The legend of Spyro: ponies in the dragon realm

The following morning was rather perductive, banners were being setup the read 'thank you for being our hero's' tables full of fruit, veggies, meat and snacks were spread out, the girls gathered every dragon and as Twilight went to go get Spyro, she stopped at his tent when a hiss came from it, poking her head in she saw a light blue dragoness with blue diamond markings on her body and a silvery white underside put fresh bandages on Spyro's shoulder. "Hold still and it won't hurt as much." She calmly said as she finished wrapping his shoulder, kissing his check she left his tent, "Oh morning Twilight." She said passing the alicorn. Looking around she saw just how big the tent was, near the front were a few chairs at the far left was a large, round mattress full of moss and heather, for a comfy sleep, the far right side had a small table for him to eat at. To the left was a guest room, with chairs and another round bed filled with moss and heather.

"You Coming?"

"To what?"

"The celebration of course, the Queen said we'll celebrate our victory today."

"Maybe later."

"You sure, your part of the reason we are celebrating."

"Later Twilight."

Nodding she headed back and saw Cadence leave Allan's tent without him as well, catching up to her sister in law she asked how'd things went with Allan and all Cadence did was laugh. "He's not going, saying he has enough medals from the Dark war and the war against Malefor and from others so to him it's nothing speacial and what about our purple friend?"

"He said later, so I don't think he's coming either." Coming back to the ceremony, dragons were in line for breakfast, having a few non-alcoholic beverages, talking to each other and when the Queen saw them come back without their hero's she asked what happen and they explained that Allan isn't interested and neigther was Spyro. Surprised by this she went over to the tents and saw that Allan was sitting on his stool, sharpening his blade. "Why not join the celebration it was your stratigic plan that won the war."

"Your grace for thirteen thousand years all I did was enter some kind of battle, win it and celebrate, some where more special then others but after the Dark war I quite celebrating there was no point any more, if you count all the medals that I had before they were destroyed when Shadow back stabbed us you would see just how decorated I was, still am. This, this was just a pain in my ass no medal required, I did my job, buried the dead and had a few drinks, tomorrow I'll be heading home."

The Queen was taken aback by Allan's words, with not much else to say she respected his choice and went to Spyro's tent, walking in as he played with his aether ability, creating shapes with it, grabbing his attention by coughing, she sat by the door and said. "I understand Allan for not coming, being a war veterin and no longer needs celebrations, but why aren't you going? You like the others should be celebrating your victory. I know Cynder isn't here to celebrate with you, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't celebrate, after all you killed the enemy leader, that is worth celebrating."

"I guess I'm just afraid that umm..." Spyro rubbed the back of his neck, "when we beat Malefor twelve years ago, we celebrated in Warfang, that lasted for weeks and during one of those weeks, me and Cynder were being harassed by the opposite sex. Many females exposed themselves to me and got me to expose myself because of the arousal of them showing off, some nearly mated with me right there, I guess I'm just nervous about that happening again."

"Will I can assure you that won't happen here." Spyro looked up at the Queen and saw that she meant every word. Thinking it over, he nodded and followed the Queen, every dragon cheered as he made his way through and took a seat next to Twilight. The girls congratulated him, Rainbow smack him just under his wound but he still hissed from the pain, getting her giggle sheepishly and say sorry. As the ceremony carried out through the afternoon, The Queen got every ones attention by tapping her wine glass, looking in her direction, every one went silent.

"Glad we all made it, today we celebrate a grand victory for we have defeated our rivals. Let our hero's be recognized, as your name is called please come stand beside me. Jacob, David, Ryan, Trevor..." The Queen called out every name from the squad, "and lastly our saviour of the world Spyro." The dragons roared as his name was called and he made his way next to the last dragon called. "Though general Allan will not be joining us, let us congradulate these brave dragons for saving our kingdom." Every dragon, and pony applauded as they each received a gold metal, around their necks, hiding in the shadows was Allan as he watched them get the medal they deserved, smiling as he walked away. "Lets hear it for our champions one more time." The crowed roared to life as they made their hero's feel loved. Making their way back to their seats all got smothered by loved ones and friends.

"How would you girls like a little tour of the dragon realm after this party?" Spyro asked, and the answer was clear as day when he saw their huge smiles on their faces.

"YES!!" They shouted in unison. Laughing at their response, that he knew that would have been their answer. As the afternoon grew later, stronger drinks started being passed around and one of the dragons called Spyro over for a couple drinks, when it came over to the girls, being use to Applejack's Apple cider, they took a sip and shook their heads soon after. "What is this?" AJ asked.

"Mahakaman Spirit." Said one of the dragons near them. "The dwarves made it long ago, and made known to the world when they were invited to various places. They made it strong because they loved strong drinks."

"What's a dwarf?" Twilight asked.

"I'll fill you girls in later." Spyro said, looking over his shoulder, before going back to his drink. As the evening grew late, drinking games came out, dragons passed out over time, and others would leave with either their loved ones or a random dragoness by their side, before making their way back to their tents. The girls started feeling the alcohol kick in and started to feel sleepy, making their way to the palace, Rarity looked back and saw Spyro making his way back to his tent, with the dragoness that bandaged his wound by his side.

Walking into his tent, she planted a heated kiss on him, one he returned they held that kiss for two minutes before breaking it to get some air. She gentle pushed Spyro onto his back and continued to kiss him, her sex rubbing against his slit, groaning as the blood began to rush towards his dragonhood, Spyro broke away and looked into soft sapphire eyes. "Elsa would you like it if I mounted you?" Spyro asked with a grin on his face.

Elsa murred loudly as Spyro nuzzled her, rolling onto her feet, lifted her rear, hiking her tail over her back and straddling her legs a bit to expose her soft mound already dripping wet with desire, her netherlips pink and slightly swollen from the intense need flowing through her. Spyro watched with excitement as she parted her netherlips, revealing her soft pink inner treasure she wanted him to take. She shook her hips invitingly, inhaling sharply as her vagina throbbed quickly and a small stream of her fluids dripped from her eager sex. Spyro walked up behind her and she lifted herself up even higher, grinning wildly with excitement as she let him inspect her. She quickly looked down under herself at his underbelly, noticing his red/purple dragonhood was surprisingly flaccid as it hung under him from its sheath. Spyro eyed her begging slit, feeling rushes of arousal flow through him to his groin. He pressed his nose against her delicate folds and breathed hot air over her in sharp exhalations, making her shiver and whimper in need.

Make love to me..." she breathed desperately, feeling her vagina quiver with need of filling. She then gasped as her insides clenched in a pleasurable need. "Ooooohh..." she whimpered, her legs quivering with pleasure as he slowly licked her. Her forelegs gave out and she fell to the ground, lifting her rear a bit more and moaning loudly as her mate's skilled tongue teased her aching birthing tunnel. He was trying to hold himself back, but her intoxicating scent was too powerful even for him; breaking his will and causing his dragonhood to almost instantly erect. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, delighting in her sweet fluids and her near-steaming inner heat as her vagina twitched and convulsed with sheer pleasure with every touch. Poor Elsa was a slave to her own body, unable to think cohesively or even speak as all her thought centered on how good this felt. Spyro eased around her, nibbling and licking her thigh, making his way tenderly along her side to gnaw softly on her wing-arm before progressing up her neck and cheek to her mouth, giving her a long, passionate kiss before going along her other side. In the back of her mind she didn't want him catering to her so much and leaving himself hanging, but when he kissed her and she glanced back and eyed his impressive mass of blood-hardened flesh between his legs. "Mmmm...bring that here," she whispered with a seductive grin. Spyro stood over her head and neck and grinned as she hungrily took his member into her mouth and began fervently lapping and suckling his lenugh.

Oooh Elsa...gah, slow down already!" Spyro both moaned and laughed as she desperately sucked him off as if he was a source of water after a severe drought. She finally forced herself to stop, much to Spyro's annoyance as he felt his orgasm approaching. Gaining control of himself again he stepped back and lifted Elsa's maw to his for a slow, loving kiss, feeling her panting with excitement. "You'll get it soon enough you naughty girl," he whispered, then began nibbling along her other side.

Elsa whimpered under him, struggling to stand up but unable to do so with her nerves aflame with ecstasy. Spyro fed light into her as he stood on her, giving her the strength and stability to get back up. He gave a naughty grin and focused his light energy into his sheath, letting it flow down his cock into her and delighting in the cute moan she gave as she felt a pleasant, comfortable warmth soothe her inner walls.

mutual thought flashed through their minds and Spyro followed it instantly, abandoning his restraint and giving in to his instincts briefly. His jaw hung open with a pleasured moan as he rammed himself hard and fast into her, feeling her tighten and spasm with every impact of his sheath against her soft wet netherlips. Every hilting was a burst of pure pleasure that just kept increasing over and over until Spyro's hips began to fail a bit and he regained control, slowing down and slowly mating Elsa's vagina as she squirmed and squealed under him, lost in bliss. He picked up the pace again, his hips almost a blur against hers, making her shiver uncontrollably as her nerves were set on fire. Elsa started imagining herself bloated with cum. Spyro bent over her, panting onto her neck as he buried himself inside her heavenly depths, and she craned her neck back and kissed him, begging him to fill her. The purple dragon made love to her for over an hour and a half before finally giving in to his primal urges, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pure pleasure, her pussy hot and slick with torrents of their mixed love-juices and spraying those juices all over the ground under them every time Spyro forced his wonderful maleness inside her. "I'm so close..." he whimpered.

Spyrooooh...pleeease..." she moaned, the sheer desperation in her voice sending electric thrills of ecstasy through him, making his member throb and grow a tiny bit more inside her as his powerful thrusts forced her pleasant depths open again and again, her juices pooling around him and leaking out onto her tail and his sheath. Her body was demanding release, his body was pleading to release. They locked lips in a fierce, wild kiss brimming with love and lust, rapidly tossing elements back and forth as their tongues fought madly with each other, Spyro grinding his hips harder and faster as their pleasure began flooding their minds. With a loud, air-shaking roar Spyro hilted himself completely in her, even pushing past her cervix into her hungry womb and making her cry out in bliss as they were both hurtled into a realm of pure, intense pleasure, their bodies violently shuddering as Spyro finally ejaculated in her, filling her inner sanctuary with thick ropes of rich, hot dragon cum. He kept thrusting lightly with every heavenly pulse, feeling her cervix quivering and keeping the head of his member from slipping out as her vagina massaged his length, suckling his member like a straw and coaxing as much potent seed as her thirsty womb could ask for. With a great deal of willpower amid the pleasurable waves of bliss flowing through him, he paced his own orgasm and slowly came inside her, his whole body shuddering every time his cock throbbed and his semen quickly crept along his length to shoot fast and hard into Elsa's innermost chamber. Elsa moaned happily as he prolonged her climax, shivering in bliss as every blast of his heavenly maleness splashed deliciously against her inner walls, coating them with his hot, thick white confirmation of love and soothing her desires with his rich, white cream. Elsa squealed under him, thrashing under his weight as pleasure overloaded her as her rear sensually massaged Spyro's fulfilling girth. She used her cervix to help Spyro draw out his orgasm as long as possible, clenching her wonderfully tight and warm breeding passage around his pulsating endowment hard enough to hold back his cum every time he pulled back lightly, then relaxing herself as he thrust forward, both of them moaning lustfully as his pent-up ejaculate sprang from his member in thick, long ropes of pleasure. Elsa's rhythmical tightening spurred Spyro into another climax, prolonging his ejaculation and letting him fill the lovely, Elsa even more with his rich sperm. She was in heaven, loving how long he was able to go as she continued to tighten around his dragonhood, then relieve her inner thirst with hot waves of his love the instant she relaxed enough for his cum to escape its detainment in his wonderful masculine organ as it perfectly stretched her vagina. For a good three minutes they kept this up, pacing his ejaculation and relaxing in a wonderful mix of afterglow and orgasm, both of them shivering in bliss with every pleasurable eruption of hot, thick dragon seed delivered straight to her eager womb, saturating her insides with his love until his climax was spent.

Elsa's sore legs finally gave out and she grunted as Spyro collapsed on top of her, both of them murring to each other as they basked in a wonderful, bone-deep afterglow with his dragonhood still held in her lower embrace. Spyro finally lifted his head and slowly, lovingly licked her neck while his paws found her shoulders and gently rubbed her soft scales, Cynder practically melting under him in delight and satisfaction as he tended to her every desire. She murred and lay her head on the soft rug, closing her eyes with a content smile as he used his claws to gently scratch her in just the right places. He sat up a bit and lightly raked his claws along her back, making her stretch under him with a delighted moan; it was like having a really bad itch finally soothed, but all along her back. Spyro smiled and hunched over, bringing his paws under her and gently scratching her full belly and then slowly drawing his paws back to play with her clit, nibbling on her spine affectionately just behind her wing-shoulders. Finally he lay down on her back again, laying his head by her neck and his paws on her forelegs. A pleased rumble came from her throat as she tilted her head against his, his neck fitting between her cheek-horns. She sighed again and closed her eyes.