Spyro was walking along when he was hit in the head with something. He looked down and at his feat was a strange metal sphere. Suddenly the sphere opened up, and with a hiss a strange gas was released. As Spyro breathed it in he started to feel very sleepy, and just before he passed out he caught a glimpse of a large black figure closing in.
When Spyro awoke, he started to panic as he released he couldn't move. His was lying on his back, atop some kind of table. He was almost fully restrained with leather straps, immobilizing his entire body from the neck down. A ring gag was affixed to his muzzle, preventing him from opening his mouth or speaking, but still allowing his tongue to poke through and for things to be inserted through it. The only thing he could move was his neck, so he could at least examine his surroundings.
Looking around, he seemed to be in some kind of dungeon. Upon the walls were various whips, and on a nearby table were several phallic looking objects. He suddenly heard a harsh female voice.
"Finally, you're awake!"
A figure stepped out of the shadows, and Spyro immediately recognized it as Cynder, the Terror of the Skys.
As fear overcame Spyro, he suddenly realized that his 9 inch dick was hard and pointing straight up. Seeing his confusion, Cynder explained. "A side effect of the sleep gas. It's also a potent aphrodisiac. Originally I was supposed to deliver you to my Master, but after I saw what you were packing, I decided I'd rather have some fun with you." With a wicked grin on her muzzled, she slowly traced a claw along his member, from base to tip.
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