Cynder and Spyro were visiting the Dragon Lands in Equestria. Being around different groups of dragons was pretty interesting and the trip was rather fun. Considering how colorful the pony lands they passed by were, they were a little surprised by how rugged and spicy these dragon lands were. The differences in kingdoms probably should have been expected. They even dressed a lot more intensely then the pony folk seemed to.
Cynder was on a mission to just enjoy herself, feeling like taking time out to be on a little get together with Spyro should have been more than enough to elicit that kind of satisfaction. Spyro was more than happy to oblige, recognizing that she was most likely trying to adjust to life without having been under some lunatic’s control again.
As the two of them passed by while speaking about how unique these lands were, Cynder accidentally stepped on the foot of an orange dragon walking by.
“OW! Hey!” The orange dragon snapped. The two traveling dragons stopped in their tracks and turned to face her,ready to diffuse this with a simple apology. “Watch where you’re going, you weird Grape flavored looking tourists!”
Cynder raised a brow.
“Oh,” Spyro began to speak. “Sorry about th–”
“Was that supposed to be an insult?” Cynder interrupted him by sticking her hand out in front of him, prompting Spyro to look towards her a bit in confusion.
The orange dragon raised a brow as well, watching as Cynder approached her. “Yeah. I guess I shouldn’t compare you to a snack though. You don’t look all that appetizing.”
“I’d be too spicy for you anyway,” Cynder grinned. “What is it that you even eat?”
“Finely cut gems. What about you? Flowers? Poseys?” The slick sounding native to these lands kept teasing Cynder, prompting more responses from her. It seems something had started here and Spyro wasn’t going to be able to interject to stop the ladies from feuding.
He tried though.
“Uhm, excuse me Ms…?” Spyro asked.
“Smolder,” She rubbed her chest with her fist as she said her name. “My name is Smolder and that was my foot you stepped on actually. Can you tell I’m a bit annoyed by that?”
“We’re really so–” Spyro tried again but Cynder put up her finger to disrupt him.
“We can see that. A gallant, mature individual would accept the apology he was initially attempting to give and move on but I could tell by the tone of your voice that you weren’t going to go for that,” Cynder said, making it clear to Spyro that what he was trying to do was pointless. He seemed to skirt back a bit, realizing this was happening whether he wanted it to or not. She was technically acknowledging his attempt to deflate the situation though. So there’s that.
“You’re going to talk about maturity while engaging in the same thing you’re claiming is immature eh?” Smolder responded, teeth gritted in a cocky smirk.
“I could just tell the instant you spoke that you had the voice of a little bab. It’d be lost on you to try and do anything else. I’ve got a good nose for sniffing those kinds of people out,” Cynder said as she got closer.
Smolder was fully facing her now, puffing up her chest so that the two of them were literally planted against one another and leering into the others eyes. By now a small crowd of dragons had formed and they were getting excited. It didn’t take much for dragons to start fighting and whenever it did it usually meant a show was going to happen.
Spyro sat back, watching as these two began trying to assert dominance over one another.
“Making yourself taller by standing on those squinty hind legs of yours isn’t going to do anything,” Smolder chuckled. “Maybe try a little harder at growing up yourself before you make comments about people’s maturity.”
“Girly, you have no idea how much growing up I’ve had to do,” Cynder’s response was snide but targeted well. “I’ve had to deal with being brainwashed and corrupted by the dark magic of an evil dragon. I probably would still be in that situation had the kind boy behind me not stepped in.”
“Oh really?” Smolder tilted her head, seemingly interested in the story. She didn’t really care all that much about this developing feud but it was fun pretending she did just so she could have an excuse to get into a little bout of “friendly” competition. As such, she doubled down. “Well then that just proves how much of a loser you are right? I mean, if you were so easily dominated like that then maybe that kind boy behind you might be better off with someone else?” Smolder grinned, doing a bit of an eyebrow spasm and a grin.
What she was suggesting was pretty clear and it made all the other dragons around hoot and holler like a grand verbal slam was just made. Spyro seemed embarrassed but Cynder remained smiling.
“That’s an interesting theory,” Cynder spoke up. “Well then, if I’m so easy to dominate it must be way worse for you considering it wouldn’t take much for me to dominate you at all.”
“Pfft!” Smolder sputters her lips but also caught onto the hooting and hollering that happened as a result of that comeback. “Really now?”
“Really, really,” Cynder nodded. “I could easily dominate you without any special magic. Or magic at all.”
Smolder’s face shifted to looking confused just then. That was a rather intense insult.
“How in the world are you going to manage th–!” Smolder began right before Cynder slithered behind her and began tickling her sides!
“BWAH?!” Smolder jerked about, reacting with shock and awe. The fast claws of the confident purple dragon she just met glided up and down her body with an impressive amount of precision. She was going really fast and hitting all the points on her body that elicited the most intense of ticklish sensations!
Smolder scrunched up her face, dancing in place and squirming about but in a way that felt hard to properly move away. Her joints and body in general were becoming confused by the ticklish sensation. All the movements she attempted to make were just as confused as well which resulted in her stomping about but not going anywhere.
She tried not to laugh but soon, very soon in fact, fell apart!
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Smolder burst into a bug-eyed, mouth open, teary face ridden expulsion of laughter that saw all the watching dragons start laughing and pointing too. The look on her face was ridiculous. How could they not?
Cynder keeps it up as she laughs, loving the sound of it and finding it just as funny but her calm composure is providing a wonderful contrast to Smolder which was no doubt making her look and feel more embarrassed and silly. She then increased the speed and pressure a bit, successfully making Smolder squeal like a little piglet! She couldn’t take it anymore after that.
“I-I’M SORRY! I LOSE! I ADMIT IT! DEFEAT! ADMIT D-DAGAGH! DEFEAT! HAHAHA! PLEASAHAHAHAHA! STAAHAHAAP!” Smolder’s broken words were amusing and it was a true sign of her loss that she was begging for mercy now. However, Cynder wished to drive the point home and continued going without a sound of acknowledgement of this surrender.
Smolder’s laughter increased amongst the sea of other laughing dragons. Eventually, her dancing saw to it that she was no longer in control of her body. Her bladder let itself go as a result and she wet her pants in front of everyone!
Of course, the torrent of laughter only increased for everyone around. This actually surprised Cynder, if you could believe it.
It was only here where she finally stopped. However, she wasn’t done. Now that this had happened, how could she be?
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