Quick, Silver, and Prince Dusk sat together the next day, as Barb slept blissfully through the day. Quick had requested Dusk’s presence to address the worrisome trend they had noticed in their mutual friend.

“Barb’s lust has been getting harder to control. This is only her third time going through the mating period, and already it was more than we could handle alone. She became insatiable and feral in a much shorter period of time than our previous encounters. Not only that, but it seems she’s permanently grown another full foot and cup-size. At this rate, I fear that we may have another… lust growth incident.”

The three stallions shared a collective shudder. While Dusk hadn’t been there to see it, he had seen the aftermath and heard the accounts. All of them. In… graphic detail, in some cases. Just the thought of his adopted younger sister doing this sort of thing churned his stomach. But he knew that he had to realize that this was just a part of who, or rather what, she was. She was a dragon, and her biological and magical nature was something that he didn’t have enough information to understand.

With that in mind, the solution to their problem became clear.
“Gentlecolts,” he said as he rose from his seats, “We need a professional. I’m going to send word to the Draconic Embassy, see if they can send someone to tutor Barb, teach her what all of this is all about. That way, hopefully, she’ll be able to keep this under control next time. We have half a year. Half a year to stop my little sister from growing up… and destroying us all in the process…”

Barb didn’t wake back up until the next day, feeling refreshed and relaxed. As she stretched out her newly grown form, letting out a long yawn, she thought back to try and remember how things had gone. Her memory of her lustful night was… fuzzy. Which she quickly realized was a bad sign. Fuzzy was how she remembered her sex-crazed rampage through Ponyville. If the other night was fuzzy, then she must have lost control. Looking around frantically, she was relieved to find that she hadn’t damaged anything. Now all she needed to worry about was if she had damaged any ponies…

Thankfully, a maid soon stepped into the room with a large tray of food. She assured Barb that no one had been severely harmed in it, although evidently a guard stallion was currently undergoing therapy to recover from the night. Barb blushed as she took her breakfast tray and thanked the maid.

“Oh! I almost forgot! There was a letter for you, from a secret admirer it seems! It should be right by your bedside.”

Barb blinked in surprise and turned. Sure enough, there was an envelope on her nightstand, sealed with a heart and addressed to her. Thanking the maid for letting her know and giving her leave, Barb sat down her meal and curiously picked up the letter. It smelled of lavender perfume, somewhat distinctive and yet subtle at the same time. Carefully, she tore open the envelope with a single claw before reading the letter it bore.

“Dear Lady Barbara,

Please forgive me for this, but I cannot hold back my feelings any longer. For a long time now I’ve watched you from afar, admiring you and your beauty. And for a time, simply watching you was enough for me. But recently, with your drastic changes and exotic radiance, I can stand it no longer.

Last night, I stood outside of your room after the guards on duty were called in to help service you. I was only meant to guard it while they were busy, but they hadn’t shut the door all the way. The sounds of the five of you making love drove me crazy, so I am ashamed to admit that I watched you.

That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed, and since then I have been unable to get you out of my head. You are the sexiest creature I have ever laid eyes upon, and I want to be with you more than anything.

If you would like to meet with me, I will be in the gardens every day for the next week from noon to two. It would mean the world to me if you could come. But if you do not wish to meet me, if you do not come, then I understand, and I will not bother you again after that.

Yours, with all of my heart,

Your secret admirer.”

Barb blushed deeply as she finished reading. She was touched that someone thought so highly of her… and slightly turned on to know that someone had watched her get fucked. Smiling to herself, Barb tucked away the letter and checked the time. It was noon now.

Pulling her breakfast feast back over onto her lap, she giggled, knowing that she had a date to keep after she was finished.

An hour later, Barbara stepped into the gardens behind Ponyville Castle. The sun was shining down as the birds sang out, the waterfall in the distance making the air seem to sparkle. Not a bad setting for a romantic rendezvous, she had to admit. Still, she wasn’t expecting something big. She had come dressed fairly casually, wearing a tight camisole and some snug jeans (she had outgrown her wardrobe again, after all.)

Judging from the letter, not only did her admirer work at the castle, but evidently they were also a guard. Looking around slightly, Barb was disappointed to not see anypony in particular that looked like they fit the bill. There were quite a few guards on duty here, to be sure. But none of them looked as though they cared about her presence any more than usual. And there was no pony out of a guard’s uniform here at the moment.

And that’s when Barb noticed something. One female guard, a Pegasus mare, stood off to the side, not patrolling like the others. At first glance, she seemed just as sturdy and resolute as any of them. However, Barb couldn’t help but notice the way that her eyes would occasionally wander over to stare at Barb, only to snap back the moment she thought she’d been spotted. Barb smirked with pleasant surprise.

Honestly, Barb hadn’t been expecting a mare. She’d never really put much thought into members of the same gender, at least not when it came to romance. However… there was something about her that intrigued Barb. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be willing to try something with another girl…

Strutting over to the mare’s side, Barb took note of how the mare seemed to tense up at her approach. It was obvious she was trying hard to keep her professional composure. And as Barb pulled up to her side, she had to hold back a giggle, as the mare was now practically shaking in her armor.

“Excuse me, dear. I received a letter in my room the other day. I believe you were working that area around that time, yes? Do you perhaps know who sent it?”

The mare looked up into Barb’s eyes, still shaking slightly, before clearing her throat and speaking as firmly as she could.
“Y-yes, milady.”

Barb grinned and leaned in, giving the mare a half-lidded gaze as she noticed the scent on the mare’s coat: a distinctive lavender perfume.

“And who might that be?” Barb whispered in a sultry tone, causing a shudder through the smaller mare.
“… I did, milady.”
“I see then. So, you fancy me, do you? Does my body turn you on?” She pulled back and teasingly groped herself, claws fondling massive tits held just barely by a thin top.

The guradsmare bit her lip at the display, and Barb was delighted to see her pulling her legs closer together as she blushed softly.
“Permission to speak freely, ma’am?”

“Permission granted!”

The mare let out a breath and turned fully to face Barb. It was hard to make out the mare’s figure beneath her armor, but Barb was finding herself eager to find out all of a sudden. From what she could see, she had fairly attractive features to her, the kind of mare many stallions would probably fawn over if it weren’t for the fact that she was a highly trained guard and could probably snap their necks with little effort if she felt inclined to.

“Lady Barbara, you are every sexy fantasy I’ve ever had rolled up into one, living, breathing, perfect wet dream. You are a sex goddess, a picture of erotic perfection that I can’t get out of my head. I want you, I want to be with you, and if you would take me into your sex group or whatever you call it, then I would be the happiest mare in Equus.”

The mare’s face burned crimson with embarrassment at the level of detail she had gone into, her breathing picking up as she anxiously awaited Barb’s response.

The dragoness, deeply touched by the mare’s words, couldn’t help but let out a slight blush of her own.
“I see. Well then, I suppose I’ll have to talk to my boys about it first. But I don’t see any problem with you joining us. I’ve been curious to experiment with another girl anyway. So, while I can’t say it’s definite, I can definitely say that you’ve caught my interest.”

The mare lit up and jumped forward, wrapping her strong arms around Barb’s waist as her head brushed against the bottom of Barb’s tightly-bound boobs. “Oh, thank you, ma’am!”

Barb smiled softly and hugged the Pegasus back. “Please, call me Barb. None of the ‘milady’ or ‘ma’am’ or whatever nonsense. Oh yes, and if I could get your name, then that would be wonderful as well.”

“R-right. Sky Tumbler, at your service, ma-… I mean, Barb!” She let out a slight giggle at that. “I uh… I have to go! Thank you so much! I’ll see you later!” With that, the giddy guard dashed off, giggling enthusiastically to herself all the way.

Barb shook her head with a smile. Things were definitely going to be getting more interesting.

Three days later, the train from Canterlot pulled into Ponyville station. Two guards from Dusk Shine’s castle stood by in waiting, watching the doors in search of the guest they were sent for. All they knew was that she was a dragoness like Lady Barbara, nothing more than that. They would know her when they saw her.

One of the two turned his head and froze, eyes bulging at the sight of their target exiting the train. He nudged his partner and pointed to her, and as he laid eyes upon her he had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. The dragoness was definitely there, but they hadn’t quite known what to expect, since the only dragon they had seen was their Lady.

She was about the same height as Barb, her head brushing the top of the train’s doors. Her body glistened with sky blue scales, with a silvery-white underbelly. Four long, black horns curled out and back in graceful waves from her forehead, arcing back behind her like a crown. Her arms and legs were tight with thick, yet still feminine muscles, giving her an exotic amazonian look. While Barb was mostly hourglass figured with a slight bit more emphasis on the chest, this dragoness was slimmer in the chest. However, her hips and rear were incredible, her toned legs seeming to go for miles. She lacked wings, much like Barb. Instead, she had a fin-like frill running down her back, starting at the top of her skull. Her long, thick tail had two more frills fanning out from the sides. The only things covering her was a flimsy loincloth and what appeared to be a makeshift tube top fashioned out of some sort of brown tarp.

She stood alone, baring no luggage, simply gazing out across the crowd, searching for something before striding through the mass of ponies towards a map nearby. She bent down to get a close look at the map, giving all around a fair glimpse at her immensely curvaceous rear end. The guards noticed her smirk, obviously intending to make ponies stare. It was then that she stood up once more and turned to see them, giving them another smirk.

“You fellas here for little ol’ me?” she said in a mature, sultry tone. She placed one hand on her wide hips and cocked them to the side as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

“Er… yes ma’am! We’re to lead you directly to the castle to meet with Lady Barbara’s lover Quick Quillson to discuss why you’ve been summoned. If you’ll please follow us…”

The dragoness followed after the guards, walking through the town and taking in the sights, delighting in the stares of all the little ponies around her. She loved being the center of attention, and there was no better place to do that then among the prudish pony-folk, she always said.

Quick sat down across from their visitor, a tray of tea between them. He hadn’t expected the mentor the Dragon Embassy to be so… sexual. A part of him was worried that she wouldn’t be able to help Barb, but he pushed those thoughts down. Obviously, she would know dragons better than he did.

“I’m so glad you could come all this way to help us, miss… er, what was your name again?”
“Saffira,” she said with a giggle as she leaned back in her seat, eying the stallion who had evidently won the heart of the local dragoness. Not a bad catch in her opinion. Handsome, for a pony, and she imagined he would have to be good in bed to keep up with her.

“So, Quick, what can you tell me about this Barb? We only really know her from reputation. Evidently she doesn’t think too highly of us, as she’s always refused any meetings with us when Prince Dusk tried to arrange something.”

“Well, as you know, Barbara was raised by ponies. Her few experiences with other dragons have been, according to my knowledge… not very good. She was attacked by older members of her own kind on several occasions while she was young. So, from my understanding, she seems to think of dragons as a race of cruel bullies, to put it bluntly.”

Saffira let out a laugh at this.
“Oh boy. Lemme guess. She bugged a sleeping dragon’s territory? Maybe stole from its hoard? Oh, and maybe she met some punk teenagers? Please. I’ve heard the same shtick from ponies who have met the testier of our kind. Yeah, some of us can be pretty bad. But so can some of you ponies. Don’t go judging us all because of a few bad apples.”

“Er, yes, of course. Well then, do you have any other questions?”
“Okay okay, sorry. Sore subject. Lemme see… Okay, so this is about her mating seasons, yeah? How many has she had so far?”
“Three.”
“Really? Damn. So, by my guess, she’s… in her early fifties, right?”

Quick did a double take at this, surprised by the response. “Er… Barb is 19.”

Now it was Saffira’s turn to be surprised. “Woah woah woah! She should not be acting like this at this young! She’s practically a hatchling!”

Leaning forward and rubbing her temples, Saffira let out a sigh. “Okay, okay, so let me think. She was raised by ponies, yeah? So… well, dragons’ growth is mostly related to our mental state rather than our biology. If I had to guess… yeah. Okay. So what probably happened was growing up around ponies made her think that she had to grow like a pony does. So she did. Okay. So biologically, and I guess mentally, she is an adult. Still feels weird, but okay.”

Quick nodded, not entirely sure what to make of that little ramble. “Right then. Anything else you need to know?”
“Right. Um… how many mates does she have?”
“Including me? Two. Although she’s been hinting that she’s found a third, though she said she wouldn’t tell us who until after we’d gotten her training under way.”
“Not bad. Genders?”
“Um… Silver and I are both stallions. I assume the same about the third, although she hasn’t officially said anything about them.”

“Hm… okay. How often do you guys fuck outside of mating season?”

Quick blushed at the forward question. “Er… maybe once or twice a month?”
“What?! No wonder you’re having trouble keeping her from going feral! She must be fucking pent up! Back home, we used to bang at least once a week to take the edge off. How often does she let go?”

“Um… I uh, I don’t understand the question?”
“Let go. You know, let herself go all out, grow up, that sort of thing.”
“… she doesn’t? I mean, isn’t that specifically what we are trying to prevent here? We’re trying to control her growth so that she doesn’t destroy everything when she gets turned on.”

Saffira stared at him as if he had grown a second head, not believing what he had just said. Then she dropped her face to the table with a groan.

“Okay. I figured this would be a challenge. But I think this is going to take even more work than I thought. You guys obviously have no idea what you’re doing. Let me make one thing clear. You do not, I repeat, do NOT, control a dragon. You can try, but if you do then you better be ready to have a bad time. Because when a dragon gets passionate about something, you can’t control them. All you can do is try and spread it out so that all that passion doesn’t get used in one place. Yeah… You guys really did need me here…”

Quick sank in his seat a little bit. Her talk about not controlling a dragon reminded him of Barb’s mood swing in the library the other day. Something told him that they had their work cut out for them here.

Author's Note

So, here it is. The beginning of Barbzilla's sequel.

I hope you enjoy.