"No, I think we need a different approach of communication." Said Cynder. "Let's try using hand signs!"
Spyro, eager to try this new approach started to make intricate gestures that seemed to imply "let me go". However, the serpent didn't care. He was the only one of his kind, and his species would soon go extinct if he didn't find a mate. These two, though young, seemed to be close to his shape... maybe mating would work with the female one. she was yelling something, obviously a means of communication with the other. He seems to be trying to tell me to let them go. he's starting to piss me off, snd he'll only be in the way if I mate with his girlfriend...
"...don't think he's paying any attenti-"
Squish! Spyro was suddenly crushed by the intense grip of the serpent, guts flying everywhere. blood oozed onto the serpents coil as he happily gorged himself on the remains of what had once been the legendary purple dragon.
Cynder, shocked by what had just occurred, let out a wail of dispair, tears flowing from her eyes. he was her only chance of ensuring the continuation of the dragon race. Now, she had no mate, and her species would go extinct. along with this was the emotional realization that her hero, and her rescuer was now dead. She had loved him, and now, because she had requested some moss for bedding, he was dead. She was so depressed, she hardly realized that she was being laid down, and her legs spread by the coils...
When Cynder finally realized what was happening, she began to worry, and looked up at the serpent with a look of disgust. it had just killed Spyro, and now it wanted to rape her! The serpent had now put itself into a position where it's large penis was angled with her Vagina, and the tip was touching it, giving her a strange feeling.
"Oh, no you didn-"
Slam! The Member had entered.