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If one were to fly over the beaches of Seashell Shore, they might see two interesting creatures lying on a blanket on the warm sand.
A dragon stretched out on his back, light sky blue underbelly exposed to the sun. His limbs were covered in dark royal blue scales that dappled to black along his back and neck before meeting at sky blue ridges from his tail to his head. His wings were spread, the radius of the wings the same royal blue, with the spines a lighter cobalt, and the membranes that stretched between them sky blue.
This dragon had yellow hair, fringe hanging into his red eyes and the rest held back by segmented tan horns, which curved back and up in a traditional shape--closer to a goat’s horns than a ram’s.
He wore a scarf around his neck, a silken soft piece of red fabric that curled around his neck and hung loosely over his body. He idly played with it with one claw on his foreleg, letting the smooth fabric slip between the pads of his paw.
His tail curled beside him, thick at the base of his spine but tapering to a thin point at the end with a spade. It was covered in the same royal blue scales, with soft yellow fins creating the spade at the tip.
His back legs, stretched out before him, were similar to his forelegs - scales becoming lighter, to cobalt blue, where his feet were clawed animal-like paws.
This dragon was named Bolt, and he was about to embark on the largest quest he’d ever faced in his eighteen years.
But we’ll get to that.
If you looked closer, Bolt wasn’t alone on this beach. A fairy was nuzzling between his spread legs, enjoying the sun with him. This fairy, his friend Krystal, wasn’t content to simply bask in the warmth, however. She was touching him with some clear purpose, not caring that her short blue dress had hiked up and was exposing her bare ass to the otherwise empty beach.
Krystal was shorter than Bolt, but not by much--he was still a maturing dragon, and stood only at 4 feet tall. From tail to horns, 6 and a half. Not much to strike fear into anyone’s heart, but large enough to tower over the 2 foot tall fairy--when she stood on the ground, anyways.
Krystal was a short, stout humanoid, her dress hiding thick thighs and breasts. Her hair, tied back in a braid that crowned her head, was a golden blonde, while her eyes were green and locked onto the sheath that rested between the dragon’s legs.
She rubbed against Bolt, her fingers sliding from the scales on his hip to the smoother, softer scales of his stomach and crotch. Her touch went in small circles around his underbelly, expertly avoiding his sheath, dancing closer and closer. She teased the edge of his slit, pressing just enough to feel his cocks hardening beneath. Without needing to look, she slipped her fingers into the moist slit, brushing her fingertips against his hemipenis, just millimeters away from the sensitive tips. She smirked at him as she avoided touching where he was craving, so, so close without actually putting her fingers on the spots that made Bolt groan and grow instantly hard.
“Come on,” Bolt groaned, his head lolling back in agonizing pleasure.
She felt around for his sweet spot, a particularly sensitive part of his cocks just beneath the heads that she’d found during a very fun blowjob--and pressed one finger against it lightly before pulling back. She smirked as his cocks swelled and grew against her touch.
Bolt groaned as his cocks emerged, the flared tips of the hemipenis peeking out before the twin cocks grew to their full thirteen inches, each rounding into a bulbous knot before connecting at the base. The tips were vaguely heart-shaped, ringed with small nubs. A medial ring sat on each cock at about six inches down, smooth dark blue standing out against the blue skin of his cocks. Connected to the head by pulsating veins that ran the length of his shaft, the bulbous knots encircled his dick, extending just slightly from the base of the twin cocks.They were dark pink and round, waiting to be used to tie either of the cocks into a willing womb.
“Perfect, nice and ready,” Krystal cooed as she stroked his cocks, one in each hand. Her wings shimmered at her back as she raised herself up, hovering over him. “Now, which one should I take?”
“Could always try for both,” Bolt replied with a smirk.
She gave him a level stare. His cocks were as long as and thicker than her arm, and it was always a struggle to get just one inside her.
He chuckled. “Take the lower one. You had the upper one last time, so it’s only fair.”
She grinned at him before spreading her legs and lowering herself onto his thick cock. She was stopped almost immediately, his cock head too blunt and big to enter her. She rocked back and forth on him, her own arousal making his cock slippery. She shivered as she reached her first orgasm, her tiny clit rubbing the head of his cock.
The orgasm made her wet enough that a few of the nubs around his cockhead could slip into her, but the wide tip of his cock was still just too big for her small fairy body. She kept moving, though, gasping and groaning as she rubbed herself to a second orgasm, making her pussy so, so slick, but he still wasn’t inside her!
She whimpered and moved one hand to her pussy, trying to spread it open wide enough. He felt her folds part for him, felt the wet heat of her pussy directly against the head of his cock, but it still wasn’t enough for him to push inside. His tip was almost exactly as big as her opening, and it was a pleasurable frustration for them both.
She kept grinding against him, intent on a third orgasm, when he suddenly entered her fast --sliding into her at a pace that made her gasp. She slipped down to take his head in her, and she kept moving, grinding on him as she sank lower. She only made it to just a quarter of his length before stopping. “That’s...that’s about all I can take.”
“You can do more,” he urged. He rested his forepaws on her hips, pushing her down, inch by slow inch as she panted and moaned at the pleasure of being so, so stretched.
“I--oh fuck , Bolt, I don’t--” But even as she protested, she was so wet and wriggling against him, eagerly taking more of him inside her pussy until she really had to stop, just as she rubbed against his medial ring. Her eyes rolled back as she ground against him, the nubs around the head of his cock pushing deep inside her. “Fuck, fuck, Bolt, more! ”
If he concentrated, he could feel the nubs of his cockhead rubbing against her pussy, practically scraping her insides, making her leak more as they slipped over the soft grooves inside her. Each individual nub was coated in her arousal, wrapped in her velvet softness, making him groan as he felt the extra sensitive points squeezed by her pussy.
Her breasts pressed against his second cock as it rested against her, the flared tip already rubbing precum into her dress.
“This could be an issue. I don’t want this to get dirty,” she muttered. “Help me with the dress?”
“Sure,” Bolt casually reached up with a claw and tore through her dress, letting it fall to tattered pieces on the ground.
She crossed her arms and huffed, a motion which had her bouncing slightly on his cock. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Oh no,” Bolt said sarcastically, smiling at her. “Too late now. Guess I’ve got no choice but to fuck you till you forget about it.”
“You’re lucky I like you,” she replied, sticking out her tongue. She dipped her head forward and licked the tip of his second cock, making him groan and thrust into her a bit.
He kept thrusting up against her, his forelegs holding down her hips against himself as he fucked her. Her breasts and hands rubbed wonderfully against his second cock, providing extra stimulation that sent a thrill right through him.
Bolt relaxed and took his time as he slowly fucked Krystal, enjoying the feeling of her pussy tight and wet around him as the sun warmed them both. Her bare feet rested on his shaft, using the hardness as leverage to raise herself up and down, fucking herself with him. Her toes curled, a soft sensation on his knot that had him groaning.
His balls, all 4 of them, bigger than her fist at 3 inches around, jerked up as he started fucking her harder, faster. She moaned and kept trying her best to suck his second cock, but ended up sloppily drooling over his length as she could just barely get the tip in her mouth.
He groaned and moved a little faster, slamming his cock in and against her until she came with a cry, clenching hard around him. Her breasts shook, nipples brushing against his second cock, against the sensitive skin. Her fingers played with a firm ridge on his cock as she stroked him and fucked him, and he could feel her clit also rubbing against a ridge as she reached a second orgasm and flooded around his cock.
“So good,” Krystal moaned. “Your cock feels so good...feels like you’re stretching me out so much! That ring is just… fuuck! ”
“I’m gonna cum,” Bolt warned her as he felt his balls tighten, a pressure building from the base of his cocks as his knots swelled.
“Please,” Krystal gasped. “Fill me!”
His orgasm hit like a wave ripping through him, and he groaned as he thrust forward, pushing his medial into her tight pussy, locking her tight, a small bulge visible in her lower belly. He felt every ounce of cum in his body, a load that would satiate even a camel’s thirst, pumping out from his cocks. He covered Krystal in white, the thick cum streaking against her skin from her lips to her breasts. His other cock flooded her womb, and he could feel the warm cum around his cock inside her, kept in tight by his medial ring acting like a knot for her tiny body.
She slumped against him, boneless and exhausted but tied to his cock still. “Wow. That’s always…that’s great.”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Pretty good.”
“I’m all messy, though,” she complained, using a hand to trace through the thick layer of cum on her chest. “Can you bring me in the water to rinse off, please?”
“Nah,” Bolt replied. “I like seeing you covered like that.”
She stuck out her tongue at him as he shifted on the sand, trying to get comfortable with a fairy hanging off his cock.
“Hey,” he said suddenly, noticing a strange sight on the water. “What’s that?”
Something was on the water, a vague shape coming closer.
“I can’t see,” Krystal complained. “Move your dick.”
He turned so she was able to get a good look at the shape.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s...a boat?”
It came closer, a wooden contraption stuffed with creatures of varying shapes and sizes, animals unlike any he’d ever seen in the realms. The “boat” was really just a mishmash of wood nailed together, and it was honestly a miracle it could even float. A ragged sail attached to a makeshift mast moved the craft along the water.
“Shit,” Krystal muttered. “I’m still stuck on your cock.”
“We could go somewhere else,” Bolt offered.
“Nah, I know you, you’ll want to see who they are,” she replied. “Hold on, let me reach my wand…” She stretched to the side and grasped her wand, lying on the sandy beach nearby, then waved it, causing herself and Bolt’s cocks and balls to turn invisible.
Most of the boat’s passengers were orange-furred creatures, something Bolt had never seen before. He caught sight of a panda girl and some gray creature, but mostly, the passengers were entirely new to him.
The boat reached the shore, crashing against the sand, and one of the orange creatures lifted its forearm and waved. “Hey!” he called. “Is this place ruled by an evil dictator or mad scientist?”
“Well that's an interesting first question, but no, not anymore,” Bolt replied, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Who exactly are you?”
The orange creature hopped out of the boat and began dragging it further onto the shore, splintering the wood even further, as the rest disembarked. The one that most caught his eye was a smaller orange one, with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, looked over at Bolt, stepping out of the boat to address him, standing with one hand on her hip. She wore blue denim overalls, one button undone to show off her pink and white T-shirt. Her green eyes were made up with some pink eyeshadow that blended well into her fur. She was cute in Bolt’s opinion, and he was happy to pay more attention to her.
“We’re from the Wumpa Islands,” she said. “That’s my brother Crash. I’m Coco.”
“I’m Bolt,” he replied. “So--what are you doing here?”
She gave a small, sad smile. “Our home kind of got...destroyed...and it looks like our boat did too.”
“Destroyed?” Bolt asked.
“We’ve been sailing till we find somewhere not under Cortex’s control,” she said. “He was trying to create some extra-volatile crates, and, well--our home is covered in toxic goo. Is there room here? We, uh--we might be stuck for a while.”
“Um,” Bolt replied, mind racing. “I’m just a dragon. Not anyone of real importance, I’m not really anyone who handles things like refugees.”
“Yeah, of course, that makes sense,” Coco replied. “Well, can you point us to someone who could?”
Bolt glanced down at his invisible dicks. His knots were still swollen and his cocks hard, but luckily Krystal’s invisible weight was on top of them still, hiding them. He felt a zing of magic on his crotch suddenly as his knots and cocks went back to normal and slipped inside him, guided by Krystal’s invisible hand. “Um...maybe?”
He heard invisible Krystal whispering in his ear, “I’m going to find Zoe, she’ll know who can help. Head to Sunrise Spring in a little bit.”
“Yeah,” Bolt said. “Yeah, I can help you. Uh, how long have you been traveling?”
“Two weeks,” Coco replied.
“So...you’re probably hungry, right?” he asked.
“Starving,” Coco replied. “We ran out of rations three days ago. We caught a few fish, but no way to cook them without burning down our boat.”
Bolt nodded, then glanced out to the water. “I can help with that. Is everyone out of the water?”
She shook her head, and called out, “Yaya! Tawna! Hurry up and get on the shore!”
The last two in the water were a blonde orange one and a panda girl. The blonde one turned and called back, “Yaya got distracted, we’re coming!”
The panda gave a sheepish smile and ran towards the shore, Tawna following close behind.
Bolt dashed towards the ocean and roared a beam of lightning at the water. The blast sent electricity through the waves, sending fish floating to the surface as they were shocked to death.
“Should be safe now,” Bolt said, turning his head to grin at Coco and the others. “I’ll help you gather them up, and then I can cook them for you.”
“How do you do that?” Coco asked, her eyes wide.
Bolt shrugged and gestured at his body. “Dragon. I breathe lightning and fire. That’s all.”
Coco tentatively stepped into the water, and the blonde one was close behind her, followed by a possum girl. They started gathering up armfuls of fish, and were soon joined by the rest of the furry creatures.
Bolt waited on the shore as they put the fish in a pile beside him, Yaya and another orange one working to gather sticks to skewer the fish and set them standing in a line.
“Stand back,” he warned, before breathing a flame at the fish, roasting them perfectly. “Okay. Food for you guys.”
“Any chance you can light a real fire?” the blonde one asked. She was clad in only a T-shirt and short denim shorts, and she was shivering. “Please?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Bolt replied sheepishly. “Maybe we could pile up some driftwood or pieces of the ship?”
She nodded and reached for a fish, munching on it while Coco and the others moved about the beach, gathering sticks and seaweed.
Coco organized gathering it all into a pile, and Bolt lit it aflame, starting a nice, warm bonfire.
“ Thank you ,” Coco said, grabbing a fish from the pile and biting into it. “It’s so nice to be back on land. I haven’t been able to charge my laptop this whole time!”
“Your laptop?” Bolt asked, cocking his head in curiosity.
She nodded, pulling the device from her improbably-sized pocket. “I use it mostly to make sure my brother doesn’t kill himself.” She gestured across the beach to where Crash was swallowing fish, skewers and all, without chewing. “I don’t suppose there’s any outlets on the beach?”
“Just me,” Bolt replied. “Put it down, I should be able to give it a charge, but I don’t want to accidentally shock you.”
“Uh, I don’t want you shocking my laptop either!” she exclaimed. She held one end of its charging cable up. “Just use this.”
She handed him the cable and he took it in his mouth, focusing a small, sustained stream of lightning on it.
Coco opened up her laptop to a bright screen and breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s working! Thank you.”
“No problem. So, once you’ve had a chance to rest, I can take you all to someone,” Bolt said to Coco, his voice muffled as he kept the laptop cable between his teeth. The other passengers were enjoying the fish, eating like...well, people who hadn’t eaten in days. “We’ve just gotta go through a portal, it’s up the beach a bit.”
“Great!” Coco said with a smile. “Let’s finish up here, and then we’ll follow you!”
As they walked, the larger orange one, Crash, made his way over to Bolt. “Ah, dah wuh?”
Bolt blinked. “What?”
“Sorry, he can’t talk really well,” Coco apologized for Crash. “Small brained. He asked if you’re a dragon.”
“Oh, uh yeah,” Bolt said. “And you’re a…”
“Bandicoot,” Coco replied.
Crash asked, “Doo?”
“He wants to know if we’re in the Dragon Realms,” Coco explained.
“Forgotten Realms,” Bolt replied. “Used to be part of the Dragon Realms, then an evil sorceress ruled over them and kicked the dragons out, then we came back , and now everything’s at peace again. It’s easy to go back and forth with the portals, though.”
“Ah!” Crash said. “Sah!”
“He wants to know if you know someone named...Spyro?” Coco asked. “Apparently they saved the world together once.”
“I’ve heard of him, but I don’t know him,” Bolt said. “He’s kind of a celebrity around here, so he might be able to help you if we can get ahold of him.”
The large group arrived at a portal, shimmering slightly as it showed blue skies and green fields on the other side.
Bolt stepped through, followed by the rest of the creatures. The area before them was a grassy, soft meadow, lined with creeks and caves hidden in mountain sides. Krystal, wearing a new green dress, was floating on the other side impatiently, waiting with a redheaded fairy who wore a yellow dress and carried a wooden wand. This was Zoe, and Bolt had met her just a few times before. She was slightly smaller than Krystal, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her body smaller in every way than Krystal’s--slender with slight breasts and hips.
“Hello, Bolt,” she said. “Are these the travelers?”
“Yeah,” he responded. “Crash, Coco, and...I didn’t get everyone’s names. Anyways, Crash says he knows Spyro, and I have no idea where to find that guy.”
Zoe nodded. “You’re in luck, I actually do know where he is. Meet me at the Artisan’s portal.” She flew in a small circle before popping out of sight to teleport away.
“I’ll show our guests around the area,” Krystal offered. “You can meet Zoe when she brings Spyro.”
Bolt nodded before turning to Coco and the others. “Come on. The portal is this way.” He jerked his head in the direction before walking that way.
They walked up a small, grassy hill, where a portal sat, showing a similarly sunny meadow area, with a crystalline pool nearby and a castle in the distance.
“Your portals don’t look anything like the ones I know,” Coco commented. “Where do they go?”
“The other realms,” Bolt replied. “You used to have to go by hot air balloon, but the portals are way faster.”
“Dah!” Crash said, a confused look on his face.
“You’re a dragon, though,” Coco translated. “Can’t you just fly?”
Bolt chuckled “Not that far. I can glide for a while, but going over the ocean...well, it’s not that easy. Plus, little dragons can’t swim, so trying to fly with the young ones gets dangerous.”
Crash nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer.
Bolt laid down on the grass. He didn’t know how long Zoe would take, and he wanted to be comfortable in the warm sun as he waited.
A few minutes later, the portal shimmered and Zoe flew through, followed by a purple dragon with an orange underbelly and wings, and a tan faun girl walking beside him.
“You must be Spyro,” Bolt said, standing to greet him. The famed dragon was just a bit younger than him, and stood a few inches shorter. He didn’t look all that imposing, with short orange horns that barely looked sharp and blunted dark orange claws. His tail was just a basic dragon’s tail, ending in an orange tip.
“Yeah, I am,” Spyro replied with a cocky grin.
Bolt just nodded, meeting the younger dragon’s purple eyes. He seemed too innocent to be a savior of the world, but hey, if it meant Bolt didn’t have to do anything.
“Hey, Crash! Ready to kick some butt?” Spyro asked, looking past Bolt to the bandicoot.
Crash grinned in response and gave him some finger guns.
“Do you have any idea where this villain is?” Bolt asked.
“The fairies let me know there’s been some weird happenings at the Skelos Badlands,” Zoe said. “It’s just another couple portal hops to get there. Follow me.”
Spyro smiled and then raised a foreclaw as Crash slapped a high-five against his paw, and the two headed off to follow Zoe.
Bolt settled back into his basking position before glancing at the faun. “So...Elora, right?” She was pretty, tan fur with a soft white fluffy underbelly that was mostly hidden beneath a green dress. Her hair matched her fur, more fluff on top of her head with large ears on the sides. She was bipedal, her upper half looking like a furry human while her bottom half seemed to be like a deer.
“Yeah,” she replied. “I’m Spyro’s friend. I think I’ve seen you around before…”
“Yeah, we’ve crossed paths a couple of times. I saw you at the celebration for defeating the Sorceress,” he said. “Never really had the chance to talk with you before, so it’s nice to meet you now.”
“You too,” she replied with an easy smile. “So, aren’t you going to go off and save the world with them?”
“I think they’ve got it,” Bolt said. “If they need me, they can find me.”
The two lapsed into a silence that was just a bit awkward.
“So, uh, are you just friends with Spyro?” Bolt asked.
Elora rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, resting her weight on one cloven hoof. “Yeah. Nothing else.”
“So...you’re single?” Bolt asked.
“Yep,” she replied.
“Huh,” Bolt said. “If I’d known that I would have approached you a lot sooner. I just thought you were dating Spyro.”
She sighed. “I wanted to date him, but he’s not interested in me like that. I mean, he’s a great friend, and he let me down easy, but...it’s not nice to be rejected, you know?”
“I don’t know why he’d reject you,” Bolt said. “You’re nice, you’re confident, you’re pretty damn hot…”
Elora smiled before stepping close to Bolt and pressing a kiss on his muzzle. “Thank you. It’s been a while since I felt...well, wanted .”
Bolt grinned. His tail lashed around, wrapping around the faun’s waist, feeling the leaves that made up her short dress. “Oh, trust me. You’re wanted.”
Her cheeks turned pink beneath her fur. Her eyelids lowered slightly as she peered at Bolt, and then she was kissing him, her lips warm and soft against his.
He raised his forelegs to wrap around her, and between kisses, they maneuvered so Elora was lying on the ground beneath Bolt, her legs slightly spread beneath her skirt.
“ This is what I’ve needed,” she murmured before kissing him again. “Please don’t stop.”
He glanced over her, noting where her fur parted between her legs, the area beneath still hidden to his eyes. Her dress couldn’t hide the slight swell of her breasts or the curve of her neck and shoulders above. Her eyes were wide, dilated, and her large ears quivered at each little movement he made on top of her.
Bolt kissed her cheek before letting his tongue slip out and curl up around her ear. Elora moaned, her ear flicking at the sensation, her body wriggling beneath his. “That--that’s...wow!” she cried, panting softly.
“You like that?” he asked with a smirk, before wrapping his tongue around the tip of her ear and softly tugging, using the muscle to grab and pull. “Prehensile tongue. Very useful.”
She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure beneath him.
He nipped at her ear, careful of his sharp teeth, and then kissed down her cheek to her neck. He let his tail roam idly, curling it around her calf as she lifted one leg to rest against his side.
“Oh, wow,” she moaned. “This is so much better than I thought kissing would be…”
“You haven’t done this before?” he asked.
“W-well, I wasn’t interested in anyone besides Spyro...and you,” she admitted. “This is so, so good.”
His teeth grazed the crook of her neck, and he let his tongue slither out, trace along her chest, the very top of her breasts. She gave a keening whine, pressing herself against him, as he placed gentle kisses in a trail back to her lips.
Her hands reached up to caress behind his horns, her fingers slipping over his scales as she touched him. One of her legs brushed his hind leg, her hoof almost as gentle a touch as her hands.
Bolt could feel himself getting hard, his cocks just starting to grow in their slit. He rutted himself against Elora’s hips and felt wetness between her legs, heard her surprised and delighted cry at the sudden motion. She pulled back from their kiss and smirked at him before slipping a hand between their bodies to touch his slit, not inside, but enough of the sensitive skin just around it to make him groan.
His cocks emerged, just partway, just enough for him to thrust against Elora and feel her soft fur on the tips. He nipped at her ear again, and she moaned and ground herself against him.
His upper cock slipped between her legs, the scaleless skin rubbing at her wetness, making them both gasp.
“Am I interrupting something?” a voice asked from beside them.
Bolt and Elora jumped apart, both wearing sheepish smiles as they glanced at the returned Zoe, who was staring pointedly at Bolt’s cocks.
“Uh…just getting to know each other,” Bolt said.
“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Have some decency to find a more private spot next time. Anyways, Spyro and Crash are off to find this Cortex, so, Bolt, it’s going to be up to you to find all the...well, refugees, I guess, places to live.”
“Wait, what?” he asked. “Why me?”
“Because they’ve met you already and they seem to trust you,” Zoe replied. “And I know your schedule is wide open.”
“How do you know that ?” Bolt asked.
“Krystal told me,” she replied simply.
Bolt just rolled his eyes as Elora asked, “Hang on, why can’t they wait till they can go home?”
“Well, we don’t know how long that’ll take,” Zoe said. “Spyro can definitely handle any fight, but Crash…he’s a strange one. I don’t know how well they’ll fare side by side.”
“Okay,” Bolt said. “So, find everyone places to live. I can do that, I’ll just show them the realms and let them decide.”
“I’ll help,” Elora offered. “Sounds like it could be...fun.”
“Very fun ,” Zoe agreed with a sly smile. “Why don’t you go gather up everyone and have them meet us at the Midday Gardens portal. Bolt, come with me.”
Elora nodded and headed off across the grassy fields, while Zoe led Bolt towards a semi-hidden cave nearby. They went inside to find a dark area lit only by Zoe’s ambient glow reflecting off a small crystal stream that ran through the cave.
“What do you need me for?” Bolt asked.
Zoe gave him a smile before waving her wand and making her dress disappear, leaving her nude before him. She was roughly the same size as Krystal, with slight breasts peaked with dusky nipples and a trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. She tucked her wand into her hair for safekeeping.
“Let’s get that dick out,” she murmured, flying down between his rear legs and rubbing her hand against him, just under the slit where his cocks rested.
“Hold on— what? ” he asked. “You just got on my case for making out with Elora!”
“In public ,” she pointed out. “ We’re in private.”
“There’s still a bunch of people out there who need help, aren’t there?” he asked, pointing to the mouth of the cave with his tail. He then suddenly groaned and his tail flexed involuntarily as his cocks began to grow out of their slit and Zoe gently licked both heart-shaped tips.
“Do you want to fuck or not?” she asked.
“…yeah,” he replied, giving in to the lust coursing through him. “But this still seems like a bad idea.”
“Look, Krystal showed up completely naked, covered in dripping cum and didn’t even notice till I said something,” Zoe said. “And then I watch you in action with Elora? I need to try you for myself.”
“...fair enough,” Bolt said.
Zoe took one of his cocks in each hand, floating through the air to turn herself upside down as she stroked and kissed him. “Get me ready, please,” she murmured, spreading her legs apart so her pussy and ass were hovering just in front of his muzzle.
Bolt held open her legs with his foreclaws, making sure the sharp points didn’t hurt her as he lowered his head to sniff at her slightly sweet, slightly musky fragrance. Fairies always had a faint scent of forest moss and rain, and that smell was ten times stronger as her pussy dripped with need.
Bolt licked her, pushing his tongue into her pussy and tasting the sweet dew there. His long tongue slithered into her, easily plunging deep inside her before snaking back out and flicking her clit. She moaned and shifted slightly, pushing her ass against his muzzle before taking one of his cocks into her throat. Her hands slid along his other cock, trying to imitate what her mouth was doing--thumb rubbing against the underside as her tongue wiggled, palms squeezing just a little tighter when she gagged. She took him in slowly, her tongue licking around him, exploring every inch of his cocks as she fit everything she could into her throat.
He pulled his tongue out of her pussy, savoring the taste, before pushing his mouth to her ass and slicking her second hole with her own juices. Here, her taste was similar, less strongly sweet but not unpleasant.
Zoe pulled back her head and turned to smile at him. “Good. Let’s do this.” She turned over so her face was aligned with his again and pulled her wand out of her hair, waving it and shrinking down Bolt’s cocks to about half their size.
“Hey!” he cried, grabbing her in his claws.
“Calm down,” she replied. “It only lasts for about a minute. So, you’d better hurry up and get those cocks into my tiny fairy holes while they’ll still fit…”
“Is it too much to ask that you give me some warning before changing my body?” he asked.
“Relax and enjoy it,” she replied with a mischievous grin.
He moved his grip to her ass, stretching her open as he forced her down onto his cocks, not really caring about her pleasure in that moment. She was quickly filled in both holes and moaned in delight as the medial rings slipped inside her and she rested on his knots.
Bolt breathed heavily, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his cocks being completely engulfed. He’d never managed to be so deep in fairy pussy before, and it felt good , hot and tingling with magic. His second cock filled her ass, an even tighter grip around him as she ground herself against his knots and glanced down at him with cockdrunk lust clear on her face.
He shifted, moving to fuck her with both cocks, and she practically screamed in pleasure, the cry echoing off the cavern walls. She lifted herself up before slamming back down on him, riding him with absolute delight.
She came before the spell wore off, her body quivering and tightening around Bolt’s cocks as she panted out her orgasm. She soaked the cock in her pussy and squeezed the one in her ass so well, and only then did his cocks begin to grow again.
Zoe grabbed her wand and waved it at herself. Bolt’s cocks pushed against her walls, literally stretching them out as her spell took effect. Her body trembled from the effort as she changed herself to fit his cocks, growing faster than she could. She moaned and came from the sensation of him growing inside her, her pussy and ass squeezing him so wonderfully as her muscles contracted around him. She was so wet and tight, squeezing rhythmically, that Bolt had to take a moment to lie back, folding his wings under himself, and simply enjoy the sensation.
He could feel his cocks rubbing against each other inside her, flooded with her wetness, her body so full of him he couldn’t imagine any more could physically fit.
Zoe was pushed up as the cocks grew too big to be contained in her, but she leaned forward, resting her hands on Bolt’s chest to push herself down further on his cocks. His cocks were squeezed almost uncomfortably tight in her, and as he grew, inch after inch popped out, feeling his cocks swell and grow with the magic. Her body had limits, though, and soon she could only fit up to the medial rings in her holes. Still, she looked full, her body unnaturally distended and swollen with the cocks filling her entirely.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Use-- nngh --use me as your toy, just fuck me, fuck me!”
Bolt stayed laying on his back, wrapped his forepaws around her waist and slid her along his cocks, pushing her down until he physically couldn’t move her any more before sliding her back up to the tips. Her wings flapped, helping him keep her going at a rapid pace on his cocks, fucking them both equally with reckless abandon and pure desire driving them both.
Zoe came again, her eyes rolling back as she succumbed to the sheer pleasure of being a living sexhole. Bolt admired the way her slight breasts bounced, her body bulged with the size of his cocks in her. She seemed to be enjoying the rough feeling of his cocks filling her before sliding out just a bit--and thrusting hard back into her again. It was like she was happy to be nothing more than his mindless cocksleeve.
His knots began to swell as his orgasm built, and he pulled Zoe down on him as far as he could. He shifted her, slipping her off both cocks for just a moment before burying his second cock completely inside her ass, a lewd bulge in her stomach and chest as he fucked her so far he filled her tiny body. Her feet slipped along his shafts for balance as she instinctively fought the intrusion, but her face was a picture of dazed ecstasy as she came a third time, her pussy clenching and leaking around nothing.
When Bolt came, he flooded the tiny fairy with so much cum she coughed more out of her, sticky globs falling from her mouth and nose and adding to the mess his other cock made of her face and breasts. His knots bounced against her as he fucked her through his orgasm.
She fell from his cocks, too tired to let her wings keep her up any more, her holes too small to be locked. Bolt caught her before she hit the rocky ground, and carried her to the small crystal pool in the cave so she could clean herself off.
“So...that was fun,” he said. “Can you teach Krystal that spell, because wow .”
“Sure,” she replied, splashing water on herself to rinse herself off. “But, we should go see those bandicoots now.”
“Uh, can’t yet,” Bolt replied, gesturing to his still hard cocks and swollen knots.
Zoe tapped her wand against her side, considering. “I can help with that, but apparently I need permission to cast spells on you.”
“If all you’re going to do is make me soft again, that’s fine,” he said. “I’d rather be tied in you but walking around with my dicks out doesn’t sound great.”
She waved her wand, and his knots shrank as his cocks softened and slipped back inside him, along with his balls.
“So, are they all bandicoots?” Bolt asked curiously as he followed Zoe out of the cave. “I think one was a panda?”
“Not all of us.” Coco stood at the mouth of the cave, her arms crossed over her chest. “Pasadena’s a possum, and yeah, Yaya’s a panda. But I guess we all look strange if you’re used to dragons and fairies. Anyways--what were you doing in there?” She raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Zoe blushed, and Bolt just gave a sheepish grin. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “We’re here to help now.”
“Let’s head to the portal,” Zoe said.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Where exactly are we taking them?”
“Your house,” she replied casually, floating ahead towards the portal where the rest of the visitors waited. “Your job to take care of them, right?”
“That’s...not what I expected,” Bolt said, following her. Coco jogged to keep by his side.
“I’ve already sent Krystal there to set up a camp for them,” Zoe said. “You just have to lead them through the portal. Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
The portal to Midday Gardens showed green grass and a placid blue pond. Bolt led the visitors through the portal to the realm he called home, his wings immediately stretching to bask in the sun.
He led them through a colorful flower garden, on a cobblestone lined path, to a reasonable sized building that he called home. Around the building were a variety of tents in different sizes, made from different fabrics.
Krystal was hammering one of the tents into the ground, and waved to the group when she was done. “Hey! Is this enough tents?”
Bolt glanced around, mentally counting the tents and the people. “Yeah, I think so...welcome to my home, everyone.”
“Thanks for this,” Coco said, pushing through the crowd to smile at Bolt. “But...I can’t just sit around while Crash is being a hero again. Isn’t there something we can do besides just...wait?”
“Uh, maybe?” Bolt said, raising a hind leg to scratch behind his ear. “I could show you around the realms, if you want, but I don’t even know where exactly Spyro and Crash went, so I don’t know how to help.”
“You know what?” Coco asked, her hands settling on her hips. “A tour sounds great. I’ll go see who else wants to come.”
She walked into the group of tents to talk to her friends, leaving Bolt alone to plan a tour and silently discard his plans to sleep and fuck the rest of the day away.