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Proof read by [iconname]buithebuizel[/iconname]", "writing": "Marble woke up. Not because of sweet-smelling food or from Quartz waking with a jolt, nor did she wake up with Spyro nosing around for some early morning delight. No, she woke up for once just because of the early sun now pouring down from above at a still reasonable hour of the morning. The first thing she noticed was that Spyro was missing but he had left breakfast sitting nearby. Stretching out Marble gave Quartz some firm nudges to rouse awake before standing up to see what her lovely Dragon had left. Berries and cream...She huffed, he was definitely up to something but what would have to wait as just as she took a mouthful Spyro arrived back into camp with a cheery good morning.\nHe explained that he had gone to find where the next portals were but ended up getting side tracked. Furthermore, that one very kind Dragon Useni from the mage spires had asked them for a meeting when they were ready.\nMarble of course was excited to have been invited to a Dragon meeting, even if it was with just one Dragon while Quartz was just curious to know what was going on. Enough, in fact, to make haste in finishing breakfast and all but skipping along on their way.\n \nThe meeting spot, unfortunately, was not in the castle but instead one of the middle floating islands, a quiet little grassy spot that spoke more of a friendly meet up than some formal one.\n “Welcome young ones.” The old Dragon spoke as he waved to them to sit down. “I will get to the point if you do not mind, I wish to help you defeat the final general of Gnasty. Jacques.” His words were slow and well placed but behind them there seemed to be an annoyance, almost a lack of patience. “I have never thought the Dream Weavers to be bad Dragons. Rude, old fashioned, or maybe just tired.. but never malicious. However, they were willing to let you fight that Jacques without even the slightest bit of information…” He stopped to take a sip of his tea that was placed nearby while his gaze only seemed to get angrier. “Doing so could have gotten you killed. These old Dragons might have ended up dooming the only one who could save us and for that I will not forgive them.”\n \n “I am sure we could have done fine without them…” Spyro spoke up in an attempt to defuse the tension but Useni only shook his head.\n \n “If or not something happened is not the point my young Dragon, it is rather the issue that they did nothing to help but let's move on from that for now. I have information to help you defeat that monster, from the area it lives in to how it fights.” Marble was quick to speak up in thanks, with Quartz nodding in agreement too.\n “Now.” Useni continued. “Jacques has taken up a realm that was under construction. It is a castle in the middle of a rather...active volcano. But lava and heat aside what is worse is his bodyguards. Jacques has somehow obtained the power of the Nightmare, my young friends.”\nHe stopped to take another sip of tea.\n “It is a powerful but purely destructive type of magic that mutates everything into an awful version of itself and he has used it to turn his Gnorc forces into disgusting, twisted monsters…” He stopped to think for a moment, his eyes closing as if to calm himself for what was about to come next.\n “I ask you Spyro, keep your sheep friends close. Jacques is not like other generals or even Gnorcs. He has no concept of morality; no idea of what mercy is. He will make you suffer beyond all mortal reason just because he can and finally, I have heard that he has another form befitting that of a nightmare but nobody alive has ever seen it.” Finishing his warning he took a breath and grabbed his tea.\n “When you are ready I will explain as much of the area that I can as well.” He said before taking a sip to which Spyro gave him a nod. Glad that he had at least one Dragon willing to help out against this no doubt dangerous foe.\n \nAfter some time of discussion, planning and a nice cup of tea for the road they entered the portal to fight Jacques. The first noticeable thing was of course the heat. Even the entrance was a dry grassy cliff overlooking a lake of lava while just ahead stood two huge stone pillars leaking lava. It was beautiful in its own right, and very impressive beside that.\nThe “in construction” part of the realm quickly presented itself however as there was no path forward. In between these two great, but still unfinished pillars, was nothing more than a sheer cliff drop into the middle of the volcano, with markers and small stone supports showing that one day a mighty bridge would stand. Until then they would need to find another path around and thankfully there seemed to be a side path to the right of the rightmost pillar. A rough path nestled between the lava leaking tower of stone and the cracked cliffside.\n \nAnd then they saw it. Sitting on a small stone pedestal that was in the middle of the path was a deformed creature. With huge long arms that ended in a pincer, the body so soft and fat that it covered the legs like a dress as it sagged down. The oddest thing of all was that in one misshapen claw it carried a flower, a single red flower, that it would occasionally sniff from almost delicately but the action would serve to look more unnatural. It seemed to be short sighted or either way not caring as despite having a clear view of them it did not even acknowledge them, something that the trio was thankful for as it gave them time to ready.\nThe three-pronged assault is a powerful and simple tactic. Where the front-line force, Spyro, is the big heavy wall to take the brunt of the attack hopefully without harm while two smaller forces flank both sides to annihilate the enemy. In this case, Marble went right and low, using her physical magic to gain a level of speed and power that would take any by surprise while Quartz went left. More suited to range she would keep distance as much as she could to fire a shot of lightning that would break through any physical defenses that Marble would struggle with.\nWhat they did not expect is the long snake-like arms to stretch and smash into Spyro with enough force to cause him skidding backward, nor the fat disgusting body to absorb the blow of Marble’s hefty kick. Thankfully the electric shot from Quartz was enough to hurt and interrupt the monster but only long enough for Marble to retreat.\n \nSpeed ever important they did not stop to see what it would retaliate with. Instead, they started circling the monster with Marble and Quartz doing their best to distract and dodge the flailing clawed arms while Spyro got closer. If there was ever one thing that could defeat an unarmored foe it would be a 1000-degree flamethrower with teeth sprinting at disturbing speeds.\n \nAs the creature was ignited and fell to the ground as ash it left a gem behind. Same as all other creatures created by Gnorcs, including themselves oddly enough, and it reminded Spyro of what Useni had said.\n “These things used to be the Gnorcs?” Spyro stated unsure as he stepped over to pick up the dusty gem.\n “Jeez, and I thought they were ugly before…” Cracked Quartz with a shrug.\n \nDown the path, they continued. Gliding over small drops to the molten rock below and using the whirlwinds to cross larger chasms. After the defeat of a second flabby beast, they used one of the rising platforms to follow along with the edge of the volcano’s rim until they reached a crystal dragon. He thanked them at least and was not as cold as some of the other Dream Weavers but was in quite a rush to leave this area nonetheless.\nUnderstandable, the trio figured, it was a dangerous place to be and Jacques was apparently the most dangerous of all the generals. Not a nice place to hang around in. And speaking of which the next part of the path was a narrow ravine between two cracked cliffs, flooded with lava below. The only way forward was to hop from ledge to ledge while off in the distance a bigger whirlwind platform could be seen. Clearly, that must be the way up and into the middle of the blistering volcano.\n \nMarble went first to test the ledge’s strength as she could easily jump out of one if it crumbled while Quartz was forced to ride upon Spyro’s back as he glided from one hot rock to another. The heat thankfully was not as bad as they were expecting as it seems a lot of the pillars and other stone platforms set up seemed to dampen the raw power of the lava flowing freely only a short way beneath them. There was something else in the air other than heat, however. A tension, some primal feeling of unease as while it was expected that there would be no wildlife in such a place it felt too empty. Not like that of tree tops which were both silent and felt like a thousand eyes were following you no, this was more oppressive. An overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to ooze from every infernal crack in this hellscape of fire.\n \nFinally, they reached the end of the ledges and with the whirlwind was taken up and over the cliff face to the inner circle. A collection of floating islands hovering over the very heart of the volcano provided land but the air here was staggeringly hot. To make matters worse within seconds there was a group of malformed horrors already swinging from one island to another to meet them. Unlike the fat grotesques from before these had more proportionate bodies, as their legs could at least be seen, but they also had a wide chest plate of armor protecting them from many attacks. The hide a sickly green color and cracked as if they had been charred.\n \nQuartz was quick to move as normal. Firing several shots of lightning orbs that all but made her collapse from the effort but the effect was clear. Three of the creatures got hit mid swing from one island to another and got sent screaming down into the fires below while two more ended up taking the shots to the chest. The normally protective metal only enhancing the power of the electric magic to cause them to cry out in agony. Hide underneath no doubt injured and burnt.\nSpyro gave her his praises before moving out with Marble to take care of the last two. With a grin, he held out a hand for her, an old move but one with much power to it as he grasped both her front legs to throw her at insane speeds straight into the face of one of the creatures. Her enhanced body landing a kick that shattered bone and sent the creature silently sailing down into the lava with the others. The last of these nightmares making the mistake to stop on the next island and look up for where the white creature would land as it gave the purple Dragon behind it plenty of time to wind up a horned charge into its back.\n \nWith some surprising grace, Spyro caught Marble as she fell back down to the island. A hug given as a small celebration of the fight perfectly finished before they headed back to help Quartz. Her magic orbs were proving to be a fantastic help but the stamina drain was still an issue it seemed. Spyro lifted her up onto his back so she could rest for a bit while they continued forward but where forward was seemed to be eluding them as there was only a small building on the far end. Still, better than nothing as they began hopping from island to another.\nWhat they found was that this was some kind of holding pen with a door that led back to the beginning of the area. What was being held here, however, was seemingly random. There were animals of all kinds here and even a few sleeping Gnorcs in cages but in the back, there was also a crystallized Dragon.\n \nWhen freed he at first started to panic however but seeing Spyro and two talking sheep somehow managed to calm him down. Apologizing for his behavior his look turned all the grimmer.\n “I...am Revilo. I used to be a builder and overseer of the storerooms.” He explained, his words shaky and his thoughts almost muddled. “I thank you so dearly but please do tell me, do you seek to fight Jac?”\n “Of course, we have defeated all the other generals so far!” Spyro explained with cheer as his sheep girls nodded in agreement but the Dragon did not seem as convinced.\n “You might be able to win then. Listen, Jacques is not...normal. It might not even be mortal…” He sighed, his eyes staring off to memories long ago. “Gnasty pays the creature in the flesh of the innocent.” As he said that he waved around to the cages. “He...plays with them, such horrific games. I can still hear the crying, the screaming, it never ends. Days, weeks...he never stopped for a minute until you three entered this place...Please, keep your friends close. I would not wish them to fall into his hands.” The dragon finished explaining before slowly walking off, his eyes still trapped in the past to witness such horrors.\n “Wait!” Spyro called as Revilo just made it to the door. “Where is Jac?” To the question, the troubled Dragon only pointed back. Towards the islands, they had once crossed but could not seem to bring himself to even look in that direction.\n \nWith a drink of water and some berries for energy, they departed outside to the islands. Eyes darting all over to see where this nightmare of a creature could be when Spyro picked up a small movement. Dropping out of the sky at random it landed at the middle island. A tiny creature, with small Dragon like wings but a completely unknown body. It had two legs to which it walked on with the feet instead of being replaced with rusty springs that kept it bouncing over and over. It wore a bit of cloth over the chest but the small arms could still be seen uncovered. It was an odd color for Spyro to see, this soft almost peach like skin with no scale or hair but what was even odder was the head. Or rather, mask. Carved out of some unknown green stone it had been carved into a twisted expression of joy, a mouth permanently smiling to show razor sharp teeth but the eyes behind the mask was not any better. They showed no emotion, nothing just staring or rather watching endlessly. To complete this bizarre look was a thick three pointed tuft of vibrantly orange hair jutting out of the top of the mask like a crown.\n \nThe creature was tiny, not even half the size of a sheep and just kept bouncing. Swaying with ease to the left and back to the right as it only stared at them, watching for something or maybe seeing something they could not. They had seen far more disturbing creatures but this one was just awful to look at, it was like they had locked eyes with death itself.\nUpon reaching the middle island the creature’s endless creaking of springs stopped. It tilted its head at them for just a moment before regaining the bouncing but this time it started to move. Jumping around as it pleased before finally snapping its fingers to which a box somehow appeared in the air. With a flick of a finger, it was sent flying over for Spyro to just swat it out of the air with his hand. He looked confused to this girls, “this is not what I was expecting…” He stated as yet another box came sailing over.\nThe tiny creature was hard to catch up to with all the spring powered bouncing and so when it threw yet another box over at Spyro he instead caught it. A strong throwback to the little creature managed to get a surprise hit, the imp falling flat on its face to which it even stopped moving. However, any celebrations would have to wait as suddenly it rolled over and started laughing. A shrill noise like a hundred voices all echoing off each other as it laughed maniacally.\n \nSomething changed. As it rolled over and back onto its feet the bouncing became less joyful, the once playful swaying and hopping now seemed more rigid but still, it giggled that echoing giggle. Jacques again raised a hand and with a snap of its fingers summoned a box just like any of the other boxes, pink and plain wood, and again it waved a finger to launch it at the trio but this time Spyro dodged it out of boredom...Only for it to crash into the island behind them and explode, into jam.\nA surprise and far more dangerous than before but still silly. A disturbing combination indeed but then it raised its hand and a dozen boxes appeared…\n“Is that more to what you were expecting?” Quartz said in jest, unable to help herself but before a reply could come they broke away as a hail of boxes came down from above. All explosive yes but each one carrying random objects. Fruit, sand, smaller boxes, wood, and metal alike. The longer the fight went on the more boxes the imp would summon at a time until finally during one chaotic wave of boxes Quartz finally managed to get a shot in. The electricity stunning the imp long enough that Marble got a solid in, the kick sending the creature flying from one island to another and cracking the stone mask.\n \nJacques did not even pretend this time. Bouncing back onto its feet before letting out a noise, an ungodly noise as if a thousand souls was burning. The crack running down the face of the mask leaking an odd light as it did so and then it bounced high up in the air. Raining down more boxes but the trio had been learning how it moved and the patterns it did, little things that despite the speed let them predict what it could do. Even so, Marble was reaching her limit and Quartz could fire so many shots before she would no longer be able to move. Not good when the explosive crates that were showering all around were now kept getting more and more disturbing. Meat, spiked balls, chemicals and acid to just name a few.\nSpyro let out an annoyed huff as during his running about he stepped in something strange. This creature was indeed disturbing and may indeed be a sadist but when it came to fighting was nothing short of a jester. More intimidating than actually deadly. Rejoining with Quartz he began to discuss what he could do to end this fight. A single good shot should be enough to stun the imp and then Spyro’s fire or strength would finish it off but the issue was pinning it down. The rusty springs that were its legs had a surprising amount of power to it and the tiny size of Jacques only made it quicker, harder to hit.\n “I got an idea…” Marble stated also joining the pair as they ran from island to island to stall for time. Words quiet lest Jac hears.\n \n“So, what do you think?” Marble asked after explaining the plan.\n“Sounds fun…” Quartz cracked but she did admit that it was a decent enough idea.\nWith a nod, they broke off. Spyro heading to the island Jacques was bouncing around on while Marble and Quartz headed to the outside rim of the islands to circle around. It was simple as Spyro created a distraction from throwing rocks that caused Jacques to focus all his attention at launching box after box. With the right teasing, as well it was easy for Spyro to aggravate the creature into getting more and more distracted, so much so in fact as to not notice the pair of fluffy warriors sneaking around the edge of the islands. Moving ever closer to the contents of one such random box that had crashed down on the farthest side of the outer edge. The random content of the boxes was indeed strange and at times even effective as a weapon but there was also a weakness that Jacques either did not know about or did not seem to care. The boxes might have something that could be used against him and here they did.\nAt first, you would be hard pressed to find any use in a bunch of metallic scraps but Quartz had lived with the Gnorcs for years, her eyes could fit together bits and bobs of anything into something useful at this point. She got to work, setting up a simple construct using poles and screws, cloth from one other box and string from yet another. The last thing needed was what Marble had, a single spiked metal ball that had got caught on her wool in all the running around.\n \nJacques heard a noise. A whistling tune designed to draw any attention but as he turned to look he only caught a glimpse of some kind of odd slingshot before an electrically charged metal dot smashed into his face at incredible speeds. Another sizeable crack in the mask but as he fell to the ground Spyro was waiting for him with a flaming tail strike that knocked the very wind out of him but still the imp did not poof into the gem that sustained him. Spyro’s annoyance and weariness had only managed to grow into anger as he strode over to deliver a punch to the stone mask. And then another. Knocking chips and creating cracks with every blow but as he did so something flashed in his mind, some horrible thought that belonged in a nightmare more than a daydream. Every blow he landed as well only made more thoughts flash, each other worse than the last but still he pushed on deaf to the laughter of the imp.\nSpyro went to land the final hit that would hopefully shatter the mask but he found himself interrupted by his girls. They had such worried, scared looks that made him aware of how angry he was. How his own fire magic had long since got out of control and was all but burning the ground beneath him. Spyro finally understood, he could hear the laughter and realized what Jacque’s plan was.\nHe stood and grabbed the imp by the neck as it continued to laugh but as he walked over to the edge of the island they were on that laughter came to a stop. The creature for the first time seemed to only panic now as it tried to get out of his grasp to spring away but no, his grip was firm. With a grin and a mocking laugh of his own Spyro threw cast him over the edge into the fires below, one final unholy scream marking his descent before finally there was silence. The very air seemingly clearing up from the tension that was plaguing it.\n \n “I was worried that you would not hear us.” Marble said as she hopped over the gap between islands with Quartz.\nSpyro nodded wearily, “I remembered the advice at the end, about his true form, and then I realized the mask is not for protection but rather it is a prison...Who knows what would have come out of it.” He continued to monolog, feeling suddenly a lot more tired than he did only some minutes ago.\nWaving them over he laid down on the grass to rest, the two sheep quickly joining by his side to catch their own breath. A bowl of water or two was perfect to refresh themselves as the bottle it was contained in had an icy enchantment, just another perk of being friends with Dragons they both agreed while cuddling next to their own. Spyro, however, seemed to be distracted by the normal small talk and cuddling that came after a big fight but the why did not take long as he sat up and stretched.\n \n “I... got a surprise for you two.” He said quietly, “close your eyes and stay here for a moment.” Spyro continued before stepping to the chest to root out something deep inside it as they waited curiously to what he was up to.\nQuartz was the first to notice as he slipped something on her neck before hearing him shuffling over to Marble.\n “Ok open your eyes.” He said with clear nervousness lining his voice.\n \nQuartz did so, looking down to find a rather beautifully done gold chain holding a golden, diamond shaped pendant studded with a... white gem? She looked over to Marble as Spyro was adjusting the chain on hers, she had the same thing but a black gem. They were lovely gifts and she had indeed never even seen let alone heard of black or white gems so it was likely to be very rare.\nSpyro spoke up again. “Will you...be my mates?” He asked but they did not quite understand what that meant.\n “I thought we already were?” Replied Marble as Quartz nodded in agreement.\n “Yeh I mean we just do it at least every day…” The gray sheep added.\nSpyro shook his head but still, he had a smile. “No, I mean. Dragons, when they meet that special 'one' they do not want to part with, will sometimes become Mates, normally for life or at least thousands of years, and well...I have found my ‘two’?” He tried to explain when suddenly Quartz’s face lit up from understanding.\n “But why me? I can understand Marble but I have only known you for a few days...Surely I am not worth that much…” She replied, eyes looking downwards to stay out of any gazes.\nSpyro placed a hand on her shoulder. “Because if I had to choose between you two I couldn't. You add as much to my life as Marble does but if this is too soon I will understand…” But just as he finished talking Quartz wrapped herself around him in a hug, her face buried his chest lest he sees how happy she was.\n “So…” Marble chimed in. “Is there anything special about this? A ritual or do we have to get you something?”\n “Ah do not worry about the gifts this was just my thing but...normally there is a party where we mate till we pass out.” Spyro began. “Going to save that for tomorrow, for today we could just have a... warm up?” He continued with a look that if not for the fact they were in a volcano would have caused Marble to warm up quite a bit.\n \nMarble in truth was quite ecstatic at this development. It was proof above all else of his love from them both but it was also an invitation of sorts, a binding that would let them be part of the Dragon culture forever. Quartz on the other hoof was just happy to belong to something that was not Gnorc, she had seen herself just how strong and amazing the Dragons was and now she had been asked to be a part of that.\nSpyro was first to make a move towards the “warm up” as he slipped his hand down from Quartz’s back while pulling Marble towards him for a nice warm embrace. He did not want anything fancy tonight, not just for the sake of tradition but also because the simplest of ways was the easiest to take it all in and savor the experience. The choice of location was already proving to be delightful as the warmth was comforting to them and only allowed him to pick up on the subtlest scents that were normally too faint to enjoy. Like the fact that Marble was already leaking arousal just from his gentle kisses, a fact that only made him grin at how needy she was tonight.\n \nNo time like the present he thought to himself as he gestured for Marble to turn around. Enjoying the confident look, she let slip at how attractive she to him instead of the normal blush, he moved to stand up. Hand pulling free from Quartz who could only let out a small whine from wanting more but as she knew more is something he could give. Until he did, however, there was Marble to sort out as he placed a hand on her rear, warm breath and a rough muzzle gracing her for just a moment to further test her waters before Spyro withdrew. One hand on the tail replaced with two on the back just long enough for him to step partly over her, taking the most tradition of poses, as well as one of the most fun.\nHe nodded to Quartz to come to him as well as he reached a hand back to help fit things together with Marble. It was hard work to multitask so many movements and actions all at once but at the end, it was worth it, another advantage to the simpler positions too he chuckled as Marble let out a pleased coo from him hitting his mark. She was as delightfully soft as ever, warmer a bit too from the heated location of where they were and unlike Quartz could take him as hard and deep as he liked.\n \nSweet minutes passed, filled both with the sweet flicks of tongue and rhythmic dance of intertwining flesh. Quartz’s heated gasps and moans as she spoke a tale of pleasures complemented Marble’s owns perfectly. A duet of wooly euphoria orchestrated by the Dragon standing over them with ease, a passing graze of claw, the sudden twist of tongue, the surprise smack of knot on soft flesh. It drove them wild.\n \nMarble was the first to reach her limit as softened flesh struck hard with rough scales over and over, the feeling only enhanced by her own need. It came quietly at first but unleashed like an explosion that rocked Spyro to his own sweet release that in turn only caused the pale ewe to cry out for more. Quartz, of course, could not help herself and replied to her cries with jest, “save some for me!” She cried back. Spyro, however, was planning on giving them both equal amounts anyway, it was both more fair and more fun that way. First, however, had to untie with Marble who in her pleasured state had pushed back too hard and ended up stuck.\nWith a firm grip on his waist, he gave a sharp pull but still held fast as she gritted her teeth. Sensitive, but not painful after so many weeks of experience. He tried again and his time managed to free himself as she stood panting from the sudden feeling of being so empty. Quartz was quick on her feet to help nudge Marble into her spot as she took up the other, her own need showing clear from the lack of patience. Spyro did not mind really, it was cute to see her so flustered.\n \nMarble meanwhile had just been standing around in her post-sex haze till finally, the rather uncontrolled moans of Quartz managed to snap her at least part ways out of it. Letting out a content yawn she watched as the gray sheep got what she wanted and then some but as soon as Quartz regained some semblance of thought between the thrusts she called her over.\n “T-turn around, I doubt Spyro is going to give you your turn like that.” She whispered to her between her pants. This time Marble did blush, suddenly aware of just how filthy she was and how filthy Quartz wanted to be. Still, it was an exceptionally tempting offer as she followed Quartz’s commands. It was gentle too, that broad tongue of hers, as she lapped up the Dragon’s seed that filled her. The gentle lapping slowly becoming more and more intense, deeper, as Quart’s pushed on with an almost hungry enthusiasm.\n \nTime passed unseen as they enjoyed each other's company. Spyro for one deeply enjoying the front row seat to the show going on below him but as all things do it must come to an end. The timing at least being pretty much spot on just as Spyro reached his second of the day so did Marble while Quartz was only a few splashes of something warm away from her own too.\nThere they laid, in the warmth of the volcano, away of the cold eyes of the elder Dragons and the busy life of the adventure that still must go on. A single night they decided would be nice, full of feasting and an early night’s rest so they may continue on to the main part tomorrow renewed. \n \n \n \n \n \n \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n \nPicture here,\nhttps://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1166296\n \nPatreon if you want to read these early,\nhttps://www.patreon.com/Gittons\n \nCommission info if you want your own story,\nhttps://inkbunny.net/journalview.php?id=262699", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Marble woke up. Not because of sweet-smelling food or from Quartz waking with a jolt, nor did she wake up with Spyro nosing around for some early morning delight. No, she woke up for once just because of the early sun now pouring down from above at a still reasonable hour of the morning. The first thing she noticed was that Spyro was missing but he had left breakfast sitting nearby. Stretching out Marble gave Quartz some firm nudges to rouse awake before standing up to see what her lovely Dragon had left. Berries and cream...She huffed, he was definitely up to something but what would have to wait as just as she took a mouthful Spyro arrived back into camp with a cheery good morning.
He explained that he had gone to find where the next portals were but ended up getting side tracked. Furthermore, that one very kind Dragon Useni from the mage spires had asked them for a meeting when they were ready.
Marble of course was excited to have been invited to a Dragon meeting, even if it was with just one Dragon while Quartz was just curious to know what was going on. Enough, in fact, to make haste in finishing breakfast and all but skipping along on their way.
 
The meeting spot, unfortunately, was not in the castle but instead one of the middle floating islands, a quiet little grassy spot that spoke more of a friendly meet up than some formal one.
            “Welcome young ones.” The old Dragon spoke as he waved to them to sit down. “I will get to the point if you do not mind, I wish to help you defeat the final general of Gnasty. Jacques.” His words were slow and well placed but behind them there seemed to be an annoyance, almost a lack of patience. “I have never thought the Dream Weavers to be bad Dragons. Rude, old fashioned, or maybe just tired.. but never malicious. However, they were willing to let you fight that Jacques without even the slightest bit of information…” He stopped to take a sip of his tea that was placed nearby while his gaze only seemed to get angrier. “Doing so could have gotten you killed. These old Dragons might have ended up dooming the only one who could save us and for that I will not forgive them.”
 
            “I am sure we could have done fine without them…” Spyro spoke up in an attempt to defuse the tension but Useni only shook his head.
 
            “If or not something happened is not the point my young Dragon, it is rather the issue that they did nothing to help but let's move on from that for now. I have information to help you defeat that monster, from the area it lives in to how it fights.” Marble was quick to speak up in thanks, with Quartz nodding in agreement too.
            “Now.” Useni continued. “Jacques has taken up a realm that was under construction. It is a castle in the middle of a rather...active volcano. But lava and heat aside what is worse is his bodyguards. Jacques has somehow obtained the power of the Nightmare, my young friends.”
He stopped to take another sip of tea.
            “It is a powerful but purely destructive type of magic that mutates everything into an awful version of itself and he has used it to turn his Gnorc forces into disgusting, twisted monsters…” He stopped to think for a moment, his eyes closing as if to calm himself for what was about to come next.
            “I ask you Spyro, keep your sheep friends close. Jacques is not like other generals or even Gnorcs. He has no concept of morality; no idea of what mercy is. He will make you suffer beyond all mortal reason just because he can and finally, I have heard that he has another form befitting that of a nightmare but nobody alive has ever seen it.” Finishing his warning he took a breath and grabbed his tea.
            “When you are ready I will explain as much of the area that I can as well.” He said before taking a sip to which Spyro gave him a nod. Glad that he had at least one Dragon willing to help out against this no doubt dangerous foe.
 
After some time of discussion, planning and a nice cup of tea for the road they entered the portal to fight Jacques. The first noticeable thing was of course the heat. Even the entrance was a dry grassy cliff overlooking a lake of lava while just ahead stood two huge stone pillars leaking lava. It was beautiful in its own right, and very impressive beside that.
The “in construction” part of the realm quickly presented itself however as there was no path forward. In between these two great, but still unfinished pillars, was nothing more than a sheer cliff drop into the middle of the volcano, with markers and small stone supports showing that one day a mighty bridge would stand. Until then they would need to find another path around and thankfully there seemed to be a side path to the right of the rightmost pillar. A rough path nestled between the lava leaking tower of stone and the cracked cliffside.
 
And then they saw it. Sitting on a small stone pedestal that was in the middle of the path was a deformed creature. With huge long arms that ended in a pincer, the body so soft and fat that it covered the legs like a dress as it sagged down. The oddest thing of all was that in one misshapen claw it carried a flower, a single red flower, that it would occasionally sniff from almost delicately but the action would serve to look more unnatural. It seemed to be short sighted or either way not caring as despite having a clear view of them it did not even acknowledge them, something that the trio was thankful for as it gave them time to ready.
The three-pronged assault is a powerful and simple tactic. Where the front-line force, Spyro, is the big heavy wall to take the brunt of the attack hopefully without harm while two smaller forces flank both sides to annihilate the enemy. In this case, Marble went right and low, using her physical magic to gain a level of speed and power that would take any by surprise while Quartz went left. More suited to range she would keep distance as much as she could to fire a shot of lightning that would break through any physical defenses that Marble would struggle with.
What they did not expect is the long snake-like arms to stretch and smash into Spyro with enough force to cause him skidding backward, nor the fat disgusting body to absorb the blow of Marble’s hefty kick. Thankfully the electric shot from Quartz was enough to hurt and interrupt the monster but only long enough for Marble to retreat.
 
Speed ever important they did not stop to see what it would retaliate with. Instead, they started circling the monster with Marble and Quartz doing their best to distract and dodge the flailing clawed arms while Spyro got closer. If there was ever one thing that could defeat an unarmored foe it would be a 1000-degree flamethrower with teeth sprinting at disturbing speeds.
 
As the creature was ignited and fell to the ground as ash it left a gem behind. Same as all other creatures created by Gnorcs, including themselves oddly enough, and it reminded Spyro of what Useni had said.
            “These things used to be the Gnorcs?” Spyro stated unsure as he stepped over to pick up the dusty gem.
            “Jeez, and I thought they were ugly before…” Cracked Quartz with a shrug.
 
Down the path, they continued. Gliding over small drops to the molten rock below and using the whirlwinds to cross larger chasms. After the defeat of a second flabby beast, they used one of the rising platforms to follow along with the edge of the volcano’s rim until they reached a crystal dragon. He thanked them at least and was not as cold as some of the other Dream Weavers but was in quite a rush to leave this area nonetheless.
Understandable, the trio figured, it was a dangerous place to be and Jacques was apparently the most dangerous of all the generals. Not a nice place to hang around in. And speaking of which the next part of the path was a narrow ravine between two cracked cliffs, flooded with lava below. The only way forward was to hop from ledge to ledge while off in the distance a bigger whirlwind platform could be seen. Clearly, that must be the way up and into the middle of the blistering volcano.
 
Marble went first to test the ledge’s strength as she could easily jump out of one if it crumbled while Quartz was forced to ride upon Spyro’s back as he glided from one hot rock to another. The heat thankfully was not as bad as they were expecting as it seems a lot of the pillars and other stone platforms set up seemed to dampen the raw power of the lava flowing freely only a short way beneath them. There was something else in the air other than heat, however. A tension, some primal feeling of unease as while it was expected that there would be no wildlife in such a place it felt too empty. Not like that of tree tops which were both silent and felt like a thousand eyes were following you no, this was more oppressive. An overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to ooze from every infernal crack in this hellscape of fire.
 
Finally, they reached the end of the ledges and with the whirlwind was taken up and over the cliff face to the inner circle. A collection of floating islands hovering over the very heart of the volcano provided land but the air here was staggeringly hot. To make matters worse within seconds there was a group of malformed horrors already swinging from one island to another to meet them. Unlike the fat grotesques from before these had more proportionate bodies, as their legs could at least be seen, but they also had a wide chest plate of armor protecting them from many attacks. The hide a sickly green color and cracked as if they had been charred.
 
Quartz was quick to move as normal. Firing several shots of lightning orbs that all but made her collapse from the effort but the effect was clear. Three of the creatures got hit mid swing from one island to another and got sent screaming down into the fires below while two more ended up taking the shots to the chest. The normally protective metal only enhancing the power of the electric magic to cause them to cry out in agony. Hide underneath no doubt injured and burnt.
Spyro gave her his praises before moving out with Marble to take care of the last two. With a grin, he held out a hand for her, an old move but one with much power to it as he grasped both her front legs to throw her at insane speeds straight into the face of one of the creatures. Her enhanced body landing a kick that shattered bone and sent the creature silently sailing down into the lava with the others. The last of these nightmares making the mistake to stop on the next island and look up for where the white creature would land as it gave the purple Dragon behind it plenty of time to wind up a horned charge into its back.
 
With some surprising grace, Spyro caught Marble as she fell back down to the island. A hug given as a small celebration of the fight perfectly finished before they headed back to help Quartz. Her magic orbs were proving to be a fantastic help but the stamina drain was still an issue it seemed. Spyro lifted her up onto his back so she could rest for a bit while they continued forward but where forward was seemed to be eluding them as there was only a small building on the far end. Still, better than nothing as they began hopping from island to another.
What they found was that this was some kind of holding pen with a door that led back to the beginning of the area. What was being held here, however, was seemingly random. There were animals of all kinds here and even a few sleeping Gnorcs in cages but in the back, there was also a crystallized Dragon.
 
When freed he at first started to panic however but seeing Spyro and two talking sheep somehow managed to calm him down. Apologizing for his behavior his look turned all the grimmer.
            “I...am Revilo. I used to be a builder and overseer of the storerooms.” He explained, his words shaky and his thoughts almost muddled. “I thank you so dearly but please do tell me, do you seek to fight Jac?”
            “Of course, we have defeated all the other generals so far!” Spyro explained with cheer as his sheep girls nodded in agreement but the Dragon did not seem as convinced.
            “You might be able to win then. Listen, Jacques is not...normal. It might not even be mortal…” He sighed, his eyes staring off to memories long ago. “Gnasty pays the creature in the flesh of the innocent.” As he said that he waved around to the cages. “He...plays with them, such horrific games. I can still hear the crying, the screaming, it never ends. Days, weeks...he never stopped for a minute until you three entered this place...Please, keep your friends close. I would not wish them to fall into his hands.” The dragon finished explaining before slowly walking off, his eyes still trapped in the past to witness such horrors.
            “Wait!” Spyro called as Revilo just made it to the door. “Where is Jac?” To the question, the troubled Dragon only pointed back. Towards the islands, they had once crossed but could not seem to bring himself to even look in that direction.
 
With a drink of water and some berries for energy, they departed outside to the islands. Eyes darting all over to see where this nightmare of a creature could be when Spyro picked up a small movement. Dropping out of the sky at random it landed at the middle island. A tiny creature, with small Dragon like wings but a completely unknown body. It had two legs to which it walked on with the feet instead of being replaced with rusty springs that kept it bouncing over and over. It wore a bit of cloth over the chest but the small arms could still be seen uncovered. It was an odd color for Spyro to see, this soft almost peach like skin with no scale or hair but what was even odder was the head. Or rather, mask. Carved out of some unknown green stone it had been carved into a twisted expression of joy, a mouth permanently smiling to show razor sharp teeth but the eyes behind the mask was not any better. They showed no emotion, nothing just staring or rather watching endlessly. To complete this bizarre look was a thick three pointed tuft of vibrantly orange hair jutting out of the top of the mask like a crown.
 
The creature was tiny, not even half the size of a sheep and just kept bouncing. Swaying with ease to the left and back to the right as it only stared at them, watching for something or maybe seeing something they could not. They had seen far more disturbing creatures but this one was just awful to look at, it was like they had locked eyes with death itself.
Upon reaching the middle island the creature’s endless creaking of springs stopped. It tilted its head at them for just a moment before regaining the bouncing but this time it started to move. Jumping around as it pleased before finally snapping its fingers to which a box somehow appeared in the air. With a flick of a finger, it was sent flying over for Spyro to just swat it out of the air with his hand. He looked confused to this girls, “this is not what I was expecting…” He stated as yet another box came sailing over.
The tiny creature was hard to catch up to with all the spring powered bouncing and so when it threw yet another box over at Spyro he instead caught it. A strong throwback to the little creature managed to get a surprise hit, the imp falling flat on its face to which it even stopped moving. However, any celebrations would have to wait as suddenly it rolled over and started laughing. A shrill noise like a hundred voices all echoing off each other as it laughed maniacally.
 
Something changed. As it rolled over and back onto its feet the bouncing became less joyful, the once playful swaying and hopping now seemed more rigid but still, it giggled that echoing giggle. Jacques again raised a hand and with a snap of its fingers summoned a box just like any of the other boxes, pink and plain wood, and again it waved a finger to launch it at the trio but this time Spyro dodged it out of boredom...Only for it to crash into the island behind them and explode, into jam.
A surprise and far more dangerous than before but still silly. A disturbing combination indeed but then it raised its hand and a dozen boxes appeared…
“Is that more to what you were expecting?” Quartz said in jest, unable to help herself but before a reply could come they broke away as a hail of boxes came down from above. All explosive yes but each one carrying random objects. Fruit, sand, smaller boxes, wood, and metal alike. The longer the fight went on the more boxes the imp would summon at a time until finally during one chaotic wave of boxes Quartz finally managed to get a shot in. The electricity stunning the imp long enough that Marble got a solid in, the kick sending the creature flying from one island to another and cracking the stone mask.
 
Jacques did not even pretend this time. Bouncing back onto its feet before letting out a noise, an ungodly noise as if a thousand souls was burning. The crack running down the face of the mask leaking an odd light as it did so and then it bounced high up in the air. Raining down more boxes but the trio had been learning how it moved and the patterns it did, little things that despite the speed let them predict what it could do. Even so, Marble was reaching her limit and Quartz could fire so many shots before she would no longer be able to move. Not good when the explosive crates that were showering all around were now kept getting more and more disturbing. Meat, spiked balls, chemicals and acid to just name a few.
Spyro let out an annoyed huff as during his running about he stepped in something strange. This creature was indeed disturbing and may indeed be a sadist but when it came to fighting was nothing short of a jester. More intimidating than actually deadly. Rejoining with Quartz he began to discuss what he could do to end this fight. A single good shot should be enough to stun the imp and then Spyro’s fire or strength would finish it off but the issue was pinning it down. The rusty springs that were its legs had a surprising amount of power to it and the tiny size of Jacques only made it quicker, harder to hit.
            “I got an idea…” Marble stated also joining the pair as they ran from island to island to stall for time. Words quiet lest Jac hears.
 
“So, what do you think?” Marble asked after explaining the plan.
“Sounds fun…” Quartz cracked but she did admit that it was a decent enough idea.
With a nod, they broke off. Spyro heading to the island Jacques was bouncing around on while Marble and Quartz headed to the outside rim of the islands to circle around. It was simple as Spyro created a distraction from throwing rocks that caused Jacques to focus all his attention at launching box after box. With the right teasing, as well it was easy for Spyro to aggravate the creature into getting more and more distracted, so much so in fact as to not notice the pair of fluffy warriors sneaking around the edge of the islands. Moving ever closer to the contents of one such random box that had crashed down on the farthest side of the outer edge. The random content of the boxes was indeed strange and at times even effective as a weapon but there was also a weakness that Jacques either did not know about or did not seem to care. The boxes might have something that could be used against him and here they did.
At first, you would be hard pressed to find any use in a bunch of metallic scraps but Quartz had lived with the Gnorcs for years, her eyes could fit together bits and bobs of anything into something useful at this point. She got to work, setting up a simple construct using poles and screws, cloth from one other box and string from yet another. The last thing needed was what Marble had, a single spiked metal ball that had got caught on her wool in all the running around.
 
Jacques heard a noise. A whistling tune designed to draw any attention but as he turned to look he only caught a glimpse of some kind of odd slingshot before an electrically charged metal dot smashed into his face at incredible speeds. Another sizeable crack in the mask but as he fell to the ground Spyro was waiting for him with a flaming tail strike that knocked the very wind out of him but still the imp did not poof into the gem that sustained him. Spyro’s annoyance and weariness had only managed to grow into anger as he strode over to deliver a punch to the stone mask. And then another. Knocking chips and creating cracks with every blow but as he did so something flashed in his mind, some horrible thought that belonged in a nightmare more than a daydream. Every blow he landed as well only made more thoughts flash, each other worse than the last but still he pushed on deaf to the laughter of the imp.
Spyro went to land the final hit that would hopefully shatter the mask but he found himself interrupted by his girls. They had such worried, scared looks that made him aware of how angry he was. How his own fire magic had long since got out of control and was all but burning the ground beneath him. Spyro finally understood, he could hear the laughter and realized what Jacque’s plan was.
He stood and grabbed the imp by the neck as it continued to laugh but as he walked over to the edge of the island they were on that laughter came to a stop. The creature for the first time seemed to only panic now as it tried to get out of his grasp to spring away but no, his grip was firm. With a grin and a mocking laugh of his own Spyro threw cast him over the edge into the fires below, one final unholy scream marking his descent before finally there was silence. The very air seemingly clearing up from the tension that was plaguing it.
 
            “I was worried that you would not hear us.” Marble said as she hopped over the gap between islands with Quartz.
Spyro nodded wearily, “I remembered the advice at the end, about his true form, and then I realized the mask is not for protection but rather it is a prison...Who knows what would have come out of it.” He continued to monolog, feeling suddenly a lot more tired than he did only some minutes ago.
Waving them over he laid down on the grass to rest, the two sheep quickly joining by his side to catch their own breath. A bowl of water or two was perfect to refresh themselves as the bottle it was contained in had an icy enchantment, just another perk of being friends with Dragons they both agreed while cuddling next to their own. Spyro, however, seemed to be distracted by the normal small talk and cuddling that came after a big fight but the why did not take long as he sat up and stretched.
 
            “I... got a surprise for you two.” He said quietly, “close your eyes and stay here for a moment.” Spyro continued before stepping to the chest to root out something deep inside it as they waited curiously to what he was up to.
Quartz was the first to notice as he slipped something on her neck before hearing him shuffling over to Marble.
            “Ok open your eyes.” He said with clear nervousness lining his voice.
 
Quartz did so, looking down to find a rather beautifully done gold chain holding a golden, diamond shaped pendant studded with a... white gem? She looked over to Marble as Spyro was adjusting the chain on hers, she had the same thing but a black gem. They were lovely gifts and she had indeed never even seen let alone heard of black or white gems so it was likely to be very rare.
Spyro spoke up again. “Will you...be my mates?” He asked but they did not quite understand what that meant.
            “I thought we already were?” Replied Marble as Quartz nodded in agreement.
            “Yeh I mean we just do it at least every day…” The gray sheep added.
Spyro shook his head but still, he had a smile. “No, I mean. Dragons, when they meet that special 'one' they do not want to part with, will sometimes become Mates, normally for life or at least thousands of years, and well...I have found my ‘two’?” He tried to explain when suddenly Quartz’s face lit up from understanding.
            “But why me? I can understand Marble but I have only known you for a few days...Surely I am not worth that much…” She replied, eyes looking downwards to stay out of any gazes.
Spyro placed a hand on her shoulder. “Because if I had to choose between you two I couldn't. You add as much to my life as Marble does but if this is too soon I will understand…” But just as he finished talking Quartz wrapped herself around him in a hug, her face buried his chest lest he sees how happy she was.
            “So…” Marble chimed in. “Is there anything special about this? A ritual or do we have to get you something?”
            “Ah do not worry about the gifts this was just my thing but...normally there is a party where we mate till we pass out.” Spyro began. “Going to save that for tomorrow, for today we could just have a... warm up?” He continued with a look that if not for the fact they were in a volcano would have caused Marble to warm up quite a bit.
 
Marble in truth was quite ecstatic at this development. It was proof above all else of his love from them both but it was also an invitation of sorts, a binding that would let them be part of the Dragon culture forever. Quartz on the other hoof was just happy to belong to something that was not Gnorc, she had seen herself just how strong and amazing the Dragons was and now she had been asked to be a part of that.
Spyro was first to make a move towards the “warm up” as he slipped his hand down from Quartz’s back while pulling Marble towards him for a nice warm embrace. He did not want anything fancy tonight, not just for the sake of tradition but also because the simplest of ways was the easiest to take it all in and savor the experience. The choice of location was already proving to be delightful as the warmth was comforting to them and only allowed him to pick up on the subtlest scents that were normally too faint to enjoy. Like the fact that Marble was already leaking arousal just from his gentle kisses, a fact that only made him grin at how needy she was tonight.
 
No time like the present he thought to himself as he gestured for Marble to turn around. Enjoying the confident look, she let slip at how attractive she to him instead of the normal blush, he moved to stand up. Hand pulling free from Quartz who could only let out a small whine from wanting more but as she knew more is something he could give. Until he did, however, there was Marble to sort out as he placed a hand on her rear, warm breath and a rough muzzle gracing her for just a moment to further test her waters before Spyro withdrew. One hand on the tail replaced with two on the back just long enough for him to step partly over her, taking the most tradition of poses, as well as one of the most fun.
He nodded to Quartz to come to him as well as he reached a hand back to help fit things together with Marble. It was hard work to multitask so many movements and actions all at once but at the end, it was worth it, another advantage to the simpler positions too he chuckled as Marble let out a pleased coo from him hitting his mark. She was as delightfully soft as ever, warmer a bit too from the heated location of where they were and unlike Quartz could take him as hard and deep as he liked.
 
Sweet minutes passed, filled both with the sweet flicks of tongue and rhythmic dance of intertwining flesh. Quartz’s heated gasps and moans as she spoke a tale of pleasures complemented Marble’s owns perfectly. A duet of wooly euphoria orchestrated by the Dragon standing over them with ease, a passing graze of claw, the sudden twist of tongue, the surprise smack of knot on soft flesh. It drove them wild.
 
Marble was the first to reach her limit as softened flesh struck hard with rough scales over and over, the feeling only enhanced by her own need. It came quietly at first but unleashed like an explosion that rocked Spyro to his own sweet release that in turn only caused the pale ewe to cry out for more. Quartz, of course, could not help herself and replied to her cries with jest, “save some for me!” She cried back. Spyro, however, was planning on giving them both equal amounts anyway, it was both more fair and more fun that way. First, however, had to untie with Marble who in her pleasured state had pushed back too hard and ended up stuck.
With a firm grip on his waist, he gave a sharp pull but still held fast as she gritted her teeth. Sensitive, but not painful after so many weeks of experience. He tried again and his time managed to free himself as she stood panting from the sudden feeling of being so empty. Quartz was quick on her feet to help nudge Marble into her spot as she took up the other, her own need showing clear from the lack of patience. Spyro did not mind really, it was cute to see her so flustered.
 
Marble meanwhile had just been standing around in her post-sex haze till finally, the rather uncontrolled moans of Quartz managed to snap her at least part ways out of it. Letting out a content yawn she watched as the gray sheep got what she wanted and then some but as soon as Quartz regained some semblance of thought between the thrusts she called her over.
            “T-turn around, I doubt Spyro is going to give you your turn like that.” She whispered to her between her pants. This time Marble did blush, suddenly aware of just how filthy she was and how filthy Quartz wanted to be. Still, it was an exceptionally tempting offer as she followed Quartz’s commands. It was gentle too, that broad tongue of hers, as she lapped up the Dragon’s seed that filled her. The gentle lapping slowly becoming more and more intense, deeper, as Quart’s pushed on with an almost hungry enthusiasm.
 
Time passed unseen as they enjoyed each other's company. Spyro for one deeply enjoying the front row seat to the show going on below him but as all things do it must come to an end. The timing at least being pretty much spot on just as Spyro reached his second of the day so did Marble while Quartz was only a few splashes of something warm away from her own too.
There they laid, in the warmth of the volcano, away of the cold eyes of the elder Dragons and the busy life of the adventure that still must go on. A single night they decided would be nice, full of feasting and an early night’s rest so they may continue on to the main part tomorrow renewed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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