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When you think about it, it's surprising how many waifu characters the Spyro series has.

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For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

AI Story - Enter the Rabbit Hole

The moon hung low over the Forgotten Realms, bathing the ancient stone ruins in silver light. Fireflies drifted like living stars through the warm night air, their soft glow catching on Bianca’s white fur as she stood at the edge of a crumbling balcony overlooking the quiet valley below. She had told Hunter she needed space tonight—some time alone to think, to breathe, to sort through the tangle of emotions that had been building since she first met Spyro again after all these years.

Spyro arrived silently, gliding down from the ridge above on wings that no longer carried the awkwardness of youth. He had grown—taller, broader across the shoulders, the lean muscle of a dragon who had fought gods and won. His purple scales gleamed like polished amethyst under the moonlight, and when he landed beside her, the stone vibrated faintly beneath his weight.

Bianca turned, ears flicking forward. “You’re late.”

“Had to make sure Sparx was asleep,” he answered, voice low and rougher than she remembered. “Didn’t want an audience.”

She laughed softly, a nervous little sound that betrayed the heat already pooling low in her belly. “You think I invited you here for polite conversation?”

Spyro stepped closer. The scent of him hit her first—warm leather, sun-baked stone, the faint metallic tang of dragonfire that never quite left his breath. It made her knees feel weak.

“No,” he said. “I think you invited me because you’ve been thinking about this since the night we got those eggs back. Since you looked at me and realized I wasn’t the same little dragon anymore.”

Bianca swallowed. Her tail twitched behind her. “And you? What have you been thinking?”

He reached out, claws gentle as they traced the line of her jaw. “That I want to hear you scream my name until you forget every other word in every language you know.”

Her breath caught. She didn’t pull away.

Instead she leaned in, pressing her muzzle to his in a kiss that started slow and exploratory—soft lips against scaled ones, the contrast making her shiver. Spyro growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through her chest, and the kiss turned hungry. Tongues met, hers small and pink and eager, his thicker, hotter, tasting faintly of smoke. She whimpered into his mouth when one of his hands slid down her back, claws catching lightly on the fabric of her dress.

“Take it off,” he murmured against her lips.

Bianca stepped back just enough to pull the orange fabric over her head in one fluid motion. It pooled at her feet like spilled sunlight. Beneath it she wore nothing but her fur and the heat of her own arousal. Her nipples were already hard, pink buds standing proud against white fur, and between her thighs she was slick, the scent of her musk rising to mingle with his.

Spyro’s pupils blew wide, black swallowing violet. “Fuck, Bianca…”

He didn’t wait for permission. He scooped her up with terrifying ease, one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back, and carried her deeper into the ruins to a wide stone ledge that had once been part of a temple floor. He laid her down on her back, cool stone against heated fur, and knelt between her spread thighs.

“Look at you,” he breathed, voice wrecked. His gaze raked over her body—breasts heaving, stomach fluttering, the glistening pink slit between her legs already swollen and dripping. “So fucking wet for me already.”

Bianca bit her lip, ears flattening in embarrassed pleasure. “Been thinking about you all day. Couldn’t help it.”

Spyro lowered his head and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. The texture was rougher than she expected—dragon tongue, ridged and hot—and she arched off the stone with a sharp cry.

“Oh—gods—Spyro—”

He didn’t let up. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, tongue flicking relentlessly while two thick fingers slid inside her, stretching her open. She was tight, so tight, and he groaned against her flesh at the way her walls clenched around him.

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock,” he growled, the vibration sending sparks up her spine. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

Bianca’s hands flew to his head spines, gripping hard. “Please—please, I need more—”

He gave her more. A third finger joined the first two, pumping slowly, curling to find that spot inside her that made her vision white out. His tongue never stopped, lapping and circling and pressing until she was shaking, thighs trembling around his head, breath coming in desperate little pants.

“I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Come,” he ordered, voice dark. “Come on my tongue, Bianca. Let me taste it.”

She shattered.

The orgasm hit like a thunderclap—back bowing, toes curling, a raw scream tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed around his fingers and flooded his mouth with slick. Spyro drank every drop, growling in approval, licking her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.

He pulled back slowly, muzzle glistening, eyes feral. “That’s one.”

Bianca laughed weakly, chest heaving. “You’re not done?”

“Not even close.”

He rose to his knees and finally let her see him.

His cock was massive—thick, ridged along the underside, the same deep purple as the rest of him but flushed darker at the tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, dripping in slow, viscous strings. Below it hung his balls, heavy and full, swaying slightly with each breath. The sheer size of him made her mouth go dry and her core clench again.

“Spyro…” she whispered, half awe, half trepidation. “That’s… that’s not going to fit.”

He smirked, wrapping one clawed hand around the base and stroking once, slowly. “It will. I’ll make it fit.”

He leaned over her, caging her with his wings half-spread, and kissed her again—deep, filthy, letting her taste herself on his tongue. At the same time he guided the blunt head of his cock to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her soaked folds, coating himself in her slick.

“Tell me you want it,” he rasped.

“I want it,” she gasped. “I want you inside me—please, Spyro, fuck me—”

He pushed in.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Bianca’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the thick head breached her, then inch after burning inch followed. The ridges dragged against her walls, lighting up every nerve, and when he finally bottomed out—balls pressed tight to her ass—she felt impossibly full, split open in the best way.

“Fuck,” Spyro groaned, forehead dropping to hers. “So tight. So perfect. You feel that? That’s me all the way inside you.”

Bianca could only nod, trembling. “Move—please move—”

He did.

Slow at first—long, deliberate drags out and in, letting her feel every ridge, every vein. Then faster. Harder. The wet slap of their bodies meeting echoed off the stone walls. Bianca’s claws raked down his back, leaving red lines on purple scales. Spyro snarled in pleasure-pain and fucked her deeper, hips snapping, balls smacking against her ass with every thrust.

“You like that?” he growled. “Like being fucked by a dragon?”

“Yes—yes—harder—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, driving even deeper. The new position let him grind against her clit with every thrust. Bianca’s cries turned incoherent—high, desperate, pleading.

“Spyro—Spyro—I’m gonna come again—gonna come on your cock—”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Milk me. Come so hard I can’t hold back.”

She did.

The second orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave—pussy clamping down like a vise, fluttering wildly around his thickness. She screamed his name, nails digging into his shoulders, back arching so hard she nearly lifted them both off the stone. Spyro fucked her through it, relentless, growling praise into her ear.

“Good girl—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”

When the spasms finally slowed, he didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. Bianca sobbed with pleasure, face pressed to the cool stone, ass high, tail wrapped around his thigh.

“Gonna fill you,” he panted. “Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll feel it for days.”

“Yes—please—breed me—fill me up—”

The words tipped him over.

Spyro roared—a primal, earth-shaking sound—and buried himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed, swelled, and then he came.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his shaft despite how tightly she gripped him. Bianca came again at the sensation—third orgasm ripping through her, weaker but no less intense, milking every last drop from him as she shuddered and whimpered beneath him.

They stayed locked together for long minutes, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and fluids. Spyro finally pulled out slowly, a gush of cum following, dripping down her thighs. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, wings folding around them both like a cocoon.

Bianca nuzzled into his chest, still trembling. “You… you weren’t kidding about ruining me.”

Spyro chuckled, low and satisfied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Told you.”

She smiled against his scales, already feeling the delicious ache between her legs, the warmth of his seed still inside her.

“Worth it,” she whispered.

The fireflies continued their lazy dance above them, and for the first time in years, the Forgotten Realms felt anything but forgotten.

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