Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse CHAPTER 32 Coming back from his investigation with no leads, Spyro landed by the litters and shook himself off, then caught the sound of laughter from the tents.  The guards outside nodded to him, but had smirks on their muzzles.  Nosing his way into the large gathering tent, he found Cynder chatting with the other ladies, surprisingly none of them mounted by any guards this time. "But how- I mean, he's got all those elements!" "Sometimes he forgets his own strength.  It's so cute and funny."  Cynder giggled and shook her head. "Embarrassing me behind my back?" he asked as he stepped over her. "Yep.  Find anything?" "Just a little traitor so willing to sell me out," he retorted, dipping his hips and sheathing his cock inside her again, Cynder squeaking in surprise and moaning out happily, the other ladies staring in lustful shock at the prominent bulge of his tip in her pregnant belly. "It's still so amazing he can do that..." Emeralda muttered, licking her lips.   "So, Sir Spyro...um...can we ask about those golem things maybe?" one of the other ladies asked.  Spyro still hadn't gotten her name, though he probably wouldn't have remembered with so many girls right now. "Kind of.  I can't really say much because I don't know much."  Rubbing his wife's shoulders, he sat back and pulled her hips to himself, holding her and lightly thrusting into her, Cynder cooing in pleasure and clenching tightly around him.  With their new position he could show off that bulge of his tip moving around under her hide and the slight jiggle of his leftover cum.  "The Guardians have me on patrol, and I may have to break away even at Anglapala to respond and gather intel for them if possible...but they're keeping me in the dark so I'm not overly stressed about it." "Have you destroyed any of them?" Emeralda asked. "Three so far, and Cynder killed the first one."  She smiled shyly under him.  "She killed a rampant swamp snake golem and retrieved its fang, which started the research endeavor, then I escorted the Dragonfly colony from the swamp to Tall Plains and killed a long-beaked gryphon variant.  Third was recently, another gryphon model just beginning to form.  I've only heard about the larger or more active ones, but before I could get there myself they deactivated mysteriously." "Do you...think the Warfang golem could...y'know... reanimate?" Liiana asked fearfully.  Cynder felt a flash of panic from her mate and chimed in before he could retort. "No, the golems run on controller crystals channeling dark magic.  Without those, they're not golems anymore, just sculptures.  The Warfang and Destroyer golems had theirs completely destroyed.  That was the first measure of response to the Warfang golem's corpse.  Spyro and I destroyed its main controller crystals and killed it, and the Warfang mages sought out and destroyed any remnant dark gems to prevent its resurrection." "And they can't like...remotely grow those crystals or something?" Shaking her head, the black dragoness bit back a moan as her husband's shaft flexed in her depths and spurted a thick glob of pre against her womb walls.  "They're magic contrivances but they need a controlled environment to cultivate.  Warfang is anything but, especially now with the heightened security with more golems on the loose and their research on those strange little lockboxes on enemy corpses." "Lockboxes?" She shrugged in response.  "Dunno.  Another Guardian secret research I guess.  They only appeared around Warfang, but no one knows yet what they're for." "Mmmm...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you know then...we'll have to send some samples to your Guardians for analysis too." "Know...what?" Spyro asked, slowing his hips. Cynder's eyes widened.  "One of your territories had lockboxes too?" Emeralda sighed and shook her head.  "More like...some sort of strange reliquary design, but localized to Spirewing in the mountains.  This was over two hundred years ago, but much the same as the attack on Warfang - earthen army contrivances with strange gizmos they dropped on death.  They contained cubic crystals, but no purpose or magic was found on them.  We've been studying them ever since with no results." The hero couple glanced at each other.  "Definitely cause for concern if it's the same pattern..." he mumbled. "Yeah..."  She gasped softly as he pulled almost all the way out of her womb and then thrust back in sharply, his cock brushing along the eggs.  "Could it...maybe have something to do with terrain, geology, local ley lines, or something purely regional?" she asked. "That was among our theories, yes.  When we reach Anglapala, I will have them send samples to your Temple." "I suppose this was a tightly kept secret then, if the Guardians didn't know about it..." "A regional secret, yes...I only know of it because my parents were part of the research team with their skill in magic.  But this is news to me, Cynder, that you were able to retrieve a fang from a golem?  With the exceptions of the Warfang and Destroyer golems, usually they'll fall apart entirely, like Malefor's minions." Nodding, she shrugged her wings again.  "That's part of why they're investigating it.  So far as they can tell, something about the combination of elements I used, and where I attacked it, severed the self-deletion patterns for the fang.  I didn't know at the time, all I saw was a rampaging unnatural beast and I guess my mom instincts kicked into gear." "Elimination of a threat, yes.  It can be a very powerful urge indeed."  One of the guards peeked into the tent and she shakily stood up, still heavy with Spyro's load.  "Oof...how do you manage this at all?  His volume is exhausting!"  Cynder giggled and curled her tail back to rub her mate's testicles, the purple dragon speeding up his thrusts.  "It's been...mmmph...a lot of practice...oh Ancestors right there yes yes!!" she squealed out and shuddered as she climaxed swiftly, Spyro just barely having the presence of mind to catch her fluids with his elemental control.  With a teeth-clenching growl he bucked up into her, little jets of flame escaping between his teeth as he filled his eager wife, the other ladies whispering lustfully or laughing with giddy eagerness as the purple dragon's seed swelled his wife's belly visibly, the black dragoness getting rounder until she couldn't hold any more and it started pouring out of her tight grip around his shaft.  Purring happily, she churred as he slowly slipped out, turning around to suckle on his cock and clean up his mess on his scales while he scrubbed her with his water, still keeping their mess afloat.   "That's such a handy trick, I'm sure the cleaners will appreciate that," Emeralda said with a laugh.  "Mmmm...it'll be a day or two until we reach the train.  Would you be interested in giving us...another filling then?" Spyro smirked and nodded.  "Sure.  But I've seen a train before...even fought a possessed one...I assume it'll be big enough to accomodate us?" "Oh indeed.  The ones you encountered were lesser models for smaller races.  We have a locomotive that can easily accommodate our party and then some, with room to move around...which you'll no doubt need." Cynder nuzzled her mate and he kissed her neck, the two trading nuzzles as they headed out with the others.  Putting her cloak and scarves back on, Cynder shivered lightly at the nippy afternoon air.  "This is kinda nice.  It's not as hostile as Dante's Freezer.  Just clean, white snow and a nice breeze." "It'll be like this at the kingdom as well."  She grinned wistfully.  "Perhaps even more so."  At their questioning glance she simply winked and followed her daughters to their litter, Spyro and Cynder clambering into their own.   "Oh yum..." she whispered as they found the central reclining table plated up with aromatic travel fare.  Crackers with various cheeses and dips, cuts of firm root and stem vegetables, some jerky, a bowl of assorted candies, and roasted nuts and legumes lightly drizzled with honey.  Not nearly as exorbitant as her own works, but pleasant in its own way, the two quietly munching while she rubbed her belly and enjoyed the fullness in her womb.  Sipping on some juice, he shuffled over and rubbed her as well, the black dragoness purring softly.  "I'm getting sleepy..." she whispered, nuzzling into him and yawning.   "Wanna nap with my penis in you?" With a blushing smile, she shifted her tail.  "Please~" Pulling her gently to the side on one of the cushioned rests, he cradled her against his belly, groping hers while he aligned himself, both of them moaning softly as he slid back up to his sheath in her tight nethers.  Giving her middle some slow, firm rubs, he groomed her neck.  "Get some rest..." he whispered, covering her with his wing.   Carefully taking the eggs out of the incubator, she arranged them against herself and purred, lightly nuzzling them while clenching on his cock.  "Mmmm...can never get enough of you Spyro...having you in me...with me..." "Right where I belong." "Mhm..." she droned off into another yawn.  It didn't take long for her to zonk out, lightly snoring when she inhaled and purring as she exhaled.  Settling into another slow cycle of his hips, stroking his massive length in her tight, slick embrace, he eventually dozed off as well. It was much the same for the next few days.  They would move along the route, take occasional exercise breaks outside, and continue along the way.  After about four days of the litter rides, they arrived at what could only be described as the most confusing structure the two had ever seen - a long, winding ramp forged from magically interconnected tree trunks, crystal growths, metal beams, ropes, and chains, snaking up to a land fracture floating several hundred feet above their current elevation, and this was then connected like a vein to a gargantuan roundabout with a locomotive and several cars behind it, moving slowly around the bend to reconnect to the track in the distance.  Ice, stone, and crystal, guided by dragon breath, held everything together.  A great geyser of steam vaulted from the smokestack and the train whistled loudly as the litters approached, gradually winding their way up the ramp and then lining up alongside the landing platform adjacent to the haphazard roundabout.  As Spyro and Cynder emerged, the workers knelt towards them. "Hail heroes!" their foreman announced, his plasma-blue scales and fiery crests peeking out from his leathery work attire.  "We are ready to depart at sunset, once we've maneuvered the train to realign the tracks.  Please, board and make yourselves comfortable!" The train was much bigger than the ones they remembered in the volcano or on the Skavenger ship, easily able to fit adult Dragons.  Glimmering alloys shone in the wintry sunlight, decorative swirls and flares along the sides of each car, crystalline windows carved with fantasy scenes, and warm fiery light within.  Cynder nuzzled at her eggs in the neck incubator, then leaned against her husband, Spyro draping a wing over her as he watched their relatively meager luggage being carried from the litter amidst the plethora of parcels the ladies had brought.   "Shall we?" he asked.  She just nodded, unusually shy all of a sudden. Moving slow enough that they could easily step aboard, the train continued its slow circle while they were shown the cars and functions.  Up near the front of the train was the kitchen car, and a dining car that had snacks laid out for between the main meals.  Cynder also had the option of asking for meals delivered to their cabin if she did not wish to leave her temporary nest, their next stop.  The two had a rather large room to themselves, complete with a collection of softs for her to arrange as she needed for her brood.   "This is...wow..." she whispered as she nuzzled at the fabrics and furs.  "Getting a little jealous here..." Further down past the passenger cars and cabins was a large viewing car, with large clear crystalline panes fitted together like a grand elemental design incorporating the Light and Dark Aether elemental sigils.  Behind that was the storage car for all their things.  Once they'd been given the tour, Cynder returned quickly to their room and began arranging a nest, Spyro taking a bit more time to greet the train team and ask a few questions.  Bringing a snack of sweet pastries to their room, he found her already curled up in the nest and dutifully arranging the eggs by her belly.  "You okay?" he asked after he closed the door. "It's...I don't know.  I feel awkward.  I don't like it." "Pregnancy or...social?" "...Bit o' both.  I guess.  I need more sleep." "Alright. It is a bit overwhelming, yeah.  To see this kind of technology...and luxury." "Is it...selfish of me to hope they let me keep some of this stuff?  I don't wanna seem selfish but...these soft things are so great right now and I wanna have at least a few souvenirs of this trip for the kids..." "All we can do is ask and the worst they can do is say no, but...I think they'll let you." "Mmm..." Nuzzling at his mate, he licked her cheek and she gave a half-hearted smile.  "Get your rest.  I hear the morning sun on the snow is a beautiful sight from the observation car if you wanna have a little morning date." "Hmmm...sure.  Thanks." Heading back out into the car hall, he closed the door, then gazed back with a soft sigh of frustration.  He could tell something was roiling in her mind, but she was clamming up again.  Was this really the best idea, having her join him?  Bit late to back out now though. "Is she okay?" came Liiana's voice as he neared the door between the passenger cars. "It's...complicated.  I think seeing the train is giving her some...flashbacks, maybe.  I hope once we get moving it'll smooth out for her." "Does she get motion sickness?" "It's not that...no, she doesn't.  I think she doesn't like the idea of being cooped up with others in such proximity like this.  Social anxiety." "Ah...I see.  Shall I bring her some drachalla tea?  We have an extra refined powder, much more tasty and effective." With a heavy sigh and a glance back at their door, he considered it.  "Sure, that'd be great if you could.  Thank you." Ambling over to the observation car, he gazed at the construction, the glass and crystal panels secured amid branches and swirls of metal brackets.  A few others were napping or reading in the sunlight filtering through.  Laying down by one of the big bay windows, he huffed, his breath fogging a bit against the surface.  Eyes tracking the slow-turning world around them and the gleaming tracks, he let his mind wander for a bit, but his worry about his mate nibbled at the back of his mind. Gradually, the train realigned itself, the sunset gleaming with rich purples and reds and a final flash of gold across the sea of glittering whiteness, and with a loud blast of whistling steam they were off, gaining speed, hills and forests rolling by until he couldn't see them anymore amid the warm yellow glare of the internal crystal lighting in the cabin.  Getting up, he stretched and returned to their room, finding Cynder propped up on a plethora of soft things with their eggs at her chest while she flipped through a book, several empty mugs of tea nearby and a kettle still gently steaming as it cooled.  Glancing up as he closed the door, she offered a small smile.  "Hey...did you ask them to bring me this?" she asked as she nodded to the tea. "Yeah.  Thought it might help." "It did...a lot.  Thanks."  Joining her on her makeshift nest, he laid his wing over her back and she nuzzled into his neck, huffing against his scales.  "Sorry I'm such a mess..." "Hey.  This is all new stuff.  We're learning.  We'll get through it together." "I just...don't want to make a bad impression..." "They understand what you've been through and that we have next to no formal training for these things.  It'll be okay."  Licking her neck, he hugged her to his side, pulling her tightly close.  She purred and nestled in against him, then pulled her head back and butted her forehead on his.  Their eyes met, gaze locked for what felt to them like hours but was only mere moments before the purple dragon pulled back a bit and leaned in to kiss her.  She giggled and kissed back, the two purring back and forth and making out, until with a growl he broke the kiss and nuzzled into her neck.  "Mine.  My sexy wife." The deep tone of lust in his voice made her shiver with delighted arousal.  For once, she didn't rebuke him or push him away...in fact she blushed and shot him her bedroom eyes look. "Yours, mmm?  What's so great about that?" she teased with a whisper.  "What do you like so much about me?" "Mmmm..." he rumbled, grinning at her tangible shiver under his wing at the noise.  "Your eyes.  Like emeralds, bright and colorful.  Your black scales, the way they catch the light."  He nibbled along her neck sensually, raking his sharp canine teeth between the scales.  "Your silver patterns...like an artisan inlaid you with silver.  Your red, like a stunning ruby.  Your voice...it brings me peace when we talk.  Your curves...so graceful no matter what you do."  His paws rubbed over her shoulders and hips, the black dragoness murring softly.  "Your wonderful womb...so eager for new life."  Rubbing her belly, he mounted her, making her shiver yet again in anticipation, feeling his growing length rubbing under her tail.  "Your pussy...so tight, so perfect for me."  With a single fluid motion he sank himself into her, Cynder moaning out happily and blushing, her chest fluttering with all the praise.  "Your mind...so sharp and witty."  Licking along the top of her head, he nuzzled her as his sheath met her nethers.  "Your you.  Everything about you is my favorite thing.  My wife.  My mate.  Mine..." he growled deeply, grabbing her hips.  "Now...cum for me..."  With that he latched onto her shoulder with his jaw. Cynder didn't need to look out the window to see stars, not for the next several hours. Somehow, they managed to wake up before sunrise, Cynder untangling herself reluctantly from her purple savior.  She couldn't help a few embarrassed giggles at how shaky her legs were even after resting, the purple dragon grinning proudly at that conquest proof.  Holding her steady against himself, he walked her down to the observation car.  Almost everyone not on duty or asleep was up and camping out at the large windows, a long thin table of breakfast snacks and drinks available.  Cynder bedded down by one of the bay windows and Spyro brought them a plate of snacks.  Here and there they could see or hear the sounds of casual sex, a few of the guards going at the ladies, one of the younger girls eagerly deepthroating the rail foreman, and two of Emeralda's daughters sharing a plate of jerky while lightly tribbing and rubbing their cum-swollen bellies together. The interior crystals were veiled, darkening everything to give a nice view of the impending sunrise.  Gold and silver luminescence crested the horizon, Cynder gasping softly at the beautiful glimmering of the freshly fallen snow, like an ocean of diamonds in the morning light, the thin citrus clouds overhead scattering a faint rainbow sheen.  "Wow...it's so beautiful..." she whispered.  Spyro nuzzled her and mounted her, slipping himself neatly into her pussy yet again, the black dragoness moaning softly while her eyes remained glued to the scene.  "I never really paid attention to the winterscape...it's so peaceful yet..." "It's kinda invigorating too." "Yeah.  Wow..."  The deeper gold of the rising sun began to turn to a brighter gold-silver fusion just as a distant forest cast long shadows towards them, the sunlight twinkling through the trees and icicles therein.  Spyro set to slowly rolling his hips, Cynder purring and squirming under him, coiling her tail around his hefty balls and stroking them lightly.  "Cum in me..." she whispered, nuzzling back against him.  Gritting his teeth he bucked up harder and she whimpered in delight at that tangible lurching of his cock in her depths.  "Mmmm~"  Glancing sidelong, she saw Liiana heading to the storage car, then smirked and licked Spyro's cheek as he finished pumping into her.  "Hey...can you get my scarf for me please?  It's in my bag." He glanced over as well, in time to see the younger Earth dragon's tail vanish through the door.  With a matching smirk, he kissed his wife.  "Sure.  I'll be back." Looking over the crates securing everyone's belongings, Liiana found hers and peeked in, then pulled out a stuffed feline plushie.  Smiling almost sadly, she nuzzled into it and took a deep breath through the fabric, letting her mind wander quickly with memories.  "Soon..." she muttered, then put it away. "Soon for what?" She squeaked and turned around, finding the purple dragon behind her.  "Uh...nothing, sir." "Sorry, Cynder asked me to get her one of her scarves." "Oh, uh...your crate is...down here I think."  A little further down the line, they found the crate in question, Spyro quickly rooting through it and finding a few of his mate's carefully folded scarves.  He could feel the younger girl's eyes gazing in longing at his sheath.   "You can touch, if you want," he said with a playful grin, acting like he was searching a bit deeper.   "May I?" she asked, though more out of politeness, already edging closer.  Spyro moaned softly when he felt her face get buried against his dangling nuts, the young Earth heiress huffing against him.  "So big and warm..." she churred, lapping at his scrotum.  "If it's...not too forward...I really want to feel your penis inside me again..." "We sure can if you want." An eager smile lit up her face and she backed away to carefully flop onto her back, spreading her legs, showing off the swell of her belly still laden with his cum.  "I really wanna feel you bulging my belly again, it was incredible that first time!" Rumbling with lust and making her quiver at the sound, he leaned in and lapped at her puffy drooling netherlips, getting her to squeal under her breath and squirm at the pleasurable contact.  Dipping his tongue into her tight little snatch, he purred, vibrating his tongue within her.  "Mmmm...well, if you enjoyed it that much, I know a better way to do this, at least according to Cynder.  She says it makes it more intense for her." "Oh?" He laid down carefully on his back, having to negotiate his larger body and the crates of luggage, but finally he was ready for her, his long erection lightly pulsing with his heartbeat along his belly and chest, his heavy orbs draping over his tail.  "Gives you a bit more control too, come on up here." She rolled to her feet and almost panted with how needy she was getting, nuzzling along his scrotum again and then along the intimate details of his shaft as she made her way up over him.  "There's so much penis..." she whispered in awe as she compared it to herself. "And it's alllll going inside you~" She quivered with a shaky moan of need at the surge of arousal that ripped through her.  "Ancestors, yes please!" she whimpered.  Her dripping wet lips slid along his urethral barbs, the soft flesh spines teasing at her clit and labial folds.  His paws moved to stroke and knead at her belly and hips, Liiana murring in appreciation while she lined herself up as best she could.  Spyro reached down and held her butt, playfully groping her while his other paw held his shaft steady.  With one smooth motion he sank the tip into her and she arched up with a lewd moan, letting him gently but firmly ease her back, his barb-crowned tapered prepuce prying that tight young vagina open and teasing at her nerves.  She squeaked at the insistent push against her cervix, then shuddered on the brink of her orgasm, her tunnel fluttering and clamping around his girth.  With a few light humps, he eased that barrier open and she gasped loudly as his ridges and barbs rippled their way into her womb.  Looking down along herself, Liiana gazed with rapt fascination and sheer arousal as his tip began to form a pronounced bulge in her middle, pressing up and closer to her face until her stretched nethers were resting against his sheath, her tail resting between his testicles. "All inside you," he purred again, watching as she gave it a customary grope, the young girl squealing when her testing squeeze made him throb powerfully in her. "That...is so...fucking sexy..." she whimpered between fast breaths.   "Maybe I can get you even more pregnant," he teased as he stroked over her impregnated swell again. "I really want that..." she whispered, tentatively laying her paws over his, but unable to keep them off that bulge of his cock for very long, masturbating him through herself.  "I...I wish I was a Matriarch, like Cynder...I wanna have lots of eggs, help my kingdom repopulate...can your Patriarch thing make me one, maybe?" "I don't think so...but no harm in trying, right?" he asked with a lustful grin, paws holding her hips, his own rolling up to slowly thrust into her.  The slender green girl quivered atop him, the purple dragon edging her with slow rolls of his hips, teasing her depths.  She cooed and panted in bliss, then set her feet by his wings and took over, awkwardly but eagerly bouncing on his lap.   There was a certain charm to a first time's awkwardness that he was growing to enjoy, especially as he watched her face contort with the sheer pleasure.  Letting her have her way, he rubbed her legs, her back, her belly, anything he could reach while she pleasured herself on his cock.  A whole-body shudder made her legs cinch up, Liiana squealing loudly as she came, dribbling all over his crotch while her insides milked him.  Spyro continued to massage her while she caught her breath, which didn't take long before she was happily bouncing on him again, moaning to the ceiling.  "Sex is so good..." she muttered.  "I wanna feel penises in me all day every day!" He chuckled at that virgin inexperience.  "Oh, trust me, after a while it's not as fun anymore.  But right now, it sure is."   "I really wanna be a breeder..." she whined as her next climax ramped up swiftly.  "Wanna feel you ejaculate in me again!"  He watched as her whole form quaked, her tight tunnel clamping around him again as she peaked, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gasped and heaved for breath.  She toppled forward onto him and he caught her, holding her close and taking his turn to start thrusting deep into her body, pulling almost all the way out of her womb and then sheathing fully. "Gonna fill you up..." he growled.  "You ready for a belly big and heavy with my cum again?" "Yhheeeessss..." she crawled out, eyes rolled up.  "Pleeasse!" With a few more hip-slapping thrusts, his balls clapping against her tail, he lunged up into her and bit back a roar, Liliana crying out and cumming even harder than before as his sheath was mashed against her clit and his cock surged within her, repeatedly jerking against her walls and gushing hot seed into her core.  He pushed her up on his lap so she could watch as her belly slowly but surely grew bigger and rounder with his load, her paws feeling herself as she coasted in afterglow bliss.  "Enjoying the show?" "Soooo much cum..." she purred, one paw groping the bulge of his tip and feeling those rich jets of cream through her hide.  "Oh wow...I can feel you ejaculating...it's so surreal...but soooo hot..." "And it's all yours." She squirmed with an embarrassed but delighted grin, blushing heavily.  Pawing at her middle, she playfully shook her jiggling belly, marveling at the weight she now carried.  "There's so much...it's so heavy...but it feels so wonderful!" "I'm glad you enjoy this." "As soon as I lay these eggs, I'm coming back for more!" "What, not gonna practice being a breeder with those closer to you?" She pouted.  "But they can't put more eggs in me...not yet." "Okay, fair point."  She kept slowly wiggling and bouncing on him, enjoying the sensations of his shaft buried so deep inside her body.  "Who knows.  Maybe one of your sons will be born a Patriarch and you can enjoy his long dick all to yourself for a while." "I think I'd like that."  With a small sigh, she glanced back at the door.  "I really should be focusing on my homework right now though...ugh.  Math." He laughed at that and thrust up into her, making her yip in pleasure.  "Yeah, math was never my strong suit either.  Still isn't.  I guess an heiress has more to study though." At that she rolled her eyes with a groan of disgust, the action making her tense up around his shaft and getting him to throb inside her again.  "It's horrible.  There's way too much expected of us nobles.  Gotta run everything for everyone.  I don't care about finances and taxes and economic models.  I wanna go play in the snow again." "Does the train take breaks?" "Nope, not unless there's a track obstruction.  We're moving until we get to Anglapala." "I see.  Well, if you have homework, I assume someone is keeping you on track and will be wondering where you are?" "Yes...I should get going.  But...thank you so much, I really needed this distraction.  I was losing my mind cooped up with them in the litter talking about politics and economics and geographics...so boring." "Well, at the risk of being a temptation, if you need another...distraction...let me know and I'll help you get your mind off it for a while." "Thanks."  She blushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then started trying to pull herself off his lap.  Momentarily surprised by the little kiss, he held her and pulled her off, Liiana gasping and moaning in surprise as those ridges and barbs made her have another small climax as they pulled free.  Wobbling and shaky from cumming so hard earlier, she steadied herself against a crate, trying to find a better way to walk with her belly impeding her legs so much. "Need help?" "I...think I've got this...I need to learn if I wanna be a Matriarch, right?" He grinned and patted her rump.  "Sure.  But don't be afraid to ask either." She settled into a sort of waddling gait, gradually getting better at handling the side to side sloshing of his cum as she moved.  Entering the observation car again, Spyro found Emeralda approaching with a knowing smirk as Liiana walked past her.  "I thought so." "I hope her absence isn't a problem." "She should be focusing on her work...but she was getting quite antsy.  I think we all are." "Might be my pheromones again...sorry." "It's no worry.  I wouldn't mind a turn myself...but later."  She shot him a wink and he blushed with a little grin. "She...mentioned wanting to be a Matriarch, instead of a noble." "Did she now..." "Yeah.  Asked if my Patriarch abilities might make her one.  Says she wants to help repopulate the kingdom." Emeralda shook her head with a grin, then leaned in with a whisper.  "The Matron's say she has hallmarks too, same as Cynder." He froze in shock at that, his cock instantly getting hard under himself again.  "She...is another Matriarch??  But I thought they were supposed to be incredibly rare?" "They are, yes, but it seems fate has ideas for this generation.  It's likely she may be the only other one in the world right now...or perhaps there are others among your generation that are also lying in unknowing wait for this event.  But Liiana won't be to the same level as Cynder.  She has hallmarks, but just barely.  At most, the Matrons believe she may be a superestrus type, able to get pregnant quickly after laying, or being always fertile.  Cynder has superovitation, superestrus, and male virility recovery.  A truly rare combination." "I see...but does Liiana know?" Shaking her head, the old lady sighed softly.  "Not yet.  We will tell her when the time is right, but for now I would like her to live her life and not feel pressured by the knowledge.  She may have to choose between her desire for a family, or her fantasy of breeding, and that's something I would rather have her approach with more than teenage hormones." "I see." "She has other things to focus on...including her homework right now." "She complained about her math, yes." Emeralda rolled her eyes and huffed with a weary grin.  "Yes...I can only hope your semen can grant her focus or I'll never get her grades up." Sharing a laugh, they parted, Spyro moving back to his mate.  She was still camped by the observation window, reading the book from last night and snacking on some cookies, a globby trail of white slowly oozing from her slightly gaping pussy.  "Hey~" she churred when he leaned in to nuzzle her.   "Have fun while I was gone?" he asked, taking her scarf out and wrapping it around her neck.   "Yeah.  Got to...'thank' three of the guards." "I see you had fun." "Sex is always fun."  She smiled shyly.  "I just...feel kinda weird though." "Is it the 'too many dicks in me' thing?" "No...just..."  He laid down beside her, careful of the eggs against her belly, and tented his wing over her to hug her gently against his side, cuddling their eggs between them.  She leaned her head against his neck.  "I still can't shake that stupid paranoia of...all this niceness just being face value, some sort of 'please don't go Terror on me' appeasement...I know they're eager to meet me but...I just...don't get it."  She was wrestling with more words, so he stayed silent to let her process.  "But...when I'm having sex with them...I don't know, it feels like some really weird direct connection, kinda?  Like...it overrides the paranoia, shows how genuine their smile is." "It's a direct, intimate connection, yeah.  But look at it from a different perspective."  Holding her paw, he licked her cheek.  "You've improved so much in just the last year, Cynder.  A year ago your paranoia was so crippling you probably wouldn't even have entertained the idea of sex outside our relationship, much less with total strangers.  Now look at you - a Matriarch wanting to help guys recover, and sharing pleasure with those who want to thank you for saving their lives.  You're getting to see more of their reality." Hiding her face against his neck, she sighed softly.  "I'd be lost without you..." she whispered.  Coiling his tail around hers, he lightly groomed her neck, getting her to purr in appreciation.  "Mmmm...so how'd your backroom visit go?" "I think I may have created a chore for myself by accident...I forgot all about the girdle.  Liiana was...almost ready to go into heat again, it felt like.  Poor thing.  I think we forgot that ball cream too, the one the Matrons gave you." "Oh.  Right.  I left that in my bag too.  Whoops," she said with a monotone and a sly grin. "You little- ugh."  She laughed at his facepaw.  "You planned that to get them randy, huh." "Maaayyyybe.  It'll make them enjoy it more.  Go take care of your 'chore' then." "Alright.  I'm gonna go explore more of the train anyway." "Proportionally, I've already done more 'thanking' than you have," she said with a proud grin.  "Or...welcumming...whatever we wanna call this." "You and your puns."  He bapped her snout and she giggled and spanked his butt with the flat of her tailblade.  "Alright then.  I'll be back later.  You gonna chill here for the day?" Nodding, she gazed out the window.  "I just might.  I never realized how peaceful and relaxing the winterscape could be.  I like this view." "Still trying to figure out that ingredient?" "Nah.  It's something I've never seen or used.  But...definitely getting some ideas."  He leaned in and kissed her, the black dragoness melting against him and pressing into the kiss.  They stayed that way for a good while, just loving on each other until he broke it to nuzzle her nose.  "You're the best thing to happen to me, Spyro..." "And you, me, my lovely wife."  She blushed and giggled shyly at that, feeling a flutter of butterflies in her gut at that affirmation.  He grinned at her reaction and licked her forehead.  "Have fun." Making his way along the passenger cars, the purple breeder ended up coming across - and inside - several of the other ladies and one of their attendants.  Leaving the assisting girl to her eager musings of finally having eggs of her own, he finally reached the kitchen cab, eager to get a drink.  The only other one in there aside from the staff was none other than the conductor herself getting a drink as well, her glassy black scales gleaming and her eyes the same piercing neon as her wing membranes as she regarded him, a bright red ribbon around the base of her neck pinned with a gleaming gold insignia.  "Ah, Sir Spyro!  Welcome aboard, and well met at last.  Apologies for the lack of proper introductions, but...duties do impede." "No 'sir', please, and I understand fully, I've been there all too often myself," he replied, with a "thank you" to the side as he was offered a bowl of a delicious-smelling fruit juice.  "This is your engine?" She nodded and he followed her over to a small side table.  "Yes indeed.  I hope the accommodations are comfortable and your trip has been smooth thus far?" "Very, thank you.  It's honestly far better than I expected, though my only prior experience with these trains was the two I fought at the hands of Apes." Nodding, she sipped her bowl and sighed.  "Yes...and I feel I should apologize for that as well, as those designs were my stolen property...but such is the unfortunate nature of technological progress.  Always, there are those who seek evil usage.  But I am glad to see and hear that you overcame such trials and that my designs were not so advanced yet as to give significant trouble." "You design these trains?" he asked, sipping at his own bowl and pausing at the fragrant sweet blast of flavors.  "Mmm...this is wonderful!" "I do indeed.  I should introduce myself properly, I've failed twice so far to do so - I am master engine technician and head of production and design for Anglapala, Nevarah Sa'Crusches Ashtalon." Canting his head, he squinted in thought.  "Nevarah...I know that term from Terrador... You're a war veteran." "Right-Lieutenant under General Flagrender, yes.  But those days are behind me.  Now, all my time is dedicated to these vessels.  I do ask, thusly, that you...not tempt me with prospects of breeding... as much as I long for it in honesty, I have not the time nor circumstances.  I have no apprentices at an appreciable level to fully take over for me so as I may settle down, nor can I reasonably negotiate a gravid abdomen within the tighter confines I must often work within." "I don't desire to tempt anyone, honestly, I'm really just here to meet our sponsors.  Who is operating the train in your absence, may I ask?" "My eldest apprentice, my nephew.  He has enough experience to operate her while she's running as she is, but he's still in...training." He rolled his eyes and smirked at her pun, the black-scaled lady giggling softly.  "That was terrible." Finishing her drink, she gazed at him with a squint of her own thought.  "I...do not mean to impose upon you, but would you be willing to assist with an...issue?  I cannot discuss it here in an open cab, however." "I'll listen." Nodding sideways for him to follow, she led him to her personal cabin room, the first one at the head of the passenger cars.  There were trinkets everywhere, even hanging from the ceiling, and dark cloths and blankets draped here and there to form hammocks, and the floor was sprawling with lounging pillows and soft things.  "I hope you not mind a lady's chambers," she added as she made herself comfortable and motioned for him to do so. "Wouldn't be the first time today." "So I hear...but temptations."  Sighing softly, she looked out the window.  "What I would like your assistance with is, honestly, not a small endeavor in the least.  Anglapala is looking to network with these rail lines." "And...you're having trouble because of the world shattering and all the floating isles." "Exactly.  We desire to network not just ourselves, but expand the networking capability of every large residential area, so folks may better unify in the advent of the calamity.  The logistics are...terrifying, and the needs and urgency have only increased several-fold with...recent events." "...You mean transporting the females safely for breeding." "I do enjoy how quick you are.  Yes.  As much as we would love to rely on the portal system...well.  Temporary or emergency seldom-used portals remain stable for now, but we would need long-distance, daily-open portal networks, and I assume from your own usage of such at the Silver Grotto Temple, you've experienced the instability yourself." His memory flashed back to the occasional hiccup leaving him out in the open sky instead of at the destination.  "Yes." "Portals become evermore unstable with distance and time held open.  At least for now while the technology is in its infancy, but realistically it may take at least another ten years to refine it to acceptable safety levels.  We...do not have that kind of time, as you are aware.  The fracturing has also led to a sharp increase in survivalists going rogue and turning to rogue factions robbing transports for goods...or hostages." Tapping his claws, he thought it over.  "So you want to have dedicated train lines for the major cities, and hubs for the outlying areas, so that Dragons and Furs can have safe transport.  You can armor the trains and better defend them than you can wagons or boats, and it protects the occupants from the weather." "Correct.  We can carry far more cargo and passengers than other conventional means as well, and at greater weights.  An engine can even tow another engine for relocation or repairs." "That's some impressive power..." "And even more to come, surely.  The engines you fought against were mere prototypes, functional though they be, but entirely reliant on steam, a dangerous prospect even if it carries significant power capability.  My new vessels are hybridized between steam, magic, and elemental powers such as electricity, greatly reducing the onboard generation footprint and allowing for far superior structural integrity and comfort.  And...much less likely to be stolen by the Apes, as this design cannot be so easily shrunk down to their utility, as such would become too cumbersome yet too powerful for a smaller scale." "That's...actually kinda scary with how rapidly the tech has progressed.  Wow." "It is by necessity, alas.  But...though I do not have time for a family, these vessels are at once my children and my home.  This engine is finicky, and stubborn, but once she gets going like she is now, she'll purr like a baby Cheetah all the way to our destination." He smirked and nodded.  "Passionate about your craft huh?" "I've always longed to design them ever since I was a child, when my home was destroyed and I fled to Anglapala and saw their prototypes.  The wars...almost saw that dream to an end though." "Where...was your home?" Glancing over her scales, she shot him a little grin.  "I've seen your eyes exploring me.  I know I'm not common at all."  He blushed at being caught like that.  "I am a Toxin element.  Perhaps Cynder shares some genealogy with my homeland, further back...but the country is completely gone.  The Apes razed it for their war efforts, and it was further sullied by the subsequent attacks and leveling by the Guardians.  Anglapala took me in, so that is my home now.  When I'm not on long trips." "Do you...have anyone waiting for you?" Her smile faded.  "I did...long ago.  He perished at the outbreak of the first war." "Oh...I'm sorry..." Shaking her head, she sighed sadly.  "It's...yet another reason I long to get these rail systems underway and improve our connections.  It's not just the trains we could carry...faster messaging services are also being drafted alongside the train lines.  Perhaps...even using the tracks themselves as a conduit.  He didn't die to the enemy, per se...but when they made their camps, they did so violently, and drove out the wildlife.  He...was stampeded, with no means of calling or warning." "...That's terrible..." "Between the wars, my education and design of these vessels, and subsequent hurried planning and construction and maintenance...I've not had the time for courting again.  I miss him dearly...but I must get these things sorted out, for all our futures." Nodding to her, he sighed as well.  "I will assist in your endeavors when I can, though...my time may not be freed for a while with the breeding and golem hunting duties." "I am aware, but thank you, sincerely.  If you have free time during your stay in our kingdom and would like, I and my assistants can instruct you on what would be required.  The biggest logistical issue right now is the land clearing, preparation, and subsequent laying of track.  As to that track mention..."  She pulled out a diagram and handed it to him, an artist rendition of a train leaving a set of tracks and floating between land chunks along what appeared to be some sort of ethereal or energetic rail line between two identical anchor points.  "This is the ideal we strive for.  Rather than rigid tracks and bridges, which would be impossible to maintain at our current rate with how things continue to shift...we would have a hybrid track line of physical rails on land, and a magical or etheric track to suspend the vessel between land points, anchored between generators.  Safeties are still being debated on that as well, of course.  Perhaps a portal system instead, with the much shorter distance and using the train's presence on the track as a trigger for activation...there are many potentials." "I see...hmmm.  It almost seems fantastical, and yet I would've said the same of a portal system had I not already seen it myself.  Maybe...hm.  Maybe while I'm at the kingdom I could try to help with the elemental research...I am purple, after all." Her eyes widened.  "I...had not factored that at all, but yes, perhaps that would be of great service if you could help us make a breakthrough.  Any assistance you could render us would be greatly appreciated...and go a long way for many." "My main concern though is, how much natural land would have to undergo destruction to lay these tracks?  I can't imagine most areas would have just the one track line...and this is a fairly wide train." "Mmmm...that is yet another tough spot we have.  If we could magically loft the train and have such a system as the Skavengers did, we could negotiate all our problems, including the most dangerous one...the ocean.  To be completely honest I would love to have a transport system that could safely negotiate land, sea, and air travel...but that would be a dream for those after me I'm afraid.  Air travel would be dangerous with the Skavengers and their rogue remnants targeting the trains.  So for now...it is unfortunate, but that's also part of the research outlet currently underway, mapping the lands and environments and attempting to identify routes with minimal impact." "Sounds good."  Standing up to stretch his legs and tail, he then nodded to her.  "Let me know what would be needed and I can zap myself up here or wherever is needed to start the work." "Your willingness to help is very appreciated.  Thank you."  She dipped her head to him, then accidentally caught sight of his low-hangers and paused with wide eyes.  Spyro blushed.  "Oh...oh my." "Sorry.  Hard to...y'know, hide 'em." "I'd heard you were a Patriarch but...that is...impressive, to say the least."  Shaking her head to gather her thoughts, she gazed out the window again.  "Here I am speaking of temptations..." "Didn't mean to." "Not your fault, I know."  Licking her lips, her expression changed and she blushed a little.  "It has...been so very long since I last indulged in carnal pleasures...well, more intimate ones."  Regarding him again, her voice faltered.  "Could I...maybe...?" "Well...if you want to," he said, not trying to hide his parts from her view now that she was showing interest...and clearly needed it.  "If you really need, we can have a bit of fun to take that edge off.  I won't impregnate you, of course." "Of course..." she whispered, gazing with increasing need at those hanging jewels of his.  "Well...I suppose my absence would be good training for my nephew..." He carefully rolled onto his back, trying not to disturb too many of her things, and spread his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination, his sheath pulsing lightly and firming up with his growing arousal while his fat nuts shifted around inside his scaled scrotum.  The black dragoness moved over hesitantly and nuzzled at his balls lightly, then with more confidence, huffing against his scales and lapping over those enormous testicles.  "I'll never understand a girl's attraction to my balls."  "They're incredibly alluring, I will admit..." she muttered, nosing all over his sack, letting her sensitive snout explore the soft warmth.  "You have a very nice masculine scent too..." "Uhh...thanks, I guess?" Her paw moved up to grope and stroke over his left testicle, hefting it, feeling the weight.  "Ancestors...were I in a better position..." Her eyes traveled up and widened at the sight of his shaft at full extension now, lazily throbbing along his belly and chest.  "Oh...my..." "Heh.  Yeah." Moving to get a better look from above, she gazed down at the massive tool, gold from the sheath swirling up between his barbs and ridges halfway to expose a beautiful mauve flesh radiating heat.  "What an incredible sight..." she breathed.  He felt something hot and wet dribble onto his tail. "Temptations?" he muttered.   "Yes..." "We could do anal if you want to feel it inside you?" Biting her lip and clearly fighting her own lust, she shuddered with arousal.  "I...think I would like that..."  Leaning in, she couldn't help licking all over between his penile barbs, exploring those soft but firm fleshy nodes, especially the ones ringing his tapered tip.  "It's been so long...  could I...feel it inside my vagina for a short bit?" "If that won't be too tempting for you." She slowly moved up along him, gasping as those soft barbs caressed her clit and her drenched labial folds, leaving a trail of slick warmth over his length.  Finally she was at his tip, panting softly in anticipation.  Holding her hip with one paw, Spyro held himself steady with the other, then gently pressed her back, the lady above him whimpering as nerves long denied suddenly flared back at the wonderful stretch and warmth of a male's genitals.  "Ooohhh that feels incredible already..." "So tight...you feel like a virgin." She wiggled above him, slowly but surely taking him deeper, and deeper, moaning softly the entire time, until she squeaked when she felt an unusual touch in her core.  "What is...what is this?" "That's your cervix.  Your womb." "...That's not possible..." "Every girl has taken it all the way.  Even Liiana.  Here."  Taking advantage of her pleasured confusion, he held her hips and gave a few testing light humps, nudging insistently against that tight doorway to her core.  She gasped and moaned lewdly at the rush of pleasure.  His Patriarch abilities were definitely coming in handy, that otherwise painful contact nothing but pleasant and wonderful to her as he gradually worked her open and then plunged through into her inner sanctum.  She cried out and shuddered on the brink of climax already, staring down her body much as Liiana had in sheer wonder as a bulge began to form in her jet-black belly and then press up along the swell of her chest, until finally her labia were kissing his sheath, every inch tucked away inside her.  He watched with a grin as she reached up shakily to feel him through herself, the black-scaled lady gasping when her touch made him throb tangibly within her.   "Impossible..." she whispered, holding his tip firmly and feeling it throb with his pulse, her tail swaying over top of his balls.  "It feels...so good..." Planting her feet by his wings, she started to bounce on him slowly, awkwardly, her years of abstinence rather clear compared to the more practiced ladies on the train.  Panting heavily already, and quivering in delight at the sheer pleasure wracking her body, it didn't take more than a few strokes before she locked up with a yowl, cumming hard and dribbling all over his groin, her insides fluttering so tightly around him he hissed with a bit of pain.  Gasping for breath, the toxin dragoness stared down at that bulge in her belly with glassy eyes, watching as she continued to shakily bounce, his cock moving up and down against her chest.  "Wow, you really did need this," he marveled.   "I...I didn't realize it either..." she huffed.  "I can't stop..." "Then don't stop.  Let it out." Encouraged by his words, she leaned over him on all fours now and kept bucking on him, panting and moaning sweetly as she enjoyed her first rut in years.  Spyro wasn't too sure if his pheromones were sending her into heat or not, but she was surely enjoying every moment.  Back and forth his generous length sawed inside her, ridges and barbs teasing along her tight walls and the inside of her womb, touches she'd never experienced before all adding up to a swift and powerful second climax, making her lock up and gasp sharply above him in surprise at the intensity.  Spyro caught her and held her up as she went limp, taking his turn to thrust into her, slow and steady, pulling nearly all the way out and then sinking back through her tight tunnel and up into her womb repeatedly, the motions making her quiver and shudder in delight.  "Hh- ooohh it's sooo goood..." she drawled out, her eyes rolling back on the cusp of a third peak. "Do it.  Cum for me," he whispered, rubbing her sides.  As if his words were the key she arched up with a shaky, breathless cry as her body crashed over with pleasure, her whole form shaking as her insides milked him eagerly.  Finally she slumped onto him, a panting mess, trying to catch her breath.  "You okay?" he asked, rubbing her back. Taking a few deep breaths to try to steady herself, she nodded and purred.  "Wow...that was...intense...so good..." "You definitely needed it, looks like." "Mmmmm..."  She blushed, then smiled shyly up at him.  "But you haven't finished yet have you?" "You'd definitely be getting pregnant if I did," he joked. "After that performance I'd welcome it...but reason says I can't.  However...as your host, I should see to your finish..." she hinted.  They both smirked and she tried to lift herself up off him, but her legs were far too shaky.  "Oh Ancestors I haven't been this jelly-legged in ages..." "Here."  Holding her firmly, he slowly extricated himself from her form, the black dragoness whimpering and huffing in pleasure as those intimate details slithered out of her abused slit, until with a final plop he was free and she locked up with a surprised cry as a smaller orgasm hit her, leaving her panting and dripping.   "So embarrassing..." "Like the Matrons say, it's your body doing what it should.  You sure you want to continue?" Nodding, she purred.  "I'd love to." Laying her on her sheets and pillows, he watched as she nuzzled into them in her afterglow bliss, getting herself more comfortable before she spread her legs in invitation, her wings tenting up as if offering a hug.  Stepping over her, the purple dragon purred back and nudged the divot of her anus with his tip, making her squeak shyly at the contact and then relax.  "Have you...done this before?" "Oh yes...plenty.  Most recently with my nephew.  But after this...I may have to let him mount me properly." He chuckled at that and pressed in, both of them moaning out softly as her body clamped around him.  Her juices helped lubricate his entry, deeper and deeper he lightly thrust.  She panted again as more and more cock pressed deeper than anything she'd felt before, and it just kept going, and going, until the mauve of his shaft was buried in her and the gold continued.  "You good?" he asked when she squirmed and huffed out. "It...is a strange sensation...but not unpleasant...please keep going..." Before long the entire thing was buried in her ass and he was bulging her belly again.  "There we go." "That's so amazing..." she mused, groping him once more.  Rubbing up and down, she lightly masturbated him in herself, watching his face tense up in pleasure.  "When I can finally retire and have children...I will most certainly be heading to the Silver Grotto Temple." "Mmmm...I'll be waiting for that," he growled lustfully, setting his paws and starting to thrust, slow and deep.  She churred and closed her eyes, rather enjoying the sensation of so much length inside her body and the heft of his balls sliding up and down along her tail with his motions.   "Would any of our children have your...assets?" she asked hopefully. "I don't know yet.  But I would hope so."   "I think I'd like that..." He kept slowly sawing his hips, taking his time from being so pent up already from her earlier ride, but it was a losing battle, the Patriarch urges demanding he seed this happily indulgent 'ness under him.  Huffing and gritting his teeth, he surged up into her and she gasped as another unexpected climax wracked her sore body, the tangible pulsing and surging of his shaft inside her a truly alien sensation, especially as her belly began to grow heavy and round.  She watched in amazed pleasure as throb after throb of that bulge against her chest made her middle grow ever more with his hot cream.  Finally they both came down from their high and he smirked down at her as she rubbed and squished at her stretched black belly.  "Imagine all this, but in your womb, next time," he whispered, leaning in to nuzzle at that pudge of seed.  She squeaked at the unusually pleasant sensation. "Now I truly can't wait to retire..." "Don't rush yourself.  Let's secure a future for those kids." Wiggling under him and enjoying the light shifting of his shaft within her, she churred.  "I must admit...this has been a wonderful diversion...though I am sad I will have to...evacuate this lovely load so I may attend my duties..." "Perhaps on the return trip you should have a short vacation stay at the Temple, either one, and you could have a few days to lounge and enjoy it better." "That is a wonderful idea..." she whispered, leaning her head back.  "Mmmm...yes, a small vacation at least.  I've been going full tilt for so long, maybe that would be best." "Cynder would probably love to host you as well, make a big meal for everyone.  She loves cooking." "Mmm...I will discuss it with my assistants...but I am sure they'd all love the change of pace.  I should get up and return to my duties...but thank you, so very much.  I know my name can be a bit much for others, so...you may call me either Crusche, or Ash." "Alright then, Lady Ash."  Helping her to her feet, he laughed softly as she wobbled with the heaviness in her gut.  "It's a bit to get used to." "Mmmm...it's not as cumbersome as I had anticipated, but...definitely...strange.  Yet wonderful.  I think I would not be averse to a repeat on the way back." "Sure.  As long as you enjoy it.  Better go let your nephew have a turn as well." Smiling sidelong at him, she giggled.  "I suppose I should, Ancestors know he's been eyeballing me for some time."  Leading him out of her room with wobbly steps, she had to get used to the change in her center of gravity, but managed to mostly regain her professional air by the time she reached the kitchen car.   Cynder was still in the observation car, chatting with Liiana, Emeralda, and a few of the other ladies while some dinner was being offered.  "Hey again," she churred, nuzzling her mate as he settled by her.  "Making sure everyone's pregnant, I see." "Hey, our species depends on it." "At our current rate," Emeralda said as she looked out the window at the deepening afternoon light, "we should be at Anglapala within three days.  There's a snowstorm inbound, hopefully there will be no track obstructions to slow us down." "Will the train survive a snowstorm?" Cynder asked warily. "Oh most certainly.  With the improvements over previous models, we'll have ample heat.  The question is the tracks.  The train can push through quite a bit of snow or other debris thanks to the scoop at the front, but thick enough ice or, Ancestors forbid, a fallen tree or a landslide...those have to be cleared before we can progress." "How can you tell ahead of time though?" Spyro asked.  "I can't imagine this heavy vehicle can simply stop." "Nay, it cannot, it takes a fair distance to come to a full stop at this speed.  We have workers at regular stations along the route keeping an eye and patrolling the track, and they will signal us well ahead if there is a danger." "Mmmm...I feel kinda bad if someone has to stay camped out in all weather conditions like that..." Cynder said with a frown. "It is a part of the job, and they have ways to occupy themselves, much as the guards of a city or castle do.  Rotating shifts, meal deliveries, et cetera.  They're volunteers as well, many of them looking to get out of the kingdom for a while." "I see." "So far as we can tell though, should be a smooth ride straight through, even with the weather.  I think we should take this time to train you two on the gesture customs for our kingdom, as we mentioned before." "Oh, right, yeah.  I almost forgot with all this new stuff going on."