A dragon with an interesting friendship

Celestia POV

She galloped through the castle’s corridors, hoping that her casual dismissal of what was the largest dragon she had ever seen would not end in violence or worse. As she neared the entrance to the palace after what felt like an eternity, she heard a name she would never forget.

“I am Smaug the terrible, chieffest and greatest calamity of the age, burner of Dale, bane of Durins folk, scorcher of the Woodlin realm and king under the mountain.”

That list of titles told me one thing, he was a cataclysmic threat. As I emerged from the gates of the palace, the sun did not greet me as expected. Instead I was shrouded in shadow, as I looked up to see why i shaw the face of a dragon. His eyes glared at me in what I could only presume was anger at my blatant disrespect towards him, i steeled myself for what was likely going to be one of the most important diplomatic talks in my reign.

“So you are the princess how would dare claim my mountain.” His voice rumbled like a rock slide, I cleared my throat and began what I hope was the correct response.

Smaug POV

“So you are the princess how would dare claim my mountain.”

“That would be correct.” Her honesty ever so slightly caught me by surprise.

”Tell me, what made you think my mountain was yours.” I ensured my voice was as deep and menacing as I could make it, the effect was immediate as multiple of the guards flinched at my words. As well as seeing the slightest bit of nervousness in Celestia’s eyes.

“In the Canterlot archives there is no record of anyone or anything owning that mountain for more then a thousand years.” I do know that Smaug was about 6000+ years old, so I’ll go somewhat off that.

“The bases of that assumption presumes I am younger then a thousand years.While I do not know how long my deep slumber was, my last count puts me a bit more than six millennia.” my voice is now back to my more casual tone of voice, which in its own right is still quite intimidating. But nonetheless I see Celestia’s face go blank at that. But if there is anyone as old as I say I am I need some way to explain why they would not know me.

“But do be mindful that my deep slumber could have lasted between five hundred years and five hundred millennia, but judging by the change in land and species that walk it. I would say it would be closer to five hundred millennia” she is shocked by the numbers I have told her, I can see it in her eyes. But with the experience of the timeless diplomat she is, she swiftly regains her composure.

“You may be of that age, but how can you prove you that you have not moved into that mountain recently.” I sigh at that, I really didn’t want to go down this route.

“ I do not believe you understand the curtesy I am showing you.” I bring my head down to her level and speak in my scariest voice once more.

“ the only reason you and this city has not ended in fire and brimstone, is that I have made friends with one of your ponies and I would hate to see her sadness at the death of you and untold thousands.” I wouldn’t actually do that, but she doesn’t need to know that. I see as the slightly false reality of the situation I made sets in for her.

“With that said I would hate for our first meeting to end in such a bitter manner, so I shall leave you with two things to think about. As long as no pony bothers me or my mountain, I dare say we could have a good friendship and laugh about this first encounter over tea. Lastly if your land is ever in true danger, you may call on my aid in your time of need” That was my olive branch I would offer her and hope that she would never try to call my bluff. Celestia just kind of stood there attempting to process the information she had just been given.

“Farewell” I turn to leave, but just before I fly away I here a quiet.

“Goodbye” That brings a smile to my face and I leap into the air.

I soar into the sky and breach the clouds. I sail above the clouds towards my mountain, after all I can’t keep my friend waiting. I spiral down towards the gate and swiftly open and close them behind me, as I stroll into my hoard I see my friend perched precariously atop one of the gold piles. I sneak up behind her, as quiet as a cat stalking its pray. I am but an inch from the back of her head, then a say.

“Boo!” she flails and slides down the slides down the side of the hill of gold, I laugh uncontrollably as she splutters to her feet. Gold coins falling from her hair.

“Are you alright, did she hurt you” even after scaring her she still shows such kindness, she is the greatest friend a dragon like me could ever ask for.

“Yes, huh. I am fine, all I did was have a conversation with the princess.” I stop my laughter at her words and reply with reassurance, she has a habit of worrying to much over little things. She then lowers her head and shifts her hooves nervously, I know this action well. This specific body language means she is going to ask me something she thinks is outrageous, even though I have done it many times before and will continue to do so as long as it makes her happy.

“Can you do the scary voices in a new book I just got.” To be totally honest her nervousness makes her look absolutely adorable.

“it would be my pleasure.”

2 hours and several chapters later

The plucky protagonist of this model had just snuck into a Minotaur camp be wearing a necklace that changed them into the form of a Minotaur and I could not help but voice my opinion.

“How would such a magical device even function” I was brought to this assumption by the wealth of knowledge I have gathered throughout the past year, from the books Fluttershy had left with me to stave off my boredom when she was not here. At this Fluttershy spotted reading and turned her head to look back at me.

“Those necklaces are real, but really expensive and only made at a single workshop in Canterlot.” At this new information my mind raced, if such an artifice could truly be made. I could visit her house and finally actually share a pot of tea with her, if the necklace could shrink me down to such a size. But I could hope.

”Fluttershy I would ask you a favour, that would put me in your deepest debt.” her head tilted to the side, confusion written on her face.

“I would ask you to go to Canterlot and purchase one of these necklaces for me, so I may dawn the disguise.” she stays confused for a moment, but then realises what that means and beams a smile at me that could have killed lesser dragons before saying.

“Of course, that’s what friends are for.” She is truly to kind.

2 days after the necklace was delivered

Fluttershy had dropped off the transformation necklace with Smaug and then headed home because it was getting late. She thought Smaug would show up the next day but didn’t, so she guest she would have to wait till the next usual meet up for tea. That thought was running through her head when someone nocked at the door, this was unusual but nothing to worry about except the social interaction that she had to get used to by the other ponies apparent need to interact with her. So when she opened the door she didn’t expect any surprises, she was severely mistaken.

What stood in her doorway was a stallion, nothing to unusual so far. The fact he stood nearly seven feet from hoof to head , taller than the princesses, but still not drastically weird. Neither was his deep red coat or his large wing, even for a Pegasus his size. What was weird was his yellow eyes with cat like black vertical slits, also the fact he was a pleasure on the eyes was a bonus.

“Hello Fluttershy.” his voice was very deep, but had a smoothness that made It a pleasure to listen to. Then she realised she recognised the voice and smiled her best smile.

“Hi Smaug, can I offer you a cup of tea” This made him smile, showing a set of razor sharp teeth she had grown so fond of seeing.

Until next time dear reader, it has been my pleasure.