Barb's Pheromones
B_25 & Prince Uldren
The change in the air was because of her, that slender and small dragon of perfection, permeating a musk as rich as it was sweet, a tickling of pleasure and hunger to the one that inhaled it. Dusk knew her charge hadn't returned from dragon migration the same. Oh no. Something had been drastically different.
For he had been drawn to it as well.
“I showered and soaped all over! How can I still stink?”
Dusk winced at hearing those words as the innocence of the question proved how foul her mind had become due to the smell. Even through the scent of her strawberry soap, the floating pheromones controlled the scene. “It's not that Barb. You've always been a bit messy... but you've always stayed clean.”
“But now I can't get whatever is on me off!” Barb pulled on the towel cast over her chest, teasing the delicious slit that was hidden. She worked the fabric into a patch of scales to no effect. “Ever since I got back from that dang trip all the stallions in this town have been looking at me funny! One even tried reaching for my butt! Can you believe that?”
Barb stomped into a turn and crossed her arms, unaware of the hiking of her tail, which pushed up on the bottom of the towel. The article tensed in being driven up, the thickest swell of those supple cheeks behind. Lime scales in their centres washing inward as the rest was the standard purple.
A bubbly bum that kept at the right sense of looseness.
“E-Er... the nerve on some of these stallions?”
Barb snapped her claw and turned back around. “Exactly! I'm going to get jumped at this point.” She paced from the table to the counter, back and forth, lost in a train of thought. “What I need is a sword, a shield, and some bow and mirrors. If I can't get this smell off from me then I need a way to deal with a horny populace.”
Dusk opened his mouth but didn't speak, his eyes darting down, unsure of what the right call was here. Everything in the air had phased through the skin in its tingly journey to his crotch. Already twitches of life came to the thing not allowed to get hard. “I... don't think you can go out in general.”
“What! How come?”
Dusk kept his mouth open for a few seconds, head tilting in confusion at the obvious answer, his voice flooding through to cement it. “Because you may attract every guy in this town? I trust the ponies to not become too wild in regards to you. But I can't discount those who might try something more.”
Barb shrugged and flipped her claws in the air. “Hence the sword dum-dum.”
“Will you stop calling me dum-dum? Say you had the power to beat off horny offenders—what about yourself naturally?”
Barb blinked in shifting onto a hip, coming to place a claw there, a delicious, smug pose to a small girl. She was casual in becoming attractive with all the little things she did that exploded delight into others. “What do you mean? I'd do what I normally do: beat them with whatever near.”
Dusk drove a hoof between his eyes and suppressed a sigh, one to exhaust the tension rising within... second to stop looking at the girl inspiring him to explode. Slender and petite and oozing with allure. That childish smugness did wonders as a bait to cash in all his chips in. “Can you deny you're not more in the mood to... do things in?”
Barb opened a mouth but did not speak, instead choosing to dash a step to the right, crouching behind the wooden chair. Her eyes narrowed and swept the scene. “What kind of things?”
“Don't play funny with me Barb.” Dusk pulled his hoof away and dared closer to the dragon. He expected her to retreat a step in her suddenly nervous state... but did not move. “I know you feel it too. There's no way you can. You're releasing pheromones into the air.”
“And that's not my fault Mr. Girl Expert!” Barb stepped out from the side of the chair and came to stand tall. “Just because my body is getting hot and bothered doesn't mean I want to be a part of it.” Seconds passed before Barb's eyes widened at that delivery. She turned and smashed her fist onto the table. “And I totally did not say that!”
Dusk inhaled deeply—an instant regret as the richness of her scent bloated the bottom of his lungs—and exhaled sharply. Coming next to the dragon, he laid a hoof over her shoulder, smooth across, a smallness in of itself that asked to be hugged into compression. “But that's exactly my point. You may not want this but the instincts of your body do. It could cause you to make the wrong choice with the wrong pony. We all make mistakes in other states.”
Had it been any other male, this wouldn't have been possible, the sleek dragon sinking into Dusk's coat. Beyond risky was her aroma with her body reaching its peak of sexuality. Despite the tension and insecurity, Barb snuggled herself into the stallion, not minding how, even in her vulnerable state, how he towered over her. “Then why am I like this Dusk? I'm not even a pony. If my smell was to attract dragons... then we wouldn't be having this issue.”
“You say that,” Dusk chuckled, “until a fully-grown dragon tears away at this castle looking for you.”
“Really know how to cheer a girl up.”
“I'll make this a new subject to study.”
“You're never going to get laid like that.”
“Flaunting your powers over me already?”
Barb snuggled her head into the tuft of Dusk's coat, feeling the furs brush across there, coming to hug the thickness of his foreleg for support. She gazed down as her eyes glossed over. Not in sadness... but in something very much close to it. “But did you study this at all? Why would I attract ponies of all things?”
Dusk brushed a hoof around her head and drew her deeper into his chest, rubbing the smooth scales to comfort her. He sighed as his chin nuzzled next to Barb's spines. “Afraid all I currently have is a hypothesis. You've spent your life around ponies instead of dragons. I think, intrinsically, you may even know us better than them.”
Barb sighed in being able to follow the logic. “So even when I reach... heat, it knows to go for my current environment?”
“That appears to be so.”
“If that's the case... then why don't you seem to be attracted to me?”
Bombs weren't a known entity in the world of Equestria. However gigantic magical explosions were the closest example to one. Dusk had never seen one beyond the writings thereof in books. And never did she dare to summon the tremendous amount of energy and power to craft one.
Yet Barb had dropped one, rather so easily, right before her.
“That's a hard question to answer Barb.” Dusk held the girl close not to further comfort her but rather to hide. His intent wasn't saved as the rapid succession of his heartbeat exposed. “Of course you're attractive. You're a cheekiness in every fashion that drove most guys wild in the first place. I know you don't focus too much on that stuff, but ironically enough, in you being you, in not trying to be sexy... you do a lot of things that draws everyone in.”
Silence for a second. “Even you?”
Dusk sighed and slumped as the jig was up. “Of course I'm attracted to you Barb. You're my best friend no matter what. We might be drastically different but it's because of that we're so good to each other. You... wouldn't believe how much I'm fighting myself to lose this friendship to that smell.”
“I-Is it... that good?”
“You were always attractive Barb.” Dusk sighed. “The smell now makes me want to do a lot of things I'd get in trouble for.” He shook his head with determination. “But I'd never do anything like that to you. Right now you need a friend you can trust. And I won't sacrifice what we have for sexual bliss.”
Barb giggled, which broke into a chuckle, it all erupting into laughter. “Hahaha! You talk funny when you're covering yourself up!”
Dusk tapped the top of her head and groaned. “Not funny. That's what I get for trying to be a good stallion?”
“Good stallions rarely get laid.”
“Will you quit that?”
“But a bad stallion... doing a bad thing here... m-might.”
Dusk blinked at those words and stepped away at once, fearful of what might be done in keeping close, the heat of the kitchen raising that smell. That, and the thickness between his legs warming, expanding in twitches, a hardness for too long repressed.
“Barb... w-we can't.” Dusk shook his head and closed his legs together, attempting to trap his enlarging cock between his thighs. But it grew through them and came to throb an inch beneath his stomach. “What did I say about making a mistake with the wrong guy?”
“But who would be a good guy then?” Barb nudged her head to the side, where the window was, the sizzling of heat the composing of the summer afternoon. “The closest we'd have is our friends. None of them I'd want to give that to. This heat is making me want to do something I don't want to do.”
“Which is why you and I should stay in separate rooms and—“
“But when I think of doing it with you, the mind and the heart become one.” Barb allowed a smile that was unlike the rest, wobble and genuine with a few precious fangs showing. Lowering a hand to the front of her towel... she loosened it. “You might be a dork... but you're a good looking dork. You're my best friend Dusk. I can't deny those times where you held me close didn't mean something more.”
Barb pulled onto the towel until it relaxed around her. “Your soft but strong chest and the same with your forelegs. You're like a wimp caught in the body of a beast and that turns me on. No matter how big you are, even in that hug right now, I know I don't have to be afraid... because I know it's you.”
She went to drop the towel and stopped the second before in so doing. “But I can understand if this isn't what you want. I'm all for it Dusk. Maybe it's the heat and the horniness getting to me... but the feelings for you were always there. That, and the desire to explore that body of yours in a way never allowed before.”
Dusk broke into sound again in the form of a dry chuckle. “And here you said I was the one talking strangely.”
“Shut up you dumb dumb.” Barb sighed. “You have a girl ready to drop her towel in front of you. This might be the one time you get laid—alright?” She lowered her head and closed her eyes and waited. “So please, Dusk, say the right thing for both of us.”
Books and knowledge and intelligence couldn't make the choice for him; few things required the call to be made on pure feelings alone. Dusk struggled with those and still did. Friends caused the fight to be easier but not easy.
Now, on his own, his best friend asked to make one for him.
Dusk did what only Dusk could think to do. He rose onto his hind legs to further increase the intimidation factor without realizing it. His cock swung forward in a powerful lung. There it bobbed, throbbing, a twitch to tease the ebony hardness.
“So, uh, y-you want some of this?”
Barb stared at it for a second. Then she fell back, the towel falling to her sides, exposing herself bare. She roared in laughter while pointing at the blushing stallion. Every wheeze to breathe and speaking always faltered to another bout of laughter.
“Even in trying to be a chad... you're still a dork!” Barb laughed and rolled to the side, unaware of her breasts doing the same, delicately inching to a side, the smoothness of their curvature attractive to the eye. “Oh my. I can't believe you exposed yourself like that. It was too good!”
“N-Not funny!” Dusk crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his cock throb to his forearms, nearly surprised at his length. He'd never been this big or hard enough. Something about it being Barb granted him that extra inch in both categories. “And what about you! You're exposed too!”
“Huh?” Barb looked down at her exposed chest of lime as it concentrated into pink at its center, miniature tits enlarging, turned on because of the boy before her. “Oh. Heheh. So the towel came loose when I fell down.” She chuckled as she leaned back onto her claws, coming to spread her legs, exposing sleek and slender mounds tucked between her thighs. “Hard to have stage fright if you've already been pushed onto the stage.” She glanced up at Dusk while presenting herself. “Well? How about it? Will you enter this show with me?”
She held out a claw that shone in the light.
And he came to hold out his hoof, coming to place it in her palm, delighting in feeling those digits sink around it. Dusk towered over the girl as his shadow granted shade to the dragon's heat. Despite his height and stature, Barb didn't hide into herself, rather unfurling herself further.
“Ravage me.”
Dusk placed his hooves on the ground next to Barb's head, leaning in close, their lips an inch away. First to touch was their breaths. The breathing and exhaling of air both warm and cool, scented and not, feminine and masculine. Knowing the hunk couldn't bridge the gap, the smaller one reached up, hungry for the kiss, pulling it down onto herself.
Dusk felt the nibble of fangs pulling his mouth down, which he followed through on, feeling those pert, supple lips, coming to mesh over his own. They were soft despite their firm covering of scales—each flexing intensely to the impressing of the kiss. A few locks and whiny exhales, readjustments and closing eyes. Feeling led to what vision could not see.
And the two gladly followed blindly.
Barb's tongue slipped between the broad lips of Dusk, curving and teasing inside the maw, searching for the treasure it had entered for. In the recess loomed the beast of the cave. Large and vast and born of muscle. Dusk's tongue raised from its pool only for the other to wrap around it, over and over, bringing it into a squeeze.
Dusk's eyes opened to the smug face of Barb below, the admittance of playing a dirty trick, a slight tease of what are you going to do about it? Wiggling his tongue caused the smaller one to move as well, able to press it to a wall and pin it to the ground with ease—but always it could slither out.
Power was nothing to mobility.
But that wasn't fully true.
Dusk had been captured in the new feeling. Never had his cock been shown to another, much less the charge he loved, who laid on her back, deviously, exposing her tightness to him. Already he was lowering himself fully to the ground. His cock came onto her chest, its head before her swells, earning a moan from her.
She supported herself on a single claw and used the other to push her breast into the object, meshing her softness into the side of hardness, evoking a twitch from it, a dribble of pre pooling onto the scales below. Dusk didn't know what he was doing in rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his cock through that slender valley.
All he knew was that it felt good.
And then it felt better when a claw settled upon it.
Barb's eyes were half-lidded as she started through him, knowing that, despite their size difference she was the one in charge. Her digits wrapped carefully underneath his member, something he couldn't see beneath his barrel. That claw came to the base and pumped, forward and back, coated heated slime from the head to the rest—earning a few helpless jerks from his hips.
Having his thick cock, jerked off, by his best friend, all in their kitchen.
The buzzing of euphoria billowed in pleasant steam in Dusk's head as his tongue rolled onto his bottom lip. Flicking back and forth as the claw worked in the reverse to bring him to the height of pleasure. Being teased like this was too much. That little dragon, under him, beneath his barrel, before his cock, jerking it off as they made out.
He needed more of it.
One thrust took it too far as the head of his cock jabbed into the delicate chin of the girl. Barb broke the kiss to see the roundness of the flare now before her face, twitching and happy, a desire for her attention.
“Aren't you just a cute and strong thing?” Barb leaned in and kissed the flare right above the slit, coating her lips in warm honey, the member rubbing around in inches at being allowed at such a place. “But you're probably cold... aren't you? Here.”
Barb parted her lips and exposed the tightness of her maw, a cloud of steam washing over the excited dick. She teased where it was about to go as her tongue slid across its underside. Not much of a support but, at the very least, a guide to direct where it needed to go.
Dusk couldn't bring himself to thrust forward into the waiting mouth, which earned a tilted head and confused expression from Barb. Her smirk came in sensing his cowardice. Even here she'd have to do all the work for the shy stud. Without breaking eye-contact was how Barb stuffed her face into the cock.
Taking up to its medial-ring into her mouth.
Dusk threw his head back as an elongated moan vibrated through his throat, unable to stop the flicking of his hips, expressing the burning arousal melting at his muscles. His pace slowed but did not disappear. Rather he rose higher and one of his forelegs rose to the back of Barb's head.
Barb had started to bob her head across the throbbing shaft, lathering it further in the warmth of her spittle, enjoying the taste of spicy peppermint. The taut and lavender belly overhead bloated out the view above. Everywhere was Dusk. So big and masculine. If never he spoke then he could be an alpha for sure.
What she saw in the distance, however, was the leathery skin of the Dusk's ballsack—pulled taut by the hefty weight of those orbs. Both of them dangled and swung in place, subtly, and called for her touch.
Barb fully sat up and found a hoof to the back of her head, the stallion arching higher, allowing her greater access to his underside. She reached out a hand to his balls and allowed one to rest on her palm, not suspecting the weight to be so great, the size spilling over the edges of her palm.
Yet she worked on them the same, raising and dropping with little squeezes to coax that which was within. More importantly she wanted to feel them. Right on her face. It gave her motive, in the next bob forward, to swallow those extra inches—allowing the cock to slide into the confines of her throat.
There her silky walls clamped around the member and squeezed it, the muscles rubbing up and down its length, a periodical increasing of pressure to increase the pleasure in the stud. Dusk was beyond words as he neighed. With himself arched, he pumped his hips forward, fucking Barb's throat, without retrained as bliss converted him into an animal.
Barb didn't mind being treated as a toy as her stallion finally let himself go; the strong foreleg wrapped around her head ensured she couldn't back away in every pounding of his cock into the depths of her throat. Each thrust reached deeper, all of her to clamp harder, her tongue still licking at every inch of his spicy taste
And he pumped and pumped, his mighty balls flying back and forth, coming to smack on her chin, again and again, as her throat bulged in the shape of his meaty member. Its twitches grew wild and his flicks blurred as everything seemed ready to burst and explode.
Then the stallion caught his breath and backed away at once.
“B-Barb!” Dusk stumbled back a few steps with his dick now pressed into his stomach, on the precipice of finishing—denied to ensure Barb was alright. “Are you okay!? I'm am so so so sorry about that! Let me.”
Dusk found himself silenced by the glare of the one on the floor, that face of anger ready to tear his face off. Those claws were more than able. Swallowing and ready to accept the pain and punishment for taking advantage of her like so—he found himself confused as Barb spread her legs as far she could.
“Fuck me,” Barb hardly fit the words through a wheeze of steam, “right now.”
“But what about—“
“I wanted to suck your cock because it gets me off! Do you not get how hung you are! Fuck me, Dusk! Fuck me already!” Barb gestured her claws to her exposed mounds, glossed over by wetness, a flick to them to demonstrate their need for him. “Pussy is right here! Now fuck it! Please. For all of us. Can you just fuck me already!?”
Dusk swallowed and nodded and wondered if he should pass his crown to Barb once all of this was done. He sauntered over to the other, feeling the slaps of his cocks to his legs and belly, then coming to hover over the other.
His hooves shot to the ground on either side of her head, allowing his cock to lower on her stomach, its surface burning into him. The tingles of heat guided him downward where the slickness of honey saw his head guided to the plush lane between those rolling mounds.
Dusk adjusted his hips until the head of his erect cock was level with the slit, coming to slowly push himself in, the tightness of the walls, alive in warmth and wetness, spreading beyond possible to accept his size. Slowly his cock entered deeper into her, everything hugging onto him.
Barb arched on the ground and threw her face into the side of his next, kissing until nibbling on the roughness of the coat, moaning into the field of fluff. She did her best to flick into the member, it inching deeper inside her. Everything was pushed apart and collapsed back onto him as a result. Both of their highs were rising to heights beyond the sky itself.
Dusk rocked back and forth into the tightness of the cunt, unable to fit all of himself in, what was there more than enough. He came and nibbled on Barb's frill as both were close to finishing. All he could whisper was the truth. “I love you, Barb.”
And she whispered from her place on him. “And I love you, Dusk, my big dum-dum.”
Dusk's thrusts built faster and harder as the other slid on the floor from the weight behind the motion, both of them enduring the building, the one between their hips, the dam cracking, that itch finally scratched, the roaring moans of the duo becoming a single sound.
His cock reached climax and twitched inside her, unable to move due to space, but shooting its ropes of cream deeper into her depths. Barb rolled her head as her inner-walls clenched, released the heat that pricked at her from within. The exception of her center, the place she craved to have full, which it now was.
Full of her Dusk.
