Spike! In a Story with Gay Ponies.
“Come on Spike! We don’t have much time, Applejack said she’s incredibly busy, and she’s only got a few minutes to spare!” yelled a frustrated purple Unicorn.
A lilac scaled dragon appeared at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes nonchalantly, as she made his way to the Unicorn. Each step on the stairs landed with a soft, yet heavy thud, reminiscent of his tired state.
“I don’t see why I need to go Twilight; you’re the one that needs to see Applejack, not me” replied Spike, in an unusually disobedient manner.
“Spike, we’ve been through this already, I need someone else to help me carry the apples back here. Normally AJ would help me, but like I said, she’s busy. So I’d prefer it if my number one assistant could wake himself up a little, and stop being so selfish.”
Once the phrase ‘number one assistant’ graced Spike’s ears, it was like a shot of adrenaline to his system. Her instantly perked up, his eyes widened, and he bounded down the stairs stopping momentarily to salute Twilight. He then scurried off to door, throwing it wide open and standing there with a newfound eagerness.
“That’s more like it!” replied Twilight as she made her way outside, nodding her thanks at Spike as she passed.
Spike slammed the door shut, the force of the slam, knocking the locking mechanism, effectively locking the door. An aura, purplish red in colour, enveloped him and lifted him off the ground, sending him sailing through the air towards Twilight. She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled lazily back, not really one for sappy shows of affection, unless of course Rarity was somehow involved. Twilight dropped her assistant onto her back and they set off for Sweet Apple Acres.
The journey to Sweet Apple Acres was of moderate length, but for the duo it didn’t really feel like it. Ponies wished them a good morning; birds sung sweet songs in nearby trees, and Celestia’s sun blazed overhead, all signs pointed to it being a good day. Spike flopped forwards on Twilight’s back, the gentle rocking motions as she trotted along the dirt road, slowly sending him to sleep. He figured he could probably catch forty winks before arriving at the farm. Spike shut his eyes and shifted his position slightly, getting himself into the most comfortable sleeping position. He let out a long; drawn out, sigh of peace. He was just about to nod off, when a loud, distinct voice pierced his ears.
“Well howdy there Twi! Ya’ll understand if I hurry ya along now? We’re mighty busy settin’ up fer tonight.”
Spike jerked his head up and craned his neck around Twilight to see who had disturbed him. An orange farm pony craned her neck to meet his gaze, and smiled warmly back at him.
“An’ ah see ya brought Spike along too! Is he goin’ t’ be helpin’ in mah place?” queried Applejack, turning her head to look at Twilight again.
“He sure is! Took a little bit of coaxing, but I finally got him up to it. So, let’s not keep you longer than necessary, is the order ready now?” asked Twilight.
“O’course it is. C’mon, ah’ll take ya t’ it.”
Applejack led Twilight and Spike over to the barn, where their apple order laid waiting for them. Spike couldn’t help but notice the shacks being built around them, come to think of it, there were even more ponies pottering about than usual.
“Say Applejack, what’s going on around here anyway?” he asked, keeping his head on a swivel.
“Why it’s the Apple Family Reunion O’course! We got family all over Equestria, an’ once a year, we have a gatherin’ o’ sorts. We meet up an’ spend a few days’ together, an’ swap stories about what’s been goin’ on in our lives. We’re nearly done settin’ up th’ extra rooms fer th’ other family members.”
“You mean those shacks?” Spike interjected. Given the pony to shack ratio, I’d say you’re way behind on schedule.”
Applejack shot him a glare, scrunching her face up in the most menacing way possible. The trio fell silent as they began their final approach to the barn, the red and white construct looming over the horizon. Applejack led the way into the barn, the scent of fresh hay and apples hung in the air. There was little light in the barn, though Applejack seemed to know where she was going, like she was on autopilot.
“Here’s yer order, I’ll take yer bits after th’ reunion. Now if ya’ll excuse me, ah got things t’ do.”
“Applejack wait!” exclaimed Twilight “What if we were to help? I mean I know you said it was family and all, but you did say that Spike and I were already practically family when we first met. Plus as Spike pointed out, you do look a little bit behind.”
Applejack tapped her hoof against her chin. “Ah can’t deny we’re runnin’ a lil’ slow on preparation, and I sure could use the extra help, seein’ as how two ah’m two ponies short. I guess th’ others wouldn’t mind the help either. All right Twi, you an’ Spike can help out.”
Spike groaned, Twilight shook her back and he silenced himself, though he still held his displeasure at being roped into more work, especially when he didn’t have a say in the matter. It wasn’t that he hated extra work, it’s just he had enough to do with helping Twilight with her errands; he didn’t need to be doing another pony’s work as well. Unless it was Rarity’s work, he’d do anything in a heartbeat for that pony.
“Something the matter Spike?” asked Applejack a little concerned.
“Hm? Oh no, not at all. Just eager to start is all. You know me, always eager to get things done.” Spike retorted.
Applejack thought nothing of it and lead them out of the barn, and over to the makeshift construction site. There ponies of a variety of size, shape, and colour were busy building a shack wall. Planks of wood lay in neat piles around the back of the soon to be shack, quickly diminishing as they were taken to be put to use. Nails, hammers and other DIY tools lay piled up at various locations. Busy ponies dashed to and fro, taking the equipment they required and then zipping off back to where it was needed. A faded yellow coloured pony bounded up to the trio and greeted them with a nod of her head.
“This here’s Apple Fritter, we’ve had her overseein’ construction, ah’m sure she can find y’all something t’ do t’ help.” Explained Applejack, gesturing a hoof in the direction of her relative.
“We’ve met, albeit very briefly.” Insisted Twilight. “However let’s get to work! What can Spike and I help with?”
Apple Fritter tapped a hoof against her chin, “Well we need some help keepin’ this wall up, ah reckon that fancy unicorn magic could help. And fer the little feller, if he could go fetch some more nails from the house, we’d be mighty grateful.”
Spike gave a mock saluted and sprinted off towards the Apple Family Home. He ducked, and weaved his way past the working ponies and made his way inside the house. He eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning the immediate area for any signs of the nails. They weren’t going to be far, they had to be somewhere close-by for ease of access. His eyes came to rest of a shelf in the hallway, atop which sat a box, imprinted with the metallic grey image of a nail. The shelf itself proved to be just a tiny bit out of his reach, so further cunning was required. Exploring the remainder of the downstairs area, he happened upon the kitchen. Ignoring the dishes piled high in the second, or the smell of burnt toast coming from one of the balsa wood counters, he made his way to the kitchen table. He took two of the chair legs in his claws and summoned his strength to drag the chair out of the kitchen. The chair itself whined in protest at being removed from the kitchen, Spike wincing a little from the squeal it made as it was dragged across the floor.
With the chair now in place underneath the shelf, he began his ascent. Climbing the chair proved to be no problem at all, and he snagged the nails with ease. His target acquired he made a mad dash out of the house, not even having the courtesy to return the chair back to its original spot. He barged past the working ponies, all care and precision he held previously had been diminished in his attempts to make a swift return. Unfortunately, in his haste, he neglected to notice a plank of word, carelessly discarded into the path of the charging dragon.
Once his feet connected with the plank, everything went downhill. Spike flew through the air, his body twisting and writhing as he fought the feelings of weightlessness building in his stomach. Spike crashed into the shack AJ, Twilight and others had been building, knocking one of the walls to the floor. His claw holding the nails tightened as he made contact with the wall. The packet couldn’t handle the pressure, and the bottom practically exploded in a shower of metal. Nails skittered across the floor, and soon the cries of ponies rushing to see if Spike was alright, quickly turned to cries of pain and frustration.
Applejack stepped forward, avoiding the minefield of nails. “Now Spike, ah know ya said ya were eager t’ help ‘n such, but we’ve pretty much got it covered. Why doncha jus’ go an’ find the other ponies ah’m missin’, Big Mac an’ Braeburn. Tell ‘em t’ git on over here. Ah wanna have a word with ‘em..” replied Applejack, mumbling towards the end of her utterance.
Spike picked himself up from the floor and brushed himself down. “Do you know where they are? You didn’t seem to be so bothered about them earlier.” retorted Spike.
“Red Delicious said he saw ‘em heading upstairs, Celestia knows why they would be up there when there’s work to be done. An’ Celestia only knows why Red…” She shot Red Delicious a glare that forced him to shrink back into the throng of ponies. “…Didn’t tell me sooner.”
Spike hurried off, his new objective made clear and quite frankly he didn’t want to hang around any longer, some of the ponies were giving him strange looks. He returned to the house and made his way upstairs, eager to accomplish his task. At the top of the stairs, he scanned across the doors presented to him. Three of the five doors were open, and no audible sounds were coming from them, though Spike poked his head around the door, just to be sure. Satisfied that Braeburn and Big Mac weren’t inside he turned his attention to the remaining two doors. The door at the far end of the hallway seemed too far away from the others to actually be a bedroom, maybe it was a bathroom or something. So he instead turned his attention to the fourth door, his claw already reaching for the handle.
Spike burst into the room churning out Applejack’s demand. “Braeburn! Big Mac! Get downstair-…air…uhm” He paused as his eyes came to rest on the strange scene before him.
Big Macintosh and Braeburn swung their heads around to look at the loud intruder. The bed underneath the two stallions creaked, making the only sound that could be heard in place of the awkward silence. Big Mac looked away from Spike, whilst Braeburn stood over the stallion, frozen to the spot. Hundreds of thoughts whizzed around his head, each one fighting to become the dominant process. Spike on the other hand, knew exactly what he should be doing. He should be halfway down the stairs by now, explaining to Applejack why he couldn't complete her request. Though that would involve lying to her, and something in the back of his mind told him that it wasn't the best idea to do so. So instead he too remained still, eyes wide, and mouth agape.
Suddenly Braeburn snapped into action, he leapt from atop the large, red stallion. Spike yelped as Braeburn dragged him into the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Uhm, Spike right?" The dragon nodded at the mention of his name. "Ya understand what was goin' on in here at all?" continued Braeburn.
"I wasn't hatched yesterday y'know. I know romance when I see it. But aren't you guys both stallions? And cousins as well? How does that work?" frowned Spike.
"Look Spike, ya can't tell AJ what we were doin', she'd be mighty upset about it. She'd never be able to look at us the same way, an' ah don't want that."
"But why were you doing it in the first place? Especially if you knew how AJ was going to feel about it. I probably should tell her, besides she'd probably see through any lie I made."
Braeburn bit his lip, his heart pounding in his chest. "Spike...I...we...uhm" He began to search around frantically looking for anything he could use to bargain with. He grabbed an apple from a nearby fruit bowl and thrust it at Spike. “Spike, this is all ah can offer t' ya. Please don't tell Applejack, ah'm begging' now."
Spike took the apple from Braeburn and examined it. Spike's stomach rumbled as he studied the apple. Sure it wasn't the best attempt at bribery, but as his stomach had shown, he was hungry and this would tide him over for a bit. He looked up at Braeburn, who was anxiously waiting his response, behind the yellow stallion Big Mac hardly stirred, still turned away from him in shame.
Spike pierced the apples' skin, releasing a rush of tangy flavour kept safe behind the waxy barrier. His taste buds ignited as a chunk of the core made contact with his tongue. Spike let out a satisfied 'mmm' as a multitude of flavours, ranging from: sweet, to fruity, even slightly spicy. A smile formed in the corner of Braeburn's mouth, his eyes glimmering fiendishly as Spike took a bite of the apple.
"So will ya keep quiet 'bout this?" he asked, his voice losing its previous desperation, instead replaced by newfound confidence.
"Nah, I think AJ deserves to know what happened up here. Like I said I can't lie to her, she'd see right through me. They don't call her the Element of Honesty for nothing Y'know."
The room fell silent; Spike's tone hung in the air a resounding end to all conversation. The little dragon turned about face and made for the door. He tossed the apple back and forth in his claws, remarking at its weight. Distracted by how he should break the news to AJ, he mucked up his trajectory and three the apple to the floor. Spike felt the ground shudder as the apple connected with the wooden floorboards.
"That's one heavy apple..." thought Spike as he bent down to pick it up.
As he bent down his face hit off something hard and red, sort of like a waxy skin. He stood up, rubbing his sore temple, only be stood face to face with the apple, albeit much bigger than before.
"Wha-what happened?!" he yelled, jumping back from the apparently still growing apple.
The ground shook further as four, gargantuan yellow hooves approached him. He looked up to see the now fully smiling visage of Braeburn, towering high above him.
"Sorry 'bout that friend, but ah can't have ya running' around revealing our secret t' every pony" he murmured, so as not to damage Spike's hearing.
"Wait, was this the apple? Did you plan this? Change me back right now!" yelled Spike, hopping up and down, fists punching the air.
"Like ah said, couldn't have you lettin' our little secret out. Besides, it's about time we got a new toy to play with." smirked Braeburn as he nipped at Spike's tail, lifting him into the air.
Spike thrashed around wildly, but Braeburn held him tight. As the ground got further and further away, Spike refrained from struggling, reasoning that a fall from this height was likely to injure him. He was brought onto the bed where Big Mac resided, and placed upon the red stallion's belly. Before he even had a chance to consider making a break for it, he was sandwiched between a familiar yellow belly.
"Braeburn, d' ya really think we should be using' him like this?" replied Big Mac, dryly.
"Relax cuz, no pony's gonna hear about this. An' once we're done, Spike won't even breathe a word o' this t' any pony." replied Braeburn as he swivelled himself around, presenting his delicious backside to his stallion friend. "Now where were we?
Braeburn ran a hoof against Big Mac's nethers, eliciting a soft sigh from the stallion. Not content with a single stroke, Braeburn went back for a second, and a third. Spike was thrust up against Braeburn's stomach as Big Mac took a sharp intake of breath. He struggled for breath as he was constricted between them, gasping for air as Big Mac exhaled, giving Spike room to breathe.
In-between the sharp gasps of pleasure brought on from Braeburn's efforts, Big Mac buried his muzzle between his cousins' backside. He nuzzled the tender flesh, and held his tongue out, lapping at his anus. His rough tongue flickered swiftly over the soft, exposed skin, gaining a playful yelp from Braeburn. Big Mac pressed his hooves against Braeburn's butt cheeks are squeezed them inwards, closing them around his muzzle. He sighed contently as he drank in the steadily increasing scent of arousal and sweat that Braeburn gave off.
As Big Mac got to grips with Braeburn's backside, the yellow stallion was excited to see some progress at his end. A pink and black spotted penis tip peeked out from its protective sheath, inching slowly upwards to greet the eager stallion. Braeburn leant in close and sampled the taste of Big Mac's right testicle, moaning in pleasure as Big Mac's work caused a familiar tingling in his own groin. He continued to coax the cock from its sheath, with the combined efforts of suckling, and rubbing whatever sensitive flesh he could.
Meanwhile, Spike had inched himself gradually towards what he was certain was freedom. The tunnel of slightly fluffy flesh opened up a little ahead, and Spike made a break for it, treating it as a safe zone. He escaped into the gap, and allowed himself time to catch his breath. As he relaxed, he felt something prod his back, pushing him back the way he came. A strong, musky scent drifted through the air, getting stronger the more that this thing pushed into him. He reached back and began to run a claw over it, seeing if he could identify it. Whatever it was, it was soft to the touch, but seemed to be getting harder over time. Parts of it had ridged edges, almost like it was designed only to go so far in to something. Spike was caught of guard by the mysterious object suddenly jerking forward and pinning him to Big Mac's belly, followed by a loud, distinct moan from what was likely Braeburn.
Big Mac felt Braeburn's cock pressing against him, intensifying any movements from Spike as he struggled underneath the shaft. He panted, his hot breath stimulating Braeburn's anus, causing him to momentarily stop and moan through gritted teeth. The scent of Braeburn's arousal now had a more heady mix to it, and Big Mac just had to get more. He licked straight up, from the balls to his anus, and without warning poked his tongue inside. He lapped against the spongy walls contained with in. Lust clouding his thoughts, and a strong sensation of need burning in his loins.
Braeburn was now in full swing, Big Mac's cock stood halfway to attention, and already at an impressive length. He ran his tongue along the meat pole, lingering along the ridged sections. His hooves toyed with the balls at the base of his shaft, smoothing them and smooshing them together, as they churned their delicious seed. He took what he could of Big Mac's cock into his mouth, the sensation of having it grow inside his mouth sending chills all over his body. His tongue swirled all over the tip, even being so adventurous as to partially dip inside his urethra. He moved his hooves gradually up from the balls to the shaft, stroking it with somewhat desperate motions.
Big Mac gasped as Braeburn's tongue flowed gracefully over his tip. He plunged his tongue deeper into Braeburn's butt, furiously coating anything within the reach of the slimy appendage, in his thick saliva. Lust refusing to give up its hold on him, forced him to grind and buck his nethers into Braeburn's face, all the while his cock growing and thickening from the treatment he received.
Spike wiped sweat from his brow; the heat that emanated from Braeburn's cock was ridiculous. He watched as it jerked up and down periodically, with each separate gasp of pleasure. Timing his movements carefully, he edged his way out from underneath it with each jerking motion. Suddenly a potent, clear liquid began to ooze from the tip of the cock, coating Spike from head to tail. The liquid hit Spike with tremendous force, the viscosity of the fluid making it difficult for Spike to struggle against it. He wrestled underneath the heaps of pre-cum, forcing himself upwards. Unfortunately for Spike that was straight into the path of the oozing liquid. He quickly stuck his head to the side, gasping once more for breath. His nostrils burned from the powerful scent of the pre-cum. He wriggled a little, and found that thanks to the liquid coating his body, he was now lubed up, and could slide out with ease.
Braeburn now had Big Mac's cock at full mast, and was struggling to fit the meaty appendage into his mouth. His hooves pounded up and down the shaft, whilst he sensually nibbled at the tip, suckling any pre-cum that burst forth from it. He panted heavily as he felt Big Mac's tongue ravage his anus, exploring every inch of his insides. His balls stirred and tensed a little, he was getting so close, there was no denying that. He rubbed his cock against Big Mac's belly, the tiny strands of fur, tickling his shaft.
Spike freed himself from underneath Braeburn's cock, only to find himself knocked over as Braeburn began to grind. Pre-cum splattered around him, and he had to duck once twice to avoid a few stray blobs of the stuff. He glanced around looking for any way that he could get away from the flesh volcano. Much to his dismay he found that the grinding motions twisted and contorted the belly fat, giving him no available exit, leaving him trapped in that one space.
Big Mac was on the verge of a sexual eruption, his body crying out for release. He held it back as best he could, but Braeburn's enthusiastic actions were going to coax it from him sooner rather than later. He ground his cock into Braeburn's mouth as hard and as fast as was physically possible. He pulled his tongue out from Braeburn's anus, but kept his muzzle pressed firmly between his cheeks. Sweat dripped down his muzzle, and rolled off onto his body. He felt himself pass the point of no return; his time of orgasm was at hand. A sensation arose in his stomach, akin to a spring pushing down and down, building up pressure. He closed his eyes, and felt his balls tense, pulling close to his body...
Big Mac's cock pulsed under Braeburn's hooves, pre-cum oozed from the tip, delighting Braeburn with its unique flavour. Suddenly he felt Mac's cock pick up speed as it forced its way to the back of his throat. Braeburn gagged and pulled away a little, only to have the cock force its way to the back of his throat once more. Braeburn grunted and gagged more as Big Mac deep throated him, bringing the red stallion to a tremendous orgasm. Thick, white hot ropes of stallion semen exploded from the tip of the cock, spurting in every direction. Braeburn sighed as his mouth and throat were filled with Big Mac's seed. Behind him Big Macintosh grunted and panted as he thrust a final few times. Braeburn was forced to swallow rapidly or face wasting precious seed and for a time it seemed that Big Mac wasn't going to let up. But finally after the ninth consecutive, heavy spurt, the flow was reduced to nothing more than a dribble. Braeburn had been fighting his own orgasm, but as he relaxed from Big Mac's ejaculation, he allowed himself to release.
Spike was totally unprepared for what came next. A barrage of fresh cum instantly flooded his vision. He coughed and spluttered as he was blasted again and again, with more and more seed. His tiny arms and legs tried to cut through the liquid but it just kept swarming around his limbs. He held his breath as he was supposed in the white goo, still attempting to free himself. Suddenly everything around him began to shake and he suddenly felt himself being drawn sideways. His eyes were closed so he had no idea of where he was going, or what was waiting for him.
As Braeburn lifted himself up from being pressed against Big Mac, he glanced down at the mess he made on Mac’s stomach. In amongst all the white trickling down the red stallion’s stomach, was a small lilac blob. Braeburn scooped up the blob and held it in his hoof, wiping away any excess ejaculate.
“Did ya enjoy bein’ stuck down there?” Braeburn stifled a giggle as he spoke.
Spike pouted and looked up at Braeburn. “No, it wasn’t enjoyable at all, and once you turn me back to normal, AJ’ll be the first to know about this!” exclaimed Spike.
Braeburn rolled his eyes and sighed. “Well what if we never change you back? What then?”
Spike’s eyes widened as Braeburn spoke, surely he wasn’t being serious, and there was no way he would keep Spike at this size. His heart began to beat tenfold in his chest as Braeburn failed to let up on his expression. He glanced sideways at Big Mac, who despite what he had just gone through held a surprisingly emotionless look. He looked back up at Braeburn, the yellow stallion’s now within inches of Spike’s tiny body.
“An’ ah think it’s about time we got warmed up for round two, wouldn’t ya say, cousin?” Braeburn asked as he turned to look at Big Mac.
“Eeyup!” replied the stallion as the two of them moved around each other until they were face to face, both of them eyeing up. “Though doncha think we should ‘clean’ him up first?”
“Good idea cuz!” exclaimed Braeburn as he began to lift Spike to towards his mouth. With a soft ‘plip’ he shoved the lower half of Spike’s body into his mouth, sliding him all the way up to his chest.
Spike just hung there, his arms dangling underneath his body, and his head left to gaze back at the enormous red muzzle of Big Mac. Spike’s head was soon encompassed by the powerful stallions’ puckered lips, the rest of his chest soon followed. He was now encompassed between two sets of lips, varying degrees of warm breath rushing over his lower and upper body. Something large and wet slapped against his lower body, coating it in a thick coating of saliva, but at the same time removing the cum that was slowly drying to his scales. The same happened to his upper body, first there was the initial assault, and followed by a relentless follow up attack.
He felt the cum slip away from his body, instead replaced by what seemed to be a second, slimy skin. He squirmed in his position, receiving a moan of approval from Braeburn or Big Mac, heck it could even have been both for all he knew. The giant tongues slapped against his body, playing with his head and limp limbs, carefully batting them from side to side. In the darkness that was Big Mac’s mouth, Spike could only hope that he was going to be set free soon, and that round two wasn’t going to be as bad as he imagined. As though his prayers had been answered, Braeburn slid his head back, leaving Spike’s lower body to flop against Big Mac’s chin.
“Ah’d say he cleaned up good cuz, now’re ya ready?” asked Braeburn in a sultry tone, holding his hoof up to Big Mac’s mouth.
Big Mac nodded, sending Spike into a state of dizziness. He spat the tiny dragon into Braeburn’s hoof, before shifting his position so that he was now facing the headboard.
“Bottoms up cuz!” exclaimed Braeburn giving Big Mac’s rump a playful slap.
Outside on the landing Applejack made her way to Big Mac’s room. Spike hadn’t been down with the other two, and it had been about quarter of an hour since he was sent up, things certainly seemed suspicious. She approached the bedroom door and held her hoof out to the handle. She heard Braeburn’s voice, ‘bottoms up cuz!’ So that was their game, they were slacking off to drink! AJ bet they had bribed Spike with alcohol to keep him up there with them.
She barged into the room, coming to a standstill with her hoof pointing accusingly at her relatives. “Y’all should be ashamed of yerselves! Drinkin’ when ya should be workin’, temptin’ poor Spike with booze, he’s just a child ya know!”
For the second time that day, Braeburn and Big Mac stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the door, blush plastered across their faces. Braeburn’s hoof remained held close to Big Mac’s butt, a tiny lilac blob barely noticeable on it. The blob, or Spike as it was actually known, leapt from the hoof, sailing through the air and down to the bed. Braeburn and Big Mac were too shocked to even contemplate trying to capture him. He clambered down the bed, a climb of epic proportions, and scampered over to a shocked AJ.
“AJ! It’s me Spike! Take me to Twilight!” yelled the dragon, his lungs aching from the force of his screech.
AJ was startled at the act her own relatives were about to engage in, but even more shocked to see that the dragon she had sent to retrieve them, was now a tiny blob on the floorboards. She placed a hoof next to the floor and helped him onto it, before raising it to her face. “Spike? Is that really you?”
“Of course it’s me! Your brother and cousin thought it would be funny to use me as one of their toys or something!” He pointed an accusing claw back at the pair, illustrating Braeburn reaching for his hat, to cover his semi-erect member.
Applejack placed her hoof next to the brim of her Stetson, and waited for Spike to hop onto it. Once he was safe, she stomped her hoof against the floor, splintering the wood a little. “Ah am furious that mah own kin would do this! An' usin’ poor ol’ Spike as well! The two of ya are gonna wait right here, until ah get back from findin’ Twi. Ah’m gonna give ya’ll a punishment ya won’t soon forget!” and with that said, she slammed the door shut, and stomped downstairs.
Braeburn felt his heart sink; he was in deep trouble now, no denying it. AJ was going to make his life hell, he’d never heard her use such a loud and angry tone before, and that only made him feel worse. He glanced at Big Mac, the red stallion was blushing harder than ever before, and his bottom lip trembled. He was trying to hide his emotion, but he was upset and there was no hiding that. He’d disappointed his sister, and it was going to take more than time to help restore that bond. The two watched the door, waiting for their relative to return, and their punishment to begin.
