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I always enjoy writing any good fun snuffing this little hero-whore~\n\n\n[b]ALSO[/b]\nIf you all want more Spyro-snuff shenanigans and other such depraved ideas, there's a Discord you can hang out at over here - https://discord.gg/TefB4Sm9c2 - so if anyone who enjoyed this story wants to hang out, come on in!\n\n\nThe Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "description_bbcode_parsed": "With Malefor's reign ended and the Dragon Realms finally safe from evil, the heroes known as Spyro and Cynder find themselves adrift in the mountains beyond trying to live their lives free until things settle down in the aftermath.  Unfortunately, a shadow still lurks within one of them, and her long-seeking plan is about to commence.

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If you all want more Spyro-snuff shenanigans and other such depraved ideas, there's a Discord you can hang out at over here - https://discord.gg/TefB4Sm9c2 - so if anyone who enjoyed this story wants to hang out, come on in!


The Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "writing": "In the land of dragons, there was a story that had only recently been inscribed into the annals of history. A tale woven of folklore and courage, of overcoming darkness and the strengthening of good against evil. This felt like almost a memory, even to those who had taken part in it. Centre stage of this young legend, were two dragons just embarking into adulthood, twirling through the sky above the old forgotten mountains that laid beyond the sky-barrier, a cold forbidden place that to most creatures was unreachable. Except for the two who now flew above its peaks.\nOne was an inspiring beast of bronze horns and golden front, leathery wings sprouting from his purple-scaled back that matched the violet of his eyes. A crest of horns resembling flames stretched between his two larger ones to flow down the back of his neck. The other was a deep indigo with teal pupils and wings of neon-pink like the underside of her belly. With steel braces on her tail and feet, six horns stretching from her head and cheeks, and a sickle-shaped end to her tail and wingtips, she looked more fearsome than her partner despite the softening of her eyes.\n\t\"Something wrong?\" he asked spinning past.\n\t\"Just a little cold,\" she flapped her wings.\n\t\"You want to head back?\"\n\t\"Yes, I think we should.\"\nThey flapped over towards an ancient castle, hidden in the cresting peaks and built by some unknown tribe, with its towering parapets covered in frozen rime over its dark cobbled stones. The frost-drenched courtyard belied a much warmer interior as they stepped inside the fortress, torches flickering with magic fire of luscious amber down one side and dark blackish-purple on the other that they both walked beneath.\n\t\"You alright?\" the male asked her.\n\t\"Yes, thank you Spyro,\" she grinned nodding.\n\t\"If you're nervous about tonight we could-\"\n\t\"No no, no...I want to.\" Her tail slinked around his as they walked. \"It's just so strange to be so apart from the world.\"\n\t\"Well, it's more for their sake,\" he gestured back outside, \"until things settle down, life gets back to normal, I just worry that me being around might...I don't know Cynder, sorry.\"\n\t\"I understand,\" she rubbed her side against his, \"I wanted to be here with you for, well, the same reason.\"\nShe smiled with a matron's grin, always seeming older than she actually was as Spyro grinned in return, sliding his wing over her back as Cynder ended up nuzzling his chest. Through ancient halls of stone where crackling fireplaces loomed, burning forever with magic flame, they found old tables, chairs, volumes of books in cozy nooks and bedrooms. It was a place fit for a regent, or a hero in solitude with his closest partner. There were no mirrors in this place, no need for them. Mirrors were too powerful, and frightened Cynder with whispers on the edge of her vision.\nIn the back of her mind Cynder always heard it, that creeping voice of the sinister past, the remnants of a chain that while not tethered remained dragging behind like a prisoner escaped. In her dreams it would rattle with the deathly gasp of her former master, and in her waking it would clutch coldly to her throat. Spyro had helped her more than anyone to dispel the nightmares, his smile, his kindness and heroic warmth helping to soothe her wounded soul. But that was only for one part of the darkness, the one that wasn't her own.\nHer own darkness however, was another issue entirely. Entering the depths of their new home, Cynder took Spyro to the old cellar where a large ritual circle had been inscribed into the floor, symbols of darkness weaving through each other as Cynder's personal training room for her skills in the black. The scars of her corruption still festered within, but through rigorous dedication she had learned to harness it with restraint and precision. Tonight however would test this to the limit.\n\t\"So, what did you want to do?\" asked Spyro stepping in front.\n\t\"Well,\" Cynder rubbed her leg, \"I was hoping I could be dominant tonight.\"\n\t\"Oooh, alright!\" her lover swished his tail eagerly. \"Haven't had that in a while, I was starting to miss that feeling.\"\n\t\"Hmhmhm, you do make the most wonderful sounds,\" her grin widened with a glint in her eye, \"so different from when you mount me.\"\n\t\"Well it...feels different, when you mount me,\" said Spyro with a blush as he rubbed his neck, \"just making sure, you still don't want me to breed you?\"\n\t\"Exactly,\" she nodded, \"I hope you understand, I don't feel ready to be a mother yet so if it is alright with you I will keep my infertility binding spell.\"\n\t\"Oh no I understand,\" he nodded, \"when you're ready you tell me, I don't mind waiting until you are.\"\n\t\"Thank you...speaking of magic.\" She walked up close and slipped past his body. \"I've been experimenting with something new.\"\n\t\"Ooooh?\" he looked back to her.\n\t\"I've discovered a way to...dominate better, you might say, through a magic dampening effect. I was hoping to try it on you and see how fun it would be.\"\n\t\"Magic dampening?\" he squinted, turning to her. \"So, you would be suppressing my magic?\"\n\t\"Yes.\" She nodded carefully, rubbing her head on his rump. \"I just want to see if dominating you is more fun if you were more...oh, I don't know how to say this, it feels terrible-\"\n\t\"Powerless?\" Spyro grinned as she looked up with a little blush. \"Is it safe?\"\n\t\"Absolutely, I would never suggest if it wasn't.\"\n\t\"Well I...I do like when you get to dom, it feels really fun just letting you take me, and I do it because well, I trust you!\"\n\t\"I appreciate that,\" Cynder smiled warmly, \"you've been so good to me Spyro, I know you put a lot of trust in me after everythin-\"\n\t\"Hey, hey.\" He rubbed his tail under her chin. \"I do trust you, I wouldn't let anyone else do this but you.\"\n\t\"Thank you Spyro. Shall we begin?\"\n\t\"Yes...my mistress.\"\nShe giggled at being addressed such, her smile changing slowly to a wicked grin that he had seen before but now knew was harmless. But on this night there was an extra twinkle in Cynder's eye, a dark intelligence as she raised one of her paws up to summon a dark incantation. The circle beneath Spyro flashed, and he felt the binding tethers of her magic wreathed in shadow, black nebulous tentacles that burst from underneath via a portal of darkness, and turned stiff as iron round his limbs before locking him in place.\n\t\"Such a good little drake you are,\" said she with sultry eyes, \"for such a brave thing you are awfully loyal.\"\n\t\"I-i...I live to serve you,\" said Spyro putting on a fawning face, \"how should I please you mistress?\"\n\t\"Hmhmhm, putting my needs before yours? Such a sweet hero.\"\nHer smile widened as one of the darkened coils forced his head down to the floor, making Spyro bow to her feet as he gasped with a shudder and licked across her claws. A small worship to ease him in as he panted with tender tongue, the purple dragon kissed over her long scaled toes before she lifted her front foot to let him suck on her claws, flicking his tongue over the length and whimpering from the taste of filmy dirt and the cold crystalline ice.\n\t\"Good boy,\" she whispered, \"such a good pet for your queen...but remember, if you make yourself indecent, I shall have to punish you.\"\n\t\"N-no,\" he mumbled sucking her toes, \"I, I' won't mistress, I'll be good for you tonight.\"\n\t\"I know you will.\"\nSpyro shuddered feeling the tentacle wrap round his throat, the creeping of her shadows from the circle tightening as he groaned with a deepthroating of her thick toeclaw. Pumping his throat on it like he were sucking a cock, the young hero closed his eyes and savoured her taste down to the sole, slurping his tongue around the scaled digit before moving to the next one, and the next. Once she was satisfied she offered the other front foot, Spyro's moans rumbling through her paw as she quivered with excitement, twitching in her loins with anticipation before Cynder pulled back.\n\t\"Are you ready little hero?\" she asked with a curling sneer. \"Have you ever wondered, what it would be like to be a powerless little hatchling?\"\n\t\"M-mmmph, I-i don't know,\" he gasped with mock fear, \"I've never...felt more powerless than this, mistress.\"\n\t\"Not yet. You've offered me your body, your servitude, but have you never wondered if you could give me...so much more, little slave? Perhaps your power, your very strength until you are so brittle that I could snap you like a twig at my behest?\"\n\t\"Haaaah!\" the shadows clenched on Spyro's torso as he arched his back. \"I-i-i can't, a-aaah, I...I would give you everything m-my mistress!\"\n\t\"Good.\" She leaned down closer. \"Shall I offer you the gift of my pleasure?\"\n\t\"Yes,\" he whimpered almost kissing her, \"please, m-make me...let me give you more, mistress.\"\nWith a flicker in her eye she tightened the grip of her shadows upon him, forcing his rear high to expose his sweet honey rump with twitching pucker, a small but eager grin that Spyro tried to hide but failed gleefully. She began to cast her spell upon him, planting a claw on his head as he heard the sound of a bell ringing through his mind. A lone terrifying noise from which everytime it rang, he felt a spasm through his body, a fog growing in his brain. His eyes shone with excitement towards his mistress, gleaming with trust and anticipation before a soft dimming came from his pupils.\nIt was the strangest feeling, something he had felt once or twice from his most dreaded enemies, causing his spirit to naturally react with the aura of his body trying to repel the invading force, which was a struggle in turn for Cynder to force her spell without going overboard. His magic started to wither, a soft lethargic feeling in the back of his throat that crept to his heart, like the onset of a fever rankling in the pits of his body. What Cynder had not told him was that this was not merely a magic dampening spell. In truth it was a magical draining spell, a harmless little bend of the truth to help ease herself into her own plans.\nOver the months that they had dated, Spyro had been encouraging her to be more confident with her magic, and one such way was through their intimate moments, even offering to let her dominate. She loved it. She wanted more, and slowly but surely she wanted to dominate him further. She did not know whether it was her own darkness or the previous \"owner\" of her soul's emanations that wanted it. But something about trapping this young bold hero in her clutches excited her much greater than anything in life had done.\n\t\"How does it feel, my little hero?\" she asked with a taunting chuckle. \"Does it not feel wonderful, to feel so normal, so helpless...to give everything to me?\"\n\t\"H-h-haaaah,\" he gasped with flickering lids, \"yes, hohhh m-mistress it feels...so strange but I...a-aaah.\"\n\t\"You want it too, yes? You just want to give it all away, to abandon your spirit to me, to stop thinking.\"\n\t\"Mmmmph! NNNNGH!\"\nIt was agony for him not to turn hard with his flowering slit, mentally constraining himself to the whim of his mistress despite the pulsing arousal in his nethers. The weakening of his magic in the safe confines of Cynder's room was incredible, like floating across the ocean with a weightlessness that soothed him. A part of him always wondered how non-magic creatures felt, how soft and mundane their essences felt as his legs became weak, his horns felt heavier with every minute, and his breath started to turn funny.\nAfter a few minutes he tried to puff his flame and saw it visibly weaken, dying off to a tepid ember that gave him a moment of genuine fear that transcribed into a sudden spurt from between his legs, dribbling a thick pre into the circle that made the writhing shadows squirm from his pleasure. As he felt his magic fading from his body, Cynder felt stronger with a surge of vitality welling in her being. One of the most forbidden arts was to steal a dragon's magic, an almost sacrilegious act that in dragon society would never be spoken of in public. But to a young Spyro who hadn't spent long enough amongst his peers, this was simply a fun experiment. Cynder knew better, and the fact that her lover and friend was so innocent to this taboo, made it all the more delicious to savour.\nEvery second that passed made her mind sharper, her muscles thicken, and her eyes turn stronger with a piercing stare that loomed above her temporary servant. Her claws dug deeper into the stone with little cracks building as she gasped with a shuddering bliss, her heart pumping faster and a dribbling down her thighs from the surging force of Spyro's energy filling her. It was such an alien feeling, but it was the best thing she ever felt. The darkness smiled inside her, and whilst there was a guilt traipsing around in her mind, she looked upon Spyro's face. He was happy. Why should she feel so bad about his joy, when he asked for this so willingly?\n\t\"How do you feel?\" Cynder asked with growing grin. \"Does it not feel wonderful to be so helpless, to not think about your duty?\"\n\t\"Yes,\" he gasped with panting breath, \"it feels so...weird but I feel great!\"\n\t\"Hahaha, really?!\"\n\t\"Yeah it's like, I can just stop thinking about what to do next and let you...just let you take over, my mistress. Please, take my body, I need it so badly, I need you inside me!\"\n\t\"Mmmmmph...how can I say no to such a good little drake?\"\nShe stopped draining him, not wanting to push her luck as Spyro sighed with a little personal relief to feel half of his magic still present inside him. There was a mutual gratitude between them, Cynder bowing to him before she walked off to the corner of the cellar where a small rack of tools for various purposes stood, one of which was a harness where the front and back two thick sculpted shapes resembled a dragon's erect shaft.\nMoving back towards her pet, the shadows from the circle turned to hands that hooked her strap-on harness to between her legs. One of the shafts slipped inside her, the dark dragon moaning with a clench in her pussy walls as she bound the clasps around her legs and tail. The sight of his lover standing before him with a swollen fake cock was delightfully lewd, but moreso because it was moulded from the shape of his own. He noticed she was bigger by a few feet, her chest larger and her legs more defined with a thick tone of muscle.\n\t\"Look upon your queen,\" she ordered pressing the length to his lips, \"feel her strength, her majesty, taking your body and your strength upon hers.\"\n\t\"Yes,\" he whispered kissing her cock, \"please, mistress, breed me, mount me!\"\n\t\"Mmmm, are you hard little one?\"\n\t\"N-no, no I-i'm being good for you mistress, honest!\"\nCynder bent down to where his slit was leaking, the dragon struggling to not be hard by his heroic will as the smallest flex of his scales showed a pink little nub struggling to push free. But Spyro was strong and despite some of his essence having been taken, his resistance was plenty against his own arousal.\n\t\"Very good!\" she cooed smooching his head. \"You learned that only I give you permission when to get hard.\"\n\t\"Yes, I remembered mistress,\" he smiled trembling in his thighs, \"th-thank you!\"\n\t\"And now, your reward for your obedience.\"\nShe sauntered around behind him, her false shaft bouncing between her legs as Cynder watched her shadows grip him tightly. His tail however lifted up entirely of his own will, showing the soft golden rump with a puffing eager hole as she licked her lips. Cynder mounted him with ease, slipping her front paws onto his back and thrusting closer to rub the cocktip on his rosy bud. Spyro yelped a soft whimper of delight, before the long falsetto moan when he felt his lover plunge deep inside of him.\n\t\"A-AAAAH! HOHH, C-CYNDER!\"\n\t\"MMMPH, y-you call me MISTRESS!\" she snapped with a gasping breath. \"Ohhh you have such a tight body. And now much weaker I feel.\"\nIndeed she felt less resistance in his muscles than usual. Despite his willingness, there was a growing weakness in Spyro's form she felt by the intrinsic nature of mystic beasts, an aura that had faded in place of her much stronger form with a more focused mind, her shadows far thicker in their crepuscular writhe that made Spyro feel like a paper doll. Cynder pushed all the way inside to the hilt, the shaft in her pussy stuffing to the hilt in turn as they both gasped together in growing bliss, grinding and flexing her cunt to make the shaft in Spyro's ass twist and grind in turn.\nThe hero beneath her quivered like a mare in heat, legs trembling in her darkened grip as the shadow magic kept him still for his breeding. His loving mistress nipped the back of his neck and nibbled along his wings to make him shiver with delight, moaning as he pushed back against her as best he could in his restraints. Cynder grinded harder into his depths, the rippling shape of his own cock's mould inside him making Spyro twitch and spasm through his tail.\nThe dark mistress panted faster, bucking against her double-sided dildo with deep savage thrusts as she felt her strength increase twofold, surprising her lover in turn when he gasped from the plunging force that pushed him against her bindings.\n\t\"You have my permission to be hard, little Spyro.\"\n\t\"MMMPH, th-thank you, AAAH!\"\n\t\"Don't hold back...I certainly won't.\"\nWith her permission he finally let his cock be free, the dragon's length filling out from his slit to fully sprout with a bulging throb and a fresh squirt of more pre onto the circle from which Cynder felt his arousal, the almost-symbiotic nature of her dark magic giving her that little shudder of bliss when his male milk dribbled upon their dark slenderous tendrils.\nCynder's strength pushed him down further, her front paws stomping on his back to force him down against the floor where the shadow magic bound him tighter, arching his ass even higher as she slammed straight into the depths, grinding into the bottom part of his anal tunnel to make his shaft quiver and spurt even harder to form a dribbling puddle between his paws. Cynder cackled at his blissful moans, pulling his neck with biting pulls as he gasped even sweeter with a rising pitch.\nPounding with her strengthened thighs the dragoness whipped her tail behind her like cracks of lightning, the shining blade-tip catching the light from above as she panted faster and bit him tighter, groaning in a full mating form and punching his ass harder until their hips met with a thick clap. Spyro came first, pent-up as he was with a bleating cry as he sprayed his seed across the circle, the splattering white trailing across the shadows as Cynder screamed in her own climax incensed by his.\n\t\"A-AAAH, AAAAH, YEEES!\"\n\t\"YES, BOW TO ME LITTLE PET, BOW TO ME!\"\n\t\"AAAAH, I-I'M YOURS, MISTRESS, F-FOREVER I'M YOURS A-AAAAIIIIH!\"\nHis master dripped profusely down her thighs, drooling her thick juices with a sputtering gasp as she strangled the dildo in her puss, suckling hotly against the strap-on wedged to her cuntlips as she grinded harder upon her bitch's rear. Panting above his head, she licked across the back of his neck with a purr as he slipped his tail round her waist.\n\t\"Thank you,\" she whispered, \"how was that?\"\n\t\"Hoh...th-that was amazing,\" he gasped, \"somehow a lot...better than I thought it would be, that spell's really good!\"\n\t\"Hmhmhmhm! Alright, let me just pull out.\"\nDoing so she freed her fake cock from his ass, a hefty plop from his suckling pucker and a gasp from her lover making her grin before Cynder released her grip. The shadow magic returned to the circle beneath, tendrils fading to the depths before she hugged him tenderly, reversing the other spell in her mind to bring back Spyro's magic between them. The same process was slow the other way as he felt his strength return, like a tonic of youth had filled his belly and revitalised him with the same force a flower felt on a perfect summer day.\nCynder wilted with a slight atrophy, her muscles less defined and her height shortening a bit with her aura fading back to mostly its regular state. But as the hero was restored with glorious sheen in his pupils, he could never have noticed the smallest fragment of his power that Cynder did not return to him, a flicker of darkness in her eyes that smiled from her little thievery. His horns glinted from a peerless light as he turned towards his lover with a grin and nuzzled her face, licking and smooching her smirking lips.\n\t\"That was really fun,\" he said, \"how'd it feel?\"\n\t\"Much better than before,\" she grinned rolling her eyes, \"thank you for indulging me Spyro, I was quite nervous bu-\"\n\t\"It was great, your magic's been getting really good!\"\n\t\"Hahaha, thank you,\" she kissed him with a sweet suckling of his tongue, \"would you be up for doing this again?\"\n\t\"I'd love to,\" he gasped licking the bridge of her snout, \"you're really fun as a mistress, I'm not sure why but it's really exciting.\"\n\t\"I didn't think I would be, but you make such a good pet. Perhaps better a pet than I a mistress.\"\n\t\"Y-you don't mean that,\" Spyro blushed with a swish of his tail.\n\t\"No no, I'm serious!\" she bopped his snout. \"You've always been very sweet...but I'm rather tired, shall we go rest?\"\n\t\"Sounds good, race you to the bed!\"\n\t\"Wha-HEY!\"\nGalloping up the stairs to their bedroom, Spyro ran ahead of Cynder who was already mentally-fatigued to some extent from her advanced arcane skill. Not that she minded, her experiment had been a success and her partner's willingness was just a bonus to make things easier. Unbeknownst to Spyro, there lied a tremor of darkness in the back of her mind and trickling through her eye with a growing grin. Was it her old master's influence? Or was it her own darkening urges overpowering the guilt she had felt since her freedom?\nBut then she thought back to Spyro's bliss, his cries of elation, his timorous joy and his desire to submit. Over the course of their relationship, he had always shown himself eager to be underneath her, eager to please and eager to serve as a training dummy for her magic through these intimate moments. Was it truly wrong to go this length, she pondered, to go even further and to completely take this bold hero under her control, if he was already so willing? She had known him long enough to know if he didn't want it. Cynder smiled with her winning argument, and so prepared to sculpt his mind and body for the next few months into a perfect pet.\n\n\n=================\n\nOver the next few months Cynder practiced her dark arts, sometimes with Spyro in tow as she experimented with draining his essence, bit by bit as he became more willing and trusting for both controlling him and also controlling herself. It was a strangely pleasant affair, Spyro savouring the weakness of his form as something he had never felt in such a comfortable environment as his muscles turned thin, his head wrapped in a warm fog and his lungs pleasantly sunken. It felt the same sort of peaceful malaise when recovering from a sickness, warm and cozy in one's bed.\nIn turn Cynder became addicted to his strength, that wondrous power of auspicious herodom filling her head with thoughts of power, supremacy and a tantalising vigour that made her feel as sprightly as she would have been in her hatchling years. With each new session that Spyro let her have, she would take more and more of his magic to test their limits and feel her own expand even further.\nWhen they went on their flights to hunt and stretch their wings, she became more lively than him with stronger wings and sharper sight that could spot a falcon in a storm from 600 yards. The months went by as Cynder caught more than Spyro, always reaching their prey before him and a strange but instinctive lethargic mood would slowly but surely seep into him. In turn she felt her guilt slip away, smothered by her growing greed, her excitement, a lust for power that was not entirely her own.\n\t\"Hoo.\" He gasped flapping down after the day's hunt. \"You win again.\"\n\t\"Hmhmhm, twould appear so,\" she draped the dead falcon on her back, \"perhaps the weather is affecting you.\"\n\t\"I don't know if it should, but...I don't know just the past month I've been feeling really off.\"\n\t\"Hopefully not too off for your mistress to play,\" Cynder slipped past stroking her tail under his chin, \"not that you have to do very much.\"\n\t\"Hah, I think it does help,\" he blushed with a little swish of his hips, \"I always feel better after those, you like doing it too right?\"\n\t\"Of course I do, I wouldn't if I didn't! I'm so happy you're enjoying our private moments, they've really helped my confidence I must say.\"\n\t\"I'm glad to hear,\" Spyro nodded, \"shall we, my mistress?\"\n\t\"Yes, my little pet.\"\nIt was exactly what he wanted to hear. When she first started practicing her draining magic upon him, she could not believe how willing he was to be wilted so easily that she felt bad about taking advantage of him. But now that guilt was gone, replaced by a reciprocal need almost feeding off of Spyro's lust among other things. She roasted their meal, Spyro's flame a little weaker these days as he struggled to reach well-done much to his confusion whilst his lover broiled the bird easily to a crispy brown.\nAfter their lunch they headed down to the basement to her training circle, her smile widening as Spyro jaunted down with a trembling step and a weakened gait that made him slightly hobble much to her hidden amusement. Cynder brought him to the central dais as she decided that this would be the day. He wanted it too, she knew he wanted it, he just didn't quite know it yet but deep down in the vestige of his soul he knew he wanted it. Every time she pushed that little bit harder and sapped him a little further, she would see his want in his blissfully-trapped eyes.\n\t\"Are you ready my little pet?\" she turned towards him. \"Ready to give yourself over completely to me?\"\n\t\"Yes mistress,\" he bowed with a deep smile, \"I'm ready to be yours again.\"\n\t\"You've always been mine Spyro...my sweet little hero. Will you miss it?\"\nShe stepped closer to him and stared into his eyes more clouded than before.\n\t\"Will you miss being a saviour? A paragon of hope and strength to the dragons?\"\n\t\"Wha?\" Spyro blinked with his soul warning him. \"What do you mean, Cyn-\"\n\t\"Shhh...remember your place.\" Cynder put a claw on his lips. \"Answer your mistress clearly.\"\n\t\"O-oh...yes,\" he smiled reassured.\n\t\"So I ask again...will you miss being a saviour?\"\n\t\"No. I'll give everything to you, my mistress, everything I have, e-everything I was.\"\n\t\"Good.\" She kissed his lips with a sweet suckling. \"I won't miss you either.\"\nIn his eyes she saw a sweet tender love, mired by a mist that sapped the colour of his pupils from a bold violet to a pale fuchsia. But in Cynder's eyes there were shadows lurking, festering behind her pupils like scavengers in the cave waiting to feast. Her body shimmered with a force and the tendrils bound him, long dark tentacles pulling him to the floor and trapping his body, but he did not resist even an inch. They were gentle in turn, almost caressing the sweet golden-scaled belly that shone with determined hope some time ago. But now even that was soon fading like an old map lost to time.\nShe summoned her draining magic with a claw on his head, the core of his being somewhere inside as she felt that familiar surge come rushing much faster than ever before. Over the course of this subjugation, Cynder had learned that Spyro's body became more pliable with every session she drained him, as if his own heroic soul was slowly learning obedience. Compared to the first induction of her magic, Spyro gave up within a quarter of the time it normally took, the effects of her draining which he still believed to only be a dampening field now much more sudden, even visually.\nHis body would atrophy to a withering degree, his legs turning thin and his wings turning pale like old papyrus scrolls, his eyes fading like grains of sand stolen by the tide from the sandcastles of his youth. Even that memory was starting to fade for his mind became foggy once again, the spark of youth slipping down to the depths of a watery murk. Every moment Cynder pulled his magic from him, he felt the shores of his mind slip further away from his reach.\nIn turn Cynder became greater, stronger, more powerful in her presence as her muscles became taut and rich with lustrous scales, a sheen upon her back as her belly turned to ruby gleam beneath black obsidian. Were Spyro more coherent he would have noticed the disturbing similarity to Cynder's first form, that grand corrupted beast the size of an adult who stood so fearsome before him. Her body did not reach that height, but the spirit of that form was there, creeping above her back like a second layer of paint, her voice now thicker with a bass treble that made his heart shudder from its majesty.\n\t\"Good boy,\" she whispered, \"are you still there Spyro?\"\n\t\"Y-yes,\" he whimpered dropping his limbs against the shadows' embrace, \"I'm here for you always, my queen.\"\n\t\"Wonderful. So perfect you once were, as a hero...but all you needed was the right voice to guide to your end, hmhmhm.\"\n\t\"My...my end?\" his soul flickered with unease.\n\t\"This is what you wanted yes?\" she leaned in to his ear. \"To finally rest, to unburden yourself from the weight of destiny and simply...stop caring about the fates of all.\"\n\t\"N-no...w-wait, I...h-haaah...\"\nWhen he tried to resist in some vain instinct the shadows gripped tighter, before one of them would penetrate his ass and make him whimper with submissive glee as the deep tendril would twist and pump. His legs twitched with a feeble recognisance, gasping as he sighed in relief but still would restrain himself from getting hard until her consent.\n\t\"I can make it stop, Spyro,\" her voice burned through his ear, \"I can give you a life of eternal peace, just as you wanted...beneath me. No more shall you suffer the weight of the world, no more shall you be called on to carry the sky beneath your wings.\"\n\t\"G-guh...haaah...I-i...I'm s-so tired, mistress,\" he felt tears coming from his eyes.\n\t\"Then let me take you. All of it.\"\nShe kissed him once more and bit his tongue to draw blood on her lips. He did not flinch, opening his jaws wider to let her take his tongue for a moment, Cynder suckling stronger to taste the thicker drip of his red ichor down her throat, before pulling back with a trail of saliva between. She started nibbling at his neck, tender sweet nips that plucked at his scales with increasing strength before she wrapped her jaws under his to make him whimper with a hard bite that briefly pierced the skin, her rumbling snarl vibrating through his throat to make him cry with her voice, robbing him of his own as her fangs clenched around his larynx to make Spyro suffocate. She held the bite for a few seconds more before she released him, and smiled cruelly upon him.\n\t\"I can free you,\" she murmured with a grin, \"cleanse you of your duty, forever.\"\n\t\"For...forever?\" he tried to shake his head. \"How?\"\n\t\"By submitting to me. Completely. Promise your queen your absolute fealty in both body and soul.\"\n\t\"I-i already do!\"\n\t\"Your body, yes. But not yet your soul.\"\nThe shadowed tentacle within his rump plunged to its depths as he whimpered louder, almost squealing as his legs simply hung above the circle to be fucked and molested by the creeping tendril. He understood what she needed. His soul tried to speak out, the brave urge of the hero's spirit trying to fight what it now knew was a sinister plot. But what little resistance he had was not enough, with Cynder's stronger will now mostly composed of Spyro's, that great golden aura he once had, that magic creatures could see like the sun on the horizon, now resembled a candle flickering against the storm.\n\t\"I...I submit,\" the purple dragon gasped, \"I...I want to be yours, everything I have, belongs to you.\"\n\t\"Swear to me then,\" she gasped putting a claw on his head, \"bow to your queen.\"\n\t\"Yes, m-mistress please-aaaah! Please, m-make me your slave, take everything from me, my soul, my heart, everything!\"\n\t\"Yessss. Brave dear Spyro...your hero's end shall be this night.\"\nAs she said this Cynder shivered from her thighs, trembling with excitement at his subservience with a trickling down her loins and a lashing whip of her tail before she gripped his head in her claws.\n\t\"I shall sculpt your body to my personal wish...you understand, yes dear boy?\"\n\t\"I do,\" he sighed, \"my body's yours, anything you want with it.\"\n\t\"Even if I...alter you, to a more fitting slave?\"\n\t\"Yes, y-yes please!\"\nA dark chuckle rumbled from her throat as she stepped back to have the shadows turn him upwards, rolling him onto his back as he stared upwards to her, her shadow looming across his belly as the tentacle kept pumping his ass. Trapped in a state of bliss transfixing his thoughts and suffocating his frugal will, his genital slit was struggling to hold back the cock that stirred within, a twitching little nub that crept between the scaled folds and started to sprout with a tentative need. She couldn't help but smile at how frail he looked, somewhat paler and anaemic in the subtlest fashion.\n\t\"You may arouse yourself,\" she nodded to him, \"let me see it all.\"\n\t\"Haaah...th-thank you mistress.\"\nMoaning as he stopped resisting, Spyro spread his legs and unclenched his muscles to let his shaft fully free from his bronze-scaled slit. A fine length for his age, on the verge of adulthood and with so much to prove, so full of the rich potent seed of purple dragons that Cynder realised would be the last of his kind. Closer inspection below the slit would show two bulges under the flesh, the warm thick testes wherein which the hopes and dreams of Spyro's race lived within. Countless millions of seeds from which a future could be born anew. But it would never come again.\nWith a long lick of her lips Cynder made her fangs drip like a serpent about to strike, her soft saliva turning green and sickly with an acidic burn that glanced over her tongue and dripped onto her subject. One drop sizzled on his thigh and made him flinch with a shiver from the scalding heat, trying to eat at his flesh but failing to do so on its own. Bending her head down the mistress of the dark licked across his bulge, the thick quivering balls so full of his semen and the light of the future that she savoured the end of its reach.\nHer viperous fangs sunk into his testes as Spyro screamed with a frantic howl, his weakened scales offering little resistance with the pain so sudden in his crotch that he spurted a thick wad of pre onto himself, his cock pulsing with excitement from the weird stinging pleasure that grew inside his orbs. Barely he understood that Cynder was poisoning him, one of her dreaded talents as her cruel teeth injected deep into his balls, causing a molten reaction of thick bubbling ooze to drip out like liquid jade across his scales and over her jaws.\nSpyro whimpered with a fit of heaving gasps, his cock confused and starting to shoot faster from just any stimulation even if it was painful. A vile sizzling occurred from within his testes, the poison thickening to consume his seed and drown all his sperm into a polluted swamp. The tentacle fucking his ass helped him along by teasing his prostate, constantly inciting him to spurt and drool with thickening pre that started to turn a rancid green, little by little, until it turned to a toxic emerald.\n\t\"First I take your future,\" said Cynder with a smile, \"what use does a hero have for one after all?\"\n\t\"HA-AAAH, NNNNGH, O-O-OHHH MISTRESS, IT HURTS, H-HURTS!\"\n\t\"But you love it, don't you? This is what you wanted, to be torn free from your shackles of destiny.\"\n\t\"I-I DO, I DO, IT HUR-URTS SO GOOD [i]A-AAAAAAGH![/i]\"\nHis proud dragon orbs started to fizzle with popping flecks under his scales, crackling pops he visibly felt as his tail spasmed with writhing pains and a growing sob in his throat, his jaw clenching until it threatened to snap the muscle, his claws tightening, wings struggling beneath his back with tender little flaps. He started to fear his orgasm approaching, for now every time he shot his pre, it burned like magma and scorched his penile walls, shredding the muscle with rakish claws of liquid fury as his eyes rolled up in shuddering agony.\nAnd yet he couldn't stop, despite the anguish in his testes that began to crumple and deflate like rotting pears as his sperm died within, thousands upon millions of hopeful little stars in a world that would never be. Death was almost instant, that was their only mercy as Cynder walked over to grab her harness in the corner, returning to let the shadows strap herself in with the double-ended dildo stuffing itself in her cunt.\n\t\"Mmmmph...I'm very glad you agreed to let me make this mould, little hero.\"\nShe taunted him with a swish of the fake shaft above his head.\n\t\"Because this will be the only thing left of it.\"\nWalking back over to where his member kept spurting, the dark queen watched in morbid fascination at the slow evisceration of his masculinity. Spyro struggled to look down at himself until one of the shadows relaxed its grip on his neck, propping him up to let him watch in a despair-filled lust at his own destruction. His cock started to burn with splotches across its surface, like spoiled meat as a darkening strip filled out through his veins that withered and burst in fragments.\nSputtering tears down his cheeks, Spyro was helpless before the crumbling edifice that his penis became, lumps of flesh falling off onto his belly to curl and die like leaves in autumn, his balls now fully desiccated as the last trembling swimmers of his malehood burst free in a drastic explosion. His orgasm was a death knell as he cried, howling with torturous bliss as he pumped his rotted semen to a thick green goo that shattered his cock, bursting apart like wet paper as it split visibly in half.\nCynder clenched with a frantic glee, cackling at his fragile meat turning undone to melt and peel somewhat to the sides, a flowering bloom of deathly glory to a superior queen as she stepped over on top of him.\n\t\"What a pathetic thing you've become.\"\nHer shaft in the shape of his former cock taunted him in its shadow.\n\t\"To think I've taken everything from you, and you never even fought. How could I have ever lost to you, Spyro? But then I realised...I never lost. I was waiting for you to slowly surrender, by the most cruel of poisons I could ever make. Your love. That is what destroyed you.\"\n\t\"[i]M-m-my...h-hoh...C-cynder it...h-hurts it hurts m-my body it-[/i]\"\n\t\"But you love it Spyro. You love me.\"\nShe lowered her head towards his weakening shaft.\n\t\"And your love is...so...delicious.\"\nDragging her tongue across his poisoned length, Cynder smiled up towards her aching lover as she reduced the acidity of her tongue, gliding over his meat as her poisonous saliva kept just under the level of burning, making her slave writhe and twitch in contortions of newfound pleasure amidst the shuddering agony of his venomous castration. As his balls continued to shrink to withered husks, he kept shooting the last watery spurts of seed that Cynder lapped up hungrily, immune to her own poison within the dying sperm as she slurped and suckled over the cock.\nThe vile acid turned the flesh to a leathery state, the waxy skin now feeling like an apple about to expire as Cynder kept licking sultry along the length, eyes of a cruel passion glaring into Spyro's pained whimpering expression. She started to bite into his cock, soft tender nibbles that peeled off the skin of his member in tiny chunks as Spyro shivered and wept more in shock than actual pain, the agony now passing once his nerves had died off within his splitting lance.\nEvery little bite that Cynder made, he felt the pulling of his cock as she chewed on the muscle and tore off strips with a savoury glee, gasping at the hot meat that melted like butter in her mouth, eating away at what had been his masculine form. Soon it became so soft and withered that even the simplest licks would shred off pieces of cock, the last spittles of cum draining out of the holes like a sieve which in turn would erode even further the crumbling spire of Spyro's length.\n\t\"Mmmmhhhh...ohhh you serve your queen so well.\"\nShe took a big chunk out the base and devoured it eagerly.\n\t\"I've never tasted one of your kind before. Truly, you were a blessed little thing.\"\n\t\"Th-thank...thank you, m-my mistress.\" He sighed as the pain started to briefly ebb. \"Everything in my body is yours now.\"\n\t\"I know,\" Cynder licked her lips, \"you would give your life for my pleasure, like a good hero should.\"\nHer jaws opened wide as she sucked on his cock for the last time in his existence. With a twisting tear she wrenched the paltry shaft free from its moorings, the cockmeat stretching apart like taffy when she pulled back to snap it entirely off as Spyro watched her rear her head back, her throat bulging with the remnants of his penis as she swallowed deep. Only a stump now remained of his former self, a small hole from which dribbled a trickling stream of decaying semen.\n\t\"I am everything you could ever want.\"\nShe pulled back and spun herself round to place her true shaft upon his stump.\n\t\"And I shall be everything you once were.\"\n\t\"[i]A-AAAAAGH! AAAAAAAARGH![/i]\"\nHis scream rang through the castle as Cynder plunged into his slit, punching what was left of his cock back inside with a pulpy mess, thick meaty lumps falling off and around his scales as the remnants of his cock became a fleshy sponge that she ground and squished, her shaft like a mortar to the pestle as she ravaged her slave's new fresh pussy. The residue from his melting meat had a double effect in also turning the inside of his slit to a thick leathery sheen, glossing over the muscular walls and hardening them to make the use of his former malehood even more delightful.\nFucking with brutal slams into his cunt, Cynder chuckled with a rasping snarl as she puffed thicker flame from her nostrils in time to Spyro's own meagre embers, barely a wisp of smoke from that once great throat of the heroic flame that brightened the darkness. But now his mistress darkened the walls with her own scorching fire, black and purple lights looming across the ceiling as she pumped harder and harder within his ruined slit.\nSome of his cockflesh now sprayed across his belly, his trembling whimpers so torn between the loss of his masculinity, and the abject pleasure of his domination. Through the agony of his poisoning, the thrusting lance of Cynder grinding against his smoothened walls made him tremble with higher glee, spreading his legs like a whore without the need of the shadow tendrils to do so as he panted with fretful sounds of desperation.\nThe sullied meat of his former member smeared over his walls and sometimes pushed out of his slit, a mushy gruel that dribbled down his thighs with a choking sob from the former hero. The last attempts of his soul to fight back were now submitting in sorrow, knowing he had lost, but most of him didn't care, the voice in the back of his mind lamenting this betrayal being silenced by the overwhelming cries for more punishment, more desire to become her eternal pet. With each passing minute Spyro's aura had weakened even without Cynder's absorption, something that made her grin with fiendish smirk.\n\t\"S-such a good...mmmph,\" she gasped grinding in his cunt, \"you make quite a good female, such a talented flexible hero you once were.\"\n\t\"[i]Aaaah, a-aaagh! Don't...please don't s-stop, my queen, t-take me more, take me more, BREED ME![/i]\"\n\t\"Mmmmmm...do you know why I never let you breed me dear Spyro?\"\nShe bent down towards him almost touching his lips.\n\t\"Because you never deserved a future in the first place.\"\nWith a heart-rending shriek as he felt shock run through his brain, Spyro came once more in elation as he spurted the last remnant of watery soup that had once been his rare pure seed. The bulge where his testes had been was now fully gone to a smooth supple line as he spurted out the gristle and sinew from his cunt, that would soon be smeared across his walls and pulped by Cynder's shaft. Sloshing meat filled out like treacle around Cynder's shaft, the one true length he would now obey as she fucked harder, deeper and grinded thicker to make sure all trace of his masculine form was erased. The darkness shuddered inside her with victorious glee, the cock shifting in her pussy hitting her just right to make her cum in turn with a hot dribbling of juices down into her lover's slit.\n\t\"AAAAH! A-aaaah...yes...finally.\" Cynder groaned a deeper hue looking upon her slave. \"This is your purpose now...as it always should have been little Spyro.\"\n\t\"[i]Y-y-yes...thank you.[/i]\" He panted with burgeoning tears. \"[i]Th-thank you mistress...am I free, of my destiny?[/i]\"\n\t\"No.\" She bent down once more to kiss his head. \"There is one thing left...that I must do until your name is gone forever.\"\n\n\n===============\n\nFrom that day forwards she no longer needed to hide her intentions. Spyro was now fully obedient like a dog following in her steps, with his slit a permanent gape from where his shaft had been mostly destroyed, and the bulge of where his testes had been was now a smoother, more feminine shape without his testes. Every time he was laid on his back when his queen would fuck him, he would be reminded of his former glory,, mocking him for what could have been for his race’s future. Both of his holes now belonged to Cynder, and whilst he still enjoyed her using his ass, the former hero was more than happy with his new cunt to make him an example as her personal slave.\nWith his mind broken and his power never returned to him, the young former hero looked a sad imitation of his former self, his wings always drooping and his belly more deflated like a wet paper bag ready to burst any moment. His horns had turned pale like a relic from the ruins, his eyes almost white with the faintest trace of amethyst from his pupils. He wandered behind her like a lost soul with a plastic smile on his face, a snivelling little foal compared to the majestic stallion he walked beside.\nCynder by comparison was a luscious dark beast of sable silk scales and scarlet belly, her eyes twinkling like diamonds of pure cut with a body now taller and sturdier than her beloved. Her muscles shone with creaking leather twitch, her claws punched through the stone without even trying and her tail's savage blade would neatly cut the air so sharp that the lanterns shrivelled in fear at her strength. All the torches were now a thick crimson violet, wrapped in flames of deep indigo that would mock the purple dragon.\nDown in the cellar once again, Cynder bound her new slave within the chains of darkness, the purple dragon no longer resisting, like a doll in her grasp as his head lolled with a smile and her strap-on before him. Laying upon his back as the shadows groped along his frail limbs, he stared down upon his slit as his mistress plunged into. The walls had sealed over nicely, partly from her magic venom and partly from the constant grinding and shifting of her hips.\n\t\"Haaah, a-aaah,\" Cynder gasped on top of her slave, \"your cunt still feels perfect to breed.\"\n\t\"AAH, NNNGH, th-thank you mistress!\" he gasped with tears of joy. \"I-i'm so happy, to serve you still!\"\n\t\"Mmmmm you will my dear hero...you always will.\"\nShe slammed to the hilt to make him shriek with a soft twitch in what was left of his testes.\n\t\"Remember when I first turned you into my breeding whore, little hero? How I told you there was one thing left before your name was gone forever?\"\n\t\"M-mmmyes,\" he nodded with a shiver, \"yes, yes, please, t-take my name, take my body, m-my-\"\n\t\"Your soul?\" Her eyes grew like a panther stalking its prey. \"That can be arranged, my sweet purple drake.\"\nShe pressed a claw to his head with a little tap, a fraction of her power feeling like a dagger in his skull.\n\t\"There is still the last of who you are within this pretty little head. All I have to do, is take it out, and then you will be gone. You will no longer be Spyro, your world will not remember you...your destiny erased.\"\n\t\"I...I want to be free, my mistress.\" He grinned sweetly. \"Make me...nothing but your pet, that...I want that to be my destiny, my queen.\"\n\t\"Good.\" She kissed his lips. \"I'm proud of you, my dear slave. You finally found your true purpose, haven't you?\"\n\t\"Absolutely,\" he gasped with relief, \"I want to be your slave, nothing else, please, take it all away!\"\n\t\"Very good. Now, hold still.\"\nHer shadows bound him tighter, wrapping round his throat and tightening on his horns that started to creak with the smallest bend like they were made of rubber. Once she had his head secured, she licked at her claws to drench them in a thick film of poisonous green, sizzling across her magic claws before she pressed one to Spyro's head firmly. His eyes widened and his body tensed with a growing fear instinctive in some reach of his mind, that inherent reptilian nature to flee being smothered by his obedience.\nHe felt the burning before he heard it, a warm uncomfortable sensation that in normal times with his magic defence would be more irritating than painful. But now in his weakened state it was like a drill slowly twisting into his temple, scorching acid that melted the bone with drips of agony. The first layer of his purple scales went easily, peeling off like old wallpaper as she pressed her claw deeper into the growing spot. Soon it became a dent, and the bone would weaken on the second layer with a little crack of decay.\nThe pain in his skull would intensify from a small headache to a bleary migraine, the claw of his one true mistress pushing harder with an immense pressure on the strongest part of his forehead, allowing Cynder to go further as he stuttered with trembling sobs of excited pain. Scratching her poisoned tip, she dug a second claw into the widening groove that would soon become a hole, carefully controlling her venom to make sure it wouldn't drip inside and do any untowards damage to the hero's brain. At least, no damage she didn't want to happen yet.\n\t\"How does it feel?\" she whispered twisting her digit in. \"To feel your mistress, your queen, take the very last part of your essence, your soul, and render you to a helpless little lizard for the rest of your life?\"\n\t\"H-h-hurts,\" he whimpered, \"i-it hurts so much, a-aaah...b-but...I love it my queen. I need to be yours.\"\n\t\"Mmmm...such a sweet little thing. You served me well.\"\nWith a crunching thrust of her claws she penetrated his skull, the bone snapping with a sharp sound that vibrated through his head with a bodily anguish as he clenched his eyes and swallowed his screams. The weakening of his forehead brought in a cold air drifting across his brain, an odd alien sensation that made him even more uncomfortable and, were he still able to, would have made him spurt from the confused pain-arousal.\nThe bone became pliable with the poison, turning soft and rubbery to start coming out in small chunks as she dragged a line of poison higher up along his scalp and slipping to one side of his fire-shaped crest. The higher parts of the skull were thinner and wore down in half the time, giving Cynder enough leverage to crack open his head carefully like a coconut. Spyro screamed harder with a shuddering wince as the shadows gripping his horns pulled his skull apart with a feeble screech trembling from his throat.\n\t\"Yessssss,\" Cynder grinned, \"beautiful...let me see that essence.\"\nOf course she did not completely take his head apart, for then the fun would be over. She only forced it open a little, just enough to see the grey matter within as it started to trickle out of forehead and drip down his snout. His eyes blinked frantically to clear the juice from them, the queen pushing her claws inside to stroke along the top of his brain.\n\t\"What a wonderful mind you possess dear hero,\" she chuckled, \"full of hope, strength, wonder and dreams of a simpler age. Memories we've shared, and those of your childhood too. Such a weight they put upon you...but you won't need those in my servitude.\"\nParalysed by the tendrils keeping him in place, Spyro quivered with a little grin that creased along his features as Cynder started to cut into his brain. Through her magical weavings she brought out strands of poison that flowed across the inner scalp, coils of emerald string that sought out the hopes and dreams of Spyro. She was not a surgeon, nor a medic in any sense, but her magic followed her will and knew exactly what she wished by the innate understanding of all dragons and their mystic properties.\nThe first thing that she took was his memory, the long-term aspirations he had as a young hatchling and the days of sweet autumn in his homeland. He once had a brother, a family who were different from him but loved him all the same. He wasn't thinking about them now of course, but when he felt his memory being softly eaten away by the poison, something made him struggle to remember his brother's name. He was golden, a long body, and had wings, four of them even. But then his face started to fade. His voice. The last words that he had said to Spyro were being taken away by his mistress.\nUnder Cynder's command, the venom made certain to only destroy that part of the brain she wanted and nothing else. With a scalpel's precision it devoured his memory, as he lost the names of each and every friend and master that came over the journey. His master became a blur of orange, his companion a trail of yellow fur. Even his greatest enemy, the dreaded monster that hungered to destroy the world, was a shadow drifting to the depths of his own history. Only one name would remain in his mind.\n\t\"Look at me,\" she whispered as he flickered up, \"what do you call me, little slave?\"\n\t\"My...m-my queen,\" he sighed with a blissful grin.\n\t\"What is my name?\"\n\t\"It...Cynder. My mistress, my queen, Cynder.\"\n\t\"Good boy.\"\nShe stopped scouring his memory clean, wiping most but not all of it so only the short-term was kept. All his world belonged to her, and the darkness in her eyes grew to almost completely eclipse her teal pupils. Her power grew thicker, her aura filling the room with supremacy over the hero who so easily threw himself to the pit of extinction. Her strands of venom continued to search and eat at his brain, melting and scrubbing parts of his brain that would soon rob him of his identity.\nThe parts that hoped, the parts that dreamed, the parts that would search in his heart or look forwards to the future, or have any sense of himself as an individual, would degrade, and cower, and crumple like a paper tiger. With every crackling sound of frying meat in his brain, the light in Spyro's eyes would fade and trickle out of existence, turning more vapid with every passing second as Cynder kept grinding her true shaft inside her pussy and within his own.\nSpyro's trembling gasps turned weaker with an odd serenity, the strength of his violet pupils that had once darted around the room, now slowed to a fading crawl of listless clouds, like the last days of summer. But the treasure she wanted lied in the deepest cortex of Spyro's brain, something that very few had ever encountered or studied in great detail. In every dragon's mind was a hardened lump of crystal that grew naturally within the brain, a perfect gem long-sculpted by the intrinsic growth of magic within dragondom. Spyro's gem was a lustrous amethyst that shone like the sun even when he was so drained of most of his magic. It was the very essence of all magic in a dragon, the organ that allowed dragons to manipulate different spells with ease.\n\t\"Such...oh my.\" Cynder gasped at its radiance. \"What a marvellous treasure you possess. Perfect for your queen.\"\n\t\"Y-yes,\" Spyro whispered, \"I'm yours mistress. Yours forever.\"\n\t\"Hmhmhm...you will be. You always were to be mine.\"\nThe poison wove itself into the gemstone and started to eat at its walls, fibrous tendrils gnawing with increased potency as they rotted away the crystal that shone in a deep distress. One could argue that it was the core of Spyro's being, the soul of the hero, the last vestige of hope that the future had as it struggled against the darkness. It was a futile effort, but one that Cynder admired as the shard of magic resisted her poison with a desperate surge of light. But it was all for nought soon enough.\nThe dark dragoness with both her magic and Spyro's combined, would overpower the hero's soul with ease as it slowly began to wither like a damp wick. A spark and a scream that she heard from his spirit made her shiver in a deep climax, one with elation through the vespers of her blackened heart as she felt the hero's death inside of her slave. The gemstone cracked, falling apart like grains of sand to scatter across the dragon's synapses before each and every fragment would turn to a mythril dust, soft purple mist drifting out of his skull as his eyes became completely blank.\nWith the vague sensation that all was lost, Spyro came for his mistress in celebration for his mental death, a sputtering groan as Cynder came in turn with a gasping cry and a furious roar of thickening flame that crowned above his head, violent indigo scorching across the ceiling as the queen of evil smiled upon her most obedient pet.\n\t\"Mmmmmph...now you're mine, as you always should be.\"\nHer body surged with the last of his magic flowing into her.\n\t\"You will [b]obey me. Not because you want. But because you NEED to.\"[/b]\n\t\"Yes...YES!\" stuttered the purple dragon. \"I'm...I'm your slave.\"\n\t[b]\"Always will be...what is your name?\"[/b]\n\t\"S-...slave.\" His eyes drooped with a stulted look. \"Slave.\"\n\t[b]\"Yessss. My perfect slave.\"[/b]\nShe kissed the wound in his skull as she placed her claws upon the crack.\n\t[b]\"Your world has ended. With me. And you. I told you, didn't I?\"[/b]\nHer laugh trickled out with a deeper tone rich with the powers of darkness, her body now blacker than night itself and a wrothful flame trickling from her eyes at the peak of her eternal strength. With her magic she bound his head back together with a crack, setting the bone and sealing his cranium with a hard deep burning line of black that traced across the dome of his scalp before she pulled her cock out of his pussy.\nSpyro began his new life, freed from the weight of herodom to doom his world for the abject height of depraved bliss, all for his mistress who pushed her thick sculpted shaft into his throat and promptly fucked his gullet, the saviour tasting his own seed and the shape of his own former cock which now looked to him as distant as anything was. A cold emptiness filled his body, as the fires of hope would simply ebb and fade from existence. Darkness would soon sweep the realms again and so, the name of Spyro would soon be erased, with Cynder as Queen, for all of his pathetic afterlife.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the land of dragons, there was a story that had only recently been inscribed into the annals of history.  A tale woven of folklore and courage, of overcoming darkness and the strengthening of good against evil.  This felt like almost a memory, even to those who had taken part in it.  Centre stage of this young legend, were two dragons just embarking into adulthood, twirling through the sky above the old forgotten mountains that laid beyond the sky-barrier, a cold forbidden place that to most creatures was unreachable.  Except for the two who now flew above its peaks.
One was an inspiring beast of bronze horns and golden front, leathery wings sprouting from his purple-scaled back that matched the violet of his eyes.  A crest of horns resembling flames stretched between his two larger ones to flow down the back of his neck.  The other was a deep indigo with teal pupils and wings of neon-pink like the underside of her belly.  With steel braces on her tail and feet, six horns stretching from her head and cheeks, and a sickle-shaped end to her tail and wingtips, she looked more fearsome than her partner despite the softening of her eyes.
\t"Something wrong?" he asked spinning past.
\t"Just a little cold," she flapped her wings.
\t"You want to head back?"
\t"Yes, I think we should."
They flapped over towards an ancient castle, hidden in the cresting peaks and built by some unknown tribe, with its towering parapets covered in frozen rime over its dark cobbled stones.  The frost-drenched courtyard belied a much warmer interior as they stepped inside the fortress, torches flickering with magic fire of luscious amber down one side and dark blackish-purple on the other that they both walked beneath.
\t"You alright?" the male asked her.
\t"Yes, thank you Spyro," she grinned nodding.
\t"If you're nervous about tonight we could-"
\t"No no, no...I want to."  Her tail slinked around his as they walked.  "It's just so strange to be so apart from the world."
\t"Well, it's more for their sake," he gestured back outside, "until things settle down, life gets back to normal, I just worry that me being around might...I don't know Cynder, sorry."
\t"I understand," she rubbed her side against his, "I wanted to be here with you for, well, the same reason."
She smiled with a matron's grin, always seeming older than she actually was as Spyro grinned in return, sliding his wing over her back as Cynder ended up nuzzling his chest.  Through ancient halls of stone where crackling fireplaces loomed, burning forever with magic flame, they found old tables, chairs, volumes of books in cozy nooks and bedrooms.  It was a place fit for a regent, or a hero in solitude with his closest partner.  There were no mirrors in this place, no need for them.  Mirrors were too powerful, and frightened Cynder with whispers on the edge of her vision.
In the back of her mind Cynder always heard it, that creeping voice of the sinister past, the remnants of a chain that while not tethered remained dragging behind like a prisoner escaped.  In her dreams it would rattle with the deathly gasp of her former master, and in her waking it would clutch coldly to her throat.  Spyro had helped her more than anyone to dispel the nightmares, his smile, his kindness and heroic warmth helping to soothe her wounded soul.  But that was only for one part of the darkness, the one that wasn't her own.
Her own darkness however, was another issue entirely.  Entering the depths of their new home, Cynder took Spyro to the old cellar where a large ritual circle had been inscribed into the floor, symbols of darkness weaving through each other as Cynder's personal training room for her skills in the black.  The scars of her corruption still festered within, but through rigorous dedication she had learned to harness it with restraint and precision.  Tonight however would test this to the limit.
\t"So, what did you want to do?" asked Spyro stepping in front.
\t"Well," Cynder rubbed her leg, "I was hoping I could be dominant tonight."
\t"Oooh, alright!" her lover swished his tail eagerly.  "Haven't had that in a while, I was starting to miss that feeling."
\t"Hmhmhm, you do make the most wonderful sounds," her grin widened with a glint in her eye, "so different from when you mount me."
\t"Well it...feels different, when you mount me," said Spyro with a blush as he rubbed his neck, "just making sure, you still don't want me to breed you?"
\t"Exactly," she nodded, "I hope you understand, I don't feel ready to be a mother yet so if it is alright with you I will keep my infertility binding spell."
\t"Oh no I understand," he nodded, "when you're ready you tell me, I don't mind waiting until you are."
\t"Thank you...speaking of magic."  She walked up close and slipped past his body.  "I've been experimenting with something new."
\t"Ooooh?" he looked back to her.
\t"I've discovered a way to...dominate better, you might say, through a magic dampening effect.  I was hoping to try it on you and see how fun it would be."
\t"Magic dampening?" he squinted, turning to her.  "So, you would be suppressing my magic?"
\t"Yes."  She nodded carefully, rubbing her head on his rump.  "I just want to see if dominating you is more fun if you were more...oh, I don't know how to say this, it feels terrible-"
\t"Powerless?"  Spyro grinned as she looked up with a little blush.  "Is it safe?"
\t"Absolutely, I would never suggest if it wasn't."
\t"Well I...I do like when you get to dom, it feels really fun just letting you take me, and I do it because well, I trust you!"
\t"I appreciate that," Cynder smiled warmly, "you've been so good to me Spyro, I know you put a lot of trust in me after everythin-"
\t"Hey, hey."  He rubbed his tail under her chin.  "I do trust you, I wouldn't let anyone else do this but you."
\t"Thank you Spyro.  Shall we begin?"
\t"Yes...my mistress."
She giggled at being addressed such, her smile changing slowly to a wicked grin that he had seen before but now knew was harmless.  But on this night there was an extra twinkle in Cynder's eye, a dark intelligence as she raised one of her paws up to summon a dark incantation.  The circle beneath Spyro flashed, and he felt the binding tethers of her magic wreathed in shadow, black nebulous tentacles that burst from underneath via a portal of darkness, and turned stiff as iron round his limbs before locking him in place.
\t"Such a good little drake you are," said she with sultry eyes, "for such a brave thing you are awfully loyal."
\t"I-i...I live to serve you," said Spyro putting on a fawning face, "how should I please you mistress?"
\t"Hmhmhm, putting my needs before yours?  Such a sweet hero."
Her smile widened as one of the darkened coils forced his head down to the floor, making Spyro bow to her feet as he gasped with a shudder and licked across her claws.  A small worship to ease him in as he panted with tender tongue, the purple dragon kissed over her long scaled toes before she lifted her front foot to let him suck on her claws, flicking his tongue over the length and whimpering from the taste of filmy dirt and the cold crystalline ice.
\t"Good boy," she whispered, "such a good pet for your queen...but remember, if you make yourself indecent, I shall have to punish you."
\t"N-no," he mumbled sucking her toes, "I, I' won't mistress, I'll be good for you tonight."
\t"I know you will."
Spyro shuddered feeling the tentacle wrap round his throat, the creeping of her shadows from the circle tightening as he groaned with a deepthroating of her thick toeclaw.  Pumping his throat on it like he were sucking a cock, the young hero closed his eyes and savoured her taste down to the sole, slurping his tongue around the scaled digit before moving to the next one, and the next.  Once she was satisfied she offered the other front foot, Spyro's moans rumbling through her paw as she quivered with excitement, twitching in her loins with anticipation before Cynder pulled back.
\t"Are you ready little hero?" she asked with a curling sneer.  "Have you ever wondered, what it would be like to be a powerless little hatchling?"
\t"M-mmmph, I-i don't know," he gasped with mock fear, "I've never...felt more powerless than this, mistress."
\t"Not yet.  You've offered me your body, your servitude, but have you never wondered if you could give me...so much more, little slave?  Perhaps your power, your very strength until you are so brittle that I could snap you like a twig at my behest?"
\t"Haaaah!" the shadows clenched on Spyro's torso as he arched his back.  "I-i-i can't, a-aaah, I...I would give you everything m-my mistress!"
\t"Good."  She leaned down closer.  "Shall I offer you the gift of my pleasure?"
\t"Yes," he whimpered almost kissing her, "please, m-make me...let me give you more, mistress."
With a flicker in her eye she tightened the grip of her shadows upon him, forcing his rear high to expose his sweet honey rump with twitching pucker, a small but eager grin that Spyro tried to hide but failed gleefully.  She began to cast her spell upon him, planting a claw on his head as he heard the sound of a bell ringing through his mind.  A lone terrifying noise from which everytime it rang, he felt a spasm through his body, a fog growing in his brain.  His eyes shone with excitement towards his mistress, gleaming with trust and anticipation before a soft dimming came from his pupils.
It was the strangest feeling, something he had felt once or twice from his most dreaded enemies, causing his spirit to naturally react with the aura of his body trying to repel the invading force, which was a struggle in turn for Cynder to force her spell without going overboard.  His magic started to wither, a soft lethargic feeling in the back of his throat that crept to his heart, like the onset of a fever rankling in the pits of his body.  What Cynder had not told him was that this was not merely a magic dampening spell.  In truth it was a magical draining spell, a harmless little bend of the truth to help ease herself into her own plans.
Over the months that they had dated, Spyro had been encouraging her to be more confident with her magic, and one such way was through their intimate moments, even offering to let her dominate.  She loved it.  She wanted more, and slowly but surely she wanted to dominate him further.  She did not know whether it was her own darkness or the previous "owner" of her soul's emanations that wanted it.  But something about trapping this young bold hero in her clutches excited her much greater than anything in life had done.
\t"How does it feel, my little hero?" she asked with a taunting chuckle.  "Does it not feel wonderful, to feel so normal, so helpless...to give everything to me?"
\t"H-h-haaaah," he gasped with flickering lids, "yes, hohhh m-mistress it feels...so strange but I...a-aaah."
\t"You want it too, yes?  You just want to give it all away, to abandon your spirit to me, to stop thinking."
\t"Mmmmph!  NNNNGH!"
It was agony for him not to turn hard with his flowering slit, mentally constraining himself to the whim of his mistress despite the pulsing arousal in his nethers.  The weakening of his magic in the safe confines of Cynder's room was incredible, like floating across the ocean with a weightlessness that soothed him.  A part of him always wondered how non-magic creatures felt, how soft and mundane their essences felt as his legs became weak, his horns felt heavier with every minute, and his breath started to turn funny.
After a few minutes he tried to puff his flame and saw it visibly weaken, dying off to a tepid ember that gave him a moment of genuine fear that transcribed into a sudden spurt from between his legs, dribbling a thick pre into the circle that made the writhing shadows squirm from his pleasure.  As he felt his magic fading from his body, Cynder felt stronger with a surge of vitality welling in her being.  One of the most forbidden arts was to steal a dragon's magic, an almost sacrilegious act that in dragon society would never be spoken of in public.  But to a young Spyro who hadn't spent long enough amongst his peers, this was simply a fun experiment.  Cynder knew better, and the fact that her lover and friend was so innocent to this taboo, made it all the more delicious to savour.
Every second that passed made her mind sharper, her muscles thicken, and her eyes turn stronger with a piercing stare that loomed above her temporary servant.  Her claws dug deeper into the stone with little cracks building as she gasped with a shuddering bliss, her heart pumping faster and a dribbling down her thighs from the surging force of Spyro's energy filling her.  It was such an alien feeling, but it was the best thing she ever felt.  The darkness smiled inside her, and whilst there was a guilt traipsing around in her mind, she looked upon Spyro's face.  He was happy.  Why should she feel so bad about his joy, when he asked for this so willingly?
\t"How do you feel?" Cynder asked with growing grin.  "Does it not feel wonderful to be so helpless, to not think about your duty?"
\t"Yes," he gasped with panting breath, "it feels so...weird but I feel great!"
\t"Hahaha, really?!"
\t"Yeah it's like, I can just stop thinking about what to do next and let you...just let you take over, my mistress.  Please, take my body, I need it so badly, I need you inside me!"
\t"Mmmmmph...how can I say no to such a good little drake?"
She stopped draining him, not wanting to push her luck as Spyro sighed with a little personal relief to feel half of his magic still present inside him.  There was a mutual gratitude between them, Cynder bowing to him before she walked off to the corner of the cellar where a small rack of tools for various purposes stood, one of which was a harness where the front and back two thick sculpted shapes resembled a dragon's erect shaft.
Moving back towards her pet, the shadows from the circle turned to hands that hooked her strap-on harness to between her legs.  One of the shafts slipped inside her, the dark dragon moaning with a clench in her pussy walls as she bound the clasps around her legs and tail.  The sight of his lover standing before him with a swollen fake cock was delightfully lewd, but moreso because it was moulded from the shape of his own.  He noticed she was bigger by a few feet, her chest larger and her legs more defined with a thick tone of muscle.
\t"Look upon your queen," she ordered pressing the length to his lips, "feel her strength, her majesty, taking your body and your strength upon hers."
\t"Yes," he whispered kissing her cock, "please, mistress, breed me, mount me!"
\t"Mmmm, are you hard little one?"
\t"N-no, no I-i'm being good for you mistress, honest!"
Cynder bent down to where his slit was leaking, the dragon struggling to not be hard by his heroic will as the smallest flex of his scales showed a pink little nub struggling to push free.  But Spyro was strong and despite some of his essence having been taken, his resistance was plenty against his own arousal.
\t"Very good!" she cooed smooching his head.  "You learned that only I give you permission when to get hard."
\t"Yes, I remembered mistress," he smiled trembling in his thighs, "th-thank you!"
\t"And now, your reward for your obedience."
She sauntered around behind him, her false shaft bouncing between her legs as Cynder watched her shadows grip him tightly.  His tail however lifted up entirely of his own will, showing the soft golden rump with a puffing eager hole as she licked her lips.  Cynder mounted him with ease, slipping her front paws onto his back and thrusting closer to rub the cocktip on his rosy bud.  Spyro yelped a soft whimper of delight, before the long falsetto moan when he felt his lover plunge deep inside of him.
\t"A-AAAAH!  HOHH, C-CYNDER!"
\t"MMMPH, y-you call me MISTRESS!" she snapped with a gasping breath.  "Ohhh you have such a tight body.  And now much weaker I feel."
Indeed she felt less resistance in his muscles than usual.  Despite his willingness, there was a growing weakness in Spyro's form she felt by the intrinsic nature of mystic beasts, an aura that had faded in place of her much stronger form with a more focused mind, her shadows far thicker in their crepuscular writhe that made Spyro feel like a paper doll.  Cynder pushed all the way inside to the hilt, the shaft in her pussy stuffing to the hilt in turn as they both gasped together in growing bliss, grinding and flexing her cunt to make the shaft in Spyro's ass twist and grind in turn.
The hero beneath her quivered like a mare in heat, legs trembling in her darkened grip as the shadow magic kept him still for his breeding.  His loving mistress nipped the back of his neck and nibbled along his wings to make him shiver with delight, moaning as he pushed back against her as best he could in his restraints.  Cynder grinded harder into his depths, the rippling shape of his own cock's mould inside him making Spyro twitch and spasm through his tail.
The dark mistress panted faster, bucking against her double-sided dildo with deep savage thrusts as she felt her strength increase twofold, surprising her lover in turn when he gasped from the plunging force that pushed him against her bindings.
\t"You have my permission to be hard, little Spyro."
\t"MMMPH, th-thank you, AAAH!"
\t"Don't hold back...I certainly won't."
With her permission he finally let his cock be free, the dragon's length filling out from his slit to fully sprout with a bulging throb and a fresh squirt of more pre onto the circle from which Cynder felt his arousal, the almost-symbiotic nature of her dark magic giving her that little shudder of bliss when his male milk dribbled upon their dark slenderous tendrils.
Cynder's strength pushed him down further, her front paws stomping on his back to force him down against the floor where the shadow magic bound him tighter, arching his ass even higher as she slammed straight into the depths, grinding into the bottom part of his anal tunnel to make his shaft quiver and spurt even harder to form a dribbling puddle between his paws.  Cynder cackled at his blissful moans, pulling his neck with biting pulls as he gasped even sweeter with a rising pitch.
Pounding with her strengthened thighs the dragoness whipped her tail behind her like cracks of lightning, the shining blade-tip catching the light from above as she panted faster and bit him tighter, groaning in a full mating form and punching his ass harder until their hips met with a thick clap.  Spyro came first, pent-up as he was with a bleating cry as he sprayed his seed across the circle, the splattering white trailing across the shadows as Cynder screamed in her own climax incensed by his.
\t"A-AAAH, AAAAH, YEEES!"
\t"YES, BOW TO ME LITTLE PET, BOW TO ME!"
\t"AAAAH, I-I'M YOURS, MISTRESS, F-FOREVER I'M YOURS A-AAAAIIIIH!"
His master dripped profusely down her thighs, drooling her thick juices with a sputtering gasp as she strangled the dildo in her puss, suckling hotly against the strap-on wedged to her cuntlips as she grinded harder upon her bitch's rear.  Panting above his head, she licked across the back of his neck with a purr as he slipped his tail round her waist.
\t"Thank you," she whispered, "how was that?"
\t"Hoh...th-that was amazing," he gasped, "somehow a lot...better than I thought it would be, that spell's really good!"
\t"Hmhmhmhm!  Alright, let me just pull out."
Doing so she freed her fake cock from his ass, a hefty plop from his suckling pucker and a gasp from her lover making her grin before Cynder released her grip.  The shadow magic returned to the circle beneath, tendrils fading to the depths before she hugged him tenderly, reversing the other spell in her mind to bring back Spyro's magic between them.  The same process was slow the other way as he felt his strength return, like a tonic of youth had filled his belly and revitalised him with the same force a flower felt on a perfect summer day.
Cynder wilted with a slight atrophy, her muscles less defined and her height shortening a bit with her aura fading back to mostly its regular state.  But as the hero was restored with glorious sheen in his pupils, he could never have noticed the smallest fragment of his power that Cynder did not return to him, a flicker of darkness in her eyes that smiled from her little thievery.  His horns glinted from a peerless light as he turned towards his lover with a grin and nuzzled her face, licking and smooching her smirking lips.
\t"That was really fun," he said, "how'd it feel?"
\t"Much better than before," she grinned rolling her eyes, "thank you for indulging me Spyro, I was quite nervous bu-"
\t"It was great, your magic's been getting really good!"
\t"Hahaha, thank you," she kissed him with a sweet suckling of his tongue, "would you be up for doing this again?"
\t"I'd love to," he gasped licking the bridge of her snout, "you're really fun as a mistress, I'm not sure why but it's really exciting."
\t"I didn't think I would be, but you make such a good pet.  Perhaps better a pet than I a mistress."
\t"Y-you don't mean that," Spyro blushed with a swish of his tail.
\t"No no, I'm serious!" she bopped his snout.  "You've always been very sweet...but I'm rather tired, shall we go rest?"
\t"Sounds good, race you to the bed!"
\t"Wha-HEY!"
Galloping up the stairs to their bedroom, Spyro ran ahead of Cynder who was already mentally-fatigued to some extent from her advanced arcane skill.  Not that she minded, her experiment had been a success and her partner's willingness was just a bonus to make things easier.  Unbeknownst to Spyro, there lied a tremor of darkness in the back of her mind and trickling through her eye with a growing grin.  Was it her old master's influence?  Or was it her own darkening urges overpowering the guilt she had felt since her freedom?
But then she thought back to Spyro's bliss, his cries of elation, his timorous joy and his desire to submit.  Over the course of their relationship, he had always shown himself eager to be underneath her, eager to please and eager to serve as a training dummy for her magic through these intimate moments.  Was it truly wrong to go this length, she pondered, to go even further and to completely take this bold hero under her control, if he was already so willing?  She had known him long enough to know if he didn't want it.  Cynder smiled with her winning argument, and so prepared to sculpt his mind and body for the next few months into a perfect pet.


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Over the next few months Cynder practiced her dark arts, sometimes with Spyro in tow as she experimented with draining his essence, bit by bit as he became more willing and trusting for both controlling him and also controlling herself.  It was a strangely pleasant affair, Spyro savouring the weakness of his form as something he had never felt in such a comfortable environment as his muscles turned thin, his head wrapped in a warm fog and his lungs pleasantly sunken.  It felt the same sort of peaceful malaise when recovering from a sickness, warm and cozy in one's bed.
In turn Cynder became addicted to his strength, that wondrous power of auspicious herodom filling her head with thoughts of power, supremacy and a tantalising vigour that made her feel as sprightly as she would have been in her hatchling years.  With each new session that Spyro let her have, she would take more and more of his magic to test their limits and feel her own expand even further.
When they went on their flights to hunt and stretch their wings, she became more lively than him with stronger wings and sharper sight that could spot a falcon in a storm from 600 yards.  The months went by as Cynder caught more than Spyro, always reaching their prey before him and a strange but instinctive lethargic mood would slowly but surely seep into him.  In turn she felt her guilt slip away, smothered by her growing greed, her excitement, a lust for power that was not entirely her own.
\t"Hoo."  He gasped flapping down after the day's hunt.  "You win again."
\t"Hmhmhm, twould appear so," she draped the dead falcon on her back, "perhaps the weather is affecting you."
\t"I don't know if it should, but...I don't know just the past month I've been feeling really off."
\t"Hopefully not too off for your mistress to play," Cynder slipped past stroking her tail under his chin, "not that you have to do very much."
\t"Hah, I think it does help," he blushed with a little swish of his hips, "I always feel better after those, you like doing it too right?"
\t"Of course I do, I wouldn't if I didn't!  I'm so happy you're enjoying our private moments, they've really helped my confidence I must say."
\t"I'm glad to hear," Spyro nodded, "shall we, my mistress?"
\t"Yes, my little pet."
It was exactly what he wanted to hear.  When she first started practicing her draining magic upon him, she could not believe how willing he was to be wilted so easily that she felt bad about taking advantage of him.  But now that guilt was gone, replaced by a reciprocal need almost feeding off of Spyro's lust among other things.  She roasted their meal, Spyro's flame a little weaker these days as he struggled to reach well-done much to his confusion whilst his lover broiled the bird easily to a crispy brown.
After their lunch they headed down to the basement to her training circle, her smile widening as Spyro jaunted down with a trembling step and a weakened gait that made him slightly hobble much to her hidden amusement.  Cynder brought him to the central dais as she decided that this would be the day.  He wanted it too, she knew he wanted it, he just didn't quite know it yet but deep down in the vestige of his soul he knew he wanted it.  Every time she pushed that little bit harder and sapped him a little further, she would see his want in his blissfully-trapped eyes.
\t"Are you ready my little pet?" she turned towards him.  "Ready to give yourself over completely to me?"
\t"Yes mistress," he bowed with a deep smile, "I'm ready to be yours again."
\t"You've always been mine Spyro...my sweet little hero.  Will you miss it?"
She stepped closer to him and stared into his eyes more clouded than before.
\t"Will you miss being a saviour?  A paragon of hope and strength to the dragons?"
\t"Wha?"  Spyro blinked with his soul warning him.  "What do you mean, Cyn-"
\t"Shhh...remember your place."  Cynder put a claw on his lips.  "Answer your mistress clearly."
\t"O-oh...yes," he smiled reassured.
\t"So I ask again...will you miss being a saviour?"
\t"No.  I'll give everything to you, my mistress, everything I have, e-everything I was."
\t"Good."  She kissed his lips with a sweet suckling.  "I won't miss you either."
In his eyes she saw a sweet tender love, mired by a mist that sapped the colour of his pupils from a bold violet to a pale fuchsia.  But in Cynder's eyes there were shadows lurking, festering behind her pupils like scavengers in the cave waiting to feast.  Her body shimmered with a force and the tendrils bound him, long dark tentacles pulling him to the floor and trapping his body, but he did not resist even an inch.  They were gentle in turn, almost caressing the sweet golden-scaled belly that shone with determined hope some time ago.  But now even that was soon fading like an old map lost to time.
She summoned her draining magic with a claw on his head, the core of his being somewhere inside as she felt that familiar surge come rushing much faster than ever before.  Over the course of this subjugation, Cynder had learned that Spyro's body became more pliable with every session she drained him, as if his own heroic soul was slowly learning obedience.  Compared to the first induction of her magic, Spyro gave up within a quarter of the time it normally took, the effects of her draining which he still believed to only be a dampening field now much more sudden, even visually.
His body would atrophy to a withering degree, his legs turning thin and his wings turning pale like old papyrus scrolls, his eyes fading like grains of sand stolen by the tide from the sandcastles of his youth.  Even that memory was starting to fade for his mind became foggy once again, the spark of youth slipping down to the depths of a watery murk.  Every moment Cynder pulled his magic from him, he felt the shores of his mind slip further away from his reach.
In turn Cynder became greater, stronger, more powerful in her presence as her muscles became taut and rich with lustrous scales, a sheen upon her back as her belly turned to ruby gleam beneath black obsidian.  Were Spyro more coherent he would have noticed the disturbing similarity to Cynder's first form, that grand corrupted beast the size of an adult who stood so fearsome before him.  Her body did not reach that height, but the spirit of that form was there, creeping above her back like a second layer of paint, her voice now thicker with a bass treble that made his heart shudder from its majesty.
\t"Good boy," she whispered, "are you still there Spyro?"
\t"Y-yes," he whimpered dropping his limbs against the shadows' embrace, "I'm here for you always, my queen."
\t"Wonderful.  So perfect you once were, as a hero...but all you needed was the right voice to guide to your end, hmhmhm."
\t"My...my end?" his soul flickered with unease.
\t"This is what you wanted yes?" she leaned in to his ear.  "To finally rest, to unburden yourself from the weight of destiny and simply...stop caring about the fates of all."
\t"N-no...w-wait, I...h-haaah..."
When he tried to resist in some vain instinct the shadows gripped tighter, before one of them would penetrate his ass and make him whimper with submissive glee as the deep tendril would twist and pump.  His legs twitched with a feeble recognisance, gasping as he sighed in relief but still would restrain himself from getting hard until her consent.
\t"I can make it stop, Spyro," her voice burned through his ear, "I can give you a life of eternal peace, just as you wanted...beneath me.  No more shall you suffer the weight of the world, no more shall you be called on to carry the sky beneath your wings."
\t"G-guh...haaah...I-i...I'm s-so tired, mistress," he felt tears coming from his eyes.
\t"Then let me take you.  All of it."
She kissed him once more and bit his tongue to draw blood on her lips.  He did not flinch, opening his jaws wider to let her take his tongue for a moment, Cynder suckling stronger to taste the thicker drip of his red ichor down her throat, before pulling back with a trail of saliva between.  She started nibbling at his neck, tender sweet nips that plucked at his scales with increasing strength before she wrapped her jaws under his to make him whimper with a hard bite that briefly pierced the skin, her rumbling snarl vibrating through his throat to make him cry with her voice, robbing him of his own as her fangs clenched around his larynx to make Spyro suffocate.  She held the bite for a few seconds more before she released him, and smiled cruelly upon him.
\t"I can free you," she murmured with a grin, "cleanse you of your duty, forever."
\t"For...forever?" he tried to shake his head.  "How?"
\t"By submitting to me.  Completely.  Promise your queen your absolute fealty in both body and soul."
\t"I-i already do!"
\t"Your body, yes.  But not yet your soul."
The shadowed tentacle within his rump plunged to its depths as he whimpered louder, almost squealing as his legs simply hung above the circle to be fucked and molested by the creeping tendril.  He understood what she needed.  His soul tried to speak out, the brave urge of the hero's spirit trying to fight what it now knew was a sinister plot.  But what little resistance he had was not enough, with Cynder's stronger will now mostly composed of Spyro's, that great golden aura he once had, that magic creatures could see like the sun on the horizon, now resembled a candle flickering against the storm.
\t"I...I submit," the purple dragon gasped, "I...I want to be yours, everything I have, belongs to you."
\t"Swear to me then," she gasped putting a claw on his head, "bow to your queen."
\t"Yes, m-mistress please-aaaah!  Please, m-make me your slave, take everything from me, my soul, my heart, everything!"
\t"Yessss.  Brave dear Spyro...your hero's end shall be this night."
As she said this Cynder shivered from her thighs, trembling with excitement at his subservience with a trickling down her loins and a lashing whip of her tail before she gripped his head in her claws.
\t"I shall sculpt your body to my personal wish...you understand, yes dear boy?"
\t"I do," he sighed, "my body's yours, anything you want with it."
\t"Even if I...alter you, to a more fitting slave?"
\t"Yes, y-yes please!"
A dark chuckle rumbled from her throat as she stepped back to have the shadows turn him upwards, rolling him onto his back as he stared upwards to her, her shadow looming across his belly as the tentacle kept pumping his ass.  Trapped in a state of bliss transfixing his thoughts and suffocating his frugal will, his genital slit was struggling to hold back the cock that stirred within, a twitching little nub that crept between the scaled folds and started to sprout with a tentative need.  She couldn't help but smile at how frail he looked, somewhat paler and anaemic in the subtlest fashion.
\t"You may arouse yourself," she nodded to him, "let me see it all."
\t"Haaah...th-thank you mistress."
Moaning as he stopped resisting, Spyro spread his legs and unclenched his muscles to let his shaft fully free from his bronze-scaled slit.  A fine length for his age, on the verge of adulthood and with so much to prove, so full of the rich potent seed of purple dragons that Cynder realised would be the last of his kind.  Closer inspection below the slit would show two bulges under the flesh, the warm thick testes wherein which the hopes and dreams of Spyro's race lived within.  Countless millions of seeds from which a future could be born anew.  But it would never come again.
With a long lick of her lips Cynder made her fangs drip like a serpent about to strike, her soft saliva turning green and sickly with an acidic burn that glanced over her tongue and dripped onto her subject.  One drop sizzled on his thigh and made him flinch with a shiver from the scalding heat, trying to eat at his flesh but failing to do so on its own.  Bending her head down the mistress of the dark licked across his bulge, the thick quivering balls so full of his semen and the light of the future that she savoured the end of its reach.
Her viperous fangs sunk into his testes as Spyro screamed with a frantic howl, his weakened scales offering little resistance with the pain so sudden in his crotch that he spurted a thick wad of pre onto himself, his cock pulsing with excitement from the weird stinging pleasure that grew inside his orbs.  Barely he understood that Cynder was poisoning him, one of her dreaded talents as her cruel teeth injected deep into his balls, causing a molten reaction of thick bubbling ooze to drip out like liquid jade across his scales and over her jaws.
Spyro whimpered with a fit of heaving gasps, his cock confused and starting to shoot faster from just any stimulation even if it was painful.  A vile sizzling occurred from within his testes, the poison thickening to consume his seed and drown all his sperm into a polluted swamp.  The tentacle fucking his ass helped him along by teasing his prostate, constantly inciting him to spurt and drool with thickening pre that started to turn a rancid green, little by little, until it turned to a toxic emerald.
\t"First I take your future," said Cynder with a smile, "what use does a hero have for one after all?"
\t"HA-AAAH, NNNNGH, O-O-OHHH MISTRESS, IT HURTS, H-HURTS!"
\t"But you love it, don't you?  This is what you wanted, to be torn free from your shackles of destiny."
\t"I-I DO, I DO, IT HUR-URTS SO GOOD A-AAAAAAGH!"
His proud dragon orbs started to fizzle with popping flecks under his scales, crackling pops he visibly felt as his tail spasmed with writhing pains and a growing sob in his throat, his jaw clenching until it threatened to snap the muscle, his claws tightening, wings struggling beneath his back with tender little flaps.  He started to fear his orgasm approaching, for now every time he shot his pre, it burned like magma and scorched his penile walls, shredding the muscle with rakish claws of liquid fury as his eyes rolled up in shuddering agony.
And yet he couldn't stop, despite the anguish in his testes that began to crumple and deflate like rotting pears as his sperm died within, thousands upon millions of hopeful little stars in a world that would never be.  Death was almost instant, that was their only mercy as Cynder walked over to grab her harness in the corner, returning to let the shadows strap herself in with the double-ended dildo stuffing itself in her cunt.
\t"Mmmmph...I'm very glad you agreed to let me make this mould, little hero."
She taunted him with a swish of the fake shaft above his head.
\t"Because this will be the only thing left of it."
Walking back over to where his member kept spurting, the dark queen watched in morbid fascination at the slow evisceration of his masculinity.  Spyro struggled to look down at himself until one of the shadows relaxed its grip on his neck, propping him up to let him watch in a despair-filled lust at his own destruction.  His cock started to burn with splotches across its surface, like spoiled meat as a darkening strip filled out through his veins that withered and burst in fragments.
Sputtering tears down his cheeks, Spyro was helpless before the crumbling edifice that his penis became, lumps of flesh falling off onto his belly to curl and die like leaves in autumn, his balls now fully desiccated as the last trembling swimmers of his malehood burst free in a drastic explosion.  His orgasm was a death knell as he cried, howling with torturous bliss as he pumped his rotted semen to a thick green goo that shattered his cock, bursting apart like wet paper as it split visibly in half.
Cynder clenched with a frantic glee, cackling at his fragile meat turning undone to melt and peel somewhat to the sides, a flowering bloom of deathly glory to a superior queen as she stepped over on top of him.
\t"What a pathetic thing you've become."
Her shaft in the shape of his former cock taunted him in its shadow.
\t"To think I've taken everything from you, and you never even fought.  How could I have ever lost to you, Spyro?  But then I realised...I never lost.  I was waiting for you to slowly surrender, by the most cruel of poisons I could ever make.  Your love.  That is what destroyed you."
\t"M-m-my...h-hoh...C-cynder it...h-hurts it hurts m-my body it-"
\t"But you love it Spyro.  You love me."
She lowered her head towards his weakening shaft.
\t"And your love is...so...delicious."
Dragging her tongue across his poisoned length, Cynder smiled up towards her aching lover as she reduced the acidity of her tongue, gliding over his meat as her poisonous saliva kept just under the level of burning, making her slave writhe and twitch in contortions of newfound pleasure amidst the shuddering agony of his venomous castration.  As his balls continued to shrink to withered husks, he kept shooting the last watery spurts of seed that Cynder lapped up hungrily, immune to her own poison within the dying sperm as she slurped and suckled over the cock.
The vile acid turned the flesh to a leathery state, the waxy skin now feeling like an apple about to expire as Cynder kept licking sultry along the length, eyes of a cruel passion glaring into Spyro's pained whimpering expression.  She started to bite into his cock, soft tender nibbles that peeled off the skin of his member in tiny chunks as Spyro shivered and wept more in shock than actual pain, the agony now passing once his nerves had died off within his splitting lance.
Every little bite that Cynder made, he felt the pulling of his cock as she chewed on the muscle and tore off strips with a savoury glee, gasping at the hot meat that melted like butter in her mouth, eating away at what had been his masculine form.  Soon it became so soft and withered that even the simplest licks would shred off pieces of cock, the last spittles of cum draining out of the holes like a sieve which in turn would erode even further the crumbling spire of Spyro's length.
\t"Mmmmhhhh...ohhh you serve your queen so well."
She took a big chunk out the base and devoured it eagerly.
\t"I've never tasted one of your kind before.  Truly, you were a blessed little thing."
\t"Th-thank...thank you, m-my mistress."  He sighed as the pain started to briefly ebb.  "Everything in my body is yours now."
\t"I know," Cynder licked her lips, "you would give your life for my pleasure, like a good hero should."
Her jaws opened wide as she sucked on his cock for the last time in his existence.  With a twisting tear she wrenched the paltry shaft free from its moorings, the cockmeat stretching apart like taffy when she pulled back to snap it entirely off as Spyro watched her rear her head back, her throat bulging with the remnants of his penis as she swallowed deep.  Only a stump now remained of his former self, a small hole from which dribbled a trickling stream of decaying semen.
\t"I am everything you could ever want."
She pulled back and spun herself round to place her true shaft upon his stump.
\t"And I shall be everything you once were."
\t"A-AAAAAGH!  AAAAAAAARGH!"
His scream rang through the castle as Cynder plunged into his slit, punching what was left of his cock back inside with a pulpy mess, thick meaty lumps falling off and around his scales as the remnants of his cock became a fleshy sponge that she ground and squished, her shaft like a mortar to the pestle as she ravaged her slave's new fresh pussy.  The residue from his melting meat had a double effect in also turning the inside of his slit to a thick leathery sheen, glossing over the muscular walls and hardening them to make the use of his former malehood even more delightful.
Fucking with brutal slams into his cunt, Cynder chuckled with a rasping snarl as she puffed thicker flame from her nostrils in time to Spyro's own meagre embers, barely a wisp of smoke from that once great throat of the heroic flame that brightened the darkness.  But now his mistress darkened the walls with her own scorching fire, black and purple lights looming across the ceiling as she pumped harder and harder within his ruined slit.
Some of his cockflesh now sprayed across his belly, his trembling whimpers so torn between the loss of his masculinity, and the abject pleasure of his domination.  Through the agony of his poisoning, the thrusting lance of Cynder grinding against his smoothened walls made him tremble with higher glee, spreading his legs like a whore without the need of the shadow tendrils to do so as he panted with fretful sounds of desperation.
The sullied meat of his former member smeared over his walls and sometimes pushed out of his slit, a mushy gruel that dribbled down his thighs with a choking sob from the former hero.  The last attempts of his soul to fight back were now submitting in sorrow, knowing he had lost, but most of him didn't care, the voice in the back of his mind lamenting this betrayal being silenced by the overwhelming cries for more punishment, more desire to become her eternal pet.  With each passing minute Spyro's aura had weakened even without Cynder's absorption, something that made her grin with fiendish smirk.
\t"S-such a good...mmmph," she gasped grinding in his cunt, "you make quite a good female, such a talented flexible hero you once were."
\t"Aaaah, a-aaagh!  Don't...please don't s-stop, my queen, t-take me more, take me more, BREED ME!"
\t"Mmmmmm...do you know why I never let you breed me dear Spyro?"
She bent down towards him almost touching his lips.
\t"Because you never deserved a future in the first place."
With a heart-rending shriek as he felt shock run through his brain, Spyro came once more in elation as he spurted the last remnant of watery soup that had once been his rare pure seed.  The bulge where his testes had been was now fully gone to a smooth supple line as he spurted out the gristle and sinew from his cunt, that would soon be smeared across his walls and pulped by Cynder's shaft.  Sloshing meat filled out like treacle around Cynder's shaft, the one true length he would now obey as she fucked harder, deeper and grinded thicker to make sure all trace of his masculine form was erased.  The darkness shuddered inside her with victorious glee, the cock shifting in her pussy hitting her just right to make her cum in turn with a hot dribbling of juices down into her lover's slit.
\t"AAAAH!  A-aaaah...yes...finally."  Cynder groaned a deeper hue looking upon her slave.  "This is your purpose now...as it always should have been little Spyro."
\t"Y-y-yes...thank you."  He panted with burgeoning tears.  "Th-thank you mistress...am I free, of my destiny?"
\t"No."  She bent down once more to kiss his head.  "There is one thing left...that I must do until your name is gone forever."


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From that day forwards she no longer needed to hide her intentions.  Spyro was now fully obedient like a dog following in her steps, with his slit a permanent gape from where his shaft had been mostly destroyed, and the bulge of where his testes had been was now a smoother, more feminine shape without his testes.  Every time he was laid on his back when his queen would fuck him, he would be reminded of his former glory,, mocking him for what could have been for his race’s future.  Both of his holes now belonged to Cynder, and whilst he still enjoyed her using his ass, the former hero was more than happy with his new cunt to make him an example as her personal slave.
With his mind broken and his power never returned to him, the young former hero looked a sad imitation of his former self, his wings always drooping and his belly more deflated like a wet paper bag ready to burst any moment.  His horns had turned pale like a relic from the ruins, his eyes almost white with the faintest trace of amethyst from his pupils.  He wandered behind her like a lost soul with a plastic smile on his face, a snivelling little foal compared to the majestic stallion he walked beside.
Cynder by comparison was a luscious dark beast of sable silk scales and scarlet belly, her eyes twinkling like diamonds of pure cut with a body now taller and sturdier than her beloved.  Her muscles shone with creaking leather twitch, her claws punched through the stone without even trying and her tail's savage blade would neatly cut the air so sharp that the lanterns shrivelled in fear at her strength.  All the torches were now a thick crimson violet, wrapped in flames of deep indigo that would mock the purple dragon.
Down in the cellar once again, Cynder bound her new slave within the chains of darkness, the purple dragon no longer resisting, like a doll in her grasp as his head lolled with a smile and her strap-on before him.  Laying upon his back as the shadows groped along his frail limbs, he stared down upon his slit as his mistress plunged into.  The walls had sealed over nicely, partly from her magic venom and partly from the constant grinding and shifting of her hips.
\t"Haaah, a-aaah," Cynder gasped on top of her slave, "your cunt still feels perfect to breed."
\t"AAH, NNNGH, th-thank you mistress!" he gasped with tears of joy.  "I-i'm so happy, to serve you still!"
\t"Mmmmm you will my dear hero...you always will."
She slammed to the hilt to make him shriek with a soft twitch in what was left of his testes.
\t"Remember when I first turned you into my breeding whore, little hero?  How I told you there was one thing left before your name was gone forever?"
\t"M-mmmyes," he nodded with a shiver, "yes, yes, please, t-take my name, take my body, m-my-"
\t"Your soul?"  Her eyes grew like a panther stalking its prey.  "That can be arranged, my sweet purple drake."
She pressed a claw to his head with a little tap, a fraction of her power feeling like a dagger in his skull.
\t"There is still the last of who you are within this pretty little head.  All I have to do, is take it out, and then you will be gone.  You will no longer be Spyro, your world will not remember you...your destiny erased."
\t"I...I want to be free, my mistress."  He grinned sweetly.  "Make me...nothing but your pet, that...I want that to be my destiny, my queen."
\t"Good."  She kissed his lips.  "I'm proud of you, my dear slave.  You finally found your true purpose, haven't you?"
\t"Absolutely," he gasped with relief, "I want to be your slave, nothing else, please, take it all away!"
\t"Very good.  Now, hold still."
Her shadows bound him tighter, wrapping round his throat and tightening on his horns that started to creak with the smallest bend like they were made of rubber.  Once she had his head secured, she licked at her claws to drench them in a thick film of poisonous green, sizzling across her magic claws before she pressed one to Spyro's head firmly.  His eyes widened and his body tensed with a growing fear instinctive in some reach of his mind, that inherent reptilian nature to flee being smothered by his obedience.
He felt the burning before he heard it, a warm uncomfortable sensation that in normal times with his magic defence would be more irritating than painful.  But now in his weakened state it was like a drill slowly twisting into his temple, scorching acid that melted the bone with drips of agony.  The first layer of his purple scales went easily, peeling off like old wallpaper as she pressed her claw deeper into the growing spot.  Soon it became a dent, and the bone would weaken on the second layer with a little crack of decay.
The pain in his skull would intensify from a small headache to a bleary migraine, the claw of his one true mistress pushing harder with an immense pressure on the strongest part of his forehead, allowing Cynder to go further as he stuttered with trembling sobs of excited pain.  Scratching her poisoned tip, she dug a second claw into the widening groove that would soon become a hole, carefully controlling her venom to make sure it wouldn't drip inside and do any untowards damage to the hero's brain.  At least, no damage she didn't want to happen yet.
\t"How does it feel?" she whispered twisting her digit in.  "To feel your mistress, your queen, take the very last part of your essence, your soul, and render you to a helpless little lizard for the rest of your life?"
\t"H-h-hurts," he whimpered, "i-it hurts so much, a-aaah...b-but...I love it my queen.  I need to be yours."
\t"Mmmm...such a sweet little thing.  You served me well."
With a crunching thrust of her claws she penetrated his skull, the bone snapping with a sharp sound that vibrated through his head with a bodily anguish as he clenched his eyes and swallowed his screams.  The weakening of his forehead brought in a cold air drifting across his brain, an odd alien sensation that made him even more uncomfortable and, were he still able to, would have made him spurt from the confused pain-arousal.
The bone became pliable with the poison, turning soft and rubbery to start coming out in small chunks as she dragged a line of poison higher up along his scalp and slipping to one side of his fire-shaped crest.  The higher parts of the skull were thinner and wore down in half the time, giving Cynder enough leverage to crack open his head carefully like a coconut.  Spyro screamed harder with a shuddering wince as the shadows gripping his horns pulled his skull apart with a feeble screech trembling from his throat.
\t"Yessssss," Cynder grinned, "beautiful...let me see that essence."
Of course she did not completely take his head apart, for then the fun would be over.  She only forced it open a little, just enough to see the grey matter within as it started to trickle out of forehead and drip down his snout.  His eyes blinked frantically to clear the juice from them, the queen pushing her claws inside to stroke along the top of his brain.
\t"What a wonderful mind you possess dear hero," she chuckled, "full of hope, strength, wonder and dreams of a simpler age.  Memories we've shared, and those of your childhood too.  Such a weight they put upon you...but you won't need those in my servitude."
Paralysed by the tendrils keeping him in place, Spyro quivered with a little grin that creased along his features as Cynder started to cut into his brain.  Through her magical weavings she brought out strands of poison that flowed across the inner scalp, coils of emerald string that sought out the hopes and dreams of Spyro.  She was not a surgeon, nor a medic in any sense, but her magic followed her will and knew exactly what she wished by the innate understanding of all dragons and their mystic properties.
The first thing that she took was his memory, the long-term aspirations he had as a young hatchling and the days of sweet autumn in his homeland.  He once had a brother, a family who were different from him but loved him all the same.  He wasn't thinking about them now of course, but when he felt his memory being softly eaten away by the poison, something made him struggle to remember his brother's name.  He was golden, a long body, and had wings, four of them even.  But then his face started to fade.  His voice.  The last words that he had said to Spyro were being taken away by his mistress.
Under Cynder's command, the venom made certain to only destroy that part of the brain she wanted and nothing else.  With a scalpel's precision it devoured his memory, as he lost the names of each and every friend and master that came over the journey.  His master became a blur of orange, his companion a trail of yellow fur.  Even his greatest enemy, the dreaded monster that hungered to destroy the world, was a shadow drifting to the depths of his own history.  Only one name would remain in his mind.
\t"Look at me," she whispered as he flickered up, "what do you call me, little slave?"
\t"My...m-my queen," he sighed with a blissful grin.
\t"What is my name?"
\t"It...Cynder.  My mistress, my queen, Cynder."
\t"Good boy."
She stopped scouring his memory clean, wiping most but not all of it so only the short-term was kept.  All his world belonged to her, and the darkness in her eyes grew to almost completely eclipse her teal pupils.  Her power grew thicker, her aura filling the room with supremacy over the hero who so easily threw himself to the pit of extinction.  Her strands of venom continued to search and eat at his brain, melting and scrubbing parts of his brain that would soon rob him of his identity.
The parts that hoped, the parts that dreamed, the parts that would search in his heart or look forwards to the future, or have any sense of himself as an individual, would degrade, and cower, and crumple like a paper tiger.  With every crackling sound of frying meat in his brain, the light in Spyro's eyes would fade and trickle out of existence, turning more vapid with every passing second as Cynder kept grinding her true shaft inside her pussy and within his own.
Spyro's trembling gasps turned weaker with an odd serenity, the strength of his violet pupils that had once darted around the room, now slowed to a fading crawl of listless clouds, like the last days of summer.  But the treasure she wanted lied in the deepest cortex of Spyro's brain, something that very few had ever encountered or studied in great detail.  In every dragon's mind was a hardened lump of crystal that grew naturally within the brain, a perfect gem long-sculpted by the intrinsic growth of magic within dragondom.  Spyro's gem was a lustrous amethyst that shone like the sun even when he was so drained of most of his magic.  It was the very essence of all magic in a dragon, the organ that allowed dragons to manipulate different spells with ease.
\t"Such...oh my."  Cynder gasped at its radiance.  "What a marvellous treasure you possess.  Perfect for your queen."
\t"Y-yes," Spyro whispered, "I'm yours mistress.  Yours forever."
\t"Hmhmhm...you will be.  You always were to be mine."
The poison wove itself into the gemstone and started to eat at its walls, fibrous tendrils gnawing with increased potency as they rotted away the crystal that shone in a deep distress.  One could argue that it was the core of Spyro's being, the soul of the hero, the last vestige of hope that the future had as it struggled against the darkness.  It was a futile effort, but one that Cynder admired as the shard of magic resisted her poison with a desperate surge of light.  But it was all for nought soon enough.
The dark dragoness with both her magic and Spyro's combined, would overpower the hero's soul with ease as it slowly began to wither like a damp wick.  A spark and a scream that she heard from his spirit made her shiver in a deep climax, one with elation through the vespers of her blackened heart  as she felt the hero's death inside of her slave.  The gemstone cracked, falling apart like grains of sand to scatter across the dragon's synapses before each and every fragment would turn to a mythril dust, soft purple mist drifting out of his skull as his eyes became completely blank.
With the vague sensation that all was lost, Spyro came for his mistress in celebration for his mental death, a sputtering groan as Cynder came in turn with a gasping cry and a furious roar of thickening flame that crowned above his head, violent indigo scorching across the ceiling as the queen of evil smiled upon her most obedient pet.
\t"Mmmmmph...now you're mine, as you always should be."
Her body surged with the last of his magic flowing into her.
\t"You will obey me.  Not because you want.  But because you NEED to."
\t"Yes...YES!" stuttered the purple dragon.  "I'm...I'm your slave."
\t"Always will be...what is your name?"
\t"S-...slave."  His eyes drooped with a stulted look.  "Slave."
\t"Yessss.  My perfect slave."
She kissed the wound in his skull as she placed her claws upon the crack.
\t"Your world has ended.  With me.  And you.  I told you, didn't I?"
Her laugh trickled out with a deeper tone rich with the powers of darkness, her body now blacker than night itself and a wrothful flame trickling from her eyes at the peak of her eternal strength.  With her magic she bound his head back together with a crack, setting the bone and sealing his cranium with a hard deep burning line of black that traced across the dome of his scalp before she pulled her cock out of his pussy.
Spyro began his new life, freed from the weight of herodom to doom his world for the abject height of depraved bliss, all for his mistress who pushed her thick sculpted shaft into his throat and promptly fucked his gullet, the saviour tasting his own seed and the shape of his own former cock which now looked to him as distant as anything was.  A cold emptiness filled his body, as the fires of hope would simply ebb and fade from existence.   Darkness would soon sweep the realms again and so, the name of Spyro would soon be erased, with Cynder as Queen, for all of his pathetic afterlife.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Cynder's Pet", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "5", "views": "1306" }