartz was not a fan of flying like Marble was but she did love going fast. The jumps as well was quite easy to make so there was little risk of falling. Seeing her enjoying the running about he made a note to one day take her to Tree Tops for some real racing, as long as those creepy monkeys stay away.

Within a minute more they had reached the end of the winding path and launched themselves through a window into the castle. The room they landed in was interesting. With an outside ring to walk on and a center floating platform that seemed to crackle with magic energy. Even more amazing was what was below. A pool of glowing purple liquid, aether maybe but to actually distill it into a liquid form was nothing short of a godly feat. The Gnorcs most likely would not even know what this stuff is but if they got their hands on it then it would spell disaster nonetheless. Spyro could only feel relieved as he looked around the room. There was no enemies and the door was 'locked' with magic runes that only a Dragon could open. Heading out said door it led to a corridor and down that a large entrance like room that other passages connected to. For now however they just needed to open the front door. A task somewhat easier said than done as the giant stone slabs acting like doors could not be opened by hand and the winch nearby required two people to operate.

It is harder than you think to work a device made for hands without any but between Marble and Quartz they found four hooves could just manage to do the trick. The double doors creaked slowly open to flood the polished halls with sunlight but in doing so only revealed how neglected it was. The grand gems studded into the pillars was dusty, the once fine fabric that snaked its way along the marble floors had faded with age. It was sad to see such a place that would have once been beautiful now fade into age. With the castle cleared and Dragons freed they headed back along the faded halls to where the exit should be. The sun was high in the sky by now but that still would leave them with plenty of time to return to the gardens camp for some relaxation. The exit portal they found was sitting on a floating island serving as a sort of gardens alongside a huge fountain, quite a grand exit befitting this once regal castle.

Once back into the Dream Weavers hub realm they headed straight back to camp. Not being welcome anywhere else and not having the time to head to other Realms left them stuck to try and find some peace here instead. After a long day of rescuing and treasure hunting it was nice to return to a fire heated pond and stuff yourself on rich food after all.

"Spyro, what was that 'aether' stuff you was muttering about before?" Quartz asked staring at the thick soup that was only just starting to heat up.

"You don't know about aether? It is one of the basics of using magics." Spyro replied a bit perplexed although it did confirm that Gnorcs had no concept of it. "Well alright. It is basically a pool of energy inside all things, when you use magic you burn off a bit of it as fuel. This is why using too much is dangerous and just draining it too quickly can have side effects." Spyro explained. Quartz was fascinated with the concept of this mysterious energy.

"That purple stuff was aether right? So it is a liquid, like blood?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Not quite. Only magic can even find it inside the body and it's normally a very unseen, un... feeling thing. That pool is when you use a ritual to pull aether out of something and distill it into a physical thing but the amount there was a bit shocking." Spyro continued. "But to take the safe amount of aether from a grand master would give maybe a bottle of liquid and there was an entire lake in that tower." Spyro finished his explanation but his words started to sink into himself too. Making a note to ask some of the other Dragons about this he gave the soup a stir.

For the first time since Quartz joined the team she did not wake up at the crack of dawn. A delightful fact for Spyro and Marble as it meant they could at least sleep in till more presentable morning times.

Sitting around the campfire Quartz was making her own idea of Coffee as Spyro and Marble worked on the plan for today. The next area to clear was a flight level, and the first one for Quartz too, but the issue was that this location was brutally cold. The aptly named "Icy Flight" was nothing but harsh blizzards and biting snow.

"Does that mean there would be no Gnorc planes?" Marble asked.

"Possibly, they might have other things though." Spyro replied to which Marble gave a thoughtful nod. Between the factories, planes and boats the flight worlds was often some of the most heavily defended.

"What kind of things does this place have?" Quartz chimed in. "I mean, the last one had powerful and rare crystals so the Gnorcs was setting up a mining base, does this place have anything you know. Cool?" The pun making Spyro almost groan but she did have a point.

"Unfortunately I do not really know. The Dragons around here are not going to tell us anything and I have never been to this place before." He explained before his expression fell. "I just hope the lighthouses are still up. Without them the whole area would only grow colder till the entire place freezes."

Quartz came over with the drinks. An odd mix of strong coffee, creams and topped with what seems to be powered chocolate that she had been obsessed with lately. Spyro shrugged, it looked nice and nearly everything in it was sweet so how bad could it be. Taking a sip he found it delightfully hot and as sweet as a brick of sugar but by the elements did it wake him up right quick. Marble looked like her eyes was going to explode out of her head just from the first mouthful of the stuff while Quartz just drank it like it was water. Shaking his head to try and focus past the buzzing in his brain he stood up, thanking Quartz for whatever she just made but maybe less sweet next time... just a bit. Now for the first challenge of the day, getting to the portal. Normally this would not be hard but the only way to get to this one was to go through the castle and since the Dragons around here was so cold to their presence as to not even offer a room to sleep in he had doubts of just walking through.

At least the gardens they was camping in was close as they rounded the corner and headed down the shady path that would take them to the castle entrance. As pleasantly warm of a day as it always was thanks to the bubble of magic making it so but the grey clouds forming outside did forecast rain.

The castle was as lovely as ever. Beautiful greens and blues with marble and gemstones. The halls tall and long as they stretched their way along while being illuminated by pale blue light crystals. They had expected to see one of the Dragons to ambush them along the way but so far they had not seen anyone.

"I wonder if they are still asleep?" Marble asked, voice quiet just in case they was.

"Well... they are old." Quartz replied electing a chuckle from them both.

Spyro on the other hand only counted it as lucky. They only had to get to the main hall and head along the sky bridge to the floating island where the portal stood but at the same time he could not help but shake his curiosity. What else was in this castle? What was the kitchens like? He could try and sneak around to see but that would risk not being able to make it to the portal. With a sigh of annoyance he headed forwards.

The main hall was quite big, really quite big. With a dozen doors at least lining every wall, each one made of grand wood, but they was here for something else. Up the center stairs and along the bridge that led outside they made it to the island.

Normally Marble would be the first to leap through the portal but this time Spyro wanted to be careful. Quartz while slow was a great help in flying combat since her electric orb shots was fast and strong but Marble was more of a grounded fighter as all of her abilities was melee. They sat down to try and think of how she could use her abilities in a more aerial environment. Her armor was heavy and could only bind to herself, the strength magic was great but did not allow her to fly but as Quartz and Spyro was debating what to do Marble herself came up with an idea.

"Hey Spyro." She spoke up. "Do you still have that big pouch of sand we used for practise?" He thought for a moment but nodded, it was in the chest somewhere. Curious he helped her dig it out to which she opened it and ran her hooves through it a few times.

"Ok..." She began. "I learned how to do this a while ago but saw no use in it." As she spoke she took a bunch of sand and threw it into the air but instead of falling it stayed where it was like a dusty cloud. "I can only hold something as light as this for a few seconds too but I figured that if we was about to be hit I could use this to block it right?" Just as finished explaining the sand fell back down.

"That could work..." Spyro commented while wondering what else she knew how to do.

"It is also really amazing! We really need to do it more." Quartz said while giving spyro a nudge to his side. It was blunt enough to break him out of his focus but seeing his confusion she continued before he could ask. "You have not noticed my magic is twice as strong since we started having those lovely little breaks? I have nearly learned a whole new kind of spell in a few days while my first one took me 5 years!" Both Marble and Spyro could only take looks between each other as they realized what that could mean in the long term but if it meant she could learn magic faster Marble was more than ok with it, as was Quartz.

With both Sheep on his back, Quartz facing forward and Marble on the back, they went through the portal. Falling out of the portal into the frigid air felt like jumping through a frozen glass wall, every breath aching on the inside as Spyro went low across the water.

With the sight of the first lighthouse coming into view his fears was quickly realized. The fire magics within had been turned off and thus left the area to only grow colder over time. Thankfully there was a easy fix. A single passing puff of fire breath ignited the magic within not only causing the glass topped tower to flare into light but needed warmth. As he passed a glint of gold caught his eye on the cliff side. A golden armored chest used to keep huge amounts of gems inside, each one set up by the Gnorcs but why they chose to scatter them instead of locking them up was anyones guess.

The ravine they flew through continued just so. Snaking his way from lighthouse to chest with Quartz getting some target practise in herself. Apart from the intense cold it was not difficult but still time consuming, especially if they missed one along the way. Eight towers lit and eight chests destroyed, with Quartz keeping score of 5-3 in Spyro's favor, and they reached the end of the ravine. Instead of a rocky cliff wall however they found that there was train tracks peeking out between two tunnels in the island, a clear hint to Gnorc buildings and a clue to where to go next.

Swooping left into the pale tunnel Spyro followed the tracks hoping that no train came along but thankfully the tunnel was quite short and they soon exited back out into the frigid air once again. This time in a small enclosed cove where a beautiful blue lake stood. A tall building of dull brick built into the side of the cliff ahead opened up to greet them with several Gnorcs flying using huge spinning propellers. One of them shot out of the sky by a sheeky electric orb from Quartz while another crashed into the water below in an attempt to dodge the wreckage. Two more fell as Spyro cut past in a blaze of hot wind, overheating the engine that needed the cold of this world to function but also igniting the Gnorc as if to add further insult.

Spyro did not stop however. His goal was not the helicopter Gnorcs trying to scramble but instead the hanger door behind them that was starting to close. The Gnorcs had no idea till they noticed the Dragon not turn but instead picked up speed, no chance of stopping him now they watched in horror as he slipped between the doors just as they came to a close.

Skidding to a halt Marble went flying off him and straight into a Gnorc engineer while Quartz fired the last shot she could summon for now straight into a far fuel tank. The resulting explosion bathing half the hanger in sticky fire as Spyro stood amazed.

"8 for the hanger idea but 4 for the landing." Quartz spoke as she hopped off his rough scaly back. Back legs almost numb from sitting on something so hard for so long but at least the spines was not sharp too.

"I think it worked well." Marble replied as she smashed a Gnorc straight through the elevator doors.

"Right. Ok guys, in the basement should be the main fuel store that gets piped all over this place, we hit that and no more Gnorc base." Quartz explained as she took a wobbly walk over to Marble, still amazed at how strong she was with that magic but also glad to have her as well. The elevator however was a fight fit. With two fluffy Sheep and a Dragon there was barely room to breath let alone stand but thankfully the odd position was not any more embarrassing than what they did to each other already.

Marble was first out of the doors as it opened. Her speed allowing her to easy take care of the few Gnorcs around the elevator while Quartz and Spyro untangled themselves. The room was some kind of storage area, with containers on the ground and many pipes twisting their way in and out of the walls but what was noticeable was the air. It was thick, sour even. To Quartz nothing new but for Marble and Spyro it was like trying to breath underwater.

"Quartz..." Spyro started between breaths as he covered his mouth. "How are we going to explode this without getting caught in it?"

"We just have to overload it, I know how so just keep me covered." Quartz replied as she trotted around the various metal containers and whirring machine. Understanding Spyro turned to go watch the elevator while Marble stuck more close to the grey Ewe. There was no more Gnorcs it seemed around but occasionally did have some tricks. Marble watched closely as Quartz ran up to a big clanking machine with dozens of pipes going in and out of it, pressing buttons here, levers there, it was more complicated than other machines.

Spyro meanwhile had been waiting at the elevator when suddenly Quartz, followed by Marble, came running like their tails was on fire. The panicked expression and constant yelling to get in the elevator only serving to confused him but he did what they said still. Crammed in the small box with hooves and muzzles sticking into more tender areas he spoke up about what the rush was.

"We have like... 40 seconds till it blows, did I forget to mention that?" Quartz replied Sheepishly. While difficult they did manage to shift around so they was on his back in preparation of the escape and by a stroke of luck the left over Gnorcs outside had opened the doors to come after them only for Spyro to swoop past at speed. The trio watched, at a nice distance, as the doors just managed to close before the entire ground shook and black smoke poured out of the vents to the fortress. Spyro being the first to break down into laughter but quickly joined by his girls.

With a beat of his wings he headed across the lake and down a tunnel in pursuit of the trains. The sooner they get these destroyed the sooner they could get back into the warmth of the Dream Weavers again after all. But after long minutes of following the tracks they only managed to find one train, thankfully quickly destroyed thanks to Quartz's long range shot, but there was still several more to get. The tunnels made it impossible to track them from above and they had to rely more on sound and luck to find the rest. It was after the 3rd train was destroyed that Marble spoke up, the cold was just too much for her. Too far from the exit portal Spyro instead landed on the snowy island. A beat of his wings clearing the still frigid ground while a breath of fire light a fire for them. Just as they hopped off him to go seek warmth however he took off again, shouting down that he would return soon before flying off. Even with their wool providing some defence from the cold and the lighthouses now relit it was getting later into the day, every passing minute bringing the deathly chill of night closer to them.

Spyro was at least quick to return. Bringing with him as much spare oil soaked wood from the wreckage of the nearest train that he could carry. As soon as it touched the tiny fire it exploded into a plume of heat. Spyro landed happy in that his girls would not have to be cold for the moment but even so wrapped his wings around the pair of them as further shielding from the wind.

"At least this is the last ice world..." Spyro mentioned trying to make some small talk but Marble only nodded while Quartz let out a yawn. His expression grew soft at how weary the pair of them was but it had been a long day full of fighting after all. With the once hot fire now flickering dimmer he decided that it was time.

"Come on girls, ready to go?" His question full of care as he would rather get them out of his icy wasteland sooner rather than later. They agreed too and so with sluggish movements stood up and climbed onto this back once more to depart. Spyro now more careful not to go too fast lest he knock them off he made sure his wings was steady. At night this place would be one of the most beautiful as a vibrant veil of lights would span the sky and snake it's way around the snowy island. But the cold was apparently too much for non Dragons, a fact that he constantly worries about lest he one day take them to somewhere that they could never survive for a minute.

Arriving back into the warmth of the Dream Weavers was like jumping into a pool of scalding water. Skin flushed with heat as the ache of muscles defrosting replaced the numbness several times over. The two young ewes did not realize they was still lying on his back nor did they noticed him placing them down on a comfy little blanket next to a fire. Sitting nearby Spyro watched with caring eyes as they rested in a shallow slumber. To see breathing becoming steady while frigid bones regained some warmth made him finally relax himself. Spyro's gaze moved to focus on the pot that he had been sorting out for food, giving it a shake to see powdered sugar fall out of it. He smiled at Quartz's love for all things sweet even if she did get things rather sticky.

Some time later thanks to the interesting smell of food nearby Marble was the first to wake up.

"What's cooking?" Marble asked as she lifted her head up off Quartz's side. Looking far more lively now but her movement had caused Quartz to start to wake up too.

"Glassroot hotpot." Spyro stated casually as he lifted the lid off the hanging stone pot to check how it was cooking. Marble and Quartz both could only exchange a look, trying to find some semblance of an explanation but neither of them had heard of that one before.

"Glassroot..." He continued without letting them ask. "Is a really brittle odd root that grows through very hard ground but when boiled becomes much more tasty." He explained as he spooned out some into bowls. The pair staring somewhat on how thick it was. Trying to eat it was even more weird as while it did have the normal tasty bits of veg or meat the pale purplish gravy was barely a liquid. At least it did make it impossible to spill.

Marble was the first to try it out since she had lived with him the longest and did have more of an appreciation for Dragon cooking. With drinking it out of the question and the lack of hands making tools like spoons to be useless she opted to lick it instead. It was like that ice cream she once tried but hot and even thicker however the taste was indeed very nice. Well seasoned in a way that made her feel warm and content even if it was strange in texture. With Quartz seeing Marble happy with it she joined in as well while Spyro could only feel relieved, his cooking was hardly the best but even so they ate everything he made like it was perfect.

Spyro let out a sigh. With the sun going down it had been a long day, long and far too cold, but even still they had stuck with him. His gaze moved to watch them as Quartz had tried to help Marble with getting some of the sticky gravy off her mouth but only ended up in a playful fight. It elected a quiet laugh from him as while Marble was his fiery little pillow Quartz only seemed to add even more chaos into the mix, even if her jokes was terrible. In fact no, that only made it better. Spyro's mind wandered for a bit. In a few days the last general of Gnasty would be defeated and in a few more days he too will fall. After that what was going to happen? This entire situation had already spiralled so far out of control. He sighed, at least there was other Dragons who supported the relationship of them. Would they still support it if it became permanent though. His eyes looked up from his daydreams now full of a resolve as in that moment he made a choice that would change everything.

Marble woke up. Not because of sweet-smelling food or from Quartz waking with a jolt, nor did she wake up with Spyro nosing around for some early morning delight. No, she woke up for once just because of the early sun now pouring down from above at a still reasonable hour of the morning. The first thing she noticed was that Spyro was missing but he had left breakfast sitting nearby. Stretching out Marble gave Quartz some firm nudges to rouse awake before standing up to see what her lovely Dragon had left. Berries and cream. She huffed, he was definitely up to something but what would have to wait as just as she took a mouthful Spyro arrived back into camp with a cheery good morning. He explained that he had gone to find where the next portals were but ended up getting side tracked. Furthermore, that one very kind Dragon Useni from the mage spires had asked them for a meeting when they were ready.

Marble of course was excited to have been invited to a Dragon meeting, even if it was with just one Dragon while Quartz was just curious to know what was going on. Enough, in fact, to make haste in finishing breakfast and all but skipping along on their way.

The meeting spot, unfortunately, was not in the castle but instead one of the middle floating islands, a quiet little grassy spot that spoke more of a friendly meet up than some formal one.

"Welcome young ones." The old Dragon spoke as he waved to them to sit down. "I will get to the point if you do not mind, I wish to help you defeat the final general of Gnasty. Jacques." His words were slow and well placed but behind them there seemed to be an annoyance, almost a lack of patience. "I have never thought the Dream Weavers to be bad Dragons. Rude, old fashioned, or maybe just tired but never malicious. However, they were willing to let you fight that Jacques without even the slightest bit of information..." He stopped to take a sip of his tea that was placed nearby while his gaze only seemed to get angrier. "Doing so could have gotten you killed. These old Dragons might have ended up dooming the only one who could save us and for that I will not forgive them."

"I am sure we could have done fine without them..." Spyro spoke up in an attempt to defuse the tension but Useni only shook his head.

"If or not something happened is not the point my young Dragon, it is rather the issue that they did nothing to help but let's move on from that for now. I have information to help you defeat that monster, from the area it lives in to how it fights." Marble was quick to speak up in thanks, with Quartz nodding in agreement too.

"Now." Useni continued. "Jacques has taken up a realm that was under construction. It is a castle in the middle of a rather active volcano. But lava and heat aside what is worse is his bodyguards. Jacques has somehow obtained the power of the Nightmare, my young friends."

He stopped to take another sip of tea. "It is a powerful but purely destructive type of magic that mutates everything into an awful version of itself and he has used it to turn his Gnorc forces into disgusting, twisted monsters..." He stopped to think for a moment, his eyes closing as if to calm himself for what was about to come next. "I ask you Spyro, keep your Sheep friends close. Jacques is not like other generals or even Gnorcs. He has no concept of morality and no idea of what mercy is. He will make you suffer beyond all mortal reason just because he can and finally, I have heard that he has another form befitting that of a nightmare but nobody alive has ever seen it." Finishing his warning he took a breath and grabbed his tea. "When you are ready I will explain as much of the area that I can as well." He said before taking a sip to which Spyro gave him a nod. Glad that he had at least one Dragon willing to help out against this no doubt dangerous foe.

After some time of discussion, planning and a nice cup of tea for the road they entered the portal to fight Jacques. The first noticeable thing was of course the heat. Even the entrance was a dry grassy cliff overlooking a lake of lava while just ahead stood two huge stone pillars leaking lava. It was beautiful in its own right, and very impressive beside that. The "in construction" part of the realm quickly presented itself however as there was no path forward. In between these two great, but still unfinished pillars, was nothing more than a sheer cliff drop into the middle of the volcano, with markers and small stone supports showing that one day a mighty bridge would stand. Until then they would need to find another path around and thankfully there seemed to be a side path to the right of the rightmost pillar. A rough path nestled between the lava leaking tower of stone and the cracked cliffside.

And then they saw it. Sitting on a small stone pedestal that was in the middle of the path was a deformed creature. With huge long arms that ended in a pincer, the body so soft and fat that it covered the legs like a dress as it sagged down. The oddest thing of all was that in one misshapen claw it carried a flower, a single red flower, that it would occasionally sniff from almost delicately but the action would serve to look more unnatural. It seemed to be short sighted or not caring as despite having a clear view of them it did not even acknowledge them, something that the trio was thankful for as it gave them time to ready.

The three-pronged assault is a powerful and simple tactic. Where the front-line force, Spyro, is the big heavy wall to take the brunt of the attack hopefully without harm while two smaller forces flank both sides to annihilate the enemy. In this case, Marble went right and low, using her physical magic to gain a level of speed and power that would take any by surprise while Quartz went left. More suited to range she would keep distance as much as she could to fire a shot of lightning that would break through any physical defenses that Marble would struggle with.

What they did not expect is the long snake-like arms to stretch and smash into Spyro with enough force to cause him skidding backward, nor the fat disgusting body to absorb the blow of Marble's hefty kick. Thankfully the electric shot from Quartz was enough to hurt and interrupt the monster but only long enough for Marble to retreat.

Speed ever important they did not stop to see what it would retaliate with. Instead, they started circling the monster with Marble and Quartz doing their best to distract and dodge the flailing clawed arms while Spyro got closer. If there was ever one thing that could defeat an unarmored foe it would be a 1000-degree flamethrower with teeth sprinting at disturbing speeds. As the creature was ignited and fell to the ground as ash it left a gem behind. Same as all other creatures created by Gnorcs, including themselves oddly enough, and it reminded Spyro of what Useni had said.

"These things used to be the Gnorcs?" Spyro stated unsure as he stepped over to pick up the dusty gem.

"Jeez, and I thought they were ugly before..." Cracked Quartz with a shrug, her look letting slip more than she was letting on however. Down the path they continued. Gliding over small drops to the molten rock below and using the whirlwinds to cross larger chasms. After the defeat of a second flabby beast they used one of the rising platforms to follow along with the edge of the volcano's rim until they reached a crystal dragon. He thanked them at least and was not as cold as some of the other Dream Weavers but was in quite a rush to leave this area nonetheless. Understandable, the trio figured, it was a dangerous place to be and Jacques was apparently the most dangerous of all the generals. Not a nice place to hang around in. Continuing ahead they found themselves stuck. The path was a narrow ravine between two cracked cliffs, flooded with lava below. The only way forward was to hop from ledge to ledge while off in the distance a bigger whirlwind platform could be seen. Clearly that must be the way up and into the middle of the blistering volcano.

Marble went first to test the ledge's strength as she could easily jump out of one if it crumbled while Quartz was forced to ride upon Spyro's back as he glided from one hot rock to another. The heat was not as bad as they were expecting as it seems a lot of the pillars and other stone platforms were set up to dampen the raw power of the lava flowing freely. There was something else in the air other than heat though as the trio could feel increasingly. A tension, some primal feeling of unease as while it was expected that there would be no wildlife in such a place it felt too empty. Not like that of tree tops which were both silent and felt like a thousand eyes were following you no, this was more oppressive. An overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to ooze from every infernal crack in this hellscape of fire.Finally, they reached the end of the ledges and with the whirlwind was taken up and over the cliff face to the inner circle. A collection of floating islands hovering over the very heart of the volcano provided land but the air here was staggeringly hot. To make matters worse within seconds there was a group of malformed horrors already swinging from one island to another to meet them. Unlike the fat grotesques from before these had more proportionate bodies, as their legs could at least be seen, but they also had a wide chest plate of armor protecting them from many attacks. The hide a sickly green color and cracked as if they had been charred.

Quartz was quick to move as normal. Firing several shots of lightning orbs that all but made her collapse from the effort but the effect was clear. Three of the creatures got hit mid swing from one island to another and got sent screaming down into the fires below while two more ended up taking the shots to the chest. The normally protective metal only enhancing the power of the electric magic to cause them to cry out in agony. Hide underneath no doubt injured and burnt.

Spyro gave her his praises before moving out with Marble to take care of the last two. With a grin, he held out a hand for her, an old move but one with much power to it as he grasped both her front legs to throw her at insane speeds straight into the face of one of the creatures. Her enhanced body landing a kick that shattered bone and sent the creature silently sailing down into the lava with the others. The last of these nightmares making the mistake to stop on the next island and look up for where the white creature would land as it gave the purple Dragon behind her plenty of time to wind up a horned charge into its back.

With some surprising grace, Spyro caught Marble as she fell back down to the island. A hug given as a small celebration of the fight perfectly finished before they headed back to help Quartz. Her magic orbs were proving to be a fantastic help but the stamina drain was still an issue it seemed. Spyro lifted her up onto his back so she could rest for a bit while they continued forward but where forward was seemed to be eluding them. Ahead was only a small building on the far end. Better than nothing as they began hopping from island to another. Entering the delightfully cool shade of the building they found that this was some kind of holding pen, a door in the back leading to the beginning of the area. What was being held here, however, was seemingly random. There were animals of all kinds here and even a few sleeping Gnorcs in cages but in the back but also a crystallized Dragon.

When freed he at first started to panic however but seeing Spyro and two talking Sheep somehow managed to calm him down. Apologizing for his behavior his look turned all the grimmer.

"I, am Revilo. I used to be a builder and overseer of the storerooms." He explained, his words shaky and his thoughts almost muddled. "I thank you so dearly but please do tell me, do you seek to fight Jac?"

"Of course, we have defeated all the other generals so far!" Spyro explained with cheer as his Sheep girls nodded in agreement but the Dragon did not seem as convinced.

"You might be able to win then. Listen, Jacques is not... normal. It might not even be mortal..." He sighed, his eyes staring off to memories long ago. "Gnasty pays the creature in the flesh of the innocent." As he said that he waved around to the cages. "He plays with them, such horrific games. I can still hear the crying, the screaming, it never ends. Days, weeks... he never stopped for a minute until you three entered this place... Please, keep your friends close. I would not wish them to fall into his hands." The dragon finished explaining before slowly walking off, his eyes still trapped in the past to witness such horrors.

"Wait!" Spyro called as Revilo just made it to the door. "Where is Jac?" To the question, the troubled Dragon only pointed back. Towards the islands they had once crossed but could not seem to bring himself to even look in that direction.

With a drink of water and some berries for energy they departed outside to the islands. Eyes darting all over to see where this nightmare of a creature could be when Spyro picked up a small movement. Dropping out of the sky at random it landed at the middle island. A tiny creature, with small Dragon like wings but a completely unknown body. It had two legs to which it walked on with the feet instead of being replaced with rusty springs that kept it bouncing over and over. It wore a bit of cloth over the chest but the small arms could still be seen uncovered. It was an odd color for Spyro to see, this soft almost peach like skin with no scale or hair but what was even odder was the head. Or rather, mask. Carved out of some unknown green stone it had been carved into a twisted expression of joy, a mouth permanently smiling to show razor sharp teeth but the eyes behind the mask was not any better. They showed no emotion, nothing just staring or rather watching endlessly. To complete this bizarre look was a thick three pointed tuft of vibrantly orange hair jutting out of the top of the mask like a crown.

The creature was tiny, not even half the size of a Sheep and just kept bouncing. Swaying with ease to the left and back to the right as it only stared at them, watching for something or maybe seeing something they could not. They had seen far more disturbing creatures but this one was just awful to look at, it was like they had locked eyes with death itself.

Upon reaching the middle island the creature's endless creaking of springs stopped. It tilted its head at them for just a moment before regaining the bouncing but this time it started to move. Jumping around as it pleased before finally snapping its fingers to which a box somehow appeared in the air. With a flick of a finger, it was sent flying over for Spyro who easily swatted it out of the air with his hand. He looked over confused to this girls.

"This is not what I was expecting..." He stated as yet another box came sailing over.

The tiny creature was hard to catch up to with all the spring powered bouncing and so when it threw yet another box over at Spyro he instead caught it. A strong throwback to the little creature managed to get a surprise hit, the imp falling flat on its face to which it even stopped moving. Any celebrations would have to wait as suddenly it rolled over and started laughing. A shrill noise like a hundred voices all echoing off each other as it laughed maniacally.

Something changed. As it rolled over and back onto its feet the bouncing became less joyful, the once playful swaying and hopping now seemed more rigid but still, it giggled that echoing giggle. Jacques again raised a hand and with a snap of its fingers summoned a box just like any of the other boxes, pink and plain wood, and again it waved a finger to launch it at the trio but this time Spyro dodged it out of boredom. It crashed into the island behind them and exploded, into jam. A surprise and far more dangerous than before but still silly. A disturbing combination but then it raised its hand and with a snap of it's fingers a dozen boxes appeared.

"Is that more to what you were expecting?" Quartz said in jest, unable to help herself but before a reply could come they broke away as a hail of boxes came down from above. All explosive but each one carrying random objects. Fruit, sand, smaller boxes, wood, and metal alike. The longer the fight went on the more boxes the imp would summon at a time until finally during one chaotic wave of boxes Quartz finally managed to get a shot in. The electricity stunning the imp long enough that Marble got a solid hit in, the kick sending the creature flying from one island to another and cracking the stone mask.

Jacques did not even pretend this time. Bouncing back onto its feet before letting out a noise, an ungodly noise as if a thousand souls was burning. The crack running down the face of the mask leaking an odd light as it did so and then it bounced high up in the air to rain down more boxes without care. The trio had been learning how it moved and the patterns it did, little things that despite the speed let them predict what it could do but even so, Marble was reaching her limit and Quartz could fire so many shots before she would no longer be able to move. Not good when the explosive crates that were showering all around were now kept getting more and more disturbing. Meat, spiked balls, chemicals and acid to just name a few.

Spyro let out an annoyed huff as during his running about he stepped in something strange. This creature was indeed disturbing and may be a sadist but when it came to fighting was nothing short of a jester. More intimidating than actually deadly. Rejoining with Quartz he began to discuss what he could do to end this fight. A single good shot should be enough to stun the imp and then Spyro's fire or strength would finish it off but the issue was pinning it down. The rusty springs that were its legs had a surprising amount of power to it and the tiny size of Jacques only made it quicker, harder to hit.

"I got an idea..." Marble stated also joining the pair as they ran from island to island to stall for time. Words quiet lest Jac hears.

"So, what do you think?" Marble asked after explaining the plan.

"Sounds fun..." Quartz cracked but she did admit that it was a decent enough idea.

With a nod, they broke off. Spyro heading to the island Jacques was bouncing on while Marble and Quartz headed to the outside rim of the islands to circle around. It was simple as Spyro created a distraction from throwing rocks that caused Jacques to focus all his attention at launching box after box. With the right teasing as well it was easy for Spyro to aggravate the creature into getting more and more distracted, so much so in fact as to not notice the pair of fluffy warriors sneaking around the edge of the islands. Moving ever closer to the contents of one such random box that had crashed down on the farthest side of the outer edge. The random content of the boxes was indeed strange and at times even effective as a weapon but there was also a weakness that Jacques either did not know about or did not seem to care. The boxes might have something that could be used against him.

At first you would be hard pressed to find any use in the bunch of metallic scraps they was collecting but Quartz had lived with the Gnorcs for years, her eyes could fit together bits and bobs of anything into something useful at this point. She got to work, setting up a simple construct using poles and screws, cloth from one other box and string from yet another. The last thing needed was what Marble had, a single spiked metal ball that had got caught on her wool in all the running around.

Jacques heard a noise. A whistling tune designed to draw any attention but as he turned to look he only caught a glimpse of some kind of odd slingshot before an electrically charged metal dot smashed into his face at incredible speeds. Another sizeable crack in the mask but as he fell to the ground Spyro was waiting for him with a flaming tail strike that knocked the very wind out of him. The imp was in pain but still did not yet poof into the gem that sustained him. Spyro's annoyance and weariness had only managed to grow into anger as he strode over to deliver a punch to the stone mask. And then another. Knocking chips and creating cracks with every blow but as he did something flashed in his mind, some horrible thought that belonged in a nightmare more than a daydream. Every blow he landed as well only made more thoughts flash, each worse than the last but still he pushed on deaf to the laughter of the imp.

Spyro went to land the final hit that would hopefully shatter the mask but he found himself interrupted by his girls. They had such worried, scared looks that made him aware of how angry he was. How his own fire magic had long since got out of control and was all but burning the ground beneath him. Spyro finally understood. He could hear the laughter and realized what Jacque's plan was. He stood and grabbed the imp by the neck as it continued to laugh but as he walked over to the edge of the island they were on that laughter came to a stop. The creature for the first time seemed to only panic now as it tried to get out of his grasp to spring away but no, his grip was firm. With a grin and a mocking laugh of his own Spyro threw cast him over the edge into the fires below, one final unholy scream marking his descent before finally there was silence. The very air seemingly clearing up from the tension that was plaguing it.

"I was worried that you would not hear us." Marble said as she hopped over the gap between islands with Quartz. Spyro nodded wearily.

"I remembered the advice at the end, about his true form, and then I realized the mask is not for protection but rather it is a prison. Who knows what would have come out of it." He continued to monolog, feeling suddenly a lot more tired than he did only some minutes ago.

Waving them over he laid down on the grass to rest, the two Sheep quickly joining by his side to catch their own breath. A bowl of water or two was perfect to refresh themselves as the bottle it was contained in had an icy enchantment, just another perk of being friends with Dragons they both agreed while cuddling next to their own. Spyro, however, seemed to be distracted by the normal small talk and cuddling that came after a big fight.

"I got a surprise for you two." Spyro said quietly. "Close your eyes and stay here for a moment." Spyro continued before stepping to the chest to root out something deep inside it. Quartz was the first to notice as he slipped something on her neck before hearing him shuffling over to Marble.

"Ok open your eyes." He said with clear nervousness lining his voice.

Quartz did so. Looking down to find a rather beautifully done gold chain holding an equally golden, diamond shaped pendant studded with a, white gem? She looked over to Marble as Spyro was adjusting the chain on hers, she had the same thing but a black gem. They were lovely gifts and she had indeed never even seen let alone heard of black or white gems so it was likely to be very rare. Spyro spoke up again.

"Will you be my mates?" Spyro asked.

"I thought we already were?" Replied Marble.

"I mean we just do it almost every day..." Quartz added but Spyro shook his head.

"No, I mean. Dragons, when they meet that special 'one' they do not want to part with, they will sometimes become Mates, normally for life or at least thousands of years, and well. I have found my 'two'?" He tried to explain when suddenly Quartz's face lit up from understanding.

"But why me? I can understand Marble but I have only known you for a few days, surely I am not worth that much..." She replied, eyes looking downwards to stay out of any gazes. Spyro placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Because if I had to choose between you two I couldn't. You add as much to my life as Marble does but if this is too soon I will understand." Just as he finished talking Quartz wrapped herself around him in a hug, her face buried his chest lest he sees how happy she was.

"So..." Marble chimed in. "Is there anything special about this? A ritual or do we have to get you something?"

"Ah do not worry about the gifts this was just my thing for you but normally there is a party where we mate till we pass out." Spyro began. "Going to save that for tomorrow, for today we could just have a, warm up?" He continued with a look that if not for the fact they were in a volcano would have caused Marble to warm up quite a bit.

Marble was ecstatic at this development. It was proof above all else of his love for them both but it was also an invitation of sorts, a binding that would let them be part of the Dragon culture forever. Quartz on the other hoof was just happy to belong to something that was not Gnorc, she had seen herself just how strong and amazing the Dragons was and now she had been asked to be a part of that. Spyro was first to make a move towards the "warm up" as he slipped his hand down from Quartz's back while pulling Marble towards him for a nice warm embrace. He did not want anything fancy tonight, not just for the sake of tradition but also because the simplest of ways was the easiest to take it all in and savor the experience. The choice of location was already proving to be delightful as the warmth was comforting to them and only allowed him to pick up on the subtlest scents that were normally too faint to enjoy. Like the fact that Marble was already leaking arousal just from his gentle kisses, his grin growing wide at how needy she was tonight.

Spyro gestured for Marble to turn around. She was enjoying his confident look, the commanding presence to him as she stood up to do what he wished. Spyro pulled his hand free from Quartz who could only let out a small whine from wanting more. Giving the gray Sheep a head pat for comfort he moved over to Marble. He placed a hand on her rear, his warm breath and rough muzzle gracing her for just a moment to further test her waters before pulling back. One hand on the tail moved to place two on the back just long enough for him to step partly over her, taking the most tradition of poses, as well as one of the most fun. He nodded to Quartz to come to him as well as he reached a hand back to help fit things together with Marble. It was hard work to multitask so many movements and actions all at once but at the end, it was worth it. Another advantage to the simpler positions too he chuckled as Marble let out a pleased coo from him hitting his mark. She was as delightfully soft as ever, warmer a bit too from the heated location of where they were and unlike Quartz could take him as hard and deep as he liked.

Sweet minutes passed, filled both with the sweet flicks of tongue and rhythmic dance of intertwining flesh. Quartz's heated gasps and moans as she spoke a tale of pleasures complemented Marble's owns perfectly. A duet of wooly euphoria orchestrated by the Dragon standing over them with ease, a passing graze of claw, the sudden twist of tongue, the surprise smack of knot on soft flesh. It drove them wild.

Marble was the first to reach her limit as softened flesh struck hard with rough scales over and over, the feeling only enhanced by her own need. It came quietly at first but unleashed like an explosion that pushed Spyro to his own equally strong end. Marble stuttered and shook but cried out hotly for more. Quartz, of course, could not help herself and replied to her cries with jest.

"Save some for me!" She cried back. Spyro however was planning on giving them both equal amounts anyway as it was both more fair and more fun that way. First however had to untie with Marble who in her pleasured state had pushed back too hard and ended up stuck.

With a firm grip on his waist he gave a sharp pull but still held fast as she gritted her teeth. Sensitive, but not painful after so many weeks of experience. He tried again and his time managed to free himself as she stood panting from the sudden feeling of being so empty. Quartz was quick on her feet to help nudge Marble into her spot as she took up the other, her own need showing clear from the lack of patience. Spyro did not mind really, it was cute to see her so flustered.

Marble had just been standing around in her post-sex haze till finally the rather uncontrolled moans of Quartz managed to snap her half out of it. Letting out a content yawn she watched as the gray Sheep got what she wanted and then some but as soon as Quartz regained some semblance of thought between the thrusts she called her over.

"T-turn around, I doubt Spyro is going to give you your turn like that." She stated to her between the heavy pants. This time Marble did blush, suddenly aware of just how filthy she was and how filthy Quartz wanted to be. It was an exceptionally tempting offer as she followed Quartz's commands. It was gentle too, that broad tongue of hers, as she lapped up the Dragon's seed that filled her. The gentle lapping slowly becoming more and more intense, deeper, as Quart's pushed on with an almost hungry enthusiasm.

Time passed unseen as they enjoyed each other's company. Spyro for one deeply enjoying the front row seat to the show going on below him but as all things do it must come to an end. The timing at least being pretty much spot on just as Spyro reached his second of the day so did Marble while Quartz was only a few splashes of something warm away from her own too.

There they laid, in the warmth of the volcano, away of the cold eyes of the elder Dragons and the busy life of the adventure that still must go on. A single night they decided would be nice, full of feasting and an early night's rest so they may continue on to the main part tomorrow renewed.

Marble let out a yawn. It was an early but reasonable hour and Spyro had already started to pack up the supplies, as she sat up to watch him. Last night had been great amounts of fun but come morning they had to face the facts that falling asleep in such a place when you have a wool coat on is not a good idea. Waking up with a dire need for water and some cooler air was not the best but at least Spyro did not mind the sweat. That was not the biggest issue too, an issue yes but not the real one. As when they leave this realm to head to the next they would be wearing the necklaces signifying they are now Spyro's Mates, his wives, and knowing how cold the Dream Weaver's dragons had been so far. They were expecting a battle of a different kind.

Spyro had been quick to reassure them. When they get to the Dream Weavers to just ignore any harsh remarks and simply keep going forward to the next portal, for after this last world is saved they would be leaving as soon as possible. The upcoming fight with Gnasty proving to be all the more desirable the longer they stayed here.

They departed. Back along the islands and through the cage storage, only taking a moment to free the poor animals of course, and within minutes they were standing at the exit portal. For once they were more nervous in leaving than they were at entering but Spyro only gave them a pat on the back. That comforting smile with those strong eyes of his able to warm even the bleakest of outlooks. With shaky confidence they moved through the portal to find that there were no Dragons around this area. They breathed a sigh of relief. Still, they needed to make haste to get to the last portal which unfortunately was across the entire realm. Spyro's plan to glide them down to the gardens below this floating platform did seem to work well at least as they began to follow the shadow of the castle out of the gardens. Down a winding path they went, across some gaps they hopped until finally they managed to make it to where the last portal was standing. Both Quartz and Marble were running through as quick as they could but Spyro stopped for a moment as he noticed something waving to him in the distance. Useni, who upon being noticed shot Spyro the cheesiest grin he could and a thumbs up that only filled the younger Dragon with both pride and a bit of embarrassment.

Haunted Towers. Despite the oddly foreboding name it is the finest castle ever made by the Dragons. Huge and gleaming of white, blue and gold alike. This mighty place once stood as the home of the oldest Dream Weavers but now stood infested with Gnorcs and Wizards alike.

The entrance also reflected this as they did not land in a courtyard or other areas built for guests but rather on a small grassy ledge next to a giant wooden door that was locked. Looking around Spyro found Marble knocking on the door, to most likely see if she could knock it down, while Quartz was checking out a collapsed and empty suit of armor.

"Come on girls." Spyro stated as he walked over to the door. "Let's get this moving!" He continued smashing the door down with a single hit. Inside there was a small room with an open air bridge directly ahead that led further into the castle but just as they entered a Gnorc came running into view. He pointed and let out a yell before pulling an odd wooden ball of his chest. Using his teeth he pulled a metal nail out of it and threw it at the trio. Quartz started to panic but was just able to make the pair move well out the way as the ball hit the wall and exploded with enough force to shake the enchanted bricks loose.

Despite the ringing in his ears Spyro was not about to let the Gnorc throw another as he scrambled to get moving. Marble quickly joining him in his charge forward while Quartz followed in the back lines as to spot any dangers or get a good shot in if needed. The Gnorc was neither quick nor well armored but those so called 'Grenades' as Quartz called them were by far dangerous enough to warrant caution. Crossing over the bridge and after another few Gnorcs were defeated they came to a much bigger room with several options. There was two doors and a whirlwind to take them elsewhere but the focus was at the second door. It was huge and made of a very thick metal which would make any attack a pointless endeavor so for now they went through the wooden door and over the second bridge to a small side building.

Within they found quite a sight. A Gnorc stood talking to a caged Fairy, his words trying to be sweet but the implications were far from friendly. Once defeated Spyro went to talk to her himself.

"A dragon?" She spoke, softly and quiet. "I knew you would come. My name is not important but to help you fight these beasts, I will grant you a blessing. Come closer." As she said this the cage door opened. Spyro did as she asked, stepping close to which she placed her tiny hands on his head and gave him a little kiss. Instantly he started to glow red, his body radiating heat like that of a small sun trapped within his chest. "The Fire does not last long, make haste." She commented as Spyro ran out of the building with purpose.

With his fire so massively enhanced nothing, be it stone or metal, could stand up to it and so his eye were on that large vault like door across the bridge. He did not expect however that his simple stream of normally orange fire would come out in a hell storm of red and white that almost pushed him back from the sheer power of it. The door lasting but a second before it melted into slag. The prize being several containers of valuable yellow gems, but not a captive dragon unfortunately, and just as they had finished collecting the treasure Spyro's fire ran out.

Exiting the vault they made a move for the whirlwind to find a wizard now defending it. A small thing much like the green hats, but this was blue with a white hat and sleeves. Azure Wizards, Spyro called them. Powerful little rogues, even within the wizard community, that had much knowledge of older and more forbidden magic but most of them either required several wizards to work together or had great costs that could not be used lightly.

Just as the wizard caught sight of them however it did not even try to fight, and instead it used the whirlwind to escape up to the floating island above with the trio following behind in pursuit. Upon getting up top however they found that the wizard had somehow animated some of the armor piles. Each were quite big and made of a heavy unfeeling metal so Spyro went first. His fire did nothing at all while his strikes simply could not contest with the strength of the armor. Marble took over. Able to knock them back and even put a few dents in the thinner parts of the metal casing but again nothing seemed to work. Quartz was up next as she skirted around the slow armor and fired a shot to it's back. At first nothing seemed to happen as the armor slowly floated about but then started to shake and slow before falling apart. Armed with new knowledge they continued.

Along the grassy island they went until they finally had reached the main tower of the castle only to find the door not just locked but also made of metal like the last vault door. An annoying trend they noticed but there was also a bridge around the back of the tower that led to another side building. Another trend that seemed to like repeating itself. They noticed and indeed in this building there was again a Fairy.

"Ah kind Dragon, seek out my other sisters and we can help your fire." The fairy spoke just as gentle as the first. With a new kiss once again igniting his inner fire they returned to the tower door. Once it was out of the way they made haste up the stone steps in order to hopefully get the drop on any suits of armor. Instead they found the tower to have many more rooms than they expected and while Spyro was quick he could only just manage to get the armored doors out of the way before the Fire blessing ran out.

In the main halls of this beautiful tower there were five doors. Two armored, now melted, and three wooden ones still standing. In the first wooden door to the far left there was a bathroom with fancy purple and pale blue tiles as well as a Fairy hiding in the bathtub that welcomed them warmly.

In the second door there was a suit of living armor protecting a bunch of treasure. Why they put it here instead of in one of the vaults however the trio could not work out. The actual room as well seemed to be some kind of closet with various cleaning and magical supplies stored in boxes or shelves.

Next was the last wooden door. A bedroom in fact where a crystallized Dragon was being held, but unfortunately, he was far less welcoming than the Fairy. Even less so when he noticed the necklaces on the ewes but thankfully he did not stay around too long in fear of the walking armor.

The two armored doors they had melted open they hoped would contain far more interesting things, but the first one only had a garden. There was a lovely pond too but why give a garden of all things a vaulted door? It was such an odd design choice indeed. Maybe the Gnorcs were not the only ones who had strange ideas of where to keep things safe. Lastly the final metal door had the way forward, a staircase in fact, that led them up to the higher floors of the tower where even grander furnishing could be found. This was most likely the living quarters of the Dream Weavers leader, Lateef, but since he had been nothing but a rude obstacle to them they did not think twice to blowing down a few doors as they went along on their way.

Spyro cracked a smile when he found what he was looking for. The master bedroom. A grand and huge room covered with royal purple, a balcony too that allowed for a fantastic overview of the castle stood on the other side of tasteful glass doors. It was the perfect location to throw a private and wild party. In fact, the messier the better, as Spyro threw the chest across the room to crash into the far wall.

"Come on in girls, we got all day and all night to do whatever we like. Don't be afraid to break a few tables!" He shouted to them as he sat himself down on the plush sofa. Marble was looking a bit worried about going wild while Quartz was just loving the idea, especially because of the reason they were there. Marble went straight to the bed to test how it felt. The springs and foam being nothing short of heavenly as it was built to take the full weight of two Dragons. Quartz on the other hand went to sit down next to Spyro while he rummaged deep into the chest for something no doubt fun.

"So Marble." Quartz began as she stretched out on the soft fabric. "Tell me about some of your adventures with Spyro here. I am sure you got some wacky tales to tell." She finished with a grin that caused Marble to look a little Sheepish, her history with Spyro had been exceptionally rocky to begin with to say the least.

An hour later and they were all sitting around the coffee table, exchanging different tidbits from their lives. From Marble's close calls with some Dragons in her youth or the harshest winter that she knew to Spyro's time learning magic, and his rather embarrassing mating need when he was a kid.

"So Quartz, what kind of crazy life have you had?" Spyro asked as he took a sip of the fermented root juice that he had stolen from some Gnorcs in the Beast Makers realms.

"Me? Nothing too crazy..."

"Oh come on, you lived with Gnorcs! I am sure you have had a crazier life than any of us." Replied at the gray ewe's attempts to weasel out of a tale.

"Fine." She snapped before downing half a bottle of the bitter liquid. "I grew up in the ash fields. A blighted little slice of home where my flock would roam from few specs of plants to another, overall not exactly fun." Quartz started to explain. "The Gnorcs were our only constant threat. They wanted us for food or worse. My flock was nothing like yours Marble, oh no. We did not have a ram, we had five and just as many ewes in comparison. We had to you know? A flock's power is in the numbers." Her eyes cast downwards in thought of memories long ago. "I always knew I was different. My flock mates were hardly as smart, and didn't talk much either. One day, after a particularly bad Gnorc raid, they had left behind some tech, and of course I wanted to use their own weapons against them but no, the rams would not have that. So instead I would secretly leave the flock at night to tinker. Heh, I wonder if my electric magic came from all the shocks I gave myself." She out a little chuckle at this as the others listened closely. "It was some years ago now that I managed to learn some things from the Gnorc tech, they do use magic you know but only tiny amounts. Little specks. But I learned to put the specks together, how to fire my own electric shot like the guns they used. I was young and foolish so I thought I could go assault the nearby Gnorc hunting camp. It did not go well but Gnasty was impressed. He loved his idea of what I was, what I could do. So he offered me a job and in return they would stop hunting the flock. Not what I wanted but the same effect by any means." She paused to take a breath and another sip.

"Do you know what the job was? To be a battery. I had to run on this fancy wheel all day while sending out electricity. The food and water it took to keep me alive was far more cheap than the fuel for an engine and the longer I did this the more I put out. As my magic grew so did my power output, Gnasty was becoming increasingly friendly to me. Disturbingly so. Within a month he had Gnorcs guarding me at all times just in case some of the less friendly Gnorcs decided to take advantage during my down time. He would hate for his precious battery to be injured after all. It was hard work and not the most fun life but he offered me better and better rewards, my own home too. Eventually he started to recruit the best fighters to be so called Generals for upcoming attack on the Dragon's land and of course I threw myself into the arena and won. Now this caused an issue because I was powering an entire town at that point. Without me they would have far more power issues but... Gnasty found a workaround for that... Anyway, I got dressed up and finally sent over to be Toasty. Apparently the costume was part of some kind of farmyard theme, what with the wolves and shepherds. Kind of funny to be honest." She finished her story alongside another bottle of the root beer.

"And now you are here, living the good life as my delicious little pillow." Spyro commented as he swung a bottle around.

"Pfft, if I am my pillow then why I am not in bed?" Quartz cracked in jest but she instantly regretted it on seeing Spyro's grin, his thoughts so clear to her. She did try to get up to run away but too much root juice makes the legs not work right as he picked her up and threw her onto the bed with a pomf as Marble sat giggling. "Oh but where are my manners, a bed that big needs two pillows after all!" Spyro mentioned as he turned his sights to Marble who did not stop laughing all the way over to the bed. Finishing his bottle and throwing it behind him without care, he jumped onto the bed as well. He wasted no time in pulling Marble in for a kiss. The root beer providing a different taste than normal while making every texture all the more vivid in his slurred mind. Quartz however, was feeling it in a whole different way as she pulled Marble off him to get a taste of her own. She huffed, not about to let Quartz one up her as she stood up and leaned against the headboard.

"Hey Spyro." She called to him to get this attention, "Your pillow needs fluffing." She stated as she waved her hips back and forth in his direction. He grinned, loving the effect the juice was having on Marble even more than Quartz.

Crawling over to her was proving difficult as the plush bed made moving much less stable but she did not mind at all as he half slipped and all but head butted her with his muzzle. In fact in hearing her let out a surprised but pleased little bleat from it Spyro decided to roll with it. Digging his way roughly into her to start as he dug his claws into her rear wool, the bleats and moans only spurring him on further, but Quartz was feeling a little left out. The lack of hands making watching far less fun than it should be.

"Come on..." She whined as she sat nearby. "You have two pillows now, surely you know how to use both?" Spyro pulled his muzzle from Marble in thought. Coming up with some plans in his mind before pulling Marble back down from the headboard and onto the pillows.

"I can not think of a pillow joke right now, Marble you up for dessert?" Spyro called out but before she could reply he stuck his muzzle back into her. She moaned but understood the point. This was not a time for words, it was time for them to share in what each other had fully.

It was a little cramped as Quartz placed herself down on one of the silk pillows, but it only meant Marble had to get right up and personal. She dragged her tongue over Quartz warmly while all but chuckling to herself. She was not quite into ewes, not fully, simply because they lacked that thick and oh so rough part that male Dragons had but she did quite love the taste of them, that smell as well was something else.

Spyro meanwhile had decided that Marble was more than warm enough for the main course. Sitting up he grabbed Marble and lifted her up suddenly onto her hind legs. A spinning gesture giving Quartz the right idea as she turned herself around and slid under Marble. Two tones of wool pressed belly to belly as Marble got back to work with her tongue while Spyro sunk a little into her. Claws digging into the wall above and leave scratch marks in the paint. Spyro did not care in the slightest however as he adjusted his stance and thrust deep into that needy Sheep sex. As delightfully as soft as the finest sinks but wrapped so tight that it threatened to strangle the very life from him. All the worries of whenever not the other Dragons would accept the marriage melted away to that feeling, that addictive warmth that made eyes unfocus and tongue loll out of his mouth in absolute pleasure. He did not hold anything back, why should he? It had been weeks since he last pinned his Sheep girl to the nearest object and rutted her senseless, hearing her moan every time he filled her with yet another thick dose of his seed.

Quartz meanwhile went from simply watching to wrapping his lips around the soft flesh of Marble. Tongue tracing lines around her as Spyro spread her wide with his own length, warm breath tickling him too just right but Marble was the one truly feeling it. All too soon she threw her head up to cry out hotly while Spyro pounded into her as hard as he could, giving her only the first shot of seed before pulling out and pushing it hard into Quartz's waiting mouth. Knot smacking lips sweetly for just a moment as those warm Sheep lips drained him of what he could give.

Spyro sat down with a flomf against the pillows beside Marble. A nod to Quartz to join him not going unseen as she pulled herself from under Marble to instead take a seat on his lap. One warm Sheep sex replaced by another within a second, truly this was the good life he thought to himself.

Marble regained her senses fairly quickly. Looking over to find Quartz bouncing along as she pleased was a nice sight and gave her a minute to catch her breath too, not like the old days when she would have to go from round to the next without pause. But no that would not do at all. She sat up, not willing to just sit back and watch as her lovers had fun without her. She crawled over to the pair, needy eyes giving Spyro some fire as without warning he wrapped his hands around Quartz's waist and spun her 180. The feeling causing her to moan loudly as his rough underside changed location so quickly but just as did Marble was there to embrace her while jamming her tongue into the gray ewe's maw. In truth the sight was lovely. The room hot and seasoned as well with the scents of two very needing girls, it was all so perfect and yet there was so much more to do! With a wave to Marble to get out of the way he pulled out of Quartz to throw her onto the bottom of the bed, only a moment in the cool air before he sunk back in.

Marble was quick to catch onto the position change as she took her seat on Quartz's muzzle but instead of just the normal licks she was expecting Quartz's took her affections a little further up. The feeling was not unpleasant and with Spyro wrapping his lips around her own it all created a fantastic experience. Spyro thought so too as he buried his knot inside the gray ewe the second he felt her twist around him in ecstasy, drawing out all the pleasures she could want even as he was biding his time for his own.

With a bleat sounding his removal from her Spyro sat panting on the bed. Cracking some tension out of his neck he sat back to weigh his options but Marble was quick to decide for him as she moved forward to wrap her lips around him. He was already so close, the feeling of such warm lips kissing his knot proving to simply be too much but just as he came she pulled away to let him cover her in his seed. The content and damn near prideful look of hers as she sat stained with his cum only serving to ignite his fires far more than anything. Needing some air he rolled off the bed to go open the balcony doors. The wind was refreshing to say the least and helped to clear his head but within a minute Marble joined him. She had an idea. A naughty idea, that she whispered in his ear before walking over and leaning on the balcony railing.

"Gotta love that Sheep..." Spyro said aloud as he walked over and placed a hands on the railing.

Quartz meanwhile had just recovered from the surprise knotting and was laying on the bed. Ears clearly picking up the sweet sounds of a ewe getting what she wanted, a beautiful little sound indeed. One that she hopped to making herself in a bit but for now she really needed a drink as she rolled herself off the bed and onto shaky legs. Root beer maybe being not the best idea but there was plenty of choices in the chest.

Spyro was having the time of his life. Having just finished up a rather loud and enthusiastic little moment where any passer-by could see he walked back inside the room to find Quartz bent right over and occupied with a bowl of water.

"Perfect." He let out as he waltzed over to see her a kiss directly under her tail. The surprise feeling of that massively long tongue going where it wants causing her to at first bolt up right but upon realizing what it was relaxed. Quartz in truth had not expected him to use his tongue to warm up that particular spot but she was not complaining either, in fact her coos spoke only the opposite. All too soon however he withdrew to ask where she wanted it but hearing her give him the obvious answer instead of a location in the room only made him laugh a bit.

Her choice was to stand up against the wall near the balcony, it was sunny and next to a window which only made the whole act seem far more dignified than what it actually was but of course just as they were getting into it Marble had recovered enough to walk back in looking for more. The last remaining hours of the night was a blur at that point, nothing but woolly warmth and soft moans as they took turns in every inch of the room.

...

Spyro woke up. It hurt. Everything in fact. His head felt like it was going to explode, his legs he could not even feel yet at all outside of the ache and somehow he still had an erection. He slowly pulled himself upright off the broken coffee table he had been using as a bed. Looking around the room with blurry eyes he could not believe what he saw.

"What a night..." He whispered to himself. Quartz was still passed out oozing a literal gallon of cum on top of a nest of curtains, a single pair of torn gray underwear sitting nearby that he could not even remember getting. Marble however was still on the bed, awake in fact and just as messy as Quartz as she lazily looked out of the cracked glass window.

Spyro stood up, barely. The room was nothing short of ruined with fire breath burns spotting the softer furnishings and cum splattered everywhere else, it would take days to clean this place and even then half the room would have to be redone. Spyro smiled, it was perfect. The best kind of revenge he decided was one where you throw a party and get laid more times in one night than the other Dragons did in thousands of years.

VI

"Hey Marble... Do you regret yesterday at all?" Spyro asked as he lazily lay up to his neck in hot water.

"Yesterday? Not really, the morning after however..." Marble replied laying next to him, head on a pillow on the side of the heated pool.

"Well personally I feel like someone broke my legs off and switched them around." Quartz chimed in from the other end of the room, all three of them having mixed expressions of happiness and weariness from the long but fruitful events of yesterday. After completely ruining Lateef's bedroom during the honeymoon they woke up to Spyro trying to hurry them into the bathroom to at least clean themselves. With all the Dream Weaver worlds now sorted they only had to head to where Gnasty was holding up but Spyro had already caught sight of a few Dragons coming to check on the castle.

A mad sprint across the world to reach the balloonist before the other Dragons find out what they had did was far from a peaceful morning and with no time to explain where they wanted to go either they instead picked the Magic Crafters just as an escape. A smart choice in the end as they could now spend the morning burning off any aches in the hot springs, checking up on magic progress and just showing Quartz around the arcane hills. Cosmos as well was quite happy to not only see another Crested Sheep so soon but one that knew a whole different element of magic.

"Anyway..." Quartz continued as she lifted her head up to look at the pair. "North-west of the Dragon islands is a little platform floating in the water. Used to be an experiment to see if the Gnorcs could build portals big enough for battleships but since it failed they left it to rot. Good news for us however is that they forgot to turn the portals off, giving us a way into various places." The plan was simple enough, handy as well that Quartz joined the team in the first place or they would have been waging a far bigger battle to get to Gnasty. Until then they were spending the early morning in the mountainside hot springs. Never a good idea to go into battle with cramps after all. One quick scrub followed by drying off and they were heading back come the snowy path they had come from, the final battle would not wait forever after all and they might as well get a jump start on it.

After Quartz did some discussion with the balloonist to where exactly the platform was they departed. Not just from this realm but away from the Dragon Islands in general. Down they went from the mountains and then alongside the gentle waves, further and further till nothing but blue could be seen. Apparently it would take more than a day's ride in the balloon to reach the Gnorc empire so it was a good thing they had these portals. Having to sit in a basket for so long would hardly be fun. Oddly enough it was only a short while before the floating Gnorc Gnexus came into view, making Spyro wonder all the more how close the Gnorcs had been to the Dragons before they decided to stage this attack. There was two perfectly round but simple platforms connected with a floating wooden bridge. The smaller was perfect to land on while the bigger had a single giant stone portal next to three Dragon statue heads, similar to that of the one guarding Quartz's own portal, but made out of different metals. Hopping down from the balloon Spyro found the first issue was that the statue heads did not open when he got close.

"I recognize the symbols on this metal." Quartz spoke up as she looked over the heads. "Seems that each one was locked using different magic runes, two of these I recognize but the 3rd seems to have been locked by Gnasty himself." She explained. "For now, we need to get to the cove which, of course, the unlocked portal leads to..." Spyro patted her on the back as she let out a sigh, he too understood how the idiocy of the Gnorcs could be painful to grasp but at least this did give them a way in. Suddenly Marble gave Spyro a tap, pointing him in the direction of where a pair of crystallized Dragons stood.

"I thought this place was a secret?" She asked to highlight the confusion.

The pair turned out to be Delbin, who had been freed in the Artisans, and Magnus, belonging to the Peace Makers.

"Ah Spyro? Thanks for the rescue." Magnus spoke first.

"Anytime but what are you two doing here? I thought we freed you guys ages ago."

"You did." Delbin added. "Lateef came to us a few days ago stating that he had discovered the secret to Gnasty's crystal magic and recruited a whole group of us to go stop him while you was fighting a 'long battle' in the Dream Weavers."

"Ye but the stupid old lizard got it got wrong! He said that all we had to do was stand near a Sheep and the magic would not be able to know we are Dragons but you know, now I think of it, I think he was full of crap." Magnus added full of anger.

"Actually he was right." Spyro spoke up. "Well, half right. I told him that I was not hit because I was 'near a Sheep' but I was far closer than that." He explained while giving a nod to the two ewes standing nearby. The two adult Dragons taking a look back to each other as they put the pieces together of what he meant.

"You keep doing you Spyro. At the end of the day they are Crested and because of them you saved us all. That is enough for me." Delbin said as Magnus only nodded in agreement. "Lateef however needs a good talking to about lying and putting us in danger..."

Waving to them goodbye as they used the balloon Spyro could only wonder how many Dragons Lateef had roped together, his eyes quickly turning to the portal across the way.

"Cove right?" Spyro spoke to Quartz while standing in front of the open portal.

"Yep, it is mostly a refueling outpost but you got explosives stacked on ammo stacked on treasure with enough Gnorcs to lift it all. We need to find the keystone to open the next portal too but to find it we need to get the storage list which in turn could be in one of several places..." Quartz explained as every step of the plan only got longer and longer but Spyro listened to every word, her knowledge being too valuable to ignore.

Through the portal they thankfully just landed on a small stone dock of sorts. True to her word there was supply crates stacked on top of each other all over the place while a few huge metal boats sat in the distance waiting to get restocked.

Suddenly a huge metal barrel came flying overhead, causing the trio to scatter and hide behind whatever crates was nearby. They were spotted but not by a soldier. The Gnorc stood tall with thick leather gloves and apron more suited to that of an engineer or worker. Even so without hesitation it grabbed the nearest heavy object to throw which turned out to be the barrels. Not only being made of weighty metal but filled with oil that a single spark could ignite thus making Spyro's fire here more a risk to themselves than their enemies. Just as he was wondering what to do however Marble came out of the blue to sort it herself. The sight of a such a small Sheep blindsiding a huge Gnorc causing him to chuckle a bit as stepped around the crate.

"So where should we start looking for that list?" He asked Quartz as they regrouped.

"Head to the maintenance area on the other end of the outpost, they should have a list somewhere."

The path forward was quite simple as there was only one wide way through the maze of crates and barrels. The occasional wooden bridge breaking up the monotony of the otherwise boring march as they headed from stone dock to stone dock. Spyro was also noticing just how polluted the outpost was as they moved on. The water was at its best some worrying shades of green while the tiny island the harbour was built on had been stripped bare to the point nothing but an oil stained rock remained. Exiting a tunnel through the side of the island they stood in front of one more stone platform where only a permanently docked ship sat as the way over to the maintenance area.

Spyro went first as he headed down the grimy steps. Eyes darting around to the boxes on all sides as they moved forward, the occasional clank of metal or creak of wood only putting them more on edge. Rounding a corner they found the clanking was coming from a couple of Gnorcs who was repairing a machine of sorts, the buzzing ear covers blocking any sounds of the trio approaching. Once poofed back to the gems that form them Marble was curious to why so many Gnorcs wear those ear covers at all. Grabbing a pair off the floor she lifted them over her head only to be amazed as there was music in them. Not the best but there was actual rhythm and instruments mixed together with different mechanical noises to create something pleasant enough to listen to. In awe, she bounced over to Spyro to give him the other pair to listen to, the pair of them stopping for a moment to enjoy the sounds but then it stopped.

"Alright listen up." Quartz stated as she took the coverings off to explain how they worked. "These are headphones, this is the wire and this is box here is what holds the music..." She explained as she pointed out what the buttons do and how the device worked in simple terms. Spyro was more amazed than Marble was by the end, admitting that Gnorcs do have some interesting technology worth using after all as well as requesting that Quartz keep an eye out for anything else the Dragons would love.

With the devices now stored safely in the chest they entered the ship's bottom via a ramp that connected to it's side. Nothing too interesting could be found here unfortunately, there was some workbenches and other repair tools sprinkled between the crates but no Gnorcs either. Quickly moving along to the upper floors they found that it had been converted into rows of rooms for the Gnorc staff to live in. The actual bedrooms was incredibly small with almost no decoration or furnishing to be found while several of the rooms as well had bunk beds as if to further cram as much into the small space as they could. Further down the halls they found a kitchen of sorts that was just dirty enough for Spyro and Marble to not even want to check it out more and a small room that was oddly comfy. Clean cloth was hanging on the walls and soft carpet for the floor but in the center of the room was an odd machine, tall and round like a pillar but with four big cylinders near the base, all made with polished metal and glass.

"What an odd looking device." Spyro commented as Marble stepped around to have a closer look at the buttons and switches.

"Is it like a shrine?" Marble wondered out loud when Quartz entered the room. She quickly started to turn bright red from the effort of not bursting out into laughter. A questioning look making her finally losing it all together as she stepped out of the room to let it all out.

"Come on Quartz." Spyro asked as he followed her into the hallway. "What could be so funny?" But his question only made her lose her composure even more.

"It is a Tangled Pillar, you know, how Gnorcs make babies? A sex machine!" She managed to get out between laughing only to keep listening off more and more slang words till she was on the floor in her amusement. Marble meanwhile had quickly left the room and closed the door just for good measure, already making a mental note to forget everything she had saw.

"When you stop laughing do you mind telling me one thing though? Well, two things?" Spyro asked as he tried to resist joining in on her unending giggling. After another minute of coming to her senses again and taking a breath she gave him a look to continue.

"What happened to the female Gnorcs and why of all things is that machine called what it is?" He asked reasonable.

"Ah well..." Quartz started as she tried to think. "A long time ago the Gnorcs was very good at magic. They could do all sorts of stuff and along with the help of several other races like the druids, wizards, nomads, they built a truly beautiful empire."

"Nomads?" Marble interrupted.

"The things you fought in the Peace Makers, tiny little savages with the fat cooks? They have a truly disgusting society..." Quartz started to explain as they headed down the hallways. "The empire eventually reached a peak and got stuck, then it started to stagnate. All the people grew more and more lazy till even magic was too much effort and so they started to look elsewhere. Machines, technology, it brought new life to the empire but they became greedy on top of lazy. Forests razed, lands stripped. The once beautiful country was turned inside out but still they did not stop." Quartz let out a sigh. "From what I know next they processed the animals, other races, eventually themselves. The females turned more and more into slaves or worse but the real downfall came when a riot happened. The Gnorc leaders deemed the females too dangerous and so invented a work around and... recycled them. As for the name, it is apparently the ancient Gnorc saying for how all things are connected. So it literally means the tower of life." Heading down the corridors she chimed in again. "I am not sure who invented that machine or how it fully works but i do know that if you place a magic infused gem inside it then, ehm, provide the right amount of whatever creature you want to copy it can create a new fake creature from that. Saying that, they do use it for fun too at huge prices. "

The trio managed to reach the maintenance area without any more conflict. A collection of rusty metal panels lining tunnels that snaked its way under the water. Pipes sloshed with oil and machines hummed with energy as they went deeper into the cool gloom but just as the light grew dim they rounded a corner into a bright room. A dusty desk set on one wall while several cabinets filled with paperwork lined the far wall.

"Look there!" Quartz cried out as she pointed to a small piece of stone framed on the wall. "That was easier to find than I expected." She added before trotting over happily to snatch it.

"Better than having to root around crates all day." Spyro spoke as he put the stone into the chest. "Come on, let's head back before any others show up." He said turning but then stopping in a realization. "There is no exit portal... " Spyro stated as it dawned on him the Gnorc Gnexus only used one way portals.

"Don't worry. We just have to have find a return pad and put in the location." Quartz stated as she strode on ahead.

At the end of the tunnels was another stone platform built onto the other side of the island. Wide and with much space it led to several buildings along the rocky cliffs. Spyro and Marble kept an eye out for any trouble as Quartz led them along till finally they reached a huge room. Round with many shuddering pipes and whirring wires that all seemed to flow towards a platform in the center. Quartz quickly ran to the console to type in some commands as the pair climbed up to the metal disk. With a nod Quartz stepped back and hurried along as well to join them as the machine sparked into life. Without warning they was teleported back to the Gnexus.

"Oh, jeez." Spyro blurted out as his head spun. "That is some terrible portal magic." He groaned as Marble all but fell over. As they worked to regain some composure Quartz continued to help as she took the keystone out of the chest and brought it close to the head. The giant metal eye's glowed for a moment before opening the massive maw. The portal's name telling her that they had to go to somewhere called "Twilight Harbour" next but something was wrong. Spyro could not help but notice her sudden hesitation.

"What's up?" Spyro asked noticing her going pale.

"Twilight Harbour is the biggest navy port in the Gnorc empire! If they spot a Dragon we would have a hundred soldiers after us in a second." She explained with much worry, enough to make even Spyro start to panic on how they were supposed to get around but Marble had other ideas.

"Hey Quartz, as far as I know you are supposed to be a General of Gnasty right? Why can't we just wait here while you pop in?" Marble asked to which Quartz only stared blankly for a moment.

"Oh, right! Forgot about that." She said with a laugh. "I will be back soon." Quartz mentioned as she took a step towards the portal but Spyro stopped her to give some words of care followed by a kiss for good luck. With a nod she took a deep breath to steady herself before stepping through the metallic portal.

The harbor was exactly as she remembered it being. Smoky, as if the very air had rusted over from years of misuse. A dozen battleships could be seen even from the armored docks she stood on, each one with hundreds of soldiers. With head held high she strode forward in the direction of the nearest barracks as Gnorcs she passed stopped to salute her respectfully. It had been so long since she last walked down these grimy stone streets, the pale hum of the lampposts only seemed louder now with any comfort they once held long gone. Soldiers, workers, engineers, they all sat at tables or on the floor to drink or gamble in the light of the sunset. Come night they would move to their homes, if they have one, while the night shift would replace them.

The barracks was close as many back up sailors and soldiers would stay here before shipping off to other islands however she could not shake the worries in the back of her mind. With eyes cold to those around her she walked through the armored front doors like she owned the place. The Gnorc at the front desk instantly snapping to attention and even standing.

"Sir! I did not expect you to be back so soon!" He spoke, clear and loud like a grunt in boot camp.

"Oh really? Mind telling me why in the coiled hells the army has not left yet? The scouting crew sent to secure the Dragons are getting real antsy."

"Um... Eh, Gnasty has stated that the army is simply not good enough to move out yet and with them all in crystal anyway we might as well just hang back. Sir."

"Oh and do you support the idea to send the Generals with barely any supplies but then delay a month with no word? Grunt?" She spat leaning on the desk.

"N-no Sir. Mam. Toasty Sir."

"Good. Now how about you help us all out here and tell me where a special stone is, little square thing with enchanted metal plated to it?"

The Gnorc stood thinking for a moment before something clicked in his mind. With hurry, he ran over to the cabinets behind him, then to the others, then the safe on the back wall. Finally, taking what he was looking for back to Quartz for her to see, a folder. Within was barely any information on what the stone does but there was the current location of it as well as the plans for the future. The good news was that the stone was being kept at the nearby arcanist. The bad was that they had perfected the larger portal design and within a few days would send an upgrade team to turn the Gnexus into a much bigger issue.

With a huff she turned on the spot and left. Out of the vault like doors, down the cracked path and out into the streets once more. Legs picking up speed as while she did have stronger magic now it was never smart to be out at night. The Gnorcs only had few laws which mostly focused on doing your job and not stopping others from doing theirs. The arcanist thankfully was still where she remembered it, in the middle of nowhere lest they blow themselves up again and need to rebuild. It was different from the other metal plated buildings that stood tall all around, it was shorter, more armored but with a glass dome instead of a roof as apparently it was easier to fix.

The second she entered the door there was Gnorcs to greet her, to know what exactly the great General of Gnasty needed with this humble laboratory. A grin almost breaking out as she lay her demands for needing the keystone, under order of Gnasty himself, a huge bag of Fr89c and an experimental portal generator. Between the lies of more funding and the occasional flirt they did not even question it.

Keystone secured she did not yet return to the Gnexus. With a cheery tune being hummed out she at first headed to the postal office to send an excited letter of discovery and invention to every other major Gnorc city. Promises of power and money guaranteeing her plan would come through as any stupid Gnorc leader would jump at the chance to be the one to solve the energy crisis.

The last stop on her coming home trip was the magielectrical power station Nimbus. Not like the other buildings in this city, it was shiny and polished with huge glass windows and lights all over just to show off. With this one she did not take the front door as well but instead took the hidden sewer hatch that led to a couple of vents. Not heading to the central core, not yet. She was instead heading down to the basement where not too long ago she used to run in a wheel to power this mess. She knew the secret a long time ago but had no place to argue, the fact that the wheel was pointless. It was the electrical magic she could generate that would be amplified into massive amounts of free energy and of course when she won her place as a General they need to find a work around.

Jumping down out of the vent she stood in the wheel room where one pointless wheel had been replaced with dozens, her flock was granted safety yes but at a cost. Even with all of her flock running the wheels they did not generate nearly as much as her magic but it was enough to let her leave at least. She did not care much for them really, they did not have her intelligence nor did they treat her any better than the Gnorcs but in the end she was the better creature here. The poor state that these creatures was in was simply too horrific to overlook, they were overworked, underfed and no doubt the Gnorcs would use them for their own sick gain during breaks.

The rams noticed her approach, the tired eyes no longer held anger or resentment but a longing to be free and safe. A single electric shot to the control console was all that was needed to stop the wheels while the portal generator needed much more concentration as she rigged it up to the city power lines, combined with her magic to guide the portal location she could open up a way to the Dragon Islands for one precious minute. The Sheep and rams was quick to move despite how tired they were, the fresh grass being nothing short of heavenly. It made Quartz feel relieved at least that she could help them.

Next was the central power core. An already unstable fusion of magic and technology that could use many things as fuel, it was with years of living under this thing that Quartz eventually worked out a great way for her revenge. The Fr89c, it was a gray, toxic powder that when combined with different things would give many effects but there was one in particular she about to use. When mixed with even a little water and put under intense heat it would eventually detonate with enough force to wipe a city off the map. The substance was so new and experimental that when the letters in the other cities come through she doubted they would test things out first. She stood with exit portal raring to go.

Spyro was sitting around in the Gnexus getting some sun with Marble when Quartz returned. The pair of them jumping to their feet to see if she was alright and ask some questions of how it went. She answered truthfully too, the keystone, the freeing of her flock and of course her long thought out plan to cut the empire back something hard. Spyro wanted to object to her extreme method of stopping the Gnorcs but in the end he had nothing good to say about them, it was either this or let them spread all over the world. They watched as the portal to the Twilight Harbour flickered and then turned off as the location was lost.

Quartz sat recovering some energy and unwinding from the stress of the day so far when Spyro and Marble started to explain the ideas they had come up with while Quartz had been out. They had decided to have one last intimate moment before they face Gnasty so if all things do go bad they could at least go out with a happy time fresh in memory Spyro explained. Quartz knew that was more of an excuse than anything but she still liked the idea.

They had decided to go back to the cove, since there was few Gnorcs there anyway, and it was more comfortable than the salt encrusted metal of the Gnexus platform. Without all the water pollution and storage crates in fact the cove could have easily passed for a tropical island, the sun was hot but comfortable with a refreshing salt breeze. Spyro was the one to pick out a location, oddly enough on top of some wooden crates that did give a nice view of the ocean and with a blanket the wood was better than metal any day.

"It is going to be nice." Spyro said quietly as he wrapped his arms around his girls. "Just us and our own little Island somewhere, full of grass and sun."

"I hope you guys do not mind showing me around the Dragon Realms some time though, I want to see everything." Quartz replied as she rested her head on his side, Marble as well giving a nod of her own as she would love to have a second tour around with no dangers.

Minutes passed before Quartz realized that Spyro's arm was no longer around Marble's shoulders and was instead around her waist. The warm coos becoming increasingly audible as his wandering hands softened her up but Quartz broke away to lay on the floor.

"I am a little out of it from yesterday but I would not mind helping." She explained with a grin as she waved to Marble to come over. Liking the idea Spyro pulled his hand away to help Marble get up. A gentle push on her rear to get moving given but he stopped to take one last look at the view himself. Turning around to get a nice view of Quartz picking up where he had left off he walked over, a single large hand gently raising Marble's head so he could kiss her properly. If this might be the last moment together then he wanted it to be right, nothing intense, no aches. Just a few tender moments of pleasure together as his tongue wrapped around hers playfully and heated breath mixed together in the wind. Marble moaned into his mouth as Quartz hit a sweet spot and dug her muzzle further in before withdrawing quickly for air.

They switched around. Marble lowering her head down to take care of Quartz's own needs as Spyro took up the most traditional of positions behind her, giving Quartz a lovely view of her own. Spyro was as gentle as ever with slow deliberate thrusts that plucked her softly while his own gasps of pleasure rang in her ears like music. Leaning forward and bracing a hand beside her head he worked simply, eyes closing to help picture her more. Quartz let out a long, low moan as Marble massaged her sex with her tongue, taking in every soft curve and dewy fold with patience. Her eyes could only look up at the pair enjoying themselves above while the errant drop of sweet and sour mixed together was quickly licked clean off her muzzle.

Long minutes passed till Spyro's slow rhythm picked up just an ounce more speed while Marble's lurid kissing of the gray ewe below stopped in need off catching her breath. It was sudden, a shuddering and reliving release of bodily tensions. The excess of which rained down to leave Quartz with a maw full of sticky treats. Her eyes snapped open as she felt Marble continue her advances with renewed passion. With Quartz having so kindly cleaned the pair up they lay there for a moment in the setting sun.

Tomorrow would be Gnasty's end.

All the Dragons had been freed. Every single gem collected and all the Generals defeated, one of which even swapped sides. Now the trio stood on the floating metal platform of Gnorc Gnexus ready to head to the final world and defeat the king of the Gnorcs, Gnasty. Using the keystone that Quartz had managed to steal yesterday they opened the giant mechanical Dragon head to reveal the portal that was aptly named after the vile leader himself. Spyro being the first to walk up the metal tongue and enter with Quartz and Marble being close behind.

On the other side was a round arena, all plated metal with dull yellow lights lining the edge just enough to see. A single seat protected with an energy barrier stood ahead with no other than Gnasty himself sitting in it.

"Spyro." He said as he stood up. "And your little toys" Gnasty spoke with a deep but calm voice that seemed to echo around the arena. "Why do you continue to fight me? We have an empire! Machines to do everything we need. We only desire the magic to fuel it and you Dragons are literally overflowing with such." He spoke simply as if trying to teach a child. "Together we could have everything! You could have all the Sheep you want, all the Dragons, as much treasure or food or anything. Why be some animal wasting away your time in the grass when you could be a king of a thousand islands."

"The only animal here is you Gnorcs. You destroy and devour everything, even if i gave you all the magic in the world you would only use it up and end up back at the start." Spyro shouted back as he paced back and forth.

"We are stuck, I am humble and great enough to admit that. The Druids gave us fresh magic for our machines and was close to discovering the source of such power. The Nomads were the best scouts and had promised to us regrow our population with the help of Jaq who, as i speak, is using ancient power to create new females. All can help and with the Dragons we would be an empire reborn!" His words bellowed, sweet and toxic both.

"The Druids was stealing Dragon magic. The Nomads was nothing but savage beasts and Jaq was so full of madness that he made nothing but horrors. The Dragons will only be your end." Spyro bellowed back.

"Truly I am sad that you must resort to such violence. I may not know why I can not trap you like the others but I can still kill you just as easy." With a tap of his foot hitting some unseen button two panels opened up on either end of the arena, with one a strange little creature came speeding through with a key. At the other a whole group of tough looking Gnorc Knights "I bid you good luck in trying to take the key off the fastest creature I know while my personal legion mashes you into paste."

Gnasty sat down in amusement but it was Spyro that started to laugh first.

"Marble, get the key. Quartz with me!" He shouted as they broke off. Marble's magically enhanced speed causing Gnasty's eyes to grow wide in shock while Spyro and Quartz's combinations of fire and electricity decimated the first wave of the knights before they knew what was even coming. The next wave proving to be at least be more competent as the heavy silver shields proved to block more shots but even so could not stand up to the brute force of Spyro. It was only when they started to bring out forces armed with technology that they proved even the smallest bit of a challenge, the armor now enhanced their strength and the weapons ranged from guns to electrified shields.

Marble meanwhile had just entered the tunnel the robed creature had sped into it. The far brighter lighting only proving to be disorientating but even so she still saw the telling glint of metal wire, a trap most likely. Her pride in seeing the danger and nimbly hopping over it however was short-lived as doing so did not stop the tunnel from unfolding into a metallic death trap of spikes and saws. It was scary yes but no more so than everything she had done so far to get here, deep down she felt a wave of relief almost in that because she was here with her speed and small frame she could clear this obstacle with far more ease than Spyro could... Spyro! As she was daydreaming both Spyro and Quartz was currently fighting the best the Gnorcs had to offer and so with new-found determination pushed herself that bit faster.

Gnasty could not believe this. The white Sheep had turned out to be some kind of mage or mutant that could run at monstrous speeds while his old General Toasty, now named Quartz of all things, had been lying about her power.

"She must have been lying... how else would she become this strong in a week..." Gnasty muttered to himself as he sat watching Spyro and Quartz tear his elite guard apart. The metal scrap that had been torn up or knocked down from the explosions and gunfire providing an advantage to the pair that only annoyed him. Just as they had cleared yet another group of Gnorcs as well Marble returned with key in mouth, the robed creature proving to be quick enough to outrun the traps but lacked the stamina to keep up with her.

Gnasty started to panic. He had no idea the Sheep could fight let alone use such powerful magic and combined with Spyro's own Draconic strength made them a force to be reckoned with. He stood up, stepping around the chair quietly before running off down the corridor just as the final wave of knights stepped into the arena. They too was met with a quick end, the gems they left behind proving to waste more time for the trio than anything. Heading over to the wall below the high but now empty seat Marble used the key to unlock the energy field. With a grind a set of steps formed out of the wall too. They were cautious but pursued with what haste they could in case Gnasty had any other traps or tricks ready for them. Behind the plush chair there was a short and worryingly dark corridor but following it they quickly ended up outside. The arena they found was built on an incredibly toxic looking purple lake, a pathway high up from the bubbling liquid was made of various bits of junk all welded together. Here or there along the pathway a tall silo of machinery could be seen sticking out of the toxic lake below for the path to connect to, all very mysterious to what purpose this place has or used to have.

With caution they followed the creaking pathway along as it twisted and snaked its way from one sticky pillar of technology to another. Nothing but the pale yellow glow of buzzing bulbs to be seen until they finally reached a much bigger platform that seemed to be the entrance to a large factory looking building. The door looked completely sealed and as they approached Gnasty suddenly jumped down from above, the giant crackling mace he wielded smashing part of the pathway they had come from away to trap them.

With a growl he attacked, the great mace rocking the scrap metal platform with every weighty blow but that same weight made him slow. His flailing arms proving to be more of a challenge as they could not get near enough for a solid hit without risking being knocked off. Gnasty did not seem to have any cares as he strode about trying to smash them with not an ounce of grace or plan to be found. It was only his overwhelming brute strength that even kept him alive so far but even that had a limit as in his frustration he brought his great mace down with enough force to make the once creaking platform now teeter as metal supports snapped. A single sneaky shot from Quartz as he stood off balance only seemed to annoy him though and so with some level of thought to the situation charged his way through the sealed door to escape. The trio hot on his tail as they just managed to get into the building as the wobbling platform lost all balance and fell into the toxic muck below.

"I don't think this is working." Spyro sighed as he sat down on the dusty metal with a thud.

"Do not be fooled." Quartz replied sitting down next to him. "Gnasty has stayed in power with shows of force and pretending to know what he is doing, this might be his first fight..."

"Still strong though, what do you think we should do?"

"Use his lack of brains or experience against him right? His armor seems to have been made to make him immune to the electricity that Gnorcs use but even he was surprised when you hit him." Marble added as a matter of fact.

Standing up and shaking the dust off him Spyro agreed that strength and fancy armor alone is not going to let him win this fight, they just need to get him in a location that he does not have the advantage over. As they started to head deeper into the building they could only wonder what this place was. Quartz did not even know so it had to be extremely old or a big secret but she could tell what some technology did at least, the pipes and pumps indeed told a story but one that did not match how the Gnorcs worked. This was not a factory, it was a power station. Using the raw power of magma this must have once been a volcano but for some reason something went wrong. The purple corrupted lake outside being either an attempt to make something better than magma or sabotage. As Quartz ran down her list of possibilities she could only be more and more disgusted at the Gnorcs, did they really throw away this much in the pursuit of wealth.

As they were heading deeper into the ruined facility the lights suddenly turned on. The groan and screaming of old machinery long since dead brought back to life causing the very ground to shake. The trio started to make haste lest the entire place fell apart around them but luckily as they rounded the next corner they came across Gnasty clumsily fiddling with some controls in an attempt to use the ruins against them.

Hearing them approach he turned with a wide swing of his mace before jumping down a nearby hole in the floor. Following him down they found themselves in a long twisting hallway where the floor had fallen away into the lava underneath the building. Despite Gnasty's size he was quick and by the time they had caught sight of him jumping from one rusty ledge to another he had already made it to the other side.

"Is he leading us somewhere or just running away?" Spyro spoke up in annoyance as he began to follow.

"Either way I am sure he can not survive falling into this stuff anymore than we can." Quartz replied as she just managed to hop off a metal beam before it snapped and fell into the lava below.

Landing on the other side and quickly heading through the next doorway they found themselves in a round room with Gnasty waiting. The heavy door slammed shut with a shudder behind them as dust was sent scattered across the room, the hazy lights flickering in effort to keep running while the once sturdy metal that made up the entire room now seemed to creak like any old wood.

"I am impressed you know." Gnasty started to speak as he slung the mace onto his shoulder. "The main Army might be here but I sent nothing but the best to secure the islands, each one of the stupid generals had to defeat a hundred of the finest Gnorcs in combat to even be considered for the position but you lot?" He chuckled. "You defeated them all while traveling across a dozen Islands in a month... maybe i have should have been training Sheep instead of savages and mages all this time..." His footsteps heavy as he approached, a dirty grin breaking out. "The offer still stands you know. You could join me, with another crystallization ritual there would be none to stop us! I could offer you everything, your own Island, dozens of Sheep or Gnorcs or whatever the hell gets you off at night."

"Funny because when I defeat you I can buy my own island anyway and retire with the two greatest girls on this planet but by all means, sit there and try to think of something I could want while we are burying you in this place." Spyro snapped as he charged forward and under a swing of Gnasty's great mace, a slash of his tail doing little more than knocking the wind out of the giant Gnorc. Before he could retaliate however Quartz fired a crack shot of lightning into his face while at the same Marble charged into his legs, his metal boots holding no grip on the grimy metal as he skidded straight into a wall. Enraged now he lashed out with blind fury but still his swings was too slow, nothing more than the ungraceful flailing of a giant child in anger. No real training, no experience, the greatest warrior of the Gnorcs proving to be nothing more than a self-proclaimed title that was backed up only with fear. In an act of desperation he overcharged the electric mace and brought it down with as much force as he could in order to shake the building apart. The ground gave away in spots to reveal the molten stone far below but his feeble tactic of using the ruins against them proved foolish as he turned to face Spyro who was grinning and flickering with intense fire.

In a grand plume of flame the vapid king of the brutal Gnorcs was sent screaming down to the hellfire below. The three heroes of the Dragon Islands stood almost in shock as they expected something more, a trick, a reveal to some illusion but nothing came. Gnasty in the end was truly not the strongest, smartest or wisest after all.

Carefully heading back through the ruins and thanks to the gliding of Spyro they managed to get back to the arena where a small Gnorc was waiting for them. Clad in simple cloth it stood to stare at them from a moment from across the arena before placing something down on the ground and running off into the maintenance tunnels it came from. Curious the trio descended the stairs to see what it had left behind.

"A keystone?" Spyro asked picking up the enchanted stone.

"A very fancy one. Do you think this was Gnasty's personal key?" Quartz replied back.

"There was an extra dragon head thing in the Gnexus remember?" Marble chimed in.

True enough as soon as they used the return portal back to the Gnexus there was one final metal dragon head to open and inside they found a portal interestingly named, "Gnasty's Loot."

On the other side was a huge metal building that was almost castle like it design sitting on a sunny and surprisingly clean island. The courtyard where they had entered had treasure filled chests all over and four crystal dragons laid out in a row like trophies.

"Ah thanks my lad, again!" Cleetus spoke to start.

"Indeed but i thought you had been defeated." Cosmos, the leader of the Magic Crafters continued. He turned to Lateef who had just shook off the crystal. "You told us that Spyro had failed and that, armed with the knowledge of how to resist the spell, we would continue the mission." His words disturbing cold despite the fiery eyes as he stared down the old Dragon.

"I did not expect Spyro to lie." Lateef simply stated as he strode over to Spyro.

"I didn't lie and even if you did not understand me you still tricked everyone.

"You said proximity to a Sheep would make the spell miss and what I told everyone was not incorrect. I deemed you unfit for this silly adventure of yours." Lateef snapped back.

"Do calm yourselves. Lateef please, let's return back to the Artisans and I will explain what Spyro meant with 'being close to the Sheep.'" Cosmos called out as he stood between them. Lateef could only look on with a scowl before snapping his head away and heading to the portal. Some farewells and thanks later to the rest of the Dragons and the trio decided to explore further. This huge location proving to be Gnasty's personal vacation home filled as well with piles of treasures, artwork, music and more from his conquests. All of which Spyro was determined to take with him for one reason or another. Finally after one last long look around the polished halls and shiny rooms they headed to the last vault, the great treasure room of the Gnorc king where the remaining bits of the Dragon treasure was stored but even so the sheer amount of gems amazed them.

Spyro was nothing short of ecstatic over it all as he strode over to of the pile of gems. His amused laughter quickly spreading to Marble and Quartz too as the end of the journey dawns of them.

"Well, I was doubting how big of a home we could get but this sure changes things a bit." Spyro stated as he leaned back on the piles of treasure.

"What do you mean?" Quartz asked. "I thought we have tons of gems by now."

"We do but almost all of that has to be returned when we get back to the Artisans, this pile however is all ours. Every single one." He explained while throwing a handful of blue gems into the air. They understood his happiness now as there must have been thousands of gems here, more than an entire Realm would have stored. Quartz stepped up the gem pile to sit by him, the hard stones not the most comfy but her plush wool helped to cushion herself as Marble sat down on his other side.

"We both are really grateful for choosing us for this little adventure you know." Marble said smoothly. A hinting nod and playful eyes informing Quartz much before she took her muzzle down to lick Spyro across his scales. With an agreeing hand petting her head she continued her work as Quartz caught on to the game and joined in. The first taste of softer flesh now growing was caught and slipped into the Marble's maw as Quartz worked herself lower. Small licks, gentle.

Spyro leaned back trying not to get too full of himself but as he looked down to the mountain of wealth and two beautiful girls currently licking every inch of his erection he could not help but grin content. His right hand stayed to still rub Marble's head affectionately but his left was feeling more adventurous as it ran down Quartz's back to give her a taste of something else. There was no longer any time constraints and he was feeling particularly lazy to day as he slowly dragged his fingers gently over her velvety sex, his mind full of possibilities. There was so many places they could go, so much they could do and Quartz had not yet seen even half of the Dragon islands. Not even half of the best sunsets where they could make love for hours. He sighed. Before then, they still had to return all the gems and get in contact with the Architects in order to build their own home.

"Change of plan girls." Spyro said as he pulled Marble off him. "We got one more stop before we can relax so let's get this finished the right way OK?" His question strained a bit by how hard he was but since they were lying on a bed of rock hard gemstones they both did agree that a softer place would be more appropriate to celebrate in.

With the last of the treasures packed up they headed back to the Gnexus. The keystones broken and the platform made to sink, just in case any use it for their own gain, they then boarded the balloon to take them back to the Artisans. It was a nice break, a small respite even where they could relax on the bobbing winds before the next rush came. Spyro leaned on the side of the basket to watch the waves go by, the sun was still quite high and the water as lovely as ever but he could not help but feel a bit sad that the adventure was ending. Looking over to his two girls relaxing in the back however did fill him with some closure.

Arriving once more at the Artisans they were greeted by dozens of Dragons from all the different Realms as well as a big colorful festival that was all but Beast Makers in design.

"Ah my lad there you are!" Shouted Delbin from across the way as he came running to greet the heroes. "Fine work with that brute of a Gnorc! Go on now and celebrate while we sort the busy work." He spoke warmly while taking the now heavy chest off Spyro. The festival was not fully underway but no doubt would be going for several days yet. Even now the air was abuzz with exotic smells and an intoxicating atmosphere for anyone walking the pathways. Interestingly as well off to the side by the pond was several Dragons fiddling with all sorts of scavenged Gnorc technology.

"Ay you there, the dark woolly lass." An almost pink Dragon called to Quartz. "Come here for a moment, I heard you are a right tinker with the green skin's machines and I would right love if you could explain somethings."

"I am sure she can help but what you are lot up to?" Spyro answered while nodding to Quartz.

"Name's Sadiki. Current leader of a little project." The pink Dragon spoke, his words thick with the Beast Makers slurs. "Ever seen you beat up that right clanging Metalhead i have been looking over its workings, then others from other Realms came to me with different machines and you know what I decided? Clean magic powered machines that can do things magic alone can not is real handy." He spoke at length till he ran out of air. "You should see Andor on the other end of the tents, ever since we got that noisy ice box working he has been making more iced cream stuff or other frozen foods than I know what to do with! Anyway, me along with some others are thinking of making our own machine focused realm and want to invite your Quartz to be our leader." His words drawled out at speed to the point that the invitation was almost lost to them, almost. Quartz turned to face him in thought but happily shook her head.

"I am not an engineer, i just know some basics so I could only really help you to get started..."

"Ay it's alright woolly lass when we get set up come visit us some time, you are always welcome. Same with you Spyro and ehm, Marble."

After some advice on what does what with the machines, as well what not to touch, they headed back out. Marble leading the group this time as she excitedly headed off in the direction Andor was set up. The promise of more ice cream being too tempting for her to pass up. Spyro however stayed some distance back to take in more of what was set up for later and found that even now several tents had small machines here or there. Little things that simply made the work easier.

Several frozen treats later and once Quartz had been taught what brain freeze was they decided to find a nice private spot to relax for a while but unfortunately the tents stretched from one end of the grassy fields to another. Finally they decided to head into one of the nearby portals to find some peace but as they were heading to one such that was in the middle of the celebrations they once again got stopped.

"Spyro yes? My name is Zikomo, will you follow me for a moment?" The pale blue Dragon asked. Old and tall with a cold gaze telling them he was of the Dream Weavers so they hoped he had not come looking for a fight. Reluctantly Spyro nodded and followed him along only to be led to a new portal. Made of freshly polished marble, engraved with royal purple signets and finished with dusty quartz gems. The comparison was not lost on the trio either.

"Raise your hand to activate it, your companions may do so as well." Zikomo stated as he waved a hand for them to do so. Spyro was the first to try it, walking forward and raising a hand to the portal it indeed came to life with a bright flash. Curious they stepped through to find a small floating island, protected by the same bubble magic as the Dream Weavers but just as lush as the Artisans. A small collection of trees made up the entrance while a river cut through the middle, on the left was a round stone platform that had their enchanted chest sitting on it while to the right was a cave of some sort.

"This is our gift to you, everything the Realms have to offer and some basics to get started in your home. For free of course. If you wish to return to the party then know it is going to continue for three days yet so enjoy and relax." He spoke coldly but with an odd friendly smile. "Oh and know that Lateef will soon be demoted from leader. I... we all have been making the mistake of thinking ourselves the better because of our knowledge. A dangerous habit. Feel free to visit the Dream Weavers any time you like, our doors and most ancient of secrets are open to you." With that he took a dignified bow and exited back through the portal which quickly flicked to a close.

The cave in the back was not actually a cave they found but a rustic living space. A central huge bed stood in the very middle of the room under a grand stone gazebo while all around was a sea of gems. Every single one they have been left to keep, thousands. A bridge of pillows left here and there in order to help the Sheep navigate. On the edge of the rocky room was two different water pools, one for drinking and the other for bathing most likely, as well as a simple kitchen. The entire area lit up with glowing crystals that seemed to shine with the same sunlight as outside. Spyro could not believe that they would do all this for free but as he plopped himself down on the plush silk bed he was glad they did.

"Three days the party is lasting. How about we spend today here?" He excitedly called over to Marble and Quartz having a look around the room. A pair of grins letting him know the answer instantly.

Spyro let out a yawn. Rolling off the plush silken pillows that formed the bed he headed lazily across the gems to where the kitchen was. Breathing a dot of magic into the power crystal he flicked a switch for a machine to quickly boil water before heading over to the ice enchanted box full of food. He stretch out and felt a knot of tension in his neck pop as he debated what to do. The three days of partying was coming to an end and with every World in the Artisans being trashed at this point there would no doubt be a day of rest followed by several of clean up. Spyro chuckled. Even when the adventure has ended there is always so much to do.

"Good morning you two." Spyro joyfully called out to Marble and Quartz who was still lazing on the bed. Carefully he handed them two bowls of a hot drink while sitting down with his own, the heated scents of nuts and coffee already doing wonders to wake them up. "Since the Artisans is a bit of a mess right now i thought we could take a trip to the Peace Keepers today."

"The desert?" Marble spoke up questioningly.

"Yep the desert. You remember a few days ago Sadiki said they was going to create a machine Realm? Well I heard that you get to it from the Peace Keepers and because of the connection all kinds of things have been changing." Spyro explained, clearly not telling them the full story. The Sheep pair exchanged some interested looks as they sipped the drinks, debating and thinking before they both gave out a not of approval.

"Why not. I have been wanting to go visit the Peace Keepers for ages now." Quartz added as she finished her coffee and rolled off the bed with a pomf. Heading to the exit Spyro made usre to grab the chest on the way just in case. The Artisans was truly a mess. The long celebrations was on its last few hours but everybody was using this time to wind down or even clean up in spots. Making there way past the sleeping Dragons and tents they headed along the warm summer grass to the balloonist's dock.

The ride over was just like they did the first time but now with an extra Sheep in tow. Quartz's fear of flying losing out to her curiosity as she sat overlooking the edge the basket to try and see anything interesting. Far below was the Arcane Ocean, a deep blue world with gentle waves that hides all kinds of strange beasts while high above not a single cloud could be seen. The air seemed to get increasingly warmer as they floated along. The sun becoming more and more fierce as they started to approach the Peace Keepers Realm.

"That's new." Spyro spoke out loud as he caught sight of the docks in the distance. The normally simple wooden pier and stone entrance was gone. The pier was now stone and longer than normal while the entrance had a mighty metal door with an imposing looking wall of stone and steel. The glowing crystals, studded gems and engravings were all Dragon in design however. As they floated down to land Spyro noticed that there was still some construction going on behind the wall. Suddenly the metal door gave out a loud clank and started to raise to reveal Titan and a small group of other Dragons.

"Ay there. Spyro, Marble and Quartz welcome to the all new Peace Keepers!" Titan shouted to them as he welcomed them warmly. "Let me give you a tour of our little home." His voice was brimming with excitement the likes of which Spyro had never heard from him before.

Past the great wall they entered the canyon like island. The trio stopping to stare amazed at the changes that had already happened. The center pillar of rock had been replaced with a huge odd looking castle tower. Rings of metal helped keep it together while huge crystal windows let in light. High up at the top it was holding up what seemed to be the beginnings of a huge glass dome that would one day cover the entire dusty area. Spyro could feel the difference under it instantly as the sun was not as strong nor the heat as intense.

"Amazing am i right?" Titan continued as they started to head along the fresh stone path. "Thanks to those Shapers that moved in my eyes have been right opened to this sort of stuff. The tower you see is special as it, eh. The light hitting the glass is partly sucked in and moved to the tower that converts it into aether." He tried to explain. They walked past the purple lake that was now looking more clear and even had railings on the sides. The bridge to the store room now fixed as well. "Only one of many wonders! With it we will have so much energy that we will be able to power a dozen locations with not an ounce of sweat." Titan boasted.

"It does look impressive. Who are theses Shapers you mentioned?" Spyro asked.

"Sadiki and those lot. Bit too much brain for my liking but I owe them big for all these amazing changes. We will one day be stronger than ever! This entire Realm will be protect from all nasty magic, with giant walls and... stuff." Titan was almost bouncing along with his visions of a better castle to sit in as they passed over the purple river and headed to the tower. "Just go inside the tower, there is a portal to the new Realm." He explained as he tried to hurry the group along.

Spyro went first as he entered the giant tower. Inside was a single room with shiny metal plating and an extra large portal in the middle. The roof was domed and had glass lining it all that seemed to let in tons of sunlight.

"Metal Shapers?" Marble spoke out loud as she caught sight of the name.

"Seems fitting." Spyro added as he stood in front of the large portal. He looked around the room. It was kind of Gnorc but no pipes, no pollution, it was clean and fresh. Still he debated if these changes was in the end going to be a positive as he headed through the portal. On the other side was a room almost identical to the one they had just been in. The only difference being that the roof did not have glass and instead was reinforced.

Stepping outside they found that they was high up. The tower having a ring like platform that allowed them to look around the new Realm. It was round, perfectly so. With the north west having a waterfall of lava that pooled underneath the tower while the north east had a normal water river instead. To the south was a huge building that had been built onto the side of the odd stone dome they seemed to be in.

"Over here!" Quartz shouted to the pair as she found the south side of the platform had some kind of lift that lowered down across the dome to the building. It was open topped and connected to a heavy line that was built onto poles in the roof. The controls was extremely simple as well with only one switch, up and down.

Sitting on the large plush cushions they watched over the edge as the machine slowly started to descend down towards the building. The stone dome they were in hand the same metal rings as the tower but much thicker and placed from the ground all the way to the roof. Spyro pointed out to his girls that the platform they was on did not actually go all the way down and was instead hanging off the roof as well. Far underneath was another odd building that was taking in both magma and water for some reason with several huge wires connecting the two.

The lift shook as it approached the south building. Two giant doors in the roof slid open for it to slip aside what looked like quite a nice entrance. Two doors on the left and right stood closed while the rest of the room looked quite furnished. Bushes, a polished tile floor and waiting for them a group of older Dragons.

"There you ares! Welcome to the Metal Shapers." Sadiki stated as he wrapped Spyro up in a hug, much to the amusement of Marble and Quartz.

"Thanks." Spyro replied breaking free. "I did not expect you to build so much so quick."

"Ah in truth most of the Realm is not done at all and we have no portals to other places yet." Sadiki stated. "But! What we have is the basics which is right good you see. Come." He continued while giving them a wave to follow. "You see this Realm is deep underground, right below Peace Keepers! The tower goes all the way down to the Roof Overview Platform and then the power goes even more down to the Conversion Labs. More on that in a bit." He explained as he headed out of the right door and down some stairs. "This main building is the Invention Labs! We create stuff, try new stuff, just mash and smash and throw stuff together till something happens you see. When it works it goes into more testing, anything useful or cool noted down too." They turned a few corners into a huge room where a dozen Dragons was each working on something in there own space.

"Are you being careful?" Spyro asked. "The Gnorcs downfall was because of technology, it made them lazy too."

"Oh i understand fully but you see Spyro we are the same. We Dragons have worlds full of materials and supplies to build another dozen Dragon Islands but we have done nothing for centuries. So many Worlds are falling apart or are just neglected. What i seek you see is the opposite of lazy, to inspire! To build! Without damaging nature or destroying the world of course. We are so many years behind everyone else so we must catch up you see." Sadiki spoke proudly of his vision as he led them deeper into the work halls.

"Alright but i will keep an eye on you." Spyro joked as he stood watching all the testing going on. "Speaking of which, what is being worked on?"

"Ah apart from general stuff like new materials, what conducts magic and what does not we are trying to improve the bubble magic. One day, as a pure result of this magitech of ours, i want to have this Realm sunny and full of grass." Sadiki explained.

While Quartz went to give some information on Gnorc tech and how to not blow themselves up Marble and Spyro stepped outside to have a look around. The ground was mostly rock and soil with one a simple path carved out from one building to another, to turn this into an oasis of sorts would indeed be a long road. With Spyro's approval helping to ease the new Metal Shaper Dragons they gave them a few new tubs of iced cream before seeing them off.

Back up the lift and through the portal they walked out into the now cooler Peace Keepers once more. With much to think about and the future of the Dragons weighing on his mind Spyro took a slow walk back through the dusty landscape.

"Are you going to be alright?" Marble asked seeing him so lost in his mind. "I can understand that all these changes are going to be hard to get used to."

"I have no worries about the new technology. I mean a lot i even love but it is what he said. 'We have been falling behind' compared to the other races. I wonder if we were on the edge of stagnation ourselves, just sleeping as our Islands and Realms collapse to ruin around us..." Spyro thought out loud mournful. He stopped mid walk as both Marble and Quartz surprised him from both sides with a hug. He looked down to them with a smile. No matter how hard it would get at least always would have them by him.

Spyro let out a sigh. It had been a surprisingly long day with the trips to and from the Peace Keepers and as he lay down on the bed spooning some Rapple flavored iced cream into Quartz's mouth he could not help but feel at peace. It was looking like another quiet evening.

"It is like a sour apple but also a little like strawberry jam?" Quartz pondered as she rolled the sweet stuff around her mouth.

"What about this one?" Spyro asked to Marble as he dug the spoon into some light green iced cream.

"Hmm." Marble hummed taking the mouthful. "It tastes... Salty but with a refreshing fruit twist to it. How weird." She concluded. "I can not believe they made dozens of new flavors but forgot to label the first batch." Marble added before opening her mouth for some more.

"At least we get a ton of it for free and a fun game out of it." Spyro replied as he spooned a large amount into his mouth but then leaned forward to suddenly kiss Marble. Her eyes went wide for a moment before slowly closing as she caught on. The pair sharing and tasting the ice cream between each other till it eventually melted. Spyro repeated the action as he spooned a different flavor into his mouth but this time went for Quartz who was watching intently nearby. He could feel her trying not to let out a giggle as his lips wrapped around hers. Tongues lapping away at the frozen treat between them. Wanting more Spyro sat up and pressed forward against Quartz, careful not to break the increasingly messy connection to them as he pulled her onto his lap.

Breaking the kiss she panted for new breath as Spyro kept gently lapping her lips to clean her. Finishing with his fussing he dug his claws into her wool before pushing her firmly down onto himself. Quartz gasped, then groaned as she leaned forward onto Spyro's chest. A gentle rocking to stir up the passionate connections between them. She met fluff to scale with him like a well practised dance, slow, careful. A heated waltz that came to a shuddering end, for one partner at least. With Quartz laying down on the bed to rest Marble had already crept forward to find her spot. Spyro moved quick. Laying his head down on Quartz like a pillow he gave Marble as much room as she needed to sling a leg over his waist.

With the end of the adventure the various mid afternoon delights of bumping tail had slowed down somewhat. There was plenty to keep them busy with the house and new Realm needing a lot of work and building. Even so it only made these little moments all the more sweeter. Slipping a slick finger under Marble's bouncing tail he leaned back, wings spread, to enjoy himself.

"You know. Dragon Shores are opening back up again tomorrow, we should have a trip before they close again." Spyro spoke up between the groans. Quartz interested but tired face telling him all he needed while Marble was still lost to herself. He grinned. Mind wandering to picture them on the rollercoaster or if he could sneak a moment in the tunnel of love. The adventure never really ends.

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Written and Rewritten by Gittons.

Thank you for reading and see you in Spyro 2!