Author's Notes:

This chap contains Male on futa and some roleplay.

Sweetie 6 let out a contented sigh as she pulled her clothes off. It was sunset and the young siren desperately needed to get her scales wet. Clothes only made swimming hard. She dove in, letting out a of hum approval as her gills opened up, allowing her to take in a gulp of water. Her tail moved up and down in a smooth motion as she swam among a school of tiny, silver fish. The sea was hers and she felt right at home in it.

She smiled, watching the fish swim about her. She had no idea if the original Sweetie had a hidden love of the sea or if it was just innate in sirens, but she loved it. It made her special, apart from the other, non-aquatic Sweeties. Then, she heard a splash not too far from her and saw a dark shape grab a fish right out of the water and returned to the surface.

She blinked, coming to a stop, she internally debated on whether she should investigate, swim away, or just plain go home. She didn’t debate for long as she felt something grab her and haul her out of the water. She let out a yelp and struggled against whatever was grabbing her.

“Lemme go!” She pleaded, wishing that she had magic for once in her short life.

“What the fuck? You’re not a fish.” A gruff voice said from right behind her.

“Of course I'm not a fish!” She shouted, flailing around. “Now put me down!”

“H-hey! Stop flailing!” One of her fists hit her captive’s wing, sending them both crashing down into the water. Sweetie kicked away, dragging herself onto shore. She took a breath, looking back at the water. A moment later, a white scaled dragon washed ashore in a heap. His spines were a jet black and looked sharp. He let out a groan as his wings twitched. “Oh Faust are you okay?” She asked, scrambling over to him.

“I’m fine,” he said, getting up and showing her his deep green eyes. “Just hit my head on a rock during the fall.”

“Why did you grab me?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“I was fishing,” he answered. “I got hungry and there’s plenty of fish in the sea after all.”

“I'm not a fish!” She huffed, glaring at him.

“I figured that out pretty quick but my eyes were closed when I dove in the water,” he said.

She sighed, looking him over. “You sure you're okay?”

“Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna get back to fishing.” He tried to flap his wings, only to wince. “Gah! I must’ve hurt my wings in the fall.”

“You just lay down okay?” She asked, easing him back down. “I’ll get your fish.”

“You don’t gotta do that,” he grumbled, laying his chin on his arms.

“I hurt your wing,” she argued, “It's only fair.”

“Fine, do whatever you want.” A puff of smoke came out of his nostrils. “Not like I’m gonna stop you.”

She nodded, diving back into the water. It took her some time, but eventually, she caught him a nice pile of fish.

“Thanks, but you might wanna stand back. Unless you’re like me and are fireproof.”

She did as he asked and he blew out a jet of white hot flames onto the pile, cooking the fish in an instant.

“I’m...” she went to introduce herself before letting it die in her throat. She wasn't about to say Sweetie 6 and she had yet to think of a new name.

“I’m Razor Wing,” he introduced, grabbing a fish off the pile and popping it in his mouth.

“It's nice to meet you.” she smiled, sitting down next to him.

He swallowed the fish and asked, “So what’s your name?” He grabbed another fish.

“Well... uh...” she frowned, rubbing the back of her neck.

He swallowed the fish again. “What, don’t wanna tell me your name?”

“No!” She said, shaking her head quickly. “I just... haven't thought of one...”

“Usually that’s your parents’ job,” he joked with a chuckle.

“You’d think...” she smiled sheepishly.

“Well then how about I give you one?” He asked, looking her up and down. “I’m thinking Sweet Chime.”

“Sweet Chime?” She asked, blinking at the name.

“Well, you’re a siren so you all have a music thing in your names and it was sweet of you to get me the fish, so I thought Sweet Chime would be a fitting name.”

“That's... really smart!” She beamed at him. “So from now on I’m Sweet Chime!”

“Glad you like your name.” He ate another fish. “Normally I’m not the best at that kinda thing.”

“Neither am I,” she giggled. “Do you fish here often?”

“Yeah, I came out here a year or so ago. I had to get away from Torch. He’s got nothing but rocks for brains,” Razor said. “I like it here, warm all year long and plenty of food.”

“The water is really nice too.” She relaxed, gazing out over the water. “I can go about a week out of water, so I try to go swimming every night.”

“Dragons swim in lava all the time so that water felt cold to me at first,” he said with with a chuckle. “I was a shivering mess for the first few days I was here.” She chuckled with him, turning her gaze to the fish.

“Can I have a few of those?”

“Why are you asking if you can have some of the fish you caught?” He grinned at her.

“I caught them for you first,” she commented, grabbing one of the small ones. She took a bite, humming from the taste.

“Still don’t have to ask. What, did you think I’d snap my jaws on your hand if you tried taking one?” He snapped his jaws closed in demonstration.

“Maybe?” She asked with a sheepish chuckle.

“Nah, I never bite the hand that feeds me,” he joked. “But, can’t blame ya for thinking that way, dragons don’t have the best reputation at the moment.”

“I think you're pretty great,” she assured, patting his side.

“So are you,” he replied. “Not many people would feed someone that confused them for a fish.”

“Not your fault,” she said, waving him off. She realized they were both naked before tossing the thought away. Clothes were mostly an inconvenience for her now.

“So, are you the only siren around here?” Razor asked, grabbing another fish.

“Yeah, it’s just me.” She nodded. “I promise I won't brainwash you.”

“And I promise not to confuse you with other forms of aquatic life again,” he joked, smiling. She smiled back, letting out a giggle. “I like your laugh,” he commented, taking the last fish. “It’s cute.”

“Thanks...” she blushed, a smile on her face.

“So, do you do anything in that town nearby?” He asked, swallowing the fish.

“I own a sweets shop in town,” she explained, “It doubles as a club during the night.”

“Sounds like an interesting place,” he said. “I’d drop in, but ponies are so uptight about clothing. I mean, it’s not like my genitals are showing or anything.” He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Heh... yeah.” she nodded, making a point to cross her legs.

“Do you like your job and everything?” Razor asked, looking in her eyes.

“I love it~” she beamed. “You could say candy making runs in the family.”

“Glad to hear it.” He matched her smile. “And I bet a cute siren like you already has a mate.”

“Me?” she blushed, fidgeting a little. “Oh no, I’m single.”

“I’m shocked,” he stated. “A beautiful and sweet thing like you being single should be a crime.”

“You’re just saying that....” she blushed, looking away from him.

“I’m really not,” he assured her. “If I were your typical dragon, I’d have carried you back to my cave by now and claimed you for myself.”

“Claimed me?” she asked, sneaking a look at him.

“Taken you as my mate,” he clarified.

“What’s stopping you?”

“I’m not your typical dragon,” he said, getting closer to her. “I don’t want to take my mates by force. I want them to want me as I want them.”

“Well aren’t you the gentledrake?” she teased, giving him a smile.

“I really just want to reject everything Torch stands for,” he told her, smiling back.

“You know, I heard Princess Twilight is dating a dragon.”

“Ha, a princess and a dragon!” Razor let out a deep laugh. “I bet Torch would be fuming if he heard about that.”

“You didn’t know? From what my... ‘sister’ in Ponyville tells me, Torch stepped down. His daughter Ember took his place,” Sweet explained.

“I ignored the call when it came and waited for the itching to pass,” he explained. “But I’m glad he’s gone. Though, I think I’ll keep living out here. I’ve grown attached to this place.”

“I agree, it’s pretty nice. The sand gets all warm during sunrise, makes it perfect for warming up in the morning.”

“I’ve done that a lot too,” he said with a warm smile.

“Look at that, we already have something in common.” she beamed, sliding closer to him.

“We also like roasted fish,” he pointed out with a chuckle, putting an arm around her.

“Oh yeah, that too.” she nodded, leaning on his side.

“I feel like I owe you for the fish,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Perhaps I could help you in your candy shop? Or I could be a bouncer for your club at night?”

“I could use a bouncer...” she rubbed her chin. “I can’t pay you in gems but, I can give you all the candy you want. Within reason.”

“Deal,” he said with a nod. “I’ll keep the riff-raff in line.”

“Excellent! Though, as much as I understand your aversion to clothes, ya at least gotta wear pants.”

“I figured as much.” He sighed. “Oh well, I can put up with it to pay my debt to you.”

“It won’t be so bad,” she assured him, rubbing his chest.

“Of course, I’ll get to keep seeing you,” he said. “That’s worth wearing those damnable things.”

“I’ll need to take your measurements...” Sweet gazed at his waist. “I know a pony who can do your tailoring.”

“Lead the way, I’ll defer to your judgement on this sort of thing.” Razor nodded at her. She reluctantly pulled away from him, diving back into the water. She emerged onto the other side, pulling her clothes on. He stood up, walked over to her and put his arm back around her. “So who’s this tailor you know?”

“Oh she doesn’t live in town. I’ll just take your measurements and order you a uniform through the mail.” She led him through the more vacant streets, taking him to her apartment.

“I like your place,” he said, looking around, “it’s cozy.”

“Thanks.” she grinned up at him, closing her door. “It’s a good thing you’re not huge yet.”

“That won’t happen unless I claim a large hoard for myself,” he explained. “I can stay at this size the rest of my life if I want.”

“Huh, I did not know that.” she moved over to a cabinet, rummaging around in it. “Aha! There we go!” She moved back over to him, a measuring tape in her hands. “Mind posing for me?”

“Do what you need to, boss.” He held his arms outstretched at his sides for her.

She giggled softly, going through the motions, getting him to pose every so often to take a certain measurement. When she was finished she put the written measurements away and turned back to him with a smile.

“Perfect, now it’ll take… I’ll guess a week or so for your uniform to arrive,” Sweet stated. “It’s getting pretty late, why don’t you stay here tonight?”

“Alright, I can stay on your couch.” He hopped onto her sofa and laid down on his stomach. “Thanks for this.”

“You don’t have to take the couch you know.” She moved over to her bedroom, winking at him. He grinned and rushed after her.

“You really are sweet to offer your bed to someone you just met,” he said, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She giggled, nuzzling his neck.

“Only to those I like~” She swished her tail, leading him to her bed.

“If that’s the case, then I won’t feel guilty about doing this.” He leaned in and stole a kiss as they laid down on the bed. She returned it, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened their kiss, his tongue coiling around hers.

“You taste like a grill,” she teased, breaking the kiss.

“And you taste like fish,” he shot back, nipping her neck. She winced, pulling away slightly.

“Please be careful of the gills.”

“Sorry.” He winced as well. “Not used to doing this with someone that has those.” He kissed her nose. “I’d never want to hurt you.”

She giggled, kissing him back. “No worries.” Sweet slid her hands up his back, rubbing at the base of his wings. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, that really helps the ache I was feeling.” He then slid his hands under her shirt. “Here, let me return the favor.” He grabbed her breasts and started to gently knead them. She moaned, pressing against him, causing something to poke at his leg.“Sweet… um… what’s poking me?” He asked, looking down at her gently.

“Oh crap...” she muttered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Sweet, just tell me,” he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “You won’t scare me away.”

“Um...” she fidgeted, not sure what to tell him.

“Sweet, I promise that I won’t run off no matter what you tell me,” he told her, staring deep into her eyes. She stared back, gently taking his hand, sliding it into her pants. He felt around for a moment or so, causing her to squirm. “So… you have both sets of genitals?” he asked, not looking away from her eyes.

“Yeah... I got a dick and uh...” she rubbed her neck. “.... yeah, a vagina.”

“Well, I don’t think this changes much,” Razor said after a moment of thought. “You’re still beautiful.”

“Really?” She asked, looking up at him.

He just smiled and pulled her into another passionate kiss. Sweet closed her eyes, pulling him down against her. He took his claw and ran it down her shirt, removing the offending article without pulling away from their kiss.

She pulled away, giving him a mock glare. “That cost money ya know.”

“You look better without it anyway,” he told her, licking his lips at the sight of her exposed bust. She giggled, grabbing his head and guiding it to her nipples. He took one in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the nub of flesh while he grabbed the other with his claw.

“Oh yeah, that's the ticket...” she moved her hand down, rubbing at his crotch. He moaned around her nipple as his erection emerged from his scale covering. “Oh wow that's big...” she ran her hand along it, using her other hand to remove her pants.

He pulled off her nipple for a moment and groaned. “Mmm, your hand is so soft.” He let out a rumbling purr-like sound. She grinned, giving it a squeeze. “You know, a thought occurs to me.” He returned to kneading her breasts, tugging her nipples every so often.

She moaned, her nipples hardening. “Man you're amazing...”

“I aim to please.” Razor moved one of his hands down, reaching beneath her balls to run a claw along her lower lips. “You’re already wet down here,” he teased.

“Amazing lovers tend to do that.” She winked, licking her lips. He smirked down at her and pinched her clit.

“Tell me what you want little siren~” he ordered, teasing her slit with his claw. She let out a squeak, wriggling her hips. “Use your words,” he growled, pinching her clit.

“You’re so horrible,” she whined, looking away from him.

“If I’m so horrible, I can leave.” His smirk grew and he threatened to pull his claw away.

“N-no!” She shook her head furiously.

“Then tell me what you want.” He licked his lips and went back to teasing her folds.

“I want you, the big ferocious dragon to ravish your captive songstress.”

“There’s a good girl.” He slipped a finger into her folds. “Get on those knees.” she did as instructed, lifting her tail for him. “You’re perfect.” He placed his claws on her ass cheeks and buried his tongue deep into her lower lips. She let out a rolling moan, gripping her sheets. He hummed happily from her sweet taste, twirling his tongue around her inner walls.

“D-do this often?” She asked, looking back at him. His only answer was to rub his snout against her clit as he continued to eat her out. She bit her lip, Some of her pre dripping onto the bed. She then gasped, surprised as she felt his claw wrap around her length and slowly stroke her as his tongue never stopped teasing her depths.

“Your hand is so rough...” she shivered, squeezing her eyes shut. He gathered up her pre and used it as a lube to make his strokes smoother. “I'm so keeping you...” This caused him to pick up his pace, his hand moving in a blur while his tongue contorted in seemingly impossible ways. “Oh Faust I’m close...” He didn’t let up, his eyes closing as he worked. Sweet let out a cry of pleasure, her head turning up to the ceiling as she came. She collapsed onto the bed, covering his hand in cum. He drank all of her femcum, pulling away from her and licking his lips.

“Mmm, you taste incredible. Why don’t you tell me how this tastes?” Razor held his cum coated claw to her face. She blushed, looking between it and his face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” He gave her a stern look. She gulped, starting to lick his hand clean. “Good girl.” He smiled and stroked her mane as she licked up every drop. She blushed, her head crest shifting at his touch. “So, what did you think of the taste?”

“Tastes like sea salt.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to remember that. Now, can you keep going?” he asked, subtly indicating his throbbing erection.

“Course I can big guy~” she smirked, shaking her hips.

“Good, I wanna see what a siren and dragon half-breed looks like~” he teased, grabbing her by the hips and prodded her folds with his tip.

“I imagine a sea serpent,” she replied, bucking against his hips.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” he asked, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. She gasped, throwing her head back. He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a passionate kiss as he pulled his hips back and slammed them into her again. She moved her hips back against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around hers, quickly dominating the kiss. He then grabbed her chest, kneading the orbs as he rammed his length into her.

She submitted to him, giving him a wink. He got the message and growled at her and thrusted even harder.

“Good siren, bear my young!” he boomed, squeezing her chest.

“M-my family will get you for this!” She whimpered, getting into character.

“Good,” he draped himself over her back and nipped her ear. “I can add them to my hoard. All of you will have matching baby bumps.” She let out another whimper, her ear frills sagging. “I wonder if sirens produce milk?” He wondered aloud. “If you do I will have to sample it.”

“As if!” She made a show of covering her breasts, glaring at him. Razor let out a condescending laugh.

“You don’t have a choice, you’re mine now. I will take from you as I please.”

“I-I’ll sing!” She threatened, trying to sound tough.

“Then do it,” he retorted, slowing his thrusting. “I’ll make you a deal, if you can do it, I’ll leave you alone. But if you can’t, you’re mine, no complaints.”

“W-what?” She asked, staring at him with wide eyes.

“You heard me,” he said, giving her ass a swat. “Now sing for me, do it!” She yelped, wincing. She took a deep breath before trying to sing. All that came out was a long, shaky moan as she dripped on the bed.

She gulped, quickly trying again. And again, she only moaned, clutching the bed sheets as her whole body shuddered. “W-What did you do to my voice?!”

“Nothing, your body is just telling you the truth.” He smirked down at her. “You love being dominated by your dragon. You want to swell with my young, to do as I tell you.”

“N-no way!” She denied, shaking her head.

“Then why are you leaking all over the bed?” He asked, reaching down and giving her dick a gentle squeeze. She gasped, wriggling her hips in an attempt to free her trapped appendage. Razor held fast and stroked her length in tandem with his thrusts. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You're messing with my head!” She denied.

“With what magic?” Razor asked with a laugh. “I’m a dragon, we don’t do magic.”

“I-I don't know!”

“Just admit it, you want this,” he said, smirking. “You are mine.”

“I don't want to be your fuck toy!”

“Then why are you bucking your hips against my hand?” he teased, patting her hip. She blushed deeper, making an effort to stop herself. She moaned, her hips jerking even faster as he rubbed a sensitive spot inside her.

“S-stop...” she begged weakly.

“Is that what you really want?” He asked, slowing down his thrusting. She nodded eagerly. He smirked and pulled out of her. “Fine then, as you like.” she panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth. He stood off the bed. “Looks like I’ll find myself another toy.” He idly stroked himself.

She watched him, rubbing her legs together.

“Hmm,” he said, looking back at her. “See something you like?” He showed off his leaking erection. She gulped, trying to tear her eyes away from it. “So, what was it you said about not wanting this?” he asked, stroking himself faster.

“M-maybe I do...” she admitted weakly.

“Then show me how much you want it.” He removed his hand from his length and sent it bobbing with a motion from his hips. She bit her lip, reaching out, running her fingers along it. “That’s a good girl~” he cooed, grabbing her own length and stroking. She bucked against his hand, doing the same to his. He gave her length a squeeze and mashed his lips to hers. She pressed her body against his, fighting for kiss dominance. Razor stroked faster and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, showing off how maneuverable his tongue was. She leaned on him, her knees starting to buckle. He held her tightly with his free arm as the kiss and the stroking reached a feverpitch.

“S-so close...” she muttered, breathing on his neck.

“Then don’t hold back, pet,” he whispered. “Paint the room white.” she let out a cry, cumming all over his hand and waist. He grunted and came as well, returning the favor. “Very good~” he purred.

“That was amazing...” she slumped on him, panting heavily. “Razor...?”

“What is it, Sweet?” he asked, stroking her head fin.

“Can you take me back to the beach? I need more water...”

“Does it need to be seawater, or can I just run a bath for you?” he asked, scooping her up in his arms.

“Seawater please...”

“Of course my mate.” He kissed her cheek and carried her out of the apartment and back to the beach. He gently placed her in the shallow end where the waves lapped at her. She pushed herself into the water, taking in a much needed gulp of air. “I thought you said you could go a week without this?” he asked, sitting in the sand.

“Sex takes a lot of me it seems,” she said, swimming close to shore. “I think this limits our vacation options.”

“Or we could always bring sea salt with us so we can use a bathtub for you,” he offered.

“Ooh I hadn't thought of that.” She smiled. “Gotta say, I liked your act.”

“Well, dominance comes easy to me,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s an instinctive thing in dragon males. It honestly takes a lot for me to stay gentle in bed.”

“Add them to your hoard huh?” She questioned, “That dragon instinct too?”

“Ponies aren’t the only ones who like having multiple partners.” He laughed.

She looked at him, sighing a little. Was she allowed to tell him? He wasn't exactly an Equestrian citizen…

“What’s up?” he asked. “You look upset.”

“You have to be curious about me, I mean I didn't even have a name.”

“Yeah, that was odd,” he admitted. “But I just thought you were an orphan or something and never had someone who named you.”

“Would you... sign something?”

“Uh… sure,” he said, scratching his cheek. “What is it?”

“A binding contract with Celestia...”

“And why am I signing a binding contract with Celestia?” he asked, arching his brow.

“Because my past is national security...” she admitted, sinking down into the water.

“Well then, get out of there so I can sign your papers. You’re the one with the key.” He beckoned her over with a smile.

“Really?” She asked in surprise. “Just like that?”

“I figure I don’t have anything to lose.” He shrugged. “What’ll she do to me if I break it, exile me from Equestria? I don’t even live there.”

She smiled, walking out of the water and jumping into his arms. He caught her and kissed her as he carried her back to the apartment. She let them back in, presenting the contract to him. He quickly signed it and smiled at her.

“There you go, so what is it that’s so secret?”

“I'm a clone,” she stated quietly.

“And why is this such a secret?” Razor scratched his head. “Also, how are you a clone?”

“Actually, I'm a clone of a clone...” she sighed. “It's a secret because my original Sweetie Drops is a secret agent for the crown.”

“And how did you get to be a clone?” he asked, putting an arm around her to comfort her. She leaned on him, explaining how she came into existence. “Sounds like you’ve been through a lot,” he said, holding her in his lap. “But it also let you have the life you have now.”

“I'm glad.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. “I'm glad I met you.”

“Same here,” he said as he gave her a squeeze. “I made the ultimate catch while fishing today.” She giggled, hugging him tightly.

“I'm glad I got caught.” He smiled at her and carried her to bed. He laid down with her and held her close.

“Good night, Sweet.”

“Night, Razor.”

“I can’t believe you convinced me to come back to the dragon lands,” Razor grumbled, leading her into a cave, his arm wrapped around her.

“I wanted to meet your family,” she reminded, cuddled up against him.

“You’re just lucky I can’t say no to the mother of my child,” he teased, patting her swollen stomach. She placed her hand on his, giving it a squeeze. The two walked deeper into the cave, until they came to a large pile of gold and treasures. “Mother, father!” he called out. “I’m here to see you!”

Sweet held onto him, gulping softly as the cave shook. Two pairs of eyes appeared from the dark, locking onto the couple.

“It is quite the surprise to see you again,” a more feminine voice said. “But not an unwelcome one. Welcome home, son.”

“Good to see you too mom,” Razor replied with a smile, “I would like you to meet someone.” He nuzzled the top of Sweet’s head. “This is Sweet Chime, my mate.”

“So you wanted to be like that Garble drake and found yourself a non-dragon,” his father said with a booming laugh. “And it looks like she’s carrying a grandchild for us.”

“It's nice to meet you both,” Sweet spoke up, flashing a smile.

“Slash, see if there are any chairs in the hoard for these two,” Razor’s mother said, looking at her mate. “It must be uncomfortable for her to be standing while so heavy with child.”

“Of course.” Slash dug through their hoard, producing a pair of rather nice looking antique chairs. He set them down, gesturing for them to sit. The couple thanked them and took the seats, still holding hands.

“How are things under the new dragon lord?” Razor asked.

“She is an odd one,” Slash began, laying back down. “She’s proclaimed that we are no longer allowed to plunder pony treasure.”

“Considering at least one of our kind has found a lover in a pony, that makes sense,” Razor said. “If more dragons follow his example then we may end up pillaging the home of a fellow dragon.”

“I am most interested in seeing how everyone will react to so many Kirins,” Slash chuckled.

“Well, Sweet here is a siren,” Razor explained, squeezing her hand. “So I don’t know if our child will be a Kirin exactly.”

“I think it’ll be something like a sea serpent,” Sweet added.

“I am sure it’ll be a wonderful addition to the family no matter what it comes out as,” Razor’s mother said.

“We wanted to come see you before I have to stay in the bay,” Sweet explained. “Normally, I just need to swim a few hours every week, but the kid’s drying me out real quick.”

“It’s fine dear,” Razor’s mother assured. “I understand having to take measures for your child.” Sweet smiled, rummaging through her pack before holding out a candle.

“I know you don’t really need a candle, but I was able to get a pair of fae-fire candles made for us.”

“Good, Razor needs to stay in touch with us,” Slash said. “I have half a mind to punish you the same way I did when you were young for going over a year without a word from you.”

Sweet giggled. “Razor was a little hell raiser huh?”

“Oh, he started out as a little mama’s boy,” Razor’s mother said. “He was always clutching onto me and never wanted to let go. When his wings came in he started causing trouble though.”

“Mother!” Razor hissed, blushing in embarrassment.

“Aww, I bet you were such a cute little baby dragon,” Sweet cooed, giving him a mischievous grin. “I wish I could’ve seen it.”

“Actually, we happen to have one of those memory crystals,” Slash replied, sharing her grin.

“Father no!” Razor hissed.

“Please show me baby Razor!” Sweet beamed. Slash dug around in their treasure pile, offering her a small purple gem. She took it and held it to her head. “Aww, he’s so tiny!”

“Why?’ Razor asked, glaring at his father.

“Look how happy your mate is,” Slash replied, pointing at Sweet. “You honestly can’t say that look isn’t adorable.” Razor just groaned, sagging his shoulders.

“Oh, don’t make that face,” Sweet said, hugging his side. “Everyone has embarrassing family photos.” Her smile faltered a bit. “Well, almost everyone.” Razor wrapped his wing around her, kissing her head. “I’m okay,” she assured him, cuddling into his embrace. “This just means we’ll take twice as many family photos of our own to make up for it.” She smiled up at him. He smiled back, licking her forehead. She giggled and asked, “I thought you were a dragon, not a dog?”

“I'm sorry would you rather I pour salt on you?”

“Ah, young love,” Razor’s mom commented, looking at her mate with a warm smile. “Remember when we were like that?”

“We’re still like that Calamity,” Slash corrected, licking her snout. Calamity started to laugh.

“I suppose we are.” Calamity wrapped her tail around her mate’s.

“Your parents are amazing,” Sweet whispered to Razor.

“I knew you’d like them,” Razor whispered back. “There’s a reason why I didn’t like Torch.” She kissed his cheek, moving over into his lap. Razor wrapped his arms around her waist, shifting in the chair so they could both be comfortable.

“Are the two of you going to be staying for dinner?” Calamity asked.

“I'll need a bath but, other than that, we’d be honored.” Sweet nodded with a smile.

“I’ve got the sea salt for you,” Razor said, pulling out a small pouch from his pants pocket.

“Fantastic,” Calamity said with a smile. “What can we make for a siren?”

“Fish is good.” Sweet expanded her smile, showing off her needle-like teeth.

“Alright, Slash, you go catch us some fish while I go and see if I can find a suitable place for her to bathe,” Calamity instructed. Slash nodded, lumbering out of the cave. Calamity then picked Sweet up and put her on top of her head. “Come along, dear, I’m sure I can find you something nearby.”

“Anywhere without flowing water is fine,” Sweet said holding onto Calamities head crest, keeping the bag of sea salt close. Calamity led Sweet to a small pool in the cavern, surrounded by multicolored crystals.

“This is should be what you need,” Calamity said, sitting her down in the water.

“Thank you.” Sweet dumped the salt in before diving below the water, enjoying the feel of it against her body.

“I must say, Sweet, I greatly approve of you as my son’s mate,” Calamity said, laying down and watching the siren.

“I was worried you wouldn't,” Sweet admitted, keeping her neck below the waterline.

“I have never seen Razor as happy as he is with you,” Calamity said. “Anyone who can make him feel like that I can accept. That and you can give me grandchildren,” she joked.

“He actually caught me when I was out for a swim,” Sweet recalled, “He thought I was a fish and grabbed me out of the water.”

“That must’ve been quite a terrifying moment, being grabbed by a dragon like that,” Calamity chuckled.

“I popped him in the wing real good.”

“Ha! Sounds like my son found himself a scrapper.” Calamity gave her a toothy grin. “Here’s hoping your child shares that trait.”

“I agree.” Sweet nodded with a grin. “When I told my sisters, they were overjoyed.”

“I bet. Did you beat any of them to getting knocked up?” Calamity asked. “I was the first among my sisters. They were very jealous.”

“I think, it's really hard to keep track, a lot of us still don't even have names...” Sweet rambled off without thinking.

“How do some of your sisters not have names?” Calamity questioned with a tilt of her head.

“Oh er well...” Sweet winced, “You see, a lot of us just had the same name with a number at the end. I used to be Sweetie Drops 6.”

“And why did you all have the same name?” Calamity pressed, confusion evident on her face.

“...I’m a clone of a clone...”

“...I think you’re going to need to tell me the entire story,” the she-dragon said, blinking. Sweet Chime sighed, going through the whole story with her. “That’s certainly a lot to take in, but I believe you.”
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“Just like that?” Sweet asked, a little surprised.

“Dear, I’m a mother, I’ve learned how to tell when someone’s lying to me between my mate and my son. Plus, magic is capable of some incredible things. And the magic you’re talking about is based off the mad spirit, Discord. Your story isn’t all that far-fetched.”

“Just... don't tell anyone,” Sweet pleaded, “Celestia will get really mad if she finds out.”

“My lips are sealed,” Calamity assured her. “Though I assume it’s okay for Slash to hear about this?”

“As long as he doesn't tell anyone.”

“Your secret will be safe with us.” Calamity gave her a smile. Sweet smiled back, placing her hands on her stomach. She let out an oof, looking down at it. “Uh oh… did your water break?”

“No, just a kick,” Sweet smiled, “Wanna feel?”

“Of course.” Calamity smiled and gently placed her smallest claw on Sweet’s stomach. “Heh, your child is growing quite strong. Do you know if it’s a boy or girl yet?”

“The doctor offered but I wanted to be surprised.” Sweet shook her head.

“Well, no matter what it comes out as, I just want a healthy grandchild to gush over,” Calamity said with a grin. Sweet nodded before shuddering.

“Okay... pretty sure that was my water breaking.”

“I’ll go get Razor,” Calamity told her. “He should be here for this.” She rushed down the cavern, returning with Razor holding onto her head crest a few minutes later.

“Are you alright?!” Razor nearly shouted, gliding down to her.

“I’m fine,” Sweet assured him, wincing. “Just feeling a lot of contractions right now.” He knelt next to the pool, panic on his face.

“Okay uh... we need a lot more sea salt.” Razor pulled out the extra bags they brought, setting them next to the pool. “Is there another clean pool nearby? We’ll need to move them afterward.”

“Yes, there’s one not too far from here,” Calamity said. “For now, let’s just focus on the task at hand.” Razor nodded, deciding it was best to follow her lead.

“Now Sweet, has your doctor told you about breathing techniques for this?” Calamity asked, remaining calm.

“Yeah, but, I dunno if those will work in the water.”

“Try them for now,” Calamity instructed. “And if they don’t work then just focus on pushing and letting your body do what it wants to do.” Sweet nodded, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This seemed to help with the pain with the contractions. She continued her breathing techniques, the contractions getting closer and closer together.

“You can do it.” He reached in, grabbing her hand. She gave his hand a squeeze and grunted in pain.

“Thanks honey… they really weren’t kidding about this hurting like Tartarus.”

Razor gave her a weak smile, stroking her head. Sweet’s eyes went wide and she let out a scream of pain, muffling a splash in the water.

“Just squeeze my hand okay?” He suggested, smiling at her. Sweet nodded and gripped his hand hard as she grunted in pain. He winced slightly at the strength of her grip but didn't complain. This continued for some time, until eventually, a high-pitched cry could be heard echoing through the cavern, soon to be followed by another.

“Oh Faust… did we just have twins?” Sweet panted, looking up at Razor in exhaustion.

“Looks like we did.” He smiled, licking her cheek. He lifted her up gently, transferring her and the newborns into the clean pool, pouring the sea salt in. Sweet cradled the twins, letting them feed for the first time.

“They’re so beautiful,” Sweet said with a weak smile as they suckled away. “Can you check what gender they are?”

“I think we have a boy and a girl,” Razor clarified, taking in their appearance. The little girl was black with a white head frill and blue eyes. While the boy was a cream color with a blue head frill and green eyes. Both seemed to be dragons, though aquatic in nature.

“A little boy and girl,” Sweet said with a sigh of contentment. “And now we have to name them. Hmm, they look so much like dragons that I think we should give them more draconic names. What about you?”

“I say we give them names to honor their mixed heritage,” Razor responded.

“Okay then how does… Razor Sharp sound for our son?” Sweet asked, looking up at him.

“Naming him after his dad huh?” he asked, smiling at her.

“I couldn’t resist when the music term pairs up so well with your name,” she told him, kissing his snout. “Your turn.”

“Hmm...” He gazed at the girl, rubbing her head.

“Fang Forte?” Sweet suggested.

“I thought it was my turn?”

“Just trying to help,” she said. “Neither of us are good with names, remember?”

“I named you didn't I?” He smirked.

“It was one of the reasons I fell for you,” Sweet told him, giving him a peck on the lips. “Go ahead honey, give our daughter a name.”

“How about... Savage Rondo?”

“I love it.” She smiled and hugged the twins close. “And I love our little family.” Razor smiled, curling up next to the pool, the two gushing over their children long into the night.