In the Realm of Dragons, there was no other more famous than Spyro.  The eponymous purple dragon whose legacy as a bold if not impetuous hero rang true across all the realms as a saviour, a champion, and something of a punk.  But always he was beloved with many fans from the smallest hatchlings to the ancient wyrms.  If only they knew his dirtiest of secrets, something that one hatchling would learn very soon.
	"Hey there, little guy," that beautiful grin enchanted him, "what's your name?"
	"UH, F-fyrre, mister Spyro!  Wow, I, I-i'm a big fan, you're the best hero ever, th-thank you for seeing me!"
	"Hey, no sweat," the hero patted him, "always got time for a fan, specially one as cute as you."
	"Th-thanks, sir."
The black hatchling rubbed a claw in the dirt, a tender blush crossing his scaled cheeks as two white horns glimmered above his head.  A collar wrapped round his neck with a jangling gold circle, that Spyro tapped at with a chuckle.  His luscious violet glimmered in the sun with flaming horns and mane, as his eyes roved over the sweet young fan.
	"So uh, you with anyone right now?"
	"My parents're over there," Fyrre pointed, "but I-i really wanted to meet you, you're amazing, what's your favourite food?!"
	"Hahaha, why you asking no-brainers like that?  You could ask me other stuff like uhhh, how do I do it?  How long can I fly for, what's gnorc meat taste like?"
	"Ewwww," the boy giggled, "you eat gnorc meat, that's gross!"
	"Nah, but it's a better question than favourite food."  Spyro poked his tongue.  "So what you like about me?"
	"EVERYTHING!" Fyrre bounced.  "How you beat up the bad guys and do cool rolls, torchin' their butts an', an', RACING TROLLEYS AN' SURFBOARDS!"
	"S'all in the wrist," he rolled his paw, "but yanno you could do it too, anyone can with the right training.  You got time to hang with me?"
	"Really?!  C-can I hang with you, that'd be awesome, can ya teach me stuff?!"
	"Yep, and yep," Spyro wrapped his wing round the boy, "let's get some privacy first, don't wanna get interrupted when I'm in the flow."
The hero was at least two feet taller than his fan, marching him towards the small hedge maze in the Artisan Realm, a circular set of bushes turning concentric on each other.  Within the tall hedges, the banter of adult dragons was muffled to another world, leaving Fyrre alone with his beloved icon.
	"Alright, so," Spyro stretched his legs like a cat, "how good's your flame breath?"
	"Uhhhh, I-i can do it a little!" the hatchling burped a wispy ball.  "Scares mice pretty good!"
	"Heheh, see, you gotta work from the back of the throat, like this."  The teenager blew a thick flame across the grass.  "You gotta heave it back, like you're trying to hawk a loogie."
	"Mmmm mom says I shouldn't do that."
	"Well is she here now?" Spyro winked.  "Come on, try it."
Fyrre tried to retch back with a terrible sneer, before he spat out just an ordinary wad of spit.  He tried a few more times, searching for that weird little burn of charcoal in the back of the throat, with Spyro also demonstrating a few times.  Eventually the hatchling managed to do a bigger flame, a small spread that made him yelp from the heat.
	"H-HEY, hey I did it!"
	"Theeere ya go, see what'd I tell ya?!" Spyro patted him.  "Alright, now flying you're too young for, so I'm gonna give you another lesson.  How to use your tongue good."
	"My...tongue?" Fyrre cocked his head.
	"Yeah, dragons gotta use it for lotsa things, so I need you to just sit up by that rock."
He pointed towards a small oval-shaped boulder that the fan waddled over to, sitting up prim and eager as Spyro marched up with a growing grin.  He pressed his snout close to Fyrre whose eyes widened and his heart thumped with excitement, before the hero licked his face to make the cub squeak.
	"Wh-wha?!"
	"That's called a kiss," said the purple teen, "you can do that with anyone you really like, like me."
	"It...i-it feels weird."
	"You get used to it.  Now do this with your lips."
He puckered them up to have Fyrre mimic him, before smooching him further with a creeping tongue.  The hatchling whimpered at the odd sensation of the writhing muscle, a slimy drool thickening in his gullet as he winced at the invasive feeling and the heated breath of his hero.  He was trembling, he was confused, he didn't know what to think, the great Spyro touching him but also in a way that he could not yet comprehend.
He was sloppy and eager, lifting his front paws to pin Fyrre to the rock and smooch him deep with hungry moans.  Alarm bells rang briefly in the cub's head, but Spyro's strength was enough to keep him still as he explored all inside the youth's maw, his rising moans making the boy shiver with uncertainty.  Was this the right thing to do with someone he idolised?  Was this a normal thing for big dragons?
	"Mmmmm yeah," Spyro pulled away with a dripping maw, "that's real nice, cutie, you're a good kisser."
	"Th-thanks?" Fyre spat with a dribbling chin.  "What did I do?"
	"That's called kissing.  It's what big boys get to do with folks they love, and there's a lotta other things you can do with your mouth."
	"Um...like what, mister Spyro?"
	"See this?"  The hero pointed down between his legs.  "You ever seen a guy's dick?"
	"A...a whuh?"
Peeking downwards, Fyrre saw a throbbing stiffy emerge from the drake's crotch, a strange pulsing member he had rarely seen.
	"Whuh, what's that?" he asked.
	"When boys get real happy, their thing comes out for fun.  It means I really like you, do you like me?"
	"Yeah, I do!  I really like you!"
	"Then you should use that mouth of yours to make me even happier."  Spyro mounted the rock with Fyrre underneath.  "Go on, give it a kiss, you can lick it, suck it even."
	"B-but...wait, it's your thingy, that's...dirty."
	"Well being a hero means you gotta do a lotta weird things.  Yanno how I became a hero?  Sucking the last guy's cock and playing with it, so I get a taste of that hero power."
	"H-hero...power?" the boy looked up.
	"Oh yeah, what they didn't tell you?" the saviour looked down at him.  "You gotta get some of that hero juice in ya before you can even start being one."
	"Mmmmm...you think I could be a hero like you?"
	"Why else would I be talking to ya?  You got a gift, I can see it."
The boy's eyes shimmered with potential as he leaned down towards the shaft that tickled his nostrils with its spicy scent.  It was an odd odour, one he wasn't especially into but to be this close to Spyro, to touch him and feel his warmth was too exciting to get cold feet over.  He licked over the glans and found no real taste, the warm cubby tongue exciting the purple drake with a shudder whilst his claws gripped the stone.
	"Thaaat's it," he sighed, "good cutie, lick it up."
	"Tastes weird," Fyrre mumbled, "you sure heroes do this?"
	"All the time, all the grown-ups did this with me.  You wanna be a hero like me, you gotta learn to suck it."
	"Uh, o-okay!"
Excited by the glimpse of stardom offered, Fyrre started to suck on the shaft proper with his smaller mouth, a tight wet orifice that made Spyro pant in bliss.  It was a delightful hole, the way the tongue curled clumsily round the head and slithered down the shaft exciting him quicker than expected.  Something in the cub also got excited, a swelling of his little slit showing a peeking nail that was only 1/3rd the size of Spyro's.
Once the boy started to bob in a decent rhythm, despite his haphazard slurps and juicy clenches, Spyro shifted his back legs to steady himself.  It was also to help him start thrusting, sliding his cock into Fyrre's gullet to hear him squeak and tremble with a tickly cough.  The adolescent started slow, grinding his member into the hatchling's maw and hearing him choke a little harder.
Trapped with his head forwards, the cub tried to pull back but Spyro gripped his horn to keep him steady, facefucking him proper with a rising panic in the boy's throat.  It was a lovely sound to the hero, whose breaths quickened as he throbbed his pre into the black wyrm's maw.
	"Ohhhh yeah...th-thassit...this is what you gotta do to be a hero, don't choke too hard now."
	"M-MMMH, gl-glrrrk!"
	"Nah-uh, c'mon now, thought you were my fan, you don't wanna disappoint me, do ya?  Just keep your mouth open like you're trying to burp."
	"Mmm-mmhh, mmmmhhrrrrr..."
He swallowed the meat and closed his eyes with a slackening of his throat, letting Spyro pump his gullet with a clapping of hips that grew faster with each second.  The violet drake panted with a tightening of his claws, scraping the rock with a groan as his meat thickened fully in the cub's gullet.  Fyrre winced from the swelling, the hot throb of veins rubbing against his teeth as it fed thickening white down his cubby throat.
It did not take long for Spyro to cum, gritting his teeth with a rasp as he hilted the boy's throat and pumped him full of salty jizz.  The hatchling coughed with a sputtering choke, his head trembling with a brief panic of suffocation as he desperately kept swallowing to the point that cum was shooting out his nostrils.  He managed to get it all down once Spyro pulled out, leaving a thick web of semen that drenched down his chin.
	"KHHH, Kh-KHAAH!  Haaaah, th-that was, that-"
	"Pretty good!" the hero stepped back on all fours.  "You take cock pretty good, this your first time?!"
	"Y-yeah, khhrr...tastes bad."
	"You'll get used to it.  That was just the first test, you got another hole that'll fit good for my dick."
	"W-wait, what?" Fyrre gagged, trying to clean his tongue of jizz.  "Whaddaya mean another hole, that wuz my snout!"
	"Yeah, and stuff goes in it, like a hole."  Spyro rotated his claw.  "Turn around and lift that tail, I'm gonna show you a new trick."
	"O-okay, mister Spyro."
Fyrre presented his rear to him, his face still cringing from the sour seed as he felt Spyro sniff at his rump.  A perfect little virgin rear, black with shale underside and two holes that showed dark indigo within, one of which was producing a nice little pair of stiffies all confused at its urges.
Spyro licked his lips and smooched the base of the twin cocks, then dragged his tongue up towards that sweet puckered rim.  The cub squeaked at the alien feel of a warm tongue slipping into his rear, swirling around the rippling folds that clenched and spasmed awkwardly from the new sensations.  Fyrre clawed the ground with a tearful whimper, not upset but clearly uncomfortable by the grinding tongue digging into his depths.
	"A-AAAH!  MMMMHHH, m-mister Spyro, HA-AAAH!"
	"Nnnnngh...ohhh yeah," the hero mumbled, "you're a tight one arentcha?"
	"A-aaah, haaah, th-that feels weird!"
	"Tough it up, kid, heroes don't cry, are you a hero or a zero?"
	"Mmmmhhh...I-i wanna be a hero."
He relented and kept still, clenching at the deepening thrust of the tongue that dug into his crevices and twisted like a serpent.  Once the hero found the G-spot he would attack it thusly, stabbing with his tongue repeatedly to make Fyrre squeak and tremble all over.  The dragon teen gripped his fan's tail and sucked hard at the pucker, dribbling his drool down the taint and making the boy feel dirtier somehow.
The bated breaths and invading tongue made Fyrre cringe but also turn thick in his cock, especially when the hero slipped a paw down to stroke him off and incite his youthful needs.  The cub trembled with flickering eyes as dozens of thoughts clashed in his brain, struggling between how wrong it felt versus how wonderful his hero felt so near him.  Spyro knew all the right spots to confuse him, flicking into the walls and feeling out his most sensitive parts until Fyrre was dripping double-barrelled.  Then Spyro mounted him.
	"Whuh-HEY, wh-what are you-"
	"That was to loosen you up," the teen chuckled, "now time to see how much a hero you really are."
	"Wh-wha, are we playing?!"
	"We sure are, and if you wanna win, you have to stay still and let me put allll my hero juice inside ya."
	"In...inside me?!"
His danger senses peaked when he felt the thick length bury into his rear.  His eyes twisted up in a startling discomfort that grew into pain, a panting squeal trembling from the boy as his hole gaped wide and he struggled not to clench.  Fyrre struggled with soft hiccuping sobs as his claws dug into the dirt, feeling the strange invading heat of his hero push his virgin walls apart.
Spyro took on a different voice to how he normally heard it, that cocky-yet-noble voice melting to reveal a depraved rasp that scared him.  The grinding of his scales against the hatchling's rear made the boy stutter, moaning as a thickening swell formed in his gut from the rooting lance.  Spyro took his time, opening that sweet pucker with a twist of his hips to feel all of that luscious youth.
	"Ohhh yeah," he murmured, "nnnngh...haaah, damn I love cuties like you."
	"A-AAAAH!  N-nnnngh, i-it...it feels weird, an' sore!"
	"Suck it up, bitch.  You wanna be a hero, you gotta learn to TAKE it!"
	"A-AAAH, OWWWUH!"
Confused all the more by his idol's tone, he feared disappointment more than pain as the cub tried to swallow his pain and let him have his way.  The sound of heavy grunting filled his ears as his scaly hole was pumped wider, a horrible shiver running down his spine from the squirming spear that rubbed deeper and deeper.
Spyro would hilt eventually, regardless of how young his fan was as he licked across Fyrre's head, smothering him in kisses to confuse him with adoration.  The teenager soon hit the boy's prostate, pumping against that sweet little bud to make the cub squeal with a start as his two dark violet lengths stretched further out of his other slit.  With a glossy sheen, they dripped a drooling puddle between his legs somewhat against his will as pleasure started trickling in.
But the pain still kept it at bay, the blunt stabs of the hero's harpoon grinding hard on his walls and roughing them up with bruises that made him tremble.  His whimpering grew between the panting smooches that Spyro gave him, the cock rutting him harder with its full length that stretched the shale-grey hole to a reddish ring of pain.
The dragon hero did not care, humping fast and drilling hard to feel his cock sputter with twitching pre that glazed the hatchling's walls ever thicker with his lust.  The harder he slapped, the wetter it turned as Fyrre panted with him, his pain ebbing away bit by bit with the strange pleasure consuming his thoughts as his throbbing cub-cocks squirted harder.
	"N-NNNNGH, H-HAAAAH, YEAH!"
	"MMMMPH, M-MIS, MISTER SPYRO!"
The two cried out together as the saviour came in him, defiling his youth with a hefty gush of hot cream filling up his tummy.  Fyrre whimpered with an awful shudder, but his own members shot in turn to give him a spark of joy that corrupted his mind even further.
	"Haaaah, a-aaaah!"
	"Mmmmmm yeah," Spyro hissed, "that's a good boy...you're real good at milking my cock."
The hero flipped him over onto his back, whilst still buried inside the hatchling as they stared at each other.  Spyro kept pumping with youthful vigour, his claws scraping the dirt as Fyrre's tail swished between them, whilst his hole was beaten again with cum juicing out of his rear.  Each sudden slap the pervy drake gave, more jizz splished out of the young wyrm's rear to dribble down his tail.
	"A-aaah!  AAAH, h-haaah, m-mister Spyro, wh-whysit feel so weird?"
	"You'll get used to it," the teen slurped his face, "doesn't hurt as much now, don't it?"
	"N-no, it just uh...my thingy's all tingly and white stuff came out-"
	"That's called cum," Spyro scooped some in his claws, "go on, have a taste."
	"Mmmm, YURK!" Fyrre licked it then pulled a face.  "Taste salty!"
	"You'll get used to it.  If you get a lot of cum inside ya, you get even stronger like heroes do."
	"R-...really?"
	"Would I lie to you?" the hero grinned wide.  "You wanna be big and strong?, dontcha?"
	"M-mmmm...mmhmm."
The black dragon blushed when he was given a smooch, and nodded to let himself be fucked further.  Spyro pounded even harder, squirting drops of white around his dick with each clap of their thighs as his tongue roamed back into Fyrre's mouth.  The hero pulled back his hips more to almost fully retract, then drive deep to the hilt with a gushing smack that made Fyrre squeal.
Each time he did this, Spyro savoured the loosening hole, feeling it suck off his head with a juicy pop before drilling hard once again.  The hatchling whimpered with a growing bliss as his hole adjusted to the saviour's meat, with each whap of the purple haunches further wrecking his innocence.  Spyro loved this moment, seeing one more cub submit to his perversion, and knowing that no one would dare speak a word against him for his incredible feats.
With every second passed, Fyrre's eyes rolled up in sweet moans that became more whorish, his tongue drooped out and his smaller staffs dripped thicker to his second orgasm.  Spyro was merciless on his prostate, his meaty mace punching away to make the boy writhe and shiver whilst he kept kissing him hungrily.
The tongue slobbered so thick that Fyrre ended up gulping the saliva, his eyes misting over with the haze of lust that his idol infected him with.  It only took half the time as his first to cum thankfully, with the teen shuddering a hot snarl and blasting a rich fountain of cream into the boy's abused taint.  The hatchling came with him, his body obeying Spyro's will as he panted into the hero's maw.
	"Mmmmmhhhh," the teen shuddered, "fuck yeah you little bitch."
	"Kh-khhhh, haah," Fyrre whimpered, "did I do okay?"
	"Oh yeah, you were the best."  Spyro pulled out of the spongy wet rear.  "Lemme clean ya up for being such a good hatchling."
He stepped back to admire his work, the jizz-splattered rear now stretched enough to show all the little quivering folds covered in his dragon milk.  The hero then grabbed one of the cub's back paws, sniffing the pads and savouring that sweet biscuity scent.  With a moment to bask in the post-orgasmic haze, Fyrre was confused as he looked down at his sticky belly and his twin little cocks.
	"Heeheeh, h-heh, th-that tickles!"
	"Mmhmm?" Spyro's tongue dripped across the toes.  "You're a taste li'l guy, yanno that?"
	"I-i am?"
	"Mmmm yeah, I could lick up every part of ya."
And so he did, starting with the paws that his tongue wormed between to suck out the soft grassy dirt and pieces of grit.  His young scales were still supple like fresh leather, giving Spyro's tongue free roam to creep over claws and suckle on toes without the slightest hitch, whilst Fyrre giggled still uncertain with his head swimming hot.
The purple dragon roved all over the foot, dribbling his spit on the cute teeny claws that he deepthroated one by one with plucking pops before sliding down to huff at the pads and nuzzle between them.  The smell of a fresh hatchling always got him the hardest, throbbing again between his legs at the sweet grass aroma mixed with that crackly-ash scent.
Once he was done with one foot, he moved to the other to resample it fresh, smothering the whole foot with his tongue out full to hang against the heel and curl on the ankle.  Fyrre kept on giggling, his mind still trying to process things as the perplexing sensations wracked his body to dismay.  But it was a lovely feeling for the hero to savour his body, causing Fyrre to blush even hotter.
The boy was so soft he had not even any contours, no musculature nor grooves yet to twist his soles into little maps of his life.  He was perfectly fresh and unspoilt by the world, the best kind of boy to rob of his purity as Spyro scraped his tongue over the last dark pads before moving his head to the cub's crotch.
	"Don't wanna leave ya messy now," he said, "and if you wanna be a hero, you better promise me you won't tell no one about what we did."
	"Wh-why?" Fyrre muttered.
	"Cuz we're special, kid.  Heroes don't gotta tell no one what they do, and if you want me to still wanna see ya, you have to promise."
	"Um...o-okay, mister Spyro.  I won't tell anyone."
	"Good boy."
The saviour bent down to suck on one of the drooling dicks, swirling his tongue round the extra-sensitive glans that made the hatchling squeak with a stutter.  He felt he could cum again if not for the odd burning sensation, his first post-nut exhaustion as Spyro gulped down all of his sweet baby milk.  There was hardly any salt, so squeaky-clean that it was almost like water that he drank up with a hefty pop.
His tongue slipped round the sides and even dug into the little slit, cramming his twisting tentacle into the muscular trappings to suck out the juiciest scents of sweet boyhood.  Fyrre started laughing from the ticklish sensations with his mind still in disarray, watching his member twitch against his idol's face who drooled dreamily up to him.
	"Haaauuuuh yeah," Spyro gasped, "you got a body made for dicking, cutie."
	"H-hah, mmmmph...a-are we doing more stuff?"
	"Nah, we're done."  The purple drake lapped over the head.  "Just gimme a bit."
He swallowed the cub's other meat to make sure he caught every drop, sucking him clean with one last swirl round the inner slit until Fyrre was spick-and-span.  With a lick of his lips, Spyro stood up proper and gave the boy a nudge to join him, the hatchling stumbling with a weakened gait.
	"That feel good?" the hero patted him.  "Now remember, this is our secret, and if you're good enough you can help me find more."
	"More...what?" Fyrre squinted as they walked out the hedges.
	"More cuties like you!  Can't just have one or two heroes right, the more there is the safer we are!"
	"Mmmmm...I-i guess that's true, but, what do I do?"
	"You got any other friends your age?" Spyro wrapped his wing round him.  "Bet you would be the coolest if they found out you were friends with me."
	"F-friends?!" gasped the hatchling.  "A-are we friends?!"
	"Sure we are!  And if you wanna still be my friend, you'll help me find more hatchlings to train."
	"Um...o-okay, sure!"
His smile returned with a bouncing glee, as Fyrre would not be aware of Spyro's scheme until far too late.  To all the adult dragons he was still the great purple saviour, but to Fyrre and his waiting friends, he would become something much worse as the teenager smiled, and tightened his wing around the young body he now claimed.