You thought this fic was gone. And my first actual (somewhat, a lemon) fanfic would never be completed.
BUT IT WAS ME, DIO.
And I have managed. Tada, a conclusion to this long and two-year-overdue fic since it's beginning. I'll ramble after, so ENJOY.
Chapter 6: Hard Wood to Kindle
From beyond the horizon of the lands, a ball of light slowly rolled up the hills. Its sunny rays slowly illuminated Dragon Village, starting from the lower houses, and only halfway up the staircase to the higher homes. A breeze swept across the stone steps and brushed along each of the walls and open windows, curtains fanning in the air gently.
Higher above, on the second story, the winds slid past the curtains over a thick, amethyst lump upon a bed nest. Two tails jutted from the lump – a crimson with a triangle tip dangling lazily off the nest, meanwhile the other rested peacefully with a light curl of the tail. The red tail quivered lightly with the waking wind; the lump began to rustle briefly, followed with a clatter of teeth.
The cooling air persisted more, with the red tail to eventually flick against the bed. The purple sheet wrinkled inwards, clutched and pulled to the side for a mere head of a red fire dragon to poke out. He his muzzle lazily before his body rolled from the bed reluctantly.
"Yee-owch!" he yelped, eyes flipped open to the ceiling from his thud, and moved a foreleg to cover the light. One digit of his paw brushed a hint of sand from his eye, and slowly he realized morning was coming. His fangs lightly clenched with a growl. With a crack of some joints and briefly dusting himself off, the dragon set out for the door.
"Mmmhmm… Flaaaaaame…" murmured a slumbering voice. The pink tail of the lump lightly swayed peacefully. His attention shifted away from the door only to step beside the lump he had left. Two claws of his pinched the sheet to pull just enough: a beautiful pair of horns in the light.
"Oh, Ember, Ember, Ember…" he muttered under his breath. A smile cracked upon his draw maw. The lover continued to pull the sheet gently to expose the rosy scales of her shoulder. At last, a jolt swept his body..
HOT CHOCOLATE. HOT CHOCOLATE, he suddenly recalled tossing the blanket hastily over Ember's horns. I should give that girl a hot chocolate. Dragonesses would love hot chocolate, Flame continued to replay the thought through his head descending down the staircase of his home down to his kitchen. It was adorned with humble linings of crystal along the iron stove and furnace, as well as various cooking apparatuses. "Er… How did mom and dad teach me right again?" he wondered, holding blocks of cooking chocolates and a sealed bucket of water between his wings. A metal pot rattled and wobbled between his horns picking up things.
The pink dragoness continued to stir from the nest upstairs to continue mumbling incoherently. The blanket slid off her bare body with a shiver running up her tail to her underbelly. A sky blue eye poked open with an curious peep emitted from her throat. "Flamie?" she called out rolling on her underbelly. Her snout slid under the blanket to cast aside, and sniff at the fairly fresh dent of their straw and hay-filled nest cushion. A light frown was ready to curve at the edge of her muzzle, until a few footsteps sounded louder from the open door. She remained silent, and pulled the cover over her. Was it his parents, finding out if they had slept together?
A strong, distinct scent of cocoa emitted from the dimly lit room with only slivers of light from the window to see with. Within one band of light, she could make out the dragon. One silent whiff, and she poked her head from the blanket. She was covered from head to toe, save for her tail swaying eagerly for the approaching dragon.
A steaming cup centered on a saucer before her eyes. The aroma of a warm chocolate enticed her to take it within her forepaws. That familiar musky scent, and what she recalled last night; she then looked up.
"Rise and shine, sunshine!" cheerily spoke her fire mate – with a few splotches of chocolate and drips of water on his cheek and chest. Besides the mess, her eyes enamored to the ruby irises of his. With a light slurp of the drink and resting it on a night table, the dragoness tossed herself towards her fiery companion. A brief nuzzle was shared, followed by the pink dragoness to tenderly kiss Flame. He was initially surprised from the lack of words, but yielded to savor it with a foreleg to wrap around her below the wing joints.
"H-Hey, Flame! Slow down!"
"Nope, just another jump! It's easy!"
"That's most certainly NOT easy – I could fall."
The pink dragoness clung for dear life on a thick tree branch. Her body clutched tightly a thick tree branch on one of the many trees lining the roads and walkways of Dragon Village. The trees followed the routes connecting to various neighborhoods and villages much like their own home, bringing a lively color to their neighborhood.
"Come on, Flame. I really can fall if this is too much of a jump!" she whined aloud, looking ahead with Flame's head poking out of a tuft of orchids from the tree ahead of her.
"Wings?" he called out, tilting his head. "You can use them, but that's hatchlings play." he tsked, amused with a smug grin. "That makes it too easy."
The pink dragoness peeped to the ground below. She felt sick to her gut, clenching claws at the bark. "Too easy? If I miss, this'll leave a mark. And if I fly, then I'll look like a hatchling to you."
The crimson dragon snickered with mischief, "Do neither, and you're chicken. A step below the latter."
Ember's gaze met the skies, avoiding any look below. And slowly recomposed herself on the branches. Flame continued. "It's a fun game me and my friends do often. I've had my fair share of falls, but it's a slap in the wrist. You'll like it, trust me; I've done it tons of times."
"And I've done it never!"
"And so you'll learn. Maybe not do daredevil stuff like diving down a waterfall with tricks. You know I like other things than the simple cuddle and more." The pink dragoness listened, only to huff a puff of smoke in disgust. With a paw on her ruby brace – and a prayer for the skies to hear– she moved to the thick body of the tree where the branches grew from. Her eyes squinted to study her own branch, and how much to hop for the next tree.
"A hop…" she murmured to herself. "Skiiip…" The branch wobbled with her brief ascension, picking some speed. "And a juuump!" Her hind paws pressed, and rocketed the dragoness to the air briefly.
"That's the spirit! You're really close."
Ember flipped one eye open, only to catch Flame up close.
"Too close!"
The lovers collided within the thick brush of leaves. The tree shook rigorously with petals fluttering all directions. Soon enough, the crash ended: Ember was upside down against the tree. Meanwhile, the dragon was dangling off a branch ahead, dazed from the impact.
His tongue slurred, dangling. "Errrgh… in the swamp… tag… would be a better option…" The pink dragoness pulled herself up, seeing two Flame's on the branch.
"Swamps are gr-gross… Get up, you d-…d-dork." she grumbled looking to Flame and a double in her vision. She dizzily stumbled to the wrong one, plopping to the floor. A mere several inches from the trunk down to the moist dirt with a softer impact.
The fire dragon pinched his snout, and attempted to stand only to fall over Ember. "Perhaps later… This is a bit much. Is waterfall diving out of the question, though?" he mumbled.
A light beating of wings sounded several steps away from the mess. It was a purple dragon with longer, yellow horns came into Flame's view as the dragon looked down to him, and then to Ember. He cleared his throat, "I saw everything. I don't think I should ask." he spoke, puzzled.
The pink dragoness turned her head to recognize the fellow, and immediately hopped up to meet his eye. "Sp-Spyro?" she gasped in delight, "You've been busy, and-and –" she took a breath, and recollected herself. "What brings you here? Did you finish your adventures yet?"
The purple dragon scratched his horn, "Eh, no. Not quite. Actually, far from it. I'm just here to deliver a letter." Spyro answered plainly, taking a step back to anticipate any fervor she would exhibit. He pulled out a rolled letter with a bronze seal. "From Cliff Town. From a… Bandit.
Flame craned his head. "Bandit? A bandit? Sounds like a crook." he interjected upon dusting himself to stand beside Ember. The pink dragoness' expression faltered. "Did you say Bandit? And he's of Cliff Town?" she wondered, disheartened.
The purple dragon nodded, "I'm just a messenger, and I've got a schedule. This better be worth a scintillating crystal, than some measly 100 gems." he added. "Mmhmm, hmm, Fortuity crystal, maybe?..."
Ember then took the letter between her fangs, and appeared unsure before Flame. He placed a paw on her back to comfort her.
"Oh yeah, before I forget. Bandit requested a letter back. ASAP, preferably right now after you read it." the hero continued, offering a paper with a quill and petite bottle of ink fluid for Flame to hold. "If you need me, I'll be over there. Got to catch up in my sleep, traveling Dragon Realms left and right; just nudge me when you're done." Spyro finished, moving away to the side.
The pink dragoness slit the seal with a claw, and unrolled the paper to read, sitting against the tree. Her fiery companion sat beside her, reading along as she hardly minded but focused in the words:
Ember. My lovely… well, I have no right to say that anymore, do I? Considering you have yet to write back from my previous apology from that very day, I should not have been naïve to think we could have sorted this divide between us as easily and peacefully. I would like to re-address what happened.
That night when you came, the lady was seducing me. A bit roughly, if you ask me – considering she threatened me. There was a lethal dark crystal dagger under the pillow. I hardly anticipated your entry so early for our date as she feigned being sick to try and gain my favor in love, when my heart had belonged to you. Having found out it was all empty threats, and it was all an act with fake weaponry, I was duped.
Now, I remain loveless having been so careless. This was a terrible misunderstanding, and even those grieving months of your's, I was played the fool in the end. And to which, I cannot express my deepest sentiments through letter…
"But I can with Spyro's aid." came a more matured voice, followed with a light clanging of metal. A familiar starry buckle, and a sleek, flatter cowboy hat. In his hands were a torn bandana, which made Ember's eyes light up.
"She explained her ploy to discourage when you had ran: have some of Cliff Town's residents spy and even watch this encounter. It was a devious plan, more so perfect as you came unaware of the whole ruse. Nights after this public disgrace, I attempted to return to your home in Dragon Village, however she knew rogues ready to prevent my journey. To hinder me, or worse. Each attempt was futile.
"Being a disgrace even at home, all I wished to pass just one parting gift. If anything would bring me greater joy that day, it would have been delivering this token to recover even a fraction of our fond friendship. Alas, torn and left wherever I last ran back home in shame." Bandit continued, his ears drooping from guilt.
The pink dragoness turned her head, still doubtful of her faithful armadillo back then. And shook her head, speechless. Flame nudged her with his snout, and looked up to Bandit. "To think you were absolutely horrible. You're… not? Nor are you a bandit like a few bad guys?" he asked to him.
Bandit shook his head. "I am Bandit. Not a bandit, like the dirge who whom loathed me, and others who had prevented my journey. In Cliff Town, armadillos resent amorous and romantic relationships with other species, most especially dragons."
"Dragons too think like that too. Ember was looked with weird faces – g-guilty as charged myself too – upon hearing this relationship. But no one was ever that aggressive."
"Cliff Town is both beautiful and dangerous. While we have our share of Gnorcs and even shadows in the past, foreign creatures have given us a bad taste. From the Red to the Sorceror years ago, I expected more ridicule with my time with Ember-"
"And instead you were preyed on in a clever trap." Ember mentioned, standing up to meet Armadillo's own gaze once more. "But why didn't you tell me? I knew there's hostility in difference, but you never mentioned our affections would be xenophobic to possibly endangering us."
Bandit drew a long breath, and offered the torn red bandana to the dragoness. "Because I was certain eventually it would be forgiven. Having made peace with dragons, multi-species relationships would be accepted. When it would happen, I was certain we would be safe together."
The pink dragoness' eyes were that of shock and a slow admiration. She reached for the bandana, and Bandit simply tied it to her golden brace, folding it to shape a heart.
Flame continued to ask, "And who was this lady? You hardly wrote nor even told us which armadillo rogue had done this-"
"A dragoness, as vicious and deceitful as the rogues themselves. Of Dragon Village, of Artisans – the Celestial Isles – I haven't an idea." Flame held his tongue, surprised. Perhaps the very same aggression is exhibited in their kind, and neither did they know.
Ember sniffled, "I can't believe this. A dragoness? It can have been anyone even in Dragon Village… And our lives were threatened?"
Bandit snapped his fingers. "Precisely. All this was never in bad intentions. I only managed to come here with Spyro's aid; I followed him unsuspectingly to not involve him. His heroism vanquishes evil, not delicate matters as such. On the plus side, having told the truth of my story and routing rogues into Cliff Town's jails, we've been more accepting of other species from such a travesty."
The pink dragoness cracked a smile. And couldn't help but hug both Bandit and Flame. A revival of energy filled her with his explanation and words. "You two are the absolute best. Best childhood friend, and best old lover." She admitted, looking out to the sky after releasing her grasp on the two. "Except… Well… There's another problem." She shook her head, contemplating with a hum.
Flame craned his head. "There is?"
"You're gravid with him?" Bandit deadpanned, crossing his arms. "In two months?"
The pink dragoness placed a rosy paw over her cheek. And leaned in to whisper to Bandits ear. After some hushed whispers, the armadillo's ears both erected tall and proud, wide-eyed.
"Ember! You absolutely cannot be serious! In TWO months?"
She then nodded, sheepishly laughing. "Flame is my best friend. And… I'm not ready for an egg yet. Nor will I be having one anytime soon, but… well… we've recently enacted the very same acts we both had shared earlier on. Confessing love from the outside and to the bed. Now you're both at par!"
The fire dragon raised two paws to clutch at his head. Ember truly done the same acts with Bandit, and their personal affections had more likely occurred from the whole misunderstanding.
"Well, it is mating season's early beginning. I had gotten a… a liiiittle, bit heated? And Flame was just as sweet as you. Or better." She spoke with a sly wink to the fire dragon. Bandit slowly reached to his belt, fingers on a slingshot.
"The better question is how to decide…" she wondered. Her tongue grazed her muzzle with thought, and moved up to the trunk of the tree. She then surveyed the area for anyone but themselves (and Spyro, likely sawing logs to the side), and raised her slender tail. The heart-shaped tip of her tail brushed along her lower underbelly to part the lips of her slit. The little dragoness presented herself to the two contenders with her hips to swerve – their hearts beating from the sight of it, in a lucky morning – in public, of all places.
A naughty giggle escaped her muzzle, "…just who can satisfy me the finest? Who knows best in 'slaying' the dragoness?" she lustily flirted, looking back to the males.
Her fleshy slit already glistened with a dewy sparkle in the light on her graceful body. The armadillo and fire dragon shared the very same expressions of surprise and confusion, staring to on another, and back to Ember. And onwards.
"It is mating season…" Flame pondered.
"And dragons can get feisty…" Bandit recalled, a finger to his mouth.
"May the best man win?"
"Let it be a gentleman's challenge for us both." They both decided with a slap of their paw and hands in a firm handshake. A spark emitted between the two – eyes burning with determination.
"Ahh- AHH!" squealed the loving dragoness, cutting short the competitors' wager. In unison, they gasped in a mix of horror and shock. "Is it too late to break a dark crystal into a wedding ring?"
Suddenly, Spyro was fully mounted right behind her, licking along the nape of her neck as she quivered with delight. "Bzzzrt, Bzzzzrt! (And Sparx too?)" buzzed a golden dragonfly prodding against her moist entry.
Ember the dragoness looked to the two males behind Spyro, his member already set and plump with pre-seminal fluid beginning to lotion her back.
"G-Guys!... Compete in private, not out here!..." she winced, biting her lip. The purple dragon sighed, pulling back and stand between the two lovers of Ember, with Sparx resting on his horn.
The pink dragoness lowered on all fours to look to her bachelors, and rolled her eyes. "J-Just for this season! I have yet to… er, decide. Call it a little treat with my rock-hard armadillo, dragon-laying best friend, and the pent-up purple dragon."
"Hah… I feel better already. Like a burning passion's just begun to fill me up." Ember continued, and guided the boys towards the same area of land she had first found Flame last night. It would be a moment of intense passion all over again, but to treat herself, taking advantage of the moment now.
"I'm on fire! Look at me now, guys. Like a new girl, a new fire! Here I am, re-kindled like a bonfire to get that strut in my step back." The dragoness lowered herself on her back on a soft patch of grass, and looked to her suitors. Their members were already present, looming closer before her eyes one by one. Erect, plump, and with knots and drops of precum seeping from the sight of the lovely, seductive form of Ember herself.
And so she longingly licked her muzzle, with one final message before the fun would begin.
"My body is ready."
Aaaaand, time. Before I forget, READ. RATE. AND REVIEW. That ol' R&R thing, which of the three above you have finished.
Now, this chapter honestly took… three days. And I'm able to still study and carry on my day. And get a pal to help look over it. Which begs the question even to myself: why don't I write this quickly, or as efficiently?
Cheers in hoping this continues. Citrus lemonade goodness to come another time, but time for some family-friendly or epic fics to come. So do stay tuned.
Lastly, I am reviving my forum, "Legends Never Die" in the Spyro Forum listing. We can use some new members, so if you're itching for some roleplay do come over. We won't bite, promise.
I'm especially proud to have finished, believe me. So, arrivederci. Until the next time we meet, chao!