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But even with her lover so eagerly enjoying his new role as a limbless pet wyrm, she yearns for something greater she can share with the world.\n\n-----------\n\nMerry Christmas everyone! Here's a story series I been wanting to upload a while, and yes it's another Spyro story of course! This came commished from DinkyLizard, and is actually a sequel to [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2692911]\"Spyro The Amputee\" that we've been planning for a good while![/url] So if you enjoy seeing males get put in their place, you'll enjoy this one for sure!\n\nThe Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "description_bbcode_parsed": "In the years that passed since Malefor's fall, the heroes rest in what had once been his citadel, where they live far from the eyes of the public for some moderate peace and quiet.  But even with her lover so eagerly enjoying his new role as a limbless pet wyrm, she yearns for something greater she can share with the world.

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Merry Christmas everyone!  Here's a story series I been wanting to upload a while, and yes it's another Spyro story of course!  This came commished from DinkyLizard, and is actually a sequel to "Spyro The Amputee" that we've been planning for a good while!  So if you enjoy seeing males get put in their place, you'll enjoy this one for sure!

The Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "writing": " \"Is this going to be weird?\" asked Flame.\n \"It's not unless you make it weird,\" said Ember, \"we're his friends still, we can't make him feel like a leper.\"\n \"Wow Flame, I know Hunter's kinda snobbish but that's pretty-\"\n \"No, LEPER you dummy!\" she bonked his head mid-flight. \"Jeez get the water out your ears!\"\n \"I don't have water in my ears!\" he whinged. \"Whatever, let's just get this over with, Spyro's not been as fun as he used to be.\"\n \"See that's the kind of thing that makes it weird.\"\nFlying high through the mountains, they landed at the fortress where Cynder and Spyro made their home. An old remnant from the war, it made a perfect home, if rather spacious for only two dragons with a sizeable dining hall, a master bedroom, and a courtyard always filled with snow. The torches were all alight, giving every hall a cozy warmth that welcomed them upon landing.\n \"Flame, Ember hello!\" Cynder approached with a bow. \"So good to see you, come in!\"\n \"Wow,\" the orange drake followed her, \"love what you done with the place?\"\n \"I haven't changed anything since your last visit.\"\n \"I mean, Spyro is-\"\n \"ANYWAY!\" the pink dragon shoved Flame aside. \"Are those new torches Cynder?!\"\n \"Oh, no I just changed the fire,\" the dark dragoness chuckled, \"we used to have half and half, but Spyro can't reach them all anymore, gets much too tiring.\"\n \"Really? But he can still fly can't he?\"\n \"Oh yes he still can, at least for now, but it's so exhausting for him to fly up to every sconce without legs and come crashing down again.\"\n \"Right, that's...that's good of you.\"\n \"Yeah I guess it would suck,\" Flame cringed, \"how's he doing since the uh, thing?\"\n \"He's managing,\" Cynder nodded as they turned a corner, \"he always does, a hero to the end. Actually he's been surprisingly better since he lost his limbs, he's learned to appreciate life more and always wanting to do things with me. It's rather lovely actually!\"\n \"Wow, really?\" gasped Ember swishing her tail. \"That's nice of him, so he's not running off all the time with his head in the clouds?\"\n \"Hardly, now it's on my back or in the dirt seeing everything at our level. He's so much more humble than before, it's oddly refreshing to have a male that's not..flapping their mouth off.\"\nHer eyes went to Flame who didn't notice, but Ember did. A smirk came from the red-bellied dragoness as the pink newcomer twitched with a terrible thought, causing a brief chuckle from Cynder.\nEntering the dining hall, a roaring fireplace greeted them with overwhelming violet hue, same as the torches in every part of the castle abode. Spyro however was not seated, instead left on the floor with a bowl like a dog as he raised his head to greet them.\n \"HEY, Flame, Ember!\"\n \"Heyyyy uh...Spyro?\" The fiery male cocked his head. \"You uh...you okay down there?\"\n \"Oh I'm fine, don't worry this is just how I eat now, can't sit on chairs anymore.\"\nWith his stumps healed over fully, he looked much happier than ever before much to his friends' bemusement. Four purple nubs jutted out his body, giving largely the appearance of a fat snake with a dragon's head, his twisting yellow horns looking much more scuffed and dull from the weeks he spent crawling. But he was still healthy and hearty, his vigour no worse for wear as he nuzzled Cynder's leg in passing.\nAs their guests sat at the table on large ornate seats, Cynder went to the fire where a meat spit was turning. Slicing off several chunks she handed one each, with the last slapped down in Spyro's bowl as he scarfed it down like an animal.\n \"Sooo,\" Cynder sat up before them, \"how are things down below?\"\n \"Oh pretty good!\" Ember giggled. \"Topaz had it out with her mate Flash because he brought the wrong kind of fish, it was so embarrassing!\"\n \"It was pretty funny,\" Flame tore into his steak, \"mmmph, but I think it's an easy mistake to make.\"\n \"Oh come on you'd have to be blind to not know the difference between trout and salmon!\"\n \"I agree,\" Cynder nodded starting to eat, \"you don't really mix them up.\"\n \"Really?\" the male scoffed. \"It's all fish, whatsit matter?\"\n \"You think sheep and cows are the same, Flame?\"\n \"Uh...no?\"\n \"But they both eat grass and live on land, why wouldn't you?\"\n \"Cuz they look totally different!\"\n \"Exactly,\" Ember added nibbling her food, \"so I was on Topaz's side, her mate's kind of an idiot.\"\n \"Okay but fish are FISH!\" Flame chomped half his steak. \"MMMH, glrrk, I don't think tha-\"\n \"Flame don't eat with your mouth full, it's rude.\"\n \"BUH, buh-\"\n \"She's right, it is,\" Cynder glared at him, \"look, Spyro doesn't talk when eating his food.\"\nBoth the dragonesses glared at him, the orange male looking over the table to see the purple wyrm keep chomping away. It looked so demeaning to him, to see this great bold hero and friend now licking the rim of a bowl for meat juice, as he swallowed and kept silent.\n \"Thank you,\" said the black dragoness, \"so did Topaz win the argument?\"\n \"Ask Flash, he's sleeping out on the street, HAHA!\"\nThey both cackled away sharing stories, Flame finishing up his food and always getting glared every time he spoke, or tried to sideline a complaint before just giving up. Once they were finished eating, Spyro crawled over to his mistress and flapped his wings pathetically, struggling to fly into her lap and nuzzling her like a ferret.\n \"OH, well someone is happy!\"\n \"Just wanted to thank you for the meal,\" he kissed her lips, \"you always make the best food, Cynder.\"\n \"Well, the key is the temperature, nothing too sulphurous for my sweet boy.\"\nFlame reeled back with a cringing disgust at the two kissing and hugging. The way Cynder held him like a swaddling babe was uncomfortable to him, whilst Ember was fascinated by the sheer joy and adulation on Spyro’s face. His world was Cynder’s entirely, his eyes shining upon her with such an open love that he had never shown in his life.\n \"How are things with you Spyro?\" the pink dragon asked. \"Are you doing okay up here?\"\n \"Oh it’s great!\" he gasped squirming in Cynder’s paws. \"It’s so nice to have a reason to stay home and just do things with Cynder.\"\n \"But, that sounds boring,\" Flame sneered, \"don’t you miss going out, doing stuff? I found some cool caves we could go to!\"\n \"No, I’m good thanks. It’s much too dangerous for me and I’d only slow you down, you don’t want to babysit me every second Flame, I know you.\"\n \"That’s not what I…wait, what do you even do around here without-\"\n \"Flame!” Ember snapped. \"Stop being rude, it’s none of your business what Spyro does at home!\"\n \"It’s alright Em,\" the purple dragon grinned, \"it’s new for him, I don’t mind answering questions. I help Cynder make the bed, I can check for rats getting in through the low walls, and I’m at the right height to check how hot the fires are for cooking!\"\n \"He’s such a good helper,\" Cynder cuddled him, \"my little hero’s been such a treasure with his new life.\"\n \"Awww,” the rose dragon sighed clutching her chest, “that’s…that’s so sweet, it’s really wonderful how you made this work.\"\n \"Indeed. Be back in a moment,\" she patted him condescending, \"play nice with your friend whilst Ember and me clean up.\"\n \"Yes mistre-UH, Cynder, haha!\"\nHe blushed over his purple cheeks as the girls went to the kitchen, balancing plates on their outstretched wings before reaching a stone sink with magic stones. At the presence of Cynder, it started to fill with soapy water from the gems.\n \"Flame's awfully more than his usual self hmm?\" the dragoness nudged her pink companion.\n \"Ugh, you know males,\" Ember rolled her eyes, \"always need to prove themselves even when they're dumb as bricks.\"\n \"Until they lose it all, then they're much more civil.\"\n \"You mean like...like Spyro?\"\n \"Mmhmm,\" Cynder put her front paws up to plunge into the sink, \"I know I shouldn't say this but, since his accident he's been so much more polite and understanding, he won't do anything without me.\"\n \"I mean he can't,\" the rose dragoness took a dishcloth, \"you sound like you're happy this happened.\"\n \"I'm just finding good fortune from calamity. Imagine if Flame was like that...wouldn't you enjoy him being more civil and thankful for you? I know he’s always running off getting into trouble.\"\n “Well, yes, he does…ugh, you know what he did last week?” Ember tried not to slam down a plate. “Almost got trapped in a cave, nearly lost a wing from a boulder! He comes home all scuffed with pebbles, I told him not to go there, but he didn’t listen!”\n “Males are always like that,” Cynder tutted like a teacher, “hot-blooded and reckless, never listen to anyone but themselves.”\n “I know it’s just…ARGH!” Ember dried more plates. “I don’t know what to do sometimes.”\n “Have you ever secretly wished he did lose a wing, just to prove you right?”\nThe look on the pink dragoness was a shameful one of mutual agreement. She hated herself for agreeing, but Cynder always went for the heart of the matter.\n “I will tell you now, Spyro has become so much more wonderful and obedient since his accident, his humility is remarkable.”\n \"He does look a lot happier,\" Ember demurred, \"but it's not like, Flame ends up getting hurt the exact same way, what'd be the chance of that happening?\"\n \"Higher than you think.\" The black drake leaned in close. \"Let me tell you a secret.\"\nBack at the dining hall, Flame watched his friend's body crawl around the floor with unease. The look in Spyro's face was more vapid than usual, less intelligent in their shine.\n \"So you really just okay like this?\" the orange drake asked.\n \"Oh yes it's great!\" the former hero lifted his head. \"I don't have to worry about impressing anyone, no schedules, no obligations, everyone understands, and I just have Cynder do everything for me.\"\n \"But doesn't it suck? Not being able to go where you want, hanging out with your friends, having to...well, only be able to go where SHE wants you to?\"\n \"What?\" Spyro sneered. \"Cynder loves me, I love her, I'd be dead if it wasn't for her.\"\n \"I don't know, I feel like...never mind, just kind of annoyed I got blindsided in that talk.\"\n \"Haha, even I know the difference between trout and salmon.\"\n \"OH come on not you too, they're both fish!\"\nSpyro cackled and bumped his friend's leg, crawling up closer which unnerved Flame even more. The girls would return, as they sat down to play a game similar to cornhole, throwing discs across a mat to hit as close to the target for points.\nCynder was a professional, almost always hitting the mark, whilst Spyro came surprisingly close from weeks of practice, despite only able to throw with his mouth and hit second place. This only made Flame's absolute defeat much funnier, when he came dead last even compared to Ember's usually-bad throws. With a confused mood that left him in a huff, Spyro's friend said goodbye with gritted teeth, and Ember gave a knowing wink to the other dragoness.\n \"Well, that was lovely!\" Cynder offered her wing to her mate. \"Shall we head to bed, my pet?\"\n \"Yes mistress!\" the wyrm panted nuzzling her leg. \"Thanks for the dinner, it was great.\"\n \"You're eating better now,\" she kissed his head, \"not as much drool as before.\"\nThe former hero blushed with effeminate giggle, crawling beside her as they headed to their room. At a flight of stairs he stopped at the bottom, looking up to Cynder with expectant look.\n “Oh come on Spyro, you can do this yourself.”\n “But…I-i like when you carry me.”\n “Now dear, let’s not have you COMPLETELY vulnerable. Come on, if you can make it upstairs, I’ll give you a treat.”\nNodding with a sad look, the drake started pushing himself up the stairs. Cynder walked beside him, slowly, matching his laborious pace as he squirmed and wriggled hard up each step. Cynder loved watching this, a small sadistic part of her relishing his struggles, the proud saviour of the world now reduced to a limping worm, struggling to push his stumps up the next step in a herculean heave.\nHis body still had endurance to last for ages, as he managed to ascend the staircase without help. It also kept him exercised, which Cynder knew was important as a responsible pet owner with encouragement to him. The last three steps were the hardest, but Spyro managed to lift his head forwards and thrust his singular torso.\n “Come on Spyro, come on! Good boy, that’s a good pet, you’re almost there!”\n “HAH! A-aaah! S-so…nnnngh!”\n “Goood boy, just one more! Come on, come on! GOOOOD little hero!” She scooped him up with her front limbs and kissed his head. “I knew you could do it, so proud of you dear.”\n “Tha…thanks,” he licked her cheek, “c-can I get that treat?”\n “Ohhhh, later dear,” Cynder nuzzled his face then put him down, “I’ll have something special in mind.”\nIn their bedroom, the four-poster bed had its legs replaced by Spyro's own former limbs, hollowed out in memory and still serving Cynder as she climbed on the duvet and watched her mate struggle. His panting grunts and hopping thrust of his worthless torso was adorable to witness, biting his way up the bed leg to hoist himself with a foetid gasp.\n \"Such a strong little wyrm!\" she chuckled nuzzling him. \"Mmmmm...alright, your treat will be tomorrow, I'll give you a special cuddling down in the basement.\"\n \"OH, yes!\" he rolled over to her side. \"I always love having some basement fun.\"\n \"I'll do more than that...I've been thinking about your wings lately, they're rather clumsy now since you can't use them as much.\"\n \"Really?\" Spyro flapped his golden wings a few times. \"Well it...has been hard to use them when I can't land, a-and I remember you saying you were...you were going to, after that one session.\"\n \"Ohohh yes, I did,\" she stroked along the membranes, \"are you still interested in helping me fix that for you? Just so I know you're safe.\"\n \"My…wings?\" he gulped nervously flapping them. “I mean, I do like my wings.”\n “But you love ME, yes? Ember was telling me how Flame almost lost his when he was searching caves, it frightened her to no end and I would hate that to happen to you.”\n “Mmmm…well…you always know what’s best for me.” He tucked his wings neatly behind his back. “You've been the biggest help with my new life so…a-alright. If you feel that’s best for me.\"\n \"Good.” She kissed him once more, “I'm glad you've accepted it...my little hero.\"\nThey cuddled up together, the dragoness wrapping her wings around him as he pulled back his in a mutual acceptance of their fate. They just got in the way now that Cynder was his body, his legs for where she ran and his wings for where she flew. He never left her side ever again, and he never wanted to since giving up his legs. What are wings if not just another pair of limbs?\nHer paws embraced him with possessive love, one he savoured all the more as their hearts beat together in sync, gentle breaths across the other's cheek. She hugged him like a pillow, his stumps gently twitching with the little movement they still had in teeny rubs over Cynder's waist.\n\nThe next day would be a new step for their relationship. After having breakfast, with Spyro eating out one bowl and drinking from the other, he went down slithering to the basement where his mistress led him to their sexual playroom. Some of the tools were new and especially wicked with gleaming blades, tantalising the purple dragon for what insidious fun Cynder had planned for him.\nLofting him up onto the stone slab to lay him on his back, she only had to restrain him to make sure he wouldn't fall off, his body easy to roll in the midst of coitus. Stepping to the rack of tools, Cynder grabbed her strapon and walked back over to her pet with thick swinging dildo between her legs.\n \"Are you ready to submit again?\" she licked her fangs. \"My pathetic little wyrm?\"\n \"Y-yes,\" he moaned turning erect, \"I'm ready to be yours, always and forever my mistress.\"\n \"Good,\" she stroked down his belly, \"now let's see...oh, that blasted little thing I forget you're a male sometimes.\"\n \"M-mmmh? AHH!\"\nHe watched her grasp his thickening cock, pulsing to its fullest in anticipation as she licked her lips.\n \"You don't even use this anymore do you?\" Cynder sighed. \"All you need is my glorious shaft, my ruling sceptre to claim your body every night.\"\n \"Ha-aah! UM!\" Her pet moaned bucking his hips. \"I-i’m not sure, m-my wings yes but I still need my penis.”\n \"Would you miss this little thing? I certainly wouldn't, I haven't had it inside me since we took off your worthless limbs.\"\n \"MMMPH!” He spurted a shot of pre at her cold words. “Y-you really want it gone?”\n “Your cock is telling me yes,” she stroked a claw down its vein, “look how much it wants to die…to render itself obsolete, knowing how inferior it is. You won’t have any children, you can’t even touch it anymore, so why even have it in the way?”\n “Mmmmhhh…m-mistress…haaah,” he pulsed even harder to spray his belly, “I-i…I’ll think about it.”\n \"Yes. Good,” she mounted him proper, “we'll see how you feel, after I've had my fun.\"\nWith her front paws placed either side of his former shoulders, her long thick stallion dick was bigger than her lover's. She grinded it hard on Spyro's meat, squashing it fully with its weight in pure dominance before sliding back to press between his rear stumps. His tail was the only indicator to where his rump was, the lumpy remnants of his thighs twitching in excitement when she pushed in.\nEver since his delimbing, Spyro only ever bottomed for his mistress and always she bred him deep. After several weeks his ass was well-trained, driving full to the hilt with Cynder's hips clapping against his. A steady rhythm filled the old ritual room, formerly for rites of sorcery but now the only spell she ever needed was already cast upon him. A spell of submission and worship, one through a gentle love, without a single touch of magic.\nSpyro's face was warped in pleasure, the first inch of his mistress giving him ecstasy with a hard spurt of trembling pre. His belly once golden was riddled with scars, a tarnished grey with yellow tint, a disgraced armour left to rust like a cheap broken vase. Cynder's slamming thrusts shook his entire body, his stumps waggling in bliss while his tail swished between her back legs. Her rubbery spear punched his prostate with unerring accuracy, knowing her slave's weak points like the back of her paw as she leaned over him with a queenly smile, watching his gasping face become wracked in pleasure.\nCynder's slamming thrusts shook his entire body, his stumps waggling in bliss while his tail swished between her back legs. Her rubbery spear punched his prostate with unerring accuracy, knowing her slave's weak points like the back of her paw as she leaned over him with a queenly smile, watching his gasping face become wracked in pleasure.\n \"Mmmph...such a good male you are, so obedient for your mistress.\"\n \"Haaah, a-aaah! Mistress, I-i love...e-everything you are.\"\n \"Good.\" She kissed him sweetly. \"You only have me yes? Nothing in this world matters anymore but me, myself, and I, yes?\"\n \"MMMPH, a-ahuh! I want to be yours, forever and ever, m-make me yours my queen!\"\n \"Even if I rip off your wings?\" She stomped her front feet on them. \"Even if I pluck out your penis, and leave you nothing but a wyrm wriggling in the dirt beneath my paws?\"\n \"YES! YEEEES!\" Spyro bucked even harder. \"T-TAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I WAS, I'M YOUR FILTHY WYRM!\"\nIncensed by the threat of approaching pain he came on himself, spraying his seed plentifully in hot luscious streams that painted his scarred belly and neck. The clenching suck of anal walls round the strap-on made Cynder cum in turn with her servant's bliss, moaning as she dripped into the cobbles.\n \"Ohhhhh...ohhhh Spyro...such a good boy you are.\"\nA few last thrusts milked his prostate good before pulling back, sighing as she pulled out with a hefty pop and grabbed two different tools from the rack. She kept the strap-on equipped as she mounted her slave, making sure he watched that slick rubbery length bounce above him with dominant aura.\n \"Roll over, little puppy.\"\n \"Y-yes, mistress.\"\nHe did so to expose his wings, the neck restraint giving enough slack to roll on his side and stretch his remaining limbs. Splendid golden-orange wings with a membranous texture, gorgeous folds of leathery scale that she stroked across with fascination.\n \"Beautiful,\" Cynder sighed, \"these will look perfect over the mantle. Alright...say goodbye to your last fears of freedom.\"\n \"Yes my queen,\" he moaned, \"I'm...I'm glad to be yours, I don't want to be free again.\"\nThe tools she brought were a set of pliers and a sharp knife, clamping the wing's base with one paw befoer sawing with the other. Spyro whimpered with a growing pain, the crack of the pliers snapping the bone as he screamed in whimpering sobs. The knife would peel away the rubbery cartilage, whilst the tongs crunched through the marrow and twisted one wing free.\nPlacing it in front of Spyro, Cynder made certain he was fully aware of his fate to be fully delimbed before working on the next. Somehow the second wing hurt more, a trembling moan as the failure spurted wet pre on his thigh. One cracking twist snapped the membrane free as he felt his back being pulled, a pair of bloody stumps twitching with their loss.\n \"Perfect,\" the dragoness offered him both wings, \"look how pretty they are without you. Don't worry, every day you can see them above the fireplace, reminding where you belong.\"\n \"H-haaaah...aaaah,\" tears came to his eyes, \"they look...s-so beautiful.\"\n \"Did that hurt more or less than your legs?\"\n \"Less...s-so much less but...still just as wonderful my queen.\"\n \"Good boy.\" She kissed his lips. \"Now let's take the last piece of your so-called masculinity.\"\nPutting back the knife and pliers, she grabbed an odd silver device that resembled a buttplug with handle. But when she clenched her paw, it snapped open like a flower to reveal a long nail in its centre.\n \"This will make certain every last bit of your malehood is gone forever. What do you say?\"\n \"Haaah...m-mmmmph, m-mistress,\" he spurted harder with pre, \"I-i-i'm not...is it too much?\"\n \"Look at your body. Look how it's drooling in anticipation, begging me to castrate you. You've already lost your limbs, your wings, your entire life belongs to me and you've never looked back. You've become much happier than ever before, so what do you have to lose from this last part of your worthless inferior male body?\"\n \"NNNNGH! Haaah...a-alright!\" the lust surged through his brain. \"Yes, yes, t-take it, take my cock, rip it out of me, rip my worthless malehood and let it die forever!\"\n \"Thank you.\" She bent down to kiss him. \"I love you Spyro. I love everything I took from you, and I love the pathetic state you've become.\"\n \"I...I-i love it too, mistress.\"\nHis smile was ragged and uncertain, but fuelled by his love and desire twisting together, he spread his stumps as he rolled onto his back to let Cynder eviscerate him. The cock-remover hung over him like a dagger of judgement, the dragoness using one paw to fiddle around his slit and stroke him off back to full hardness once again.\nIt never took long to get him erect, her touch always inciting him with a gooey throb as she licked her lips before pushing the nail downwards. Lining it up carefully, she inserted the length into Spyro's glans and pushed down to the very hilt, the cold metal tingling down his entire spear with a discomforting feel.\nIt excited him, but also frightened him despite the pumping pre that thickened around the steel prick. His cock overflowed with anticipation, Spyro's mistress gently twisting the nail inside to scrape around the circumference of the tube before clamping the device shut on his meat. Trapped inside a cocoon of steel, the former hero watched as a strange sucking motion engaged.\nAt first was very pleasurable, like a machine fellating him as he bucked with panting bliss. Then it became tighter, pushing into his slit and spreading it wider with a frigid push that made his thigh-stumps shiver. He watched with a growing pain as the silver plug went to the root of his slit, almost fully stuffed inside with a groaning heave.\n \"HNNNNGH! Haaaah! Th-that feels so...s-so cold!\"\n \"It's about to get colder,\" Cynder tittered, \"do not fear, my sweet pet. Soon you will become something much greater.”\nWith a hard pull of immense suction, Spyro felt the knotted base of his cock get clamped hard by the machine, and slowly sever the tissue from its foundations. His slit was peeled inside out like a fresh orange, his cries of anguish rising higher to a bitter shriek as a thin red dripped out with his pre. An odd twisting suck filled the inside of his slit, a panting sob through his lungs as Cynder pulled harder.\nThe gelding tool wrenched the knot free as one single shaft intact. The last vestige of masculinity he lost with a screeching peal, the stumpy root left behind now spurting with orgasmic white, dribbling pathetically all down his thighs.\n \"A-AAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAARGH! MISTRESS! OHHH, ANCESTORS IT HURTS!\"\n \"Yessss,\" she chuckled, \"be brave for me my little hero...it'll all be over soon.”\n \"A-A-A-AAAAAAAARGH!\"\nThe sucking tug of her tool caused more of his slit to hollow, along with severing the strands of his internal testes to render him truly impotent. The plug-shaped instrument soon pulled free from the slit, now an empty hole like a scooped oyster shell, the fallen hero gasping with tears in his eyes.\n \"Look at that,\" Cynder grinned, \"all you ever were, nothing but a lump of meat.\"\n \"Haaah, ha-aaah...m-m-mistress...you really did.\"\n \"Yes my little pet,\" she cooed stroking his face, \"now you're nothing...just like a male should be. In fact, I have an extra treat for you, thanks to your significant contribution.\"\nShe opened the tool once again to show Spyro's cock impaled on the steel length, bloody and dripping, spitroasted like a kebab with its last muscular twitches writhing in a final anguish. The saviour felt a phantom pain rippling through his crotch, a hollow crimson canyon that twisted between his stumps, almost breathing with his muscles.\nThis was the true emptiness he had been waiting for, bereft of everything he was now a worthless sack of scales. The abscessed slit burned his entire lower body, as Cynder carefully put away her servant's severed meat in a special box.\n\n\nAfter his full and complete emasculation, Spyro was carried back to bed by his mistress and given absolute care in healing his wound. The abscessed slit gaped with agony still deep in his belly, cloth stuffed inside to stymie the bleeding that made Spyro look even more inferior a eunuch. And yet still he was happy, that smile he saw from Cynder made everything worth it as he rolled up against her in a deep cuddle.\nThe more of his dragonhood he lost, he more complete he felt in his new life. Somehow, the loss of all that made him a proud noble drake, reducing him to a wyrm and lowly pet, gave his spirit such peace in his new role. Belonging to Cynder, a loyal plaything for her pleasure and only her. It was the happiest he had ever been.\nA month after his castration, they walked into town together with him straddled on her back, with drawn to his worthless state. Sometimes he was left off and given chance to crawl on the cool grass, roaming and greeting other drakes who were concerned at his willing nullification. But dragonesses saw the love between him and Cynder, his helpless joy and dedication to remain at her side that they started to envy. Then came even more of a surprise as they went to Ember's place.\n \"I thought you'd want to meet them while we're here,\" said Cynder.\n \"Oh, that's nice!\" Spyro slithered up to the door. \"Are they doing alright?\"\n \"Ohh yes. It's just nice to keep up, we haven't seen them in a month yes?\"\n \"I was worried, Flame seemed to be rather...angry?\"\n \"You know how you males get,” she nuzzled him, “I’m sure it was nothing serious, just having one of those emotional days, I’m sure he’s forgotten by now and he's settled down.\"\n \"Haha yeah, us males can be really dumb.”\nShe knocked on the door with front paw, the sound of clumping paws racing downstairs as Ember greeted them.\n \"Cynder! Spyro, come in, so good to see you!\"\n \"Hi Em!\" the purple drake reared his head. \"Everything alright?\"\n \"Oh yes, it's great! Flame's here too, come and see him!\"\nStepping inside, Cynder walked with the dragoness whilst Spyro heaved his torso in. In the stone-set house with charming living room, kitchen and upstairs beds, the first thing he saw was his orange friend in a much different place. He was on the floor, just like him, with all his limbs removed as he squirmed towards him.\n \"Flame?! What...what happened?!\"\n \"I...well,\" he shuddered, \"something happened. It was a real bad accident.\"\n \"It really was,\" Ember nodded struggling to hide her grin, \"I warned him about going into that old cave a hundred times.\"\n \"Ohhh, Flame,\" Cynder gasped following the bit, \"that's terrible, I'm so sorry.\"\n \"I-it...it's fine,\" the orange drake gritted his teeth, \"hey uh, Spyro, can we talk, while the girls are doing their thing?\"\n \"Yes, that's a good idea, you can help him get adjusted to his...new life, whilst Ember and me set up lunch. Such a terrible coincidence hmm?\"\n \"It really is,\" Spyro shook his head, \"I can't imagine it happening to anyone else, let's go outside, the grass feels nice on our bellies.\"\nCrawling out the door, Flame was much slower than the purple drake who gave him tips on coordinating his muscles. The amber-scaled wym used his wings and his head to drag forwards, flapping his whole weight in desperate jumps like an oversized flea.\n \"How did it happen?\" asked Spyro in the sun.\n \"I-it was...a cave-in,\" he muttered, \"I was real lucky Ember was right there to help but...she had to cut my legs off, they all got pinned under the rocks.\"\n \"Wow...all of them? That's a real shame!\"\n \"Yeah...Ember came real quick, said she got worried and followed.\"\n \"Ohhh Flame…thank the ancestors you’re safe thanks to Ember, you only lost your legs.”\n \"Only my LEGS?!\" Flame slammed his belly on the dirt. \"I can't go anywhere no more, I can't do ANYTHING without Ember's help, I feel like a stupid pet rock!\"\n \"Hey, don't worry!\" Spyro nuzzled him. \"You can still have a life, just like me with Cynder! You get so much more time to just be with them, and no one has to force you to make schedules or do stuff!\"\n \"No, Spyro this...this is weird.\" Flame crawled over next to a tree. \"I think Ember and Cynder are planning something, to do with us.\"\n \"What?!\" snorted the failure. \"What do you mean?\"\n \"I'd been through that cave dozens of times, and the boulders all just happened to go off and trap my limbs right there?\"\n \"Well, you are reckless Flame, it had to happen eventually, Ember warned you!\"\n \"Spyro, listen to me.\" The amber drake shoved his head closer. \"I don't care what you think about Cynder, but those two are up to something bad.\"\n \"I don't think so,\" his friend shook his head, \"I think you're just trying to deal with your new life, it takes time I know, you'll want to blame someone, anyone but eventually you just have to take it with dignity.\"\nFrustrated and legless, Flame rolled on his side with a whimpering sob of frustration as Spyro nudged his belly. Inside the house, the dragonesses were setting down lunch with meat and vegetables, watching their mates wriggling around in the garden.\n \"I'm shocked you followed through,\" said Cynder, \"even moreso it worked.\"\n \"What do you mean?\" Ember smirked. \"He went into the caves and the boulders happened to bury his legs.\"\n \"So it was nothing to do with you?\" The dark mistress grinned. \"Your letter was wonderful to read, how has he been since the...accident?\"\n \"You were right,\" her friend set down two plates, \"he's become a lot nicer and more willing to do things for me. He's not happy about it but he can't do anything without me.\"\n \"Exactly. It's a better life for him and for you, he doesn't end up dead spelunking, and you have your own little pet, as males should be.\"\n \"As they...SHOULD be?\" Ember squinted. \"You really think Spyro and Flame are better like this?\"\n \"Don't you?\" Cynder placed down two bowls on the floor. \"You just said he's nicer and more willing, it's better for males to just be dependent on us, it stops them getting into trouble. You already helped him realise that, Ember.\"\n \"Mmmmm...right.\" The pink dragoness nodded. \"You're right...thanks for helping me realise, Cynder. Hah, I almost wonder if Flash on the other side of town would do better without limbs too.\"\n \"Maybe.\" The black dragon grinned. \"Let's see how it goes.\"\nShe called out to the boys who crawled back in for lunch, catching looks from the other dragons who were startled to find not one but two legless wyrms scrabbling around. Dragonesses were sympathetic at first, but then saw the joy in Spyro's eyes when he hopped in to nuzzle Cynder's leg.\nThe two males ate with ravenous need, slobbering up their bowls like mutts as the females sat at the table eating more politely. Spyro kept teaching Flame how to move more easily, as well as the best stance to eat without choking and special grips with the teeth.\nAfter lunch they said farewell, Cynder heading out to the town square with Spyro wiggling behind for the true purpose of their visit. In previous times, the former hero had been part of council meetings to help relegate new expansions, or keep watch for any roaming bands of mercenaries. But since his new fate, Cynder now took over the duties.\n \"Are you sure I shouldn’t come in?” he asked as they approached the hall. “I still have duties here.”\n \"Don’t you worry,” she scritched his chin, “my little pet need not worry his dumb little head with politics anymore.”\n \"Are you sure, Cynder?” he blushed at her words with a giddy grin. “I know you can handle it, I just feel bad leaving it all on you.”\n \"I’m certain dear,” she pulled out a leash and collar. “Now you stay right here, mistress will be back soon.”\n \"O-okay, I’ll wait here!”\nTying the wyrm to a post at the steps of the hall, Cynder walked inside with one last look at the legless mutt who wagged his tail. His smile was vapid like his eyes, adorably helpless for the world to watch as she entered the council of local dignitaries. Politics weren’t for boys, they were much too emotional to deal with them, such as Flame and his recklessness. And if all went well today, soon they would never be for boys.\nVarious drakes welcomed her in, both male and female alike shuffling scrolls and conferring businesses to each other in the old stone house. Sometimes a dragoness would offer a serving plan, and a male counterpart would brusquely interrupt with some adjacent contradiction. Every time one of those deeper voices rumbled Cynder could feel a withering stare from a female somewhere in the room. Throughout the whole meeting Cynder shivered with anticipation, the first step in her plan coming after the meeting was adjourned, and she gathered the females of the council to share news with each other.\n \"Flame lost his legs too?!\" gasped a red drake.\n \"It’s terrible, I saw him with Ember,\" muttered a blue wyvern, “can’t imagine it ever happening.”\n \"I can,” Cynder added, \"and, if I may be so bold, at least his terrible accident means that he’s less likely to run off causing problems.”\n \"That's true,\" said a green dragoness, \"he's always making a ruckus, dragging my son off into some nonsense like well-dipping or spelunking.\"\n \"And he's much more attentive, have you noticed he’s never left Ember’s side? He's totally dependent, not a hint of trouble.\"\n \"Flash could do with that,\" snorted the blue wyvern, \"every day he's off gallivanting, he drives me up the wall and half the time he brings back the wrong fish!\"\n \"He'd learn the difference between salmon and trout if he didn't have legs,\" said the red wyvern chuckling, \"sorry I know that's terrible.\"\n \"You're not wrong,\" Cynder waggled her brows, \"they're still alive and happier for it, I think it's a vast improvement and Spyro himself agrees!\"\n \"Spyro does look much happier since, so obedient too.\"\n \"Well…I know what one of you is thinking, and as someone with a male of my own in such a state, I can tell you that this was the best accident to ever have happen to him.”\n “You’re not saying what I…think you’re saying,” demurred the blue drake, “that sounds awfully vindictive.”\n “She’s just making a meal out of a fire,” said her scarlet friend, “I know what she means, even as weird as it is to say, imagine what Flash would be like actually being home with you all the time.”\n “Hmmmm…well, what exactly ARE we saying here?”\n “Well,” Cynder grinned pulling them close, “why not meet up at my chateau later, without the males interrupting us?”\nThe females looked to each other with growing intrigue. A silent twitch, a gentle nod, subtle movements that said twenty things. Occasionally a male passed them by, their eyes rolling or clicking their fangs in that typical way, which made Cynder sneer at them. The others joined in her sneering until one of the dragonesses spoke.\n \"We'll consider it, Cynder. It would be nice to talk in a place…without males overhearing.\"\nThat was certainly a yes. Spyro never heard a word of this, waiting happily outside with tail wagging as he curled up in the shade waiting to go home. Flying back with her slave on her back, the dark dragoness grinned to herself at the seeds she had sown in the females' minds.\n \"Did you have fun with Flame?\" She asked as they landed back in their fort.\n \"Yes, it was great fun!\" he wagged his stumpy rear. \"He was a bit sad about his new life, but I think he'll be okay.\"\n “That’s good,” she walked through the courtyard, “he seemed rather sullen, not taking to his new life as well as you?”\n “Well, I’m sure he’ll get used to it, I’ve been helping him with some tricks, little ways to move around better.”\n “Did he say anything about Ember while with you? How has she been taking it?”\n “He…hah, said she was a lot happier actually,” he crawled into the stone halls, “he thought it would make things worse, you know, being a burden, not getting to go anywhere without your legs but she was fine with it! She still loves him, maybe even more than before the accident.”\n \"That's good to hear. Tell me,” she stopped in front of him, “do you think other males would turn out better if they ended up like you?\"\n \"What…what do you mean, Cynder?\n “You’ve made my life happier since the accident, I have much less to worry about when you’re not off gallivanting risking life and limb. Flame is the same, Ember is much happier too despite his new state. Some would think it a disability, but if anything I think it’s an improvement for males like you.”\n “Improvement?” Spyro rubbed his cheek on the floor. “I mean…I am happier, my life feels much simpler now, I can’t really think of anything I’m missing.”\n “So what do you think? Just…hypothetically, do you think males would be happier if they ended up like you?”\nThe wyrm squinted with a creaking jaw, rolling his eyes with the thoughts in his head all jumbling around as he tried to imagine others with the same fate as him. Ember was happier, so was Cynder, the evidence was piling up and for whatever reason, he could not push himself to argue against.\n \"It IS a lot better not having to worry about doing anything…just relying on you to be my body. I think…you’re right, maybe they would be happier like me.\"\n \"Hmhmhm, good pet,\" she patted him, \"keep hold of that thought...for the future months I might need your support with a few ideas I'm going to push through council.\"\n \"Really?\" He cocked his head. \"What sort of ideas?\"\n \"In due time,\" she smiled looking down at him, \"let's rest by the fire for now.\"\n \"Yes my mistress.\"\nWith a flush to his cheeks, Spyro crawled behind her feet as they cuddled up in front of the fire. Above the mantle was his wings, proudly adorned and overlooking the room as a testament to Cynder's victory over him, the crackling flames soothing the former male to a gentle sleep.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "        "Is this going to be weird?" asked Flame.
        "It's not unless you make it weird," said Ember, "we're his friends still, we can't make him feel like a leper."
        "Wow Flame, I know Hunter's kinda snobbish but that's pretty-"
        "No, LEPER you dummy!" she bonked his head mid-flight.  "Jeez get the water out your ears!"
        "I don't have water in my ears!" he whinged.  "Whatever, let's just get this over with, Spyro's not been as fun as he used to be."
        "See that's the kind of thing that makes it weird."
Flying high through the mountains, they landed at the fortress where Cynder and Spyro made their home.  An old remnant from the war, it made a perfect home, if rather spacious for only two dragons with a sizeable dining hall, a master bedroom, and a courtyard always filled with snow.  The torches were all alight, giving every hall a cozy warmth that welcomed them upon landing.
        "Flame, Ember hello!" Cynder approached with a bow.  "So good to see you, come in!"
        "Wow," the orange drake followed her, "love what you done with the place?"
        "I haven't changed anything since your last visit."
        "I mean, Spyro is-"
        "ANYWAY!" the pink dragon shoved Flame aside.  "Are those new torches Cynder?!"
        "Oh, no I just changed the fire," the dark dragoness chuckled, "we used to have half and half, but Spyro can't reach them all anymore, gets much too tiring."
        "Really?  But he can still fly can't he?"
        "Oh yes he still can, at least for now, but it's so exhausting for him to fly up to every sconce without legs and come crashing down again."
        "Right, that's...that's good of you."
        "Yeah I guess it would suck," Flame cringed, "how's he doing since the uh, thing?"
        "He's managing," Cynder nodded as they turned a corner, "he always does, a hero to the end.  Actually he's been surprisingly better since he lost his limbs, he's learned to appreciate life more and always wanting to do things with me.  It's rather lovely actually!"
        "Wow, really?" gasped Ember swishing her tail.  "That's nice of him, so he's not running off all the time with his head in the clouds?"
        "Hardly, now it's on my back or in the dirt seeing everything at our level.  He's so much more humble than before, it's oddly refreshing to have a male that's not..flapping their mouth off."
Her eyes went to Flame who didn't notice, but Ember did.  A smirk came from the red-bellied dragoness as the pink newcomer twitched with a terrible thought, causing a brief chuckle from Cynder.
Entering the dining hall, a roaring fireplace greeted them with overwhelming violet hue, same as the torches in every part of the castle abode.  Spyro however was not seated, instead left on the floor with a bowl like a dog as he raised his head to greet them.
        "HEY, Flame, Ember!"
        "Heyyyy uh...Spyro?"  The fiery male cocked his head.  "You uh...you okay down there?"
        "Oh I'm fine, don't worry this is just how I eat now, can't sit on chairs anymore."
With his stumps healed over fully, he looked much happier than ever before much to his friends' bemusement.  Four purple nubs jutted out his body, giving largely the appearance of a fat snake with a dragon's head, his twisting yellow horns looking much more scuffed and dull from the weeks he spent crawling.  But he was still healthy and hearty, his vigour no worse for wear as he nuzzled Cynder's leg in passing.
As their guests sat at the table on large ornate seats, Cynder went to the fire where a meat spit was turning.  Slicing off several chunks she handed one each, with the last slapped down in Spyro's bowl as he scarfed it down like an animal.
        "Sooo," Cynder sat up before them, "how are things down below?"
        "Oh pretty good!" Ember giggled.  "Topaz had it out with her mate Flash because he brought the wrong kind of fish, it was so embarrassing!"
        "It was pretty funny," Flame tore into his steak, "mmmph, but I think it's an easy mistake to make."
        "Oh come on you'd have to be blind to not know the difference between trout and salmon!"
        "I agree," Cynder nodded starting to eat, "you don't really mix them up."
        "Really?" the male scoffed.  "It's all fish, whatsit matter?"
        "You think sheep and cows are the same, Flame?"
        "Uh...no?"
        "But they both eat grass and live on land, why wouldn't you?"
        "Cuz they look totally different!"
        "Exactly," Ember added nibbling her food, "so I was on Topaz's side, her mate's kind of an idiot."
        "Okay but fish are FISH!" Flame chomped half his steak.  "MMMH, glrrk, I don't think tha-"
        "Flame don't eat with your mouth full, it's rude."
        "BUH, buh-"
        "She's right, it is," Cynder glared at him, "look, Spyro doesn't talk when eating his food."
Both the dragonesses glared at him, the orange male looking over the table to see the purple wyrm keep chomping away.  It looked so demeaning to him, to see this great bold hero and friend now licking the rim of a bowl for meat juice, as he swallowed and kept silent.
        "Thank you," said the black dragoness, "so did Topaz win the argument?"
        "Ask Flash, he's sleeping out on the street, HAHA!"
They both cackled away sharing stories, Flame finishing up his food and always getting glared every time he spoke, or tried to sideline a complaint before just giving up.  Once they were finished eating, Spyro crawled over to his mistress and flapped his wings pathetically, struggling to fly into her lap and nuzzling her like a ferret.
        "OH, well someone is happy!"
        "Just wanted to thank you for the meal," he kissed her lips, "you always make the best food, Cynder."
        "Well, the key is the temperature, nothing too sulphurous for my sweet boy."
Flame reeled back with a cringing disgust at the two kissing and hugging.  The way Cynder held him like a swaddling babe was uncomfortable to him, whilst Ember was fascinated by the sheer joy and adulation on Spyro’s face.  His world was Cynder’s entirely, his eyes shining upon her with such an open love that he had never shown in his life.
        "How are things with you Spyro?" the pink dragon asked.  "Are you doing okay up here?"
        "Oh it’s great!" he gasped squirming in Cynder’s paws.  "It’s so nice to have a reason to stay home and just do things with Cynder."
        "But, that sounds boring," Flame sneered, "don’t you miss going out, doing stuff?  I found some cool caves we could go to!"
        "No, I’m good thanks.  It’s much too dangerous for me and I’d only slow you down, you don’t want to babysit me every second Flame, I know you."
        "That’s not what I…wait, what do you even do around here without-"
        "Flame!” Ember snapped.  "Stop being rude, it’s none of your business what Spyro does at home!"
        "It’s alright Em," the purple dragon grinned, "it’s new for him, I don’t mind answering questions.  I help Cynder make the bed, I can check for rats getting in through the low walls, and I’m at the right height to check how hot the fires are for cooking!"
        "He’s such a good helper," Cynder cuddled him, "my little hero’s been such a treasure with his new life."
        "Awww,” the rose dragon sighed clutching her chest, “that’s…that’s so sweet, it’s really wonderful how you made this work."
        "Indeed.  Be back in a moment," she patted him condescending, "play nice with your friend whilst Ember and me clean up."
        "Yes mistre-UH, Cynder, haha!"
He blushed over his purple cheeks as the girls went to the kitchen, balancing plates on their outstretched wings before reaching a stone sink with magic stones.  At the presence of Cynder, it started to fill with soapy water from the gems.
        "Flame's awfully more than his usual self hmm?" the dragoness nudged her pink companion.
        "Ugh, you know males," Ember rolled her eyes, "always need to prove themselves even when they're dumb as bricks."
        "Until they lose it all, then they're much more civil."
        "You mean like...like Spyro?"
        "Mmhmm," Cynder put her front paws up to plunge into the sink, "I know I shouldn't say this but, since his accident he's been so much more polite and understanding, he won't do anything without me."
        "I mean he can't," the rose dragoness took a dishcloth, "you sound like you're happy this happened."
        "I'm just finding good fortune from calamity.  Imagine if Flame was like that...wouldn't you enjoy him being more civil and thankful for you?  I know he’s always running off getting into trouble."
        “Well, yes, he does…ugh, you know what he did last week?”  Ember tried not to slam down a plate.  “Almost got trapped in a cave, nearly lost a wing from a boulder!  He comes home all scuffed with pebbles, I told him not to go there, but he didn’t listen!”
        “Males are always like that,” Cynder tutted like a teacher, “hot-blooded and reckless, never listen to anyone but themselves.”
        “I know it’s just…ARGH!”  Ember dried more plates.  “I don’t know what to do sometimes.”
        “Have you ever secretly wished he did lose a wing, just to prove you right?”
The look on the pink dragoness was a shameful one of mutual agreement.  She hated herself for agreeing, but Cynder always went for the heart of the matter.
        “I will tell you now, Spyro has become so much more wonderful and obedient since his accident, his humility is remarkable.”
        "He does look a lot happier," Ember demurred, "but it's not like, Flame ends up getting hurt the exact same way, what'd be the chance of that happening?"
        "Higher than you think."  The black drake leaned in close.  "Let me tell you a secret."
Back at the dining hall, Flame watched his friend's body crawl around the floor with unease.  The look in Spyro's face was more vapid than usual, less intelligent in their shine.
        "So you really just okay like this?" the orange drake asked.
        "Oh yes it's great!" the former hero lifted his head.  "I don't have to worry about impressing anyone, no schedules, no obligations, everyone understands, and I just have Cynder do everything for me."
        "But doesn't it suck?  Not being able to go where you want, hanging out with your friends, having to...well, only be able to go where SHE wants you to?"
        "What?"  Spyro sneered.  "Cynder loves me, I love her, I'd be dead if it wasn't for her."
        "I don't know, I feel like...never mind, just kind of annoyed I got blindsided in that talk."
        "Haha, even I know the difference between trout and salmon."
        "OH come on not you too, they're both fish!"
Spyro cackled and bumped his friend's leg, crawling up closer which unnerved Flame even more.  The girls would return, as they sat down to play a game similar to cornhole, throwing discs across a mat to hit as close to the target for points.
Cynder was a professional, almost always hitting the mark, whilst Spyro came surprisingly close from weeks of practice, despite only able to throw with his mouth and hit second place.  This only made Flame's absolute defeat much funnier, when he came dead last even compared to Ember's usually-bad throws.  With a confused mood that left him in a huff, Spyro's friend said goodbye with gritted teeth, and Ember gave a knowing wink to the other dragoness.
        "Well, that was lovely!" Cynder offered her wing to her mate.  "Shall we head to bed, my pet?"
        "Yes mistress!" the wyrm panted nuzzling her leg.  "Thanks for the dinner, it was great."
        "You're eating better now," she kissed his head, "not as much drool as before."
The former hero blushed with effeminate giggle, crawling beside her as they headed to their room.  At a flight of stairs he stopped at the bottom, looking up to Cynder with expectant look.
        “Oh come on Spyro, you can do this yourself.”
        “But…I-i like when you carry me.”
        “Now dear, let’s not have you COMPLETELY vulnerable.  Come on, if you can make it upstairs, I’ll give you a treat.”
Nodding with a sad look, the drake started pushing himself up the stairs.  Cynder walked beside him, slowly, matching his laborious pace as he squirmed and wriggled hard up each step.  Cynder loved watching this, a small sadistic part of her relishing his struggles, the proud saviour of the world now reduced to a limping worm, struggling to push his stumps up the next step in a herculean heave.
His body still had endurance to last for ages, as he managed to ascend the staircase without help.  It also kept him exercised, which Cynder knew was important as a responsible pet owner with encouragement to him.  The last three steps were the hardest, but Spyro managed to lift his head forwards and thrust his singular torso.
        “Come on Spyro, come on!  Good boy, that’s a good pet, you’re almost there!”
        “HAH!  A-aaah!  S-so…nnnngh!”
        “Goood boy, just one more!  Come on, come on!  GOOOOD little hero!”  She scooped him up with her front limbs and kissed his head.  “I knew you could do it, so proud of you dear.”
        “Tha…thanks,” he licked her cheek, “c-can I get that treat?”
        “Ohhhh, later dear,” Cynder nuzzled his face then put him down, “I’ll have something special in mind.”
In their bedroom, the four-poster bed had its legs replaced by Spyro's own former limbs, hollowed out in memory and still serving Cynder as she climbed on the duvet and watched her mate struggle.  His panting grunts and hopping thrust of his worthless torso was adorable to witness, biting his way up the bed leg to hoist himself with a foetid gasp.
        "Such a strong little wyrm!" she chuckled nuzzling him.  "Mmmmm...alright, your treat will be tomorrow, I'll give you a special cuddling down in the basement."
        "OH, yes!" he rolled over to her side.  "I always love having some basement fun."
        "I'll do more than that...I've been thinking about your wings lately, they're rather clumsy now since you can't use them as much."
        "Really?" Spyro flapped his golden wings a few times.  "Well it...has been hard to use them when I can't land, a-and I remember you saying you were...you were going to, after that one session."
        "Ohohh yes, I did," she stroked along the membranes, "are you still interested in helping me fix that for you?  Just so I know you're safe."
        "My…wings?" he gulped nervously flapping them.  “I mean, I do like my wings.”
        “But you love ME, yes?  Ember was telling me how Flame almost lost his when he was searching caves, it frightened her to no end and I would hate that to happen to you.”
   “Mmmm…well…you always know what’s best for me.”  He tucked his wings neatly behind his back.  “You've been the biggest help with my new life so…a-alright.  If you feel that’s best for me."
        "Good.”  She kissed him once more, “I'm glad you've accepted it...my little hero."
They cuddled up together, the dragoness wrapping her wings around him as he pulled back his in a mutual acceptance of their fate.  They just got in the way now that Cynder was his body, his legs for where she ran and his wings for where she flew.  He never left her side ever again, and he never wanted to since giving up his legs.  What are wings if not just another pair of limbs?
Her paws embraced him with possessive love, one he savoured all the more as their hearts beat together in sync, gentle breaths across the other's cheek.  She hugged him like a pillow, his stumps gently twitching with the little movement they still had in teeny rubs over Cynder's waist.

The next day would be a new step for their relationship.  After having breakfast, with Spyro eating out one bowl and drinking from the other, he went down slithering to the basement where his mistress led him to their sexual playroom.  Some of the tools were new and especially wicked with gleaming blades, tantalising the purple dragon for what insidious fun Cynder had planned for him.
Lofting him up onto the stone slab to lay him on his back, she only had to restrain him to make sure he wouldn't fall off, his body easy to roll in the midst of coitus.  Stepping to the rack of tools, Cynder grabbed her strapon and walked back over to her pet with thick swinging dildo between her legs.
        "Are you ready to submit again?" she licked her fangs.  "My pathetic little wyrm?"
        "Y-yes," he moaned turning erect, "I'm ready to be yours, always and forever my mistress."
        "Good," she stroked down his belly, "now let's see...oh, that blasted little thing I forget you're a male sometimes."
        "M-mmmh?  AHH!"
He watched her grasp his thickening cock, pulsing to its fullest in anticipation as she licked her lips.
        "You don't even use this anymore do you?" Cynder sighed.  "All you need is my glorious shaft, my ruling sceptre to claim your body every night."
        "Ha-aah!  UM!"  Her pet moaned bucking his hips.  "I-i’m not sure, m-my wings yes but I still need my penis.”
        "Would you miss this little thing?  I certainly wouldn't, I haven't had it inside me since we took off your worthless limbs."
        "MMMPH!”  He spurted a shot of pre at her cold words.  “Y-you really want it gone?”
        “Your cock is telling me yes,” she stroked a claw down its vein, “look how much it wants to die…to render itself obsolete, knowing how inferior it is.  You won’t have any children, you can’t even touch it anymore, so why even have it in the way?”
        “Mmmmhhh…m-mistress…haaah,” he pulsed even harder to spray his belly, “I-i…I’ll think about it.”
        "Yes.  Good,” she mounted him proper, “we'll see how you feel, after I've had my fun."
With her front paws placed either side of his former shoulders, her long thick stallion dick was bigger than her lover's.  She grinded it hard on Spyro's meat, squashing it fully with its weight in pure dominance before sliding back to press between his rear stumps.  His tail was the only indicator to where his rump was, the lumpy remnants of his thighs twitching in excitement when she pushed in.
Ever since his delimbing, Spyro only ever bottomed for his mistress and always she bred him deep.  After several weeks his ass was well-trained, driving full to the hilt with Cynder's hips clapping against his.  A steady rhythm filled the old ritual room, formerly for rites of sorcery but now the only spell she ever needed was already cast upon him.  A spell of submission and worship, one through a gentle love, without a single touch of magic.
Spyro's face was warped in pleasure, the first inch of his mistress giving him ecstasy with a hard spurt of trembling pre.  His belly once golden was riddled with scars, a tarnished grey with yellow tint, a disgraced armour left to rust like a cheap broken vase.  Cynder's slamming thrusts shook his entire body, his stumps waggling in bliss while his tail swished between her back legs.  Her rubbery spear punched his prostate with unerring accuracy, knowing her slave's weak points like the back of her paw as she leaned over him with a queenly smile, watching his gasping face become wracked in pleasure.
Cynder's slamming thrusts shook his entire body, his stumps waggling in bliss while his tail swished between her back legs.  Her rubbery spear punched his prostate with unerring accuracy, knowing her slave's weak points like the back of her paw as she leaned over him with a queenly smile, watching his gasping face become wracked in pleasure.
        "Mmmph...such a good male you are, so obedient for your mistress."
        "Haaah, a-aaah!  Mistress, I-i love...e-everything you are."
        "Good."  She kissed him sweetly.  "You only have me yes?  Nothing in this world matters anymore but me, myself, and I, yes?"
        "MMMPH, a-ahuh!  I want to be yours, forever and ever, m-make me yours my queen!"
        "Even if I rip off your wings?"  She stomped her front feet on them.  "Even if I pluck out your penis, and leave you nothing but a wyrm wriggling in the dirt beneath my paws?"
        "YES!  YEEEES!" Spyro bucked even harder.  "T-TAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I WAS, I'M YOUR FILTHY WYRM!"
Incensed by the threat of approaching pain he came on himself, spraying his seed plentifully in hot luscious streams that painted his scarred belly and neck.  The clenching suck of anal walls round the strap-on made Cynder cum in turn with her servant's bliss, moaning as she dripped into the cobbles.
        "Ohhhhh...ohhhh Spyro...such a good boy you are."
A few last thrusts milked his prostate good before pulling back, sighing as she pulled out with a hefty pop and grabbed two different tools from the rack.  She kept the strap-on equipped as she mounted her slave, making sure he watched that slick rubbery length bounce above him with dominant aura.
        "Roll over, little puppy."
        "Y-yes, mistress."
He did so to expose his wings, the neck restraint giving enough slack to roll on his side and stretch his remaining limbs.  Splendid golden-orange wings with a membranous texture, gorgeous folds of leathery scale that she stroked across with fascination.
        "Beautiful," Cynder sighed, "these will look perfect over the mantle.  Alright...say goodbye to your last fears of freedom."
        "Yes my queen," he moaned, "I'm...I'm glad to be yours, I don't want to be free again."
The tools she brought were a set of pliers and a sharp knife, clamping the wing's base with one paw befoer sawing with the other.  Spyro whimpered with a growing pain, the crack of the pliers snapping the bone as he screamed in whimpering sobs.  The knife would peel away the rubbery cartilage, whilst the tongs crunched through the marrow and twisted one wing free.
Placing it in front of Spyro, Cynder made certain he was fully aware of his fate to be fully delimbed before working on the next.  Somehow the second wing hurt more, a trembling moan as the failure spurted wet pre on his thigh.  One cracking twist snapped the membrane free as he felt his back being pulled, a pair of bloody stumps twitching with their loss.
        "Perfect," the dragoness offered him both wings, "look how pretty they are without you.  Don't worry, every day you can see them above the fireplace, reminding where you belong."
        "H-haaaah...aaaah," tears came to his eyes, "they look...s-so beautiful."
        "Did that hurt more or less than your legs?"
        "Less...s-so much less but...still just as wonderful my queen."
        "Good boy."  She kissed his lips.  "Now let's take the last piece of your so-called masculinity."
Putting back the knife and pliers, she grabbed an odd silver device that resembled a buttplug with handle.  But when she clenched her paw, it snapped open like a flower to reveal a long nail in its centre.
        "This will make certain every last bit of your malehood is gone forever.  What do you say?"
        "Haaah...m-mmmmph, m-mistress," he spurted harder with pre, "I-i-i'm not...is it too much?"
        "Look at your body.  Look how it's drooling in anticipation, begging me to castrate you.  You've already lost your limbs, your wings, your entire life belongs to me and you've never looked back.  You've become much happier than ever before, so what do you have to lose from this last part of your worthless inferior male body?"
        "NNNNGH!  Haaah...a-alright!" the lust surged through his brain.  "Yes, yes, t-take it, take my cock, rip it out of me, rip my worthless malehood and let it die forever!"
        "Thank you."  She bent down to kiss him.  "I love you Spyro.  I love everything I took from you, and I love the pathetic state you've become."
        "I...I-i love it too, mistress."
His smile was ragged and uncertain, but fuelled by his love and desire twisting together, he spread his stumps as he rolled onto his back to let Cynder eviscerate him.  The cock-remover hung over him like a dagger of judgement, the dragoness using one paw to fiddle around his slit and stroke him off back to full hardness once again.
It never took long to get him erect, her touch always inciting him with a gooey throb as she licked her lips before pushing the nail downwards.  Lining it up carefully, she inserted the length into Spyro's glans and pushed down to the very hilt, the cold metal tingling down his entire spear with a discomforting feel.
It excited him, but also frightened him despite the pumping pre that thickened around the steel prick.  His cock overflowed with anticipation, Spyro's mistress gently twisting the nail inside to scrape around the circumference of the tube before clamping the device shut on his meat.  Trapped inside a cocoon of steel, the former hero watched as a strange sucking motion engaged.
At first was very pleasurable, like a machine fellating him as he bucked with panting bliss.  Then it became tighter, pushing into his slit and spreading it wider with a frigid push that made his thigh-stumps shiver.  He watched with a growing pain as the silver plug went to the root of his slit, almost fully stuffed inside with a groaning heave.
        "HNNNNGH!  Haaaah!  Th-that feels so...s-so cold!"
        "It's about to get colder," Cynder tittered, "do not fear, my sweet pet.  Soon you will become something much greater.”
With a hard pull of immense suction, Spyro felt the knotted base of his cock get clamped hard by the machine, and slowly sever the tissue from its foundations.  His slit was peeled inside out like a fresh orange, his cries of anguish rising higher to a bitter shriek as a thin red dripped out with his pre.  An odd twisting suck filled the inside of his slit, a panting sob through his lungs as Cynder pulled harder.
The gelding tool wrenched the knot free as one single shaft intact.  The last vestige of masculinity he lost with a screeching peal, the stumpy root left behind now spurting with orgasmic white, dribbling pathetically all down his thighs.
        "A-AAAAAAGH!  AAAAAAAARGH!  MISTRESS!  OHHH, ANCESTORS IT HURTS!"
        "Yessss," she chuckled, "be brave for me my little hero...it'll all be over soon.”
        "A-A-A-AAAAAAAARGH!"
The sucking tug of her tool caused more of his slit to hollow, along with severing the strands of his internal testes to render him truly impotent.  The plug-shaped instrument soon pulled free from the slit, now an empty hole like a scooped oyster shell, the fallen hero gasping with tears in his eyes.
        "Look at that," Cynder grinned, "all you ever were, nothing but a lump of meat."
        "Haaah, ha-aaah...m-m-mistress...you really did."
        "Yes my little pet," she cooed stroking his face, "now you're nothing...just like a male should be.  In fact, I have an extra treat for you, thanks to your significant contribution."
She opened the tool once again to show Spyro's cock impaled on the steel length, bloody and dripping, spitroasted like a kebab with its last muscular twitches writhing in a final anguish.  The saviour felt a phantom pain rippling through his crotch, a hollow crimson canyon that twisted between his stumps, almost breathing with his muscles.
This was the true emptiness he had been waiting for, bereft of everything he was now a worthless sack of scales.  The abscessed slit burned his entire lower body, as Cynder carefully put away her servant's severed meat in a special box.


After his full and complete emasculation, Spyro was carried back to bed by his mistress and given absolute care in healing his wound.  The abscessed slit gaped with agony still deep in his belly, cloth stuffed inside to stymie the bleeding that made Spyro look even more inferior a eunuch.  And yet still he was happy, that smile he saw from Cynder made everything worth it as he rolled up against her in a deep cuddle.
The more of his dragonhood he lost, he more complete he felt in his new life.  Somehow, the loss of all that made him a proud noble drake, reducing him to a wyrm and lowly pet, gave his spirit such peace in his new role.  Belonging to Cynder, a loyal plaything for her pleasure and only her.  It was the happiest he had ever been.
A month after his castration, they walked into town together with him straddled on her back, with drawn to his worthless state.  Sometimes he was left off and given chance to crawl on the cool grass, roaming and greeting other drakes who were concerned at his willing nullification.  But dragonesses saw the love between him and Cynder, his helpless joy and dedication to remain at her side that they started to envy.  Then came even more of a surprise as they went to Ember's place.
        "I thought you'd want to meet them while we're here," said Cynder.
        "Oh, that's nice!" Spyro slithered up to the door.  "Are they doing alright?"
        "Ohh yes.  It's just nice to keep up, we haven't seen them in a month yes?"
        "I was worried, Flame seemed to be rather...angry?"
        "You know how you males get,” she nuzzled him, “I’m sure it was nothing serious, just having one of those emotional days, I’m sure he’s forgotten by now and he's settled down."
        "Haha yeah, us males can be really dumb.”
She knocked on the door with front paw, the sound of clumping paws racing downstairs as Ember greeted them.
        "Cynder!  Spyro, come in, so good to see you!"
        "Hi Em!" the purple drake reared his head.  "Everything alright?"
        "Oh yes, it's great!  Flame's here too, come and see him!"
Stepping inside, Cynder walked with the dragoness whilst Spyro heaved his torso in.  In the stone-set house with charming living room, kitchen and upstairs beds, the first thing he saw was his orange friend in a much different place.  He was on the floor, just like him, with all his limbs removed as he squirmed towards him.
        "Flame?!  What...what happened?!"
        "I...well," he shuddered, "something happened.  It was a real bad accident."
        "It really was," Ember nodded struggling to hide her grin, "I warned him about going into that old cave a hundred times."
        "Ohhh, Flame," Cynder gasped following the bit, "that's terrible, I'm so sorry."
        "I-it...it's fine," the orange drake gritted his teeth, "hey uh, Spyro, can we talk, while the girls are doing their thing?"
        "Yes, that's a good idea, you can help him get adjusted to his...new life, whilst Ember and me set up lunch.  Such a terrible coincidence hmm?"
        "It really is," Spyro shook his head, "I can't imagine it happening to anyone else, let's go outside, the grass feels nice on our bellies."
Crawling out the door, Flame was much slower than the purple drake who gave him tips on coordinating his muscles.  The amber-scaled wym used his wings and his head to drag forwards, flapping his whole weight in desperate jumps like an oversized flea.
        "How did it happen?" asked Spyro in the sun.
        "I-it was...a cave-in," he muttered, "I was real lucky Ember was right there to help but...she had to cut my legs off, they all got pinned under the rocks."
        "Wow...all of them?  That's a real shame!"
        "Yeah...Ember came real quick, said she got worried and followed."
        "Ohhh Flame…thank the ancestors you’re safe thanks to Ember, you only lost your legs.”
        "Only my LEGS?!" Flame slammed his belly on the dirt.  "I can't go anywhere no more, I can't do ANYTHING without Ember's help, I feel like a stupid pet rock!"
        "Hey, don't worry!" Spyro nuzzled him.  "You can still have a life, just like me with Cynder!  You get so much more time to just be with them, and no one has to force you to make schedules or do stuff!"
        "No, Spyro this...this is weird."  Flame crawled over next to a tree.  "I think Ember and Cynder are planning something, to do with us."
        "What?!" snorted the failure.  "What do you mean?"
        "I'd been through that cave dozens of times, and the boulders all just happened to go off and trap my limbs right there?"
        "Well, you are reckless Flame, it had to happen eventually, Ember warned you!"
        "Spyro, listen to me."  The amber drake shoved his head closer.  "I don't care what you think about Cynder, but those two are up to something bad."
        "I don't think so," his friend shook his head, "I think you're just trying to deal with your new life, it takes time I know, you'll want to blame someone, anyone but eventually you just have to take it with dignity."
Frustrated and legless, Flame rolled on his side with a whimpering sob of frustration as Spyro nudged his belly.  Inside the house, the dragonesses were setting down lunch with meat and vegetables, watching their mates wriggling around in the garden.
        "I'm shocked you followed through," said Cynder, "even moreso it worked."
        "What do you mean?" Ember smirked.  "He went into the caves and the boulders happened to bury his legs."
        "So it was nothing to do with you?"  The dark mistress grinned.  "Your letter was wonderful to read, how has he been since the...accident?"
        "You were right," her friend set down two plates, "he's become a lot nicer and more willing to do things for me.  He's not happy about it but he can't do anything without me."
        "Exactly.  It's a better life for him and for you, he doesn't end up dead spelunking, and you have your own little pet, as males should be."
        "As they...SHOULD be?" Ember squinted.  "You really think Spyro and Flame are better like this?"
        "Don't you?" Cynder placed down two bowls on the floor.  "You just said he's nicer and more willing, it's better for males to just be dependent on us, it stops them getting into trouble.  You already helped him realise that, Ember."
        "Mmmmm...right."  The pink dragoness nodded.  "You're right...thanks for helping me realise, Cynder.  Hah, I almost wonder if Flash on the other side of town would do better without limbs too."
        "Maybe."  The black dragon grinned.  "Let's see how it goes."
She called out to the boys who crawled back in for lunch, catching looks from the other dragons who were startled to find not one but two legless wyrms scrabbling around.  Dragonesses were sympathetic at first, but then saw the joy in Spyro's eyes when he hopped in to nuzzle Cynder's leg.
The two males ate with ravenous need, slobbering up their bowls like mutts as the females sat at the table eating more politely.  Spyro kept teaching Flame how to move more easily, as well as the best stance to eat without choking and special grips with the teeth.
After lunch they said farewell, Cynder heading out to the town square with Spyro wiggling behind for the true purpose of their visit.  In previous times, the former hero had been part of council meetings to help relegate new expansions, or keep watch for any roaming bands of mercenaries.  But since his new fate, Cynder now took over the duties.
        "Are you sure I shouldn’t come in?” he asked as they approached the hall.  “I still have duties here.”
        "Don’t you worry,” she scritched his chin, “my little pet need not worry his dumb little head with politics anymore.”
        "Are you sure, Cynder?” he blushed at her words with a giddy grin.  “I know you can handle it, I just feel bad leaving it all on you.”
        "I’m certain dear,” she pulled out a leash and collar.  “Now you stay right here, mistress will be back soon.”
        "O-okay, I’ll wait here!”
Tying the wyrm to a post at the steps of the hall, Cynder walked inside with one last look at the legless mutt who wagged his tail.  His smile was vapid like his eyes, adorably helpless for the world to watch as she entered the council of local dignitaries.  Politics weren’t for boys, they were much too emotional to deal with them, such as Flame and his recklessness.  And if all went well today, soon they would never be for boys.
Various drakes welcomed her in, both male and female alike shuffling scrolls and conferring businesses to each other in the old stone house.  Sometimes a dragoness would offer a serving plan, and a male counterpart would brusquely interrupt with some adjacent contradiction.  Every time one of those deeper voices rumbled Cynder could feel a withering stare from a female somewhere in the room.  Throughout the whole meeting Cynder shivered with anticipation, the first step in her plan coming after the meeting was adjourned, and she gathered the females of the council to share news with each other.
        "Flame lost his legs too?!" gasped a red drake.
        "It’s terrible, I saw him with Ember," muttered a blue wyvern, “can’t imagine it ever happening.”
        "I can,” Cynder added,  "and, if I may be so bold, at least his terrible accident means that he’s less likely to run off causing problems.”
        "That's true," said a green dragoness, "he's always making a ruckus, dragging my son off into some nonsense like well-dipping or spelunking."
        "And he's much more attentive, have you noticed he’s never left Ember’s side?  He's totally dependent, not a hint of trouble."
        "Flash could do with that," snorted the blue wyvern, "every day he's off gallivanting, he drives me up the wall and half the time he brings back the wrong fish!"
        "He'd learn the difference between salmon and trout if he didn't have legs," said the red wyvern chuckling, "sorry I know that's terrible."
        "You're not wrong," Cynder waggled her brows, "they're still alive and happier for it, I think it's a vast improvement and Spyro himself agrees!"
        "Spyro does look much happier since, so obedient too."
        "Well…I know what one of you is thinking, and as someone with a male of my own in such a state, I can tell you that this was the best accident to ever have happen to him.”
        “You’re not saying what I…think you’re saying,” demurred the blue drake, “that sounds awfully vindictive.”
        “She’s just making a meal out of a fire,” said her scarlet friend, “I know what she means, even as weird as it is to say, imagine what Flash would be like actually being home with you all the time.”
        “Hmmmm…well, what exactly ARE we saying here?”
        “Well,” Cynder grinned pulling them close, “why not meet up at my chateau later, without the males interrupting us?”
The females looked to each other with growing intrigue.  A silent twitch, a gentle nod, subtle movements that said twenty things.  Occasionally a male passed them by, their eyes rolling or clicking their fangs in that typical way, which made Cynder sneer at them.  The others joined in her sneering until one of the dragonesses spoke.
        "We'll consider it, Cynder.  It would be nice to talk in a place…without males overhearing."
That was certainly a yes.  Spyro never heard a word of this, waiting happily outside with tail wagging as he curled up in the shade waiting to go home.  Flying back with her slave on her back, the dark dragoness grinned to herself at the seeds she had sown in the females' minds.
        "Did you have fun with Flame?"  She asked as they landed back in their fort.
        "Yes, it was great fun!" he wagged his stumpy rear.  "He was a bit sad about his new life, but I think he'll be okay."
        “That’s good,” she walked through the courtyard, “he seemed rather sullen, not taking to his new life as well as you?”
        “Well, I’m sure he’ll get used to it, I’ve been helping him with some tricks, little ways to move around better.”
        “Did he say anything about Ember while with you?  How has she been taking it?”
        “He…hah, said she was a lot happier actually,” he crawled into the stone halls, “he thought it would make things worse, you know, being a burden, not getting to go anywhere without your legs but she was fine with it!  She still loves him, maybe even more than before the accident.”
        "That's good to hear.  Tell me,” she stopped in front of him, “do you think other males would turn out better if they ended up like you?"
        "What…what do you mean, Cynder?
        “You’ve made my life happier since the accident, I have much less to worry about when you’re not off gallivanting risking life and limb.  Flame is the same, Ember is much happier too despite his new state.  Some would think it a disability, but if anything I think it’s an improvement for males like you.”
        “Improvement?”  Spyro rubbed his cheek on the floor.  “I mean…I am happier, my life feels much simpler now, I can’t really think of anything I’m missing.”
        “So what do you think?  Just…hypothetically, do you think males would be happier if they ended up like you?”
The wyrm squinted with a creaking jaw, rolling his eyes with the thoughts in his head all jumbling around as he tried to imagine others with the same fate as him.  Ember was happier, so was Cynder, the evidence was piling up and for whatever reason, he could not push himself to argue against.
        "It IS a lot better not having to worry about doing anything…just relying on you to be my body.  I think…you’re right, maybe they would be happier like me."
        "Hmhmhm, good pet," she patted him, "keep hold of that thought...for the future months I might need your support with a few ideas I'm going to push through council."
        "Really?"  He cocked his head.  "What sort of ideas?"
        "In due time," she smiled looking down at him, "let's rest by the fire for now."
        "Yes my mistress."
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