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"There has to be something here that can fix things!" Cynder growled as for the second week in a row she found herself unable to discover anything that could help her mate. "There's not even anything that explains why he didn't turn back!"

For days now she'd been coming here, every night, religiously searching for something that would correct the issue that she knew was utterly her fault. Her mate, Spyro, was stuck in a female body, and for two weeks now he'd (or more accurately she'd) been hiding from the world hoping her mate would be able to fix it. Yet hope was dashed every time Cynder came back from her old castle empty clawed. Spyro had even stopped accompanying her to the decrepit fortress like she'd done the first few times, through fear of being seen.

Yet time was running out for both of them. Spyro couldn't avoid her duty forever, no matter how praised a hero she'd been as a male. The Warfang parade was only a day away and she was always the heart of that event. She was always center stage, leading battalions of Princess Ember's best troops. Cynder dreaded to think what may happen if she didn't find out how to fix things in time, the whole world would find out what the two of them had been up to, dabbling in dark, seductive magic.

By the ancestors, if I hadn't been such a horny fool! The dark-scaled dragoness cursed herself, burying her face in a foreclaw as another shelf of books failed to provide any answers. Now everyone is going to know I'm just some succubus and he's going to suffer for it!

The idea her mate was going to be made a fool off because she just wanted to get off was tearing her apart. No matter what Spyro told her while hiding in their Warfang accommodation, she felt so guilty it was unreal. She couldn't help but see herself as a selfish, sex-craved lunatic, and she knew Spyro at least thought that was a little true too. Her mate was scared, so scared she was making herself sick. Spyro had been having stomach issues for some time after becoming stuck as a female, and every time she saw her suffering, Cynder felt like she'd just drop dead.

"No, no, stop it, Cynder, you can fix this," she hissed to herself, head bowed before she looked up at the endless rows of towering bookshelves that were her old castle's library. "There's got to be another hidden section or something."

Yet that idea was a futile one too. She'd already scoured the dark-arts section of the archive, and the only hidden books she'd found were about turning dragonesses into love-stricken consorts. All that had done was make her feel even worse, knowing that it was a similar spell Malefor had used on her to make her the way she was. Evil, selfish, and uncaring.

No, I'm not like that! She inwardly cursed, desperately looking over the shelves. Okay, let's see, aging curse, love potions, transmogrification... Regeneration potion-craft? She ran through the titles before her with increasing urgency, before finally letting out a sob and falling to the floor, forepaws over her head.

"Oh, Spyro, what have I done? I-I'm so sorry," she whimpered to herself, almost hearing her old master's laugh as if this were some kind of ironic revenge. "I should never have done any of this!"

She kicked out, swiping one of the books she'd dragged off the shelves with a forepaw and sending it scattering through the dust. All the while she hissed smoke, fury building inside her as she felt an urge to simply torch the whole place to spite its uselessness. Yet just as soon as she did, a sound met her ears. For a second she thought it was just her imagination, then the sound of some lowly animal creeping around the ruins. The old fort was inhabited by all kinds of little vermin, but after a moment of consideration, she knew it was neither, the sound was that of paw steps.

Her head shot up, just as the scatter of claws on old stone sounded. In the same instant, she barely caught sight of a crimson silhouette at the end of the long aisle as it vanished into the shadows. Nevertheless, Cynder was still a soldier, she knew the shape of a dragon, and she was sure she saw the whip-like flick of a fiery tail in the stranger's wake.

"Hey, who's there!?" she demanded as she jumped to her paws, yet there was no response other than the bounding of feet as the stranger took off running. "Hey, get back here!"

For the briefest of moments, she forgot all about her plight with Spyro as adrenalin took over and she took off after the stranger. As far as she knew, no one ever came here anymore, the place was said to be haunted and cursed, that no dragon that entered ever made it out alive. Cynder knew better, and she was sure anyone who dared follow her here could not be good news. It could be a servant of her old master, a member of one of those resurrection cults they were always warned about. Either way, as she rounded the end of the aisle and bolted left after the stranger, she had another thought.

We've been coming here too often for too long, someone has gotta have noticed by now? She felt another pang of guilt for getting her mate mixed up in all this just to sate her sexual needs. Well, we'll see how any shady scribe for the Daily Griffin feels when I get my claws on them!

She didn't even call out as she stalked her way after the dusty paw prints at a hurried pace, eventually coming upon the grand archway that connected the library's west wing to the nesting chambers. The looming hall beyond the towering arch of hanging spikes was long and foreboding, higher than three dragons stood on end and lined with the gothic doors that had once been the nesting chambers' entrances. Yet the trail of paw prints led on, right to the end of the hall where the large doors to the grandest of the chambers sat ajar.

"Like to take a peek in the monster's old room, huh?" Cynder muttered under her breath, as she prowled along the hall to the disturbed doors. "Let's see if you know this room as well as I do."

No matter how long it had been and what she'd been through, she recalled the room she'd slept in while serving her old master very well. With a subtle creek of the hulking door, she snaked her way inside like a dark-scaled serpent, exhaling a small puff of flame to light the place. It was gloomy, swarming with dense shadows and covered in thick dust, just like every other room in the cursed castle. Yet the grime highlighted the stranger's paw prints perfectly, she could even see the drag marks of their tail.

Funny, almost looks like they're wearing armor? She observed, kneeling down to inspect the prints, noting a heavy gate and scuff marks from gauntlets. What's going on here?

Just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, however; there was a loud clatter in the gloom. Her head shot up fast as lightning, a hiss of fire escaping her flared nostrils as she exclaimed.

"Okay, enough sneaky games, who's there?" Her eyes scoured the gloom like a hawk, yet she could see nothing but the old rags of her four-poster bed and the tattered furniture. "Where are you?"

She cautiously placed one paw before the other, talons scraping smooth stone as she stalked around old tables and loungers. The walls were decorated by gothic arches and hanging skulls, trophies from her former life sitting among defaced portraits and totems. Candlesticks were smothered by cobwebs and a cool breeze blew in from an open balcony, where a thin, silky curtain fluttered. It was there that a sudden scampering of talons drew Cynder's attention, and her eyes met those of a shadowed stranger.

They were a dragon, to be sure. Yet the bulk of their golden armor made it hard to tell whether they were male or female. All Cynder could make out was the sheen in the dull moonlight and the glint of fiery-red eyes. Yet before she could even call out and demand for them to stop, the stranger spread their wings wide and leaped from the balcony, disappearing into the night.

"Hey, wait, get back here!" called the dragoness as she floundered her way over the bed and lunged for the open air, only to catch herself before falling. "How dare you come here!"

No matter how much she called out and shouted, the stranger was gone, vanishing into the misty canyons below like a ghost.

"Ancestors curse me, now I've no idea who knows what we've been up to," she huffed as she slumped back into the room, tail, and wings flicking angrily. "Won't anyone just give me a break!?"

At that, her tail lashed like a whip, catching on an iron candle fastening on the wall beside the balcony. Seconds later there was a deep rumbling in the wall behind one of the portraits, and Cynder blinked in confusion as the painting slid aside to reveal another room.

"There was a hidden chamber in here, how did I not know?" the dragoness muttered to herself, but at the sight of memory spell tomes in the small chamber, she could only guess. "What did Malefor plan to do to me here when he came back?"

She shuddered at the thought, fully aware she'd never want to love that vile dragon if she could help it. Yet as her eyes panned across spells similar to those embedded into the potions she'd encouraged Spyro to drink, she finally set her gaze upon something a little more hopeful.

"Let's see, fertility spell, soul transference and... Well, it's not a reversal spell but..." she trailed off as she took the tome in her talons. "Wait, a male anatomy spell?" She blinked. "Did Malefor want to make me male once!?"

********

"By the ancestors, I hope this works," Spyro muttered to herself, voice light and flowery as she looked her sleek, female form up and down in the mirror. "It makes me look more fat than bulky!"

She held a golden breastplate across her toned chest, the likes of which she'd padded out with Cynder's help to at least make her look a little more male if her mate couldn't find a solution. Yet much to the dragonesse's irritation, they made her look far more like she was trying to dress up as a puffy marshmallow.

"How does she even wear her armor like this?" Spyro muttered to herself as she flopped down and cast the breastplate aside with her other custom gear. "Without the pads, it clings so close to the hips and crotch... It's all chaffy!"

The purple dragoness swept the gear out of sight, long neck flopping as she rubbed her smooth, slitted crotch longingly. She could almost imagine a bulge below it like she'd once had, but even as she felt for a cock that wasn't there, it only made her horny. She'd been getting better at seeing to her female needs without Cynder's help, and every time she felt for her lost dragonhood, she'd end up pleasuring her wet pussy for hours.

"No, not today!" she declared the moment a shrill moan left her muzzle. "I'm not jerking off... Urg, what is with me? Cynder likes sex but she's never this horny!"

Doing her best to draw her forepaw away from her pussy, Spyro flopped back and winced at the buzz of pleasure, then the cramp in her tummy as it gurgled.

"Gah, and this!" A forepaw shot to her tender midsection as it churned and growled. "Why do I feel so sick all the time!?"

There was a tight cramp, then an odd squirming sensation as the dragoness did her best to ignore it. Yet just as soon as she did all she could to shove her new body's will aside, it retaliated. The gurgling grew louder, and the cramp more intense, before Spyro felt bile in her throat.

"Oh no... P-please not this again..." her words were cut off as she darted to the bathroom, head over the bowl just in time.

It wasn't a fun feeling, almost as if her body didn't like being shifted into another form, and now it was making her pay for it. No matter what she believed, she couldn't help but be a little bitter at Cynder for it all too, yet she'd the utmost faith in her mate to put it right.

"Urg... How can I throw up so much?" Spyro wheezed as she flopped down and folded a wing over her head. "I'm going to have to see a healer soon, I feel like I'm dying."

She knew Cynder would say she was just being dramatic, but the feeling of things moving in her gut like tiny stones said otherwise. That trepidation was all cut short, however; as a second later, there was a loud knock on their nest door.

"General Spyro, it's Captain Flame, may I have a word with you?" came a muffled, masculine voice from the other side of the door, its soothing deepness stirring a longing in Spyro's female nethers she tried to ignore.

"Oh no," the dragoness muttered under her breath, swaying her tail as she felt wetter. "Let's not think about fucking the sexy captain now, Spyro."

Nevertheless, coughing and patting her chest with a foreclaw, she did her best to deepen her voice and put on her best masculine tone as she called out awkwardly.

"Urm... Yes, yes, of course, just give me a moment to get dressed." The voice was hardly believable, yet with the door between them, Spyro hoped it would be enough of a trick for now.

"O-Oh, sure, general... But We've met out of armor before and..." Flame muttered from outside as Spyro did her best to awkwardly flounder into her padded attire. "Are you okay, you sound kinda ill?"

"I... I'm fine really." At the word ill, she had to hold back bile, pressing a claw to her muzzle as she let out a small burp. "Just nervous."

"Huh? Yeah, I guess the parade day does that to us all, don't worry about it," Flame reasoned, even if he sounded a little concerned. "Just thought you of all dragons would be okay with it. What's this one, like your fifth?"

"S-something like that, yeah," Spyro improvised as she strapped the last plate on, wincing at the pinch between her thighs and slipping her helmet over her horns. All while doing her best to hide her female snout and eyes. "Gah, it hardly fits!"

"What was that?" Flame asked abruptly, and the dragoness instantly stopped her muttering.

"N-nothing! Okay, I'm ready, just let me get the door," she called, creeping over and opening the door just a crack as she peeked out. "Hey there, what's up?"

Flame, a dragon of pure red scales and fiery features, blinked from behind his golden helmet. He cocked his head and Spyro forced a nervous smile as the royal guard captain finally spoke.

"Wow, you look... Different?" he muttered, eyes narrowing curiously. "Did you do something with your scales, they're so sleek."

"M-my scales..." Spyro stammered meekly. "N-no, I've not done anything, still just regular old me, the hero."

"Nah, you look different you..." Flame's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you've lost weight, that's it! Ha, that diet Cynder put you on really hit the spot huh!?"

"What, you saying I was fat!?" Spyro suddenly blurted, only to slam a forepaw over her rebellious muzzle as her voice slipped into a more female tone. "I... I mean yeah, she's a real hard-ass with that."

Flame took a tentative step back, face contorted into one of confusion as he muttered.

"Well, no sir, you weren't fat just... Well, if Ember had her way, she'd have me thin as a bone so..." Flame rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "If Cynder's the same, I get you, dude."

"Yeah, I'm sure you get every one of my issues right now," Spyro muttered bitterly, sweeping her tail to best mask her aroused scent.

By the ancestors, why is he so hot? I know I'm a little curious about males, but not full-on into them!

"Well, sure... I mean, if there's anything you want to open up about, I'm all ears," Flame offered, almost as if he were trying to pry. "Sure you're okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine, perfect, never better," Spyro almost cackled like a crazy dragoness, doing her best to keep her voice deep. "All sunshine and rainbows."

Despite looking like he was addressing a dragon who was slowly losing their mind, Flame nodded gingerly, then asked.

"Well, is Cynder home? I'm supposed to be doing the inspection, though you know..." He grinned and rolled a forepaw in the air. "Don't really have to inspect Warfang's heroes like the other whelps... Just thought I'd say hi."

"Oh no, she's not home... I think she's down in the library," Spyro declared abruptly. "You know Warfang library, the perfectly normal one here in the city?"

"You mean the only one here in the city outside the palace?" Flame asked with a hint of skepticism. "But if she's out, who were you talking to, I swore I heard her voice?"

"Oh, no that was me!" Spyro corrected suddenly, before letting her female voice slip out just a little as she added. "I try to talk like her sometimes, it's a private thing."

"Ha, well, you're pretty good at it," Flame chuckled. "Guessing it's something she's into... I know Ember and I..." He cut himself off. "You know what never mind, can I come in?"

"What... N-not today I..... urm... we..." Spyro held the door firm as Flame edged inward. "Cynder's not decent!"

The fiery dragon took a step back, blinking in stunned confusion, then cocked his head and jabbed a forepaw at Spyro.

"I thought you said she wasn't home?"

Oh no, think Spyro think, this is a total mess! The disguised dragoness glanced everywhere in the corridor outside to avoid meeting Flame's crimson eyes before she sighed.

"Okay, she is here but... She didn't want anyone to know, she's feeling a little sick, you see." The dragoness winced as her tummy growled, and she begged she'd not throw up again. "She has a stomach ache!"

"Oh, she does?" Flame asked with uncertainty. "Kinda makes sense why no one's seen her in the barracks recently... Well, I guess, I hope she gets better, she'll be okay for the parade, right?"

"I mean, that's why she's resting, to get better in time, so yeah," Spyro went on, awkwardly smiling. "So, if we're done here I'd love to get back to her."

"S-sure, I guess, tell her I said hi, hope she feels better soon," Flame responded, rubbing the back of his neck. "And watch you don't catch it, can't have a parade without you!"

"Oh, my belly is fine I..." There was a gurgle and a cramp in Spyro's tummy and she almost doubled over. "I'll be good for the parade, don't worry... So... So see you then."

"Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow then..." Flame muttered, but all Spyro did was nod, slam the door, lock it and take off running to the bathroom just in time.

"Gah, please, stop it!" She inwardly begged the ancestors that Flame would just leave and think nothing of her suspicious behavior as she flopped done and huffed, a claw on her griping tummy as she rubbed her sleek under scales.

"What is wrong with me?" she muttered to herself meekly, shedding her clunky armor and laying there for what felt like hours with no further intervention from anyone. "Cynder, please, find me some help."

She had no idea how long she lay there moping, rubbing her belly and battling the urge to gag, yet before long there was a rattle at the door and she jumped up, heat in her cheeks as she feared some stranger may sneak in to see her like this.

"Spyro!?" The purple dragoness instantly relaxed as she heard Cynder's voice, just as the dark-scaled dragoness appeared in the bathroom archway, a sack around her neck. "I..."

Cynder's words trailed off as she darted over and scooped up her mate's head to cradle her, a look of pure concern filling her dark features.

"By the ancestors, are you okay... I... Urg, I'm so sorry I did this!" she declared, yet merely having her mate there made Spyro feel a little better as she nuzzled Cynder and added.

"Yeah, just a whole load of belly ache, and you?" Spyro's look was hopeful as she leaned back. "Please tell me you have good news?"

"I... I do. I think I know what's wrong with you and how to fix it," she elaborated, yet her expression gave Spyro pause. "But it may really freak you out."

********

"Pregnant!?" Spyro kept muttering the word as she paced up and down the room. "I can't believe I'm pregnant!"

"Hey, how do you think I feel, I put them in there!?" Cynder retorted as she finished drawing the runic circle in the cleared center of their room. "I... I wanted kids but not like this."

"But... Well, I guess if this works, then we can still have them, right?" Spyro asked as she edged over and sat by her mate. "I... I want to keep them, I think we're ready, it's just..."

"You want me to have them? I know," Cynder responded as she wrapped a wing over her mate's back. "I want that too, I'll be the mom, you be the dad, okay?"

Spyro sniffed and nodded, earning a kiss from her mate before Cynder edged over to her bag and took out one of the books.

"Okay, so according to this you didn't turn back because the babies are preventing you from doing so," she began, gesturing to the circle. "The souls of our little ones need to be given a new vessel, then you'll turn back naturally. So I think I got it right, crafted a soul transference fertility charm, it should put our babies into me, if you fuck me."

"And they'll still be okay after that?" Spyro asked, a claw on her tummy. "I... I don't want to lose them."

"They'll be fine, I promise. But if we let you get too far along you could be stuck like this forever. Apparently if one exists as someone else for so long, they become that new dragon," Cynder informed as she double and triple checked each incantation.

"Okay then, let's do it," Spyro declared with a firm expression and a nod, only to pause and mutter. "Only one issue, how do I do you with..." She gestured to her wet pussy. "With this, I can't scissor them into you?"

"No, but you can use this," Cynder declared with a knowing grin as she produced the enchanted dildo from her bag. "It worked the first time, so it'll work again."

"O-oh, so this time I...?" Spyro stammered as Cynder crept over and helped her mate strap on the monstrous cock.

"Oh yes, love," the dark dragoness cooed, her purple mate uttering a little eep as the last strap was fastened. "We're in Warfang now, you know I'm all yours here, so come on, dominate me for once."

For a moment Spyro forgot all about her awkward situation, right down to ignoring her morning sickness as she grinned at her dark mate.

"Get down on your knees then, sexy," she purred deviously as she nudged her mate away. "Your champion can still perform as a female!"

"Oh, I know she can." Cynder mused, glancing at the thick strap-on before she posed in the center of her runic circle, thrust her rump up, coiled her tail back, and exposed her wet pussy. "Come fuck me, my sexy hero!"

"Gladly, my gorgeous damsel." There was little argument from Spyro as she crept over and took a position upon Cynder's back, strap-on posed at her tail hole as she nibbled the dragonesse's neck. "Oh, and I don't even have to wait to get hard like this!"

"Lucky you, I... Gah!" Cynder was cut off as Spyro slipped the strap-on's tip in hard, eliciting a pleasured moan and a wet slurp. "Hey... take it... easy... Humph!"

"Oh no, little damsel, time for some payback after everything you've put me through!" Spyro declared and without mercy, she started thrusting. "Oh yes, this is what sex should feel like!"

All the while Cynder panted, gasped, and moaned, dark wings going slack at her flanks as she wiggled her hips to better accommodate the hulking dildo.

"By the ancestors, so that's what that thing feels like?" she forced through gritted fangs as Spyro shoved in hard, rubbing her ripe clit with an electrical buzz. "No wonder it knocked you up."

"Eh, well looking at your fine ass definitely got me in the fertile mood, love," Spyro responded, tongue lulling from her muzzle as she heaved in and out. "Now be quiet and take it, let me stuff these whelps into you!"

She shoved Cynder's muzzle down, biting her neck hard as the black dragoness huffed, shorted, and shuddered, flames flickering from both the pair's nostrils before with a pop, the knot formed at the base of the magic strap-on was firmly shoved in.

"Oh, by the ancestors... fuck...!" Cynder shoved up, feeling her pussy stretch as she cried out. "That... it's so tight and... Hump, is it getting thicker!?"

"I don't know, you're the one who knows how it works!" Spyro called out, ignoring her female climax best she could as she focused on the bubbling male orgasm the cock was relaying to her. "But keep talking like that... Oh, it turns me on so hard!"

"Gah... It... It fits the host best... It... You bad boy, you want it to be thicker!" Cynder yelped, cumming hard as she shuddered under her mate, yet not before Spyro heaved back and pulled her back too. "Umph... Come on, Spyro... Just cum!"

"I... I will, but I've not had a cock to jerk off in two weeks... I'm going to make it worth it!" Spyro announced, then loomed her sleek muzzle in close. "Besides, I'll stuff you so full you'll not be able to stand, just to make sure these whelps are good and truly yours."

"Humph, then do it... Bitch!" Cynder hissed, as she coiled her tail with her mate's and rammed her rear up into Spyro's crotch. "Fill me until I'm fit to pop!"

"Gah, don't tempt... Arg!" Spyro reared up, horns scraping the ceiling as the runes around the rutting pair started to glow. "Oh... Here it comes!"

There was a magical hum in the air, coils of blue magic starting to wrap up Cynder's splayed hind legs like groping vines, magically drawing her into full heat as Spyro snorted fire. The orgasm that came with the flames was like a volcano as it blasted Cynder's tight womb full with blast after blast of hot, sticky cum. The dragoness heaved and squirmed as she felt her insides swell like a balloon, the ripe not packing her pussy keeping every drop of seed inside her as she felt an odd electrical buzz. As if her mate's ejaculations were accompanied by small shots of static, she noticed pulse after pulse shoot into her, as her tummy expanded with more than just cum. All the while the spell drawn around them glowed and hummed as she bowed her head and submitted to the foreclaws digging at her shoulders.

"I... By the ancestors... I've never cum so hard!" Spyro moaned as her cock gave one final shove, then she fell flat over Cynder as the two of them slumped over one another in the circle. "That felt great."

"I know it did, love," Cynder cooed, licking her mate's cheek as she wiggled her hips, drawing a moan from Spyro. "Guess it knocked me up to, we're going to have a family."

"I'm glad, I... I think we're ready and..." Spyro trailed off as she slipped the cock out, glancing at her female form. "I'm ready to be a dad."

"I guess both of us are mom and dad in a way," Cynder giggled as she looked at her tummy, feeling hot cum dribble from her packed pussy lips. "I feel so full, and tight."

"Your scales do feel rather firm, love... Were mine like that?" Spyro asked, and Cynder jabbed a talon at her mate's belly. "Hey, that's still sensitive!"

"But it's also soft. I think the babies are in me now," Cynder observed with a happy purr. "It feels so wonderful."

"I'm glad, love, but..." Spyro shied away sheepishly as she felt the strap-on shift between her thighs. "What about me, will I turn back now?"

"You should, but you were two weeks in, that might delay it," Cynder suggested, then sighed. "We'll have to see about the celebration tomorrow."

"I can't miss it, Flame was here before asking about it," Spyro responded and Cynder blinked.

"Oh, he was?" she asked, glancing away as she considered a few things. "How long before I got home?"

"I'd say an hour, why?" Spyro informed, shifting nervously. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah it is, everything is fine, love. Just..." Cynder forced a coy smile. "Whatever happens at the parade, I'm sure we can sort it out together."

********

"Did you find anything out?" The usually prim and peachy voice of Princess Ember was low and menacing as the flames dancing in her royal fireplace coated the room in an orange glow.

"Cynder was at her old castle, I can say that much. As for Spyro, he was acting weird, covering for her. There was no way she could have gotten back from there before I did," Flame informed his mate as she set down a pen she was using and stalked over to her fireplace.

Clad in regal gems and jewels that chimed like light waves upon a seashore, the pink-scaled dragoness shimmered like starlight in the flame's fiery glow. Her often forced smile was sharp as cut glass as her green eyes peered into the fire, shimmering like baleful emeralds.

"So they are sneaking out, and to that foul place no less?" she muttered to herself as she folded a forepaw over her chest. "Any other dragons would have been arrested for such a thing."

"Well, they're Warfang hero's, the council and guardians love them. Cynder may have some hate groups but she's still guard captain, and Spyro's untouchable," Flame elaborated.

"Nothing in this city is untouchable to me, Flame," Ember stated matter-of-factly, even as her voice remained level. "The council will love whatever keeps the rabble in line and the Guardians are a joke," she hissed.

"Ember we've been over this, you keep trying to play the evil queen and it doesn't work. Your father's in charge anyway," Flame sighed, running a forepaw over his face tiresomely.

"I do what I want, Flame. My father's not going to be here forever!" Ember spat like a pouty child, losing her menacing facade almost instantly as her gem-laden robes jangled.

"Besides." She dropped back into her best imposing act. "I only want that sweet, perfect, little purple ass for my harem. It's not like I want to hurt anyone."

"Aside from Cynder," Flame deadpanned. "And me... Who need I remind you, is mated to you by marriage."

"Oh, Flamie-pie, you know I love you," Ember cooed, creeping over for a kiss. "I also know you love the royal harem as much as I do, all those dragonesses... and dragons." The princess winked."All the best perks for my royal guard captain, not some grunt like Cynder."

"Yeah, yeah fine," Flame sighed with a roll of his eyes. "So, can we go to bed now or what, listening to those two fucking each other get's me in the mood?" The royal guard captain grinned deviously.

"Yes!" Ember declared, and Flame shrugged off some of his armor. "But first, my plan!" Ember added boldly, pink wings flaring, and the red-scaled dragon's face fell flat as he huffed.

"I'll find out what that witch has done to my precious purple boy and use it to finally make her realize she's not good enough for him!" The princess edged back to the fire and jabbed a claw at the flames. "Starting with tomorrow's parade!"