A Spyro fanfic
Junior sat there in front of his computer, notepad open, the cursor blinking on an empty page. He wanted so much to write his story about Spyro and Ignitus, but couldn't seem to even start. He was unsure if others would find his story good or if he might mess something up. Perhaps something that happened in one of Spyro's games he didn't know about. He was still looking at a blank screen, forepaws wringing nervously when his mate, Drako, wandered in.
"Hi, Bro," greeted the dragon.
Junior looked up. "Hello."
Drako wandered over and hugged the dragryphon, peeking at his computer screen. "What're you doing?"
Junior looked embarassed. "I'm trying to write my Spyro fanfic, but I'm having trouble actually starting." He quickly explained his hesitation.
Drako smiled at Junior, nuzzling some at him. "Don't worry about that, Mate. It'll be fine. It's just a fanfic, after all. Fanfics aren't canon."
Junior giggled. "It'd be nice if this story ended up being canon." He heaved a sigh. "Alright. Curious. Do you think Spyro tastes like grape?"
"Hmm? Because he's purple?" Drako grinned. "Could be."
Junior hee'd at Drako, then started to type.
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Spyro gazed out across the turbulant landscape. Lava flowed haphazardly all over the place, various volcanos spewing the molten rock every which way, belching out equal amounts of smoke.
Even with all this going on, Spyro couldn't help but be occupied with his thoughts, thinking about his impending battle with the Dark Master Malefor. He didn't think it was going to be easy. Ignitus and the other dragons were clearly worried about what would happen if Malefor couldn't be stopped. Being that all the other dragons were large and strong compared to his little self, Spyro was somewhat concerned about how he would be able to defeat such a threat, but constant assurances from Ignitus about how the purple dragon was one of prophecy helped to bolster his courage.
Besides, it wasn't as if he was without allies. Well... an ally. He glanced over his shoulder at Cyndar, the other dragon sleeping peacefully. Well, as peacefully as she could in this enviornment and thoughts of the impending fight. Spyro had insisted that they stop to rest before attempting to take on Malefor, certain it was going to take everything they had.
Cyndar shifted slightly in her sleep and Spyro looked back out across the land. Thoughts about allies and Ignitus put him in a low mood. He missed the older dragon already and not knowing when they would meet again wore at his heart.
Spyro knew that such thoughts were unproductive, so he started to think of the happier times with Ignitus. Particularly the way the older dragon barely controlled his temper dealing with Sparx and the dragonfly's constant complaining. Spyro knew that Sparx really didn't mean it, and that he just liked to complain, and somehow knew that Ignitus was aware of that. As such, the apparent hostility between the two was demoted into being friendly banter, which served a great deal to lift the weight of responsibility being the chosen one off the purple dragon's shoulders.
Spyro continued to follow his chain of memories of Ignitus back, suddenly recalling the most potent memory of all.
Spyro couldn't help but smile dreamly as he recalled.
Spyro had just finished training in one of his many elements with one of the other dragons and went to find Ignitus to find out what to do next. He didn't know where Sparx flew off to, but was certain the dragonfly would return before having to depart on their quest again. The purple dragon wandered over to the cave that Ignitus used as home. As he made his way down the entrance corridor, Spyro failed to note the odd murring and groaning noises coming from within, so lost in his own thoughts as he was.
Needless to say, he was shocked when he rounded the corner to see Ignitus all sprawled out on his back, a forepaw gripped around his lewdly hard shaft, stroking it much to the fire dragon's obvious pleasure. Only now did the murrings and groanings register to Spyro, and he quickly scooted back out of sight, the shocking image seared into his mind.
He tried to sort his feelings and impressions out in order to deal with having caught his friend in such a private position. He knew that such a thing was quite normal for a dragon to do. Indeed, he's does the same thing quite often.
Having cleared that up with himself, Spyro, much to his surprise, found himself beginning to get aroused by the image of Ignitus pleasuring himself. This new sensation took a bit more effort to reason out. Spyro was pretty sure that he enjoyed females. Indeed, he thought that Cyndar would be a good mate for him. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized his affection for Cyndar didn't produce anything resembling arousal. If anything, he liked Cyndar as much as he would a sister.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Ignitus murring out at him. "Hello, Spyro. I can feel you there."
"Uh, er, hi," Spyro returned the greetings, feeling his cheeks burn. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
He heard the older dragon chuckle. "It's alright. I don't mind. I was just thinking about you."
Spyro was speechless. Was Ignitus doing that while thinking about him? Why, that could mean the dragon was gay for him. Learning that was more shocking than finding Ignitus doing his thing in the first place. Spyro sat hard, his brain wrestling with this new input. Because of this, he didn't hear Ignitus pad up behind him, and only noticed the dragon when he nosebumped him.
"Hey, young one. You okay?"
Spyro eeped at the sudden nosebump, sputtering. "Uh, yeah, just fine." Then he made the mistake of looking at Ignitus. Ignitus had sat next to Spyro, the position doing nothing to hide Ignitus' maleness, the thick length semi hard still and quite slick and shiney from the recent activities. Spyro found he couldn't speak anymore.
Ignitus hmmed? and followed Spyro's gaze. "Whoops. Sorry." He didn't exactly sound sorry, nor did he move to hide it. Instead, he looked back at Spyro and inquired. "See something you like, then?"
The sultry tone of the inquiry pulled Spyro out of his daze and he looked back at Ignitus. "I..." He trailed off as his gaze locked with Ignitus'.
Ignitus smiled more as their gazes met. He reached forward with his forepaw and stroked Spyro along his back. "It's okay if you do. I won't tell anyone." He leaned close and licked some at Spyro's muzzle. "I promise."
Spyro unconciously arched into Ignitus' stroking paw, gaze never leaving that of the other dragon. His mind began to calm, things arranging themselves almost of their own accord. He clearly registered the thought that it was okay to be aroused by the sight of another male's cock and it was quite okay to want to touch, stroke, lick, suck on it, and even to let it up his tailhole. It was even acceptable to have the cock's seed spurt in him, though it would be much better to have it spray on his scales. That way he could rub the stuff into them and make them gleam. Indeed, he registered the sensation of Ignitus' paw being slick with the elder dragon's pre, and it was being rubbed into his scales as Ignitus stroked him. The realization only made him murr and arch even more eagerly against the paw.
"Okay," was all he said to Ignitus, feeling his new arousals coursing through his mind. His own member began to slide out and become hard at the lewd strokings.
The presence wasn't lost at all on Ignitus, the dragon reaching under with his freepaw to fondle and stroke Spyro's length. The purple dragon immediately pushed against the rubbing paw, moaning softly as pleasure rose in him.
Suddenly, both paws were gone. He meeped at their disappearance. Ignitus answered with a nuzzle and lick. "Don't worry. We'll play sommore. Preferably, though, in a more private location?" He gestured deeper into his cave.
Spyro swayed slightly where he sat, slowly gazing in the indicated direction. After a moment, Spyro stood up and trotted into Ignitus' cave, the fire dragon following along, his tail swishing with anticipation, pausing long enough to seal off the entrance to his cave to ensure his and Spyro's privacy during their activities.
When Ignitus finished this, he padded quickly deeper in his cave. Upon arriving in the center, he saw Spyro had sprawled out on his back, all fours in the air, hindlegs spread slightly, exposing his erect dragonhood in in all its glory. As Ignitus grew closer, Spyro perked, then smiled between his forelimbs at the fire dragon, eyes half lidded.
Ignitus smiled back at the purple dragon, laying on his side close to him, moving a forepaw up to stroke along the younger dragon's shaft, Spyro reacting with a loud moan and arching into the older dragon's paw. Pre was already dribbling out of the purple dragon's shaft, a sign of his high level of arousal. Ignitus murred deeply, the slick pre making his strokings slick and smooth. The fire dragon's own cock was dribbling pre, too, as it throbbed.
Spyro wiggled under the older dragon's attentions against him, soaring in his arousal, the thoughts that another male was lewdly pleasuring him so only enhanced the moment. He tracked down Ignitus with his pleasured gaze, about to comment on how good the other dragon's actions felt, but when he met Ignitus' gaze, the dragon glanced down at his own hard cock, and Spyro followed the glance, finding himself entranced by the sight of it. Spyro felt desire and hunger climb in himself, and he even started to drool a little. Presently, he had enough sense to lick it up, but still remained enticed by the sight of Ignitus' malehood.
Ignitus saw the obvious signs of Spyro's desire for his member and smiled. Deciding to indulge the smaller dragon, he stood up, positioning his dripping shaft over the sprawled purple dragon, his efforts rewarded by a whining moan from Spyro. Spyro, so eager to feel and taste the fire dragon's rod, didn't even wait for Ignitus to stop moving before wrapping both his forepaws around it and start stroking, lashing his tongue out and gliding it against the other dragon's cock, paying most of his attention to the pre spewing tip. Ignitus moaned softly at Spyro's touches, then lowered his shaft onto Spyro, the younger dragon wriggling about, his chest and tummy scales grinding pleasantly against Ignitus' length.
Spyro squirmed about happily, certain he was in heaven as he lapped and stroked the shaft of the older dragon, his face soon soaked in the older dragon's pre. Soon, Ignitus was humping his shaft against Spyro, the length sliding between the purple dragon's chest and tummy scales and his clinging paws, but most noticibly against his shaft. Spyro shuddered helplessly and began to spurt out a constant stream of his pre against Ignitus' shaft as it slid against him. Much to his increased delight, Spyro felt Ignitus' pre bathe him in its slickness as the fire dragon's tip slid back and forth along with his shaft as Ignitus humped at him.
At some point, Ignitus reigned himself in, reluctant to let the fun end so soon. He flopped over onto his side again next to Spyro, seeing the disappointed look in the purple dragon's otherwise pleasured gaze. Before Ignitus could say anything, Spyro took the initiative and wriggled about so he could get to Ignitus' shaft again, still driven by his unsated hunger and desire. Much to Ignitus' delight, he felt the purple dragon unhesitatingly taking his length into his mouth, sucking greedily on it, headbobbing, forepaws pawwing at whatever part of the fire dragon's cock he couldn't fit in his muzzle. Ignitus moaned helplessly as he was sucked.
Spyro panted best he could through his nose as his muzzle, much to his unexpected delight, was filled with massive dragon cock. As he drank the other dragon's constant offering of pre and licked and tasted along the shaft, a part of him wondered how he could've lived so long without experiencing this pleasure, a pleasure that would most certainly have him coming back for more. With that thought, he was instantly grateful to Ignitus for opening this new door for him, and allowing him to experience it, too. He moaned again, this time as he felt the fire dragon's tongue against him. Although, unexpectedly, it wasn't his shaft the dragon was licking, but rather his hindpaw. He wriggled his digits in glee, happy to have earned such treatment from the older dragon.
Ignitus echoed the younger dragon's moans and purring, absently leaning down to lick at Spyro. He intended to generally lick anywhere, but found he wanted to lick at the sexy dragon's equally sexy hindpaws. He selected one and lapped at it, pleased at Spyro's equally pleased reactions. The purple dragon spreading his hindpaw digits allowed Ignitus access between them and he took complete advantage of this. After a moment, he moved to the other hindpaw, licking it much the same way. He kept licking at the hindpaws, enjoying them nearly as much as he enjoyed Spyro's suckings and lickings.
Lost in bliss, Spyro failed to notice when Ignitus quit slurping at his hindpaws, and failed to feel the other dragons paws on his sides. But his blissful world came crashing down when, with a slurping pop, Ignitus pulled Spyro from his cock. Spyro immediately protested, trying to scramble back over to the other dragon's delicious meat. But Spyro was helpless to stop Ignitus and found himself atop the other dragon's chest and tummy, facing him. Spyro whimpered.
Chuckling, Ignitus reassured him, "It's okay, Spyro. You liked it in your front end, so I'm sure you'd like it in your back end."
Spyro immediately ceased his whinings and protests, returning Ignitus' loving gaze. He nodded, tail wriggling in anticipation.
"But first, I want to use some of this," He showed Spyro a tube of some sort. "It's a sort of anestetic liquid. Although, it's more than that. In case you haven't noticed, my member is larger than you are. This liquid will prevent any sort of damage to your interior as a result of our mating. Also, it adds lubrication, making penetration easier." He smirked, feeling the amount of pre dribbling from his cock. "Although, I don't think I need any more lube."
Spyro remained sprawled where Ignitus placed him. He shrugged, murrmurring, "I don't care what you want to do... just, let me feel your cock in me again."
Looking shocked at such a statement from his friend, Ignitus nosed Spyro. "You okay?"
The purple dragon nodded, "Yeah. I'm having a great time. But enough talk. Either use that stuff now, or I'm going to continue without it."
Not wanting Spyro to be injured, therefore regret later what has happened, Ignitus moved to smear the stuff on his shaft. But, again, Spyro surprised him. "Stupid dragon," he accused, snatching the stuff from the fire dragon. "That's my job!" Ignitus' surprise quickly gave way to more pleasure at Spyro working the stuff along his shaft. "Good point," he moaned.
Soon satisfied, Spyro haphazardly tossed the tube away, turned around, then pushed himself back on the slick shaft of Ignitus, moaning lustily as it penetrated him, spreading him lewdly. The sheer size difference forced Spyro to take it slowly, despite his eagerness, but soon found himself bumping against Ignitus' sheath. Spyro noticed in passing that the stuff, indeed, eliminated the pain one would normally associate with being stuffed so, but it didn't do anything to decrease the associated pleasant sensation of being stuffed. Indeed, Spyro felt he could possibly sleep in this position, sprawled atop Ignitus, the dragon's delightfully hard cock enclosed within him. After a moment of enjoying the sensations coming from his tailhole, Spyro braced himself with all fours and started to pull off, moaning and panting helplessly as Ignitus' length ground against his insides, the pre and lube making everything delightfully slick. By the time Spyro reached the tip of the shaft, he was fully used to the girth, and eagerly sped up until he was riding it at a steady pace.
Ignitus purred up at Spyro as the purple dragon rode his shaft, the sensation of Spyro's insides sliding slickly against his length and the sight of the other dragon so obviously enjoying himself as he fucked himself on the older dragon's length making him climb higher in his arousal, closing in quickly on his peak. As he lies there under Spyro, Ignitus reaches up with a forepaw, placing it so that Spyro's riding movements simultaneously thrust his cock pleasantly into Ignitus' forepaw, the thrustings as smooth and slick as Spyro's ridings, thanks to the pre deposited on the paw earlier. Ignitus moves his other forepaw up to pet along Spyro's neck, Spyro pushing up against it, eyes closed in increasing bliss.
Spyro could feel himself reach his peak. As a result, his movements became erratic, and this made Ignitus aware of Spyro's eruption, too. Grinning, Ignitus murred out, "That's it, Spyro. Cum all over my scales with your hot seed." He also switched his forepaws, using the pre soaked one to stroke Spyro's neck.
Spyro gasped, the lewd comments from Ignitus plus the feel of even more pre being rubbed into his scales caused him to explode all over the happily murring Ignitus' tummy and chest scales, and even some on the stroking forepaw under him. As he rode his climax, he felt himself start to wobble unsteadily on his paws under the power of his orgasm. But then he felt Ignitus' paws on him, steadying him with assuring strength. The way said paws squished against him through the layer of pre squirted on him earlier made Spyro's climax increase in intensity, and he continued to cum on Ignitus.
Ignitus smiled blissfully at Spyro as the other dragon coated him with his hot seed, pleasantly surprised at how much the other dragon had to offer. After a blissful while, Spyro calmed down, sprawling on the other dragon, purring as he squished into the mess atop him.
Spyro happily nuzzled into the messy dragon's chest. "Oh... oh, my. Thank you, Ignitus... That was the greatest experience ever..."
Ignitus continued to stroke Spyro, his cock throbbing in the purple dragon as he admire the way the various liquids made Spyro's scales shine. "I enjoyed it, too, Spyro. I wish I'd done it sooner, but you weren't of the appropriate age."
Spyro wished it could've been done earlier, too, despite his age. "You enjoyed it? But you didn't cum."
Ignitus grinned. "Is it necessary for me to, in order for you to be assured I enjoyed it?"
Spyro nuzzled again. "I just think it'd be fair."
Ignitus nodded. "Okay, but you have to stimulate me further. I've backed away from my peak somewhat."
Spyro nodded, pulling himself from the large shaft in him, then sliding his whole body atop the length, starting to slide himself slickly along it. "Is this going to work?"
Ignitus started to hump against Spyro again. "Mmmm... yes, I believe so."
Both dragons moaned helplessly as Spyro slid his whole self against the hardness that was Ignitus' cock, the purple dragon's cock also present and grinding against the red dragon's meat. Ignitus soon reached his peak, then let himself go over it into his climax, shaft shooting his own seed on himself, the sensation increasing the strength of his orgasm. After only a couple of seconds, he felt Spyro move around and he peeked at him, finding that the purple dragon had climbed off his shaft and positioned himself so that the fire dragon's seed showered on him, coating him from head to tailtip in the cum. Even Spyro's hindpaws were coated. All his scales glistened, and this caused Ignitus to cum more, emptying himself fully onto Spyro and himself.
Finally, with a heavy grunt, Ignitus spurted out the last of his cum for the moment, relaxing under Spyro as he recovered from his orgasm. While he was resting, he noticed that Spyro had reburied his rod in him, and was now purring happily and resting, too, stuffed with Ignitus. Ignitus smiled and reached up to stroke Spyro, both along his back and gingerly at his member, which was also quite hard still.
Spyro nosed at his friend, now lover. "That was fun, but I'm exhausted."
Ignitus nodded. "That's to be expected. Feel free to take a nap." No sooner did he say this than a quiet snore drifted up from Spyro. Ignitus grinned and continued his strokings, minus those against the now-sleeping dragon's shaft, until, he, too, napped.
***
Spyro continued to stare out into the landscape, eyes returning from far away as his memory faded. He smirked slightly to himself as one more thing occured to him. When he woke up after his nap, he was shocked, surprised, and quite disgusted in what had happened, and the feel of Ignitus' cock in him. Upon registering this, the purple dragon extricated himself from the predicament and stumbled away best he could.
Ignitus had felt the movements of the younger dragon and asked what was the matter, whereupon Spyro cried and scolded Ignitus for what had happened. Spyro even tried to blame Ignitus for hypnotizing him, but Ignitus simply, calmly, claimed that he couldn't do such a thing and that Spyro participated in their sex of his own free will.
Spyro's tirade was brought to a screeching halt at this claim. Ignitus used this moment to assure Spyro that what they did was okay, and that no one needed to find out, the fire dragon promising not to tell anyone. During Ignitus' talk, Spyro was remembering the details of what had happened, and realized that he did, indeed, enjoy it, and of his own free will. Once he realized that, the turmoil in his mind settled like it did before.
Spyro closed his eyes as he remembered how his acceptance of what he liked led to a sleepless night of experiencing just how much he liked it. Spyro finally relaxed as those images played through his head, and he didn't even realize when he finally drifted off, thoughts of Ignitus' absence and the battle with Malefor forgotten in the heat of his memories.