Twenty minutes passed as Dusk sat writing quietly in details for Fluttershy on the page he had set aside for her. Alone now, as Barb was setting up the kitchen for a simple lunch, his eyes remained locked on the page. "So much of this was so easy to fill out, yet... it is just... Why does she have to know such personal details? It is just gonna drive Fluttershy into hiding." He hissed out a low breath and shook his head, squeezing his nose in hopes of driving away a headache that was pouring forth.

A sudden, rapid knock on the door stole his attention from the page. Turning his head to glance out the picture window, he saw a young filly he had not seen before standing by the door. She was a pegasus with bright orange wings, and her cerise hair was cut short, leaving long bangs half over her eyes. She wore a small black t-shirt and long jean shorts. He guessed she must be thirteen or so, likely also in Apple Bloom’s class if he was one to judge. Standing and crossing over to the front door, he moved to pull it open, only to have Pinkie Pie ambush him and wrap him in a hug. "Dusk! Sorry but I had to show the new girl where you're located. This is Scootaloo, she will bring in the food while I go get Fluttershy!" She paused, turning to the filly. "See Scootaloo? He is just as super amazing awesome as Rainbow Dash!"

Dusk was shocked at the sudden weight around his neck as Pinkie planted two or three light kisses on his cheek before suddenly peeling away. Nodding to the young Scootaloo, Pinkie was off and running across town, yet somehow appeared to be simply skipping. Still shocked by all this, it wasn't until the young voice spoke out before him that Dusk shifted his gaze again. "So you're the new unicorn stallion in town? Why did the girls at school make such a big deal about you?"

Shocked at the first person in a long time besides Barb to give him real attitude, a broad grin spread from ear to ear. "The kitchen is the door straight ahead; Barb is my assistant. She can help you carry in the packages."

With her ear-to-ear grin, the lass turned and picked up the first package and ran down the hall, her voice thrown over her shoulder "Well at least you got some balls! Most ponies around here besides Rainbow Dash are such spineless cowards."

Dusk himself turned to follow along, opening the door for her and looking for Barb. "Barb! Food’s here!" He paused as he turned to grin at the young filly. "You know Rainbow Dash? Impressive for such a young smartass. I'd figure a prime athlete like her wouldn't spend too much time around the younger generation except when tryouts for the young flyers started up. You some proud sport star in the making, yourself?"

Dusk's words apparently hit a sore spot, and the little filly turned to level her glare away at a wall. "I'm a great runner, thank you very much."

Swiftly realizing he had hit a sensitive issue, Dusk was relieved when Barb stepped through the kitchen door and thrust a paper into his hands. "Here, Dusk. Princess Luna sent you a letter." At Dusk's slack-jawed gaze, she pushed it into his hands. "I'll help with the food. You go deal with the letter."

Grabbing the letter and nodding heavily to Barb, he shifted to turn eyes on the glaring filly. "I can't wait to see just how good a runner you are, Scootaloo. It's always great to see someone with some balls." Tipping his head to the little filly, he slipped from the room and back into the library swiftly to read the letter. Realization dawned as he started to softly mumble, "Princess Luna... what is with your fascination with Nurse Redheart?" Serious realization spreading at the request, he had to take a moment to sit and quickly jot notes down on a fresh page. Working quickly to fill out this extra letter for Princess Luna, he grinned at how easy most of it was to finish.

While he was sorting through a copy of the Ponyville’s city records for details to finalize a few details on which he was fuzzy, a throat was cleared behind him. Turning and putting the book down, he realized that Scootaloo had joined him in the library, glaring up at him from only a few feet away. As soon as he turned, she said, "So. You know Rainbow Dash too? She is a real star for us pegasi here in town."

Grinning a little, Dusk turned to shut the register and faced her, one leg crossing over the other. "I'm sure she is. She was the only one who held up for even a minute or two in the fight against Nightmare Moon, and she did that without the armor most of the guards wear for protection."

Growing excited by his words, the little mare leaned forward grinning as she clenched hands into fists, obviously delighted at the prospect of talking about Dash. "I know, right! I was hiding behind one of the collapsed pillars the whole time. It was so cool to see Dash hit her when even your magic failed to make a dent in her armor! I'm the head of her fan club you know!"

Dusk laughed, an eyebrow raised as the gruff lass suddenly turned into your normal little girl with the simple shift of conversation to a topic she enjoyed. "That's true. But remember, as cool as Dash is, she was only able to keep that up because she practices so hard for her application to the Wonderbolt Candidate School when she turns eighteen. You should try asking her to help you train, too. I'm sure she just might be happy to help you excel with your running."

As happy as the filly had been, she dropped her head and bit down on her lower lip. One foot lifted and began wiggling against the ground in a clearly embarrassed nervous tick that tipped Dusk off to just how much the girl must really admire Dash... or maybe it was something more. "Nah. She’s way too busy to help me. Besides, she is way more into flying." Her shoulders drooped and those orange wings pulled in tighter to her back. Then a bright smile spread over her lips and she rushed forward grabbing him by the shirt with both hands, eyes wide with delight. "Dusk! You're really good with magic. Do you think you could find a spell to make me a better flier?"

Shocked at the girl’s sudden candor, Dusk quickly moved in close and placed his hands on her shoulders, and took a real moment to look at her wings. They were small for a teen, fragile and thin too. For a moment his heart ached, realizing she must have more than a few reasons to admire Dash. Squeezing her shoulders gently he offered her a nod. "I tell you what. I'll look for one, but only if you let me get a friend from Canterlot come visit you. She is a great flyer too and might be able to help in ways even I can't."

Overjoyed by this, the little filly quickly leaned up and kissed Dusk warmly on the cheek, peeling free of his arms and dancing a little jig around the library. Reaching into his pocket, Dusk fiddled with the strings of his coin purse, a golden twenty-five bit piece displayed prominently in his hand. Clearing his throat, he called to the girl again, "Here Scoots. A tip for your hard work today. Better get back to Sugarcube Corner though, before they think you've run off or we kidnapped you." The mare was only too fast to take the money, shoving it into her pocket and dashing off out the door. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Dusk turned, and violently snapped his quill up in the quill, the feather straining and nearly snapping from the nearly unsuppressed pain he felt in his heart as he shifted, once more trying to take up his quill to write to yet another princess. Softly mumbling to himself as he wrote, a single tear dragged down his cheek. "Dear Princess Cadance..."

Dusk asked Barb to send that letter as soon as Scootaloo left, his heart still heavy with worry for the young filly. Now he sat in the kitchen, watching as Barb crushed a small box of jewels that Pinkie had brought along with the food, humming delightedly to herself. Hoping to lift his spirits, he poked her with a little comment. "So based on your sense of taste... you would call the addition of gems to food... like we consider putting sprinkles on top? Because I think you have far too much junk food in that bowl."

Barb simply laughed and leveled a grin at him, sticking her tongue out and licking the spoon clean. "No. It's like pepper. It adds the the flavor, it’s not junk food, Dusk! We’ve gone over this a dozen times." A knock at the door broke up the old argument. Just because Princess Celestia presented him with a staggering stipend, didn't mean he wished the little dragon to gorge herself on sweet treats, but for today, he just let it go. Walking to the front door, he opened it, this time taking a swift step back, expecting exactly what was about to happen.

Pinkie launched herself forward, a warm hug spoiled by Dusk's forethought and causing her to stagger a few steps until his hand on her shoulder stopped her from falling face first to the ground. "Aww! Dusk! I wanted to give you a kiss hello." With a pout, she stood up again and crossed arms over her chest in false annoyance.

Grinning and patting her on the shoulder, Dusk was simply happy to laugh in return, shaking his head. "No, you don't need to give a kiss hello every time you come by, Pinkie. Keep that up and people will think you want me to form a herd." He paused as he looked at her, wondering.

The soft titter of laughter from the door caught Dusk's attention, and the presence of Fluttershy soon had his full gaze. She had been laughing at Pinkie's antics and thus was already calmed down from her normal nervous state. Dressed in what Dusk guessed Pinkie had insisted on her wearing, she modeled a yellow sundress that made a fine contrast to her soft pink hair, yet matched her wing feathers fantastically. Clearly Rarity's craftsmanship, it was tight against her enormous chest, yet had nearly no cleavage on display, thanks to the presence of a blue shirt she wore underneath with a far more modest collar than the dress itself. With matching blue heels on her feet, she stepped easily into the library, her voice bright, but soft. "Poor Pinkie. He saw you coming a mile away."

With a grin crossing his lips, Dusk shifted to offer a hand out to the shy mare. His eyes took in the silky white gloves she wore that completed the ensemble. "It is a pleasure to have you visit for lunch, Fluttershy. Please, let's go to the kitchen, Sugarcube Corner made up a fine lunch and it would be a shame for it to go to waste."

Accepting his hand the older mare squeezed his fingers in her for a moment, a low whimper escaping as she began to gently nod. "Okay, Dusk... but just for a while. I really should get back to the animals. I left Angel in charge, and he is a very ... um.." blushing darkly the mare clearly didn't wish to say anything bad about her young assistant.

Pinkie came to the rescue, wrapping her arms around Fluttershy and hugging her tight. "He’s just spoiled ‘cause you're so nice to him. Don't worry; an hour or two for lunch and conversation, then you can rush home and make sure everything is alright. Aunty Pinkie will even come along and help!"

Overwhelmed by the kind attention, but annoyed at Pinkie's words, she swallowed hard to clear her throat, giving the younger mare a glare. "But I'm older than you..." This statement was ignored as she was escorted to the kitchen, and lunch started.

Lunch went well enough for Dusk. The first few questions passed back and forth casually, while Dusk filled out the easier things. Sitting back as Barb cleared the plates, Dusk let his gaze return to the attractive figure of the shy mare. "So Fluttershy, running the clinic was your idea of a part-time job while you were in school? A surprisingly kind effort for one so young."

Blushing a little, Fluttershy sat forward and smiled as she gave her nod. Her voice was high and clear, while softly gushing with joy as she got carried away with her words. "Oh yes! It was such a joy to find out the vet in town back then was looking for help! And she had so many poor little animals that needed to be cared for. It was my pleasure to take up the slack. When Autumn Darling retired just before I graduated from school, it was really scary, but I was able to convert the little cottage my parents had built for me here in town. Just six months ago, I was able to buy it off them, and now it’s my little home!" A low giggle escaped her throat, fingers clutching together as she lightly bit her thumbs. "It's so nice that Princess Celestia wanted to know so much about all this."

Dusk responded with a chuckle and nodded at her words. His eyes roamed the page of notes, quickly realizing there was really only one thing still missing. With a sharp swallow and slow shake of his head, he released his breath in a low hiss from his throat. It was time. An eye on Pinkie as she helped Barb clean up the dishes, he said softly, "Princess Celestia wanted just a few more small details answered, Fluttershy. Mostly about your health and well-being." When she nodded, his eyes remained locked on hers this time, instead of the paper. "I got most of these stats from Nurse Redheart from your last physical, but just to check, she said you were five-foot nine... two hundred and ten pounds, and were currently wearing a 48GG?"

Instantly, the low meep escaped Fluttershy, her head dipping forward and mane falling heavily across her eyes to shield her face from view, though her dark blush had been very visible to interested eyes before the shift. Pinkie passed her plate to Barb and swiftly moved to Fluttershy's back, her fingers rubbing across the pegasus' shoulders. Leaning in close, she whispered something to the older mare, her voice too low for Dusk to hear. Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy attempted to speak up, but her low mumble was nearly impossible to discern. "Too large". Soft weeping could barely be discerned before her head dipped once more.

Knowing things were not going to go anywhere but downhill from here, Dusk tried to swallow back his concerns for her, and spoke softly, his eyes lifting to look deep into her gaze. His voice low, he replied, "Very well. Just one more question Fluttershy. Your cutie mark, it is three butterflies on your neck right? Can I see it to confirm it exactly?"

Again the low whispered meep whisper free, but this time she swallowed, and shifted to wipe at her eyes. Her head began lifting at Pinkie's continued soft whispers, while her fingers’ soft touch began drawing up the weight of her hair, voice lifting a little to speak again. "S... Sure Dusk.. Here you go."

With a smile spreading across her lips, Pinkie offered her a grin and kissed Fluttershy on the cheek. "You're so brave Fluttershy! Keep up the great work!"

Dusk moved to swiftly continue scribbling at the soft conversation between the two mares before setting down his pen and nodding. "All done. I will get Barb to send this letter off to Princess Celestia, right away. Thanks, Fluttershy. This was a great lunch."

Pinkie managed to suddenly ruin all their progress with the poor mare. "Yeah! Dusk's right. This was your best date with a stallion ever, Fluttershy!" Of course the reaction from Fluttershy was exactly what Dusk had feared after Barb's story of her first reaction to the idea. The mare twisted to look up, wide-eyed at Pinkie's dumb grin, lightly whimpering as she moved away from the group, heading for the door.

To Dusk's shock that it was him that beat her to the door. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder. His soft touch gripped her trailing hand, while he spoke swiftly to prevent the mare from getting away before he said anything. Yet no words came to mind as he gazed into her eyes and his grip on her soft hand felt wrong. As the pegasus looked back and into his eyes, a smile slowly crossed her lips, and she quickly moved to step back into the kitchen. Swallowing sharply and taking up both of Dusk's hands, she looked him in the eye, speaking in a kind tone. "Thank you, Dusk. You were a good date."

Shocked into silence, Pinkie's jaw hit the floor while Dusk could only nod a little. His fingers squeezed her in return, suddenly relaxing at the feeling of their softly linked grip. In the whispered moment as he locked eyes with the mare, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Nodding gently, he attempted to speak with calm care. "You were too, Fluttershy. Maybe in a few weeks, if you feel up to it, we can have another." She blushed, but nodded gently in return.

It was late. Dash was late. Nearly three in the afternoon by Dusk's guess. He had released Barb; letting her go do some general shopping while he waited for some sign of the wayward pegasus. Notes were piled up on the desk before him. Dusk spent his time quietly sorting through them, lost in his musings. Muttering darkly, he once again shifted to look up, glaring out the window. Still no sign of the town's head weather pony.

With a grunt, Dusk stood and wandered out of the library, to the front door. Shifting the catch open and stepping though, he turned slowly, all the while looking high into the air. A half dozen of the town’s other fliers were in the sky, doing their usual work to keep the air clear of unscheduled weather. Releasing a grunt, Dusk shook his head. "Really Dash? You're over an hour late. Still, at least you got your ponies on duty." A sigh escaped his lips, and as he turned to walk back inside a sudden burst of swift air shot past him. Dash landed at his door and crossed her arms over her chest. "What th- Damn it, Dash. You're late, you know."

While Dusk lifted a hand to smooth down his face under the stress of another mounting migraine, his gaze beheld once more the smooth, svelte curves on the athletic woman. Again, that nervous tick forced itself in and took over, forcing fingers to lift once more to squeeze down at the bridge of his nose, while his lower lip was drawn back between his teeth, raking it between them.

Taking six swift steps forward and putting hands on Dusk's cheeks, she leaned in to look into his eyes, Dash slowly began to tilt her head a little to the right, her voice slightly worried. "Dusk? You OK man? Should I go grab Redheart?" The soft touch of her hand distracted Dusk for a moment, causing his head to lift and his eyes to reopen.

With a voice low and slightly sharp, he responded with a quiet grunt from his slight annoyance. "No Dash. I don't need a medic. But we had a schedule, and you're late." He paused and swallowed sharply, while a hand lifted to smooth his face again, even as he tried to keep calm despite his OCD going into overdrive. He at last took in Dash's appearance, which only deepened his annoyance. She was dressed in ultra short spandex exercise shorts and a matching, tiny sports bra; it was clear as day to him she had been sleeping in it. This was made even more abundantly clear by the way her hair's heavy bangs were flat across her face and over her eyes. "You just woke up, didn't you?"

Now it was Dash's turn to go on the defensive. Stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest she gave a little snort, and lifted her gaze to glare back at him. Her voice sounded annoyed as she replied, "Look, I was busy practicing for the Wonderbolts all day, and wanted to get an hour nap while I was waiting for Pinkie and Fluttershy to leave. I must have fallen asleep for longer than I thought." Turning her back and giving a huff she strutted to the door and jabbed a finger towards it, while looking over her shoulder back at him. "Now, are we doing this paperwork egghead, or not?"

Dusk gave a grunt, but turned and followed her inside his Library, his head aching and a deep need to get this over with before one of them said something to piss the other off.

Inside the library once more, Dusk walked with annoyance to his desk where he sat, sorting Dash's pages before turning to face the mare’s... bare ass. While he had been getting settled, she had stripped off her shorts and panties, leaving her bare ass on full display for him, while her long, muscled legs flexed. She stretched out her back, reaching her arms high over her head and hissed out a low sigh. Stuttering, Dusk asked, "Dash... Why'd you..."

The answer came quickly enough as she looked over her shoulder and offered him a smirk. "I was gonna use some excuse about showing you my cutie mark properly since it’s over my hip and normally half-covered by my shorts, but the truth? I was talking to AJ this morning, and she smells great today." She arched an eyebrow, waiting to see if Dusk got her meaning.

Eyes still wide, he had to sharply swallow. "So you came to tease me since you know AJ's... smell." He left the words about her heat cycle unsaid for the moment. "Your cutie mark is fantastic, as bold as your personality... and your sense of propriety."

Snorting, Dash shifted into an easy strut across the short distance between them and hopped into his lap, facing away and pressing her bare flank down into his groin, her hands gripping his knees and grinding her firm ass back against his groin. Now her gaze leveled at him and she spoke with a quiet pleasure that was barely suppressed. "I want to help you get past the smell I'm sure is still stuck in your nose, you bookworm. Or are you too busy with your writing to realize the effects a mare's heat has on your body? You're already rock hard... or is that my fault?"

Dusk knew she wasn't lying, and the pressure of her firm ass against his groin and the slow and steady grinding of flesh made his breath catch sharply. One hand raked over Dash's ribs while the other slipped across and began to draw up, across the mare's chest, cupping one of her breasts, until his hand was slapped sharply, and put firmly back on the hand-rest at his side. "Wha? Why?"

Dash found her grin again and shook her head, one finger lifting to twitch before his eyes. "Because I'm not some mare for your herd, Dusk. And besides, I'm a minor, you'd get in so much trouble if I told on you." The wolfish grin in her eyes made Dusk question her intent on that fact, but she was right, as she was only seventeen he was pushing the law, if only a little. That said, as far as the law was concerned, it wasn’t that abnormal for a stallion and a mare only three or four years apart to be lovers. Grunting sharply he took a moment to shake his head to clear those thoughts, his attention drawn back to the mare in his lap.

Cautious about the new rules from the younger mare, Dusk managed only to swallow sharply and level his gaze on the paper. "Alright. Then, let me go down the lis..." a hiss and low groan of pleasure escaped as he attempted to restrain himself and keep his mind off his cock and the thrusting pleasure that was now grinding several inches into Dash's ass-cheeks. "List. I got your cutie mark done. And your height is simple enough, about an inch shorter than me. How big are your breasts?" The glare she leveled him at that question was deep and fierce, but he attempted to wave it off by pointing to the page he was writing on. "Seriously. Princess Celestia demanded I ask. You should ha.... have seen Fluttershy's reaction."

Grunting at her pleasure, Dash simply had to pause and swallow sharply herself, her lower lip pulled into her mouth and she bit down sharply at the trapped flesh while it shifted into a low smile. "She is way too shy about her fantastic breasts. It's a real damn shame to tell the truth." There was a grunt and shudder as she hissed her next moan out of her clenched jaw. "Mummmphhhh. I'm a 32 B."

Shuddering a little, Dusk let his hands lift and drew his fingers to rake his nails across the fabric of the chair's arm, the pleasure of her weight and tight ass grinding into his hard shaft driving him to his limits. "Dea... Dear Celestia... Dash. I am going to cum. Please... stop it..."

Laughing at his reaction, the mare took a moment to pause while biting her lower lip, before hissing sharply. "Dammit... fine!" With a grunt, she drew her hips forward and let a hand slip behind her, drawing the zipper down on his pants and slipping her palm into his boxers. Her fingers working with unpracticed fumbling, she drew a breath and tried to swallow quietly. "I... err... Celestia damn it." Blushing, she stood up and knelt between his knees, using both hands to lift the hem of his pants, his cock popping from them and suddenly slapping her in the face with its hot flesh and broad tip. Swallowing sharply and slitting her eyes, she glared up at him. "You... I've... that is..."

Realization dawned on Dusk, and he struggled to swallow deeply. "You do not have to Dash. I have never been with a mare. You do not..."

The sound of the library’s front door being kicked open got both of their attention. Barb’s coming home stole the moment from them. Suddenly, they were in a whirl of swift action, as Dusk shoved himself once more into his pants, while he nervously glanced at the door. Dash had bolted behind the desk, and was busy trying to pull on her panties and shorts. From the door, Barb‘s voice called out as she stumbled through the house. "Dusk! Dash! I'm back! You done with the letter for Princess Celestia?"

Author's Notes:

Poor Dusk and Dash. Awkward young fools a real shame right? Hope you guys like.

April 5th 2015 - Wrabbit edition complete!

August 10th 2015 - Shawkthorian edition complete!

Version 2.0 posted April 29th, 2016. Focused on removing improper use of 'own' and 'would', as well as major formatting changes that have happened across the series.