Spyro snorted angrily as he stared down at the squirming green dragon pinned by his purple claws. He was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the green dragon squirming in his grip, remembering all that FT did to him. The once-powerful looking dragon now looked like a weak, whimpering whelp, trying his hardest to push the strangely strong Spyro off him.

The purple dragon lowered his head and pressed his nose to FT's chest. With his tongue outstretched, the dragon both licked and sniffed the captured dragon from his chest and right up to his own nose. He purred and drooled, licking his scaly purple lips. Images of what he could do to the dragon filled his head as he stared, glaring into the green dragon's fear-filled eyes. FT's struggles grew stronger, and Spyro knew he had to act fast. He had to decide what to do. He could rape FT as he was, in the missionary position, or he could flip FT over onto all fours and mount him doggy style. Both sounded good, and both had the potential for FT to escape, but if he didn't act soon, he might not have the chance to do either!