“DUSK!” Barb leaped into the air, callously barreling through ponies as she tracked his scent to find a closed door. Even over the party’s clamor, the drake heard a faint squeak from inside, so she gingerly pushed the door open before hurriedly closing it behind her. After ascending the stairs, as expected, upon the bed sat a shivering lump beneath the covers. “It’s me,” Barb quietly informed as she approached. Climbing atop the mattress, the drake curled around the quivering bulge and relaxed. They’d endured this before, and she knew to simply be patient and wait for Dusk to calm down.

“Sorry,” Barb quietly said as the noise beyond the door continued. “I should have guessed you’d have issues when even I got overwhelmed. These ponies just don’t know when to quit.”

“Why didn’t you roar at them?” Dusk asked beneath the covers, shaking a little less now that he felt Barb’s familiar warmth.

“Excuse me?”

“Like earlier today. You roared at Precision. Why didn’t you scare these ponies away, too?”

Barb needed a second to think about that, as roaring at unwelcome bitches was kind of her thing. “Huh. Um, I guess I didn’t sense any aggression from this bunch.”

“Aggression?”

“Yeah. Precision looked like she was about to do something stupid before I stepped in. But these girls…” Barb trailed off in thought. “Call me crazy, but I think they were genuinely interested in you… us. That’s still weird to think about.”

“R-really?” Dusk softly chuckled. “You never thought about getting intimate with other ponies before?”

“Not really. I don’t think my sex drive is as strong as a pony’s. Though, now that I’m thinking about it, Rarity’s idea of a dinner date doesn’t sound half bad.” Barb nosed the lump under the covers and asked, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Which sounds best?”

Dusk finally emerged from beneath the covers. “I think it would be best if we get some rest. Studying is clearly out, so we might as well clear our heads so we can talk to the queen when she gets here.”

“Good idea. I need to ask her if there’s some kind of surgery for removing that stick up your butt.”

Dusk frowned up at the drake’s shit-eating grin. “That wasn’t funny the first fourteen hundred times, and it’s not funny now.”

“Agree to disagree. But, if this is what you want, then shut up and close your eyes,” Barb gently instructed as she rested her head near the small stallion.

Dusk, however, just kept staring at his companion. “Um, I-I’m better now, so, i-if you wanted to go back and j-join the party…”

“It wouldn’t be any fun without you,” Barb dismissed, eyes still closed.

“But what about Rarity?”

“I get the feeling she’s the persistent type. They all are, so they’ll still be here tomorrow. We can try again then.”

Dusk’s ears splayed in shame as he looked upon the large drake, quietly hating himself for holding her back from what she wanted because he was too much of a weirdo. Barb did so much for him, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to repay his debt. “Ya know, Fluttershy’s not the only one with an encyclopedic knowledge about dragons.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. For example, your spines usually quiver when you’re mad. However, I know they only move that way when you’re horny,” Dusk informed while pointing, grinning a little anxiously when his familiar opened her eyes, and her head ascended above him.

“So you noticed?”

“Now that I can think straight, yeah,” Dusk confirmed, tossing the covers aside to expose himself. “A lot of mares flirted with you today. You must be so worked up.”

Barb extended a claw and gently knocked the sitting pony onto his back, revealing an erection as long as his leg. “I’m not the only one,” she said, her face descending as she nosed where the base of his dark purple cock met his heavy-hanging balls. Inhaling his masculine scent, she added, “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Dusk blushed, forelegs pulled against his belly as Barb shifted around him. Her body was like a wall that blocked everything beyond, rendering Dusk’s whole world as nothing but the drake. Of course, wielding such power over one so small and precious turned her on immensely. The drake’s mighty jaws parted, and her long, slippery tongue extended to encircle the phallus. Dusk moaned and reflexively arched his back to buck his hips as the hot and slippery oral appendage constricted and massaged his length.

Barb hummed appreciatively as Dusk’s flavor spilled across her tongue. While she’d seldom discussed the matter with others, the drake had always found ponies delicious. Male or female, everything from their tight little puckers to their perky little snoots was utterly scrumptious. She could spend hours cuddling with her adopted mothers, father, or pseudo-siblings, holding them close and licking them like a mother cat. Of course, like most predators, she preferred their softer bits. And while she enjoyed licking pussies more than cocks overall, none held a candle to the sweet candy now pulsing in her grasp. Dusk made the cutest noises, and she knew how to press all his buttons. For example, her twining tongue slithered south to the stallion’s tight pucker. Simply touching the ponut was enough to make Dusk’s body jerk, but the sounds he made when she penetrated him were like music to her ears.

***

“Yup, they’re doing it,” Pinkie confirmed, holding the oddly-shaped horn in her ear up to the door. Behind her stood a mere four ponies, with the rest having departed once it became clear the guest of honor wasn’t attending.

“This is highly uncouth and a breach of privacy,” Rarity huffed as she turned away, only to keep one eye trained on the pink mare shamelessly touching herself. “However, since I suspect no pony is leaving anytime soon, might you, pray tell…?”

“It sounds like she’s starting with some oral action,” assessed Pinkie, licking her lips. “Oh, and I think she’s doing a rim job, too. Stallions don’t usually make that noise unless you do stuff with their butts.”

“Dragon tongues are quite long and dexterous,” Fluttershy added. “She, uh, c-could do a lot.”

“No way her tongue’s better than mine,” Rainbow boasted. “Of course, the only way we could be sure is a good old-fashioned cunnilingus death match. First to make the other cum, wins Dusk.”

“That ain’t how it works, sugar cube,” Apple Jack chided. “He belongs ta his moms ‘til he puts on a collar. Course, with them ain’t here, Ah think Barb’s got the main claim as his familiar… sister… whatever. At best, ya can do what ya wanted fer a day, but when that dragon comes askin’ fer him back, Ah hope ya do the smart thing ‘n’ jus’ let it happen.”

“She’s right, Rainbow,” Fluttershy agreed. “Dragons are very protective of what they hold precious, and there’s no telling what she might do if she feels he’s sufficiently threatened.”

“So, from what you’re saying, it sounds like these two are a packaged deal?” inquired Pinkie, the horn still in her ear. “I can live with that. Hehe, it might be fun to be the little spoon for a change.”

“Not so fast, darling. What makes you think you should get them?” asked Rarity. “I have just as much right to them as you do.”

Pinkie looked at the white mare like she’d grown a second head and started speaking in tongues. “Well, duh! I never said I’d get them exclusively, just eventually. It’s obvious we all want a piece of the action, so why don’t we just share and take turns?”

The other mares exchanged ponderous looks. Clearly, none had considered this route, for which they were embarrassed. They’d all been around town and knew each other well enough. While their relationships with one another ranged from casual to much more, mares coming together over a stallion was hardly original.

“Well, we shouldn’t get too far ahead ‘f ourselves, now,” Apple Jack cautioned. “The li’l fella ain’t exactly said yes ta any ‘f us.”

“Perhaps, but surely, it’s only a matter of ti~hime,” Rarity countered in a sing-song voice. “After all, how could any stallion resist this for long?” she questioned while striking a pose.

“Mah brother has. It ain’t impossible,” Apple Jack reminded, smirking when Rarity shot her a death glare.

“That doesn’t count. I’ve never used the full force of my charms on your brother. Don’t get me wrong, Big Mac is quite the handsome stallion, and he’ll make some lucky mares very happy someday. However, somepony his size is not my preference.”

“When you say size, I hope you don’t mean dick,” Pinkie added. “Cuz I got a peak at Dusk’s fifth leg, and yeah, fifth leg is pretty accurate,” she explained to the other mares’ elation, with Rainbow even pumping her hoof in victory. “Though I think he’s a tad smaller than Big Mac, but that’s still pretty big. Oh, wait. Quiet, I think they’re doing something different.”

***

Barb was too enthralled with her task to notice the change in sound and smell from beyond the door below. Dusk’s cock throbbed, looking like it might explode at any second as the poor guy whimpered. He needed release, but he trusted Barb to do her thing. Wielding such responsibility, the drake reared up to her full height. Looming tall and intimidating to most, her hind legs scooted forward until her torso hovered directly over the stallion’s spire. Then her groin scales split, revealing her pink slit and unleashing a gust of aromatic pheromones. With a grin that sometimes sent small children screaming, Barb carefully lowered herself onto the shaft. It breached her soft and squishy flesh with wet squelches, and she had to bite her bottom lip to avoid moaning too loudly. Finally, she reached the base, positioned on her knees to avoid crushing her little lover. “It’s in,” she whispered. Ponies might debate over whether this counted as real sex, but the two of them needed release, and that’s all that mattered.

“S-so hooot!” Dusk groaned. He tried sitting up to start moving, but a claw half as big as him pinned him to the mattress. The stallion could do nothing but stare in anxious anticipation at the looming master of his fate.

Still grinning, Barb twisted her hips to the side, making Dusk gasp as the friction sent rapturous pleasure through her core. It was like hot coals in her pussy set off fireworks that shot into her brain, making it hard to think of anything but carnal bliss. Her hips rose slowly to savor the withdrawal’s friction, hovered a second, and came smashing down upon the pony atop the soft mattress. “Buck, you’re hotter than usual!” she grunted in a deep, guttural growl.

“S-same to y-you,” Dusk huffed back, still trying to thrust his hips to match his lover’s actions. “Th-those girls must’ve g-gotten to you.”

“Damn right, they did!” Barb crowed as she bounced, no longer caring who might hear as the bed creaked. “I want them, Dusk. I want them and you in my clutches. All the sexy mares and my favorite stallion to screw silly. I’ll shove Rainbow’s face in my ass and make Rarity eat me out. Fluttershy looks like she’d make sounds as cute as yours if I use my tongue, so I’ll sample her first, and I think I’ll train Apple Jack to massage my joints to keep me limber through the orgy.”

“A-and what ab-about m-me?” Dusk huffed as mighty drake hips repeatedly slammed into his pelvis, each time sending his cock to her deepest depths and nearly wiping his mind of all but sexual euphoria.

“Don’t forget Pinkie,” Barb reminded. “She looks like she’s got the best ass, so that’s where you’ll be. I wanna see you mount her like a stallion and hug that butt so she doesn’t throw you off. Ngh! It’ll be like bucking a cotton candy glob!”

“Hnnngh!” Dusk moaned as he came, shooting a torrent of white seed straight into Barb’s cervix. She’d sat down on him as soon as she felt him start, ensuring every last drop went inside her. The drake flexed her vaginal muscles when she felt the stallion’s climax start petering out, wanting to milk him for all he had. Dusk never stopped groaning as his body writhed under pleasurable pressure. This lasted almost a minute before the stallion was spent. The colt-looking stallion fell limply against his sheets, unable to even turn his head.

Seeing such helpless prey lie before her, Barb’s draconic instincts drove her to salivate as her head descended. Her lover wreaked of sex and sweat, tickling her nostrils and stoking her appetite. Parting her jaws, a gust of hot breath escaped as she pondered taking the next step. Dusk always tasted good, but he’d feel even better sliding down her throat and curling up in her tummy. It would be so easy, too. The little guy was so out of it that he probably wouldn’t notice until he was halfway down her gullet. Yes, it would be so easy, and no one could stop her.

“N-Nightm-mare,” Dusk groaned, barely half-conscious. “G-gotta stop N-Nightmarrre.”

Barb’s dripping jaws closed as she snorted in a disappointed huff. Even post-orgasm, Dusk had never stopped thinking about his mission. This troublesome stallion had no shortage of annoyances, even if she admired his determination. Imagining how much he’d whine if he woke up in her tummy, Barb reasoned that it wasn’t worth the trouble, and decided to not eat the little guy tonight. Instead, she curled back around his small form so they both had their sleep aids. And as she laid her head beside him, Barb almost hoped that Nightmare Moon really would come back, if only to avoid disappointing her favorite pony.

***

“Did she do it?” Apple Jack asked on behalf of the mares without listening horns all packed together around the pink one, her hips grinding as she bit her bottom lip and awaited the narrator’s announcement.

“Uuuh, nuh-uh,” Pinkie answered, which was not what her audience wanted to hear.

“What!?” snapped Rainbow, only for the others to hurriedly seal her mouth shut. A brief tussle ensued, followed by the speedster coming up for air and demanding in a more library-appropriate volume, “What gives? It sounded like she was totally building up to that.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too,” Pinkie agreed in resignation. “But Dusk muttered something I couldn’t really hear, and then Barb stopped. It sucks, but that’s how it goes sometimes. On the plus side, at least we know that Barb is totally on board for an orgy.”

“Yer jus’ sayin’ that cuz ya’ll get Dusk first.”

“Yeah, but dragon butt sounds like a pretty decent runner-up prize,” Rainbow countered. “Not that you’d know, little miss masseuse.”

“Well, I can certainly appreciate that she can identify my oral skills,” Rarity said while fluffing her mane. “I shan’t shirk my duties.”

“I’m just glad to be included,” Fluttershy muttered, pretending no pony had noticed the puddle beneath her dripping marehood as she couldn’t stop imagining Barb’s draconic tongue at work. For only she knew what the fire-breather was capable of.

Pinkie grinned as she observed the mares who may soon become her new wives. “Oh, yeah. This is gonna be good.”

Author's Note

Ya know, going back and watching the old show to refresh myself, it’s funny the things you notice. In the first episode, Twilight’s bedroom loft had a dividing wall between it and the main library. However, in every episode after, the loft and library are part of the same open space. Should this story go beyond the first two episodes, I think I’ll stick with the divider, as it just makes sense to have some modicum of privacy for your bedroom.

Anyway, thus concludes the first sex scene. However, as Rarity so eloquently put it, intercourse between family members doesn’t count. I like how this idea borders on sweet despite the depravity, because it leaves no question where Barb stands in relation to Dusk. We also have the five horny mares looking at one another and going, ‘yeah, we’re good with sharing,’ confirming that female bisexuality is a predominant thing in this world, as it should be.

Also, in case there’s any lingering doubt, yes, there will be vore in this story. I’ll see about separating it into a second part of the next clop for those who don’t care for this fetish, but it's coming.

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