Author's Notes:

Contains: TF/TG

Torch sat on his hoard of treasure, surveying his former subjects as they flew around him. Of course, he still commanded their respect as the former dragonlord. Part of that respect was credited to his strength. A smile worked its way onto his face as he reminisced on crushing countless opponents and claiming the scepter.

“Torch sir,” an adolescent dragon said, snapping him out of his reminiscing. The young dragon had white scales and pink spines. In his arms was a large sack, bulging with something that rested inside. “I’ve brought you more treasure for your hoard.”

Torch lifted his head from his paws, looking at the young dragon. “What is your name, drake?”

“Fizzle, sir,” the drake replied, adjusting the sack in his arms.

Torch nodded. “Now then, let’s see what you brought.” He gestured to the spot right in front of his hoard.

Fizzle nodded and sat the sack down on the ground. He then undid the knot at the top and opened it to reveal a glittering pile of gold and jewels.

Torch leaned his head down, examining the pile. “These are very high quality.”

“My mother taught me that we’re supposed to respect the current and former dragon lords,” Fizzle explained. “So I looked for the best treasure I could while getting my own hoard started.”

“Very good.” Torch raised a claw, gently sifting through the pile for anything interesting. At the top was the usual old coins and gems. He spotted a few sapphires that he made a note to snack on later. What finally caught his eye was a ring. The gold band was etched with markings that he didn’t recognize and had a sizeable green gem resting at the top of the band. The oddest thing about the gem was what seemed to be a faint glow around it when he looked at it from the corner of his eye.

Torch lifted it up, pinching it between a pair of claws. “And where did you find this one?”

“Well, I went out into the forest where the phoenixes like to make their nests. I was thinking I could get the drop on some pony traveller and scare them into dropping something good while running away. Instead, I found some old shack that looked abandoned. Most of the stuff inside was junk, books, paper, cooking supplies and stuff like that. But the ring looked valuable.”

“Books.” Torch made a face. “Books never did anyone any good.” He brought the ring to one of his eyes, inspecting it. It was obviously too small for him to wear on his claws, but he could still find a home for it among his hoard. “You did well, Fizzle.”

Fizzle smiled at the praise. “Thank you, sir. If you ever want me to get you anything else, you just have to ask.”

“You may go now.” Torch shooed him, laying back down on his hoard.

Fizzle gave Torch a nod before turning around, flapping his wings and flying away to leave Torch on his own once more. He continued to examine the ring, intrigued by it. The etchings had a certain pattern to them. He figured it was a form of pony writing. The most intriguing thing about it was the gem. He had never come across one like it in all his years of plundering.

Opening his mouth, he snaked his tongue out, dragging it across the gem. His eyes lit up, the gem’s flavor was indescribable and left a slight tingle on his tongue. He licked his lips. “Strange...” He debated for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind and pop the ring into his mouth.

He crunched it, the metal having no chance against his fangs. The tingle spread across his entire mouth, leaving it pleasantly numb as he swallowed the remains of what had been the ring. “Hm... not the best...” He shrugged his shoulders, settling back down on his hoard. A few moments passed before a sharp pain shot through his stomach.

“Gah!” He reared up, clutching at his stomach. “What did that small fry bring me?!”

The pain spread out from his stomach to the rest of his body. He grit his teeth, doing his best to fight through the pain. He staggered forward, determined to strangle the life outta Fizzle. He didn’t make it very far. After a few steps his legs turned to jelly on him and he fell with a ground-shaking “thud”.

“W-what is happening!?” he grunted, pushing himself up.

As if in answer to his cry, his body started to glow in the same way the ring had been.

“I hate magic,” Torch growled, preparing himself for the worst.

The pain increased for a moment and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, things seemed… bigger than they had been before. “What?” He blinked, looking down at himself. His thoughts came to a screeching halt. His entire body had been reduced in stature. If he had to guess, he was roughly the same size as his daughter.

“This can’t be!” he shouted, hearing a much younger voice escaping his maw. He then started to cough, an unbearable scratching in his throat. “I really hate magic,” he grumbled, though his voice had a much more feminine lilt to it. Eyes wide in horror, he reached up, grabbing at his throat.

After a few moments, the coughing stopped.He tried speaking again, only to clamp his mouth shut once the same feminine voice came out.

Oh. Fizzle was dead. Deader than any dragon that had lived up to this point. So dead, his entire family would drop when Torch rung his scrawny neck. He grunted again, the pain surging through his limbs. He watched in horror as his arms and legs resculpted themselves, becoming feminine as well.

Torch shakily got to his feet, staggering to the entrance of his lair. He wasn’t going to let some stupid magic make him weak. He growled under his breath, his now puny body making it take much longer than he’d like to walk out of his home. Another wave of pain dropped him to his knees, this time focused on his face. There was a series of sickening cracks that filled the cave as his facial bones shifted.

Torch howled in pain, clutching at his face. After a few long moments the pain died down and he scrambled to the closest puddle to see his reflection. Gone were his rough intimidating looks. They had been replaced by smooth scales, and a feminine softness. If this were any face but his own, he’d call it beautiful. However, at the moment all it did was fill him with dread to have it staring back at him.

He pulled away, hastening his trek out of his lair. His body ached, it ached all over, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him. He was a drake, not some weak female. He stumbled on his feet for a moment, the pain centering on his hips and crotch. He yelped in surprise, his hips flaring out into a wide, egg-laying shape. Then, he felt his rump swell, becoming plump.

Smoke wafted out of his nostrils, and Torch blocked the pain from his mind. He wasn’t giving in. He had been dragonlord! This was beneath him! The pain assaulted him again, this time, focusing on his chest. He glanced down, watching fat start to build in his pecs. When the pain stopped, he was left with hefty breasts capped with small, light blue nipples.

Torch could only stare at them, his right eye twitching. This was humiliating. To think he, the mighty Torch, was reduced to a scrawny, tiny female. It made his blood boil. He couldn’t take anymore. He threw his head back to let out a roar, a jet of flame shooting out. Much to his annoyance, the display wasn’t nearly as impressive as he intended.

He had to talk to Ember. She was... ‘friends’ with the ponies. She could strong arm them into undoing this. Or, transfer the effects onto that maggot Fizzle. He smirked a bit at the thought.

He flapped his wings, flying towards his daughter’s cave while doing his best to avoid being seen in such a shameful condition.

As he flew, a second beating of wings reached his ears. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Fizzle flying behind him. He snorted, his irritation growing at the sight of the brightly colored whelp. He ignored the drake, determined to strangle him once he was returned to his former glory.

“Hey, you okay?” Fizzle asked, matching their speeds.

“I’m fine,” Torch hissed, his claws clenched at his sides.

“You sure? I saw you fly out of Torch’s cave. That old fossil can get pretty rough.”

Torch growled, the urge to strangle the drake beside him growing by the second. “I said I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Fizzle pointed out, matching Torch’s speed.

“Leave me alone,” Torch snapped. “If I wanted your help, I’d ask for it.”

Fizzle frowned. “You don’t have to to be a bitch.”

Smoke poured out of Torch’s nostrils and his right eye twitched. “Don’t call me that if you value your life.”

Fizzle snorted. “Oh yeah? Why would I be scared of you?”

Torch was about to open his mouth to retort before remembering his situation. With his current body he wouldn't even be able to scare a pony. He looked less threatening than Ember. That really hurt. He huffed in irritation, flapping his wings harder to quicken his pace to Ember’s cave.

“Well?” Fizzle pressed, sticking to his side.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” Torch said, flapping his wings as hard as he could. “I have to go see E-Dragonlord Ember.”

“Oh? Got something to do today huh?”

“Are you just trying to annoy me by continuing to talk to me?” Torch asked, arching an eyebrow at Fizzle.

Fizzle gave his best grin. “I’m making sure a good looking female doesn’t need my help.”

Torch’s eye twitched again and his claws shook at his side as the temptation to choke the drake reached a feverpitch. “I told you multiple times that I don’t need your help. And yet, you continue to stick to my side like dried magma.”

Fizzle snorted. “Come on, I’m just trying to help. Isn’t that what the new dragonlord wants us to do?”

Torch snorted in return. “How admirable of you to try and implement the new teachings of the current dragonlord. But what I’m going to see her for is only for her to hear. Find another dragoness to help.”

“Alright fine.” Fizzle rolled his eyes. “Cya.” he banked right, flying off.

Torch let out a sigh of relief, slowing down to a more comfortable pace. “I’ll give him one thing, he’s persistent.” A smirk worked its way back onto his face. “I’ll still maim him once I’m myself.” He landed at the entrance to Ember’s cave, wasting no time in roaring her name out.

There was a grunt in irritation as Ember came walking into view, the bloodstone scepter in her claw. “Yes, what is it that you want from the dragonlord?”

“Ember, I need you to stop screwing that pony of yours and help me.” Torch stepped closer, finding it very surreal to be the same height as his daughter. “Some idiot named Fizzle brought me some pony trinket, and now look at me!”

Ember quirked a brow at him, examining him closely. After a few moments a look of realization dawned on her and she started laughing uncontrollably. “B-Beaker, get over here, you need to see this!”

“What?” Beaker called back. He appeared a few moments later, nose in a journal. “You needed me?”

Ember pulled the journal out of his hand and turned his head to Torch. “Beaker, my father is trying out a new look, what do you think?”

Beaker stared at Torch, the realization clicking in his mind. Holding back snickers, Beaker put his arm around her. “Hey, I think it looks pretty good on him.”

Torch grit his teeth, smoke rising from his mouth and nose. “Are the two of you done laughing yet? I need you to get those pony friends of yours to undo this.”

Ember leaned on her staff. “I dunno. I think this suits you.”

Torch gaped at her response. “You can’t be serious. Ember, I don’t want to be a dragoness. And I hate being tiny again! It’s been centuries since I was this size!”

Ember scoffed. “Think of this as a... what was that phrase you used Beaker?”

“Learning experience?” Beaker offered.

“Yeah that.” Ember nodded. “I think you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not be in charge.”

“Ember, I cannot stay like this,” Torch argued, indicating his changed form. “I’m a male, I don’t want to have these things hanging off my chest. And if I stay like this long enough to discharge an unfertilized egg, I’m diving headfirst off the tallest cliff.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. What? You’re telling me, former dragon lord Torch can’t handle something?”

Torch grit his teeth, snorting out a plume of smoke. “Fine, I’ll stay like this until you feel like getting me help. I’ve got plenty of gems in my hoard to avoid dealing with the wandering eyes of drakes for some time.”

Ember tsked, wagging her finger. “You really don’t think I’m going to let you do that, do you?”

Torch narrowed his eyes. “You’d have to make that an order through the bloodstone scepter if you expect me to be seen in public like this.”

She smirked evilly, raising the scepter. “I order you to intermingle with your fellow dragons a few hours every day.”

Torch growled in frustration, balling his fists at his side. “Fine, fine, I’ll go out in public.” He turned his head and muttered, “I should’ve made it an order through that thing that you couldn’t compete.”

“Hmm... how about you spend a few of those hours paling around with Fizzle?”

“Ember, the boy will be dead if you do that,” Torch told her with a straight face.

“Not if I order you to play nice, but, you wouldn’t make me do that would you?” Ember looked into his eyes. “Surely, you can hold your temper back and try and be friendly.”

Torch growled, holding back a biting response. “Fine, I won’t kill him.” He turned on his heel, making his way to the mouth of the cave. “I’ll leave you to your pony now seeing as I need to get used to this body.”

Ember rolled her eyes, putting a wing around Beaker. “Think he’ll learn something?”

Beaker shrugged. “No idea. All I know is that I’ll laugh my ass off if he ends up getting knocked up.”

Ember snickered, socking him in the arm. “Oh that would be hilarious! That would take him down a few pegs.”

“And you’d get a little sibling out of it,” Beaker pointed out, snickering with her.

Torch was not a happy drake. Not only was his daughter tormenting him, but he had to actively be ‘nice’ to the idiot that put him in this position. He would rather pluck out his scales and live with the ponies than do that under normal circumstances, but Ember was holding his dragonhood hostage.

The exact opposite of Torch, Fizzle was rather happy an attractive dragoness had deemed him worthy of her time. His mouth wouldn’t stop making noise. Luckily, Torch had learned to drown it out and had mastered a fake smile. In his mind, he was exacting all manner of cruel tortures on the white drake.

Fizzle blushed rubbing his neck. “I’m talking your fins off... Um... What’s your name?”

Torch blinked, his fantasy ending right at the best part while he struggled to think of a fake name. “My name is… Smolder.”

“I like it.” Fizzle smiled sincerely. “I’m Fizzle.”

“A pleasure.” Torch’s mouth twitched before he put on the fake smile again.

“You new to the dragonlands?” Fizzle asked, sitting down next to Torch.

“Yes,” Torch lied, making sure no part of him came into contact with Fizzle. “Just migrated here from a cave outside Griffonstone.”

Fizzle nodded. “Garble told me that griffon treat treasure almost the same way we treat it.”

Torch shrugged. “Except they don’t eat gems. Their puny beaks aren’t cut out for it.”

Fizzle scratched his cheek. “I bet it’s weird, being away from home. After Garble went to live with that pony princess, the guys just kinda stopped hanging out. Doesn’t feel the same anymore.”

“Home is what you make of it. As long as you can make yourself comfortable you can be fine.” Torch snickered. “As for your friend, seems dragons and ponies really are getting along better than ever. Even our dragonlord has a pony for a mate. Pretty soon the world will be filled with hybrids.”
“Hey that's pretty smart.” Fizzle grinned. “I never thought Garble would get with a pony, let alone a princess.” A sudden look of confusion crossed Fizzle’s face. “He asked me to be the kids ‘godfather’. I dunno what that is.”

“I heard about it a long time ago from the p-griffons,” Torch corrected. “It’s a sort of ceremonial gesture. Typically it’s a promise to be there for the children if anything should happen to the parents.”

“Oh.” Fizzle nodded his head. “I can do that.”

Torch smirked. “Are you sure? Half the time you’d have to treat them like ponies and the other half like dragons.”

“Well, that makes them special doesn’t it?” Fizzle asked, looking down at Torch. “They’re like, the best of both, or something.”

Torch nodded, looking up at the sky. “That’s one way to look at it.”

Fizzle glanced at him, adjusting his wings. “Do you... have a mate?”

“No,” Torch quickly replied, not taking his eyes off the sky. A frown formed on his face as he remembered his former mate, Ember’s mother. She was not his former mate by anyone’s choice.

Fizzle nodded. “I don’t have anyone either.” He looked away. “A lot of females don’t like pink on males.”

“There’s more to a drake than just the color of his scales,” Torch huffed. “You just have to show them that.”

Fizzle rubbed his neck, a look of embarrassment taking over his features. “It didn’t help that other dudes kept hitting on me at the last migration...”

Torch let out a feminine giggle. “Maybe that was a sign to put on some muscle and lose that slender build of yours.” He smirked and turned his attention to Fizzle. “Or do you like getting hit on by drakes?”

“I uh...” Fizzle whipped his head back to Torch, his scales tinted a very deep red.

Torch’s smirk grew. “I’m not hearing a no~” he teased.

Fizzle looked away. “M-maybe...”

Torch nodded. “Well, no shame in admitting it.”

Fizzle glanced back at him. “You’re not gonna tell me I’m weird?”

Torch shrugged. “I’ve seen it before with the griffons. I used to find it to be wrong, but time changes all things I guess.”

Fizzle smiled, starting to relax. “You’re like, the best dragoness I’ve ever hung out with. Next to my mom.”

Torch chuckled. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” He blinked to himself, taken aback by his own comment.

Fizzle brightened up. “Think so?” Fizzle reached under his wing, retrieving a small bag. “Want some gems?”

“Got any sapphires?” Torch asked, glancing at the small bag.

“Uh...” Fizzle opened it, peering inside. “Yeah, a couple.” He held the bag out, offering it to him.

Torch quickly thanked him and took one of the sapphires. He popped it into his mouth and slowly chewed it. Then, a thought popped into his head. “So, you’re into drakes too. Ever fantasize about that Garble friend you mentioned?”

Fizzle blushed, dumping a few gems into his mouth. “A few times,” he admitted.

“Did he know this about you?” Torch asked. “Or am I and your mom the only ones who know?”

“Just you two...” Fizzle shifted in his seat. “I don’t want anyone else making fun of me.”

“Your secret will be safe with me,” Torch assured, waving one of his hands. “Well, as long as you keep giving me sapphires.” He flashed the drake a smile.

Fizzle smiled back. “I can do that.” He grabbed a few more from the bag, passing them to her. “I know a good spot to find gems. I’m the only dragon that knows about it.”

“Lucky you,” Torch replied, popping another sapphire into her mouth. “You’ve got your own all you can eat buffet.”

Fizzle scooted a little closer. “I wouldn’t mind sharing with a pretty lady.”

Torch scratched her cheek. “How am I supposed to turn down free gems?”

The two spent the rest of the day together, using the time to get to know each other. Fizzle flew back to his own lair when the sun set, leaving Torch to her own devices. She carried her share of the gems to her lair, putting them in a safe spot before exiting it again. She then flew off to Ember’s lair, calling out to her.

Ember walked out, a smirk on her face. “So, how was your first day as a dragoness?”

“I’ve had worse,” Torch admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “Still miss being large though.”

Ember rubbed her chin, walking around her. “So, did you make friends with Fizzle?”

“I guess so.” Torch followed Ember’s movements with her eyes. “I don’t want to choke the life out of him anymore so that’s something.”

Ember stopped before her, a large grin on her face. “Oh yeah? That's all.” She leaned in close. “You sure that's all you feel about him?”

Torch scoffed. “And just what are you trying to insinuate?”

Ember poked Torch’s chest. “I think we both know.”

“No, I’m not attracted to him,” Torch replied, rolling her eyes. “I’ll never be attracted to drakes, even with this magical body change.”

“Then, why did your tail start to wage when I mentioned his name?” Ember questioned, pointing behind Torch.

“Probably because of the free gems I got today because of him,” Torch waved off. “There’s no way I could ever be attracted to a drake. It’s impossible.”

“Right, right. Whatever you say,” Ember agreed, leaning back. “We’ll see how long you believe that.”

“I’ll believe that until the day I die,” Torch replied with a chuckle. “So, when can I expect to be changed back?”

Ember her chin. “Spike invited me to Ponyville next month, I’ll bring it up to that pony princess then.”

Torch huffed and rolled her eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” She slumped her shoulders. “Fine, I’ll just have to make due with this for a month.”

“You’ll be fine.” Ember put her scepter to the the side, stepping forward around wrapping her arms around Torch. “But now that you are this size, I can do this.”

Torch blinked, quirking a brow at Ember. “And what is supposed to be?”

“It’s called a ‘hug’,” Ember explained. “It’s a way to show friends and loved ones affection.”

Torch nodded slowly, returning the hug. “Well, I can’t think of anyone I love more than you.” She chuckled for a moment. “Even if you are keeping me like this.”

After a moment's, Ember pulled away. “You can spend the night here if you want.” Ember threw on a teasing smile. “Unless you want to go warm scales with your new mate.”

Torch blew a plume of smoke at Ember. “I’ll go to my own cave thank you very much. Besides, I know how I was when I first became your mother’s mate. I’d rather not make things awkward.”

Ember retrieved her scepter, her smile becoming genuine. “Good night, dad.”

Torch turned and waved over her shoulder as she left the cave. “Make me some strong grandchildren. I want the title of dragonlord to stay in our family for at least three more generations.”

“Already got one incubating,” Ember replied, strolling back into her lair.

“Then make the next one a grandson!” Torch called out as she reached the mouth of the cave. “I’ll make a proper drake out of him!” She watched Ember walk out of sight before spreading her wings, returning to her own lair.

Torch sighed in relief as she lowered herself into a solitary magma pool. Two weeks had passed since she had become a dragoness and she had found herself falling into a routine. Get up, hang out with Fizzle, and then trade some banter with Ember. It helped that Fizzle was actually interesting to talk to. Sure, he was insecure, but, that was a welcome change from the other drakes. Which was ironic given how he had demanded those qualities in the first place.’

“Mind if I join?” Fizzle’s voice cut through her thoughts. Torch turned her head, seeing him standing at the lip of the pool.

“You know the drill, no less than two sapphires if you want to spend time with me,” she barked, a playful edge in her voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” Fizzle tossed over the sapphires before diving into the magma. He remerged, a content smile on his face. “Oooh... nice and warm...”

Torch bit into one of the sapphires and nodded at him. “Mmhmm, feels perfect on the scales.”

Fizzle swam over to her, taking a position next to her. “How was your night?”

“Pretty good,” Torch replied, taking another bite of her jewel. “Spent most of it asleep though.” She flashed him a smirk. “Strangest thing, it’s sorta a habit of mine.”

“It’s a good habit to have,” Fizzle replied. “Otherwise I’d have to bribe you with more sapphires.”

Torch giggled. “Don’t tempt me to start missing sleep. So, how was your night?”

“Pretty good.” Fizzle let himself slide into the magma. “Had a nice dream about this dragoness I like.”

“Oh really?” Torch felt a pit form in her stomach. “Was it that purple one?”

“Nah.” Fizzle shock her head. “It was nice.” He shifted, sliding down until the magma was up to his bottom jaw. “We just hung out, and had some fun.”

“Hmm, sounds like a good dream.” Torch shuffled in her seat and slid down slightly into the magma. Why was her heart beating so fast? She didn’t.... Like him, did she? She shook her head, trying to kill the train of thought. No, she was a drake attracted to dragonesses.

Noting her discomfort, Fizzle sat up. “You okay, Smolder? I could go get you something if you’re not feeling okay.”

Torch shook her head again. “No, I’m fine.Thought I was sitting on a magma bubble for a second there.”

Fizzle nodded, taking another dive under the magma. He reemerged after a moment and settled in his original seat. “I brought some snacks.” Fizzle gestured to small sack next to the pool. “I made sure to get a lot of sapphires.”

“You know my tastes so well,” Torch said with a smile, relaxing. “Thanks, Fizzle.” A wave of giddiness rose up from her stomach when he smiled back at her. She quickly turned her head from him, knowing she was blushing. She reached into the sack and grabbed a gem. What was she supposed to do? Had she always been attracted to both sexes, and never realized it? She thought for a moment, trying to recall anytime she had sized up a drake for a purpose other than to fight him. Nothing came to her, which further frustrated her.

“You sure you’re okay?” Fizzle pressed, getting her attention. “You don’t seem okay.”

Torch put on her best smile. “Sorry for making you worry, I’m fine. Head’s just faraway today.” That seemed to appease Fizzle, who focused on the sack of gems. She relaxed, leaning back on the wall of the pool. “Anything else interesting happening with you? Have you tried talking to some of the old gang again?”

“Yeah but, without Garble, there's no one to really hold the group together.”

She nodded, giving him a sympathetic look. “At least you’ve been trying.”

Fizzle gave her a thumbs up. “Hey, I got you backing me up. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t forget your mom,” she teased. She cleared her throat, doing her best to imitate the older dragoness. “Fizzy, why haven’t you found a mate yet? I want some grandbabies. You could even do what your little friend did and get a pony for all I care.”

Fizzle laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Yeah, that sounds like her.” He grinned, spreading his wings. “Ever since Garble had his kid, my mom’s been all over me.”

“Maybe if you one upped Garble and nabbed two pony princesses she’d get off your case,” Torch offered with a giggle.

Fizzle snorted. “Yeah, like the sun and moon ponies want a guy like me.”

“Would it hurt to try?” Torch’s smile grew. “You’d be the stuff of legends if you pulled it off. I don’t think there’s even a pony alive that can claim to have mated with them.”

Fizzle waved her off. “I doubt they even let dragons besides Garble and that other guy into their cities.”

Torch shrugged. “Who knows? Times are changing around here faster than I’ve ever seen. More dragons might choose to live with the ponies someday.”

Fizzle nodded. “Maybe us young dragons. The older mans... I don’t know about them.”

Torch snickered. “True, the old scales probably won’t want anything to do with that. But that’s why the dragonlord passes down the scepter. So a younger dragon can make new decisions instead of clinging to the past like a hatchling to their tail.”

“You know, Garble used to say stuff like that. Just not as smart.”

“Guess that means I’m a better, hotter version of him?” Torch chuckled, flashing a smile at the drake.

“Totally.” The two locked eyes for some time, slowly inching closer together.

‘What am I doing?!’ Torch screamed in her mind, feeling her heartbeat through her whole chest as her eyes drooped closed. ‘My body’s moving on its own!’

Their muzzles finally met, and the two of them engaged in a long, drawn out kiss. Torch shuddered, wrapping her arms around Fizzle’s back and letting her claws rest just beneath his wings.

Fizzle pulled away, his face tinted a deep red. ‘That was...amazing.”

Torch knew there was a similar blush on her face, but she chuckled in a feeble attempt to hide her nerves. “I bet you pictured I was a drake to make it better for you,” she teased, rubbing his back with a single digit in a circle.

“No way, you’re much better as a dragoness.” He pointedly poked at her chest.

Torch paused, not quite sure how to respond. She settled for resting her cheek on his chest. ‘Looks like Ember was right. I like Fizzle a lot more than I realized.’

Fizzle wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, a large grin refusing to leave his face. “So... mates?”

Torch’s blush grew, her mind shorting out. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, words refusing to come out. “Um… sure,” she squeaked.

Fizzle nuzzled her head, pulling her into his lap. He wrapped his wings around them, licking her neck. She settled into his lap, tilting her head up without thinking. Her racing mind slowed down, a feeling of content spreading through her. He grabbed another sapphire, holding it to her mouth.

She chuckled softly, opening her mouth to let him feed her.

“I can’t believe you’re into a loser like me,” Fizzle remarked, looking into her eyes.

Torch leaned up, giving him a peck on the nose. “I don’t think you’re a loser at all. You’re a kind drake that always tries to make me happy. How am I supposed to resist that?”

Fizzle blushed, rubbing his neck. “Thanks...” he licked her neck. “You’re the best, Smolder.”

She smiled and poked him in the chest. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I’ll try.” Fizzle relaxed in the hot material, gazing into Torch’s eyes.

She held his gaze, a comfortable silence forming between them. After a while, she leaned in and gave him another kiss. Closing her eyes, she pressed her breasts into his chest. Fizzle shuddered as he felt her hardening nipples rub against the smooth scales of his underbelly. He closed his own eyes, gently rubbing the base of one of her wings.

Torch’s breath hitched, feeling her wing twitch. She broke the kiss, feeling her face heating up.

“Hmm, maybe we should take this back to one of our caves?” Fizzle suggested, moving a claw up to rub her other wing. “Unless you wanna risk giving the other dragons a show?”

“One of the caves sounds good.” Torch nodded, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

Fizzle smiled and stood up out of the pool, taking her with him in his arms. He adjusted her gently and climbed out, making his way towards his home since it was closer.

‘[i[Am I really going to do this?’ Torch wrapped her arms around Fizzle’s neck, ignoring the looks the pair of them attracted. She took a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes to avoid seeing anymore odd looks. ‘Two weeks ago and I’d have never considered laying with a drake. Should I stop him?’ She glanced up at Fizzle. ‘I haven’t felt like this about someone in a long time...’ She took another deep breath, letting the doubt dissipate. She settled in his arms, her tail swaying slowly.

Fizzle strolled into his cave, setting her down on his hoard. “I’ve uh... never done this before...” He blushed, rubbing his neck.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, a similar blush on her own muzzle, “I’ve never been with a drake either.”

Fizzle’s blushed increased at the implication. “O-oh.”

Torch’s nerves faded for a moment, a smirk cracking onto her face. “Fizzy, did you just picture me mating with a dragoness?~” She raised a claw up and rubbed his chest.

“Um...” he gulped. “Yeah...”

She had to fight back a giggle, her claw continuing to explore his chest while she leaned up to whisper into his ear fin. “Well, you imagined correctly. I have mated with dragonesses before.”

“That’s so hot...” Fizzle muttered, putting his hands on her shoulders.

She smiled at the compliment, moving her other claw down to rub his flight muscles. “Maybe you should start this slow? Just follow your instincts until you feel ready to claim me.”

“Y-yeah...” Fizzle bit his lip, feeling his wings stiffen under her claws. “That feels good...”

“Then maybe you should return the favor?~” She leaned up and nipped his ear fin.

“R-right...” Fizzle moved his hands down, rubbing at the base of her wings.

She gave him an encouraging coo in his ear, letting her tail slowly thump against his hoard. She took her one claw, using it to dislodge crooked or damaged scales from his chest and underbelly.

Spurred on by her ministrations, he massaged her wing muscles, delighting in all of her squeaks and coos of pleasure.

“Mmm, you’re great with your claws,” she praised, giving his wing a tender squeeze. “Do you like touching me?”

“Yeah, I do.” Fizzle nodded, sounding more confident. He moved his hands from her back, quickly placing them on her breasts. He gave them a squeeze, marveling at how soft they were.

Torch gasped, her eyes widening as an unfamiliar sensation shot out from her chest.

Fizzle kissed at her neck, groping and squeezing at her chest.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, returning to her own ministrations with a new sense of urgency. “Keep doing that.” ‘Now I see why Wildfire liked it so much’

Fizzle leaned in close to her ear fin, a confident smile spreading across his muzzle. “Mine,” he whispered, a slight growl to his voice as he gave both her breasts an affectionate squeeze. Gripping her nipples between his claws, he gave them a hard tug.

Torch filled the cave with a sharp moan that echoed off the walls for a moment, her wings spreading out beneath her. ‘D-does this actually feel better than when I was a drake?’ She dimly wondered, squirming as Fizzle continued to tug and pinch her nipples.

“Mine,” Fizzle repeated, much louder. He pinned her down, rubbing his knee between her legs.

Torch squirmed again, a shudder going through her as her old instincts as a drake collided with those of her new body. She bit her lip, her legs spreading ever so slightly. She looked up at him, rubbing his thigh.

“That’s right, she cooed, her claw edging closer and closer to his crotch, “I’m your dragoness. Claim me.”

Fizzle purred, already starting to peek out from his crotch. Torch glanced down and noticed the tip of pink flesh between them. She bit her lip, wrapping her claw around it gently and stroked it to coax more out. A long moan escaped Fizzle’s throat, his needy dick growing into her hand. Torch’s pupils turned to pinpricks, a deep need spreading through her core at the sight of the piece of impressive dragon flesh.

“I think we finally found something on you that isn’t petite,” she teased, peppering his neck and chest with kisses.

Fizzle was far to under to really hear her. Forcing her legs apart with his own, he poked at her groin with his own, smoke pouring from his nostrils. Torch groaned, his movements only serving to tease her slit. She reached down and grabbed the base of his length, helping him line up with her feminine treasure. He thrust in, giving all the way to the hilt. Torch gasped, gripping tightly onto his chest with her other claw.

‘Damn! That thing feels huge!’ Torch’s tongue lolled out of her mouth slightly and a deep purr rumbled from deep in her chest. ‘Damnit Ember, why’d you have to be right?’ Torch let out a small whine without even realizing it, grinding her hips against Fizzle’s to encourage him to start moving. ‘She’s never going to stop gloating once she hears about this.’

Fizzle pulled back out, thrusting in again. “Mine!” he asserted, his eyes retracted to slits. He leaned his head lower, nipping and licking at her breasts.

Torch’s moans echoed off the cave walls as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hips moved against his, trying to drive her new mate as deep inside as she possibly could. “So... good...” she moaned out, putting her hands on his head.

Fizzle growled in response, moving his hips faster and pulling her tighter against him. “Fizzle want!” he wrapped his jaws around her neck, digging them slightly into her scales.

Torch squeaked out in pain-tinted pleasure, knowing she’d have a mark for some time. ‘Wh-why is this so good!’ her mind screamed. ‘I was the dragonlord, I’m not supposed to be submissive!’

Fizzle released her neck, licking at the mark, all the while ramming into her as hard as he could. Torch purred as the pain was replaced with relief, moving her head up to give him more room while the cave was filled with the sounds of their hips colliding.

“Gonna... fill you up!” Fizzle growled, his wings flaring out in a show of dominance.

“D-do it!” Torch moaned out, holding him as tight as she could. “Claim me!”

Fizzle threw his head back, breathing out a torrent of flame, pumping Torch full of hot dragon cum. Torch let out her own cry of pleasure, her body convulsing as her inner walls tried to milk Fizzle for every drop. Tired out, Fizzle flopped on top of her, letting out a sigh of content.

Torch groaned for a moment from the added weight but quickly adjusted while she came down from her high. She had to tell him, it was only right. Basking in the afterglow of their coupling, she pet his head, waiting for him to come back to his senses.

Once she saw his eyes flutter open she took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Fizzle, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yeah?” He looked up at her, giving her a dopey smile. “Gonna tell me how good I am?”

She chuckled nervously for a moment. “That should be obvious. But no, this is something serious.” Reaching up, she cupped his chin. “My name isn’t Smolder, it’s Torch.”

Fizzle gaped at her, his eyes widening. “Wait what?! What are you saying?!”

Torch turned her head away. “I ate that ring. This happened.”

Fizzle sputtered for a moment, trying to process what he had just heard. “S-so I just lost my virginity to the old dragonlord?” His eye twitched. Torch nodded. “This is insane,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

Torch laughed. “Ya tell me about it. I wanted to wring your scrawny neck but, Ember practically ordered me to spend time with you.”

Fizzle quirked a brow. “So you went from wanting to kill me to wanting to mate with me?” Fizzle blinked for a moment before snickering. “I never would’ve thought that you were into drakes.”

Torch snorted. “I didn’t think you were either, even if you pull off the looks.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be mating with any drakes anytime soon,” Fizzle replied with a shrug. “Not when I got a sexy little dragoness like you.” He leaned down, licking at her new mark.

Torch let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re okay with this. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Fizzle couldn’t help but snicker. “Torch, the great and mighty, worried that I didn’t like him?”

Torch pouted at him, flicking him between the nostrils. “The magic in that ring has been messing with my head.”

Fizzle frowned. “It’s not like, change your memories or anything is it?”

Torch shook her head. “No, my memories are intact and aside from some slight differences, I still feel like myself.”

Fizzle reached, nuzzling her cheek. “Good. I’d hate to be responsible for brainwashing you or something.”

Torch smirked at him. “If you had, you would’ve had to face the wrath of Ember. And fair warning, she has my temper and her mother’s creativity. She’d have come up with an interesting punishment for sure.”

Fizzle gulped. “She’s scary.” Hoping to move onto something less terrifying, he snatched a few sapphires from the hoard, offering them to her “Here, eat something.”

Torch smiled, taking the offered jewels. “Mmm, you’re going to make me fat with all these gems you’re feeding me.”

“Looking to get big again?” Fizzle teased, poking her belly.

Torch chuckled. “I think I’ve gotten used to being this size.” She popped the sapphires in her mouth, crunching them. “I think you do too.”

Fizzle nodded and chuckled with her. “I don’t think I’d be able to please you very well if you were your old size.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Torch shifted, getting more comfortable. “What do you want to do now?”

Fizzle scratched his cheek. “Uh, do you mean that as in right now, or as in what we should do going forward?”

“Both.”

“Oh okay.” Fizzle looked away for a moment, his brow scrunching up in thought. “I guess for going forward it depends on what you want to do about that ring you ate.”

Torch traced a claw along his chest. “If I undo it, this will be over.” She looked into his eyes. “I haven’t felt this way about anyone, for a long time.”

Fizzle smiled, a look of relief on his face. “Then I guess we keep being mates. So basically we’ll do what we’ve been doing, just with mating added in.”

“Exactly.” Torch purred, putting her arms around him. “Lots and lots of mating.”

Fizzle had a dopey grin on his face, wrapping his arms and wings around her. The two of them lapsed into a content silence. Not long after, they both fell asleep.

Ember and Beaker leaned on each other, neither one able to support their own weight due to the uncontrollable laughter that had taken hold of them.

“It’s not that funny!” Torch snorted, glaring at them. Her stomach was gravid with a fertilized egg that was due to be laid at any time.

“Really?” Ember questioned, trying to get her breathing under control. “Because it looks pretty funny to me.”

“And informative.” Beaker reigned in his laughter. “You two have been helping me a lot in understanding dragon reproduction.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “I swear, the only things on your mind are research and my ass.”

“I’ve never heard you complain about me giving attention to the latter,” he teased, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Sides’, it helps me teach guys to read.”

Ember nodded. “True, learning to read will be helpful when we start to deal with ponies more.” She poked his side. “Doesn’t disprove my point though.”

Beaker rolled his eyes, putting his arm around her.

Ember snickered softly, turning her attention back to Torch. “Anyway, congratulations on becoming a mother. Glad to see you’ve come to like your new body.” She flashed him a genuine smile. “So, you gonna have a boy or girl?”

Torch shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet.”

Ember nodded. “Fair enough.” She snickered for a brief moment. “It’s gonna be weird to finally have a little sibling.”

“It’s weird having another child,” Torch agreed, placing her hands on her belly.

“Shoulda thought about that before jumping Fizzle’s bone nonstop,” Ember teased, pointing a claw at Torch’s stomach.

“You wanted this to happen!” Torch argued. “You set me up and you know it!”

Ember smirked. “I just got you to spend time with him, becoming his mate was all on you.” She put her hands on her hips. “Side’s I haven’t seen you this happy since well, you know.”

Torch snorted, her expression softening. “Yes, you make a good point.” She shook her head. “Never would’ve imagined that I would find joy in being a dragoness with a drake for a mate.”

Ember walked forward, pulling her into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”

Torch returned the gesture, a smirk working its way onto her face. “Just because things turned out well, doesn’t mean I’m not going to get paybacks for all this,” she whispered into Ember’s ear fin.

“I’d like to see you try,” Ember whispered back.