On their way back to the seedy, half abandoned town they had departed from hours prior, a small group of tattered individuals found themselves bantering back and forth. The group was composed of various members of a detached regiment of a United Remnants of America task force. The steadfast leader being a dark skinned, smaller framed Atlantean boy, Zera. He was followed by the four that had joined him on this fateful assignment, some more useful than others in the battle that had ensued.
“I’m just saying, if he maybe spent less time on the weights and more time against the bag, he’d be a better fighter.” Spoke one of them, the young adult, purple scaled dragon who strode alongside Zera most closely, his brow furrowed. 
“I know man, I know but I just figured he was ready this time…” Zera sighed through his teeth in reply. 
Spyro shook his head, looking at the leader with a genuine face of displeasure mixed with curiosity, his eyes rolled while he went silent, briskly another dragon of a similar hue had taken his place in conversation.
“I just think he needs better motivation, if you weren’t there to cover for him every five minutes, he might have no choice but to contribute?” Spike firmly ushered his opinion. The two young dragons shared a head-nod as Zera replied.
“Of course, of course…but he’s still well…new to all this right?” He spoke, making excuses for his own bias as much as to the others.
“We all were new once, I shouldn’t have to fight for two…” The last of the dragons had spoken softly, his disappointment audible in his voice, his black claw firmly planted on his forehead as Jake Long finished his contribution to this discussion.
With a defeated groan, mixed with the battle bruises and harsh conversation topics, a soft spoken voice piped up as well, this one not nearly as confident nor serious as he drew on. “I did my best, I usually do…Zera knows that.”


Duke Nauticus, one of the newest members of Zera’s allies, was hardly as seasoned as the others in the fields of combat, he had only been in this…place, for a few days before the group took him in, initially only as a combat-zone rescue. The large, almost adonis-like muscle structure of the shark just slightly older than the rest of them was initially promising, as much as it was attractive to the young Atlantean at the helm. In regards to Zera, the boy found the larger, at least in muscular definition, shark, to be incredibly loyal at first, his combat skills may be lacking, but the larger and manly type had always been a bit of a personal weakness for the boy. That detail had made it quite easy when the hopeless romantic Duke had presented Zera with a lovingly cooked dinner of seafood he had allocated from the pantry, and asked the Atlantean with devoted adoration to allow him the pleasure of being his official, genuine mate.
Such a decision at the time seemed like a no-brainer, to train the shark up, and have himself a nice, loyal, defending boyfriend. It hardly would wind up that ideal for their group, let alone Zera himself, but ever confident in his leadership abilities, he wouldn’t give up so easily, and to this day found himself guiding Duke both as his boyfriend and mentor, an irony given the boyish figure he possessed made him seem scores younger than Duke, although the opposite was true.
“I do, I do baby, I really do…But that last guy looked like he was going to shish-kabob you, and I thought you said you’d work on your disarming…” Zera replied, his own patience waning at the poor performance of his mate.
“Of c- course…I did…It’s just different when they aren’t dummies you know?” Duke replied honestly, his eyes looking downward at his swollen pecs, bruised and tattered with his shirt beyond ruined, yet another gift from his mate he had sullied.
“Yeah…It’d probably be harder for you to disarm one of them…” Spike coldly replied, disinterested in his cohort’s excuses.


“Come on guys, get along…we got more work to do in the morning and I have no time to play nurse AND stop you all from beating each other more.” Zera firmly spoke as he turned around, facing the following group.
Spike rolled his eyes once more and went silent, as the Amdrag stepped forward, past the others who surrounded them, his eyes narrow as he stood directly in front of Zera. “Listen, If we wanted to beat him, I would do that myself, with a hand tied behind my back, while asleep…We're just saying, we need more reliable back-up next time, okay?” Jake spoke, no nonsense to be found in his usually cocky, surefire voice.
“I’m right fucking here you know…” Duke whined, looking at the taller, equally heightened and annoyed red dragon who turned to face him. “I noticed, so did the enemy, get real, stay home next time.” Jake retorted with a balled fist, his pearly white fangs shown as he snarled.
“Woah, woah woah, save it for the bad guys?” Interrupted Spyro, pushing his own muscular frame between the heated exchange, one hand on each of their chests. “Let’s just get back to the hostel and take a nice, warm shower and figure things out in the morning?” 
Zera smiled, finally a voice of reason poked out that wasn’t his own. “Sure, sounds good…let’s get going.”
The rest of the group's painful, end of day stroll was silent, only filled with the occasional grunt of discomfort. However the glares that Duke felt each of the reptiles around him occasionally glance in his direction were louder than full paragraphs of spoken insults could have been, his mind raced with his disappointment in himself, how could he have fallen behind so badly in comparison with his group, worse yet his own boyfriend.
It felt like hours, when in reality, it only took them another fifteen minutes to arrive back in Kenostin, the small, mostly abandoned and decrepit little town they had set up in. Of the roughly five remaining buildings with running water and generators, one was a URA friendly hostel, allowing the group to take refuge there free of charge, a thanks for their service.
Finally arriving back inside the confines of the hostel, the five had found that unsurprisingly, they were the only occupants of the rather dingy domicile.
“Hey…big guy…it’ll be okay…I promise.” Zera leaned his head forward, placing it on the larger fish’s chest, a calming and loving nuzzle following. If he could trust anyone in this mishmashed group, it was Zera. Duke sighed in comfort and rested his hand on his beloved’s lower back, giving it an ever so slight teasing rub, his smile genuinely returning for the first time that day. “I love you…” Duke spoke softly.
Zera opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the loud squeaking of a door behind them, turning to face a naked Jake, his tall red scaled body covered only by a cheap white towel that left little to the imagination as he exited the small shower room. “Hot water won’t last forever boys, who’s next?” He coyly spoke and plopped his large reptilian frame down on his bunk with a relaxed sigh.
“Guess I’ll go…I do smell like crap…” Duke softly replied, leaning his head upward to kiss Zera, the Atlantean returning his lover’s affection with a brief liplocking session.
“Get a room.” Spike half jokingly spoke as he rolled over from his bunk, motioning his hand toward the shower room’s door.
“We…have o-, oh, funny…” Duke sighed as he pulled away from his mate’s kiss, getting up to his feet and striding into the confines of the shower.
Once the water began to hiss and the door was sealed shut behind him, Zera sat up, adjusting the cushions of the sofa he and his mate were briefly cuddling atop of, looking over to the others that occupied the room.
Spyro, the first of the group that had showered, his lower half covered in thin black sweatpants, the only pajamas of sort the reptile had time to gather before departing, flipped himself over on his bunk with a glare to Zera, the Atlantean was all too familiar with that look, most of the time he hardly even needed to verbally communicate it.
“What…?” Zera inquired, crossing his arms, just waiting for the complaints to pour in.


“Nothing…why bother wasting my time saying it, you always get…crabby, if the fish has a chance of hearing anyway.” Spyro said with a head shake, shrugging his bare shoulders, his smooth yellow chest flexing as he did, sending a gulp down Zera’s throat as he watched. Sure Duke had muscles, but that was about all the significantly lesser peer could compare himself in.
“Well right now he can’t…so what is it? Come on…” Zera goaded. Perhaps he should have let the other remain silent, the night would soon become a lot heavier due to his inadvertent push.
“I just think you could do better…ya know?” Spyro spoke softly, looking down at his own legs, those thin sweats simply irritating to have on at this point, more scratchy and annoying than comfortable.
“Well I know he needs more training but we’ll whip him into shape right?” Zera replied with a hopeful grin.
In that moment, the Atlantean’s mind raced with thoughts that seemed to be not his own, his heart raced as he felt enthralled, riveted by imagination that poured in, he was no stranger to feeling the arousal or excited emotions of his dragon comrades, the group had that unspoken bond with the Atlantean’s ability of Dragonheart, allowing the boy to share energy, essence, and various other emotions and abilities with one another. They hardly used it outside of combat and usually Zera was the one to initiate it. In this heated moment, it wasn't Zera's intention to activate the ability. But... Here he was, reveling albeit briefly... in his comrade’s thought process, and it surely wasn’t in regards to Duke’s position in their regiment, but his position in general with the Atlantean.
“O- oh…oh…okay…” Zera gulped, hiding his face in his hands while he processed what he had felt rushing through his mind like a sudden, jolting bullet.
“What, I’m just feeling what we all are…Can you really blame me?” Spyro softly hissed through his words, his confidence and patience that he had exhibited all evening had been dwindling by the moment.
“I…guess not…” Zera replied, still flustered and blushing like a fire truck, his body motionless on that sofa, his ability making it clear that Spyro, while the only one verbally speaking, was not the only one in the room with such inhibitions, all three of his draconic comrades had lustful feelings dwelling just shy of the point of action.
Spyro stood from his bunk and planted both of his feet on the ground, his brow narrowing as he smirked at his leader, walking intently toward the sofa and taking a seat without hesitation next to Zera.
The other two dragons were also sitting up in their respective bunks, their eyes focused on what Spyro was doing, in no way interrupting. Jake’s finger claws crossed in hopeful energy as he bit his lip, Spike glaring across the room to the AmDrag with a hopeful smile, the pair of them hoping that the next few moments would go the way they expected.
“I mean…come on, lil bro, don’t you think that you deserve a bit better?” Spyro confidently teased, his right hand slowly trailing from his own sweatpant clad lap directly onto the tender shorts wearing Atlantean’s boyish thigh, with a soft, yet intentional grope.
“Oh g- god…” Zera whimpered, their shared emotions in that moment hardly contained, the Atlantean felt every inch of his sixteen humanoid inches growing inside of his shorts, he knew what he wanted, as did everyone else in that room, even if the beloved shark a few feet and a thin wall away did not.
It would have gone farther, Zera knew that as well as his draconic colleague, it almost sounded painful when the shower room door opened in that damn squeak once again, an equally towel clad Duke striding out from the steam emitting room. 
“Phew, for a shitty little place, the water here is great!” The oblivious shark smiled as he spoke, and in that moment the only thing Zera could think was that he hardly looked as inviting as Jake did in the same style towel moments prior.


A few hours later, the group had bit their lips and hid their intentions rather well, and now the room was darkened, only  the flickering of a singular candle illuminated the bunks.
Zera looked to the ceiling, restless, aroused, and nervous, conflicting emotions of his mind raced as he sighed, not wanting to speak, but ever so curious as to what was truly on Spyro’s mind, he closed his eyes and allowed his Dragonheart to push into the other’s thoughts, just wanting another glimpse.
He didn’t need to use that ability for long, as his mind was filled with the vision currently residing inside of Spyro’s head, a vision of…Zera, in his bunk, looking upward. The Atlantean nearly hollered in fear as he turned to face Spyro who was sneakily standing just next to his bunk, his hand was outstretched, a split second ago he was about to attempt to wake up the boy, with a chuckle as the realization hit them both.
“You…uh…okay?” Spyro asked, scooting his larger purple frame closer to Zera’s, smiling as he did.
“B- better now…you scared me…” Zera answered silently, his hands slowly retreating from under his blanket to softly hug the larger dragon.
“Shh…No more talking…I think I got something a little more fun than conversation…” Spyro spoke softly, his words dancing off Zera’s ears with alluring, lustful tones.
“W- we can’t…D- Duke…” Zera whimpered, his inhibitions shedding by the moment as he peered into the candlelit eyes of his spiritual sibling, his concern growing for the dead asleep shark a few feet away in his own bed.
“What about him…if he can’t handle a few drones out there, how’s he gonna stop us…?” Spyro grinned toothily as he leaned his head downward closer to Zera’s blushing, smaller face.
The Atlantean could only whimper, even if his words would have been in denial, he hardly could contain the feelings he was very candidly showing in his shorts and breath, he adored Spyro, he adored them all, he would gladly lie his life down in defense of them, and now he found himself being so comfortingly embraced mere inches away from his beautiful, older brother like Spyro, only one thing stood out more than their shared, concealed erections and heavy breath, and that was what Spyro had just said.
“W- wait…you said…us…?” He inquired, Spyro softly chuckling in reply.
It was then that the smaller formed boy had looked past the piercing gaze of his adoring purple sibling to see that the only one in fact asleep in that hostel was the oblivious Duke, as both Jake and Spike stood on the outside of the two’s bunk without the concealment of clothing.
It was like a fantasy, Jake leaned over and placed his arm in a comradery type position with Spike, their endowments clearly exposed, glistening in the candlelight with uncovered, twitching mass. The Amdrag himself allowed those cruddy sweats to be discarded in his bed, his twenty-four inches of pulsating black dragon shaft twitched with a bead of pre leaking down its girth. Spike similarly could not contain his lust, it had been a long while since the group had found any release that wasn’t in their own hands, so this moment of pushing forward with their lustful intention toward Zera had his own shaft quivering in extended throbs, twenty inches total from the soft lavender reptile’s thighs.
Both of the others who clearly had no reservation of pushing this boundary between sibling and lover away, were slightly smaller in comparison to the fully erect shaft pillaring from Spyro’s waist, his twenty six inches of twitching draconic member was hardly concealed the entire time the lustful male had been laying in bed with the smaller, boyish one.
Now confronted with three, twitching hard lengths, each thick set of sweaty, pent up balls hanging just below the needy shafts, Zera whimpered to himself, he couldn’t pretend this moment was sudden. It had been approaching this point for months, even before he found himself straddled in a relationship with a smaller, more pathetic shark.
“I…Just…” Zera tried to speak, before being shushed by Spyro’s finger over his lips, the larger dragon pulled back and allowed his needy, twitching shaft to grind against the smaller boy’s thigh, with a groan of pleasure leaving his lips. “No talking, lil bro…Please, help me out?” 


His fate was sealed, perhaps it was cruel, perhaps it was fate, but Zera could not resist the words of his beloved Spyro, his beloved brother leaving in such desperation to simply be ignored, he loved them each as much as the other, if Duke needed to fall behind in this as he had in the battlefield, so be it.
Zera let his hand caress over Spyro’s length, goading another groan from the pent up dragon, his eyes closing as he felt that throbbing, sweaty rod in his smooth boyish palm, he caressed over each inch with soft intentional strokes, his own eyes closing as he soaked up the pleasure in those soft rubs, the golden skinned rod achingly twitching with warmth. He couldn’t help but feel disappointment in himself, not for what he was currently doing with Spyro, but for what little Duke had in return, he had devoted himself to the bulky shark but feeling, truly feeling another shaft in his soft stroking palm that was at least four times the length of the smaller shark’s, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief that finally, he would have a real, actual, good lay.
The room was filled with soft, quiet, moans and hisses as the two currently spectating dragons stroked their pulsating lengths, their eyes focused on their adoring reptilian brother’s leaking shaft.
“That’s it lil bro…f- fuck…just like that…” Spyro encouraged, his growls slightly growing in pleasured volume as he felt his length throbbing intensely in the little Atlantean’s smooth palm.
“Alright…time for some audience participation…” Spike said impatiently as he stepped forward, pushing himself downward near Zera’s head, his cock achingly throbbing as he did so.
“Y- you want me to…suck it?” Zera whimpered, heat overtaking the smaller male’s body, his sixteen inches twitching in his shorts with intense, heated throbs. His resistance due to his relationship had long since passed, he wanted this, he needed this, his brotherly dragons needed him just the same, there was no chance of stopping this now.
“Not…exactly…” Spike grinned devilishly as he began to adjust himself, straddling the smaller Zera under his lavish rump, both lavender cheeks resting on either side of his beloved leader’s face, taking a firm, needy seat.
Zera wasted no time, he knew what Spike yearned for and obliged, pushing his dainty, wet tongue upward into the soft pucker that Spike pushed down onto his lapping maw, his eyes closing in pleasure as he began lashing the dragon’s insides with licks of endearment.
“That’s a good boy, f- fuck yes…” Spike groaned out while he felt his body quiver in desire, that soft, cheating Atlantean tongue pushing inside of his warm, musky depths causing sweat to run down his green sac onto the boyish chin beneath his taint.


The guilt that he was feeling for the betrayal of his bulky aquatic boyfriend was quickly, mercilessly draining away from his heart and mind with every lash Zera delivered up into the dragon’s smooth depths, his brother’s tailhole quivering in need around his tongue, the soft salty taste overwhelming the Atlantean in huffing pleasure.
“Hey now Zera, don’t think you’re gonna eat all alone here…” Jake piped up, the Amdrag’s girthy and pulsing twenty-four inches of twitching black cock throbbed in excitement as he waddled over toward the trio of moaning, slurping spiritual siblings. 
Zera’s right hand, his left now obstructed by the face-sitting Spike grinding down over his face, continued stroking over the sleek purple cock that had pushed him over the line, each pump of his supple young appearing and feeling hand sending another heavy breath and hiss of pleasure through Spyro’s lips. While the other two dragons were focused and enjoying of Zera’s eager treatment of their needy members, Jake had a different idea, he lapped his lengthy pink tongue over his lips as he suddenly pushed his head down, sending a moan out of Zera’s mouth directly up into the already tightened and pleasured tailhole of Spike.
“Oh FUCK!~” Spike growled out, his toes curled blissfully as he felt the warm vibrating moan fill his depths. “W- what the hell did you do to him, he fuckin LIKED that…” He groaned, louder than he had expected to.
With a muffled reply, his mouth half full of Zera’s boyish large length, Jake replied with hungry slobbering slurps around it. “Havin’ a shnack.” 
Chuckling in reply, his own moaning increasing with every grind downward atop the writhing, eagerly licking seat that was Zera’s face. “Ughh…If it keeps him doing that, keep going.” 
“And here I am just getting a handy, mmh…Dibs on that plump lil ass first…not that I’ve been waiting or anything…” Spyro grunted out, a warm glob of precum leaking down onto the boyish Atlantean’s smooth palm as it continued stroking over his length.
“I ca- can work with that…f- fucckk…” Spike huffed out, smoke billowing from his nostrils as his eyes tensely closed, his cock pulsing over Zera’s boyish muscular chest, leaking his own clear draconic precum over the boy’s smooth toned abs beneath his length, dribbling down toward Spike’s slurping mouth.


The Amdrag grinned up at Zera, at least what little of the boy he could see through Spike’s thighs pushing downward around his face, bobbing his head with more intent slurps, feeling the massive endowment of his little brotherly figure pushing down his reptilian throat, the veins pushing out from his dark skinned, swelling shaft, his glans tickled the dragon’s throat with every inch that he snaked hungrily downward into it.
“You doing okay down there lil bro?” Spike asked through his deep pleasure, pushing his hole down around Zera’s warm lips and tongue harder as if to feel the vibrations of his reply.
“M- Mmhmmm!” Zera’s lust filled boyish body shook in reply, his girthy shaft pulsed with life in Jake’s slurping mouth, the Amdrag’s tongue coiled around  the base in a serpentlike fashion while the Atlantean’s moaning reply vibrated up into Spike’s rear, sending further tingles up his spine and through his lengthy twitching rod. 
“Oh, such a hungry little slut…fuck, he’s driving me crazy dudes…” Spike whined, his pulsing rod fully standing up in a fully pitched angle in front of his body. 
With an almost disappointing speed, Spike pulled his body forward, pulling Zera’s tongue from his well lubricated and eaten tailhole, his body collapsing for a brief moment atop of the Amdrag who kept sucking without distraction as the other dragon fell atop him. 
“Hi, Come here often?” Spike joked, looking at the cocksucking Red scaly beneath him as Zera was catching his breath behind him.
“Mmhh…” Jake softly replied, chuckling around the Atlantean’s shaft, his head unwavering in its pleasured bobbing, the taste of his mated little brother’s pulsating rod intoxicating to him. 
“S- Speakin’ of coming…I’m not wasting my first load on your cute abs Zera…open wide…” Spike announced as he regained his balance atop the Atlantean’s shoulders his massive twenty inches aimed directly for the boy’s tender lips.
“W- woah ho- hold o-!” Zera was about to object, still heavily breathing before he was silenced by the push forward, his eyes watering as Spike’s length was plunged directly into his supple, little mouth, wetly gagging around its thick girth that sheathed into his throat with a heated push.
“Fuck, Jake…move over…I need more than a hand…now.” Spyro snarled, tugging his hips backwards from the stroking Atlantean’s palm briskly, scooting his body closer to Jake’s bobbing head.
Before he could even adjust to the incredible pleasure of feeling one of his brothers sucking over his pulsating boyhood, and the other thrusting with sudden, deep thrusts into his stretching throat, Zera felt his legs being parted underneath Jake’s fellating maw, his dainty lower half easily being lifted upward into the embrace of Spyro who snarled with lust, his fat purple scaly rod the largest of the group’s by a margin, twenty-six full inches of heroic dragon shaft, thick and pulsating as it was slapped against the bed beneath him, pushing ever so slowly upward against the Atlantean boy’s supple hairless cheeks.
With a wet pop, Jake slowly pulled off of Zera’s achingly throbbing cock, smirking up at his comrade and brother reptile as he spoke. “Just don’t hurt the lil guy, you know what he’s used to is nothing compared to well, any of us…” Jake confidently spoke, out loud, without remorse.
“W- What the…f- fuck?” A whimpering, defeated, pathetic toned voice uttered from across the Hostel, as only Spyro turned to face who spoke.


Standing wide awake, his eyes watering in disbelief and betrayal, was Duke, his pajama pants were tented forward with his lesser manhood, his body betraying him almost as much as Zera was currently, twitching while his heart churned in pain. “W- what…are you…doing?” He whined, watching with fear, heartbreak, and confusion.
“I think that’s pretty obvious, even for a dumbass like you…But idiots usually are visual learners so shush and watch how it’s actually done.” Spyro growled, his disdain for Duke’s failures both as his brother’s supposed boyfriend and as a comrade in arms manifesting in the lustful thrust forward he was unable to stop himself from delivering. He sheathed his pulsating purple rod past the small, tightening Atlantean pucker, spreading the boyish behind open wider than Duke could have even imagined doing so, sending a loud, shrill moan of pleasure and pain around the engorged cock of Spike which was still being thrusted in and out of his mouth, the latter not even turning to face Zera’s boyfriend who had caught them, having more of a priority down the boy’s throat over and over without restraint.
Duke just moments ago was fast asleep, dreams of his beloved little boyfriend playing in his mind, only awoken to the loud groans of Spike, followed by a few chuckles of a joke, then slurping. Loud painful slurping that Duke unfortunately knew wasn’t made by anything other than a blowjob, what he failed to realize before getting out of his bunk and filling his eyes with the sight that befell him was there was two going on, he regretted never giving his own shaft to the hungrily sucking Zera, a chance he more than likely would never have now.


Jake pulled off with a loud pop, turning to face the heartbroken Duke, who watched on in horror, or paralyzed in disbelief, whatever reason he was standing there was of little consequence to him, he licked his lips and confidently asked the thrusting Spyro a simple question. “How stretchy is our little slut?” He growled, knowing full well what the loving, slurping Zera was feeling, even while his mouth was occupied and wrapped tightly around Spike’s invading length, their Dragonheart was in full connection, the lustful, needy, whimpering mess of a boy beneath him might as well have been verbally begging for the degrading, proper, fuck that he had been denied for so long.
“Stretchy enough to take a REAL cock, why do you ask?” Spyro grinned as he replied, bulging the young bodied Atlantean’s abs and tummy outward around the tip of his rabidly burying shaft without remorse, still looking directly at the teary eyed Shark as he spoke.
“You know what they say about two heads…” Jake grinned while speaking.
He positioned himself slowly beneath the boy’s legs, lifting his frame higher as he straddled over Spyro’s own lap, his lengthy red cock slapping upward against Zera’s own, throbbing in need and pleasure, the group of lustful reptiles each taking their own way into the formerly loyal Zera, without restraint nor care for who was whining in pitiful objection nearby.
“P- please…s- stop?” Duke whimpered, lifting a hand, managing to beg as he felt his smaller, insignificant rod twitch, his physical reaction nothing to his emotional anguish.
“Deeper? I heard deeper…” Jake grinned as he faced Spyro beneath him.
Without a word, Spyro nodded his head, as he felt the crimson red shaft frotting against his own, the snarling eager purple hero throbbed violently in the pleasurable combination of his little brother slut’s depths tightly squeezing around his length, and the other dragon’s heated cock grinding up against his own as it’s tip prodded at the already well stretched pucker it was forcing its way up against.
Zera whined out in a deep, girlish moan, his heart raced with intense pleasure, need, and desperation, his draconic needs finally being met, filled to capacity with three shafts of his beloved brothers, his body going to a strange mix of tense and relaxed as he felt Jake’s bulging, throbbing girth pushing up in sync with Spyro’s, joining him deep inside the boy, Duke’s cock could never of scratched this deep incredible itch, that his scaly siblings were easing with relentless urge. It was clear that they wanted Zera just as badly as he wanted them, finally the walls had been broken down, and with every moment that passed, Zera felt less regret for caving into their offer.
“Oh my good fucking god, he’s such a needy whore…” Jake growled out, the Amdrag feeling every ounce of Zera’s want through their Dragonheart bonding, knowing exactly what to say to add to the boy’s pleasure. It clearly worked as Zera’s rod twitched in the air, precum splattering from its girthy head onto his bulging stomach, his body hardly able to contain the pleasure he was writhing in.
“Oh fuck I can’t handle his throat…damn, he’s sucking my heart out…” Spike growled, his white, gem crushing teeth showing in a pleasured snarl as his testes rose in his churning sac across Zera’s wide open mouth and chin, the latter’s throat gripping around his cock with tender embrace, milking it’s length with his throat and his soft hand wrapped around the base as he worked his gullet hungrily over the rest.
“Then show him how much you love him, how much more than that jackass…” Spyro growled with pleasure and fire in his voice, his glare unwavering toward Duke.
The Shark watched with horror in his eyes as Spike thrusted his hips downward, the smooth green and purple hips plapping firmly, relentlessly against the same lips that just last night he was lovingly kissing, obliviously thinking that the boy would be his forever.
“C- cumming! Oh FUCK!” Spike snarled, bucking his hips forward as each of his girthy inches bottomed out in the boy’s jaw, his balls quaking as ropes of thick, potent, crystalline flavored cum gushed in torrential spurts down Zera’s freshly claimed throat, the boy groaning and slurping hungrily around the length without restraint.


Duke fell to his knees, his chest starting to feel a solid burning anger rising in it as his tears fell down his cheeks, watching who he believed to have been his friends, and his beloved boyfriend, all writhing in sloppy, passionate pleasure together without so much as asking him, his fists balled as he narrowed his teary eyed gaze upward at the spiteful trio, biting his lip to the point he could feel blood leak onto his angered tongue.
“Ohh god damn, s- swallow it all baby bro…” Spike encouraged Zera’s infidelity and betrayal even further, chuckling in genuine elatement and bliss as he felt the last of his cum being tightly, eagerly swallowed by the Atlantean’s tightening throat.
“Thrust just a little faster Jake, I’m right fucking there…” Spyro growled out suddenly, his yellow claws firmly digging against the supple boyish hips of Zera, his cock burying deeply inside of his beloved little brother, his eyes closing and avoiding Duke for the first time since he so rudely attempted to interrupt to make way for his pleasure.
“G- got it…oh fuck…take it Zera…s- so fucking w- warm…” Jake snarled, hissing in deep, heavy grunts with every thrust he felt Spyro frotting against his rod, both of them balls deep inside of the stretched, whining, gagging boy against them. He obliged the larger dragon’s desire and began jackhammering his hips as briskly as his awkward yet amazing position could allow, his precum splattering in a mixture with Spyro’s, fully lubricating the Atlantean for the deep, relentless, synchronized thrusts the large dragons delivered.
“Right…there…just…like…THAT!” Spyro shook violently, his claws pushing downward, clawing into the mattress, pushing through the fabric as he grinded his hips forward, his balls resting against Jake’s base and Zera’s smooth, pre and sweat lubricated taint, his teeth baring as he joined Spike in orgasmic bliss, churning gush after gush of his pent up, thick white spurting load which bred up into the smaller framed boy’s depths without remorse.
Jake’s eyes rolled upward, the thick gushes of steamy dragon seed mixing with his own thrusting rod and Zera’s depths caused the Amdrag to collapse atop the pair beneath him, awkwardly laying half on Zera and Spyro alike between them both as his hips thrusted upwards, his own load gushing forth in ropes of intense pressure, mixing his draconic seed with his brother in arms’, his body going limp as his gushing orgasm finished.
The group laid in a pleasurable heap for a moment, before Zera’s own cock twitched against the blissfully relaxed Jake’s cheek, who turned to face him before briskly shoving the Atlantean’s length back down his throat as he had moments before.
While his betraying boyfriend was being milked, the teenage appearing Atlantean’s thick, dark skinned rod gushing rather easily into Jake’s slurping red maw, Duke watched as Spike’s cock was removed from his mouth, the sweaty, cum spattered boy laying in a blissful state of pleasure he had never seen on his face before, he had no idea how they managed to do this, to convince his beloved to ruin him so easily.


“Y- you…fucker…you little backstabbing fucker…” Duke whimpered, slowly getting to his feet, the shirtless shark’s erection had not wavered, but his emotions were beginning to get the better of him as he gazed forward with anger mixing into his heartbreak.
“Excuse me?” Zera whimpered, his afterglow being so harshly interrupted by the lesser male’s words.
“You lied to me, you betrayed me…for what…these idiots?” Duke motioned his balled fist upward sweeping his pointer over each of the lustfully panting dragons who peered over to watch him.
“Don’t you fucking say that, you shrimp dicked bastard!” Zera screamed, the Shark’s bitter words genuinely hurting his feelings as he spoke, sending fiery anger through his heart. His love for his brothers had grown exponentially as they had this Dragonheart boosted love session.
This fiery wave of pain was echoed through each of the dragons as well, the connection hadn’t wavered just because their collective loads were emptied into the happily moaning boy.
“Call him another name, and we’re going to have…problems…” Spyro was the first to speak, pulling back from Jake’s haphazard laying atop his waist and letting his slowly deflating member slip from Zera’s warm embrace, groaning in pleasure still from the feeling of it’s removal.
“Like I care…You fucking overrated douche…You don’t scare me…” Duke snarled at Spyro, his brow furrowed.
“Woah, woah, time out, We didn’t do anything Zera didn’t want, don’t you care about his desires?” Spike asked, being the only one that wasn’t still deeply inside of Zera, he got to his feet and stood in front of the Atlantean, in a near defensive posture.
“Oh go fuck yourself Spike…You aren’t any better here…” Duke growled, his anger rising.
“Heh…I think Zera would disagree bro.” Jake chimed in, lazily tugging himself upward against the bunk bed, his softened member snaking out of the boy, leaving Zera to both savor the leaking mess of Jake and Spyro’s combined cum deep inside of him, and disdain to the Shark’s sudden hurtful words.
“I’m only warning you one more time, before I make sushi out of your worthless, burdensome body…Shut, the fuck. Up.” Spyro firmly warned, smoke billowing from his nostrils as he slowly got to his feet, standing beside a lazy, drained Jake, and a concerned but prepared Spike.
“Fuck are you useless, backstabbing pricks gonna do?” Duke teased a final time.


While approaching the Hostel carefully, Boyd, the robotic avian took soft steps as to not cause any undue noise, he didn’t want the doors opening outside to suddenly awaken any of the hard working members of his regiment, his courteousness to his friends a common event. As he arrived at the front lobby however, he was suddenly launched into a slight panic, as the commotion of an obvious fight was taking place inside of the sleeping area. With a deep breath, Boyd quickly took cover by the sleeping area’s door, before swinging his fist into the door sending it open, his arm extending outward as he entered, his fist transforming mechanically into an open-barreled pistol as he scanned the room, his eyes laying sight to what was happening.
Zera was still naked, dripping in evidence of what had happened just moments prior, his knees were on the ground as he knelt between two larger males, a wide, devilish smile over the teenage appearing boy’s face, his stare fixated upward at Spyro and Spike, the broad shouldered, punch throwing pair closest to him growling in a mixture of pleasure and aggression, one of the Atlantean twink’s hands caressing over the first Dragon’s semi hard member, the other occupied with teasing and prodding his digits into the supple scaly tailhole of the second. Zera was encouraging the pair of them like a slutty cheerleader, each blow they successfully landed to the loudmouthed, burdensome Shark was briskly rewarded with another stroke or finger. Jake was not being actively rewarded in a similar fashion, his freshly drained member was flaccid regardless, he had little libido left to enjoy Zera’s current method of reward, but joining his brothers, each of them swinging, kicking, or otherwise attacking the target beneath them, was reward enough. 
Easily outnumbered and outperformed both sexually and physically at the same time, was Duke, his bruised hand reaching out toward Boyd as his black eye locked with the synthetic avian’s glare and weaponized hand.
“That’s right, I’ll suck it if you kick his dumb little dick!” Zera cheered on, his grip over Spyro’s cock, and digits inside of Spike increasing in speed and tenderness as he coaxed his team into further working the Shark over. “He won’t even bother fighting back, we all know he can’t anyway, the shrimp.” 
“W- what is going on?!” Boyd interrupted, shocked, his hand quickly changing back into his usual silver palm as he watched on in confusion.
The group stopped suddenly, except for Zera, who continued his eager stroking and finger-prodding into the beloved dragons at either of his sides when he looked up to Boyd, a prideful smile on his face.
“A change in who Zera values, this shit talker had this coming…” Spyro growled as he replied to Boyd’s query, his narrow, angered expression unchanged since the last insult left Duke’s bloody lipped mouth, he was all too happy to lay into this worthless baggage.
“Boyd…P- Please…” Duke whimpered. The Shark could only watch in further disbelief as the robotic avian walked directly past him and joined Zera on the ground, kneeling with his comrade between the sweaty, aroused, fighting dragons that flanked them, seeming to not have a single ounce of compassion for the struggling Shark’s beating. 
“I thought you said you’d wait for me to be here…” Boyd whined, his eyes going wide as Zera simply leaned over and planted a firm, sudden kiss to Boyd’s beak.
“I was gonna, but, it just…happened, Spyro was needy, and…he was asleep, what was I supposed to do? Say no? Dragonheart would have revealed me anyway…” Zera calmly explained to Boyd in a soft, genuine tone.
Boyd sighed and patted the sweaty bare chested Atlantean’s back, smiling in reply. “Well I knew this was coming, but not quite like this, though I’m not arguing, heh.” Boyd revealed to the room.
Duke heard the casual words and recoiled, the fists and feet barraging him had stopped but they might as well have continued, the pain those words caused him was far deeper than an ass whooping. “W- what?” he whimpered weakly from the floor.
“Oh, yeah…all Zera was trying to do is figure out how to offload you while still dating you…You can’t fight worth a darn, clearly…” Boyd coldly spoke, turning to face the Shark who coughed in disbelief on the cold concrete floor. “Seems like neither is an issue now…pack up and get out of here.”
Duke blinked, the dragons each stepping back and letting the half-naked, beaten, defeated Shark weakly climb to his feet, holding his side. “Wh…where do I go…?”
Boyd sighed, his hand extending outward and pointing at Duke, his left eye going red as he seemed to lock on. "I said, 'Out of here'. GO!" He firmly warned.
Duke gulped, not wanting to push his luck any further, he hobbled to his bunk and grabbed his bag, quickly gathering what he could and scurrying toward the door.
As he turned to face the group who was disavowing him, he could only sigh in pain, defeat, and heartache. The five others all sitting near one another on the bed, sweet nothings leaving their lips. While Duke would never forget them, it was obvious the former regiment he clung to, the beloved Atlantean that he adored, and the company that kept him safe since he found himself in this strange place, were all gone and had easily forgotten him.


Boyd smirked as the door closed, sobbing whimpers of the pathetic Shark were audible as he departed to places unknown, the robotic avian turned to face the cum-spattered, girlishly giggling Atlantean twink next to him, and softly asked. 
“So…got enough energy for one more round…?” the Avian teasingly asked, as his hand gripped Zera’s thigh tightly.
Zera softly nodded, leaning his head inward, planting his lips to the metallic, amazing beak in front of him once again, deepening the kiss, crossing yet another formerly pent up barrier.


This night just couldn’t get any better.