In which Spike is uncomfortably exposed to Pony Procreation and trans-species coitus.
Spike gave a soft groan as he stretched. His spine popped audibly, making him grin widely.
“Ah think that’ll do ‘er for today, Spike.” Applejack wiped sweat from her forehead with a soft sound, beaming up at Spike happily. “Yeh really helped me out today.”
“Nothin’ to it, Applejack.” Spike smiled down at the humble farmpony. “I’m always happy to help out.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve been helpin’ me outta more jams n’ Applebloom during Zap Apple season. Ah really oughta do something nice for ya.” Applejack grinned deviously. “Ah think ah know just th’ thing.”
“You gonna tell me what it is?” Spike chuckled, his after-work stretch done. He settled on all fours in front of Applejack, though he still stood about as tall as her.
“That’d ruin th’ surprise, now, wouldn’t it?” Applejack winked at him and turned away, trotting towards the barn. “Ah’ll letchya know when yer expected, mister!”
“Oh! Hey!” Spike called after her. “Twilight wanted to see Big Macintosh for something! Could you send him over?”
“Big Mac? Really?” Applejack seemed mildly surprised. “Heck, iffen I’d have known he’d be the one…”
“The one what?” Spike returned, frowning slightly. The way Applejack was acting, it seemed almost as if she and Twilight were in league on something.
“N-nothin’! Don’t worry about it!” Applejack grinned and waved him off. “Git goin’ home, mister!”
“O… Okay… Goodbye, AJ…”
“B’ah!” Applejack waved cheerfully as Spike turned tail to Sweet Apple Acres and made his way back to Ponyville. The late-afternoon sun was hot, but the cool shade between the ever-present apple trees was soothing. Spike took his time to enjoy the walk, stretching his teenage muscles and letting his mind wander. He was eighteen as of two weeks ago, finally able to appreciate some of the more adult things in life. Relationships were still beyond him (He wasn’t entirely sure if dragons should even –be- attracted to ponies,) but he could still enjoy some other things.
Drinking being one of them. His birthday party had been catered by Sweet Apple Acres, complete with all the cider a young dragon could drink. Spike chuckled as he remembered the drunken night of partying, and the incumbent headache that came with it the following morning. Still, he enjoyed a good drink rather frequently, and he was looking forward to another handle of Applejack’s reserve when he got home.
Still, this business with Twilight, Big Mac, and Applejack had him feeling dubious.
“Hey Spike.” Twilight smiled up from her book as he ducked in through the front door. The walk had passed quicker than Spike would have liked, but he was happy to be back home.
“Heya Twilight.” Spike smiled at his friend as he looked over her shoulder at the text. “Moving on, huh?”
“Yeah, this new collection of Starswirl’s notes has raised a lot of questions. I moved on from astrology into arcane applications, but it’s all still fuzzy.” She frowned at the open book and sighed. “I’m beginning to think we’ll never figure out what Starswirl was studying last…”
“Hey,” Spike patted Twilight’s head tenderly. “Keep your head up. I’m sure something will show itself. If anypony can find out what he was working on it’d be you.”
“Thanks Spike.” Twilight smiled warmly up at him. “How was work?”
“Just another day, really.” Spike shrugged and meandered his way towards one of the many bookshelves built into the walls of their home. “Applejack was wondering why you asked Big Mac to come over.”
“Aah, right… That.” Twilight’s wings shuffled behind Spike, making him glance over his shoulder at her between scanning the titles of their books.
’Is she blushing?’ He thought, giving her a slight frown before returning to the spines of the books. “Yeah, she said she had something planned for me...” His claw lightly brushed the spines, scanning for one particular title. He found it and withdrew the thick volume, passing it off to Twilight. “Try this one.”
“Hmm?” Twilight frowned at the dusty book before breaking into a wide smile. “All these years, still my number one assistant.” She took the book from him and set it next to the one already open. “Thanks, Spike. Off to go drinking?” She asked, idly flipping a page. Spike grinned and shrugged once more.
“Probably. Might take a nap… Might go take a walk. I’m not sure.” He really wanted to get to the bottom of this ‘surprise,’ but Twilight knew how to keep a secret if nothing else. Just as he was about to reach the door, Twilight spoke.
“Oh, that reminds me… Fluttershy wanted your help with something.”
“Today?”
“Whenever.” Twilight rolled her hoof, her eyes still scanning the book. “It didn’t sound urgent, but if you’re up for a walk, might as well go see her, right?”
“Not a bad idea. Thanks, Twilight.” Spike slipped through the door with a little spring in his step. Visiting Fluttershy was always a treat. She seemed to know what it was animals – even dragons – wanted.
The day went rather normally after that. Fluttershy was quiet and reserved as usual, she just needed some help luring a few snakes from their den so she could clean it out a little. Spike had a mild affinity for reptiles, so he kept them occupied while she worked. Afterwards, they shared some tea and idle chat, though Fluttershy mostly listened. After that, it was growing late. Spike returned home, had a few cups of cider while reading the latest Daring Do novel, and went to sleep.
The next day dawned bleak and rather dreary out. With a grumble, Spike remembered Rainbow Dash would be orchestrating a rather large rainstorm for Ponyville today. Days like this, work at Sweet Apple Acres was slow and uneventful, and all he really did was laze around the barn. Best to not go at all, Applejack would be fine on her own. But if he didn’t go, he realized he’d be inside all day, cooped up with nothing interesting to do. At least it’d be a good day to get drunk… Later on. Nobody drank in the morning. Sighing, Spike rolled out of bed and resigned himself to a long day of chores, reading, and boredom.
“Morning, Spike.” Twilight beamed at him on the stairs. Spike returned the smile, albeit mutedly.
“This weather, huh?”
“Tell me about it. Is that why you look bored already?” Twilight chuckled, nudging his side with her flank. Spike grinned at her. “Well, keep your chin up. Despite the rain, I’m expecting company this afternoon.”
“Really?” Spike asked, perking up a little. “Who is it?”
“Part of the surprise, Spike.” Twilight bubbled, skipping past him on the stairs. She fluttered down the last few steps and made for the kitchen. “Trust me, you’re gonna like it. But for now, what do you want for breakfast?”
“Toast…” Spike answered absently. This talk of a surprise was beginning to wear on him. More than anything, he was starting to get annoyed. Rather than press the matter, he decided to wait and see what it was Twilight and Applejack had planned for that evening. As the scent of breakfast came from the kitchen, Spike tried to puzzle what in the blue blazes Twilight was planning…
“Heya Big Mac. Applejack.” Spike opened the door for their rain-sodden visitors, smiling warmly at them. “Come on in.” He had towels at the ready, and passed one each off to both ponies. Applejack was absent her signature hat, and her wet mane hung down her neck rather beautifully. Respectfully, Spike turned his back as they dried off. “Twilight’s been expecting you two.”
“Has she now?” Applejack teased through the fluffy towel. Spike didn’t know for certain that she was, but if their demeanor the past two days was any indication, the two of them had something planned. Spike was halfway interested to find out what it was, but halfway apprehensive it wouldn’t be something he wanted.
Once finished, Big Mac and Applejack handed the towels back to Spike, who trudged upstairs to put them with the rest of the laundry. He passed Twilight on the stairs, who smiled warmly at him. “I take it they just showed up?”
“Yeah… They’re downstairs.” Spike opened his mouth to ask her what they were doing over here in this weather, but held his tongue. Twilight would tell him what their plans were in time. He promptly dropped the damp towels in the laundry and returned downstairs…
To something he never thought he’d see in a million years.
Twilight.
Kissing Big Macintosh.
“Uum…” Spike paused halfway down the stairs, watching the display with wide eyes. “I… I’ll just go back upst-“
“Aah.” Applejack cut him off. “Git down here, mister. This involves you too.”
“Eer…” Spike remained on the stairs, watching as Twilight and Big Mac finished their kiss. Twilight looked up at him, as did Big Mac, and Spike suddenly felt very awkward and out-of-place. Even more so than stumbling upon Twilight kissing Applejack’s brother… With Applejack watching them. Slowly, hesitantly, he finished descending into the library’s main floor.
“What… What’s going on?” He asked timidly. Applejack and Twilight shared a look before Twilight’s horn glowed. She pulled two chairs from the kitchen and deposited them next to one another. Then, with a brighter field of magic, she pulled her bed off of the balcony and set it on the open floor opposite the two chairs.
“Spike,” Twilight finished re-arranging the furniture with a grin. “How much do you know about sex?”
“WH-WHAT?!” Spike sputtered in disbelief, backing away towards the stairs and the relative safety of his own bedroom. “I-I-I don’t see how that’s imp-“
“Spike,” Applejack cut him off once more. “We’re tryin’ ta help you out here. Give Twilight a chance an’ answer the question.” Spike hovered on the cusp of dashing back upstairs (And possibly out of a window) and answering the question. His heart began to beat faster as he looked over the three ponies looking expectantly at him.
“I… I…” He felt his cheeks begin to heat up. With a resigned sigh, he gave in to them. “Quite a bit… I mean, I’ve never like, done anything… But I’ve read plenty, and I’ve seen… You know… Working with Fluttershy now and then… The animals…”
“Aah. I see.” Twilight chuckled and shared a quick look with Applejack once more. “Well, I think it’s time for a refresher. Go ahead, have a seat.” She gestured to one of the two chairs. “I think it’s about time you learned about pony sex.”
“Twilight, I don’t think-“
“Spike, this is as much for our benefit as it is ours.” Twilight cut him off this time, a serious look crossing her face just then. “We know next to nothing about dragons, how reproduction or stimulation works with your species. You’re quite literally the first and only dragon Equestria has had good relations with. While you might not be a typical dragon, you’re what we have… So we need to find some things out.” Twilight’s cheeks darkened as she looked him up and down. “You know… How the plumbing works, so to speak…”
“I… What?” Spike’s cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“Look,” Applejack cut in. “Twilight an’ the princesses know nothin’ about how dragons work. But Twilight’s been watchin’ you with our help for the past few years, watchin’ how you grow up an’ all that. But up ‘til now, we couldn’t really ask you how stuff like this works. So, now that yer old enough by our laws and whatnot, we can answer some questions. And maybe help answer some of yours as well.”
“Some of mine?” Spike shied away a little. “I don’t have any questions-“
“Ah don’ think so.” Big Mac interjected. “Ah’ve seen you watchin’ other ponies, Spike.” He stepped close enough to nudge Spike’s shoulder with a teasing grin. “Applebloom, Applejack…” He leaned in enough to whisper the next. “Rarity.”
Spike swallowed. Truthfully enough, he had some pretty strong feelings for ponies. Applejack and Rarity had a certain appeal to them, and Applebloom was growing up quicker than any filly had a right to. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, too. All around town, actually, Spike could recall watching ponies walking around, working, talking, laughing… He tried to suppress the stirring inside his stomach, but ultimately failed. Hanging his head, he slithered up onto one of the two chairs opposite the bed. Applejack took the other one, while Twilight and Big Mac flanked the bed.
“Right then.” Twilight smiled at them all. “We’re all here, and we know the deal. So there’s no reason for any of us to be shy about it. Spike, we know you’ve got some questions about how sex between two ponies works, and we’ve got some questions about how you might feel or react towards certain… Visual stimuli. So we’re going to ask some questions. Some very explicit questions.”
“Visual stimuli?” Spike asked fearfully. In response, Twilight and Big Mac just grinned at one another and mounted the bed. The way he and Applejack were sitting, they’d have full view of everything. Spike’s cheeks heated all the more and he squirmed on his chair. He suddenly knew why Twilight had pulled her bed downstairs, and what the ‘visual stimuli’ would be.
“Relax.” Applejack nudged him with her knee. “An’ watch.”
“I understand why I need to watch,” Spike blushed, glancing furtively at the farmpony. “But why are you here? Big Mac’s your brother…”
“Oh if only ya knew, Spike.” Applejack shook her head and shot a wink at Big Mac. “It won’t be no issue whether or not ah’m here. Will it, ‘big bro?’”
“Nnope.” Big Mac grinned at Applejack and nuzzled closer to Twilight. His lips disappeared somewhere between Twilight’s mane and her ear, and she began panting a little. Spike grumbled and fell into a resigned silence. Twilight, despite her panting, smiled at Spike.
“We’re going to give you a bit of a demonstration, Spike… And if you respond like any regular pony might, we could… Explore a little.”
“I get the feeling you three are trying to get me laid.” Spike whimpered.
“Well… I’d be lying if I said we weren’t.” Twilight admitted. “But, like we said, it’s as much for our benefit as it is yours… I want to… Aah… Observe how these things work… If they even work at all. Between a pony and a dragon, that is…”
“Hang on a sec.” Spike sat upright for a moment. “You’re telling me that if I watch you and Big Mac have sex, and I like it, I’m going to have sex with…”
“Me.” Applejack grinned at him. “Ah’m ‘bout the toughest pony in town, so it only makes sense ah’d be the first to step into… ‘Unknown territory.’”
“… And I can’t talk my way out of this, huh?”
“Well, you can.” Twilight chuckled, looping a foreleg around Big Mac’s neck. “But I don’t see why you’d want to…” She turned her head and captured Big Mac’s lips smoothly, moaning into a deep and tongue-filled kiss. Spike almost turned his head away and slunk off… But in the end, he didn’t. Instead, he watched as Twilight and Big Mac made out right in front of him.
’This is so wrong…’ Spike thought to himself. ’Twilight’s almost like my big sister… More than that, she’s effectively been my mother my whole life. I shouldn’t be watching this… I shouldn’t be here. With Applejack, no less. How can she be okay with all this? The way she made it sound, she and Big Mac do stuff on their own time… And if I wanted to, I could…’ He spared a sidelong glance at Applejack…
Who was staring intently at him. The blush intensified to all-new levels as he looked down at the floor, back at Twilight and Big Mac… Anywhere but her.
“Spike.” She drew his attention with a soft utterance. “Relax. Ah’m just watchin’ you to see iffen you… Ahem…”
“Emerge.” Twilight panted from the bed. “I… Hnn… Haven’t seen if Spike has a typical phallus like a stallion’s, so I asked Applejack to see if, when you get aroused, your penis emerges in any way.”
“I… Okay.” Spike resigned himself, his claws inadvertently covering his crotch. Of course he had a penis. How else would he use the bathroom? His didn’t look like anything he had ever seen before, though, so part of him was anxious about showing it to this unorthodox group. Still, watching Twilight kiss Big Mac, and knowing what Applejack had offered, he was finding it hard to resist the more… Primal urges inside of himself. He squirmed on the chair and watched as Twilight and Big Mac shifted.
Big Mac rolled onto his back, and Twilight smoothly followed him over. After a little re-adjusting, the two faced their tail-ends towards Spike and Applejack. Twilight’s long tail hung over her haunches and dangled as far as Big Mac’s crotch, effectively concealing their genitals from them both. Spike found himself peering through the strands of Twilight’s tail, trying to see her.
’Wait, no! Not Twilight! I don’t want to see her-‘
“Lookin’ good, Twilight.” Applejack chuckled from beside him. Spike’s gaze returned to the scene before them. Twilight had flicked her tail aside, finally revealing herself to them. Immediately, Spike felt his arousal come to a head, and it welled past his claws into the air.
“Woah. So that’s what it looks like…” Applejack breathed. Spike blushed, trying to cover his erection with his claws, but he couldn’t cover all of it. “C’mon, Spike. Get yer mitts offa it, let us see…”
“I… I…” Spike whimpered and clutched himself tighter, but the grip was only serving to send shudders of pleasure through his system. All the while, his eyes were fixated on what was before him. Twilight found a pause in kissing Big Mac to look back at him, her tail still flipped to the side. Meanwhile, Big Mac was looking between the gap underneath Twilight and above his own stomach. All three of them were watching him again, waiting to see his endowment.
Not because he wanted to, but more because he couldn’t keep it covered forever, Spike shyly pulled his claws away from his penis.
“Incredible.” Twilight panted. Applejack nodded her approval. Even Big Mac smiled at him.
Spike’s penis differed from a normal stallion’s in that it lacked a typical flare or glans. The crotch of his scales peeled apart to open a fleshy little hole where his penis normally retreated to when he wasn’t aroused or urinating. Now, though, the base of his penis was sheathed by scales, while the shaft protruded quite a bit into the air. Spike had grown to be roughly the size of a pony, just a little larger than Applejack, but smaller than Big Macintosh. As far as scale went, things could feasibly work between him and a regular pony.
Upon first catching sight of Big Mac’s stallionhood, he realized he wasn’t even that large. There was a very obvious reason he was called ‘Big’ Macintosh. The kissing and the sudden revelation – to say nothing of the slightly erotic air to the whole proceeding – was taking its own effect on the stallion. His cock had emerged from the sheath on the underside of his belly and now lay on his own stomach, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The veritable pillar of flesh was as thick around as Applejack’s foreleg and about three quarters as long. Halfway down, a ring of solid-looking muscle (or was it cartilage?) encircled his shaft, and past that his cock descended all the way to the slit in his sheath.
Twilight, on the opposite end of the spectrum, appeared to have a very petite and delicate marehood. Her soft pink lips were slightly flared, and glistened in the soft, muted light of the library. She was enjoying the whole situation immensely, as Spike watched a long, thin strand of liquid dribble from her lips and onto Big Mac’s shaft. A quick glance to the side revealed Applejack, her legs spread wide, enjoying herself as well.
There were no more secrets among them. They had seen one another. No turning back. No getting out. Spike was in it now. And soon enough, he’d be in Applejack. But first, Twilight and Big Mac had to show him the ropes. As much as Spike had seen other animals go at it, or read about anatomy in one of Twilight’s books, he had never seen any two creatures go at it like Twilight and Big Mac were positioned just then. Curiously, he dropped his claws to the side and waited.
“Here we go. You ready, Big Mac?”
“Eeyup.”
“Watch us, Spike.” Twilight panted, her cheeks flushed. “Learn how ponies… Have… Sex… UHN!” Twilight’s horn glowed, gripping Big Mac’s cock in her violet power. His shaft turned upwards, pointing straight at Twilight’s crotch. Twilight lowered herself, pressing his flared head against her damp lips, going lower, and lower… Impossibly low.
“That’s… Gotta hurt…” Spike breathed, watching as Big Mac’s head disappeared between Twilight’s glistening labia.
“Yeh get used to it.” Applejack panted breathlessly. Spike glanced at her once more, and watched her hooves disappear between her thighs. She was touching herself to Twilight and Big Mac, and from the flush of her cheeks and the wet noises Spike could hear, she was enjoying it.
“Fuck it.” Spike sighed, gingerly wrapping a claw around his own endowment.
“That’s the spirit, Spike.” Twilight panted, settling into a rhythm atop Big Mac now. “No reason you can’t enjoy this as much as – ahn! We are…” Still blushing, Twilight continued to bob her hips up and down, her tail swaying back and forth. Spike could see her arousal coating Big Mac’s cock, covering him with a thin layer of glistening, musky-smelling fluid. Or maybe it was Applejack that smelled like that? Whatever it was, Spike rather liked it. His claw began to move slowly, sending even more pleasure through his system.
“Aah…” He groaned, leaning back in the chair. His claw picked up the pace, even as a bit of steamy pre emerged from the tip of his penis.
“Somethin’ smells good…” Applejack moaned, sniffing the air. Spike blushed and paused for a moment, wondering if he should stop. Applejack glanced at him, noticing the steam rising from his tip. “Is that what yer pre-cum smells like, Spike?” She asked with a devious grin. “Ah bet it tastes amazing.”
“Hnn… Taste can be a good indication of… Aah… Dietary impacts on… Ooh, that’s good… On sperm production…” Twilight panted, settling into a faster rhythm. “Tell me what it tastes like, Applejack…”
“You heard the princess.” Applejack slipped off of her chair, walking in front of Spike before he could do anything to stop her. “Let’s see whatchyer workin’ with, Spike.” She grinned up at him once more before leaning in.
“H-hey! Easy, it’s hot- oh!” Applejack boldly licked the tip of his cock, moaning with the sudden and easy motion. Spike flexed inadvertently, giving her a little more to taste. She rolled the steamy liquid around her tongue to cool it, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Tha’s incredible…” She swallowed with an audible gulp, her lips spread in a warm smile. “It tastes like peppers, but it ain’t got no spice to it. C’mere, Spike. Gimme more.” Applejack effortlessly batted his claw aside, stepping forward with an open mouth.
“A-Applejack! Hey! WOAH!” Spike rocked back in his chair as a blast of pleasure shot through him. His back arched, craning his neck so he stared straight up at the ceiling. Applejack’s mouth was warm and slippery, even wetter than the time he had used the bottle of lubrication Twilight kept in her own bathroom to masturbate. That had been a slippery experience and yielded a rather fun orgasm, but this…
This was something else. Applejack made noises from her throat as she endeavored to take as much of him as possible, all but gagging herself on his tapered dick.
“Th-that’s incredible!”
“Subject responds to f-fellatio positively, OH!” Twilight had spun around on Big Mac so she could watch them, all the while riding the poor stallion as fast and hard as she could. Her wings flared into the air, and she was panting audibly with each motion of her hips. “Demonstrates emission of pre-cum in response to typical stallion-like arousal. OH BY THE STARS YES!” Twilight arched her back, coming to a sudden, screeching halt. Spike watched, utterly transfixed, as she gushed a miniature waterfall of liquid out of her vagina. Big Mac’s cock looked not unlike the fountain in town square as Twilight soaked him and the sheets beneath his hips with her emission.
“Did y’all just cum?” Applejack released Spike’s penis with a spray of saliva, wiping her lips with the back of her hoof. The air of the library cooled her spit rapidly, further adding to the alien sensations Spike felt.
“Y-yeah…” Twilight panted, still straddling Big Mac’s cock. “I… It’s really hot watching you… Two… Do that…” She grinned at Applejack, her hips shifting just a bit. She didn’t look like she was done yet. Some small part of Spike was glad for that.
“Ah knew you like learnin’ and stuff, but… Holy fuck, Twilight.” Applejack turned her head to the side so Twilight could watch her drag long, slow licks along Spike’s dick. “Ah didn’t-“ *Lick* “Know y’all-“ *Slurp* “Got off on it…” *Drool*
“Keep going.” Spike panted, practically writing in his chair. He was really close.
“Aah, aah… Not yet, mister.” Applejack pulled away with another grin. “Y’all gotta do it so Twilight can see ya. An’ besides,” She swung around, leaning over the edge of the bed to drag her tongue along Big Mac’s cock. She moaned at the taste of her brother and Twilight, licking her lips pointedly. “Twilight ain’t done ‘observing’ yet.”
“Do it, Spike.” Twilight began moving again, sliding more and more of Big Mac’s cock into her, down to the flare halfway down his shaft. “Fuck Applejack. Show her what it’s like when a dragon cums. Show me what it’s like.”
“I… O-okay…” Spike moved to get up, then paused. “I, uuh… Where?”
“Right here, big guy.” Applejack planted her forehooves on the sheets of Twilight’s bed and thrust her ass out, flicking her tail up and over her back. Her exposed marehood glistened just like Twilight’s, and the musky smell of her arousal washed over him. “Fuck me right where Twilight an’ my brother cin see… And don’ you dare hold back none.” She winked at him, and Spike had to obey his hunger. Swallowing, he slipped off of the chair, his claws clacking into the wooden floor. Applejack swayed her hips seductively, urging him on.
“O-okay… Here goes…” He grasped his cock and rubbed the pointed tip against Applejack’s spread lips, feeling her spit and feminine arousal mingle together into a slippery solution. Shuddering softly, he poked and prodded until he found the entrance. Applejack moaned her approval, looking back at him lustily.
“Do it, Spike.”
“Fuck her.”
“Eeyup.”
And then he was in.
“F-fahk!” Applejack panted, her eyes clenching shut. Spike paused, his claws on the frame of the bed, panic rising in his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” He panted, praying he hadn’t.
“N-no, it’s jes’… Really hot! Like, really good hot! Keep going!”
Twilight was muttering as she rode Big Mac, her marehood gushing even more liquid as she watched Spike lose his virginity. Applejack leaned forward to chomp on the blanket, keeping herself from crying out. But she still moaned from her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head now and then.
Spike, meanwhile, let his inner beast go. Panting hot, steaming breath into Applejack’s mane, he began thrusting, gliding into her dripping hole with remarkable ease. She flexed and pulsed around him, urging him on, taking him all the way to the base. She was warm against him, an admirable feat since Spike apparently radiated some heat himself. But Applejack only urged him on with thin whimpers and full-bodied moans of approval. Panting harder, Spike’s long tongue spilled out of his mouth, wrapping partially around Applejack’s neck. He licked her sloppily, enjoying the silken feel of her coat under his tongue, the hotness of his saliva steaming into the room around them.
“Let me feel it, Spike.” Twilight grasped his face in her hooves, pulling his tongue away from Applejack. As lost in the moment as he was, he couldn’t deny her. Twilight pulled his steaming tongue into her mouth, sucking on the thick, muscular cord with an eager, hot sort of passion. The new sensation, arguably the first anypony had ever felt, made her cum twice in a row. The sheets were soaked, and some of it even sprayed onto Applejack’s face. She licked what she could, moaning underneath the ministrations of two eager bodies. Twilight, riding Big Macintosh long and hard, and Spike, fucking her from behind.
It happened in a flash. Spike grunted as he drove himself all the way inside Applejack, and Big Mac pulled Twilight down to his sheath. Twilight released his tongue with a full-bodied scream of pleasure, and even Applejack squeezed him tight. All four of them came simultaneously, the room heating up to sauna-like temperatures. Spike unloaded his sperm deep into Applejack’s womb, pumping strand after strand of steamy liquid into her. He could see Big Mac’s release oozing out of Twilight, dribbling down his own shaft to join the ever-increasing damp spot beneath his hips as well.
Spike collapsed back into the chair, pulling a small bit of his own cum with him. As blood fled his cock, steaming spunk trickled down Applejack’s thighs, some of it dripping onto the wooden floor. Applejack lay slumped over the edge of the bed, drooling into the soiled sheets. Twilight had fallen backwards, laying on top of a panting Big Mac.
The room smelled like peppers, sex, and sweat. Some small part of Spike was disgusted with what he had just done.
But the larger, hungrier part of him wanted to do it again sometime.
Not just then.
He needed a drink and a bath just then.
And Twilight would most definitely need him to take notes.
