Brass Tacks awoke with a snort, feel warm, wonderful, and rather sticky. He yawned, and felt something large stroke his side. He opened his eyes and looked at Cindersoot. He squirmed, felt a brief moment of arousal, and then kissed her belly where he was laying.

“I know that I was asking for something permanent, but I have decided to let you go. If you wish to leave, you may do so, without harm or repercussion,” Cindersoot said.

“What?” Brass Tacks asked. “I don’t want to go… I want to stay with you…”

“Really? Do you think we could be happy?” Cindersoot replied.

“I can’t see why not… you sure seemed happy a little while ago,” Brass Tacks quipped.

“Do not play with my heart morsel,” Cindersoot growled.

“Don’t make me make you beg again,” Brass Tacks growled back.

Cindersoot looked down at the tiny pony on her belly. “You really are serious, you would stay with me,” she stated.

“I like you. A great deal. My kind are attracted to the biggest and most dangerous females, and here you are… the biggest and most dangerous female I have ever seen. I am at a good point in my career to settle down a bit,” Brass Tacks said.

“It gladdens me to hear you say that,” Cindersoot replied. “Because I have been fertilised from our coupling.”

“Oh,” Brass Tacks gasped. “OH SHIT!”

“Are you pleased?” she asked, a faint trace of insecurity in her voice.

“Of course I am pleased! I just rutted a dragon, lived to tell the tale, and now I am going to have awesome little monstrous offspring prove my claimns… I hope they don’t burn me,” he answered. “Where are we going to live?” he asked.

“We could live here,” Cindersoot offered.

“That might be nice, but I am expected at home,” Brass Tacks explained.

“I doubt your kind would accept me as readily as you have,” Cindersoot grumbled smokily. “But I would go with you to find out.”

“We could go back together, I know I could get them to listen to reason,” Brass Tacks replied. “And if they don’t, well, we will find someplace else.”

“You would do that for me?” the dragon queried.

“Well, we are a mated pair now, right?” the lunar pegasus questioned back.

The dragon made an odd sound and it took a moment for Brass Tacks to realised that what he was hearing was the sound of a happy dragon.

“I need a bath. I feel sticky and smell smoky,” he muttered. He planted another kiss on the dragon’s belly for good measure.

The water was cool and refreshing. The mismatched pair watched one another, one very tiny, one very gargantuan, as both of them bathed in a nearby river. Nothing bothered them… as there was nothing brave enough to bother a frolicking dragon and a lunar pegasus. The sun was starting to settle on the horizon.

As the night sky turned a faded indigo, the lunar pegasus took wing and the dragon followed after. Both soared through the sky effortlessly, both masters of flight, and both were graceful. They engaged in a mating dance midair, unpracticed, simply flying by instinct, swooping gracefully around one another. The pegasus broke away, hurtling off towards the distant horizon, and the dragon gave chase. The lunar pegasus looped and rolled, banked, then doubled back around, and the dragon matched him move for move. The lunar pegasus was able to pull off impossible airborne feats of flying using his echolocation, swooping in and around the much larger dragon.

It was the aerial dance of budding love.

Eventually, the pair grew weary and the dragon was content to glide using her several hundred foot wide wingspan. The lunar pegasus pony was happy to hitch a ride, resting on the dragon’s head and holding on to a horn.

As they flew, they talked, Brass Tacks shouting over the roaring wind into Cindersoot’s ear. They flew swiftly, the dragon a creature that could cover great distances in hours.

By midnight the pair were quite familiar with one another.

When dawn neared, they were flying over civilised lands, no doubt causing panic on the poor ponies below. Celestia might be waiting for them depending on how fast word might spread, as magic was faster than dragon flight.

As Brass Tacks had predicted, soon they had a group of Solar Guard escorts on each side, flying with them as they neared Canterlot. One of them shouted for the dragon to land, and to please not attempt to reach the city.

Wanting to leave a good impression, Cindersoot landed, still surrounded by solar pegasi. In the distance, another group of pegasi approached…

Celestia stood on a cloud at eye level with the dragon, staring at the dragon and Brass Tacks. She wasn’t quite sure what to say or do. There had never been a situation like this before.

“So let me get this straight. You two… are a mated pair?” Celestia asked. “How?”

“Well, I used my echolocation upon her giant clitoris and gnawed on it with my teeth, and while I was doing that I slipped her the pony making bone your Majesty,” Brass Tacks explained.

Celestia cringed.

“He was very loving and looked after my needs most attentively,” Cindersoot assured. “I don’t want to eat ponies, but I would like to watch them rutting.”

Celestia shuddered, still trying to get the mental image out of her mind. “I still don’t see how this is possible,” she said.

“I could show you-”

“NO!” Celestia screamed, interrupting Brass Tacks.

“Really, we wouldn’t mind offering a demonstration, that kind of turns me on actually,” Cindersoot admitted.

“NO NO NO NO!” the Monarch insisted.

“Aw,” Cindersoot replied sadly. “I was feeling the itch too. The idea of other ponies watching me sort of turns me on.”

“So you want to live among ponies, raise your young here, and you Cindersoot, you are willing to give an oath to guard Equestria?” Celestia re-instated.

“Yes,” both Cindersoot and Brass Tacks replied in unison.

“There are the vast caverns under Canterlot,” Brass Tacks suggested. “We could be happy there.”

“You must forgive me, this is all very difficult to take in,” Celestia apologised.

“Look, I going to have eggs soon. Very soon. Even now I can feel the itch to begin nesting. I want to settle down and raise my young among the better parts of their ancestry. Would you deny me that?” Cindersoot inquired bluntly.

“No. I do not think that I would,” Celestia stated. “As a Monarch to these ponies, I am very much a mother dragon in my own right.”

“Good. We understand one another. I want what is best for my young just like you do,” Cindersoot acknowledged.

“There will be a formal oath ceremony later. I will have unicorns create a safe opening into the caverns below Canterlot. Welcome to Equestria Cindersoot. Please do not abuse my trust,” Celestia stated.

“I understand your reservations, and I hope that you and I can be friends,” Cindersoot replied.

“Brass Tacks, your name will go down in legend… You are my dragon layer,” Celestia announced.

Author's Note

And done.

There might be a sequel, but I doubt it, seeing as how little interest this got.