Title:           Clop Clop Clop (Go Dusk's Hooves)
Author:          Leucine
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First Edit:      Monday 3rd of December 2012 05:20:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 3rd of December 2012 05:20:34 PM CDT

>"It'll be great to get inside!" Dusk exclaims, tugging his burgundy scarf a little tighter around his neck with a touch of magic.
>You look about, taken by the peace of the snow laden town under the dim light of the moon and the lack of ponies out at this hour.
>And then you shiver, pressing your arms closer against yourself. Can't deny Dusk looks awfully cute with the jacket draped over his withers, though.
>The pony pauses suddenly, looking up to you with wide eyes.
>"You -are- cold! You're taking this jacket back right now, mister!"
>With another flick of his magic, it's in the air, being levitated over to you.
"Dusk, wait!"
>You snatch it from his magical grasp, fighting against his hold.
"You're nearly home, just keep it on!"
>His eyes narrow, the push of his magic becoming stronger.
>"So I won't have to deal with this cold much longer, will I?"
>He continues stolidly putting up resistance for a moment before you fall to the ground, pulling on a jacket that no longer has an opposite pull.
>Dusk chuckle softly at the spectacle before resuming his set brow.
>"You gave me your jacket as a romantic gesture, didn't you?"
>You sigh, brushing snow off your still shivering self before resettling the jacket on his back.
"Yes, Dusk. I knew you'd find that cliché somewhere in all those books."
>The purple pony scoffs loudly, resuming his trot.
>"I haven't a clue what you're talking about!" But the light blush on his cheeks belies his words.
 
>You can still taste the strong, bitter coffee on his lips when you part from the kiss.
>Dusk huffs softly, looking up at you with wide, welcoming eyes.
>"Would you like to... maybe come inside?"
>Not 'for tea' or 'just for a bit'? This is new.
>And you do have to trek all the way across town to get home, may as well go inside and enjoy a little warmth and company first.
"Sure, I'd love to."
>"Great!" Dusk chirps, with perhaps just a little more enthusiasm than you've come to expect from him.
>Inside the treebrary is... nice.
>With Stiletto over at Sweet Apple Acres you'd been expecting the same kind of mess present whenever the little dragon's gone.
>Dusk levitates the jacket from his back onto the coat-rack inside the door before trotting further in.
>"Hmm, I could fix us up some hot cocoa if you'd like. Oh and I'll set the fire on-"
>He freezes on the spot, midway to the kitchen before glancing back at you, wide-eyed.
>"I'll uh... just be one second!"
"Dusk, what-"
>But he's speeding off up the stairs before you can ask. Which is followed by the furious clopping of hooves as he moves about, some other sounds you can't identify and a few choice oaths you wouldn't have expected Dusk to ever speak.
>You lean against the wall of the main room, waiting for the inevitable hasty explanation about some experiment he'd forgotten about or a letter waiting to be sent.
>When he returns, however, his cheeks are flushed and he's not looking at you directly.
>"Okay! Now, how about that cocoa?"
>You follow after as he trots into the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Dusk?"
>The unicorn wheels about suddenly, trotting back into the living area.
>"Sure! Why wouldn't it be?"
>Again, you follow, though he doesn't make any moves to look back at you.
 
>Horn lighting, Dusk sends out a few tendrils of magic, lighting the fire instantly.
>The blaze is already welcome and you sit down near it at his strict instruction.
>He trots off again, looking more relaxed and sounds of cups being moved come from the kitchen.
>Your mind turns back on the evening.
>He'd seemed... on edge. Even more so than you'd consider normal for him, especially whenever you'd gotten near. It was almost like he was wary of you even touching him.
>But it was still a nice dinner, especially spent looking out at the falling snow.
>They didn't really get snow in Canterlot, he'd said, so it was always such a treat for him to experience it here.
>And indeed, his eyes had held such wonder as he gazed out.
>"What?"
>You come to, realising Dusk is standing at the doorway - two steaming mugs levitating at his side - to the living area looking at you pointedly.
"Uh... sorry, what?"
>He tuts loudly, trotting on in and sitting down next you, passing you a mug.
>"You were staring at me."
>You clutch the mug tightly between your hands, enjoying the tactile warmth far more than the severe fire.
"I think you'd be happy I'm so taken up with your good looks."
>"It's still rude."
>That doesn't stop him from sitting down close to you, though.
 
>A log splits, the sound of it cracking making Dusk jump a little and press over to you.
>"Hoo! Are you too hot? I'm kinda hot."
"Kinda?" You quirk an eyebrow, barely stifling a grin.
>Dusk groans, jabbing a hoof into your side.
>"I'm serious! I know I'm the one with a thick coat but even so, this fire was calculated to produce heat sufficient for both of us to maintain our body temperatures!"
>You lift a hand to his silken mane, drawing it down to his neck and stopping at the scarf still wrapped around it.
"Such a silly pony."
>"It was a simple mistake!" He huffs, mock  sulking. Still, he doesn't stop you when you start to carefully unravel the scarf.
"Did Elusive make this? It's so soft."
>"Yes." He cracks an eye open. "But I enchanted it to give it a finer texture."
>You're not really paying attention to what he's saying, more taken up with the contrast between his coat and the scarf.
>Why did he have to wrap it so tightly... You sit up, moving around to his front and use both hands to unravel it.
>Dusk quickly drops his sulking act as your hands start to stroke up and down his neck as you take off the scarf. His features look more relaxed and you're sure you hear a sigh when you undo it fully.
"Heh, feel a little like I'm unwrapping a present."
>"Guess that means you'll have to enjoy me." He murmurs absently before snapping his eyes open.
>"I mean-"
>You lay a finger against his lips, silencing him.
"Let me enjoy you."
 
>You lean in close, kissing down along his neck where the scarf was.
>Your hand trails slowly down his side, sliding around over his back and stopping above his tail.
>"Anon..."
>With your free hand you gently lower him onto his side and lie down next to him.
"Hush, Dusk."
>And you kiss him sweetly, getting the taste of the cocoa mixed with the coffee, his eyes snapping wide again before slowly falling shut.
>The purple pony hooks a hoof over your shoulder, gently pulling you towards him.
>He breaks the kiss, breathless and panting.
>"Anon."
>Your fingers dance lightly back up his back, sending shivers along his body as you kiss his cheek and neck, the stallion gasping at each little touch.
>Your other hand snakes down a little further, his twitching tail brushing against it as you gently cup his rump.
>"Anon!"
>For a split second you fear you've gone too far too quickly, Dusk had been adamant about taking this slow before now and you could guess at the reasons why.
>But instead of reprimanding you, using his magic he turns you onto your back and pins you with his hooves.
>Not another word is said as his lips crash into your own, his tongue hungrily entering your mouth and exploring.
>This isn't a side of him you've seen before and you're momentarily caught off guard. That's remedied as your hands, previously splayed out to catch yourself, now come to rest on his shoulders, holding him tight against you.
>His right hind leg rubs against your hip, Dusk breaking the kiss again and gasping as he buries his head into your neck.
 
>Your hands start to run lower down his body, feeling every taut muscle and graceful curve.
>He grunts, rolling his hips from one side and then back and then you feel it.
>Something pressing against your inner thigh. Something stiff and unusually large.
"Dusk?"
>He doesn't respond, only continuing to shift himself from side to side.
"Dusk."
>You almost lose your breath as he nips at your neck.
"Dusk! Whoah, slow down!"
>The stallion pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry gaze, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Maybe we should take this upstairs?"
>"Upstairs... right." He huffs, his gaze unflinching. "I'm... I'm sorry, Anon. But I was thinking lately that we should... do this and then it's all I could think about but then I couldn't find the right moment and-"
>You cut him off with a quick kiss, resulting in another bout of tail flicks.
"Dusk, there are no 'right' moments, you've gotta make them yourself."
>"Like... like now?"
>You look into those deep purple eyes, wondering how ever you missed them before.
"Do you want it to be now?"
>Dusk takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly but shakily.
>"I... I want it to be now... Solaris, I want -you-!"
>And you'd be lying if you told him that right this instant the only thought on your mind wasn't slipping under the covers and pressing in close against his warmth.
"C'mon." You make to get out from under him, Dusk standing up.
 
>You... you've never seen... -it- before. Of course, you knew Dusk has a penis but it's quite another thing seeing his mottled pink and black member standing proudly between his hind legs.
>Suddenly all those nights thinking about sitting in his lap seem a little... more manageable.
>"Anon? What is i-"
>He looks down between his legs, quickly bringing up a forehoof to cover himself.
>"I... ah..."
"Dusk." You point down at the tenting in your pants. "Now isn't the time to be bashful."
>The purple pony bites his lip before lowering his hoof, moving aside to let you get out from under him.
>"So... what now?"
"Now?" You slowly rise, stepping over to the doorway. "Now you come with me."
>"Okay." He says, a little breathlessly, the sound of his hooves on the wooden floor coming up behind you as you head over to the stairs.
 
>There's something about his bedroom, you can't quite put your finger on it. The rest of the treebrary, even the personal parts have that musty smell of books and the sharp scent of oak. But here... it's that musky odour of the stallion himself, something warm and inviting.
>Like his bed. The one you're now kneeling on, Dusk lying down in front of you.
>Against an obvious haze of arousal he's already magicked your sweatshirt and shirt off, the belt unlooped and your pants undone.
>Though his magic is starting to strain somewhat, you can't really blame him when you've got a finger trailing lazy circles on his abdomen.
>"Anon! You... Get these things off!"
>Letting go of his magical grip he turns to using his hooves, much to your amusement.
"Dusk- hey! Take it easy!" You say between laughter.
>The stallion leaps up, knocking you over, back onto the mattress and presses you down with his hooves, pushing at your pants with a hindleg.
>You struggle to get them off with one hand while holding onto his shoulder with the other.
"Dusk, hang on, I've got this!"
>"Not fast enough!"
>You roll to one side, back again, to the other side, all the while battling both Dusk's clumsy attempts to de-pants you and how easily his soft lips against your bare skin distract you.
>But his kisses quickly devolve into laughter of his own as you're both left struggling to disentagle yourselves from the mess of bedclothes and pants you've created.
>Finally, though, you manage to remove the last of your clothing, simultaneously pinning Dusk down and scooching your lap up against him.
"Gotcha!"
>He giggles softly before stopping suddenly, his face flushing red.
>And then you feel it - his rump pressed against you.
>Dusk's breathing intensifies, a hoof grips your forearm.
>So suddenly he looks so vulnerable.
 
>You sit back onto your legs, putting your hands to his sides.
"You don't have to do this. We can just-"
>"No." It's said with the kind of quiet conviction you've only heard from him a couple of times previously. "I... Oh Solaris, I was so afraid to even ask but... please, Anon." His hoof strokes your arm slowly, his tail still flicking from side to side. "I've always wondered what it was like to be wanted by somepony."
>One of yoru hands trails down onto his hip, right next to his cutie mark. The stallion gasps quetly as a finger traces the outline of it.
"And believe me Dusk, since almost day we met I knew I wanted you."
>His eyes glimmer as a smile breaks out on his lips.
>"Do you... really mean that?"
>You smirk before leaning down to kiss him quickly.
"Let me show you, then."
 
>Dusk shivers as your other hand trails down onto his hip, then gasps loudly as you lift his hind legs up, exposing his rump.
>"Hey, what're you doing?"
>Starting at his left inner thigh you plant quick little kisses up along his leg, first eliciting soft giggles and then softer gasps.
>With one hand on either side of his lower half, you hold him firmly in position as your lips move ever closer to the spot just below his tail.
>From gasps his breathing turns much deeper and quicker.
>"Anon, wh-what're you doing?"
>Your tongue flicks out against him, making the stallion jump with a little cry.
>"Wait! Wait!" He spreads his legs, looking down to you. "None of my books said anything about that!"
>You rest your head against one of his thighs, looking back up to him.
"I'm sure there's a lot of things your books never mentioned."
>"Well I made sure to get some..." His cheeks flush red again. "Lubricant... um... I mean... it's not like I was -expecting- us to go -that- far but... it pays to be prepared."
"Mmhm~" You lazily kiss down along his thigh, inching ever closer to-
>"Hey!"
>You stop again and look up, holding no other meaning in your gaze.
"Did it feel good?"
>He doesn't say anything but shifts his legs behind you, the blush never leaving his face.
"I'll take that as a yes."