>When Fizzle can finally stand, you and him begin packing up his stuff
>He doesn't have much, the main thing is his gems and other trinkets in his small hoard
>You pile them onto the featherbed and fold it up
>You and him chat the entire time about living together
>Stuff like what kind of food to have, where's he going to keep his hoard, and the rest
>Even get a little playful about sleeping arrangements
>Fizzle is still blushy and shy but he can manage to agree he wants to share your bed
>Once you get all his stuff squared away, you realize this might be the last time in the cave
>Practically drag him back to the magma pool
>You smile at the orange glow ahead
>Double checking you brought your magic armlet, you strip down
>As your clothes come off you hear Fizzle's breath quickening
>Along with his awkward fidgeting, his feet scrape the ground every time he sways back and forth
>You peek behind you and his eyes are glued to your ass
>Till he sees you looking, then he looks aways and coughs
>You toss your shirt at him and invite him to come into the pool with you
>Give him some bedroom eyes and a smirk
>He nearly faints
>OK, easy with that stuff, Anon
>You're not a chick, don't torture the poor dragon
>You return your attention to the magma and begin to sink into the molten rock
>Fizzle follows, as close as he can to you
>Expected a little friskiness but the second you're up to your shoulders the desire to do anything but sit there is gone
>Just wanna close your eyes and relax
>Fizzle is content to do the same
>But he snuggles against you as much as he can
>In the lava, his body is smooth and cool, and softer than a pillow
>His scales are even silkier when they're submerged
>You sigh and nuzzle his chest
>He fidgets a little, not used to being the one doing the holding, but he makes due
>"S-so Anon...am I... really moving in with you?"
>You nod against his chest
>He nervously giggles and squeezes you tighter to him
>So fucking adorable
>He starts chatting at you but you're falling asleep
>The warmth around you and the cool against you is too much comfy
>He starts petting your hair as he mentions moving his gems and other stuff
>You sleepily mumble something about u-haul
>He doesn't quite know what that is but, typical Fizzle, tells you that its a great idea
>You don't care, you're in bliss land now
>Always wanted a dragon for a friend or a pet when you were a little kid
>Heck you read that book about like a billion times
>Though you doubt lil' Anon considered his dragon would be a fuck buddy
>Or a lot more than that
>You squeeze Fizzle unexpectedly and he inhales sharply and sighs
>You feel his claws dig slightly into your skin as he returns the hug
>"H-hey Anon?"
>You mumble a little to let him know you're still awake
>"I-I...I mean...I think...I...maybe...I...luh...luh----"
>Something from outside the cave crashes and Fizzle yelps in surprise
>You open your eyes and sigh
>The Swift Wind is back
>Along with Rarity
>Before you can say it's her, you hear her voice echoing from the cave mouth
>Along with Spike's
>At least they came back for you
>You were sure after the dress incident she was going to leave you here
>You tell Fizzle you should get your clothes back on and meet them
>"Y-yea...good thinking, Anon..."
>He looks a little hurt
>You give him a kiss on the cheek
>Instant happy dragon
>You crawl out of the pool and offer him your hand
>He looks you in the eyes and smiles even wider, letting you help him out
>"Thanks, Anon."
>You go to put your clothes on
>As you're pulling your pants up, Fizzle hugs you from behind
>"Thanks for...coming to get me, Anon.  I missed you so much..."
>You chuckle and nod
>Anything for your best dragon
>He squeezes you tighter
>This is really out of character for him
>He's so...happy and touchy-feely
>Maybe cause you finally snapped him out of the 'no-homo' stuff?
>"Is everything...OK?  Anon?  Fizzle?"
>Spike's here
>Odd, No Rarity
>Doesn't matter because...
>"SPIKE!!"
>Fizzle lets go of you and immediately straightens up, blushing brighter than the magma
>He looks all over the place and his tail starts swishing around like a startled cat
>It would be adorable if he hadn't nearly shoved you into the wall when he panicked
>"H-hey little bro! Umm...Anon's pants were ...b-broken and he needed me to h-h-hold them still but they're fine now!  N-nothing was happening, no-homo!  You look taller!"
>So much for him being comfortable...
>You pull your shirt on then give Spike a quick brofist
>He motions for you to lean down to his height and he whispers to you
>"Anon, why's Fizzle freaking out?"
>You shrug and say he was in the magma too long
>Fizzle is clicking his claws together and looking around the cave for either a hidden exit or a barrel to hide in
>Spike seems to accept what you said
>"Yea...I've seen that happen, he needs some water or a gem or something..."
>Fizzle suddenly shouts that Rarity might find his hidden stash of heterosexual porn and that the three of you should stop her immediately
>Your keener Fizzle-speak ears pick up a 'please?' in that rapid fire dialog
>You tell Spike to take the two of you to Rarity
>He's confused now so he does so without argument
>Fizzle is panting heavily
>Half of you wants to hug him, the other wants to go upside his head
>You settle on slapping his back and suggesting you follow the other dragon
>He nods a little slower and the two of you head to the beginning of the cave
>You get to Fizzle's hoard where Rarity is helping herself to the discarded rubies.
>Spike is trying to stop her but she brushes him off, saying if Fizzle wanted them they would be in his gem pile and not in the corner
>Fizzle scratches his head sheepishly
>You quietly ask him why he threw the rubies away
>"They....well...reminded me of...that pony..."
>You facepalm
>"Oh there you two are!  Someone left this pile of rubies here and I felt I must save them from those ruffian dragons down by the volcano!  They would never appreciate their beauty"
>Rarity is looking at her reflection in one of the bigger ones
>You tell Fizzle he better stop her if he wants them back
>"N-no it's ok, I just....Rarity can you...m-make me something to wear?"
>She beams and agrees
>Its like she hadn't dressed him like a woman not 2 hours ago
>Before the tape measure comes out, you stop them both and say you're gonna move Fizzle's stuff onto the airship
>He's coming back with you to live in Ponyville
>Spike smiles and is happy they'll be another dragon close by
>Rarity is pleased because he's someone new to make clothes for and Fizzle...
>Fizzle awkwardly crosses his legs and smiles, looking at you with a tiniest blush on his cheeks
>Guess you just made it official, despite telling him over and over you meant it
>Cuteness aside, you have some stuff you need to load up
>Spike helps best he can
>Rarity...collects the rubies then scolds you about potentially harming Fancy Pants' airship
>You ask Fizzle if he's sure if he's ready to live with ponies
>He looks to the top of the volcano
>Two larger dragons are roaring and screaming at each other
>"I've been ready for awhile, Anon.."
>You both smile and when the others aren't looking
>You sneak a quick kiss
>His eyes go wide and he stutters so much you dunno what he's saying
>But you get the point, he's not...quite ready for any kind of PDA
>Even if his reaction is so fucking adorable you wanna kiss him again
>Don't be a jerk, Anon, his heart looks like its ready to jump from his chest
>Pat him on the shoulder and lug the rest of his stuff aboard
>Didn't take too long but the sun is a lot lower than when you arrived
>You won't make it back before dark
>Rarity doesn't seem concerned and says you're leaving in a few minutes
>Fizzle says he has everything
>You tell her to go whenever she's ready
>That translates to immediately because the airship lurches suddenly as it climbs far too quickly than it was
made for
>You grab the railing
>Fizzle grabs you and yelps in fright
>Rarity shoots you both an annoyed look and tells Fizzle if he doesn't like it he can fly home
>Fizzle remembers he can fly and relaxes a little
>Takes his sweet time letting go though
>You tell him to go below deck with you
>More alcohol and less crazy pilot
>Rarity sees you two leaving and asks you to be a dear and bring her a gin and tonic
>While she's flying
>Yea...no
>You tell her sure and hope she forgets about it
>You head downstairs with Fizzle in tow
>Spike is passed out on a recliner
>You start making yourself a drink
>Fizzle is about to ask you for one but the ship lurches and he grabs a pillar
>He's terrified
>You chuckle and sip whatever you concockted then give him a hug
>He hugs back, his eyes on Spike the whole time
>You tell him he's out cold and not waking up
>"I...I know it's just...I...ya know...it's tough for me...Garble woulda made fun and his friends--"
>You stop him and tell him Spike and you aren't Garble
>He smiles and noses you
>You pull his muzzle in for a long kiss
>He surrenders instantly, his lips going slack and letting your tongue in
>Its always a surprise how warm and silky his tongue is
>You feel hot dragon fire whisp down your neck
>His wings wraps you up and pull you tight to him
>Your fingers dig into his back, a small moan leaving his mouth and tickling your throat
>His breath is quickening, sharp inhales through his nose as you kiss for longer than you ever have before
>You make no sign you want it to end either, relaxing your jaw and letting him explore your mouth
>His tongue snakes in, caressing and feeling along the insides of your cheeks
>You feel a rush of warmth fill your lungs
>He's breathing his blue flame down your throat
>Just warm enough to take your breath away and make your head spin
>He breaks the kiss this time
>More wisps of flame dance along your cheeks and neck
>Your knees wobble and you stumble forward a little
>Right into his arms
>"Wha-was that too m-much, Anon?  I'm s-s-sorry, I just--"
>You tell him it was incredible, weakly squeezing his middle
>Feel his erection against your chest
>Giggle a little, the high of dragon fire mixed with the altitude making you quite giddy
>Reach for it but Fizzle stops you
>"N-not with Spike....he could..wake up"
>Oh yea, Spike is literally a few feet away
>You nod and straighten yourself out
>Take his hand and lead him a little ways back
>There's another room with a bed
>It's not huge but the door locks so you have privacy
>You take your shirt and pants off and toss them on a couch
>Fizzle is standing by the bed, clicking his claws again
>You pull the door shut
>Second it closes, you're all over each other again
>You go for Fizzle's cock but he keeps pulling you back for kisses
>And every time you kiss long enough, he leaves you in a euphoric state
>Your thoughts are cloudy and your muscles keep betraying you
>Eventually, you can't stand anymore and flop on the bed
>You roll on your back, looking up at him
>He looks at the night stand and sees a picture of Fancy Pants and Fleur
>He turns it away
>Right before he's on top of you
>He's heavier than you remember
>You grab his ass and squeeze
>Holy god it's so soft
>He groans and pins you back down
>Pulling your hands away from their prize
>He's being really aggressive
>But somehow gentle at the same time
>Just denying you any control without doing anything back
>It's really turning you on but he keeps keeping it from getting too sexual
>Which, of course, makes you want it more
>But he's persistent
>Every grab for his cock, he moves slightly out of reach
>Every time you reach for his ass, he shifts or pins your arms down
>But all the while he's kissing and suckling your neck and chest
>You're own erection is painfully hard as it brushes his smooth scales
>Which makes you all too aware of your need to do SOMETHING with it
>You can't take it anymore and reach for it, content on stroking yourself while he does whatever he's doing
>A clawed hand stops you
>He looks into your eyes, slightly pleading
>"Anon...please let me just...take care of you? You've been so nice to me just...relax and enjoy it?"
>You blink a few times, and say he doesn't have to
>The ride is smooth now, the occasional bump in the air, but its nice
>The sun is setting through the porthole window
>It shines against his curvy body, and you see something glimmer near his eye
>"P-please...Anon...I...nobody has ever been...and...and I...just...please let me...It's what..."
>He swallows hard, the words caught in his throat
>You watch a tear slide down his cheek
>He's holding your hand
>His lips are quivering
>How could you say no?
>You nod and lay back down
>He shakily sighs and whispers 'thank you'
>Fizzle crawls on top of you and resumes kissing and licking your body
>His motions are slow and deliberate, and you close your eyes
>Every time he hits a nerve or tickles you a little too much, he breaths a very light breath of dragon flame on  the spot
>Fizzle nudges you over on your stomach and goes to work on your back
>All the tension leaves your body as you discover just how good Fizzle is with his hands
>Ponies have tried to give you rub downs but hooves or even magic is no substitute for a good set of fingers
>He finds a tender knot a little south of your shoulder blade and you groan loudly
>He stops, thinking he did something wrong, but you practically order he to keep rubbing
>You can almost imagine his smile as he resumes
>The room has a certain odor about it
>Cedar mixed with cologne and perfume
>You can only imagine what has happened in here before
>Between Fancy Pants and who knows how many lovers
>Or maybe just one?
>Odd thing to think about but when you're getting a massage this good, you're thoughts have a mind of their own
>You feel the entire years worth of stress melting into nothing as he works your muscles
>Home? Family?  What are those?
>Annoying ponies?  Vegetarian diet?  Pfft, who cares?
>All that matters is your dragon's hands and your back
>And the occasional kiss he gives your neck
>Fingers digging into the bed, you begin to guide him
>A lower here, a higher there
>And every time you relax, you feel his fire caress your bare flesh
>Its hard not to fall asleep when he does that
>Even your hard on is taking the hint and calming down
>But just when you feel yourself drifting off, his claws are back at a different area
>They're past your lower back
>On your rear
>You shiver as his nimble fingers dig into the tender flesh
>You grab a pillow and begin to moan into it
>Fizzle seems pleased and his fingers get a little closer to your hole
>Then recede to your hips and squeeze and play with you there
>Only to find themselves in your inner thighs and brushing slightly into your sack
>You squirm and buck your legs a little
>He climbs up on you and sits on your back legs, keeping you pinned
>His cushioned rear is on the underside of your knees
>Even there it manages to feel great
>"If...this is...t-too much...just say so, Anon"
>You nod into the pillow and whimper for him to keep going
>You don't see him nod
>Or move
>But you feel him part your ass cheeks
>And something warm and silky push between them
>You gasp suddenly and nearly rip the pillow wide open
>Fizzle's tongue snakes around the edges of your hole and prods its way in
>Your eyes go wide and you consider stopping him
>It feels so weird and yet
>Yet
>As he pushes past your opening, warmth and pleasure ignite in your neithers
>Your back arches for a moment before you fall to the bed, gasping and pleading for him not to stop
>He doesn't disappoint
>Not one bit
>When his fiery breath slithers in and around your rump you nearly lose it
>You cry out his name
>Along with a few choice words you can't remember
>Whatever they were, it fuels his fire and you feel his silky tongue push deeper into you
>He grabs your hips with his hands
>Claws dig deep into your flesh
>His muzzle pushes between your cheeks to let his tongue go deeper
>Blue flame escapes his nostrils with every breath
>You reflexively clench your ass around his muzzle and he pulls it back with his claws
>Where did he learn to do this!?
>Soon enough, his tongue finds exactly what it was looking for
>You swear you go blind for a moment
>The pleasure shoots up your spine like lightning
>Your cock hardens and pushes into the bed
>Your legs fight back against his weight, your entire body spasms from the overwhelming sensations
>it's like nothing you've ever felt before
>His tongue snaps out of you for a second
>"T-tell me...wh-when?  OK?"
>You're panting too hard and too dizzy for words
>But you manage a nod
>And he's right back where he left off
>The room is beginning to spin
>You're seeing stars
>You feel something inside you pulsing and throbbing against the warm texture of Fizzle's eager tongue
>Something inside you screams 'I'm having an orgasm' but its like nothing you ever experienced before
>They never begin from...back there
>You try to come back to earth
>You swear you can actually see yourself on the bed with Fizzle's muzzle deep in your ass
>You blink a few times
>You only need a second
>Just to...let him know...that you're really close
>Comem on, Anon
>You bite your lip
>Somehow, someway, you manage to gasp out you're about to finish
>Roughly, by Fizzle standards anyhow, he withdraws from your rear and flips you over
>He plunges your length down his throat and suckles you like you've never been sucked before
>Even the first time he went down on you, he didn't deep throat you this perfectly
>Your eyes roll back into your head as the rest of your sex is immersed by him
>With one near feral cry, your seed fills his muzzle
>You've never came this hard before in your life
>Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum is expelled into Fizzle's maw
>He gulps every bit of it eagerly
>He even squeezes your balls after the first few spurts, ensuring every single drop makes it to his waiting lips
>You swear for a minute your heart stopped beating
>That with one thunderous orgasm your time in Equestria is over
>But, with a sharp intake of air, you feel your chest pounding like a jackhammer
>Senses are coming back one at a time
>Like you're entire body shut down and is restarting each vital one at a time
>You can feel smooth scales against your skin
>And hear the raspy breaths of a tired dragon
>When you can finally see again
>Fizzle's face is above yours
>He's beaming with pride
>"I...I'm glad you liked it...Anon...I've...really wanted to...do that..."
>You pull him on top of you for the tightest hug you can manage
>He giggles and hugs back
>You thank him over and over
>Your whole body is trembling against his
>You....really can't stay like this so you pull the both of you onto the bed
>Fizzle nestles his head on your shoulder
>"Was it really.....that good?"
>You nod and pet his puffy pink scales
>He pulls himself tighter to you
>"I....Anon...I....really...really think I...I mean....my chest feels really funny..."
>He closes his eyes and looks away
>Your head is swimming but you manage to give him a reasurring squeeze
>"I'll....tell you later...I'm sorry..."
>You kiss his forehead
>He sniffles a little and wipes his eyes
>What's with all the almost-crying lately?
>Especially after...all that
>You wish you could think a little better but you're barely able to breathe without effort
>The room is getting darker, both from the night taking over the sky and your exhaustion hitting you like a
brick
>Just as sleep finally begins to take you from this world
>You feel your stomach 5 feet above the rest of your body
>Then everything not nailed down rattles agaisnt the floor
>Fizzle yelps and tightens his arms around you
>You're both wide fucking awake now
>You tell him you think you're almost home
>"Home...yea...it's home now, right?"
>You chuckle and say yes
>"S-sorry I keep asking...Anon, I'ts just...doesn't feel real yet"
>You understand and give him another squeeze
>You tell him it'll be real enough when you make waffles
>"Waffles...? Oh oh yea! Waffles! Those are great, bros love waffles right? So course we want those! Bro....fuls of waffles!"
>You laugh really hard
>Fizzle has no idea what a waffle is you know it
>He seems to realize this and he pouts
>You give him a noogie and say you'll take him to the waffle and ice cream place when you land
>His tail wags and he smiles...before he asks what ice cream is
>The room lurches forward again, and the both of you are launched from the bed to the floor
>Assuming Rarity doesn't kill everyone when she lands...looks like you have a date
>Or whatever you wanna call it when a guy takes his best dragon out for waffles for the first time