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And here we have the final chapter of this trilogy!  Thanks so much again to DinkyLizard for commishing me this series, I always have a fun time reducing Spyro to being someone else's property~ hope you all enjoy too!  I'll get back to uploading other non-Spyro tales next month.

The Legend of Spyro copyrighted to Krome Studios", "writing": "In the realm of Dragons, school had just started for the first cycle of spring. Scores of young dragons trotted together with thigh-packs full of writing tools, jostling and biting each other playfully as they entered the vast halls of learning. The academy was a central pavilion near the town square, where sunkissed cobblestones reflected the grand pillars either side of its entrance, and a shining dome was crowned by a dragoness, who had a wyrm wrapped round her feet.\nFiling into different rooms, the dragons sat on comfy pillows in front of low desks that faced towards a great slab of amethyst set into the wall, and a long window of tinted glass where the sunlight danced across their scales. After enough of their babbling chatter, a tall blue dragoness clapped her front paws for attention.\n \"Good morning, hatchlings!\"\n \"[i]Good morning, Madame Chalcan![/i]\" the children replied.\n \"Glad to see you all after the big break, today we are going to explain some new changes in society. I'm sure you've noticed a few things different around town since you came back from your holidays, which is what we're going to cover.\"\n \"I-is this about the male wyrming?!\" squeaked a pink-scaled drake.\n \"Exactly.\"\nChalcan tapped the amethyst wall and scratched it with her claw to form a mosaic pattern, which then rearranged itself into a simple-looking dragon. The dragon started roaring and spitting fire, before its limbs popped off like a cheap doll and it smiled rather dumbly.\n \"Studies have shown lately that in order to curb the aggression of males, a delimbing process is necessary in order to flush out the testosterone. Some males volunteered for this and there's been a markedly-noticable improvement in their behaviour, in accordance to the council's monitoring.\"\n \"Uhhh, miss?\" one green boy raised his hand. \"Why is it only the boys and not the girls?\"\n \"Cuz weeee're smarter!\" a yellow girl poked her tongue at him.\n \"Nuh yer not!\"\n \"Mmmhmm, you're too stupid to know what's good fer ya, that's what my mom says to my dad, and he had his limbs cut off and he's super happy now!\"\n \"I like my paws, I wanna run around, I don't wanna be a wyrm, I'm not stupid!\"\n \"Now now,\" Chalcan raised her paws, \"while studies show that girls are slightly more intelligent on average, it's nothing to do with your smarts. It's about how we're suited to different roles to make society work best.\"\nShe sweeped the wall and the now-limbless dragon was being led around on a leash by another drake. More of them started to appear across the board, happy wormy drakes pulled by their mistresses who chatted to each other.\n \"This wyrming process,\" the teacher explained, \"is specifically designed to extricate more of the testosterone, it wouldn't work on a female since we lack that already, that's why we're much more cool-headed and sensible. Males have their own intelligence too, knowing how to serve females proper once they've emptied out that testosterone proper to think more clearly.\"\n \"Soooo why do we have it?\" asked a red young male. \"Why we got tes-toss-teroni if it's bad?\"\n \"Because in the olden days, males had to fight each other for territory using teeth and claws and brute strength. That was the savage ways we used to be, but now in modern times we are more advanced and intelligent, we debate between territories and settle things in a proper mannerly fashion. And that's why one day, you'll have your limbs taken off, and you'll be a much happier male.\"\n \"Do we get leashes for them too?!\" an orange girl clapped her paws. \"I wanna pull Jerdyk around like a pet!\"\n \"N-noooo,\" the red one shook his head, \"I-i mean, um, w-we can just walk together like we do.\"\n \"But it'd be fuuuun if you were a wyrm and I show you to all my friends!\"\nThe girls giggled and pointed at the boys, who grew more tense and fearful about what sordid ideas they had. A couple males however blushed with a giddy smile, and started crawling towards them with a wormy vibe that made them all coo and pet the submissive boys. The teacher then brought their focus back to her, and scried their new lessons on the wall with a further explanation of the town's new structure.\nThe day would pass as children wrote in their books, scribbling with quills between their dexterous claws as they learned about modern society, how males and females should act with each other, and memorising the names of the council leaders. Azora, Verdalie, Scarletta, Jaundiu, Ochrana, Ember, Ambrusee, and Cynder. Once the sun started to set, and the sky grew dark with pinkish hues beneath the clouds, the children would leave school and return to their houses.\nAt that moment, the council was finishing their meeting in a large austere building where two dragons stood tall with claws raised over a triangular roof, that formed a beautiful parchment inscribed in the old reptilian tongue. Eight pillars stood across the steps, and beneath those sat eight limbless males who crawled around in the dirt, sunning themselves on the pavement whilst occasionally tussling with each other.\n \"I'm gonna pin ya!\" cried an orange wyrm. \"I got ya this time!\"\n \"No you don't!\" a purple one shouted. \"You can't win against me!\"\n \"Ohhh here we go,\" a white drake rolled his eyes, \"every day with these two.\"\n \"I find it charming,\" a gold-coloured male slumped on his back, \"it's nice to see the youth still fired up.\"\n \"I thought the point was they wouldn't be.\"\n \"Well you still need a little vigour for the wives, yes?\"\nThe pale and yellow wyrms were full adults, but no less pathetic-looking with their long serpentine bodies and burnt-out stumps as they languished beside the council steps, watching the two younger dragons tussle with each other despite their leashes getting tied up. The orange one managed to pin his friend, but the purple dragon scooped the jaw with his golden horns, then rolled him hard onto his back and chomped down on his neck firmly to make him surrender.\n \"O-okay, OKAY! I give!\"\n \"Haha, yeaaaah that's 3-to-2!\" the purple one grinned and rolled off. \"That's what you get for not using your wing-stumps!\"\n \"It's hard, okay?! I haven't gotten used to them yet!\"\n \"You'll get there one day,\" he shook the scarred lumps on his back, \"just takes practice!\"\n \"Spyrooooo!\" a voice called. \"Ready to go?\"\n \"Yes, ma'am!\" he barked happily.\nOut of the council hall came eight dragonesses with silver tiaras, all resplendent with wide wings and strong studly bodies that the limbless males all shot up their heads for. With wagging tongues and panting sounds, they gladly nuzzled their wives and mistresses who untied their leashes, and took them through the township. Spyro's mate was of course Cynder, the largest of the females with her black svelte body and thickest muscles of a masculine tone.\n \"Did you have a good time with Flame?\" she cooed.\n \"I did, I beat him again!\" Spyro chirped proudly. \"How was your day?\"\n \"Ohhh, dreadful, the artisans are demanding a recoup on their work to change the statues around here.\"\n \"Wait, what does that mean?\"\n \"That we pay them the original price,\" said a pink dragoness beside her, \"but the prices are different now and we had to talk to the folks who gave the materials who don't want to do the old price!\"\n \"Wow, that sounds annoying,\" Flame rolled his eyes, \"can't you just tell them to shut up and take the money?\"\n \"That's not how we do it in the council, not since we got rid of all the males.\"\n \"Sure you do,\" he scoffed.\nThey walked together with their male pets, who scrabbled over the cobbles with their hardened bellies now much greyer and scuffed from several months without their limbs. Some of the males still had their wings however, not as eager to surrender that part of their once-magnificent forms, but they squirmed through the streets as other males called out in greeting, and some who still had their legs sneered a little disgusted, before their wives chided them with a little slap.\nSpyro however was shocked at the sight of a limbless husband pleasing his wife in public, under the shade of a giant oak as a white dragoness spread her legs to reveal her gorgeous thick shaft. Her throbbing spear turned wet with her red mate's saliva, as he bobbed happily to the hilt and gulped plentifully from her rich milk. When he opened his maw to let her cock spray his face, they saw he lost all of his teeth to make a perfect gummy sheath to please his mistress.\n \"Gosh, a lot more males are losing their legs,\" Spyro shook his head, \"did something happen?\"\n \"Oh, just a new experimental measure,\" Cynder fawned, \"we devised some new magic to let them uhhh temporarily enjoy life the way you do.\"\n \"Oh, really?! We didn't have that when I lost mine.\"\n \"Well, this magic was just recently developed, all above-board of course, we approved it through the council.\"\n \"Yeah, the all-female council,\" Flame snickered beside him, \"might as well call it the Queendom.\"\n \"And what's that supposed to mean?\" Ember tapped his head. \"You've been thinking too much, you know that?\"\n \"Well some of us gotta think for two around here,\" he looked at Spyro.\n \"What's with you, lately?! You're always so grumpy.\"\n \"I got no STUMPS, Ember! I'm a stupid wyrm, and I hate it!\"\n \"Well, you got two choices,\" Spyro nodded at him, \"either keep whining all the day, or just learn how to deal with your new life, like me!\"\n \"Shut up!\" he snapped at his friend. \"Urgh, you let everyone roll you over, so much for being a hero!\"\n \"Flame, that's enough!\" Ember yanked him by the collar. \"This is why we're having that appointment to make things better for you.\"\n \"I don't want an appointment, I want my legs back!\"\n \"I'll just get this runt out of your horns, see you around Spyro!\"\n \"You too!\" the purple dragon waved with his tail. \"Are we going home, Cynder?\"\n \"Yes, dear,\" she patted him with a paw, \"just one moment, I need to confer with the ladies.\"\n \"I'll manage all the details,\" said a green dragoness, tapping her chest, \"about time these statues became less masculine.\"\n \"The new one over the school looks marvellous,\" a sapphire female pointed, \"truly captures the spirit!\"\n \"Wait, what new one?\" Spyro squinted up above. \"I can't see it.\"\n \"Oh you poor thing, let me help.\"\nWith Cynder's permission, she lifted the former hero like a babe where he could see the school roof's statue of a dragoness above her legless mate. His head cocked a little uncertain, and he saw the hatchlings skipping around the front, shoving males to the ground to make them crawl.\n \"That uh, seems nice!\" he demurred. \"You sure it's not too uh, on the nose?\"\n \"You have to be direct with hatchlings,\" the blue drake put him down.\n \"But, they seem a little young to know about all that, right?\"\n \"We'll sort that out next meeting,\" Cynder stroked him, \"thank you for your time, ladies, I shall see you the morrow.\"\n \"Take care, Cynder! And you, Spyro.\"\nThe seven ladies sauntered off with their pets in turn, as the black dragoness let Spyro crawl up onto her back, then tethered him to her body with the leash before she took flight. Swooping high in an upwards spiral, they watched the central town disappear into smaller ants, where females cackled and pointed at four-legged males who blushed and skittered at their calling.\n \"What's Flame got an appointment for?\" he asked mid-flight.\n \"Just a medical check-up,\" she replied, \"standard practice.\"\n \"But he's totally fine, I never got one since I lost my limbs, is he okay?\"\n \"Oh he will be, once they're done.\"\n \"What do you mean?\" Spyro leaned past her wing. \"Done with what?\"\n \"Spyro, dear, I'm quite tired,\" Cynder flapped a little higher, \"you'll find out when they're finished next week.\"\n \"Wow, that's a long check-up!\"\n \"It's a very thorough one, hmhmhm.\"\nShe glided over the plains and then scooped her way up to the mountains, where their old fortress abode stood resolute amidst the wintry peaks. It was a lonely place, but Spyro did not mind, wanting only to be with his beloved mistress as they landed in the courtyard and he slithered off her back.\n \"Want to help me with dinner?\" she asked, walking in.\n \"Sure,\" he nodded, crawling beside, \"you want it broiled or well-done?\"\n \"Mmmmm I think well-done, you've earned a treat for being such a good boy today.\"\n \"I hope Flame'll feel better, I know he's a sore loser but it's really not that bad! Though I'm surprised it's happening to other males.\"\n \"Perhaps you're a trendsetter,\" she winked at him, \"lots of dragons want to emulate you.\"\n \"W-wait, but, this isn't, um...I mean, that's nice but, that feels kind of extreme to go that far.\"\n \"A lot of males are very silly,\" Cynder patted him, \"you would know from all the time you spent with Flame, spelunking in caves and risking your limbs.\"\nHe blushed with a giggle as they passed through the halls and to the dining room, where Spyro's wings sat above the fireplace as testament to his mistress' power. They had been well-preserved with a deathly stiffness, but remained just as golden as the day he had lost them. Crawling over to the kitchen, Spyro breathed his flame under the stove whilst Cynder put some meat inside, letting him control the heat to find the right temperature and burn their food to a crispy brown. Twenty minutes later, their food was ready as Cynder dabbled some herbs across the food, then cut it in half and put Spyro's share in a doggy bowl.\nShe dined at the table with a fork and knife, chewing elegant with her silverware and savouring the peace of her domain. Her mate scarfed like a mutt beside her, working his tongue around the bowl to slobber through his dish and lick the plate clean. Once they were done, they retired to their bedroom where he rolled on top of her and rubbed his sweet stone-chipped body against her beautiful belly.\n \"Are you horny?\" Cynder pawed his face. \"Does someone want his mistress' milk?\"\n \"Mmmm, m-maybe?\" the purple wyrm nuzzled at her crotch. \"Seeing that couple under the tree today, it made me um-\"\n \"Shhhh. Go ahead. I would never tell you not to serve your place.\"\nThe dragoness spread her legs and exposed her slit for him to savour, when he nuzzled at her crotch and gave a long deep lick to squirm inside. The slit parted with a small bump and something sprouted free, a thick pendulous member that slipped over Spyro's nostrils with a sweet sultry flavour. The salty taste was heavenly, so different from males he had fooled around with once or twice, a slightly-fruitier taste from Cynder. She laid on her back and moaned at his pleasuring, his limbless body tucked between her legs as he sat on her tail, and sucked her off with a deepning throat.\n \"Mmmmmhhh...yes...that's a good boy. No need for such silly fancies of herodom when you can please me all your life.\"\n \"Mmmnnnngh, m-mmmm, yes mistress,\" he panted between sucks.\n \"Do you love me, boy? Do you want to give me everything?\"\n \"Yes, yes, e-everything I had, my wings, my legs, my...body.\"\n \"If only I could take more from you. Every part of your life, your soul, your very being should belong to me.\"\n \"Yes, mistress!\" He swallowed to the hilt and choked on the lengthening meat. \"GLRRRK! Mmmmhh, I-i want to be your little wyrm as long as you want me.\"\n \"Ohhh Spyro,\" she throbbed a thicker pre from her dick, \"you'll be mine forever even long after you cease to be.\"\nCynder licked her lips as her eyes glinted with wicked power, a terrifying look that in a previous life would have scared him. But now he relished it, wanting her dominance to shadow over him like a comforting blanket, depriving him of thoughts and fears. Her body was his life now, her thick rising spear a monument to worship as he dragged his tongue along the stiffening sceptre, then sucked on the tip to drink down her thick nectar.\nHe nursed on her happily, his eyes closed and he pumped his throat faster to excite his mistress, tasting the throb of her veins across his tongue and soon starting to swallow a constant stream of rich pre. He bobbed gracefully on that thick pole, exaggerating his choking noises to excite his mistress who rumbled sweetly, and she started to buck a little harder to suffocate him proper, reminding him of his place with flushed cheeks.\nShe then pulled him by his horns off of her twitching spear, dragging him forwards up her belly to press her thick glans against his pucker. He made no resistance and slid down her cock with ease, happy to be her sleeve as she pumped her hips faster. His body writhed as she stuffed him deep, his tail shivered when his hole gaped around her thick throbbing mast that grinded into his folds and filled him up within seconds. Spyro whimpered and tried to undulate his body, wanting to give Cynder the most pleasure he could with his pathetic form and tightening the right walls she rubbed harder against.\n \"OHHH! Ohhhh my sweet little wyrm, such a good toy for your mistress, aren't you?\"\n \"HAAH, a-aaah!\" Spyro whimpered. \"I-i want to be the best t-toy for you, mistress, please, breed me!\"\n \"Ohhhhh if only,\" she chuckled deeply, \"perhaps one day, but for now you are far more useful as my personal relief.\"\nShe stroked his head with a gentle kiss, her tongue slipped into his maw and she suckled him gladly. Their tongues entwined together with a genuine love, her breaths fogged his throat and he swallowed them gratefully whilst pumping his rear down upon her pulsing staff. It trembled with a violent shudder, and Cynder's face beamed with pride at her lover's writhing body, his long stubby form slapping against her slit to take her deep to the hilt. The bed shook with excitement as Cynder growled in her approaching climax, her claws dug into his back and stroked lovingly over the stumps where his wings had once been.\nWith a triumphant roar, she pumped her fertile dragoness seed into his belly, bloating the wyrm a little more than usual with a gorgeous girth full of semen. He shuddered happily as he came from his own slit, a pathetic little pussy that could only dribble some vague semblance of male pre, that was soon devoured by the flooding river of Cynder's jizz.\n \"Aaaaaaah! Ohhhh yes...that's a good little hero.\"\n \"M-mmmmph, ohhhh!\" the male whimpered and sat on her dick. \"Th-thank you, mistress, i-it was very...I love when you breed me.\"\n \"I love it too,\" she kissed his head, \"now it's time to rest.\"\nThe black dragoness hugged him tight, still impaled upon her sceptre as she wrapped her wings around them both. Clutched like an infant, Spyro nuzzled her chest with a happy sound, her cum drooling out of his rear to stain her legs as they fell asleep to each other's heartbeat.\n\nThe next week, Spyro was taken down to the beach for a lovely day out with his mistress. The sands felt wonderful on his belly as he slipped off his mate's back, and crawled giddily through the shifting dunes. The waters lapped at his belly when he inched too close to the tide, and he cackled from an especially big wave that splashed over his form and left him drenched. Other wyrms could be seen playing around the beach, chasing each other in snail races or being tossed flying discs by their wives, before catching them with a mid-air bounce.\nThe sky was a peerless blue with very few clouds, the sun beat down upon scaled backs as dragons soaked up the rays or galloped in the water, where both children and adults splashed each other. The wyrms however were more than happy to bask in the sand, sometimes buried by pranking females to leave only their heads exposed while they slept.\n \"Are there more males than last week without limbs?\" Spyro cocked his head. \"It feels like it.\"\n \"You're just seeing more in one place,\" Cynder stretched out on her back, \"mmmmm nice to have a break from the council.\"\n \"I bet! Can we get ice cream after this?\"\n \"Of course, dear, good little wyrms always get ice cream.\"\n \"OH, we should get more herbs,\" he rolled closer to her, \"you're running out of dervinnier.\"\n \"Thank you,\" she nodded gladly, \"I knew I was forgetting something, it's been so long since I refilled that it just doesn't feel part of my usual shopping.\"\n \"CYNDER!\" a pink dragoness waved from down the shore. \"SPYRO, HI!\"\n \"Helloooooo!\" she waved back. \"How are you?\"\n \"Great! The appointment went really well, Flame's looking a lot better now!\"\n \"Really?!\" Spyro peeked up like a periscope. \"Where is he?!\"\n \"He's coming, he's a little...slow,\" she giggled, \"I wasn't sure to leave him on his own but he really wanted to enjoy the sands.\"\n \"Of course,\" Cynder patted her boy, \"you have to give them some little pleasures, and he is mine.\"\n \"N-not that little,\" Spyro whimpered playfully.\n \"Little to me.\"\nShe stroked her crotch with a long lick of her lips to make him gulp and turn red, before the sound of a shuffling slump could be heard coming close to them. Flame slowly came into view, a lump of orange glinting in the sun that dragged its face hard through the sand, and revealed one of his horns had been snapped off to show a thick bony scar. But what truly startled Spyro was the blank stare in Flame's eyes, the hanging tongue like a breathless puppy as he staggered across the beach in a haphazard crawl, constantly bumping into other dragons who leapt over him.\n \"Fl-...Flame?!\" Spyro wriggled closer. \"What, hah, wh-what happened?!\"\n \"The appointment!\" Ember patted her mate. \"Did Cynder not tell you, the lobotomy? What with Flame getting all aggressive at everyone, I thought it was high time we fixed that!\"\n \"But, b-but he...how could you do that to him?!\"\n \"He's fiiiine, look! Say hello, Flame!\"\n [b]\"Hhhhnn,\"[/b] he breathed flatly and nuzzled him, [b]\"hhrrrrnaaaah!\"[/b]\n \"See, he said hello!\"\n \"He's not, he's,\" the purple drake shook his head, \"you took out his brain, you, you...you broke him!\"\n \"Spyro, dear,\" Cynder tutted with a wagging finger, \"that's not very nice of you to go judging others' decisions, considering what you went through.\"\n \"Wh-what?!\"\n \"Flame was rather upset at your life choices but you wanted him to respect that. You were far happier without your limbs and your wings and your malehood, what difference does it make if he's happier without some of his brain?\"\n \"But...th-that's different, that, you need your brain to think and feel and-\"\n \"Not really!\" Ember shrugged. \"He just needs to breathe, he can still feel things, he just thinks much less than before, it was bothering him so much.\"\n \"Are you serious?\" Spyro cringed, leaning back. \"He looks so...empty.\"\n \"Trust me, he's just tired, but I think he's much better like this, right Cynder?!\"\n \"Ohhh yes, absolutely,\" the black dragoness chuckled, putting a paw on Spyro's horns, \"I think most males don't need to think that much, honestly.\"\n \"Right?!\" the pink lady waved her paw. \"He's so much more relaxed now, and anytime I need him for a little bedroom fun I can just flip him over and ride him!\"\n \"Wonderful.\"\nThe girls bantered whilst Spyro nuzzled his friend to try and get a response. Flame panted and gave him a big fat lick, slurping across the purple face with a whimpering pant as he blinked his eyes independently, and his breath heaved with a foetid wheeze before he lumbered off to try and beckong Spyro to chase him. Despite his flat voice and dumb-dog expression, Flame was scampering as best as he could without limbs and wriggled through the sands with a taunting yap.\nIt was an odd thing to see his friend so feral and yet so goofy, fumbling around the beach as he bumped against safety poles and sand buckets in the way with Spyro chasing after him. The shock soon began to wear off, the former hero tried to pin Flame who was oddly much better at wrestling without his higher faculties. With pure instincts guiding him, the orange wyvern grabbed Spyro's throat in his jaws and rolled him like a crocodile with his prey, spinning him in the dirt before the purple wyrm cried out defeat.\n \"AAAAH, I GIVE!\" he flopped on his back with a panting smile. \"Wow, you're uh, h-how did you get better?!\"\n [b]\"Mmmmhammah,\"[/b] Flame nibbled him cutely, [b]\"haluuulala?\"[/b]\n \"Well, I mean, you do seem happy. But I dunno, this seems a lot to take away from you, how do you even think?\"\n [b]\"Rrrrr?\"[/b] he cocked his head.\n \"Do you even remember me?\"\nFlame simply licked his face and purred dumbly, then shoved him playfully to try and pin him. The two started wrestling once more, and the longer they played, the more docile Spyro became almost in a mutual submission to the more beastly friend, whilst the girls looked on like doting mothers.\n \"Isn't it lovely?\" Ember sighed, stretching her legs. \"He's hardly any different to his old self when he was happy.\"\n \"I can already hear them now,\" Cynder cupped her ear-hole and mimicked Flame's voice, \"Spyro, wanna go spelunking? I found this cooool cave with the sharpest floor you can cut your legs on!\"\n \"Heeheehee, ohhh wow that's really good, it sounds just like him!\"\n \"Hmhmhm, thank you,\" the black drake bowed. \"He definitely looks happier, he's even managing to beat Spyro.\"\n \"I think half his problem was needing self-confidence,\" Ember rolled on her side, \"a lot of his attitude came from just jealousy I think, but once that's gone he's a much better wyrm!\"\n \"I agree. In fact, I almost wonder what other males could benefit from it.\"\n \"Like saaaay, Agarius?\"\n \"Or maybe someone closer to home,\" Cynder waggled her eyebrows, \"if it does wonders for Flame, imagine who else could benefit.\"\n \"Oooooh yeah!\" she nodded eagerly. \"I'd love to see him like that, he's practically halfway there! But wouldn't that make him a bad test subject?\"\n \"Yes, of course, I have the other issue we talked about. If things go the way they are with us dragons getting improvements and the wyrms losing theirs, we'll have a population issue.\"\n \"Right, you were saying,\" the pink lady straightened her neck, \"you got a plan for that, yet?\"\n \"I do,\" the dark dragoness nodded, \"Verdalie's gathering some parts for me, this next experiment will require a much more intrinsic form of alchemy than I am used to. It's one thing to take a part from another species, but it's far more to endow one with the ability to give life.\"\n \"It's why us dragonesses are so perfect, we can do everything! Speaking of, um, can I get a sample of that special growing tonic?\"\n \"Oh but of course, I'll send some to your house. Hopefully by the next meeting I shall have something ready to show you, before any fears of reduced births start perpetrating.\"\n \"A-AAAAH, FLAME!\" Spyro squeaked. \"A-ALRIGHT, I GIVE I GIVE!\"\nAgain the purple wyrm had been topped by his friend, whose snorting sounds and drooling fangs rumbled around Spyro's throat until he stopped resisting. Then the orange slug released him and panted happily at his victory, crawling back towards Ember proudly like he was best in show. Spyro laid on the sands exhausted from his battle, but strangely relieved that his friend was not entirely gone from memory.\nWhen they headed back up to town, the girls carrying their wyrm-boys upon their backs, he noticed another new change in the world. More females were now endowed with masculine parts, sauntering about with thicker legs and sturdier tails that swished with newfound strength. Their bodies were more muscular and their wings flexed harder, whilst their husbands wriggled beside them and nuzzled their swollen slits, or even sucked off their cocks in public much to the cheers of other ladies.\nSpyro was rather confused by such brazen behaviour, no longer hiding under boughs but now just outright mating in the street, with some females even just rolling their husbands onto their wormy backs and drill-fucking their holes with newfound lust. Yet no one seemed to mind this time, at worse there was a rolling of eyes and as the few males not yet converted to the Wyrm Life, simply walked on to their remaining business. As they passed through the town square, where the statues had finally been converted to stridant feminine beauties of strength and justice, a green-scaled dragoness approached them.\n \"Cynder!\" she waved to them. \"I got the ingredients!\"\n \"Oh thank you!\" the black drake took a box of sweet-smelling herbs. \"This is just what I needed, once I figure out the right formula everything will be perfect.\"\n \"What's that?!\" gasped Spyro, peeking up. \"Stuff for dinner?\"\n \"No no, dear, this is special laboratory work, and I'll need my special assistant to help me later.\"\n \"Ooooh you working on something new?! I can't wait to see.\"\n \"Oh you will,\" she patted him, \"you certainly will.\"\nShe gave a knowing wink to the other girls who tittered with excitement, before Cynder returned home with both her wyrm on her back and her cargo strapped to her front.\n\nAfter they had a light dinner, they went down to the dungeons where she conducted her experiments. The past owner had used it as a means of torture and demonstration to those who dared defy him, but to the new owner it was a place for advancing science in a whole new world. A table with various beakers sat bubbling away, with the box of herbs nearby that Cynder spread out and carefully measured into different bowls.\n \"Now, this is the oestre,\" she scribbled down in a notebook, \"and this is the stanfreh, and here is the tesgrop. Now combine the tesgrop with the oestre first, then the stanfreh to intensify-\"\n \"Cynder?\" Spyro asked behind her. \"You ever feel weird experimenting stuff in here?\"\n \"No, why?\"\n \"I mean, this was the place you used to be. Are you okay down here?\"\n \"Of course, dear,\" she mashed some plants into a pestle, \"I won't let fear conquer me, not since you saved me before, and for that I'm thankful.\"\n \"Okay, so,\" he muttered and shook his head, \"you wouldn't ever do anything that I wouldn't want, right?\"\n \"Never. I want to make you the perfect mate, and you want that too, yes?\"\n \"Absolutely, good! Glad we're on the same page.\"\nThe legless wyrm laid down beneath the table, slightly bored but curious at her new tests. She stirred things in a pot, wrote down notes in complex equations, and over the course of twenty minutes, she concocted a new potion that she filled up in a fresh vial.\n \"Theeere we are,\" she turned to him, \"drink this up.\"\n \"What is it?\" he sniffed tepidly. \"Smells like...strawberry and banana.\"\n \"Something to strengthen your body, and make it more fertile, as it were.\"\n \"Uhhh...okay, bottoms up then!\"\n \"No, no, it's not for drinking dear. Roll over.\"\nBy this point he hardly questioned it, his mind so dull and worn down from her influence that he would drink anything she gave him. But this was a new one as he rolled onto his back and offered his two gaping holes that had been stretched from several months of use. But it wasn't perfectly breedable yet, despite his male slit now resembling a hardened pussy with warped lips and wrinkled edges.\nShe poured the vial down into his slit, a warm frothy sensation dribbled through his walls and seeped into the withered stem where his shaft had once rooted. An odd tingling shudder filled his belly, the strangest feeling tickled him all over as he writhed and moaned with a panting buck of his legless hips. Something dribbled out of his slit, a new type of pre that was thinner than before, almost watery with a new fragrant scent. Hot flushes ran through his head, his brain cooked slightly as Cynder offered him some fresh water to drink, as well as a cooling salve to put on his scalp.\n \"Haaaah, a-a-aaaah, f-feels funny!\" he squeaked.\n \"Gooood little one,\" she cooed, \"just let it happen. Let your body become a perfect example.\"\nHer smile was radiant with lustful eyes as Spyro felt something corrode inside his body. The last remnants of his masculinity was soon peeled away, the whorl-meat stem of his penis was grounded down into a smooth shapely tunnel as the walls grew soft from the new tonic. The muscles faded inside his former genital slit, the lips puffed out to look more yonic until a budding clit sprouted at its peak. His voice also grew to a higher pitch, a tearful whimper came to his eyes as he felt his heart throb in a different rhythm.\nThen came the yawning chasm in his belly, an empty hollow where something swelled then slackened like the bellows for a stove. The sizzling intensified until a bubbling slurry built up from his new pussy, and forced out all of his male stumpy bits into a meaty drool that was strangely painless. Then the walls started to break down, peeling the muscular layers as he felt strangely slack in his rear passages.\nBoth of them started to dribble out an odd pinkish stream, an acid sting thickened out to make him yelp. Spyro watched two holes become one. The walls stripped away to leave plenty of room and form a \"traditional\" reptilian cloaca that drooled with his new pre. Throughout all this, Cynder grew hard with the prospect of breeding, and her growl took a deeper tone.\n \"Perfect,\" she licked her lips, \"shall we test your new limits?\"\n \"Wh-what, haaah,\" Spyro trembled, \"I feel different, m-more than usual.\"\n \"Ohhh yes, and now to see if it all works. Have you ever wanted to have children, dear?\"\n \"S-some...sometimes, but I can't breed anymore.\"\n \"Now you can. Now, you can.\"\nHis eyes widened with a sudden realisation, and a giddy smile of biological need crept across his face. With his body changed once more, he experienced his first heat in the presence of a superior male, or one just as dominant at least. His legs twisted outwards, his hips grew a little wider and his tail lifted higher with a trembling pant. Something dripped out of his once-male parts, a sweet honeyed scent that made Cynder grow excited, and in turn make her slit swell with her studly cock.\n \"Wh-what, what's happening to me?\" Spyro whispered. \"My body feels, h-hot, so hot!\"\n \"You most certainly are,\" Cynder purred and walked round him, \"such a beautiful mare you'll be.\"\n \"M-mare?! Wait, you don't mean-\"\n \"Yes, my sweet little failure. Now you can finally serve me better, as a wife and a mother to our new family.\"\n \"You...you mean it?!\" he shivered with excitement. \"I-i can finally...ohhh, that's amazing!\"\n \"And you won't have to lift a finger,\" she raised her paw, \"not that you can, anymore. Now roll over for me.\"\nHe did exactly that and puffed out his new cloaca, feeling a new set of muscles that he could flex with anticipation as Cynder mounted him. Her rising shaft grinded against his lips, and after a few tender rubs, she pushed herself in with a shuddering gasp. Her beloved shrieked in newfound pleasure, such a whole new sensation as the black drake slid inside with such perfect ease, almost like the hole had been made just for her.\nIn some ways it was, how the folds rippled just right around her gorgeous sceptre and sucked her deeper inside, whilst the former hero writhed in sweet bliss. His walls sang with a feminine glee, how they dripped with lustre and smothered Cynder's staff when she pulled out to reveal a glossy sheen, then pumped back in with a trembling moan. This was it, she thought to herself, the peak of her dominance, her rise to perfection almost within her grasp and the only one who would even think to stop her, was now a helpless brood slut addicted to her cock.\nSpyro whimpered and bucked against her crotch to clap their bodies together, his stumps twitched in a trembling need as his newly-formed womb was soon kissed by his mate. A sharp stabbing pain hit against the cervix and made him shriek a happy sound when he reached up to lick his beloved mistress. She bent down to nuzzle him and lapped over his face, her long tongue raking across his horns with increasing hunger, as she pounded his new hole ever deeper.\n \"Ohhhh yessss,\" she panted, \"gods I did not think you could be anymore perfect.\"\n \"Haaah, a-aaah, AAAH!\"\n \"You moan like a mare should...very good. Perfect little incubator for me and our future...my future.\"\n \"C-cynder, AAAAH, mistress, please! I-i want your eggs, I want them in me s-so much, let me carry your babies!\"\n \"Of course, my sweet failure,\" she kissed his head, \"this is all you ever were, all you ever deserved to be.\"\nShe strengthened her stance and pumped harder into him, causing Spyro to yelp more effeminate with each thrust that grinded the entrance to his future egg-chamber. The dragoness slapped her hips against her wyrm, who writhed on the floor in rising bliss as his tail swished between her back legs, his tongue hung out eagerly for them to kiss each other deep and entwine together when she stuffed him full.\nTheir moans of rapture fogged their throats as Cynder fed him her saliva, a thickening lust that he swallowed feverishly with a growing thirst, much like the one his mate now had to fill him to the brim. She plapped her thighs harder and a porous stream oozed from his slit that dripped down his swishing tail, the precum filled up against his gaping walls and seeped inside every part of his new anatomy. A burning warmth consumed his lower body, he undulated his serpentine form to grind his beloved all over his rippling folds and make sure they were smothered.\nKnowing her rhythm instinctively, Spyro clenched his cloaca with each slam of Cynder's pole and felt his womb open up, readying itself for the last bastion of his masculinity to fall as he embraced the new world. Even if he did not know it yet, he would be the first sign of Cynder's new society, when she roared a climactic joy and came inside of him. His fate was sealed as she pumped her rich fertile seed through his depths, gushing through his new anatomy and drowning them in her glorious cum.\n \"A-AAAAH! MISTRESS! OHHH CYNDER, YES, YES!\"\n \"TAKE MY EGGS, YOU LITTLE WYRM!\" she bellowed. \"TAKE THEM UNTIL YOU BURST, SPYRO UNTIL YOU'RE A FAT LITTLE SNAKE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DESERVED TO BE!\"\nHer wings snapped wide in orgasmic thrall as she pumped him to the brim, a white froth spilled out from his single hole and left him completely exhausted. All of the new sensations took a toll on his body, his eyes rolled up and he mumbled to himself in his own little spurts of glee. Something quivered inside him like a water balloon, and something underneath his stomach bulged up with a pleasant chubby shape that made Cynder giggle excited.\n \"Good wife,\" she kissed him once more, \"do you need help back upstairs?\"\n \"Um, y-y-yes,\" he nodded bashfully, \"I'm really tired, that...that took a lot out of me.\"\n \"Alright then,\" she offered her wing for him to crawl up like a slug, \"it will take some time, and a few more breeding sessions will make sure it sticks.\"\n \"M-more?\" he wriggled onto her back. \"Am I really going to be a mother?\"\n \"We shall see. I'm very proud of you, Spyro. You're such a big help to me in my future plans.\"\n \"Mmmm...yeah.\"\nHe was too tired to pay attention as he yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep as she walked carefully back up the stairs and rolled him into bed.\n\nThe next few months, she made certain to fuck him once every week to ensure he was fertilised, whilst keeping up her duties at the council. Spyro rarely left the fort from this point on, having grown much more exhausted with his new body taking its toll on him and sleeping most of the day, until Cynder returned to breed him once more.\nIt was the perfect life for the purple wyrm, serving his mistress and her thick cock in every way possible, as he grew much fatter and swollen with their children in waiting. He struggled to move through the castle, requiring Cynder's help more than usual to be carried around in order to help with her experiments, or cook meals at the stove. Then the day would come at last, when his body trembled with a hard push through his insides, and Cynder laid him down on a mat.\n \"Alright now,\" she began, \"remember to push through your hips, take deep breaths and stay on your belly.\"\n \"A-aaah, AAAAH!\" Spyro whimpered. \"Th-they, they're so big, haaaah!\"\n \"Yeees they certainly are, but you'll do just fine, my dear. Now, push, and breathe.\"\n \"Push, a-and, breathe, haaah. Push, and, b-breaaaa-AAAAAGH!\"\nA phantom pain rippled through where his thighs had once been, and his stumps twitched harder when the eggs pushed through his colon. Never had he felt such a girth inside him, as slippery as the mass was with a slick self-lubricating force as his tail trembled in a soft shudder. He panted in time to Cynder's rhythm, he clenched his teeth and howled with a blissful agony that was barely-comparable to when he lost his limbs. But it was a new exquisite pain all on its own, and he squirted with anguished arousal from his cunt that dripped profusely onto the mat.\nIt was the most bizarre feeling to feel something so solid push through his colon, a hard gooey shell stretched his walls and rubbed against them in such a way as to make him frustratingly wet with desire, that Cynder helped him by offering her lustrous cock to suck on. He nursed on her happily, his moans rattled through her lower body as she stroked his horns witha gentle tut.\n \"Good boy...that's it, push that little bit harder for my babies.\"\n \"MMMM, m-mmmmhhhh!\"\n \"Just a little longer, dear. My sweet little failure, you gave everything up for me and now...now no one can even recognise you as the hero you once were.\"\n \"Mmmmmhhhh, MMMMRRRH!\"\nThe vibrations of his screams poured down her sceptre as she humped at his throat, watching Spyro's cloaca stretch with a white porous half-moon eclipsing out of his body. A shrieking howl escaped the wyrm as he forced out his first egg, a soft smooth oval that rolled across the mat with a slimy trail and a sense of relief from the mother. Spyro panted with tears in his eyes when the second one came through, a girthy shape that squelched out of his puckered pussy and made his back-stumps quake in agony, all to his mistress' delight.\nThe longest forty minutes of his life soon passed, when he struggled to heave out six fresh new eggs in a slippery chain like fat anal beads. Each one he passed through made him spurt with orgasmic pain, his body shook all the way through as he kept sucking off his mate, who moaned and fed him pre that thickened each time he pushed out another egg. She stroked his chest with soothing whispers, hushing his moans and savouring his writhing motions when a bulbous girth swelled in his stomach, and pushed hard to squeeze out one more.\nHe couldn't count how many times he came in that whole session, but Cynder managed to fill him once with a hefty glut of rich milk that he swallowed every drop. When he finally pushed out the last egg, the black drake gathered them up into a little bundle and turned the mat into a miniature nest, before sliding her thick halberd across his gaping cunt. She then slid inside to breed him again, and all he could do was moan breathlessly as she pumped away.\n \"Good little boy,\" Cynder breathed on him, \"this is what you were meant for...a perfect breeding hole.\"\n \"Aaaah, a-aaaah! I love it t-too...thank you, mistress.\"\n \"Your life belongs to me. But I can take so much more from you.\"\n \"H-huh, aaah!\"\n \"Remember how happy Flame was on the beach before? You could be just as happy too.\"\n \"But, you mean,\" he gasped and bucked against her, \"aaaah!\"\n \"All I need is your body,\" she kissed over his face, \"what's thinking ever done for you, really? You can move perfectly fine without those thoughts.\"\n \"Do you, haah, AAAH, d-do you really...want that?\"\n \"I know you do. Say it. Give me everything you have.\"\n \"I want, I...I want everything t-to be yours. My body, my brain, my...everything! I wanna be happy with you and no one else, p-please take my brain!\"\n \"You want to stop thinking?\"\n \"Yes, YES! I don't wanna think, I wanna be your little breeding pup!\"\n \"Excellent,\" the dragoness pumped deep, \"then tomorrow, we shall begin. Just you and me. My special little failure.\"\nAfter she pumped him full of seed once more, they would rest and she would tend to the new clutch. Spyro let his natural instincts kick in on how to cradle the eggs and wrap around them like a serpent mother, nuzzling the newborns with gentle purrs and a giddy excitement for the future. Not that it would matter soon as they prepared for the operation, of which Cynder would personally administrate in the privacy of their own home.\nOn the table of her dungeon lab, she tied her lover down and brought out a tray of instruments. Spyro laid out like an indigo smear, panting nervous for what was to come as Cynder hummed a little song to herself, and picked up her first tools beneath the crackling flames. Her shadow loomed over him as she peeled back the skin beneath his horn to reveal the white-blood bone.\n \"Now, let's see,\" she glanced over a chart on dragon anatomy, \"I'll want to make sure your motor functions are all safe, we just need to take out most of your limbic system, maybe some of your hippocampus and cerebrum, not all of it of course.\"\n \"W-will it hurt?\" he trembled. \"Not too much, I hope!\"\n \"Oh no, there's very few nerves in the brain, it'll just feel rather cold and piercing. Now let's begin.\"\nSpyro braced himself as the first incision went in, carving the bone to open up a letterbox and reveal that squishy reptilian brain, a long strange bundle of wrinkled jelly. With cautious precision, she found the limbic system and carefully peeled away the layers, taking parts of his memory but leaving pieces of emotional processing. She wanted to make sure she was happy, but not have to worry about him recalling silly things of his past herodom. To Spyro, it felt like colour was being robbed from his world, piece by piece, memory by memory. The first flight he ever took, the family that raised him, the face of his mentor all slowly fading to become shapeless blurs.\n \"Aaaah, O-OH!\" Spyro yelped. \"Th-this feels, f-f-feels, w-weeeeird!\"\n \"Just relax,\" Cynder cooed, \"you trust me, yes? I would never hurt you, Spyro, never make you do anything you never wanted.\"\n \"I know, I-i know, it's just, haaah. So scary, I dunno how it's gonna be!\"\n \"I'll take care of you. You won't want for anything ever again.\"\nShe giggled as she twisted out more of the memory bits, the nitty-gritty of rememberance that she used a scalpel and teaspoon to scoop out carefully in small dollops of meat. The sound of gristle separating burned in his ears with a squelchy sound, like pushing one's finger through a bowl of porridge as his eyes rolled up and his voice started to peter out. Soon his mind was a blank, a stuttering feeble darkness where all his memories before this week had been wiped clean.\n \"Did we uh,\" he mumbled, \"did we always live in this place?\"\n \"Of course, Spyro,\" she kept pulling parts out, \"keep talking for me, I want to make sure I get this right.\"\n \"O-okay, so, um...why do I have no limbs?\"\n \"You gave them up, dear, you said you didn't need them anymore to please me.\"\n \"Oh, okay! I must have been right to think tha-urrrrrrr-\"\n \"Oops, too far!\" she pulled back her scalpel. \"We'll leave that speech processing for last.\"\nShe kept working around the parts of his brain to erase all the non-important stuff. The hippocampus was wrenched right out, tearing free his knowledge and experienced ways, which also had a hardened crystalline centre specifically for controlling magic and the innate powers of a dragon. Of course, Cynder cracked that out of his brain with a hard twist that squeaked in their ears, before she plucked it and dropped it in a tray with a loud clatter.\n \"W-woah!\" Spyro shuddered. \"I feel...I-i-i feel so...so weak.\"\n \"Awwww poor baby,\" she kissed his head, \"don't worry, it'll all be over soon, all those nasty thoughts and heavy burdens weighing you down for so long.\"\n \"Ohhh yes...thank you, Cynder. I can't wait to be happier than ever in my...my life.\"\nHis smile twisted up with painful glee, as the dark dragoness scooped out the last of his memory centres. She carved through the cerebrum very gently, testing the right parts for what was his muscle control and what was his speech, which she rent free from his neural core. Spyro soon lost everything to his queen, his mistress divine, and with a stuttering mumble of glazed eyes with greyish blood dripping out of his head, he smiled the dumbest look he had ever given. A look that made her happy.\n \"That's a good little wyrm,\" Cynder patted him, \"now let's patch you up, and show you off to the council, hmm?\"\n [b]\"Mmmnnnuh!\"[/b] he babbled. [b]\"Bahmmnah, hah!\"[/b]\n \"Gods you are precious, never thought you'd be any cuter than you could already be.\"\nShe balled up his brain meat and dumped it into a bag with stale herbs and broken glass to be disposed of safely. Then Cynder refitted the piece of bone she had taken out his skull, and sealed it back into place with a special serum that recalcified the cracks. Spyro was now gone forever, nothing more than a pathetic purple wyrm that rolled off the table, slumped to the floor and crawled out of the room to follow his mistress.\n\n===========\n\nSeven years had passed since Cynder had taken over the council, and had Spyro still retained any of his memories in that time, he would not have recognised this new world approaching him. Sitting at the steps of the council building were eight male wyrms all with the same blank stare, their tongues hanging as they barked and rolled with each other, all with a huge scar beneath their horns and big puppy-dog eyes. One of them was a purple wyrm with white horns and reddish belly, who tangled his leash up with another dragon as they cavorted through the grass.\n \"Flaaash! Flash, come here sweetie!\"\nHe looked up with his neck covered in drool, and whimpered up at his lady who came trotting down the steps with seven other females. The wyrms all yapped and nuzzled their owners, their heads showing matching scars as the ladies untangled their leashes. But Cynder's wyrm was smaller than the other males, more lean and slender like an off-colour Spyro.\n \"Oh you silly thing,\" a red dragoness tutted, \"hold still, let me fix that.\"\n \"Your mate always plays with mine,\" said a sapphire drake, \"they're practically husbands at this rate!\"\n \"Oh I wish, that would be quite a show to see.\"\n \"Really?\" Ember pulled Flame along with her. \"Maybe we could arrange a play date.\"\n \"Well, maybe, they do deserve a little fun but my husband would clearly win.\"\n \"Care to wager on that?\" Cynder winked. \"Come on Flash, let's have a little play and then we'll go home.\"\nThe girls giggled as they took their wyrms out for a stroll, heading through the town that had transformed itself under her leadership. Through the cobbled streets they passed by other females leading their limbless mates, hollow-headed males who snorted and barked at each other playfully. Hatchlings trotted to school beneath statues of dominant dragonesses, who rose mighty above pathetic males that crawled eagerly between their paws.\n \"[i]Good morning, Mrs. Cynderrrr![/i]\" the youths waved to her.\n \"Gooood morning dears,\" she bowed to them, \"enjoying your lessons?\"\n \"We're learning about Malefor's defeat!\" one boy pipped up. \"Thanks to you an' Mr. Spyro!\"\n \"Awww he would have loved to hear that, now remember you'll be just like him, without limbs and serving a wonderful wife.\"\n \"Yes, Mrs. Cynder!\" said all the young males.\n \"I would never have imagined this could happen!\" Ember giggled beside her. \"It felt weird the first year, but now it feels so natural!\"\n \"I agree!\" said Azora the blue drake. \"You did marvellous work changing the land to its more rightful place.\"\n \"And efficiency is up by 12%,\" a brown-scaled lady tapped her snout, \"helps without any of that testosterone stinking up the place.\"\n \"I'm very glad it all worked out,\" Cynder walked on, \"and my new tonics improved birth rates since the last batch.\"\n \"They certainly have, making sure our nation continues to remain strong and educated.\"\nThey arrived soon at one of the parks, where dozens of wyrms rolled in the grass and played with each other happily. The council let off theirs from their leashes, and they crawled in a short race as fast as their bellies could towards the rest of their friends. They rolled and chomped and headbutted each other, venting all of their urges in the safest fashion with a few even trying to hump each other for dominance despite having masculine cloacas. Cynder laid down on the grass and watched her little purple wyrm roll with them, the boy much faster than the others as he scrabbled on top of the others.\n \"Your son's incredible,\" said Verdalie the green beside her, \"he looks just like his father.\"\n \"And just as strong too!\" Scarletta stroked her crimson claws. \"He'll make a good breeder.\"\n \"Eventually,\" Cynder grinned, \"I've bred my way through the boys in alphabetical order, don't want to breed them too much or else their bodies give out.\"\n \"Of course, of course, RUDY! Rudy, stop that!\"\n \"Oh leave him, he'll learn one way or the other.\"\nRudy was trying to hump the roots of a tree, much to the laughter of the other girls until it was time to go home, and Cynder took Flash with her back to their castle abode. Strapped to her back with a special sling, she flapped her wings as the hatchling mumbled to himself, nuzzling his mother as they swooped through the clouds. At their humble winter abode, she landed quietly and skipped her way in through the corridors, before ascending to her bedroom and gently opening the door.\n \"I'm hooooome!\"\n \"OH, welcome back!\" said a young female voice. \"How was work, mother?!\"\n \"Ohhh same as usual, lots of talking, but progress is going well with our trades in Avalar! How are your brothers?\"\n \"They've been really sweet,\" said a second drake, \"Brindle's almost ready to deliver!\"\n \"Mmmm excellent.\"\nFrom a large mattress set on the floor next to Cynder's gorgeous silk bed, three limbless drakes all shrieked with excitement at their mother's arrival. Beside them were two dragonesses, one purple with green eyes and one black with golden horns that tended to her siblings. Flash joined them in a happy gallop, rumbling forwards like a hungry mole before slamming into a dark-scaled wyrm and biting him playfully. But they all respectfully avoided the most pregnant one, a swollen serpent with a rich-wine belly that heaved with eggs.\n \"Thank you for looking after them,\" Cynder climbed onto her bed, \"I'll take care of them tomorrow so you both can go to school.\"\n \"I don't mind, they're so cute!\" one petted her brother. \"I want to be here when Brindle births though.\"\n \"Would they be our nephews or our brothers?\" asked the other young drake.\n \"Both, I think!\"\n \"You're both such good sisters,\" the mother chuckled, \"and soon you'll be great aunts. I need to rest, if that's alright, I'll make dinner in an hour.\"\n \"Okay, mother!\"\nThis was the life, she thought. A perfect family all to herself, with devoted daughters and obedient sons who would continue her true bloodline, in a world sculpted perfectly for the way that dragons should be. Her society was complete, and as her children played with each other on their silken mattress, she looked towards the wall where Spyro's wings had been moved to her bedroom. Forever he would be with her, as the foundation to her new society that would ensure every female to rise above, and every male to serve them in body and soul.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the realm of Dragons, school had just started for the first cycle of spring.  Scores of young dragons trotted together with thigh-packs full of writing tools, jostling and biting each other playfully as they entered the vast halls of learning.  The academy was a central pavilion near the town square, where sunkissed cobblestones reflected the grand pillars either side of its entrance, and a shining dome was crowned by a dragoness, who had a wyrm wrapped round her feet.
Filing into different rooms, the dragons sat on comfy pillows in front of low desks that faced towards a great slab of amethyst set into the wall, and a long window of tinted glass where the sunlight danced across their scales.  After enough of their babbling chatter, a tall blue dragoness clapped her front paws for attention.
        "Good morning, hatchlings!"
        "Good morning, Madame Chalcan!" the children replied.
        "Glad to see you all after the big break, today we are going to explain some new changes in society.  I'm sure you've noticed a few things different around town since you came back from your holidays, which is what we're going to cover."
        "I-is this about the male wyrming?!" squeaked a pink-scaled drake.
        "Exactly."
Chalcan tapped the amethyst wall and scratched it with her claw to form a mosaic pattern, which then rearranged itself into a simple-looking dragon.  The dragon started roaring and spitting fire, before its limbs popped off like a cheap doll and it smiled rather dumbly.
        "Studies have shown lately that in order to curb the aggression of males, a delimbing process is necessary in order to flush out the testosterone.  Some males volunteered for this and there's been a markedly-noticable improvement in their behaviour, in accordance to the council's monitoring."
        "Uhhh, miss?" one green boy raised his hand.  "Why is it only the boys and not the girls?"
        "Cuz weeee're smarter!" a yellow girl poked her tongue at him.
        "Nuh yer not!"
        "Mmmhmm, you're too stupid to know what's good fer ya, that's what my mom says to my dad, and he had his limbs cut off and he's super happy now!"
        "I like my paws, I wanna run around, I don't wanna be a wyrm, I'm not stupid!"
        "Now now," Chalcan raised her paws, "while studies show that girls are slightly more intelligent on average, it's nothing to do with your smarts.  It's about how we're suited to different roles to make society work best."
She sweeped the wall and the now-limbless dragon was being led around on a leash by another drake.  More of them started to appear across the board, happy wormy drakes pulled by their mistresses who chatted to each other.
        "This wyrming process," the teacher explained, "is specifically designed to extricate more of the testosterone, it wouldn't work on a female since we lack that already, that's why we're much more cool-headed and sensible.  Males have their own intelligence too, knowing how to serve females proper once they've emptied out that testosterone proper to think more clearly."
        "Soooo why do we have it?" asked a red young male.  "Why we got tes-toss-teroni if it's bad?"
        "Because in the olden days, males had to fight each other for territory using teeth and claws and brute strength.  That was the savage ways we used to be, but now in modern times we are more advanced and intelligent, we debate between territories and settle things in a proper mannerly fashion.  And that's why one day, you'll have your limbs taken off, and you'll be a much happier male."
        "Do we get leashes for them too?!" an orange girl clapped her paws.  "I wanna pull Jerdyk around like a pet!"
        "N-noooo," the red one shook his head, "I-i mean, um, w-we can just walk together like we do."
        "But it'd be fuuuun if you were a wyrm and I show you to all my friends!"
The girls giggled and pointed at the boys, who grew more tense and fearful about what sordid ideas they had.  A couple males however blushed with a giddy smile, and started crawling towards them with a wormy vibe that made them all coo and pet the submissive boys.  The teacher then brought their focus back to her, and scried their new lessons on the wall with a further explanation of the town's new structure.
The day would pass as children wrote in their books, scribbling with quills between their dexterous claws as they learned about modern society, how males and females should act with each other, and memorising the names of the council leaders.  Azora, Verdalie, Scarletta, Jaundiu, Ochrana, Ember, Ambrusee, and Cynder.  Once the sun started to set, and the sky grew dark with pinkish hues beneath the clouds, the children would leave school and return to their houses.
At that moment, the council was finishing their meeting in a large austere building where two dragons stood tall with claws raised over a triangular roof, that formed a beautiful parchment inscribed in the old reptilian tongue.  Eight pillars stood across the steps, and beneath those sat eight limbless males who crawled around in the dirt, sunning themselves on the pavement whilst occasionally tussling with each other.
        "I'm gonna pin ya!" cried an orange wyrm.  "I got ya this time!"
        "No you don't!" a purple one shouted.  "You can't win against me!"
        "Ohhh here we go," a white drake rolled his eyes, "every day with these two."
        "I find it charming," a gold-coloured male slumped on his back, "it's nice to see the youth still fired up."
        "I thought the point was they wouldn't be."
        "Well you still need a little vigour for the wives, yes?"
The pale and yellow wyrms were full adults, but no less pathetic-looking with their long serpentine bodies and burnt-out stumps as they languished beside the council steps, watching the two younger dragons tussle with each other despite their leashes getting tied up.  The orange one managed to pin his friend, but the purple dragon scooped the jaw with his golden horns, then rolled him hard onto his back and chomped down on his neck firmly to make him surrender.
        "O-okay, OKAY!  I give!"
        "Haha, yeaaaah that's 3-to-2!" the purple one grinned and rolled off.  "That's what you get for not using your wing-stumps!"
        "It's hard, okay?!  I haven't gotten used to them yet!"
        "You'll get there one day," he shook the scarred lumps on his back, "just takes practice!"
        "Spyrooooo!" a voice called.  "Ready to go?"
        "Yes, ma'am!" he barked happily.
Out of the council hall came eight dragonesses with silver tiaras, all resplendent with wide wings and strong studly bodies that the limbless males all shot up their heads for.  With wagging tongues and panting sounds, they gladly nuzzled their wives and mistresses who untied their leashes, and took them through the township.  Spyro's mate was of course Cynder, the largest of the females with her black svelte body and thickest muscles of a masculine tone.
        "Did you have a good time with Flame?" she cooed.
        "I did, I beat him again!" Spyro chirped proudly.  "How was your day?"
        "Ohhh, dreadful, the artisans are demanding a recoup on their work to change the statues around here."
        "Wait, what does that mean?"
        "That we pay them the original price," said a pink dragoness beside her, "but the prices are different now and we had to talk to the folks who gave the materials who don't want to do the old price!"
        "Wow, that sounds annoying," Flame rolled his eyes, "can't you just tell them to shut up and take the money?"
        "That's not how we do it in the council, not since we got rid of all the males."
        "Sure you do," he scoffed.
They walked together with their male pets, who scrabbled over the cobbles with their hardened bellies now much greyer and scuffed from several months without their limbs.  Some of the males still had their wings however, not as eager to surrender that part of their once-magnificent forms, but they squirmed through the streets as other males called out in greeting, and some who still had their legs sneered a little disgusted, before their wives chided them with a little slap.
Spyro however was shocked at the sight of a limbless husband pleasing his wife in public, under the shade of a giant oak as a white dragoness spread her legs to reveal her gorgeous thick shaft.  Her throbbing spear turned wet with her red mate's saliva, as he bobbed happily to the hilt and gulped plentifully from her rich milk.  When he opened his maw to let her cock spray his face, they saw he lost all of his teeth to make a perfect gummy sheath to please his mistress.
        "Gosh, a lot more males are losing their legs," Spyro shook his head, "did something happen?"
        "Oh, just a new experimental measure," Cynder fawned, "we devised some new magic to let them uhhh temporarily enjoy life the way you do."
        "Oh, really?!  We didn't have that when I lost mine."
        "Well, this magic was just recently developed, all above-board of course, we approved it through the council."
        "Yeah, the all-female council," Flame snickered beside him, "might as well call it the Queendom."
        "And what's that supposed to mean?" Ember tapped his head.  "You've been thinking too much, you know that?"
        "Well some of us gotta think for two around here," he looked at Spyro.
        "What's with you, lately?!  You're always so grumpy."
        "I got no STUMPS, Ember!  I'm a stupid wyrm, and I hate it!"
        "Well, you got two choices," Spyro nodded at him, "either keep whining all the day, or just learn how to deal with your new life, like me!"
        "Shut up!" he snapped at his friend.  "Urgh, you let everyone roll you over, so much for being a hero!"
        "Flame, that's enough!" Ember yanked him by the collar.  "This is why we're having that appointment to make things better for you."
        "I don't want an appointment, I want my legs back!"
        "I'll just get this runt out of your horns, see you around Spyro!"
        "You too!" the purple dragon waved with his tail.  "Are we going home, Cynder?"
        "Yes, dear," she patted him with a paw, "just one moment, I need to confer with the ladies."
        "I'll manage all the details," said a green dragoness, tapping her chest, "about time these statues became less masculine."
        "The new one over the school looks marvellous," a sapphire female pointed, "truly captures the spirit!"
        "Wait, what new one?" Spyro squinted up above.  "I can't see it."
        "Oh you poor thing, let me help."
With Cynder's permission, she lifted the former hero like a babe where he could see the school roof's statue of a dragoness above her legless mate.  His head cocked a little uncertain, and he saw the hatchlings skipping around the front, shoving males to the ground to make them crawl.
        "That uh, seems nice!" he demurred.  "You sure it's not too uh, on the nose?"
        "You have to be direct with hatchlings," the blue drake put him down.
        "But, they seem a little young to know about all that, right?"
        "We'll sort that out next meeting," Cynder stroked him, "thank you for your time, ladies, I shall see you the morrow."
        "Take care, Cynder!  And you, Spyro."
The seven ladies sauntered off with their pets in turn, as the black dragoness let Spyro crawl up onto her back, then tethered him to her body with the leash before she took flight.  Swooping high in an upwards spiral, they watched the central town disappear into smaller ants, where females cackled and pointed at four-legged males who blushed and skittered at their calling.
        "What's Flame got an appointment for?" he asked mid-flight.
        "Just a medical check-up," she replied, "standard practice."
        "But he's totally fine, I never got one since I lost my limbs, is he okay?"
        "Oh he will be, once they're done."
        "What do you mean?" Spyro leaned past her wing.  "Done with what?"
        "Spyro, dear, I'm quite tired," Cynder flapped a little higher, "you'll find out when they're finished next week."
        "Wow, that's a long check-up!"
        "It's a very thorough one, hmhmhm."
She glided over the plains and then scooped her way up to the mountains, where their old fortress abode stood resolute amidst the wintry peaks.  It was a lonely place, but Spyro did not mind, wanting only to be with his beloved mistress as they landed in the courtyard and he slithered off her back.
        "Want to help me with dinner?" she asked, walking in.
        "Sure," he nodded, crawling beside, "you want it broiled or well-done?"
        "Mmmmm I think well-done, you've earned a treat for being such a good boy today."
        "I hope Flame'll feel better, I know he's a sore loser but it's really not that bad!  Though I'm surprised it's happening to other males."
        "Perhaps you're a trendsetter," she winked at him, "lots of dragons want to emulate you."
        "W-wait, but, this isn't, um...I mean, that's nice but, that feels kind of extreme to go that far."
        "A lot of males are very silly," Cynder patted him, "you would know from all the time you spent with Flame, spelunking in caves and risking your limbs."
He blushed with a giggle as they passed through the halls and to the dining room, where Spyro's wings sat above the fireplace as testament to his mistress' power.  They had been well-preserved with a deathly stiffness, but remained just as golden as the day he had lost them.  Crawling over to the kitchen, Spyro breathed his flame under the stove whilst Cynder put some meat inside, letting him control the heat to find the right temperature and burn their food to a crispy brown.  Twenty minutes later, their food was ready as Cynder dabbled some herbs across the food, then cut it in half and put Spyro's share in a doggy bowl.
She dined at the table with a fork and knife, chewing elegant with her silverware and savouring the peace of her domain.  Her mate scarfed like a mutt beside her, working his tongue around the bowl to slobber through his dish and lick the plate clean.  Once they were done, they retired to their bedroom where he rolled on top of her and rubbed his sweet stone-chipped body against her beautiful belly.
        "Are you horny?" Cynder pawed his face.  "Does someone want his mistress' milk?"
        "Mmmm, m-maybe?" the purple wyrm nuzzled at her crotch.  "Seeing that couple under the tree today, it made me um-"
        "Shhhh.  Go ahead.  I would never tell you not to serve your place."
The dragoness spread her legs and exposed her slit for him to savour, when he nuzzled at her crotch and gave a long deep lick to squirm inside.  The slit parted with a small bump and something sprouted free, a thick pendulous member that slipped over Spyro's nostrils with a sweet sultry flavour.  The salty taste was heavenly, so different from males he had fooled around with once or twice, a slightly-fruitier taste from Cynder.  She laid on her back and moaned at his pleasuring, his limbless body tucked between her legs as he sat on her tail, and sucked her off with a deepning throat.
        "Mmmmmhhh...yes...that's a good boy.  No need for such silly fancies of herodom when you can please me all your life."
        "Mmmnnnngh, m-mmmm, yes mistress," he panted between sucks.
        "Do you love me, boy?  Do you want to give me everything?"
        "Yes, yes, e-everything I had, my wings, my legs, my...body."
        "If only I could take more from you.  Every part of your life, your soul, your very being should belong to me."
        "Yes, mistress!"  He swallowed to the hilt and choked on the lengthening meat.  "GLRRRK!  Mmmmhh, I-i want to be your little wyrm as long as you want me."
        "Ohhh Spyro," she throbbed a thicker pre from her dick, "you'll be mine forever even long after you cease to be."
Cynder licked her lips as her eyes glinted with wicked power, a terrifying look that in a previous life would have scared him.  But now he relished it, wanting her dominance to shadow over him like a comforting blanket, depriving him of thoughts and fears.  Her body was his life now, her thick rising spear a monument to worship as he dragged his tongue along the stiffening sceptre, then sucked on the tip to drink down her thick nectar.
He nursed on her happily, his eyes closed and he pumped his throat faster to excite his mistress, tasting the throb of her veins across his tongue and soon starting to swallow a constant stream of rich pre.  He bobbed gracefully on that thick pole, exaggerating his choking noises to excite his mistress who rumbled sweetly, and she started to buck a little harder to suffocate him proper, reminding him of his place with flushed cheeks.
She then pulled him by his horns off of her twitching spear, dragging him forwards up her belly to press her thick glans against his pucker.  He made no resistance and slid down her cock with ease, happy to be her sleeve as she pumped her hips faster.  His body writhed as she stuffed him deep, his tail shivered when his hole gaped around her thick throbbing mast that grinded into his folds and filled him up within seconds.  Spyro whimpered and tried to undulate his body, wanting to give Cynder the most pleasure he could with his pathetic form and tightening the right walls she rubbed harder against.
        "OHHH!  Ohhhh my sweet little wyrm, such a good toy for your mistress, aren't you?"
        "HAAH, a-aaah!" Spyro whimpered.  "I-i want to be the best t-toy for you, mistress, please, breed me!"
        "Ohhhhh if only," she chuckled deeply, "perhaps one day, but for now you are far more useful as my personal relief."
She stroked his head with a gentle kiss, her tongue slipped into his maw and she suckled him gladly.  Their tongues entwined together with a genuine love, her breaths fogged his throat and he swallowed them gratefully whilst pumping his rear down upon her pulsing staff.  It trembled with a violent shudder, and Cynder's face beamed with pride at her lover's writhing body, his long stubby form slapping against her slit to take her deep to the hilt.  The bed shook with excitement as Cynder growled in her approaching climax, her claws dug into his back and stroked lovingly over the stumps where his wings had once been.
With a triumphant roar, she pumped her fertile dragoness seed into his belly, bloating the wyrm a little more than usual with a gorgeous girth full of semen.  He shuddered happily as he came from his own slit, a pathetic little pussy that could only dribble some vague semblance of male pre, that was soon devoured by the flooding river of Cynder's jizz.
        "Aaaaaaah!  Ohhhh yes...that's a good little hero."
        "M-mmmmph, ohhhh!" the male whimpered and sat on her dick.  "Th-thank you, mistress, i-it was very...I love when you breed me."
        "I love it too," she kissed his head, "now it's time to rest."
The black dragoness hugged him tight, still impaled upon her sceptre as she wrapped her wings around them both.  Clutched like an infant, Spyro nuzzled her chest with a happy sound, her cum drooling out of his rear to stain her legs as they fell asleep to each other's heartbeat.

The next week, Spyro was taken down to the beach for a lovely day out with his mistress.  The sands felt wonderful on his belly as he slipped off his mate's back, and crawled giddily through the shifting dunes.  The waters lapped at his belly when he inched too close to the tide, and he cackled from an especially big wave that splashed over his form and left him drenched.  Other wyrms could be seen playing around the beach, chasing each other in snail races or being tossed flying discs by their wives, before catching them with a mid-air bounce.
The sky was a peerless blue with very few clouds, the sun beat down upon scaled backs as dragons soaked up the rays or galloped in the water, where both children and adults splashed each other.  The wyrms however were more than happy to bask in the sand, sometimes buried by pranking females to leave only their heads exposed while they slept.
        "Are there more males than last week without limbs?" Spyro cocked his head.  "It feels like it."
        "You're just seeing more in one place," Cynder stretched out on her back, "mmmmm nice to have a break from the council."
        "I bet!  Can we get ice cream after this?"
        "Of course, dear, good little wyrms always get ice cream."
        "OH, we should get more herbs," he rolled closer to her, "you're running out of dervinnier."
        "Thank you," she nodded gladly, "I knew I was forgetting something, it's been so long since I refilled that it just doesn't feel part of my usual shopping."
        "CYNDER!" a pink dragoness waved from down the shore.  "SPYRO, HI!"
        "Helloooooo!" she waved back.  "How are you?"
        "Great!  The appointment went really well, Flame's looking a lot better now!"
        "Really?!" Spyro peeked up like a periscope.  "Where is he?!"
        "He's coming, he's a little...slow," she giggled, "I wasn't sure to leave him on his own but he really wanted to enjoy the sands."
        "Of course," Cynder patted her boy, "you have to give them some little pleasures, and he is mine."
        "N-not that little," Spyro whimpered playfully.
        "Little to me."
She stroked her crotch with a long lick of her lips to make him gulp and turn red, before the sound of a shuffling slump could be heard coming close to them.  Flame slowly came into view, a lump of orange glinting in the sun that dragged its face hard through the sand, and revealed one of his horns had been snapped off to show a thick bony scar.  But what truly startled Spyro was the blank stare in Flame's eyes, the hanging tongue like a breathless puppy as he staggered across the beach in a haphazard crawl, constantly bumping into other dragons who leapt over him.
        "Fl-...Flame?!" Spyro wriggled closer.  "What, hah, wh-what happened?!"
        "The appointment!" Ember patted her mate.  "Did Cynder not tell you, the lobotomy?  What with Flame getting all aggressive at everyone, I thought it was high time we fixed that!"
        "But, b-but he...how could you do that to him?!"
        "He's fiiiine, look!  Say hello, Flame!"
        "Hhhhnn," he breathed flatly and nuzzled him, "hhrrrrnaaaah!"
        "See, he said hello!"
        "He's not, he's," the purple drake shook his head, "you took out his brain, you, you...you broke him!"
        "Spyro, dear," Cynder tutted with a wagging finger, "that's not very nice of you to go judging others' decisions, considering what you went through."
        "Wh-what?!"
        "Flame was rather upset at your life choices but you wanted him to respect that.  You were far happier without your limbs and your wings and your malehood, what difference does it make if he's happier without some of his brain?"
        "But...th-that's different, that, you need your brain to think and feel and-"
        "Not really!" Ember shrugged.  "He just needs to breathe, he can still feel things, he just thinks much less than before, it was bothering him so much."
        "Are you serious?" Spyro cringed, leaning back.  "He looks so...empty."
        "Trust me, he's just tired, but I think he's much better like this, right Cynder?!"
        "Ohhh yes, absolutely," the black dragoness chuckled, putting a paw on Spyro's horns, "I think most males don't need to think that much, honestly."
        "Right?!" the pink lady waved her paw.  "He's so much more relaxed now, and anytime I need him for a little bedroom fun I can just flip him over and ride him!"
        "Wonderful."
The girls bantered whilst Spyro nuzzled his friend to try and get a response.  Flame panted and gave him a big fat lick, slurping across the purple face with a whimpering pant as he blinked his eyes independently, and his breath heaved with a foetid wheeze before he lumbered off to try and beckong Spyro to chase him.  Despite his flat voice and dumb-dog expression, Flame was scampering as best as he could without limbs and wriggled through the sands with a taunting yap.
It was an odd thing to see his friend so feral and yet so goofy, fumbling around the beach as he bumped against safety poles and sand buckets in the way with Spyro chasing after him.  The shock soon began to wear off, the former hero tried to pin Flame who was oddly much better at wrestling without his higher faculties.  With pure instincts guiding him, the orange wyvern grabbed Spyro's throat in his jaws and rolled him like a crocodile with his prey, spinning him in the dirt before the purple wyrm cried out defeat.
        "AAAAH, I GIVE!" he flopped on his back with a panting smile.  "Wow, you're uh, h-how did you get better?!"
        "Mmmmhammah," Flame nibbled him cutely, "haluuulala?"
        "Well, I mean, you do seem happy.  But I dunno, this seems a lot to take away from you, how do you even think?"
        "Rrrrr?" he cocked his head.
        "Do you even remember me?"
Flame simply licked his face and purred dumbly, then shoved him playfully to try and pin him.  The two started wrestling once more, and the longer they played, the more docile Spyro became almost in a mutual submission to the more beastly friend, whilst the girls looked on like doting mothers.
        "Isn't it lovely?" Ember sighed, stretching her legs.  "He's hardly any different to his old self when he was happy."
        "I can already hear them now," Cynder cupped her ear-hole and mimicked Flame's voice, "Spyro, wanna go spelunking?  I found this cooool cave with the sharpest floor you can cut your legs on!"
        "Heeheehee, ohhh wow that's really good, it sounds just like him!"
        "Hmhmhm, thank you," the black drake bowed.  "He definitely looks happier, he's even managing to beat Spyro."
        "I think half his problem was needing self-confidence," Ember rolled on her side, "a lot of his attitude came from just jealousy I think, but once that's gone he's a much better wyrm!"
        "I agree.  In fact, I almost wonder what other males could benefit from it."
        "Like saaaay, Agarius?"
        "Or maybe someone closer to home," Cynder waggled her eyebrows, "if it does wonders for Flame, imagine who else could benefit."
        "Oooooh yeah!" she nodded eagerly.  "I'd love to see him like that, he's practically halfway there!  But wouldn't that make him a bad test subject?"
        "Yes, of course, I have the other issue we talked about.  If things go the way they are with us dragons getting improvements and the wyrms losing theirs, we'll have a population issue."
        "Right, you were saying," the pink lady straightened her neck, "you got a plan for that, yet?"
        "I do," the dark dragoness nodded, "Verdalie's gathering some parts for me, this next experiment will require a much more intrinsic form of alchemy than I am used to.  It's one thing to take a part from another species, but it's far more to endow one with the ability to give life."
        "It's why us dragonesses are so perfect, we can do everything!  Speaking of, um, can I get a sample of that special growing tonic?"
        "Oh but of course, I'll send some to your house.  Hopefully by the next meeting I shall have something ready to show you, before any fears of reduced births start perpetrating."
        "A-AAAAH, FLAME!" Spyro squeaked.  "A-ALRIGHT, I GIVE I GIVE!"
Again the purple wyrm had been topped by his friend, whose snorting sounds and drooling fangs rumbled around Spyro's throat until he stopped resisting.  Then the orange slug released him and panted happily at his victory, crawling back towards Ember proudly like he was best in show.  Spyro laid on the sands exhausted from his battle, but strangely relieved that his friend was not entirely gone from memory.
When they headed back up to town, the girls carrying their wyrm-boys upon their backs, he noticed another new change in the world.  More females were now endowed with masculine parts, sauntering about with thicker legs and sturdier tails that swished with newfound strength.  Their bodies were more muscular and their wings flexed harder, whilst their husbands wriggled beside them and nuzzled their swollen slits, or even sucked off their cocks in public much to the cheers of other ladies.
Spyro was rather confused by such brazen behaviour, no longer hiding under boughs but now just outright mating in the street, with some females even just rolling their husbands onto their wormy backs and drill-fucking their holes with newfound lust.  Yet no one seemed to mind this time, at worse there was a rolling of eyes and as the few males not yet converted to the Wyrm Life, simply walked on to their remaining business.  As they passed through the town square, where the statues had finally been converted to stridant feminine beauties of strength and justice, a green-scaled dragoness approached them.
        "Cynder!" she waved to them.  "I got the ingredients!"
        "Oh thank you!" the black drake took a box of sweet-smelling herbs.  "This is just what I needed, once I figure out the right formula everything will be perfect."
        "What's that?!" gasped Spyro, peeking up.  "Stuff for dinner?"
        "No no, dear, this is special laboratory work, and I'll need my special assistant to help me later."
        "Ooooh you working on something new?!  I can't wait to see."
        "Oh you will," she patted him, "you certainly will."
She gave a knowing wink to the other girls who tittered with excitement, before Cynder returned home with both her wyrm on her back and her cargo strapped to her front.

After they had a light dinner, they went down to the dungeons where she conducted her experiments.  The past owner had used it as a means of torture and demonstration to those who dared defy him, but to the new owner it was a place for advancing science in a whole new world.  A table with various beakers sat bubbling away, with the box of herbs nearby that Cynder spread out and carefully measured into different bowls.
        "Now, this is the oestre," she scribbled down in a notebook, "and this is the stanfreh, and here is the tesgrop.  Now combine the tesgrop with the oestre first, then the stanfreh to intensify-"
        "Cynder?" Spyro asked behind her.  "You ever feel weird experimenting stuff in here?"
        "No, why?"
        "I mean, this was the place you used to be.  Are you okay down here?"
        "Of course, dear," she mashed some plants into a pestle, "I won't let fear conquer me, not since you saved me before, and for that I'm thankful."
        "Okay, so," he muttered and shook his head, "you wouldn't ever do anything that I wouldn't want, right?"
        "Never.  I want to make you the perfect mate, and you want that too, yes?"
        "Absolutely, good!  Glad we're on the same page."
The legless wyrm laid down beneath the table, slightly bored but curious at her new tests.  She stirred things in a pot, wrote down notes in complex equations, and over the course of twenty minutes, she concocted a new potion that she filled up in a fresh vial.
        "Theeere we are," she turned to him, "drink this up."
        "What is it?" he sniffed tepidly.  "Smells like...strawberry and banana."
        "Something to strengthen your body, and make it more fertile, as it were."
        "Uhhh...okay, bottoms up then!"
        "No, no, it's not for drinking dear.  Roll over."
By this point he hardly questioned it, his mind so dull and worn down from her influence that he would drink anything she gave him.  But this was a new one as he rolled onto his back and offered his two gaping holes that had been stretched from several months of use.  But it wasn't perfectly breedable yet, despite his male slit now resembling a hardened pussy with warped lips and wrinkled edges.
She poured the vial down into his slit, a warm frothy sensation dribbled through his walls and seeped into the withered stem where his shaft had once rooted.  An odd tingling shudder filled his belly, the strangest feeling tickled him all over as he writhed and moaned with a panting buck of his legless hips.  Something dribbled out of his slit, a new type of pre that was thinner than before, almost watery with a new fragrant scent.  Hot flushes ran through his head, his brain cooked slightly as Cynder offered him some fresh water to drink, as well as a cooling salve to put on his scalp.
        "Haaaah, a-a-aaaah, f-feels funny!" he squeaked.
        "Gooood little one," she cooed, "just let it happen.  Let your body become a perfect example."
Her smile was radiant with lustful eyes as Spyro felt something corrode inside his body.  The last remnants of his masculinity was soon peeled away, the whorl-meat stem of his penis was grounded down into a smooth shapely tunnel as the walls grew soft from the new tonic.  The muscles faded inside his former genital slit, the lips puffed out to look more yonic until a budding clit sprouted at its peak.  His voice also grew to a higher pitch, a tearful whimper came to his eyes as he felt his heart throb in a different rhythm.
Then came the yawning chasm in his belly, an empty hollow where something swelled then slackened like the bellows for a stove.  The sizzling intensified until a bubbling slurry built up from his new pussy, and forced out all of his male stumpy bits into a meaty drool that was strangely painless.  Then the walls started to break down, peeling the muscular layers as he felt strangely slack in his rear passages.
Both of them started to dribble out an odd pinkish stream, an acid sting thickened out to make him yelp.  Spyro watched two holes become one.  The walls stripped away to leave plenty of room and form a "traditional" reptilian cloaca that drooled with his new pre.  Throughout all this, Cynder grew hard with the prospect of breeding, and her growl took a deeper tone.
        "Perfect," she licked her lips, "shall we test your new limits?"
        "Wh-what, haaah," Spyro trembled, "I feel different, m-more than usual."
        "Ohhh yes, and now to see if it all works.  Have you ever wanted to have children, dear?"
        "S-some...sometimes, but I can't breed anymore."
        "Now you can.  Now, you can."
His eyes widened with a sudden realisation, and a giddy smile of biological need crept across his face.  With his body changed once more, he experienced his first heat in the presence of a superior male, or one just as dominant at least.  His legs twisted outwards, his hips grew a little wider and his tail lifted higher with a trembling pant.  Something dripped out of his once-male parts, a sweet honeyed scent that made Cynder grow excited, and in turn make her slit swell with her studly cock.
        "Wh-what, what's happening to me?" Spyro whispered.  "My body feels, h-hot, so hot!"
        "You most certainly are," Cynder purred and walked round him, "such a beautiful mare you'll be."
        "M-mare?!  Wait, you don't mean-"
        "Yes, my sweet little failure.  Now you can finally serve me better, as a wife and a mother to our new family."
        "You...you mean it?!" he shivered with excitement.  "I-i can finally...ohhh, that's amazing!"
        "And you won't have to lift a finger," she raised her paw, "not that you can, anymore.  Now roll over for me."
He did exactly that and puffed out his new cloaca, feeling a new set of muscles that he could flex with anticipation as Cynder mounted him.  Her rising shaft grinded against his lips, and after a few tender rubs, she pushed herself in with a shuddering gasp.  Her beloved shrieked in newfound pleasure, such a whole new sensation as the black drake slid inside with such perfect ease, almost like the hole had been made just for her.
In some ways it was, how the folds rippled just right around her gorgeous sceptre and sucked her deeper inside, whilst the former hero writhed in sweet bliss.  His walls sang with a feminine glee, how they dripped with lustre and smothered Cynder's staff when she pulled out to reveal a glossy sheen, then pumped back in with a trembling moan.  This was it, she thought to herself, the peak of her dominance, her rise to perfection almost within her grasp and the only one who would even think to stop her, was now a helpless brood slut addicted to her cock.
Spyro whimpered and bucked against her crotch to clap their bodies together, his stumps twitched in a trembling need as his newly-formed womb was soon kissed by his mate.  A sharp stabbing pain hit against the cervix and made him shriek a happy sound when he reached up to lick his beloved mistress.  She bent down to nuzzle him and lapped over his face, her long tongue raking across his horns with increasing hunger, as she pounded his new hole ever deeper.
        "Ohhhh yessss," she panted, "gods I did not think you could be anymore perfect."
        "Haaah, a-aaah, AAAH!"
        "You moan like a mare should...very good.  Perfect little incubator for me and our future...my future."
        "C-cynder, AAAAH, mistress, please!  I-i want your eggs, I want them in me s-so much, let me carry your babies!"
        "Of course, my sweet failure," she kissed his head, "this is all you ever were, all you ever deserved to be."
She strengthened her stance and pumped harder into him, causing Spyro to yelp more effeminate with each thrust that grinded the entrance to his future egg-chamber.  The dragoness slapped her hips against her wyrm, who writhed on the floor in rising bliss as his tail swished between her back legs, his tongue hung out eagerly for them to kiss each other deep and entwine together when she stuffed him full.
Their moans of rapture fogged their throats as Cynder fed him her saliva, a thickening lust that he swallowed feverishly with a growing thirst, much like the one his mate now had to fill him to the brim.  She plapped her thighs harder and a porous stream oozed from his slit that dripped down his swishing tail, the precum filled up against his gaping walls and seeped inside every part of his new anatomy.  A burning warmth consumed his lower body, he undulated his serpentine form to grind his beloved all over his rippling folds and make sure they were smothered.
Knowing her rhythm instinctively, Spyro clenched his cloaca with each slam of Cynder's pole and felt his womb open up, readying itself for the last bastion of his masculinity to fall as he embraced the new world.  Even if he did not know it yet, he would be the first sign of Cynder's new society, when she roared a climactic joy and came inside of him.  His fate was sealed as she pumped her rich fertile seed through his depths, gushing through his new anatomy and drowning them in her glorious cum.
        "A-AAAAH!  MISTRESS!  OHHH CYNDER, YES, YES!"
        "TAKE MY EGGS, YOU LITTLE WYRM!" she bellowed.  "TAKE THEM UNTIL YOU BURST, SPYRO UNTIL YOU'RE A FAT LITTLE SNAKE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DESERVED TO BE!"
Her wings snapped wide in orgasmic thrall as she pumped him to the brim, a white froth spilled out from his single hole and left him completely exhausted.  All of the new sensations took a toll on his body, his eyes rolled up and he mumbled to himself in his own little spurts of glee.  Something quivered inside him like a water balloon, and something underneath his stomach bulged up with a pleasant chubby shape that made Cynder giggle excited.
        "Good wife," she kissed him once more, "do you need help back upstairs?"
        "Um, y-y-yes," he nodded bashfully, "I'm really tired, that...that took a lot out of me."
        "Alright then," she offered her wing for him to crawl up like a slug, "it will take some time, and a few more breeding sessions will make sure it sticks."
        "M-more?" he wriggled onto her back.  "Am I really going to be a mother?"
        "We shall see.  I'm very proud of you, Spyro.  You're such a big help to me in my future plans."
        "Mmmm...yeah."
He was too tired to pay attention as he yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep as she walked carefully back up the stairs and rolled him into bed.

The next few months, she made certain to fuck him once every week to ensure he was fertilised, whilst keeping up her duties at the council.  Spyro rarely left the fort from this point on, having grown much more exhausted with his new body taking its toll on him and sleeping most of the day, until Cynder returned to breed him once more.
It was the perfect life for the purple wyrm, serving his mistress and her thick cock in every way possible, as he grew much fatter and swollen with their children in waiting.  He struggled to move through the castle, requiring Cynder's help more than usual to be carried around in order to help with her experiments, or cook meals at the stove.  Then the day would come at last, when his body trembled with a hard push through his insides, and Cynder laid him down on a mat.
        "Alright now," she began, "remember to push through your hips, take deep breaths and stay on your belly."
        "A-aaah, AAAAH!" Spyro whimpered.  "Th-they, they're so big, haaaah!"
        "Yeees they certainly are, but you'll do just fine, my dear.  Now, push, and breathe."
        "Push, a-and, breathe, haaah.  Push, and, b-breaaaa-AAAAAGH!"
A phantom pain rippled through where his thighs had once been, and his stumps twitched harder when the eggs pushed through his colon.  Never had he felt such a girth inside him, as slippery as the mass was with a slick self-lubricating force as his tail trembled in a soft shudder.  He panted in time to Cynder's rhythm, he clenched his teeth and howled with a blissful agony that was barely-comparable to when he lost his limbs.  But it was a new exquisite pain all on its own, and he squirted with anguished arousal from his cunt that dripped profusely onto the mat.
It was the most bizarre feeling to feel something so solid push through his colon, a hard gooey shell stretched his walls and rubbed against them in such a way as to make him frustratingly wet with desire, that Cynder helped him by offering her lustrous cock to suck on.  He nursed on her happily, his moans rattled through her lower body as she stroked his horns witha gentle tut.
        "Good boy...that's it, push that little bit harder for my babies."
        "MMMM, m-mmmmhhhh!"
        "Just a little longer, dear.  My sweet little failure, you gave everything up for me and now...now no one can even recognise you as the hero you once were."
        "Mmmmmhhhh, MMMMRRRH!"
The vibrations of his screams poured down her sceptre as she humped at his throat, watching Spyro's cloaca stretch with a white porous half-moon eclipsing out of his body.  A shrieking howl escaped the wyrm as he forced out his first egg, a soft smooth oval that rolled across the mat with a slimy trail and a sense of relief from the mother.  Spyro panted with tears in his eyes when the second one came through, a girthy shape that squelched out of his puckered pussy and made his back-stumps quake in agony, all to his mistress' delight.
The longest forty minutes of his life soon passed, when he struggled to heave out six fresh new eggs in a slippery chain like fat anal beads.  Each one he passed through made him spurt with orgasmic pain, his body shook all the way through as he kept sucking off his mate, who moaned and fed him pre that thickened each time he pushed out another egg.  She stroked his chest with soothing whispers, hushing his moans and savouring his writhing motions when a bulbous girth swelled in his stomach, and pushed hard to squeeze out one more.
He couldn't count how many times he came in that whole session, but Cynder managed to fill him once with a hefty glut of rich milk that he swallowed every drop.  When he finally pushed out the last egg, the black drake gathered them up into a little bundle and turned the mat into a miniature nest, before sliding her thick halberd across his gaping cunt.  She then slid inside to breed him again, and all he could do was moan breathlessly as she pumped away.
        "Good little boy," Cynder breathed on him, "this is what you were meant for...a perfect breeding hole."
        "Aaaah, a-aaaah!  I love it t-too...thank you, mistress."
        "Your life belongs to me.  But I can take so much more from you."
        "H-huh, aaah!"
        "Remember how happy Flame was on the beach before?  You could be just as happy too."
        "But, you mean," he gasped and bucked against her, "aaaah!"
        "All I need is your body," she kissed over his face, "what's thinking ever done for you, really?  You can move perfectly fine without those thoughts."
        "Do you, haah, AAAH, d-do you really...want that?"
        "I know you do.  Say it.  Give me everything you have."
        "I want, I...I want everything t-to be yours.  My body, my brain, my...everything!  I wanna be happy with you and no one else, p-please take my brain!"
        "You want to stop thinking?"
        "Yes, YES!  I don't wanna think, I wanna be your little breeding pup!"
        "Excellent," the dragoness pumped deep, "then tomorrow, we shall begin.  Just you and me.  My special little failure."
After she pumped him full of seed once more, they would rest and she would tend to the new clutch.  Spyro let his natural instincts kick in on how to cradle the eggs and wrap around them like a serpent mother, nuzzling the newborns with gentle purrs and a giddy excitement for the future.  Not that it would matter soon as they prepared for the operation, of which Cynder would personally administrate in the privacy of their own home.
On the table of her dungeon lab, she tied her lover down and brought out a tray of instruments.  Spyro laid out like an indigo smear, panting nervous for what was to come as Cynder hummed a little song to herself, and picked up her first tools beneath the crackling flames.  Her shadow loomed over him as she peeled back the skin beneath his horn to reveal the white-blood bone.
        "Now, let's see," she glanced over a chart on dragon anatomy, "I'll want to make sure your motor functions are all safe, we just need to take out most of your limbic system, maybe some of your hippocampus and cerebrum, not all of it of course."
        "W-will it hurt?" he trembled.  "Not too much, I hope!"
        "Oh no, there's very few nerves in the brain, it'll just feel rather cold and piercing.  Now let's begin."
Spyro braced himself as the first incision went in, carving the bone to open up a letterbox and reveal that squishy reptilian brain, a long strange bundle of wrinkled jelly.  With cautious precision, she found the limbic system and carefully peeled away the layers, taking parts of his memory but leaving pieces of emotional processing.  She wanted to make sure she was happy, but not have to worry about him recalling silly things of his past herodom.  To Spyro, it felt like colour was being robbed from his world, piece by piece, memory by memory.  The first flight he ever took, the family that raised him, the face of his mentor all slowly fading to become shapeless blurs.
        "Aaaah, O-OH!" Spyro yelped.  "Th-this feels, f-f-feels, w-weeeeird!"
        "Just relax," Cynder cooed, "you trust me, yes?  I would never hurt you, Spyro, never make you do anything you never wanted."
        "I know, I-i know, it's just, haaah.  So scary, I dunno how it's gonna be!"
        "I'll take care of you.  You won't want for anything ever again."
She giggled as she twisted out more of the memory bits, the nitty-gritty of rememberance that she used a scalpel and teaspoon to scoop out carefully in small dollops of meat.  The sound of gristle separating burned in his ears with a squelchy sound, like pushing one's finger through a bowl of porridge as his eyes rolled up and his voice started to peter out.  Soon his mind was a blank, a stuttering feeble darkness where all his memories before this week had been wiped clean.
        "Did we uh," he mumbled, "did we always live in this place?"
        "Of course, Spyro," she kept pulling parts out, "keep talking for me, I want to make sure I get this right."
        "O-okay, so, um...why do I have no limbs?"
        "You gave them up, dear, you said you didn't need them anymore to please me."
        "Oh, okay!  I must have been right to think tha-urrrrrrr-"
        "Oops, too far!" she pulled back her scalpel.  "We'll leave that speech processing for last."
She kept working around the parts of his brain to erase all the non-important stuff.  The hippocampus was wrenched right out, tearing free his knowledge and experienced ways, which also had a hardened crystalline centre specifically for controlling magic and the innate powers of a dragon.  Of course, Cynder cracked that out of his brain with a hard twist that squeaked in their ears, before she plucked it and dropped it in a tray with a loud clatter.
        "W-woah!" Spyro shuddered.  "I feel...I-i-i feel so...so weak."
        "Awwww poor baby," she kissed his head, "don't worry, it'll all be over soon, all those nasty thoughts and heavy burdens weighing you down for so long."
        "Ohhh yes...thank you, Cynder.  I can't wait to be happier than ever in my...my life."
His smile twisted up with painful glee, as the dark dragoness scooped out the last of his memory centres.  She carved through the cerebrum very gently, testing the right parts for what was his muscle control and what was his speech, which she rent free from his neural core.  Spyro soon lost everything to his queen, his mistress divine, and with a stuttering mumble of glazed eyes with greyish blood dripping out of his head, he smiled the dumbest look he had ever given.  A look that made her happy.
        "That's a good little wyrm," Cynder patted him, "now let's patch you up, and show you off to the council, hmm?"
        "Mmmnnnuh!" he babbled.  "Bahmmnah, hah!"
        "Gods you are precious, never thought you'd be any cuter than you could already be."
She balled up his brain meat and dumped it into a bag with stale herbs and broken glass to be disposed of safely.  Then Cynder refitted the piece of bone she had taken out his skull, and sealed it back into place with a special serum that recalcified the cracks.  Spyro was now gone forever, nothing more than a pathetic purple wyrm that rolled off the table, slumped to the floor and crawled out of the room to follow his mistress.

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Seven years had passed since Cynder had taken over the council, and had Spyro still retained any of his memories in that time, he would not have recognised this new world approaching him.  Sitting at the steps of the council building were eight male wyrms all with the same blank stare, their tongues hanging as they barked and rolled with each other, all with a huge scar beneath their horns and big puppy-dog eyes.  One of them was a purple wyrm with white horns and reddish belly, who tangled his leash up with another dragon as they cavorted through the grass.
        "Flaaash!  Flash, come here sweetie!"
He looked up with his neck covered in drool, and whimpered up at his lady who came trotting down the steps with seven other females.  The wyrms all yapped and nuzzled their owners, their heads showing matching scars as the ladies untangled their leashes.  But Cynder's wyrm was smaller than the other males, more lean and slender like an off-colour Spyro.
        "Oh you silly thing," a red dragoness tutted, "hold still, let me fix that."
        "Your mate always plays with mine," said a sapphire drake, "they're practically husbands at this rate!"
        "Oh I wish, that would be quite a show to see."
        "Really?" Ember pulled Flame along with her.  "Maybe we could arrange a play date."
        "Well, maybe, they do deserve a little fun but my husband would clearly win."
        "Care to wager on that?" Cynder winked.  "Come on Flash, let's have a little play and then we'll go home."
The girls giggled as they took their wyrms out for a stroll, heading through the town that had transformed itself under her leadership.  Through the cobbled streets they passed by other females leading their limbless mates, hollow-headed males who snorted and barked at each other playfully.  Hatchlings trotted to school beneath statues of dominant dragonesses, who rose mighty above pathetic males that crawled eagerly between their paws.
        "Good morning, Mrs. Cynderrrr!" the youths waved to her.
        "Gooood morning dears," she bowed to them, "enjoying your lessons?"
        "We're learning about Malefor's defeat!" one boy pipped up.  "Thanks to you an' Mr. Spyro!"
        "Awww he would have loved to hear that, now remember you'll be just like him, without limbs and serving a wonderful wife."
        "Yes, Mrs. Cynder!" said all the young males.
        "I would never have imagined this could happen!" Ember giggled beside her.  "It felt weird the first year, but now it feels so natural!"
        "I agree!" said Azora the blue drake.  "You did marvellous work changing the land to its more rightful place."
        "And efficiency is up by 12%," a brown-scaled lady tapped her snout, "helps without any of that testosterone stinking up the place."
        "I'm very glad it all worked out," Cynder walked on, "and my new tonics improved birth rates since the last batch."
        "They certainly have, making sure our nation continues to remain strong and educated."
They arrived soon at one of the parks, where dozens of wyrms rolled in the grass and played with each other happily.  The council let off theirs from their leashes, and they crawled in a short race as fast as their bellies could towards the rest of their friends.  They rolled and chomped and headbutted each other, venting all of their urges in the safest fashion with a few even trying to hump each other for dominance despite having masculine cloacas.  Cynder laid down on the grass and watched her little purple wyrm roll with them, the boy much faster than the others as he scrabbled on top of the others.
        "Your son's incredible," said Verdalie the green beside her, "he looks just like his father."
        "And just as strong too!" Scarletta stroked her crimson claws.  "He'll make a good breeder."
        "Eventually," Cynder grinned, "I've bred my way through the boys in alphabetical order, don't want to breed them too much or else their bodies give out."
        "Of course, of course, RUDY!  Rudy, stop that!"
        "Oh leave him, he'll learn one way or the other."
Rudy was trying to hump the roots of a tree, much to the laughter of the other girls until it was time to go home, and Cynder took Flash with her back to their castle abode.  Strapped to her back with a special sling, she flapped her wings as the hatchling mumbled to himself, nuzzling his mother as they swooped through the clouds.  At their humble winter abode, she landed quietly and skipped her way in through the corridors, before ascending to her bedroom and gently opening the door.
        "I'm hooooome!"
        "OH, welcome back!" said a young female voice.  "How was work, mother?!"
        "Ohhh same as usual, lots of talking, but progress is going well with our trades in Avalar!  How are your brothers?"
        "They've been really sweet," said a second drake, "Brindle's almost ready to deliver!"
        "Mmmm excellent."
From a large mattress set on the floor next to Cynder's gorgeous silk bed, three limbless drakes all shrieked with excitement at their mother's arrival.  Beside them were two dragonesses, one purple with green eyes and one black with golden horns that tended to her siblings.  Flash joined them in a happy gallop, rumbling forwards like a hungry mole before slamming into a dark-scaled wyrm and biting him playfully.  But they all respectfully avoided the most pregnant one, a swollen serpent with a rich-wine belly that heaved with eggs.
        "Thank you for looking after them," Cynder climbed onto her bed, "I'll take care of them tomorrow so you both can go to school."
        "I don't mind, they're so cute!" one petted her brother.  "I want to be here when Brindle births though."
        "Would they be our nephews or our brothers?" asked the other young drake.
        "Both, I think!"
        "You're both such good sisters," the mother chuckled, "and soon you'll be great aunts.  I need to rest, if that's alright, I'll make dinner in an hour."
        "Okay, mother!"
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