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**A The Legend of Spyro Fanfiction:

The Lewd of Spyro

Chapter 1**

_by RVasil

Commissioned by: Alex523_

Ignitus awoke that morning tired.

His sleep usually involved either dreamless sleeps or the occasional nightmare that consisted of his worst fears happening: that he failed in his duties in regards to Spyro and that the Dark Master succeeded in his plans in conquering the Dragon Realms. But his sleep as of late had changed. It went from being peaceful to restless. It wasn't uncommon for the dragon to wake up in the cold dead of the night and it would take about an hour of tossing and turning to lull himself back to sleep.

The source of his problem made it well known when he got off the bed and felt something hang in the air. A quick glance down informed him of what it was.

The dragon let out a frustrated sigh. He woke up, once again, with a raging erection.

It was understandable however.

Despite Ignitus wanting to view himself as a dragon of discipline, focus, and commitment, he was still that: a dragon, and was still subjected to the whims and natural tendencies of any other dragon there was. The need to breed was as natural as the need to breathe. It was a part of life. Looking back on it, it made sense why he was that way. The last time Ignitus had proper company was back before the rise of the Dark Master. Ever since then, it was always one thing after the other. There was never a moment of peace where he could just sit back and attend to his more carnal needs. With Spyro showing up, it only made it clear that he had more pressing things to prioritize. He was either trying to survive against the forces of the Dark Master, save those who were in trouble, or impart important knowledge to Spyro to ensure that the Prophecy of the Purple Dragon would come true.

He was a busy dragon and he was well aware that his role as Spyro's teacher was important.

It was why Ignitus decided that his need to breed needed to wait. Ignitus would only allow himself to relax once everything was taken care of.

Ignitus took calm and collected breaths, focusing his mind on the tasks at hand. Slowly, but surely, he felt his erection recede back into his body, enough to the point that it was barely noticeable. A grunt followed by a gentle shake of his quarters and he felt the haze of lust in his brain dissipate once more. He was ready to face the day. The dragon stepped out of his room and proceeded down the hall. He racked his brain for what was on his schedule. Today was his turn to teach Spyro, which was why the dragon made a beeline towards the dojo. Upon arrival however, he was surprised to see that no one was there.

“Spyro?"

Ignitus's voice reverberated across the stone walls. The dragon took a glance behind the storage shed that was in the area and found it empty, save for the weapons they used for training. It was bright and early in the morning. The purple dragon that was his student was nowhere to be found. Ignitus stood there, thinking for a bit and wondering where Spyro could be. He was late. A rare occurrence for Spyro. If he wasn't at the Training Dojo, then Spyro could only be in one location: his room. Ignitus took a brisk walk to that side of the temple, arriving shortly there after.

The dragon gently knocked on the door, finding it to slowly open ajar.

“Spyro? Are you here?"

Ignitus peeked his head through and was greeted to the sight of the purple dragon resting lethargically on the bed. The young dragon had grown considerably in a short time span. Gone was the small dragon he ran into back at the swamps that fateful day and was instead replaced by a more mature looking dragon. Spyro was twice his previous size and twice as heavier. His wings had fully grown, letting him fly for longer periods of time unlike before. His purple scales were brighter and more saturated with color. By all accounts he was a young adult by now, able to make his own decisions and make his own choices. Give it another season or so and Spyro would become just as large as the Guardians currently were. Ignitus couldn't help but admire Spyro's physique, taking note of how well he grew to be his own dragon. As if sensing that he was staring, Spyro rolled onto his side, exposing his backside fully to the Guardian. All the training and physical labor he went through bore fruit as his asscheeks looked perfect. Ignitus could only imagine what it would be like to feel those bubbly cheeks caress his raging erection.

As soon as the sentence registered in his mind, the dragon physically recoiled in response. Ignitus blinked for a few moments, taking a step back to compose his thoughts. Where did that come from? This was Spyro he was thinking about like this. It was very inappropriate. But his body seemed to disagree as the dirty thought lingered in his brain, going so far as to multiply. Tried as he might, Ignitus was unable to stop himself from imagining how Spyro would take his cock. Would the dragon even be able to take all of him? The image of the purple dragon struggling to take the entirety of his length with his mouth was enough to send a shiver down Ignitus's spine. It went through him, going all the way down his loins. The familiar sensation of his cock stirring alarmed him.

Ignitus had enough presence of mind to focus. This was not the time nor the place to be thinking of such things. He shook his head, as if trying to physically throw away the intrusive thoughts. Ignitus focused on the task at hand and loudly knocked on the door and cleared his throat.

“Spyro? Are you in there? You're late for your training."

The noise he made was loud enough to stir the sleeping dragon. What followed was a flurry of activity, coupled with low curses and incessant apologizing from the purple dragon that happened to oversleep. Ignitus waited patiently outside, mentally amused but maintained an air of authority. It was a minute or so later when Spyro walked out of the door, still continuing to apologize profusely. Ignitus noted that there was a hint of dried drool still visible on Spyro's maw. He met Spyro's eyes and Ignitus tapped his own chin. Spyro was confused at first, but then mimicked him, and then proceeded to quickly wipe off the dried drool out of embarrassment.

“Good morning, Spyro."

“Good morning to you too, Ignitus. Sorry again for oversleeping."

“I think I believed you after the tenth time you said it. Just don't make it a habit."

Spyro nodded and the two headed towards the training dojo. Spyro led the way, bouncing with endless energy after his good night's rest. Ignitus at the back remained quiet, watching Spyro happily prance around. His eyes scanned over the dragon and much like earlier, began to look at places where he normally didn't: mainly Spyro's ass. The way his hips moved. The way the dragon's tail swayed. Hiding behind it was the pink hole that was inviting him in. It enthralled Ignitus. He was staring so intently that he didn't realize Spyro was talking to him about something.

“...so what do you think? Ignitus?"

The dragon blinked, going back to reality. He did it again. He was thinking about Spyro in very lecherous ways once more. “I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

“I was asking if it would be alright with you if we could spar after our elemental lesson."

Sparring involved fighting one-on-one. It was training meant to help a dragon fight without the use of their elemental attacks. “Spar? Oh, uh, sure, of course. I'd be happy too."

Ignitus continued to follow Spyro to the dojo all the while concerned for his own thoughts. He hoped that his training session with Spyro this morning would keep his mind distracted. Enough for him to stop thinking about his student in such a way. It didn't. It made it worse. Spyro had this habit of bending over whenever he was focusing. It was harmless and something Ignitus never really thought much about until now. He couldn't stop eyeing the dragon's ass cheeks. Spyro would shake it back and forth, swaying his tail to go along with it. He did so often that Ignitus wondered if the dragon was doing it to torture him. Ignitus began to knead the ground out of stress. There was a push and pull inside of him and one was clearly winning over the other when he began to listen intently to the arguments either side was making.

Spyro was his student. Spyro was a dragon that needed his guidance, not his thick throbbing cock shoved up Spyro's cute little butt. But Spyro was also his own dragon now. Old enough to make his own decisions and choices. Spyro wasn't the same young dragon that ran into him on that fateful day in the swamp that Ignitus seemed keen to keep thinking of him as such.

Ignitus also knew that he needed to get these thoughts out of his head. There were countless lessons he needed to impart, many techniques to be taught, and important advice that needed to be given. He needed to think of all the ways to train Spyro, not all the ways to rail him with his cock and fill him to bursting with his white hot seed. The dragon let out an irritated sigh. The harder he tried to get Spyro out of his mind, the more his mind refused to forget. Each train of thought that went through his head devolved into breeding Spyro one way or the other. His own desire to breed had gotten so bad that it was now clouding his judgment. The sooner he could get this out of his system, the sooner he could…

“Ignitus?"

Ignitus was pulled out of his mental dilemma. In front of him was Spyro standing in front of three burning dummies that magically dissipated soon after. “Yes?"

“I've finished with the exercises." Spyro bounced up and down, stretching his body. His youth and exuberance wasn't lost on Ignitus. “Can we spar now?"

“Alright, young dragon. Prepare yourself."

“I'm always ready."

“I'll make sure that you are."

The two sparred. Spyro for his part did well. He was a fast learner, able to bob and weave the different swipes and tail attacks that Ignitus threw at him. Ignitus normally went easy on Spyro, due in part as he didn't want to hurt the dragon and this was a sparring match not a life or death situation. But for this one time, Ignitus's headspace was somewhere else. His desire for Spyro was affecting his judgment. In that particular instance, all he wanted was to pin Spyro down and take him as his.

The resulting scuffle ended with Ignitus and Spyro's body coiled together. The older dragon's chest was pressed into the younger dragon's shoulder blades between his smaller wings. Ignitus was in full control, having bit down on Spyro's neck. Gently enough to not draw blood but firm enough to hold him in place. Spyro knew it was a move to immobilize opponents.

Spyro fought valiantly, but Ignitus didn't seem like he was playing around today. “I yield, I yield."

Ignitus however remained quiet outside of his heavy breathing. The position they were in was perfect. He was effectively mounting Spyro, with the purple dragon's tail being moved away to give him unfettered access to the dragon's ass. The warmth of the body next to him, the thoughts of breeding clouding his judgment, coupled with the closeness momentarily short circuited his brain. There in that moment, his excitement came back in full force. Any semblance of it being meditated away was just a fantasy. It told him to rub his lower half against the tight-looking backside that had been plaguing his mind for the entirety of the day.

“Ignitus?" Spyro asked, feeling something warm radiate itself near his hindlegs. “Is everything…" That was when he felt the warm throbbing piece of flesh, accompanied by Ignitus's hot heavy breaths against the back of his neck. The dragon didn't have to look back, not that he could, to know what it was and what was on Ignitus's mind.

“Ignitus, we probably shouldn't…"

But whatever Spyro was going to say was cut off. It morphed into a long drawn out moan when Ignitus aligned his cock with Spyro's ass and pushed. Spyro didn't know what Ignitus's cock looked like but he could feel it. And it was incredibly big. Bigger than his, Spyro allowed himself to think before his brain shut off in an effort to mitigate the sensations he felt. It was like shoving the log of a tree up his ass. Except said log was three times thicker than it normally was. Spyro could feel Ignitus's cock didn't have ridges, bumps or any physically distinguishing features on his length. What he could feel was how warm it was. Heat radiated from it. Its warmth was akin to basking in the sun on a cool summer day. Warm enough to heat the scales but not too much to be painful. The heating effect helped dull Spyro's senses and in turn helped Ignitus keep pushing himself inward. The pain dulled soon after, switching to that of pleasure. Spyro himself was getting excited by all of this. His own cock slipped out of its sheath and into the open air. It was soon leaking copious amounts of pre on the floor.

Ignitus had enough presence of mind to ease himself in slowly. He didn't want to hurt Spyro after all, but after hearing the sounds of the dragon moaning underneath him, it looked like his concern wasn't warranted. Even more so since Ignitus could feel Spyro actually pushing back against him. The dragon wanted more of his cock. Ignitus was more than happy to give him what he wanted. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Ignitus's length disappeared into the dragon a size smaller than he was. Spyro could feel the sheer size of it inside him. He could even feel it throb and twitch, in tune to Ignitus's beating heart. It was a testament to dragon physiology that such a feat was possible. Even more so that it was pleasurable to both parties.

The room was filled with low moans, heavy breathing, and deep grunts. Ignitus's length was buried into Spyro's bum. Not all of it, as Ignitus stopped shy of the knot that was now rapidly inflating at the base of his cock. Spyro below him was reduced to a blubbering mess. The dragon struggled to form coherent sentences. It seemed having a cock shoved up his ass made it hard to think. Not that Spyro wanted to anyway. He was enjoying this just as much as Ignitus was. After the beat, Ignitus moved his hips. He pulled out, almost going so far to pull Spyro back along with him. The grip of the purple dragon's ass was impeccable. It clung to him like a horny female in heat. Ignitus knew deep inside him that he was going to enjoy fucking this ass.

With a strong, dominant paw, Ignitus gently pushed Spyro's head to the ground, looming over and dwarfing his comparatively smaller lover. He boxed Spyro in, his hindlegs on either side to make sure the dragon wasn't going anywhere. He had the dragon's wings folded to make space for him. Ignitus couldn't help but grind his length against Spyro in sheer anticipation. It only made the purple dragon shiver. Spyro knew what was going to happen next. It only made the dragon's ass twitch in excitement as well.

After taking a deep breath, Ignitus proceeded to fuck Spyro. This time, any semblance of being gentle was nonexistent. The Fire Guardian was gone and was replaced by a dragon whose eyes had now glossed over. Guided by instinct, it only told him one thing: to breed. Spyro held his tongue. He swore he saw stars the moment Ignitus inserted himself back in. He couldn't even reflect on the fact as Ignitus pulled back out once more. The feeling of emptiness was fleeting as Ignitus proceeded to go back in. In and out, back and forth, the larger dragon began to build a steady rhythm that rocked Spyro back and forth. He did his best to remain quiet, but when Ignitus's pace quickened and his thrust became stronger, it was impossible not to. Spyro cried out loudly, his voice echoing across the empty halls of the dojo and no doubt across the temple. His eyes threatened to roll towards the back of his skull. Ignitus was a beast, using him as if he was nothing more than a toy. Spyro was going to cry out once again as the pleasure was overwhelming him but Ignitus, perhaps having a momentary grip on reality, quickly silenced him by shutting his maw tight with his free paw. Spyro's cries were muffled from here on out, overshadowed by the loud grunting Ignitus was doing. He was effectively pounding Spyro into the ground, each thrust sending shockwave after shockwave into the dragon's smaller frame. Ignitus's knot kept knocking against Spyro's ass, threatening to spread the dragon even further than he already was.

Spyro felt his cock throb. He did his best to hold himself back but the pleasure of being fucked senseless was too much, even for him. His cock spasmed and cum erupted. It sprayed onto the temple floor, painting the dull featureless surface with his white hot seed. His cries of pleasure were muffled by Ignitus's grip on his maw. The dragon's entire body was rocked with the ejaculation. It was unlike anything Spyro had ever experienced before. His balls practically emptied themselves right then and there. Throughout all of it, Ignitus was relentless, taking it as his cue to keep going and keep pounding ever so harder. He himself was close. Close to the release he had been yearning for for so long. Ignitus's balls were slapping so hard and so often against Spyro's ass that it now left a visible mark on it.

Ignitus felt his cock twitch and his balls churn. His pace shifted to being erratic. He lost control soon after. With one mighty thrust, Ignitus buried himself as hard as he could into Spyro, and connected the both of them with his inflated knot. The dragon let out a guttural roar as he emptied what was effectively years of pent up isolation and frustration into his younger lover. White hot seed spurted from his throbbing cock and filled all the space Spyro's body could offer. Spyro, clinging on for dear life underneath him, felt his body balloon as Ignitus's cum filled him to the brim. Warmth radiated from his body and Spyro could feel it gushing inside of him. The tight knot sealed it all inside. Ignitus came for what felt like an eternity.

Spyro laid there, content to just relax on the floor. His head felt like it was swimming in the ocean. Neither spoke for a bit, content to just catch their breath after what was an explosive orgasm from either side. It was Ignitus however that spoke first.

“Spyro?" Ignitus blinked. It was like he was able to see clearly again for the first time.

“Oh hey, Ignitus," Spyro said, finding his voice once more. “I think I'm just going to rest here…that knot is…" He felt a shiver go down his spine. Ignitus's knot was still ever present inside him.

“Spyro!" he cried out. Ignitus saw the bite mark that was on Spyro's neck. Having his mind now free from the grip of his lust, it now occurred to Ignitus what he had succumbed to. He looked down and saw that his cock was rammed straight up Spyro's ass and while it felt like the greatest thing in the world, he realized that that was not where it remotely should have been. “Spyro! What…are you…did I…Oh, Ancestors, what have I done?!"

Spyro managed to turn himself around to face Ignitus, which wasn't easy given they were still tied. “Ignitus, what are you talking about?"

“I have failed you, Spyro," Ignitus said, finding it difficult to meet Spyro's gaze. “I am sorry. I did my best to not let my urges take over but when I bit you, I smelled you and I lost control and…"

Spyro cut him off. “Ignitus, it's alright."

“W-what?"

“I said, it's alright," Spyro repeated. “I was the one that asked to spar with you, remember?"

“But Spyro, this isn't sparring, this is something else entirely!"

“I know." The dragon let out a knowing smile. “I would've stopped you if I wanted you to stop."

Ignitus blinked. The statement caught the dragon off guard. “But I could have hurt you."

“But you didn't," Spyro responded firmly. “I'm not a young dragon anymore, Ignitus. I'm not as innocent as you think I am. I have urges just as much as you do. I saw that you were distracted with other things this morning and I thought about trying to see what I can do about it."

Now this threw the dragon for a loop. It was like he was seeing Spyro in a very different light in quite a long time. “Y-you knew that I was staring at you?"

Spyro let out a light chuckle. “You weren't exactly subtle about it. So I figured to give you a bit more of a show by bending over since you kept staring at my ass." Spyro leaned forward to close the gap between him and Ignitus. “Relax, alright? I've actually wanted this for a while now. I enjoyed myself. I hope you did too."

Ignitus found himself blushing, which was such an uncanny feeling. He was acting like a young virile male who only just did the deed for the first time. He let out a light laugh. “It seems I am a student today, Spyro." He smiled at him. “And yes, I did. Very much." Given their close proximity, Spyro took the chance to plant a kiss on Ignitus's maw. The dragon was surprised at the act but returned the favor. The two shared another connection. It was short, brief, but meaningful for either.

“Kissing isn't too weird, is it?" Spyro asked after they parted.

“I like it a lot actually."

Given that Ignitus's knot wasn't deflating anytime soon, they weren't going to be moving about. Ignitus felt content instead to just lay next to Spyro, using his wings to cover both of them. Spyro let out a light purr, snuggling up closer to Ignitus. While a part of him struggled to accept the fact, Ignitus had to admit that Spyro brought good points. He was his own dragon, capable of making his own decisions. Ignitus made a mental note to ask the dragon later how long had he been having such thoughts about his teacher. Ignitus thought for a bit and realized that instead of sparring, they instead ended up fucking. It was a clear misuse of time and he felt awful about it, but Ignitus also realized that there was no point in training if you weren't living; balance was important. It was better to treasure each moment of time they had. The fact that this happened in the first place was because he wasn't attending to his personal matters.

Ignitus now realized he had been a bit too stuck up for his own good. Spyro really was teaching him things in his own special way.

It was quiet in the training dojo and Ignitus felt himself slowly being lulled to sleep. But his drowsiness was momentarily broken when Spyro spoke up.

“Ignitus?"

“Yes?" “If this is my punishment for being late, I hope you don't mind me being late more often."

Ignitus let out a chuckle. “Don't make it a habit, Spyro. Besides, there are still important lessons I need to teach you as part of your training."

“Do they involve this?"

“Already looking forward to the next time?"

“You really think we'd be able to go back to just regular sparring sessions with each other after this?" As if to emphasize his point, Spyro clenched his asscheeks, squeezing Ignitus's knot. The dragon shivered, feeling his cock twitch as a jolt of pleasured traveled across Ignitus's body.

The Fire Guardian took a moment to compose himself. “Alright, young dragon. Know that you're the one that asked." Ignitus allowed himself a mischievous smile. “You better prepare yourself."

“I'm always ready."

“I'll make sure that you are."