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Spyro blinked his eyes open, a soft morning light filtering through the window of the cosy room he shared with Cynder. He stretched his wings and yawned, ready to greet the new day. As he inhaled deeply, a scent filled his nostrils, captivating and unfamiliar. He moved his head around while sniffing to pick its direction and focused his eyes down at Cynder, it smelt like her but there was something different about it. Confusion clouded Spyro's mind as he tried to make sense of the unfamiliar aroma. He glanced over at her peaceful slumbering form next to him. His nose twitched as he inhaled her sweet scent, her sleeping body peaceful and he watched her chest rise and fall.

Curious he carefully approached her, his nose trying to find the source of the scent. He caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips as he came close to her head and neck, his sniffs slightly stirring her from her slumber. His questing nose continued to sniff and search to see where this enticing scent was coming from, he made sure to not touch her and wake her as he continued to search lower down her back, the scent getting more intense the further down he went, as he came to her hips he could tell he was on the right path and closed his eyes, the scent causing his breathing to increase and heart beat harder.

Cynder stirred, blinking her eyes open and stretching lazily. She glanced at Spyro, her gaze curious and alert. "What's wrong, Spyro?"

Spyro hesitated for a moment, his words caught in his throat. "I... I don't know how to say this, but... I smell something strange. Something different about you."

Cynder tilted her head, her emerald eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Different? What do you mean?"

Spyro took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's like... a scent I've never noticed before. It's... it smells really good."

Spyro watched as Cynder blinked her eyes open, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her usually composed and confident posture seemed slightly altered, and there was a hint of vulnerability in her gaze.

"Hey Spyro, now the war is over. What does that mean for... us?" Cynder asked, trying to change the subject away from her body. Cynder glanced at him, her expression curious. She had come a long way since being under Malefor's control, and Spyro had been there with her every step of the way.

Spyro brought his head up and moved alongside her to give her his undivided attention. "I've been thinking too. It's hard to imagine life without the constant threat of darkness looming over us. I used to think that once the war was over, everything would go back to the way it was. But now, I'm not so sure."

Cynder tilted her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and hope. "What do you mean?"

Spyro turned to face her, his expression earnest. "Cynder, you and I have been through so much together. We've faced so many challenges and grown stronger because of it. But lately, I've realized that there's something more between us."

Cynder's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat. "You... you mean, more than just friends?"

He moved his snout closer to hers, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Yes, Cynder. I think I see you as more than just a friend. I want to be there for you, to support you, and to see where our connection could lead us."

Cynder's face flushed with a mix of surprise and happiness. She had often wondered if there was a deeper bond between them, but hearing Spyro voice his feelings brought a sense of validation she hadn't expected. Her body tingled with excitement and the closeness of his body to hers, she could feel her heart racing in her chest as she looked to his big eyes and then to his snout which was inches away from hers. She couldn't help but wiggle slightly, the ache in her groin causing her hips to rock gently.

"Cynder, are you alright?" Spyro asked, concern etching his voice.

Cynder shifted uncomfortably. "I... I don't know, Spyro. I feel different. Warmer, somehow."

Spyro's brow furrowed with worry. He approached her cautiously, his eyes scanning her body for any signs of injury or illness.

Curiosity mingled with a newfound awareness within Spyro. He had never experienced this side of Cynder before, and he couldn't deny the instinctive pull he felt toward her. It was as if a magnetic force urged him to inspect her, to understand what was happening to his close friend.

Spyro gently extended a clawed finger and trailed it along her scales, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. He observed her reaction closely, noticing the way her breathing grew slightly faster, her eyes glazed with a mix of confusion and desire.

Cynder shivered under his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Spyro... I don't understand what's happening to me. I feel... I don't know..."

Spyro's curiosity and concern propelled him to explore further, determined to understand the source of Cynder's unfamiliar scent and the changes occurring within her body. With gentle care, he extended his clawed paw, tracing it along her scales, his touch light and reverent. As he moved his paw over her underbelly, he observed how her eyes glazed over with desire, her body arching in response to his caresses. The heat between them intensified, an unspoken yearning threading the air.

Cynder didn't understand why she did it, but found herself leaning back into his touch and rolling onto her back, his eyes going wide as he caught a solid whiff of her potent scent, his eyes glancing down her vulnerable body, her front paws tucked tight against her chest as he traced his gaze down her body. His eyes stopping on her puffy slit, engorged with desire and glistening with her arousal.

"I... Is that meant to be like that?" Spyro asked and she craned her head around to see.

"N-no, that's new" Cynder said with a tone of concern. "Maybe I am sick?" She added.

Spyro moved closer, his snout inches away from her puffy folds. "Does it hurt?" he said and gently placed a paw square on her puffy slit. He quickly removed it when her whole body tensed and she gasped out loudly, he whipped his head around and saw her eyes half closed in bliss. "You, okay?"

"I... That felt good." She said softly, starting to pant.

"Good?" Spyro asked, his voice concerned but his breathing starting to elevate to the point that he started panting as well. Cynder's nod reassured him, and he returned his paw to her folds, slowly rubbing her slit up and down, mesmerized by the puffy labia of her slit and the smoothness of her glistening fluids helping his paw move effortlessly over her hide.

"mmmhm" Cynder moaned loudly, her body feeling alight as his paw continued to trace up and down her slit, his hard claws running across her scales causing her back to arch slightly.

Spyro's groin was tightening, his own slit becoming very tight at the sight and sounds of the desperate dragoness in front of him. "I think... I think we should find out how to fix this" Spyro said half-heartedly, his paw starting to circle around her entrance.

"Hmmm, yes!" Cynder moaned, not really listening to him, and opened her eyes as he removed his paw.

Spyro saw the urgency in her eyes and tried to reassure her. "I will be right back. Don't move a muscle". Before she could complain he had turned around and quickly ducked out of the house.

Leaving the warmth and comfort of their shared room, Spyro took off through the temple, his paws beating the stone floor as he went in search of a mentor. The thick heavy fog of Cynder's scent now washing away from him in the air and he could feel himself focusing more on his surroundings.

He scampered down the stairs and glided the last flight, landing gracefully as he wondered around looking for someone he could ask, as he ran past an open study, he saw a glimpse of an ice blue guardian inside and quickly skidded to a halt and approached.

Cryil's concentration was interrupted as he heard the approach of claws on stone, Spyro scampered quickly across the room towards the older dragon and hopped up onto a large cushion across from the table. The light blue dragon looked up from his book and beamed at Spyro with a warm smile. "Spyro, my young friend. What brings you to seek my counsel today?"

Spyro stood before the wise mentor, his gaze steady and determined. Out of respect for Cynder's privacy he wanted to keep her identity concealed during their conversation.

"Hey Cyril, I was wondering if you could help, I think a friend of mine maybe ill," he said but couldn't bring himself to look into the ice dragon's eyes. Suddenly fighting off waves of against Malefore was not so daunting. "I've noticed changes in their scent, they seem warmer than usual, and there is an alluring aroma emanating from their body. Also, my touch seems to provoke pleasurable reactions from them. That's not normal, is it?"

Cyril listened attentively, his wise eyes filled with understanding. He nodded slowly, "Ah, young Spyro, what you describe is not uncommon among dragons. These changes you perceive may be signs of a dragon entering a phase known as 'heat,' a completely natural process."

Spyro's eyes widened with realization, his voice tinged with both relief and curiosity. "Heat? do they get better? Is there any way to stop it?"

The large dragon peered down at the vibrant purple hero, "Well, it is not something that should be frowned upon young one. It is perfectly natural and should be celebrated. But there is a way to stop it." He said and tried to read the concerned expression on Spyro's snout. "Should a dragon engage in mating during the heat cycle, the physical act itself can provide relief and bring the heat to an early conclusion. The release of certain hormones and the subsequent stimulation of reproductive organs help restore equilibrium within the dragon's body, satisfying the natural instinct driving the heat."

Spyro looked up at the older dragon with confusion. "Mating?"

The older dragon cleared his throat and looked slightly flustered, he tried to keep the conversation as clinical as possible for the young purple dragon. "During mating, male and female dragons come together in a physically manner. The male dragon possesses specialized reproductive organs known as hemipenis, which when inserted into the female they are responsible for delivering sperm to the female's body. The female dragon, likewise, possesses a genital slit, which serves as the entry point for the males hemipenis."

Spyro's eyes widened with intrigue as he absorbed the information, his mind expanding with newfound knowledge.

"The act of mating involves the alignment of the male's shaft with the female's genital slit," Cyril continued, his voice measured and informative. "This union allows for the transfer of sperm from the male to the female, -"

"And this will stop their heat?" Spyro interrupted.

The ice guardian paused, observing Spyro's reaction, and then offered additional insight. "It's important to note, Spyro, that the act of mating requires consent and mutual desire from both dragons involved. It is a sacred bond that should be entered into willingly and respectfully, honouring the trust and -"

"But it will stop them suffering?" Spyro interrupted again, feeling he had the information he needed to save his friend.

With a sigh the older dragon looked down at the enthusiastic purple dragon, "Yes Spyro that will-" before he could finish Spyro had quickly launched off the cushion and ran out the study. Cyril shook his head with a smile, "Always on the move" returning to his books on the ancestry of dragons, his claw skimming down until he found Spyro's name and then across to another on the same level. With an eyebrow raised he looked in the direction where Spyro had run off too, wondering exactly who Spyro was talking about.

Spyro's mind buzzed with newfound knowledge as he swiftly made his way back to Cynder, taking the stairs three at a time as his thoughts were consumed by the understanding he had gained from Cyril and the hope that he could help her through the torture she was enduring, memories of her being controlled by the dark master causing a shiver to run down his spine.

As he finally reached their room, Spyro scampered in, his wings folding against his sides. As he entered their dim room, he was immediately greeted by the heavy, intoxicating scent that permeated the air. The fragrance was thick and heady, filling his senses with a mixture of musk and pheromones, a potent concoction that spoke directly to his primal instincts. The scent seemed to wrap around him, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to contain.

His eyes fell upon Cynder, who was lying on her back in the centre of the nest. Her dark scales shimmering while her chest rose and fell with each breath. The sight of her vulnerability making his slit tighten, her puffy slit on full display, her groin slick with her fluids as she slowly rubbed her folds with her paw, desperate for relief.

He quickly padded his way over to her side and saw her half-lidded eyes look to him. "It's okay, I know how we can fix this" he said, her eyes drifting to his. "Apparently if we mate, it will help you." He said, badly paraphrasing the knowledge that was given to him.

"I can't stand it anymore, it feels good when I touch myself, but it makes it worse." Cynder moaned softly, her paw still tracing her puffy folds, her fluids covering the whole base of her tail and pooling in the crevice of her puckered tailhole.

As Spyro approached Cynder, a surge of desire rippled through his body, causing his shafts to threaten to spill from his slit. His breath quickened as he inhaled the spicy aroma, feeling its effects cascade through his body, stoking the fires of his desire. "Here let me take over" he said and gently moved his paw to her tail base, she gasped at his touch and brought her paw back to her chest, exposing herself to his touch as he slowly moved his paw pads up to her slit.

"Yes..." She whispered softly as his toes ran up the length of her slit, Spyro marvelling at the slick texture of her scales as they were drenched in her juices. The pink inner walls of her slit visible when he gently pulled them back with his toes. He could feel his groin tighten with the sight of her slit, inches away from her puffy slit. He could hear her ragged breathing as he moved his paw up and down her slit, her hips humped hard into his paw as he slowly presses a digit into her. Her body greedily holding onto the invading digit desperately as he continued to rock his paw on her.

"I'm meant to put my shaft in there....and then you will feel better." He said softly.

Cynder's eyes were closed in pleasure at his touch, her mind begging for her release, "please Spyro.... I need you... I need you to make it stop." She begged.

Spyro could see how desperate she had become and knew he had to help, As Spyro carefully positioned himself over Cynder, a surge of desire coursed through his veins, overwhelming his senses. Yet, as he looked at Cynder's alluring form, confusion gnawed at him. He noticed two openings before him--one, the genital slit that seemed to be the source of the captivating scent, and the other, a secondary smaller opening just an inch further down her tail base. He could feel her warmth between his legs as he straddled her body, his slit giving up its last remnants of resistance as his twin barbed lengths spilled out between them. Spyro looked down between them, He knew he had two of these mysterious organs, but now he was confused. There were two different slits on her body, and he had two identical shafts.

"What's wrong?" Cynder gasped urgently, her body awash with the pleasurable feeling of his weight over her.

Spyro swallowed hard before looking back up to her. "I... I have two shafts, but I don't know why I have two." he admitted, regretting not asking further questions from his mentor. "But you have two holes...." he added, stating the obvious.

Cynder moved her front paws up to his shoulders and pulled him close, enjoying his weight and warmth enveloping her. "Use both then? You were always good at puzzles" She whispered into his ear. As Spyro positioned his two lengths over Cynder's openings, a sense of urgency filled the air, mingling with their escalating desires. The overwhelming scent of her heat engulfed him, fuelling his longing to help her in her time of need.

In the midst of their heightened anticipation, Cynder's voice broke through the haze of desire, her tone laced with impatience. "Spyro, please... stop stalling," she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of need and desperation. As Spyro entered Cynder's genital slit with one shaft, the slickness and warmth enveloped him, allowing him to simply slip in. However, as he attempted to penetrate her tailhole, he encountered resistance and she groaned loudly, her whole-body tightening, the walls of her vagina clenching hard on his tip.

Spyro paused, sensing Cynder's discomfort, he felt the right friction of her tailhole as he tried to breach it and he reached down with his paw, gently spreading and massaging the area around her other opening with more of her fluid. Cynder gasped, a mixture of pleasure and relief emanating from her as Spyro's pre-moistened paw offered a slick coating, aiding in the smoothness of their connection. His touch sent shivers of anticipation through her body, preparing her for the joining of their desires.

"Relax, Cynder," Spyro whispered, his voice laden with reassurance.

Cynder took a deep breath, the sensation of one of his shafts only just inside her caused her breathing to be shallow but she tried to let herself go. Spyro adjusted his feet and guided his second length to her tail hole before he applied more pressure, his tapered tip pressed firmly against her tight asshole, with a grunt he felt a jet of pre come out of both his lengths. The shaft already inside her puffy slit squirted its essence to be mixed along with her own fluids, his other shaft that was trying to breach her tighter entrance squirting its helpful juice into her depts. With a quick rock of his hips, he gasped as he felt his second tip gain entrance to her body.

Spyro looked down at Cynder's face, her head thrown back in a combination of bliss and uncertainty as both his cocks were pushed slowly into her, her mouth opening and closing a few times only letting out a soft moan, the stretch of his untested shafts a new sensation to the virgin Cynder.

As Spyro gingerly pulled back, his barbs grazed against the sensitive walls of her passages and caused Cynder to gasp, her moans of ecstasy intertwining with the shudders of pleasure that coursed through her body. The barbs acted as a delicious torment, adding an extra layer of friction that heightened their mating. He paused halfway out and looked to her eyes, "Does it hurt?" His voice genuine, his entire body demanding that he thrust back into the fertile ness and breed her to completion, but he did not want to hurt his friend.

"Don't stop" she gasped and looked to him desperately "Please, don't stop" Cynder instinctively clung to Spyro with her paws, her claws gripping him tightly. Her need for him was insatiable, and she yearned to draw him closer, to merge their bodies even further in their shared pursuit of ecstasy.

As Spyro continued his slow gentle movements, Cynder's voice filled the air with a mix of pleasure and encouragement. Her words, laced with desire, urged him onward, spurring him to push the boundaries of their shared pleasure. "More, Spyro," she moaned, her voice filled with longing. "Deeper.... Please."

Her words fuelled Spyro's passion, emboldening him to push harder. With each thrust, he delved further into the warm inviting holes of her body. The warm, velvety walls of her passages caressed and embraced Spyro's shafts, their tightness gripping him with like the warm embrace of a lover.

The slick walls of her cunt caressed and massaged Spyro's shaft, the rhythmic contractions embracing him with a velvety warmth. The barbs of his shaft, designed to stimulate and intensify their connection, elicited gasps and moans of pleasure from both dragons as the two young lovers became acquainted with this exhilarating new sensation. With the second length now fully inserted, it embarked on its own intimate journey. The stretch and filling sensation intensified within the young female. As Spyro's second length drove into her tailhole, the intricate folds and contours yielded to his determined advance.

As the lengths pumped in unison, Cynder responded with a cry of pleasure. The sensations ricocheted through her, building and intensifying with each thrust. The combined stretch, fullness, and the tantalizing stimulation of the barbs created a feast for their senses.

As Spyro moved within the tender depths of Cynder's body, a genuine concern filled his voice. He gently whispered, "Are you okay, Cynder? Am I hurting you?"

Cynder, lost in the intoxicating sensations that pulsed through her, reassured him with a breathless moan. "No, Spyro, I'm... I'm more than okay. Don't stop," she managed to gasp out between panting breaths. Spyro smiled and made her wail in pleasure as he gave her a hard thrust, followed by another, his instincts guiding him to breeding his young friend.

Spyro's hips rolled with each thrust, his barbs plucking at her walls with each back thrust, drawing her fluids out of her body, only for them to be pushed back in with each thrust of his two cocks. His pre working into her ass to help his movements and before long he was able to pound into her, her elated gasps and wet slaps of their hips filling the room. Cynder looked up at Spyro, the purple dragon surging above her as he drove into her again and again, his yellow wings mantled and slightly unfurled, filling her with a sense of security as he blocked out the world.

He gasped, his voice filled with both awe and desire. "It feels... so good... You feel so good." His gasps were ragged, punctuated by deep, primal moans that resonated from the core of his being.

With each powerful thrust, he lost himself and found her, their climaxes slowly building. He could feel a tug every time he pulled out and looked down between them, at the base of each of his shafts his knots were starting to swell. As he drove back in, he found he had to put a bit more effort behind his thrusts to get them back into her warmth.

"Don't stop" Cynder begged. "Something is coming, something.... I don't know" she gasped, her climax building rapidly with each drive of his barbed lengths, his swelling knots rubbing against her engorged clit as it pressed inside her.

Spyro whispered between breaths, his voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and reverence, "I feel it too. This feels so good. You're so beautiful."

His words were punctuated by deep, guttural moans that escaped his throat. He moved his front paws to her chest and adjusted his angle to drive into her harder, his hips slamming into her with just his knots no longer being able to get into her tight body.

Cynder, caught in the throes of desire, couldn't help but gasp at the sudden change. Her voice, laced with a mix of surprise and anticipation, trembled as she spoke, "Spyro...Yes! Don't hold back..."

As Spyro's efforts increased, the sounds that filled the air took on a new dimension. The wet, slick noises of their bodies moving together mingled with a series of desperate moans and gasps, punctuated by the occasional whimper of pleasure and the soft, guttural sounds that escaped both dragons' lips.

Spyro's knots strained against her entrances of her body, each one desperate to claim the extra few inches of her body that were untouched by his tips. The delicate folds of her anatomy enveloped and caressed the barbed shaft of his penis, the wet slap of his knots creating a tantalizing pressure and an exquisite stretch.

Spyro's instincts took over as he frantically thrust into his friend again and again, his mind filled only with the goal of sealing his knots inside her depths. Cynder threw her head back in bliss as the purple hero rocked her firmly back and forth with each hard thrust. His eyes scrunched up in pleasure as he put more force into his thrusts, she could feel his lengths throbbing inside against her walls.

He felt his climax build in him for the first time and started to roll his hips at the end of every deep thrust, his barbs flaring slightly against her delicate tunnels, stimulating her body to give up her eggs. The fiction of his barbs causing him to groan out in ecstasy and he slammed into her hard one last time, the air was driven out of her lungs with his thrust, and he kept up the pressure, his knots straining against her tight entrances. He clenched his teeth and adjusted his back feet, scrambling for purchase as her holes were already around the widest part of his knots. We a wet slurp, a gasp from him and a cry from her his lengths drove all the way into her body, one length shoved deep into tight her ass while the other held tenderly by wet fleshy walls. Her whole body resorting to her baser instincts as her body rippled and clenched on his shafts as he lost his battle.

The hard length in her snatch pressed firmly against her cervix as it shot a heavy rope of his cum into her womb, his other length joining in and giving her digestive tract a healthy dose of protein. His hips shuddered and rocked against hers as he unloaded the contents of his internal balls deep inside his young friend. Her whole-body twitching and shuddering with each hard pump of liquid, her body greedily suckling on his lengths as his seed claimed her ripe eggs as their own.

"That...... That was amazing." She gasped, his eyes slowly opening to look down at her tender body under him. She reached up around his shoulders and gently pulled him down to her, enjoying the comforting weight of her new mate in her, his wings wrapping around her like a warm blanket while his lengths continued to twitch and jolt inside her milking depths, each shudder another squirt of his life-giving essence into her fertile body, his knots holding strong and not letting a drop go to waste.

Cyril sat on a cushion in his study while deep in thought, a pile of books on his desk open to a large family tree that stretched over many pages. He frowned, having checked the books again and again he still kept coming to the same conclusion. His tail twitched as he pondered the way he should approach the subject with the two cousins who should be in the training room by now.