Hot, But Not Bothered

by Cloperella

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Applejack
Length: 13650

When the temperature rises, so does tension. Seeking some time to cool off in the local pond, Spike encounters a surprise appearance from Applejack. The two find themselves in a hot situation as they talk about life and hidden desires.

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.

Published 2016-01-10 05:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-10 05:50:02 UTC

Hot, But Not Bothered

It’s rare that Equestria ever experiences a heatwave. Princess Celestia does her best to hold back the heat of the sun throughout the years, yielding a comfortable and pleasant warmth even during the summer when it’s at it’s hottest. However, that stored up energy can only be held back for so long before the sun reaches a danger of overflowing. In order to keep it from rising to hazardous levels, the princess has to release the stored up energy all at once every few years, causing a sharp rise in temperature throughout the land. Whenever such a time occurs, she addresses the nation with a warning, along with the order for citizens to stay well-hydrated and use sunblock at all time when outdoors.

On this, one of the rare days in years when the sun’s heat was at such a dangerous level, there was one citizen in Ponyville who had no need for such protection from the sun’s harmful rays. A dragon in his teens, Spike’s iris scales made him impervious even to the heat of boiling lava. Even with his protective scales though, he still found the extra heat a little high for his taste.

In an effort to cool down, Spike (eighteen years old, the legal age of consent in Equestria) decided to pay a visit to the Ponyville watering hole, a quiet little pond surrounded by grassy plains and trees with thick, healthy trunks. Adorned in an blue opened button-down shirt and green swimming trunks, a backpack hanging onto his shoulder, Spike stood atop a grassy hill and looked over the reflective surface of the water below.

He’d visited the place a number of times in the past with Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship in Ponyville, whom he served as her assistant for upkeep of the castle. The two had enjoyed swimming and splashing about with one another, along with their five best friends. Right now however, Spike wanted to be as far away from the castle as possible, as well as the princess who presided over it.

Spike threw off his outer shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head, tossing it towards the tree behind him. He unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall past the sheath between his legs, down to his feet and stepped out of his flip-flops. Stark naked at the moment, Spike crouched down and unzipped his backpack, pulling out and stepping into a pair of green swimming trunks. With his swimwear tied securely around his waist, he took a few steps back and crouched down to the ground, gearing himself up for the forthcoming stunt.

He sprung from his stance and bounded toward the edge of the hill. He lept off, high into the open air, his knees tucked into his chest and his claws around his legs. As he soared through the air, he closed his eyes and held his breath as he approached the water. All at once, his body shattered the surface of the water, and a mighty splash rang out. The coolness of the water met Spike’s body with a startling rush. A few seconds passed, and he welcomed its soothing chill. It was just the remedy he needed to combat the heat, among some other frustrations the day had brought.

Spike moved his arms and legs to propel himself upwards, back to the surface. His head pierced through the water, followed by a gasp of air. He’d been hesitant about leaving the Friendship Castle all at once to come here, but any reservations he’d carried had splashed away once he’d jumped in the water. It was such an enjoyable rush, he figured it might be worth trying again. He paddled toward the edge of the pond, water still dripping past his eyes and obstructing his vision.

Reaching the edge of the pond, Spike reached a claw out toward the grassy plain. His face scrunched up in confusion when his palm touched something that didn’t feel at all like grass. Giving it a squeeze, it felt soft, furry and fleshy even. Spike wondered what on Earth kind of grass could have felt like this? As the gears in his mind turned, his ears detected an amused chuckle from nearby. His nerves rose a bit, realizing that he wasn’t alone. Now that the water from his eyes had dripped away, Spike opened them up and looked forward.

Looking down at him, he was met with a bright orange freckled face with a mischievous grin. It was Applejack, the proprietor of Sweet Apple Acres, and one of he and Twilight’s five best friends in Ponyville. Looking down, he realized that what he’d grabbed, and was still holding onto, was the meaty substance of Applejack’s toned and muscular apple-bucking thighs.

“Aaaagh!” Spike screamed, relinquishing her thigh as he flew back a foot in the water.

“Heh, whatcha scared of?” Applejack teased, delighting in his frightened antics.

Spike fought to regain his balance in the water, and gazed forward again, taking in the sight of Applejack on the edge of the pond. Her shining blonde ponytail was draped over the front of her white tank top. Underneath her top, Spike was given full access to her flat stomach and chiseled abs. The mare wore the skinniest of string-tied bikinis, the same shade of red as her apple cutie marks along her flanks. The article was so skinny, Spike’s mind boggled as to how it remained in place. Even the slightest movement looked as if it could have exposed her privates to him.

Looking over Applejack in such scant of clothing, Spike felt his face grow rapidly warm, the water it was half submerged in doing little to cool it down. His entire body grew rigid as his eyes darted from her chest to her underwear, then to her abs, before returning promptly to the front of her bikini.

“Geez Spike, you alright there? You’re gonna get the pond all bloody like that.”

“Hbluh?” Spike’s mouth burbled through the water, and he sniffed through his nose. Feeling it run, he looked down to see a puddle of red had accumulated underneath him, still pouring fresh from his nose. Spike embarrassedly splashed some water over his face, as Applejack guffawed to herself. “What are you doing here?” the dragon asked, wiping his nose dripping with a mix of water and blood.

“What do ya think I’m doing?” Applejack asked, rolling off the band at the end of her ponytail. “I came here to cool off from the heat. Hope that’s okay with ya.” Applejack’s feet swished around in the water playfully as she spoke to him. “Unless, ya already laid claim, and wanna keep it for yourself?”

Spike huffed in frustration. The watering hole in Ponyville was something of a secret spot between he and the six mares closest to him. It was true, he was a little miffed that somepony was intruding on what he’d hoped to be some time alone for himself. He was hardly in the mood to put on a guise of friendliness for somepony else’s sake.

A disappointed grimace formed on Applejack’s face as she observed his diapproving expression. “Alright, fine. Be a grumpy gus.” She said dishearteningly, pulling her feet out of the water and drying them against the grass. “I’ll go play in the hose or something.”

Thinking it over, Spike realized how selfish and bratty it sounded to deject a good friend of his when she’d had the same idea as he. He may not have been in a great mood at the moment, but he knew he would just feel worse if he pushed her away. Spike stared forward at Applejack as she bent over to gather up her clothes, a pair of jean shorts and a red blouse underneath her stetson hat. A cheeky grin appeared on his face as he formed an idea.

“Yeah, that’s right: this is MY spot.” Spike said to her, feigning arrogance. Applejack turned back to look at him, with a hint of confusion on her face.“This here’s a dragon only spot, no ponies allowed.”

Applejack’s mouth hung open in mock offense, catching onto his act. “That how it is, huh? Guess I’m gonna have to fight ya for it.”

“Bring it on, farmpony!”

Dropping the pants in her hands, Applejack took a mighty leap off the end of the pond and splashed through the surface, shrapnels of water hitting Spike across the face. She rose her head through the water. Her long blonde mane was soaked all the way through, the bright strands splayed out in all direction around her neck. Applejack rose her hands to her shoulders, and with a mighty shove, pushed a wave of water forward. The force rained down across Spike’s head, and he turned away to avoid the brunt of the blast.

“Alright, you’re asking for it!” Spike exclaimed, pushing his claws against the water to initiate some retaliating fire. The air between the dragon and mare was filled with the sound of deep splashes slapping against each others bodies, as well as their carefree laughter at some lighthearted competition.

After several seconds, Spike felt the onslaught across his face let up. This was his chance. Keeping his eyes closed, he began to push at a faster rate, taking advantage of the farmer’s lull in offense.

“That all you got, AJ!?” Spike shouted as he continued an unrelenting flurry of splashes. After a moment, he let up his attack, only to see that there was no sight of the orange mare receiving his offense. “Uh… AJ? Where’d you-?”

His answer came too late, in the form of a splash ringing out behind him. Before he could turn around, a strong pair of hands landed on his head and pushed him underneath the water. Spike struggled underneath their force for only a few seconds, before he thought to sink a bit lower, and escape their hold. He returned to the surface, sucking at the air in desperation, before staring daggers at the laughing mare in front of him.

Spike lunged forward in an attempt to push her down in return. The mare was quick to intercept him, and grabbed his wrists before they could touch her. The two struggled for power against one another, both wearing and endearing grin as they tried to exert their indomitable spirit to the other. Spike managed to yank his wrists free and brought them down in an effort to grab her shoulders and push her under the water.

His aim was more than a little off. Spike’s claws moved down past her shoulders, and onto her chest. His palms were met with the feel of Applejack’s juicy breasts. Losing his balance, he instinctively squeezed them tight in a vain effort to support himself.

Underneath the water, a look of surprise was apparent on Applejack’s face. She looked down at her breasts, still held tightly by Spike. She looked up at the dragon holding onto them, who stared at his grip in a state of shock. His eyes looked up to meet hers, and their locked gaze brought him back to reality. He immediately relinquished them and swam back to the surface in a hurry.

“Whoa, man- that is NOT what I meant to do!” Spike stammered nervously, after Applejack’s head breached the surface as well.

“Heh, careful there Romeo.” Applejack said, not even the slightest hint of offense in her voice. “I’m already wet enough as it is going for a swim.”

“Ha ha, yeah, wet.” Spike chuckled in relief that she wasn’t mad at him. Spike’s smile faded and his eyes widened as his mind worked to connect the dots of what Applejack had just said. “Wait… what?” Spike asked, only to see the farmer swimming away from him and back towards the edge of the pond.

Applejack pushed against the grass and lifted herself out of the water. Spike watched the ample flesh of her orange buttocks breach the surface, water dripping rapidly down her thighs. Once her feet were firmly on the ground, she reached for her ponytail and gave it a squeeze, wrenching the excess water from its strands. She looked over her shoulder at Spike, his eyes still glued to her buttocks, and shot a playful smirk toward him.

“You gonna stay in there for a while?” She asked, snapping him from his trance.

Spike had planned to swim a little bit longer, but thought it might be awkward to ignore Applejack now that she was here. He swam toward the edge of the pond as Applejack stepped away, and pulled himself up as well. He tilted his head to the side in an effort to dislodge some of the water that had found its way inside his ears, a puddle forming around his feet from what dripped off of his toned arms and biceps. He made his way back towards the tree, where his backpack was, and pulled out one of the towels.

“Ya wouldn’t happen to have an extra one in there, would ya?” Applejack asked, just as he pulled out a red one for himself. Spike turned to face her, only to be met with the front of Applejack’s soaking wet tanktop. Its white color had been drenched all the way through, making her orange breasts readily visible. Large as softballs, they were impressively perky, her nipples standing upright on end as well.

Spike felt his face flush once again. He tilted his gaze upward, to see Applejack looking at him with a daunting smirk. Turning his face away from her, Spike thrust the towel toward her in a huff. Applejack chuckled as she took the towel from him.

“Whatcha being so modest for?” she asked as she pat her face dry. “Ya never once seen Twilight in her underwear or nothing all the years ya lived with her?”

“Not really.” Spike replied, reaching down to fetch his spare green towel. “She’s kind of a prude. She won’t even use the bathroom unless I’m clear on the other side of the house.”

“Geez. Sure are an innocent little dragon, ain’tcha?” she remarked, before rubbing the towel around her mane.

“Innocent? More like repressed.”

“Aw, come on sugarcube, don’t be so glum.” Applejack chided, as she rubbed her head and chest of the wetness clinging to her. Laying her towel against the grass, she sat down against the tree similar to Spike. “Days as hot as this, it don’t pay to be all huffy. Heat’s just gonna get to ya faster that way, you know?” Spike snorted frustratingly, drying himself off and sitting on his towel with his back against the tree, resting his chin on his knuckles. “Alright, spill it: what’s eatin ya?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Spike said, keeping his eyes away from her.

“Come on sugarcube, don’t keep it to yourself.” Applejack insisted. Spike remained silent, his shoulders growing more tense with the resolve to keep his shields up. “Look, I know ya wanted to be by yourself for a while; I was kinda looking for that too to be honest.” Spike looked back at the mare, catching sight of her see-through top once again, before forcing his gaze up toward her face. “I’m just trying to help, Spike. If ya really don’t wanna talk, I won’t push it, but if you do, I’ll listen. I don’t want you to feel helpless if something’s bothering ya.” She assured him, turning over on her side to face him fully.

Looking into her bright green eyes, Spike felt touched by the wistful honesty that the mare was esteemed for. Though the two hardly spent much time together, he felt at the moment that he could confide in her in a way that he couldn’t confide in others all too often. Spike decided to take his chances, and see if the mare could help him bear the weight of his burdens for a moment.

“It’s hard to put it in a way that makes sense.” Spike said, still a bit apprehensive about voicing his thoughts to her. “This is gonna sound weird, but lately I’ve just been realizing that my whole existence kind of feels...”

“Like what?”

“I mean… well, just feel kind of feel like I’m insignificant. I mean, the whole reason I was born was because Twilight needed to pass a test for Princess Celestia, right?” Applejack nodded, keeping silent until he finished his thoughts. “So, I spend the first few years of my life being taken care of by Celestia, and once I’m old enough to think for myself, she has me working as Twilight’s errand boy, fetching her books, keeping her study space clean, all that stuff. Then we move here, she makes friends with you and the others, and I do too by default. She’s the only reason I’m even here right now.”

Spike felt his chest tighten as his mind dwelled on his troubles, the gears turning rapidly as he considered so many different things. His eyes moved forward, looking out toward the pond, the sun’s light shining over the reflective surface. The view was a bit blurry, the sweltering heat making the air itself wavy and boiling from the temperature.

“I remember years ago, when me and Twilight had to chase Starlight through time to stop her from ruining the future.” Spike continued. “We saw all these different futures where everything was bad in one way or another, because Rainbow Dash never performed the sonic rainboom when she did. Bad as it was, we saw all of you guys there in one way or another. Guess who wasn’t there in any of those futures?” Applejack shrugged, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. “Me. I never saw or even heard about anything I was doing there.”

“Well, I don’t remember Twilight saying anything about seeing herself neither.”

“It’s true, neither of us were there. It just bothers me a little bit more as I thought about why that happened. Don’t you get it AJ? I don’t think I was born in any of those realities.” Spike said in a demoralized tone. “You guys all grew up and took part in whatever war was taking place, but Twilight never hatched me in her exam. So then, what happened to me? Was I hatched later on and passed off to another unicorn? Was I given to some other family? Or did I just get thrown away and forgotten?” Spike sighed in frustration, rubbing his temples as a bit of a headache crept up on him.

“So, I’ve got all this in mind, and Twilight’s just being really needy today with some research project she’s doing. And I was about to yell at her for bossing me around, but I didn’t want to snap. So I just did what she asked, and then I left. She asked where I was going, I just said I’d be back before dark. Just wanted to have some time to myself that didn’t involve her, you know?” Spike sighed deeply, feeling his head spin as he relayed his worries to Applejack. “That’s about it, I guess.”

“Phew.” Applejack said, taking in everything she just heard. “You’ve been under a lotta stress, huh?” Spike kept silent. Discomfort hung in the air between them, as Applejack searched for the right words to say to him. Applejack slid down, and laid her back against the towel. As she changed positions, she caught sight of her bare buttocks, and the apple-shaped marks right above her left cheek. Their shiny red hue gave her a rush of hope as they reminded her of the first time she’d seen them.

“Well Spike, you’re not wrong.” she replied, drawing her fingers over the apples on her flank. “Sometimes our fate’s tied to those freak accidents that happen once at the right place and the right time. Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if Rainbow Dash hadn’t done her rainboom that day. Maybe she’d have done it later, and I’d see it then? Maybe neither of us would get our cutie marks, and we’d grow up to be blank flanks? From what you and Twilight said, all sorts of things coulda happened. Only difference is, I don’t feel helpless or puny because of it.”

“Why not?” Spike asked.

“Because, when things like that happen, nopony knows how it’s gonna affect the future. Sure, that rainboom was a turning point for all of our lives, but we’re seven beings out of millions in Equestria. What about their lives? Did a bunch of other fillies get their cutie marks at that time too? Did they get some magical inspiration that pointed their lives in the right direction? Or did they happen to see some flashy colors in the sky and think ‘oh, well that’s awful pretty’? And what about the little things we do in life? Just because it ain’t flashy and dramatic don’t mean it doesn’t affect the world in a big way.”

“Uh… not sure I follow.”

“Twilight was telling me about you and her’s adventure, said you met Zecora and she talked about how time was like a stream, and disrupting the flow makes it move in a different path, right?” Spike nodded. “So, let’s take the apples I sell in Ponyville for example. I give a big discount to Miss Cheerilee every day, because it’s a healthy snack option for the kids at school and cheap enough to stay within the school’s budget. So by keeping them fed with something healthy, you make sure they grow up strong and healthy, they have more energy to be productive, some of ‘em become sensational thinkers or builders or what have ya, Equestria’s future gets a little brighter.” Spike nodded, becoming a little more absorbed in her explanation.

“Now, let’s say I didn’t give her that discount. She doesn’t buy them because the school budget can’t afford to feed everypony, so she has to find another option that’s cheap enough, something that’s full of fat and sugar. So it makes them sluggish, they grow up to be fat and bloated, and they don’t have any energy. None of them really want to do anything with their lives, they just end up eating to make themselves feel better without ever accomplishing anything.” Spike’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, while Applejack chuckled.

“Or maybe none of that’ll happen and I’m just overthinking it, kinda like you are. Point is Spike, you can spend all day saying certain events are tied to one pony or another, or vice versa. You could ask yourself what if one thing or pony didn’t exist, would you be here today? And you might be right, that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for that one chance. But that don’t make ya any less significant, just because somepony or something else happened on accident. You still play a big part in influencing the world around you, even if you don’t notice it.”

It was strange. Spike had been carrying so much tension for the past several days, so much that he thought he was going to burst. It was why he’d stormed off from the Friendship Castle, because he didn’t want it to happen while Twilight was around. Venting his thoughts to Applejack, and hearing her perspective on the matter, it suddenly diminished those wound up feelings he’d harbored for so long.

“Huh. I guess that makes sense.” He replied, looking down at his legs. The leaves above them rustled as a gentle breeze rolled in, cooling the air around them. They both looked in the direction of the breeze, seeing a puffy cloud being handled by a pair of pegasus ponies in flight. The two ponies bumped fists proudly, before flying away, out of he and Applejack’s sight. “Now that I think about it, I don’t really know why I was so upset.”

“Teenage hormones, sugarcube.” Applejack replied.

“Hey come on; don’t make it sound like it’s nothing.”

“I’m not trying to. I’m just calling it like I see it.” Applejack moved her hand across the line of her swimsuit, tracing her finger underneath the string across her hip, down to the front over her vulva. “You’re frustrated, pent up, feel like you’re smarter than your parents- well, Twilight, since she’s the one looking after you. Probably feeling your oats a little more than usual.” She explained, pulling away the front of her undergarments for a brief moment to scratch herself. Spike caught a full glimpse of Applejack’s pubic region, seeing that while there was certainly a hedge on her front lawn, it was very neatly trimmed into a fine row. Spike felt a throb between his legs, and looked down to see a full tent in his swimming trunks.

“I get it. I went through the same thing when I was younger. Apple Bloom’s going through it too, been doing it on and off a few years now.” Spike looked back to Applejack, seeing her eyes had been averted toward his lower body for a moment, before they jumped back to his face. “Not trying to make you feel childish or anything, I know it’s frustrating. Just saying, it happens. Try not to beat yourself up about it, huh?”

Despite his standing mast in his pants, Spike could still appreciate the wisdom she had to offer. “Yeah, alright, I get it. Thanks Applejack.” The farmer nodded with a friendly smile. “So… what about you?” He asked, hoping some more conversation might help divert her attention away from his erection. “You said you came out here to be by yourself, right? Anything bugging you at home?”

A chummy smile remained on Applejack’s face as she shook her head. “Nah. Life’s pretty good for the Apple Family right now. I just wanted a little time to unwind before Cider Season starts in a few days.”

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” Spike replied, his shaft slowly descending back toward his thighs. “You think it’s gonna be especially busy this year?”

“It always is. This year’ll be no different, I’m sure. Guess I’m just a little apprehensive about the big change we’re having this time around.”

“Change?”

Applejack’s eyes scanned the branches above her, considering her options. “Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything to the others, just let it happen on its own, but I guess I could tell ya. We’ve struck up a contract working with the Flim Flam brothers.”

Spike was taken aback at what he’d just heard. “Seriously? You think working with those shifty stallions is a good idea?”

“If we’ve learned anything in the past few years, it’s that everypony deserves a second chance, no matter how rotten they’ve been in the past. Think about it: Trixie, Discord, Diamond and Starlight. All of them used to be nothing but trouble. But they managed to turn over a new leaf and make something real respectful of themselves. Flim and Flam may have practiced some despicable business in the past, but they’ve said their underhanded ways nearly cost ‘em every last bit they had over the years. I think they really wanna make a change this time around.”

“Huh. Alright, I guess you know better than I do.” Spike replied.

“‘Sides, even if they are tryin’ to swindle us, it ain’t the end of the farm or nothing. Bad as times have gotten in the past, things just seem to work out for the best ‘round here. We’ll bounce back in no time, and they’ll get their comeuppance one way or another.”

Spike nodded, feeling a little bit more assured about Applejack’s train of thought. He felt impressed that he could find such wisdom from somepony who spent all day bucking apples, plowing fields and milking cows. He wondered if that made him somewhat judgemental. He glanced over at Applejack, lying on her back with her chest to the air. Looking up toward the shade, Applejack had her hand near her collar, scratching herself lightly. Spike found himself staring at her breasts, still quite visible through her wet shirt. Applejack turned her head and clocked the direction of his gaze. Smirking mischievously, she lowered her hand to her right breast. Tracing her fingers along its circumference, she squeezed her perky nipple, tugging it up gently as she stared at him. Seeing her eyes upon him, Spike turned his head away as he felt his face grow warm.

“Okay, Applejack, this may be a weird question, but it’s driving me crazy.” Spike began, feeling his voice shake as he forced himself to continue. “A-are you, uh, coming onto me or something?”

Applejack smirked coyly at him. “Maybe.” she said with a cryptic tone.

Spike’s pupils shrank in surprise. He had anticipated that she would laugh, or tell him that he was interpreting things wrong. While she hadn’t flat out told him yes, her tone made him think that his instincts were on to something. It still felt somewhat confusing that Applejack felt anything of the sort for him.

“Seriously? Me?” He asked astonishedly.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well yeah, a little bit. I mean, it’s… me.”

“And I think you’re a pretty good catch, Spike.”

“Yeah? How do you figure?”

“Since I got my cutie mark, I dedicated my whole life to being the best farmer I could be on Sweet Apple Acres. Every day’s the same routine: get up early in the morning feed all the animals: sheep, pigs, cows, all of ‘em. After that’s maintaining crops, making sure they’re fertilized enough, watered and clear of any little pests looking for a free meal. Come afternoon’s a sacred time: apple-bucking. It’s the easiest of the farming duties, so we save that for when the suns in the highest point in the sky. After lunch, the cow’s are ready to be milked. Once we get a few gallons of milk out of ‘em, I usually go ahead and bathe them with the rest of the critters. Then we water and mow the acres that need it right before Granny Smith rings the dinner bell. Now, someponies might hate that kind of repetitiveness day in and day out, but that routine’s what keeps the farm thriving the way it does, as it’s been going for decades now.” Applejack explained.

“Now you, you’ve got something you’re just as dedicated to: Princess Twilight, and the Friendship Castle.” Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I know, I know; the whole reason you’re out here is because you’re feeling fed up with Twilight, but hear me out. Even back when that castle was that library tree, you strived to keep up appearances of you and Twilight’s living space. I’ll bet you had yourself a routine that ya stuck to, and it paid off with a good study area for Twilight and an organized library, right? That takes a lot of hard work, and it ain’t nothing to sneeze at” Applejack chuckled momentarily before she continued. “Remember when you dedicated yourself to be my assistant, after I saved your life?”

Spike winced strongly at the memory. “Yeah. I remember making an ass out of myself and screwing up everything I did for you.”

“Yeah, you did. But you had to fulfill your dragon code until you could save my life in return. And you didn’t let a few failures stop you from carrying it out. You could have just quit and given up, but you kept at it. You were determined to keep trying until you could get something right. That’s pretty admirable in its own right. And for what it’s worth, you gave a pretty good massage.”

Spike had forgotten that he’d felt Applejack’s body some time ago, turning her on her back and rubbing his claws firmly across her muscular back. He’d been so young then, so naive of what a glorious moment he’d partaken it, touching her in such a personal way. The way she spoke though, so flirtatious she’d been, could he perhaps gain another opportunity to experience the moment once again? He could ask, and she would probably say yes. Still, something nagged at his mind that he’d not dwelled on until she’d brought it up.

“AJ, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you to get mad.”

“Well, can’t promise that until I hear it. I’m sure it ain’t anything to fret over though.”

Spike inhaled, mentally psyching himself up for what he was about to say.

“The Dragon Code isn’t real.” He confessed. “I made it up.”

“Really?” Applejack asked flatly.

“Well, there might be a Dragon Code amongst real- or, dragons outside of Ponyville. But I never grew up around them, so I don’t know what it is or how it works. The truth is, I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I dunno. I guess I was really impressed with you that day, the way you just took down those timberwolves like they were nothing. You were just all over the place, dodging ‘em left and right, kicking rocks at ‘em and making them crash into pieces? That is too awesome!” Spike exclaimed, pumping his fists into the air. “You were like a superhero out of Power Ponies that day. I was disappointed in myself that I’d never hung out with you that day. Guess I just wanted to make up for lost time.” Applejack nodded silently. Spike felt anxious as he waited for a response. Was she upset with him for lying? Had he just destroyed what attraction she’d had for him? “Are you… mad at me?” He asked warily.

Applejack shook her head, still smiling. “Nah. I mean, you shouldn’t have lied, but no real harm done. You didn’t have any bad intentions behind it. In fact, I’m a little flattered you’d do something like that just to spend time with me.”

Spike felt a bit of weight leave his shoulders. It wasn’t something he’d dwelled on his whole life, but it was something that would nag at him briefly every time he was reminded of the past. Now that he’d been truthful with her, she’d relieved him of his burden, small as it was. Now more than ever he’d wished he’d spent more time with her in the past.

“Wow… thanks Applejack.” Spike murmured sheepishly.

“Don’t mention it.” She replied, beaming. A few seconds of silence between them passed, until Applejack cleared her throat. “So, Spike. You been, uh, feeling a little wound up lately?” She asked, turning over on her right side, so her body faced him fully.

“Wound up? What do you mean?”

“Like hot and bothered?”

Spike winced a little uncomfortably. “Wh-what makes you say that?”

“The hard on you been trying to hide from me kinda gave it away.”

Though it wasn’t there at the moment, Spike felt a bit of a rush surge down his belly into his groin. Before it had a chance to move, Spike crossed his legs tightly.

“Oh, shoot.” He said, as Applejack giggled. “You saw that, huh?”

“Eeyup. Kinda hard not to see that.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Spike said as he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I’m just having some fun with ya. I ain’t mad at ya for it.” Spike remained quiet, still somewhat embarrassed that he wasn’t as discreet as he thought he’d been. “ If I’m making ya uncomfortable, I won’t push ya. But I know someone your age probably gets real frustrated not having an outlet for stuff like that. Just wanted ya to feel like you could be open with me if ya wanted to.”

Spike considered the mare’s offer. She was right in a sense; though his mind had mostly focused on his relation with Twilight and his place in the world, part of his frustration had been a lack of romantic or sexual experience in his life. While everypony around him was falling in love and enjoying the pleasures of another’s body, he was toiling away at cleaning dust off the floors and shelves of a castle in the middle of town. In a way, he felt as if his very soul was gathering dust by living such a dull life. If Applejack was offering even a little bit of a chance to open up, he was going to take it.

“You sure it doesn’t bother you?” Spike asked, eyeing the hint of a tent in his swimming trunks.

“Nope. Not if it don’t bother you none.” Applejack reassured him.

Spike uncrossed his legs, allowing his erection some flexibility. The front of his pants bobbed up and down, acclimating the flow of blood coursing through its veins. Spike looked back at Applejack, and noticed her eyes focused on his package as well. Knowing that she had some sort of interest in the sight made it jump even more so.

“So, let me ask you something a little more forward, Spike.” Applejack began, moving her hand up her shirt, exposing the underside of her left breast as she rubbed the front of it. “If you could romp with anypony you knew and they’d be up for it, who’d ya pick?”

Spike leaned back against the tree, feeling the hint of apprehension melt away as he kept in mind the air was open for such discussion.

“Hm… anypony I wanted, huh?” He asked, his claw trailing down his abs. “Well, Rarity of course.”

“Duh.” Applejack replied with a laugh.

“Aside from her though...Cup Cake.”

“Wow, Carrot’s wife?” Applejack asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Yeah. You know, if she wasn’t married.”

“Of course. Why her though?”

“She’s just really nice, and cheery, and… well, she’s got a nice butt.” Applejack smiled and nodded, urging him to continue. “Zecora, because she’s really knowledgeable and mysterious, and she kind of gives you that feeling that she knows how things work better than you do, like her mind is older than she is. It’s weird. Let’s see, who else…” Spike tapped his chin as he pored through the citizens of Ponyville. “Probably any of the Cutie-Mark Crusaders.”

Applejack’s hand ceased its movements underneath her shirt, and her grin dropped. “Any of them?”

“Yeah, they’re all pretty hot. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Apple Blooooo-uhh!” Spike felt his stomach drop into his toes as he realized his mistake. He glanced out the corner of his eyes and noticed Applejack shooting a death glare of sorts at him. “Ehhh- ahem!” Spike suddenly began to cough and hack loudly as he turned away from her. “Oh, geez- something just flew in my throat all of a sudden, yeesh!”

“M hm. Smooth.” Applejack replied, shaking her head. “Anypony else?”

“Let’s see… Fluttershy, I guess, maybe Twilight, if I didn’t think she was gonna throw me out for asking something like that. And, uh…” Spike looked over at Applejack sheepishly, then down toward his groin, still noticeably erect. “You.” He finished, seeing his bulge jump a bit.

“Well, thanks for putting me at the bottom of your list.” Applejack teased him.

“Hey, that’s not what I meant!” Spike exclaimed in a hurry. “I, uh, saved the best for last, you know?”

Applejack raised an eyebrow as she smirked at him. “Gotta hand it to ya partner, your damage control’s impeccable.” Spike grinned shrugged apologetically.

“Look, I just didn’t wanna make things weird, alright? Didn’t know how you’d react to something like that, wanted to think it over before I said it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I ain’t mad.” Applejack reassured him. “Got another question for ya though.”

“What’s that?” Spike asked, looking over at Applejack. His eyes opened wide, deadlocked on the mares hips at the moment.

Applejack had been fiddling with the knot on the left side of her string bikini unbeknownst to him. Just as he’d looked back to her again, she’d managed to undo the knot and had let the strings keeping it up fall to the towel. The front of her underwear dropped along with it, fully revealing her naked front. Spike’s eyes zeroed in on her lower body, seeing more clearly her trimmed blonde pubic hair, the tip of her vulva just barely visible from the angle he looked.

“How’d ya like to cross one mare off your list?”

Spike’s mouth hung open. Even if he’d had reason to hide his erection from her, he wouldn’t have had the will to. Applejack remained in her spot, waiting patiently for the dragon overcome the shock at his own pace. It took several seconds, but Spike finally began to stir, his eyes moving back and forth from her face back to her lower half.

“Uh… this is the part where I say something really suave.” Spike replied, his erection throbbing. “Something about bucking apples.”

Applejack snorted, lifting her hand up to cover her face as she laughed. “Spike, you’re a goofball.” She said, turning over on her belly before picking herself up off the ground. The grass, slightly crispy from the heat of the sun, crunched underneath the weight of her foot as she meandered her way over to the dragon. She stood over him, feet straddling his waist, her hands resting on her bare hips. Spike stared up at her, shrouded in a layer of shade from the branches, but still getting a magnificient view of her nethers.

Spike had never seen a mare’s vagina before, except for what was in an anatomy book he’d read belonging to Twilight. The orange coat around her vulva was just a bit plump, making some curves apparent with her pronounced and muscular thighs. The soft flesh of her light gray labia was thick, spread open and visibly wet. Spike could even see the nub of her clitoris poking out at the top of her open lips. He was surprised to see it so visible, since he’d read that they were normally small and hard to find, unless the mare was highly aroused. Though the similarities were apparent, Applejack’s privates certainly looked different from what he’d seen in diagrams.

It was a look Spike much preferred. He was glad that Applejack’s genitals had some variety, and weren’t just a cut and paste of what he’d read. It made her pussy unique, significant of Applejack alone. Staring intently at her marehood for a moment, Spike ran his long, thin tongue over his lips as he anticipated what it must feel like. He looked back up at the mare, who flashed him a proud grin. With his teeth resting on his bottom lip, he nodded his head, affirming her go further.

Applejack kneeled down, and leaned over Spike. Her face was just a few inches above his own. The two stared into one another’s eyes, letting the tension build for a moment. Then Applejack moved forward and pressed her lips against Spike’s. As they closed their eyes, Spike let himself relax and allowed Applejack’s tongue to slip into his mouth. She grasped the side of his head, her fingers dancing along his scales and just over his ears. Her tongue moved along his fangs, careful not to cut itself on their pointy ends.

Keeping her mouth glued to his, Applejack lowered her hindquarters downward. Her naked buttocks pushed up against the tent from Spike’s bathing suit. His erection throbbed as he felt the force of her ass pushing against him, knowing there was just a small layer of clothing between his flesh, and the firm round cheeks bared in the open air.

Applejack eventually pulled her mouth away from Spike and leaned backward more, letting her cheeks weigh more heavily on his erection. The ample orbs of orange enveloped the bulge from both sides, making it nearly disappear from sight to whomever looked on from behind. Even with his trunks still on, Spike could still feel the warmth her posterior held grasping at his member, and it drove him wild.

Spike’s face twisted into a number of expressions as he fought to keep his shaft under control. He would have hated himself for blowing his load and ending the fun too early, especially if he lost it in his shorts. Applejack grinned boastfully, feeling some manner of pride that she could drive a boy so crazy with just her behind.

Applejack lifted her rear from Spike’s body, relinquishing his cock from the cradling embrace her cheeks provided. She crawled backwards, until her head was just over the ever-strong bulge at his front. Spike looked down and watched as her hands slid up the front of his shorts. He noticed that there was a wet spot right above his pubes that hadn’t been there before. It was definitely in the wrong spot for it to have been some cum leaking from his own body.

The mare untied the strings holding the waist of his trunks tight, slipped them down past his knees, all the way off until the reached his clawed feet, and tossed them aside. Applejack feasted her eyes upon the space between his purple legs. Above the green scales, there was a rigid shaft pointing straight up towards the branches giving them shade. It had an acute pointed tip at the head, but its thickness grew and grew as it reached closer to the base. It also had a bit of an inward curve along the top, resembling that of a shark’s fin from the side.

Just below the thick base, the green scales of his underside stretched out, holding a pair of round and heavy looking testicles. The orbs usually stayed up inside Spike’s body, keeping them snug, only descending when he was in an extremely aroused state. Each one seemed big as a ping-pong ball, but girthier and thicker throughout.

Applejack reached out to touch his length. It felt soft and squishy in her hands, considerably warm as well. She pressed her palm against the side of it and wrapped her fingers all the way around. With her other hand, she cradled his balls in her palm, lifting them up just slightly. Feeling their weight, she was floored to think about how he could walk around with such a weight in his pants. She felt his erection expand in her hands just slightly. Spike flexed his hips, squirming in reaction. His chest rose as a little whimper escaped his throat. His voice reached a pitch higher than normal, one that resembled the squeaky voice he’d had as a child, when he’d first arrived in Ponyville years and years ago.

“Geez, Spike.” Applejack teased him, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his shaft. “You gotta settle down, or you’re gonna spew before we get to the good part.”

“S-sorry.” Spike replied shamefully.

“It’s fine, I get it. First time jitters happen to everypony.” Applejack said encouragingly. Out of Spike’s vision, Applejack’s wet pussy winked in excitement. She was more than eager to explore the dragon’s body, and experiment with the different shape and feel of his member however she could before it reached its climax and became useless. She remembered that his inexperience might mean a lack of endurance as well, meaning she’d be left wanting after he reached his end.

Applejack felt no resentment against Spike for his shortcomings. She still felt satisfaction in making a dear friend such as him happy for an afternoon. Besides, she could satisfy herself later on that day, with the thoughts of their excursions fueling her desires as she brought herself to her own climax.

Applejack moved her palm up and down, her hand gliding across the flesh of his shaft. She carefully squeezed him as she moved down toward the base, letting it delight in every inch of resistance against its form. When she moved up again, she’d ease up, letting it slide down her hand. When she reached the top, her fingers danced across the tip of his pointed shaft. Feeling her tickling him, Spike’s hips squirmed in reaction. His length throbbed, and a thick drop of semen seeped out of the tip.

Applejack licked her lips as she looked on at the substance. Yearning for a taste, she leaned in and pressed her tongue flat against the head. It was tangy, with a bit of salty sweetness, a taste she’d grown quite accustomed to in her life. Applejack wrapped her lips around the head and inched her tongue down, pressing underneath the head of his rod.

Spike looked on with widened eyes and clenched teeth. His mind still struggled to accept that such a thing was happening to him at the moment. After years of frustration at his lack of experience, he was finally being liberated of his virginity, by a mare as lovely as Applejack no less. He was overwhelmed by the arousal building in his loins at an alarming rate as he watched her mouth sink downwards on his cock.

Spike knew he wouldn’t last long at the rate they were going. He shook his head and tried to compose himself. He remembered that as awesome of a pony as Applejack was, she wasn’t the type to put herself on a pedestal above others. She was by no means a queen, or a goddess, something demanding worship or groveling. She was a simple apple farmer, as down to Earth as ponies came. It was how humble she was that made her such a good friend to have, and one he was lucky he could confide in.

Knowing Applejack was somepony still on his level helped Spike relax a little bit. While the exquisite sensation her mouth on his groin remained, it reached a stability that he could control. Spike reached down and rubbed his claw against her cheek. With her mouth still full of his rigid length, her bright green eyes looked up at him.

“Man, you’re pretty good at this.” Spike said, brushing her cheek gently.

Even with her mouth still full, the corners of her lips turned up in a smile. She moved her head upwards and let his dick escape her mouth with a wet pop.

“You ain’t seen nothin yet.” She replied with a daunting grin. Applejack lowered her head once again, this time lower than his slippery length. The warm breath of her mouth wafted over his balls, before her tongue poked at them, and slithered along the front and toward the bottom. The tip of her tongue moved across his sack, from one orb to the other, coating them both in a thin layer of saliva. Sneaking a hand underneath, she lifted the pair up just a bit. With her mouth wide open, she wiggled her tongue from side to side, tickling both of his testes one after another in rapid succession.

“H-h-haaa-aaah!”Spike moaned from the tingle flourishing between his legs. As the feeling accelerated, Applejack moved her tongue up, trailing them between his sack and to the base of his shaft again. A heap of drool spilled out along Applejack’s tongue as she pressed it up underneath his length. While her hands were occupied at Spike’s groin, she could still flex the muscles in her pussy, squeezing them internally and accentuating the pleasure coursing through them. She let out a hefty sigh as she moved upward, her alluring breath and wet tongue eliciting a surge powerful enough to make Spike’s toes curl.

“AJ, I’m gonna blow if you keep going like that.” Spike warned her, his hips trembling as he struggled to keep his looming orgasm at bay.

“Heh, figured.” Applejack teased. She leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, eliciting one more desperate jolt from him. “I’ll give ya a minute to cool down if you need it.”

Spike’s body trembled as Applejack let off of him before it reached its limit. She kept a hand on his thigh, patting his scales in an affectionate manner. Spike did what he could to regain control, panting heavily as he closed his eyes.

Despite her skill with her mouth, it was still just Applejack. Still his friend, just enjoying his company. She knew it was his first time, and she wouldn’t judge him too harshly. He had nothing to worry about.

A minute later, Spike’s breathing returned to normal. Though he’d regained some composure, his dragon length remained stiff as ever.

“Ready for the big one?” Applejack asked, lifting herself up to be level with his eyes. Spike nodded hurriedly. Applejack moved her legs over his with her back straight. Her shirt had dried somewhat, makes her breasts less visible than before. Her nipples however remained rigid as ever, just as stiff as Spike’s own erection. Spike watched her move, getting another perfect view of her pussy. Underneath the hair of her pubes, he could see that her labia was just as pronounced as ever, and even more wet than before. Sucking him so hungrily had evidently been a pleasurable experience for her as well. Spike watched and felt a strand of her juices drip down onto his cock as she positioned herself over him.

“Wait.” Spike said, as Applejack lowered herself down. She froze, her lips just a hair’s breadth away from touching his tip.

“Something wrong?” Applejack asked, her pussy giving another wink in anticipation and letting more of her wetness seep out.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just, uh… do you think you could do it… the other way?”

“Other way?”

“Yeah. Like, turn around?”

Applejack tilted her head up as she realized what he meant. “Ya wanna look at my ass, doncha sugarcube?” Spike winced embarrassedly and sunk his head into his shoulders. “Heh, no worries. It’s all the same to me.”

Applejack leaned back and turned herself around, facing toward the pond they’d swam in earlier. Still on her knees, Spike could hardly see her red apple cutie marks, but what he could see was her sizable hindquarters looming just over his length. They jiggled just a touch as she lifted her posterior up, sizing it just right over his penis. It descended lower, closer toward its target. Spike held his breath as the gap closed between her nethers and his.

The surface of her vaginal lips brushed against the tip. She hesitated a moment, her legs shivering from the rush she felt. Suppressing the urge to moan, she forced herself to press downward more. Her pronounced lips lowered, and enveloped the head of Spike’s pointed shaft.

“Haaaah!” Applejack shrieked, in a higher pitch than normal. To say that it fit inside her like a glove would have been an injustice. With the coating of saliva she’d given Spike’s member, and the lubrication her marehood had produced from her arousal, his length slipped into her without any struggle at all. Nonetheless, she still reveled in the stretch his girth provided. His width sent an exhilarating charge throughout her groin and lower belly.

Spike laid his head back and gasped from the sensation. His cock was completely engulfed by Applejack’s snatch, kept warm and snug from the outside. He could feel it squeeze every few seconds, her body instinctively wanting to hold onto the object making her feel so wonderful at the moment. Reveling in the excitement, he instinctively flexed his hips upward, pushing half an inch further within her.

“Mm, good heavens you’re big.” Applejack said enthusiastically. She moved her hips from side to side, savoring the enjoyment of her pussy being filled. Each sway of her hips tugged Spike’s length. It felt as if his very heart were being groped through his erection, each pull filling it more and more with the surge he’d been craving for so long. He could feel himself throbbing inside of her while he watched her ample buttocks sway across his waist.

The farmer ceased her swaying, and straightened her back out a bit. Still keeping her knees to the ground, she pulled herself up just slightly, enough to keep her wet lips around the head of his length. Just as the sensation began to fall away from both of them, she let her cheeks plop back down on his waist, filling herself up once again. Her cheeks slapped onto his body with a loud smack, and his rod filled her up to the brim in an instant. Her mouth remained open, moaning as she moved her body up and down. The caverns of her pussy slipped along Spike’s wet dragon cock, squeezing him vigorously every time he bottomed out in her. Her eyes closed, as she savored the wonderful tingling sensation his erection granted her loins.

Spike kept his elbows on the grass, letting Applejack do all the work. He was more than content to watch the farmer go at it, working herself over him in such a way without showing even a hint of fatigue. His eyes pored over her body, admiring the hint of toned muscle along her back above her waist. More than anything though, he kept focused on those hefty orange orbs bouncing up and down on his stomach. While the rest of her body was chiseled with muscle, her buttocks were one part of her that was smooth and round. Even as they jumped up and down, they called to him, begging for a little extra attention.

Spike trailed his claws downward, trailing the edges along her hips. He felt her jump slightly, surprised by the sudden contact. She quickly settled back into her rhythm once she realized what it was. He slid his palms down her hips, tracing them along the curves of her rump. His palms were just underneath her cutie marks, planted onto them even as they moved up and down while she rode his length.

Spike curled his claws inward, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. A deep sultry giggle escaped Applejack’s throat as she bore down onto the base of his length, wiggling against it once again. Still squeezing her cheeks, he moved his thumbs up between the crack. He moved them away, and Applejack gasped sharply as he spread her buttocks open. Spike gazed upon the small compact crater of Applejack’s anus. With little of her orange hair surrounding it, it was small and gray, the same color of her labia. He could see it flexing just slightly, while her body worked to cling onto his length buried inside of her. After a moment, her let go of her cheeks, letting them slap together. Applejack resumed moving against him. Rather than moving up and down, she thrust her hips forward, bearing down on the filled up sensation inside her.

Spike felt his toes curl up once again as another surge poured through his body. The exhilaration of Applejack’s pussy enveloping his dick, the sight of her bountiful ass and her robust body, seeing her react in such a way to his erection inside her: it was becoming too much for him to bare. He wanted to keep going for as long as possible, but his body and mind just couldn’t take it.

“AJ?” Spike called out feebly, his hips beginning to bounce as he held on for what little time he had left. “I-I can’t hold it anymore.”

Applejack winced slightly, her pussy desperately tugging at his throbbing length. Her body it seemed was reluctant to cease housing its lovely invited guest.

“It’s alright.” She reassured him, still panting lustfully. “Just let it out.”

Spike was happy to receive her approval. Pushing his hips up, his legs went stiff. Applejack kept her cheeks glued to his waist, trying to ride out the last remnants of pleasure he had to offer. Then, Spike let go. A flood of thick white semen shot from the tip, and coated the walls of Applejack’s wet pussy. The initial release made Spike’s heart leap into his throat, and he moaned out passionately.

“Ahhhhh! Hohhhh, man!” Spike whimpered, reeling back as his fluids coursed through him. His length shuddered inside the caverns that held it, sending a few more chills up Applejack’s body. After a moment, Spike eventually let up, his body relaxing all at once. Exasperated, he let his elbows fall away, and laid completely on the ground. Spike breathed heavily, letting the elation of his release wash over his tired body. His senses worked on overdrive, his scales tingling on end, his ears more attuned to the world around him. He delighted in the comfort of the shaded area, the chirping of insects and birds all around them. He found it amusing that an orgasm always seemed to “unlock” his mind and senses in such a way.

Applejack’s pussy quivered as Spike’s twitching shaft remained inside of her. When he’d blown his load, it had felt amazing. She could feel it expand and stretch her inner walls as he ejected his semen inside of her. As exquisite as it had felt though, the sensation was a fleeting one. Just as she’d neared the breaking point, he’d crossed the finish line before her. Her body ached to continue, begging her to keep moving and milk his erection for more.

She knew she couldn’t. Applejack knew that stroking him now would be painful for the dragon. It had happened to her only a handful of times when she was younger, where she’d rubbed herself to soon after one of her multiple orgasms. The shooting pain she’d felt was something she would have felt horrible exhibiting on him. It took some willpower on her part, but she forced herself to stay still as his length grew soft inside of her. With each centimeter that shrunk, the lustful need in her began to shrink away. It was a shame that she’d been so close to feeling the same jubilation as Spike.

Looking over her shoulder at the exhausted dragon though filled her heart with a soothing warmth. She was glad that she could be part of such a wonderful first experience for him. Spike opened his eyes and stared up at her as he regained control of his breath.

“Hey… did you, uh, you know… when I did?” Spike asked hesitantly.

“Oh!” Applejack felt her chest tighten at the question. She wanted so badly to say yes, even if it wasn’t true, just to make him feel better. Her mouth took position, she could feel the words caught in her throat. Try as she might though, she just couldn’t force them out. Spike’s face turned to disappointment, realizing there had to be a reason for her hesitance. Even if she could lie to him, she’d taken too long for it to be effective now.

“Eh… I got close!” Applejack said encouragingly. Spike rolled his eyes and laid back in frustration. “Hey come on, don’t beat yourself up. It still felt really good, I’m serious.”

Spike shook his head. “I’m gonna feel selfish if I got to feel this good, while you only got ‘close’. I don’t wanna leave you hanging.”

“Spike, it ain’t a big deal.” Applejack assured him. Inside her marehood, she felt that Spike’s erection had gone completely soft, left with the dexterity of a boiled noodle. She slowly pulled her behind off of him, watching his face to make sure it wasn’t hurting him. “I still enjoyed myself. You don’t gotta prove nothing to me, alright?”

“No can do, AJ.” Spike said, sitting up and pulling himself to his knees. His sticky and flaccid length slowly retreated back into his sheath, his balls doing the same as they left only empty space behind them. “I’m not gonna quit until I get you off like you did for me.” Spike’s eyes trailed down toward her pussy, still winking as a dollop of his thick cum trailed down her orange cheek and toward the grass. He took a bit of pride in the sight, like a visual confirmation that what had just happened really happened. “It’s part of my Dragon Code!” he said with a wink.

Applejack stared at him with half-lidded eyes and a bemused smirk. “Really now?” she asked as he looked back at her with unwavering eyes. “Alright, alright. What’d ya have in mind, Mister Dragon?”

“Lay back.” Spike instructed her. Applejack rest her back against the grass, her legs in front of her with her knees up. The dragon crawled toward her, and rest his claws upon her legs. He gently spread them apart and leaned his head toward her privates, inspecting the sight before him. Her clitoris was still swollen enough to spread her lips just a bit. He reached forward and pressed his thumbs against her coat around her opening, spreading them to the side and making her drawn in a sharp breath of air. Opened wider than before, Spike could see the inner layer of her vagina, the squishy flesh a lighter pink than the outer rim, and still wet and glistening with her arousal as well as his semen. Looking closely, it resembled the shape of a heart somewhat, with a small dark hole at the center. He was fascinated by what he saw, his mind swimming as he wondered how such an orifice could accommodate objects of so many different sizes.

As the dragon licked his lips at the sight, Applejack deduced what he had in mind. She’d experienced cunnilingus in the past from a few thoughtful stallions, but never at the end of their escapades. It was usually something performed much earlier, as foreplay in order to build her up for the main event.

“Spike, you sure you’re okay with this?” Applejack asked as the dragon opened his mouth, his thin slithery tongue hanging out.

“Yeah?” He responded confusedly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, it’s kind of a mess down there.” She said. “Most guys don’t really like licking their own cum, you know?”

“Eh, no biggie.” Spike said dismissively. “It’s not that bad a taste.”

Applejack was surprised to hear such a response. “How would you know that?”

Spike hesitated, his eyes rolling up in thought. He shrugged, knowing there was no point in being dishonest. “I get curious sometimes, alright?”He said, making Applejack grin enticingly.

“Wow. Kinky.” She replied. Her vulva winked in response to the mental image of Spike lying in his bed at home, licking his claws of the semen they’d caught after such a powerful climax. “Well, have at it then.”

Spike lowered his face and stuck out his tongue once again. The forked tip of his tongue touched the bottom of the mare’s crevasse. In an instant, Applejack’s arousal began to climb upwards once again. Spike moved his tongue along one side of her lips, tracing upward towards the swollen nub that was her clitoris. He inched close, agonizingly close to the mark. Rather than press it, he kept his rotation going just underneath it, trailing downwards along the other side. His tongue slithered across the inner flesh of her snatch, catching tiny globs of his semen now and then. It provided a distinct variety of lubrication giving some slickness to move his tongue against her with ease, but still offer enough friction to give her some pleasure.

He could no longer see her slit with his mouth mashed up against it so. Before his eyes was the sight of the patch of trimmed blonde hair above her vagina. With every lick against her opening, his nose would run against the hair. His accidental touch tickled the mare, making her coo in response. Spike’s eyes wandered up to look at her. His vision was somewhat obscured by her breasts, but her head was visible between the gap. He could see the bottom of her chin as she looked up toward the sky, enjoying his talented tongue.

Applejack let the bliss his ministrations provided wash over her. It was a nice change of pace, having someone else service her while she relaxed. She was usually the type to take charge, enjoying the fruits of her own labor. She welcomed the change of pace however, rotating her shoulders to let out some of the tension that was hiding within them.

Applejack moved her hands down, her fingers tracing over the sides of his head. She began to stroke him lovingly, scratching him lightly along the sides of the spikes along the center of his head. She looked down the center of her chest, only able to see his eyes staring up at her while his face was buried against her. She began to scratch him behind his ears nurturingly. Spike shivered and hummed in delight. She could feel the vibrations from his mouth rock against her opening, and she flexed her hips up to ride the surge moving through her.

After a few more rotations, Spike’s tongue moved upward again. This time, he did not pass up the flexing nub at this top. He pressed his tongue flat against the button, and was rewarded with the feeling of Applejack’s hips flexing up into his face.

“Mm-ahh…” Applejack gasped, her chest rising as a rush of arousal coursed through her. She was definitely impressed with Spike’s technique, especially for someone who’d been a virgin until now. He knew not to rush things, that a bit of teasing did wonders for his partner. And the thinness of his tongue allowed for more fluidity, letting it wiggle around her with more ease than a stallion’s. His tongue would move down, snaking left and right, zig-zagging to and fro as it moved back up to its mark. When he reached her clitoris again, he would press it upward, making Applejack feel the exquisite tug all the way from her chest.

Spike inhaled through his nostrils, filling his sinuses with the aroma of Applejack’s musk. It was heavy, but subtly sweet as well. It reminded him of the smell of his own spunk in a way, which he had more than a helping of against his own tongue. He’d naturally had many nights alone in his room, fantasizing about many excursions with a number of ponies, mare and stallion alike. His claws had been soaked with his own load so many times, he began to wonder what it tasted like for ponies who had been on the receiving end of such an act. Feeling brave one night, he’d discovered that it wasn’t an appalling taste.

Licking against Applejack’s pussy mixed his semen with the fluid her vagina produced. The two liquids complimented each other nicely, making the taste a bit sweeter than what he’d experienced in the past. Enjoying the flavor, Spike’s tongue crept inside of her caverns, tickling the inner walls as it searched for more traces of what he’d unloaded within her.

Impressed was an understatement: Spike was a natural at this. No other tongue she’d felt could compare to what she felt at the moment. To accentuate the feeling, the mare moved her hand underneath her shirt, grasping her right breast. She squeezed it firmly, so much so that it made tiny indentations in her skin under the orange hair of her coat. She began to pinch and tug on her nipple, and the sensation her body felt jumped close to the high that she had felt before Spike had cum inside of her.

Despite his marvelous technique, despite the sensation of his wet tongue sliding along her slippery insides, it still wasn’t enough. He was close, so agonizingly close to hitting the mark, but Applejack still couldn’t feel what she needed to break the dam holding her back.

And then, just when she’d considered telling him to throw in the towel, she felt a new sensation. His tongue had slithered up at the right angle and touched a spot within her, one that even she had trouble finding sometimes. It would inflate into a large squishy mass behind her clitoris only when she was at the highest point of her arousal, and through luck or determination, Spike had found it.

“Ahhhhh!” Applejack screamed, tilting her head back and thrusting her hips up accidently. Spike managed to keep his mouth against her opening, not skipping a beat as his tongue moved about inside her. “Keep doing that Spike.”

“Li thsh?” Spike mumbled with his mouth stuffed up against her mound. Applejack felt the same push within her and screamed once again.

“Yeah! Oh man, keep doing that! Oh, that’s good, mmm!” Applejack tried as hard as she could to keep her body under control, and refrain from hurting Spike’s neck as she thrust upwards. She did well for the most part, keeping her motions at a soft enough force that it barely lifted Spike’s head up. The dragon kept his tongue moving at the right area, massaging that enlarged substance in a vigorous rhythm. Applejack felt the sensation creep up past her shoulders and make its way toward her head. She couldn’t believe it: she was just moments away from release. For the first time ever, someone had brought her to this point using just their tongue.

“Don’t you stop, Spike!” Applejack exclaimed, her body thrusting quicker by the second. “Don’t youuuuu- nnnnngh!”

And the feeling seized her with an iron grip. Her inner walls bore down on Spike’s tongue, locking onto the wonderful sensation and keeping it in place. This was going to be a huge one. Involuntarily, Applejack wrapped her thighs around Spike’s head, her body tensing up for the few seconds she had left before surrendering to the oncoming relief.

Alarm bells went off within Spike’s head. The mass in Applejack’s thighs weren’t for show: they were lined with the sturdy power that she’d gained from years of kicking mighty trees for their apples, and marching across numerous acres of her farmland day in and day out. And right now, those powerful thighs were tightening against his skull, getting tighter at a frightening rate. Spike frantically tapped the outside of her leg, praying they weren’t about to squish his head like a grape.

“Sh-shoot! Sorry!” Applejack exclaimed, quickly prying her legs back open, relinquishing Spike from his plight. “Ahhhhhh!” Keeping her legs spread open, Applejack flexed her hips up into Spike’s face, and her body let go of everything that had built up within her. Spike’s mouth was assaulted with a thin line of juice, while Applejack moaned uncontrollably. The pitch of her voice had reached such a height that it reminded him of their timid friend Fluttershy. Applejack remained rigid for several seconds, letting the biggest orgasm of her life consistently work its way through her body. After a moment of remaining still aside from some trembling, and Spike remaining frozen with his tongue in place, Applejack finally collapsed against the grass, still writhing from the exhilaration coursing through her.

Spike gently pulled his tongue back, once the muscles inside of her caverns began to ease up. His tongue slipped out of her, a mess of her juices and his semen leaking out behind it. He looked up properly at Applejack, her eyes still closed as she breathed rapidly. Her eyes opened just a bit, enough to see Spike was looking at her. She rose her hand up just a bit and beckoned him toward her. The dragon crawled across the towel they laid upon, until he was eye level with the mare.

She reached up and slipped her hands behind his head, easing it down toward her face. The two pressed their lips against one another gently. Spike felt Applejack’s tongue poking his lips, and he opened them to allow it passage. His thin reptilian tongue twirled around Applejack’s, moving around it gracefully while their lips caressed one another. Applejack was welcomed with the same intriguing taste Spike had experienced. She felt an additional surge through her body, knowing she was tasting her own fluid off of his lips and tongue. Applejack’s fingers traced the scales behind Spike’s head, while he in turn rubbed his palms across her shoulders. Their chests made contact, Applejack more than able to bear his weight on top of her.

After a minute of their faces locked on one another, Applejack eased back, giving Spike’s tired mouth a break. She leaned her head against the ground, but kept Spike’s head within her grasp. He laid against her chest, the warmth of her breasts comforting against his face. The two laid comfortably in place, not a word spoken between them. They took solace in the comforting shade under the tree’s branches, soothed by the peaceful orchestra of the grass being blown by the breeze through the air.

After several minutes of peace in the air around them, Applejack began to stir, tapping Spike’s head gently. The dragon lifted his head up and yawned, while Applejack heaved herself off of the ground. She stood to her feet, and strolled over to her previous spot, where her string bikini still remained on her towel. She bent over to pick it up, giving Spike a magnificent view of her naked orange rump.

“It’s a shame you’ve gotta put that back on.” Spike said, sitting crossed legged as he watched her from behind. Applejack smirked appreciatively, and stuck her hindquarters out a little more, spreading her cheeks with her hands. Spike licked his lips as he looked upon what he’d just had the pleasure of exploring, seeing her lips still glistening with both of their fluids.

“Doncha fret none, partner.” She said, wiggling her hips a bit before letting go of her cheeks. “It ain’t like you’re never gonna see it again.”

“Really?” Spike asked surprisingly.

“Sure. Can’t really make it a regular thing or nothing, but if the time’s right, we could do this again.” Applejack slipped her leg through one of the holes, and fiddled with the loosened side of her bikini, until it was tied into a proper knot. Spike slipped his own shorts up to his waist, and grabbed the rest of his belongings, before standing up to follow Applejack as she moved back to the pond, where her clothes laid.

“So, Spike.” Applejack began, stepping into her jean shorts and pulling them up to her waist. “You still wishing you’d been all by yourself out here, like you’d wanted to be?”

Spike scoffed as he watched her button the waist of her pants and zip up her fly. “Hm… nah.” Spike replied, seeing her raise an eyebrow at him. “Kind of glad I came over when I did though. Any sooner or later, and we might’ve missed each other completely.” Spike pushed his arms through the sleeves of his white undershirt, before pulling it over his head and down past his chest.

“Could have.” Applejack said, slipping her arms into her red shirt. “But it ain’t no use frettin over, what might’ve happened and what didn’t happen. It happened, and as long as we’re glad it happened, that’s what matters.”

“I am. I feel better than ever.” he replied, reaffixing his blue-button shirt.

Applejack beamed cheerfully as she finished buttoning up her shirt. After picking up her hat and donning it on her head, she was back to the way she’d always looked. He found it strange that in all the years he’d known her, he’d never noticed what a sharp mind and desirable body was hiding underneath. Part of him lamented the years that had gone by without them being so close; but as she just told him, there was no use in worrying over it. They’d bridged the gap between them now, and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, as they say.

“Seriously though, thanks for showing up AJ. You’re the best.”

Applejack flashed him a friendly smile. “My pleasure, sugarcube.” She stepped toward him and wrapped her arms around his back, he doing the same. “Do me a favor though?” Spike tilted his head in anticipation. “Try to be a little more patient with Twilight. I know family’s always gonna have some squabbles now and then, but she really does care about you. Don’t take things out on her, okay?”

Spike nodded peacefully. “You bet. Thinking back on it, it was kind of silly for me to be mad at her in the first place.”

“Good man.” Applejack said, rubbing his back, and then kissing him gingerly on the head. “Alright then, guess I’ll be headin’ back to the farm.” She said, letting him go and stepping past him.

“Gotcha.” Spike said, turning to watch her go. “Oh, AJ?” The mare stopped to look back at him. “Good luck with Flim and Flam. You know we’ll help you if things take a turn for the worse with them.”

Applejack nodded, before waving goodbye. He returned the gesture and turned away, toward the direction of the town.

He could just faintly see the outline of the Friendship Castle at the center of town. Just over an hour ago, he’d been full of tension and resentment toward the castle, and everything associated with it. Now with Applejack’s guidance and sensual therapy, that weight had vanished without a trace. Sure, he’d have his troubles in the future. He’d have moments where he felt down, lost or frustrated with things around him. Knowing that he had a friend just outside of town in Sweet Apple Acres to confide in helped to ease his mind significantly. If anything was ever troubling him, he could pay Applejack a visit, and have some wisdom bestowed on him in more ways than one. With a more optimistic look on life, Spike bounded toward the castle, eager to be out of the heat of the day once again.

Author's Note

For anyone wondering, I want to apologize for that bolded line near the beginning of the story. That was inserted into the story solely to keep it from being rejected, and I really didn't have a mind to weave it in "tactfully" so I kind of just brute forced it in there. The whole story behind that was a huge headache, so just bear with me on it. Sorry if it breaks the immersion, but I really ran out of patience. :facehoof: