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The job of a hero never truly ends. Spyro has learned that a long time ago, when he was still a whelp hatchling, going around facing danger after danger as he protected the realms from all kinds of dangers. From evil tiny dinosaur wizards, to egg-stealing sorceresses, and even renegade dragon elders who were trying to take over the world.

The world seems like it will always need to be save again, no matter how many times you save it.

However, lately, it seemed that the dangers were reducing for good.

Red found redemption and joined back to the elders after his travel of attunement alongside Spyro. The Sorceress had been turned back into a hatchling and was being raised by Bianca and Hunter, who were being sure to raise their "daughter" right, so she won't grow up to be a power-hungry evil bitch who would resort to stealing eggs to gain more power. Ripto seemed to have gave up doing evil after his henchmen all quit and abandoned him, and now he spent his days tucked inside of his castle as a shut-in, asking himself how he ended up so alone. And, of course the dreaded and evil Sorcerer was still trapped inside that crystal on the convexity dimension, where he would remain, at the very least, for the next one-hundred thousand years.

It seemed that there were less and less threats to the realms, and that they were actually very close to living in perfect peace and harmony.

However, there was still one danger that still threatened the realms:

Gnasty Gnorc, the current king of gnorcs.

And he was, once more, on the attack.

Maybe it was the fact that the other villains all stopped being threats, or maybe he just felt like it. Or, maybe, it was the fact that Lindar had, once more, decided it was a good idea to talk smack about Gnasty on television. What was clear was that Gnasty decided to, once more, attack the dragons.

Once more, he turned all of the other dragons, save for Spyro and the younger ones, into crystals statues. It was pretty much like last time, actually, save that, this time, Spyro could not turn them back to normal.

Back then, Spyro only needed to touch one of them with a scaly paw and it would be enough to change them back into dragons. However, it seemed that this time something was different. The spell that turned them into crystal seemed to be much more powerful this time. Spyro would not be able to count with the help of the rescued dragons this time.

As if that was not enough, it seemed that this time Gnasty had decided to launch a full-on takeover attempt, mobilizing every single gnorc at his disposal to attack the realms and hunt down for Spyro and his allies.

Yes, because Spyro still had allies. Hunter supported him with his arrows and surviving skills, not to mention his sick skateboarding talents. Bianca used her magic to create all kinds of charms to help Spyro throughout his quest across the realms, like spells to turn him invisible so he could sneak past some gnorcs, or one to make his scales impenetrable to protect him from their weapons. Sheila was one hell of a gnorc butt-kicker, and Agent 9 had more than a few gadgets to help him along the way.

That was one of those moments when Spyro felt glad that he had so many great friends, willing to follow him anywhere. Friends who would always have his back on the moment he needed them the most.

And, among all of those friends, there was one Spyro could count with the most during the course of this newest adventure to stop Gnasty. One friend who was by his side the entire time, who looked out for him in every step, and who protected him through every danger he encountered on his way to get to Gnasty and turn all of his fellow dragons back into their original forms.

However, this friend, unlike you might have thought, is not a golden, glowing dragonfly floating by his side. No, Sparx was too old for this kind of thing.

Dragonflies aged differently from dragons and, while Spyro was an adult, Sparx was close to his elderly years now. He even tried to keep up with his energetic old dragon friend, but he soon realized that this was too much for him. He could only float away to safety while wishing Spyro the best of luck on his adventure to stop Gnasty again.

Spyro lived many adventures with Sparx floating right by his side. It felt strange, not having him buzzing right by the side of his head as he went onto his adventure. Spyro could nearly say that he felt vulnerable now that Sparx would not be by his side, using his unique brand of magic to protect Spyro from danger. However, Spyro understood, as he knew Sparx was not young like he used to be, and Spyro would rather go on this adventure without him than risking his best buddy in the world lose his life by following him.

It seemed that Spyro was going to go through this adventure on his own, in terms of a constant companion to his adventure.

However, that was when he found Froggy.

Giant frogs were not that rare in a world inhabited by dragons, fauns and talking cheetahs and bunnies. However, it was Spyro's first time seeing a frog who would attack a gnorc. The green bruter was about to bring an axe down into the head of a dragon, when the frog jumped over, snatched the said axe out of his hands with its tongue, and then swung this axe around while croaking loudly enough to cause the gnorc to yelp and run away screaming like a little girl.

Now that was a sight to behold.

And the frog then turned its attention to Spyro, and saw the small cut Spyro had on his arm from the gnorc's attack. It hopped away, and then came back nearly two minutes later, with some herbs, leaves and vines.

Spyro never imagined that he would be receiving first aid from a frog. The amphibian crushed the herbs by chewing on them (Spyro still had no idea how, as Froggy didn't had any visible teeth) and then used its tongue to smear the mixture on Spyro's wound, and then improvised a patch with the leaves and vines to cover the wounds, leaving Spyro baffled at this.

This was how Spyro gained a brand new friend and a companion to follow him on this adventure in the absence of Sparx.

For the rest of his adventure, the big, dark-green skinned, golden-eyed frog followed Spyro throughout his travels on the realms to stop the gnorc takeover and return the dragons to normal. During the travel, Froggy proved to be of essential value to Spyro's adventure.

Be it stopping him and preventing him from falling into a trap or jumping into action to distract an enemy long enough for Spyro to be able to defeat them. At some points he would warn Spyro of hidden passages and hidden treasures along their travel, and he would protect Spyro from attacks by using his long and strong tongue to deflect arrows and other projectiles, and he would even use it as a whip to attack some minor enemies. Froggy proved to Spyro, again and again, that he was a friend he could rely on, as well as brave and strong.

Not to mention how much Froggy was a good company to the purple dragon. Spyro already had enough proof that Froggy could understand every word of what he said, by the reactions of the frog, and Froggy demonstrated that he could pitch in on the conversation. The amphibian could not speak, and only let out ribbits as an answer, but his reactions and facial expressions made it easy to know what the frog meant, not to mention the occasions in which the frog would release his long tongue and use it to spell out words for Spyro.

Froggy certainly made for a very nice conversation. As much as Sparx did. And boy, how much they talked during the course of that adventure.

Well, Spyro did all the talking, but Froggy made for a great listener. He heard very intently to all that Spyro told him.

Spyro told him his previous adventures, and on how much he learned from every single one of them. He told Froggy about all of his friends and about all of the dragon elders, and how they were all like Spyro's dads (all of them), and how much motivated he was to rescue them. He even told Froggy about the time when he came out of the closet, after spending a lot of time worried on how his fans would receive the great hero of the realms being gay, and how pleased and relieved he was that no one thought less of him after he came out, and how he received nothing but support from everyone, especially those closest to him.

Boy, talking to that frog made Spyro feel like he was talking to someone whom he had known his entire life. Even though Froggy was unable to answer his questions properly. Spyro really wished he could understand his ribbiting just as he could understand Sparx's buzzing. Perhaps he would learn how to interpret Froggy's ribbits with time. Then he would be able to understand what Froggy was trying to say when he answered his questions. Maybe he would even know his real name.

So, they continued their adventure. With each new stage, they made new discoveries on Gnasty's plans and motives.

As it turns out, Gnasty had been planning this for a long time. A really long time. He invested a lot of time in strengthening his troops, both in numbers and in magic, as he got ready to strike and take over everything and reign supreme not only over the gnorcs, but over all of the realms and all creatures who lived in it.

As if Ripto was not bad enough.

Recently, Gnasty got his hands on something that he apparently had been searching for many years. It was a scepter. It was a powerful gnorc artifact that Gnasty apparently "deserved since birth", and that he finally managed to recover. The scepter had a powerful magic, not to mention the power to increase the magic power that Gnasty already had as a sorcerer. This explained why the spell that turned the dragons into crystal statues was much more powerful now.

By the way, Spyro also found out the reason why Gnasty had turned the dragons into statues. It was not because Lindar had talked smack about him again. It was because the dragons, as the most powerful creatures and the natural defenders of the realms, were the greatest threat to Gnasty's domination plan, so, he needed to get them all out of his way by turning them into crystal.

Spyro would have been turned to crystal as well, if it was not for his naturally strong magic resistance, the same one that made him the best possible warrior to fight off magic users. That was why he was know as "the Mage Slayer", after all.

"Still, I'm not sure if your magic resistance will be enough on close range." The Professor said as he and Spyro met during their travel. "Gnasty's powers have been increased several times thanks to that scepter. If Gnasty casts the petrification spell close enough, it might be able to bypass your magic resistance and turn you into crystal as well. If that happens..."

The scientist didn't finished his thought, but Spyro got the picture.

Spyro was the only adult dragon left after Gnasty's spell spread over. The only one left who could oppose the evil warlord. If he got turned into crystal as well, there would be no one left to challenge the gnorc leader.

And the whole of the realms were screwed.

With this in mind, Spyro continued his travel across the lands that Gnasty has taken over, fighting all the gnorcs who came his way with the help of all of his allies, passing through each obstacle on his way with the help of Froggy, who proved to be a loyal and valuable ally. Spyro was sure he would never have made it all the way to Gnasty's fortress if it wasn't for the green companion always hopping by his side.

"This place is more ominous than I remember..." Spyro said, looking around the place. However, he was not about to let the fact that the place looked scarier than when he was a hatchling to stop him. "Well, time to go."

"Ribbitty!" Froggy said, and he was already hoping forward, with a determined look on his frog eyes. However, he was stop by Spyro.

"Sorry, little buddy." Spyro said to the frog, who looked back at him with those yellow eyes. "This is far too dangerous. You will have to stay behind."

"Ribbity?"

"Gnasty is not like the other gnorcs." Spyro explained to the frog, as if he was explaining it to a child. "He is the most dangerous, meanest and ugliest of them all. And now he also has that magic scepter making him even more powerful. This is way too dangerous for you."

Froggy looked back at Spyro, and he ribbited something that, to Spyro, sounded like a form of protest.

"You are staying behind and that's it." Spyro said to him, and Froggy answered by unleashing his tongue and forming two words with it:

WANNA HELP

Spyro sighed.

"I know you do, buddy." Spyro said to him. "And I appreciate it, really. But this is way too dangerous for you. Froggy, you are my friend, and I really like you. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. That is why I want you to sit out on this one."

"Seriously, the best way you can help me right now is staying behind and out of danger." Spyro said to him, placing a hand on the frog's head gently. "Can you do that for me? Please?"

Froggy looked up at the purple dragon, before looking down and ribbiting something that Spyro could interpret as an "okay".

"Thanks, dude." Spyro said, petting the frog's head. That was when Froggy gave him another message for him. His tongue came out of his mouth and formed the word:

CAREFUL

And then, shifted to form the word:

PLEASE

Spyro understood that, and he gave his frog friend.

"Hey, don't worry." Spyro said to him. "I'm Spyro! The great Mage Slayer! I saved the realms dozens of times already. So what if Gnasty got some new fancy magic scepter? I beat him plenty of times in the past, and I'll again. Don't worry, I got this."

With this said, Spyro pat the frog's head once more, got up and marched in direction to the gates, while Froggy looked on his direction with clear worry on its round yellow eyes, ready to slam them open and give Gnasty a beating that the green brute would never forget.

He got this.

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He didn't got this!

No. Nope. Nuh-uh.

Spyro wasn't ready for something like that. He definitely wasn't. He should have thought it better.

However, like a poor fool, he charged into action, just like when he was only a child running around on all fours, and now he was paying the price for this.

Gnasty was truly more powerful than ever. Spyro noticed it in less than a minute within their fight.

It has been nearly ten minutes and what was supposed to have been a fight was nothing more than a one-sided beating.

Spyro never imagined that Gnasty could harness this kind of power. Materializing fireballs and giant energy hands to attack Spyro with? Summoning creatures of rock and ice to fight him? Turning the ground beneath Spyro's feet into quicksand and then solidifying it around his ankles to have him trapped?

And on top of it all, casting a crystallizing spell on the purple dragon's wings to keep him from taking up to the skies so he could at least have this one advantage?

"Oh, I was trying to turn your entire body into crystal." Gnasty said when he saw that only Spyro's wings had turned to crystal. "Oh, well..."

And also, his magic also served for his defense, because Gnasty could not materialize energy shields around himself to block all of Spyro's elemental attacks.

All of that combined made the battle tilt heavily to the side of the green brute.

It was hardly even a fight. Just a "whack the purple dragon" party.

Spyro was brought to his hands and knees. His arms were shaking as he tried to support himself. He was cover in bruises, and some patches of his scales were blacked and covered in soot from Gnasty's fire attacks. Spyro had to fight with extreme care to be sure his crystal wings would not break, otherwise he would lose them forever. He did, however, have the tip of his left horn broken by the last swing of Gnasty's mace.

The purple hero has certainly seen better days.

And Gnasty was sure to rub in it as much as possible. The green brute was boasting his victory over Spyro in a way that would put Ripto to shame. After all, not only this meant his victory, but it also was a payback over the stupid brat who made a fool out of him years ago.

"Guess you are not as strong as when you were just a runt, huh, Spyro?" Gnasty said, poking Spyro on the head with his scepter, golden with a single glowing, perfectly round emerald on top. "Guess you should not have skipped gym, should you?"

Spyro said nothing in return. Instead, he preferred to act, taking advantage of the mistake Gnasty just made.

Spyro's left hand grabbed the scepter, while his right one hit Gnasty square on the jaw before the evil warlord sorcerer could know what was happening.

Spyro might have been skipping gym lately, but he still could pack quite a punch. Magnus had taught him that. Gnasty was sent flying back and landed heavily on the ground, letting go of the scepter in the process.

Spyro was panting. He looked at Gnasty, and then looked at the scepter he now had on his hands.

Yes! He did it! This was the scepter that turned all of the other adult dragons into crystal! With this, could change them back, just like the Professor told him!

As Spyro thought of this, Gnasty groaned, as he got up from the ground. In the process, his spat two of his teeth, knocked out of his guns by Spyro's punch.

"You little runt..." Gnasty growled, turning to look at the purple dragon.

"Hah! You're done for now, Gnasty!" Spyro said, pointing the scepter at him. "Let's see how you like being turned to crystal!"

Spyro held the scepter in direction to the green brute and... nothing.

"Being turned to crystal!" Spyro tried again, once more with no result. "I said turned to crystal!" Spyro repeated, this time shaking the scepter slightly to see if something happened. But, again, nothing did. Gnasty could only look at the purple dragon.

"What, did this thing ran out of battery or something?" Spyro asked, looking at the scepter on his hands. That was when Gnasty finally said something:

"Oh, I see. You thought you could just take my scepter and use it as you liked? What a silly dragon."

The gnorc was on his feet, looking at Spyro and walking on his direction.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, dragon." He said, "But this scepter will never answer to you. It is not call 'Royal Authority' for nothing. This scepter is loyal to the gnorc royalty, and it only answers to the commands of their rightful king. In other words, ME."

With that said, Gnasty rose his hand. The scepter vibrated on Spyro's hands, before flying off them and straight into Gnasty's open hand.

"It is MY birthright." Gnasty announced proudly, as the green orb on the tip of the scepter glowed. "Not yours', you bag of scales."

Spyro could do nothing next, because a green glow formed around his body. Spyro found himself forced to move by the energy that enveloped his body. His arms were forced to the sides and pinned against his body, while his legs and tails were force together. Spyro was lift from the ground and floated in direction to Gnasty, until he was only two feet away from him.

Gnasty was grinning at Spyro, showing off the empty space of the two teeth Spyro knocked out with that punch. Spyro would have tried to breathe fire on him, but even his muzzle was clamped shut by the energy holding him in place, so he could do nothing, save for struggling weakly and groan as he did.

"You know, I was going to turn you into a crystal statue like the rest of your kind and put you in front of my castle as a trophy." Gnasty said to Spyro, coming so close to his face that Spyro could smell his disgusting breath. "But, I just had a much better idea."

"You caused me a lot of problems, Spyro." Gnorc said to him "To me and all of my gnorc followers. So, since you caused the gnorcs a lot of problems, nothing fairer than you repaying through... public services."

Spyro's heard was beating madly inside his chest. His body was trembling as sweat ran down his scales.

"Yes, you will be performing an important public service for all of the gnorcs." Gnasty said, stepping back. The emerald of the scepter was glowing brighter. "Now, I would tell you the details of this, but I prefer to just let you know by yourself. After all..." He pointed the glowing scepter right of Spyro's face, his grin as wide and frightening as that of a shark. "You will be fully conscious and aware the entire time."

That was it? That was how it ended? No, it couldn't be! He was the hero! He was supposed to win!

With a whimper of fear, Spyro closed his eyes, praying that this was all a bad dream while he waited for whatever it was Gnasty was about to do to him...

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The shrieking scream nearly made Spyro pee himself, and it was follow by Gnasty's surprised cry. Spyro felt himself dropping to his knees, as the magic holding him in place suddenly released.

As he heard Gnasty's curses and cries, followed by loud, angry croaking, Spyro looked over to see...

"Froggy!?" Spyro said, as he recognized the familiar giant frog. Froggy was now on top of Gnasty, having apparently hop on his back, and was now struggling with Gnasty. He was glue to Gnasty's back, one front leg over the head of the gnorc, forcing the helmet he wore down so it covered his eyes. Gnasty flailed around, trying to reach out for whatever it was that was behind his back and knock it off, while he screamed every single curse he knew.

During this, Froggy released his tongue and wrapped it around the scepter, pulling it hard and making it collide with Gnasty's chin. Gnasty pulled it back, only for Froggy to once more pull it with his tongue right into the tyrant's jaw. Again and again.

It seemed that they were both fighting for the scepter, but were only succeeding in making a "why are you hitting yourself" routine.

"ENOUGH!" Gnasty roared as he dropped his mace and used his hand to grab Froggy's tongue, squeezing it so hard the poor amphibian let out a cry of pain. Then, with a sudden movement, Gnasty whipped the frog off his head, causing his own helmet to fell to the ground, before spinning him and tossing him away.

Froggy skidded into the ground like a tossed rock, before colliding violently with a pillar, and then falling loudly into the ground.

"Froggy!" Spyro cried out as he saw the frog on the ground. His long tongue stretched limply into the ground, slowly retreating back into his big mouth.

Meanwhile, Gnasty was also looking at the creature that had jumped into him. He was panting and the left side of his face was left bruised. Being attack like that by a mere frog? Oh, the king of gnorcs would not be taking that one laying down! He suddenly felt like eating frog legs for dinner...

Raising his scepter, Gnasty pointed it at the frog, ready to deliver a blast of fire that would made that slimy thing well-done in an instant. However, before he could, Spyro sprang into action.

Spyro could throw good punches when he had the chance. Gnasty felt it right on his jaw while he was focusing on the frog.

Spyro's face was a snarling, growling mask of fury as he unleashed hell on Gnasty. Three more punches on his face, two punches on his chest that were strong enough to crush his breastplate, and then another punch right on the face. Gnasty tried to react with the scepter, but Spyro countered by holding the scepter and preventing Gnasty from aiming properly, before pushing him back several steps.

Then, with the chance he got, Spyro focused. He felt a fire surging into him, coming from a point behind his stomach and up his throat and into his mouth. A strong orange glow was visible through his teeth as he continued to growl at Gnasty, who was recovering and looking at him.

Gnasty only had time to wide his eyes before Spyro unleashed the greatest fireball of his life on Gnasty.

The explosion was powerful, and Gnasty was screaming as he was send flying into the air like a rocked by the force of the blast before falling all the way back out of the platform. Spyro was panting as he saw Gnasty come down leaving a trail of smoke behind, and saw the lava splash as Gnasty landed into it.

For a few seconds, Spyro continued to look that way as he panted, before he turned his attention to something far more important.

"Froggy..." Spyro said, before starting to make his way towards the fallen amphibian. He was limping as one of his legs felt pained, as well as one of his arms, which Spyro was holding. However, he still made his way to the fallen giant frog so fast that he might as well be running at top speed. He only didn't flew to him because his wings were still envelop in crystal.

"Froggy." Spyro said, as he kneeled by the side of his green friend. "Froggy? Froggy!"

Spyro was growing increasingly concerned as the frog was not answering, and he felt like breathing a huge sigh of relief as he saw Froggy open his yellow eyes, focusing them on Spyro as he let out a weak croak to the dragon.

"Oh, Froggy..." Spyro said to him. "I told you to wait outside."

Froggy looked at Spyro, and croaked at him. He opened his mouth and let his tongue out. The tongue at first was limp, but then it moved, albeit with difficulty, to form words.

HELP

SPYRO

FRIEND

"Oh, Froggy..." Spyro said to him, gently placing a scaly, clawed hand on the top of the frog's head and gently stroking it. He barely even minded the slimy, cold feel of the amphibian's mucus-covered skin. The frog let out another weak croak, as he looked up at the dragon.

"Froggy, I think you're my friend too. Which was why I didn't wanted you to come inside." Spyro said to him, "I didn't wanted you to get hurt like that."

Froggy looked at him, smiling with his frog lips as he croaked at Spyro again. It was obvious that Froggy was in pain, but he was still smiling at the dragon. A smile that seemed to say "I'm fine" at the same time it said, "I saved your life and you know it". A kind smile that was from one friend to the other.

"Oh, Froggy..." Spyro said to him, placing his other hand, the one of his pained arm, into the frog's face, holding it gently as he cupped the smaller creature's chin.

"You saved me more times than I could count since I first met you two weeks ago." Spyro said to him. "You have been there for me every step of this adventure, you have protected me and looked after me, and helped me all along the way. I would have never made it this far if it wasn't for you... Thank you."

Froggy croaked, and Spyro leaned over. He then planted a kiss on the frog's forehead. A single, gentle kiss for his little frog friend. Like the times the fairies had kissed him when he was younger and had rescued them from the clutches of the gnorcs.

And, like the kisses of the fairies, his kiss had an effect on Froggy.

Just two seconds after the kiss, the area that Spyro kissed changed colors, from green to purple and yellow. Then, sparks of blue and yellow started to appear all around the body of the giant frog.

"Huh?" Was all Spyro had time to say, before there was a sudden flash and a puff of purple and yellow smoke. Spyro was taken aback by this, as his expression morphed into one of surprise. However, more surprised Spyro felt when the smoke cleared, revealing that Froggy was now nowhere to be seen.

On his place, now stood a kneeling gnorc.

Spyro cried out in shock, scrambling backwards as he looked at the gnorc, who seemed as surprised as Spyro himself.

"I..." The gnorc said, before slapping a green hand over his mouth, like a child who accidentally said a curse.

"I... I'm back... I can talk!" The gnorc said, getting to his feet as he looked at himself as if in amazement.

The gnorc was as big as Gnasty. He was muscular and fit just like Gnasty was, with thick and strong arms. The gnorc was mostly naked, with the only article of clothing he was currently wearing was a pair of blue and white briefs. He also had hair on his head. Golden-blonde hair that fell down to his shoulder on the back of his head, with a cowlick on the front.

Spyro could only look in shock at this, as the gnorc looked at his own hands, as if he was seeing them for the first time on his life, before he turned his attention to the purple dragon.

"Spyro..." He said, giving a step on his direction. Spyro immediately scrambled back.

"No, Spyro, wait!" The gnorc said, "Spyro! Please, don't be scared!"

"W-what..." Spyro managed to croak out. "W-who... H-how do you know my name?"

Spyro would later feel dumb for asking that question, as he would remember that everyone on the realms knew how he was. However, as his mind still tried to take a grip on what was happening, it was a valid question.

"Spyro, it's me!" The gnorc said as he approached the dragon. Talking as if he was a person who Spyro had knew for a long time. However, Spyro was pretty sure he never saw his guy before. I mean, he did had the same face as most gnorcs had, with the sharp features and the tusks protruding from his lower jaw, although the ones of this gnorc seemed just a tad bit more delicate.

Then, Spyro saw his eyes.

Those familiar yellow eyes.

No.

There was no way.

It couldn't be.

Could it?

"F-F-Froggy?" Spyro said, looking at the gnorc, who then smiled back at him. A kind smile that was familiar to the dragon. The smile of his frog friend.

H-huh? Wait. What? HUH? Spyro thought, as his mind tried to grip what had just happened. F-Froggy is a... a gnorc!? But... but how!? He was a frog until I kissed him! Wait, do frogs turn into gnorcs when a dragon kiss them!? Wait, is that where gnorcs come from!?... Is that why they are green?

Spyro's poor attempts of trying to make sense out of this absurd situation he found himself into were interrupt by a familiar angry voice.

"You stupid bag of scales!" Gnasty said, right after he was done climbing back into the platform from the lava bellow.

His body was charred from both Spyro's blast and the boiling lava. His breastplate was ruined and it fell out of his body. His helmet was gone, revealing his bald scalp, with a single strand of hair lighted with fire on top, making Gnasty look like a big, ugly green candle. His face was pure range as he started to walk forward, the scepter still held tightly on his hand and completely undamaged.

"I'll get you for this!" Gnasty said to the dragon. "I'll turn you into a fucking toilet and I'll have every single gnorc of the realm take a dump on your mouth! Then I will break you and reassemble your pieces on a scratcher I'll use to scratch my butt! But first, I'll be giving you the greatest beating you ever received on your life! And I'll make you watch as I cook and eat that fro-fro-fro..."

The threats Gnasty were making seemed to die on his throat, as the rage on his face melted away into surprise and, then, into fear.

"N-No... I-It can't be!!!" Gnasty said, his green face losing color as blood drained out of it. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Meanwhile, the gnorc who, until a minute ago, was Froggy, glared at him with a cold range on his yellow eyes.

"G-G-GNOLAN!?!?" Gnasty cried out in surprise. The gnorc only continued to look at him with spite.

"Hi, Uncle Gnasty." He said.

Spyro blinked.

"Uncle Gnasty?" The purple dragon said, still in shock. However, now neither of the gnorcs was paying too much attention on him.

"Y-you can't..." Gnasty said, quacking like a leaf as the other, younger gnorc, walked towards him with firm steps. He looked pretty serious and intimidating. That is, as far as someone can look when they have a cowlick hair and are wearing only a pair of tighty whities...

To Gnasty, however, he seemed so intimidating he might as well be the Devil himself.

"Stay back!" Gnasty said, raising the scepter and pointing at the other gnorc. The younger gnorc stopped on his tracks for a moment. The scepter glowed and... nothing.

Gnasty blinked in surprise.

"What?" Gnasty said, looking at the scepter in disbelief. He then looked at the younger gnorc, who looked back at him with ferocity.

"No... NO!" Gnasty said, turning his attention back at the scepter and shaking it. "You can't do this to me! You can't! I am the king! I AM THE FUCKING KING!"

Spyro could only watch, still confused over what was happening, when all of sudden, the gates opened and a literal crowd of gnorcs made their way inside.

"My king!" The gnorc on the lead said, as the entire crowd of green brutes made their way inside. "My king! What is happening!? We heard you screaming!"

Gnasty turned to the gnorcs, and then he pointed at the gnorc with blonde hair.

"You all! Get him! Get him and the dragon! They are working together! Get the two of them now!"

For a moment, it seemed the gnorcs would obey the orders of Gnasty. However, they all froze the second they all laid eyes on the golden-haired gnorc.

"Wait..."

"I-is that?"

"Could it be?"

"Prince Gnolan?" The one on the lead of green brutes said, looking at the gnorc. "Is that you?"

Prince? Spyro thought.

"But, it can't be him, can it?" another of the gnorcs said, "The dragons killed him on the same night they killed King Gnorbert."

The gnorc looked at all of the other green men. His brethren. His people. Then he spoke:

"Listen to me! You all need to listen! You have all been lie to! My uncle has spent the last thirty years feeding all of you lies!"

"Don't listen to him!" Gnasty said, "Just get him now!"

"The dragons never attacked us!" Gnolan continued, "They never invaded the castle and they didn't killed my father and I! The fact I'm standing here alive should be more than enough proof of it! My father wasn't killed by the hands of a dragon!"

"What? Then how did he died?" One of the gnorcs asked, and Gnolan was only glad to answer.

"HE did it!" Gnolan said, pointing a finger at Gnasty. "My uncle was the one who murdered my father!"

"Lies!" Gnasty said, "Don't listen to him! He is in collusion with the dragons!"

"I was there!" Gnolan continued, completely ignoring Gnasty's words. "I witnessed Gnasty attacking my father with a tool modeled after a dragon's claws, and then using a fire spell to char his body to make it seem like a dragon did it! And then he used dark sorcery to place a curse on me!"

"Shut up!" Gnasty shouted at him, but Gnolan didn't wanted to hear.

"You murdered my father!" The missing gnorc prince said. "And you cursed me! All so you could have us out of your way so you could claim the throne! All so you could place yourself into a position where you could pretend to be the king! All so you could pretend that this position belonged to you!"

"IT ALWAYS BELONGED TO ME!!!" Gnasty shouted. This made all of the gnorcs, who had been baffle by the words of Gnolan, to jump back, even though Gnolan himself remained steady.

"I was the firstborn! I was the rightful heir! The throne had always been mine! Not my stupid brother's!" Gnasty continued, his face a mask of rage. "And certainly not yours', you brat! You are every bit as weak and stupid as my brother! You would have just continued to drag us down and make us look weak to the rest of the world! Just like your worthless father did!"

"My father had the future of our kind in mind, and you know it!" Gnolan shouted back. "He improved our relations with the other species and helped us grow as a tribe!"

"He made us weak!" Gnasty shouted back. "His 'let's all be friends' politics were only making us look weaker on the eyes of the others! They were losing respect for us! He was a stupid fool! But I wasn't! I made sure everyone knew how strong the gnorcs are! I made sure we remembered how strong we are! I made them respect us!"

"You made them see us as nothing more than ignorant and violent brutes!" Gnolan said to him. Then, he turned his attention to the gnorcs.

"Don't you all remember?" He asked, "Of the times when we were able to stand side-by-side with other species? When we were able to stand together as companions? When they looked at us with admiration and respect instead of fear and resentment? I do! And I'm sure the ones who were there during my father's reign also remember it!"

The gnorcs said nothing, and all of them continued to look at the blonde gnorc as he spoke.

"My father ruled with wisdom and kindness. He helped us discover this kindness in ourselves and share it with the world. He helped us see that we could be more than big brutes who got what they wanted by bullying those weaker than us." Gnolan said to all of them, every single word he spoke coming from his heart. "That was how my father ruled, and that was how I plan to rule. If you all will be willing to follow me."

"But, only if you want to." Gnolan said to all of them. "If you are not willing to follow me, if you are satisfied being seen as nothing more than violent and ignorant savages by the rest of the realms and happy to get your way by trampling over their freedom and rights, then you all may continue following my uncle."

Silence followed those words, as everyone looked at the blonde gnorc, many of them had started talking among themselves.

"What are you all waiting for!?" Gnasty said, catching their attention again. "Get him! The dragon too! Toss them both on the lava, now!"

The gnorcs looked from Gnasty to Gnolan. From the furious expression of the man they called king to the softer features of the prince they once thought was gone forever.

"NOW!" Gnasty demanded when the gnorcs were taking too long to obey. A few more seconds, and the one on the lead of the group turned to Gnasty.

"No!"

"What did you just said!?" Gnasty asked, outraged. And then gnorc spoke:

"I was a servant of King Gnobert for years! I was always loyal to the royal family, like my father before me! When Gnobert died and Gnolan went missing, you were the only member of the royal family left. That was the only reason why I followed you and obeyed all of your orders for the last thirty years! But I've had enough! I'm sick and tired of pretending that what you make us do is not wrong! And, to be fully honest, I'm sick and tired of you!"

Like a tidal wave caused by a single drop of water, all of the present gnorcs agreed with the first one.

"Long live Prince Gnolan!" Said one of the other gnorcs, to what the first one said:

"No! Long live King Gnolan!"

Every one of the gnorcs followed suit, and soon, all of the gnorcs were chanting "long live the king", while Gnasty could do nothing more than watch in shock, his entire body trembling with increasing rage.

"I am your king!" Gnasty shouted. "I am the fucking king! Not him!"

However, everyone disagreed with it. Including the scepter Gnasty currently had on his hand. The rod of the scepter became hot like lava, causing Gnasty to let go of it. The scepter clattered to the ground, and it shocked Gnasty when he tried to grasp it again.

"The Royal Authority has rejected you." Gnolan said, causing Gnasty to turn his head to look at him. "You are not cut out to be king, uncle. You never were."

"No..." Gnasty said, his body shaking with anger as he glared at Gnolan. He glared at him as if he was the one and only responsible for everything bad that happened on his life. Then, with a primal cry of rage, he lunged at Gnolan, his hands outstretched and ready to grab him and tear him apart.

Gnolan didn't moved, and he simply glared coldly at Gnasty as he made his way to him ready for a battle to death.

A battle that lasted exactly ten seconds.

It was hardly even a fight. Gnolan handed Gnasty his own butt on a silver plate, and ended it all slamming him into the ground, leaving Gnasty dizzy and groaning in pain.

"You could never beat me or my father." Gnolan said to the fallen orc. "Not without magic."

Gnasty was trying to get up, when Gnolan grabbed him by the neck, and forced him to look on his yellow eyes.

"You murdered my father." Gnolan said to him. "And you turned me into a frog for thirty years. I should kill you for that..."

Gnasty whimpered as those cold yellow eyes glared at him. All of his fire gone.

"But, if I did, then I would be no different from you." Gnolan said, and let go of Gnasty, letting him fall flat on his back on the ground. "You are now under arrest for murder and treason, and you will be judged properly. Take him out of here!"

Gnolan said that not to Gnasty, but to the other gnorcs. Two of them immediately came up and dragged Gnasty away. All the while, Gnasty was still trashing and screaming, saying that he was the rightful king and that no one could take it from him, as well as throwing all curses he knew at Gnolan.

Gnolan, on his end, only looked at them as they took his uncle away, before he turned his attention to the scepter fallen into the ground.

Casually, the gnorc walked to the scepter, and picked it up from the ground. It didn't shocked him like it did to Gnasty. Instead, it glowed as Gnolan touched it. The ball on the top of the scepter, before green like an emerald, changed coloration to be blue like lapis lazuli, and emitted a similar blue glow, which enveloped Gnolan, covering him into a dazzling blue aura before vanishing away.

As it vanished, Gnolan, who until now was wearing only a pair of whities, was now wearing a full royal attire. A fancy shirt and pants, a pair of fancy shoes, a long mantle hanging from his shoulders. All of it in shades of blue and white. And, on top of it all, he was wearing a crown on top of his head, fancy, silvery in coloration and decorated with blue gemstones.

He had the complete look of a king.

Everyone looked at him, most in utter amazement. Gnolan, however, only continued to look at the scepter, nearly as if admiration it. Then, he lifted t high in the air. The orb on the scepter glowed, and a wave of blue energy came out of it, spreading into the fortress and out of it.

As the wave passed by Spyro, his wings, crystalized by Gnasty's spell, cracked and then broke, revealing his wings beneath it. Spyro looked at them, flapping his wings in amazement.

All over the realms, the same thing happened to all of the dragons who had been turn into crystal. The wave of blue energy passed by them, and they were freed from the crystal, turned back into their natural forms.

Nestor let out a sigh of relief as he was finally able to move again. Gunnar let out a roar as he broke free from his crystal.

On a corner, a bunch of crystalized dragon statues had been pled one on top of the other by some gnorcs who didn't had much to do. The ones on top returned to normal, revealing Magnus, Bruno, Mudada (still clinging to his fairy doll) and Argus all back to normal. The final statue vanished under the four fat dragons, until this one also broke, revealing Bubba, who lifted all of them above his head with the strength of his arms.

On another corner, three dragon statues had been arrange in a rather... suggestive position. When they all broke and the dragons were freed, Cosmos saw himself in a rather embarrassing position between Galvin and Ragnar.

All around the realms, the dragons were free from their crystal prisons. And everyone knew what this meant: Spyro had done it again.

Speaking of Spyro, he could do nothing more than to stare as everything unfurled.

Gnolan lowered the scepter, looking at it for a few more seconds. He then looked at the gnorcs, who all kneeled before him.

"My king." Said the gnorc on the lead, and all of the others followed suit. Gnolan looked at them for a few moments, before telling them to get up. And then, he turned his attention to Spyro.

Spyro couldn't help but feel fear as he saw Gnolan walking on his direction, with all of those gnorcs coming right behind him.

When Gnolan was within arm's reach from him, and tried to touch the purple dragon, Spyro flinched and leaned back, as if ready to flee.

"It's okay." Gnolan said to him, kneeling and offering his hand. "Don't be afraid."

It felt strange hearing that from a gnorc. Up until they, they seemed like they all wanted Spyro to be scared. However, when this gnorc smiled at him, Spyro relaxed. That smile was familiar to him. And so were those yellow eyes.

He knew than well from the time they accompanied him during his adventure to stop Gnasty.

So, with his heart calmer, Spyro hesitantly stretched his own hand, and he laid it on the hand of the gnorc.

Never on his life, Spyro felt someone holding his hand quite so gently.

And never, on his entire life, had Spyro felt safer...

---

Everyone was happy. Not only the dragons were freed, but all of the gnorcs just up and left. Perhaps they were scared of the newly freed dragons and ran for their lives? Everyone was happy that they left with their figurative tails between their legs.

However, even though everyone was happy that the realms were saved, there was one little problem.

Where was their savior?

It has been nearly four hours. Why was Spyro not back yet? He was usually back around thirty minutes after saving the day, at most.

Had he stopped to take a breather or to make a snack?

Or... did something happened to him?

Everyone immediately got worried. What if Gnasty managed to hurt him before he could come back? What if he had been ambush by the gnorcs and was now their prisoner?

The more time passed, the more worried everyone got. To the point where they decided to look for him.

They all felt dread on their hearts when they got the information that Spyro was on the castle on the center of the gnorc territory.

The same place where all gnorcs went.

Immediately, all of his friends formed a party and they rushed into his rescue. Even Sparx, completely ignoring his own advanced age, was rushing to rescue his big purple buddy.

They were all ready to fight to death to rescue Spyro.

However, they were in for a surprise when they arrived.

None of the gnorcs was aggressive to them. Well, one of them was. It was one of the Commando Gnorcs, who brandished a gun on their direction, until another gnorc came and slapped him in the back of the head, telling him to "cut it out", and the gnorc then lowered his gun and apologized.

Since when did gnorcs knew how to apologize?

As they walked into the gnorc lands, they saw more and more gnorcs. All of them were taking down the banners and knocking down the statues of their leader Gnasty Gnorc. This led the group to wonder what the heck was going on.

By the time they arrived at the castle, there were gnorcs on the entrance standing guard. Once they barred their entry with their spears, the group thought that now they were going to fight those big green brutes. However, as soon as they said they were there to rescue their friend Spyro, the gnorcs whispered to each other. One of them went inside the castle while the other, very politely, told them to wait.

In less than two minutes, the other guard returned, saying that they would be led inside, and telling them to follow him. He even asked "please"!

The group, who came in there ready to fight a horde of violent brutes, was utterly surprised.

The guard led them into the castle, where they once more saw many gnorcs taking down and burning the banners and paintings of Gnasty. The banners, green and yellow, after burnt, where replace by new banners, which had blue and white colors on them.

Eventually, the guard let the group to their friend, and they were surprised for seeing him.

Spyro looked like he just received medical care. His torso and his left arm were in bandages. His left leg was in a cast. His right arm was in a sling. And he had an ice patch on his head.

"Oh, hey guys!" Spyro said to them as he smiled. Everyone else rushed to the dragon as soon as they saw him, all of them asking what happened. Sparx, in particular, as all over his big dragon friend, nuzzling his face while he buzzed like mad.

"Yeah, Gnasty gave me a good beating." Spyro said to them, "But, it's okay now, the gnorcs nursed me and the doctor said I'll be fine in a few weeks."

"As long as you take it easy." Said a new voice, coming out of the shadows. Everyone on the group got into fighting stances when they saw him. Including Trondo, one of the dragons who had came to help save Spyro.

"Shemp!" The big dragon said, and the yellow-skinned gnorc only looked back at him, before bursting into laughing.

"Oh, you talking about my brother, huh? Well, can't really blame you. We do look alike." The yellow gnorc said, before introducing himself as Dr. Kremp, Dr. Shemp's younger brother, to the baffled Trondo. "And don't worry, I'm way more chill than my brother." He said, smoking from a pipe with a suspiciously colored smoke coming from it.

"I'm happy to inform that your friend will be fine." Kremp said to all of them, "He suffered a few broken ribs, a fractured foot and a dislocated shoulder, but he was lucky. The wounds are painful, but he suffered no permanent damage. He just needs to rest for a while and take it easy and he will be good as new in two months tops."

Everyone was positively and utterly confuse!

"What's going on?" Hunter asked, and it was clear that everyone else was wondering the very same thing.

"Maybe I can explain." Said another voice, as a new figure emerged from a door. Gnolan was still wearing the fancy clothes the staff materialized for him, and he still had said staff on his hand.

"Ah, my king." Dr. Kremp said, bowing to the newly-arrive gnorc, who nodded at him before turning his attention to everyone.

Some were confused, as they thought that Gnasty was the king of gnorcs. However, Nestor, one of the oldest dragons, knew who this gnorc was.

"He is Gnolan. Son of Gnorbert. He was the heir of the throne of the gnorc royal family, and the one who was supposed to become king of gnorcs, until..."

"Until my uncle decided to plot against all of us." Gnolan completed, and everyone on the room listened as he explained.

As it turns out, Gnasty was never meant to become king. It was his younger brother, Gnorbert, who became the king of their people, many decades ago. And Gnolan, his son, would become the king when he was ready to retire.

However, Gnasty, believing himself to be the rightful king due to having been the firstborn, decided to take the throne by getting his brother and nephew out of the way.

On a moonless night, Gnasty lured his brother Gnorbert to a trap, and killed him. Gnolan was there, and he witnessed the crime. However, Gnasty had planned to silence him as well.

"My uncle despised me more than he despised my father." Gnolan said, "He thought that just a death was not good enough. He wanted me to suffer. So, he used dark arts to place a curse on me. He turned me into a frog."

With Gnorbert dead and Gnolan as a frog, there was no one left but Gnasty to take over the throne. Gnasty was clever, for he arranged this murder so no blame would fall on himself, but on the dragons.

"Dragons and gnorcs used to be friends back on the time." Gnolan said, "But, due to my uncle's plot, my father's death and my own were blamed on the dragons. He used it as means to secure his position as the new king by painting the dragons as our enemies."

Nestor nodded as Gnolan explained this. He and the other elders confirmed it was all true. There was a time, long ago, when gnorcs were friends with dragons. However, after the death of their previous king, it all changed. Their friendship soured and became a fierce hatred.

"Wait, when did that happened?" Asked Flame, a male dragon who has been friends with Spyro since they were both young. Now, as an adult Peace Keeper, he wore an orange Roman-style armor, and he carried a spear with himself.

"Thirty years ago." Gnolan said, "I have lived as a frog since that day."

"How old were you?" Asked Ember, another dragon that Spyro made friends with as a child, and who once wanted to be his fiancé. She was a full-grown Magic Crafter, and she had a long blue coat on her body that went all the way down to her feet and had many amulets hanging from all over it, each one a magical object Ember crafted herself.

"Twenty-five." Gnolan said to her, "It was just a few days after my birthday, when my father formerly crowned me as the successor."

"Twenty-five?" Asked Agent 9. "So, now you're what? Fifty-five?"

"Well, if you count the years, yes." Gnolan said to the ape. "But, the thing is, the spell my uncle placed on me also had the effect of completely halting my age. He didn't wanted me to die, but to live forever knowing what I lost. That was why he placed that hex that could not be broke on me. To all effects, I'm still twenty-five."

Twenty-five... Spyro thought. He's my age then...

"Wait, if the hex could not be broken, then how are you not a frog anymore?" Asked Hunter, and the one who answered was Dc. Kremp.

"You see, that is the thing about spells. Even the ones that are seemingly unbreakable, have at least one way to force them to end." The yellow-skinned gnorc said to everyone, releasing smoke from his pipe. "In the case of the curse he placed on King Gnolan, the one that doomed him to live forever as a frog, there was a way of breaking it, one thing that could forcefully end it that even Gnasty himself was not aware of. The only thing that could break it..."

He made a pause to smoke more from his pipe, before speaking:

"... was the kiss of a dragon."

For a long moment, everyone looked at the gnorc. Then, as if they were one, all of their eyes turned to Spyro, who could only smile sheepishly and blush.

"You kissed this guy?" Flame asked.

"You kissed a frog?" Bianca asked.

"Well... yeah..." Spyro said, "He had just saved my life and he was wounded... So, I kind of just... you know?"

Another brief silence followed this.

"Wow..." Ember said. "It is just like in the fairy tales!"

Everyone looked at her, as she was suddenly excited about it.

"Like in the stories! The prince who was turn into a frog and then the princess comes and changes him back with a kiss! Spyro, you are the princess of this story!"

Spyro's blush deepened, and there were some chuckling and even laughing at this.

"S-so..." Spyro said, looking at Gnolan. "What now?"

Gnolan was about to answer, but Ember, thinking Spyro asked her, said:

"Well, in the stories, after the princess changes the prince back, they get married."

Spyro's purple face became completely red. And even Gnolan's green features gained a red tint to them.

Clearing his throat, Gnolan said that Spyro was fine and that he could probably return home now. Gnolan had a lot of work to do in repairing all of the damages Gnasty caused while he ruled.

"Yeah, only one problem." Flame said, "Spyro's house is... kind of trashed."

"Some gnorcs took the opportunity to wreck his whole house." Hunter said, "It is all destroyed and barely livable! They scribbled on the walls, burned the furniture and the whole garden, knocked down some of the collums. One of them even pooped on a corner!"

"What!? Who did it!?" Spyro said, and they said that they didn't knew. None of them noticed the guard who had escorted them all there was all of sudden looking nervous, and discretely making his way out of that room.

"The point is, your house is hardly habitable now." Nestor said to Spyro, "And the damage is so bad it will take a really long time to fix it."

If Nestor himself was saying this, than it was because the damage was bad. So, Spyro could not return to his own house. That was an inconvenience. He would have to ask to stay at someone else's house then, and Spyro was a bit shy to this kind of thing.

No one was expecting Gnolan to say that Spyro could stay on his castle.

"Hey, you saved me from an eternity as a frog." Gnolan said to the dragon. "Offering you a place to stay is literally the least I can do."

Spyro looked at him as he smiled. For some reason, that smile made him blush.

"Well, since you offered, I guess I can take on the offer. But, I don't want to be a burden."

"No burden at all." Gnolan said, "You will be my guest of honor. And believe me, despite how Gnasty made my people act for the past thirty years, you will find out that gnorcs can be very good hosts. Especially the ones of the royal family."

"Well, if you'se saying, Froggy." Spyro said, and then realized what he spoke.

"I mean, King Gnolan." He corrected himself, when he saw everyone looking his way. The gnorc king, on his end, didn't seemed too fazed.

"We are friends, Spyro. You can drop the 'king' with me."

"So, just Gnolan?" Spyro asked, and that was when the gnorc gave him another smile.

"You know, during our time together, I kind of grew used to have you calling me Froggy. You can call me that if you want." He said to Spyro, "But, just you." He added, winking at the purple dragon.

For some reason, that wink made Spyro's heart skip a beat, and now the purple dragon was asking himself if the feeling of butterflies on his stomach was because of something he ate...

---

Gnorcs really were good hosts.

At least they were while Spyro was staying on the castle.

Spyro nearly felt like a king himself as he was serve by the gnorcs hand in foot under orders of their actual king. They brought him meals every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, all in hefty meals, and all of it delicious. However, Spyro had to admit that he had been a bit hesitant to try out the food that served to him by the Fat Ladies. Spyro never actually tried the food they prepared on their cauldrons, so this was a first to him. The food gnorcs ate seemed quite greasy, but dang, was it good! And the ladies really showed they had no ill feelings towards Spyro, as they always offered him seconds. At this rate Spyro would need to get a new, wider belt.

And the ladies were quite nice to talk with. Quite sweet and motherly. Certainly not as intimidating as they seemed when they were trying to smack him with their wooden spoons. In fact, all of the gnorcs Spyro talked with during his stay at the castle were all but kind and welcoming to him.

They made for very good conversations. And they were nowhere near as stupid as other people always said they were. Well, most of them weren't.

And, of course, there were the kids.

Spyro had never seen a gnorc child before. I mean, he knew that there were some, but he never saw them. Neither did most people. Some of them actually believed gnorcs just crawled their way out of mud pits fully formed once a year. Spyro had to admit, gnorcs could not be the most good-looking guys around, but even they were adorable as children.

And they all seemed fascinated with Spyro. Apparently, none of them ever saw a dragon outside of a book before. And Spyro was only glad to show them that he was not a violent and bloodthirsty monster that their books (endorsed by their supreme ruler Gnasty) depicted him as.

The longer Spyro stayed among the gnorcs, the more he saw that they were not the violent and ignorant bullies that everyone else on the realms seemed to think. This really made him see that they only became like that because this was what Gnasty forced them to do.

And everyone else on the realms was slowly coming to see it as well. With the deposal of Gnasty and the return of their rightful king, the gnorcs were going above and beyond to fix their image within the realms. Of course, not everyone was willing to look past the thirty years of violent behavior coming from the gnorcs, but a considerable number of people were coming along. Many of them moved by the speeches and the genuine efforts of the new rightful king.

Gnolan was certainly busy as a bee as he worked on fixing the gnorc relations with other species. He was proving how dedicated he was and how tireless he seemed to be. He just took over as king and he was already doing his all to ensure a better future for his people. According to some this was, even more than the fact that the Royal Authority so readily accepted him, proof that he was more of a king to them than Gnasty ever was.

And, even with all of this hard work in having to fix thirty years of strained relationships, Gnolan still somehow found time to always come check on Spyro.

At least once a day, the gnorc king would come to see Spyro. He would make sure his honored guest was being properly treat by all of his fellow gnorcs. He would also take a good time to ask Spyro how he was feeling and to be sure he was healing nicely. And, of course, they would talk.

Spyro ended up getting his wish of being able to properly talk to Froggy better. He was really able to talk to the un-hexed gnorc ruler, now that he recovered his ability to speak properly. And boy, those were good conversations. Either were they together on Spyro's bedroom slurping on the Fat Ladies' "surprise meat slush", to when they were taking a stroll around the beautiful gardens of the gnorc castle. Sometimes they even caught the children playing and were invite to play as well. Hey, who would not want to play a little ball game with some children just to see them smile?

This was something that Spyro and Gnolan had in common. They both loved children, and they loved to see them smiling and laughing. As it turns out, the purple hero and the new king of gnorcs had a lot in common. They loved sunsets and strawberry milkshakes, loved skating and loved the sports shows of the morning. And they also disliked pretty much the same things: evil wizards, peas and broccolis, and having their feet sunk in mud.

Curious how they had so much in common, as they found out during all of the talks, getting to know each other even deeper than when Froggy was an actual frog.

Spyro could learn much more about his green friend. And, the more he learned about him, the more curious thoughts and feeling started to come into his head. Like, how brave it was from Froggy to having risked his life to rescue a pair of baby squirrels from an eagle. And how he was the kind of person who would gladly go out of his way to help others, proving how kind and selfless he was. And how funny he was, as he always managed to make Spyro laugh in one way or another.

The more he got to know him, the more Spyro felt something growing within him as he knew Froggy. A feeling of admiration and fondness. A warm feeling, that made him look at Froggy and feel butterflies on his stomach.

Was it normal to find a gnorc handsome? Spyro never thought of any of them like that. Their faces were not his type. However, as he looked at Froggy's face as he spoke of the adventures of his childhood...

"No way! You actually did that?" Spyro asked, and the gnorc was only happy to say:

"You can bet I did! I mean, come on! The guy insulted my mother! What I was supposed to do? This guy here defends the honor of his family in any situation!"

"Bet he wasn't expecting you to punch him."

"He certainly wasn't. You know, for a guy who claimed to be able to see the future, he kind of didn't predicted what I would do. Guess he was the world's lamest psychic in all senses of the world, right?"

And with this, the two of them laughed at this. Spyro enjoyed sharing a laugh with the gnorc king. Was it just him, or did their laughs matched?

"Yeah, I did surprised everyone." Gnolan said, "Even Dad was pretty surprised, and he didn't got surprised easily."

After mentioning his father, the gnorc king just stayed there for a few moments.

"Dad was very wise..." He said, and he looked down, at his own bowl of food. The food was gone, but Gnolan still looked at it, as if there was something very interesting about the bowl. Spyro looked at him.

"Froggy?" The purple dragon asked, and this caused the gnorc to look at him.

"Oh, sorry." Gnolan said, "I got distracted. Just started thinking of my father again."

"Wanna talk about him?" Spyro asked. Gnolan looked at him. They talked about a lot of things. However, one subject that was hardly touched during the last two months that Spyro had been a guest on Gnolan's castle was about Gnolan's late father.

"Maybe another time." Gnolan said, dismissing the matter. "But, how are you doing? Your shoulder stopped hurting?"

"Yeah, it did." Spyro said, as he referred to his wounded shoulder, which, like all of his other wounds, had healed completely. He even got the cast off his foot. "Froggy, if you want to talk about your father..."

"Spyro, it's okay." Gnolan said to him. "Seriously, I'm fine. You don't need to go all psychoanalyst on me. I mean, I'm the king of gnorcs! I'm in full control of my own heart and spirit!"

Gnolan said that with a confident smile on his face. However, after all the time they spent together, and after all of the talks they had, Spyro felt like he could see past this smile.

They haven't knew each other for this long, but it did felt to Spyro as if they knew this gnorc ever since they were both children.

"My parents died before I hatched..." Spyro said, and this caused Gnolan to look at him. "The Elders told me when I turned thirteen."

"I knew that I hatched from an egg a thief brought with him. I always did. But, the Elders only told me about my parents when they thought I was old enough to hear it." He said as he looked at the gnorc.

"My father's name was Ignitus. He was an Artisan. He and Nestor were best friends. He worked with metals. He made some of the best works of metal people had ever seen. Not weapons, but just metal things. Brooches, necklaces, all kinds of stuff. He was so smart that people said he could pass by a Magic Crafter no problems. He was also kind, and he always looked after younger dragons."

"My mother's name was Azula, and she was a Dream Weaver." Spyro continued, "They told me that she was the most beautiful dragoness the Realms had ever seen. 'Beautiful like a dream', they said, and her heart was just as beautiful. She fell in love with Ignitus during a celebration. They date for around two years and then they got married. Everyone was happy for them."

"Another year later, and they had a clutch." Spyro said, "Five eggs. Including mine."

Gnolan looker at him. Spyro sighed.

"Then the Sorcerer attacked. He was guide to them by a prophecy that spoke about a young dragon born to an Artisan and a Dream Weaver that would get on his way. He wanted to remedy the situation by getting rid of this dragon before he was born. So, when he heard about my parents and about their clutch, he decided to get rid of all of us."

"My parents didn't let him, of course. Dad did his best to fight off his followers, but he couldn't win. They killed him..." Spyro made a pause before resuming. "They destroyed four of the five eggs, save for one. My mother took my egg and ran. They chased after her, and they chased after her. They hit her with arrows, but she didn't minded. She just kept running, to save all that was left of her family. She flew as much as she could. When they hit one of her wings, she ran. When they hit one of her legs, she limped. She just wanted to make sure her last surviving egg would have a chance to live."

"They chased her all across the forest. And into the edge of a river. She used a mushroom cap as a basket to keep my egg floating above the surface while she swan by the side of it. They continued to throw arrows at her, and some of them hit her back. She bled into the river as she continued to swim, taking my egg to safety. She carried on like that for hours, before finally taking me to the river's bank. She died there, with my egg safely nested on her arms. That was probably when that thief came and stole my egg from her."

Silence followed those words as Gnolan looked at the purple dragon in shock. Then Spyro said:

"After they told me this, I went to my bedroom. I laid in my bed... buried my head in my pillow and..."

"I cried..." Spyro said, with a shaken voice. "I just cried. Until I couldn't cry anymore. I cried for my father, who died trying to protect me and the other eggs. I cried for my brothers and sisters, who never got to hatch. I cried for my mother... For all of them. I just... cried all night."

Spyro sighed, and he wiped away the few tears that came away.

"I didn't wanted to cry at first, but then Nestor told me that crying doesn't means you're weak. Sometimes, it means you've been strong for far too long." He said, turning to look at Gnolan. "There is no problem in crying if you feel sad, Froggy... It doesn't means you're weak or that you're not brave. I just means you're sad. It literally happens to everyone."

Gnolan looked at the dragon for a few more moments. As he did, his lower lip started quivering, and his eyes started watering.

"I..." He said, his voice starting to shake, and then, the tears came out. "I miss him so much!"

"I miss him. I wish he was here. I wish he was here to give me advices, or to tell me it will all be okay, like he did when I was just a little gnorcling. I wish he was here to tell me I was doing a good work as a king, and that he is proud of me. But... he is not here. He is not here, and I need to do it all on my own. I need to do it, because otherwise I feel like I'll be failing my people and disappointing him. I'm doing the best I can, I really am, but I just wish he was here by my side. I..."

The gnorc was nearly breaking down on tears now.

"I am all alone..."

Spyro looked at him.

"No, Froggy." He said, "You are not alone."

He reached out with his scaly hand, and gently placed it on Gnolan's, holding it as gently as Gnolan held his hand two months ago.

"I am here." He said, and Gnolan looked at him for a few moments. His lip quivered even more and, before Spyro could say anything more, Gnolan threw his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, sobbing as he rested his head on Spyro's shoulder.

Spyro embraced him back. Rubbing a gentle hand on the gnorc's back, letting him cry as he wanted, while he kept repeating him that "it's okay" and that "everything will be fine".

Time seemed to lose all meaning to the two, as they just embraced like that. Gnolan crying and Spyro comforting him with a gentle touch and kind words. They went like that for a while, before it seemed that Gnolan was finally feeling better.

"Man, I feel like an idiot when this happens." Gnolan said, wiping the last of his tears away with the back of his big green hand. "A big, sobbing idiot. I bet everyone would laugh at me if they saw me crying like that."

"Well, let them try." Spyro said to him, "They won't be laughing by the time I'm done with them." And then he placed a hand on Gnolan's shoulder.

"But, don't be afraid to cry if you are feeling too sad, okay? It is not good to hold the tears." Spyro said to him. "If you really need to, you can come to me. You can have my shoulder to cry any time you want. And you can be sure I'll never laugh at you."

"Yeah, I guess I can count on you about that." Gnolan said, wiping away the last of his tears, as he now had a smile on his face. Amazing how crying a little bit can make you feel better afterwards. Kind of like unloading a lot of baggage. "I mean, you didn't laughed when you saw me on my underwear."

"Huh?" Spyro asked, "Why would I have laughed at that?"

"You're kidding, right?" Gnolan asked, "A gnorc with a cowlick hair and wearing a pair of whities? Don't tell me you wouldn't have felt like laughing if you were not on a life-or-death situation. I'm sure you would have been rolling around in laugher in any other situation."

"No, I wouldn't!" Spyro said, "None of the gnorcs was laughing."

"That doesn't counts, gnorcs know not to laugh on their king." Gnolan said, "Come on, Spyro, I know that I looked ridiculous back then."

"No, you did not." Spyro said to him. "I mean, dragons don't really wear much clothing, but I can tell you didn't looked ridiculous."

"Oh, yeah?" Gnolan said, getting up, and then he started undressing.

"F-Froggy?!?" Spyro said in surprise, as he watched the gnorc king strip before his eyes, removing his blue vest, his white shirt, his blue and white pants, and now he stood before Spyro, wearing only his crown, his blue shoes and his blue and white briefs.

"Take a look, Spyro." Gnolan said, standing before the dragon, who looked at him with a shocked expression. "Take a close look."

Spyro did and, for the first time, he realized that Gnolan's briefs weren't plain. They had small blue hearts stamped all over them. With a particularly big heart on the front, right on Gnolan's package.

And what a package it was...

"How do I look? Ridiculous, no? Come, on, be honest. How do I actually look?"

Spyro looked at him for a few seconds, and the most honest answer came out of his mouth before he could stop himself:

"Sexy..."

Spyro slapped a hand over his own mouth right after saying this single word. A silence formed in between the two of them, as Spyro blushed as he looked at Gnolan's face, which was also blushing.

"R-really?" Gnolan asked, "D-do you actually mean it?"

Did he?

Well, Spyro assumed he did.

All of his life, Spyro never thought of gnorcs as attractive. He never looked at them and thought "wow, that gnorc over there is so sexy". However, as he looked at Gnolan, he saw all of his attributes. His broad and strong chest. His muscular arms. His defined abs. His strong and defined features. Even the tusks coming out of his lower jaw looked just so cute on his face...

Yes. Gnolan was sexy. Spyro certainly thought him to be a very sexy man. And he told it to the gnorc.

"Wow... feels kind of strange hearing that." Gnolan admitted. "Especially wearing those. Uncle Gnasty always picked on me for being on my twenties and still wearing 'little boy's underwear'. But, briefs just feel really comfortable, you know? And, it is not like anyone actually sees my underwear."

"Yeah, you shouldn't take Gnasty's opinion into account." Spyro said to him, "The guy is an absolute jerk. I think that underwear of yours look really nice. Seriously, it suits you. I kind of wish I had one like that. It makes you look even sexier."

Gnolan blushed more.

"Oh yeah?" He said, a smirk on his lips. "So, what if I do, this?" Gnolan said, as he stroke a pose for Spyro, on the same way a bodybuilder would. It made the muscles on his arms bulge forward, and it certainly made Spyro's blush increase.

"Wow..." Spyro said, as he could only stare. "Froggy, you look so good." He said in all honesty, and Gnolan could only smile proudly.

"Enjoying the show, my dragon friend? Well, feast your eyes on this material!" the gnorc king said, as he started making all kinds of poses for Spyro, letting the dragon admire him for all he was worth. Spyro, on his end, caught himself transfixed as he could only look as his friend gave him pose after pose, each one highlighting different aspects of his impressive physique to Spyro.

Was it getting hotter on that bedroom? Spyro felt like it was getting hotter...

Then, then, Gnolan turned around, giving Spyro a full view of his butt. The briefs were a little small, and they hugged Gnolan's glutes nicely, leaving very little to the imagination. Spyro felt a little bit of smoke coming out from his nostrils as he snorted a little bit.

"Oh, my Bahamut..." Spyro said, squirming a bit as he sat on the bed as he looked at the display before him. "Froggy... you're so, SO sexy..."

Gnolan turned around to look at the dragon, and it looked like he was about to say something, but he made a pause as he looked at the dragon, his eyes moving in direction to something that caught his eye.

"I must really be..." Gnolan said, "Looks like you are really enjoying the show."

Spyro blinked, a little confused. He then followed Gnolan's eyes, and his face felt about to ignite.

Between his legs, his pinkish cock had just starting to emerge from his genital slit.

Spyro immediately covered his crotch with his hands, crossing his legs over them to hide the tip of his member. His face burning with red-hot mortification.

"I'm sorry!" Spyro said immediately, and Gnolan was quick to come to him and tell him it was all okay. He managed to calm down Spyro a little bit, and he even to have him uncross his legs and let him take a look on what was going on "down there".

"So, this is what a dragon's cock looks like..." Gnolan said, as he slowly reached out for it. "May I...?"

Spyro, looking at him, gave a small nod, quite unsure of why he was nodding. Then, Gnolan closed the distance with his hand, and touched Spyro's cock-head with the tips of his fingers.

Spyro's sound was something close to a rats squeak as he felt those fingers on his emerging dick. His whole body jumped a little bit as his tail stiffened behind him.

"F-F-Froggy..." Spyro whimpered out as a bead of pre emerged from his piss-slit. Gnolan passed a finger over that, smearing it with the clear, slightly sticky liquid. He looked at it, before sniffing it from his finger, and then licking at it, as if he was trying some new flavoring of food for the first time.

He then looked up, and his eyes met Spyro's. The purple dragon was blushing, and so was Gnolan. For a long moment, they both just looked at each other's eyes, before Gnolan suddenly moved, closing the distance between their faces, until his soft green lips touched Spyro's scaly, purple ones.

Spyro froze as their lips touched for a few seconds, before they separated. He blinked as he looked at Gnolan's face.

Then, Spyro moved, kissing him back. And Gnolan returned the kiss.

They both closed their eyes as they kissed. It was a bit awkward in the beginning, for a creature with a humanoid, flat face like a gnorc to kiss a dragon's muzzle, but they quickly got the hang of it. It was all about angling your face just right and putting your lips on the right position.

They both moaned around each other's mouth as they kissed. Moans that got louder and needier as they kiss deepened. Gnolan now had his hands on Spyro's face, pulling his face even closer to his own, as the kiss got deeper. As this happened, Gnolan's body leaned forward, as he towered over the sitting dragon, what caused Spyro to lean back into the bed.

They broke the kiss for a few moments, as they got more comfortable. Spyro laid back, resting his back on the bed, while Gnolan climbed on the bed, now literally standing over the purple dragon, both of them were starting to get a panting breathing as they both resumed what they had just been doing.

Gnolan kissed the dragon underneath him, running his tongue over Spyro's scaly lips, taking in the texture of each one of the scales the lined the front of his maw. Spyro, on his end, moaned softly as he opened his mouth, allowing Gnolan's tongue to enter his mouth while his arms wrapped around the gnorc, pulling him closer to himself as their kiss got even deeper.

Their tongues meet, and it was magical. Just... magical. A good kind of electricity ran from one to the other, causing their skin to tingle and their hearts to thump into their chests as they moaned on each other's mouths. Their bodies rubbed together as they continued to kiss. Especially their crotches.

Gnolan was practically dry-humping Spyro as he kissed the dragon, moving his hips and rubbing the front of his underwear against Spyro's pubic scales. This served to make them both moan louder on each other's mouths as their tongues danced. Their cocks got harder as the motions continued, their crotches grinding with nothing more than a thin layer of cotton fabric separating the two of them.

Spyro's dragon cock, with a spear-tip head, emerged completely out of his slit, throbbing and leaking pre as the fabric of Gnolan's briefs grinded against it, causing it to leak more pre from the tip. Meanwhile, Gnolan's own member got hard inside of his briefs, making them tent as his bulge rubbed against the pinkish flesh of Spyro's member.

"King Gnolan, I need to talk to you about..." Said a gnorc who opened the door, but whose words died on his throat as he saw the scene before him. Gnolan and Spyro were so far gone that, even though they acknowledged the presence of the gnorc, neither of them stopped what they were doing. They continued to grind their hips together, kiss as if they wanted to taste each other's tonsils and moan like wounded animals as they did so.

The gnorc, on his turn, only apologized and said he would come back later, as he slowly closed the door to give the two some privacy, which they both very much welcomed.

They both finally broke the kiss after nearly ten minutes of this intense, sloppy making out session. Their tongues were out of their mouths, connected to each other by a thick strand of saliva, as they both panted as if they ran a marathon, both of them looking at each other's faces, both of them reddened with a blush.

"Spyro..." the gnorc said to the dragon, breaking the silence.

"Froggy..." the purple dragon said back to the hunky, studmuffin of a green man above him.

Gnolan's hips jerked, making their crotches rub once more, and this caused Spyro to let out a rather girly moan as his body tensed, his hands gripping on Gnolan's back for support as his own back arched due to the pleasure.

They both felt hot all over. Hotter than both of them ever felt before on their lives.

Soon, they were both changing position. Gnolan now laid by Spyro's side, while he carefully, but hastily, removed his briefs and tossed them aside, letting them lay on the ground while his green dick throbbed into the free air, allowing Spyro to take a look at it.

It was BIG.

The big, humanoid dick beat Spyro's own dick by a couple inches, with a green body and a pinkish, bulbous head. The base of the dick was decorate with a feathering of pubic hair as blonde as the one of Gnolan's head. Beneath it, laid a pair of sizable gonads inside of a green balsac covered on the same blonde pubic hair.

They both moved, with Gnolan getting more comfortable on his bed while Spyro crawled over him, moving his face closer to the gnorc's crotch. As he approached the big, throbbing member, his nostrils flared, causing a deep whiff of Gnolan's musk to reach his nostrils.

Spyro already knew the smell of gnorc, and he always thought of it as unpleasant. However, now that he was, for the first time on his life, as an adult, smelling the musk that came directly from a gnorc's junk, Spyro thought it was the most delicious smell he ever felt.

Intense. Rich. Earthy with a hint of spice. Manly. It made his mouth water with anticipation.

Leaning forward, the smell became more and more intense. Spyro felt like drooling with the saliva accumulating on his mouth. He swallowed the excess, and then leaned forward and closed the distance until the tip of the cock was right before his snout.

The smell was maddening at this point. Spyro could no longer resist. He didn't wanted to resist.

The purple dragon surrendered himself, gladly opening his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and it made contact with the bulbous pink head of the circumcised member. He could taste the musk, the flavor dancing on his tastebuds as the combination of sweat and pre hit him with full force, giving him a flavor of that same musk he had been smelling.

Spyro knew that Gnasty had not bathed properly on the last days. Or, at the very least, didn't properly cleansed his privates. However, the smell was not revolting or sickening, as one would probably expect. The only thing Spyro could taste there was the musk. That combination of sweat and natural scent, combined with the pre-seminal fluid that leaked directly of the gnorc's piss-slit.

Spyro soon found himself attracted to it like a bee to honey, and he continued to lick from the tasty, musky gnorc cock, panting as he did, before he wanted more. Spyro opened his mouth and enveloped the cock, starting to hungrily suck on it as he bobbed his head into the member.

All the while, Gnolan was moaning as the dragon serviced him. He literally got cross-eyed from pleasure as Spyro took his member on his mouth and started to suck on it with the strength of a vacuum cleaner. He moaned the dragon's name in a long, drawn out moan as he dragon continued servicing him with his muzzle, sucking on the cock and running his tongue over it as he bobbed his head, sucking it like a sweaty green lollipop.

The longer they went on, the more the two of them got into it, with Spyro taking more and more of the cock into his mouth the more he sucked it. And Gnolan was starting to get into it as well, as his hips moved, causing his cock to thrust into Spyro's mouth as the dragon continued to suck it hungrily as he moaned around the green dick.

Gnolan panted and moaned as the dragon serviced him, steam coming out of his mouth with each exhale that came out of his body, which got hotter and hotter by the second. He nearly didn't noticed Spyro moving until he realized that the dragon was literally above him.

Spyro was only trying to get a better position to get more of that cock into his muzzle. However, he did ended up getting himself into the perfect position for what was coming next, with his dragonic cock hanging right above Gnolan's mouth, a single bead of pre falling from it and landing on Gnolan's open mouth, right on is tongue.

Dragon pre was strong. It had a spicy flavor and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

Gnolan fell in love with it instantly.

That was why he didn't even hesitated in holding Spyro's cock with his hand and guiding it in direction to his mouth, so he could close his lips around it and start to suck on it the same way Spyro was doing with him.

This caught Spyro by surprised. However, it was a nice, welcomed surprise. One that made Spyro moan louder around the gnorc dong as he started to bob his muzzle on it more enthusiastically, making loud, we slurping sounds as he sucked on that as if it was candy, and Gnolan did the same for him.

The bedroom soon filled with the wet sounds of sucking and slurping, as the dragon hero and gnorc king went all for it, going down on each other like a pair of hungry men into their new favorite foods.

And it was divine for the two of them for a while.

However, as it is natural in this type of scenario, things progressed.

It all started with Gnolan, who opened his eyes as he had this dragon cock going in and out of his mouth gently with the motions of Spyro's hips. He caught sight of something in between the purple of Spyro's scales. A hint of pink. At first he didn't knew what it was, but then he realized: it was Spyro's tailhole.

Well, it was pretty obvious, since it was literally under Spyro's tail, on the very base, where the tail met with the dragon's butt.

This was the first time seeing a dragon's tailhole, just like it was his first time seeing a dragon's dick. And, much like with the dick, Gnolan caught himself being attracted to it by a form of curiosity. One that led him to reach out with his hand and gently touch into the base of Spyro's tail, causing the dragon to jerk a little bit at the touch, and again as he felt a big green finger rubbing over his taint, gently caressing it. Then poking into it, causing the tailhole to clench in reflex.

Gnolan let go of Spyro's cock, letting it hang and spill pre and spit over his bare chest, but he didn't cared. His attention had shifted to the tailhole, and now Gnolan had his focus on it. He approached it, and his nostrils flared as he smelled it.

It didn't smelled as bad as he expected, but it still smelled like butt. However, not the "bad" butt smell. It smelled like sweat and musk. Kind of like the cock did. Apparently, Spyro had cleansed himself properly when he bathed a little over an hour ago. Gnolan was glad for this.

Gnorcs may not be as keen on personal hygiene and cleanliness as other races on the Realms, but even they had standards. After all, if Gnolan didn't believed Spyro to be clean, he would never have even dreamed of doing what he did next.

Spyro's body jerked as he felt that thing poking on his tailhole, his blush deepening a he felt that strange, warm and wet thing running over his pucker. Even more once he realized just what it was.

H-he is licking my tailhole... Was the thought on Spyro's head as he felt the wet appendage over his backdoor. It ran over his tailhole, running over the ring of pink flesh all over, and then tracing a trail around the rim. Then it would poke right into his pucker, the tip teasing the opening , which clenched and quivered in answer to each teasing from the gnorc's tongue, just like Spyro himself moaned and shivered in answer to the intimate contact of the tongue.

Spyro couldn't help but whimper and moan as he continued to suck on Gnolan's cock while the gnorc king continued to tongue his tailhole. Eventually, he would go even further, as he would actually force his tongue inside of the dragon's tailhole.

Spyro's whole body shivered. He would have squeaked had his mouth not been fill with gnorc dick. It felt so strange to have that thing inside of him, wiggling around like a worm as it left his inside feeling wet.

It made his cock throb and leak pre in between his legs, and it made Spyro moan as he sucked Gnolan's dick harder.

The dragon continued to bob his head into the green dick all the more enthusiastically, while the gnorc beneath him now was, quite literally, making out with his tailhole, pressing his lips into it as he explored the hole with his tongue. Gnolan even went as far as to place his hands on Spyro's hip and on the base of his tail and pulled it down, as it he was pulling a lover closer into the deeper kiss. Spyro could only moan and blush as he worked even harder into the cock, as that tongue touched all of the right points inside of him.

Spyro's hips even moved on their own, as he humped and grounded his tailhole against his gnorc lover's mouth, just like the gnorc was doing by sending his cock into the dragon's mouth as Spyro continued to suck him.

They both felt like they could stay like this forever, just enjoying each other's mouths on their most private and sacred places, and enjoying the delicious feeling pleasure they were getting from it.

However, things like that eventually have to end. And neither of them wanted it to end too soon.

What was why Gnolan tapped on Spyro's hip, pulling it out of his face so he could talk and ask the dragon to stop sucking him and get off of him.

For a moment, Spyro thought that he had done something wrong that upset the gnorc. Were it his teeth? Spyro was being so darn careful with them...

However, it soon became clear that this was not the case.

"Spyro I..." Gnolan said to him, as they both sat before each other. "I want... I want to go all the way." He said, blushing as he looked Spyro in the eyes. "I want to... claim you as mine... if you will allow me."

Spyro took a moment to realize what he was talking about. For a moment, he thought that Gnolan was talking about tattooing his name on a part of his body, but soon he realized what the gnorc king was on about.

Gnolan wanted is body.

The thought made Spyro's stomach flutter, as well as his tailhole clench harder than ever.

Spyro was all in on the idea.

He was nervous, though.

"I-I never had anyone there before..." Spyro confessed, blushing as he admitted that he was a virgin to Gnolan. Before he looked at him with eyes that might as well be those of a puppy.

"Please, be gentle with me, Froggy..."

Gnolan would, although it would be hard after seeing such a cute thing before him...

Soon, they were both laying on the bed, on the same position that started it all. Spyro laying on his back on the bed, with Gnolan towering over him.

Both of their hearts were beating like mad, as the gnorc used his hand to aim his cock, guiding it until the head was literaly resting right on Spyro's tailhole, still wet and slick with gnorc spit.

Said tailhole clenched. It clenched hard.

Gnolan noticed it as he tried to push in, and he looked at the dragon.

"Sorry... I..." Spyro said, "I'm really nervous."

Gnolan looked at him, and then he placed a gentle hand on Spyro's face, making him look at him, and then he kissed the dragon.

Spyro could taste his own butt on Gnolan's mouth, just like Gnolan could taste his own dick on Spyro's. However, both of them were surprised for realizing that they didn't gave a fuck. Spyro, in particular, only melted in the kiss as Gnolan gave him a gentle and passionate kiss on the lips.

Then he kissed his snout. Then his cheek. And then he trailed down his kisses and was not kissing on Spyro's neck.

Not only kissing, but he was now licking and sucking on Spyro's neck, and he was even gently bit on Spyro's neck with his teeth, pressing very gently on there with his tusk to be sure he would not break skin or hurt Spyro in any way and ruin their little moment.

"F-F-Froggyyyyyyyyyy..." Spyro whimpered as the gnorc went down on his neck, sucking it hard enough that Spyro was sure that it would leave a hickey behind. The dragon hoped his purple scales would make it less noticeable.

Little did he realized that this was all a tactic of the gnorc, and that it worked like a charm. The feelings on his neck made Spyro's body relax. His tailhole unclenched, and this finally allowed for the gnorc to start pressing forward into it. When it popped inside, Spyro shivered as a gasp escaped from his throat.

Spyro shivered, his whole body tensing as he felt the penetration. Just like that, Spyro was no longer a virgin.

If anyone told him he would be losing his virginity to a gnorc, Spyro would have been horrified at the thought, because he would have assumed this meant he would be kidnapped and raped by a gnorc.

However, nothing could be further of the truth.

No one was forcing Spyro into anything. He was not tied up and muzzle while a gnorc took advantage of him and called him names only to humiliate him further.

No. This was something Spyro wanted. This was something that he craved. Something he was doing with a person he loved and trusted.

This was something he was sharing with his beloved Froggy.

Still, being deflowered was still something you needed a while to get used to. And Gnolan knew that. That was why he was holding still, waiting for Spyro to adjust before he would move a single inch more.

He looked at Spyro as the purple dragon panted, shivering as his tailhole was stretch more than ever before. Then, after nearly a minute, he looked at Gnolan's eyes and, with a single nod, gave him the green light to go ahead.

Gnolan was gentle with Spyro. As gentle as a prince would be with a princess. He was doing this out of the utmost consideration for Spyro. He wanted to just go crazy and start pounding, but he was holding back. He was holding back because he didn't wanted to rush things and hurt Spyro.

That was why he only moved his hips at a slow pace, and only sent a little bit of his cock in and out of the tailhole at a time. He bit his lips as he bid his time, sending just a tad bit more of his massive gnorc cock with each thrust. Each movement was careful, and aimed to give Spyro as much enjoyment as possible. After all, Gnolan himself was no virgin, and he had been with partners on the past.

He hadn't been with anyone since he turned into a frog, but he still had the memories of the partners he had been from before being cursed. This meant that the gnorc king had enough experience to know what to do on that situation.

Now, most gnorcs preferred it rough in the bedroom, but Spyro had asked him to be gentle, so Gnolan was being gentle. Each thrust was gentle. Each movement was as tender as possible for a gnorc. And, as he continued to gently and slowly fuck the dragon, he ran a hand over Spyro's face, caressing him as he continued to lick and kiss his neck.

Spyro, on his end, was a moaning mess, as he moaned the gnorcs (nick)name as he was gently bred by the gnorc ruler, who changed the angling of his cock with each thrust, making his member go into Spyro's tailhole in slightly different ways, going all around Spyro's insides.

Where is it? Gnolan thought to himself, as he continued angling is cock slightly differently with each one of his slow thrusts. It is somewhere around here? It is usually around here. Do dragons even have it?

It took him some probing, but eventually, he could feel his cock making contact with something when he thrusted just a tad bit further.

Something that made Spyro shiver like mad beneath him.

"OoOoOoOoOoOhhh, F-F-F-F-FroggYyYyYyYyYyY..." The dragon moaned under him and he trembled. Gnolan then knew that he had found the target he had been looking for: Spyro's prostate.

Then, he went back to thrusting. Each thrust from there on carefully aimed at that one point inside Spyro. Like a guided missile, Gnolan's member went to that point into Spyro's bowels that made the dragon shiver and moan beneath him. Sometimes Spyro would even squeal as Gnolan's dick hit his sweet spot.

Like a girl, it was to be add.

Still, Gnolan took it easy and he was gentle with Spyro. He was tender and loving with him, as if he was a perfect gentleman having a romantic honeymoon sex with his newlywed bride. Slow and sweet, as he kissed Spyro's neck and face as he bred him in a very gentle pace.

However, as we all known from porn, even the most romantic gentle sex can get boring after a while. Especially if you are really enjoying yourself.

"H-H-Harder..." Spyro croaked out, nearly squealing as yet another thrust speared him right into his prostate.

The gnorc stopped what he was doing to look at the dragon, and Spyro looked at him with desire and need all over his face.

"Harder." He repeated, looking in the gnorc's eyes. "Froggy... please... d-do it harder. I... I need it harder. I need you to breed me! Please!"

Gnolan was only happy to oblige. He had been happy with being gentle with Spyro, but his primal instincts were starting to yell at him and telling him to breed this dragon bitch into submission.

He went harder. Maybe a little harder than he needed to. Blame it on his own horniness. However, Spyro didn't complained. Unless you count the long, girly, squealing moan that escaped from his mouth as a form of complain.

Spyro moaned in delight as his love button was speared, on and on, by the huge tool of the gnorc currently breeding him. This drove him completely crazy, as pleasure exploded on his tailhole and spreading all over his body like an electric current that was traveling trough his entire nervous system.

His cock, sandwiched between his scaly body and Gnolan's green belly, spurted pre with each touch to his prostate. Their bellies were both smeared on the clear fluid, as they rubbed on each other as Gnolan fucked Spyro harder, as the dragon requested.

And then faster.

And then deeper.

And then harder again.

And then, it all devolved into unintelligible gibberish, as the feeling of sheer bliss practically shorted out Spyro's brain, reducing him to a moaning mess, capable only of shivering and crying out for his lovers nickname as he continued to breed him.

The bed creaked underneath them, as Gnolan's green butt moved up and down so fast it was nearly a green blur. Each movement made the dragon beneath him moan and squeal as his love button was hit as if was a button on the joystick of a pro-gamer being mashed. The result was extreme pleasure to the dragon beneath, who shivered under the gnorc.

As they continued with this, Gnolan trailed his kisses on Spyro's neck, leaving the scales in a darker purple with the hickeys he produced, and made his way across the dragon's muzzle, until he met his lips. Spyro's moans were muffled as he was kissed by his lover, and he eagerly returned the kisses.

Gnolan's hand moved from Spyro's chest to his shoulder, and then snaked its way down his arm, until finding his hand. Their fingers intertwined as they held each other's hands as if they were clinging for dear life. Spyro's other arm shot up and grasped on Gnolan's back, pulling him closer, causing their already tongue-on-the-throat-deep kiss get even deeper.

Spyro's legs, which practically felt numb at this point, all of sudden sprout to life, as they wrapped around Gnolan's waist, as his hips started moving on their own to match with Gnolan's thrusting, while Spyro's tail wrapped around the gnorc king's leg like a snake on a branch.

The bedroom was fill with the sounds of intense, wet sex, as their sweaty bodies grinded against each other. Their moans, grunts and squeals of pleasure muffled as they continue to make out sloppily. Their tongues rubbing on each other wildly as they added "spit" to the list of bodily fluids they were exchanging without any shame on the privacy of that bedroom, illuminated by the orange, fading glow of the sun coming through the window, illuminating their sinful, yet sacred, act.

An act that was reaching its climax. Pun totally and unashamedly intended.

Their grinding became even more erratic. Their muffled moaning became even more urgent. Their bodies shivered and sweated as they both could feel it coming. Closer. Closer.

Then, it came.

They both practically howled on each other's mouths as they came. Gnolan's hips continued to move in overdrive as he rode his own orgasm for all it was worth. Consequently, his movement did caused his dick to smash hard on Spyro's prostate, causing the dragon's orgasm to be milk as well.

Spyro's cock throbbed, spurting his pearly white cum, which stained his own belly and Gnolan's with the sticky substance, as they continued to grind against each other. As this happened, Gnolan released his load on Spyro's tailhole, filling the dragon to the brim, and making Spyro feel a wonderful feeling of being filled with the cum of his lover.

This was the first time Spyro was filled with cum, and it made him feel all gooey and warm inside. And not only because of the warm and gooey substance filling his rectum.

They lost themselves on each other and on that beautiful feeling they shared. For the second time that day, time melted away and lost all meaning to them. If their orgasm had lasted ten seconds or ten hours, meant absolutely nothing to the two of them. All that mattered was this feeling. As well as the sweet tenderness that followed soon after.

They moaned softly around each other's mouths as they continued to kiss. Their sweaty bodies relaxed as their strength felt like it had been drain from them. They continued to hold hands as they sighed and relaxed fully.

They broke the kiss, the saliva forming a bridge between their mouths, as they looked at each other's eyes.

Then, Gnolan's expression changed. He frowned. Then he scowled.

Spyro flinched as he saw that expression. Had... had he done something wrong?

Then, Gnolan turned his face to the side and coughed. A puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

It took a few seconds for Spyro to understand what happened, and he blushed when he did.

"Sorry..." Spyro said, "I-it's a dragon thing."

Gnolan coughed another time, and he then looked at Spyro.

"It's okay." He said, and he made a face. "My mouth kind of taste like a fireplace now, but I guess I'll have to get used to it, won't I?"

Spyro continued to look at him. Gnolan, after coughing off the smoke and getting himself rid of the flavor it left, was once more able to smile as he looked tenderly at the dragon.

"Froggy..."

"Spyro..."

They said, and Gnolan once more touched Spyro's face, very gently. Then, he started coming closer, puckering his lips as he closed his eyes.

Spyro did the same thing...

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It was magical when their lips touched.

It was always magical.

However, this time there was some actual magic going on, as this time they were both holding the Royal Authority in their hands.

The blue orb on the top of the scepter glowed on their hands and, just as it once produced a whole new set of clothes for Gnolan to wear (which he was currently wearing at that very moment), now it did the same for the purple dragon.

The blue aura enveloped Spyro, and subsided just as they broke the kiss, revealing a new attire for the dragon. His gloves had changed from their regular brown to a regal blue and white. The belt on his waits also changed, looking like it was made of a precious silvery metal and fine, but strong, blue silk. The scarf around his neck also became white, with a beautiful, finely carved brooch of silver with a big sapphire in place holding the scarf in place. There were now silver rings with sapphires decorating both Spyro's tail and his horns. His googles didn't changed, and they were still on his head, in addition to the final item that the gnorc magic scepter had given him: a delicate, tiara-like crown of silver with the most beautiful star-shaped sapphire anyone has ever seen on the front.

"The Royal Authority has blessed your union and accepted the new member of the gnorc royal family!" Announced Dr. Kremp, using his formal ceremonial attire (which was basically a more decorated version of the plate he used to cover his front while leaving his entire backside in full gorgeous view) as he stood on the pulpit behind the gnorc king and the purple dragon.

"Let's all give a loud applause, my folks! An applause to our King Gnolan, and to his new husband, King Consort Spyro!" Kremp announced, and everyone gathered exploded in cheers and applause. Both the gnorcs all gathered on Gnolan's side, and all of the dragons and other creatures gathered on Spyro's.

"Just like in fairy tales." Ember said, as she used a handkerchief to wipe the tears coming out of her eyes at this wonderful, beautiful scene.

On the altar, the newly married royal couple smiled as they waved to all of the people who came in there to celebrate their union.

From there, they all moved to the after party. The sky was clear and blue, what was perfect since it was an outdoors party, with tables set all over the clear field, with a wide opening among all the tables, which was the serve as the dance floor. On a stage, a band formed by gnorcs with traditional instruments of their people were producing a guttural, but very enjoyable, music for the ambiance on the party. A huge table with the giant, five stores high tall cake, courtesy of Devlin, from which Spyro and Gnolan took the first slices and fed each other happily like the lovey-dovey couple they were while everyone applauded.

All in all it was a great celebration, with moving speeches and with a lot of fun for everyone involved. Gnorcs and dragons sat together on the tables and laughed as they shared stories and talked about all manners of things. Their children ran around the place, playing together and laughing as they ran like the little hyperactive devils they were.

No one would ever say that they were once bitter sworn enemies.

It was amazing the difference that three years can make.

In a corner, a small blue dinosaur on a cute pink dress was playing tag with a young dragon and a gnorc boy, until someone called him.

"Martha! Time to eat, sweetheart. You can go back to playing in a while." Hunter said as he sat on their table, with his bunny wife sitting by his side, carrying a baby cheetah with big bunny ears on her arms, sound asleep.

"Coming, papa!" The dinosaur girl, who once was the Sorceress, said as she went to their table to eat with her family. Joining the many people on the table who were enjoying good food and good music while they celebrated the royal wedding, as pompous and elegant as a royal wedding is expect to be, with everyone getting along and not teasing or provoking anyone.

That is, almost no one.

Lindar once more proved that he had a real hard time controlling his mouth.

The blue clockmaker dragon, wearing a tuxedo for the occasion, like all of the other dragons, decided it was a good time to try some of his best jokes. Which were all gnorc bashing.

He seemed to fail to notice the glares some nearby gnorcs were giving him, as well as how some of his fellow dragons were trying to get him to shut up. He just continued to tell joke after joke, not realizing that those jokes that offended gnorcs were not as fun as they would have been three years previous, when everyone still had troubles with the green guys, and not seeming like he would be stopping.

However, he did stop when a shadow fell over him, and he looked up to see a gnorc standing over him, big and bulky like the rest of his people, wearing black pants and a red shirt, black hair set up on a Mohawk that would put Johnny Bravo to shame, and looking down at Lindar.

However, the gnorc didn't seemed angry (well, not much), but was actually smiling at the blue dragon, and he was very polite when talking to him, and introducing himself as "Gnaldo".

"So, you think that gnorcs are lousy dangers because of their flat feet? Well, that is an interesting theory. Why don't we put it to the test? If you don't mind going to the dancefloor with some clumsy green brute, that is."

Gnaldo offered Lindar his hand, while flashing a set of teeth so white they literally sparkled. Lindar was speechless all of a sudden, and he took the gnorcs hand, who didn't wasted time in dragging the dragon to the dance floor, where he proceeded to show him a gnorcs dancing skills.

The band had, coincidentally, started to play a more dancing song, and this was perfect, for it matched the skillful, tango-like dance that Gnaldo made alongside Lindar, spinning the dragon so fast Lindar actually got dizzy, and even throwing him into the air only to catch him on his arms and them go back to spin him around. Holding him close to his body and guiding him across the floor, while poor, stunned Lindar could do nothing but let himself be take.

Everyone watched and clapped the great display of gnorc dancing, which got more and more intense as the music progressed, until it eventually ended with Lindar reclined back, with Gnaldo's hands, one on his back between his wings and the other holding his tight, being the only thing keeping him from falling flat into the ground.

He certainly didn't seemed like he had any more jokes to tell about gnorcs. Especially when Gnaldo leaned over and whispered something on is ear that made Lindar blush so hard his blue face turned pink. This certainly caused everyone to laugh as they watched this.

Including Trondo, who was sitting on a table by the side of Kremp, who joined into the party after doing his part to officiate the marriage. They both then looked at each other, and leaned over to kiss each other.

On another table, Bubba was having a good drink and some laughs with a pair of gnorc twins, all of them seeming like they were getting along. Later on, near the end of the party, Bubba would be seen entering into the woods near the place of the party with the twins, arms linked with them, and they wouldn't come out again until next morning.

It seemed Spyro and Gnolan had started somewhat of a trend.

Even on the kitchen, Alvar was starting to get frisky with the boss of the Fat Ladies, who would occasionally mention on how good he was with that cleaver, while giving his rump a pinch, which the dragon actually enjoyed. Apparently, the Fat Ladies liked a guy who could cook, and Alvar certainly looked like he liked his girls with a lot of meat...

The party went well into the afternoon, and the sun was already setting by the time the two grooms decided it was time for them to take their leave, after thanking everyone for their presence and for all the wonderful gifts.

Soon, they were on their chariot, ready to take them to their honeymoon.

"So, how was your royal marriage, darling?" Gnolan asked, as he and Spyro got comfy on the inside of the royal chariot, the gnorc charioteer was ready to take them to their destination.

"Wonderful." Was all Spyro could say. "It was all wonderful. Everyone was getting along and having fun! The cake was delicious. And the gifts are all wonderful."

"Yeah, I'll say." Gnolan said to him. "Speaking of gifts..."

Gnolan then produced a box from his pants. Quite too big to have fit into his pockets...

"I was waiting until we were alone to give you this." He said, as he offered the box to Spyro, who took it and opened it, taking a look of what was inside.

"You did said you wanted to have one." Gnolan said as Spyro picked up his gift from inside the box.

It was a pair of briefs.

A pair of briefs made to fit a dragon, with a huge hole on the back to fit a dragon's tail, and stamped with the familiar face of the gnorc king all over it.

"So?" Gnolan asked, "What do you think?"

Spyro looked at the front of the briefs, with had the big face of the gnorc he loved stamped with a big smile. Spyro smiled himself.

"I love it." He said in all honesty, and Gnolan smiled back at him.

"Well, I'm glad, because it was hard to get your measures to have this custom made." He said to Spyro, "Now we both had a matching pair."

"Matching?" Spyro asked, and Gnolan smirked to the dragon.

"I had one made for myself. It has your face stamped."

He then leaned closer to the dragon, and whispered on his ear with that sultry voice that drove Spyro crazy.

"I'm wearing it right now. Want to see it?"

Spyro had goosebumps all over, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Yes, please." He said, and soon, he and Gnolan were kissing. Their kiss soon became more heated, and soon, they were both leaning into the seats of the chariot, as they were all over each other.

Gnolan reached with his hand to the curtain on the back window of the chariot and pulled them down, obstructing the view from the outside and giving them all the privacy.

By the time the chariot, with a big plank on the back that had JUST MARRIED written, was moving, it was already rocking, signaling that the royal honeymoon had already started.

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.