On a balmy beautiful beach, the ocean waves scuttling across the sands with a rich cyan hue.  The waters were bright beneath the sun, sparkling like champagne with the cool refreshing breeze of a a sou'westerly wind.  On an island far from anywhere, a large observatory stood upon a mountain covered in rich green forests that rose above the beach, a towering white dome with telescopes in every direction.
The centre of the island was a lush tropical land of palm trees and ferns, surrounded by the golden beach in a long shape.  Two creatures ran across the sands, one hopping with giant feet, the other charging ahead with dainty hooves digging beneath.
	"BET YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!" cried one.
	"KEEP RUNNIN', MAKE IT EASIER FER ME WHEN YOU TIRE YERSELF OUT!"
	"HAH, NO CHANCE DORKAROO!"
The one running ahead was a fawn in a green dress resembling leaves, a sweet young pixie of a doe with soft cream-white face and russet brown hairs down her back.  The other thumping behind was a kangaroo, with small body and enormous feet punching the sand in great clumps that scattered across her beige shirt.
Bouncing with her fiery-red hair springing behind, the wallaby kept a steady pace behind her rival who charged ahead.  The end of the race was in sight, the line in the sand they had dug at the start of their island-long track as her lungs burned with nearing fatigue.  She felt her legs throbbing at the end of their rope, thunking her hooves deeper into the dirt as she lurched forwards to try and keep running.
Then she realised her mistake.  Thumping closer behind was the roo, who kept a steady regular pace without overexerting herself, largely because it was hard to "run" as a kangaroo without just jumping faster forwards.  She managed to overtake the fawn at the last few feet, jumping over the line and whooping with a high bounce.
	"HOOHOOO, YAH, VICTORY GOES TO SHEILA!"
	"AWWW!" the doe slumped into the sand.  "I was WINNING!"
	"Shoulda paced yerself Elora," Sheila crossed her arms with a smirk, "running fast is good fer a short race, but not the long-haul."
	"Yeaaah, you're right," said the fawn rolling onto her back, "not many can keep up with me, just you an' Spyro really."
	"Wot about Hunter?" the wallaby sat down beside her.
	"Nah, he's fast but he has no stamina, he'd be useless in a marathon."
	"Mmmm, yeah, but how is he in bed?"
	"Sh-SHEILA!" Elora shot up.  "Come on don't be rude!"
	"I'm just joshin' ya mate," the roo punched her arm, "he only got eyes fer that rabbit who pulled herself out of a hat."
	"Yeaaaah...I'm glad they're together, someone needs to keep an eye on him, besides me that is."
	"You already got yer hands full with Spyro anyways...speakin' of the li'l wallah, shouldn't he be back by now?"
	"Mmmm, you know what he's like," Elora put her hands behind her head, "always running off on some adventure, that's how he met us right?"
	"Too right," Sheila cackled, "professor's gonna chew 'im out for not getting back soon enough, waltzin' around in sum other sky thinkin' he's top of the world!"
	"What you think it's like to fly?  Is it hard, or is it really easy to just glide on the wind?"
	"Mmmm, I think it's like snowboardin' in the Alps, feels real dangerous but yer in control always, then you hit the ramp an' you go flying through the sky.  It's beautiful, for just a few seconds you feel the world is just...carrying you up on its wings, floatin' above...then you start to fall, the rug's ripped out from under you...and then you hit somebody's roof, and break two of their chairs in half."
	"Snrrkhehehehee, you're silly Sheila," Elora grinned, "but that sounds pretty great."
	"Hang on!" Sheila jabbed her chest.  "Didn't you ride them pterodactyls in the badlands?"
	"Well, yeah, but it's different when you're flying yourself instead of on someone else's back."
	"Hunter's got a whole buncha stuff, I seen him show off his wingpack to Bianca."
	"Wait, he told me he lost it!" the fawn gasped looking at her.
	"Nope he wuz using it two weeks back."
	"And he DIDN'T tell me, he knows I love that thing!"
Suddenly the wind stopped.  The ocean held its breath as the waves slowly receded.  An aura of disquiet crept through both of them as they flicked their ears in all directions.  Standing up with fists at the ready, they put their backs to each other and stared across the sands.  Silence.  Not even the birds cried from above, which made the explosion all the more deafening as they fell with a scream.
Something erupted from the laboratory, a vile plume of black smoke coiled to the sky as they rushed straight for the top.  Climbing through the jungle and ascending the slopes, the entrance was suffocatingly hot, their eyes burning with tears through the smog until it cleared enough through the many cracks in the roof.
	"PROFESSOR?!  PROFESSOR ARE YOU HERE?!"
There was no response.  The lab was in ruins, ther windows cracked and the screens flickering with random computations as they searched around for the missing scientist.  A large podium of steel was in the centre of the room, clawmarks scraped across it as the sun glinted down from above.
	"What happened?" gasped Elora.
	"I dunno," Sheila muttered, "keep yer eyes peeled, sumthin's not right."
With shards of steel beams falling from the roof, they wandered carefully through the debris, searching high and low but there was nary a trace of the short spectacled professor.  In the back of the lab, between tables crunched together, the sound of glass crackling underfoot alerted them as they braced for an attack.
	"WHO'S THERE?!" Sheila shouted.  "COME OUT, OR I'LL KICK YOU OUT TO SEA!"
	"...hello?"
A voice familiar came rippling from the dark.
	"I'm just...visiting."
	"...Spyro?"
In the shadows of the rubble, they saw a horned reptilian face with a pair of wings reaching out back.  Their minds immediately recognised him, but on a secondary look there were one or two things a little off.  A paling of the horns, and burning eyes of violet that traced flickering flames with every moment of his head.
	"What happened?" Elora hurried close.  "Spyro you...you look different, is everything okay?"
	"I...I gotta get back."
	"Are you sick?  What's wrong, can you see me?"
	"Real lonely...out here."
	"Elora?" Sheila called keeping away.  "How 'bout you get to the Avalar portal, I'll keep Spyro safe."
	"What, are you sure?" the fawn looked back.
	"Yeaaah he'll be fine with me, you know herbs better than-LOOK OUT!"
The face of Spyro lunged out of the dark and grabbed Elora, a black arm with beige stone and wicked claws of white pulling her in as Sheila rushed forth with a driving kick.  The rubble exploded when she slammed both feet into the depths, breaking the creature's cover as it stood tall with the fawn in its claws.
	"Wha...wot in the realms are you?"
Shock covered her face at the four-legged beast, a cruel reptilian with the flesh of a mountain slope, a pale underbelly that she tried to attack.  Hurling Elora towards her, the monster circled like a predator with trails of fiery purple from its eyes that rippled lines of power across its horned head, a frightening beast that was twice the height of the girls when it stood bipedal.
The long serpentine tail swished with a cruel blade that stabbed towards the two girls, who dodged out its path before the kangaroo came launching forth with another kick to the head.  The entity suddenly became a phantom, shifting out of one reality as Sheila's feet went straight through into the wall behind, backflipping off to try and slam down on the back of its head.
But the monster had sensed her intent, turning fast with one claw slipping back into material form to grab her tail and slam her down to the floor with a crunch.  The wallaby cried and rolled herself away, as Elora came rushing with a steel pipe in her hand.
	"WHAT ARE YOU?!  WHERE'S SPYRO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?!"
	"I'm not hhhhhhere...to make trouble," the creature spoke in his voice, "please, s-stop, stop...sssstop."
	"Did...d-did he eat him, why's he talking like him?!"
	"He's sum kinda mimic," scoffed Sheila, "I seen birds do that sorta thing, don't let 'im fool ya!"
The kangaroo went to one side to try and distract the entity, its tail sweeping out like a harpoon to stab for her chest as she bounced up high avoiding.  Elora took this chance to come at it with the pipe, swinging with all her might to crack against its leg but it barely responded from its hardened carapace.
Looking down at the fawn who trembled slightly, it countered Sheila from above with a whirling slap of its deadly tail, knocking her aside mid-air with the wicked speartip slashing her leg as she cried out, and crunched against the wall.
	"SHEILAAA!"
	"G-GET BACK!" the roo cried.
Blocking the beastly slash with her pipe, Elora dodgerolled to try and strike its foot in a feeble resistance.  But the entity smiled with a cruel curious gleam as its tail reached out, and wrapped round her leg in a hard pull.
	"Are you...d-done, yet?"
	"N-NNNGH, GET OFF, GET OFF OF ME!"
	"Get OFF me, get OFF me...get...offfff, weirdoooo."
The smile it gave was so horribly familiar as tears filled her eyes, her pipe striking its head feebly before it grabbed the steel length and snapped it in half with its claws.  The monster sniffed across her body, a chittering sound like a dozen modems screeching quietly from its throat as a long pink tongue flicked across her face.
Sheila tried to limp close, grabbing a rock and hurling at its eye to briefly blind it in a snarling hiss towards her.  Bracing herself for another attack, the kangaroo jumped sideways on her good leg when the entity slashed for her head, grabbing half of the broken pipe and tossing it like a spear for its head before running for Elora.
But the creature reared back and slammed its foot in her gut, knocking her down and trapping her underneath in a hard crush that strained her ribs against her beating heart.
	"I'm not here t-to make...trouble," the creature said in Spyro's voice, "Let me out, let...me out."
	"GET OFF!" the wallaby screamed.  "WHERE'S SPYRO, WOT YOU DONE TO 'IM?!"
	"LET US GO!" Elora kicked in its tail's grasp.  "WE'RE NOT FOOD!"
	"LET ME OUUUUUT!"
From her view on the floor, Sheila saw a most terrible thing emerge from between its legs.  A large bulbous shaft thickening from a slit, a prominent diamond-shaped head and a thick gourd base that creaked with strength.  Tendrils started to pour out from its mouth, black and sinuous binary that crackled and sparked around Elora's face and pulled at her fur with static cling.
	"Wh-what, what are you, what are you doing, g-get off, GET OFF ME!"
The creature made a strange laugh, like Spyro's own if it came from a record player.  The black tentacles twisted around her body, moulding into a thick rubbery binding that swarmed her fur with the tightness of a latex suit.  Sheila was entombed in the same, their heads and crotches left exposed as the black essence began devouring their clothes.
	"Whatsit doing?!" shouted Sheila.
	"I don't know!" Elora cried.  "But I don't think it wants to be our friend!"
	"Uhhh, well not the kinda friend we want from him."
	"Get off," whispered the beast a dozen times, "get me off, me...off."
His smile grew wider, like a plant mimicking a human as he placed Elora down next to Sheila once they were restrained.  The black tentacled ooze had become hard and leathery, tight and suffocating as they struggled in its bindings before the entity walked over on top of Sheila first, sensing her the more dangerous one.
	"Wanna be...a paaaal?"
	"GET YER FILTHY PAWS OFF ME!" the roo shouted fidgeting.  "TOUCH ME AN' I'LL BREAK YER SKULL IN HALF!"
	"I...don't wanna...die."  Its shaft pulsed above with dripping white down her back.  "I don't...die."
	"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" the fawn screamed.  "GET LOST, S-SOMEBODY, SOMEONE HELP!"
But there was no one left on the island, none but them and the alien who pulled them both towards its thick throbbing member.  Grand and pulsing, big enough they couldn't wrap their hand round it, the entity forced their heads against it as the longer they resisted, the tighter its claws became with a slow piercing creak into their skulls.
Shuddering from the growing pain, the fawn and the roo gasped with whimpering tears as the claws gently started to peel the flesh from their scalps, the tightening of its grip threatening to crack their heads as a trembling pressure grew in their heads.
	"Let me out," the beast snarled, "must be...lonely, out here."
	"Y-you're...you'e sick," snarled Sheila.
	"You kill?  That thing?  Take me on, you better not MISS!"
	"A-AAAAAAARGH!"
	"S-STOP IT, STOP IIIT!"
Sheila's eyes started to bulge from the pressure, hearing the tiniest crack pierce into the back of her cranium as Elora started licking across the thick meaty cock.
	"I-I'LL DO IT, OKAY I'LL DO IT, WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL HER!"
	"Kill...thing?"  The entity looked between them.  "Be a paaaal, please?"
The strange politeness in its request was more terrifying than anything they had heard.  Not just for how strange it was to hear Spyro's voice so apologetic, but also it was the moment the girls realised that this creature wasn't just parroting words that it picked up.  It understood what the words meant.
Softening its grip on Sheila's head, it nodded towards her when Elora did the same, the fawn licking across the thick length with its bulbous ridges that throbbed under their warm tongues.  The kangaroo was surprised by how similar it tasted to other males, despite this creature's otherworldly origin.  And yet, there was a subtle flavour of bedrock, obsidian, and entropy which was similar to cave dust.
Their tongues pleasured the beast, dragging long licks up and down the pulsing obelisk as the creature sighed with a terrible shudder.  Elora winced with a sickening feeling, not just from her situation, but also how even its breaths sounded like Spyro's when she closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was him.
Sheila did the same, even though she herself had never done anything with him.  But then the wallaby had second thoughts, wondering if this creature was expecting them to do just that for the sake of replacing Spyro in this world.  She tried to look over to Elora, their arms bound too tight as the alien kept a hold of their heads.
	"E-elora," she gasped, "don't, don't ignore 'im, don't think he's Spyro!"
	"Wh-what?" the doe whimpered.
	"We can't let it win!  It's trying to replace Spyro, I'm sure of it!"
	"Haaah, a-aaah, what do we do?"
	"Just...keep it satisfied but remember wot it is."
	"Do what you waaaaant," the creature sang, "don't wanna diiiiie."
Slurping up and down, the girls sucked and nummed on the thickening flesh, which started to drool down globs of pre that they ended up tasting.  Hot and sticky cream dripped on their noses, until the monster pushed its massive meat down to Elora's face and opened her mouth with its claws.  Testing the tightness of her throat, the creature stuffed as deep as it could until she choked.
A shivering smile came across its snout, pumping her gullet as Sheila kept licking around the base to try and satiate its needs.  Once it had a good feel for the fawn's throat, it pulled out and gave Sheila the same as she was choked full of cock.  Her eyes rolled up briefly as she tried to control her breathing, gulping and gurgling with a soft wheezing sound that excited the fiend.
The doe kept sucking on the base as her friend was forced to deepthroat as far as she could, tears trickling out her eyes as her neck bloated with the bulging texture of its monstrous spear.  The taste of precum thickened on her tongue, her struggling sounds of swallowing only further exciting the monster as it started slapping its powerful thighs against her face.  Her cheeks turned bluer and she suffocated with each hilt until it was ready.
	"You the only...one here?"
The alien grabbed her head and turned her round to see her behind.
	"Let's...make trouble."
	"A-AAAH!"
Grinding its thick member under Sheila's tail, it felt for her cunt and pushed inside much to the wallaby's screams as she tried to kick with a wounded leg in her restraints.  Stretching her wide, the monster shivered with a blissful pant, eyes turning a deep rose with arousal as it bucked its hips.
Taking its time, the creature pushed slowly inside as if savouring the feel of her tight rippling depths, her gasping cries exciting the entity with a dozen gasps rippling through its throat.  The walls of the kangaroo's pussy struggled to take the invading meat, her folds opening up with a whimpering snarl as her thighs trembled, with tears trickling out her eyes.
	"S-stop...haaah, s-stop it, STOP, GET OFF MEEEE!"
	"SHEILA!" Elora whimpered.  "Sheila hang in there, don't submit!"
	"GUH, h-he, he's-A-AAAGH, AAAAAAGH!"
Her shrieks became louder as her cunt stretched to its limit, feeling the smallest tears of her muscle that the creature simply raked through, stabbing her with its blunt thick length in a pumping motion.  Once her folds were less difficult and more pliable, the monster hunched over her with a rancid breath that tasted like cold dreams and filaments.
Her shock and fear increased when she felt it pressing towards her womb.  Sheila had never felt anyone this deep, a horrible violation as it pushed on her cervix and stretched it open with a sharp shriek.  Her belly bloated slightly, as the reptilian beast shuddered with a twisted version of Spyro's laugh, stuttering in its lust as it pulled back slowly to start thrusting in rhythm.
	"Don't...be a weirdo."
	"A-AAAGH!  HAAARGH!  S-STOP IT, YOU FREAK!"
	"STOP HURTING HER!" Elora sobbed.  "PLEASE, WE CAN'T...w-we can't even breed with you, that's not how it works!"
	"Don't...s-stop."  The entity turned to her with a lewd grin.  "Don't wanna die?  Get off."
	"Wh-wha...what?"
The creeping of doubt came in her eyes with the voice of the beast.  Whether it was the fact it mimicked Spyro so well, albeit in a nastier tone, or the fact it was so confident in its raping of her friend, she was starting to realise that this wasn't just a creature of lust.  It wanted both of them, not just the one, and instead of leaving the lab it had waited for them to lure with its voice.
Elora had known many beasts in her life, tamed plenty and befriended more.  But this creature was intelligent, its eyes brimming with particular needs and its words pointed enough to understand.  Even more strange, Elora noted every time she looked at its face, it had a different expression in its twitching lips, like shifting from one persona to another.  Sometimes she saw Spyro, faintly for a moment, before he was lost again in the sea of its soul.
Sheila didn't notice, her face pressed into the floor with her rear hiked up, impaled on the meaty length that ravaged her insides and punched her womb with deep spasms.  And yet the monster was careful, patient, never going too deep to cause grievous harm, only enough to make it hurt and subjugate its prey.
Her strength slipped away as the roo sobbed with tears, claws digging against her chest still tightly wrapped in the black mould restraints as she shivered from each thrust.  The vile entity's hips clapped against her, hard stony legs scraping on her fur as she grinded her teeth to resist the pain.
	"I-it's okay, it's okay Sheila," whispered Elora, "just...it'll be over soon, it'll stop eventually."
	"NNNGH, n-nnngh, I know, hnnngh, a-aaagh...E-elora...please."
	"I'm here...don't worry, I'm here, I'm not leaving you."
	"I-if we...if we get out alive...d-don't tell anyone.  Please."
The look on her face was desperate, shaking through her body with a frantic need.  She was turning wet against her will, the natural drip of lubricants smearing across her rapist's shaft, the scent of her forced heat thickening in its nostrils with a shuddering spurt of pre from its cock.
Every throb of thicker pre made Sheila feel more disgusted, tightening her legs in a whole cringe of her form from the welling heat in her womb.  The fawn nodded in a mutual understanding, an unfortunate one as the beast used the kangaroo to its whim.  A puddle formed beneath, turning thicker with every thwap of its thighs causing the floor to shake from its brutal strength.
Finally it would cum, the roo screaming with shame when her body submitted to its desire and came with it in turn.  Her cunt would gush with both her jizz and the beast's, mixing together into one wretched soup.  A quiet horror trickled down the back of her mind, knowing somewhere, somehow, that the monster's seed had invaded her.
She hung her head in shame, gasping back tears as an evil warmth spread to her ovaries, black ghastly eels breaching her eggs and gangraping as many as they could with such pinpoint precision, that her fate was sealed the moment he came.  Thousands of tiny serpents wrapped round her eggs and claimed them in their new nest.
	"Anyone...there?"
The monstrous entity pulled out with a thick sloppy drench.
	"Let me out...not miss."
	"H-hoh no," the fawn whimpered, "S-spyro, SPYRO PLEASE HELP!"
	"Let's do this."
Its smile stretched back once again, a long lick of the tongue across its lips as the creature stepped over above the doe.  With slimy cock leaving a trail behind, it hardened up once again to press on Elora's sweet furry rump.  Her stuttering cries turned shrill as she struggled useless, panting for her hero in vain hope her voice could reach.
	"Spyro, SPYRO, SPYRO PLEASE C-COME BACK!  COME BACK, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, SPYRO, SPYRO-A-AAAAARGH, AAAAAAIIIGH!"
As she started to scream, the creature screamed with her.  Much to their horror, it sounded like Spyro's last screams or at least how they imagined he had sounded.  It was a cruel truth they had to accept, that their hero was now dead, and this thing had taken his voice, his soul, now gone into the depths of evil.
The alien tore through her pussy, spreading her legs and ripping her walls faster than it had done with Sheila.  The kangaroo could barely handle herself being raped, but to see the fawn suffer the same fate was a true agony.  She buried her face in the ground, but the creature pulled up her head to make her watch.
	"N-no, NO!"
	"Here to make...t-trouble.  Lonely.  Real lonely."
It bent down with its tongue licking across her cheek, snarling lustfully as it drove its hips deeper into Elora, her folds tearing open with a gasping scream as her heart beat suddenly fast.  Her cheeks parted to their fullest, the bulbous ridges opening her up until she felt the glans kiss her cervix.
Her stomach formed a bulge the shape of her new master's length, claiming her body in time as its breaths shuddered across her ear, small playful bites making her cringe with disgust.  The first dozen thrusts were the hardest to endure, flinching tears down her russet cheeks before the grinding spear had widened her enough to make it only slightly easier.
She was both tighter and looser than Sheila, tighter by her smaller body, but looser by more experience giving a perfect balance of snugness round the powerful lance spearing her depths.  The brutal smack of its hard thighs grinded Elora into the ground as she winced even harder, crying less with each thrust to try and be brave in front of her friend.
Sheila nodded to her in a mutal struggle, the kangaroo feeling her womb defiled in some small subtle way by the tender slosh of the semen in her belly.  Elora would soon feel the same, the creature pumping faster and harder as it wrapped its claws round her body and used her like a fleshlight.  With savage lust and drooling tongue licking across her ears, the entity reached the pinnacle of its breeding lust, the long tail wrapping round Sheila's neck to keep her in her place.
	"A-anyone...done yet?"
	"A-AAGH!" Elora cried.  "J-just...p-please, just finish."
	"M-make it...make it!  MAKE it."
With a proud roar the creature filled her, flooding her womb with its vile essence to the point of bulging with a soft paunch.  Hot cum dripped from her pussy, a puddle forming between her thighs as a heaving sob filled her lungs.
	"Guess you...be a pal."
The monster pulled out once it stopped cumming.
	"You...are done."
Sitting back on its haunches with tail wrapped round its legs, the Pinnacle watched in awe of its mastery over the two breeding sluts, their cunts dripping further with his throbbing dick forming a line of pale drool from Elora's snatch.

Over the course of the next few weeks, no one had heard anything from Elora, Sheila or the Professor.  The portal had been destroyed, claws gouged through the magic stones with pieces of gems shattered around its plinth.  None would come to save the girls, as they were kept well-fed and in place, in the ruins of the lab beneath their new master.
The black coccoons binding them would feed nutrients into their bodies, which suddenly became hungrier as their wombs became infested.  Something was stirring, dark and insidious, the Pinnacle circling them like a mother crocodile and giving tender licks across the swollen bumps.  The entity cooed with Spyro's words filling their ears.
Sheila tried to hold on to her sanity, staring into the beast's eyes every time it fed her some of its cockmilk.  But her belly was filling wider, her womb was turning thick with something writhing, shrieking, gasping for life as her breasts swelled within the coccoon.
Elora was the same, weeping quietly to herself and praying for the nights to come sooner so she could sleep.  She could pretend reality was a dream, and that dreams were her reality to escape the encroaching terror.
But always she woke, and always she saw something creep beneath her skin, even below the black coccoon she could feel her children slithering.  No, not her children.  Its children, its satanic spawn that they hoped at the very least would be a quick and painless birth.  But they knew it was not to be, when the time soon came, and they started to bite their mother's insides.