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Hello all, here's part 2 of that story series DinkyLizard commished me!  Things are getting a little more perverted now with Cynder gaining new powers over her so-called hero.  The last part I'm working on now and will be available next month, so hope you all enjoy!

The Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "writing": "Deep into the darkness peering, long did Spyro wait for his mistress once again. Tethered to his slab with torso bound by ropes, the legless wyrm trembled from the purr of Cynder's voice behind him.\n \"How are you feeling, my pet?\" she kissed his head. \"Do you feel much less of a hero than you once were?\"\n \"Yes, mistress,\" he whimpered twitching a smile, \"thank you again for...taking everything from me.\"\n \"Mmmm, my pleasure. But it wasn't just for you...today I want to show you something that you gave me.\"\nIn the dungeons below their mountain home, Cynder was conducting an experiment. A table had been set up in the past few days with a variety of strange concoctions, that filled the air with a male musk. A pot was in the centre that she added stuff to, and amongst the beakers Spyro recognised the calcified remnant of his penis, sitting pristine like an objet d'art, impaled on a metal spike.\nThe shaft with its twisting spire and hardened veins made the former hero clench in his new hole, a gnawing pain from remembering that blissful night one month back when Cynder severed the last vestige of his masculinity. Since then it had been preserved by her magic, put into a curing state and allowed to harden to a mineral state.\nBut Spyro remained a wretched maggot, legless and wingless, his testes severed but still left inside his body to let him pre. His genital slit was now a lovely red hole that had healed up to resemble a stiff velvet pussy, still lubricated by his male juices. Bubbling flames filled his ears as Cynder read from a book on a stand, walking back and forth on all fours, tapping claws on the page and mixing ingredients.\n \"A little perspicacea, some cumulosternums...ahhh, where did I put those Avalar herbs?\"\n \"Th-there, mistress,\" Spyro pipped, \"all the way on the left!\"\n \"OH, thank you dear!\" she snatched them up and into the pot. \"Enjoy looking at your former malehood, this'll be the last time you see it proper.\"\n \"What, what are you planning to do?\"\n \"Mmmmm now just you wait, it's a special surprise for my favourite failed hero.\"\nA twinge of pleasure shook through him. He loved being reminded as a failure of a hero, his submissive urges only further incensed by Cynder's months of training him. Not that he minded it one bit, so helplessly in love he was at her beck and call every moment of his new life. The dragoness stirred her small pot until it bubbled red, then pulled over the dead penis of her pet.\n \"Now watch closely,\" she giggled picking up a knife, \"and say goodbye to what was left of your worthless malehood.\"\nA meaty thunk split the shaft in twain, slicing it neatly from the top and exposing all of the rich whorls of meat in the cockflesh. Spyro groaned and spurted pre from his hole, his stumps twitching with a phantom anguish that he savoured when the gooey chop of Cynder's blade came down again and again.\nHis length was drawn and quartered, severed in four parts with a shrikking tear before Cynder put it in a mortar bowl and walked over to her pet. With a pestle she demonstrated, mashing the chunks of flesh in front of him so every pop, every twist and every squish made him shudder in ecstasy, lifting his lower body with another spurt.\n \"Goodness, you're like a mare in heat!\" she cackled. \"Someone's very excited for my new spell.\"\n \"H-haah, it...mmmph, looks delicious,\" he licked his lips, \"it's breaking up so easily.\"\n \"Had to prepare it some, need it to be as fine as possible for the true effects to come, that's just basic alchemy.\"\n \"I didn't know you studied that, when did you learn?\"\n \"Hahah...before.\" Cynder nodded knowingly. \"Magic inherent is one thing, but alchemy is the magic of the earth, the magic of nature, and whatever dragons can achieve, nature can do better. For example, did you know there are plants with both male and female parts?\"\n \"Really?\" Spyro gasped watching his dick get mashed. \"I mean, I knew they spread pollen to seed other plants, but they can be both?\"\n \"Some, yes,\" his mistress kept grinding the bowl, \"it's called monoecy, there are also some species of lizard that are entirely only female. You see, nature has realised that males aren't actually that necessary all things considered.\"\n \"N-no? What do you mean?\"\n \"All you need is a seed-bearer and a womb-bearer. But who says a female cannot be both? And, I don't know if you remember biology, but all creatures come from a womb, all creatures carry the female blood as a result.\"\n \"Ah...ah huh,\" the wyrm shook his head confused, \"I didn't really learn much about that at the temple, Cynder, I wasn't much of a scientist hah.\"\n \"Well I can teach you,\" she kissed him above his eye, \"for example, gynomonoecy is when plants have only female and hermaphroditic forms. Nothing truly male.\"\n \"Hermaphro-whah?\"\n \"Having both genders...it's an old scientific term, you'll have to forgive the texts for that. Anyways!\"\nShe produced the remains of his shaft, now a grounded mixture of hard peppery meat with snapped twisted veins.\n \"That looks all ready don't you think?\"\n \"Mmhmm!\" Spyro nodded. \"You're really good at that, heh, no wonder you're such a great cook!\"\n \"Hahaww, thank you Spyro. Alchemy and cooking have the same root after all.\"\nShe walked back to her pot and emptied the cockdust into it, scattering it over the surface where it turned the waters into a deep royal purple. Cynder cackled with glee, allowing a moment of joy as she watched the froth settle with sparks fizzing away before she dipped a glass into the goo. It was thick and runny with the scent of male, but underneath was a much stronger feminine musk that swirled her nostrils fierce like hot watermelon.\n \"Here's to my health,\" she raised it to Spyro.\n \"What is that?\" he asked. \"Is it medicine, you're not sick are you?\"\n \"Ohoho...no, dear pet. This...is my ascension.\"\nDowning the whole glass she gulped it greedily, emptying the whole pot with three fills of the pint and a deep sigh. A terrible belch escaped her, making Spyro giggle despite his predicament, though he was rather confused wriggling on his back.\n \"So, a-are we doing something today, mistress, or-\"\n \"No no, we're still on for your breeding,\" she waved her hand, \"I just had to...ready myself. And I wanted you to watch every single bit...of my new...hrrrkh.\"\nSomething twisted down her stomach, writhing like a pendulous worm as her muscles started to thicken. It was subtle at first, a small increase of height and a filling of the neck, but especially her back legs which turned bigger at the thighs. Spyro was confused, thinking at first it was some sort of strength potion, but it was much more than that.\nLifting her tail towards him, she gave a full view of her full transformation. A pelvic bulge grew with the crackling of scale, new ones added between the old that were split off in a painful stretch. Cynder felt her hips turn heavy, a growing, distending form engorging between her legs and she started to spurt from her female slit. Then, her pet saw a new slit form above it. Longer, thicker, flowering open to produce the peeking head of a prominent, familiar penis.\n \"Wh-wha...whaaaah?\" he sputtered blinking. \"C-cyn...Cynder, is that-\"\n \"Yes.\" She chuckled deep. \"Ohhhh...don't you recognise it Spyro? It was yours...now, it's mine, like every other part of your body...it belongs to me.\"\n \"That...that's amazing! It looks...wait, that looks bigger than-\"\n \"Of course it is. I improved it.\"\nHer laugh made him shiver with submissive glee, a terrible sorceress laugh she loved to put on for him but this time it was genuine. The dragoness spread her legs to give room for her sceptre, a growing pendulous spear that was now twice the size of Spyro's former member. Longer and larger, the rippling underside breathed with every pulse of new flesh, turning Spyro wetter than before at such a twisted idea that both of them had.\n \"You know what you've become?\" Cynder teased him. \"A cumsleeve for your queen, a cockholster, to bury myself into after a hard long day.\"\n \"Ha-aaah!\" her pet squirted from his gaping slit. \"M-mis, mistress, this...you look s-so beautiful, it looks so much better on you than me!\"\n \"I know.\" She swayed her hips for her new dick to smack against her thighs. \"Everything of your body looks better on me, a superior female.\"\n \"MMMPH, i-it really does, thank you for taking it, I'm...I'm so honoured it's yours now.\"\n \"Oh don't worry,\" Cynder turned towards him, \"you'll feel it inside you...again, and again.\"\nHer eyes glimmered with a swell of testosterone, a burning lust that fuelled her legs to almost run and pounce him. Her heavier back legs made walking a little odd, like wearing iron boots as she mounted him proper, and grinded her new shaft across his belly. Golden-bronze scales were soon covered in copious pre, her throbbing fat head glaring at Spyro as she pressed it to his lips.\n \"Kiss me,\" she ordered, \"kiss your new queen, and thank me for what I took.\"\n \"Tha...th-thank you,\" he smooched it gladly, \"mmmmh, thank you so much mistress, I-i love being your wyrm, your useless little pet.\"\n \"Mmmmh, that's a good boy...all boys should be like you, worthless...helpless...obedient.\"\nGrabbing his horns she reached over to stuff her cock down his throat, letting him taste the full head with a hard choke that made him cough with a trembling whimper. The purple failure sucked happily, swirling his tongue round the shaft and dragging over the ribbed underside with a gentle bob.\nHis mistress kept a grip on his horns and started fucking, getting a sense for the rhythm and savouring the tightness of his gullet. Every time he coughed or sputtered, she flexed her dick in his neck to grind against his muscles, pulling back to give him some breath before shunting back in. The tremors in her new parts excited her, the internal testes of her femalehood growing thicker with her superior magic.\nSpyro's eyes rolled up in heavenly bliss, his gulping coughs making Cynder shiver when her claws stroked his horns. The flexing serpent body underneath felt the grinding of her halberd, dragging across his belly wit ha terrible throbbing heat before she was lubricated enough by his spit. Even when she pulled back, Spyro tried to reach his tongue to taste that beautiful cock, lapping off the pre with a frail whimper.\n \"Good little wyrm,\" she chuckled sliding down his chest, \"are you ready to know your place proper?\"\n \"YES, yes!\" he nodded frantically. \"I-i want to be your...c-cocksleeve, mistress, please, make me yours, make me feel that beautiful queen cock of yours!\"\n \"Mmmmph...gods I love you my little failed hero.\"\nA long lick of her lips, she braced herself to push into his former cockslit, still opened wide to receive her as his walls trembled in pain. The first time he was fucked by a proper cock into his new pussy, the former dragon arched his back and wiggled the stumps where his wings had been in bliss at the strange sensation. It was different to that of anal, a more sensitive rippling through his genital depths, that Cynder plunged slowly to the very back of.\nWhat had once been the base of his shaft, now a clean stump in the core of his belly, was soon drenched in Cynder's juices spurting from her cockhead, draping across the wall of flesh that his internal testes remained behind. Their severed tubes kept spurting, lubricating the walls for her benefit to more easily fuck him, only managing half her length into before bottoming out.\nSpyro moaned like a female would, his eyes aflutter at his mistress looming over him. Her tongue dragged over his snout, slipping inside to taste her cock's pre as they kissed deeply, her hips pumping against his stumpy former legs. The sound of a heavy squish turned louder with each thrust, thickening to a copious stream that drooled down Spyro's pussy and trickled off his tail.\n \"MMMPH! Haaah...ohhh Spyro...such a wasted male you are.\"\n \"Hah, m-mmph, y-yes mistress,\" he breathed against her teeth, \"I was...n-never a good male.\"\n \"And even worse a hero...my sweet little wyrm, so eager to lose everything for me. I loved taking your cock, your wings, your very life to be mine, ohhh I never loved you more than this!\"\n \"A-AAH! NNNGH, I-I LOVE YOU TOO, OHH, CYNDER, RUIN ME, M-MAKE ME YOUR BITCH WITH YOUR MIGHTY COCK!\"\nThat almost set her over the edge, forcing herself to hold back and savour her first real fuck a little longer. Testosterone was a fickle beast, the dragoness trying to balance the pheromones in her with a harsh mental wall of restraint as she kept pounding his rear. Thicker their pre ran, her lover's slit squirting to his climax which came first.\nA howling mew escaped Spyro when he sprayed her, gushing his worthless male seed that had no means of reaching a female inside ever again, draped instead across her glorious sceptre. Cynder would cum in turn, only after her pet did to emphasise her strength, but also to drown his orgasm with her own. Her roar became much deeper in this moment, dominating Spyro fully whose own whimpering gasps were silenced beneath.\nA mighty flood of hot feminine seed sprayed from his new cunt, splashing between Cynder's legs in frothy white that splashed into the drains and spattered up his chest. His belly slightly bulged with the new seeding, her cum filling up his slit like a small deep puddle, when she pulled out in a heavy sigh of relief and a thickening pop that pulled at the slit.\n \"Mmmmph...perfect,\" she sighed, \"that was...just, simply perfect.\"\nShe walked with a stagger, feeling the energy drain from her climax as her legs buckled slightly. Spyro tried not to smirk, knowing exactly that sort of feeling once in his life from a good hard cumming, as he watched her meaty lance drip over the floor in thick powerful flexes.\n \"Thank you...for breeding me, mistress,\" he shivered ablush, \"I loved it so much, being your...cocksleeve.\"\n \"From now on you are,\" said Cynder kissing him, \"no more strap-ons, now you have the real thing, like you deserve as a good little whore for your queen.\"\n \"Y-yes...my beautiful queen.\"\n\nFrom this day forth, Cynder would become more rough in her lovemaking, her muscles now topped with an extra fraction of a hero's strength that would bruise her pet in the right places. Every once a week he gained scratches, clawmarks and discolorations that darkened his scales to blacker spots all with a winning smile. A trail of cum slithered in his wake, a slug debased, a sock for Cynder to empty in and toss away, figuratively speaking.\nSince his full castration, Spyro had become more dull in his senses, noticing things less even when Cynder talked openly in frot of him about her upcoming plans. Rarely did he ever speak up, and only then it was to ask for help which his mistress was always glad to give. She never let him suffer on his own, taking him everywhere she went, whether it was a meeting with ladies of the council, or down to the park where other dragons watched the hero's fallen state.\nThe only thing he could do was be mobile, and barely at that. When he needed water, Cynder would lift him to a font to drink like a puppy; when he was hungry, she would have to order, or else risk Spyro being stomped by the cafegoers between tables; and any street that was too steep to climb, she had to carry him up the hills or else risk him being exhausted.\nTo celebrate her new body, Cynder took her pet down to the beach, a sprawling beautiful curve of golden sands that felt wonderful on Spyro's belly. He had only been to the beach a few times since his new life, but he loved it every time, the sand much easier to slither through much to the discomfort of males around him. The females however took a different note, finding it oddly sweet how Cynder kept him close.\nIt was a balmy summer breeze with cool clear skies, the dragons relaxing on long blankets with large parasols dotting across the beach. Some were in the water splashing about, flinging magic spheres at each other that bobbed over the waves.\n \"Are you alright dear?\" she asked Spyro.\n \"Oh yeah!\" he gasped. \"I haven't been to the beach in so long, it's so nice today!\"\n \"That's good, now don't go in the water, it's not safe.\"\n \"Oh don't worry, I've been training how to swim, I-i used the puddles in the dungeon to practice so I can be in the shallows!\"\n \"Ohoh really?\" she patted his head. \"What a clever little thing, well if you're sure but I won't be too far if you want to swim.\"\n \"Okay, Cynder.\" He nuzzled up to her face. \"What do you want to do while here?\"\n \"Let's just relax a little,\" she led him on with the leash, \"find us a nice spot.\"\nSquirming through the sands, Spyro nodded to the other dragons who waved at him awkwardly, a mixture of heartwarming pity and discontent for the hero's current state. His smile was however clear to see, proud of his new form with tremendous stamina in his chest. A serpentine trail laid behind him as they found their spot, not too far from the other drakes close to the cliff walls.\nSunning herself on a towel she brought along, Cynder laid on her back with her beloved pet as the golden rays glistened across her scales. Dragons passing by would also see her new member, the pelvic bulge between her back legs twitching in the heat. Spyro himself fell straight to sleep, the quadraplegic letting himself recover as his stumps shone blackish-purple in the sun.\n \"Mmmmm, this is lovely,\" his mistress sighed, \"so glad we came out here...Spyro?\"\nHe was snoring away, the sun glistening across his face as she chuckled at his snoozing lips. No matter what state he was in, just seeing him happy in his dreams made her giddy.\n \"Oh, there she is!\"\n \"Cynder, helloooo!\"\nLooking down towards the beach, she recognised three dragonesses approaching, all wearing silver tiaras between their horns that signified them as members of the council.\n \"Hellooooo ladies,\" Cynder rolled on her side, \"how are you?\"\n \"Marvellous thank you,\" said the green drake, \"we wanted to ask something, if you have time?\"\n \"Did you...change something?\" asked the red councillor. \"You seem more...studly than usual.\"\n \"Ohhh yes,\" the black sorceress flexed her back legs, \"I changed my body some, see, Spyro was very kind to let me have his former...equipment.\"\n \"Wh-what?!\" gasped the blue dragoness. \"He let you...t-take his male parts, for yourself?!\"\n \"He's the sweetest little wyrm, yes.\"\n \"B-but, I thought that sort of thing was black magic, it-\"\n \"Alchemy, actually.\" Cynder grinned wide. \"Not black magic, that wouldn't be proper, would it?\"\n \"She's got you there Azora,\" the crimson drake bumped her friend, \"don't you remember the experiment with the frogs back in class?\"\n \"Oh you know I can't touch those things!\" Azora cringed shaking her sapphire head. \"Ghastly little things, with those big eyes and, tongues and, yucch!\"\n \"It's most impressive I have to say,\" said the jade dragon leaning in, \"does it...all work?\"\n \"Well,\" Cynder stroked down her wine belly, \"I could wake my little pet and give you a demonstration, Verdalie.\"\n \"UHH, n-not today thanks.\"\n \"HAH!\" the red dragon shook her head. \"Looking redder than me are you?!\"\n \"Oh be quiet Scarletta,\" the emerald Verdalie snapped at her, \"anyways we came on business, briefly you understand. We wanted to confirm a few details from our last meeting at your castle.\"\n \"Oh don't call it a castle,\" the black dragon waved her paw, \"it's more of an outpost, but yes I would love to discuss some things.\"\n \"So,\" Scarletta sat beside, \"we took your ideas on board, and we managed to eke out two of the males with a few...suggestions.\"\n \"Ohhhh? Do tell!\"\n \"Firstly, you remember Agarius? He has a real thing for having his...parts, beaten and abused. So one thing led to another and he's under our claw.\"\n \"Oh how fortunate!\" Cynder clasped her front paws. \"How did you convince him to abdicate?\"\n \"Personal difficulties,\" the red dragon smirked tenting her claws, \"I already had the occasional liaison with him to entertain his...vices, so it was very easy to make him.\"\n \"Easier than mine,\" said Verdalie rolling her eyes, \"Partrelli is such an asinine fool, he's worse than Volteer with his damn books but I managed to coax him away.\"\n \"How did you do that?\" Azora craned her neck. \"I thought he hadn't been erect in years!\"\n \"Well, he still likes a dragoness as much as the next male, thankfully I managed to match his wordplay to put him in a...bind, of the sort he enjoyed physically.\"\n \"Ooooh!\" Scarletta shot up like a palm tree. \"He's that kinky is he?\"\n \"You'd be surprised how many males are,\" Cynder rubbed close to her slit, \"and I can confirm having this big boy has certainly strengthened my vices.\"\n \"What do you mean?\"\n \"That all you have to do to control a male...is exactly how easy you think it is. Shall I demonstrate?\"\nShe tapped Spyro's head to wake him up, the wyrm having heard some of the conversation as he plopped his head on Cynder's belly.\n \"Hi ma'ams! How are you?\"\n \"Ohh wonderful thank you!\" Azora bowed. \"Are you doing well, Spyro?\"\n \"I am, it's a beautiful day huh?! You all doing okay?\"\n \"Better than ever,\" said Verdalie chuckling, \"Cynder was just having a discussion with us.\"\n \"Oh, yeah I heard something about Agarius...abdicating? What happened?\"\n \"He has some problems,\" Cynder patted him, \"male problems, something you used to know, but thankfully Scarletta's taking his place on the council head.\"\n \"That's nice of you!\" Spyro grinned. \"You'd be taking on a lot more work though.\"\n \"Oh don't worry,\" the crimson dragon waved her hand, \"us females were always better at multitasking.\"\n \"Heyyy, I can multitask too! I can crawl AND eat at the same time!\"\n \"AHAH, hahaha, that's nice dear, we're very proud of you.\"\n \"Speaking of,\" the mistress patted her pet, \"I'm a little pent-up, could you...fix that, dear?\"\n \"Fix...that?\" the purple wyrm gasped at her thickening slit. \"B-but...Cynder, we're in public!\"\n \"And?\" she chuckled rolling her eyes.\n \"Well...we've never done that before, I mean, dragons shouldn't be doing that outside it feels...rude.\"\n \"That's true,\" her hand pressed down on her head, \"good thing you're not a dragon anymore, aren't you...my little wyrm?\"\n\nThe wyrm blushed with a hot shiver, his eyes sparkling with illegal excitement as he looked to the councillors who were oddly expectant. Their eyes seemed to demand a performance, and with a tempering look from Cynder, he crawled up to her slit, and began to pleasure his love in front of other dragons. The councillors watched agasp at the former hero stuffing his snout into her bulge, lapping across her belly and stuffing his tongue into the musky slit. Such a powerful scent that his own body recognised, yearning for that taste from the days of his self-pleasure.\nNow his own new pussy dripped with the weaker scent, staining the towel and the sands behind him when the thickening shaft sprouted free. The dragonesses were shocked, Azora and Verdalie blushing to turn away whilst Scarletta stared on with fascination. Cynder stretched out her paws and moaned looking down upon her pet, his tongue slobbering all over her gorged luscious blood-red lance.\n \"Gooood boy,\" she chuckled, \"ohhh you're such a sweet wyrm for mistress.\"\n \"Mmhmm,\" he gasped, \"you taste so good I-i...hah, I love your cock inside me.\"\n \"Hahaha, oh my ancestors!\" Scarletta snickered. \"He doesn't even care!\"\n \"Not at all,\" Cynder patted him, \"why should he care, he's just a wyrm after all.\"\n \"How did you even,\" Azora trembled, \"he's so different than before, so brazen!\"\nA smile crept over her face regardless, her legs tightening with a trembling drip down her thigh that Verdalie flinched from the sight of. But in turn she found her own slit dripping from the swelling halberd sprouting free from Cynder's body, the head swallowed by her pet without hesitation.\nSpyro gulped with whorish little sounds, bobbing down deep as he could before he started choking. Cynder let him go at his own pace, his eyes closed and her paw on the back of his neck to keep him steady on top of her. Such odd sounds he made compared to his usual self, like a hatchling begging for food as she fed him her milk.\nHot precum dripped from his maw, copious amounts with her newfound virility that dribbled down her stomach and filled up his throat to almost choking. When he pulled back to breathe and swallow, Cynder pushed him back down to choke him harder as other dragons looked on in shock. Some were disgusted, whilst others aroused at the purple wyrm openly whoring himself.\n \"Such a good little thing,\" Cynder cackled, \"you like that cockmilk don't you?\"\n \"Mm-mmhmm-GLRRK! MMMRRK!\"\n \"Shhh, don't struggle...open your throat, let mistress inside you.\"\n \"Good...sweet ancestors,\" Verdalie rubbed between her legs, \"he's really going down on her like a...c-common harlot!\"\n \"Not bad for a hero,\" Scarletta grinned feeling herself, \"nice to see a male go down on a dragoness for once.\"\n \"Oh it certainly is,\" said the mistress tightening her grip, \"they have such perfect throats to sheath yourself in, I can see why males love having them.\"\n \"Used to have them...don't suppose you'd share the recipe for that?\"\n \"Wha-SCARLETTA!\" shrieked Azora stumbling back. \"I-it's one thing to watch but another to act-\"\n \"Oh spare me your high-ground politics, you know what you want.\"\nWith the councillors looking on, Spyro swallowed halfway down before he was suffocating, his purple face turning black in his puffy cheeks before Cynder let him pull back with a heaving cough. He smiled regardless, lapping all over the glossy head as more dragons peeked in with mutterings of \"disgraceful\", \"things used to be so much more dignified before Malefor\" and \"well I guess it's better than being enslaved under darkness\".\nThe dragonesses were enjoying the show much more than the males, who snarled with a cringing discomfort at Spyro's state though one or two were getting certainly aroused by a pure fascination. Cynder saw those males with a piercing gaze, a flashing grin startling them to look away with their slits unfurling to reveal their erections.\nShe was winning every day, each little step of success in normalising this behaviour, for her degenerate slut. The fallen hero slavishly sucked down the spear, kissing over the length and smothering the swollen base with dozens of kisses. When his mistress started throbbing, he went back to the glans and sucked on it desperately, the sorceress gasping a stilted roar as she bucked her hips inside and fed him her hot seed.\n \"HAAAH, a-aaah! Ohhhh, ohhh yes, that's a good little boy.\"\n \"Disgusting,\" muttered an elder male, \"he used to be a hero, what in gods' name happened to him?\"\n \"He wouldn't have been forced to,\" said his wife, \"Cynder is a good respectable lady, you really think Spyro would allow her to do such things?\"\n \"She could still be some kind of warlock.\"\n \"That's absurd, the masters wouldn't allow her to be if she was, or Spyro!\"\n \"But dearest I don't think tha-\"\n \"Why can't you just accept he's happy living his post-hero life the way he wants, and she's helping him fulfil it?!\"\nA dozen arguments such as this would sprawl out across the beach, every one having an opinion on Spyro's new condition versus Cynder's motivations. But Spyro did not care, swallowing fat dollops, his throat undulating with every throb of his mistress' shaft.\nA tingling in his mind wanted to alert him to the odd discussions he had heard in his half-sleep, something about the males in the council but his brain was too foggy. The taste of cock was overwhelming, and with the loss of his limbs he found it harder to think straight, having to spend so much energy just travelling from place to place.\nAll he cared about was satisfying his mistress, popping his snout off her cock with a hefty shlorp and cummy strands down his lips. He waggled his way up to her face, the two sharing a kiss that caused most of the males to storm off in disgust, whilst the dragonesses tittered in delight at the snowballing.\n \"Mmmm, well, what do you think?\" asked Cynder to the councillors.\n \"I...I think that,\" Verdalie grinned with wicked smile, \"we shall talk more on our future elections...my dear Cynder.\"\n \"Yes,\" Scarletta bowed, \"we'll be handling the other males and keep you updated. Azora, it's your turn remember?\"\n \"O-oh, yes,\" the blue dragon bowed in turn, \"I have been well, staking out the vice-head of the council, since Agarius isn't around to strengthen his position he will be...much...easier.\"\n \"Then we shall meet again,\" said the black dragoness stroking her pet, \"have a lovely day, my dear council.\"\n\nAfter their sojourn at the beach, the next two weeks had Cynder busy with her duties at the civic hall. Every day Spyro would wait outside, a dutiful little thing leashed to the side and rolling against the cobblestones. Had he been more aware of things and not just dozing off in the shade, he would have counted less males entering the building than usual, and a wider smile from all the dragonesses leaving.\nBut his mind was elsewhere, foggy and beholden in the dregs of his former masculinity, his once golden-bright scales now a dull bespackled grey, covered in chips and flecks of the pavement to be as dull as his mind. What little testosterone he had was fading away, the ocean of strength now a shallow puddle that he floundered within like a helpless, happy fish in a bowl. But he wasn't the only one to lose his senses that week.\nBack at their mountain chateau, Spyro and Cynder received Flame and Ember once again, the black dragoness preparing the food whilst Spyro tended to the flame on the floor like a living bellows. Even the most defective of whelps had a little ember in their lungs, as lunch was soon ready.\n \"Heeere you are,\" Cynder put down two bowls, \"get your strength back after that long flight.\"\n \"Thanks,\" snorted Flame, \"not like I was the one flying.\"\n \"Don't be rude,\" said Ember sitting at the table, \"sorry, he's still getting used to all this.\"\n \"That's fine,\" the sorceress patted him, \"Spyro took a long time as well, but I'm sure he'll be glad to help you, won't you my dear?\"\n \"MMM, absolutely!\" the purple wyrm chomped through his meat. \"The trick's in your chest, you have to angle your ribs with a big push opposite of your tail, like a diagonal!\"\n \"No, I got that,\" the orange beast rolled his eyes, \"just...sucks, you know?\"\n \"It's a little hard at first, I know, but you'll see how much better it is when you have so much less to worry about.\"\n \"He's right Flamey!\" said the pink dragon eating her steak. \"I don't mind helping you around, it's nice being with you and just relaxing in the park.\"\n \"Mmmm...but don't you miss just being able to walk, go flying, just...doing what you want?\"\n \"Well...I used to.\" Spyro drooped in his stumps. \"It was nice doing all those things but, Cynder has been the best thing that ever happened to me. And honestly, since the day I became her pet, I haven't been as sad, or angry, or scared as I used to be. I'm just happy now...the happiest I've ever been.\"\nHis smile disturbed Flame who was still not convinced, but exhaustion overcame him as they started dinner. The dragonesses sat on cushions at the table, whilst the whelps were on the floor eating out of bowls. Spyro had learned the technique of keeping it in place, whilst Flame dunked his head in and sucked the food into his mouth.\n \"Mmmm, oh this is great!\" gasped Ember. \"What spice are you using?!\"\n \"Dervinnier,\" Cynder nibbled at hers, \"Spyro found them while we were out roaming the fields, very well hidden, close to the ground, I would never have found them without his worm's eye view.\"\n \"Wow, it tastes so good, great find Spyro!\"\n \"Thanks!\" the former hero looked up from his bowl. \"We went to the beach a while back, the sand feels great on your belly, you should go down there sometime Flame!\"\n \"Mmmm, I do like the beach,\" his fellow wyrm slumped on the rim, \"but I don't like going outside, it's hard to think, everyone keeps staring at me and, even my wings get tired.\"\n \"You can't really fly without legs anyway, you know I had mine removed!\"\n \"Wait...what?!\"\n \"Right over there,\" Cynder pointed to Spyro's wings on the mantle, \"we decided it was best, two unnecessary limbs that made too much trouble, too much effort for him.\"\n \"Oh my gosh,\" Ember clapped her cheek, \"that...I THOUGHT something was different about you Spyro, are you okay?!\"\n \"Oh I'm fine, I wanted it!\" he went back to scarfing his food. \"Mmmph, they were getting in the way, Cynder helped me get rid of them.\"\n \"Wh...what?!\" Flame reared his head like a cobra. \"Spyro, WHAT!? What the-that's insane!\"\n \"What, no it's not, they were weighing me down!\"\n \"They were your WINGS, that's like, what is she gonna take away your flame breath next?!\"\n \"Naaaah, she can't do that,\" Spyro shook his head, \"she needs me for the cooking!\"\n \"...whatever.\" Flame dug in to his food suddenly tired again. \"So this uhh...this steak huh?\"\n \"Wanna know the secret?\" his fellow wyrm winked. \"You take a deep breath, flame it for twenty seconds at medium, then another twenty seconds at pure hot. That helps even out the crispiness inside and out.\"\n \"Huh...you're pretty good with your meats.\"\n \"It's almost like he's thinking better,\" Ember giggled nibbling away, \"maybe thanks to him not thinking with his other meat...unlike a certain other dragon I know.\"\n \"In a former life, yes,\" Cynder grinned with slitted eyes, \"and I have to say, having my own, I can definitely see the appeal.\"\nShe demonstrated by spreading her back legs, standing up off the cushion to let Flame and Ember see. The bulge was a beautiful black lump with a gorged slit that made the pink dragoness shiver in delight, but her orange friend cringed with even greater disgust.\n \"Let me guess,\" he snarled, \"she helped you with that?\"\n \"Mhmmmyup!\" beamed Spyro with meaty lips. \"I wasn't using it anyway, it's more fun when mistre-uh, C-cynder is on top.\"\n \"Oh come on, seriously? You can't keep ONE thing about you, what is the point then?!\"\n \"I mean...I, it was my choice Flame.\"\n \"Was it really?\" The amber wyrm leaned over their bowls. \"Did you really want all this, losing your wings, losing your...thing-\"\n \"Penis,\" Cynder leaned in, \"we're all grownups here.\"\n \"I-i just...I dunno, sorry I'm tired.\"\n \"That's alright dear, you're only a male.\"\nFlame looked up with a shock and outrage, piercing Cynder with a venomous stare and wanting to march right up to her. But then Ember started laughing, nodding in agreement, and the orange wyrm slumped in dismay. He wasn't expecting his friend to be so callous, so accepting of this wretched state with the loss of his limbs. And now his carer, the one he relied upon for everything in life, he almost felt was mocking him. Or maybe, maybe he was being too arrogant, too unthankful for what he had. His mind clouded, a sudden exhaustion rolled like the fog, and he slumped rolling to his side.\n \"I know!\" cried Ember. \"How about you two do some wrestling like the old days?!\"\n \"What?\" Flame squinted.\n \"Remember how you would wrestle Spyro all the time, you two loved it! Why not try some new techniques in your new life?\"\n \"That's a great idea Ember!\" Spyro pipped up. \"You want to Flame? Come on, we used to wrestle all the time, and I usually won! I bet you can't beat me now!\"\n \"With what?\" the orange wyrm wiggled his stumps. \"How do you even pin someone down without paws?!\"\n \"Why not find out?\" Cynder licked her lips. \"Unless you're chicken...where's that reckless spirit gone to hmm? You always dared to be the strongest, don't tell me you lost it.\"\n \"I didn't lose anything, I'm...I-i'm still a dragon!\"\n \"Prove it then! We'll watch and referee, in fact, if you can beat Spyro I will give you an extra steak.\"\n \"...deal!\"\nThey finished up their food and licked their lips, the two wyrms slithering opposite of each other in a slow circle as their mates sat to one side, on couch made of wood that was stuffed with more cushions. Psyching himself up, the orange wyrm shook his tail like a snake ready to strike, Spyro keeping his cool with practiced flex of his hips.\nWhen they closed the distance they looked like two snails kissing, slamming their horns into each other and grinding chests as one rolled the other. A scuffle ensued as they tried to bite each other, locked stumps against stumps and anytime one was pinned, the dragonesses counted. But they were both strong males, despite all they had lost, and Flame had the advantage of his wings to push himself upright and buffer Spyro away.\nBut Spyro was more experienced. Despite his weaker state and the atrophy of his muscles, he utilised his new body well, slithering like a fat snake across the dunes to be much more agile, such as knowing exactly how to use his muscles to bunch up and slam his head in Flame's chest. Like a cocked rifle he pulled back his neck, and punched through the ribs to make the amber wyrm stagger, rolling on his back to get mounted.\n \"Go on Spyro, get him!\" cried Cynder. \"Show that wyrm how strong my little pet is!\"\n \"Come on Flame just beat him!\" Ember shouted. \"Push up with your wings, push up push up!\"\n \"Gods this is fun, isn't it, look how happy they are! It's almost like old times isn't it?\"\n \"It is, actually! And without worrying about those two running off so it's even better!\"\n \"I'm glad to hear,\" the dark dragoness leaned in, \"they look so...primitive don't they? Like two wild apes wrestling each other in the dirt, stripped of all their excessive needs like true males should.\"\n \"Mmmm...yeah...it's like seeing them truly naked.\"\n \"Speaking of which,\" Cynder turned to her as the wyrms kept fighting oblivious, \"have you thought about what we were saying before?\"\n \"About...the new society?\" the pink madame licked her lips. \"I mean, I'm not on the council, I don't know how it would work-\"\n \"I can induct you, as a fellow dragoness who understands how males should be. There's such trouble when they're unsupervised, always marching off, getting into fights, spelunking in caverns and wasting precious resources for their own macho agenda.\"\n \"Well, I mean, Spyro's not like that is he?\"\n \"Wasn't it Spyro who wanted to map out the caves?\" Cynder sneered cocking her head. \"You said it yourself, Flame has been much more civil, much more well-behaved, what if we could spread this joy to other dragonesses?\"\n \"With like...the same accidents?\"\nEmber's snout crept into a guilty smile, one that transformed into her friend's more blatant glee. Something turned wet in her nethers, a puffing of her lips as the pink dragoness twitched something funny in her parts. It was this point that something clicked, Spyro's head shot up in the midst of the struggle when he heard the last sentences between the ladies. A flicker of concern was all it took, for him to lose this match as Flame pinned him.\n \"HAH, Y-YEAH, STAY DOWN!\"\n \"GUH, F-FLAME, WAIT!\"\n \"NAH-UH-UH, YOU'RE MINE NOW!\"\n \"[i]ONE! TWO! THREE, YOU'RE OUT![/i]\" the ladies cackled.\nThe orange wyrm cheered as he grinded his body harder on his friend, panting into his face and pushing his stumps against the purple scales. Spyro laid on his back, tail smacking the ground as Flame flexed his torso, using the wings to correct himself.\n \"Well done!\" cried Cynder. \"Shame my pet lost his focus, but what can you do?\"\n \"What do I win?!\" shouted Flame.\n \"Well...you're practically beasts, how about...you get to breed him?\"\n \"Beast, wha-what are you...wait, no, what?!\"\n \"OOOH!\" Ember gasped with a heavy blush. \"Ohoho Cynder you NAUGHTY!\"\n \"Wait, wait I didn't agree to this!\"\n \"Why not?\" Spyro asked slightly offended. \"You don't like me, I thought we were friends!\"\n \"What, no I mean, yes!\" Flame shook his head. \"Of course we're friends but I didn't, I mean, not like that-\"\n \"Mmmm why not? You forgot that time we fooled around in Deadnewt Drop?\"\n \"...that was different.\" The amber wyrm shook his head with a groan. \"This is...this is too different now.\"\n \"Why does it have to be?\" Spyro kissed his head. \"I'd still want to.\"\n \"But the...the girls are watching.\"\n \"We don't mind!\" Ember called from the couch. \"You won Flamey, just do your thing.\"\n \"U-uhh...okay.\"\nSpyro helped his friend get in the mood with gentle smooches, the adrenaline too much to bear as their male musk swelled around their nostrils. Spyro's was much weaker than before, resulting in Flame's musk overwhelming as their tongues met in a soft suckling whimper. The heat of their bodies in turn caused Flame to be hard, whilst Spyro's pussy squirted some thick pre down their bellies.\nFrom his slit the orange wyrm produced his shaft, which now made a bigger problem in that it wedged between their bodies and caused them to roll briefly. They focused on kissing to not lose their momentum, a rising passion with dancing tongues and suckling thick saliva. Flame shifted his hips with the greatest effort, trying to find some hole, anyhole to stuff into.\nHe didn't realise Spyro had two ready for him, the purple beast angling himself with a flex of his lower stumps to line their bodies up. It had been months since Flame had been intimate, and as a result he forgot the lack of legs to help steady his body. Constantly slipping past the pussy, Flame scraped around the sides and kept plucking the lips of the gaping slit.\n \"Look at him,\" Cynder grabbed a bottle of wine, \"is he like this at home?\"\n \"Mmmm, no,\" Ember scratched her chin, \"he hasn't tried since he lost his limbs.\"\n \"Have a drink,\" she offered a glass and filled two up, \"Avalar-brand, very fruity.\"\n \"Oooh thanks!\" the pink lady sipped up. \"Oh that's nice, so yes he hasn't been intimate with me in months.\"\n \"You might as well have him neutered,\" Cynder giggled, \"Spyro didn't mind, he knew he wasn't going to make it work so he gave me his.\"\n \"And how...is it?\" Ember pointed to her crotch. \"What's it feel like?\"\n \"Wouldn't you like to know.\"\n \"A-AAAH, HAAAH!\"\nThey were alerted to Flame penetrating at last, his shaft now to its fullest as he plunged into Spyro's cunt. The fallen hero whinged with happiness, hugging his friend with his stumps as Flame started fucking proper. Without as much strength in his thighs, the amber wyrm could not thrust so much as wriggle into his friend's body.\nSpyro helped him with his thrusts by bucking with him, his genital slit clenching with the few muscles it had left to pull him in deeper. It was a startling sensation that felt more muscular than a pussy, Flame struggling to comprehend the feel as he grinded back and forth. Like two serpents trying to mate, their huffing gasps and panting whimpers excited their mates who drank wine and sat back.\nOut of respect and some social exhaustion, Cynder did not turn hard, but her slit flowered enough to make Ember gasp with intrigue at the sight. The black dragon grinned with a soft wink, the sounds of their mates struggling to fuck harder with wiggly stumps. Sputtering pre filled out of Spyro's slit, drenching the floor as thick male juices webbed between them.\nDeeper they kissed, hungering to a swift climax from how pent-up Flame had been for months. A shameful premature eruption as he moaned longfully, pumping his friend's male pussy to the brim with hot bubbling semen, frothing white to spill over the tail.\n \"M-MMMHHH, AAAAH! S-SPYRO, AAAAH!\"\nThe wyrm in violet shivered with glee, clenching his stumps with a groan as he came in spurts from his severed testes. With hot drooling jizz they collapsed against each other, a struggling wheeze from the orange wyrm as his cock flexed inside the other dragon's slit.\n \"Haaah...how...how was that?\" Spyro asked.\n \"N-nnngh...weird,\" muttered Flame, \"but...damn I needed that.\"\n \"Heheh...you did great.\"\n \"Awhaww you precious thing,\" Cynder demurred, \"they get along so well in their new state.\"\n \"They do,\" Ember sighed, \"maybe that's what he needs, some more time like this with Spyro. But I think we should be getting home, Flamey's all tuckered out, aren't you?\"\n \"Ohhh yeah,\" he sighed trying to pull off, \"s-sorry I...I um, haven't been able-\"\n \"Oh it's fine don't worry!\" she picked him up with a shlorping pop. \"Let's get you cleaned up and we'll fly off okay?\"\n \"O-okay, thanks.\"\nWith a yawn he curled up in his friend's embrace, Ember cleaning him off with a towel that Cynder provided. Flame fell asleep as he was put on Ember's back, who wished her hosts a good night and thanks for the dinner. Spyro took a moment to catch his breath, his slit a gushing puddle.\n \"That was lovely, yes?\" Cynder wiped down his belly. \"I think we should be off to bed too.\"\n \"Mmhmm,\" her pet simpered, \"damn...didn't think Flame was...that horny.\"\n \"Hmhmhm, you're a good friend,\" she kissed his lips, \"do you need help, or can you follow?\"\n \"No no, I'm good,\" he rolled onto his belly, \"but...can I ask something, Cynder?\"\n \"Of course dear, let's get to bed first.\"\nThey walked and crawled to their room, a trail of jizz behind his sluggy body that his mistress cleaned up. Once they reached their bed, the dragoness draping herself on the sheets, Spyro heaved himself up with biting teeth and lunged to roll against her belly.\n \"Goood boy,\" she kissed him again, \"now, what did you want to ask?\"\n \"I was...well, hearing what you and Ember were saying about males, and something about...spreading joy to the other dragonesses?\"\n \"Ohh yes? What did you think?\"\n \"Heh, well, i-it just sounds silly but I thought for a moment you were, almost suggesting you were going to take other males' limbs and turn them like me!\"\n \"AHAH, hah!\" she forced a laugh and patted him. \"Ohhh that's quite a macabre notion, what do you think I am, some sort of limb-collector?\"\n \"N-no, no I just, sorry!\" Spyro tittered shaking his head. \"It's just, you were talking with the councillors on the beach, about some males who were...absent and you all seemed pretty happy about it. And then Ember, she's never been happier since Flame lost his legs so-\"\n \"Spyro, Spyro,\" Cynder stroked along his back, \"you're tired from the wrestling and all the work in the kitchen, your mind loves to wander when you're exhausted, remember that time you called me Mavis after we had sex?\"\n \"I-i, that was, I was thinking about spoons, you remember Mavis used to make them?!\"\n \"I know sweetie, I just find it so cute how your mind rambles but don't think too hard. It's not good for males like you.\"\nThe fallen hero blushed with a giddy grin, rolling his head before he cuddled up to her. The dragoness put her paws around him, hugging him like a plushie, his thoughts fading back into the murk of true submission. The little spark of intelligence he had was swallowed up and silenced, as Cynder's plans for a new society would continue unopposed.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Deep into the darkness peering, long did Spyro wait for his mistress once again.  Tethered to his slab with torso bound by ropes, the legless wyrm trembled from the purr of Cynder's voice behind him.
        "How are you feeling, my pet?" she kissed his head.  "Do you feel much less of a hero than you once were?"
        "Yes, mistress," he whimpered twitching a smile, "thank you again for...taking everything from me."
        "Mmmm, my pleasure.  But it wasn't just for you...today I want to show you something that you gave me."
In the dungeons below their mountain home, Cynder was conducting an experiment.  A table had been set up in the past few days with a variety of strange concoctions, that filled the air with a male musk.  A pot was in the centre that she added stuff to, and amongst the beakers Spyro recognised the calcified remnant of his penis, sitting pristine like an objet d'art, impaled on a metal spike.
The shaft with its twisting spire and hardened veins made the former hero clench in his new hole, a gnawing pain from remembering that blissful night one month back when Cynder severed the last vestige of his masculinity.  Since then it had been preserved by her magic, put into a curing state and allowed to harden to a mineral state.
But Spyro remained a wretched maggot, legless and wingless, his testes severed but still left inside his body to let him pre.  His genital slit was now a lovely red hole that had healed up to resemble a stiff velvet pussy, still lubricated by his male juices.  Bubbling flames filled his ears as Cynder read from a book on a stand, walking back and forth on all fours, tapping claws on the page and mixing ingredients.
        "A little perspicacea, some cumulosternums...ahhh, where did I put those Avalar herbs?"
        "Th-there, mistress," Spyro pipped, "all the way on the left!"
        "OH, thank you dear!" she snatched them up and into the pot.  "Enjoy looking at your former malehood, this'll be the last time you see it proper."
        "What, what are you planning to do?"
        "Mmmmm now just you wait, it's a special surprise for my favourite failed hero."
A twinge of pleasure shook through him.  He loved being reminded as a failure of a hero, his submissive urges only further incensed by Cynder's months of training him.  Not that he minded it one bit, so helplessly in love he was at her beck and call every moment of his new life.  The dragoness stirred her small pot until it bubbled red, then pulled over the dead penis of her pet.
        "Now watch closely," she giggled picking up a knife, "and say goodbye to what was left of your worthless malehood."
A meaty thunk split the shaft in twain, slicing it neatly from the top and exposing all of the rich whorls of meat in the cockflesh.  Spyro groaned and spurted pre from his hole, his stumps twitching with a phantom anguish that he savoured when the gooey chop of Cynder's blade came down again and again.
His length was drawn and quartered, severed in four parts with a shrikking tear before Cynder put it in a mortar bowl and walked over to her pet.  With a pestle she demonstrated, mashing the chunks of flesh in front of him so every pop, every twist and every squish made him shudder in ecstasy, lifting his lower body with another spurt.
        "Goodness, you're like a mare in heat!" she cackled.  "Someone's very excited for my new spell."
        "H-haah, it...mmmph, looks delicious," he licked his lips, "it's breaking up so easily."
        "Had to prepare it some, need it to be as fine as possible for the true effects to come, that's just basic alchemy."
        "I didn't know you studied that, when did you learn?"
        "Hahah...before."  Cynder nodded knowingly.  "Magic inherent is one thing, but alchemy is the magic of the earth, the magic of nature, and whatever dragons can achieve, nature can do better.  For example, did you know there are plants with both male and female parts?"
        "Really?" Spyro gasped watching his dick get mashed.  "I mean, I knew they spread pollen to seed other plants, but they can be both?"
        "Some, yes," his mistress kept grinding the bowl, "it's called monoecy, there are also some species of lizard that are entirely only female.  You see, nature has realised that males aren't actually that necessary all things considered."
        "N-no?  What do you mean?"
        "All you need is a seed-bearer and a womb-bearer.  But who says a female cannot be both?  And, I don't know if you remember biology, but all creatures come from a womb, all creatures carry the female blood as a result."
        "Ah...ah huh," the wyrm shook his head confused, "I didn't really learn much about that at the temple, Cynder, I wasn't much of a scientist hah."
        "Well I can teach you," she kissed him above his eye, "for example, gynomonoecy is when plants have only female and hermaphroditic forms.  Nothing truly male."
        "Hermaphro-whah?"
        "Having both genders...it's an old scientific term, you'll have to forgive the texts for that.  Anyways!"
She produced the remains of his shaft, now a grounded mixture of hard peppery meat with snapped twisted veins.
        "That looks all ready don't you think?"
        "Mmhmm!" Spyro nodded.  "You're really good at that, heh, no wonder you're such a great cook!"
        "Hahaww, thank you Spyro.  Alchemy and cooking have the same root after all."
She walked back to her pot and emptied the cockdust into it, scattering it over the surface where it turned the waters into a deep royal purple.  Cynder cackled with glee, allowing a moment of joy as she watched the froth settle with sparks fizzing away before she dipped a glass into the goo.  It was thick and runny with the scent of male, but underneath was a much stronger feminine musk that swirled her nostrils fierce like hot watermelon.
        "Here's to my health," she raised it to Spyro.
        "What is that?" he asked.  "Is it medicine, you're not sick are you?"
        "Ohoho...no, dear pet.  This...is my ascension."
Downing the whole glass she gulped it greedily, emptying the whole pot with three fills of the pint and a deep sigh.  A terrible belch escaped her, making Spyro giggle despite his predicament, though he was rather confused wriggling on his back.
        "So, a-are we doing something today, mistress, or-"
        "No no, we're still on for your breeding," she waved her hand, "I just had to...ready myself.  And I wanted you to watch every single bit...of my new...hrrrkh."
Something twisted down her stomach, writhing like a pendulous worm as her muscles started to thicken.  It was subtle at first, a small increase of height and a filling of the neck, but especially her back legs which turned bigger at the thighs.  Spyro was confused, thinking at first it was some sort of strength potion, but it was much more than that.
Lifting her tail towards him, she gave a full view of her full transformation.  A pelvic bulge grew with the crackling of scale, new ones added between the old that were split off in a painful stretch.  Cynder felt her hips turn heavy, a growing, distending form engorging between her legs and she started to spurt from her female slit.  Then, her pet saw a new slit form above it.  Longer, thicker, flowering open to produce the peeking head of a prominent, familiar penis.
        "Wh-wha...whaaaah?" he sputtered blinking.  "C-cyn...Cynder, is that-"
        "Yes."  She chuckled deep.  "Ohhhh...don't you recognise it Spyro?  It was yours...now, it's mine, like every other part of your body...it belongs to me."
        "That...that's amazing!  It looks...wait, that looks bigger than-"
        "Of course it is.  I improved it."
Her laugh made him shiver with submissive glee, a terrible sorceress laugh she loved to put on for him but this time it was genuine.  The dragoness spread her legs to give room for her sceptre, a growing pendulous spear that was now twice the size of Spyro's former member.  Longer and larger, the rippling underside breathed with every pulse of new flesh, turning Spyro wetter than before at such a twisted idea that both of them had.
        "You know what you've become?" Cynder teased him.  "A cumsleeve for your queen, a cockholster, to bury myself into after a hard long day."
        "Ha-aaah!" her pet squirted from his gaping slit.  "M-mis, mistress, this...you look s-so beautiful, it looks so much better on you than me!"
        "I know."  She swayed her hips for her new dick to smack against her thighs.  "Everything of your body looks better on me, a superior female."
        "MMMPH, i-it really does, thank you for taking it, I'm...I'm so honoured it's yours now."
        "Oh don't worry," Cynder turned towards him, "you'll feel it inside you...again, and again."
Her eyes glimmered with a swell of testosterone, a burning lust that fuelled her legs to almost run and pounce him.  Her heavier back legs made walking a little odd, like wearing iron boots as she mounted him proper, and grinded her new shaft across his belly.  Golden-bronze scales were soon covered in copious pre, her throbbing fat head glaring at Spyro as she pressed it to his lips.
        "Kiss me," she ordered, "kiss your new queen, and thank me for what I took."
        "Tha...th-thank you," he smooched it gladly, "mmmmh, thank you so much mistress, I-i love being your wyrm, your useless little pet."
        "Mmmmh, that's a good boy...all boys should be like you, worthless...helpless...obedient."
Grabbing his horns she reached over to stuff her cock down his throat, letting him taste the full head with a hard choke that made him cough with a trembling whimper.  The purple failure sucked happily, swirling his tongue round the shaft and dragging over the ribbed underside with a gentle bob.
His mistress kept a grip on his horns and started fucking, getting a sense for the rhythm and savouring the tightness of his gullet.  Every time he coughed or sputtered, she flexed her dick in his neck to grind against his muscles, pulling back to give him some breath before shunting back in.  The tremors in her new parts excited her, the internal testes of her femalehood growing thicker with her superior magic.
Spyro's eyes rolled up in heavenly bliss, his gulping coughs making Cynder shiver when her claws stroked his horns.  The flexing serpent body underneath felt the grinding of her halberd, dragging across his belly wit ha terrible throbbing heat before she was lubricated enough by his spit.  Even when she pulled back, Spyro tried to reach his tongue to taste that beautiful cock, lapping off the pre with a frail whimper.
        "Good little wyrm," she chuckled sliding down his chest, "are you ready to know your place proper?"
        "YES, yes!" he nodded frantically.  "I-i want to be your...c-cocksleeve, mistress, please, make me yours, make me feel that beautiful queen cock of yours!"
        "Mmmmph...gods I love you my little failed hero."
A long lick of her lips, she braced herself to push into his former cockslit, still opened wide to receive her as his walls trembled in pain.  The first time he was fucked by a proper cock into his new pussy, the former dragon arched his back and wiggled the stumps where his wings had been in bliss at the strange sensation.  It was different to that of anal, a more sensitive rippling through his genital depths, that Cynder plunged slowly to the very back of.
What had once been the base of his shaft, now a clean stump in the core of his belly, was soon drenched in Cynder's juices spurting from her cockhead, draping across the wall of flesh that his internal testes remained behind.  Their severed tubes kept spurting, lubricating the walls for her benefit to more easily fuck him, only managing half her length into before bottoming out.
Spyro moaned like a female would, his eyes aflutter at his mistress looming over him.  Her tongue dragged over his snout, slipping inside to taste her cock's pre as they kissed deeply, her hips pumping against his stumpy former legs.  The sound of a heavy squish turned louder with each thrust, thickening to a copious stream that drooled down Spyro's pussy and trickled off his tail.
        "MMMPH!  Haaah...ohhh Spyro...such a wasted male you are."
        "Hah, m-mmph, y-yes mistress," he breathed against her teeth, "I was...n-never a good male."
        "And even worse a hero...my sweet little wyrm, so eager to lose everything for me.  I loved taking your cock, your wings, your very life to be mine, ohhh I never loved you more than this!"
        "A-AAH!  NNNGH, I-I LOVE YOU TOO, OHH, CYNDER, RUIN ME, M-MAKE ME YOUR BITCH WITH YOUR MIGHTY COCK!"
That almost set her over the edge, forcing herself to hold back and savour her first real fuck a little longer.  Testosterone was a fickle beast, the dragoness trying to balance the pheromones in her with a harsh mental wall of restraint as she kept pounding his rear.  Thicker their pre ran, her lover's slit squirting to his climax which came first.
A howling mew escaped Spyro when he sprayed her, gushing his worthless male seed that had no means of reaching a female inside ever again, draped instead across her glorious sceptre.  Cynder would cum in turn, only after her pet did to emphasise her strength, but also to drown his orgasm with her own.  Her roar became much deeper in this moment, dominating Spyro fully whose own whimpering gasps were silenced beneath.
A mighty flood of hot feminine seed sprayed from his new cunt, splashing between Cynder's legs in frothy white that splashed into the drains and spattered up his chest.  His belly slightly bulged with the new seeding, her cum filling up his slit like a small deep puddle, when she pulled out in a heavy sigh of relief and a thickening pop that pulled at the slit.
        "Mmmmph...perfect," she sighed, "that was...just, simply perfect."
She walked with a stagger, feeling the energy drain from her climax as her legs buckled slightly.  Spyro tried not to smirk, knowing exactly that sort of feeling once in his life from a good hard cumming, as he watched her meaty lance drip over the floor in thick powerful flexes.
        "Thank you...for breeding me, mistress," he shivered ablush, "I loved it so much, being your...cocksleeve."
        "From now on you are," said Cynder kissing him, "no more strap-ons, now you have the real thing, like you deserve as a good little whore for your queen."
        "Y-yes...my beautiful queen."

From this day forth, Cynder would become more rough in her lovemaking, her muscles now topped with an extra fraction of a hero's strength that would bruise her pet in the right places.  Every once a week he gained scratches, clawmarks and discolorations that darkened his scales to blacker spots all with a winning smile.  A trail of cum slithered in his wake, a slug debased, a sock for Cynder to empty in and toss away, figuratively speaking.
Since his full castration, Spyro had become more dull in his senses, noticing things less even when Cynder talked openly in frot of him about her upcoming plans.  Rarely did he ever speak up, and only then it was to ask for help which his mistress was always glad to give.  She never let him suffer on his own, taking him everywhere she went, whether it was a meeting with ladies of the council, or down to the park where other dragons watched the hero's fallen state.
The only thing he could do was be mobile, and barely at that.  When he needed water, Cynder would lift him to a font to drink like a puppy; when he was hungry, she would have to order, or else risk Spyro being stomped by the cafegoers between tables; and any street that was too steep to climb, she had to carry him up the hills or else risk him being exhausted.
To celebrate her new body, Cynder took her pet down to the beach, a sprawling beautiful curve of golden sands that felt wonderful on Spyro's belly.  He had only been to the beach a few times since his new life, but he loved it every time, the sand much easier to slither through much to the discomfort of males around him.  The females however took a different note, finding it oddly sweet how Cynder kept him close.
It was a balmy summer breeze with cool clear skies, the dragons relaxing on long blankets with large parasols dotting across the beach.  Some were in the water splashing about, flinging magic spheres at each other that bobbed over the waves.
        "Are you alright dear?" she asked Spyro.
        "Oh yeah!" he gasped.  "I haven't been to the beach in so long, it's so nice today!"
        "That's good, now don't go in the water, it's not safe."
        "Oh don't worry, I've been training how to swim, I-i used the puddles in the dungeon to practice so I can be in the shallows!"
        "Ohoh really?" she patted his head.  "What a clever little thing, well if you're sure but I won't be too far if you want to swim."
        "Okay, Cynder."  He nuzzled up to her face.  "What do you want to do while here?"
        "Let's just relax a little," she led him on with the leash, "find us a nice spot."
Squirming through the sands, Spyro nodded to the other dragons who waved at him awkwardly, a mixture of heartwarming pity and discontent for the hero's current state.  His smile was however clear to see, proud of his new form with tremendous stamina in his chest.  A serpentine trail laid behind him as  they found their spot, not too far from the other drakes close to the cliff walls.
Sunning herself on a towel she brought along, Cynder laid on her back with her beloved pet as the golden rays glistened across her scales.  Dragons passing by would also see her new member, the pelvic bulge between her back legs twitching in the heat.  Spyro himself fell straight to sleep, the quadraplegic letting himself recover as his stumps shone blackish-purple in the sun.
        "Mmmmm, this is lovely," his mistress sighed, "so glad we came out here...Spyro?"
He was snoring away, the sun glistening across his face as she chuckled at his snoozing lips.  No matter what state he was in, just seeing him happy in his dreams made her giddy.
        "Oh, there she is!"
        "Cynder, helloooo!"
Looking down towards the beach, she recognised three dragonesses approaching, all wearing silver tiaras between their horns that signified them as members of the council.
        "Hellooooo ladies," Cynder rolled on her side, "how are you?"
        "Marvellous thank you," said the green drake, "we wanted to ask something, if you have time?"
        "Did you...change something?" asked the red councillor.  "You seem more...studly than usual."
        "Ohhh yes," the black sorceress flexed her back legs, "I changed my body some, see, Spyro was very kind to let me have his former...equipment."
        "Wh-what?!" gasped the blue dragoness.  "He let you...t-take his male parts, for yourself?!"
        "He's the sweetest little wyrm, yes."
        "B-but, I thought that sort of thing was black magic, it-"
        "Alchemy, actually."  Cynder grinned wide.  "Not black magic, that wouldn't be proper, would it?"
        "She's got you there Azora," the crimson drake bumped her friend, "don't you remember the experiment with the frogs back in class?"
        "Oh you know I can't touch those things!" Azora cringed shaking her sapphire head.  "Ghastly little things, with those big eyes and, tongues and, yucch!"
        "It's most impressive I have to say," said the jade dragon leaning in, "does it...all work?"
        "Well," Cynder stroked down her wine belly, "I could wake my little pet and give you a demonstration, Verdalie."
        "UHH, n-not today thanks."
        "HAH!" the red dragon shook her head.  "Looking redder than me are you?!"
        "Oh be quiet Scarletta," the emerald Verdalie snapped at her, "anyways we came on business, briefly you understand.  We wanted to confirm a few details from our last meeting at your castle."
        "Oh don't call it a castle," the black dragon waved her paw, "it's more of an outpost, but yes I would love to discuss some things."
        "So," Scarletta sat beside, "we took your ideas on board, and we managed to eke out two of the males with a few...suggestions."
        "Ohhhh?  Do tell!"
        "Firstly, you remember Agarius?  He has a real thing for having his...parts, beaten and abused.  So one thing led to another and he's under our claw."
        "Oh how fortunate!" Cynder clasped her front paws.  "How did you convince him to abdicate?"
        "Personal difficulties," the red dragon smirked tenting her claws, "I already had the occasional liaison with him to entertain his...vices, so it was very easy to make him."
        "Easier than mine," said Verdalie rolling her eyes, "Partrelli is such an asinine fool, he's worse than Volteer with his damn books but I managed to coax him away."
        "How did you do that?" Azora craned her neck.  "I thought he hadn't been erect in years!"
        "Well, he still likes a dragoness as much as the next male, thankfully I managed to match his wordplay to put him in a...bind, of the sort he enjoyed physically."
        "Ooooh!" Scarletta shot up like a palm tree.  "He's that kinky is he?"
        "You'd be surprised how many males are," Cynder rubbed close to her slit, "and I can confirm having this big boy has certainly strengthened my vices."
        "What do you mean?"
        "That all you have to do to control a male...is exactly how easy you think it is.  Shall I demonstrate?"
She tapped Spyro's head to wake him up, the wyrm having heard some of the conversation as he plopped his head on Cynder's belly.
        "Hi ma'ams!  How are you?"
        "Ohh wonderful thank you!" Azora bowed.  "Are you doing well, Spyro?"
        "I am, it's a beautiful day huh?!  You all doing okay?"
        "Better than ever," said Verdalie chuckling, "Cynder was just having a discussion with us."
        "Oh, yeah I heard something about Agarius...abdicating?  What happened?"
        "He has some problems," Cynder patted him, "male problems, something you used to know, but thankfully Scarletta's taking his place on the council head."
        "That's nice of you!" Spyro grinned.  "You'd be taking on a lot more work though."
        "Oh don't worry," the crimson dragon waved her hand, "us females were always better at multitasking."
        "Heyyy, I can multitask too!  I can crawl AND eat at the same time!"
        "AHAH, hahaha, that's nice dear, we're very proud of you."
        "Speaking of," the mistress patted her pet, "I'm a little pent-up, could you...fix that, dear?"
        "Fix...that?" the purple wyrm gasped at her thickening slit.  "B-but...Cynder, we're in public!"
        "And?" she chuckled rolling her eyes.
        "Well...we've never done that before, I mean, dragons shouldn't be doing that outside it feels...rude."
        "That's true," her hand pressed down on her head, "good thing you're not a dragon anymore, aren't you...my little wyrm?"

The wyrm blushed with a hot shiver, his eyes sparkling with illegal excitement as he looked to the councillors who were oddly expectant.  Their eyes seemed to demand a performance, and with a tempering look from Cynder, he crawled up to her slit, and began to pleasure his love in front of other dragons.  The councillors watched agasp at the former hero stuffing his snout into her bulge, lapping across her belly and stuffing his tongue into the musky slit.  Such a powerful scent that his own body recognised, yearning for that taste from the days of his self-pleasure.
Now his own new pussy dripped with the weaker scent, staining the towel and the sands behind him when the thickening shaft sprouted free.  The dragonesses were shocked, Azora and Verdalie blushing to turn away whilst Scarletta stared on with fascination.  Cynder stretched out her paws and moaned looking down upon her pet, his tongue slobbering all over her gorged luscious blood-red lance.
        "Gooood boy," she chuckled, "ohhh you're such a sweet wyrm for mistress."
        "Mmhmm," he gasped, "you taste so good I-i...hah, I love your cock inside me."
        "Hahaha, oh my ancestors!" Scarletta snickered.  "He doesn't even care!"
        "Not at all," Cynder patted him, "why should he care, he's just a wyrm after all."
        "How did you even," Azora trembled, "he's so different than before, so brazen!"
A smile crept over her face regardless, her legs tightening with a trembling drip down her thigh that Verdalie flinched from the sight of.  But in turn she found her own slit dripping from the swelling halberd sprouting free from Cynder's body, the head swallowed by her pet without hesitation.
Spyro gulped with whorish little sounds, bobbing down deep as he could before he started choking.  Cynder let him go at his own pace, his eyes closed and her paw on the back of his neck to keep him steady on top of her.  Such odd sounds he made compared to his usual self, like a hatchling begging for food as she fed him her milk.
Hot precum dripped from his maw, copious amounts with her newfound virility that dribbled down her stomach and filled up his throat to almost choking.  When he pulled back to breathe and swallow, Cynder pushed him back down to choke him harder as other dragons looked on in shock.  Some were disgusted, whilst others aroused at the purple wyrm openly whoring himself.
        "Such a good little thing," Cynder cackled, "you like that cockmilk don't you?"
        "Mm-mmhmm-GLRRK!  MMMRRK!"
        "Shhh, don't struggle...open your throat, let mistress inside you."
        "Good...sweet ancestors," Verdalie rubbed between her legs, "he's really going down on her like a...c-common harlot!"
        "Not bad for a hero," Scarletta grinned feeling herself, "nice to see a male go down on a dragoness for once."
        "Oh it certainly is," said the mistress tightening her grip, "they have such perfect throats to sheath yourself in, I can see why males love having them."
        "Used to have them...don't suppose you'd share the recipe for that?"
        "Wha-SCARLETTA!" shrieked Azora stumbling back.  "I-it's one thing to watch but another to act-"
        "Oh spare me your high-ground politics, you know what you want."
With the councillors looking on, Spyro swallowed halfway down before he was suffocating, his purple face turning black in his puffy cheeks before Cynder let him pull back with a heaving cough.  He smiled regardless, lapping all over the glossy head as more dragons peeked in with mutterings of "disgraceful", "things used to be so much more dignified before Malefor" and "well I guess it's better than being enslaved under darkness".
The dragonesses were enjoying the show much more than the males, who snarled with a cringing discomfort at Spyro's state though one or two were getting certainly aroused by a pure fascination.  Cynder saw those males with a piercing gaze, a flashing grin startling them to look away with their slits unfurling to reveal their erections.
She was winning every day, each little step of success in normalising this behaviour, for her degenerate slut.  The fallen hero slavishly sucked down the spear, kissing over the length and smothering the swollen base with dozens of kisses.  When his mistress started throbbing, he went back to the glans and sucked on it desperately, the sorceress gasping a stilted roar as she bucked her hips inside and fed him her hot seed.
        "HAAAH, a-aaah!  Ohhhh, ohhh yes, that's a good little boy."
        "Disgusting," muttered an elder male, "he used to be a hero, what in gods' name happened to him?"
        "He wouldn't have been forced to," said his wife, "Cynder is a good respectable lady, you really think Spyro would allow her to do such things?"
        "She could still be some kind of warlock."
        "That's absurd, the masters wouldn't allow her to  be if she was, or Spyro!"
        "But dearest I don't think tha-"
        "Why can't you just accept he's happy living his post-hero life the way he wants, and she's helping him fulfil it?!"
A dozen arguments such as this would sprawl out across the beach, every one having an opinion on Spyro's new condition versus Cynder's motivations.  But Spyro did not care, swallowing fat dollops, his throat undulating with every throb of his mistress' shaft.
A tingling in his mind wanted to alert him to the odd discussions he had heard in his half-sleep, something about the males in the council but his brain was too foggy.  The taste of cock was overwhelming, and with the loss of his limbs he found it harder to think straight, having to spend so much energy just travelling from place to place.
All he cared about was satisfying his mistress, popping his snout off her cock with a hefty shlorp and cummy strands down his lips.  He waggled his way up to her face, the two sharing a kiss that caused most of the males to storm off in disgust, whilst the dragonesses tittered in delight at the snowballing.
        "Mmmm, well, what do you think?" asked Cynder to the councillors.
        "I...I think that," Verdalie grinned with wicked smile, "we shall talk more on our future elections...my dear Cynder."
        "Yes," Scarletta bowed, "we'll be handling the other males and keep you updated.  Azora, it's your turn remember?"
        "O-oh, yes," the blue dragon bowed in turn, "I have been well, staking out the vice-head of the council, since Agarius isn't around to strengthen his position he will be...much...easier."
        "Then we shall meet again," said the black dragoness stroking her pet, "have a lovely day, my dear council."

After their sojourn at the beach, the next two weeks had Cynder busy with her duties at the civic hall.  Every day Spyro would wait outside, a dutiful little thing leashed to the side and rolling against the cobblestones.  Had he been more aware of things and not just dozing off in the shade, he would have counted less males entering the building than usual, and a wider smile from all the dragonesses leaving.
But his mind was elsewhere, foggy and beholden in the dregs of his former masculinity, his once golden-bright scales now a dull bespackled grey, covered in chips and flecks of the pavement to be as dull as his mind.  What little testosterone he had was fading away, the ocean of strength now a shallow puddle that he floundered within like a helpless, happy fish in a bowl.  But he wasn't the only one to lose his senses that week.
Back at their mountain chateau, Spyro and Cynder received Flame and Ember once again, the black dragoness preparing the food whilst Spyro tended to the flame on the floor like a living bellows.  Even the most defective of whelps had a little ember in their lungs, as lunch was soon ready.
        "Heeere you are," Cynder put down two bowls, "get your strength back after that long flight."
        "Thanks," snorted Flame, "not like I was the one flying."
        "Don't be rude," said Ember sitting at the table, "sorry, he's still getting used to all this."
        "That's fine," the sorceress patted him, "Spyro took a long time as well, but I'm sure he'll be glad to help you, won't you my dear?"
        "MMM, absolutely!" the purple wyrm chomped through his meat.  "The trick's in your chest, you have to angle your ribs with a big push opposite of your tail, like a diagonal!"
        "No, I got that," the orange beast rolled his eyes, "just...sucks, you know?"
        "It's a little hard at first, I know, but you'll see how much better it is when you have so much less to worry about."
        "He's right Flamey!" said the pink dragon eating her steak.  "I don't mind helping you around, it's nice being with you and just relaxing in the park."
        "Mmmm...but don't you miss just being able to walk, go flying, just...doing what you want?"
        "Well...I used to."  Spyro drooped in his stumps.  "It was nice doing all those things but, Cynder has been the best thing that ever happened to me.  And honestly, since the day I became her pet, I haven't been as sad, or angry, or scared as I used to be.  I'm just happy now...the happiest I've ever been."
His smile disturbed Flame who was still not convinced, but exhaustion overcame him as they started dinner.  The dragonesses sat on cushions at the table, whilst the whelps were on the floor eating out of bowls.  Spyro had learned the technique of keeping it in place, whilst Flame dunked his head in and sucked the food into his mouth.
        "Mmmm, oh this is great!" gasped Ember.  "What spice are you using?!"
        "Dervinnier," Cynder nibbled at hers, "Spyro found them while we were out roaming the fields, very well hidden, close to the ground, I would never have found them without his worm's eye view."
        "Wow, it tastes so good, great find Spyro!"
        "Thanks!" the former hero looked up from his bowl.  "We went to the beach a while back, the sand feels great on your belly, you should go down there sometime Flame!"
        "Mmmm, I do like the beach," his fellow wyrm slumped on the rim, "but I don't like going outside, it's hard to think, everyone keeps staring at me and, even my wings get tired."
        "You can't really fly without legs anyway, you know I had mine removed!"
        "Wait...what?!"
        "Right over there," Cynder pointed to Spyro's wings on the mantle, "we decided it was best, two unnecessary limbs that made too much trouble, too much effort for him."
        "Oh my gosh," Ember clapped her cheek, "that...I THOUGHT something was different about you Spyro, are you okay?!"
        "Oh I'm fine, I wanted it!" he went back to scarfing his food.  "Mmmph, they were getting in the way, Cynder helped me get rid of them."
        "Wh...what?!"  Flame reared his head like a cobra.  "Spyro, WHAT!?  What the-that's insane!"
        "What, no it's not, they were weighing me down!"
        "They were your WINGS, that's like, what is she gonna take away your flame breath next?!"
        "Naaaah, she can't do that," Spyro shook his head, "she needs me for the cooking!"
        "...whatever."  Flame dug in to his food suddenly tired again.  "So this uhh...this steak huh?"
        "Wanna know the secret?" his fellow wyrm winked.  "You take a deep breath, flame it for twenty seconds at medium, then another twenty seconds at pure hot.  That helps even out the crispiness inside and out."
        "Huh...you're pretty good with your meats."
        "It's almost like he's thinking better," Ember giggled nibbling away, "maybe thanks to him not thinking with his other meat...unlike a certain other dragon I know."
        "In a former life, yes," Cynder grinned with slitted eyes, "and I have to say, having my own, I can definitely see the appeal."
She demonstrated by spreading her back legs, standing up off the cushion to let Flame and Ember see.  The bulge was a beautiful black lump with a gorged slit that made the pink dragoness shiver in delight, but her orange friend cringed with even greater disgust.
        "Let me guess," he snarled, "she helped you with that?"
        "Mhmmmyup!" beamed Spyro with meaty lips.  "I wasn't using it anyway, it's more fun when mistre-uh, C-cynder is on top."
        "Oh come on, seriously?  You can't keep ONE thing about you, what is the point then?!"
        "I mean...I, it was my choice Flame."
        "Was it really?"  The amber wyrm leaned over their bowls.  "Did you really want all this, losing your wings, losing your...thing-"
        "Penis," Cynder leaned in, "we're all grownups here."
        "I-i just...I dunno, sorry I'm tired."
        "That's alright dear, you're only a male."
Flame looked up with a shock and outrage, piercing Cynder with a venomous stare and wanting to march right up to her.  But then Ember started laughing, nodding in agreement, and the orange wyrm slumped in dismay.  He wasn't expecting his friend to be so callous, so accepting of this wretched state with the loss of his limbs.  And now his carer, the one he relied upon for everything in life, he almost felt was mocking him.  Or maybe, maybe he was being too arrogant, too unthankful for what he had.  His mind clouded, a sudden exhaustion rolled like the fog, and he slumped rolling to his side.
        "I know!" cried Ember.  "How about you two do some wrestling like the old days?!"
        "What?" Flame squinted.
        "Remember how you would wrestle Spyro all the time, you two loved it!  Why not try some new techniques in your new life?"
        "That's a great idea Ember!" Spyro pipped up.  "You want to Flame?  Come on, we used to wrestle all the time, and I usually won!  I bet you can't beat me now!"
        "With what?" the orange wyrm wiggled his stumps.  "How do you even pin someone down without paws?!"
        "Why not find out?" Cynder licked her lips.  "Unless you're chicken...where's that reckless spirit gone to hmm?  You always dared to be the strongest, don't tell me you lost it."
        "I didn't lose anything, I'm...I-i'm still a dragon!"
        "Prove it then!  We'll watch and referee, in fact, if you can beat Spyro I will give you an extra steak."
        "...deal!"
They finished up their food and licked their lips, the two wyrms slithering opposite of each other in a slow circle as their mates sat to one side, on  couch made of wood that was stuffed with more cushions.  Psyching himself up, the orange wyrm shook his tail like a snake ready to strike, Spyro keeping his cool with practiced flex of his hips.
When they closed the distance they looked like two snails kissing, slamming their horns into each other and grinding chests as one rolled the other.  A scuffle ensued as they tried to bite each other, locked stumps against stumps and anytime one was pinned, the dragonesses counted.  But they were both strong males, despite all they had lost, and Flame had the advantage of his wings to push himself upright and buffer Spyro away.
But Spyro was more experienced.  Despite his weaker state and the atrophy of his muscles, he utilised his new body well, slithering like a fat snake across the dunes to be much more agile, such as knowing exactly how to use his muscles to bunch up and slam his head in Flame's chest.  Like a cocked rifle he pulled back his neck, and punched through the ribs to make the amber wyrm stagger, rolling on his back to get mounted.
        "Go on Spyro, get him!" cried Cynder.  "Show that wyrm how strong my little pet is!"
        "Come on Flame just beat him!" Ember shouted.  "Push up with your wings, push up push up!"
        "Gods this is fun, isn't it, look how happy they are!  It's almost like old times isn't it?"
        "It is, actually!  And without worrying about those two running off so it's even better!"
        "I'm glad to hear," the dark dragoness leaned in, "they look so...primitive don't they?  Like two wild apes wrestling each other in the dirt, stripped of all their excessive needs like true males should."
        "Mmmm...yeah...it's like seeing them truly naked."
        "Speaking of which," Cynder turned to her as the wyrms kept fighting oblivious, "have you thought about what we were saying before?"
        "About...the new society?" the pink madame licked her lips.  "I mean, I'm not on the council, I don't know how it would work-"
        "I can induct you, as a fellow dragoness who understands how males should be.  There's such trouble when they're unsupervised, always marching off, getting into fights, spelunking in caverns and wasting precious resources for their own macho agenda."
        "Well, I mean, Spyro's not like that is he?"
        "Wasn't it Spyro who wanted to map out the caves?" Cynder sneered cocking her head.  "You said it yourself, Flame has been much more civil, much more well-behaved, what if we could spread this joy to other dragonesses?"
        "With like...the same accidents?"
Ember's snout crept into a guilty smile, one that transformed into her friend's more blatant glee.  Something turned wet in her nethers, a puffing of her lips as the pink dragoness twitched something funny in her parts.  It was this point that something clicked, Spyro's head shot up in the midst of the struggle when he heard the last sentences between the ladies.  A flicker of concern was all it took, for him to lose this match as Flame pinned him.
        "HAH, Y-YEAH, STAY DOWN!"
        "GUH, F-FLAME, WAIT!"
        "NAH-UH-UH, YOU'RE MINE NOW!"
        "ONE!  TWO!  THREE, YOU'RE OUT!" the ladies cackled.
The orange wyrm cheered as he grinded his body harder on his friend, panting into his face and pushing his stumps against the purple scales.  Spyro laid on his back, tail smacking the ground as Flame flexed his torso, using the wings to correct himself.
        "Well done!" cried Cynder.  "Shame my pet lost his focus, but what can you do?"
        "What do I win?!" shouted Flame.
        "Well...you're practically beasts, how about...you get to breed him?"
        "Beast, wha-what are you...wait, no, what?!"
        "OOOH!" Ember gasped with a heavy blush.  "Ohoho Cynder you NAUGHTY!"
        "Wait, wait I didn't agree to this!"
        "Why not?" Spyro asked slightly offended.  "You don't like me, I thought we were friends!"
        "What, no I mean, yes!" Flame shook his head.  "Of course we're friends but I didn't, I mean, not like that-"
        "Mmmm why not?  You forgot that time we fooled around in Deadnewt Drop?"
        "...that was different."  The amber wyrm shook his head with a groan.  "This is...this is too different now."
        "Why does it have to be?"  Spyro kissed his head.  "I'd still want to."
        "But the...the girls are watching."
        "We don't mind!" Ember called from the couch.  "You won Flamey, just do your thing."
        "U-uhh...okay."
Spyro helped his friend get in the mood with gentle smooches, the adrenaline too much to bear as their male musk swelled around their nostrils.  Spyro's was much weaker than before, resulting in Flame's musk overwhelming as their tongues met in a soft suckling whimper.  The heat of their bodies in turn caused Flame to be hard, whilst Spyro's pussy squirted some thick pre down their bellies.
From his slit the orange wyrm produced his shaft, which now made a bigger problem in that it wedged between their bodies and caused them to roll briefly.  They focused on kissing to not lose their momentum, a rising passion with dancing tongues and suckling thick saliva.  Flame shifted his hips with the greatest effort, trying to find some hole, anyhole to stuff into.
He didn't realise Spyro had two ready for him, the purple beast angling himself with a flex of his lower stumps to line their bodies up.  It had been months since Flame had been intimate, and as a result he forgot the lack of legs to help steady his body.  Constantly slipping past the pussy, Flame scraped around the sides and kept plucking the lips of the gaping slit.
        "Look at him," Cynder grabbed a bottle of wine, "is he like this at home?"
        "Mmmm, no," Ember scratched her chin, "he hasn't tried since he lost his limbs."
        "Have a drink," she offered a glass and filled two up, "Avalar-brand, very fruity."
        "Oooh thanks!" the pink lady sipped up.  "Oh that's nice, so yes he hasn't been intimate with me in months."
        "You might as well have him neutered," Cynder giggled, "Spyro didn't mind, he knew he wasn't going to make it work so he gave me his."
        "And how...is it?" Ember pointed to her crotch.  "What's it feel like?"
        "Wouldn't you like to know."
        "A-AAAH, HAAAH!"
They were alerted to Flame penetrating at last, his shaft now to its fullest as he plunged into Spyro's cunt.  The fallen hero whinged with happiness, hugging his friend with his stumps as Flame started fucking proper.  Without as much strength in his thighs, the amber wyrm could not thrust so much as wriggle into his friend's body.
Spyro helped him with his thrusts by bucking with him, his genital slit clenching with the few muscles it had left to pull him in deeper.  It was a startling sensation that felt more muscular than a pussy, Flame struggling to comprehend the feel as he grinded back and forth.  Like two serpents trying to mate, their huffing gasps and panting whimpers excited their mates who drank wine and sat back.
Out of respect and some social exhaustion, Cynder did not turn hard, but her slit flowered enough to make Ember gasp with intrigue at the sight.  The black dragon grinned with a soft wink, the sounds of their mates struggling to fuck harder with wiggly stumps.  Sputtering pre filled out of Spyro's slit, drenching the floor as thick male juices webbed between them.
Deeper they kissed, hungering to a swift climax from how pent-up Flame had been for months.  A shameful premature eruption as he moaned longfully, pumping his friend's male pussy to the brim with hot bubbling semen, frothing white to spill over the tail.
        "M-MMMHHH, AAAAH!  S-SPYRO, AAAAH!"
The wyrm in violet shivered with glee, clenching his stumps with a groan as he came in spurts from his severed testes.  With hot drooling jizz they collapsed against each other, a struggling wheeze from the orange wyrm as his cock flexed inside the other dragon's slit.
        "Haaah...how...how was that?" Spyro asked.
        "N-nnngh...weird," muttered Flame, "but...damn I needed that."
        "Heheh...you did great."
        "Awhaww you precious thing," Cynder demurred, "they get along so well in their new state."
        "They do," Ember sighed, "maybe that's what he needs, some more time like this with Spyro.  But I think we should be getting home, Flamey's all tuckered out, aren't you?"
        "Ohhh yeah," he sighed trying to pull off, "s-sorry I...I um, haven't been able-"
        "Oh it's fine don't worry!" she picked him up with a shlorping pop.  "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll fly off okay?"
        "O-okay, thanks."
With a yawn he curled up in his friend's embrace, Ember cleaning him off with a towel that Cynder provided.  Flame fell asleep as he was put on Ember's back, who wished her hosts a good night and thanks for the dinner.  Spyro took a moment to catch his breath, his slit a gushing puddle.
        "That was lovely, yes?" Cynder wiped down his belly.  "I think we should be off to bed too."
        "Mmhmm," her pet simpered, "damn...didn't think Flame was...that horny."
        "Hmhmhm, you're a good friend," she kissed his lips, "do you need help, or can you follow?"
        "No no, I'm good," he rolled onto his belly, "but...can I ask something, Cynder?"
        "Of course dear, let's get to bed first."
They walked and crawled to their room, a trail of jizz behind his sluggy body that his mistress cleaned up.  Once they reached their bed, the dragoness draping herself on the sheets, Spyro heaved himself up with biting teeth and lunged to roll against her belly.
        "Goood boy," she kissed him again, "now, what did you want to ask?"
        "I was...well, hearing what you and Ember were saying about males, and something about...spreading joy to the other dragonesses?"
        "Ohh yes?  What did you think?"
        "Heh, well, i-it just sounds silly but I thought for a moment you were, almost suggesting you were going to take other males' limbs and turn them like me!"
        "AHAH, hah!" she forced a laugh and patted him.  "Ohhh that's quite a macabre notion, what do you think I am, some sort of limb-collector?"
        "N-no, no I just, sorry!" Spyro tittered shaking his head.  "It's just, you were talking with the councillors on the beach, about some males who were...absent and you all seemed pretty happy about it.  And then Ember, she's never been happier since Flame lost his legs so-"
        "Spyro, Spyro," Cynder stroked along his back, "you're tired from the wrestling and all the work in the kitchen, your mind loves to wander when you're exhausted, remember that time you called me Mavis after we had sex?"
        "I-i, that was, I was thinking about spoons, you remember Mavis used to make them?!"
        "I know sweetie, I just find it so cute how your mind rambles but don't think too hard.  It's not good for males like you."
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