In the midst of a rare heat wave, a disgruntled Spike makes his way to the local watering hole in an effort to cool off, and chill out. He's surprised to find Applejack there as well with a similar idea. While reluctant to accept her company at first, venting some of his troubles to her yields a surprising amount of philosophical wisdom from the farmer. While she's stimulating his mind, his body finds itself stimulated by her smoking hot body barely held back by her bikini.
Very late birthday present for Steel Quill, who's been a great help to me over the past year and a half-ish with proofreading, brainstorming and generally being someone fun to talk to. This idea came to me when I was reminded of a conversation we had when I asked him who he'd ship his main squeeze Applejack with. Spapplejack isn't a ship I commonly endorse, but I had a lot of fun making it happen here.
Cover image used with permission by the-unicorn-lord
Spike is 18, I guess.