The First Time
Applejack was nervous, more so than she had ever been before in her life. Granted, today was a big day, a rather special day for her, but nonetheless, she felt like her heart was about to beat out of her ample chest, or maybe jump right out of her throat.
Not six months ago, she had been asked out on a date for the very first time. A date! Her! She had thought she’d never be courted by anyone, seeing as her big brother scared off pretty much anyone that came over, but lo and behold, Spike, of all people, had asked her out on a date. Young Spike, adoptive brother of her friend Twilight Sparkle, and for the longest time, just a friend. But now... things were different: he'd grown up.
When asked why he'd asked her out, he said he’d noticed she was lonely whenever they got together with their friends, and wanted to see if he could cheer her up. Many of their friends had dates seemingly all the time, so such an observation made sense to her.
Countless dates later, and a lot of bonding had now shown the pair of them that, indeed, they had been rather lonely before they got together. Their friends had been very supportive, especially Twilight, who had seen fit to encourage Spike to be the best he could in all that he could. She had been supportive of his questions, had given him the necessary books on the matter, and had even helped him understand his dragonkin heritage and how it affected who he was. She really was like a big sister to him, and he was so glad for it.
Still, that hadn’t meant there weren’t problems. The two of them could not be together as often as Applejack liked, seeing as their schedules often either conflicted or just overlapped far too frequently for them to really hang out. That, and they often couldn't get time alone, what with one of their friends or one of Applejack's family tagging along half the time. So, after a long spring, it was the finally Equestria’s independence day, and Applejack had something special planned for the evening.
That was, if she could keep herself focused on the task at hand; the little bit of alcohol in her system was making it a tad difficult to focus. Then again, he had some in him as well, so that might have explained a few things too.
Here she and Spike sat, out by themselves, at the top of a grassy hill overlooking Ponyville. The stars shown bright as the soft summer breeze gently fluttered the flaps of their tent behind them. The two had gone camping before, but never alone like this, and the sight of fireworks going off in the distance really helped to set the mood for the pair.
Yet, as always, when it comes to new things, the two of them were not quite... prepared.
“I toldja Spike, it ain’t that hard to take ‘em off,” the farmer said as she felt his finger fumble against her back.
“Yeah, well, I don’t have any experience in it, unlike you,” he replied, the clasps to her bra seemingly welded into place. “Hard for this night to be romantic if it’s this difficult.”
“Good things come ta those who wait,” Applejack said, her own hands moving up to help his, and in an instant, the offending article of clothing was gone. “See? No problem.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” Spike muttered, coming back around and crouching down for a kiss. Thankfully, he was really good at that, but then again, they had practiced that part quite a bit. Yet, even as their lips pecked at one another’s, the farmer could not help but feel a bit bashful about this whole ordeal. She had been the one to come up with the idea: sex, between the two of them, was an entirely unknown aspect of their relationship. Applejack was downright terrified she’d be bad at it: he, even more so.
“Spike,” she said, pulling him close for a moment so he couldn’t see her bare breasts. “I... I don’t know, this seems kinda...”
“Amazing?” Spike asked. He had dreamt of something like this happening for a while now, but had always been too scared to encourage it. That, and he wanted it to be of her own volition, or preferably, her own idea.
“No, just... why do we gotta be naked? Wouldn’t it be easier ta just, ya know, slide yer pants down a bit, as well as mine, and just... go from there?”
“Jackie,” he cooed, sending a small shiver up her spine at his cool tone. “You have amazing breasts. Why do you insist on hiding them all the time? I haven’t seen you wear anything less than at least two shirts, even on a hot day.”
“Well, shucks, I just guess I never thought someone would want ta look at ‘em,” she replied. “Other than maybe you, of course.” The real reason was because her brother would probably pile-drive anyone else if he caught them staring at her chest. He was very protective of her, and she loved him for that, but for God's sake, he could be an ass sometimes.
“Well, to all those fools who thought like that, I pity them right now,” Spike said, her fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on.”
Indeed they didn’t: whilst a farmer through and through, and thus far more muscled than her friends due to her constantly physical lifestyle, Applejack’s chest was truly a sight to behold. Perky, larger than most but perfectly proportioned to her toned torso, and with the natural teardrop swell leading down to a pair of rather puffy nipples, Spike would have had to say her breasts were perfect in his eyes, and as he knew, to her, that was all that mattered.
“Shucks Spike, you’ll make me blush,” Applejack muttered, tugging his shirt off and tossing it behind them on the cool grass. Underneath, their soft beach blanket was slightly damp from the wet grass, but it didn’t matter to the two of them. “Now, about yer shorts...”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“I’d reckon’ that tent they’re pitchin’ might be a bit bigger than our sleepin’ tent,” she muttered, trying to make her tone sound sexy, but ultimately failing and instead sounding a tad distracted.
“Only happens around you, love,” he said softly, knowing full well that was usually the case these days. Then again, mornings saw more than their fair share of “spontaneous erections”, though Twilight had told him that that was entirely natural, and that he needn’t worry about it.
Unbuttoning his shorts, Applejack eased them down as their bodies pressed against one another, the sticky heat of their sweaty forms a stark contrast to the cool breeze that flowed over them. Suddenly pulled free from its confinement of his boxers, Spike felt his manhood hit the warm air, sending a shiver through him.
Applejack felt it slap against her lightly, glancing down in surprise and slight trepidation. Scooting back slightly, she eased her own shorts off, quickly followed by her underwear, which bore a slight resemblance to Spike’s own. She was never one for frilly or lacey undergarments, at least, not if there was some prospect of working.
There, the both of them were naked, and now they could truly get a good look at one another, in their most vulnerable states.
Applejack, with her muscular thighs, toughened by years of hard labor and working on the family farm; toned arms, washboard stomach, and clearly visible tan lines.
Spike, his slightly pale body just leaving puberty, the baby fat long ago replaced by lean, lithe muscles of his own, many of which were gained helping his friends with chores.
Applejack, her long braided hair trailing down from her Stetson hat over her shoulder and nestled amidst the valley of her large breasts, the nipples already pointed with apparent anticipation.
Spike, his own hair tussled as always, short and cropped, coming to a stop slightly above his eyebrows, the toothy grin he sported matched by the joviality in his green eyes.
It really was something for either of them to behold; the other, in all their naked glory, just for them to see.
“So... now what?” Spike asked. “Do you want me to... you know... go ahead?”
“I think that’d be best,” Applejack said as she slowly lay back, brushing her long braided hair out of the way. “Just... not too fast, okay?”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” Spike said, crawling forward and over the top of her. From his angle, with her ponytail laying outwards and the blanket underneath her Amazonian body like a canvas, she really did look beautiful, even more than she usually did. It made his heart almost ache, to not only see something so gorgeous, but to be with her. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world right then and there.
As the farmer watched her soon-to-be lover line himself up, she gently pressed a hand to his chest. “Not... not just yet,” she muttered, a slight blush gracing her features. “I wanna make it... special.”
“But... isn’t it? I mean, won’t it will be special?” he replied, confused. Was she having second thoughts?
“No, I mean... I don’t want it over too soon,” Applejack muttered, feeling flushed and flustered. “I wanna remember this night. That's why I didn't have us drink too much."
Spike was silent for a moment. “Applejack, I know… I know guys don’t last long on their first try, and believe me, I want to last as long as I can, but I…”
“I know, Spike, I know,” she whispered, sensing a slip in his determination. She needed him full of confidence right now, not self-doubt. “I just… I wanna take it slow, okay? Not real hard, and not real fast. I… I don’t know how much of it I can take.” He wasn't as big as some of the guys she had seen in her daddy's old "secret movie" collection, nor were her own breasts as big as those of the women in those, but... seriously, Spike was packin', all right.
“Okay,” he replied, pressing himself against her slit. God, he was so worried, he had no idea what it would feel like to either of them, and the pressure to do good literally felt like it was going to kill him.
There were worse ways to go than sharing your first sexual experience with your beautiful, perfect, amazingly sexy girlfriend.
Applejack gasped at the feeling of him sliding in. It was… strange, like there was an itch, and it was growing the further he pushed in, the more it did. Yet, it didn’t feel bad, just odd. It felt natural, though, sort of like going to the bathroom, yet unable to, and it felt... good. Was that weird? She thought it weird to think of it like that.
She looked up at Spike, whose concentration was palpable on his face, as if he were trying to defuse a large bomb with nothing more than a penknife and a piece of string. Then again, if he wasn’t careful, something indeed might explode. Still, sweat was already beginning to form on his brow.
Then, suddenly, she felt him stop, his flared head pushing against her back walls. “That… that all of it?” she asked, half choking out the words. She wanted to make it sound like a sexy challenge, but it came out as more of a surprised, sexy moment of disbelief. He was just so deep, but he wasn’t moving… why wasn’t he moving, damnit? Her body wanted him to move, to make it feel better. She needed him to move now!
“I… I think so,” Spike replied with a wheeze. He looked down: yep, almost right to the base. “God Jackie, you’re so…”
“Tight?”
“No, not tight, just… warm. It’s so warm, and slippery…”
“How ain’t I tight?” She was confused. She had heard other women say it always hurt the first time, that there’d be blood, and the feeling of being ripped apart, but this… it wasn’t anything like that.
“No idea, gotta move, you’re killing me,” he croaked, pulling backwards slightly, before pushing back in.
"Seriously, how ain't I tight?" She had always assumed that it hurt because she wouldn't be ready, or that, being unused, it couldn't be loose or anything. She knew that sounded stupid, but hell, what did she know of actual sex?
"Your body wants me?" Spike thought it sounded corny as hell as soon as he had said it.
He was right: by God, he was right. "Sure as hell it does, keep movin'!" She resisted the urge to wrap her legs around his backside, for fear of crushing him in an attempt to make him move more often. With how strong those long thighs were... maybe that thought wasn't unfounded.
"But... there's no blood." He was so confused right now, his brain trying to remain functional while somehow more blood rushed to his throbbing cock, partly from how good it felt and also because of how sexy she sounded. Well, she always did, but now... damn, she wanted him bad.
"Broke my hymen years ago ridin' horses. Lotta girls in my profession do that. Now try and ride me, but not too hard, I ain't delicate but I ain't no plow-horse either." She'd have to try and get him to attempt other positions, maybe from behind next time.
He pushed as deep as he could go, the thought of riding his girlfriend like a thoroughbred extremely erotic. Of emptying himself into her, his potent seed spilling inside her willing, wanting vessel...
It made his balls tingle.
Applejack let out a decidedly unladylike moan, but then again, she never was much of a lady. Now, though, she was a woman. “Just… keep doin’ that,” she muttered, one of her hands gripping the grass alongside them.
“Moving?”
“No,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss even as his hips continued to slowly pump her body to greater and greater heights of ecstasy. “Lovin’ me.”
Even as they kissed, he smiled. God, he loved her so much, and here, under the summer night sky, he was proving that to her. "I love you too, Applejack."
Too bad the rebellion his body was feeling came around to bite him in the ass, as did his inexperience. With one final deep push, he buried himself fully within her, and let loose, his manhood softening almost immediately within her.
She stopped the second she felt the warmth seep within her, and there was a lot of it. “Did… didja just…”
“Yeah,” Spike muttered, out of breath. He felt like he had just run from Canterlot to Ponyville and back. “You?”
The silence was almost deafening for a few moments. “…no, I didn’t.” She sounded more surprised than he would have expected.
An immediate look of worry and sorry crossed over his formerly-jovial face. “Applejack, I’m sorry, it was my first time, and I just… I just couldn’t hold it back.” He had ruined it, ruined this special night by finishing too early. Son of a bitch, he was such a loser…
“I know, I know,” she said, pulling him down and cradling him close, in a comforting embrace. Her body still hummed, still stood atop some precipice of pleasure, but she could not go over it, not alone. “It’s okay Spike, it’s just fine.”
“No, no it’s not fine,” he said. “This was supposed to be a special night, and I just… I ruined it!”
“Um…” the farmer said as she clenched her inside, feeling something stiffening inside her. “Spike, are… are y’all getting’ hard again?”
“I… I think so,” he said. “Twilight did warn me about my refractory period being really short.”
“Refractory wha? I thought only girls got them?” It felt so good to feel him swell inside, it was so bizarre and strangely erotic...
“No, no, it’s… it’s how long it takes for me to be… “able” again,” Spike said. “Dragon-kin background, she said. It comes back quick every time, and that… I should be able to last longer every time. But I don’t know…”
Her innards, all of them, clenched against her will at that. “Sounds good ta me,” Applejack said, and suddenly, she pushed him off and out of her, sending his naked ass backwards onto the blanket. Even as he cried out in surprise, she was already on top of him, sliding that hardening rod back inside her depths with a delighted squeal and grunt.
“Jackie, what-,” the young man began before being silenced by a kiss. This wasn't a kiss of love like before. Well, it was, but there was an undercurrent of primal, animalistic passion that made him swell all the faster. He'd never had a kiss like that from her before.
“Sug, you’re ready ta go again, and likely more than just that, and let me tell ya, I ain’t lettin’ up on you tonight till either I drop from exhaustion, too many orgasms, or your cock gives out,” the farmer said with a strangely scary, very hungry look in her eyes. “Now, get ready Spike, cause yer about to have your own little private rodeo. Let me show ya why they call me a champion cowgirl…”
It would prove to be a long, long night for the both of them.
Author's Note
Well? Prequel aside, I liked writing this. I always imagined Spike or Applejack being clumsy and/or confused during their first sexual encounter.
