Not A Normal Hoard

Ponyville, 5AM

Barb's gaze shifted to the window where moonlight poured into her bedroom. She gave a glance at her clock before laying back with a sigh, eyes wide open. Yet another night when she couldn't sleep, thanks to her stupid urges. Deciding it was a lost cause to, she got up, put on her glasses, and walked over to a trunk in the corner of her room.

"Maybe I should just go ahead and eat these..." She muttered to herself, looking at the words 'Failed Hoards' scrawled on the lid. Popping the lock, she opened it to reveal several bags, each one filled with gemstones she'd collected and tried to use as a hoard. Ever since she had the greed growth spurt all those years ago, she'd felt the lingering desire to gather a hoard of her own, but it was slight enough for her to ignore it.

At least, until puberty kicked in and things began changing. It was slight at first, maybe every couple of months or so where she'd be unable to sleep. It wasn't drastic, but her bed just wouldn't feel comfortable and she'd spend the next day exhausted. However, as time went on, it gradually became more and more frequent. Now it became an almost weekly occurrence. When it began getting more common, she and Twilight started looking for possible remedies; warm milk, bubble baths, soft music. Sadly, nothing worked.

Then they went to Zecora a suggestion. She provided an answer they hadn't really expected: "The answer to this is thankfully not deep. Upon a bed of gems, dragons normally sleep."

And thus started a two year-long hunt for a bed of gems that would end her insomnia bouts. She'd tried just grabbing what she could dig up, resisting the urge to snack on her new bed. Sadly, all it did was make sleepless night even worse, her whole body aching from the odd angle the pile made her lay at.

She'd even attempted sleeping on specific types; rubies, topazes, agates, sapphires...to no avail. She'd taken to keeping bags of the failed attempts so she wouldn't forget what she'd used already.

She also began noticing things, like the way Twilight would look her way and smile cutely as she got older, or the way she started wearing more form-fitting attire after Barb's eighteenth birthday. She also began noticing how attractive all the girls looked. How Applejack's physique brought out the curve of the farmgirl's thighs and buns, Pikie's squeezeably soft curves and breasts, Rarity's flat stomach and firm rear...

A slight grunt escaped her as a familiar, and currently unwelcome, sensation made itself known between her legs. "You couldn't wait...could you...?" She muttered, giving her crotch a glare, frowning at the tent slowly appearing. Sighing, she headed to her closet. "I'm up anyway, may as well get a shower and deal with you."

Grabbing some clothes, she made a beeline towards the bathroom she usually shared with Tempest Shadow after the ex-Storm King solder moved in. One of the upsides to the palace was the dozen or so bathrooms, especially since only four individuals really lived there 24/7.

Turning a corner, she spied the last pony she thought she'd see up THIS early; heading her way was Twilight Sparkle, polishing off the last of a sandwich. Barb quickly tried to adjust the now full-sized tent in her pajama bottoms when she saw the lavender mare wearing just a spaghetti strap crop top and panties.

"Barb?" She spoke up when the two made eye contact. "What are you doing up this early?"

"Can't sleep...again." She patted the clothes under her arm. "Figured I may as well get a shower."

"Oh?" Twilight grinned, giving her a playful swat on the backside. "Hm, maybe I'll join you shortly."

Barb blushed. "I might leave the door open for you then." She replied, the light tone Twilight used telling her it was in jest. She watched as Twilight headed back to her bedroom before making her way on.

Upon reaching her destination, Barb contemplated whether or not to lock the door. Granted, since there were four girls living there, they'd gotten used to having one brushing their teeth or hair with another in the shower.

Well, for three of them anyway. For Barb, she had a reason for waiting until she was alone; mostly because she was....built a little bit differently. Something that only Twilight really knew about, so she was somewhat embarrassed at the idea of the others finding out. After a moment she decided leaving it wouldn't hurt. "I'm probably the only one awake now." She told herself, pulling her pajamas off.

A look at herself nude in the mirror had her blushing even more. A mix of being a dragon plus a few of years of doing odd work around town, especially at the farm, had gifted with her with a toned, defined body, accentuated by a near hourglass figure, large, plump breasts, a long flexible tail framing a round, firm ass, and wide but muscled hips and thighs. It didn't hurt that dragons tended to be larger than ponies, so she stood about half a foot taller then most of them.

However, the big difference was what lay between her legs. She still had a...it was easier to just call it a marehood, bit above it sat her extra equipment; a currently erect nine-and-a-half-inch penis, or as Twilight teasingly called it sometimes, 'The Marebreaker' , and a pair of egg-sized testicles.

While it was part of her, it did bring some problems, like the fact that the size made panties, briefs, or other underwear less than comfortable, so she normally went commando. And that made wearing anything tight impossible when she got erect, leaving her with baggy clothing. That, and she was rather self conscious about she looked due to all that; she'd seen the stares she got once when she tried wearing a t-shirt and it made her a little uneasy, so she easily got embarrassed at the thought of being seeing by anyone but Twilight.

She giggled little as she turned on the water, thinking about the mare in question. Adorkable and sexy as hell, Twilight spent nearly all her time trying to ignore her hormones while studying as Celestia's student, reading a lot of erotica and porn as an outlet. Of course, once they moved to Ponyville, she learned she now had a chance to indulge her fantasies and desires...complete with a certain - and surprisingly, to her, willing - dragon to experience them with her. Barb'd found herself rather receptive to Twilight's affections, mostly because she'd known all along about Barb's additions and didn't really care.

Of course, that didn't mean she didn't worry about being caught, especially when they were in a less than private spot. Especially given that Twilight was the only one in Ponyville who knew about her extras.

Stepping into the stream of hot water, feeling it flow down over her breasts and between her legs, she let out a relaxed sigh and picked up the soap. Slowly scrubbing herself down, her mind started wandering. Because of that, she failed to hear the sound of the bathroom slowly squeak open and light footsteps across the tile floor.

Once she made sure her chest and arms were squeaky clean, she looked down at her still stiff erection. "Now to take care of...you...?" She paused when the sudden feeling of another body pushed against her from behind, especially two large, soft objects pushing against her back.

"I did say I'd join you, didn't I?" A voice purred behind her, followed by two familiar hand snaking around, one gently cupping a breast, the other wrapping around her erection.

"Ah...T-Twilight." Barb moaned as the horny alicorn began stroking her.

"Wow, you're really pent up, babe." Twilight commented, circling a finger around the hard pebble in her grip. "And it's not even sunrise yet!"

A whine of pleasure escaped her lips as she leaned back to kiss her thrusting into her lover's grip. In doing so, though, she saw something that caused her to squawk in terror. "Twilight!! The bathroom door....y-you left it open!"

"Huh?" She looked over to see said entrance was wide open, giving anyone that could walk by a full view of them both. "Oh, whoops!" She giggled sheepishly, still pumping.

"But...mmmm...T-*squeak*Tempest'll be..oohhh...she'll be walking up soooonnnmmff.." Barb tried to protest, but the impromptu handjob was making it hard for her to mean it.

"Then-you-better-hurry-up-and-cuuuu-uuum." Twilight replied in a singsong voice, beating her off a little faster and eveloping Barb's scrotum in a purple glow.

"What are you-a-aahhhh..!" Her voice broke off into a strangled cry when she felt her balls being vigorously massaged by the aura. She was forced to lean against Twilight when her legs almost gave out from under her. It didn't take long before a familiar tightening made itself known in her balls. "Twi, I'm gonna...!"

"Go ahead." Twilight's voice dropped into a husky growl. "Cum for me, baby."

With a soft cry, Barb threw her hips up as she released her load against the shower wall, the thick while fluid hitting the tiles with a steamy splash. She thrusted another three or four times, coating her dick and twilight's hand in sticky heat.

"Good girl." Twilight giggled, kissing Barb's shoulder before moving to lick the cum off her fingers. "Yum, spicy as always."

"You...*pant*...you're such a perv...'Bookworm'." Barb commented while catching her breath, marking the happy little squeak that resulted from her use of the pet name as a victory. "Now that you're done 'molesting' me, we should get cleaned up."

The actual shower took a bit more time than usual, mainly because they had a little trouble keeping just the soap bar on each other's bodies (thankfully Twilight closed the door before that). Once they did make it, though, Twilight teleported back to her room to get some clothes.

Slipping on a pair of sufficiently baggy sweat pants and shirt, Barb checked the mirror and relaxed a bit. "Well, start of a new day." She said to herself.