Coming Home
Dusk kicked the door to the library closed behind him, whistling a merry tune as he carried a large stack of books in his arms, ready to sort and file through them all. He'd been tasked by Celestia, as punishment for burning the old ones, to categorise and place copies of the research journals in his own library. Hopefully with fire protection spells this time. He stuffed his keys back in his pocket, wandering into the expansive book section before being caught by surprise as a broom slammed into the back of his head.
He staggered forwards, dropping the large pile of books onto the ground, before whirling around. His eyes locked onto the green orbs of hatred set into the purple sockets of one Barb the dragon. Hatred and unending fury with pretty much dripping from her orbs, scaled fingers gripping the haft of the broom hard enough to crack it while smoke billowed from her nostrils.
He was gonna need to play this one carefully.
"Hiya, asshole!" she snarled in a furious tone. "Nice to see you remembered where you're supposed to live."
"Not exactly something easy to forget," he said, crossing his arms and looking her up and down.
"Oh, really?" she hissed. "Then where the fuck have you been for the past couple of months? Too busy whoring it up across land and life to bother working, have you?"
"I... a little, I guess," he shrugged.
And handle it well he did not.
Barb's hands snapped clean through the broom, eyes igniting brighter than ever as a torrent of fire spilled out through her bared teeth. She leaped forward, tackling Dusk to the ground and socking him straight in the face with enough force to leave quite the long-lasting mark. The two tumbled downwards, Barb landing on top of Dusk and pinning him to the floor, hands gripping his shirt and wrenching him upwards, eyes glaring into his soul as she spat out her next sentence.
"This has been... the busiest quarter of a year I have ever worked in your employ," she snarled, the venom and anger almost audibly dripping from her voice. "Celestia has swamped me with well over four thousand new titles after some fucking revolutionary finding that rocked the magical world-"
"-I did hear about tha-" he began, only to be cut off by Barb backhanding him across the face, making him fall silent instantly... and exciting him ever so slightly.
"-and I have had nothing close to help from you, the pompous little dickweed who is supposed to be in charge of this library... for three months," she continued. "Not only that, but you left more than five of your stupid fucking experiments in their shutdown stage, leaving acids, volatile materials, and fuck knows what else scattered all over the place for me to clean up... all because you were too busy whoring it up to do your fucking job-"
"-I get that your angry, Barb, and I know that-" he started again, only to end up getting socked straight in the teeth once again.
He was all for a little bit of abuse every now and again, Luna had seen to that over recent weeks, but she was really starting to piss him off at this point. He broke her hold, fingers closing around her throat as he rolled over, powering up his strength and turning the grapple around, slamming her into the wooden floor of the library hard enough to crack it, pinning her in place as they glared at each other.
"You better cut that out," he snarled.
She didn't, instead hooking him across the cheek once more and continuing to speak.
"You abandoned me in the busiest times of the year to go play house with your little slut club!" she spat, tail lashing about underneath her as her fury continued to build.
"Then why didn't you message me for help?"
"I did, you moron! I sent well over thirty letters, sometimes more than a twice a week, asking you to come back and help me!" she roared, punching Dusk in her stomach and catching him off-guard, turning the grapple over again and pinning him to the ground. "But you never answered! I thought you were doing something important, something that I wasn't allowed to interrupt, so I figured you weren't answering for that reason!"
"Why didn't you come and get me?" he asked.
"You never told me where you went!" she roared, fingers closing around his throat as she barely held herself back from choking the life out of him. "I thought you were off on some top secret government mission that was such a big deal that you couldn't tell me. Then I found out through the grapevine that you'd been seen cutting around with Cadance, a very pregnant Cadance, something you never even bothered to tell me..."
Dusk felt a warm drop of liquid fall onto his cheek. His eyes glanced around, looking at the ceiling for the source of the leak... only to realise where it came from: Barb was crying.
"I trusted you, spent every day thinking that you respected me, cared about me, enough that you'd never just run off without good reason when I needed you..." she spat, her voice cracking as the tears continued to trail down her cheeks. "I have spent thirteen hours of everyday trying to keep up with this rush of horseshit, dealing with your work as well as mine because you were too busy making babies to do your..."
She trailed off, eyes softening for a brief moment before returning to their previously hard expression, the fire reigniting as she socked him in the face again, harder than ever before. She cocked her hand back and did it again, then a third, and a fourth. Dusk made no attempt to defend himself, took the pain, accepted the split skin and the flowing blood... what else was he supposed to do? Argue his case? Say she was overreacting?
"You left me..." she said, chest heaving as she really began to sob. "I thought you cared..."
Dusk lay flat on the floor, the red blood from his injuries, possibly even a fractured cheekbone, pooling onto the floor beside his head as he refused to meet her eye. No words came, no words from either of them. The silence dragged out, the only sounds keeping the deafening silence at bay being Barb's ragged breathing and the ticking of an old grandfather clock sat by the desk near the entrance. The purple dragoness trembled, a mix of rage, bitterness, and heartbreak rushing through her and giving a surge of emotion she didn't know how to handle.
"If you don't say something in the next ten seconds..." she snarled. "I'll kill you."
Dusk's eyes trailed over to Barb, bitter and cold as they looked at her. The shock on her face in the change in his behaviour was obvious, soon covered by a return to full-on anger as she expected more resistance.
"What d'you want me to say?" Dusk growled, taking on a tone that she'd never heard in his voice before. "Sorry? You don't wanna hear that because you won't believe it. I promise I'll never do it again? Doesn't matter if I don't later, you're still hurt now. You want me to bust my ass and make up for it? That's not gonna make up for what you've had to go through, is it? There isn't a thing on this Earth I can do to make up for it and there's not a word in this language I can say to make you not hurt anymore."
She was shaking again, head to tail-tip, like a leaf in a tornado. Tears spilled from her cheeks, dripping onto Dusk's blood-stained face as she refused to look away from him. Unblinking, unfaltering, she looked him over. Her expression hardened again, eyes scanning his face for the look she wanted to see.
"So you're telling me you're not sorry?" she growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Barb. Believe me... I don't think I've ever hurt anyone more than this has hurt you... but I can't make up for it. I'm not gonna offer a thousand things to make it right, I'm not gonna get on my knees and beg you to forgive me. This is more than that. You shouldn't forgive me. I abandoned you... got caught up in my own world, had my head up my own ass, and didn't stop to think about what I was doing. Didn't realise who I was hurting while in my own fantasy land," Dusk sighed, eyes rolling away from her again to stare at nothing in particular. "I'm... I can't even believed you stayed. That you're still here to say this to me. I figured after the second week... fuck... after a month of what you've been through, anyone would've hit the road and said all that in a letter signed with a 'fuck you'."
Her bottom lip trembled, biting down hard on it to try and keep her emotions in check as her employer continued to speak, his voice low and growly, lacking in any real inflection besides... failure.
"You shouldn't be here, Barb. You should've gone off somewhere nice. Looted the drawers, taken five sacks of gold, and found yourself on a beach in a resort being waited on by five star staff. You deserve it for even half of what you've done... that and so much more," Dusk said, feeling Barb's scaled fingers lessen around his throat, drifting down to his chest and trembling against his torso. "And me? I'd have been the luckiest in the world bastard to even see the back half of your shadow after what I've pulled with you. The fact you chose to stick around here, fuck, the fact you were still working when I came back... that's not what you should've done. You should've abandoned me and let this bite me in the ass whenever I dragged myself back from lala land."
"You... you're saying you want me gone?" she asked.
"I'm saying I want you to do better than me," Dusk sighed, letting his head drop to the floor with a thud as he stared up into the ceiling. "I'm selfish, stupid, neurotic... always have been, really. Blind as a bat and about half as smart as one, too. Always sticking my head where it didn't belong, throwing myself into situations anyone with two brain cells to rub together would've turned tail and bolted at the sight of. Should've been dead a long time ago, frankly. But I'm not... I'm still here, still being stupid and still hurting people. I'm still here... because of you."
They locked eyes again, the unending billows of smoke in Barb's mouth finally dying down and her eyes becoming visible as the blaze faded away. She looked wounded, hurt and upset, her emerald orbs filled with tears of frustration and pain as she looked down at her oldest friend.
"If I had a bit for every time you've pulled me back from the brink of killing myself I'd have... well..." he stopped, chuckling quietly as he looked away from her again. "I'd have something close to half the money you deserve for doing it, Barb."
The smallest, faintest smile touched her lips as Dusk continued to speak.
"Saved me from dogs, wolves, other dragons, fire, cliff edges, explosions, drowning, poisoning, and gods know what else my stupid brain thought was a good idea to stick my head into at the time... never really say the problem with it back then either... not till you showed me why I was such a damn fool..." he said, locking eyes with her once more. "And looks like we're here again, doesn't it? You hurt and upset about me being as stupid as a stallion can get."
"Some things never change, huh?" she asked, sniffling after the joke.
"They need to, Barb," Dusk said in a solemn tone. "You need to do what you should've done ten years ago: dump me in a ditch and go with something smarter, like a rock or a tree stump. Hell, they'd probably be able to tell better than I can when they're upsetting you."
"You're not that bad..." she said with a shake of her head.
"No, Barb, I am that bad. If I wasn't, we wouldn't be here, would we? Wouldn't be doing the same old song and dance we always to... this time the music's just louder," Dusk sighed, eyes falling down to her stomach as he refused to meet her gaze. "You're hurt, you're angry... and you're always deserving of someone better than who you got. You imagine if Celestia had Gleam keep your egg instead? Or Cadance? How much more fulfilling do you think your life would be if you got stuck with someone who had... had their head on straight? Worked with a soldier who always knew to keep an eye on her men? Or a Princess who could read emotions like an open book?"
"Dusk..." Barb said, her hand slowly running over his chest.
"Instead you got me. Some pint-size moron with a rock for a brain and a self-awareness sense about as fine-tuned as a smashed cello... some purple little sewer rat with as much people skills as a doe has antlers. Gods, what did you do in a past life to deserve me?"
He fell silent for a quick moment, eyes closing as he grimaced, his voice having cracked slightly as the emotion began to get to him.
"Gods... what did I do to deserve you?" he said in a low, gravelly voice.
Silence fell between the two of them, Dusk's confession leading to neither of them knowing where to put themselves or how to approach the next part of the conversation... nor the next part of their time together. Barb grinded her teeth quietly, eyes slowly dragging across the room, from desk to doorway, before she sighed loudly, knowing that she'd kept her hand close to her chest for long enough... and it was time to show the purple moron what she was playing with.
"Dusk... you wanna do something to make me feel better?" she asked, leaning closer to him, placing her face mere centimetres from his. "Kiss me."
"Are... are you serious?" Dusk asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, I'm serious," she nodded, sliding her hands up Dusk's chest and leaning on them. "Kiss me, right now. Do it."
Dusk wasted not a moment longer, pressing his mouth to Barb's and allowing her to wrap her hands around his neck. His fingers found a way to her hips, rather buxom and wide for a creature of her rather small stature, but warm and soft nonetheless. Tongues met one another, the stallion's dwarfed in size and taste by his draconic... parnter's. Barb's mouth was beautiful, warm and delicious, radiating such loving and wholesome feelings towards the stallion that he knew he didn't deserve.
He kept it respectful, no groping or lewding of the dragon in any such way, as he knew there was real, repressed emotion here. But still, he couldn't control what his body wanted. She made him hot, she made him hard. His cock was throbbing in a matter of moments, something he knew she could feel against her thick thigh... he only figured it made her feel uncomfortable, just as it did him at that moment. They broke apart from one another after nearly three minutes, raw emotion still pouring forth even as the kiss broke.
Barb licked Dusk's cheek, cleaning the wound with a healthy amount of lapping and dragon saliva, something known for its magical properties and how it helped close wounds. He tried to thank her, but was kissed again, silence of all but moans falling again as another five minutes was spent merely enjoying the taste of the other's tongue.
"Touch me, Dusk..." she prompted as she briefly broke away. "I want you to touch me."
He nodded slowly, finally setting to some lewd acts as his fingers grabbed handfuls a plenty of Barb's big, scaly rear. She moaned quietly, her long, tickling tongue lapping against his neck as he dug his fingers into her mesmerising booty. The shortstack giggled as her newfound-lover played with her behind, whimpering through gritted teeth as his fingers toyed with the surrounding area and underside of her tail, getting pretty damn close to grabbing what was hidden underneath her pants.
"Take them off me," she beckoned in a horny tone, her voice low and seductive. "Don't bother with keeping them in tact, just... just rip them off."
Dusk nodded, boosting his strength with magic once more and ripping through Barb's jeans, effortlessly tearing the usually-tough material before clapping his hands back onto her warm, soft-scaled ass. It rippled and jiggled like jello from even the slightest touch, so a vicious grope like the one Dusk was giving it was more than enough to get her fat backside bouncing. His fingers slid across the smooth, dense surface of her ass, exploring every inch of his newfound toy as Barb buried her face into his chest, inhaling the scent of the stallion as she mumbled a nervous request through his shirt.
"Touch my pussy..." she said, loud enough to be audible and loud enough to hear the shame in her voice. "I wanna feel your hands... I wanna feel your hands in me."
He nodded quietly, spreading apart her enormous booty and getting his fingers where they needed to go. She was wet as they got down there, excitement and nervousness getting her ready for what they both hoped would come soon. She'd requested that she wanted his fingers inside her, so he did as she commanded. A finger, a single, gentle one, pushed against her lower lips, Barb's arms tightening around Dusk's neck as the pressure built before his soft digit pushed inside her warm, soaking cove.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth, hot breath hitting against Dusk's ear as her fingered his lover, slow and gentle. She grinded back against his finger, getting it as deep inside her as it would go before hitting the last knuckle. She let out a faint squeak once he was deep as could be, something that put a smile on Dusk's face and a blush on Barb's.
"Do it a little... little faster, Dusk," she asked gently, sweetly.
He nodded, giving it a bit more vigour than before as it created an audible sound, something that seemed to bring embarrassment to the purple dragoness but only served to make Dusk lust for her more. He teased the concept of another finger, his ring finger waiting to join the middle one already inside her, but waited for her approval. She nodded slowly, eyes locking onto Dusk's as it pushed inside her. She shivered once again, stretching out wider than before as Dusk really got her going. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, allowing the larger stallion to lean forward and place his own against it, drawing a circular pattern with his tongue against Barb's as something they both enjoyed.
They remained like this for a good while, tonguing and toying with each other until the dragoness hit her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down good and tight around Dusk's hand, fluid pouring down her thighs as Dusk's other hand sensually groped her cheeks, refraining from the usual slapping or cracking her gave the other mares... she'd suffered enough hurt at his hands as it were.
"Good girl... good girl..." Dusk said slowly as Barb rode through her orgasm, her eyelids fluttering and her lip quivering slightly.
She ended with a heavy expulsion of breath, collapsing onto Dusk's chest with a loud flop as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. Her licked them clean, amazed at the foreign, yet beautiful taste, of dragon pussy. He'd never licked one before, but from the taste on his tongue right now was anything to go by, he imagined that Barb's nectar was what 'gem magic' tasted like... it was amazing.
He cupped her face, kissing her for the third time and rolling them both over, pinning the smaller creature down onto the floor and squeezing her supple breasts through her shirt. She moaned into his mouth again, her sweet, sensual squeaks begin to make his cock hurt. He kept it locked away, just like his desire, knowing that Barb wanted to feel loved before she wanted to feel good. She needed to be treated well, it was the least he could do after all he'd done to her.
"I... I wanna see it..." she said through a hot blush. "Show me your cock."
"You've seen it before," Dusk said with a smirk.
"Not like... not like this," she said, poking the rock-hair bulge going along Dusk's leg. "I've never seen it hard before."
He nodded slowly, sitting up and working on his belt buckle. He remove all restraints, watching Barb stare at his crotch with a sense of wonder and longing, before he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He freed his cock, the already-dripping sex organ flinging pre onto Barb's stomach as Dusk unleashed it, the dragoness' eyes widening in amazement and fear.
"That's... gods above, it's huge," she said, reaching forward and placing the flat of her palm against it. "That... that won't fit inside me."
"Now you know where the term 'hung like a horse' comes from," he said with a smirk. "Out of all the species in this world, ponies come second for having the largest penis-to-body size ratio there is."
"Who has the first?" Barb asked.
"Zebras," Dusk shrugged. "But as a species, they're much smaller than we are, so even at their biggest, they're nothing compared to homegrown draft stallion cock."
"How... how big are you compared to the others? Other stallions, that is?" she asked.
"Not the biggest, but..." he said, gently prying her legs open and running a soft thumb over her lower lips. "Big enough."
"I... it's gonna hurt, right?" she asked.
"Only until you get used to it," he nodded. "I promise I'll be gentle and wait until you're ready."
Barb looked between her pussy, Dusk's cock, and the soft, affectionate look in his eyes before finally nodding her head, giving him the signal that he was allowed to go forward.
The purple dragoness was as excited as she was nervous. The object between Dusk's legs bordered on dangerous, and even her wildest fantasies of years gone by had never made him this big. She looked down at his cock against her dripping, begging lower lips, seeing the thick tip of it being almost as big as her vagina in its entirety.
She took a nervous, shaky breath just before Dusk started applying pressure. Her teeth clamped down as the battering ram began to push inside her, the walls of her cunt being stretched to the breaking point before he'd even got the first two inches inside her.
She resented being shorter than other dragons, she despised having to jump to reach the top shelf of a lot of sections in the library, and she hated whenever anyone poked fun at her for being barely five feet tall... but there was no time other than now, no moment in the entirety of her life before or after this that she'd ever curse her small stature... for struggling to let her take the stallion she wanted to spend the rest of it with inside her. Her head rocketed back, a single, short cry escaping from her lips that caused Dusk to freeze instantly.
"No!" she spat out, hand at his chest and begging in her voice. "Don't stop! I can take it!"
"It's hurting you," he said in a quiet tone.
"You always hurt me... that's what I love about you..." she said, finally taking a deep breath and spitting it out. "That's why I love you."
He froze, still as a statue, eyes widening almost enough to have them fall out as Barb finished speaking. Panic launched through the dragoness' body. Was it too early? Did he not feel the same? Was he scared to commit himself? Did he think this was just for the fun of it? Worry coursed through her body, almost on the verge of a panic attack, before gentle hands at her hips helped Dusk keep pushing inside her.
"I think I love you too..." he said, burying inch after inch inside her, her scaled stomach visibly bulging out as his monster cock filled Barb up more than she was meant to be filled.
"Fuck..." she cursed. "Why do you stallions have to be so unbelievably big?"
"Why you gotta be so small?" he asked in a playful tone. "Why you gotta be so tight?"
He continued pushing inside her, the first half of his fifteen inches already inside her womb as he bulged her out further and further.
"Why you gotta be so beautiful?" he asked, nearly hilting himself inside her just as Barb felt like she was about to burst, her body pressing against Dusk's as he finally fit all of himself inside her.
"Why you gotta be so perfect, Barb?" he mumbled in her ear as she wrapped her arms around him once again.
"Because perfection is the only thing you deserve," she said, holding him tighter than she ever had before in her life, feeling his cock radiating warmth throughout her entire body in ways she couldn't even describe.
"I don't deserve perfect. Not even anything close to it..." he sighed.
"Bullshit," she chuckled. "If you didn't deserve it, then I'd be long gone."
He began to buck against her, gentle gyrations at first, just warming her pussy up for a real fucking, while laying her on her back, smiling down at her beautiful form.
"Why'd you stay?" Dusk asked. "Why do you love me?"
"Because... because whenever you did something stupid... you'd do better next time," she said, back arching as she tore her shirt off, allowing her tits to bounce free from the restraint of cloth. "You burnt a map I drew, so you made a proper one. You lost a necklace with a plastic gem in it, so you made me one of diamond."
"I broke an amulet that was left to you by your mother..." Dusk countered.
"And then you found where she was buried so I could say a proper goodbye," she said, hand flat against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against her palm. "Every time you ever fucked up, you always made good on it, Dusk Shine. You're a stupid, immature, moronic stallion... but damn it, you always had a good heart."
"You really think so?" he asked.
"I know so, I've seen so. What you got in your chest, how you used what you had in your head, and the way you never let a debt go unpaid... I've seen mountains more willing to get up and move then you were to give up on a friend."
"I gave up on you, didn't I?"
"Did you? You came back in the end... you showed me how sorry you were..." she said, looking down at the 'union' between their bodies as she spoke. "And you've made me feel better than anyone I've ever known, pony, dragon, or whatever. You've been there for me for my entire life, give or take a few... months-"
He grunted.
"-but no matter where you went, you always came back," she continued. "How could I not love you? You've bled, cried, and hurt for weeks on end just to make me smile. I felt like I was your whole world time and time again... you fixed every problem I ever had and never asked for a damn thing in return..."
Fuck, he felt good. His size, his depth, his rhythm. It made it hard to talk, the banging rhythm of that massive cock slamming deep enough to hit her soul almost tied her tongue over. Sweat clung to the two of them, pleasure buzzing deep in their loins as they poured their hearts out to one another, no barrier or dam for the emotional flood here.
"You have other mares, I get that... maybe you got a reputation to protect, maybe you got foals growing in three hundred different mares... all I ask is that, in some way, Dusk... you love me just as much as you love them..." she said.
"You wanna get married?" he asked, leaning down and kissing her. "You wanna wear a big, white dress and show everyone just how much you mean to me? You want me to wear a ring around my finger that shows I hold you above all else?"
"Nice sentiment... but there's residents in your heart than me," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"But I'll do it anyway," he said. "You just tell me what you want, Barb, and I'll get it for you, I'll do it for you. You mean just as much to me as Cadance, my sister, or any other mare I've knocked up. Tell me what you want, Barb... I'll get it for you."
"You wanna prove how much you love me?" she asked. "Gimme what Cadance got. Gimme a baby, Dusk. Gimme a gorgeous little chick we can bounce on our knee and see flourish into something amazing. Show me you're willing to stay by my side and that you'll never leave me again."
"So no wedding then?" Dusk joked.
"Get me pregnant first... we can go ring-shopping after you've helped me organise the library," Barb said with a playful smirk.
"Cumming... right... up!" Dusk growled, slamming his hips home into Barb's womb and cumming as hard as he had in weeks.
Barb's eyes nearly popped out of her skull, her cunt clamping down in euphoric orgasm at the enormous flow of cum that Dusk poured into her cunt. Her belly ballooned out in seconds, gurgling and filling with litre after litre of hot, creamy cum.
"Fucking... stallions!" Barb managed to spit out, as angry at the size of the orgasm as she was pleasured by it.
Dusk leaned forward, kissing her big belly before pulling out and cumming all over her, signing his commitment in the most loving way he could, dousing the beautiful dragon in thick, boiling spunk.
Barb lay panting as she stared at him, a wad of cum keeping her eye closed as she scowled in annoyance, draining off the colossal load as she burped out a powerful, golden flame.
"Bun in the oven already?" Dusk asked, recognising the natural signal for a successful egg fertilisation.
"Dragons work fast," she said, going to sit up only for her to freeze suddenly, a look of confusion on her face. "Hey... Dusk?"
"Yes, babe?" he smiled.
"When you mentioned your other mares... why did you mention Gleam in that list?" she asked, slowly and carefully.
"Oh... well, that's... uh..." he said, a sheepish grin on his face as he scratched the back of his head.
Barb's look of confusion flatlined into a look of stone-cold realisation. Her eyes stared at the floor, processing exactly what she'd just heard and finding the place to put it.
"You... but... your sister... I... that..." she said, mumbling audibly as she struggled to come to terms with it, but soon finding the perfect place and the perfect reaction for such a... visceral confession, eyes turning to her lover.
Dusk was silent for a long moment, wondering if he'd just turned this romantic confession into grounds for an unofficial divorce... but the look on Barb's face scared him way more than any screaming or rejection could have.
"That's hot," she said, licking her lips in a horny manner as she got onto her hands and knees.
"Is it too late to fire you and throw you out now?" he asked.
"I know where you live... and I'm still really horny," she said in an almost-threatening tone.
Oh no.