Spyro slowly opened his eyes. "Ugghhh... w-where am I?" he thought. His vision was bright and blurry and seemed to be moving. The last thing he remembered was skate racing with some Rhynocs. He was on his final lap when he felt one of them come in from behind him and grab him, then darkness. He must have lost that race.
His vision began to come to. The first thing he could make out was the stone ceiling he was facing as he slid along the ground. "Hey what the-" Spyro stopped when he felt something restricting his mouth. He leaned forward and saw a rope tied around his muzzle to keep him from opening his mouth too wide. He also saw his legs all bound together tightly with the same type of rope, as well as his wings, while a large maroon Rhynoc was dragging him by his tail down a regal looking hallway.
"What's the big deal, belch breath?" the dragon snapped. The Rhynoc looked back to the dragon.
"Well da Sorceress wanted ta' get a good look atya Speero. So I's knocked ya into the mountain." he responded. Spyro's brows furrowed, "That's SPYRO bub! Spy-Ro! Get it right!" the purple dragon retorted.
The Rhynoc put a finger to his chin, "Yup! Dats what I said, Speero!" he echoed.
Spyro rolled his eyes, "Ugh, you're hopeless."
His captor opened a large golden door into a large open room. The Rhynoc turned around and picked Spyro up by his horns and brought him about.
"Well uh, here ya go your royal highness!" The idiot fumbled.
Spyro's eyes widened at the sight of a massive green and yellow reptilian woman sitting in a throne dressed in royal clothing. She was easily ten times his size! "Excellent work my minion!" she clapped. She stood up and walked closer and leaned down to Spyro.
"So, this is the legendary purple dragon i've heard so much about? Aren't you just the cutest little guy?" she teased.
"Gee well uhh, thanks Ms. Sorceress!" the Rhynoc said. The sorceress glared at him.
"No! Not you, you buffoon! Him!" she stated, pointing to Spyro. "Ohh... I sorry Ms. Sorceress.." he muttered.
Spyro grit his teeth, "Hey! I'm not cute, hippo butt!" he barked.
The sorceress flinched, "My, what a crude tone!" she said, putting a hand over her mouth. "I'm going to have to teach you manners little one."
Spyro chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that lady." he retorted. The sorceress put her hands to her hips, "Well then, you must be eager to start your new job."
Spyro gave a puzzled look. "Job? What job?" he asked.
The sorceress laughed, "Well the royal seat cushion of course!"
The dragon's looked turned to that of worry. "Royal seat cushion?! You're crazy!" he shrieked.
The sorceress clapped her hands and the Rhynoc shook his head. He walked over to the throne and laid Spyro out top of it on his back. "Y-Y-You aren't really gonna sit on me are you lady?" Spyro prayed.
A gigantic ass filled his field of view. "What do you think darling?" the sorceress asked rhetorically. Her wide naked ass stood a foot above him, shining with sweat and nearly visible clouds of musk and stink emanating off of it.
Spyro began to panic. "NO, WAIT! PLEASE DON'T SIT ON ME! PLEA- " the dragon's sentence was cutoff by the Sorceress settling her fat royal hindquarters down on top of the purple brat.
"Ahh, you are quite a comfortable little cushion my dear Spyro." the sorceress taunted, grinding her rump on top of her new cushion.
She looked up at her minion, standing in stupor. "What are you doing still standing here? Go back and guard the tunnels!" she commanded. "Uhh, yes your most royal highness!" he shouted, before running out of the room.
*GRRRRRRRR* A grumble roared from the sorceress' stomach. "Oh dear! It appears I have the need to relieve myself." she stated. The sorceress lifted her left leg up.
BRAAARRRT!
"Ahh! Always good to vent the royal posterior." the sorceress said, bringing her leg back down. PRRRRRT! "I'm sure you don't mind, right?" She gave her own booty a smack after releasing a second toot.
Spyro winced as he felt the warm air of the woman's fartS wash over him. The rotten stench of the cloud seeped into his nose and burned his senses. Of all the places he had been and all the awful situations he had been put through, this was the absolute worst of them all. Everything he had done, all for nothing. Was this his life now? Just a cushion for this fat lady to sit and fart on?
"You know, your attitude has been, hnnngh! Very disrespectful my dear little, ahhh! Spyro. You're really, hmmmphh! Getting less of a punishment than, hnnnnngh! You deserve here." the Sorceress explained, cutting several farts in between sentences.
She leaned back in her throne and settled all her weight on top of the now smelly Spyro that laid crushed under her bulk. "You'll have all the time in the world to learn some manners, little Spyro." the sorceress laughed, as the hallways of her castle were filled with the sound of her sloppy farts.
-GAME OVER-
