Heated Barbs

Dusk Shine's quill moved rapidly, worry etched across his face. His oldest companion and surrogate little sister was sick and he had no idea what to do. As such, he did what he always did when presented with such a challenge.

Dear Prince Solaris,
Yesterday morning, Barb awoke complaining about stomach cramps that persisted throughout the day. This morning, I was awoken to the sound of her crying out in pain.
I asked what she could have eaten that could have caused this, but she assures me she only ate what she usually eats. According to Barb, the pain is a burning in her abdominal region, just below her stomach.
Please, I don't know what to do, and I fear for her well being. If you know anything that can help or where I might find answers, please tell me.
Dusk Shine

The young alicorn rolled up the note, and with a flash of his horn, sent the letter its intended recipient.

With that done, Dusk stood and cast another spell, teleporting himself into Barb's room.

“Barb, are you okaohmySolaris!”

Barb jumped, quickly pulling her claw from her vagina and yanking the covers over herself.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!” Dusk shouted quickly, turning around and slamming his eyes shut.

“Knock before you come in!” Barb shouted before curling in on herself and groaning in pain. “Darn it, it's hurting again!”

“A-again? Did it stop?” Dusk queried, turning slowly.

Barb blushed fiercely and looked away bashfully. “Y-yes.”

“Was... that what made it stop?” he asked, suddenly finding himself with a theory he did not want to be true.

Barb pulled the cover up over her face, and said in a voice that Butterscotch would call quiet, “Uh huh.”

Thankfully, the sudden awkwardness was broken by the sound of a voice coming from down stairs.

“Dusk Shine, Barb, I have come to assist you.” It wasn't the voice of Solaris, but Artemis, prince of the night.

“Artemis, up he-” Dusk began, but stopped at the sight of terror on Barb's face. “Uh, I'm coming!” He yelled down before turning back to Barb. “Just... Um... get cleaned up... and, uh... yeah.”

With that, he teleported away, finding himself in the castle foyer.

“Ah, there you are my friend,” Artemis said in his boisterous tone and pulled the younger prince into a bone crushing hug. “How fares our young friend? Is she bedridden with her illness or can she move about?”

“N-no,” Dusk answered, struggling to speak through collapsed lungs. “She's... getting... washed up...”

Just as Dusk was about to surrender to unconsciousness, the moon prince released him. Dusk gasped for air as Artemis continued, seemingly unaware to the near-murder.

“Then she can still function properly. We can mark off scale rot and wyrmbane from the list.” Artemis said with a happy smile. “Has she a lump on one shoulder? Specifically, one that looks as though it could be a head?”

Dusk blinked in confusion at that. “Uh... no? That's a thing?”

Artemis just continued. “Are her scales paling?”

“No, in fact, they honestly seem to be shinier,” Dusk informed.

“Shinier?” Artemis looked at Dusk in curiosity. “How old is she?”

“Twelve, why?”

“Has she been pleasuring herself, recently?”

Dusk's eyes shot open as his face did it's best impression of a tomato, answering the question well enough.

“H-hello – ow – Prince Artemis,” came Barb's voice as she descended the stairs. “Do you know what's happening to me?”

Artemis smiled and stated bluntly, “You're in heat.”

The purple pair stared at Artemis, Dusk with a look of fear and Barb a look of embarrassment.

“Heat? B-but...” Barb began, trying to gather her thoughts, “It's not supposed to hurt this much! I've been around mares in heat, and they're never in pain. Even Sugar and Spice weren't when they had their first!”

“Ah, but they aren't dragons,” Artemis corrected. “Heat for a dragon is quite different. Because a dragoness is only fertile once every five years, her body is more demanding.”

“Well, how do I make the pain stop?” Barb asked, impatiently.

Artemis raised a brow as if that were the dumbest question he'd ever heard. “I would assume it were obvious. Find a mate and engage in coitus.”

Barb was frozen in shock as Dusk finally found his voice. “Whoa, now! She is entirely too young to be having... that.” His cheeks flared again. “Isn't there a spell that can ease the pain?”

“Yes,” Artemis stated. “But thanks to a dragon's natural resistance to magic, it only lasts for a few hours and can only be used once per cycle.”

“H-h-how long does a cycle last?” Barb asked, nervously.

“Until satisfied,” the night alicorn replied. “Female dragons are quite rare. As such, it is of utmost importance that every female reproduce as often as possible. That, along with their solitary nature, often requires a female to fly for months or even years to find a suitable mate.”

“But... But... She's only twelve!” Dusk protested.

Artemis sighed. “The two of you must realize, Barb is not a pony, but a dragon. I am sorry, Barb, but your suffering will continue until you mate. If it is of any help, a pony will satisfy the urge without risk of pregnancy.”

“I don't even- hmm,” Barb doubled over as another cramp twisted her gut. “know any colts,” she barely managed to say.

“Other than the Crusaders, anyway,” Dusk continued for his number one assistant. “and I'm not about to ask my friends if they would let their little brothers have sex with Barb.”

Artemis smirked. “Then perhaps you should ask one of them if they would be willing to do so themselves.” Dusk nearly choked on air at that suggestion. “Specifically, a certain unicorn that has a soft spot for you dear Barb.”

“What!” Dusk shouted, actually finding himself angry at his fellow prince. “First of all, I doubt Elusive would be willing, and second, Barb's a minor. That would be illegal!”

Artemis chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “You are still thinking of Barb as a pony. Tell me, what is the legal age of consent for a pony?”

“Sixteen.”

“Griffin?”

“Uh, Fifteen.”

“Minotaur?”

“Eighteen...” Dusk already saw where this was going.

“Dragon?”

Dusk sat in silence, letting out a sigh of defeat.

“There isn't one,” Artemis answered for him. “As there has only ever been seven dragons to claim Equestrian citizenship, there are few laws concerning them.”

Artemis turned toward the young dragoness, placing a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “Barb, no pony will force you to do something you do not wish to do, but if you decide to find a mate, you and he shall be protected. Whether a colt your own age, or an adult stallion, you have our blessing.”

“B-but...” Barb finally found her voice again. “But I don't even know if he likes me like that.”

At that, Artemis just smirked knowingly. “I don't think you have much to worry about. How about this. I will cast the spell I mentioned on you, and you can spend the next hour or two thinking about what you want to do. In the meantime, I shall summon our tailor friend. If nothing else, he can be of a platonic comfort. What say you?”

Barb nodded her head with a quiet, “okay.”

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For the first time in what felt like forever, Barb was able to relax. She could hardly believe it had only been two days. She turned her head from her place on her bed, laying on her back and looked at the clock. It had already been an hour and a half.

In all that time, one thing had been on her mind. It wasn't the first time she wished she had been born a pony, but never had she truly hated being a dragon. She normally loved it; the shine of her scales, her exotic looks. Now, though...

Her thought's were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called.

She had expected Dusk and possibly Artemis, but instead she was bolting up, trying to make herself more presentable as a handsome white stallion opened the door. “E-Elusive, hi... how uh... where's Dusk?”

Elusive shifted uncertainly. “He... had an errand to run, and asked if I could... cheer you up. May I come in.”

Barb blushed profusely. She wondered how much they told him as she replied, “Of course.” She shifted over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Cushions are in the corner. Sorry if they're a little frilly. The only ponies I usually have up here are Sugar and Spice.”

“Oh? I had heard your friendship with them has deepened quite a bit,” Elusive said with genuine joy as he set the lacy pink pillow on the floor in front of the bed and took a seat. “And what do you three do up here?”

Barb giggled, “Just girly stuff, paint our hooves and claws, talk about boys.”

“Oh my, are those two already dating?” Elusive asked. “I hope the lucky colts are gentlestallions.”

“Oh, they aren't dating yet, but Sugar has a thing for Twister, and Spice is going to ask Silver Bell out this weekend... oops.” Barb's smile dropped as she realized she just revealed what was supposed to be a secret to the worst possible pony.

“Well, at least I know one of their special someponies will behave himself,” the stallion said.

“You don't mind?” Barb asked, her head tilted in confusion.

“Not at all,” Elusive said with a dismissive wave of a hoof. “I trust my little Silver to be a proper young stallion, and hopefully it will establish a standard for your friends.”

As they sat in pleasant silence for a few seconds, Elusive's expression went from joyous to compassionate. “How are you feeling?”

Barb's face fell slightly. “B-better... at least for another four or five hours. The spell is only temporary, after all. In a few hours, it's going to be the same as before unless I...” she trailed off, turning away to hide her blush.

Elusive winced. “Yes, Dusk mentioned as much.”

“It's not fair,” Barb muttered. “I... I always imagined my first time would be on my wedding night, or even with the colt I was going to marry, but now...” Her voice began to crack. “Now I have to either give myself to the first colt I can or be in pain for the rest of my life.”

Elusive looked at the crying face of his dear friend, fighting the sadness within himself. He got to his hooves and moved to her side, placing a hoof on her chin and bringing her eyes to meet his.

“My dear, Barb,” he began. “There is something I must tell you. It is something I haven't told another soul until less than an hour ago when I spoke to Dusk.” Elusive took a pause to gather his nerve. “Do you know why I always ask you to assist me?”

Barb gave him a questioning look. “You said you could use a 'feminine touch' on some of your suits.”

Elusive smiled warmly. “Yes, that was the original reason, but that hasn't been the only reason for nearly a year.” At that, he took a deep breath, trying to keep his resolve together. “I... have started... This is much harder than I thought it would be.” He released one last breath and met Barb's confused gaze with a determined one. “I have fallen in love with you.”

Barb's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the stallion of her dreams. With one claw, she reached up and pinched her cheek hard. “Ow! I'm not dreaming... wh-why didn't you say anything? You knew how I felt.”

Elusive sighed. “Because I thought it to be wrong. You're still a child by pony standards, but... you are so mature and intelligent for your age, not to mention you stand as tall as I do, that my heart just disregarded your age.”

Barbs brain seemed to just shut down, unable to process what she was just told. “B-but... I'm only as tall as you cause I walk upright,” was all her mind could latch onto.

Elusive chuckled. “Yes, but because of that, when we speak, I can't help but see you as an equal in every way.”

“W-why are you telling me this?” Barb asked, uncertainly.

Elusive's smile softened. “I assume you already know what Dusk and Prince Artemis asked me to do?” Barb nodded, her face reaching shades of red never before seen. “I cannot stand to see you suffer, yet could never do anything to sully your honor. Therefore...” Elusive took her claw in his hoof. “We have known each other for four long years. We know each other well, and are always willing to take time out of our day to help one another. Most importantly we both feel the same way for one another. Barb... Will you marry me?”

Barb's jaw dropped. Of all the outcomes that could have came to pass, that was the one she would have never thought possible.

“B-but...” Barb tried to speak through the haze of her thoughts. “But, I'm too young to get married... aren't I?”

Elusive just smiled warmly. “I asked the prince and Dusk before I came here, and both gave their blessing.”

“Dusk is okay with it?” Barb asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“He was hesitant at first, but he agreed and was even happy about it,” he explained.

Barb couldn't keep the smile from splitting her face as she leaped off the bed and wrapped her arms around the stallion. “Then yes! Yes, I'll marry you!”

Elusive returned the gesture and said, “I apologize I couldn't get a necklace. My parents wanted me to use my grandmother's horn ring, but... perhaps we can fit it to your claw?”

“I would like that.” Barb released her new fiance and gave him a loving smile before blushing and turning away bashfully. “So, can we... um... kiss?”

Elusive smiled back. “We can do whatever you wish.”

Barb leaned in slightly and let him take the lead. Elusive took the hint, moving to meet her, tilting his head, slightly. Barb closed her eyes just as their lips met. The feeling of his lips on hers was like an electric jolt. They were soft and slightly cool, the soft fur around his lips brushing her own. She couldn't help but press into him a bit as his hooves traced gentle lines across her back bringing a soft moan from her.

Elusive, on the other hoof, found himself fascinated by her texture. Her lips were warmer than a pony's and exceptionally soft. Her back scales, too, were warm yet quite firm. He knew these same scales, in a few decades time, will harden to be almost diamond-like.

Too soon, by Barb's standards, he pulled away, leaving an echo of the sensation behind. He couldn't help but chuckle at the dragon's dreamy, thousand-yard stare. “How was your first kiss?”

“Ib hal bub, heheheh...” she babbled.

Elusive grinned triumphantly. “I'll take that as meaning, 'superb'. Would you like another?”

Barb nodded absently and Elusive leaned in again, this time a little more passionately, squeezing her into his barrel. His tongue lightly brushed her lips, begging for permission. Without realizing it, Barb parted her lips slightly, and started slightly when his thick muscle darted inside. Barb's eyes shot open, not really expecting the intrusion, but quickly gave into it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Growing bolder, Barb snaked her own tongue around Elusive's, the long, thin organ wrapping around his like a vine on a tree. It was Elusive's turn to be caught off guard at the very new and very pleasant sensation.

Barb was in heaven, living a long time fantasy, but the young dragoness wanted more. Reaching one claw behind her back, she took hold of one of the stallion's hooves and slowly inched it down until it was resting firmly on her rump. Though he hesitated at first, Elusive took the cue and began kneading and massaging the supple flesh. Barb tried to do the same for him, but found her arms too short, so instead she settled for caressing his barrel.

As if driven by instinct, she slowly began to back up. Unwilling to part, Elusive followed after until her tail met the bedside. Moving his other hoof to her rump, Elusive squeezed and lifted Barb up, placing her on the edge of the bed.

Finally, Elusive broke the kiss, only to move down to her neck, suckling on the tender flesh.

“Mmm,” Barb moaned as he slowly began trailing down her chest, stopping on each band of scales. Lower and lower, past her belly until he placed his hooves on her inner thighs and pressed gently, wordlessly requesting access to the sacred garden.

Blood once again rushed to her cheeks as she brought her claws up to hide her face, and slowly opened her legs.

Elusive finally got a good look at her precious flower. It was quite different from a mare's, looking as if one of her stomach bands simply curled inward, only the tiny nub at the front was recognizable.

“D-do you have to stare like that?” Barb asked.

Elusive smiled and said, “I apologize, my love. I was simply mesmerized by your beauty.”

Before Barb could reply, Elusive plunged his tongue into her crevice, eliciting a gasp from the dragoness.

“Oh my gosh!” Her claws shot to her mouth, stifling her cries.

Elusive wiggled and gyrated his tongue within her, flicking her clit every time he pulled out. His hooves reached around Barb's twitching thighs to hold her steady.

Barb, meanwhile, was desperately holding onto her sanity as sensations unlike any other she had felt before radiated from her nethers. Her body curled up, letting her latch onto Elusive's head as his wet, wriggly muscle worked its magic.

“Oh, I-I-I'm about to- oh- Ah!” Barb screamed as her sex contracted around Elusive's tongue as her feminine juices ran into his mouth as she rode out the first orgasm another had ever given her.

Finally, Barb collapsed, her breathing heavy. Elusive crawled onto the bed, hovering over her and smiling seductively.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Barb grinned in satisfaction. “That was incredible. Would... would you like me to... um... do you?”

A flash of fear crossed his eyes before he answered, “Ah, well... it might be best if you practice with something like a banana or cucumber first... Sharp teeth, and all.”

Barb's eyes shot open at the implication. “Ah, good idea.”

Elusive brought himself down to a kiss before saying, “That's fine, though. I'm rather eager to continue, anyway.”

Barb looked between them to finally see Elusive's noble scepter. She also realized how much smaller she was than the stallion, his erection still several inches away from her treasure.

“Will it even fit?” Barb asked, her nervousness apparent.

“I'm sure it will,” Elusive assured. “I will be very gentle, if you wish to continue.”

Barb bit her lip and nodded her head. She suddenly found herself wrapped in Elusive's magic as she hovered across the bed, until she was laid gently in the center with her head on her pillow.

“How would you like to do this? Pony style might be difficult with how much smaller you are than I, and minotaur style might leave you feeling smothered. Of course, you could be on top, but you may have trouble moving.”

Barb looked at her still somewhat stubby legs. She may have grown since moving to Ponyville, but she was still much smaller than her lover.

“I... I guess minotaur style. I wouldn't mind being smothered by you.” She said with a lovey-dovey grin.

Elusive chuckled as he moved over her. “ You are adorable. Try to spread your legs as much as you can, if you would.”

She nodded and complied, grabbing him by the barrel and pulling him closer so she could bury her face in his neck. She could hear the sound of his magic as he lined himself up, moving forward until his pride touched her wet passage. She gasped, gripping him tighter.

“Try to relax,” Elusive advised. “If you relax, it will be much easier on both of us.”

Barb nodded and took a few deep breaths. When she calmed down, Elusive made his move. With one smooth motion, his flare entered her, eliciting a gasp. Elusive wrapped one hoof around her back to both comfort her and assist in penetration.

Slowly and steadily, Barb felt herself filling up. The feeling of Elusive holding her against his barrel as he drove his shaft to her core was pure ecstasy, and when she felt his hips press against hers, she lost it. Her leg twitched as her cries were muffled by his fur.

“Oh my, quite the hair trigger,” Elusive teased.

“Sh-shut up,” Barb complained.

Elusive let her calm down and adjust before asking, “How are you feeling?”

“It... It's... amazing,” the dragoness said breathlessly, looking up at him. “It... doesn't hurt.”

Elusive smiled back. “I'm glad to hear that.”

Their eyes locked as Elusive slowly began to pull out. Barb's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes never leaving his. His second penetration was noticeably faster, Barb letting out an adorable squeak when he bottomed out. It was a sound so adorable, he had to hear it again. His hips pulled back, and thrust back in, earning another of Elusive's new favorite sound.

He picked up a steady rhythm, not too slow but not too fast. Slowly, Barb's adorable squeaks began to get louder. Eventually, she broke eye contact, gripping him harder with her claws and burying her face into his neck again. She wouldn't last much longer, a fact Elusive was glad for as he didn't have long himself.

Elusive picked up a little speed until his hips were slapping against hers. Sweat matted his coat and mane from his passion and his muscles burned from exertion. Barb, too, had beads of sweat making her scales slick.

“Ah... Ah... Ah... I... I... I... Love... You... Elusive!” Barb exclaimed.

Elusive craned his head down, catching her lips with his as he crested his peak. A cooling warmth flooded Barb, pushing her to her own climax. The two held each other as they rode the waves of nirvana.

The two laid there, breath heavy as they held each other in post coital bliss, when Elusive finally said, “I love you, too, my darling Barb.”

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The first rays of sunlight broke through the veil of sleep that so pleasantly held Elusive in its embrace. However, this morning was a little different, as upon waking he was greeted with a dream made real.

The peacefully sleeping face of a dragoness, a small smile radiating warmth the likes of which would make the sun jealous, was but inches from his own. He had to kiss it.

Barb slowly found herself rejoining the waking world as she felt a familiar sensation on her lips.

“Good morning, my dear,” Elusive said as he backed away.

Barb smiled. “So, that wasn't a dream, after all.”

Elusive smiled and said, “It was a dream come true.”

Barb giggled. “That was so corny.”

Elusive brought a hoof to his barrel in mock indignation. “Corny or not, it is the truth.”

Barb just leaned in and kissed him again. “I'll go make breakfast.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Elusive watched his fiance jump out of bed, and walk to the door, intentionally swaying her hips in an attempt to be seductive. It was the tail, though, moving like a snake mesmerizing its prey that he loved. They would have to find out what she can do with that later.

Shaking his head, he too stood and ran up to the dragoness, scooping her up just as she reached the door and nibbling on her neck. They shared one more passionate kiss before he set her down and opened the door for her.

The two headed toward the kitchen when a voice cut them off.

“Elusive,” Dusk called from down the hall. “Can I speak with you, privately.”

Elusive smiled at Barb and said, “Go on. We'll catch up.”

With one last kiss, Barb jogged off and Elusive turned to face what was likely going to be the most awkward morning ever with his alicorn friend.

“Good morning, Dusk,” Elusive greeted as he trotted to the newest prince.

“Did you ask her?” Dusk began.

“I did, and she said yes,” Elusive answered.

Dusk sighed as he began to lead his friend down the corridor in which Barb disappeared. “You know, I always hoped she would meet somepony or dragon and get married one day, but...”

“Our engagement is quite unusual,” Elusive agreed. “But one could argue that we had been dating for years. Barb and I are always spending time together, after all. We know each other inside and out, both our strengths and our flaws.”

“It's not that,” Dusk said. “I understand the need for... what you two did, but I still feel she's too young.”

Elusive nodded in agreement, “Yes, she may well be, but she is also quite mature for her age. Besides, I truly do love her.”

“Yeah,” Dusk said with a conflicted expression, turning towards the kitchen. “I'm still weirded out by that, a little. I mean, I never thought one of my friends, the youngest of whom is twenty, would fall for my twelve year old sister.”

Elusive just smirked at him. “But is it really hard to believe, considering who your twelve year old sister is?”

Dusk smiled and said, “Yeah, she is a remarkable dragon.”

Dusk opened the door to the kitchen and stopped dead as Barb looked at him with wide eyes, a banana shoved halfway down her throat, peel and all.

“I'm out!” Dusk shouted as he turned tail and left.