Request for  ReginaldTheWolf during my requests session!

Pretty quick upload since it was quite a fun thing to do for a request story. And I had a lot of extra tiny elements to add as well! Enjoy!

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Yervak ©

Cynder © the folks who created the The Legend of Spyro series, too many to list them all here.

Story © me,

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Cynder was trodding alongside the tall grass that walled her every side, with her head flaccidly pointing at the ground - a grasshopper or a beetle jumping into the green pits beside her on occasion. After having flown for so long and endured a shower of pebbles that pelted her dragon form, she was on the brink of being completely tired and broken inside. While she flew through the low-ground surface of one of the deepest canyons on her way to the Dragon Cave - having paid little to no attention to what happened above her - misfortune struck, and a deluge of small rock fractures smit her from above like a hailstorm of doom. She had now made the more careful decision to walk the entire 16 mile road back to her cave instead of flying, but to soften the wound she was already well past halfway. Still, she wasn’t feeling very well inside - both physically and mentally, and she knew this, that’s why she made periodic rests from time to time from in between her long journey.

Suffering from a minor depressive mentality, she wanted to give up on her journey so badly to sate her unconscious mindset, but despite this she still dug from the tiny pile of hope that remained within her, while the setting sun only added to the gloomy setting. Cynder still had a long way to go, and her family and the Dragon Elder would most definitely develop a collective unrest over her if she didn’t reunite with them soon enough.
But when she reached the boundary of the natural biome she was in, she looked in the distance and saw a posture of another four-legged, winged creature.
“Dragons?”, she wondered as she began to carefully approach her picture of a fellow dragon. When she got about ten meters closer, she saw what looked like her presumable dragon vigorously burying their face into the ground and dragging something around. It must have been a very dark-colored dragon, because as the distance gap between the two closed by the second, Cynder could still not make out the color of the dragon, let alone see if it was actually a dragon at all due to the shade of the dropping sun behind her.

Cynder was still experiencing inside weakness, and was hoping for some company to be sought with the sinister draconic figure out there in the open grasslands, hence why she had decided to creep up on them. She gullibly tried to have a shot at it since she would use her signs of physical instability as a secret weapon to garner their attention and with it, their eagerness to sympathize.
As Cynder slowly crawled towards the would-be dragon, she began to notice the exuberant crimson red color that his skin had, explaining why she couldn’t see his color at first. The crimson creature themselves hadn’t even noticed Cynder yet, who was more and more in progress of walking up behind them.
At that point, Cynder began to produce squeaking speech noises in an attempt to peacefully pull at their attention, as any other ideas entirely eluded her. At her success, the creature responded immediately to her innocent squeaks as they turned around.

It seems Cynder was very right with her ideas. Before her stood a pretty large dragon; a male one by the looks of their head and spinal ridges. He watched fiercely over her as if he was about to gobble her up in one big swallow with no remorse. But to Cynder’s bafflement, he suddenly stuck out his right claw as if he wanted to help her. He must have noticed the condition she was in, and realized that he would be a really soulless dragon not to at least comfort her. With that, he made a short but proper introduction.
“What’s the matter?!”, he said a bit uneasy while looking down on Cynder. “You look like you just fell out of a tumble dryer!”
Cynder chuckled a bit at his remark, as she began to really grow personally attached to the dragon.
“Ah, a smile! That’s what I like to see!”, he said upon Cynder showing him the angled corners of her mouth. “Name’s Yervak, by the way.”
“Uh, hello Yervak,” Cynder splurted out timidly in a rush of her own emotions surfacing her thoughts.
“Don’t be so shy like that! Just tell me what happened because you’ll be safe with me!”, Yervak grinned. “If you’re hungry, I can provide a solution to that as well,” he said enthusiastically as he pointed to a half-eaten deer carcass in front of him. Upon a glance, Cynder realized that this must have been the object that he seemed to be struggling with.
“Eheh, thank you, but hunger isn’t the problem,” she giggled. Already she was feeling a whole lot better by having found a reasonable person to fall in company with. Yervak was liking the process behind it as well, as he gave Cynder careful nuzzles with every word he said.

“Would you have any problems with me staying with you for a short while?”, Cynder asked Yervak, who was lying on his back behind Cynder.
Yervak let out a cautionary laugh before he answered. “Hehe, why would I? I’m kind of a wandering hermit myself at the moment.”, he retorted. “As long as it is just a short three hours. I can’t put up with you sticking to me everywhere, naturally.”
Cynder nodded. “I have to arrive home in time anyway,” she answered while returning Yervak’s comforting dragon nuzzles on his belly.
The crimson dragon murred softly as he happily gave Cynder a second short petting on the back of her neck as a token of thanks, and to help her regain her energy and willpower to the state in which it used to be.

Night was coming closer as the two dragons used each other as vertical couches, snuggling together in even the most awkward of spots, but to their abundant streams of satisfaction nevertheless. Yervak had bundled his neck around Cynder’s, as Cynder herself attempted to sleep with her face buried in Yervak’s chest tissue. While Yervak was already sleeping like a puppet, Cynder still had a modicum of trouble trying to fall asleep in spite of his dragon friend’s overwhelming comfort that would make even the most qualified bedroom superstores burn with the greenest of jealousy.
Yervak produced little to no snoring, which did make it easier for Cynder, but she felt she had no chance of properly sleeping nonetheless as she released herself from Yervak’s loose snuggle embrace and walked up in front of his drooping head. She then proceeded to widely open her maw…

“Maybe I am a bit hungry after all,” Cynder whispered in Yervak’s ear before she wrapped her jaws around Yervak’s head, engulfing him in the soft, squishy insides of her maw. She grasped his neck with her foreclaws as she pushed Yervak’s whole dragon body down her gullet. She took a sneaky advantage of Yervak being in the midst of his slumber and him trusting Cynder, but this wasn’t an act of treason. Not at all - at least - not according to Cynder. She had a very good reason to do all of this.
It made it much easier for Cynder how Yervak wasn’t struggling since he was asleep, since usually when she swallowed her prey, they would strenuously squirm around and against every surface that laced the insides of her body. She went on with pushing Yervak’s hind end and tail all the way down with great effort as her throat and belly had already vastly bulged outwards. Her belly slowly pulsated in and out from the dragon breathing in and out from inside Cynder’s stomach, as Cynder kept a smile throughout the whole process. To finish her deeds off, she slurped Yervak’s tail down like a ramen noodle and rubbed her belly - which had now expanded even more - with contentment as she felt the dragon push against her wobbly insides.

“What goes around, comes around,” she said as she set path back home, ready to spew Yervak out at any moment of her choice which she felt was appropriate…