>The Stag Kingdom is driving the dragons out of their ancestral breeding grounds.
>Fizzle and Garble have been living in exile in Equestria, bumming around and living off the generosity of others.
>Specifically off of you, Anon.
>Seriously, these guys are eating you out of house and home.
>You have a brilliant idea that will please everypony.
>After making the arrangements, you inform Fizzle that you've found a potential spouse for him who will help Fizzle take back what is his in exchange for the mating.
>The next morning, the three of you wait on your doorstep. Garble has put a little makeup on Fizzle to make him more alluring.
>King Sombra gallops into view.
>You greet him. "Athchomar chomakaan, zhey khal vezhven!"
>Fizzle is at a loss. Garble pushed him forward into the front yard.
>Sombra paces around Drizzle slowly, sniffs at his neck, snorts, then gallops away.
>Fizzle looks at you, as though to ask what just happened.
>Garble raises an eyebrow. "Was that it?"
>"The ceremony is over."
>Fizzle blushes and claws at the dusty ground "What?! But I'm... and he's... Did he like me?"
>"Trust me: If he didn't like you, we'd know."