“Come on Spyro!” Cynder asked for the umpteeth time, standing outside the changing cubicle.
“I told you Cyn, this feels weird…” came his sheepish voice.
“You never said anything when we bought it!” she reasoned, hearing him sigh from inside.
“But it’s so…so…”
“Trust me, big boy, you’ll be fine!” she said, looking about, wondering if anyone else was staring.
No one was, thank goodness, and she hoped it stayed that way.
“Cynder I…ugggh….”
“Come on Spyro, you’ll look great!” Coaxed the she-dragon as she leaned on the changing room door. He had locked himself in, and it had already been ten minutes with him showing no sign of coming out. She had half a mind to use her shadow powers to enter and force him out, but it was inappropriate and she didn’t want to intrude on his privacy. Also, it would scare the living daylights out of him as well.
“I look so risque in this, and it’s kinda tight as well…” He replied, voice mixed with disbelief and extreme dislike.
“Oh come now, I’ll bet my bottom dollar that it ain’t that bad…” she said, trying to comfort him. She sported an encouraging tone in her voice as she tried to convince him to emerge from the confines of the changing room. People had not caught onto it and the moment was dangerously close to becoming awkward if people knew that Spyro was purposely staying inside due to embarrassing reasons.
But soon, the latch finally came loose, and the door finally creaked open. Soon the purple dragon of legend came out, clad in only a bright blue speedo and an open button t-shirt.
“See? You look so good in it, even the cashier agreed, hehehe~”
“It’s so small, it shows off my behind a bit too much…I should have just gone with broadshorts or something like-”
“Oh hush with that, you have the body for trunks like this, so why not rock some blue swimbriefs for the beach!”
Cynder herself chose a vibrant purple bikini, completed with a large sunhat for the occasion. Spyro felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he went with her, looking about to see if anyone was staring. Here where there were many people, he swore he could feel all the eyes of the others on him. Perhaps it was his shyness, but looking at his physique and his build, the skimpy swimwear of choice accentuated it all by at least tenfold.
He used his sling bag, meant to hold things, and situated it to cover up at his behind. His fan, rather than cool himself, was placed strategically at his front. Cynder knew this, and rolled her eyes, smirking. To her, the beach was where she could relax and get away from normal life, and Spyro was clearly still tense and not letting up. Still, she giggled at his attempts at modesty. A for effort, no doubt, though he still looked pretty sexy. A hundred out of ten, she thought.
“It’s like being in underwear, but now everyone’s watching me…”
“You’re the purple dragon, everyone looks to youl, so you should be entirely accustomed to it…” she said and smiled, setting the mat up. Cynder then went to putting up the large umbrella to block off more of the piercing sunrays, taking a deep breath of the sea scent. The purple dragon himself sat down sheepishly, his slight insecurity getting to him as he looked down at his blue swimwear that clothed his bottom. Despite all this, the beach was rather picturesque, with a wondrous blend of azure skies and a shimmering sea that looked like sparkling diamonds had been cast in the waters. The clouds seemed like they were on vacation too, as not a single one was up, leaving a clear sky as well. The resort had some light music playing from the speakers, situated atop some palm trees, filled with marimba and bongos to complete that tropical tone. It wasn’t entirely crowded either, but still had a mix of people, filling the air with chatter, laughter and the occasional cry of many seagulls. Spyro saw a flash of white, and then several figures chasing after their frisbee with glee.
“Now be a dear, and help me add sunblock?” Cynder asked, unlatching the back of her bikini top as she laid on her front, exposing her back to him.
Spyro could only blush, squeezing a decent amount out onto his hands, and rubbing into the back of her torso and arms.
She giggled, feeling his hands all over, exhaling softly as she stretched a bit. He went over her wing joints as well, blushing as she tried not to squirm.
“Sorry…heehee…it tickles there~”
“You mean… here?”
“Ahhh! Ahahaha! Spyro no! Stop! Heehee!”
She fidgeted and laughed, the purple dragon grinning as he continued, adding sunblock onto her lower back. He rubbed it in with one hand, the other nipping at the sensitive parts above. Her teeth was gritted as her laughter alternated between silent, and bubbly.
“I’m pretty sure I need to get your whole back~”
“Ahhhahaha! Noo! Spyro you jerk! Haha!”
She finally turned and shoved him away, still laughing from the ordeal. He giggled too in response, shielding himself as she retorted with sand tosses. He chuckled, using his wings to cover himself as her attacks continued for a while..
Then she realized it. Her top was still on the beach floor. Her breasts were exposed.
“Ahhh!! Heeheehahahaha!”
She covered her chest, blushing as she grabbed her bikini top to cover herself. Spyro’s face flushed heavily too, never actually intending to do something like that. He watched as she slid it back on, hand properly covering herself up as she latched it back. Even then, she had her wings round herself as she did so, effectively acting as modesty barriers. Guilt slowly crept into him, and he pursed his lips, unsure of what to say or do. He looked about, seeing that their little catfight had drawn a bit of attention. One or two of them probably caught his mate entirely topless, and he wondered how he could apologize. He opened his mouth to speak, but then…
At that moment, Spyro felt his blue trunks get pulled down.
“Gnnn! Ahhh, Cynder!”
She laughed again, her tail having snuck behind him and going underneath the side of his speedo. A simple yank and the tiny blue garment had slid down his butt, shocking him as he held it up with his arms to prevent her from tugging any further.
“Hahahahahahaha! Gotcha~”
She smiled victoriously as she withdrew her tail, letting him pull the swimbriefs back up. She wanted to do more, but this was a public place, and she didn’t want to damage his reputation. Still, she grabbed the camera, snapping some shots of his speedo-clad butt. The camera whirred away with her trying to snag as many pictures as she could. At least five of them had his partially revealed ass, and she congratulated herself for such an achievement. Soon he sat back down, blushing once more, signalling the end of her photo opportunity. No matter, she already had as much as she could get, and busied herself with deleting blurred or ugly photos.
The material of his blue trunks was actually a blend of cotton and lycra, meaning it doubled as a nice pair of briefs for wearing at home. Spyro himself felt it was more like underwear, and the texture itself too felt like fabric. Even though the tag said it was also meant for the pool or the beach, he still felt rather naked out here. He tensed slightly, feeling his mate hug and nuzzle into his side.
“Thanks for doing my back~”
Her tone was unreadable, and he was unsure if it was out of common courtesy, or hiding some sort of undetected sarcasm. He decided to take it at face value, no point in thinking too much over this. He nodded in response, holding her close as well.
“No problem baby.”
Every now and then, comments would be heard from the people walking by, and Spyro did his best to act naturally. The two were rather public figures, even here, and he sheepishly smiled as he helped autograph a child’s volleyball. Cynder herself took it in stride, happily posing with a few girls as a selfie was taken. She laughed along with them, amazing Spyro at how fast she made friends with these random passers-by. Here they were, just relaxing as a couple on a mini vacation, but the attention they got from some people reminded them of their stature back home. They could never really forget their saving the world and all, and it seemed the folk would not too. Spyro looked on, watching as she joked with them about something related to food. Their shrill laughter followed each sentence she said, and he watched as she soon chatted with them like they all were old friends.
As soon as they left, she fished out her water bottle and took a big gulp.
“Hot day today, want some, big boy?”
“Yeah, pass it to me will you?”
Spyro grabbed the bottle, smiling as his ice powers began to chill it. She oooed in response, touching it for herself, feeling how it had really become icey. He had some similar parlor tricks at home, like holding a bowl of soup and breathing fire to heat it up. Or using his earth powers to flick at a nail, effectively hammering it deep into the wall. There was an incident where he tried to fix a blown fuse with lightning; neither him nor the guardians wanted to relive that at all. He knew well not to try it again, especially now that he was aware of the dangers.
“My mate doubles as a fridge too, how nice~”
“You’re welcome,” he remarked, stressing on the word. She simply giggled and gave a kiss as a thank you, watching as he downed half the bottle.
Cynder then hurriedly forced him down on his front, pinning him as she winked.
“Wha-hey! Cyn-”
Spyro then felt a smack on his butt, followed by another bubbly giggle. He was half drinking the bottle still, and coughed loudly.
“Cynder-!”
Spyro hastily got up, only to get his face gently smacked with suncream as he scrambled to stand.
Cynder was then on the mat, lying on her back and lost in more laughter. Spyro coughed again, wiping away the mess of cream that was on his face, sighing as he fell victim to another one of her antics. He wanted to be mad, even a little bit annoyed, but she was far too cute when she laughed, and he couldn’t help but love it each time she did. The way she held her mouth trying to stifle it, or how her cheeks turned rosy with each chuckle. He slightly laughed a bit himself, her giggles absolutely adorable to him.
“Aaahahahahaha! That was amazing!”
“Har har har, you got me,” he remarked, wiping the last of the suncream all away with the bottom part of his shirt, chuckling back in response.
“Come on, purple boy, let’s go get ice cream~” she said, some laughs interrupting her words every now and then.
“Are you gonna smack it in my face again?” he asked, slightly defensive.
“Oh please, that suncream smack was for having me expose my breasts to the public.”
“Sorry about that, I didn’t meant too…”
She laughed, grinning.
“It’s okay. Come on, I wanna get chocolate!”
The black dragoness smirked and got up, and maybe or maybe not purposely, giving him a view of her butt as she did so. He blushed and looked away, trying not to stare. No doubt, she looked sexy in a bikini; and she probably felt at home with it too. Back in Avalar, she lounged about in panties and a singlet, and underwear and swimwear essentially covered the same amount of scale. He walked behind her, watching her actively sashay and sway her hips as she walked. Though he was the purple dragon, he was, deep down, a male like all the others. Spyro found himself distracted, staring at her feminine curves and found himself focusing on it. Her tail blade pressed itself against his thigh, its cold flat edge snapping him out of his staring. She giggled, and he rolled his eyes at her seduction.
“Pretty sure this is a walkway path, not a runway, Miss Swimsuit Model.”
“But I’m technically modelling for you, I know you like it, purple boy~”
She giggled, moving to walk beside him, smooching his blushing cheeks. He couldn’t deny that she looked really good in her bikini. It was also nearly the same shade of purple at his scales. Cute as it was, he had to try his best to resist staring as they travelled to the ice cream vendor..
Soon after, Spyro had decided to dive, intending to cool off from the heat of the day. Standing up, he pulled at his blue swimbriefs a bit, trying to make them cover his butt a bit more. Cynder grinned, smacking his butt again, much to his embarrassment. No one was watching anyway, and she stuck her tongue out, watching him blush. Every now and then she found that chance to ogle at his behind, and she relished in it entirely. Stripping the open shirt off, she blushed as she stared at his large shoulders and biceps. He even stretched, unknowingly giving her eye candy as she watched his back muscles flex. Off he went, heading to the ocean, Cynder relaxing back on the mat. He steadily sprinted, diving in with a resounding splash, wading along the seabed floor.
His large frame crashed into the sea, and he swam about, looking at his surroundings. Bubbles floated upwards from his splashing in, and it took a while for them to clear up, giving him the view of the underwater view. This wasn’t so bad, swimming through the waters as the cold sensation rushed through his body. He could even see some fishes about as he turned, resurfacing up for air. This part of the region was famous for its clear pristine waters and he could see out to a few meters too as well. Some starfish dotted the seabed, and if he swam further and deeper, he might just find some coral as well. This was a nice part of the beach, and he took a deep breath, head above water as he dived in again. He wondered if he could borrow some diving gear, and venture out to the reefs. Swirls of every hue and tint from the hundreds of fishes going their way through the sea. Their colors decorating this large azure canvas. Spyro smiled imagining it, watching as fish swam by him. A hermit crab scuttered along the sand, and he saw as it went along it way. The seaweed flowed and swayed in the currents, and it was such a nice touch to the otherwise mainly blue expanse. A smile spread across his face, absolutely at peace and enjoying the natural wonders. He decided to take another breath before going in deeper.
Then he heard a noise.
“Ragh! Shark attack!”
Cynder growled playfully and grabbed him, sending him tumbling in the waters. Spyro gasped and struggled, thrashing as he escaped her grip, poking his head out from the water as he laughed. Cynder giggled too, baring her teeth as she playfully bit gently on his forearm. Her legs grabbed at his neck, and the two found themselves wrestling about in the thrashing waves. Holding his breath, he grabbed her arms, kicking in the sea to resurface for air as he wrung himself free from her scissor grip. Admittedly, that had gotten him by surprise, and he had to give that to her.
“Woooo! That was fun!”

“Hehe, you got me there baby, didn’t even hear you coming.”
He spat out some seawater, both laughing as she waded a bit in the sea. Her giggles continued long after his, and he looked about, realizing how far out at sea they both were. The harbor was rather tiny from their location, and beyond that were the other islands. Spyro knew they could easily fly back, and he wasn’t too worried. Then his smile faded, seeing what she held.
She grinned, twirling his blue swimbriefs victoriously in her finger. Spyro gasped, looking down only to see nakedness.
“Cynder! My speedo!”
Spyro dived after her, only to miss each and every time. She dodged, laughing endlessly as she kept her distance. The purple dragon was turning a bright red with embarrassment as he continued, desperate to grab back the only thing that could keep him decent. Yet she was out of reach, swimming further and further away.
“Hahahahahaha! Nope! Missed me! Nyeh nyeh ni nyeh nyeh~”
The she-dragon twirled it around still, cheekily avoiding his lunges as she stuck her tongue again. By now, the sea was filled with constant splashes, Spyro leaping and trying to chase her down. She splashed at him, and it held him back further from grabbing his trunks.
“Cynder please…I need my speedo!”
“Hahahaha…on one condition purple boy!”
Spyro hesitated, knowing she had some nefarious plan hatched in her head. She dangled the blue trunks between her index fingers, stretching and playing with it a tiny bit. He had a hand at his crotch, covering his nudity, even though all that would even see his nudity were the fish. Cynder smirked, still playing with the blue speedo, eyeing his blush. Heck, she’d skinny dip if she could out here. She didn’t really understand why he was so tense like this. What would fish even do, seeing the purple dragon of legend in his birthday suit. And some fish had only a memory span of a few seconds, so they’d forget it within the minute anyway. What was there to really worry about, since no one else was out this far from the shore? His fears were at best, irrational given the current situation, but she understood, giving him a grin. For a short while though she was distracted by how hot he looked. Her cheeky side was overcome as she eyed his attractive physique. His entire body was shiny, with seawater meandering and dripping down his large pecs. Light glistened and shimmered from his golden-scaled abs. He was panting from trying to get his blue swimbriefs back, and it gave him rosy cheeks, like such a cute blush. Then there was his eyes, bright and blue too, like the sky above and the seas below. She giggled once more, and moved closer.
“I give you back your swimming trunks, you stop being so shy about wearing them.”
“Deal, now please Cyn…”
She then kissed him, embracing as she held close. There was a small taste of salt from the seawater, and she groaned softly, feeling his powerful arms hug her close too. He felt so warm, and she broke the kiss to nuzzle into him, leaning in. He was rather worried about being nude, but he was lost in the kiss, their snouts pressed against each other. Then she suddenly dived beneath the waters, and Spyro felt the speedo climb back up his legs, and then pulled back like before.
“Wha-whoa whoa!”
He blushed bright red, feeling his mate help him wear back the trunks. She stole this moment to grope his butt once more as well, before coming back up. He blushed, adjusting the speedo a bit to make himself more comfy, feeling it slightly tugged up his behind. She had obviously pulled it a bit up his butt like a wedgie, and he could infer she had also done that on purpose. She merely giggled, heading back to shore.
“Come on, purple boy~” she remarked as she flew into the air, heading off.
He followed behind, doubly checking to make sure it properly covered his butt.
Soon the sun began to hang low in the sky, its vibrant hues turning to shades of lilac. The clouds stretched along it, lazily moving by as the evening approached. The torches along the beach were lit by fire dragons, and the various eateries by the shores were abuzz with music and chatter. Spyro sighed softly, smiling as he took in the atmosphere. He felt the soft sands beneath his feet as he walked, holding Cynder’s hand, feeling her swing it about. She smooched his cheek, enjoying the quiet moment just as much as he did. At first, she held his ass, groping it through the blue speedo as they walked, but soon she let go, just enjoying the evening as well like he did. Every now and then, the waves splashed along the sand, creeping up to their ankles. Their tails were intertwined, like two snakes, one purple, one black. Both tried to coil round the other, with the black snake teasingly stroking itself against purple, making Spyro shiver. Both their spades dragged themselves along the sand, making odd haphazard trails that were partially wiped off by the waves. Some stars already were out, twinkling in the violet skies, adding a magical feel to the place. Mixing in the smell of the sea were the aromas of foods, and the couple had already found at least five places to choose from to eat as they walked. The beach itself was already quite the distance, and occasionally during the walk, he smiled and waved back to the locals who knew him. Some asked for photos too, and he blushed, agreeing to flex with some surfers as Cynder snapped the pic.
Another kid came by and asked to sit on the purple dragon’s bicep, posing for another camera. Spyro’s blush only grew as he kept speaking with people, and Cynder giggled, watching on. Her eyes alternated from focusing on his cute blush, to how bright blue his trunks looked as the cameras flashed. She stealthily took some pics as well, chuckling as he piggybacked two kids, one sitting on each shoulder as he gave a thumbs up. Here he was, already so shy in the skimpy blue swimbriefs as it showed off his musculature, and he was reluctantly coerced into being in pictures with so many people.
“Spyro, I wanna film you!”
“Hey, let’s have a flex off for the cameras!”
“Could you hold my son, he’s been wanting to meet you!”
He was trying to say no, but some of the fans were rather persuasive and he let up, eventually agreeing. But slowly, Cynder could see the growing worry in his expression, as the group they ran into began to slowly surround him.
“Do a bodybuilder pose with my friends!”
“Can you breathe fire for us?”
“Are you and Cynder on a honeymoon?”
“Say hi to the camera for my family!”
It was like seeing a pack of wolves surround their prey, and Spyro could only relent and agree to their autographs or filming as he chatted with them. But he could only focus on the eyes, all the eyes staring at his nearly naked body. The sounds of cameras clicking drowned out the music, deafening him, and the flashes from each one began to blind him.
“I wanna have a selfie with you!”
“Bounce your pecs for us!”
He turned to walk away, but they were all around. He couldn’t escape, he couldn’t go anywhere.
“My friends wanna talk to you!”
“Spyro? Spyro! Can we have a picture with you?”
“You’re such an inspiration to us all!”
The eyes all surrounding him, all the eyes on his body. They seemed to inch in closer and closer, and he gulped as he tried to avert his gaze from more lights.
“Spyro, say something for my cousin to hear!”
“Do you like the beach so far?”
“I want you to take a picture with me!”
“Come on Spyro, we have to head off for dinner,” Cynder said, stepping in.
She sighed, knowing he wasn’t really enjoying this, and moved to rescue her mate from being forced far too out of his comfort zone. Already one of the children was tugging at his speedo, making him absolutely panic-stricken. The kid merely wanted to get his attention, but it had taken a turn for the worse, threatening to pants the legend himself. Cynder entered in the ring of people, smiling at them as she opened her wings, trying to make space between them and the eager cameras.
“Uh..uhh yeah!” he managed to say, almost struck with anxiety with the mini crowd.
She waved to his fans, responding a bit to their questions as she held his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He forced one more smile and said his last few words, posing with said child for a pic, before taking a step backwards, finally getting away from them.
“Sorry, we’re running late. We have a dinner reservation!” She lied, giving a valid reason for them to finally stop. The grip at his hand tightened, and he was led away from the crowds. Suddenly the two sunk into the ground, diving into their shadows cast by the setting sun.
They emerged back at their spot by the beach, with Cynder giving him a kiss as they stepped once more onto sand. Spyro returned it, hugging her close to him and nuzzling back. A small while passed as they embraced, and she smiled, nuzzling his neck. Spyro himself felt like a vice had loosened on his throat, and the creeping eyes began to vanish away from his mind. He held on to her, like she was the only thing keeping him together, trying to calm himself down. She hugged tighter, wordlessly comforting him as she smooched his neck.
“I could see how much you hated that. You really didn’t wanna be there with them.”
“Just …talking to so many people, and-”
“Don’t worry, let’s head back to our room alright?”
Spyro nodded, eagerly packing the items as Cynder put down the big umbrella. She folded up the mat, shaking the sand off while he downed the last of a soda bottle they had bought. He gulped the entire last third of it down, feeling the rush of sugar as it went down his throat. It did little to help ease off the pressure the crowd had put on him, and he put the bottle down, actually panting slightly from the ordeal.
Meanwhile, Cynder watched, equating the situation to the classic high school nightmare of being in a class in your underwear. Except this had anxiety mixed in with it, where Spyro had to do his best to avoid the ‘being laughed at by the students’ part. If not for her, it really would have been a disaster for him. She silently walked up to him, and draped a towel round him, as if to sort of cover himself further. The purple dragon felt her hand round his shoulder and another gentle kiss at his cheek to comfort him.
“You okay there, dear?”
“Better…than just now…” he replied, Cynder taking note that his hands were slightly shaky as he put the bottle down.
She said nothing, nuzzling his side as her tail wrapped round the last of the items and placed them back inside the basket they brought out. He had already regained his composure, and was helping carry the umbrella under his arm.
“Never expected some group of tourists to actually recognize you so well.”
“Me neither. But they kept asking for me to do stuff for them. What with, posing as they take pictures, or to record me saying hello so they could send it to their friends and..and-”
“But you couldn’t deny, the blue trunks really looked good on you~” she said, winking.
“I think I’d stick to shorts from now on, these swimbriefs make me feel so naked…” he remarked.
“Well, you were looking pretty stressed too. That toddler almost pulled your speedo off!”
“Yeah…uggh…that was the worst. I was this close to being nude before everyone”
She sighed, giggling a bit as she looked through the photos and vids she had of him on their camera. Cycling through the gallery, she gave a few mmms and ooos as she looked through some really good candid shots.
One had him doing an underhand volleyball serve, and she watched as his muscled form struck the ball high into the air. The lighting was really good, and his purple scales shimmered under the sunlight. It was a ball that dropped by their side, and he was more than happy to serve it back to the people who were playing with it. She replayed it a few times, smiling to herself as she moved on. Another video was of him ordering their ice cream, and she had purposely filmed his back to get a good view of his ass. His finger sneaked behind to pull at the back of the leghole, probably wanting to fish some of the fabric out his ass a bit more after a mini wedgie she had given him. She grinned, absolutely amused by his attempts. The gallery showed other pics as well, of him kicking back a ball to some players, catching a stray flyaway frisbee-
“Done ogling me?”
“Whaa!!”
Cynder jerked, startled as he placed a hand round her shoulder. She giggled, playfully shoving his body as he grinned. He smirked, nuzzling her neck, watching as she had the pic of that kid pulling at his trunks caught on the camera. He blushed, the moment forever saved to the system.
“I figured you used the camera to get as much of me as possible.”
“You can’t blame me, you have such a nice ass!”
Spyro rolled his eyes, watching as she went along the pictures, often raising a brow as how she managed to catch some angles of him.
“Still, I won’t wear this to the public anymore, it’s way too revealing…”
“Aww…I’ll miss this sight of you,” she lamented with with that sly tone of hers.
“I just don’t feel good talking to fans or people in just these tiny blue trunks anyway,” he declared.
“Not even at home?”
“Definitely not. If anyone comes over and sees me in them, they’ll think it’s actually briefs and then think I was naked back then.”
“Then at least keep them for more private vacations then…please?”
His train of thought took a grinding halt at that statement.
She smooched his cheek, nuzzling into him once more. The air was turning slightly chilly as the purple skies above darkened further, looking like that of grapes. At the far end, the last bits of sunlight kept it a nice mix of bright red and purple. More stars had joined the first few, and the gibbous moon slowly but surely faded into view as well. The purple dragon sighed again, familiar with her ways to persuade him.
“What do you mean…private vacations?” he asked.
“There’s the numerous secluded beaches we can go to, the ones where absolutely no one would be at. Or the camping trip we planned. Just us two, alone in the forests as we sit by a campfire.”
“Just…us two?” he asked again.
“Yeah, at least wear these blue swimbriefs there. Just for me, pleeeease?” she asked again.
He rolled his eyes, trying to resist her. He knew she simply wanted to find more occasions to wear this rather skimpy garment. Spyro, the purple dragon of legend? More like Spyro, the purple model for Cynder. In all honesty, she enjoyed him wearing the blue trunks more than he ever would. Plus, it was apparent that they both had opposite opinions of the speedo. Even now he wondered at how a small blue pair of trunks had been the catalyst of the fiasco just now. He forced that memory away, he didn’t want the evening ruined by an unpleasant moment.
Although… the idea of just the two of them, away somewhere seemed rather appealing to him. A place beyond prying eyes where he could just be himself. Sure, he could do that if he travelled back to visit his folks and Sparx, but his older brother would still tease. Not that he minded, but to be away from everything else sounded like a good idea. Deep down, he didn’t really mind the garment. There was just far too much social pressure that clung to him. The whole ‘acting like a reputable figure’ tolled at him and he sighed, feeling the stress try to seep back into him. His mind went back to her gaze, those pleading eyes staring back at him. He could tell what she wanted, and sighed to himself.
“Fine…I’ll do it…”
“Yes!” She giggled and smooched his neck again, grinning with glee.
“On one condition however…” he added.
“Heehee, what is it Spyro?”
“I’ll keep donning the speedo, but if I ever need help, you rescue me like just now…”
“…Deal,” she said, smiling, “I’ll bail you out and take us away…Just call for me, and I’ll hold your hand. Whoosh, and you’ll be safe.”
Cynder held his hand, giving him a reassuring look. He exhaled softly, feeling the stress fade and dissipate like smoke in the wind. She’d be there for him. If the public tried to invade on their privacy, she’d be there. Being no stranger to fear, she knew it was not a pleasant experience. She gave it another firm squeeze, and it seemed to comfort him even more, like all the tension was being pushed out. The two embraced once more, and she wrapped her wings round him, feeling his warmth radiate out. Another smooch to his cheek, and she let go, gesturing to him.
“Let’s go Spyro, I wanna have a bath~”
He nodded, and turned to head back with her.
She landed a fresh smack on his behind, making him flinch slightly. It jiggled, and she smirked, eyeing how plump it looked. She repeated it again, now filming to record how it bounced with her smacks. He simply sighed, walking on as she entertained herself with his ass.
“You like that eh?” He asked wryly.
“Of course I do. That ass is mine only…no one else’s~”
“Always has been, Cynder…always…” Spyro remarked, smiling in response.
She giggled, reaching the elevator with him, kissing as the doors closed.