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The night air was cold and crisp as the two dragons flew over the forest of pines. Below, the trees sailed by like an ocean of dull green, shadows and thick mist pooling amidst their towering peaks like rivers of gloom. While above, the stars shimmered in the endless dark of night like a billion tiny candles, their beauty only interrupted by faint wisps of cloud and the silhouettes of the two flyers as they sliced through the sky.

Cynder always loved flying at night, the darkness made her ebony scales almost invisible, leaving all but her crimson wings and underside to the imagination of onlookers below. Not that there was anyone to catch her bolder features out here, the vast wilderness was lifeless aside from the odd forest creature scurrying about the tangle of roots and branches far below her. No, the only soul for miles was the dragon that flew just ahead of her on a pair of golden wings.

Spyro, his purple tail tipped with a golden point, and toned haunches marked by spines, flew only a few meters from her narrow snout. Her mate and one true love, the two of them did almost everything together and had for several years, ever since their defeat of the Dark Master, and returned to Warfang after brief exile. She could think of no other she'd rather spend her time with, she loved him to the stars and back and was sure he felt the same. Yet the more her eyes fixed on his rear, the more feelings that she'd tried to suppress for years came bubbling to the surface, and the more she felt uneasy.

The two of them had faced armies, gods, monsters, and demons together, yet they'd never had sex once. In fact, Cynder was sure the two of them were still virgins. At least, she hoped, thinking back to what she may have done years ago, while a slave to Malefor wasn't something she wanted to consider. Yet there was a good reason she resisted her primal urge to rutt, for she was absolutely sure that one thing she had inherited from the Dark Master's corruption, was something she was certain no other dragoness had.

Not that it's so bad... He's never noticed it before, no one has. She thought, growing flustered just as she did every other time the awkward thoughts surfaced. Would he even care if he knew...? He loves me, right?

It was the same story every time the idea crossed her mind. She'd been a dark dragoness, a monster. Many still remembered her and shunned her for what she'd done as the infamous 'Terror of the Skies'. Yet that had never been her, she'd never wanted that, and no matter how hard she attempted to forget it and move on, the world wouldn't let her. Some may have forgiven her, and others forgotten, but there were still those who would see her hung for what she'd done. Then, of course, there were the physical changes to her body. The rather large and blunt additions she worried about so much.

One glance back to her rump as the two of them banked around a ridge, and she bit her bottom lip. It looked like a perfectly fine dragonesses' rear. In fact, it was the toned, slim and sexy rear many dragonesses would kill for, yet she knew that under the small bulge that marked her slit, there was far more than a simple pussy.

Thank the ancestors for internal reproductive organs. She breathed as she often did, sure she could keep it hidden as long as she kept her arousal in check, only showing herself in private_. It's just getting so hard, I'm twenty-five years out of the shell, I want to fuck!_

She shook off the idea, pressing her thighs together as she flew, only to almost be scared out of her scales as Spyro suddenly glanced back and called from ahead of her.

"Hey, we should look for somewhere to rest, it's getting cold out!" The purple dragon shivered, before a concerned look appeared in his eyes. "Are you okay, Cynder? You look kinda... Out of it?"

At those words the dark dragoness did all she could to banish her previous thoughts from her mind, stiffened her flight like some obedient soldier, and half laughed, half huffed as she stammered abruptly.

"Oh, me? I-I'm fine, sure... Don't worry, Spyro!" She wafted away more of the conversation like a bad smell as she waved a forepaw towards him. "Why, is something wrong with you?"

She masterfully deflected the question as she often did, yet after so long mated to him, it was clear that he wasn't going to drop the topic so swiftly.

Urg, Spyro, come on, just think about something; anything else! She inwardly begged, putting on her best, innocent face as she regarded his perplexed expression. His concern is so cute, but I can't tell him... He'll think I'm a freak like all the others if he finds out!

Spyro narrowed his eyes, peering at her like she was a portrait so many others could understand, but he was utterly clueless. For her part, Cynder was sure no one could really understand her, yet she neglected to say a word until he finally spoke up regardless.

"Those bandits didn't hit you with some mind spell, or something, did they?" he asked, and she rolled her shoulders, ruffling her wings as she scoffed.

"Spyro, please. It would take far more than that to get to me." She tapped the side of her head with a foretalon. "My mind's as watertight as a brick after all I've been through."

"I don't know, I've seen wet bricks before," he responded, and she rolled her eyes.

"Keep that up and I'll show you wet," she teased, and he seemed to utterly forget his questions as he perked up.

"Really, like... You mean it?" he asked eagerly, and once more she bit her bottom lip as she realized she was letting her coy urges surface.

"I... Urm... Maybe, or maybe soon, at least. You know me... Still kinda... Unsure," she stammered, feeling as if she were on ice so thin, she could drown at any moment.

He looked unsure for a moment too, before he nodded and assured her, he understood.

"Look, we don't have to keep talking about it if you don't want to. I don't mind as long as I'm with you," he assured, and she felt her heart melt so fast she almost dribbled from the sky like hot wax.

Ancestor's, he's so sweet. She swooned mid-flight, only for him to catch her wing and right her path once more. Gah, Cynder, focus!

"Whoa there, eyes on the sky, love," he exclaimed, and she was thankful for the night's gloom as she blushed hard.

"I... Sorry... You're just so sweet, kinda distracting," she reasoned, and it was his turn to hide a blush as he glowed like a smitten dragonet. "Let's just find somewhere to land."

"Yeah, good idea, I'm on it!" he declared, racing off towards a rocky ridge breaking up from the forest like a great sea beast, before he returned moments later. "Found a cave, this way!"

Oh, such a gentledrake. She thought before gladly following. Oh, I want to give him something; anything I just... She glanced back at her stirring nethers. I can't... Not yet.

The rocky wall was filled with many crevices and cracks where trees had forced their roots through the stone like winding snakes, gnawing at the earth as they caused the rock to bulge and low laying ferns to sprawl over the sheer face. Yet for all the potted holes and caverns that marred the cliffside, Spyro, as always, found the best one for them to nest within. It was a shallow cave, its mouth marked by looming stalactites while a ledge jutted out from it like a tongue from a vast, stone maw.

Vines trailed down from above like green curtains while roots clawed their way through the crumbling ceiling like gnarled fingers. Yet it was warm, dry, and rather cozy the more she thought about it, especially as she looked to some of the dripping wet caves to her left and right, crossed by waterfalls and streams.

"There were some bats in there, but I took care of them," Spyro announced as he walked back from the cave mouth, fire snorting from his flared nostrils.

"Oh, aren't you my hero?" Cynder giggled, pressing a forepaw to her chest and bowing her head. "Who'd ever think that bats would be such a match for you?"

"Please, I try my best." He scoffed, flicking his head back. "So, you want to start a fire, or should I?"

"Well, seeing as you've already been such a gentledrake." Cynder practically purred like a kitten as she strutted past him, flicking the tip of his snout with her tail blade and doing her best to keep her swelling arousal within her slit. "I guess, I'll be the one to light the flames."

"O-okay, sure," he stammered, looking at her in stunned awe as she smirked back at him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, hon?" she asked coyly, and he blinked, words tumbling from his mouth in a blabbering mess as she giggled and finally added. "Go fetch some wood, sweetie."

Jumping up like his rump had just been struck by a bolt of lightning, he was instantly back at full alert and stammered.

"W-wood, yeah... Sure, I can find wood!" He scampered off into the trees so fast it left a blur of purple scales in his wake, and Cynder couldn't help but giggle more so as she sat down.

He really is so perfect... I wish I could give him more... A piece of my wood, maybe? She thought, yet glanced down at her pudgy slit, seeing it rather wet. Urg, stupid thing, why can't I just be normal?

As much as she hated it, sitting there and diverting her gaze with a stern huff, it was as if her burning nethers called to her. It took all of her focus every hour of every day, to keep it in check, but now she was alone, even for a brief moment, it called to her. She didn't want to, she did her best not to, but one forepaw stretched down to her slit, feeling the oddly un-dragoness like bulge underneath it. The brush of her paws on her crotch scales felt good, really good, so good that she did it again, feeling the small, beady tip of something she shouldn't have starting to poke free.

She shuddered hard, wings unfurling slightly as they ruffled like dry paper in a summer's breeze. She felt hot, her scales prickling like they were on fire or stung by a hundred bees, but for a moment, reason was lost to arousal, she didn't care, she wanted it. She felt that creeping nub sneak from her slit, spreading her wet lips like a lover, growing wetter until...

"No, not now!" she declared aloud, no care for who may hear her shrill announcement as it echoed from the cliffs.

In the same moment, she slammed her forepaw over her crotch, forcing her arousal down with sheer will and force as she shuddered and grit her teeth at the final burst of sensation the hard action conjured. She winced, feeling the hot, sticky wetness under her paw as the creeping shaft attempted to shove upward, but she didn't let it, no matter how hard it tried.

No, this is wrong... I should not have that! She huffed and ruffled her wings, feeling so hot it was a wonder the snow high on the cliffs above didn't melt. I can't let him see me like this, I need to get rid of it.

She glanced around for anything she could use, seeing nothing but stones, rocks, and ferns at the edge of the ledge.

That branch looks extra curvy, maybe I can rub off to that... I... She cut off her desperate thoughts. What am I thinking, that's disgusting...? I... I...

"Hey, what's wrong, are you sure you're okay?" Her mate's concerned voice could not have come at a worse time, as Spyro reappeared on the ledge, spitting out a bunch of firewood.

Cynder shuffled to face him, shuddering and twitching as she maintained her forepaw's hard press on her bulging crotch.

"I... I... I'm fine, Spyro... I..." She glanced around desperately. "I just sat on a stone... You know... Right in the..." She glanced back and swished her tail.

"Oh...?" He cocked his head, seemingly confused, before his eyes went wide with realization. "Ohhh... I... Wow, that's..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you want me to look?"

She shot him the most flattered, yet nervous look she'd ever summoned, yet he raised his forepaws and blustered sharply.

"I-I don't mean in the sexy way... I mean, just to see if you're okay... But if you are, that's fine... I... I just want you to be happy, that's all," he stammered awkwardly, causing her heart to flutter and her heat to rise like water over the brim of a bubbling stew pot.

"Oh, you." She began, finding it hard to shove out words as she swiftly withdrew her paw from her slit, shaking off the wetness as she forced her thighs together with a wet clap. "You're such a gentledrake, sweetie, but I'm fine, really."

I am fine, I am fine. It's all hidden, so what if it's coming out!? She inwardly huffed, feeling her secret slip to half-mast regardless of her efforts. I just keep it hidden between my legs and it'll go away, like it always does.

"If you say so, sweetie." Spyro sighed, head drooping slightly as he dragged the wood over to a small ring of stones with his tail. "You still want to light the fire, or..."

He glanced at her, and she was sure all of her jittering, twitching and the worst innocent 'things are perfectly fine' face any dragoness could muster, made it clear she was in no state to do anything.

"If you don't mind, hon," she offered weakly, feeling a large, wet rod threatening to shove her thighs apart. "I... I kinda just wanna... r-rest, right now."

He looked unsure but sighed and nodded. "Sure thing, sweetie."

He reared up, lunging forward as his mouth opened wide and a blast of hot flames surged forth, igniting the pile of wood in a brief flash. The warmth of the fire was far from a welcome relief upon her hot scales, however; and she felt barbs and a ripe not finally swell between her closed thighs. She was a dragoness at full, bulging mast, and ready to pop, and her mate had no idea as he stared at her innocently.

"So, you are sure you're not hurt? Just gonna sleep it off?" he asked, and she huffed.

"I'm gonna beat something off, I swear!" He looked suddenly taken aback, and she winced as she added. "You know... Like all these rocks?" She gestured around them, giggling sheepishly. "For sticking into my... you know?"

"I guess, what are the chances, right?" he asked with a small chuckle of his own, as he looked at one forepaw, flicking out stones.

Oh, you have no idea, hon? She thought, wincing at the sensation of her smooth inner thigh scales caressing her hard shaft. I need to get away, I need to release this tension!

"Y-You know what...? I... I need to pee too!" she suddenly blurted, doing her best to stand with her hind legs crossed and her tail folded down under her. "Yeah, yeah, been holding it in since the Tall Plains, I really need to go!"

"You do... Okay, I guess?" he reasoned, more perplexed than ever as he cocked his head. "You know we could have stopped any time, right?"

"Oh yes, yes, I know, but it was so far, and we were making such good time," she reasoned as she awkwardly shuffled her stiff body back towards some bushes at the ledge's edge. "I didn't want to slow us down."

"Well, be careful, shout me if you need me," he called, and she nodded, before practically leaping into the vegetation's cover.

Oh, by the ancestors, I feel so pent up! She inwardly screamed, as the sensation of falling sent a sharp jolt of burning pleasure through her, and she finally rolled over, spreading her hind legs to reveal the throbbing shaft to the cool air. Oh, it looks so weird in person!

No other dragoness had a cock like hers. No other dragoness had a cock at all, but she had a huge shaft, fit with ridges and a ripe knot so round it could plug a drainpipe. The thing was like a huge, red tower of fertility, sleek flesh looming up from her bulging slit like the volcanic lair of her old master erupted from the earth as she stared at the thing in disgusted awe.

Why is it so big, surely if mine's like this, a real male's cock must be huge!? She thought, dreaming that her mate's cock was so much bigger. _Oh, how I want him inside me... But... There's the part of me that wants to plow him too! Gah, I'm so conflicted. _

She winced, hips shuddering as she ran a foretalon down her member's length, feeling vanes and barbs roll as she did so. Yet she trailed over her thick knot, down to her cock's scaly base to find nothing more there, she lacked the pussy other dragonesses boasted altogether, if not for her sleek body, and obviously female physic, she could have been mistaken for male!

But Spyro likes males right, he always said he had a crush on Flame? She wondered, knowing one day, she'd have to be honest about her rather large secret. But I'm not a male, I just... Urg, what did the Dark Master do to me?

She was sure Malefor must have cursed her or forced her to drink something that made her this way. Yet as she ran her wandering talon back up to her cock's tip, feeling pre leak out to glisten at her summit like a tiny star, she didn't care. She needed some release, and at the first sensation, she wrapped her forepaws around her throbbing shaft and rolled her head back as she started to rub.

The wet girth rolled in her grip, slipping up and down effortlessly as she started to rock her hips in time with her paw's motion. All the while she did her best to grit her teeth, muzzle wrinkling like dry paper as she tried her best not to call out in blissful ecstasy. Eyes closed, she huffed and panted, tail thrashing like a snake as she pictured the one thing in her mind that she wanted most.

"Umph... Spyro." The name slipped out with a moan, so quiet that she failed to notice as she shoved and bucked upwards, pressure swelling in her towering cock like water behind a strained dam. "I... want you!"

I... I'm being too loud; I need to calm down! She thought in sudden alarm, staggering forward and flipping onto her front, butt up in the air like a female to be bred as she reached back with the same forepaw awkwardly. But it feels so good.

She snorted into the dirt; tail curled over her back like a scorpion's stinger as she did her best to stop it from thrashing. The action left her toned rump exposed, tail hole open to the elements like a two-bit whore flashing her goods. Yet she was anything but open with her predicament and clamped the other forepaw over her muzzle to hold in the moans, staggering off balance as she did so.

Gah, no! Was the only brief thought to dart across her mind as she lost balance and toppled onto her side, rolling back against a tree as her wings splayed out to either side. _This thing is too big, I can hardly stand up and jerk off! _

She peered down at her cock as she sat upright with the thing shooting from between her legs like a blood-red sword. It shifted left and right stiffly as she attempted to get up, but at the same time, she failed to take her forepaw off it. It was so full, so tight it was fit to burst, her warm seed was only inches away from her bulging tip, she needed to let it out. Yet just then there was a rustling in the bushes and her whole world fell apart as she saw a purple head peek out from the undergrowth.

Oh no, I was too loud!

"Hey, Cynder, I heard you shouting, are..." To say that she stared at him in stunned silence was an understatement compared to how he looked at her, his mouth agape, his eyes wide as the moons, and his body still as a rock. "What... is?"

"S-Spyro!" she exclaimed, folding her hind legs over her cock to little effect as the monstrous shaft poked free, leaving her to drape her wings around her whole body like a cloak as she stuttered. "I... I was just... I..."

"What is that, Cynder?" he jabbed a forepaw at the bulge protruding from her wings. "Did you bring a sex toy, or something?"

The purple hero looked so innocent, so confused, and yet so desperate to understand. He didn't seem mad, or angry. Though Cynder thought to use the excuse he offered in his uncertainty to lie her way out of the exposure, one twitch from her swollen cock and she knew there was no hiding this for any longer. Therefore, she sighed, tentatively unfurled her wings, and admitted.

"N-no, Spyro... It's not... I..." She shied away, shirking back against the tree trunk as she averted her shameful eyes to the left. "It's a dick... My dick... I've had it for as long as I can remember."

He cocked his head left, then right like a puzzled puppy, ruffled his wings, and jabbed a forepaw right at her bulging cock as he asked.

"But you're a girl? Girls don't have..." She hated herself for the stern glare she shot him, yet it was pure reflex as she cut him off bitterly.

"You don't need to remind me, Spyro!" He took a timid step back, while her eyes went wide, and she slammed a forepaw over her muzzle. "I... I'm sorry.... I just... I didn't mean to shout."

"It's okay, sweetie. I guess it's just a lot to take in, but...?" He glanced about as if a thousand curious eyes were spying on the two of them from the gloom. "You've had this for as long as we've known each other and never told me?"

Cynder felt shame wash over her like the freezing torrent of an icy river as she averted her eyes once more, coiling her tail around and kneading it in her forepaws as her enormous member still loomed proud from her slim, feminine body.

"I guess... I didn't tell you because I didn't know what you'd think... I'm a dragoness, Spyro, I swear. This thing's just... On me!" She gestured to it with both forepaws as she slumped. "It has to be part of the Dark Master's curse, something that just stuck with me."

"Cynder, do you really think I'd think less of you just because you have a dick?" Spyro asked bluntly, still quite clearly baffled, yet doing his best to accept the situation as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It doesn't look so bad."

"Doesn't look so bad!?" she repeated bluntly, flaring her wings. "It looks hideous, all those other dragonesses with their prim slits, sleek, slender bodies, hips to die for... They go on show, flash their rumps, and here's me with a cock the size of a golem under my tail!"

"Whoa, okay, okay... Cynder. It's okay," Spyro assured, creeping over and gently laying a wing on her shoulder. "Those dragonesses are all just pompous show-offs, you're not like them anyway. You're better."

"But you like them, don't you?" She sniffed, wiping a tear from her eyes. "You like girls, and here's me, a girl with a boy's toy."

At that, Spyro seemed too shocked for words, heat seeming to radiate off him more so than it did her as he stammered.

"I like girls, yeah... But who said I wasn't into boys too?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I like... Well, let's just say I like the look of what you've got."

He instinctively swayed his butt in anticipation, and Cynder caught sight of his own cock creeping free, notably, and shockingly smaller than hers as she asked.

"You like it?" She was baffled, she'd no idea, yet as he nodded, she felt something new spark in her. "Well, then I guess... We could..."

"Use it!?" He perked up faster than a dog offered a bone as he beamed at her, then shied away as he blushed and added. "I just mean, well... We both have a tail hole, assuming you don't have the female parts too?"

"No, Spyro, I'm pretty sure I don't," she deadpanned, yet despite her flat look, she was warming to the idea. "But you really want to have sex still?"

"Cynder, I don't care what you look like, I love you, and yes... I want to mate," he admitted, growing a little sheepish at the latter part as he reached out a forepaw. "Can I touch it?"

She bit her bottom lip, battling the years of instinct that told her to hide the thing, but at his loving look, she nodded and opened her legs wide. The moment his talons met her tip, she felt a spark of pleasure like she'd never felt before lance through her like a blast of static, tingling to the end of every nerve in her quivering body.

"Oh, Spyro..." She huffed, hips working. "You may have guessed, I was kinda on the edge when you found me."

"I can see that." Her mate smirked. "I have a cock too, you know... It's just... Not as impressive."

"It is to me, love," she assured, but he shook his head as he curled his tail back and told her.

"M-Maybe but if you're about to cum... I... Well, please... don't waste it, cum in me!" He spun around, shoving his rear and full mast cock to her muzzle as his tail arched over his curved spine. "Make me yours, Cynder!"

The dark dragoness blinked once, licking her lips as she felt her instincts start to take hold. While her body was female, her drives were anything but feminine as she stared at the readily presented rump. It was like her cock had a second brain all of its own, and she wanted nothing more than to ram it up his tight ass.

"Y-you're sure?" she asked cautiously, and one coy look back from over her mate's shoulder, told her he was certain. "Oh you, come here!"

Pent up beyond belief she threw herself at him, forepaws pinning his shoulders as her tail coiled with his, their necks colliding like rutting stags. She grit her teeth, grunting hard as she pressed her rod over his tight ass and slowly eased it in.

"Oh, by the ancestors, that's big!" Spyro huffed, eyes sealed tight as he snarled. "And the knot too, you're at full mast, shove it in!"

"It's my first time, Spyro!" Cynder panted, wiggling as she struggled to get her rod into prime position before she started to thrust with a series of wet claps. "Oh... Fuck... So tight!"

"You say that as if I'm not a virgin too, love!" he growled, shoving his ass back to take her full length, until all but her ripe knot slammed against his scaly cheeks. "Oh, not how I imagined our first time!"

"Then how... How did you imagine it?" Cynder huffed as she did her best to shove the knot into his wet tail-hole, only to have it catch several times. "With you on top?"

"N-no, I dreamed of you riding me with a strap on, so this is way better!" He admitted, before his eyes popped wide along with hers as the knot squeezed into his ass with a hard shove. "Gah... Fuck...!"

"You're not going to have an ass left after this, honey!" Cynder warned as she started to rutt him hard, instincts taking over as she firmly knotted him. "This feels so wrong, but so good!"

"Feels nothing but good to me, s-sweetie!" Spyro huffed, cheeks puffing up as his own cock swelled fit to burst. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Not before me, you're not!" Cynder announced, face hard as stone as she did her best to hold back for a moment, "Ahhh, it feels like it's gonna explode!"

"Then let it, fill my ass, love!" Spyro called, bracing himself for her impending climax as he was on the precipice of his own orgasm. "Fill me like a breeding dragoness!"

"Gah... I... I can't hold it!" She gripped his shoulders tight as a vice as she threw her head back and roared, the explosive heat of fire spewing from her maw nothing next to the blast of cum that filled Spyro's tight ass like a balloon.

She felt it pool about her tip as he shuddered forward, utterly submitting under her weight as he moaned in time with her, his own climax coating the dirt under them in hot seed. Yet where he soon bathed in his afterglow, she kept thrusting, shoving every ounce of her seed into him as if to somehow make him gravid with her eggs. Yet where she'd feared he'd hate her for what she was, he only begged for more, for many long moments until she was finally spent and flopped over him like a wet rag, panting in her exhausted afterglow.

"Cynder, that was absolutely amazing!" he huffed as he nuzzled against her neck, the pair's rears still firmly locked by her swollen knot. "I feel so full."

"I just feel so hot and... Well, glad I could finally get that out of me," she purred, licking his cheek. "Thank you, Spyro."

"It's who you are, Cynder, no need to thank me. I'll always love you," he admitted as he kissed her back. "Though, it is a fun toy."

"And I love you," she retorted, pressing a forepaw to his muzzle playfully as she giggled. "Silly hero, just thinking about how he can use my toy."

"What, it's gonna want to fuck me again soon, dicks are like that," he chuckled, and she rolled her eyes, ensuring him he didn't need to remind her of her cock's hungry tendencies. "Though, maybe I can take you?"

"I'd like that," she purred warmly, before she looked back at her knotted rear, wiggling her hips with a small moan. "If I can get out of you any time soon."

"You'll deflate soon, the knot's just to keep cum inside females... You know, to get them pregnant?" he elaborated, and she felt a wash of warm love at his adorable dorkiness.

"Oh, my little biologist," she giggled. "Though I don't think I'll be getting anything pregnant with this."

"I mean if we've both got cocks..." Spyro looked at one forepaw, seeming to think deeply, before he shrugged. "I'm fine with it, we don't have to think about kids."

"Not for now, but maybe someday," she purred, licking him once more. "I'm just glad I don't have to hide any more big surprises."