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The cold autumn wind rustled through the thinning branches, spiralling the piles of brick red leaves that were scattered along the floor making them rise and dance in the chilly breeze. As another wisp of chilling air blew over his purple scales, the small dragon shook softly. He was stood in the sea of sunset oranges, fiery reds and mellow yellows as far as the eye could see. Despite being summoned he was adamant to spend a short while just watching the world float by on the gentle calming wind that tickled at his side and made the trees bow before him.

He spent a few moments in a thought so deep that the only resounding noise he could hear was the whisper of the wind in his ear and the booming silence it left behind as it subdued. His essence of thought trailed back to where he was headed and who he was meeting, knowing full well that it was not something that most people would ever get to experience.

The purple dragon was headed for the Temple. It was an enormous building that dated back as far as records would go. It was, in all sense of the word, a fortress. Built tall and wide and with walls a few feet thick. Despite its legend of being the hardest place in the all the known world to get into, the purple dragon knew that he could enter at almost any time he wanted.

Down the years the extravagant Temple was used many times during battles, sieges, drought, famine and all in all any time there was need of supplies and help to anyone. During the many battles, families had sheltered there, in its vast halls and long galleries, and had been protected by the fortress deemed 'impenetrable'. Of course, inside there were 4 very special people indeed, ones known to the entire nation as the Guardians

A bird cheeped loudly and disrupted his train of thought, snapping back to the reality of the chilly autumn day and pulling his wings in tight around him. It seemed to be getting colder by the minute. Looking up he saw the culprit, a large grey swirl of cloud began to make its way over the top of him, blocking out the last few drops of sunlight and replacing it with a dull eerie darkness. He began heading down the road only known to him and a few others, towards the Temple.

The wind soon began to howl in the small dragons ears, pointing his head down he walked faster pointing his golden horns into the wind to stop the blast of wind in his eyes. As it bit and hurled against his purple flanks, it began to chill further dropping slowly to a freezing winter gale. The purple dragon looked up again, a storm was coming, and coming fast. He noticed now that the birds had all stopped and that the leaves that once seemed to dance now began to flee as if escaping the weather that was on its way.

He neared his destination, pushing his way through the last few stretches of thick leafless shrubbery and cursing as a thorn or sharp stick caught his scales, marring the soft purple and leaving small cuts and scrapes. He pushed on further, unwilling to be caught out when the storm dropped its contents and froze the small dragon, with this in mind he began to slash at the thick bushes with his sharp talons, slicing a path for him to travel through.

As his paw rose and fell one final time he stumbled his way into the clearing, the strong unyielding wind pushing him forward towards the wall of stone. He craned his neck up, the building was larger than he remembered and seemed to go on for impossible distances, and despite their cold looking exterior, he knew that inside would be welcoming and warm.

With a slight spring in his step as he felt his past annoyances in the shrubs leave him, he walked over to the door. He was beginning to feel his toes and paws go numb as he reached the door, the bitter gale biting away at his poor feet and making him shuffle on the spot trying to keep out the cold from his paws. He felt the impending awe that he always felt as he stood here, pushing the chill to the back of his mind he stared up at the darkening door, its tall wooden beams were covered in a special resin that protected it from fire, metal cross beams added unbreakable strength to it. Thousands of years and it still looked like it had been installed yesterday.

He raised his paw, feeling infinitesimal against the massive door. He rapped hard three times hearing it resonate off of the wall and strike his ears in an eerie and unnerving response. He rubbed his front paws together for warmth and rechecked the almost blackened sky before waiting in the chilling wind. Shuffling back and forth he listened to the silent echo inside the Temple, waiting for any signs of life inside.

There was a loud bang and the door shook in front of him, the sound stinging his ears after the long silence. Again the door shook hard, this time though he could hear shouting and cursing on the other side, confused he stood a few steps back from the door, preparing himself for what might happen.

With a loud crash the large wooden door flung backwards barely missing the tall red orange dragon that stood behind it. He cringed as it smashed into the thick concrete wall, hearing the reverberation as loud as the initial hit. Smiling awkwardly down at him was a much taller dragon, who's bright orange and red colours seemed to warm him from mere glance alone.

"Sorry about that Spyro," the calm voice washed over his ears, "the door tends to get stuck from time to time."

Spyro just smiled up at the Guardian. He was Ignitus, one of four Guardians and was seen as the leader of the group. He was a large muscular dragon, looking toned and strong, but from his calm and almost melodic voice he never seemed imposing or threatening. He warmed the hearts of thousands with his charitable habit and his friendly personality. His bright and warm colours seemed to heat up any room he walked into and being the Guardian of fire he was a skilled and incredibly useful ally. All in all, he was a perfect role model for Spyro.

Ignitus hung his head out of the door and looked up at the sky, Spyro followed his gaze seeing the vast swirling abyss of blackened sky above him and feeling the bitter chill of the biting wind.

"I think you'd better come in Spyro, the storm seems to be getting worse than I expected." the concern in his voice made Spyro edgy at first but a quick smile from Ignitus seemed to drain it all away "Don't worry Spyro, if worst comes to worst you can stay here the night. I'm sure they'll be enough room." He chuckled slightly and ushered the small purple and gold dragon in with a flick of his paw.

Spyro padded into the room, more than happy to be out of the worsening conditions outside and more than ready for the hot meal that he had been invited to. He stood and waited for Ignitus to close the door, as he did the sound of the wind disappeared and the room fell to a warm and blissful silence. Ignitus turned after closing the door, looking down at his student and smiling softly at him "Much better don't you think?"

Spyro nodded again walking close to the fire dragon, letting the warmth that emitted from his large form heat him slowly, and bring some feeling back to his toes. They walked slowly to the right, Spyro pacing himself faster than Ignitus to keep up with his long but slow strides. His graceful steps were purposeful but never rushed.

They passed through a tall arched doorway and entered a small room. The room's walls were covered in dancing shadows as the light from the fire waxed and waned in the essence of the tall log fire. In front of the fire and on a long exotic mat sat two dragons. One was slightly smaller than Ignitus and was lying on his back by the fire. His yellow and blue scales gave him a happy and up-spirited look. To Spyro he was Volteer, the most bubbly and liveliest of the four dragons, he was rarely seen without a smile on his face and he never liked sitting still and when he was, he liked something for his paws to be fiddling with. Of course, much like Ignitus he was a kind and sweet dragon but he was very quick to jump the gun and would always do everything in the most direct way he could. He was the Guardian of electricity.

A few feet away from him was a taller and larger dragon, his dark green scales seemed almost black in the dull light. His face wasn't visible as it was hidden behind a scroll that the dragon seemed fixated on. Spyro rolled his eyes a little knowing full well that it was Terrador, always the thinker and tactician of the group. In all the years Spyro had known him, he had never once made a decision that was more important than where to spend the day or what to eat, in less than a day. He was almost always immersed in scrolls and literature, which he believed to be the basis of the success of their kind and the very reason he had lived as well as he had. Still he was a very sweet dragon despite his tendency to go on about the importance of literature and how Spyro should take more interest in it. He was the Guardian of earth and the storyteller of the group.

Spyro felt a small nudge in his back and looked up to see Ignitus scooting him forward. "go on, little one, go and reacquaint yourself with Volteer and Terrador and warm yourself by the fire while I go and see to Cyril in the other room." He smiled again at the little dragon and walked out of the room via another tall archway.

Walking over towards the fire, Spyro noticed Volteer rolled a little to the side, and locked eyes with the purple dragon. His eyes lit up and he beamed at Spyro, rolling over and wagging his tail like a giant dog. Spyro smiled and padded over to Volteer, laying down beside him and smiling up at him but Volteer reached over with his paw and pulled the young dragon into his side, his warm body tight against Spyro's flank.

"Hey Spyro how have you been?," he seemed leant down to rub his muzzle softly against Spyro's and before Spyro had a chance to reply he called out, "Hey Terra, Spyro's here."

"I've told you not to call me that Volteer, my name is Terrador, the least you can do is respect that." He responded almost mechanically, his eyes never leaving his scroll.

"Yeah but Spyro's here." He called again, still as excited as he had been since he had seen Spyro.

"Of course Volteer, well done." He replied, blatantly not listening to the overly excitable dragon and hoping to pass him off. Sometimes he just felt Volteer was a big hatchling and that he was just there to annoy him.

Volteer sensed that Terrador was ignoring him. "TERRADOR" He shouted towards the bigger dragon, huffing a bit at being ignored.

Terrador sighed as the voice rang through his ears disturbing his reading and making him lose track of where he was on the page. "What is it Volteer?" He replied tiredly and lowered the scroll. Spyro could see his patience seemed to be wearing thin, he guessed that after being stuck indoors all day that Volteer had done this a lot and Terrador was tired of his antics. Terrador caught a glimpse of purple resting against the side of Volteer's bright yellow scales. He leaned a little closer. "Oh, Hello there Spyro, I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in, I was immersed in this scroll I've been reading, care to hear about it?"

"No, its probably boring." Interjected Volteer, pulling a face at Terrador and then nosing down at Spyro's neck playfully, making the young dragon giggle.

"Actually, my crude and uneducated friend, it's a classic story about a tragic love where a man must fight to win the female of his dreams against her tyrannous father and it's one I would highly recommend." replied Terrador very matter-of-factly.

Volteer just pulled the face again and nuzzled Spyro onto his back before nosing into the younger dragon's belly and tickling him with his snuffling nose. Spyro giggled and pawed at his old friend's muzzle, enjoying the relaxing muck about and feeling relaxed and at home with the larger dragons. He heard a sigh from across the room and guessed that Terrador had just about given up trying to read quietly and peacefully, and before long the tall dragon plodded over and dropped himself next to the small purple dragon, his muzzle smiling down at him. The sharp pearly white teeth were standing out from his dark green lips, curled back as he grinned at his student, feeling a sense of pride at what he had become and how he still smiled after everything he had been through.

He reached over and affectionately rubbed his paw on Spyro's muzzle, grinning as he received a warm purr into his paw. Spyro looked up at the two Guardians who beamed down at him, realising that he didn't want to leave and wanted to stay with them as long as he could. He wished that he could move into the Temple with Flame, Ember, Cynder and Sparx, they could relax and explore and there'd be enough room to do pretty much anything they wanted to. Plus they'd always be close to the Guardians and be able to train easier. It seemed so perfect to him but he knew it would probably sound silly to ask.

"Dinner's ready." A melodic voice called from the other side of Volteer.

Spyro shot up at the sound of hot food and walked out from the side of Volteer and Terrador who were both getting up slowly. Over at the door Spyro could see the cool blue coloured scales of Cyril. The mother of the group. Despite being male and pretty tough when it came to scraps he was always the most sensitive and caring. He was the most skilled in healing and medicine, he was the best cook out of the group and always loved to make large extravagant meals for everyone. He was the ice dragon and his cool colours showed that fact off well. He was also an average size for the group, neither the tallest nor the smallest but Spyro still thought he had the biggest heart.

The same head still poked round the corner of the doorway, "Well come on, don't let it go to waste." With this the head disappeared behind the doorway again and footsteps were heard padding off deeper into the next room.

It was not long before Spyro's tiny feet were following that of the Guardians, striding quickly to keep up with their relaxed pace. Around him was the cold walls of the Temple; they were undecorated and mostly bare but they still held the odd trinket and ornament, often an heirloom or a memorabilia from one of the many adventures they had all been on. He knew there were probably hundreds if not thousands of whimsical tales behind these items but he knew that they would be saved for a later time and that even with Terrador's stomach filled, he would not hear all the stories that could be told in time for next winter, or the winter after.

He passed the warm calming flicker of each candle that was held on various tables and some on the walls, each lighting the way to the dining room. Up ahead to his right, Spyro could see the faint glow of another roaring fire through the doorway, seeing the wall opposite dance with the shadows of the already present dragons. Walking the final few yards he reached the doorway, inside there was a warm and jolly atmosphere, Ignitus and Cyril was finishing off the final touches to the meal and the table, Terrador and Volteer were smiling at one another and seemed to be getting along.

Spyro now stood still in the doorway. He felt a heat warming sense of home and happiness here, the silhouettes of the Guardians moved in front of him, darkened by the glare of the fire. Each was busying themselves to help get seated an dish out the meals. The picture was perfect. Here he was having dinner with his four most idolised dragons and he could not imagine anyway it could possibly get any better.

Ignitus turned, noticing the purple dragon beaming happily in the firelight, his scales shimmering and pulsing from dark to light as the fire cackled and flickered. He smiled back at the young dragon, happy to see his pearly smile in the relaxing light and he patted at a chair. The chair was the same size as the others but there had been boxes placed on top so that Spyro could reach the table. As Spyro moved over to him, Ignitus helped him onto the chair and gave him a gentle nuzzle in the side, showing his apparent happiness at them all being together.

Now seated above table height, Spyro could see the extent to which Cyril had gone to to make the meal. Before him lay a sea of fruits and meats, many of which Spyro had never seen before. As his eyes darted round locking onto succulent looking meats, seeing the juice practically oozing out of the hot slices, he began to feel his stomach growl. He was finding it unbearable, but still he could not stop his eyes from wandering over the food. Plates and bowls full of bright fruits and berries, each one looking ripe and full of flavour; he could feel his stomach fight inside him desperate for some of the exotic and wonderful looking food.

Worse still was the smell, seeping into his nose was the strong and undeniably rich smell of the hot meats soaked in thick sauces. He couldn't help but whimper as his sensitive nose picked up the sheer quantity of the food and all of its tantalising smells.

Cyril smiled as he watched the young dragon begin to drool over the smells of his food, he had spent a long time on it so he was glad to see such a reaction from Spyro.

Chuckling to himself he nodded in Spyro's direction, "Feel free to help yourselves, I spent a long time cooking it so I wouldn't want you eating it cold." He smiled again and reached to help himself to some of the food too.

Spyro looked round the room one final time, seeing that it contained very few trinkets and only really contained the table, chairs and fireplace. Ignitus was, of course, sat closest to the fire, feeling most comfortable with the fire at his back and heating him slowly. Cyril sat opposite, as far away from the fire as he could be, and Volteer and Terrador were sat at either ends. Spyro was sat between Ignitus and Terrador, close enough to the fire to still keep himself relatively warm and close enough to Terrador in case they decided to have an after dinner story.

Pretty soon Spyro's mouth and belly were full with the wonders of Cyril's cooking. In his mind, Spyro had eaten like a king, in fact he did better than that, he ate like a Guardian. His previously rumbling stomach was now full of simmering meats and pastries, fruits and vegetables, and his mind was blurred from the high of a full belly and a good meal.

"Well Cyril, I think you've outdone yourself this time." Terrador commented, his claw idly picking at the fruit skins caught between his teeth. Everyone nodded in agreement, it had been a phenomenal feast. No one could manage another bite and they had all been confined to their chairs for the past half hour, waiting for their stomachs to settle and stop restricting their movement.

Cyril merely blushed and thanked everyone, his coy actions making Spyro chuckle a little to himself. It was already late though and Spyro doubted that there would be time for much else, he didn't want to keep the Guardians awake and overstay his welcome so he thanked them all and began to excuse himself.

Ignitus shook his head and patted Spyro gently on the muzzle, smiling at him, "Nonsense Spyro, you can't venture out in this weather even if you aren't going far. No no, it's much too dangerous. Stay here the night. If you wish you can use some of the spare room in my chambers."

Spyro blushed a little and felt a little embarrassed by his readiness to excuse himself but he shook it off and nodded up at the fiery dragon. "Thanks Ignitus, I wouldn't want to be a bother though."

"Nonsense Spyro, you're never a bother. Now, if you are ready then I think we can say that we'll tidy this up in the morning," he pointed to the table which was strewn in half eaten dishes and dirty used plates, "But for now, I'll show you to our room for the night."

They all nodded in agreement and gradually they teetered out of their chairs and began to plod back down the hallway, through the room where Spyro had sat by the fire and eventually up he main stairs. There, they bid each other good night and went their separate ways. Spyro continued to follow the large limbering frame of the full Guardian, a smile stuck on his muzzle. Spyro assumed the smile was from the feeling of having a good meal and the knowledge that a good night's sleep usually followed.

They reached a doorway which had a redish-orange sheet hanging over it. Ignitus stopped and rather playfully lifted the tarpaulin and waved Spyro in, "Welcome to my humble abode." he giggled afterwards, making himself chuckle slightly at his choice of words, "I'm starting to sound like Terrador now." He said giggling to himself, Spyro began to suspect that maybe Ignitus had had some mead when he hadn't been looking but he soon settled down and straightened himself up a little.

"Now then, this is where you will sleep," He pointed to the right side of his large soft bed, still smiling to himself.

"But where will you sleep Ignitus." Asked Spyro, concerned that he was putting the Guardian out of his bed.

Ignitus began to chuckle again and pointed to the left side of the bed "Why, just there Spyro."

"We're going to be sleeping next to each other?" Spyro voice rose as he became shocked, he was unsure what to make of it.

"Well yes, that was the plan. Unless you have a problem with sleeping next to me?" He raised his eyebrow at Spyro and his tone lowered, somewhat worried that Spyro would want to leave and not be with him. Deep in his mind he was hoping he hadn't scared the young dragon away from him.

Spyro thought about it for a moment, Ignitus could see his face change as if weighing up the options that were available to him. "I suppose not," he said slowly, "seeing as I know you so well and you're a sweet dragon."

They both got into their side of the bed, Spyro was lying with his face to the doorway, his mind still turning slowly as he began to drift off. Ignitus was lying facing the doorway as well, but his eyes were lower down, looking at the back of the young dragon. He sighed to himself, he knew that Spyro was such a kind and caring dragon, and would do almost anything to please and help his teachers. However Ignitus wasn't sure about him, he wasn't sure if he was old enough to understand what Ignitus needed help with. Ignitus wasn't a particularly elderly dragon, he was just much more mature than most his age and because he was an elder it left him with almost no free time to go and experience a lot of things that a dragon of his age would have readily available. There was no hiding or denying it. Ignitus needed some release.

Spyro's ears perked up as he heard the sigh behind him, concern rose through him and he turned over, looking Ignitus in his gentle ruby eyes.

"Ignitus," Spyro's voice was filled with concern and worry, "Are you ok?"

Ignitus sighed again, "Spyro, I've had some things on my mind recently and I wasn't planning to bother you with this Spyro but if you are truly interested then I'll tell you." Spyro nodded softly, still looking up at Ignitus with a glaze over his eyes, "Right, well, as you well know Spyro being a Guardian is a full time job and in between helping the citizens and training you and spending time with the other Guardians, I have little to no time left over. Unfortunately, this has had some problems over time and as I have gone on I began to notice that I haven't had time to, how should I put this, release myself."

Spyro tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean 'release' Ignitus?

Another sigh, "Well Spyro I mean release from my sexual tension. Over time I haven't had the time to court with another female or male and haven't been able to release the excess semen that built up. Now I constantly have to try to keep myself controlled otherwise I might let my urges become too strong and who knows who that would affect." Ignitus had began to look away from Spyro as he talked, by the time he had finished he was staring down at the covers and was blushing hotly from the personal question.

For a long moment Spyro and Ignitus sat in a resounding and almost endless silence, neither knew what to say or do. Ignitus refused to look up, afraid that he had said too much or that he had made Spyro too uncomfortable, he was just about to turn away and try to sleep when he felt a small nudge at his side. Looking down he saw the muzzle of his student nosing gently against his side, a small reassurance that he had someone there for him. Reaching down, he patted Spyro affectionately on the head and smiled. "Thank you Spyro."

Spyro smiled up at Ignitus and began to blush a hot pink, soon he couldn't hold his eyes to Ignitus' and he ended up looking down again. His small paws began to shuffle and Ignitus knew that something was up.

"What is it Spyro?" He asked, with concern equal to Spyro's earlier

Still shuffling and looking everywhere but Ignitus' eyes Spyro whispered "I was thinking that maybe..you know...I could help you...if that's ok." As soon as he had said it he wished he hadn't and looked away, turning around and screwing up his eyes in frustration at his naivety. "Sorry, sorry" was all he could mutter as he sat looking away from his teacher.

Ignitus felt a smile tug at his lips as the purple dragon turned and bullied himself for no reason, reaching over he wrapped a paw around Spyro's midriff and pulled him over to him. Spyro didn't struggle against the paw that pulled him over but he could guess that he would be getting a stern talking to. That was until he felt something hot against his lower back.

Ignitus smiled to himself as he saw the dragon's expression change through a series of extremes. First, as he was pulled over, Ignitus could feel the steaming little dragon sulk in anger at himself and embarrassment at what he had said, but as soon as he felt the bump in his back his mood changed. His face became a perfect image of surprise and disbelief. He watched his paw reach back behind him, soon the small paw pad found the source of the prodding and Ignitus watched Spyro's face change to a gasp.

Spyro spun round, after feeling the incredible heat that came from the large phallus that he had just touched, he had to check it with his own eyes to make sure that it was real. As he turned around he was met by a monster of a cock. It stood easily as long as his body not including the tail. Thick, pink and pulsating it hung before him; unable to tear his eyes from it, Spyro just stared, gawking at the incredible thickness and size of the giant member. His eyes trailed down the enormous length of the engorged shaft, soon passing his sheath that had given in long ago to allow the erection air. At the bottom of the shaft was two bowling ball sized dragon nuts. They hung in a tight pouch and Spyro could practically imagine the weight of the immense balls.

As with the food, one of the strongest senses to hit him was the smell. A thick wall of heady musk hit Spyro's nose. Sniffing in response to the change made Spyro drop his inhibitions, feeling less and less resistance against the monstrous cock and the heavy testicles. Spyro managed to break his eyes away from Ignitus' massive rod for long enough to look down at himself; seemingly unknowingly he himself had become hard and was shocked by how much pre he now produced from simple smell and sight alone. And from another male too.

He heard a chuckle from above him and looked up, his cheeks returning to a rosy pink as he saw Ignitus watching him. "Well at least you can't say you aren't interested," He smiled and reached down, brushing his paw gently against Spyro's hard on. He heard Spyro moan and felt him shiver slightly at his touch. "Now, I'm not going to force you to do anything Spyro, if you wish to continue then advance how you like and whatever way you are most comfortable with. If you don't want to continue at any point just stop, I won't pressure you to continue."

Spyro nodded slowly as he heard Ignitus talking, his mind not totally focused on his words, his mind registered Ignitus' calm and kind smile and Spyro knew he would not have any problems, he wanted to help the dragon who he idolised and who had helped him so many times in the past. He swallowed down his inhibitions and ignored his fears, trying to shove all problems to the back of his mind and relax.

Slowly he reached out with his paw and began to feel over Ignitus' cock, his paw rubbing and caressing the engorged head of the member. He continued to play and experiment about, applying different levels of pressure, different speeds, each change making Ignitus squirm a little as he bit into his lip. The heat from the enormous cock head was incredible, it felt as though Spyro were back by the fire, and the thought of what he was doing almost disgusted him but enough of his mind remained curious that he kept playing and trying to please his teacher.

His paw now began to trace down the underside of his cock, brushing gently over the urethra as he went, following it all the way to the bottom of his phallus. His second paw joined the first and they began to rub round the base of his rod, with his paws set on either side of the giant member, Spyro began to slide his paws back up, massaging his way to the top of the pink monster. As he did he could feel the heartbeat of Ignitus pulsing in his cock and each small spurt as a puddle of pre appeared at the tip and began to slide down.

Spyro watched the large drop slide down the underside of the cock and hit his paws, the almost slimy pre passing over his paws effortlessly but leaving a slippery clear trail in its wake. Spyro shivered again as he felt the hot pre pass over his paw serving as a reminder to what he was doing. He continued to watch the drop until it reached his cock base and trickled over his musky balls. Looking up at Ignitus with his paws still on the cock, Spyro could see how much the Guardian was enjoying it. His lips were curled back in a pleasured grin and his tail was slowly curling up behind him with each stroke. The purple dragon knew that he wanted to continue, all worries now ebbing from his mind as he saw how happy he could make his idol which is what he really wanted. Sure he had started enjoying himself from the kick of treating a male like this, a male like Ignitus but he also began to enjoy it for the fact that he was helping his teacher and causing him pleasure like this.

With his newly found vigour, he shuffled closer, his warm moist breath was now being felt on Ignitus' cock; the panting of the smaller dragon excited his teacher and Spyro soon felt the reassuring petting on the back of his head. His nose began to fill with the strong male scent that emitted from the pooling pre and mixed with the hormones that secreted from their bodies, the smells rising into their nostrils in a swirl of hot lustful aphrodisiacs. Spyro had never felt more alive, his paws still toying with the enormous shaft and his muzzle stuck in a constant smile. He realised that he was starting to enjoy this for more reasons than just helping his friend as a pool of pre under his cock proved.

The pets on his head began to get stronger and stronger, soon they were hardly even petting and just pushing his muzzle forward toward his pink member. Spyro didn't resist. He let Ignitus guide his small purple muzzle towards the throbbing shaft. He could feel the glaring heat as he got closer to it and the intensity of the smell increased enough to make him start panting loudly, his libido rising and his smaller but still large cock dribbling an almost constant supply of pre. He had lost all inhibitions and rational thought long ago, now his mind was only working on the supply of the heady musk and the spur of the moment drive that he had to please Ignitus.

A gasp filled Ignitus' ears, his or Spyro's he didn't know. His mind was useless to him at the moment and all he could do was will the purple dragon to wrap his muzzle around his cock, to release him from his immense tensions. He could already feel his balls tighten up and his cock throb under the attentions of the younger dragon, knowing that he was becoming eager and horny too. Ignitus' own mind could only just stay switched on enough to move his paw away from Spyro's head, one last gesture that he could back out.

Spyro knew that if he didn't try now, he never would be able to, not to mention that he would disappoint his teacher and idol; but something much more primal rose up inside him too, something he had never experienced before. He realised that he was urging himself to do this for one more reason; that he actually wanted to taste Ignitus. He wanted the sensation of the hot shaft buried inside his muzzle.

Leaning towards the massive shaft he felt another blast of hot musk hit his panting muzzle. Slowly he reached round to the sides of Ignitus' massive engorged cock, his eyes locked to the pre soaked slit at the top of his cock head. He licked his lips slowly and moved his muzzle tentatively forward and down over the shaft. He felt his lips make contact with either side of the hard meat, lining it up with his mouth before beginning to gradually slide his lips over the head of Ignitus' massive pink member.

Halfway over the head he felt his long thin tongue touch against the slit of Ignitus' dripping cock. The red dragon moaned loudly and a spurt of hot pre immediately hit Spyro's tongue and clung to his mouth. He coughed a little and swallowed in response feeling the warm slick liquid dribble down into his belly, the taste was salty and he couldn't get the taste out of his mouth; not that he wanted it out of his mouth.

Ignitus was in pure ecstasy as the young dragons tongue made contact with his cock, he couldn't hold back much longer. Opening his eyes he was treated with the sight of the back of his student's head covering where his cock should have been, causing him to hump up a little into the warm wet crevice that was his muzzle. He could feel his cock begin to soak in the saliva of the small dragon, his tongue beginning to loll out of the side of his mouth as his student's wrapped around the thick head and tugged.

Spyro was completely inexperienced and was playing the game by blind luck but whatever he was doing, Ignitus was liking it. He could here the melodic moans and groans of his hot lover above him, penetrating the barrier of lust that blinded his mind and drove him on. He had his tongue wrapped around the head of the cock and was using it to slide up and down, the moist appendage becoming soaked in his teachers hot pre. As his mouth began to drop even further, taking a few more inches in passed the head, he began to use his paws too. Grinding them gently upwards to his lips and then slowly back down as far as he could reach, meanwhile his dexterous tongue would play havoc on Ignitus' pleasured cock and make him moan and grunt with each slurp and lick.

Sensing that Ignitus may be nearing his end, Spyro began to bob his head along with his tongue still flickering about. He removed his small paws in the hope of making him last longer. He was now becoming playful with how he sucked, squeezing his lips around the sides of the red dragon's cock and sucking hard suddenly, causing him to hump up again and gasp in pleasure at the oral stimulation he now received from his student.

Ignitus no longer felt that he had control of his movements and could only offer a few occasional words like 'good boy' and 'keep going Spyro'. He was no longer able to stop himself from thrusting into the purple dragons maw. He placed his paw on the back of his head and began to thrust upwards into Spyro's muzzle, not going in any further than Spyro had already gone but making sure to pick up the pace to his current needs. He felt no resistance from his small dragon and from the purring Ignitus could tell he was enjoying himself; the purring had another effect too, it sent a deep resounding vibration through the fiery dragon's cock, making him almost squeal in sudden pleasure and bite his lip to stop himself from tipping there.

His paw slid from Spyro's head and he let Spyro take over how far he went. Still humping into his muzzle, Ignitus could feel his orgasm rise deep within his balls as they filled with seed, ready to fire. He could feel the smaller dragon bob lower and lower onto his cock, taking much more than he'd ever imagine he could. His throat bulged slightly as it began to push against it with each downward slurp and his cheeks began to drip with the mixture of saliva and pre that filled his cock hungry muzzle. The pre was constant now, hitting the back of his throat with a spurt each time he plunged downwards. He had long since given up trying to swallow it all, simply taking a few gulps every minute, the rest he let stream out of his lips and lube up the hot pink member the was in his maw.

His mind was screaming out for his cock to be touched but his stomach was desperate for his teacher to finish quickly so, ignoring his own needs, he grabbed his masters slick shaft and pumped it madly. His paws moved at the same pace as his maw but with each down stroke for his paws was an upward stroke for his muzzle. He heard Ignitus whimper above him and then begin panting madly, as though he was boiling up. Spyro knew what was coming.

Ignitus had no time to warn Spyro of his imminent burst but he did roar out loudly seconds before his first shot fired, serving as a last second reminder to the young dragon. Spyro heard the roar off in the distance, still focused on his task, but he knew what it meant and pulled himself back, his lips now suckling the tip of the hot engorged head of the cock. He felt the first blast hit him with much more force than he expected, the hot salty seed hitting the back of his throat and making him cough a little and pull off. The result was a belly full of the viscous seed and a face full of the next shot. It splattered his purple face scales and dripped down his neck to his back and chest, feeling hot and sticky against his body. He had his lips on the tip again in time for the third spurt and this time he was ready for the flood of seed that filled his mouth and made his cheeks bulge with the wave of cum. Some leaked out making white streaks down Ignitus' pink shaft but all the rest was hungrily sucked down by Spyro's eager throat. The final smaller spurt filled his mouth, allowing him to swish the cum around inside his mouth and swig it until he was happy to finally swallow the mouthful.

Spyro looked up at Ignitus expectantly, seeing the large dragon smiling at his blissfully. He chuckled and patted Spyro softly, barely having enough energy to do that. He continued to rub the cum onto Spyro's beaming face until it had all been spread over him and his face was now soaked a milky white. He giggled and licked Ignitus' paw clean.

After resting for a short while the orange red dragon looked at Spyro with a sly smile. "Spyro, thank you for that. You are definitely a natural, "He gave Spyro a small wink, making the smaller dragon blush under his cum covered cheeks, "Perhaps the other Guardians would like a play too sometime." He let this hang in the air for a moment as they both thought about it, but Ignitus waved the subject off for the moment with a flick of his paw. "Anyway Spyro, I'm now very tired and I need to release a little more. I was wondering if you would like to help me with this too."

After receiving the enthusiastic nod from Spyro, he pointed his cock at the small dragon's muzzle again, purring as the sensitive cock re-entered the hot maw.

"Right Spyro, all I need you to do is swallow, and don't worry I'll make sure you finish off too afterwards." He smiled at his student and began to push down on his bladder, feeling the pressure that had built up to ebb outwards. He felt it shoot through his body and down the length oh his gargantuan penis. Until it shot out into the muzzle of a very shocked and suckling dragon. Spyro gasped for air the instant the tangy musky piss hit his tongue, the gag reflex making him swallow half his mouthful and cough out the rest.

His mouth now detached from the spraying cock, he began to get soaked from head to toe in musky hot urine. The stench of it clung to him and he could feel it cover his entire body. Hoping to please his teacher after the golden shower, he pressed his lips to the cock head, not tightly, just enough so that the piss could enter his mouth and loose enough that whatever he couldn't swallow would drip out instead of bulging his cheeks.

The bed he was sat one was becoming soaked in the hot spray of Ignitus' liquid waste, he could feel each hot gulp fill his belly more and more; he could feel it sloshing about inside of him as he moved on the spot. He was beginning to love the taste of the urine, much like Ignitus' cock and seed. The salty piss seemed never ending and despite how dirty his mind felt, he couldn't stop himself if he had tried, he was too caught up in the spur of the moment and the lust that he had. He could feel splashes of piss hit his cock occasionally and was trying to hold himself back from finishing too soon.

All too soon for Spyro, Ignitus' bladder began to ebb, and his stream weakened, at the last moment Spyro pulled off again and placed the cock's tip against his face, the heady stream soaking his face scales to ensure he smelt like Ignitus' piss-slut for days. Finally the stream died down and Spyro's tongue had licked the slit clean of any remaining drops. Looking up at his teacher once again, he saw yet another smile.

He placed his paw upon Spyro's head and rubbed it affectionately, the cum having washed off in the stream and was now in the puddle that remained under the small dragon in a large wet patch on the bed.

"Good boy Spyro, now I'll give you one last offer, you enjoyed that didn't you?" He chuckled as Spyro nodded madly, his tail wagging quickly and his cock bouncing underneath him, "Well the sheets are already ruined, so how about we get them a little dirtier?" He gave such a slick and sly smile when he said this to Spyro that he knew it was going to be something kinkier than he had ever tried. He stood and thought about it before nodding yet again to Ignitus. "Good boy, and then I promise you cum."

He picked up Spyro and lay him down on his back, his head propped up on the headboard and body sprawled out. As he watched up at Ignitus, he saw him flash Spyro another sly smile that reassured the young dragon. Spyro watched as the large dragon turned himself around and backed over the top of him, the heavy swaying balls just above him out of his reach. They didn't stay out of his reach for very long though, Ignitus lay down on top of Spyro but instead of his massive balls landing on Spyro's muzzle, he ended up a little more under the tail.

From the strong stench that filled his nose he could tell exactly where he was. The distinctive and overwhelming smell of dragon dung was rich in his nose and he now knew exactly what Ignitus wanted. His mind began to panic at the thought of it, he wondered if he could bring himself to do it, after all it he was sure it would take a long time to get the technique right for doing it. He heard Ignitus call sweet reassuring words to him making his pounding heart calm and his blood slow.

He took a few deep breaths and allowed himself a minute to relax and get used to the smell. Ignitus, knowing what it must be like to be on the receiving end, was happy to wait until Spyro gave the go ahead signal. After a few moments, he felt a wet thin tongue run the length of his backside, from bottom to top, even sliding over his tailhole. Ignitus purred softly and lifted his tail, revealing a stronger smell directly into Spyro's muzzle. The puff of gas came from Ignitus' red greasy pucker, the tight ring of flesh opening slightly to deliver the hot blast into Spyro's nose and open mouth. He coughed but sniffed it in, knowing that it would please Ignitus and get him used to the smell.

Ignitus gave a deep murr as he heard the young dragon sniff in his dirty gas. He was learning how to pleasure his teacher, a skill that Ignitus now found invaluable and one that he intended to revisit often. Smiling to himself as he did so, he passed another hot blast into his student's face feeling a primal rush inside him that he had not experienced for decades.

Spyro gave yet another deep sniff inwards, feeling his cock pulse with each sniff. He couldn't believe himself at that moment, he was becoming more and more turned on by the dragon passing wind into his nose. He decided that after what had already happened that it was just as likely to all be a dream, so forgetting everything his mind argued, he leaned in and pushed his lips to Ignitus' hot tight sphincter. He parted his lips and slid his tongue against the outside of the tasty ring, making sure to drench every scale with is saliva, focusing most of his efforts on the centre hole.

His mouth locked securely to the greasy pucker and he slid his tongue into the dirty red tailhole. His tongue was immediately attacked with a blast of dirty bitter flavours that clung to him and made him want to clean his mouth out, but he pushed on with the knowledge that he was helping. As he was laying there, open mouthed, Ignitus decided to have a little fun. He pushed down again on his bowels and blasted a hot, but this time wet, blast of gas. The blast hit the inside of Spyro's mouth and the splatter of dirty liquid clung inside his mouth and stuck to his teeth. He could barely keep himself from throwing up at the sensation the liquid left on his tongue, it's bitter taste and slimy texture making him gag a little, left with no options he had to swallow the sickly liquid.

Ignitus chuckled to himself and decided that it was now time for the main course. Lowering his body so it was flat against Spyro's and lifting his tail high, he began to strain his bowels. He felt instant movement, he didn't have much but it had been years since he had tried it and he wasn't about to wait any longer. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in Spyro's position so he kept the log travelling slowly, to allow his student time to do what he wished with it.

Spyro was busy rimming and flicking his tongue about inside the depths of Ignitus' bowels when he felt the sudden change inside, he felt pressure build up around his tongue, at first he thought there was going to be another passing of gas but before he could react he felt his tongue forced under something that was on its way out. He tried to pull his tongue out but it was shoved hard against the bottom of Ignitus' tailhole wall, pinning it there and trapping Spyro from moving.

He tried to move but knew it was futile as the slicked tailhole opened up before him and was replaced by a thickening brown wall. As it began to seep out of his tailhole, it squished against his nose and began to mould over his face; he couldn't move or get out of the way as the dung log splattered his face and fell off onto his chest, steaming and fogging up the air with its hot and putrid smell. He whimpered a little as he pulled his tongue from Ignitus' tailhole, realising that the dung had now scraped off onto it, and the bitter earthy tasting faeces mixed with his saliva, making the insides of his mouth brown and dirty.

He couldn't rid himself of the taste and to his disgust he didn't dislike it either, he came to the conclusion that he could learn to like it. His now browned face was facing the tailhole again, this time though it was dirty and had smears of hot dung on it. He pressed his lips to the hole once again and begun to lap it all clean, chewing the clumps of hard dung. As he did, Ignitus began to push backwards, pushing Spyro's head against the headboard and pinning his mouth open.

Spyro realised what Ignitus had done. He was now forcing him to try eating the dung log. He heard a deep rumble in the bowels of the red dragon, and felt the pressure build up again inside, like it had done with the first log. Again, this seemed different, there was less pressure, and his bowels still groaned as if they were uneasy. He felt a sudden surge of hot runny dung hit his tongue and before he could react it had sprayed into his mouth. This tasted much like the first taste had but it was such a putrid and rotten tasting liquid that he was unable to swallow a full mouthful. Feeling that he was in way over his head, he pushed some of the dung out of his mouth, watching it dribble down Ignitus' tailhole and backside, dripping off onto his chest with the earlier log.

With half a mouthful left he shut his eyes and swallowed, feeling the slimy liquid shit slip down the back of his throat and into his belly mixing with the various other fluids that he had swallowed. He felt Ignitus' pressure ease and Spyro sighed, knowing that Ignitus was sated and that he had none left. He had passed. The large red dragon turned around to look down at the now stinking and currently brown dragon that lay on the bed. His paw dropped to Spyro's chest and he began to rub the hard log in, making Spyro's golden chest scales a light brown; he even scooped up a piece and put it into Spyro's muzzle, watching as the smaller dragon chewed on the small lump before swallowing it and opening his maw wide to show his teacher.

"Very good Spyro, you really have done a massive favour for me today. I promise that we can do that again whenever you would like to and I'm sure that if you wanted to, the other Guardians would be happy to do so too. Now, sticking to my side of the promise, here is your reward."

With a smile on his face the larger dragon dropped his head to Spyro's hard and still dribbling cock. He skilfully wrapped his tongue around the base and closed his lips around the entire length. Spyro moaned in instantaneous pleasure and his claws began to grind the headboard as he was sucked. Ignitus dragged his tongue up and down, keeping a tight vacuum around Spyro's meaty shaft and keeping his tongue tight making sure he didn't hold off Spyro any longer on his much deserved orgasm.

Spyro was seconds from finishing with the level of horniness that he was at and the skilful and pleasurable mouth that Ignitus used on him. He cried out in lust as Ignitus slid his finger into the purple dragon's tight pucker, making sure to rub his prostate vigorously as he did.

Unable to last any longer Spyro bucked upwards into Ignitus' awaiting mouth, his tongue still pumping and his mouth still sucking, making sure to get every last spurt of cum he could from the little dragon. His cock spurted for what seemed an eternity and his balls felt so empty when he was finished.

Exhausted and completely full, Spyro collapsed on the bed, still sat in the wet patch they had made earlier. Ignitus lied down on top of him and nuzzles into his cheek affectionately.

"How did you get so good at that Ignitus?" Spyro asked between pants.

"Speak for yourself little one," Ignitus chuckled, giving Spyro yet another playful nuzzle, "When I said we hadn't had chance to go out and meet anybody I only meant that we didn't meet anyone new. Sometimes me and that other Guardians would decide that we would have to help each other, as we have done for many seasons now."

"Wow," Spyro was struck by the image of an orgy with all four Guardian dragons; he felt his cock stir again, "Do you think I could maybe join in next time?"

Ignitus chuckled and wrapped his large wing over Spyro's small body, "Of course young one, you are always welcome to join."

Without another word, the two close dragons fell into a deep and blissful sleep. There adventure and fun did not stop there. They were much too curious for that, but of course, that is a story for another time.