Decisions Decisions

Five years had passed, since Anon had made his fateful decision, and he couldn’t be happier. Having steeled his resolve and informed his friends of his choice, things had worked out surprisingly smoothly. Not a single one of his companions had abandoned him, taking his selection in stride. As time passed and the various students graduated, he kept in contact with everybody; it wasn’t that difficult either, considering most of them lived in or near Ponyville. Hell, Twilight had even decided to free Cozy Glow, although she was placed in the newly minted Friendship Gulag near the Crystal Empire.

After finishing up with her studies at the School of Friendship, Smolder and Anon had gotten a place for themselves in Ponyville. The man had kept his job as a janitor, doing what he could to support the household, while his scaled bride had taken a somewhat unique occupational selection. She’d developed a keen interest in cartography and navigation, during her senior year, and committed herself to becoming an airship captain with open arms.

…

“Sweet Celestia, that storm was a major pain in the ass to get through,” Smolder groaned, plodding through the door and into the foyer. “Anon, you home?” she called out, peeking into the living room.

Drawn by the lilting tones of his wife’s somewhat gravelly voice, Anon scurried from the kitchen. He’d gotten word that she’d decided to pilot through a typhoon two days prior, leaving him on edge ever since. Rushing through the house, spying his winged lover loping into the den, he flung himself upon her.

“Don’t you ever do that kind of stupid shit again,” he grumbled, wrapping her in a bear hug.

Shortly after Anon had chosen her to be his mate, Smolder had hit some sort of crazy draconic growth spurt. More than doubling in size, in less than a year, she’d sprouted to nearly his height - well, if you didn’t count her horns. Standing straight, the top of her frilled head came to rest just below his eyes, leveling the playing field for their physical affection towards one another. It wasn’t really a problem though; as far as he was concerned, there was simply more of her to love.

“I told you I’d be fine,” Smolder groaned, halfheartedly wriggling in his grasp.

“I don’t care what you told me,” Anon sighed. Hooking a finger under her chin, he gently raised her face upwards. “It’s bad enough that you’re gone for days at a time, so the last thing I need is the added worry,” he whispered, tenderly pressing his lips to hers.

Caught off guard, Smolder’s pupils shrank to razored slits, her cheeks went a brilliant crimson, and her heart skipped a beat. Regardless of how often the man had expressed his feelings for her, the act of being doted upon always wound up getting her flustered. Wrapping one arm around his back, she pulled him close and reciprocated the kiss.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to lose the best piece of scaled tail this side of the badlands,” she retorted, pulling away and slipping one hand to his rump. Something about the way he looked after her almost always got her fire going, even if it wasn’t usually his intent.

“Says the girl who’s got lone rights to the sole human in Equestria,” he teased, reaching down and giving her bottom a squeeze. Sinking his fingers into the sumptuous reptilian ham, he thanked his lucky stars that she’d ended up a bit thicker than the reigning dragon ruler.

Smolder giggled, enjoying the sensation of his grasp on her tush. Being paired with someone and not having to worry about claws or talons had its benefits - ones she’d grown increasingly fond of over the years. Retracting her head and pursing her lips, she exhaled a heart-shaped smoke ring around his face.

“You get a chance to talk to Twilight?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, about that, she said she’d be fine if it was only a few days a month,” Anon responded, blowing the wispy fumes away.

“A few days? What the hell does that mean? The school isn’t the only place that needs a top-tier janitor,” Smolder rebuked, her mood souring ever so slightly.

Having a regular custodian on her ship was only part of why she wanted Anon to join her crew. There was no denying that having her lover at arm’s reach, while she sailed the skies, would make her job exponentially more pleasant. As things stood, she was away for two or three days a week; it was slightly inconvenient, but it paid well and she adored the freedom it afforded her.

“Try not to get bent out of shape about it,” he whispered, leaning in and draping his head over her shoulder. “You worried some other girl will swoop in and steal your precious, two-legged treasure while you’re away…?”

The word sent a shiver up Smolder’s spine. In every conceivable way, Anon was her prized possession. Though it hadn’t been a true competition to win his heart, she considered herself a victor amongst her peers. Covetous draconic nature aside, she was absolutely smitten with him and couldn’t picture herself being with anyone else.

Pushing herself away, she grabbed his hand and stomped towards the bedroom. “We can go talk to Twilight after…” she murmured, hauling the man behind herself.

“A...after what?” Anon blurted. He’d been with her long enough to recognize the signs. Her tone, her pace, that flash he’d seen in her eyes; he’d inadvertently pressed a button and was about to suffer the consequences.

Stopping in her tracks and wheeling around to face him, Smolder rammed Anon’s back against the wall. Stepping in, bringing her hand to his loins, she delicately groped his package through the denim of his jeans. “After I remind you who you belong to,” she purred, gingerly nibbling his neck.

The sensation of her fangs dancing over his flesh, and of his hardening equipment in her taloned grip was too much to bear. As she’d gotten bigger, more easily manhandling him in the bedroom, his appetite for her domineering side had blossomed to nigh fetishistic levels. Grinning down at her, he couldn’t help but add a bit more fuel to the fire.

“Who do I belong to again? I don’t quite remember…” he mockingly noted.

“That’s how it is, huh? Trust me, once I’m done, the whole town will be able to smell who put a ring on it,” Smolder chuckled, releasing his crotch and lifting his forearm; a platinum band lie nestled on his ring finger, mirroring one on her left hand.

And with that small reminder, the two began passionately making out in their living room.. Years ago, before they’d ever met one another, neither one of them would have figured their lives would take such an extraordinary turn, yet they couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome. Their happily-ever-after was everything they could ever dream of, outshining any possibility of what could have been…