>Day Weird Bedfellows in Equestria
>you, Anon, have decided to take a small nature walk
>it's quiet but worthwhile excercise
>there were no video games to entertain you in Equestria
>not yet
>clad in hiking boots and cargo shorts, you scale the path you follow, doing your best Bear Grylls
"I'm out here in the lively forests of Equestria... I don't think I'm gonna make it out alive."
>you've never been to this part of the woods before
"Let's see what we got ourselves 'ere."
>pushing brush out of your way, you find a dragon merely sitting before you
>its body is covered in gorgeous jewels and gemstones
>its demeanor is quite the contrary
>wall-eyed and dumb to the world around it
>it turns to look at you
>its tongue lolls out
>you have to smile at the magnificent beast
>you walk towards it, fearlessly outstretching a hand
>it looks steadily at you, not motioning to move or escape at all
>as your hand touches the dragon's nose, a female thought intrudes on your own
>Hello, human.
>you stare confusedly
>you hear a sigh
>Yes, the dragon can talk.
"Why don't you speak aloud then?"
>she makes an array of odd, non-intelligable sounds
>My vocal chords have been shattered for eons.
"That sucks. Do you have a name?"
>Crackle.
>you laugh softly
"How'd you get slapped with that name?"
>I could not go against it.
>her voice switches from calm dragoness to one who don't need no man
>They gotta touch me to hear me anyway.
>you laugh, and Crackle... makes noises
>you gaze around the forest, taking in your surroundings
"Do you always just... relax here?"
>she nods
>I come here to avoid the rowdy teenage dragons at the volcano.
>meeting a talking dragon is commonplace in Equestria
>meeting a telepathic dragon is a whole other story
"Can we meet again?"
>Crackle gasps
>you're so taken aback you remove your hand from her snout
>she huffs irritably, lifting herself and clomping forward, forcing her nose into the nook of your hand
>Don't do that.
>you bite your lip and root yourself
>I'll make a deal with you, human. I'll come here again tomorrow at this exact time.
>you check your watch
>you couldn't believe the battery still worked
>You'll have a 15-minute grace period, of course. If you aren't here in that time frame, you'll have to find me yourself if you want to see me again.
"And if I come back tomorrow?"
>I'll come back any time you tell me to.
"Game on."
 
>fighting with branches, you make your way out into the open again
>you're 15 minutes early
>you smile and set down the picnic basket you brought with you
>you carefully spread the sheet on the grass, bringing out your inner fashion designer to make everything look professional
>you lay down and smile, covering your eyes with the cap you wear
>without realizing it, you nod off
>when you come to, on your chest is the head of a dragon
>still connected, of course
>you reach forward and pet her lightly
"How long was I out?"
>Crackle lifts her head, playfully blowing smoke at you
>you cough, wiping your eyes
>It's been over half an hour, but who's counting?
>your fingers trail over Crackle's scales, your mind lost in thought
"How'd I do?"
>Crackle puts her head right under your chin, getting progressively more cuddlesome
>Very well, human.
"You can call me Anonymous."
>you feel confusion wash over your thoughts
>And you call my name odd?
"Yeah, I got stuck with this stupid name on Earth."
>you close your eyes again
 
>it went on like this for several months
>every day you could spare, you were at that spot in the woods, swapping informational knowledge with each other
>things were really looking good for the two of you
>she was a lot smarter than you originally thought
>smarter than anyone could conceive
>she taught you about physics, mathematics, and the draconic language
>oddly similar to Japanese
>every day, Crackle would be in her spot, her eyes betraying the true beauty she held
>she was a gift in your life, a pearl granted to you by some higher being
>definitely not god though
>more like... someone with an active imagination thinking on their feet
>one day on your way to the spot, you lost your footing
>plummeting like that was definitely the scariest thing you'd ever put yourself through
>it trumped any roller coaster you'd ever ridden
>within a minute, ponies had helped you and alerted medics for further assistance
>while on the back of a pony, a leg hanging limply off to the side, you begged they alert Crackle
>the dragon stormed into your hospital room, nosing you over a few times
"Haha, cut it out girl. I'm perfectly fine."
>Are you positive, Anonymous?
"Yeah, no worries. Just didn't want my favorite girl to think I was ditching."
>she sighs happily, planting herself by your bed
>the nurse looks back and forth between the two of you several times before shrugging and exiting the room
"I hope I don't have to stay here long."
>your stay quickly morphed into a two-month adventure of horse doctors trying to figure out human anatomy
>you wished inwardly for Beth
>right outside the hospital on the day of your release was none other than Crackle
>tail wagging, she wheeled you home, not a complaint to be had
>she presses her snout to you
>I'm so glad you're ok!
>you're quiet as you wheel yourself in
>the dragoness whines behind you
>she nudges closer, taking note of any fragile objects she needed to avoid
>Is something on your mind?
"I'm just tired is all. Will I still get to see you?"
>That's what I wanted to inquire about.
>she sits at attention, a serious expression crossing her face
>I'd like to make my barracks here.
 
>the sun shines on your face, waking you up
"Aw... I was dreaming about Earth."
>What did you dream of?
>it's been three months since you broke your leg
>three wonderful months with your dragon lover
>how did Crackle become your lover, you ask?
>after a couple weeks of being together, Crackle fell into her heat cycle
>within hours of waking, the two of you were fornicating like wild dogs
"It was nice. I got to eat my mom's cooking again. Very homey."
>What's you're mother like?
>it was really wonderful
>somehow, the two of you got even closer then
>Crackle let you inside of her
>like, she opened her thoughts to you
>for exploration purposes
>you found how she felt about you
>it was all you needed to see to absolutely know that you belonged with Crackle
>things had progressed real smoothly afterwards
>Pinkie threw the two of you a little party, and Princess Twilight graced you with her presence
>although there ended up being some showtune about Twilight's involvement in Pinkie's parties
>ponies
"My mother was a truly nice lady. Heart of gold with the wits of a goldfish."
>Crackle giggles
>you wrap your arms around her, kissing her nose with a smile
"Breakfast?"
>Yes please! I'm starving!
>the days went by like this for another week before another astonishing development reached your... mind ears
>after an extended visit to the bathroom one morning, you have a suspicion
"Is everything ok?"
>the tip of her tail connects with your foot
>I think I'm going to bear a child, Anonymous.
 
>that bundle of joy became your daughter, Snap
>when the doctor came to you with the news, she didn't seem to know how to put it into words
>as she stumbled on simple phrases, you held the blanket wrapped child
>as you unwrapped her, it was apparent that fantasy had taken hold of your reality
>her upper half was as normal as a baby could be
>cutely squinting eyes, porky little fingers, and a belly perfect for raspberries
>the other half was normal as well... in dragon standards
>her tail was stubby, her legs were thick, and her toes had tiny claws already growing
>you held her close, tears of joy rolling down your face
>when you showed Crackle, she couldn't be happier
>a hybrid of your kinds in one body?
>what could be better?
>Crackle did ask why you chose the name Snap over Chrysanthemum
>gee, I wonder why?
>you managed to explain to an ancient dragon that a cereal box had inspired the name
>she found it insanely adorable, as well as a fair homage to your own world
>soon enough, your days focus was shifted onto your child, spending as much time with her as you could
>she babbled and you laughed
>even if all her baby sounds were those of a baby dragon
>just like her mother, Snap seemed dumb to the world, not being able to speak for many years
>you'd constantly put her hand on you, trying to have her communicate with you
>it just didn't seem like she had much going on in the attic
>when Snap turned two, you and Crackle wed
>Applejack offered to take care of her during the ceremony
>you thought it'd be an omen of good health for her incoming child
>there were others like your little girl
>they laughed with you, telling you how the doctor thought they'd chuck their own flesh and blood out the window because of their difference
>each and every doctor was rightfully wrong
>serving as flowerchildren were Darcy, age 3; Hope, age 3 and a half; and Icarus, age 2
>each and every satyr was beautiful in their own way
>everyone cried at the ceremony
>some out of confusion, having never truly met Crackle, and others out of happiness
>"You may kiss the groom."
>those words were etched into your memory
>not because it was the bonding between you and your now lovely wife
>because that day, when you lifted Snap from Applejack's waiting back, she held your face in her palms
>It's wonderful to see Mommy so happy, Daddy.