"...I want you to help me gain weight."
Spyro blinked in surprise, not fully expecting that. But scarcely a moment passed before a grin pulled itself over his muzzle at Cynder's words.
"I would love to help you with your gains, my love," Spyro replied, moving forward and wrapping his neck around hers in a loving embrace. He felt how her neck blubber squished under his touch and couldn't help the slight between his thighs, but kept his thoughts focused on Cynder and her happiness first.
Any satisfaction attained for himself was a bonus.
"Do you have any idea at all of why this is happening, though?" Spyro asked, pulling away with a curious tilt of his head.
"I have a couple of theories," Cynder said, looking down at her bloated haunches. "It does feel really nice, even if I can't lift off under my own flight power anymore. But I would like to try a few things with my elements to try and prove my theories."
"That could take all day," Spyro said, seating himself as he held a forepaw to his chin in thought. "But if you like, I can message the Guardians for some advice."
"Yes, if you could," Cynder said.
Spyro smiled. "I'll get right on that after dinner, then. I have a special meal planned this evening to celebrate: roasted mammoth."
Cynder giggled, jiggling her neck chub. "My, my, it sounds like a certain legendary dragon wants to stuff me silly."
Spyro crooned and nuzzled Cynder lovingly as they returned to their home in the Steppes of Warfang. He went to market to seek out the Cheetah stand in hopes of finding the promised mammoth for their meal. He wasn't sure if he liked the Cheetah woman's knowing glint in her eye, but she was more than happy to sell him TWO mammoths for the price of one.
"And if you buy now, I'll toss in one of my extra special spices," she said in a conspiratorial whisper, bringing out a sheet of parchment with only three items on it, each with odd names. "All complimentary, of course."
Spyro looked to the menu, eye-ridge raising at the name. But he had to admit that he was intrigued. It only took a minute for him to decide.
"Alright, I think I would like to have..."
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