Applejack Gets Another Back Rub
Home is Where the Heart is.
Applejack pulled her cart of empty baskets, setting them out in the orchard for tomorrow morning's apple bucking. An older Spike, just a bit larger than Big Mac, walked silently beside her, helping to distribute the baskets. Spike laid out the final one from the cart, setting it by the last tree. When they arrived outside the barn, she struggled to remove the harness. Spike used his hands to help her out. She was finally released as she grunted from her soreness.
“Those are still mighty useful I see.” She said, motioning to his hands.
“Yeah. It seemed like you were having some difficulties.” He said with a small grin.
“Well it’s been a long day. And I’m plum tuckered out.” She said.
She and Spike sat there in the grass for a few moments in silence. The setting sun slipped below the horizon leaving them in the fading light of the evening. Each waited for the other to bid them goodnight. But it never came. The stars began to twinkle in the deep purple of the eastern horizon.
Spike finally worked up the courage to speak. “You know AJ, you seem awfully sore. Would you... like a back rub?”
Applejack turned to him, not sure how to respond. But his gentle smile said more than his words ever could. It brought a warmth to her heart that only seeing a dear friend after such a long absence could.
“Oh? A back rub you say?” She said, smiling back.
“Yes. I've been told I’m quite talented-” He held up his hands wiggling his dexterous fingers. “- with these.”
Applejack thought a moment. She could see the sincerity in his eyes. She didn't answer. She didn't need to. She slowly stood up and opened the barn door. Suddenly she felt herself being swept up. Spike carried her in his arms, stepping inside, and closing the door behind him.
“You know, it took me two years and a world's worth of traveling to find out the thing I was looking for..." He said, leaning his head to her soft mane. "It was you."
"I love you.” He whispered softly into her ear.
She smacked him in the face with her hoof. “It took you long enough to figure it out!” She said as she turned in his arms and kissed him.
Inside the barn, Spike lays her tired body down on the soft hay.
Applejack Gets a Back Rub.
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The soft rays of the morning sunlight leaked in through the cracked barn door. The sun beam streaked into Applejack's bangs, scattering a warm golden glow onto her eyelid. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly awoke. She rolled onto her side, feeling the texture of the soft hay against her. It was then that she realized she had fallen asleep in the barn again.
Still, the hay piles were plenty comfortable. It must have done wonders for her aching back. She hardly felt any pain at all this morning. She recalled the lovely dream she had. She had dreamed of Spike returning to see her on the farm. He had grown up so much. She looked around the empty barn. Spike was no where to be seen.
It was just a dream. Applejack told herself. She glanced out the window. The sun was already getting on its way in the sky. She was usually up before dawn. She mentally scolded herself for having slept in so much. She put the ties back in her mane and tail, and put her hat back on. She hurried outside to catch up on her work. She would have to double-time it.
To her horror, none of the baskets were where she had thought she had left them. They were just, gone. She realized that putting out the baskets must have been only part of her dream as well. Applejack sighed. She must have been more tired than she thought. Now she had even more work to do than she originally thought!
She went to hitch up the cart, but it, along with all the baskets were missing. Just gone! Applejack began to panic. She ran out into the orchard to see if she could find the varmint that made off with her property to give 'em what for! But she was stopped dead in her tracks.
All the trees she had planned on bucking were barren. Stripped clean! Every last apple was gone. All gone. Her livelihood, her life's work. All swept away in the night. Applejack's legs started to feel weak. She gasped in panic, all her worst fears realized. She felt like she was about to cry out. Big Mac made his way around the side of the barn, toting a heaping stack of apple-filled baskets.
"Applejack?" He asked, looking concerned. Applejack quickly dried her eyes. Everything was okay. Big Mac had just gotten an early start. Only made sense. He would have started working at dawn anyway. She started to feel silly for having gotten herself so worked up before. "I see you're awake." He said.
"Sorry, bro. Thanks for let'n me get some extra rest. I was a might tired after last night. But I guess you could already tell." She said.
"Eeyup. That's why we went ahead and started without you." He said.
"We?" She asked. Spike walked around the corner following Big Mac, pulling a sizable cart himself.
"Hey AJ." He said. Applejack ran over, throwing her hooves around him. "Whoa, I uh, I'm glad to see you too." He said, putting his hand on her mane.
"I thought last night was just a dream when I woke up this morning." She said, happy tears in her eyes.
"It's okay. I'm right here." He said, hugging her gently. Big Mac released the cart from his heavy yoke.
"Spike here gave me quite a scare when I came out this morning. I walked out into the orchard to find a dragon bucking trees." Mac said. "But once he explained who he was, I recognized him. He said he wanted to lend a hoof- er, hand around the farm. Sure helped to cover for your work." Applejack blushed. She really was embarrassed about sleeping in. She was usually so good about being punctual in the morning.
"We already got started on the east field." Spike said proudly. Applejack blinked, looking at the south orchard. All the trees were empty.
"You two already did the entire south orchard?" She asked incredulously. She looked toward the sun, midway up from the east horizon. It couldn't be much past ten in the morning.
"He was almost done by the time I came out." Big Mac explained. She just looked at Spike in awe.
"When did you sleep?!" She asked.
"Oh, I never sleep more than a couple hours every other night." He said. That was hardly the Spike she knew. He just shrugged. "I figure I slept through most of the first eighteen years of my life, and now I'm just making up for it." He said with a smile. Applejack looked at the cleared orchard again.
"Ain't you tired though?" She asked. Spike looked back over his shoulder at the empty trees.
"Not to get into it too much, but after what I've been through, this is a vacation for me." Spike said, still smiling. Mac brought the carts to the apple storage cellar. "So how has everypony else been?" He asked.
"Well, Pinkie is still working at Sugarcube Corner. Pumpkin and Pound Cake will be starting school soon. Fluttershy is still doing her usually thing. Rainbow is a Wonderbolt now. And Rarity... well, she's moved on to Canterlot. She has a new boutique there. I hear it's doing quite well, working with Hoity Toity and Fancy Pants. Twilight has been busy doing Princess stuff and raising her foal with Trixie. Applebloom is just about done with school. Mac's been court'n Miss. Cheerilee..."
"Eeyup." He said from the cellar.
"And I've stayed here, doing the same old same old." She finished. Spike just nodded, following along. "So what about you? Where have you been all this time?" She asked.
"Oh, no wheres in particular. I just needed some time to think is all." He said. AJ felt her stomach rumble.
"Well, how about some breakfast at least?" She asked.
A large truck lofted down from it's route in the sky. It was pulled by a pair of pegasi, as it landed on the dirt road leading up to the farm. The side of the truck read PegaShipping Moving Company.
"Oh, they're early." Spike said, as they started unloading boxes. "Uh, Applejack, I hope you don't mind, I had my stuff delivered here until I could find a permanent place."
"Oh it's no problem Spike. I've got storage space in the shed if you need it." She said, directing the moving ponies to the shed. Box after box came, Spike watched each one intently. Inside the shed, he opened the top of one of the boxes, checking inside, ensuring the contents were all there. Satisfied, he waited for the rest. The entire volume of the truck unloaded. Twenty seven crates in all. He signed off on the delivery and they left, having been paid in advance.
"Geez, Spike. What is all that?" She asked at last.
"Oh, you know. Stuff." He said, closing the shed doors. "Listen, you go on ahead and eat. I'm all set." He said.
"Are you sure? I haven't seen you eat anything since you got here." She said.
"I'm fine. I just don't really have a taste for apples that much these days." He said. He reached in his bag, grabbing a handful of turquoise, snacking on it like popcorn. "See? I'm good."
The rest of the day was very productive. With Spike's help, they were able to do the week's work in just two days. Applejack was able to take her first day off in months.
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Applejack woke up to the dawning sun streaming into her bedroom window. It was her own, natural alarm clock. She smiled, climbing out of bed. She walked over to the window and pulled the curtains, shrouding the room in darkness again. She climbed back into her bed and rolled over, pulling the covers with her. She was going to enjoy sleeping until noon.
ROAR!
Applejack leaped from her bed. She had heard Spike yell before when he dropped a wagon on his foot. This was definitely not him. She ran to the window, throwing open the curtains. A familiar looking silhouette came streaking out of the east. It came in low on a strafing run, spewing a gout of flame at a row of trees, setting them ablaze. AJ rushed downstairs, screaming to high heaven. Big Mac was already on the move.
The Dragon flew past the farm, circling around for another pass. She ran out to the barn, looking inside. Spike's cot that he had set up was vacant. He was nowhere to be found. She heard the dragon bellow just beyond the treeline, preparing for another assault.
It came in fast, swooping low, laying another burst of fire to the storage shed. The old, dry wood ignited quickly. The doors exploded outward. Bits of burning structure rolled off of Spike, who was unfazed by the embers. He tore a 4x4 beam from the door frame, snapping it in half over his knee as though it were a skinny twig. He saw Applejack running toward him.
"AJ! You and Mac put out this fire!" He shouted.
"What about the dragon!?" She screamed.
"I'll handle the dragon." He growled, gripping the sharpened timber in his claws. The fury of a thousand suns burned in his eyes. He took off into the sky with a mighty flap of his wings. Big Macintosh had already started connecting the hose to the well pump. AJ grabbed the handle and started pumping with every ounce of energy she could muster. Mac held fast on the hose nozzle, dousing the shed.
"Yol Toor Shul!"
The very ground shook around her. Applejack looked up from the pump. The two had flown high into the sky. Circling eachother and lunging in the air. An advance, a parry, a feign. She couldn't tell who was who in the glare of the light. Another blast of fire erupted. Sweat began to run into her eyes, stinging, and mixing with her tears.
"AJ!" Mac hollered. She realized she had stopped pumping. She quickly redoubled her efforts. More water came forth. The shed was nearly out. But she could only look on helplessly as a row of her trees continued to burn. Their hose could only reach their farm structures. The trees were beyond their help. They were some of the oldest trees on the farm. They were like family. She had even named them.
A horrible screech cried out above them. The limp body of a young dragon plummeted to the ground, falling just beyond the treeline with a heavy thump. The victor circled above them, making for another pass at the trees, intent on finishing the job. It started at the far end, lining up on the two farm ponies. AJ felt her legs freeze up. She saw the end coming. The dragon took a deep breath.
"Fo Krah Diin!"
Applejack felt the wind of a hurricane strike her as the flames of the trees were extinguished in an arctic gale. Applejack released the pump. The fires were out. The spray from the hose drifted down gently as a mid-summer's snow around Spike as he landed gently near the farm ponies. He had a couple decent gashes on his shoulder and side.
She ran over to him, hugging him tightly. "Ah was so scared!" She cried. "Ah thought ah was gonna lose everything! And when ah saw the dragon fall, ah didn't know who it was or-"
"Shh..." Spike said, stroking her hair gently.
"But- but what about you?" She said looking at his massive cuts, losing fresh blood.
"I'll be just fine. Shh. It's okay now. I'm so sorry about all this." She looked up at him.
"What do ya mean?" She asked. One of the walls of the shed broke apart, spilling open one of the damaged crates inside. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds and gems of all kinds spilled out onto the floor. The crates were filled with gems! It was Spike's horde.
"I guess trouble seems to have followed me here." He sighed. He walked down the path into the orchard. AJ followed him. The trees that had been burned didn't look too bad. The leaves were gone, but the trunk and most of the branches were still in tact. She was sure that they would recover by next season.
Spike stopped beside the body of the slain dragon. The bloody, jagged beam still embedded in his neck. He looked to her, realizing now that she had followed him here.
"You might not want to watch this." He warned. She didn't move. He pulled the beam from the dragons neck, stabbing it into the chest. Dragon scales are just about the toughest armor out there. But when it comes to the force of a dragon propelling what amounts to a spear the size of a tree trunk... well, there are limits.
Spike pierced the flesh, prying the ribs apart. He thrusted his claws into the gaping hole, tearing out the dragon's heart. It was the size of a small melon. Applejack didn't flinch. Until, of course, Spike took a massive bite of it, chewing it down, and eating the rest. As he ate the heart of his enemy, the wounds in his shoulder and side began to mend right before her eyes. The rest of the dragon's body began to burn away in a heat-less fire, evaporating into ash, and then disappearing all together. Spike brushed himself off, looking good as new.
"In the game of dragons, you either win... or you die." He said. The spot on the ground where the body was showed no sign of disturbance. Even the beam was clean of blood. They started walking back to the farm. "Without Rarity's gem-find spell, I couldn't exactly have accumulated all these on my own." He said motioning to the shed. "I was afraid that he'd come looking for these. I didn't think he'd come this far into Equestrian territory."
"There have been dragon attacks along several of the borders I've heard. Will there be others?" She asked.
"No. No, he was the last loose end I was worried about." He said. The last bit of smoke left the ruined shed. "Coming here was a mistake. I should take these and go before anything else happens." He felt a hoof on his arm.
"You can't go!" She said.
"I'll help fix all the damage first, of course." He said.
"No! I mean I don't want you to go. I can't lose you again!" She cried, pulling him closer to her.
"Okay. Alright." He said softly. "I'll stay."
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"The Great, and Humble TRIXIE enjoyed having you both over." Trixie said, waving goodbye to them.
"It was good seeing you again Spike." Twilight said, as Spike and Applejack left her library.
Spike had been a bit reserved heading into town. His presence at Sweet Apple Acres was known only to Applejack and her brother. She had gone ahead the day prior to let Twilight know to expect Spike's visit, and to inform as much of the town as possible to avoid a panic. There was still a few of the odd looks and startled retreats from the curious and surprised. Spike paid them no heed. He was used to it by now. Applejack walking beside him helped ease the transition. She felt his pain, even if he didn't show it.
Now, as the couple walked back to the farm, it was Spike's turn to notice Applejack's shift in mood. They had just left the edge of the town, nearing the farm. She was quiet, frowning.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Hmm? Me ? Nothing. Ah'm fine." She said. Spike snorted.
"AJ, I could always tell when you were lying, because you were never any good at it." He said. "Come on. Tell me what's bothering you."
"Well-" She started, unsure of how to broach the subject. "It's just, seeing Twilight and Trixie's foal, and with the Cakes' foals growing up, ah just been feeling, ah dunno..." She trailed off, kicking a rock on the path. Spike saw a lone tear streaking her orange cheek.
"Ah'm a just been regret'n not being able to have a foal for myself." She said. Spike didn't say anything. What could he? He just knelt down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. She wept quietly into his strong chest. He dried her eyes after a few moments.
She deserved a foal. She would've made a wonderful mother. Instead she had him. She saw the doubt in his eyes.
"Ah've got you Spike. For a while ah didn't even have that. Ah'm grateful fer ma blessings. Ah'm not a gonna dwell on what might have beens." She smiled. She put a bounce back in her step, holding her head high.
She deserved a foal.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I am writing to inform you of my impending arrival one day hence. Make all necessary arrangements.
- Spike the Dragon
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The next day, Spike approached the Castle gate. He kept his approaching flight path low to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. He could have easily flown over the meager defense. But he wanted to make a point that he was not a threat. The guards were edgy at first. But after a moment of politely waiting, they could see that he was not the usual feral sort of beast they encountered in the wilds.
"Name?" One of the guards asked curtly.
"Spike. Spike the Dragon." He said, feeling a bit foolish in stating the very obvious. "I have an appointment with the Princess." He added.
"Yes. You are expected. This way please." The guard directed. He led Spike inside, though he needn't the guidance. He had been in the castle so many time in his youth that he knew the layout by heart. The guard broke the silence. "So, are you the Spike? As in the dragon who saved the Crystal Empire?"
"That was a long time ago." Spike said.
"I thought you were going to be an ambassador for the Princess after that." He said.
"Yeah well... things went a little differently since then." Spike said.
"Hmm. Well here we are." The guard said, opening the throne room doors. Spike entered, slowly approaching the Princess. He hadn't seen her in years, yet she hadn't aged a day. Her lieutenant beside her stepped forward.
"You there, dragon! You may speak to the Princess, but keep your distance. I have my eye on you, and mark my words, if you try anything funny, I'll strike you down before you can say 'dragon spy'!"
"LIEUTENANT! You may dismiss yourself from the throne room." Princess Celestia barked. He bowed quickly before removing himself from the room. She turned back to Spike, her anger vanishing. "You'll have to forgive the lieutenant. He is an excellent guard pony. But a little short on manners."
Spike took a quick knee. "There is nothing to forgive, Your Highness. I know what I look like."
"Please," Celestia motioned for him to rise, "What is it that brings you here after all this time?"
"Has it really been that long to you?" He asked.
"My dear Spike, dragons are the only ones who even come close to rivaling my own longevity. But you should know as well as I, that time passes no more quickly for the long-lived. Now please, tell me. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I was considering your offer to be an ambassador to Draconia." He said.
"Yes, that position is still available. I would very much like to have you, a national hero, for the job." She said. Spike blushed a bit. "Yet I sense there is more than that to your visit."
"My employment would be conditional." He said.
"Oh, making demands now, are we?" She asked playfully.
"Just, respectfully requesting ma'am."
"Well, out with it then."
"Applejack wants to have a foal." He started.
"Oh, how lovely! And you wish to get her a foal-shower gift? Who is the lucky stallion?" She asked.
"Well, that's just it. There is no stallion. Applejack and... and, I- have become something of an item." He explained. "But lately she has expressed a desire to sire an heir to the Apple Family Farm. I was hoping that there would be something you could do to... help us?" He asked. Celestia settled into her throne, absorbing the information. She considered her possible solutions. But always returning to one single idea. Way in the back of her memories.
"There is one option we could consider." She said. "Follow me." She rose from her throne, walking past him. He followed her into the hallway. Guards parted and bowed as they passed. They headed downstairs, into the bowels of the palace. The air grew heavy around them as she lit the way with her glowing horn. At last they arrived at an ancient, heavy oak door. She pushed aside the cobwebs and moss that had grown over it in the intervening centuries.
Inside, dusty shelves were lined with an assortment of bottles and vials. She perused the wide selection of potions, finally settling on a particularly archaic-looking flask. She levitated it over to him. He carefully grasped it in his hands.
"This potion, when consumed by two users, will allow for the interbreeding between two different species. It affects the gametes, causing them to seek out one another, and becoming genetically compatible." She explained. He looked at the bottle. It was largely empty. There was only enough left for two more servings. She went on. "There was only one complication. When it was used successively through generations, with too many different species, you end up with a draconequus." She said, looking away for a moment. "So I had the recipe for the potion destroyed, now it is lost to the sands of time, leaving only this last dose." She said. Spike carefully placed it in his bag.
"Thank you for this, Princess." He said. She nodded, directing him back up the stairs.
Back on the ground level, Spike headed for the exit, taking to the air, heading back to Ponyville.
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At dinner in the Apple house, Spike helped set the table. Applejack began setting out the plates of food. Spike put Big Mac's drink on the table. He poured two more mugs of cider for Applejack and himself, adding the special ingredient he had gotten from Celestia to each of the drinks. The three of them sat at the table as he set the last two mugs down. He took a sip of his. It was a tad more bitter than usual. Applejack coughed slightly after her first gulp. He needed her to drink all of it for the potion to work.
"What's a matter AJ? Can't hold your cider? I'll race ya!" Spike taunted. He knew she couldn't resist a challenge, especially when it came to the game of the drink.
"A drinking contest? Yer on partner!" AJ shouted, slamming the rest of her mug, swallowing every last drop. Spike finished close behind her. "HA! I told yew I'd win!" She said with a smug smile.
"All right, all right." Spike said, pouring a couple more mug fulls. "Let's just enjoy these then." He said. All at the table just sipped their drinks, and enjoyed their dinner. They had each drank their dose of the potion. The rest now, as they say, was up to him.
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Spike pulled Big Macintosh aside.
"Um, hey listen, I uh- I feel a little weird asking this, you being her brother and all, but could you, you know, give us the house for a couple hours tonight?" Spike said passing him a handful of gems. "You know, take Cheerilee to the movies, show her a good time?"
"Eeyup." He said, turning to call to AJ on the other side of the house. "Going out to the theater with Cheerilee tonight!" He said.
"Okay Mac. See you when you get home!" She called back. Big Mac grabbed his bag and headed out the door, off to treat Cheerilee with what would be a very expensive date, courtesy of Spike's gems.
Spike sauntered over to AJ, busy at the sink, hoof washing the dishes from dinner. He snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. In her surprise, she nearly dropped one of the ceramic plates. She froze, being careful not to drop it, before slowly placing it back in the sink.
"You know," Spike began to whisper in her ear, "with Big Mac out with Cheerilee at the theater, we'll have the house to ourselves for a good two or three hours." He said, expertly rubbing her back with one hand, sliding his other hand down her hips, slipping it forward, down between her legs. As he slipped a finger between her folds he pressed his belly against her back, pinning her to the kitchen sink counter. She moaned as he felt her warmth radiating from her body, and especially her nethers. "Ooh, baby. You're really warm tonight." He said. Applejack's tail flagged up against him reflexively. She recognized her body's signs.
"I, ah think, I might be gettin' into season." She groaned. Spikes fingers served to both alleviate and intensify her sexual discomfort. "Mah heat is starting a little early this season, but that's nature for ya I guess." She said. Spike knew it was the effect of the spell causing her to become fertile.
"Well, as I was saying," Spike continued, "since we've got the whole place to ourselves tonight, why don't we adjourn to the bedroom tonight instead of the barn this time? Make it special tonight?" He suggested.
"Hmm." She purred under him. "I'd like that a whole lot." She said, pressing her supple rump back against his crotch. She turned around in his arms, supporting herself against the counter. He bent down, kissing her. As she kissed back, she put her hat on his head. It was something she liked to do.
"I still say it looks better on you." He said, scooping her up in his arms, carrying her upstairs. On the way, Applejack pulled the ties from her mane and tail, discarding them on the stairs. Spike laid her on her back on the bed, lifting her butt, propping it up with a couple pillows under her.
"Whatcha doing?" She asked.
"Oh, just trying out a different position." He said. "This will help me... get to you." He said with a wry smile, kissing her. As a dragon, his scaled lips' texture left something to be desired. But for Applejack, it was the feeling behind those lips that mattered. She had known Spike nearly all his life. He had risked his life to protect her, her kin, and her farm. When he said 'I love you.' she knew he meant it.
He slid he hand between her legs, running a finger along her slit. She was already sopping wet. He played with her sensitive nub, causing her to writhe and squirm under him. He kissed her again, running his fingers down her pussy, deep into her folds, slipping a finger inside her, slowly fucking her with his digit.
She rolled her hips against his hand, trying to buck against him even harder. She was extremely horny tonight. He nibbled on her ear, careful to use just his lips, and not his teeth. She loved it when he did that. He started kissing his way down her neck, all while sliding a second finger inside her wet pussy. He gently pressed on her clit with his thumb, causing her to contract around his trapped digits, squeezing on them like a vice.
She moaned as the first, small orgasm rolled over her. He brought his head between her legs. She loved this part. His long tongue began to work wonders on her sensitive folds. He slowly put a third finger inside her, stretching her to her limit. She groaned. He was a good deal larger than he was a few years ago. The days of him getting his whole hand inside her were long gone. His dexterous tongue did elaborate dances of patterns all over her marehood as his fingers continued pumping into her.
"Oh Spike! Oh my gosh! It's so good!" She squealed, before biting on her hat to keep from screaming out. "NGH ngh NGH GAH!" Applejack's powerful pussy muscles squeezed Spike's fingers right out of her with a mighty gush of her marecum. Her head lolled back and forth on the pillows. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. She looked at him with hungry eyes. "Saddle up partner. It's your turn." She said waving him on top of her. Spike slithered up her body, kissing her again. She felt him poking against her belly.
"Hmm, come on, quit teasing me." She ordered. Spike reached down, taking grasp of himself, aligning it with her entrance. As a dragon, he had two. And while they were not quite as long as a stallion's, they were each nearly as thick. As he pushed forward, one slipped into her warm pussy while the other rubbed against her slit, stimulating her clit further. It was pure ecstasy for Applejack, being doubly pleasured by both of his textured, veiny cocks.
Sometimes, when he took her from behind, and she had a few ciders, they would get adventurous, and she would take one in her ass. Or sometimes, he would finish like he was now, with one outside her, spraying onto her belly. Sometimes it would even reach her mouth. She loved that game too. Except for that one time where he... dotted the I's as it were. Who knew it would sting so much?
But tonight, Spike could feel a big load coming on from the fertility potion he had taken. He only had one chance at this, and he didn't want to waste a single, precious drop. He decided tonight was a good night to push new territory. He slid nearly all the way out of her, pausing for a moment.
"Whatcha doin? She asked, missing him filling her.
"Just... trying something new." He said, smirking. He brought his second tip right alongside the other, squeezing it into her stretched pussy.
"Oh. OH! OH! MAH! GOSH!" Applejack cried out. Being in heat helped her to be extra... flexible. Her lusty desire flooded her system with carnal pleasure where pain might have otherwise been at having her take so much into her. Spike painstakingly inched forward, letting her adjust to the girth stretching her open. It was the most she had ever taken into her pussy. Just over halfway inside, Spike started to withdraw. Applejack wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her more.
"Oh you think you can take this bull? You better be ready for a ride!" She said, mad with lust. He pushed forward, filling her to the hilt. "MMMHH!" She moaned, feeling satisfied. He started with small thrusts, getting bolder with each encouraging grunt from her. He was worried about hurting her before. But now no matter how hard he thrusted, she wanted it harder. No matter how fast, she wanted faster. He started to silently hope he would finish before one of them broke the others' hip.
"Oh OH OHH!" Applejack cried out again. He felt her pussy spasm tightly around his cocks inside her, trying in vain to milk him for all he was worth. He just fucked right through it, determined. Now it was Applejack's turn to hold on. He normally just let her orgasm ride out and then resume. But he just kept pounding into her, prolonging her cumming. Her peak stretched into a plateau, as she gushed onto his crotch.
With each thrust, their hips slapped together, splashing them both with her juices. The entire bed was soaked, the room was rank with their arousal. Spike felt his own need rising quick. Every other time, they knew they were incompatible for breeding. So he never had to worry about trivial things like warning her of his orgasm or pulling out. Tonight he knew better. He gripped her hips, getting in a few last quick humps.
"OH Gah! Oh Applejack! I'm Cumming!" He said, slamming it home a final time. His cocks flared inside her, throbbing and pulsing, filling her with a truly prodigious amount of cum. Applejack could feel his hot semen filling her small passage, his flared cocks sealing it inside, keeping any of it from escaping. There was so much, Spike could actually feel himself being pushed out by the shear volume. With a defiant buck, he thrusted back in, forcing his potent seed deeper into her womb.
She laid beneath him, each of them panting in exhaustion. She kept waiting for him to pull out of her so she could go 'clean herself out'. But he stayed on top of her, with her butt propped high on the pillows.
"Uh, Spike? I'd like to go clean up now." She said. As a farmer, she didn't mind getting dirty. But she didn't like staying dirty either.
"Just, just wait a bit. I like this feeling." He said, pushing into her again, ensuring none of him leaked out of her. With her hips propped up, he hoped gravity would be on his side in drawing more of his essence up into her fertile body.
"Well, ah'm a just getting a might uncomfortable now." She said, adjusting herself. Spike notice her back did look like it was getting in a weird angle. He slowly slipped out of her, and laid beside her, hugging her. He hoped to delay her moving her hips from off the pillows a bit longer. But she would have none of it. She sat up in the bed, rolling off, and heading to the bathroom to take care of her 'post coital business'. Spike watched with dismay as his semen began to readily leak from her. He hoped it would take.
She deserves a foal.
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A few weeks later
Applejack stared groggily at her bowl of Shredded Wheat. She was hungry but she didn't want to eat the food in front of her. It had been like this for her for several days now. Each morning she would wake up feeling ill, sometimes vomiting, but it got better as the day went on and she was able to work. So she didn't bother to see a doctor about it.
Spike however was very insistent that she be seen, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow it. As a compromise, he insisted that she not do any work that was particularly strenuous. Which, on a farm, was most things. And for the last few weeks, he insisted that she abstain from any hard cider.
Today, Applejack was feeling it bad though. She had skipped breakfast most days recently, making up for it at lunch and dinner. But she was determined to get back into eating the most important meal of the day. Spike looked on as she tried to eat a few spoon-fulls. He was pleased to see that she kept her breakfast down today.
For a few moments anyway. After a few retches, he found himself wearing most of her partially digested meal.
"Okay, that's it! We're going to the doctor today!" He said firmly. She just nodded, wiping the mess from her mouth with her napkin.
Spike and Applejack waited in the examination room for the doctor to return with the lab results from her blood draw. She was anxious to see that it was nothing more than a simple stomach bug and there was nothing for Spike to worry about. Also, she was keen on seeing what 'bug' could possibly have gotten the better of her. With her strong immune system, she couldn't even remember the last time she was sick like this.
Spike on the other hand looked more worried than she did. She had gotten quite good at reading his expressions lately. He looked worried, but, only a little. There was a hint of excitement? Anticipation? It was as though he was looking forward to the results rather than dreading them. Doctor Horse walked in with his clip board.
"Well, Miss Applejack, we seem to have identified to cause of your nausea." He said dryly. "A congratulations are in order. May I ask who the stallion is?"
"Uh, come again?" She asked, extremely confused.
"Miss Applejack... you're pregnant."
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Applejack?
APPLEJACK!
Applejack looked up at the ceiling. Whoever was spinning the room needed to stop, it was making her feel faint. She was on the floor. Wait, why was she on the floor? Spike moved into her field of view.
"Applejack? Hey, she's waking up!" Spike said. Nurse Redheart stood over her now, putting a hoof to her orange wrist.
"All her vitals are normal. She'll be fine." She said.
"Good catch by the way." Doctor Horse said, standing nearby.
"Catch?" Applejack asked groggily, looking around the room. Spike knelt down, lifting her head.
"You fainted. You almost fell out of your chair, but I caught you, and let you lay down gently." He said.
"Hmm. My hero." Applejack said, sitting up slowly, giving him a quick kiss. Spike kissed her back, rubbing her tummy gently. "What er ya doing that fer?" She asked.
"The foal." He said. It all came rushing back.
"Uh, come again?" Applejack asked, extremely confused.
"Miss Applejack... you're pregnant." Dr. Horse told her. She just looked at the doctor, and then back to Spike, who was grinning widely. HA, he just gave up his poker face.
"Ha ha ha! Oh, you!" She said, jabbing Spike in the ribs. "You almost had me going. Did Rainbow Dash put you up to this? And the doctor too!? Ha ha ha! Oh, you almost had me good!" She said, slapping her knee. Dr. Horse just looked on at the spectacle, not knowing what to make of it.
"It's not a joke Miss. You're pregnant. I've already scheduled you for an ultrasound." He said.
"But, but this is impossible." She scoffed. "There's got to be a mistake. I ain't been with any stallion!" She said. Spike put a hand on her shoulder.
"Applejack, I... got a potion. From Celestia. For us to..." He smiled, trailing off. "... to have a foal." He finished. Applejack felt the room spin as the chair fell out from under her.
Spike sat with her on the floor now, rubbing her belly.
"So... ah'm pregnant?" She asked again. The others in the room just nodded.
"We're gonna have a baby, just like you always wanted." Spike said, hugging her.
"So you say it's possible? Genetically?!" She asked. Spike nodded.
"It is for us. This one time. Thanks to the Princess." He said.
.....
Later, the happy couple looked on as the nurse rubbed the ultrasound probe against her abdomen. She pointed at the screen, describing the blurry images. "...aaand here is your baby." She said, freezing the screenshot.
"You see it?" Spike asked.
"I see it!" Applejack said, tearing up.
"I can go print you out a picture if you'd like." She said, leaving the room. Spike started wiping the conductive jelly from her fur. Applejack started crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I can't see it!" She cried. "I can't see my own baby! I'm a terrible mother!"
"What do you mean? Look, it's right here!" He said, pointing at a small blob on the screen.
"What? You mean that little peanut-looking thing?" She asked. Spike nodded affirmatively. "Oh, well I saw THAT!" She said.
"Yeah, that's our baby!" He said, hugging her.
"That's our baby." She said, as he dried her eyes.
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At home for the next several weeks, Applejack lounged in the hammock during the day. Spike had the double task of picking up the work for her slack, as well as tending to her needs. But he never once complained. It was a labor of love.
"Okay, so peanut butter crackers, a watermelon- Wait, like, a whole watermelon?" He asked. She nodded excitedly. "You're going to eat a whole watermelon yourself?"
"Eeyup." She said, imitating her brother.
Okay, what else did you want me to get?" He asked, looking over the shopping list for the market.
"Cucumbers, carrots, pickles, summer squash, zucchini, and..."
"Pretty much anything dick shaped?" He said jokingly. Applejack scoffed, but then rethought her list mentally.
"Yeah, ah guess so." She laughed.
"Okay, I will go get those for you." He said. "If you need anything, Mac will be around."
"Hey, ah'm a big girl. Ah kin take care a myself!" She said.
"I just care about you. I love you." He said.
"I love you too." She said, kissing him.
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"I HATE YOU!" Applejack screamed. "AHHHRGH! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU DESERVE THIS, NOT ME!" She yelled at Spike beside her, repeatedly punching at him with her hooves. Spike's tough scales took the abuse. He stood fast by her bed, mentally repeating to himself. She doesn't mean it. It's not her right now. It's not Applejack. Applejack loves you. Applejack loves you.
"I HATE YOU!" She screamed again. "GET THIS THING OUTTA ME!" She groaned, her hooves up in the stirrups. She was nearly twice the size she was eleven months ago. Even Spike struggled carrying her to the hospital.
.....
"Oh Applejack!" He said, climbing over her on the bed.
"Oh Spike, give it to me! Ah need it!" Spike slipped his cock inside her, bottoming out. She immediately gushed onto him.
"Wow, I guess so! You came so fast!" He said.
"No I didn't." She said. More fluid gushed from her vagina.
"..."
"Uh oh."
......
"Come on Miss Applejack, another push!" Nurse Redheart coached.
"NNNGGHH!" Applejack grunted.
"I can see the head!" Spike said.
"A few more! You're almost there!" The nurse said.
"AHHHHH!"
The room fell silent. Naught could be heard but the cry of a newborn.
"Waaagh! Wagh!"
The doctor cleaned the baby, wrapping him in a blanket, passing him to the mother. Applejack's face was puffy, red, and soaked in sweat. She was beautiful, Spike thought. And so was their baby in her hooves.
"That's our baby!" She whispered to Spike.
"That's our baby." He said.
"He's going to be so beautiful when he grows up. Just like his father." She said. She looked at his bruised scales. "Sorry about that."
"No apologies." He said, giving her tired back a rub. "I love you."
"I love you too." She said, nuzzling against him.
The End
