Early the next morning

Ember managed to sneak into Spyro's room through the door of his balcony. She felt bad breaking into someone's room, but she reminded herself that it was Spyro, the dragon that broke Cynder heart.

With the book in hand, she uttered the spell silently. The air shimmered and returned to normal. The spell had been cast. She looked at Spyro and saw that he was still normal.

She didn't expect the spell to work right away, so she wasn't disappointed. As she made an attempt to leave, Spyro moaned and shifted in his sleep. Ember froze. She expected him to wake up and ask questions.

But he remained asleep and something unexpected happened. He was slaying on his back, legs spread apart, and his sheath bulged. His purple member emerged, growing hard and stiff, and mumbled in his sleep, smiling and thrusting his hips slightly.

Ember blushed, having a strange urge to suck it, but she decided against it and left.

Back in their shared room Cynder slept on, cot up in a strange mix of dreams where she was stuffed by Ember as Spyro looked on in shock and disgust. But the dream kept shifting as the rolls 'smeared' and suddenly she was being stuffed by Spyro while Ember was disgusted. Then it was Spyro getting stuffed by Cynder while Ember looked on in shock. And all of it continued to twist and blur together until Cynder couldn't even be sure who she was.

By the time Ember returned Cynder was just beginning to wake from a dream where she had three heads and two of them resembled Ember and Spyro. All of which, needless to say, left her a little bleary and blinking in confusion as Ember cuddled next to her under the blankets and briefly had Cynder looking around to her other side to see if Spyro would be there.

Of course he wasn't and Cynder felt the emotional hollowness return as her stomach gave a grumble like a disturbed beast.