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"Hon, look at me."

Rift kept his head hung low, afraid to meet the black eyes of his mate. They'd been enjoying plenty of shared experiences with other dragons, but the Fire Guardian still held an always-present fear. _I want it to just go away. _

"Sigh, you're making me worried hon..." Sithris bent his front legs low to the ground, angling his neck so he could look at the shy drake. "You've been off for a while now and Kara and I are both worried. What's been eating at you?"

"I just..." Rift's voice cracked, closing his eyes and leaning against the black dragon. Tears fell free and he trembled. "I know we agreed to a partially-open relationship, but I keep having these thoughts of someone taking you away from me..."

"Hon, you should know by now that nothing like that would happen." The electric drake wrapped a paw around his mate tightly. "So I've had some fun lately, that doesn't change that I love you. I couldn't survive without my Cheesy Pest."

"I love you too, more than you can ever imagine. It just feels so real. It's always a black dragon that stands on two legs. He makes you abandon me..." The Fire Guardian shuddered and clung tighter. "I'm nothing without you."

"You have nothing to worry about. You should know by now that I chose you. Kara was a nice bonus, but I chose you." Sithris smiled and pointed at the gold ring around the base of his tail. "See? This is physical proof. Fear is irrational, so I don't expect you to not feel it. But, don't let it consume you. You've been through enough trauma in your life already."

"Tell that to the author." Rift shook himself, looking at the Temple of the Guardians. "We need some time to just us. Maybe we'll go out to the coast for a few days. But the others are waiting for me. You be safe, alright?"

"Of course! I'm not you after all." The electric dragon chuckled and kissed his mate gently. "You head in and kick butt at your political crap. I'll meet you here in the evening."

Once the Fire Guardian made his way inside, Sithris looked around, thinking about how to spend the time he had. "I could go have some fun with Cynder, but the Pest would probably worry about her taking me away from him. Darn, that throws out seeing Abraxas as well. I guess I haven't really explored Warfang on my own. Might as well look around."

Little had he known, a smokey orb kept itself focused on the young drake.

---

"The mole said to head this way to the ancient library." Sithris winced, his paws getting caught at every step by the thick mud covering the street. Normally, he'd avoid a dark narrow alley, but the possibility of furthering his knowledge and research got the best of him.

_Just a little further my pet. _

Let your true self guide you._ _

"Whu-" The electric dragon stopped, blinking as his vision slightly darkened. "Welcome to the party, new voices in my head. Apologies for the lack of space, but there's already more voices than I know what to do with."

_I can give you all the knowledge you seek and more. I've been watching you for many years and know what you truly desire. Any questions you have will be answered at the library. _

"That sounds awfully like a trap, especially coming from a voice I'm not familiar with." Black paws stopped and slowly started to turn around. "If anything, that tells me not to go to the library, and seek other places for research."

They're coming for you, and in quantities unseen in this world. You will not hold them off this time.

The maw of the drake was about to open when a thick fog filled the alley. He gulped, several shadowy figures appeared in the distance. More appeared, dozens, hundreds. He could maybe take down three or four.

"There is no way I'd handle that many Eldritch Guardians. Point taken, new voice. I'm coming to the library." He sprinted, yelping as tiny balls of dark magic narrowly missed his scales. "How do I get inside?"

The two Eldritch Eyes you carry in your bag. Place them in their slots by the gate and it will open just long enough for you to squeeze in.

"Right, stop snooping around up there." He quickly found the gate and slipped the two strange contraptions into place. He turned to it just as a dark sphere slammed into his prized goggles, disintegrating them.

"You bastards!" Sithris' eyes shifted to red, runes coating his scales. "I will kill all of you."

Before he was able to lunge, a paw grabbed his tail and pulled him through the gate, into the darkness of the library.

"Welcome, my pet."

---

"I'm telling you, this lady was so finely shaped and felt wonderful wrapped around me." Volteer kept rambling on, to the curiosity of Terrador and Cyril, and the dismay of Rift. "My, if I could have looked that white dragoness in the eye, I'd have asked her to be mine."

Steam boiled from the Fire Guardian's earholes, being forced to hear how much the old drake enjoyed his time unknowingly mating his wife. Rift knew his partners would go out and have fun on their own, but hearing in detail what occurred was not anything he wanted. All that he cared to know was them coming back to him.

"I think that's the same one I filled as well" Terrador smirked proudly. "Gorgeous moans that would only come from one that's in dire need of eggs. It's a wonder that she is offering herself for all instead of siring for a drake of grand stature. What do you think of this, Master Rift?"

Rift blinked and looked up at his three companions, finding their questioning gaze uncomfortable. He thought about both of his mates, and how casually they enjoyed intimacies with drakes and hens alike. He had still avoided anything unless his mates were with him. His heart sank a little at the thought. "Well, I mean if all parties consent and it doesn't impact others, There's legally nothing against it. Personally, I think if this dragoness you speak of did have a mate, she'd put in the effort to not make them feel disposable."

"Are you alright, Rift?" Cyril's tone became one of concern. He was well aware of the Fire Guardian's open emotions, a trait all fire dragon's shared, and it was most unusual that he seemed so worn out. "We can save the rest of our duties for tomorrow."

"Yeah, that'd be for the best. I'll see you three later." Rift sighed, not looking at the others. His mind was focused on what his heart needed; a heart to heart with his mates.

---

"Sithy? No, I haven't seen him at all today." The gold shoulders of Abraxas shrugged, bringing disappointment to the eyes of the Fire Guardian. "Believe me, if that cutie made his way here, he'd be occupied all day with his tail stuffed."

"Abraxas!" Rift scoffed, leaning over the vendor table his friend sat behind. "We're in public, if you must talk about those things, keep your voice down."

"Yes, I forgot about the secrecy of your relationship. Apologies Rift." The gold drake bowed, but his scent gave away his thoughts. His attention turned as another drake came up to the stand.

"These are some fine wares, good sir. Ripe for the greatest mechanical minds even." The mysterious dragon lifted up a small cog, comfortably standing on two legs. His black scales seemed to absorb light, almost like a black hole.

"I've never seen a drake such as yourself." Abraxas seemed almost transfixed, unable to stop staring at the black and purple eyes grasping at his soul. "W-what can I help you with today?"

Rift was frozen, quickly tying this strange dragon to the one in his dream. His body trembled in nervous energy. He wanted to scream at the dragon, demanding his mate back, but he had to wait until there was no risk of other people getting involved.

"Finally, what shop owner waits this long to offer a customer some assistance?" The bipedal dragon scowled in disappointment. "I am in need for all the gears you possess, as well as a Potion of Elemental Infertility."

"Um, I'm sorry sir, I do not have what you request." Gold scales twitched in discomfort. Abraxas could not tear his vision away from the black drake. "I keep my stockpile of cogs for a specific customer, and that particular potion is illegal. I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

A pained yelped from the shop owner caught Rift's attention. Abraxas' paw gripped at his chest. Even still, his eyes were focused on the other dragon.

"I didn't studder, whelp. I require all those cogs, and that potion, which I know you have." The eyes of the drake glowed, his face clearly showing irritation. A large bag of gold appeared beside him, which he sat in front of the mysteriously hurt Abraxas. "Now be a good merchant and give me my wares."

Rift wanted to react, the demand for the potion being plenty enough for him to arrest the drake. The dragon was completely ignoring him, a smug aura surrounding him. The Fire Guardian couldn't even open his mouth to talk.

"Uh, sure, yes sir!" Abraxas whimpered, pulling out a large box filled with cogs, and a small vial of liquid. "I just need your name for the potion; just for safety reasons."

"Well, I doubt I'll have anything to worry about. Very well." The drake rolled his eyes, snapping a claw and making the cogs and vials disappear. "I am Volraan Zebric, a visitor to this disgusting city of unity."

"T-thank you Mr. Zebric. I hope you enjoy your day." The Gold drake seemed to pale, breathing becoming ragged. "Excuse me, I think I need to step out for a moment."

The moment Volraan turned his eyes away, Abraxas collapsed, Rift yelped and dashed to him, finding a weak pulse. He snarled at the biped.

"Once you clean that mess up, meet me at the Derg's Flail Hotel, Guardian Suite." The black dragon flicked his dark spines. "Tell no one, unless you don't care to see your husband again."

He flashed Rift an unsettling grin. With a flick of his tail, a gold tail-ring landed in front of the orange drake; Sithris'.

"See you soon... Pest."

---

The Hotel was beyond posh. Built after the War with Malefor, it was created solely for the richest of dragons. Rift's political power was plenty to gain him entry, but he had avoided it in favour of his cave.

He remembered several years before, having to chase after Kara's drunk sister inside, only to give up and leave once she'd started seducing a stripper pole. There was also the rumour that his white-scaled mate frequently visited for "physical activities." He shivered, head dropping as he stepped inside of the large building.

Rift's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Hundreds of dragons were on the dance floor, grunting and moaning in a massive orgy. Alcohol and sex filled the air and several dragons in particular were being painted white by the crowd. A small thought formed with him being coated, but he shook it away quickly.

At the back of the room, a set of stairs led him to the Hotel Receptionist. Silver and gold covered the walls, while red velvet carpet forced a pleased rumble from his throat. His eyes shifted to a green dragon, dressed in a top hat and monocle.

"Ah, Fire Guardian Rift!" The drake's eyes lit up. "Welcome to the Derg's Flail Hotel. Master Volraan told me that you'd be coming."

"Did he now?" Rift's eyes narrowed. "I just so happen to need to speak to him. Would you mind pointing me his way?!"

"But of course!" The receptionist chirped excitedly. He pointed at a hallway behind him. "Follow that to the very end. Knoch, and he should let you in.

"Appreciate it." Rift took a step before looking back to the drake. "Might want to take the rest of the day off. Guardian Business."

The receptionist nodded silently, stepping away as Rift slowly made his way down the hallway. His heart sped up with each step, practically racing by the time he stood in front of a purple glowing door. He took a deep breath, knocking once.

The door began to shine, blinding the orange dragon before it vanished, revealing the inside. Rift gasped at the sheer scale, almost as large as the Council Room at the Temple. He took a few steps in, yelping in shock as the door reappeared behind him.

"Jumpy, are we?"

Rift jumped back around, snarling defensively as he laid his eyes on the black and grey biped. His instincts took over, and he lunged at the mysterious dragon. He didn't have a chance to react, as both of Volraan's wings shifted to several dark tentacles. One slammed into his chest, knocking him onto his back. Several more pinned him as the bipedal dragon stepped up to him.

"I am fair, but I won't tolerate a guest attacking his host. Try it again, and I'll snap your neck without hesitation." The black drake scowled at the small drake he'd restrained. "What is the status of that vendor?"

"The fuck are you?" Rift gasped, trying to take in air. "Abraxas is fine, but doesn't remember anything."

"He's lucky. First one to survive that." The biped bowed mockingly. "You look good in my tentacles. But then again, I know this isn't your first time being bound against your will. Sithris provided me with plenty of details on how to reduce you to nothing."

"Answer my fucking questions! What are you? Why are you here? Where is my husband?"

"Such rudeness!" Volraan scoffed, holding a paw to his chest. "But if you really want to know..."

He disappeared, but his voice echoed throughout the room.

_I am nothing and everything at the same time. I exist, and I don't. I am everything you fear and hate, the creator of all your pain and hardships. I am your worst nightmare. _

The room went pitch black, a pair of purple eyes looking into Rift's.

"I am Volraan Zebric; Lord of Corruption."

He grinned as the light filled the room once again, snapping his claws. The sound of paw pads behind him showing his training as successful. They stopped beside him, Sithris grinning just as madly.

Rift's eyes widened in heartbreak, before locking onto some notable features. His mate's eyes were seperate colors, one it's usual pure black, the other a glowing red. Scales also were covered by glowing red runes. Sithris wasn't fully warped, but the darker side was definitely the dominant one at the current moment.

"Do you like my current project?" Volraan smirked in pride. "I wanted to save the rest for you to see. Your lovely mate here has been one I've had my eye on for a very long time. Look at me when I'm speaking!"

Rift yelped as a harsh ball of electricity struck his chest, flailing helplessly. His mate laughed in satisfaction, but the still black iris watered slightly. This brought the pained dragon some hope.

_He's still in there... _

"Anyway, long story short..." The dark drake continued. "You've merely been preparing him for me. He will be my mate, my Queen. The only reason you still live is so I can see that look in your eyes as I wipe away what's left of your old mate. Care to do the honors, Sithris?"

The corrupted drake said nothing, stepping onto the orange drake, malicious smile showing his fangs. His tail slid around his "mate's" leg, holding it lifted in place. He could see the fear in the Fire Guardian's eyes, memories of breaking his neck bringing him a sadistic satisfaction.

"Break a leg, Pest."

Rift's scream of agony filled the room as his mate's foot slammed down on his leg, snapping it in half. He couldn't determine what was worse; the physical pain of his body being broken, or the mental pain of the culprit being his own partner. Either way, he knew this would simply be the beginning.

"Excellent, my Queen." Volraan beamed, before turning to the injured drake. "We're going to have a little game. You will watch me mate your Ex-Husband. If I'm unable to bring him to a blissful climax, I shall return him to you, with all his Warp removed, and I shall never bother you two again. If I am successful, he shall fully give into his corruption, and join me as my Queen."

Rift wasn't fond of the stakes.

"Oh yes, one other thing." Purple eyes edged close to blue. "If you climax, your elemental abilities will be forfeited."

"Fuck that!" The orange drake flailed helplessly under Sithris' paws. "Give me my Husband back and go die in a fire."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right." Purple eyes gleamed. "But it should be his choice. Sithris, what do you think? Want to indulge this little wager?"

The young dragon pondered for a moment, giving his former mate hope. Unfortunately, false hope. He smirked and nodded to the biped.

"Sounds like fun. And so we all enjoy it, he's very fond of tentacles."

"Hon! Don't do th-mmrf" Rift's pleas were quickly silenced as a thick tendril forced its way into the unprepared maw. His throat bulged as several more lifted him up so he was suspended at eye level with the biped.

"Your Ex-Husband made his choice." Volraan grinned as Sithris began rubbing his cheek to his hip. "Why don't you just enjoy the fun. You get a nice show, and some pleasure yourself."

Try as he may, the Fire Guardian couldn't protest with the tendril in his throat, pulsating something into his stomach. If the situation was just role play, he might be able to accept it. But there was a real chance of losing the drake he loved. Why was that thought arousing him?

The black dragons ignored him as they prepared their own distraction. Sithris whispered something into Volraan's ear, earning a cackle from the biped. He moved his tendrils so Rift could watch everything.

"That sounds like a fun way to tear down your old self."

Both drakes smiled before pressing their lips together. Black and silver tongues intertwined in a slimy fight for dominance. Volraan allowed the smaller dragon a minute of equal ground, before his dripping muscle quickly took control and forced its way down the feral's throat In a show of overwhelming power.

The biped growled, pleased as his companion moaned around his tongue. A quick glance over to the bound Guardian verified the fire drake's eyes were welling up. He smirked and made a show of lifting up the electric dragon, before pulling him into a possessive hug.

Let go Sithris. That last bit of yourself is of no need to us._ _

He wasn't too surprised to see the one eye still black. In fact, he preferred the drake keep a bit of his old self. It meant he could obliterate it through other means. After several minutes, he pulled his tongue from the smaller drake, chuckling as Sithris struggled to regain his breath.

Rift couldn't watch anymore. He'd seen his mate kiss other dragons of course, but something about this one felt like a knife in his stomach. Worse yet, his body thought differently. His shaft pulsed as pre leaked from it, aching harder than he'd ever remembered it doing before. It was too much, he hated it.

Then the feeling of something wrapping around his shaft shot his eyes open. He couldn't escape the tendril in his throat to look, but could feel that it was another tendril almost lovingly rolling itself in between the ridges of his member, and slowly up to the head.

He cursed himself for the pleasure that warmed his body, remembering the fun encounter he had in the past after snooping around his once-mate's tinker room. Muffled moans escaped his maw, saliva beginning to drip from his chin. His mind struggled to keep on the consequences of everything happening.

Twin silver spires throbbed in dripping excitement. Sithris felt the ache in his tailhole, needing something to fill him. Usually, he had no preference of being a top or bottom. In this instance however, he wanted nothing more than to submit to the biped.

The make-out session didn't just arouse the little drake. Volraan's own member hung out of his vent. The massive shaft had a prominent head, gentle ridges around the spine, and a giant knot at the end. It was about the length and width of the Corruption Lord's arms.

"You've taken some large dragons inside of you, my Queen." The biped chuckled in satisfaction as the Fire Guardian watching them flailed helplessly at the title. "But we both know you want to keep testing what you can fit. If you feel like you're up for the challenge, join me on the bed."

With a simple snap, a massive bed materialised, a rich purple that would put Spyro to shame. Sithris stared at it, almost trying to imagine just how comfortable it would be. He watched Volraan casually lay on it, winking at the small drake. A voice in his head told him to turn around, his eyes meeting the blue of Rift.

"Stop fucking staring at me!" With an angry snarl, his tail slammed against the face of the bound dragon. The high-pitched yelp brought him a small smirk. Seeing the drake tearing up with a large gash on his muzzle turned his smirk into an uncomfortably pleased grin.

"You've been holding me back, Pest." Sithris scowled, before turning to Volraan and sitting in his lap. "I get to decide who I am bound to now, and I've made my choice."

I need to stop him, he isn't in control of himself. Rift tried to bite into the tentacle in his maw, hoping that he could at least distract them for his mate to have a moment of clarity, but it wasn't to be. By the time he'd accepted the tentacle was unharmed, it was too late.

"Hngh!"

"Mrfgh!"

The monster shaft's tip had popped into the tiny-by-proportion dragon. At the same time, the thin tentacle around Rift's member slipped in.

"Heh, too eager for the main course to suck me off, eh?" Volraan chuckled, admiring how Sithris felt almost impossibly tight. "Oh well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time after this."

Sithris' corrupted mind was overloaded with hot streaks of pain, and shocks of pleasure. The logical side of him was being smothered as the Warp within took over with the help of the drake pounding him. The runes on his body flashed, as did his eyes, the internal struggle deciding the fate of both ferals.

Rift was being overwhelmed by the tendril sliding in and out of his member. It twitched wildly, unable to understand that it was being mated. Sure, the Fire Guardian more than loved his vent and tailhole being filled, but his mind was receiving pleasant signals that it never was designed for.

Adding to the sensations was his submissive tendencies toward the two males in his vision. Many times he'd watch as Abraxas or another drake mate his electric husband, developing a fondness for watching his partner take shafts larger than one would think possible. Even with the current implications, he loved when his mate was having fun.

"Rhhhhhgah, right there you sexy beast. Keep going, wipe away that cog-loving wench that I've been sharing a mind with for far too long!"

"Grr... Correct." Volraan snarled, working more of his member into Sithris at every thrust. "I'll claim you here, and then I'll make you my hen once we're rid of the Pest."

Though he couldn't see it, a tingling sensation filled Rift's stomach. At first it confused him, but then he felt a part of him being sucked away. He tried to resist, only for the tentacle in his shaft to painfully thrust into its base.

"Oofuingieoe!"

"Oh, did I lie?" Volraan chuckled and eyed the paling dragon. "I suppose I did start earlier than agreed upon with taking your fire. But to be fair, you were already losing."

"Illkillyo-Ohhhh"

The feeling of his member being fully stuffed was too much for the once fire drake. With a loud muffled scream, he reached his peak. His eyes clenched and his hips attempted to thrust as his most intense orgasm ever blacked out his mind. Rather than gushing out loads of seed, it was blocked by the tentacle, which released its own black substance into the drake's internal testes. He fell unconscious.

Only later would he find himself incapable of producing offspring.

With the once-proud Guardian unresponsive, Volraan simply flicked the body into a wall and refocused on the slowly changing drake in his lap. As his new mate bounced on his shaft, the two smaller members began leaking more and more pre. On top of that, they were shrinking, and the moans were becoming more feminine.

The last of Sithris' mind was given just enough control to mouth an apology to the unconscious Rift before giving into the Warp and the Lord of Corruption. Both eyes became a solid red, and the runes stayed on top of black scales. Rift's mate was no more.

By now, the twin spires were fully absorbed into a fertile pussy. Generous juices flowed from her vent, staining her new mate. But even with her old-self gone, the thick shaft ruining her tailhole was a joy she was jealous of the other-mind keeping from her.

Each thrust now was setting off an orgasm through her body, all merging into one that seemed to be never-ending. She was almost worried about if this mortal body could keep up with her mate, but she was sure he'd happily bring her to immortality. Considering the ever-growing pants and growls, she'd need to work fast to seal their mate-ship.

Lifting herself up, she felt the thick pole move out of her, before dropping her weight and forcing his knot to lock into her. The fullness she felt before was nothing compared to what was now bulging abnormally beyond what she'd ever had as the original Sithris. The sight brought a blissed scream from the dragoness.

The sight also brought Volraan past his limits. With a loud roar, he clamped his maw hard onto his Queen's neck, leaving a prominent mark to show who she belonged to. Gallons upon gallons emptied into her rear, before blasting the ground in the highly fertile mixture.

They stayed like that for several minutes, basking in their first courting, before the dragoness whispered something into the Lord of Corruption's ear. He grinned smugly and pulled himself up, as well as the female tied to him. They moved over to the unconscious dragon, one last bit of humiliation to give.

"I've taken your mate, your element, and your fertility. Let this be one more reminder that you are nothing."

Standing above the drake's head, he grunted, popping his shaft from Sithris' tailhole. Seed gushed out, coating the once fire dragon in a thick coat of cream. The biped laughed, before locking eyes with his mate.

"He's no longer our concern. Let us return to our home and I can fill your womb with eggs."

Sithris looked down at the broken drake she once loved. They were nearly inseparable since the day she dragged his injured body back to her cave. But none of that mattered now.

"Ready when you are."

With a final smirk toward Rift, the two vanished.

---

9 months later...

The day mostly consisted of the same things as every other day. The cave that once inspired hope now echoed the wails of a dragon that lost everything. Even the lake at the entrance was now nothing more than a puddle.

News of what happened to Rift spread like wildfire through the Realms. The tale of how the mighty Fire Guardian became but a bad blemish in history. He wouldn't be remembered for all of his achievements, only his great fall.

Without his element, and his broken heart, his days as a Guardian was over. In his place, another fire dragon who quickly banished him for his failures. He would no longer be allowed in Warfang.

Even worse was Kara hearing the news. He told her everything, and quickly found it to be a massive mistake. By the next evening, she'd packed up and left, leaving the smashed remains of her tail-ring. He'd learn that she fell for the new Fire Guardian, falling gravid with his eggs shortly after.

There was nothing left for him. Offing himself came to mind many times, only to decide that was too much effort. All he did was wallow in self-pity.

A loud crack outside caught his attention. Weakly, his thinning frame stood, moving him out to investigate. He froze.

Two things lay in his sight. The first was a small cog, a blue ring inside of it glowing. Beside it, a large black egg, and it was hatching.

Rift couldn't take his eyes away as the cracks intersected and a chunk of shell was zapped away. A little chirp filled his ears as a tiny head poked out. Black scales, black eyes, and two white horns that swept back. It tilted its head at the pale drake, chirping softly.

"I Umm... Yes, I'm your father."

The chirps became excited, even more so when the hatchling caught a glimpse of the cog next to him. Rift decided then that he had purpose again. Picking the hatchling up out of his egg, he cuddled it lovingly.

"I'll protect you, my little Sithy."