As the purple dragon watched the islands drift passed his cave, fluffy, white clouds swimming amongst them, a pressure made itself known between his legs. It felt as if someone was holding one of his limbs tightly, and when he peered underneath himself he saw a familiar, but yet alien, sight: a Morning Boner.
His penis was at least 16 inches, the standart size for a dragon his age, purple in color. Four fleshy spines ran across the top, ending at his pointy tip.
Spyro sighed: this was also one of the negative effects puberty had on a dragon. It was apparently natural for him to get erections, Spyro had heard, but they were a nuisance, for it often demanded tending, and he had been caught "playing" with himself at least three times.
Luckily they were all by Cynder, who would apologize and leave as quick as she could, blushing and casting a blind eye to his action.
She too was going through the awkward stage as well, but she was far more reserved when it came to her hormones.
Spyro could recall only catching Cynder once pleasing herself:
They had been in the valley one day, enjoying the afternoon sun after they took a long swim.
Spyro had just woke up from the soft grass to find the black dragoness was nowhere to be seen. Worried, he went off to look for.
He'd found her at the waterfall, sitting on a rock, soft moaning sounds coming from her.
The purple dragon's first thought was that she might be injured, so he'd flown down to help her.
"Cynder, are you alright?" he'd called, landing next to her.
She'd nearly fallen off the rock with surprise, quickly covering a spot between her legs with her paw.
"Spyro!" she'd exclaimed with both embarrassment and anger, "What are you doing here?"
Between her claws Spyro had spotted white liquid oozing through, and it was then that he realized what she'd been doing.
Back in the present, the purple dragon turned his head towards the dragoness laying on the cave's floor. Cynder was still asleep.
He took cover behind a large rock, both tall and wide enough for him to hide. Sitting on his haunches, he began to stroke the lavender length, moaning softly to himself.
His mind drifted off to erotic thoughts, all of them focusing on expansion, for it was that that turned him on.
This continued until...
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