Before we begin this tale of adventure and sex there is a small tale that must be told first, one of Spyro's childhood and how he got into this predicament in the first place. Spyro was born out of the normal dragon cycles of mating, an orphan, and so grew up with no younglings around him, only adults. At first this was great as it meant he grew to be kind and smart for his age but as he aged this quickly lost its charms, for female dragons live else where and only join up with the males once every so many hundreds of years as is the “dragon cycle of mating”. Any unfortunate dragons born outside of this cycle would have to both deal with emotional isolation of having none to empathize with and an even greater pain. 

The desire to mate in dragons is intense and all consuming when they are young which then slowly dies down to a flicker, but this means any young dragon born out of cycle would have no females and none of his age to breed with for such an agonizing amount of time. At first he tried to ignore it but it grew and grew for the first couple of years into something painful so then he sought out other methods, the first was his own hands but while he could temporarily blunt his claws he could not soften the rough and unforgiving scales that would ruin any attempts of rubbing.

Other methods too fell flat from grinding himself on the grass and finding it not pleasing enough at all to stretching in order to reach his most needed self with his mouth, this got as far as one lick before the entire concept of his taste over powered his desperation. One day while he was young, hard as a rock might I add, and bored he sat watching the sun set when he heard a noise, a bleat, turning to find a ram was doing his duty in a near by flock of sheep that often roamed all over the Artisan worlds. At first he was met with embarrassment he soon got taken over with curiosity, as he crept closer as quiet as he could his unforgiving erection fought him along the way and there as the sun set he watched them unknowingly learning for the first time how sex and mating works. Even though the ram was selfishly taking care of his own needs Spyro found he could empathize with his pain, it was here as shameful as it is that the wind turned to send the passing scent of this animalistic act over him causing him to spill his seed right there in the grass without even the grace of touch! Ah but it was too small and sudden, a drop of relief in a desert of frustration, it at least made him aware of what he was doing and thus he returned home before any of the adults caught him staring at the wildlife. 

It had been a few years since then, all the while the fires inside him burned just as hot but he had grown an increasing tolerance to it's cruel sting. Even still as he sat watching the moon rise like normal he could only sigh and wonder how many more years, decades even, before the next cycle of mating would come about and if he could even hold out till then before it drives him to madness. Just as he was about to get up to see if could get some sleep he spotted something in the distance that was small and white, a sheep, by the looks of the small stature combined with the lack of any horns a ewe in fact. Strange to see one completely alone so late at night and with no flock nearby either... She seemed to be standing there barely awake, lazily chewing some grass without a care in the world...an image flashed in Spyro's head, an idea, a seed of what could be, small pervert and so very taboo but by the Elements did his erection jump at the concept. The entire world seemed to stop for a moment, the wind dying down too, as if giving Spyro centre stage to his thoughts and while he sat there till the moon started to hang low in the sky staring and watching that sheep he decided. He will end his pain this night.

He got up. Suddenly aware of how stiff his body was leaning on a rock all night but some quiet stretches later he was ready, dropping to the ground and creeping forward as silent as he could he was worried the sheep would hear the sound of his hammering heartbeat more than his footfalls. As he got closer he found she was far more sleepy than he first saw. Her body swaying slightly on her legs as she kept her self just barely awake,
“Hmm that grass must be something special to be out here so late” he thought to himself while his eyes wandered to her tail end. Once there found the sleepy swaying of her body to be almost like a sensual hip shake, calling him to continue his perverted act of need. He sat behind her while she was not even aware of her impending fate trying to see more in the moonlight, but between the raging fire between his legs and lack of sleep decides to throw caution to the wind and grabs her hips. Lifting her up easily to get a better look and expecting a bleat or kick instead got nothing that made him question if she was even awake for a moment. That question quickly answered however by the two moonlit, wide eyes gazing back at him in the darkness that was staring almost in shock as if even the most lowly of animals was about to judge him for his decisions. Not wanting to soul search in her strangely beautiful eyes instead focused on the point of this meeting, it was small with black skin peeking out between all the white wool that framed it beautifully to him like a shrine, nay, a key to his worries. Lowering her back down a tad but firmly grabbing her hind leg he moved his hand to raise her tail, allowing the moonlight to shine more clearly and highlight every curve of her folds, every soft valley and plump hill that was her sex. Spyro lost all control.

He moved forward led by his instincts, reinforced by years of frustrations till his nose met her sex only for the scent to destroy any higher thought he had left! It was musky and raw but still so female with a sweetness that caused him to drool and his erection to follow suit as the hunger deep inside him roared back to let go off thinking and get in there and so, he did. His nose dug into her as he breathed her existence into him but when that too was not enough he moved his tongue into place without care. Finding the taste to be just as heavenly as her scent while all the drool helped ease movement and open her more allowing him to search her deeper to find every crease. Every small drop of her own unwanted arousal was like the sweetest nectar as he mistook the little gasps of breath for her approval rather than her shock. A drop of drool slipped and landed on the tip of erection causing him again to be aware of how much he needed her, standing up on two legs and moving to spear her however caused that small flash of his kind heart and mind that had fallen to the inferno to get a word in first. Needy but now thinking more clear he instead grabbed her hips and pushed hard on her back causing her to move into position; as he ground his erection onto her sex allowing a mixture of pre-cum and drool to cover everything. All the while he indulged in the soft, warm texture of her sex as it both cooled the heat and ignited it to a boil. He had taken too much time already and could not wait any longer either as he took a step back allowing him to naturally line up with her, and then, took a lunge forward spearing her deep in one glorious thrust that broke the life long dam of need and lust that he had been holding back! It was almost too much of him, let alone her, as he could feel everything, every twitch of her insides, the heat, the moisture, like hot sticky velvet trying to crush him he that removed any attempt to hold back. Not that he wanted to stop in the first place as he thrust as hard and wild as he could, all but deaf to her bleats and gasps he only listened to the song of her insides as it massaged him so deliciously but just as it began, it ended, since his body was finally sated it did not wait and let loose every drop of his cum deep inside the ewe. All the while he just grabbed and hugged that soft wool as he pumped his heat straight into her.

Collapsing on the floor but still deep inside her he pulled her to him like a living warm pillow and wrapped his arms around her; Spyro did not want this to end nor did he want to stop at doing this once and so with a sigh,  before sleep took him he told her simply,
“I am so keeping you”, a simple statement but one with immense weight that he had not yet realized. As he woke after the best nights sleep he had every had the memories came flooding back but something was missing...the sheep, with only a puddle of shame in her place and a small drip drop trail of fluids leading away that caused him to feel something between a craving and a new need for more. It caused him to get up and follow the trail with a slight limp, a more than fair punishment of the sins yesterday. The trail ended close by the pond but a herd of sheep could be heard just over the hill. Even though as he sneaked to the top he wondered how he would find his sheep again in a group of many, he found the question to be soon answered by the off colour sticky spot that she had missed on her tail...

The rest of the sheep scattered as the purple dragon came charging in to tackle a seemingly random sheep to the ground. He knew better as now close enough he could recognise her scent, those eyes shining so strong in the sun like they did in the moonlight too. But before he could think of what to do or how to make a sheep into a pet he had morning wood to solve and far too much excitement from last night flowing into him. Causing him to simply grab and push her into place and with barely a mouthful of spit given as courtesy he smashed his way inside her to find his seed from last night still there! The sheep could not clean her insides as well as her out it seems. Really this should have disgusted him or shamed him but it gave so much grease to the giving that he could push it deeper than before, allowing his knot to bump into her sex on every thrust, while the adrenaline fuelled him further as he cared not that he was doing this in a public place or in the daytime no, he needed this sheep, he needed this sex and he was going to take it, take her, as much as he liked till all the years of frustration flowed out of him. Even if he barely lasted a few minutes before giving her the second taste of dragon seed. 

Just as he was pulling out with a pleasant sigh a green flash streaked across the world that unknowing to Spyro yet froze all the adult dragons in green crystal by the evil Gnasty Gnorc. The timing perfect as unknown to Spyro one such dragon was moments away from turning around in the distance and seeing his taboo act. Still a curse by any other name is still a curse. One Spyro would have to solve himself as he travels the world but not alone no! He had a warm, fuckable pillow that he would make great use of. Luckily there would be no adults to judge him too at least and so ends the first day of Spyro's adventure, a woolly adventure indeed.