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"Is it working, Professor?" Elora asked, her hooves trampling the grass beneath her as she paced in front of the dead portal gate. 

"Almost… just a few more adjustments to these orbs and…" the small mole man trailed off, his mind lost in thought; his hands dexterously manipulating the small mechanisms that connected the green and gold artifacts to the portal. 

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea. " The cheetah man said his private thoughts out loud. His clawed fingers taped together with anxiety. "Bringing a dragon here might just make Ripto angrier…" 

"Calm down, and stop fidgeting!" the faun said, hypocritically. She smacked his hands apart, their constant clicking was making her even more anxious than she already was. 

The past week had been filled with tension. Avalar was already in a precarious position politically, but the arrival of Ripto and his goons had sent the realm into a chaotic downward spiral. Every realm they went to was dealing with a swath of problems, each well beyond the grasp of the unusual trio. Except perhaps Hunter the cheetah, if he ever managed to build up an ounce of courage. 

The group had been friends for years, despite the odd picture they made. Or perhaps it was the oddness that drew them together. Each was certainly an oddball.

An elderly mole professor, a genius in both magic and technology, but secretive, refusing to divulge his home land or even a name beyond "Professor". He was short, perhaps 3 feet tall at most, and wore at all times his inch thick glasses and white lab coat. Almost always, a pencil and a clipboard could be found on his person, always with some new collection of notes.

Joining him was Elora, a faun. Brown furred and with hooved haunches, like most of her people she wore clothing pulled straight from the trees. A tight fitting leafy dress covered her, and it did wonders to bring out the vibrant emerald of her eyes. She would be a perfectly average example of her people, however she lacked the typical valley girl accent of her people, and missing their trademark horns, she stood out quite a bit from other fauns.

And finally, the cowardly but adventurous cat man Hunter. He was an anthropomorphic cheetah who didn’t bother with clothing, his spotted fur doing all it needed to cover his shame. He did bring with him an accessory, a blue bow and matching quiver slung over his back. Tall, attractive, fit, holder of numerous speedway records across the worlds, and a self described "adventurer", he was the last person you'd expect to be nervously anticipating every encounter with a 3 foot tall wizard. 

But there he was, having a freak out at the prospect of encountering a dragon, a creature he had never even heard of before last week. 

"But you saw it in the Professor's book!" he paced anxiously to the portal, glancing at it to make sure it was still inactive before continuing his tirade. 

"They've got claws like this!" he flexed out his own claws before using his other hand to indicate a claw more than triple the size. 

Behind him, the portal had silently come to life,though it was hard to tell. The smoky swirl was the same gray color as the rock behind it. 

"And teeth like this!" he spread his arms wide, apparently picturing dragon teeth to be over four feet long. 

The portal was growing in fullness and clearness. The smoky swirl had transformed into a vague picture. It seemed to show a dark black sky, and dull yellow grass on a hill. 

"And they spit fire like this! Ptt! Ptp!" He started to spit globs of saliva out of his mouth all over the place, a few speckles landing on Elora's face and leaf-made dress before she was able to put an arm up in defense. She was so infumed by Hunter's antics, she didn't even notice the portal coming into existence behind him. 

"They sound much more dangerous than Ripto," he concluded, returning to clicking his claws. 

"That's exactly the point!" Elora rebutted as she wiped the spit off the fur on her face onto the fur of her arm. "A dragon is our only chance of stopping Ripto, and you know it," she narrowed her eyes and glared at Hunter. He quickly retreated from his position, shutting up and averting his gaze. The insult was implied in her words, but over the course of the last week Hunter had time and again proven his cowardice and incompetence. 

Despite numerous opportunities to attack Ripto or set a problem straight in a world they traveled through, he would either fail, chicken out, or defer constantly to Elora. Even Zoe, the fairy, had done significantly more to stall Ripto's rampage through Avalar, rounding up her friends and distributing orbs throughout the land to keep them out of Ripto's grasp. 

This was their desperation play, and it was in large part due to Hunter. 

Now the unlikely trio was gathered around in a strip mined hill, surrounded by massive gems. Nature had started to reclaim the ground here, grass gently growing along what little soil it could find. It was beautiful, in its own way, but Elora certainly preferred more natural verdant fields like in the home worlds, or her own realm. Finding and traveling to a suitable world had been difficult while trying to avoid Ripto or the sudden barrage of war that had broken out. Finding a mining operation that would allow them to use a portal had cost them the very last of their gems. This was it. This was their last chance. 

"It's working… It's working!" The Professor started quietly but quickly started exclaiming. He cheered over the twinkling magical sound of the orbs doing their stuff, waving and wiggling in magical synchronization. “I’VE GOT A DRAGON!”

The faun and the cheetah each backed away from the portal, staring at it with eyes wide and breath held. It looked so… intimidating. Was this where dragons were from? A dark and spooky realm where they ruled with an iron fist? Had they traded one despot for another? 

Suddenly, a large purple blur came rocketing out of the portal, landing with a hard thud on the dirt. Slowly it rose, higher and higher. Its shoulders back, its tail lowered, its eyes closed. In full, it stood 6 feet tall, just as tall as Hunter. But its height was not its most notable feature. 

No, those would have to be her breasts. They were huge. Each one size of a grapefruit, and seeming to defy gravity with their perkiness. They had no nipples, instead each was coated with the same yellow scales of the rest of the dragon's underbelly. The yellow went down all the way to the dragon's crotch, where in a thigh gap a slit and small pearl that must have been her pussy and clit sat. 

—-----5 minutes ago, The Dragon Realms—----

Spyra let out a great sigh as rain continued to drip down her nude purple body, making it shimmer and shine, as well as emphasizing her curves. 

"Can you believe it, Sparx? Raining on my 18th birthday. It's been raining for almost a full week now!" She huffed again atop the stump on which she sat. 

"I know all the other dragons said they had something very special planned for my 18th, but honestly, with this weather, whatever they had planned, I'm just not feeling it." She closed her eyes and tried desperately to imagine what the elder dragons could possibly have in mind for her birthday. She was pretty much the only girl dragon around the realm, for whatever reason. Did they even know what girls liked? And they were all, like, 70, while she was still so young. They couldn't possibly know what she wanted. Though, they spent enough time around her they probably knew at least sort of what she was like. Plus, she diiiiiiid save all their lives 2 years ago. So, whatever it was, she was sure it would be nice. 

"Hmmm… I'm dying for a change of pace," She mumbled as her best friend landed on her left horn. Getting up, she wandered around the Artisan home world and took a small stroll. As she wandered she passed by a portal, and suddenly a big grin broke across her face. 

"Of course, Dragon Shores! Oh man, we haven't been there since we uhh… dealt with Gnasty Gnorc!" She talked to her friend, who zipped about excitedly at the prospect. The land was perfect. A beach run by friendly gnorcs, in a world where it was always sunny, warm, peaceful! 

"Oh man, I hope they haven't changed the rule on skinny dipping!" Spyra laughed excitedly as she sprinted toward the portal, before suddenly stopping. 

"Ah I mean… I'm sure the other dragons won't mind if we're just gone for a few hours, right? It's *my* birthday, after all. Besides, if they need us, they'll be able to track us down." Reassuring herself, she looked at her tiny dragonfly friend and nodded, satisfied with her own logic. 

"Alright, last one in the ocean is a Gnorc's mom!" Spyra laughed again, and charged the portal, her dragonfly compatriot lagging behind. 

—--------

"Oooof, rough landing, eh Sparx?" the dragon spoke in a high pitched, bubbly tone, looking over her shoulder. Previously unseen, a golden glowing dragonfly hovered behind her, and simply buzzed about, apparently in agreement. Quickly, her head turned forward, and she smiled broadly and dumbly at the two locals in front of her. 

"Hi! Which way to the… beach?" Looking ahead of her, the two sets of eyes were running over her body. They were holding a wide variety of emotions in them, but to Spyra, the only one that mattered was admiration. Quickly, her smile turned a bit more coy. 

"What's the matter, never seen a dragon before?" she asked as she turned around, showing off her body fully. Her physique was modelesque, lithe all over except her considerable rear and breasts, which would have been visible from behind if it weren't for her wings. They were orange, extending from the center of her back outward, reaching a bit beyond her slim shoulders. From where the wings started on her back, a fringe that matched her underbelly pushed upward to her head, coming right between a set of long, slightly curled, horns. They were a browner shade of yellow than the rest of her accessory color, but they certainly worked. 

Below her, a tail topped with a large yellow cone twirled around, often making an arrow pointed directly at her butt. 

She let out a small giggle, and turned back to gauge the reaction. 

All but the Professor were absolutely dumbstruck at her. The small mole seemed far more ecstatic to have succeeded in his procedure. Not to mention his scientific curiosity about the new species. 

"Y… you're a dragon?" Hunter finally managed to choke out. His eyes were absolutely devouring her. He had never seen such a beautiful creature. Elora was no slouch, of course. That leaf dress hugged her body perfectly, and she had the confidence to leave the crotch totally open and letting her considerable fluffy fur do the work of concealment. (Not like he could really judge. He felt no particular need to wear pants outside of sports where a groin injury was on the table.) But this? This was something else. 

"You're welcome to come over and check yourself, pussycat. Hehehe!" Spyra laughed gently, but she definitely wasn't joking. Hunter was about half way into his step to take her up on the offer when suddenly an explosion rang out! 

Originating at the portal they were gathered around, all but the dragon were knocked flat, with the professor getting knocked to the side against a rock wall. 

"Well, well. Looks like someone forgot to invite *me* to the party!" Came a menacing, smug voice, accompanied by an equally vile laugh. Looking toward the voice, her mirth gone, Spyra finally saw him as the dust cleared. A 3 foot tall… thing riding atop a giant green… other thing. Next to them stood a blue brute carrying a club. Spyra couldn't place the species of any of them. The horn on the center of the short one's head reminded her of her own horn, however. Maybe he was some sort of pseudo dragon? He was red, well dressed, holding a scepter, and wearing some sort of jewel around his neck. He was odd, certainly, but the distinct feeling of power he emanated was undeniable. To the properly attuned, his aura of magic was equally as strong. 

The green one reminded her of an elephant, and the blue one reminded her of a gnorc, but each looked a bit more draconic, in their own way. The blue one's small wings, the green one's eyes and underbelly… She couldn't place it. Neither seemed particularly magical, but they certainly made up for it with their obvious and intimidating brute strength. 

As Elora and Hunter rose to their feet with groans, suddenly, red beans shot through the remaining dust directly at the three standing figures. As soon as it made contact, chains of metal appeared on the arms and legs of all three. 

*Sniff*

*Sniff* *Sniff*

The man’s nostrils flared mightily. 

"Were you… trying to keep something from me?" the short man asked, the same menace in his voice. Suddenly, his eyes found the purple woman ahead of him.

The horns. 

The wings. 

The claws. 

It didn't matter how sexy it was, that was a dragon. 

"AGGGHHHHH! A DRAGON!?! YOU BROUGHT A DRAGON TO AVALAR!?!" He lept down off his green mount and ran in the direction of the purple babe, swinging his magic scepter wildly as he approached.

"I! Hate! Dragons!" he screamed. Suddenly, during this little temper tantrum, he seemed a lot less intimidating. What happened next made him even less. 

In an instant, Spyra broke her chains. To Elora, it seemed to take as much effort as she would need to snap a twig under her hoof. Quickly, she intercepted the tiny terror and grabbed him by the horn. 

"Get lost, pipsqueak," she said, tossing him back in the direction of his blue comrade. He let out an ooof, as he impacted him, while Blue made no move or sound whatsoever. At the same time, Red’s golden scepter went flying, landing square in the green beasts gaping maw, which he quickly closed. On instinct, it seemed, he chewed once, and swallowed.

"Gulp! You nincompoop!" The tiny red guy ran over to the huge green beast, apparently aptly named Gulp. He started to smack the great creature, his hits apparently meaningless to Gulp, who simply looked over at him, an obvious sad and apologetic look across his wide face. 

Meanwhile, Spyra had run over to Hunter and Elora and quickly snapped the chains that bound them with her bare hands. The manicales were still attached to all of them, but at least now they could move freely. And move they did, or at least tried to. As Elora made three long steps to where the Professor lay, Ripto seemed to already have her intentions mapped. 

"Crush!" he cried. "Grab that mole thing and let's get out of here. " Gulp lowered his side to let his master aboard, and Crush, the blue one, snatched up the Professor before Elora could lay a finger on him. He tossed the unconscious man over his shoulder and the violent trio vanished just as quickly as they had arrived.

Elora collapsed on the ground, and slammed her fist at where the Professor had been. Her eyes were wet, but she didn't cry. Hunter quickly ran over to comfort her, jangling his chains as he did. Spyra looked at them for a minute, then looked over at Sparx, eyebrow raised. 

"I don't think we're in Dragon Shores, huh buddy?" 

The lithe dragon made her way over to the pair and both quickly looked up at her, standing up as if taken by surprise.

"Umm… sorry about your friend," she said, reaching a hand behind her head, jangling her chains as she did. "I don't mean to be insensitive but… what's going on? Who was shorty, and where am I?" As she spoke, she tore the magically conjured cuffs off her wrists and ankles with ease. The raw strength she was displaying, all packed into her thin body, was simply staggering. Elora and Hunter meekly held out their own arms, and Spyra quickly finished the job she had started earlier.

As soon as the manicals were stripped of her, Elora was up on the edge of the mine, looking down at the two. 

"Listen, I'm really sorry I dragged you into all this, but right now I need to make sure Ripto doesn't hurt my friend. I'm sorry, truly. You can take my guide book, it should be around here somewhere. It should be helpful. Ah!" She pointed toward the debris of the portal, and sure enough a guide book was sticking out from under a portal chunk. 

"Meet us in Summer Forest, I'll explain more there. The Gemcutters know the way!" she was already off on the last word. Hunter looked in her direction, back at the dragon, and scanned her intensely. This might have been the last time he saw her, after all. He wanted a good mental picture. After shaking his head in disappointment, he was off like a flash after his friend. 

Spyra sighed and looked again at her little yellow friend. 

"Well, this is one hell of an 18th birthday, huh?" She walked over to the guide book the faun had pointed out, and tossed aside the rubble that lay atop it.

Even in this most casual, unrushed and basic of walks, her body radiated sex and sexuality. Her. Hips swayed. Her breasts bounced. Her tail wagged invitingly. Anyone who saw her would think she was putting on a show, but no one, save her magically bound insect companion Sparx, was present to view her. This simply *was* Spyra. A being made for sex. And adventure.

Opening the book, age read the first page and furrowed her brow. 

"Where the heck is Avalar?" 

—----Part 2

Tossing the guidebook up in the air, magically sending it to her private hoard, Spyra made her way in the direction the other two had gone. Apparently, she was supposed to be looking out for a "Gemcutter," whatever that was. The field beneath her feet was dotted with both grass and rough gems. Steep cliffs hugged the valley, and enormous green gems stuck out of them. Curious, Spyra approached a jutting gem and traced a sharp claw over it. It didn't cut. 

"Huh. Tough gems." 

Pacing forward, Spyra thought about her home and the local gems. On her last adventure, all the gems she had acquired were looted from dragons’ personal stashes by the Gnorcs. Where the gems came from, she never even thought about. Thinking, admittedly, wasn't her strong suit.

"Ooooooh! Pretty!" she exclaimed, her mind suddenly returning to the realm around her. Just ahead, a ludicrously ornate gazebo stood. It was a white marble and covered in intricate multicolored patterns. Gems of all colors adorned it at every arch. At the top a great blue gem stood dominating the world around it with its majesty.

Spyra was so distracted by the beauty of the structure, verbally awe struck, that she didn't even notice as the tiny brown Kangaroo Rat leapt out of the building. Following him closely were two blue lizards each armed with a pickaxe.

She didn't notice them, at least until the hard hat wearing mammal hopped head first right into her anachronistic mammaries. 

"Oof. Hey there, little stranger," Spyra said looking down at the little rat, virtually unaffected by the impact beyond the jiggle of her tits. 

"L…l… lizard!" The rat screamed in an uncharacteristically deep voice for a 2 foot tall creature. He was looking up at Spyra, utter terror on his face. 

"I'm not a lizard, I'm a dragon," Spyra responded, furrowing her brow and sounding quite cross. "Those two things look like lizards," she pointed behind the Kangaroo Rat at the lizards, both of whom looked just as terrified as he did. 

The tiny creature turned behind him to look, and quickly screamed again, leapt to his feet and cowered behind Spyra, gripping her leg in fear. 

"F-fine! Just, just, deal with them!" 

Spyra cast a glance behind her and shrugged. She inhaled deeply and after holding for a few minutes, she let out a massive blast of fire, burning the two lizards to a crisp. She expected them to turn into gems, just as Gnasty's goons had. It turned out he had turned a large portion of the dragon's treasures into foot soldiers. Instead, they simply died, and their ashes blew in the faint breeze.

Oops. Oh well.

Spyra got over murdering two strangers pretty quickly, and instead turned to look down at the cowering man beneath her ass. 

"There, dealt with," she said matter-of-factly. "Oh… those weren't Gemcutters, were they?" 

The little man under her just stared at the pile of ash that used to be lizards and picks, and a wide smile cracked across his face. 

"Ha… hahaha! Th-thank you stranger! Thank you so much!" he cried, jumping out from behind her, his yellow hard hat askew. "What did you say you were? A dragon? Well, miss dragon, I'm extremely grateful!" 

Spyra looked down at him, and returned the smile. 

"Aww, you're a cutie," she told him. In a swift move, she bent down and scooped the little man up in her arms without his permission. She squished him against her breasts, and continued the conversation from there. 

"My name's Spyra. Who are you?" She stroked his soft fur as she spoke, a seductive smile on her face. Her sharp claws tracing over his body sent shivers up his spine as he responded. 

"I… I'm Pogo. I'm one of the foremen here. We're uhh… having a bit of an issue with the workers." As he spoke, Spyra's charms eventually became too much. His cock was hardening, poking out of its sheath. Feeling it pressed against her breasts, Spyra's smile only grew wider. 

"Oh dear… why don't you tell me aaaaallll about it?" It was as much command as it was request. 

Before the first word left Pogo's mouth, Spyra lifted him even higher, exposing his half rigid member to air. As soon as she saw the little pink nub, no bigger than an inch, her mouth was already on it. Her firm, somewhat scaly purple lips creating a vacuum around it. 

"Ahhh, oh!" The little Gemcutter cried as the dragon skillfully fellated him to full erection. It was a small 3 inches, and thin to boot, but Spyra seemed to not have a care in the world. 

Suddenly, she stopped. 

"Mmmm…" she moaned, her eyes darting a few inches up to her partner's face. She seemed to be encouraging him to talk. 

"Oh, uh… well. I'm a Gemcutter, and those guys are… were lizards." As he spoke, Spyra returned to blowing him, her split serpentine tongue teasing the thin, noodle-like tip of the rodent's cock. 

"We… Mmm… we always used to have a pretty solid working relationship. We do the ordering and fine cutting, they do the hard labor… oh my… that's… incredible." He was panting intensely, and started to grab Spyra's horns for support. Spyra laughed. The sensation of his hands on her horns kind of tickled. 

"Well, all was well until… until…" words escaped him but only for a moment. "Until Ripto showed up. He started throwing around words like 'Union' and 'Strike'. Then, well, one thing led to another and now all these lizards are trying to kill us!" 

"Mmmm-nmmmm!" She groaned out an "Oh-no!" to the best of her ability. 

"Th-thanks for sav… saving me again… ahh… I'm really really close!" he said as his cute little hips started to hump into her mouth. Spyra simply allowed him to keep using her mouth, her eyes closed in the pleasant euphoria of pleasing a lover.

In short order, Pogo's thrusts became frantic, and his cock was spraying a deposit of cum inside Spyra's mouth. It was hot and watery, and proportional in amount to his anatomy. Spyra absolutely relished in it and its flavor, humming happily as she slurped down the seed. Between her legs, her pussy had started to leak all over her yellow scaled thighs. 

Pulling him away, she opened her mouth wide, showing that her razor sharp teeth were the only white in her mouth. Pogo was simply too sexually exhausted and blissed out to really notice the display. He was panting with pleasure, and his cock was retreating into the sheath located just above his small furry nuts. 

Bringing the little man down back into her bosom for a snuggle, Spyra continued her end of the conversation. 

"So… Do you know how I could get to summer forest? A goat lady and a cat guy told me to go there. I'll do anything I can to help." Spyra put on her best reassuring, protective voice. Not like she really needed to do any more convincing. 

"Yeah! We send out our gems through a portal to Summer Forest," Pogo responded, regaining his breath as he nuzzled against her breasts. "I'm sure Twitchy, our export manager, will help you out if you deal with any lizards you run into on your way over to him. He's a good friend of mine, just tell him I sent you." The jerboa pushed himself up from her arms and pointed off in the distance to a cave. 

"Head through there. He should be just on the other side. In the front office."

"Thanks!" Spyra said, delivering the little rodent a tight hug into her firm but nubile tits, which Pogo greatly appreciated. Gently she placed him down on the ground, gave his fur a stroke, and walked off in the direction of the cave. As she took the first few steps, she broke into a skip. She spun around, a big smile on her face, and gave a wave back to the helpful little man, who waved back. 

"Huh… friendly girl."

A few minutes later, Spyra found herself in front of the very cave she had been pointed toward. On the way, a group of three little blue lizards had made the mistake of ambushing her. They must have thought she was a Gemcutter. Unfortunately, they realized their mistake too late, and their reward was a pair of titanium hard horns lodged in their backs as they tried to flee. 

Inside the cave, she was expecting to have to light her way with her flame breath, but instead the gems embedded in the walls seemed to be emitting their own light, and any dark spots were lit with torches. The path was short, and in no time at all, Spyra found herself inside an enormous chamber. Gems popped out of the ground like great, oversized vegetables. On the roof of the cave was an enormous marble decoration, and it matched the gazebo outside with a giant blue gem. This one was upside down, however. Surrounding it were a collection of large gems from the ceiling, suspended by big black spikes dripping down from the ceiling like mighty stalactites. 

As Spyra's eyes dropped from the enormous ceiling decorations, she saw the dimly lit chamber was in fact bisected by an enormous gorge. Walking over to it, she peaked down into it. It wasn't too high up, but it certainly would hurt to fall down (for anyone without wings to slow their fall). More importantly, three huge lizards gripping massive pickaxes stood about the valley. They seemed to be working on cutting their own gems, and seemed to have a pretty large pile. Spyra presumed they were going into business for themselves. 

"Ahem," came a voice from beside her. She whipped her head around, ready to fight. What she saw wasn't an enemy, however. Well, at least it wasn't a lizard. Instead what she saw was a bear. 

He was tall, her height, and very big. His well tailored black clothes served to make his chubby belly and broad shoulders come together in an actually quite stylish ensemble. It was capped off with two statement accessories. A gold chained monocle, and a cloth bag emblazoned with a green gem. 

"You must be that dragon…" he said, looking her up and down. Rather than the typical hungry look that filled the eyes of most who saw her, a judgemental glare crossed the bear's face. "Hunter and Elora warn… er… told me about you."

"Uh… yeah. That's me! My name is Spyra!" she introduced herself, relaxing her tense battle ready stance and instead flashing the bear a smile. "What's your name?" 

"I'm Montgomery Moneybags. You can just call me Moneybags. Charmed, I'm sure." He spoke with a strong British accent, and his voice was positively layered with smarm. 

"I was simply here to check on the state of the economy, as I often do, when I came across this bridge in disrepair," he gestured beneath him. Spyra looked down at the bear's feet for the first time and discovered he was perched atop a marble slab that extended to the edge of the cliff. Behind him was a small lever, appropriate in size for the miniscule Gemcutters. 

"Oh, well, could you repair it? I need to get across to get to Summer Forest."

"I would love to, my dear, unfortunately my father taught me to never do what I'm good at for free. And I'm *excellent* at repairing bridges." He smiled smugly at the dragon. "I could be persuaded to fix it for the small fee of… say, 100 gems."

"100 gems!" Spyra said, shocked. It wasn't a huge sum for a dragon, but still, it was more than she had. She had picked a few here and there on her walk here, but she didn't even have half that. Her heart sank. The thought that he was taking advantage of her or ripping her off didn't even enter her mind. 

"I… I don't have that," she admitted sheepishly. "Umm… is there maybe any chance we could work out a discount?" Slowly, she sauntered up to the bear and draped a hand over his shoulder.

"Hmmm, perhaps…" Moneybags responded, a frown crossing his face. "What did you have in mind?" He already figured, but still. He preferred she make the first move. 

Spyra giggled and planted a kiss on the bear's cheek, then slowly let her body drift down his side. As she reached her knees, she hooked her fingers into his black dress pants, unbuttoning them as she went. 

With a small tug, she lowered the bear's pants and his white heart boxers. Popping up against gravity after fighting his boxer's elastic, the bear's massive fleshy cock revealed itself. It was huge, 10 inches at least. It was thick, too. As thick as her wrist! Beneath it sat a pair of massive balls clinging tightly to the bear's body in a fist sized scrotum. 

Spyra let out a hot pant. 

"Oh… wow…" she said quietly as her fingers reached out to gently caress the massive meat. Moneybags let out a satisfied "humph" and let a smirk cross his face. 

Spyra adjusted herself to be in front of it directly. Slowly, she pressed her snout against its tip, and found it already dripping with precum. It smelled delightful. Salty, and a faint hint of musk. Her mouth watered at the scent. She needed it.

In no time at all, she pushed her mouth forward and let the long member slip between her rough but giving lips. Gently she pushed forward as Moneybags’ breath deepened. Her serpentine tongue found itself wrapping around the bear's fuck stick, and driving her to push the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Her snout soon found resistance as it bumped into the bear's gut, still with a few inches left, unfettered, she pushed forward, her considerable strength making short work of the fatty fold. After hitting the base of the shaft, she started to pump in rhythm. 

"Mmmm… excellent skills Spyra," Moneybags commented, glancing down at the dragon's bobbing head. Like Pogo before him, he started to use her horns as handles, which Spyra didn't object to at all. What she did object to, however, was that Moneybags refused to let his apparent namesake go. As she was pushed forward and back on the throbbing hard rod, the bag laden with cash smacked her in the back of the head repeatedly. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was a noticeable impact.

Still, the massive cock in her mouth made her eager to forgive, and in no time at all she had not only grown accustomed to the heavy smacks to the fringe on the back of her head, she started to enjoy them. She even incorporated them into her blowjob. As she pushed off the cock, she'd let the returning smack of the gems push her back onto it. The display was noticed by Moneybags, who chuckled and started to go along with it, being a bit more rough with his handling of her. 

She continued the violent suck job, letting the bear abuse her as his cock pummeled her supernaturally hot throat, his gut smacked her snout, his ball bag slapped her chin, while his heavy money sack punished the back of her skull. 

The tell tale sign of orgasm wracked the bear's cock, sending twitches across the tongue wrapped around it. Spyra quickly used her true strength to brush the bear's hands off her horns, and withdrew from the blowjob. Quickly, her hand replaced her mouth and she started to jerk off the bear's veiny cock. 

"Mmmm… grrr…" the bear let out a groan of pleasure, and a white burst of cum shot from his cock, landing directly on Spyra's face.

It was the first of many volleys. Blast after blast of hot jizz landed on the dragon, covering her face and tits in rope after rope. The jizz was thick, almost as thick as tar and smelt about as pleasant. Spyra loved it. Her pussy was soaking, and dripping down into the marble floor beneath them. 

Both were breathing deeply as the jizz finally stopped. Spyra let the member go, and Moneybags quickly pulled up his pants and underwear, letting the last few drops of cum slip down his leg.

"So… about that discount," Spyra said to the bear, smiling. Her breath returning to normal from their heady pants. She raised herself up and, to emphasize just how much she had earned that discount, she traced a finger over some of the cum that had landed in her yellow scaled tits, scooped it up with her finger, and gave it a good suck. 

"Yes… yes I quite say you've earned one," he said, still panting with delight. 

"I think I could lower the price to, say, 99 gems."

The smile left Spyra's face. 

"Why you…" she balled up a fist, ready to punch the bear in the face. He didn't flinch, instead just smiled. 

"Ah, ah, ah, my dear. If you hit me, this bridge will never be fixed."

"URRRRGHHGGHHH!" Spyra let out a mighty groan of frustration, and glared at Moneybags. 

"Fine. You know what? Screw you. I bet I can make this gap all by myself!" Turning around, Spyra ran back toward the chamber entrance, then spun around and charged forward at full speed, head down. 

In a magnificent display of agility, she ran forward at just the right speed to catch the edge of the bridge platform Moneybags stood on. She leapt into the air, spread her wings wide, and started to glide across the gap. 

Closer, closer… closer still… she had almost reached the edge… when suddenly she smacked face first into the cliff wall. Nope. She definitely could not make that jump.

Plummeting down, Spyra found herself landing on her cushy ass, before whipping back and smacking her head onto the ground. It didn't hurt that bad, but it did stun her. Laying on her back, she was looking up at the ceiling of the cavern. She saw the big blue gem above her, along with a collection of stalactites. Then, shortly after, she saw her good friend Sparx, who had followed behind her. Apparently, this hadn't been a severe enough injury to magically be absorbed and deflected by Sparx since he was still a bright yellow.

Then she saw one of the lizards she spotted earlier standing over her. Then another. Then the final one. 

"Uhhh…" 

Then, three fleshy members entered her vision as well. 

"Oh fu-" 

The thought was instantly cut off as her mouth was quickly filled with a big pink slab of lizard cock. It came poking out of a slit on his crotch, and the 8 ft tall behemoth had a cock that matched him. It wasn't as huge as Moneybags' but still big enough to strain her jaw. 

Her neck craned backward, she couldn't see what was going to happen next, but she successfully guessed it. The lizard closest to her feet had picked her up by the ass, spread her legs and was forcing his monster dick into her pussy. It was still wet and ready from her previous arousing encounters with Moneybags and Pogo, so even the huge tool managed to fit into her tight, hot cunt. 

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" she cried into the lizard's cock, trying desperately to push him away, but even her mighty strength wasn't enough to deter the massive creature. Instead, he simply grabbed her arms by the elbows and used them to stake his cock down her throat even more aggressively. Her horns were simply too awkwardly angled to be of any use, even as she shook her head in vigorous protest. The two creatures let out deep moans and roars as they claimed her body. 

Raped in both the front and back, Spyra was thankful that the third one would be unable to use her body, only to quickly discover she was wrong. She felt her midsection being squeezed tightly, and suddenly the weight of a fat cock landed on her sternum, right between her breasts. The creature stood above her, but had her easily trapped between his knees. At the same time, his massive hands squeezed her tits together, and started to hump away. 

Her soft underbelly scales meant that it wasn't even a coarse texture, but Moneybags' cum also served to lube the huge cock's motions. It felt like the cock in her mouth and the cock between her tits would meet, if she hadn't been in the way.

The beasts manhandled her for minutes on end. The previous arousal betraying her body, Spyra soon found bolts of pleasure racing from her pussy into her already overstimulated and panicked brain. After a few minutes, the squeezing of her breasts and pummeling of her cunt were just too much, and she started cumming, hard. A powerful squirt left her pussy and landed on the lizard's chest, and her contracting walls squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before he let out a bellowing cry and she felt his cock pumping a huge load into her orgasming cunt.

Not long after, the two lizards up front also came, their loads just as big as Moneybags'. Spyra felt her pretty little throat getting decorated in white both inside and out. Her stomach was pumped as full as her pussy had been, and each shot visibly distended her neck.

Each creature let out a mighty roar, and unceremoniously dropped her on the ground. 

Spyra coughed and moaned in pain, trying to hold herself up from sprawling on the ground. She looked up at the three beasts. They were laughing grim laughs and pointing down at her, their cocks retreating to their internal homes. It would seem the lizards were done with her, and were about to make sure the world was as well. One was leaning on his pickaxe, likely prepared to use it.

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and a menacing glow grew in them. The laughter aimed at her slowed down, as it seemed the world behind her darkened. Before the laughing could stop completely, Spyra had risen from the ground. 

In an instant, a white burst of flame left her mouth, and chared one of the lizards mid chuckle, instantly turning him and his pick to ash. Another, stunned in place at what he just saw, quickly met the same fate. The third, apparently quicker on the uptake, started to run away toward a slight incline that led up out of the valley and back to the cliff Spyra had come from. 

Unfortunately for him, this simply made his fate worse. 

Caught at the very end of the blast of dragon fire, instead of dying instantly, the lizard had instead burst ablaze. In no time at all, his body was entirely engulfed in flames. Letting out a roar of pain, he only increased his suffering by drawing the fire into his lungs, where they chared and caused the pain of burning to mingle with the panic of asphyxiation. It was a slow, agonizing death for the rapist. 

Spyra watched for a few moments before turning to look at Sparx. To emphasize the brutality of the pounding she just took, the dragonfly had turned blue. She let out a sigh. 

"Don't worry pal. We'll get you fixed up once we get out of here." Not that the rape particularly hurt the dragonfly. Or the dragon for that matter. 

Any damage ever done to Spyra was magically absorbed and redirected somewhere else (usually the ground) via Sparx. There was still some pain on the dragon's end, but little or no actual physical damage sustained. As a result pain seldom lasted long. It was a useful part of the magical bond between dragon and dragonfly. Another part of that bond was the creation of a dragon's magical hoard. Any gems or treasures a dragon found could be stored there via a dragonfly. It was a magical pocket dimension, one that could only be opened with either the magic innate to a dragon, or an extremely powerful spell caster. 

Right now, Spyra was glad she had one. Walking over to the massive pile of gems, she and Sparx went to work gathering them, sending them off to her personal hoard while the corpse of the giant lizard burned behind them. 

As they finished and walked toward the incline back up to where Moneybags waited, Spyra looked down at the burning corpse with a stern look on her face. 

"Don't rape people!" She lectured the corpse before continuing on her way. 

Back at the unextended bridge, Moneybags watched as Spyra approached. Covered in even more cum, and now with some dripping down her leg, she looked like a pissed off mess. 

"Fine! I got your gems," she said gruffly. Holding out her arms, a pile of gems magically appeared around her and her arms. Moneybags smiled wide. 

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" 

Spyra groaned and watched as the bear scooped up the gems into his tiny bag. Clearly, it too must have led to a pocket dominion of some sort. After he had finished, he tapped the small lever behind him with his foot. Spyra had noticed it earlier but hadn't thought anything of it. 

In a flash, a bridge shot out between the gap, half coming from the platform they stood on, half coming from a mirroring platform just across the way. Moneybags grinned widely as a look of disbelief crossed Spyra's face. 

"Wow… you really are good at repairing bridges."

"You'll find I'm a man of many talents. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see a man about a mole." 

With that, Moneybags gave a bow to Spyra and walked off toward the entrance of the cave Spyra had come from, muttering something about "one born every minute" under his breath. 

"Huh. Kind of cheap, but not so bad," Spyra commented to Sparx as they walked across the bridge. "And did you see that dick? Oh my God! I hope all the guys are like that in Avalar." Her rape not but five minutes ago an apparently distant memory, she giggled and returned to skipping across the massive, curved marble bridge to the other side of the cavern. She soon discovered a massive doorway leading out of the mine, natural sunlight finally reaching her.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she found herself in a building. The windows were wide open, as much of the architecture here had been. It looked very similar in design to the gazebo she had seen earlier, though bigger and a bit more official looking. It looked out onto a verdant green field in the center of which stood a great marble tower, again topped with a colossal blue gem. 

The building itself had only one large, mostly empty room. To the side of the room was an empty portal arc, and hiding behind it was yet another Gem cutter, this one in a red Construction hat. 

"Are… are you going to kill me?" it squeaked out. 

"Whaaaaat? No!" Spyra cried. "A cute little guy like you? No way!" She ran over to the little rat and picked him up in a hug, getting a squeak out of him. She also inadvertently covered him with lizard and bear cum. 

"Ahh! Set me down! Set me down!" he said, kicking with his long legs and pulling away. Spyra made no attempt to hold him, and the tiny creature landed square on his big feet. 

"I take it you're not a lizard," he said to her while trying to wipe the sticky white ooze out of fur, to little avail. 

"Nope. Killed like 10 of them on my way over here, though. Are you Twitchy by chance?" She asked, bending over with hands on her knees, emphasizing her breasts. Her smiling face was not but a few inches from his. 

"Yeah… that's me," he answered nervously. Her breath smelt like smoke and… cum. 

"Pogo told me about you. He said if I took care of any lizards I saw on the way over here, you might help me get to Summer Forest."

"Pogo's alive?!?" Twitchy exclaimed. In an instant, he changed his mind about contact with the dragon and jumped into her arms and gave her a hug, not caring about the cum. 

"Oh thank you! Pogo is a friend of mine. I'm so happy to hear that he's OK!" Tears streamed down the little rat's face, and Spyra welled up with happiness and pride. 

"Yeah, he was being chased by a couple of lizards. But I showed them who was boss."

Twitchy hopped back down from the dragon, and moved back over toward the gate. Manipulating the side of it, suddenly it sprang to life, a vibrant green meadow and a castle in sight. 

"This portal will take you to Summer Forest," Twitchy said, wiping tears from his eyes. "And here. I want you to take this. They gave it to me for being employee of the month, but you deserve it more." He reached behind him, and pulled out a pickaxe, only the head was made of clear crystal. 

"It's a Talisman of this world. Apparently it's pretty magical. I don't know too much about that though. Maybe you'll find some use for it?" 

"Uhhh, thanks," Spyra said, gripping it and raising an eyebrow. She wasn't exactly sure what to do with it, but was happy to accept the reward. 

"Anyway, if you ever need any more help, just let me know. I guess I'll be in the neighborhood!" Spyra responded enthusiastically at the last part. While at first she hadn't been looking forward to being trapped in some new realm and all its problems, the big smile on Twitchy's face was making her remember why she wanted to be an adventurer in the first place. She loved helping people. 

The Dragon Realms were safe now. But Avalar needed her help. And she was happy to serve. 

With renewed determination, she and Sparx charged into the portal, gliding with her wings wide as her feet left the ground. Twitchy waved goodbye behind her, and quickly hopped into the cave she had just come from, eager to rejoin his friend.

Chapter Text

Elora sat on the platform on which the portal to Glimmer stood. From here she had a perfect view over the forest for which Summer Forest was named. Perpetually green leaves clung to the magical birches, dropping delicately to the forest floor only occasionally. Each time they were replaced instantly. The effect was such that it was always shaded, but always comfortably bright for as long as the sun was out. 

Some of it reminded Elora of home. Only Fracture Hills didn't have lakes or rivers, except those of lava. And the crunch of a birch twig underhoof felt and sounded very different from the clean snapping of a sugar maple. Less bees too. 

As she ruminated on her old home, the familiar "whoosh" of a being exiting a portal came from behind her. She quickly rose and turned around, seeing the form of the ridiculously attractive dragon from before. 

"Ahh. Hello there," she said, using every ounce of willpower not to stare at… actually… 

"Umm… are you covered in…?" she trailed off. Having failed to not look at her breasts, she soon realized that they were plastered in cum. It was spread all over too, and a bit dried. It was extremely gross. 

Not only that, but cum also seemed to be dripping down from her openly visible pussy, onto her leg and the platform they shared. That was even grosser. 

"Cum?" Spyra looked down to confirm. "Haha, oh yeah. Well, you know how it is!" Spyra shrugged her shoulders and gave a small smile. 

"I really don't," Elora said flatly. Suddenly, she found it much easier to keep her eyes on Spyra's face. Which, she now realized, was also covered in cum. 

She put her head in her hands and nearly started to cry. 

"No no no. This wasn't supposed to happen. First Ripto takes over Avalar, then he kidnaps the professor, now our only hope is a slutty dragon."

"Aww. It's OK, goat lady," Spyra said, offering a hand of support on her shoulder. 

"I'M A FAUN YOU BIMBO!" Elora shouted, wrenching her shoulder away and glaring at the dragon. Spyra was taken aback, and retreated the hand. 

"How are we going to collect the talismans now?" she said, sobs very nearly erupting from her voice. 

"Talismans? You mean this thingy?" Spyra said, summoning the crystal pickaxe from her hoard. 

Elora's eyes raised. 

"They… they gave you a talisman? The Gemcutters?" Elora asked in complete disbelief at what her eyes were seeing. Thus far, the only talisman she had ever seen was one from her own home realm. This pickaxe was incredibly fascinating to her, and even more interesting to her, how this slut of a dragon got one. 

"Yeah. I saved a guy called Pogo from some lizards, killed a few more, then a guy called Twitchy gave it to me before I left because I helped." Spyra smiled wide, and her tail happily started swaying. She had the strong feeling that she had done well. 

Elora suddenly grew quiet, as her mind processed what was happening. 

"Do you have my guide book?" Elora asked, her eyes wide and intense. 

"Of course!" Spyra said happily, summoning it from her hoard. As soon as she did, she realized it was no ordinary book. It reacted with a strong magical effect in the presence of the talisman. It was floating in midair, suspended by magic. At the same time, so did the pickaxe. 

Suddenly, the book flew open! Pages flipping rapidly, the build up of magical energy was intense. Until the pages rested. Both Elora and Spyra stared up at it in awe. 

The book had opened to a page on Glimmer, and the talisman slowly drifted toward the book. The instant the talisman touched the page, a bright flash went off centered on the encounter. The girls shielded their eyes, and once they looked back, they saw the book resting on the ground between them. 

"Wow… that was awesome…" Spyra said quietly. Sparx buzzed in agreement behind her. 

"Incredible," Elora agreed. She bent down to pick up the book, and flipped it open the Glimmer page. Sure enough, the crystal pickaxe was there, embedded in the book. She showed it to Spyra, whose jaw dropped further than it already had. 

Taking a few moments to collect herself, Elora finally decided on a course of action. 

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have yelled earlier. We haven't even been properly introduced. My name is Elora," she said with a small smile. 

"I'm Spyra," the dragon responded with her usual broad grin. 

"And I'm Hunter," came a somewhat gravely voice from beside them. Leaping up into the platform from just beside them, a yellow blur appeared, revealing the shape of the cheetah Spyra had seen earlier. 

"I saw that flash and came running. I'm uhh… pretty fast," he said, tossing a wink the purple dragon's way. 

"Slowest person I've ever met," Elora mumbled. At the same time, Spyra responded. 

"Oh, well I hope you're not fast in every way," she giggled at her own joke, and Hunter joined in. 

"Ok, well, now he's got competition," she corrected herself. 

"So, Elora, Hunter, what's the deal?" Spyra said after ending her giggle fit. "Why'd you interrupt my birthday vacation? And what happened to that guy Red, uhh.. Ripto took?" Elora sighed, and Hunter looked away awkwardly. 

"The Professor is safe, for now. Ripto is keeping him prisoner, trying to get him to build him a new scepter. The Professor will probably be able to keep him busy until we can rescue him."

"Right, and who exactly is this Ripto guy?" Spyra asked, stepping out toward the edge of the platform to look over the beautiful forest. 

"It's uhh… it's a long story," Elora somewhat dodged the question. In truth, she was concerned Spyra wouldn’t understand. And, well… It was an awkward story for all involved. 

"Basically, he arrived in Avalar a week ago and in a short time has torn his way through the realms wreaking havoc. Avalar wasn't exactly a paradise before but, well, Ripto has turned it upside down." 

"Hmm, I don't know," Spyra said, thinking about the rain back home. "Seems pretty nice to me."

"Yeah. It is nice. And that's why we want to protect it." She approached the dragon and placed a hand up on her shoulder, looking out over the forest with her. 

"Spyra. We need your help. We're not sure why, but the one thing Ripto seems afraid of is dragons. I have a plan to beat him, but we need the talismans. The 14 core realms of Avalar each have them. With their combined magic, I think we can beat Ripto." Spyra turned to look at Elora. Her serious expression clashed with the dollops of dried cum on her face. Elora closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She regretted that, as the dragon even smelled of cum… and burnt flesh? She choked back a gag. 

"For now, gather the talismans of the other 5 worlds here. We can use that to break the protection spell Ripto cast over the dungeon here and rescue the Professor. We're lucky he only got here recently. His spells at Autumn Plains and Winter Tundra are far stronger."

Spyra nodded. 

"Sounds like a plan. If there's as much trouble as you say, I'm sure the locals will be happy to give up a talisman if I can help them out," Spyra said, a determined look on her face. 

"And if not I can always 'help them out,' know what I mean?" She phantomimed giving a blow job, then flashed a big smile. 

This was their savior. 

"Umm, excuse me!" Hunter interrupted. "Professional adventurer here."

The two looked at him. 

"Not that I wouldn't mind the help, but, I already know these worlds inside and out. What's she going to do that I can't?" 

Elora narrowed her eyes while Spyra gave a cocky grin. 

"Well, Hunter, considering she's brought back a talisman in under an hour and you haven't been able to scrounge up more than a few orbs in a week, I'm guessing a lot!" Elora rebuked. Hunter brushed off the accurate explanation of events. 

"Psh, it's only because I haven't really been trying," Hunter said, waving his hand. 

"Oh? Well, how about we make a little competition out of it?" Spyra said. "Any time, any place. You name the challenge. If I win, I get one of these orbs you got. You win…" Spyra thought for a moment. 

"I don't know, actually. What do you want?" Spyra asked. The question was entirely genuine. 

"I'm sure I'll think of something," Hunter grinned, looking the dragon up and down. He had a laundry list of what he wanted from that bod. He suspected he could just ask for it, but where was the fun in that? His name was Hunter for a reason. 

"That sounds like a deal to me. Shake on it?" Spyra extended a hand, thinking nothing of the blank check she just wrote. 

He shook on it. As a show of just what he had gotten himself into, she gave his hand a gentle crush. 

"Grrk…" Hunter let out in pain. As he pulled back his hand, he shook it in the air, both to get the feeling back and hopefully loose whatever that sticky stuff was on her hand out of his fur. 

Elora pinched the bridge of her deer-like nose and shook her head at their antics. 

"Question!" Spyra raised her hand and addressed both of them. "What's an orb?" 

Hunter chuckled that she had just made a prize out of something she knew nothing about, but Elora thought the question was actually pretty good. 

"Minor magical artifacts. Less powerful than talismans but more useful in portal technology. They were scattered around Avalar when Ripto arrived to stop him from getting them. Most worlds have a few, so keep your eyes out." 

"Got it," Spyra nodded. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sheep bounce by. Remembering that Sparx was blue from a recent "hit", she interrupted the conversation.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I have to top off my friend here. I'll see you guys around, OK?" 

"Uhh, sure. But, maybe take a dip in the lake first?" Elora meekly suggested. Spyra happily nodded, then leapt off the platform where the trio had stood and glided, wings spread, toward the sheep. 

"Hmm, so that's gonna be Avalar's savior," Elora said, watching the dragon's fat ass as she glided away. 

"Never know. Could be me!" Hunter said with a smarmy grin. Not saying anything, Elora simply launched a hoofed foot into his ankle. 

"Ow!" Hunter complained, but quickly laughed it off. Elora never did enough damage to hurt.

The two were about to walk off toward the castle, when they suddenly noticed exactly what Spyra was doing with that sheep. At first they caught the orange end of her tail bobbing but quickly they realized that she was down on all fours. Coming closer and adjusting their angle, their worst fears were realized. 

She was blowing the sheep. 

She had flipped the poor creature on its back, and had her mouth running up and down its curled, animalistic cock. Sparx sat idly by on a stump, watching, buzzing contently. Her head bobbed with great vigor, and she seemed to be a seasoned pro at pleasing this particular type of cock. 

Hunter and Elora's mouths stood agape. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. She was shameless. Brazen. A slut. Absolutely fucking crazy. Their one hope for saving Avalar was currently degrading herself on the ground, blowing sheep cock, ass bouncing happily. Her fingers were buried in her cunt, still leaking lizard cum, pumping in rhythm with her head bobs. The cock was black, contrasting with the white wool of the sheep. Bleats of likely confusion and pleasure occasionally would escape the creature, and Spyra kept reassuring it with strokes through his  wool. She was clearly highly invested in bringing the ram to orgasm. 

Hunter quickly moved his hands over his crotch. He was getting turned on, but Elora would kill him if she saw. As his wits returned. He instead dashed off the scene as fast as he could to dip his head in a cold lake. 

Elora simply stood and stared. Avalar was doomed. Doomed. 

She actually laughed out loud at herself when she thought that she was thankful Spyra had the tact not to swallow the sheep cum and instead let it simply fall in the creatures' own wool. Spyra didn't hear the pained laugh,  focused entirely on the now yellow Sparx and making her way around the woods to explore. 

"We are all going to die." Elora mumbled to herself flatly as she walked off toward Summer Forest's castle. 

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Some time later, Spyra had navigated her way through the forest and some ruined parts of the castle. The journey was peaceful and uneventful, the most exciting thing being a large gap over a moat she had to glide across. Still, the atmosphere was gentle and distinctly mystical. It was made even more so when she laid her eyes on the castle proper. 

It was huge, made of a smooth white granite, with gold and lapis lazuli accents along the roof which was rounded and dome like. The whole structure seemed deeply averse to edges and hard lines, as if it was trying to mold itself into the landscape. To the extent that roofs of small sub-buildings pushed themselves up out of the dirt and formed platforms up and around the courtyard she found herself in. 

Surrounding the castle was a beautiful green courtyard, dotted with a few hills. The true center piece, however, was the massive shimmering blue lake that stood at the foot of the castle. It was so great that it had its own small island, complete with active portal. The lake was fed from grates in the castle that released water in elegant cascades. 

The only things that spoiled the beauty of the scene were the banners hanging from the castle. They were red and purple, with Ripto's ugly mug emblazoned on them. Apparently, his emblem was… himself. 

That withstanding, Spyra was struck by the tranquil majesty of the scene. 

"Whoaaaa…" she whispered, as if afraid to spoil it. Slowly, she sauntered over to a granite slab that stood at the foot of the lake. It served as an excellent point to dip into, and slowly Spyra lowered her slender legs in. The water was cold, and so placid that even her own delicate leg caused great ripples to form in it. 

Watching as the waters rippled around her, she lowered the rest of her body in, letting out a weary sigh as her body recuperated. She made an effort to wash herself in the lake, ducking her head under the water and scraping the cum off her chest and face, as well as cleaning out her insides. While she was doing it, however, she always kept a hand on the granite dock. As embarrassing as it was, she was a very poor swimmer, and had a tendency to sink whenever she tried. Last time she went to Dragon Shores, the other dragons would always get worried about her and pick her up whenever she went too deep. They usually grabbed her by wrapping their arms around her, making extra sure she got out safely. 

After her dip, she hopped back up onto the landing and laid down letting the hot summer sun dry her curvaceous body off. Relaxing by a lake, collecting treasure, giving out blowjobs to cute guys. It was hard to believe she *wasn't* on vacation.

—---

Meanwhile, in the castle dungeon, Ripto was checking on his prisoner. 

"Well old man? How's my replacement scepter coming along?" he asked, peering into the grim little cage he was keeping the mole in. The dungeon was a dingy, ugly place. It was damp, and reeked of mold and rot. Worse still, Ripto was working on customizing it to his own liking, adding a pool of lava and an arena where he planned on making the creatures of Avalar fight. 

"Hmmm. Poorly. I still don't fully understand the magic of your realm, and this orb you gave me won't be a nearly strong enough power source to replace that gem you previously had. Perhaps you should dig through Gulp's droppings." The Professor smirked at the little man, who slapped the cage in frustration. 

"USE THE ORB!" he shouted "Or I'll be digging up your skull in Gulp's droppings!" The Professor sighed and returned to what he was doing, playing with a golden rod and flipping through books. 

"So… Ripto… I've been meaning to ask. What is your grudge against dragons? Anyone strong enough to beat you is an enemy? It seems more personal than that." The Professor didn't even turn to look at his captor as he spoke. The Professor was a wise man, and this wasn't his first kidnapping. Engaging Ripto in chit-chat, building a rapport, was only going to improve his odds of survival and give his rescuers more time. 

"Huh huh, very perceptive, Professor," Ripto chuckled grimly. "It is more than that. I don't see a need to get into my private life with a vermin like you, however." He gave the cage one last kick, then turned to walk off toward Crush, who was currently hard at work trying to place bricks of granite in the recently formed lake of lava.

—----

"So, this is where you've been," Hunter said, standing over the resting dragon. She noticed him before he spoke, though. His shadow was blocking her sunbathing. 

She had been relaxing by the lake for over an hour now, her arms above her head keeping her horns from brushing against the granite she lay on. Long dry, she had since been making up for her thus far distinctly non-beachy birthday. Sparx had joined her, snacking on passing butterflies. 

"Yup," she responded dismissively, not bothering to open her eyes. 

"Are you uh… gonna go get the talismans?" Hunter asked awkwardly, pacing back and forth around her. 

"I figured I'd give you a chance to grab some. You said you were up for the task, right?" Spyra said smugly, finally opening a single eye. She was curious what impact her words and smirk would have. Just as she desired, Hunter's head rapidly turned, and he fumbled over his words. 

"Oh well… I was just giving you a head start, you know? I wanted you to make the most of it but uh… Well anyway. I did track down an orb. Up for a competition?" 

Now he had Spyra's attention. 

Stretching her spindly limbs out, her tummy was especially taught showing some subtle abs, and her bottom ribs were just barely pushing out against her purple and yellow scales. Hunter swallowed hard at the sight.

“What did you have in mind?” Spyra asked as she finished stretching and flipped over onto her front. This view was just as distracting, with her bubbly ass on display and her breasts squishing out from her sides. Hunter’s cock had started to poke out from its sheath, and he was licking his lips. Fiend that she was, Spyra’s eyes quickly locked onto the red point on his crotch. She licked her own lips and her tail started to wag a bit, its cone forming a nice arrow pointed directly at her violet behind.

“Ah, well, I was going to challenge you to get through the course built into the grounds here,” Hunter loosely gestured to the platforms built into the landscape around him. “But, well, I think I know something bet-”

“Ooooh! That sounds like fun!” Spyra leapt to her feet, and Sparx quickly whipped around to be by her side. Her arousal apparently entirely forgotten, she quickly dashed over to the lowest granite slab, which led up to a set of platforms that looked like stairs built for a giant. Leaping up them with the agility of a gymnast, she found herself at the foot of what seemed like a runway with a gap between it and another platform. Running across it without even considering what was on the other side, she leapt over landed with a roll onto the new area, before climbing up to an adjoining dias. Far from that, another runway-like platform was lodged into a steep hill. She eagerly glided over to it, and climbed the 4 foot tall wall onto the longest path yet. Sprinting down it at full speed, she caught her foot on the edge of the sanded and smooth white tiles and started a glorious glide, until landing on a high dias, this one flooded with water.

As she did this, she didn’t even begin to breathe hard. Hunter could even tell that from where he was, since Spyra was giggling like a happy little girl during this entire acrobatic display. He was at once disappointed, impressed, and amused. She… was something else.

Hunter followed after her once he had recovered from the surprise of the display, and lost his own arousal. He found her on the flooded platform, which provided a marvelous view of the entire valley and lake on the edge of the castle. She was busy staring at it, and paid him very little mind.

“That was incredible, Spyra,” he said, doing his absolute best to hold back his heavy breathing. This course was always one of his favorites to train on, and he considered it quite a good exercise. Clearly, he was going to have to step up his game to challenge her. Reaching into his back slung quiver, he withdrew an orb and approached her.

“Hmm? Oh, it was nothing,” she said, finally paying attention to him once he poked her wing. “Oh, is that an orb?” She asked, gripping the artifact. It was an accurate name. A green orb orbited by two perpendicular gold rings. The green crystalline ball was floating perfectly in the middle of these rings, with 2 inches between it and them. They moved together as one.

“Very very pretty…” Spyra said, studying the relic. She focused on it for quite a while before tossing it into the air and sending it off to her hoard. “Umm… Hunter, I have a question.” She raised her clawed hand up like she was asking a teacher.

“Uhh, shoot,” he responded, scratching his head, unconfident in his ability to answer.

“Whose castle is this?” Spyra. “Well, I guess it’s Ripto’s now. But, like, whose castle *was* this?”

“Oh, I was worried you’d ask that. I don’t know. Not many people come here, except to go somewhere else. Usually it’s just Moneybags, but I don’t think it's his. Elora was always the historian, I’m more of a doer. The Professor probably knows too.” He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “So uhh, I was thinking that maybe we-”

“Hold that thought, Hunter. I’m gonna try and track her down,” Spyra said, unceremoniously abandoning him on the dais by gliding off in the direction of the ruins she had come from.

Hunter put his head in hands.

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It didn’t take Spyra long to track down her faun target. She was wandering around the ruins she had passed through earlier, though Elora was obviously studying them quite a bit more. She currently sat at the bottom of a valley, examining a broken pillar along a stream.

“Hey Elora,” Spyra said, gliding down to her. She looked up at her as she descended, a smile on her face. She assumed Spyra was arriving with good news, presumably she had picked up another talisman. It had been a few hours now.

“Oh, hi Spyra. How goes the quest for talismans?”

“I don’t have any. Say, Elora, whose castle is this?” Spyra asked bluntly. Elora’s eyes narrowed, and the distinctive eyebrows that appeared over her fur furrowed.

“You don’t have any more talismans? Well, I mean, I suppose that they are pretty hard to find,” Elora reasoned with herself. She couldn’t expect too much from her. This was a stranger plucked out the ether, and the first time she got one was likely a fluke. Still, she had agreed to help, and she was counting on her.

“Which realms have you been too?”

“Uhh… none.” Spyra answered honestly. She suddenly realized just how much she had been slacking off. Elora groaned, and her ears folded back.

“I’m sorry! I got distracted by… well…” Spyra didn’t want to admit that she was distracted by being lazy. “Well, I got distracted. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go to a realm together? You can keep me focused.” Spyra proposed somewhat meekly.

“Yeah, that might be for the best,” Elora agreed reluctantly. She closed her eyes for a moment to think. “Let's see… Last time I was in Colossus, they said they were having trouble with a yeti. That seems like it’d be right up your alley.” Spyra nodded enthusiastically. 

“The Colossus portal is on the island in the middle of the lake. I’ll meet you inside, OK?” Elora asked.

“Yeah! I’ll be there lickity split!” Spyra responded excitedly, bounding up the cliff side to return back to the lake. “See you there!” She shouted back down. Elora shook her head and sighed, and followed slowly behind. The difference in speed between the two was so great that Spyra was able to scale the obstacle course she had just raced Hunter up again, and glide her way into the Colossus portal in the middle of the lake, all without Elora even seeing her tail.

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The warping between realms lasted under a minute, and only provided a vague hint of what lay ahead. Spyra was curious about what a place named "Colossus" would provide. Apparently, it involved yetis, whatever that was.

Absorbed in the pleasant yellow, cloud painted sky, Spyra only managed to land without tumbling thanks to instinct. Regaining her footing, she caught an eye full of the realm around her. It was beautifully serene. The thin air wasn’t the only clue that they were resting on a mountain. Snow capped peaks were visibly poking up above clouds beneath her. In front of her, a majestic temple was built into the mountainside, the jagged right edges of architecture complementing rather than competing with the rugged terrarian.

“Ahh, a dragon. What a pleasant surprise,” came a calm and melodic voice from behind her, snapping her out of her admiration. Quickly, she jumped and spun around. She didn’t see anyone, until she angled her gaze down slightly. From her 6 foot high vantage point she couldn’t have noticed the short, aureolin skinned man hiding under her snout. A plain man with a shaved head and wearing a simple white tunic, he had a pleasant expression on his face. Though he claimed it was a surprise, it certainly didn’t seem to register on his face.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Spyra said, her sudden nerves calmed. “Yeah, I’m a dragon. My name’s Spyra.”

“I am called Brother Harry. Welcome to our temple.” He gave a slight bow.

“Oh wow, are you guys like, monks or something?” Spyra asked, tipped off by the “brother” title.

“Indeed. I would love to guide you in our beliefs and perhaps invite you to one of our popular meditation sessions, however, the area is quite unsafe at the moment.” The pleasant look on Harry’s face broke slightly.

“A yeti has come from a nearby mountain and is rampaging around the area. The usually peaceful animals have all gone berserk,” his voice reflected only the slightest hint of anger.

“Oh, that’s right. I heard about that Yeti,” Spyra put on a cocky grin and pushed a hand on her hips. “Why don’t you show me to him and I’ll show him what a dragon can do.”

Harry looked Spyra up and down. He didn’t seem to be focusing on any one part of her like her breasts or pussy, but rather taking in the whole of her. She felt oddly transparent.

“I’m sorry. I highly doubt that one like you could be capable of handling a beast like this,” He said flatly. “Perhaps you may be able to handle some of the more aggressive yaks in the area?” Spyra’s confident demeanor dropped. She couldn’t handle a yeti? Whatever that was?

“W-What do you mean one like me? You got a problem with dragons? Or women?” Spyra said, indignantly. She was on the verge of picking the little guy up and throwing him off the mountain. Or maybe just feeding him to this yeti.

“No,” he said flatly. “But it is clear to me that you are rather unfocused. You’re a lustful creature, and if even the purest minded of our order cannot defeat this Yeti, I very much doubt that you would be able to either.”

“What?!?” Spyra exclaimed so loudly that it caused an echo in the mountain range.

“I’m not *lustful*.” she lied. “And what does me being lustful have to do with me kicking a yeti’s butt?” She was livid. This wasn’t some purity challenge, she assumed. All she needed to do was light the dang thing on fire! That always seemed to work.

“This yeti is not some ordinary beast. Its strength will surely match your own. The only way to defeat it is to out think it or surpass its iron will. I doubt very much you are up to that task.”

“O…oh? It’s strong? Like… it could pin me down or…” Spyra quickly realized that her train of thought was most unbalanced after she started to lick her lips. Ok, so… maybe she was lustful. And not exactly bright. But still! There was no way this guy could know that!

“Whatever. I’m not lustful, and I’m totally, like, mentally strong. I’ll prove it. Whip your dick out. I won’t even suck it.” Spyra said, certain that such a challenge would prove her purity of heart and strength of will. How could she be lustful if she didn’t suck his cock?

“No,” Brother Harry said flatly. His eyes shifted to the left of Spyra. “Good day, Elora.” He said with no break. Spyra glanced behind her. Apparently, she hadn’t heard the clacking of Elora’s hooves as she approached behind her. She wore a nonplussed look, her pointed ears pushed back and her arms crossed under her bust.

“Elora! Thank you. Would you tell this guy about how balanced and non-lustful I am?” She asked the faun earnestly. Elora rolled her eyes, but did crack a smile.

In truth, she had elected Colossus as their first destination in part because the monks here had sworn vows of celibacy. Vows that, to Elora’s knowledge, had never been broken. Her hope was that their cool, collected, and chaste lifestyle might at least in part influence their new savior. It was a long shot, she knew, but if anyone in Avalar would be able to stop Spyra’s apparent rampant sexual urges, it would be Colosi Monks. Still, with a girl who openly sucked off farm animals, they certainly had their work cut out for them.

“Good day, Brother Harry. I take it you’ve met Spyra. She’s a dragon.”

“Indeed,” Harry nodded. “A Dragon in Avalar. A most auspicious occurrence. By our records, the last dragons to visit Avalar was in the realm of some 1000 years ago,” he added. This piqued both girl’s interest.

“Dragons have been in Avalar before?” Spyra asked, barely edging out Elora saying the same thing. Elora had figured that must have been the case considering the professor’s tomes mentioning them, but hearing the confirmation from another realm made the story more real and more interesting.

“Our records are quite clear. Dragons visited Colossus once before. Many mentions are made of their strength and determination,” Brother Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Few other records remain, and they have always been a source of curiosity among the monks. It is a shame, then, the dragon presented to us is so… base.”

“Thank you,” Spyra said, nodding her head in appreciation. She didn’t know what that meant, but she was pretty used to being complimented. Harry and Elora sighed.

“As you can see, she is not ready to face the great beast,” Harry told Elora. She tilted her head and hummed, closing her eyes in thought.

“Well, I agree that she isn’t exactly the idea of a dragon either of us had, I can’t deny she’s proven quite effective. She got a talisman from Glimmer, and I’ve seen her strength and agility first hand. You have my word that she won’t make the situation worse, and definitely isn’t in any danger of this Yeti.” Harry gave Elora the same piercing stare he had delivered to Spyra earlier, which she took perfectly while Spyra watched with eager anticipation. She wanted a shot at that yeti. Or at least to see one.

“You’re a virtuous person, Elora. If you believe that this dragon has a chance to vanquish this yeti, I’ll take your word for it.” Spyra pumped her fist and jumped up in the air with excitement, her head sized breasts bouncing obscenely as she did. Elora was rapidly developing a headache.

With this, Brother Harry began to walk in the direction of the temple, the unspoken direction being to follow him, which they both did. 

It wasn't long into the walk when the trio walked next to the mighty temple Spyra saw when she landed. It was vast, and Spyra looked up at it, impressed.

"Wow… this is really something. Avalar has the coolest buildings!" Spyra said excitedly to Elora.

"Yeah, I guess it does," Elora said, returning a smile to Spyra. In truth, she had gotten somewhat used to the architecture of Avalar, having been poking her head in and out of every realm she could find. She had been focused on the people, and their conflicts. The buildings they had built never really meant anything to her. 

"Umm… what are those?" Spyra asked innocently, pointing to a massive pair of statues sitting in front of the temple.

They were the same bright yellow as the Colosi's skin, and depicted the very people. The figures were in a cross legged sit, eyes closed, and in opposing hands they held two long, bent sticks. They looked quite scerine, but they definitely stood out compared to the otherwise simply brown and grey temple. 

"Those are statues depicting a monk reflecting on the purifying nature of hockey," Harry answered pleasantly, pausing to inform her. 

"Wait wait wait. The *purifying* nature of hockey? Hockey. One of the most violent sports ever?" Elora and Harry were both taken off guard by Spyra's apparent knowledge of the sport, and the astute observation. 

"Yes… well. Though we are a pacifist people, many of us have more violent, base urges. The cooperative team sport of hockey allows those urges to be exercised in a safe way." Spyra blew a raspberry in disbelief. 

"Ok so, what, I'm horny so I'm unworthy but you guys can beat each other with sticks and you're all pure. Yeah, OK, whatever," she flippantly waved her hand, dismissing his obvious hypocrisy. Elora hated to admit it, but that was kind of a good point. Though, internally, she violently resisted it. She couldn't help but look at Spyra as being kind of… well, degenerate. Committing bestiality was on a bit of a different level than consensually engaging in violent sport.

"I would not expect you to understand," he said, continuing on his walk around the massive temple. "Our hockey players are only mortal, and acknowledge it. Through their struggles, they gain purity." Spyra cast a side eye at Elora and shook her head. She simply shrugged in return and continued to follow Harry. 

Suddenly, as they rounded a corner, a mad goat came charging at them! It was huge, 5 feet tall if it was an inch, with horns almost as big as the small monk that led the party. The only reason it got a jump on them was that it had been standing still just before they approached. Its massive hooves that supported its muscular body pounded the dirt it ran on with a booming, rhythmic thumping. The cloud of dust it pumped up dirtied the white fur that covered it, and it shook its mad looking face to clear its red eyes as it bleated aggressively at them.

Elora and Harry instinctually shielded themselves with their arms, closing their eyes and scrunching up as they prepared for impact! But it never came. Instead, all they heard was a crunch, and a snap. 

Finally opening their eyes, they saw Spyra ahead of them, her horns interlocked with its. Her hands were also on the beast's horns, gripping them tightly. Where their horns had met, Spyra's had snapped the mountain goat's. 

In this position, looking at her from behind as she braced against the beast, the muscles hidden under her scales and soft body made themselves known. Her arms, legs, glutes and back all flexed visibly, turning her smooth purple body into something more like the statue of a warrior than the statue of a lover. 

Those powerful arms flexed once more. Spyra, gripping the beast by the horns, lifted up the goat and tossed it to the side, almost 10 yards from the group. Smoke plumed from her nose as she breathed heavily and aggressively, and if they could see her face, they'd see the deadly seriousness in her eyes, all directed at the goat. 

The goat, humiliated and defeated, bleeted meekly and ran off in the direction they had just come from. When it was finally out of sight, Spyra's body relaxed, and her wide combat ready stance returned to her full length elegant standing position. At her feet were the tips of its horns, broken by the sheer strength of the dragon. 

"Whoa…" Elora said quietly. She hadn't seen anything like that. Spyra, the bumbling degenerate bimbo, had transformed into an entirely different being.

"See! Being horny doesn't mean I can't kick butt!" She did an awkward looking karate chop at the air, which impressed no one. 

OK, she had transformed into something entirely different for about 5 seconds there. Still. It showed that, deep inside that happy go lucky girl was a fighter. A strong one. A brave one. 

Harry seemed to share the sentiment, nodding his head at Elora, an impressed look on his face. Elora shot him back a smile, and the trio continued their journey into the monastery.

The rest of the trip was largely uneventful. They bumped into several other monks, who described their plan to trap the yeti in their meditation chamber by locking off several parts of the temple behind it as it made its way deeper and deeper into the building, until eventually it found itself back outside where the chamber was located.  Apparently, it had worked since they saw neither hide nor hair of the yeti well into the temple. 

Inside, even more hockey paraphernalia clashed with the moai-esque heads that decorated much of the temple. Sticks and trophies, pucks and pads. It was a deeply odd contrast, but one that Spyra found more interesting (if hypocritical) than anything else. 

Before long, they had arrived at a small out building on a cliffside overreach of the monastery. Square, simple, and tan, it seemed like a miniature version of the larger building. The only difference was an imposing stone head staring out into the distance that topped the chamber. 

"Well, this is it, young dragon," Harry said, gesturing toward an entry that descended down into the mountain, where the meditation chamber was built. Spyra cracked her neck, shook her shoulders, pumped her wings,  and let out a breath. Suddenly. She felt a soft hand press against her back, just under her right wing. Glancing to her side, Elora was giving a slight smile. 

"You got this," she said with somewhat shaky confidence. Spyra just nodded her head, and made her way down the entrance tunnel. Sparx, scared, decided to let Spyra take this one alone. He'd still redirect the hits, but… well… he was only a bug! 

Inside, the room was almost entirely bare brown tile. On one side of the wall there were numerous floor to ceiling windows that showed off the beautiful sky of Colossus. Indeed, the room was quite tranquil. Or, at least. It would have been. 

Standing in the middle of the room was a 7 foot tall bipedal beast, covered in white fur. Its face was twisted and terrifying, only vaguely humanoid. Its features were exaggerated, with massive hands, legs, and feet. It was letting out violent and aggressive screams, beating its chest like a rampaging gorilla. 

Spyra's heart lodged itself in her throat. The beast was huge and terrifying. And secretly, she kind of thought he was hot. It reminded her of, well… someone else. Still, she was determined to prove that she wasn't some sex obsessed weirdo like Harry thought. She wanted to impress Elora too, after disappointing her by not bringing back more talismans. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran, head down, horns pointed straight out at the beast. Despite running at her full speed, intending to impale the beast, it easily dodged her. Not realizing she passed him, she wound up slamming horns first into the tile wall. Both her horns impaled it easily, and she pulled them out just as easily. The impact didn't even shake her. She had been slamming her head into walls since she was a kid bashing open treasure boxes and missing.

Turning around, the yeti was charging her, letting out a war cry of its own! Thinking fast, she let out a massive burst of flame, covering the beast's fur in magically hot flame. 

This caused the beast to slow, giving Spyra a chance to jump away from it, but it certainly didn't stop him. While he didn't like the heat, his fur didn't even have a singe! Clearly, it had its own kind of magic. He patted his chest down, as if worried about any cinders that may have landed on him, then launched a glare at the girl.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Spyra was in over her head. 

The yeti's pause didn't last long, and soon the creature's massive feet were pounding down on the ground as he tried to rush the dragon again. Each step caused bursts of dust to come up from the floor and down from the ceiling. Still helpless and planless, Spyra looked around the room. It was bare. The only thing in it were the windows. 

She couldn't see them. That meant they were… 

She backed up, braced herself, and brought herself low. The yeti was coming closer and closer. She could smell the beast's musky, strong scent as it got within three feet. Then, acting as fast as she could, she dove to the side. 

*CRASH!*

The sound of glass breaking filled the room, and Spyra quickly looked to where she had just stood. Sure enough, she had been standing in front of a window, and the beast had dove straight through it. 

She let out a deep sigh, and relaxed her body. How was that for out thinking him? A small smirk crept across her face. 

*CRASH!*

Another window shattered, and before she could even turn to look at it, she felt the glass shards glance across her wings. Then, a heavy impact against her back. And that was heavy by her super strong standards. It pushed her off her feet, and as she flew through the air she heard the yeti's powerful scream. 

Spyra landed hard on the ground in the center of the chamber, twisting in air and landing hard on her ass, tail, back, and wings. The impact was enough to shake loose small chunks of ceiling. 

"OK…Fight didn't work. Neither did flight," Spyra talked to herself, sitting up from where she crashed. As she did, she saw the yeti climbing back into the room from the broken window, the cracked glass doing absolutely nothing to him.

"Guess that just leaves…"

Slowly, Spyra opened her legs into a spread eagle position, and a faint smile crossed her face. 

"OK big guy…you win. Come claim your prize." 

The Yeti let out a scream, but not as intense. Seeing his prey not getting up, and apparently presenting herself to him, the aggression became more inquisitive. Slowly, he moved forward toward the center of the room. His eyes were fixated on Spyra's yellow scaled cunt that disrupted her smooth underbelly. Spyra thought it was quite attractive, but the aesthetic beauty of her flower was lost on the massive brute. 

Spyra didn't really have a plan. At this point, she was more concerned with survival. And this certainly seemed like a way to survive. 

As the beast got closer and closer, it seemed to grasp what was happening. He had claimed a mate. And a twisted smile grew across his face. Soon, a red tip came poking out from the crotch of the creature. 

Yeti cock, it seemed, was just as big and brutish as the creature it was attached to. 

Growing to its full size, it was quite a sight. Beet red, conical, and easily a foot long, it was tipped with a bizarre shaped head. Wider than the base of the cock, and conical and fringed. It was truly a terrifying fuck stick, but Spyra's eyes had all but turned into hearts as they locked into it. Biting down on her bottom lip hard, she spread her legs wider. 

The scent of musk in the room grew significantly stronger with the reeking cock out, and as he finally reached just in front of her, Spyra's nose was burning. Her cunt was absolutely dripping, and when the yeti finally wrapped his hands around her thighs completely, Spyra was soaked. 

In an instant and with absolutely no foreplay, the Yeti slammed his cock into Spyra's waiting pussy. She let out a cry of pain of pleasure, but didn't fight the monster for an instant. 

The cry was enough, however, for Elora and Harry to poke their head down into the entry chamber, where they both got an eye full of the show. 

Spyra's pussy was getting pumped rapidly by the massive cock. The foot long beast was slamming against her cervix, and it was unbelievably painful, but Spyra found great pleasure in that pain. It also left her visibly distending just under her belly button, a sight that drove Spyra absolutely wild. The sight and feeling of her guts getting absolutely stirred was such a strange, painful, but erotic and taboo sensation that it was sending crossed signals up her body to her pleasure centers. 

Also helping that was the bizarre shape of the yeti dick. Spyra's tight pussy clung to every part of it, allowing her to feel all of it, even as the umbrella-like tip scraped every sensitive spot in her body. 

"Yes! YES! Fuck me you animal!" Spyra cried, her nails digging into the tile under her, breaking it. The yeti seemed to respond to the request, and started fucking her even harder. He pushed her legs up over her head and started absolutely slamming the girl down into the ground. 

At this stage, many large chunks of the ceiling had started to fall as the two super strong creatures began to fuck in earnest. 

In a breeding, jackhammer position, the creature was letting out beastly yells while Spyra returned them with her own animalistic grunts. 

For the second time today, Elora could not believe what she was seeing. Spyra was simply letting herself be *used* by this thing. It made her furious! Something deep inside her was breaking down. How? How could Spyra just go around fucking anything she wanted? Clearly this was no rape as she first thought. No, it just looked like it. This slut was clearly enjoying it. 

Harry simply shook his head. 

Meanwhile, the yeti was still simply slamming into his newly claimed mate. But he was starting to slow down. Spyra had already orgasmed twice, and was feeling a third building up inside her. 

The thrusts grew slower, harder, and more intense. Then, pushing into her deeply, the yeti let out a great roar, and a tsunami of cum burst into her cunt. Burst after burst of watery cum flooded into her, pushing up out of her and spraying between the two in a gooey mess. Her own third orgasm was so, so close. 

The creature finally pulled out, and started to dribble the last of its cum onto Spyra's belly. Then, in a cry of victory, it let out one final roar, and beat its chest. Spyra, trying to edge out one last orgasm, started to rub her clit, legs still up in the air. 

Then, the roof collapsed. 

The enormous stone head that rested atop the building came crashing down, landing directly on top of the yeti. If it wasn't for her legs being up in the air, and her tail moving on instinct, Spyra certainly would have lost an appendage or two. 

The stone head must have weighed several tons, as it absolutely crushed the yeti on impact. The creature exploded in a disgusting bloody explosion. Blood absolutely covered Spyra, virtually every part. She seemed now entirely red with only a few splotches of purple. The crushing was so intense and brutal that even the merely peeking Harry and Elora found themselves splattered with a few flakes of blood. 

All three's eyes spread wide. 

Spyra's legs dropped, landing and resting against the blood stained stone. She simply stared, slack jawed. Harry and Elora too were shaken to their core. 

The rage she had just been feeling, mixed with shock, disgust, and a sudden rush of sadness and sympathy for Spyra. She vomited. 

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The three sat outside of the meditation chamber, only some of the blood cleaned off Spyra. None of them spoke. Instead, they simply watched as the monks in training walked into the building with mops and buckets. Sparx had rejoined them by now, resting on Spyra's horns. He was blue, requiring a rest. 

Harry was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Well. Spyra. I have to say. Your methods are unorthodox. But I cannot deny your results. It's… unfortunate what occurred," he stood and brushed off his white tunic. "But, our problems certainly have been solved. So, I feel that the temple owes you some reward." 

Spyra looked up at him. He walked back into the meditation chamber, and quickly returned. In his hand was a small, golden version of the hockey statues she had seen earlier. 

"I present to you a talisman of our realm. We used to use it as a hockey trophy." He bowed as he presented it to the dragon, who lifelessly took it, and looked it over. 

"Uhh… thanks. Say, do you happen to have a portal we can use to get out of here?" Spyra asked, standing, giving a glance down to Elora. 

"Of course. It's in the chamber, please follow me." Harry walked back into the chamber, and Spyra started to follow before realizing Elora was still sitting on the ground, back against the building. 

"Uhh, Elora?" Spyra asked. Approaching the sitting faun. "I don't know about you but I could probably use a bath." She didn't respond, just staring into the middle distance. 

Suddenly, a small queef erupted from Spyra's pussy, and a flow of cum burst from her vagina and dribbled down her leg and dropped onto the grass. 

Spyra attempted to muffle her laugh, but immediately failed. Her attempts to stop herself from laughing just caused her to laugh even harder. It was high pitched and girlish, matching her voice exactly. 

Elora looked up at her, stone faced. 

"How do you do it? You just watched a… a thing you had sex with die in the most bloody way imaginable. And you're just… laughing?" 

Still laughing, Spyra eventually managed to calm herself down. 

"Oh I don't know. It just kind of winds up that way a lot for me. Whenever I have sex with someone I don't want to, they usually wind up dead. Like, for example, back in Glimmer, there were these three lizard guys that raped me. So, I tourched 'em! It just kinda happens. Though, I really didn't mind that guy. But still, I was gonna kill him. I was going to push these guys into him when he was distracted," she poked at her horns. 

"Oh, and that's certainly not the bloodiest way I've seen someone die. You should have seen how I lost my virginity." She thought back to Gnasty Gnorc, and that fateful day… 

Elora's head tilted, staring at the still blood-covered dragon.

"You… you were raped, gang raped and you just… just killed them and moved on?" She blinked. Her mind was being assaulted by too many things at once. She wasn't built for this… this violence. 

Elora stood up, and started walking toward the meditation chamber entrance, and eventually down the ramp. Avoiding her own vomit, she walked through the building which now was covered with watered down blood and smelt strongly of copper. The portal had already turned on, and she walked through it, saying nothing. 

"What's her deal?" Spyra asked Sparx, who buzzed noncommittally. 

"Come on pal, I think I saw a rabbit over there. Let's get you topped off," Spyra said, skipping off to do unspeakable things to a rabbit before taking a nice dip in the Summer Forest lake.

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Spyra was faced with a dilemma. The portal to Colossus was on an island in the middle of the Summer Forest lake. Spyra could not swim, and the distance to the shore was far too long to glide. She had just taken a dip in the lake, keeping a hand on the landmass that dropped sheerly down the lake, and the lake around her was now slightly muddled red from the washed off blood.

She sighed heavily, eyes locked on the shore just out of reach. 

"How do you think Elora crossed this? She doesn't seem like much of a swimmer," she mused to Sparx, who buzzed in agreement. 

Spyra closed her eyes and rubbed them. This was going to be difficult no matter what. Ultimately, she applied her favorite adage. The best way forward is through. 

She walked over to the very edge of the small island, then turned around and stared intently at the grassy shore. She visualized herself running, jumping, and gliding all the way to the bank. She imagined the impact her feet would feel as they reached beyond the water. Her toe claws tensed in reality, as if to grip and stop her from slipping back into the water. 

Then she opened her eyes and put her plan into action. Running at top speed, she leapt off the island with all her might. Her powerful and muscular legs pushed her forward 50 feet with ease, and wings caught on a breeze, and she was sure she would reach the edge. Breaking into a wide grin, she preemptively lowered her legs from behind her and they found purchase. 

On water. 

It was as if her body suddenly caught the memo that this wasn't going to happen. Halfway over the lake, her glide suddenly ended and she found herself landing feet first in the water. 

Shocked by the sudden cold and loss of air, she began to flail in the water. Quickly, water entered her mouth and pushed itself into her throat. The placid lake was disturbed violently, with her at the epicenter of violent waves and rushes. 

"*Cack* *Ptt*" she was spitting and coughing up as much water as she could as she violently tossed her arms about the water, desperately looking for land. Her body was rapidly being drawn under, and she could sense her doom. 

Suddenly, she felt an arm grab her by the wrist and pull her up. 

It turned out that in her struggle, she had managed to flail herself only a few feet from the bank of the lake. Her panic had blinded her, and she hadn't realized. Hunter had spotted her, and quickly jumped to her aid. 

After being pulled free from what may or may not have been her watery grave, Spyra quickly collapsed onto the soft grass and started to hack up water. She almost got some on Hunter's feet, but he had the presence of mind to back away as her lungs emptied. 

"*HACK* Th-thanks Hunter. If you hadn't saved me, I'd be dead for sure." After the water worked its way out of her she took deep breaths, and looked up to her savior from all fours. 

"Aww, I doubt that. You were only a few feet from the shore. I'm sure you would have struggled over eventually," he gave a cocky smirk before squatting down. Being on her elbows and knees, her head only came up to his crotch, even while squatting. 

The position offered her a much more detailed view of it. For the first time, she was able to see the bulge of his balls hidden under his fur. She could smell them too. Hunter's musk was quite pleasant. Less aggressively animalistic and heavy than the typical fur-bound humanoid she encountered. Instead it was lighter and a bit more sharp. Almost like a cologne. 

"I'm just surprised a big scary dragon never learned how to swim." Spyra was snapped out of staring at and sniffing his yellow fuzzy sack. She pushed herself up onto her feet, Hunter pushing himself back up to standing along with her.

“Oh, well, it just never came up. Dragon bodies are pretty dense. Believe it or not I weigh about 300 pounds.”She loosely gestured to her lithe body. A startling amount of musculature was hidden away in her frame.

“I could tell when I pulled you out of the water.” He unconsciously rolled his shoulder, over which he had his bow and quiver of arrows carelessly slung. “It was a strain, even for me. It’s gonna be tough when you start bouncing on my hips,” Hunter gave a smirk. Spyra had to think about the come on for a little bit, letting out an “Oh!” when she finally pieced it together.

“Cocky. I like that.” She drew closer to the cheetah and ran a claw up and down his shoulder, causing him to shiver. It made her put on her own cocky grin. But just as quickly as she had come forward, she pulled away, punctuating her withdrawal with a cheeky spank to his ass.

“Come on, there will be time for sex later. Elora wants us to track down those Talismans. I may not really get it, but I know a quest when I’m on one,” she said, eager to get on with collecting them for her. She still felt bad about sleeping on the job earlier, and felt like grabbing 3 talismans in one day would put her back on track.

“Where’s another portal? Let’s do this!” She bounced up and down excitedly, her tits jiggling with equal energy along with her. Hunter stared at them hungrily. Still, he knew she was right. The professor was in danger, and they had to focus on that for now. He shook off his arousal.

“The portal to Idol Springs is right over here,” Hunter said, bounding off to behind a nearby hill as he spoke. Spyra chased his tail more eagerly than he was chasing hers, and shortly she found herself in front of a new portal. She could see through it orange tinted clouds and a red sky. It seemed it was evening there, matching the slowly descending sun in Summer Forest.

“Ladies first,” Hunter said, giving a bow and an indication toward the portal. Spyra giggled politely, and quickly leapt into the portal, gliding off into the realm, Hunter following shortly behind.

After the brief travel, the two landed firmly on their feet in the new world. It was a world of mossy, rocky hills. The air was thick and wet, and beside them was another vast lake, though its shade of blue was laden with the green of algae. In the center of the lake was an absolutely massive stone Moai head, one very reminiscent of that which Spyra had recently encountered. A small shiver went down her spine, but just for a moment. She was about to turn and ask Hunter what the trouble here was, but in no time at all it made itself known.

Coming from behind them came the cobbling sound of wooden shoes on stone. Turning around, they saw a short man, certainly the same sort of humanoid as was in Colossus, though this one was green. He wore on his head a yellow hat that reminded Spyra of the Gemcutters she saw earlier that day. He wore a plain brown tunic overlaid by white coveralls. A look of panic was on his face as he ran toward the pair.

“Hunter! Oh Hunter, thank goodness you’re here. The Tiki’s, they’ve… they’ve come to life!” the man exclaimed, his voice huffing, puffing, and coarse. As he caught his breath, it was immediately taken away as he looked at Spyra.

“Holy moly… Who’s the babe?!?” He asked, more excited by her than the apparent assault on his people by tiki’s. Spyra smiled appreciatively.

“Calm down Foreman Bob,” Hunter said, sarcastically reaching down and patting the hard hat of the short man. “That’s Spyra, she’s a dragon.”

“What’s a dragon? Ahh, never mind. I’ll take all the help I can get. Especially help as beautiful as hers,” Bob smiled at Spyra, his voice doing its best to sound humble and complimentary. She happily took it.

“Why thank you. Well, I’m all too happy to help. Oh, and by the way, you wouldn’t happen to have taken a vow of celibacy, would you?” Spyra asked, flirtatiously. Foreman Bob laughed out loud.

“Who, me? Nah, not on your life. You’ve been spending too much time with those Colossus guys. They’re nuts!” Spyra’s laugh joined Bob’s own as she heartily agreed. Hunter rolled his eyes at the two, but couldn’t help smiling. He couldn’t imagine Spyra hanging out with those sticks in the mud. These builders always seemed like a relaxed, happy group. Right up Spyra’s alley.

“So, tiki’s huh?” Hunter asked, after the laughter had died down. “That sounds pretty serious. Stone heads coming to life. How’d that happen? Made them too detailed?” He joked. Foreman Bob gripped his nose, frustrated. Not at Hunter, but at the situation.

“No, it was that jerk Ripto! He came in and started casting spells all over the place. Next thing we knew, our wennie roast was getting overrun with tiki’s.”

Spyra glanced up at the large stone idol head.

“Hmm. This might be a tough one. I’m strong, but running into stone all day is gonna exhaust me,”

“Yeah, and my arrows won’t exactly do much, either,” he took his bow out from over his shoulder, looking somewhat disappointed.

“Oh, they aren’t stone heads. They’re tiki’s. They’re made of wood,” Bob corrected, flatly.

“Wood?” A smirk grew on Spyra’s face, she glanced over at Hunter, who returned the grin.

—---------

The remaining part of the day passed extremely quickly. Spyra and Hunter had an absolute blast together hunting down the Tiki’s who were harassing the workers around the island. Spyro's flame breath made short work of them, and each time they saved a worker, they would cheer and join the growing party following behind her. Each tiki went up instantly, a dragon’s flame breath was simply too much for any being foolish enough to be made of wood. Ashes were all that was left of most of her enemies.

Most of the tiki’s were huge, round beasts bearing terrifying visages with massive lips and sharp features. Each one looked like it could easily eat one of the tiny little workers, each of which could be no taller than 4 feet. A few of them were smaller, matching the size of their builders. Even Hunter's simple bow and arrow was enough to crack their wood.

One tiki seemed to have enough smarts to pick up a metal shield, a grill top to match his wennie on a stick weapon. Flame and arrow proving ineffective, Spyra simply walked over to the short tiki, ripped the makeshift shield out of its hands, threw it to the ground, and roasted the abomination down to cinders and the kebab. The crowd behind her cheered, grabbing the remaining metal stick. They had gathered up the lot of them from the idols across the valley, apparently not eager to let their best cooking utensils go to waste.

As the party worked its way through the rocky, mossy hillside they encountered carved out structures similar to those found in Colossus, though more used and worn. It seemed as if nature was seeking to reclaim the hills for her own. It was a comfortable sight, if less pristine than the monastery had been.

“Hold on, where are the girls?” Bob suddenly spoke up, surveying the group of about ten they had gathered. All men. “Anyone seene ‘em?”

Everyone shook their heads, except for one.

“I saw her, boss! Stella!” A short green worker pushed his way to the front of the crowd. “She and a group of the other girls were on their way to fight that enormous Idol we made the other day. They said they were gonna blast the thing with lightning!"

"Ughhhh!" The foreman groaned, slamming his hard hat on the ground with enough force for it to bounce back up above his head. 

"That Stella is gonna give me an ulcer! Miss Dragon, Hunter, I hate to ask you to be more help than you've already been but-" 

"Don't worry about it," Spyra said bending down the little man and ruffling his hair. "Me and Hunter got you covered." 

Hunter didn't love being volunteered, but he certainly would have accepted the task anyway. He looked down at the builder and gave him a confident grin.

"Yeah, just point us in the right direction, we'll be back before sun down." 

The small worker gave them the location of Stella and company's planned ambush, just beyond the main workshop. She held hula classes there, and she figured she had the home field advantage. Stella, it turned out, was actually quite a skilled practitioner in ritual magic. She and her girls were indeed able to call rain and lightning, but no one had heard the crack of a storm all day. 

They found their way to the valley quickly and quietly. The workshop was built into large hills that surrounded the area, and sure enough a trek up the closest yielded a view of their destination, and Stella. 

A stout green woman in a coconut bikini and grassy hula skirt was chained, wrists and ankles in manicals, to a black porous rock on what looked like a raised etched stage. Around it were many other green ladies, all apparently unconscious, or possibly dead. Hunter growled at that particular sight. 

Standing center stage was a massive tiki, twice as wide and tall as all of his brothers. He was of a different wood than them as well, an almost rock-like purplish grey. Plants grew out of the top of him, forming a stylized greenish hair and hinting that he may also have served as a planter. Where his comrades wielded shish kebab sticks (often with meat and veg still attached), in his hands was a massive orange umbrella, apparently all stolen from the same party. The two could see even from their distant vantage point that it was tipped with a dangerously sharp metal end. 

Before either could make a plan of attack, Stella spoke out. 

"What do you want, you rotten tiki?" she yelled in its face. It simply kept wearing its same ugly grin, brandishing the spear-like tip at her, tracing it along her neck.

Though she struggled with all her strength, it was clear she wasn't going anywhere. Her arms and legs had enough slack that she could in theory have kicked the idol if he had stood close enough. As it was, the umbrella put him just out of reach. Still, she needed to express her raw rage. And there was only one method that hadn't been restrained. 

*Hcccckkk… Ptt!*

She let out a big glob of spit on the tiki's purple face, landing on his massive oversized mouth. Though it made no noise, the being was clearly aggravated by the attack. In a swift motion, it pulled back it's makeshift spear from her neck, aimed it upward slightly, and slammed it forward right at Stella's head!

Stella was too quick for it, though, and instead the tip found purchase in one of the rock behind her's many holes, breaking chunks of it off. She had moved her head just as quickly as he had moved his carved wooden hand. Still, it was clear that he wasn't going to miss twice. He yanked the umbrella back, and re-aimed it, this time pointing it straight at her green belly. 

Before he disembowel her, however, the sound of a *thunk* echoed in the valley. 

One of Hunter's arrows lodged itself right in the side of the beast's body. 

Unfortunately the beast being animated wood found the impact more distracting than painful. Still, it bought Stella a moment of life, since the tiki became quite distracted by the orange feline and purple lizard who were peeking out above the hill beside him. 

Hunter looked almost surprised to find himself with his bow in his hand. The instinct had just taken over him. But now that tiki's unliving white eyes were upon him, he found his bravery slipping. 

"Oh shoot. What do I do, what do I do?" He looked around wildly for something, anything to help him. Spyra grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

“Hunter! Hunter! Load an arrow!” She pointed down toward the tiki, whose attention had left them, and was instead reinvested in killing Stella.

“Oh shoot, shoot!” Hunter nocked an arrow, and pulled it back. Before he had a chance to loose it, Spyra let out a small blow of breath. Aimed directly at the arrow, her supernaturally heated breath made the arrow catch flame instantly.

“Ahhh!” Hunter let out a shocked scream, releasing the arrow in surprise.

Fortunately, even shocked, his sharpshooting instincts proved strong and the arrow flew true to its target. The flaming missile punctured the side of the massive purple idol, and instantly it caught fire. It didn’t instantly burn to ash as so many of the previous ones did, instead it found itself burning slowly, struggling to put out the fire on it. Distracted, it lost all interest in Stella and didn’t even notice as he backed into her.

Stella, knowing an opportunity when she saw one, braced her back against the rock and lifted her legs and landed her feet on the alight tiki. Stubby though they were, her legs were strong enough to push the thing over. Its internal dirt spilled and it found itself totally helpless, like a turtle on its back.

In short order, the flames overtook it and the creature stopped struggling as it turned to ash before the three’s eyes.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief, then a cocky grin appeared on his face.

“He never stood a chance,” he said, renewed confidence in his voice. “Not against the two of us.” To punctuate the teamwork, he put his hand up asking for a high five. A big goofy smile grew on Spyra, and she didn’t leave him hanging.

As soon as her hand hit his, he regretted the offer. She didn’t hold back an ounce of strength and nearly popped his shoulder out of place. The impact of the epic high five let out an almost thunderous clapping sound.

Hunter let out a cry of pain, but Spyra paid him no mind. Instead, she was already leaping over the hill to free Stella from her bondage. Making short work of the iron chains, Spyra moved quickly to check on the girls on the ground.

“They’re alive, I think,” Stella said, massaging her newly liberated wrists. “It just smacked them with its umbrella, it didn’t stab any of them.” Spyra confirmed what she said, finding them unconscious but breathing. Some were even starting to come to.

Stella had made her way over to the mound of dirt and ash and gave it a few taunting kicks by the time Hunter made his way down to assess the situation himself.

“Thanks for the assist, Hunter. Who’s your, ahh…” she looked over at Spyra. Bent over at the waist examining the hula girls, her tail was up and her pussy and ass were totally exposed to open air. As if to emphasize just how little she cared, her rear was even bouncing as she hummed a tune to herself to celebrate their victory.

“Who’s your friend?”

Hunter sighed and caught Stella up on Spyra, but ultimately she didn’t seem to care. She was just happy to be freed. The other girls were finally getting to their feet when they were joined by the male workers. Foreman Bob quickly ran up to Stella and embraced her in a hug, which Stella eagerly returned. Spyra found the scene quite touching.

“Thank you! Thank you two so much,” the foreman said, tears in his voice. “There has to be something we can do to thank you properly.” He was earnestly looking for something to repay them. Of course, they both already had a reward in mind.

“Well, actually, we’re looking for talismans to each of the worlds. If you had one, we could-” Spyra was cut off by Foreman Bob.

“Done,” he said, holding up a single green hand. That hand quickly turned to a pointing finger at one of his smaller workers. “Allan! Get the woman an Idol!”

Allan hopped to attention, and was off like a light toward the nearby main workshop.

“Still, that doesn’t seem like enough. You saved our village,” Foreman Bob said, stroking his chin. Stella, nearby tending to the women, piped to him. 

"Why don't we invite them to a luau? We need to make for the last one that was so rudely interrupted," 

Spyra was going to say they didn't need any further reward, but an invitation to a party was going to be tough to turn down. Instead she just kept her mouth shut. 

"That's a great idea! Let's have it tonight! I think we could all use a chance to have some fun after that," he agreed. "Besides, half the stuff is already set up." Bob walked over to the pile of ash and grabbed the somewhat tattered umbrella. It was slightly burned, but he seemed absolutely convinced that it was still functional. 

"Sure, I'm in," Spyra chimed, ass and tail already shaking in anticipation of what would probably be considered her actual birthday party. She turned to Hunter to see if the cheetah would be attending. He glanced at her with a smile. 

"Oh, you know I'm in," he said, his skater boy voice sounding like he was in a perpetual state of pre-party. Just before they were able to start drawing up plans for the luau, the worker named Allan returned, a jade Idol in his hand. He presented it with a bow to Spyra, who took it happily. Before tossing it up and sending it to her private hoard to join the guidebook, she looked again at her companion..

“Here, bring this back to Elora,” she said, handing it over to him. “You earned it as much as I did. Besides, she should probably know where we are tonight. I’m sure she’d be invited too.”

Hunter accepted the Idol, smiling as he looked it over, then back at Spyra. He was a glory hound, but he had enough self awareness to know that Spyra was doing him a favor. This would definitely go a long way to helping prove himself in Elora’s eyes… Assuming she believed that he had gotten it in the first place.

He wasn’t sure about her at first, even less sure about her as he learned more about her, but right now it was clear to him that she had a good heart.

“Aww, thanks Spyra. I’ll make sure she gets it. I’ll be back before you know it.” He ran off toward the main workshop, where a portal was stored, Idol tucked safely under arm.

—---------- Later that night

The luau was in full swing as the moon found its way overhead. They had settled on the lake that Spyra had first arrived at. Speaking of the dragon, she had found herself as the guest of honor. Leis, gifts, and enormous amounts of food were passed her way. Even Sparx got his time in the spotlight, being fed butterflies by hand by a hula girl. That's not to say Spyra was content to simply sit back and be waited on. Quite the contrary, every torch that dotted the rocky shore was lit by her. She was sure the other dragons would be mad. She was turning her breath into a mere party trick, but it was her party, she could do what she wanted.

Not to mention, she had also used to light the roaring bonfire that lay beneath the roast pig they were all feasting on. A rare and unique honor, she was told.

Before too long, a great stone chest was hauled out from a shed by two small workers. Using chisels to pop it open, a burst of white fog left the revealed gap and flooded the mossy floor beneath it. Spyra looked on with great curiosity, but the workers and hula girls all were crowded around and letting out cheers of excitement. As the mist cleared, Spyra could see why. Inside the chest was a lot of chipped ice, with several brown bottle necks poking out.

Now, it was a party.

Before she knew it, Spyra found herself having a celebratory birthday drink, followed by another and another. All the luau goers were eagerly encouraging her as she popped off bottle tops with her claws and chugged down bottle after bottle of brown booze. She hated the taste, it was bitter and nasty, but she loved the way it made her feel. Not to mention all the positive attention it was drawing from her admirers.

After her third bottle in 5 minutes, she craned her head up and let out a powerful belch, resulting in a massive plume of flame rocketing into the air, and the crowd going absolutely wild. Spyra smiled, and as the booze started to hit her blood stream, stumbled off to be near the food. The pig was carved, and served with rice in bowls made of pineapple on a table set up by the water.

To Spyra’s drunk mind, the combination of acidic juices with weighty meat and powerful spice made this perhaps the greatest meal she had ever had.

Her body felt hot most of the time, but the alcohol was pushing her temperature even higher, and her loins were no exception. The booze had given her a certain amount of synesthesia, and the taste of the pork and rice was sending tingles all through her body. Her head was swimming. It felt like the world was spinning. Her body was so hot, and so desperate. She couldn’t restrain herself from touching herself discreetly under the table at which she sat. With one hand gently flicking her clit, her other hand gripped at the table, her claws sending parallel streaks down it.

“Hey, you alright dragon lady?” One of the workers asked. Spyra didn’t notice him approach, and when she whipped her head around to look, it took her vision a few seconds to catch up. It made her dizzy, almost nauseous. He was a short green man with a small soul patch going down his chin, beer in hand. At that moment, he was the most handsome man Spyra had ever seen.

“No. I’m going crazy. My body is so, so hot…” her voice sounded desperate, almost pleading.

“Can you get some of your friends and just… fuck me up?” she asked, panting with the effort to stay up. The high proof beer had hit her virgin liver hard and fast. It felt like if she didn’t get dicked, and hard, this instant, she was going to faint.

“Uhhh, I mean…” The idol builder awkwardly sputtered.

“I’m gonna go over there and lay down. Bring some guys. Please,” Spyra said, as politely as she could, pointing in the direction of a mossy part of land that remained unilluminated. As she stood up from her wooden seat at the table, a gossamer string of her arousal connected her pussy to it. Glinting in the bonfire and torchlight, the builder could tell she was serious.

“I’ll be right over!” He said, quickly spinning around and rejoining the party, eagerly tracking down his most open minded coworkers. Spyra stumbled off toward vaguely where she pointed, and quickly collapsed, tripping over her own drunken feet. Landing on her back, her impact was cushioned by her ass and the lovely soft moss that wrapped over the rocky landscape like a blanket.

Looking up from where she landed, she saw her old friend Sparx, still a shimmering shade of yellow.

“Thanks for checking up on me buddy. I love you, you know that? You keep me safe, and I appreciate it.” Spyra held out a dainty, wobbly hand for the dragonfly to land on, which he happily did. “Anyway, with any luck I’m about to get dicked hard. So, sorry.” This made Sparx look a bit concerned, but ultimately, he knew that with the abundance of butterflies around to keep him on his feet, they’d both be fine.

As footsteps grew closer toward the two, Sparx buzzed off (At least into the shadows. He liked to watch.). Spyra turned her head, and saw a group of 4 guys headed her way, and a broad smile covered her face.

“Hey boyyyys,” she said louder than she intended, causing her to whisper the next part. “Who’s ready to ride a dragon?”

They all were. Rapidly, all four pulled off their coveralls and revealed their cocks. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but the occasional glint of light revealed to Spyra that their cocks were more or less proportional to their bodies, with a bit of variance throughout. The smallest was 3 inches, the largest was 6.  Their bodies also varied. Some had big guts, others had more muscular builds, and the guy with the smallest cock was also pretty damn skinny. Spyra didn’t much care about any of that, in truth. She just found people’s bodies fascinating.

And never more fascinating than when a 6 inch longcock was fast approaching her snout, which she opened on instinct. The others quickly found positions around her, one sitting on her tail and pushing his cock into her pussy, while the other two started to jerk off above her. She made token attempts to give them hand jobs, but ultimately it was impossible to focus between the beer and her head being used as a piston on the stranger’s cock. Still, the builders certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly not content with the pounding she was receiving, Spyra pushed the guy in her mouth out. It was only for a moment though, as she got on shaky hands and knees to better let herself be used. The guys took advantage of it quickly, and in ways she hadn’t expected. The one who had been in her pussy stayed there, now slipping under her, while one of the guys who had been jerking off above her slipped behind her. She suddenly felt her tail being lifted, and draped over the shoulder of one the men and then in the next instant, his cock was pushing against her asshole.

She let out a brief cry of surprise into the crotch of the guy she was blowing, causing the guy in back to move back. Taking the dick out of her mouth, Spyra quickly corrected herself.

“No, no, it’s fine. I was just surprised. Go for it,” She said, only half aware of what she was really saying. Still, her body seemed to be able to tell what she wanted. Her mouth quickly found itself back on the big dick in front of her, while her tail pushed the builder back against her. His cock found itself hotdogging between her considerable ass cheeks, before he finally corrected it and slid it into her waiting tailhole.

It slid in easily, even without lube, thanks to him being the smallest of the 4, but his aggressive humping more than made up for it. He was totally out of rhythm with the guy in front who was using her horns as handlebars (she had lost count of how many times this had happened today), but seemed to have forced the guy under her to match his speed. It turned the gang bang into a much more aggressive affair, but Spyra loved it and happily let herself be used by the three guys.

Under her, the man pumping his cock into her soaking pussy had started to suck on her tits. Lacking nipples, he simply decided to put his mouth in the middle and suck as hard as he could. It was a bizarre sensation to Spyra, but she enjoyed it.

The booze, the dick, and the new suckling sensation all rocked her body inside and out and she was cumming far, far earlier than she was expecting. Every part of her body felt so sensitive, and all the sensations felt so intense. She loved it. Her pussy and ass constrained on the men inside, tightening around them significantly and coating them in a bit of her juices. In return, both men came at roughly the same time as well, plastering her insides with dollops of their cum. The sensation of their cocks pulsing and expanding with their loads was something that Spyra especially relished. It was so unique, and so warming.

As the two men pulled out her holes, panting with pleasure and exhaustion, one spoke up.

“Alright, tag in buddy,” Said the man behind her. Spyra looked to the side and saw the fourth green builder, who she had lost track of in her drunken, lust fueled state. Quickly, he took the other’s place behind her, but instead of pushing into her freshly fucked ass, he claimed sloppy seconds on her pussy, railing her from behind. The man under her had slid out from beneath her, and joined up with his buddy nearby, enjoying a post fuck drink.

Spit roasted, Spyra gave a moan of delight as the two men worked in tandem and actually built up a rhythm. The one in front used her horns  as a grip, while the man in back gripped her ass cheeks almost too hard to push his cock into her. Being man handled like this was such a fun sensation for the dragon. It wasn’t long before the two guys had wrung another orgasm out of the over sensitive girl, and the one in front reached a climax of his own. He pushed his cock forward and let his load loose as deep into the dragon’s muzzle as he could, coating the back of her throat and leaving Spyra coughing even as she came.

As he let go of her horns and pulled out of her, Spyra suddenly lost balance and wound up face planting right into the dirty moss under her, but the guy fucking her didn’t stop at all, instead thrusting her deeper and deeper into it. Fortunately it was pretty soft, but it was still quite degrading. Spyra couldn’t really think about such a thing right now, her body so overwhelmed with sensation. In fact, she didn’t even notice when the builder deposited a second load into her pussy for the night. Her mind was wiped almost entirely blank, and the only reason she realized he had stopped fucking her was that her rear end met the same fate as her front, landing on the ground as he dropped his hold on her haunches.

Spyra felt… warm. And satisfied.

“Huh. Huh huh.” She laughed dumbly into the dirt under her. A few moments later, she promptly fell asleep.

—------------

When Hunter arrived a few minutes later, the Luau was still in full swing, with the intention of it lasting deep into the night, even sans the guest of honor. Though, Hunter wound up taking that position in spirit. 

He was happy for the warm reception after Elora’s lukewarm response. She seemed distracted, and didn’t even question it when Hunter took most of the glory of tracking down the talisman. Constantly looking off into the distance, as the night sky descended upon her, she looked almost sad. She didn’t respond at all when he told her the Spyra and he would be staying in Idol Springs for the night. He almost asked if something was wrong, but he didn’t want to press her if she didn’t feel like talking. Besides, they didn’t exactly have that kind of relationship. She really had bonded more emotionally with the professor. Hunter and Elora were on more of a jokey, good time wavelength.

Shrugging it off, Hunter gladly accepted a beer and a lei that was handed to him by a hula girl, before asking if she had seen Spyra. The girl just smirked, and pointed in the direction of a shadowy area outside of the light of luau. Hunter saw four guys leaving the area as he approached, laughing and joking with one another, and only heard them mocking one of the guys for having a small dick. He already knew what he was going to find, but still, he wanted to confirm it for himself. And sure enough, he was right.

With his well adapted cat eyes, he saw in the dark Spyra, laying face down in the moss. She was well coated in cum, with some spewing from both holes behind her. She was snoring, with some of the snores ending in tiny sparks flickering out of her nose and mouth, charring the moss in front of her. Sparx sat on one of her wings, also apparently asleep.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. He really was hoping to spend some time with her. Okay, he was at least hoping that some cum would be his. But, as it was, she was in no condition to do anything else tonight. Besides that, Hunter didn’t share too well.

Sighing, he turned his back on her. The party was still on, and he knew that some of these hula girls were into cats.

—----------------

Morning broke with the melodic sounds of groans of pain. Hula girls, idol builders, foremen, and even a dragon all found themselves cursing the sun, and its damnable brightness.

Rolling over onto her back, causing Sparx to fly up and away, Spyra squinted her eyes at the light. This… Sucked. And why did her ass hurt?

The memories of the previous night returned to her, and she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Immediately, the laughter sent shocks of pain through her brain, and she let out a small “ow.”

She lay on the soft moss for a while longer, listening to the sounds of green people rolling around and swearing off alcohol before sitting up and taking in a good look at her surroundings. It was as she expected. Many people had paired off for the night, and coconut bras, coveralls, and hard hats lay strewn about the grounds in front of the lake. The Idol seemed to cast its stoney look upon them all in disappointment, knowing all of their sins.

The only real surprise was Hunter, who sat at the table awake and alert, slowly eating some of the leftover pork. A nocturnal party animal in more ways than one, it seemed the night's events had left absolutely no impact on him. Sparx had seemed to join him, nibbling on some butterflies that flew about, and Foreman Bob was even up and awake, a cup of coffee in his hand, though he looked terrible.

Spyra groaned in pain as every muscle flexed to push herself up, but slowly made her way over to the table. As she did, cum spilled out of her pussy onto her legs, causing her to groan again.

Approaching the table, she veered off slightly toward the lake, getting as close to it as she could while still being able to submerge and bathe herself.

“Goooooood morning Spyra, hope you’re up and ready for another wonderful day of adventuring in Avalar,” Hunter said, greeting her with an intentionally grating level of upbeatness. Spyra quietly groaned, and he laughed as he got exactly the reaction he hoped for. Even Foreman Bob chuckled a bit.

“Hunter… I don’t know if I like alcohol,” Spyra whined to him as she cleaned herself in the cold, cold water, one hand gripped to the ledge.

“You learn to love it, kid. You learn to love it,” Foreman Bob retorted, the cobwebs slowly coming off his voice. “You should also probably learn to pace yourself.”

The rest of the morning went about as well as could be expected. Leftover pork and pineapple rice was had by all, and a few of the builders chose to indulge in the hair of the dog to take the pain off. Spyra quietly swore off alcohol until she could find a way to avoid getting a hangover. As 10:00 AM arrived, Spyra and Hunter finally decided it was best to take off for the day. Foreman Bob, however, dropped a bombshell on them.

“Sure thing. I’ll walk you to the portal. I’ve gotta get going myself. I’ve got tickets to the Hockey game in Colossus.”

“A hockey game?” Spyra asked. The pain had left her by now, and though she wasn’t up for anything too intense, she did love herself some hockey. That she even knew what it was surprised both Hunter and the Foreman, but neither bothered to question it. Apparently, wherever dragons were from also had hockey… for some reason.

“Yeah, Idol Springs vs Colossus. It’s a long time grudge match between us. I put a few hundred gems on our boys, and I wanna go out to support ‘em.”

Something in Spyra’s brain suddenly sparked.

“Hey. If you can get me into that hockey game, I can guarantee you get those Gems.”

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As the players took the ice, each one huge and intimidating and carrying a wooden stick to fit their size, few eyes were on them. Instead, the colossi and builders all had their eyes on the purple, nude dragon who sat among them. The colossi turned their heads and scoffed at her base appearance, but the builders all took in their eyefulls. On the ice, however, the roles were reversed.

As the skaters flew by the stands chasing after that black puck, the Colossus team, rough brutes who were channeling their more base instincts through the game, all found their eyes on Spyra. Years and years of repression had taken its toll, and most if not all of the players were in reality ringers brought in by the colossi to bolster the team since their order was not inclined to violence. The result was a team of extremely sexually frustrated men who could not believe the purple bombshell in their midst. Spyra, of course, did them no favors.

Dainty waves to the players were only the start. Bob had bought her a hotdog from the concession stand (where exactly concessions were on top of a frozen mountain lake that made up the “stadium” was anyone's guess) and she ate it in the most seductive way imaginable. Slowly, the cooked weiner brushed against her lips, its grease landing on the yellow scales of her tits. She sucked it more than she ate it. Every time the Colossus team looked at her, they found themselves being checked on their asses by the Idol Springs team.

Similarly, whenever anything remotely exciting would happen, Spyra would jump up and down to celebrate, her breasts bouncing wildly and lewdly. The players couldn’t help themselves, and they would sometimes stop dead in the middle of the ice just to look at her. And that would lead to the opposing team scoring, and that would lead to more bouncing.

When all was said and done, the game was over at 6 to 1.

Walking back toward the portal to Summer Forest, Foreman Bob lugged a massive sack full of gems over his shoulder. They stopped in the room that still contained the Yeti’s body, although successfully hidden by the idol head that crushed him.

“Spyra, you’ve done so much for the Springs and for me personally. Here. I want to split my winnings with you,” Bob said earnestly, Laying down the sack and pouring it out onto the floor in front of her. Hundreds of gems spilled out, along with two orbs.

“They’re yours to take. I won’t take no for an answer.” He nodded solemnly at her.

“Oh, Bob! You’ve been so kind to me!” Spyra reached down and grabbed the small man, bringing him up in a hug to her bosom, which he greatly appreciated.

“If you ever need anything, you come by Idol Springs and let us know. We’ll do what we can,” Foreman Bob said looking up from her boobs. Spyra let the man down. Slinging the now lighter sack back over his shoulder, Foreman Bob gave Spyra a wave and disappeared into the portal, leaving Spyra to count her gems.

Chapter Text

Spyra was faced with a dilemma. The portal to Colossus was on an island in the middle of the Summer Forest lake. Spyra could not swim, and the distance to the shore was far too long to glide.

Admittedly, this time she probably should have seen the issue coming. She was so caught up in the excitement of showing off at a hockey game that she didn't even think about how isolated the small isle was. Not even as she ascended Hunter's obstacle course to reach it by gliding.

She sighed heavily, looking over at Sparx, who buzzed around her.

"Why do I keep doing this to myself, Sparx?" she asked rhetorically.

"Having a spot of trouble with the water?" came a familiar voice from behind her. Leaping up and looking toward it, all she saw was the portal. Then, stepping out from behind the portal, hidden by the ornate frame and obscuring image, came the bear Moneybags. Dressed in his formal black suit, Spyra couldn't help but wonder how he made it to the island without getting wet.

"Oh. It's you," Spyra grumbled at him. She was still displeased about the one gem discount he had offered her in exchange for top quality head. Still, he hadn't really done anything particularly wrong as far she was concerned. He produced the bridge when paid. She couldn't fault him for that.

"What do you want? Gonna offer to build me a bridge so I can get outta here?" she asked. Moneybags just smirked and shook his head. His smile had the effect of squeezing his monocle in his eye, keeping secured as he did.

"Why Spyra, you make it out like I'm a one trick bear. No, instead I've come to offer you a way to cross any body of water you like, no need for bridges." Spyra raised a purple scaled eyebrow.

"Swimming lessons?"

"Nothing so simple." Moneybags reached into his suit coat and rummaged around, eventually retrieving what he was after. What he produced appeared to be a small scrap of shimmery silver fabric. On closer inspection, that's exactly what it was. Only it was no scrap. It was a swimsuit.

Holding it up in his hand, he showed off its form. It was a sling bikini, one continuous piece of fabric that made a large V-shape. Well, large may have been giving it too much credit. It was extremely skimpy, likely less than a square foot of fabric total.

"This is a magical swimsuit. By wearing it, you will instantly be able to swim, better than a fish," the bear said matter-of-factly with his posh British accent. The garment was a shimmering, silvery color that gleamed and flashed in the Summer Forest sun.

Spyra was smitten.

"Ooooooh! Wow, Moneybags, this is something else!" Her hands went out to grab it without a second thought, until Moneybags pulled it away before her claws could get anywhere near it.

"Ah ah ah my dear. Looking is free. If you want to touch the merchandise, you need to pay." Spyra looked at him and sighed, turning her head down and closing her eyes in disappointment.

"Fine. Fine. How much?" She asked, somewhat sullen.

"Oh, for something like this? I don't think I could let go for anything less than 400 gems," Moneybags said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't asking 4 times as much as he had previously.

Spyra, however, was unphased. She had just made a killing at the hockey game, plus what she had been picking up here and there on her adventure. It was going to make a sizable dent, but she had the cash.

"Hmmm…" she briefly considered negotiating with him, before remembering once more the "hard ball" he had played with her yesterday.

"Deal," she said, with some dissatisfaction in her voice. The swimsuit was definitely worth it to her, though. But only just.

After the transaction was done, Spyra grabbed the swimsuit in her claws and immediately felt the material. It was soft, and giving. Definitely water resistant. Its shimmery threads screamed magic to her, even if she couldn't feel any magic emanating from the piece itself.

"Alright! Let's get this baby on!" she announced to no one, except perhaps Sparx.

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Hunter had found Elora reflecting by the river, the one that separated Glimmer from the other portals of Summer Forest. Her eyes looked heavy, like she hadn’t gotten much sleep. Her dress was disheveled, the leaves appearing to have worn somewhat. He had assumed some sort of magic kept it together, but it was clear that these leaves were aging.

She gazed into the flowing river silently, staring at her own reflection. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of Hunter snapping a twig underfoot she was stirred from her deep thinking. The sound didn’t startle her. She was at least partially expecting it. It was already Noon. She was sure that he was probably worried about her.

“Oh, Hunter,” she said, acknowledging his presence and standing herself up on her hooves. “How was spending the night in Idol Springs?” Her voice was casual, but Hunter instantly noticed the absence of the usual vigor she produced.

“Good as always. Bob sends his regards,” he said, returning the subdued tone. "How are you?" he asked in a reserved tone. He was hoping she'd just say fine, but at the same time his friend really did look like a mess. If something really was wrong, he'd want to hear it. Even if it was uncomfortable.

"You must be worried, I know I look terrible," she said, flashing a weak smile and glancing at her reflection in the river.

"Yesterday was a long day. The professor getting kidnapped, meeting Spyra…" she left out the part about watching a yeti get crushed. "I just didn't get much sleep." She sighed and looked down at her aging dress. Sighing, she reached out and grabbed a falling leaf from the ever replenishing tree.

"I'll try and track down Zoe. She should be able to refurbish this old thing."

Hunter nodded at her, and the two began to walk in the direction of the castle.

"I know what you mean. Yesterday really was rough. Who'd have thought it'd wind up like this, huh?" he mused as the two walked side by side. His voice returned to its more naturally upbeat tone as he spoke, regaining some confidence in Elora's well-being.

"Still. Spyra's been a real lifesaver, at least. I don't know what we'd do without her. Plus, she just seems to have a certain way with people." He added as the two leaped over the crevasse that parted the ruins between the forest and the lake.

"Yeah. Spyra really is… well… something else," She added dusting off her legs and exposed crotch fur from the landing. Hunter nodded in agreement, understanding exactly what she meant but left unsaid.

"Hunter! Elora!" A loud call came from the direction of the lake. It was Spyra's voice. And she sounded like she was in trouble. Given that she couldn't swim, it didn't take long for the two to figure out what the problem was. Dashing over toward the shore, they stopped at the edge and looked down through the crystal clear water.

There, suspended in the center of the lake, was a purple and yellow blob, obscured by the ripples of movement in the water. She must have jumped in and was struggling to get out. Hunter tossed his bow and quiver to the ground beside him, about to jump and save her. Before he had the chance, the blob started to move. More specifically, it started ascending. Rapidly. It closed the two meter distance between its starting position and the water’s surface in under two seconds.

Launching double her height out of the water like a super charged dolphin came Spyra. She was beaming wide, shouting a triumphant cheer as she flew out of the water. Her leg muscles were rippling with effort at the push off, but it seemed well within her abilities. A swimsuit was draped around her body, but it hardly could be called clothing. It was the sort of outfit that did a lot more to emphasize her figure than hide it. It wasn’t like she had nipples to cover, so the covering of her breasts seemed to be solely for titillation.

After hovering for a short moment, she landed with an inelegant splash back in the water, giggling all the way down.

Hunter and Elora, who were well aware of her previous inability to swim both furrowed their brows in confusion. Until they swapped to expressions of shock as they heard a voice coming from behind them. Whipping around they saw Moneybags, smiling wryly.

“Heh heh… A natural born swimmer I’d say. Well, a ‘Magical Swimsuit’ will help you with that.” He added a sarcastic bent to the words, and Elora’s face quickly turned unimpressed.

“That’s just some rag you dug up, isn’t it? With an athletic body like that, all she needed was some confidence.”

Moneybag’s smile grew wide.

“Well, my dear, you have often accused me of being a confidence-man, have you not? Perhaps in this case there is some truth to that,” He laughed an arrogant laugh to himself about his own joke, patting his recently filled namesake as he turned around and walked off to who knows where. Elora shook her head in mild disgust and Hunter stifled a laugh of his own.

Hearing a splash from behind them, they made the full rotation as they looked back toward where they had last seen Spyra. On the grassy coast, they found her already pulling herself up toward them, wearing the same bright smile. Her royal purple skin, the emerald grass, the silver swimsuit and her blonde fringe all contrasted in quite an artistic way. It looked like a scene out of a treasured painting. Except, of course, for the big goofy expression on her face. It spread to her two new friends.

“Haha, that was pretty impressive, Spear,” Hunter said, sauntering over to her and crouching down to where she was crawling on shore. He put a paw on her shoulder, and Spyra beamed up at him happily. Elora stood to the side, shaking her head but unable to get rid of her smile.

“Yeah, Moneybags sold me this awesome magic swimsuit that lets me swim like a pro!” Her words were coated in joy, and it was infectious.

“Come on Spyra. There’s no way that thing is magic,” Elora said dismissively, smile only getting bigger. She was looking at the floor, almost afraid to reveal her smile. Eventually, though, her eyes were drawn up to the now standing dragon.

Her scales were wet and shimmering more than even the silver swimsuit. Her eyes were bright, and excited and the grin on her face made Elora’s seem like a scowl. She had just noticed how her eyes were purple, and just as bright as her scales. Elora had never really looked Spyra in the eyes before, she had always been too distracted by her body or her antics. But seeing them now… her smile finally dropped. Her heart raced. She was losing herself in the black centers surrounded by the royalty tinted pools. Elora was dimly aware that she was hearing her pulse in her ears, but her brain wasn’t processing much of anything.

In the moments between when she spoke and Spyra’s response, it felt like she had been lost in her eyes for hours.

“No way! You saw how good I was under there, and yesterday I was almost drowning in a foot of water!” Spyra said excitedly.

“Ha ha… yeah, I suppose!” Elora slurred out, only vaguely aware she was speaking at all, let alone she was agreeing with some vigor. It was only when Spyra turned to look at Hunter that the spell of her stare broke. Elora immediately looked down at the ground and shook her head. That… was new. And why was she breathing so hard?

“Alright! Well, that should open up the realm of possibilities for me. Where’s the next portal? I’ll bet I can get the last three in one day!” Spyra bounced up and down with excitement, causing her breasts to jiggle with her. Elora sighed and her pulse returned to normal.

“Actually, it’s a good thing you can swim now,” she said, avoiding looking her directly in the eyes. “There’s a secret entrance to the castle under the lake. Hunter could reach it, but he left his scuba gear in Ocean Speedway trying to score with Queen Finny.” She growled the last part and glared at him. Hunter glared right back.

“SUCCESSFULLY scoring with Queen Finny,” he corrected with as much seriousness as his voice allowed. Elora spread her hands.

“CONGRATS! We were screwed until she showed up!” Elora jerked her head toward Spyra, who giggled quietly. Had her laugh always been so cute? Elora shook loose the thought and continued.

“I’m not a great swimmer myself. But, if you can swim in, you can open up the door for us. It’s pretty obvious where the door is, just follow the path you’ll find in the secret passage, and when hallway above the steps, there should be an entrance there. Ripto locked it, but I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to open it.” Spyra nodded emphatically, clearly happy to be given some kind of responsibility. Her breast bounced with the vigor of her head bobbing, and Elora stifled a laugh. She couldn’t hide the smile, however.

Before she knew what she was doing Elora reached a hand up and tousled the yellow fringe on Spyra’s head. Her mind rapidly catching up to her body, she forced out some words of affirmation.

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

With that encouragement Spyra was off like a flash of purple lightning, diving into the water with the gusto of a seasoned pro.

The two left alone, they started the short trek through the obstacle course toward the entrance of the castle grounds. Along the way Hunter let out a small huff, half amused, half upset. Elora shot him a questioning look, only to find he was already looking down at her.

“What?” she asked, neither breaking stride.

“I don’t get *my* hair played with when you want to encourage me,” he responded, a playful hurt in his voice.

“Oh, you want your hair played with? I’ll play with your hair!”

Elora leapt up almost half her height and wrapped her goat-like legs around the cheetah's chest and stomach. Her arms moved just as fast, locking him in a one armed head lock as her other delivered a powerful noogy to his scalp. Hunter let out a shout, but in truth she wasn’t strong enough to do much harm.

As if to immediately disprove that thought, her leg lock tightened, and Hunter’s breath was caught in his chest. He stayed standing, but quickly his arms went to her legs. Gripping them, he struggled to rip them off as Elora laughed maniacally, knuckles grinding into his scalp with more speed and pressure.

“Cut it out, cut it out!” Hunter cried, still wrestling with her legs. Just as he was about to say the joke was being taken too far, Elora leapt off him, landing with a muffled thump on the grassy ground still giggling. She had a knack for knowing when to relent, when to let something be. Nobody ever really got mad at her because of it, though some (Hunter, namely) found it to be almost boring and unadventurous.

As Hunter rubbed his slightly sore head and regained his breath, he grumbled that he didn’t think it was *that* funny. Elora was still chuckling as they reached the rear entrance to the castle, and through his hurt pride, Hunter was glad to see his friend in higher spirits.

The two didn’t have to wait long for the white wall in front of them to slide down into the foundation of the castle. Waiting on the other side of the wall was their newly appointed, newly 18, and newly nude savior. Her magic swimsuit safely tucked away in her private hoard, she wore only a smile to greet her friends.

“Tada!” she said triumphantly. One hand raised and one outstretched, she looked like she was presenting them a prize behind a door. Though, that would have made her the prize.

“Well done, Spyra,” Elora said, her faint smile remaining. “Did you get a chance to look around?”

She didn’t wait for an answer as she walked in, the other two in tow.

“I took a few peaks,” Spyra said, happily clacking her toe claws on the stone floors as she followed dutifully behind her. “It’s huuuuuge! And so pretty!” She twirled, arms outstretched, indicating the palace around her. And it was. The inside mirrored the out, water and nature were built into architecture. Or perhaps landscape? When they reached the center of the castle, it was hard to say.

It was a lush, green, circle of grass surrounded by two portals, a set of stairs, and a ladder. The portals were active, one showing a sunny beach, the other a rainy thunderstorm. Spyra figured she’d have to wind up in both, but she wasn’t looking forward to going back to a miserable rainy place when she had just left a week-long storm at home.

Elora glanced around, finding no trace of Ripto or The Professor.

“Hmm, they must be sealed up in the dungeon, though I doubt our entry went unnoticed,” she mused, hand stroking her chin. She briefly glanced upward, mostly to look at the beautiful sky let in by the enormous glass ceiling, but as she did she noticed a green shimmer.

“Ah! An orb, excellent. Why don’t you climb up that ladder and grab it while I see if I can remember where the dungeon is,” she suggested more than commanded. Her words were aimed at the dragon, indicated by a slight glance. But that glance turned into an opened mouth stare at what she heard next.

“Oh, but I don’t know how to climb ladders.” Spyra spoke just as casually as Elora had, looking up at the orb with a slightly regretful face.

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Spyra looked on. Eventually she dropped her gaze and realized both of her companions were gawking at her.

“What?” Spyra, Elora, and Hunter said at the same time, each with wildly different tones. Spyra, genuine confusion. Elora, disbelief. Hunter, with raucous mirth.

Hunter burst out laughing as Spyra and Elora looked at each other. He kept right on going through their conversation, actually landing on the grass and rolling over.

“What on earth do you mean you don’t know how to climb ladders?!? You just grab on with one hand, push yourself up and…” Elora stopped the description of the proper operation of ladders as she realized how insane and ridiculous the conversation was.

“Well, like, yeah but you know,” Spyra started, looking down at the ground with some newly found quietness. “I keep on… scraping up my claws on the stuff under it or stabbing myself in the hand or something… and the balance is tricky…”

Elora fell to her knees, head gripped tightly between her hands.

“We’re doomed. We’re doomed. We are so doomed,” she muttered to herself quietly even as Hunter laughed and laughed.

Spyra looked down at the two, and suddenly started to feel a certain amount of shame. She really wanted to not disappoint Elora. But she genuinely didn’t know how to climb a ladder properly with her claws being the way they were. Most dragons never bothered with ladders because they could fly. She had encountered one during her previous adventure, and it had almost ended right there and then if a friendly dragon she had rescued hadn’t offered to help her up.

He lifted her up, and as she grabbed onto the side, he pushed on her backside to help her get higher. He was an older dragon, though, so she fell more than once as his shaky hands slipped off to the sides. Spyra kept telling him to look up at her to make sure he knew what he was doing, and he assured her he knew exactly what he was doing, but still it was an ordeal as he pressed his hands into her squishy rear and spread her cheeks wide as he tried to push her up over and over again.

Quietly, she walked over to the ladder, this one much taller than that had been. With one hand she gripped the metal bar at eye level, then with the other. Next, both her feet lifted up to the wall, finding purchase on the lowest rung. She raised her right arm, and gripped a higher rung. Then, she mirrored the action with her right leg. Immediately, she jammed her big toe claw into the side of the wall, making a puncture, and her balance was lost. Her wings, usually helpful, were doing her a lot of harm here.

Down she fell, tumbling backwards in a surprisingly dramatic display. Though she only fell about two feet, it felt like a mile. Not helping was that she had gone completely horizontal mid air. She landed with a thud. Both Elora and Hunter glanced up to see the landing.

Spyra had landed flat on her back, wings spread wide under her, and with her head jammed against the dirt. Her yellow horns had impaled the ground. She lifted her head and horns, digging up two parallel columns with them.

Hunter immediately went back to laughing. Louder and harder than ever. Elora, however, stood up and let out a sigh with eyes closed. Spyra sheepishly rose, brushed off her wings, and walked over to her.

“Umm. Sorry, Elora. I swear, I’ll learn how to climb a ladder! I promise!” she cried. Elora took in a deep breath and looked at her.

“Okay.” She said flatly, her expression unreadable. “Well, for now, why don’t you and Hunter head into Hurricos and Sunny Beach while I try to find the Dungeon. And hopefully Zoe.”

Elora walked off, not even saying goodbye, and climbed up the stairs and toward a door on the upper level of the area. Tail, between her legs, Spyra walked off toward the gateway to Hurricos, whose weather matched her mood. Though it took him some time to stop laughing, Hunter eventually joined her.

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Another world, another labor dispute. Spyra solved it in her usual way, though she took advantage of the massive wrenches the orange guys had weaponized and frequently found herself smashing skulls and servos. Her previous experience with Metalhead led her to knowing what she was doing far better than Hunter would have guessed.

This was also the first time Hunter saw her draw blood. Their previous adventure had involved fighting against wooden Tiki’s and Idols. Now, fighting against flesh and blood creatures, he realized the sheer level of her brutality. She had no sympathy for the workers who had gone on a rampage against their diminutive blue bosses. In fact, she seemed significantly more aggressive. Her breath felt like it was burning hotter, and she spoke very little during the sojourn to the center of the factory. She only ever asked the native Electrolls to open the electrical gates for her, unable to figure out how to properly disable them on her own.

Hunter did very little to help her, save for landing an arrow directly in the chest of a rampaging Gear Grinder. He was awarded a smile for his trouble, a genuine one. After that her body language returned to its more light hearted typical state.

Finally, at the end of it, at the foot of the door to the factory center. She finally relaxed entirely.

The Electrolls were working diligently on hacking the final barrier, giving the two some space and time in relative privacy. They were far too invested in their work to pay any mind to what the two might say. Hunter jumped at the chance to speak.

“Spyra, hey. Nice job out there. You really showed those overgrown grease monkeys a thing or two. That thing where you pushed one into an electrical barrier? Brutal, but effective I have to admit.” He thought briefly on the convulsing body she had left, but quickly pushed it out of his mind. He was a little more used to violence than Elora was, though he wasn’t particularly eager to ever get involved. If that made him a coward in her eyes, so be it.

Spyra looked over at him, rain hitting her snout. Her eyes were a little sad, but she still wore a smile.

“Thanks. You did good with that one you got too,” she said, landing a surprisingly heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Haha, yeah. I couldn’t help but notice that you looked like you had something on your mind.” Though he was embarrassed about his poor performance, he did want to pivot the conversation for legitimately good reasons.

“Oh, well. I guess it’s just the rain. Never been a fan, really," she mumbled. She kicked a clump of muddy dirt and crossed her body to gripped her upper arm. It had the effect of pushing up her breasts, which Hunter took note of, but he also noticed that she was avoiding his gaze. Her head was turned and staring at the blank brown outer factory wall.

Hunter wasn't going to push the issue, but Spyra suddenly spoke up.

"Do you guys, like, like me?" she asked, head still turned. "I mean, you know. I can be a little spacy but, like, you know I'm trying." Her voice was quiet and distant. Suddenly she turned her head, her royal purple eyes piercing Hunter's in an instant.

"What? Of course we like you! You've done more in two days than Elora, The Professor, and I have done in two months!" He smiled, and put a hand on her shoulder. "No one is gonna accuse you of being the brightest bulb, but you're definitely a problem solver."

Spyra returned a slight smile.

"Well, it's just that Elora always seems disappointed in me."

"Awww, that's just how she is. She's got high standards, nobody can meet them. She likes you, trust me. Or at least likes that you're brave." His somewhat raspy sounding voice was comforting to her. Her smile broadened a bit.

She was about to voice her thanks when a nasally from below interrupted their conversation.

"The field is coming down, come quick, we don't know what we'll find in the factory!" An Electroll cried, before waddling back over to join his comrades.

In short order, the final electrical barrier zapped open, the electricity dissipating safely. Spyra leapt down from the small perch, landing on the ground with a squelch. Hunter followed shortly behind with his mind still lingering on the conversation.

The duo charged ahead of the Elctrolls, expecting at any moment to encounter a gear grinder or a rogue robot. But the expansive factory halls were clear of everything but silent machinery.

The charge turned into a tip-toe as they expected an ambush, but none came. Well, a small one came, but it was hardly worthy of caution. An Electroll stuck his head out from the corner of the hall before quickly ducking back with an audible shriek.

Hunter and Spyra both relaxed, and walked slowly over to join him. The other Electrolls followed close behind.

After the initial shock of seeing them, the Head Engineer suddenly found himself in a state of relief. Spyra and Hunter had saved his friends, and successfully quashed the violent uprising. Of course, their request for a Talisman (A brass gear that had previously been used as a replacement for a less magical one) was quickly agreed to.

Chalking up the adventure as a success, the dragon and cheetah made their way back to the homeworld via a portal built into the factory’s exit.

With four thumps that were significantly more solid than the previous realm’s soil, the duo (trio, including the dragonfly that zipped around Spyra’s head) landed in the homeworld. The castle’s lush grass interior and the striking sunlight coming from the above skylight was a welcome refreshment. Immediately Spyra felt better.

No small part of that was Elora waiting for them on the stairs. She likely would have been anxious to see her but Hunter’s pep-talk had landed well. She had only known her for a day, she really didn’t know much about Elora or how she saw others. Despite all that, Spyra desperately wanted to be seen by her as competent. Or useful. Or anything, really.

It was an odd feeling. Notice and positive attention was something she got in spades. But it didn’t seem that important, not if Elora wasn’t giving her at least some of it.

The thoughts bounced in her head long enough to be noticed by the others. Shaking her head, Spyra realized the group had a newcomer.

Filtering over on delicate, transparent, rounded wings came a small red haired humanoid woman. She was no bigger than a foot tall, and her movements through the air were quiet graceful. Her dress was short cut with a relatively deep neckline. In the face of Elora’s plunging sweetheart and open-crotched leaf dress and Spyra’s outright nudism, it seemed almost conservative. There was nothing conservative, however, about the relative size of her breasts. Each about half the size of her head, it was enough to give even Spyra pause.

“Hi! You must be Spyra the dragon. I’m Zoe the fairy.” Her voice was high pitched, chipper and friendly. She smiled wide at Spyra, and giggled when Sparx began darting around her in greeting.

“Wow, you guys have fairies here too? I thought they were all in the Dragon Realms.”

Zoe shook her head with a smile, bouncing her breasts along with her as she did.

“Nope! There’s probably not a single corner of the worlds where you can’t find a fairy! I don’t know the whole story, but we started to spread out around the same time as dragons.”

“Wait, you knew about dragons?” Elora asked, joining the rest of the group as she spoke. Hunter seemed just as puzzled.

“Well, I had heard of them, sure. Friends of friends, that kind of thing. You know how it is, gossip from this realm and that.” Zoe answered, coming to rest on Elora’s shoulder. “I never thought I’d get to *see* one, let alone such a cute one!” She gave Spyra a wink, which she returned with a lusty smile.

Elora rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile too.

“Well, regardless. Zoe and I have been exploring. We’ve got good news, and we’ve got bad news, and we’ve got worse news.”

“Good news is that we found the dungeon entrance!” Zoe said eagerly. “Bad news is that it’s locked behind a magic gate.”

“We know how to open it. 6 Talismans would do it. It’s probably not a coincidence that this homeworld has 6 realms attached to it. The worse news is…” Elora trailed off before Zoe interjected and picked up for her.

“There’s a big wall in front of the portal to one of those realms. And only Moneybags knows how to lower it." Hunter groaned in disappointment. Spyra just smiled.

"Oh, he's not *that* bad," Spyra dismissed. The other three sighed.

"Well, regardless, we should probably come up with a plan to deal with him," Hunter said, stepping away from Spyra's side toward Elora.

"Think you can handle this next one on your own?" His words hung in the air slightly. The next portal was Sunny Beach, a world filled with water. Hunter didn't have swimming equipment back yet, and Elora wasn't a strong swimmer. Still, there was an unspoken understanding that she should be supervised. It wasn't that they didn't trust her, but, well, they didn't want to cause any incidents.

Spyra, however, was already nodding emphatically at the suggestion, even as Elora frowned.

"Oh yes! Yes, I promise I won't let you guys down!"

Before another word could be said, she was dashing over to the portal, leaping right over the small moat that surrounded it and the platform it rested on, pushing through the magical barrier right on through to the new realm. Elora gave Hunter a mildly upset, but knew that this was probably the best way to operate for the time being. Still…

"Zoe, would you mind keeping an eye on her?" she asked gently. She graciously nodded, and zipped off through the air toward Sunny Beach, following right behind Sparx.

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After landing with a muffled thump onto softly shifting sands, Spyra looked around at the new world she found herself in. There was a ceiling, one that appeared to be carved from rock. There was also plenty of water. But, perhaps most apparent were the turtles.

Five, she counted. One was large, brown and chewing on a bit of grass that found purchase in the sand. Another was green, and rather regal looking. He wore a sash and a crown, and sat cross legged in his removed, padded shell. The other three…

Spyra gasped.

"Babies!" she yelled happily, and quickly made a dive for them. The three shell-less multicolored turtles soon found themselves in the arms of the dragon, being lifted up and held against her bosom.

"They're soooooo cute!" she cried to no one in particular as she continued to hug them close and look them over. Red, blue, and green, the three adorable young turtles seemed to have no problem with being held by her, at first. After a few moments of coddling and cooing, Spyra's antics seemed to bore them. With dexterity beyond their years, they slipped out of her arms, landing on the soft ground feet planted, before taking off giggling toward the grand turtle.

Happily, Spyra followed.

"Greetings traveler," the turtle began in a measured voice. "Welcome to Sunny Beach. My name is Prince Tortiss." Spyra thought she should bow or curtsy, but ultimately did neither, instead simply flashing a smile and introducing herself. The prince looked her up and down in her nakedness, and continued.

"On a better day, miss Spyra, I'd happily give you a er… tour of my fair beach, but as it stands things are in a bit of a predicament."

"Isn't it always," Spyra said with a small smile. "That's why I'm here. Elora wants me to help as many people as I can, and hopefully get a Talisman."

The Prince returned the smile.

"Elora? Well, she's a dependable sort. If she thinks you can help then by all means, we'd appreciate it." he dropped his smile as he began to tell of his realms woes. The baby turtles began to climb on him, but he paid them no mind.

"A few days ago, these horrible people, a gang of ruffians calling themselves waterworkers, started to kidnap our shellings. We're a peaceful people, not suited for combat. We did what we could, but now, I'm afraid, all but our youngest have been taken. We're trapped, cornered. But, now that you're here, there might be a chance!" His final sentence carried a strong note of determination.

"If you can cut a line through their assault and guide these hatchlings to the castle, we'll be able to safeguard them."

"No problem," Spyra said, already sounding triumphant. "Just tell me which way."

"The hatchlings know the way, they'll guide you. The only problem is the locked gates along the way. We locked them behind us, and only the weight of a great brown turtle can re-open them. You'll have to guide them to a nearby button."

He cast his gaze toward the huge brown amphibian that grazed nearby. Just beyond it, a blue button was embedded in the floor.

"They are quite ornery. They'll be difficult to motivate to move. You might be able to stick them with those great horns of yours," Tortiss continued, turning his head back to the purple dragon. Or at least where she should have been. Instead, he had to tilt his head down to see her.

She was crawling on her hands and knees over toward the button.

'Man, Elora definitely picked the right girl for the job this time. Horny turtles? My specialty!' she thought to herself, not actually knowing what the word "ornery" meant.

When she finally made her way over to the button, she turned herself away from the great brown turtle, and the Prince, and lifted her ass in the air. Her ass and pussy totally presented for any and all takers to see. Tail raised, ass wiggling, she was a ridiculously sultry sight.

"Children! Shield your eyes!" The Prince cried, as his own stare intensified. The presence of children seemed to mean nothing to Spyra. If anything her display got even more lewd as she started to moan to try and get the brown one's attention.

They didn't seem to notice or care about what Spyra was doing, too focused on their own play around the prince's shell chair. The brown turtle, however, raised his head from his grazing and slowly began to work his way over toward the dragon's enticingly round rump.

"That's it boy. Come on over and give me a good time…" Spyra said, hoping to keep his attention. Her face and tits were on the ground, but she had her head turned toward her hopeful mate. And it was a good thing, too, because if she hadn't she would have been taken totally by surprise by the massive monster cock the turtle had begun to unsheathe and drag along the ground. It was the length of its entire body! 3 feet at least! It was thin, sure, but by God it was long!

"Uhhhh, actually…" Spyra started, but she never got a chance to finish. In a burst of speed, the turtle launched itself on top of her! His cock missed any of her holes, but his weight was too much for her. Her bottom half slammed into the ground. The weight of the beast had landed on the button, and looking forward Spyra saw a great white gate opening outward. And the turtle children scampering past her, diving into the water ahead.

"W-wait! Babies!" she cried, reaching a slender purple hand out. It was promptly stomped on by the brown creature on yet back. It was a hard enough stomp to transfer damage to Sparx, but fortunately her hand was simply buried in the sand and not broken.

The massive turtle cock rubbed in her ass crack. It was so long she felt its leathery texture grinding against her back and even the tip hitting wings. Unsatisfied with partial stimulation, the beast let out a groan and reared up and back until the tip of his penis found Spyra's fat, bubbly ass. He tried to enter a hole several times to no avail, until finally he found her tailhole. Pushing forward again with a mighty grunt, his cock pushed inside until it was buried half way.

Spyra's face had been slammed into the sand, and any cries she made were muffled. It was extremely painful, but the feeling of her belly being so full was at least partially pleasurable. That soon grew to discomfort, however, as the turtle continued to lurch forward rather than thrusting. His cock was just burying itself deeper and deeper into her guts, until eventually at least two feet of it had found its way inside. All the while small screams of pleasure escaped his mouth.

She was sure if she could see her belly right now, a distended bulge would be pushing out. The thought of that at least made her feel some pleasure. There was also something to be said for being dominated and owned so completely by an uncaring animal. She had given herself over to him willingly, even if she hadn't expected his member to be so long.

Another upside was that mating was fast. No sooner had Spyra started weighing the upsides of being a turtle's bitch than she had felt his watery cum start to pour into her guts. Thin but plentiful, it felt almost like he was relieving himself within her. Her belly bulge she was sure had grown.

And as quickly as it started, it was over.

The turtle pushed himself backwards off her, his retreating cock dribbling some clear semen onto the sand, leaving a dark trail along it. Free of restraint, Spyra clawed herself forward, and quickly flipped over.

As she thought, her belly was a bit distended, though not as much as had fantasized. Her breath was ragged, but small moans managed to escape as she felt the relief of the turtle's release. Glancing up, she saw Prince Tortiss looking at her with rapt attention, his own thin thing landing halfway up his chest. She grinned at him.

"Sorry. Maybe some other time. For now, I have to get those babies."

Standing up, the cum immediately started to dribble out of her ass and down her leg. It was coming out quite fast, rarefied as it was. She paid it no attention at all.

"Sparx!" she called, she came quickly, buzzing around her head in a blue blur.

"Sorry buddy. Well get you topped off later. For now…" She opened her hand magically withdrew her fancy "magic" swimsuit from her hoard. As Prince Tortiss watched silently, she dawned the skimpy garment and dove into the small pool of water without hesitation.

A pristine crystalline blue, it was no trouble to see through, and she quickly figured out which way the babies had gone. A small hole, obviously artificial, in the rocky dome that extended down into the water, was the only exit. Between her and it were two people clad in diving suits and helmets. These must have been the waterworkers.

Swimming forward with all her magically gifted strength, age slammed into both, one after the other, cracking the glass on their antique helmets open and instantly filling them with water. As she pushed herself through the tunnel, she left behind her two corpses that floated to the top of water, along with a silvery trail of turtle cum.

When she surfaced after navigating the short hole, she found the turtle babies safely ashore, happily playing next to another brown turtle. Three waterworkers had began to close in on them, and Spyra lept into action. A hot jet of flame left her mouth in a wide arc, snagging all three waterworkers (which included two dive-suited blue things sans helmets and giant duck with a shovel) in one blast.

With that crisis successfully dealt with, Spyra returned her attention to the three babies, and second giant turtle. It too stood mere steps away from its delegated button. She sighed.

While in a perverse way the last encounter had been fun, she wasn't keen to repeat it. Slowly, she walked behind the grazing beast, placed both hands on the back of its shell, and pushed.

The turtle didn't budge. She may as well have been pushing the stone wall behind her.

"Okay. I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice." She moved her hands down the turtle's shell, one on each side. Her long, coltish legs straddled the still grazing creature from above.

'One… two…three!' she counted mentally. On three, she let out a burst of strength and tried to pull the turtle up. At first, nothing happened, but slowly the turtle started to gently be raised. It let out a confused groan as its extended neck could no longer reach the beach grass. Then, suddenly, it found itself back on the ground, a few steps away from where it had been.

Apathetic, it began to crunch on grass yet again. Spyra was on her knees, panting from the effort. Before she could even open her eyes to see if she had made the distance to the button, the baby turtles had already run off through the opening gate. Though, before they left the green turtle gave her a round of applause.

Spyra watched as they ran off while she caught her breath. That had been the absolute limit of her strength. Those brown turtles must have weighed a ton. Still panting, she rose to her feet and started after her amphibious charges.

It was a bit of a trek, with a few more waterworkers blocking her way, but soon she found herself in front of an ornate building with a set of locked, golden doors. It sat atop a rocky hill, surrounded by a moat with the exception of a slight sandy incline leading up to the doors.

At the foot of it, the children danced and played around yet another brown turtle.

This had to be the final one, Spyra thought. It would take a lot out of her, but she could repeat the feat of strength at the previous gate.

At least, that was her initial thought. When she claimed out of the water, her heart sank. The button was not a few steps away from the great brown turtle. Not even a dozen steps away. No, instead the turtle sat the bottom of the sandy path up, and the button was at the top. Right in front of the door.

Spyra dropped her head. There was just no way she was going to be able to carry the turtle that far. Uphill. Through sand. Slowly, eyes staring at her feet, she climbed the sand dune. At the top she dropped to her hands and knees, raised her tail, and started to make some noise.

"Hey! Hey turtle! Come on! Come fuck me!" she cried, head turned back to gauge how effective her cheers were. At first, not very.

"Come on you big brown turtle, don't you want this ass? It's got scales, you've got scales, we can make it work!" She realized she was still wearing her shimmering silver swimsuit, but decided it probably wouldn't matter. Besides, the shimmers as she shook her ass seemed to draw the turtles eye.

"Yeah, that's right! Come on up here, boy! You want my juicy ass, right?" she called down to it loudly. It was quite a vulgar display. A waterworker, sat placidly in the moat with his ducky swimming tube, watched on silently.

"Pick your hole big guy! I'm all yours!" She spanked her ass for emphasis. Really, the swimsuit covered only the barest amount of her pussy and asshole. If you really took a close look, you'd likely be able to see the hood of her clit, and a wrinkle of her tailhole.

The turtle, now with his attention gotten, began to climb the lightly ascending path. Groaning slightly and his now extended penis dragging along the way.

Spyra didn't stop her display, despite having the desired result.

"That's it! Come on, take me! Make me your dragon slut! Let's see that monster cock up close!" she continued to yell, regardless of his distance.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the turtle continued his climb.

"My pussy is just fucking waiting for you to jam that cock in and break me! Or my ass! God, I want your turtle cock in all my holes!"

It had reached about the halfway point. The waterworker continued to watch.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum just thinking about what you're gonna do to me! I'm yours, you own me you fucking turtle God of cock!"

It was drawing closer, now only a few steps away from her.

"Yes! Yes! Mount me and slam me down and push this button you monster!"

When it was less than a body length away, it suddenly landed on her with the same fierce velocity that the first turtle had. She better prepared now, though, and managed to keep her upper body off the floor. As the turtle's bodyweight met her own, the button beneath them was pressed, and the doors in front of her flew open.

When they did, immediately the turtle children ran through, completely ignorant of the depravity that they passed. Beyond the doors was an open roofed room, and another crowned turtle sitting in his padded shell. He was right in front of Spyra looking down at her as she was mated by the great brown turtle.

Or at least as the turtle attempted to mate with her. His cock had actually found his way between her body and her swimsuit, and he seemed unable to tell the difference between the sensation of that and a hole.

"Ahh, hello. Prince Tortiss sent me to deliver the babies to the castle. Is it?" she asked as the turtle lurched on her back, trying to stimulate itself."

"... Yes it is. Thank you for delivering them safely," The turtle responded, speaking over the squeaks of pleasure the mounted beast made.

"It, ahh," she faltered under the weight of the creature, "it was no problem! But like… he said you might reward me with a Talisman?" She was hesitant to ask directly for a reward. It seemed kind of awkward.

As with the previous turtle, the orgasm occurred quickly, and soon ropes of turtle cum splashed along her wings, back, and some even managed to land on her face. The Turtle King looked at the display for another moment before reaching down into his shell and grabbing a medallion.

"This is the medallion of the Royal Brown Turtle Tamer. It would seem appropriate for you." He said. He held it out in his hand, but Spyra required both of hers to keep herself propped up until the turtle decided he had enough of her.

When she was finally released, back doused in translucent goo, she stood up tall, a broad smile on her face as she took the relic from The King.

"Thank you sir! This means so much to me, you have no idea," she said in a relieved, happy voice. "I was getting worried my friends thought I was dumb or something. But like, hey, I've got this thing, right?" She chuckled to herself gently as she tossed it into her hoard to be joined with her guide.

"Now. If you'll excuse me. Does your palace have a portal back to Summer Forest?"

The turtle silently pointed to a wall, where a blue skyed scene shimmered magically within an arch.

Giving her thanks with a nod, Spyra happily skipped over to the portal, dripping dollops of cum onto the castle's floor.