Marble sat watching Spyro pack up the last of the supplies. Last night had been great amounts of fun, with food of all kinds and many warm cuddles but come morning they had to face the music. To start, falling asleep in such a place when you have a wool coat on is not a good idea and they had woken up with a great need for water, although Spyro did not mind the sweat at least. But that was not the issue, an issue yes but not the real one. As when they leave this realm to head to the next they would be wearing the necklaces signifying they are now Spyro’s Mates, his wives, and knowing how cold the Dream Weaver’s dragons had been so far...They were expecting a battle of a different kind. 

Spyro had been quick to reassure them. To ignore any harsh remarks and simply keep going forward to the next portal, for after this last world is saved they would be leaving as soon as possible. The upcoming fight with Gnasty proving to be all the more desirable the longer they stayed here. 

They departed. Back along the islands and through the cage storage providing a short cut, after taking a moment to free the poor animals of course, and within minutes they were standing at the exit portal. For once they were more nervous in leaving than they were at entering, but Spyro only gave them a pat on the back. that comforting smile with those worrying eyes of his able to warm even the bleakest of outlooks. 
With shaky confidence, they moved through the portal to find that, at least there were no Dragons around this area. They breathed a sigh of relief at that, but they still needed to get to the last portal which unfortunately was across the entire realm. Spyro’s plan to glide them down to the gardens below this floating platform did seem to work well at least as they began to follow the shadow of the castle out of the gardens. Down a winding path they went, across some gaps they hopped until finally they managed to make it to where the last portal was standing. Both Quartz and Marble were running through as quick as they could but Spyro stopped for a moment as he noticed someone waving to him in the distance. Useni, who upon being noticed shot Spyro the cheesiest grin he could and a thumbs up that only filled the younger Dragon with both pride and a bit of embarrassment. 

Haunted Towers. Despite the oddly foreboding name, that was the finest castle ever made by the Dragons. Huge and gleaming of white, blue and gold alike. This mighty place once stood as the home of the oldest Dream Weavers but now stood infested with Gnorcs and Wizards alike. 
The entrance also reflected this as they did not land in a courtyard or other areas built for guests but rather on a small grassy ledge next to a giant wooden door that was locked. Looking around he found Marble knocking on the door, to most likely see if she could knock it down, while Quartz was checking out a collapsed and empty suit of armor. 
	“Come on girls.” Spyro stated as he walked over to the door. “Let’s get this moving!” He continued before smashing the door down with a single hit. Inside, there was a small room with an open air bridge directly ahead that led further into the castle but just as they entered, a Gnorc came running into view. He pointed and let out a yell before pulling an odd wooden ball of his chest, to which he bit and pulled a metal nail out of it before throwing it. Quartz however was quick to make the pair move well out the way, just in time for it to hit the wall and explode with enough force to shake the enchanted bricks loose. 
Despite the ringing in his ears Spyro was not about to let the Gnorc throw another as he scrambled to get moving. Marble quick joining him in his charge forward while Quartz followed in the backlines as to spot any dangers or get a good shot in if needed. The Gnorc was neither quick nor well armoured but those so called ‘Grenades’ as Quartz called them were by far dangerous enough to warrant caution. Crossing over the bridge and after another few Gnorcs was defeated they came to a much bigger room with several options, there was two doors and a whirlwind to take them elsewhere but the focus was at the second door. It was huge and made of a very thick metal which would make any attack a pointless endeavor and so for now they went through the wooden door and over the second bridge to a small side building.

Within, they found quite a sight. A Gnorc that stood talking to a caged Fairy, his words trying to be sweet but the implications were far from friendly. Once defeated, Spyro went to talk to her himself.
	“A dragon?” She spoke, softly and quiet. “I knew you would come. My name is not important but to help you fight these beasts, I will grant you a blessing. come closer.” As she said this the cage door opened, apparently there to protect her from the Gnorcs. Spyro did as she asked, stepping close to which she placed her tiny hands on his head and gave him a little kiss. Instantly he started to glow red, his body radiating heat like that of a small sun trapped within his chest. “The Fire does not last long, make haste.” She commented as Spyro ran out of the building with purpose.

With his fire so massively enhanced nothing, be it stone or metal, could stand up to it and so his eye were on that large vault like door across the bridge. He did not expect however, that his simple stream of normally orange fire would come out in a hellstorm of red and white that almost pushed him back from the sheer power of it. The door lasting but a second before it melted into slag. The prize being several containers of valuable yellow gems, but not a captive dragon unfortunately, and just as they had finished collecting the treasure Spyro’s fire ran out. 
Exiting the vault they made a move for the whirlwind to find a wizard now defending it. A small thing much like the green hats, but this was blue with a white hat and sleeves. Azure Wizards, Spyro called them. Powerful little rogues, even within the wizard community, that had much knowledge of older and more forbidden magic but most of them either required several wizards to work together or had great costs that could not be used lightly. 
Just as the wizard caught sight of them however it did not even try to fight, and instead it used the whirlwind to escape up to the floating island above with the trio following behind in pursuit. Upon getting up top however they found that the wizard had somehow animated some of the armor piles, each one was large and made purely of unfeeling metal that could not be broken or melted with ease. Quartz however found that she could easily disrupt the metal animating magic using her electricity, but it was slow going even still.

Along the grassy island they went until they finally had reached the main tower of the castle, only to find the door not just locked but also made of metal like the last vault door. An annoying trend they noticed, but there was also a bridge around the back of the tower that led to another side building. Another trend that seemed to like repeating itself. they noticed and indeed in this building there was again a Fairy. She told them that there are many Fairies hiding out all over the castle and that if they ever need a blessing of Fire then they only need to return to any of them. 
With a new kiss once again igniting his inner fire, they returned to the tower door. Making haste up in the stone steps once it was out of the way in order to hopefully get the drop on any suits of armor or other such enemies inside. Instead they found the tower to have many more rooms than they expected and while Spyro was quick he could only just manage to get the armored doors out of the way before the Fire blessing ran out. 

In the main halls of this beautiful tower there were five doors. Two armored, now melted, and three wooden ones still standing. In the first wooden door to the far left there was a bathroom with fancy purple and pale blue tiles, there was also a Fairy hiding in the bathtub that welcomed them warmly. 
In the second door there was a suit of living armor protecting a whole bunch of treasure. why they put it here instead of in one of the vaults however the trio could not work out. The actual room as well seemed to be some kind of closet with various cleaning and magical supplies stored in boxes or shelves. 
Next was the last wooden door. A bedroom in fact where a crystallized Dragon was being held, but unfortunately, he was far less welcoming than the Fairy, even less so when he noticed the necklaces on the ewes but thankfully he did not stay around too long in fear of the walking armor. 

The two armored doors they had melted open they hoped would contain far more interesting things, but the first one only had a garden. there was a lovely pond too but why a garden, of all things, would had a vault door? it was a very odd design choice indeed. Maybe the Gnorcs were not the only ones who had strange ideas of where to keep things safe. Lastly the final metal door had the way forward, a staircase in fact that led them up to the higher floors of the tower where even grander furnishing could be found. This was most likely the living quarters of the Dream Weavers leader, Lateef, but since he had been nothing but a rude obstacle to them, they did not think twice to blowing down a few doors as they went along on their way. 

Spyro cracked a smile when he found what he was looking for. The master bedroom. A grand and huge room covered with royal purple, a balcony too that allowed for a fantastic overview of the castle stood on the other side of tasteful glass doors. It was the perfect location to throw a private and wild party. in fact, the messier the better, as Spyro threw the chest across the room to crash into the far wall. 
	“Come on in girls, we got all day and all night to do whatever we like. Don’t be afraid to break a few tables!” He shouted to them as he sat himself down on the plush sofa. Marble was looking a bit worried about going wild while Quartz was just loving the idea, especially because of the reason they were there.
Marble went straight to the bed to test how it felt. the springs and foam being nothing short of heavenly as it was built to take the full weight of two Dragons. Quartz on the other hand went to sit down next to Spyro while he rummaged deep into the chest for something no doubt fun. 
	“So Marble.” Quartz began as she stretched out on the soft fabric. “Tell me about some of your adventures with Spyro here. i am sure you got some wacky tales to tell.” She finished with a grin that caused Marble to look a little sheepish, her history with Spyro had been exceptionally rocky to begin with to say the least. 

An hour later and they were all sitting around the coffee table, exchanging different tidbits from their lives. From Marble’s close calls with some Dragons in her youth to the harshest winter that she knew to Spyro’s time learning magic, and his rather embarrassing mating need when he was a kid. 
	“So Quartz, what kind of crazy life have you had?” Spyro asked as he took a sip of the fermented root juice that he had stolen from some Gnorcs in the Beast Makers realms.
	“Me? Nothing too crazy…”
	“Oh come on, you lived with Gnorcs! I am sure you have had a crazier life than any of us.” Replied at the gray ewe’s attempts to weasel out of a tale. 
	“Fine.” She snapped before downing half a bottle of the bitter liquid. “I grew up in the ash fields. A blighted little slice of home where my flock would roam from few specs of plants to another, overall not exactly fun.” Quartz started to explain. “The Gnorcs were our only constant threat. They wanted us for food or...worse... My flock was nothing like yours Marble, oh no. We did not have a ram, we had five and just as many ewes in comparison. We had to you know? A flock’s power is in the numbers.” Her eyes cast downwards in thought of memories long ago. “I always knew i was different. My flock mates were hardly as smart, and didn’t talk much either. One day, after a particularly bad Gnorc raid, they had left behind some tech, and of course I wanted to use their own weapons against them but no, the rams would not have that. So, instead I would secretly leave the flock at night to tinker...Heh, I wonder if my electric magic came from all the shocks I gave myself.” She out a little chuckle at this as the others listened closely. “It was some years ago now that i managed to learn some things from the Gnorc tech, they do use magic you know but only tiny amounts. Specs. But I learned to put the specs together, how to fire my own electric shot like the guns they used. I was young and foolish so i thought i could go assault the nearby Gnorc hunting camp...It did not go well but Gnasty was impressed. He loved his idea of what i was, what i could do. So he offered me a job and in return they would stop hunting the flock. Not what i wanted but the same effect by any means.” She paused to take a breath and another sip.
“Do you know what the job was? To be a battery. I had to run on this fancy wheel all day while sending out electricity. The food and water it took to keep me alive was far more cheap than the fuel for an engine and the longer i did this the more i put out. As my magic grew so did my power output, Gnasty was becoming increasingly friendly to me. Disturbingly so. Within a month he had Gnorcs guarding me at all times just in case some of the less friendly Gnorcs decided to take advantage during my down time. He would hate for his precious battery to be injured after all. It was hard work and not the most fun life but he offered me better and better rewards, my own home too. Eventually he started to recruit the best fighters to be so called Generals for upcoming attack on the Dragon’s land and of course i threw myself into the arena and won. Now this caused an issue because i was powering an entire town at that point. Without me they would have far more power issues but...Gnasty found a workaround for that...Anyway, i got dressed up and finally sent over to be Toasty. Apparently the costume was part of some kind of farmyard theme, what with the wolves and shepherds. Kind of funny to be honest.” She finished her story along side another bottle of the root beer. 

	“And now you are here, living the good life as my delicious little pillow.” Spyro commented as he swung a bottle around. 
	“Pfft, if i am my pillow then why i am not in bed?” Quartz cracked in jest but she instantly regretted it on seeing Spyro’s grin, his thoughts so clear to her. She did try to get up to run away but too much root juice makes the legs not work right as he picked her up and threw her onto the bed with a pomf as Marble sat giggling.
	“Oh but where are my manners, a bed that big needs two pillows after all!” Spyro mentioned as he turned his sights to Marble who did not stop laughing all the way over to the bed. Finishing his bottle and throwing it behind him without care, he jumped onto the bed as well.

He wasted no time in pulling Marble in for a kiss. The root beer providing a different taste than normal while making every texture all the more vivid in his slurred mind. Quartz however, was feeling it in a whole different way as she pulled Marble off him to get a taste of her own. She huffed, not about to let Quartz one up her as she stood up and leaned against the headboard.
	“Hey Spyro.” She called to him to get this attention, “Your pillow needs fluffing.” She stated as she waved her hips back and forth in his direction. He grinned, loving the effect the juice was having on Marble even more than Quartz. 

Crawling over to her, the plush bed made moving a little more difficult but she did not mind as he half slipped and all but head butted her with his muzzle. In fact in hearing her let out a surprised but pleased little bleat from it, Spyro decided to roll with it. Digging his way roughly into her to start as he dug his claws into her rear wool, the bleats and moans only spurring him on further, but Quartz was feeling a little left out. The lack of hands making watching far less fun than it should be. 
	“Come on…” She whined as she sat nearby. “You have two pillows now, surely you know how to use both?” to which Spyro pulled his muzzle from Marble in thought. Coming up with some plans in his mind before pulling Marble back down from the headboard and onto the pillows. 
	“I can not think of a pillow joke right now, Marble you up for dessert?” Spyro called out but before she could reply he stuck his muzzle back into her. She moaned but understood the point. This was not a time for words, it was time for them to share in what each other had fully. 
It was a little cramped as Quartz placed herself down on one of the silk pillows, but it only meant Marble had to get right up and personal. As she dragged her tongue over Quartz warmly she all but chuckled to herself. She was not quite into ewes, not fully, simply because they lacked that thick and oh so rough part that male Dragons had but she did quite love the taste of them, that smell as well was something else.

Spyro meanwhile had decided that Marble was more than warm enough for the main course. Sitting up he grabbed Marble and lifted her up suddenly as well to her legs. A spinning gesture giving Quartz the right idea as she turned herself around and slid under Marble. Two tones of wool pressed belly to belly as Marble got back to work with her tongue while Spyro sunk a little into her. Claws digging into the wall above and leave scratch marks in the paint. Spyro did not care in the slightest however as he adjusted his stance and thrust deep into that needy sheep sex. As delightfully as soft as the finest sinks but wrapped so tight that it threatened to strangle the very life from him. All the worries of whenever not the other Dragons would accept the marriage melted away to that feeling, that addictive warmth that made eyes unfocus and tongue loll out of his mouth in absolute pleasure. He did not hold anything back, why should he? It had been weeks since he last pinned his sheep girl to the nearest object and rutted her senseless, hearing her moan every time he filled her with yet another thick dose of his seed. 
Quartz meanwhile went from simply watching to wrapping his lips around the soft flesh of Marble. Tongue tracing lines around her as Spyro spread her wide with his own length, warm breath tickling him too just right but Marble was the one truly feeling it. All too soon she throw her head up to cry out hotly while Spyro pounded into her as hard as he could, giving her only the first shot of seed before pulling out and pushing it hard into Quartz’s waiting mouth. Knot smacking lips sweetly for just a moment as those warm sheep lips drained him of what he could give. 

Spyro sat down with a flomf against the pillows beside Marble. A nod to Quartz to join him not going unseen as she pulled herself from under Marble to instead take a seat on his lap. One warm sheep sex replaced by another within a minute, truly this was the good life he thought to himself.
Marble regained her senses fairly quickly. Looking over to find Quartz bouncing along as she pleased was a nice sight and gave her a minute to catch her breath too, not like the old days when she would have to go from round to the next without pause. But no, that would not do at all. She sat up, not willing to just sit back and watch as her lovers had fun without her oh no. She crawled over to the pair, needy eyes giving Spyro some fire as without warning he wrapped his hands around Quartz’s waist and spun her 180. The feeling causing her to moan loudly as his rough underside changed location so quickly but just as did Marble was there to embrace her while jamming her tongue into the grey ewe’s maw. 

The sight was lovely. The room hot and seasoned with the scents of two very needing girls, it was all so perfect and yet there was so much more to do! With a wave to Marble to get out of the way he pulled out of Quartz to throw her onto the bottom of the bed, only a moment in the cool air before he sunk back in. 
Marble was quick to catch onto the position change as she took her seat on Quartz’s muzzle but instead of just the normal licks she was expecting Quartz’s took her affections a little further up. The feeling was not unpleasant and with Spyro wrapping his lips around her own it all created a fantastic experience. Spyro thought so too as he buried his knot inside the grey ewe the second he felt her twist around him in ecstasy, drawing out all the pleasures she could want even as he was biding his time for his own. 

With a bleat sounding his removal from her he sat panting on the bed. Cracking some tension out of his neck he sat back to weigh his options but Marble was quick to decide for him as she moved forward to wrap her lips around him. He was already so close, the feeling of such warm lips kissing his knot proving to simply be too much but just as he came she pulled away to let him cover her in his seed. The content and damn near prideful look of hers as she sat stained with his cum only serving to ignite his fires far more than anything. 
Still, he needed some air as he rolled off the bed to go open the balcony doors. The wind was refreshing to say the least and helped to clear his head somewhat but within a minute Marble joined him. She had an idea. A naughty idea, that she whispered in his ear before walking over and leaning on the balcony railing. 
	“Gotta love that sheep…” Spyro said aloud as he walked over and placed a hand on the railing. 

Quartz meanwhile had just recovered from the surprise knotting and was laying on the bed. Ears clearly picking up the sweet sounds of an ewe getting what she wanted, a beautiful little sound indeed. One that she hopped to making herself in a bit but for now she really needed a drink as she rolled herself off the bed and onto shaky legs. Root beer maybe being not the best idea but there was plenty of choices in the chest. 

Spyro was having the time of his life. Having just finished up a rather loud and enthusiastic little moment where any passer by could see he walked back inside the room to find Quartz bent right over and occupied with a bowl of water.
	“Perfect.” He let out as he waltzed over to see her a kiss directly under her tail. The surprise feeling of that massively long tongue going where it wants causing her to at first bolt up right but upon realizing what it was relaxed. Quartz in truth had not expected him to use his tongue to warm up that particular spot but she was not complaining either, in fact her coos spoke only the opposite. All too soon however he withdrew to ask where she wanted it but hearing her give him the obvious answer instead of a location in the room only made him laugh a bit. 
Her choice was to stand up against the wall near the balcony, it was sunny and next to a window which only made the whole act seem far more dignified than what it actually was but of course just as they was getting into it Marble had recovered enough to waltz in looking for more. The last remaining hours of the night was a blur at that point, nothing but wooly warmth and soft moans as they took turns in every inch of the room.

…

Spyro woke up. It hurt. Everything in fact. His head felt like it was going to explode, his legs he could not even feel yet at all outside of the ache and somehow he still had an erection. He slowly pulled himself upright off the...broken coffee table? To look around the room with blurry eyes. 
	“What a night…” He whispered to himself. Quartz was still passed out oozing a literal gallon of cum on top of a nest of curtains, a single pair of torn gray underwear sitting nearby that he could not even remember getting. Marble however was still on the bed, awake in fact and just as messy as Quartz as she lazily looked out of the cracked glass window. 
Spyro stood up, barely. The room was nothing short of ruined with fire breath burns spotting the softer furnishings and cum splattered everywhere else, it would take days to clean this place and even then half the room would have to be redone. Spyro smiled, it was perfect. The best kind of revenge he decided was one where you throw a party and get laid more times in one night than the other Dragons did in thousands of years.

 

 
 
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