A Book Isn't The Only Thing I Came To Check Out...
Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexual acts between two animated minors of differing biological classification. If this offends you, don’t panic, I can assure you that I honestly don’t care.
Edit: 2012/08/08: There is alliteration, lots of alliteration. Deal with it.
After School Special: You’re Supposed To Be Quiet In A Library
By: Your Antagonist
A Book Isn’t The Only Thing I Came Here To Check Out...
“Spike! Wake up! Wake up!” Twilight violently shook the groggy dragon from his dreamscape, incurring an agitated hiss from the reluctant reptile. “The library has been opened for five minutes, why are you still asleep!?”
Through grit teeth and clenched eyes, the dazed dragon mumbled out a response to his ward’s rhetorical question. “Uughh... because the sun is evil...” Spike flailed his arms around lazily in front of his face in an attempt to shield his vision from the seemingly omnipresent rays of the sun. “Nnngghh... Twilight, can’t you cast a spell and turn off the sun? I need all the sleep I can get so I can read through all the saturday morning comics... ”
Twilight rolled her eyes and began slapping Spike lightly across the face with a nearby issue of ‘The Invisible Mare’ that Spike had fallen asleep reading. “I’ve told you over and over again that I have a conference to attend in Canterlot this weekend, and that you would be in charge of the library while I was gone, but just look at this place, it’s a mess!” Twilight gestured to the alleged clutter that plagued the upper level of her beloved emporium.
The average observer would look upon the room and see only a few books lying about, open and unattended on immaculately polished tables. The more astute onlooker would have been able to discern a few measly crumbs left behind from Spike’s violation of Twilight’s “no eating upstairs” rule. To the nit-picking, over-analyzing eyes of an obsessive-compulsive such as Twilight Sparkle however, the room was filled to the brim with hellfire and overturned bookcases that stood as testaments to the fact that she had allowed absolute anarchy to go unchecked in her personal bastion.
Spike glanced lazily about the vicinity and shrugged after giving the room a half-conscious assessment. He simply didn’t possess the same level of neuroticism necessary to see the atrocities that had put his unicorn counterpart on edge. With a singular mind-clearing yawn and back-stretch combination, Spike managed to force himself into a higher state of awareness, but at the cost of drowning out Twilight as she continued on some inane rant that he couldn’t be bothered to comprehend in his half-conscious state.
“—Spike, are you even listening to me?!” Twilight released her magical grip on Spike, and sent the tiny dragon hurtling towards the ground with a heavy Thump.
Rubbing his head, Spike slowly picked himself from the ground and absent-mindedly replied to Twilight’s inquiry. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” Spike waved Twilight’s concerns away with a claw. “Something about... library... stuff...”
Realizing that her shorthand lecture was being wasted on its intended recipient, Twilight rolled her eyes and shook her head before huffing a sigh at the drowsy dragon. “Look, I have to finish packing and it’s going to take at least three hours, so just take this list of errands—” Twilight’s horn flared with magenta magic, and a second later, a piece of parchment materialized in the air next to Spike’s head, “—and please get them done before I have to leave in...” Twilight glanced at a nearby clock. “Three hours, thirty five minutes, and twenty seven seconds. I should finish with just enough time to browse through the The Twice Translated Thanklessly Thick Treatise Transcribing Trottingham’s Terrible Time Travel Travesties Tome Two.”
Spike was willing to overlook the fact that Twilight had given him the time to the second and the ludicrous title of the book, as he had discovered a flaw in the studious librarian’s methodology. “Wait a second Twilight, if you’re going to be packing for three hours, and I’m going to be out, then who’s gonna maintain the library?”
“Oh, I didn’t have to stretch myself too far to find a couple of eager substitute librarians.”
“Oh no... you didn’t... not them.”
Twilight grinned mischievously at Spike, and cuffed a hoof to her ear as she awaited the inevitable harmony of horror from the lower floor of the library.
“Cutie Mark Crusader Substitute Librarians! Yay!”
Spike felt a violent shiver course through his body as the shout resonated through the tree that he called home. “Twilight, why? I just reshelved and reorganized the library! Why couldn’t you have gotten Twist or Diamond Tiara? Why them?”
Twilight smirked at Spike’s panicked state. It more than made up for the fact that he had zoned her out during the lecture. “They said yes, and you weren’t awake. They may not be the neatest or most organized bunch, but then again cleaning up after them isn’t my issue this weekend, and the longer that they’re in charge, well, you figure it out.”
“I get it, I get it, better get started," the dragon grumbled under his breath as he trudged his way down the stairs. Once Spike reached the bottom of the stairs, he breathed a small sigh of pride as he took in the busy atmosphere of the business half of the library. Scores of scholars scrutinizingly skimmed scriptures and scrolls, and the usual saturday morning audience had gathered to peruse the newest issues of comic books such as ‘Spidermare’, ‘Captain Equestria’, as well as the graphic novel adaptations of Mare Do Well and Daring Do. Every issue of the latter title at the moment was being hoarded by Rainbow Dash, who had chosen to wear the Daring Do costume Rarity had crafted for her, and as entertaining a sight it was to see a grown mare in a costume playing keep away with a group of irate children, Spike was searching for a far greater disturbance to the peace, and he didn’t have to look far to find it.
Not more than a spit’s distance from the dragon, he spotted Twilight’s alleged substitute librarians.
“Sweetie Belle, what in tarnation are you doing?”
“I’m just reorganizing the books like Ms. Twilight told me to.”
“Sweetie Belle, Ah don’t think Twilight told you to make a fortress out of encyclopedias. Now take that dang thing down and help me go through this here catalogue.”
From the depths of the filly-sized fort, two emerald green eyes narrowed suggestively at Applebloom “...you’re just jealous of Fort Sweetie Belle,” declared the cotton candy-maned filly.
“Now why in tarnation would I be jealous of or for that matter want to go inside that—”
“Good morning Sweetie Belle, good morning Applebloom,” Spike greeted the fillies with a friendly wave and a smile.
Almost immediately after Spike’s greeting, Applebloom’s cream-yellow face flared a fierce shade of red, and faster than the dragon could perceive, Applebloom dashed inside the tiny fortress, kicked out its current occupant, and sealed up the entrance with the surplus encyclopedias laying about.
“Okay, that was... weird...” Spike looked to Sweetie Belle for some explanation regarding Applebloom’s estranging behavior.
Sweetie Belle only shrugged in response. “Beats me, she’s been acting like that all morning.”
“Hey wait a minute, I see two of you. Where’s the third, and what’s she destroying?” Spike whipped his head around the library searching for the third member of the apocalyptic trifecta.
“Oh, Scootaloo couldn’t make it this morning, said something about hunting for a shutterbug. Do you know what a shutterbug looks like, Spike?”
Spike breathed a sigh of relief. The destructive potential of the Cutie Mark Crusaders had been cut by a third, but even still, a fraction of armageddon was more than enough to destroy the order and sanctity of the library. “Can’t say that I do, and I can’t say that I care. Now look here, I’m going to be out for a couple of hours, so please, do me a favor and keep the destruction to a minimum.”
“Sheesh, you could have a little more faith in us Spike,” Sweetie Belle pouted.
“Right, well let’s see if the library is still standing by the time I get back,” Spike chuckled to himself as he exited the venue, behind him Sweetie Belle stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry after him before turning her attention back to Applebloom.
“Applebloom, you can come out now,” Sweetie Belle cooed to the fortress.
She heard some shuffling from within the structure, and waited patiently as one of the books slid out of place revealing a pair of nervous brown eyes. “Is Spike gone?” Sweetie Belle nodded in response, and a moment later, the wall of books crumbled forth, and Applebloom trotted forth skittishly from the den of books. “Dangit, Ah did it again!”
“Did what again?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Applebloom scuffed the ground anxiously, and averted her gaze from Sweetie Belle’s. She hadn’t told anypony else about her feelings for Spike out of fear that she would be ridiculed by her peers, but then again Sweetie Belle was one of her best friends. After a moment of deliberation, Applebloom looked her friend in the eyes and sighed, deciding she would spill the beans right then and there. “All right, Ah’ll tell you, but you have to promise that you won’t laugh.”
“I promise!”
“Pinkie Pie promise.”
Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and began chanting out the ludicrous limerick as she went through the motions of the Pinkie Pie promise. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye— ow!” Sweetie Belle had gone full-force on the last part of the chant and poked herself in the eye. “Are you gonna tell me now?” Sweetie Belle asked rubbing her sore eye.
“Alright.” Applebloom beckoned Sweetie Belle closer with a wave of her hoof, and divulged her secret in a hushed whisper. “Ah... Ah I’m in love with Spike, but Ah don’t know how to tell ‘im. There, I said it, now go ahead an’ laugh!” Applebloom clenched her eyes and slumped to the ground, almost certain that Sweetie Belle would burst out in laughter and tears.
Much to the earth-filly’s surprise, Sweetie Belle placed a reassuring hoof around Applebloom’s neck. “Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom. I'm not going to laugh. Why, I think it's great you finally found your special some...dragon-thing after all this time.!”
“You... you do?”
“Well, I mean, sure he’s a bit grumpy, and a little rough around the edges, but aside from that, Spike’s a great guy... er, dragon... dragonguy? Whatever, I think you should confess to him.”
Applebloom’s face resumed its earlier beet red shading as the filly seized a book from the ground and held it in front of her face to hide her embarrassment. “Ah cain’t do that! What if he turns me down? Ah’ll be devastated!”
Sweetie Belle took Applebloom and drew her closer. “But that’s better than not asking him at all, right? What if he says yes? Then you would have a very special somedragon to call your own!”
“B-but doesn’t he like yer sister? Ah cain’t compete against Rarity! It was silly for me to even bring it up,” Applebloom sighed shrinking further behind the book.
Sweetie Belle glowered indignantly at her friend’s lack of confidence. “Look, do you like Spike or not?”
“Well of course Ah do, but—”
“But nothing!” Sweetie Belle stomped her hoof on the ground to drive her point home garnering the attention of the surrounding library patrons. “If you really truly like him, then you shouldn’t let anything stand in the way of your true feelings, especially not my sister!”
Applebloom pondered her friend’s words for a moment, and lowered the book from her face with a reluctant huff. “I guess yer right, Sweetie Belle, but how do Ah, y’know, tell ‘im?”
The glare on the unicorn filly’s face softened at Applebloom’s “Oh, that’s easy, just do what they do in Rarity’s romance novels.”
Applebloom raised an eyebrow at Sweetie Belle’s statement, and waited eagerly for the filly’s continuation.
“You just follow him around and wait until the time is right, and that’s when you confess.”
Applebloom shot an uncertain look at Sweetie Belle, silently questioning her friend’s sanity, as well as Rarity’s taste in literature. “You’re jokin’, right?”
“Why would I give you bad advice? Now go out there and follow him before he gets too far away.”
“But what about the library? Do you think you can handle it on your own?”
“Geez, you and Spike are one and the same you know that? I mean, would it kill you to have a little faith in me?”
“Sorry, Sweetie—”
“Don’t be sorry, be on your way, and give it your best shot!” Sweetie seized Applebloom by the flank and began to push the farm filly to the exit.
“Alright, thanks Sweetie Belle, Ah promise Ah won’t let ya down!”
“Good, now, just go for it!” Sweetie Belle shouted as she shoved Applebloom out of the door and into the brisk Saturday morning air. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, Sweetie Belle turned her attention to the more pressing matters at hoof. There were books to be checked-in, checked-out and catalogued, shelves to be restocked and reorganized, fines to finagle from frequently late customers, and dusting to be done. The filly looked upon her impending workload and debated which task to complete first. A moment later, she heard the sound of shelf housing several unforgivingly-thick reference books collapse to the ground, and in that instant, she knew that her first priority as a librarian would be to establish the law of Sweetie Belle, from the safety of her encyclopedic fort no less.
Spike casually strolled down the busy Ponyville with his reliable old red wagon in claw. “Let’s see, what’s first on this list?” Spike perused the list, and was relieved to find that Twilight had only given him a small handful of tasks to complete. “Let’s see here, pick-up twenty quills, twenty parchments, and a bushel of apples, and... that’s it? Heh, Twilight’s being merciful today,” Spike mused.
A moment later, an eerie shiver ran down the dragon’s spine, evoking a higher state of awareness within the reptile’s mind. He couldn’t help but feel as though someone was watching him intently from behind. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this sensation either. For the last three weeks, whenever he would cover for Twilight in the library or run errands for her in town, he could have sworn that he felt a piercing gaze on him, regardless of where he went. Spike whipped around quickly and began scanning every sector of the busy street behind himself, in hopes that he’d catch a glimpse of the source, but much to his chagrin, there was only the hustle and bustle of ponies going about their daily lives. Shrugging the feeling, Spike resumed his trek to the stationary store, occasionally glancing behind himself as he went.
From a nearby rooftop, a certain pink-bowed filly heaved an infatuated sigh as she watched the object of her affections waddle uncertainly through the streets. While Applebloom wanted nothing more than to rush down to the ground level and confess, for the time being, she would have to settle on gazing at him from a distance as she’d been doing for the past three weeks. At least until the perfect opportunity presented itself. As Spike moved further and further through the market, Applebloom kept pace by leaping stealthily from rooftop to rooftop, never averting her amorous gaze.
It wasn’t too long before Spike arrived at and disappeared inside of his first destination: Plethora Plenty’s Plaza of Parchments, Pens, and Perusables. Applebloom took this opportunity to dismount the rooftop. As soon as she hit the ground, the filly galloped as fast as she could for cover in the bosom of a nearby bush, where she stumbled across an unexpected orange-coated bedfellow. “Scootaloo?”
“Applebloom? What are you doing here?”
“Ah, could ask you the same question, so Ah will: what’re you doin’ here instead of lookin’ for that thing ya blew me an’ Sweetie Belle off for?”
“What? Hey! I asked you first!” Scootaloo argued.
“Did not!” Applebloom rebutted.
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did— oh forget it, we’ll be at this all day.” Scootaloo ceded, knowing that back and forths with Applebloom ran the risk of going on for hours at a time. “You see that bush over there?” Scootaloo pointed at some foliage adjacent from her own position on the street. Applebloom nodded in response. “Well, Featherweight has been in there all morning, and I’m just waiting on him to come out so I can...” Scootaloo’s face began to flush an intense shade of red. “An-anyway, I told you why I’m here, now why are you here, huh?”
Applebloom’s face adopted a similar coloring to her pegasus counterpart’s, and she began nervously fumbling with her hooves. “Well, y’see, Ah, uh... Ah’ kinda doin’ the same thing as you, ‘cept y’know, Ah’ve been followin’ Spike. Now, that Ah’ve told you, what were you gonna say before you turned this around on me?”
Scootaloo looked left and right to ensure that no one was close enough to hear her when she divulged her secret. With a sigh, and a wave of her hoof, she beckoned Applebloom closer. “I’m gonna make Featherweight my very special somepony,” Scootaloo whispered, a sheepish yet proud smile crawling across her lips.
Applebloom was awed, dumbstruck, but above all inspired by her friend’s emboldened declaration. “That’s awesome Scootaloo—”
Scootaloo interjected with a harsh whisper. “Keep your voice down!”
“Sorry,” Applebloom whispered, “Anyway, that’s awesome Scootaloo, but if you don’t mind my askin’..." Applebloom once again clicked her hooves together hesitantly unsure of whether or not to ask what was on her mind. “Just how’re you, y’know, gonna make him yours?”
A sly grin replaced Scootaloo’s once frustrated grimace as she cupped her hooves around one of Applebloom’s ears, and began to shamelessly divulge her plan in all of its redolent glory.
Scootaloo drew away and observed the wide-eyed shock painted on the farm-filly’s face. “Sweetie Belle told you to do that?”
Scootaloo sat back on her haunches and nodded.
“But, will that even work?” Applebloom asked.
“Well, from the way Pipsqueak’s been looking at her lately, I’d say so.”
Applebloom took a moment to consider the implications of doing such a thing with Spike, and she grew so flustered that a thin trail of steam began to rise from her cheeks.
“Hey,” Scootaloo said nudging Applebloom. “Spike’s coming out of that store, looks like you ought to get going.”
“Alright,” Applebloom said as she watched Spike drop the load of parchments and quills into his wagon before walking off to find the second and final item on his errands list. “Good luck on catchin’ your ‘shutterbug’ Scootaloo, and uh, thanks for the advice.”
“Same to you Applebloom, but just one thing before you go.”
“What’s that, Scoots?”
“Spike? Really?” Scootaloo was straining to suppress her laughter at the thought.
Applebloom scowled and puffed her cheeks out indignantly, before she turned away and stomped out of the bush. In the interest of keeping out of sight and a safe distance from the dragon, Applebloom dove behind a nearby vendor’s cart, and peeked around the side to catch a glimpse of Spike. Spike however had trekked a fair amount of distance walking along the rows upon rows of shops in search of a fruit stand, completely unaware of his amorous pastel yellow phantom.
At the moment, his attention was directed elsewhere as he watched an unusually melancholy Twist trot closely behind Snails who looked about as clueless as ever. Spike wondered just what had the normally ecstatic confectionery in such a funk, but quickly shirked the thought as he arrived in front of Applejack’s apple stand.
“Well howdy, Spike, what can I do ya’ for this mornin’?” The ecstatic cowmare greeted.
“Hey, Applejack, I’ll just take a bushel of assorted apples, except for the ones with yellow skins because Twilight thinks they’re atrocities.”
“One bushel of assorted apples comin’ right up!” Applejack disappeared behind her counter and resurfaced a moment later with a fresh bag of apples in her mouth. “Zhat’ll be zhree bitsh, Shpike!”
“Three bits, just a second...” Spike reached into his coin wallet, and produced three gold coins, promptly slapping them down on the corner as he retrieved the bag from Applejack’s mouth. “All right, thanks AJ, I’ll see you around.”
“Hang on a second Spike, I’ve got a promotional item that I’m givin’ away with every purchase.” Applejack sank behind her counter once again but she was taking much longer than last time, causing Spike to wonder what the item in question could be. A moment later he heard Applejack mutter, “Dangit, where’d they go?” Shortly after, Applejack reappeared, very confused and slightly irritated. “Sorry ‘bout that Spike, I had a pan full of fresh apple fritters earlier, and now they’re all missin’. I wonder what happened.”
“Awww, that actually sounds really good right now. Oh well, I guess I’ll just get something when I get back home, thanks anyways Applejack.”
“Anytime Spike, tell Twi’ I said hello, y’hear?”
“Will do Applejack, see ya!” Spike said as he began the short walk home.
Applejack waved after the little dragon before returning her attention back to her apples, when she noticed something odd: the Apples seemed to be moving. Applejack leaned closer to inspect her produce, and suddenly a pink bow attached to a red mane exploded forth from the stockpile. “Dangit, Ah’ve gotta beat him to the library, but how’m Ah gonna do that without him seein’ me?”
“Applebloom, what in tarnation are you doin’ in my apples!?”
“Sorry sis, cain’t explain right now, Ah’ve gotta get back to the library, but I promise Ah’ll tell ya later!”
“Applebloom, you ain’t goin’ anywhere until I—”
Another explosion of apples successfully cut Applejack off mid-sentence, and in its wake stood none other than Pinkie Pie, wearing a ninja mask no less. “Did somepony say library? I was just about to head back there!”
Applejack looked between her sister and the psychotic pink pastry fiend sitting in her applecart. “Pinkie Pie, how in horse-feathers did you get in my dang cart!? What is goin’ on here!?”
“A pastry ninja never reveals her secrets! Now come with me, small one!” Pinkie Pie seized Applebloom in a tight embrace, and the filly couldn’t help but remark that Pinkie smelled unsurprisingly like cake frosting. “To the library!” She cried as she dragged Applebloom with her under the remaining Apples.
Applejack plunged her hoof in after the pair, but only found purchase on the bottom of the cart. Applejack pulled her hoof back out of the crate, and felt as though she’d seen a ghost. “That just don’t make no sense, and I don’t care to figure out how she did it. Just gonna sell some apples, go home and lay down.”
“Here ya go Applebloom!” Pinkie Pie chirped as she shoved the filly through
a gap between some books in one of the library’s bookshelves. “Oh, and good luck with Spikey!” Pinkie whispered.
Applebloom’s face grew a shade of crimson as she asked in a dull roar “Wh-what? How did y’all know about that?”
“That’s a ninja secret! I’ll never tell!” Pinkie Pie declared as she drew the gap in the books closed. Applebloom trotted over and pried the gap back open to see if she could catch a glimpse of the magenta maniac, but all she could see were the shaved wooden walls of the library.
“Well,” Applebloom began “That was mighty strange.”
“Applebloom!” The voice belonged to Sweetie Belle, who was cantering over as quickly as she could to greet her friend. “I didn’t see the door open, how did you get in?”
“When Ah know the answer to that, Ah’ll let ya know, Sweetie.” It hadn’t occurred to Applebloom before, but the library was unusually quiet and absent of any patrons. “Say, where’d everypony else go?”
“Is that really important right now? Anyway, did you tell him?”
“Not yet,” Applebloom admitted sheepishly. “But Ah’m about to! He’s on his way here now, so that’s when I’m gonna tell ‘im.”
“Well, shouldn’t be too hard, you’ve pretty much got this whole place to yourself, after Ms. Sparkle leaves.”
The sound of stomping from the stairwell garnered the attention of both fillies “Ugh! Where is that dragon! I know I told him that he had three hours, but it should have only taken him twenty minutes at best, and I’m ready to go now! I don’t have time for this, I need to be checked in at the train station so I can start preparing my schedule for the conference!” Twilight hit the last stair and fixed her attention on Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. “You two don’t have a problem staying back a little longer do you?”
“Not at all, Ms. Twilight!” Sweetie Belle chirped, her voice cracking slightly.
“Thanks girls, I’ll make it up to you when I come back from Canterlot, I promise!” Twilight said, levitating her ridiculously-bloated suitcases behind herself as she galloped out of the library’s entrance.
“Huh,” said Sweetie Belle. “I guess you’ve got the place to yourself then. In that case...” Sweetie Belle trotted over to a nearby desk, and procured a velvet saddlebag from the seat. “Come on, Applebloom, let’s go upstairs!” Sweetie Belle chirped.
Ever the skeptic whenever it came to Sweetie Belle’s schemes, Applebloom eyed the saddlebags suspiciously. “Hold up, Sweetie Belle, what’s in them bags?”
Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and sighed at Applebloom’s skepticism. “It’s a surprise, now come on, Spike could come back at any minute!” The unicorn filly bolted up the staircase to the library’s upper level, and a moment later Applebloom reluctantly followed suit.
Once upstairs, Applebloom noticed Sweetie Belle standing in the center of the room with the saddle bag at her feet, and a mischievous grin on her lips. Against her better judgement, Applebloom bit the buck and decided to ask again. “Are you gonna tell me what’s in the bag Sweetie Belle? The suspense is killin’ me.”
“Don’t worry, you’re about to find out, and in a few minutes, so will Spike.” Sweetie Belle flipped the top of the bag open, and her deviant grin only grew more emboldened as she began to trot closer. The situation was starting to look more and more like a bad idea gone terrible, but with Spike on the way she didn’t have much choice. Applebloom who could only swallow nervously and trust her friend’s judgement.
As Spike walked into the library, the first thing he noticed was how absolutely devoid of any signs of life the place was, which was surprising given the time of day. “Hello?” Spike called to any potential library patrons. His only reply was silence. "Huh, I guess Twilight already left and closed up while she was at it. Well, since I’ve got the whole day to myself, I think I’ll grab a nap.” With a yawn and a stretch of his back, Spike made his way to the staircase, where the sound of hoof falls, rustling, and unintelligible bickering could be heard clear as day. “Hello?” Spike called up the staircase, and almost instantly, the noise from upstairs ceased, saved for some panicked whispering. “Hey, who’s up there?” Once again there was no response, only the creaking of floor boards followed by hushed whimpering. Fed up with the lack of answers he was receiving, Spike stomped his way up the stairs, but just as he reached the middle, Sweetie Belle cantered down giggling and grinning from ear to ear. Needless to say, Spike suspected something was amiss.
“Hey, Spike!”
“I’m probably going to regret asking this, but what were you doing upstairs in me and Twilight’s room?”
“Oh, well you see, I was helping Applebloom with a surprise for you!”
“A surprise?” Spike asked cocking a bemused eyebrow.
“Yup! And now that we’re finished, I’m just gonna leave you two alone in this empty ole’ library. Alone. Together.” Spike opened his mouth to question Sweetie Belle’s odd behavior, but just as quickly as he’d started to speak, Sweetie Belle raced down the rest of the stairs faster than Applejack during the running of the leaves. His curiosity peaked, Spike resumed his climb up the stairs, and immediately began scanning the room as soon as he stepped inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing save for an odd quivering lump of blankets on Twilight’s bed.
“Applebloom?” Spike called to the lump. To his surprise, the lump gasped stopped quivering and began to grow smaller and smaller on the mattress.
“T-there’s nopony here! Now get out!”
“So then why is nopony trying to kick me out of my own room?” Spike chuckled, casually strolling over to the bed. Applebloom chose to remain silent and unmoving under the blanket, but curled into an even tighter ball when she felt Spike’s weight on the bed draw closer. “Hey, are you alright?” There was no response. Spike reached towards the blanket and gave it a fierce tug, but the current occupant yanked it back down twice as hard. The back and forth continued with no feasible end in sight until Applebloom bucked Spike onto his back, forcing the dragon to release the blanket. “Ow, Applebloom... why’d you kick me?” Spike asked, rubbing his sore stomach.
“Ah’m mighty sorry about that Spike, but Ah’m just a mite hesitant about this.”
“Hesitant about what?”
He heard a sigh from inside the ball of blankets, and watched intently as the covers fell off unveiling the ‘surprise’ that Sweetie Belle had been going on about. Before him, stood a completely different Applebloom than he was accustomed to. The filly’s normally unkempt mane had been curled and parted to one side and adorned with a immaculate golden bow that her own sister would have described as one of the most frou-frou things she’d ever seen, while on her back sat a frilly pink saddle that easily complimented her horseshoes and choker necklace. “W-well, what do ya think?”
A moment of awkward silence passed between the two before a harsh cackle erupted from Spike. "You look ridiculous!" The dragon laughed so hard that he fell onto his back, kicking his feet in the air with reckless abandon.
"W-well it's not my fault! Sweetie Belle told me to put this get-up on ‘cause it would help me confess to you, you id—" Applebloom clasped her hooves to her mouth as she realized all too late what she had just let slip.
Spike’s fit of laughter ceased and his heart skipped a beat as he attempted to register what he’d just heard. “Applebloom, what’d you say?” Spike stood up and looked into her eyes, albeit she quickly broke eye contact as soon as it had been established. “You wanted confess something to me?”
Applebloom fidgeted her hooves manically while she continued to avoid all eye contact with Spike. “Oh, Ah, um, y’see, Ah really... you...” The farm filly began stumbling over her words unable to make a coherent sentence in her frazzled state, however her next course of action surprised even herself. Applebloom decided that if she couldn’t tell him how she felt, she’d just have to show him. She turned away from the wall and heaved out a lung full of anxiety, turning her gaze to meet Spike, who was quick to notice the sudden shift in her demeanor. In fact, the air of confidence that surrounded the filly brought out a plethora of little things he’d never noticed about her before: the radiance of her golden brown eyes, how lush and rich her fur was, the way that bow complimented everything about her perfectly, and her taut active figure which was accented by the toned lean muscle she’d gained from working in the fields.
But above all, the things that stood out about Applebloom at this moment was the luscious curvature of her wanting, waiting lips as they drew dangerously closer to his own, and her golden eyes, no longer plagued by skittishness but rather of some baser domineering instinct that captivated and entranced the dragon’s focus, stirring some unknown appetite deep within the pleasure centers of his mind. As their lips met, a surge of excitement flowed between the two, inspiring further investigation of the new phenomenon they’d stumbled upon. Applebloom savored every second of the encounter, her lips pressing forth ravenously into his as though to seize his warmth and lay claim to her long-awaited prize. Spike driven by raw desire and curiosity indulged himself in Applebloom’s sweet taste, unaware that his draconic impulses had begun to subconsciously direct his actions as his tongue slithered forth to meet hers, and began caressing and exploring its newfound companion with avaricious fervor, which to his surprise evoked a moan from Applebloom, who was swimming with elation at how well her gamble had paid off.
A moment later, Spike broke away from Applebloom’s kiss, uncertain of how to interpret this turn of events. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly found himself once again silenced as Applebloom wrapped her forelegs around his neck and drew him back into euphoria, attacking his lips twice as aggressively, and to her satisfaction Spike didn’t resist, even as she leaned her weight into him, forcing him on his back while she continued her amorous assault. Applebloom ran her hooves along the scales on Spike’s head, sending small shivers up and down the dragon’s spine, as she began to trail her lips down spike’s neck, delectating on the curious flavor and texture of his scales while her mane tickled and teased his chest.
With each kiss Applebloom delivered to his chest, Spike could feel himself growing more and more excited, as did a certain part of his anatomy that began to swell and make its presence known to its owner, who began to squirm and grunt under his insatiable burning need that was insistent on manifesting itself. Embarrassed, Spike pushed Applebloom away and crossed his legs in a failing attempt to hide his shame. Needless to say, his behavior did not go unnoticed by Applebloom. The filly sat up and gave the now blushing Spike a once-over, her eyes falling on an all but unnoticeable pointed pulsing pink protrusion peaking past the lower portion of his white underbelly. “Hey, Spike, what’s that?” Applebloom reached forward with a hoof and began poking the new development curiously.
Flustered, Spike slapped Applebloom’s hoof away and curled up into a ball. “H-how should I know? I’ve never seen it before.”
Applebloom eyed the dragon's poorly hidden erection, when something crossed her mind. “Ya know, Ah think that’s the thing that Sweetie Belle was goin’ on about... hey, that gives me an idea!”
“Idea?” Spike didn’t like where this was going, and with Sweetie Belle’s name in the equation that went doubly so.
Applebloom grinned at Spike and placed a hoof on the dragon’s thigh, sending a flutter of panicked excitement through his belly. Applebloom leaned forward and delivered an experimental lick to the length of the dragon’s burden, causing it to throb anxiously whilst eliciting a tense groan from the timid recipient. Applebloom smirked at the little growl, and gave Spike’s shaft another slower more focused lick, teasing his tip with her lips. For her efforts, she garnered a much stronger reaction than the last time as Spike groaned even louder, gripping the sheets on the bed tightly. Applebloom began to circumnavigate her tongue around Spike’s shaft, which sent violent shivers up his spine, causing his toes to curl from the stimulation. No longer content with simply teasing her quarry, Applebloom wrapped her luscious lips around Spike’s dragonhood and initiated her descent, allowing her tongue to glide about and explore while the moist heat of her mouth enraptured and overloaded Spike’s senses, sending him over the edge, but Applebloom wasn’t done yet.
In the interest of gaining better leverage before continuing, Applebloom shifted her position and swung her legs over Spike’ chest so that she straddling him in reverse. A consequence of this position was that she was now presenting her filly-hood to Spike who was still infatuated with the constant pleasure flowing from her mouth to his loins. Applebloom seized Spike’s calves with her forelegs and used them as leverage to intensify the speed and force of her bobbing further mesmerizing her draconic lover. Spike however had grown accustomed to the constant source of pleasure flowing through him long enough to regain his wits. He looked upon Applebloom’s exposed folds which had grown wet from her arousal and now emitted a strong, sweet scent that intoxicated its curious observer below.
Spike extended his forked tongue towards Applebloom’s essence, and landed upon a bright pink slit amidst her yellow fur. For his eagerness, he was rewarded with an immediate reaction from Applebloom who shuddered and squealed, which inspired him to explore her further. As Spike’s tongue entered her and began rubbing along her walls, he could feel Applebloom clench down, overloading his sense of taste with her sweet essence. “Sp-spike, what in tarnation do you think you’re doin’ back there?” Applebloom asked as a surge of elation washed through her, soon followed by another after another. Applebloom closed her eyes and allowed each movement of Spike’s tongue to relax and titillate her nerve endings, drawing out enamored moans with each convulsion. Spike took this opportunity to seize Applebloom’s firmly toned haunches with his claws, using the extra leverage to move his tongue even deeper inside.
Applebloom responded to Spike’s efforts by reimmersing the dragon’s throbbing member into her mouth, though she was disappointed to receive less of a response than the first time as Spike was too preoccupied treating himself to Applebloom’s love nectars. His body was still responding to the stimulus as she could note from the constant fanning and curling of his toes. Enraptured in the overwhelming stimulus from eachother’s oral antics, it was only a matter of time before Spike sensed an inevitable heated swelling from his nether regions. It began to spread through him causing his mouth to water slightly as it grew in intensity. On Applebloom’s end of the spectrum, she could feel something big coming. The once calming pleasure that flowed through her, began to grow more and more intense, as she clamped down tighter and tighter around Spike’s tongue. The build-up surrounding the two lasted only a moment later before it came to an abrupt end. Spike intensified his grip upon Applebloom’s haunches and clenched his eyes, as a sharp explosion of heat and pressure erupted from him and filled the inside of Applebloom’s mouth. Simultaneously, Applebloom felt a jolt of electricity race up her spine that inspired a massive release of tension from deep within her that peaked for all of an instant before it slowly ebbed away, rendering her limp from the wave of bliss that had passed through her being.
After what seemed like a pleasant eternity of basking in the bliss afforded to the lovers by their joint orgasms, Applebloom rose slowly to her hooves and spat the brackish discharge in her mouth upon the sheets, an act that didn’t go unseen by Spike who grimaced as he looked at the odd stain on the bed. “Dang, I could really go for another one of... whatever that was..” Applebloom purred.
“I really hope that doesn’t stain, otherwise Twilight is going to kill me.”
Applebloom chuckled at Spike’s remark and began swaying her tail in a pendulum like motion, presenting herself to Spike in a teasing manner. “We can clean that later, let’s keep goin’ for now.”
“Keep going? You mean it gets better than that?”
“Come here an’ let’s see,” Applebloom purred, lifting her tail upwards to reveal herself to Spike, beckoning him closer by batting her eyebrows suggestively.Spike followed her instructions nai-autonomously, as he stood up and strolled closer to Appebloom, the fire of his once extinguished arousal rekindling itself at the sight of Applebloom’s exposed filly-hood. “Come on an’ put it in,” She instructed, wiggling her flank in front of him.
“I don’t know Applebloom, I'm kinda nervous about this...”
“But Ah want it noooowww!” Applebloom whined, turning her head to coerce Spike with her pleading brown eyes.
Spike swallowed back his timidity and gripped his dragon-hood firmly, easing it towards Applebloom folds, which began to part like curtains in the wake of Spike’s hardened member. Applebloom gasped as she felt his length slowly invade her, spreading through her nerve endings like a wildfire of elation. Applebloom’s rapture only lasted a moment longer, as Spike’s arrival was met with resistance. In his focused state Spike gripped Applebloom’s flanks tightly and pulled the filly closer as he drove himself further and further into her depths, unaware that what had once been satisfied moaning had transgressed into a pained whimper as Applebloom’s purity was taken from her. The pain lasted only a moment, and was rapidly replaced by a much more pleasant sensation, making it seem as though there had never been any pain at all.
Spike on the otherhoof grunted as he slid deeper into his partner’s tight moist heat. Once Spike reached the limit of his advance he began to draw his hips back, clenching his jaw as his shaft grinded along Applebloom’s convulsing velvet walls, drawing forth another smitten moan from the filly. Once he had extracted himself from her completely, Spike thrusted his hips forward once again and pulled Applebloom towards himself, slowly but surely digging his claws into her haunches as the pleasure began to impede his rationality, allowing his draconic instincts to take over. With another thrust sending exquisite shivers up her spine, Applebloom’s forelegs buckled beneath the pressure, and she buried her face in nearby pillow to stifle her increasingly loud moaning as Spike pumped away inside of her, forging a small method to his lust induced madness. In his state of heightened arousal, Spike began to massage her voluptous flanks, immersing himself in the lush texture of her soft fur, his hand trailing the length of her back up to her neck where he began to run his claws through her cherry red mane allowing it to flow through his fingers with the aesthetic beauty of ruby dust flowing through a sift.
“Do it harder.” Applebloom’s muffled voice pierced through Spike’s pleasure crazed mindset, and the dragon stopped for moment.
“What?”
Applebloom turned her head to the side so her voice wouldn’t be impeded by the pillow, and Spike noticed that her cheeks were as red as her mane. “Ah said, Ah want you to do it harder! Please?”
Spike nodded and pulled himself away from Applebloom, rearing his hips back as he prepared to thrust. Applebloom turned her face back into the pillow, clenched her eyes and braced herself for the incoming shockwave of pleasure that resonated through her being, and yelped as it was quickly accompanied by another that came twice as hard and twice as fast. His mind focused solely on regaling the howls of the filly below him, Spike held nothing back. It was only a matter of time before he felt Applebloom convulse and tighten up beneath him, her head whipping back in ecstasy as she began to rock her hips against Spike who timed his assaults with her own. Sensing that familiar build-up of an itching heat from earlier, Applebloom turned her head to look directly into Spike’s emerald green eyes. She wanted to see his face twisted in the euphoric frenzy her body had cast upon him as she came. She wanted to study the wild look in his face as he gave in to his natural tendencies and gradually became hers, and she his.
There was a look of satisfaction and ownership in the filly’s hypnotic golden eyes that sent Spike over the edge, inspiring him to reach out and seize Applebloom delicately by the chin planting his lips upon her own for one last kiss before he rushed for the home stretch. Spike broke the kiss, seized Applebloom’s tail and pounded away selfishly, serenading himself to each pant, cry, and yelp she emitted. All the while, he could feel that familiar burning pushing and swelling its way through his loins. “Applebloom, I’m gonna—”
“♥~Me too~♥Applebloom paused to gasp. Sensing she only had another few more strokes from Spike before her climax would strip her wits from her, she chose to declare her feelings. ♥~Ah, Ah, Ah love you Spi~i~i~ke!~♥ It started at the base of her spine like a wave of erratic living energy crawling through every fiber of her being, finally exploding in her mind flooding her vision with a plethora of colors.
As Applebloom’s sex clamped down tighter and tighter, Spike’s stamina had finally hit its limit. Fierce liquid fire erupted from the dragon’s member, and began to fill Applebloom like a torrent of heated ferocity. As Spike’s elation died down, so did the energy that had been running rampant through him only a moment ago, and due to this odd newfound exhaustion, Spike collapsed onto his back and shortly after was joined by an exhausted, panting Applebloom, who quickly nuzzled into his chest after planting a kiss on his cheek. There were a thousand things that the pair of lovers needed to discuss, but at the moment, Applebloom’s peaceful sleeping form wrapped around his spent frame was more than enough to convince Spike that it could wait until later. Thus the dragon allowed himself to join his equine counterpart in the blissful realm of dreams, but just before his mind shifted into unconsciousness he heard Applebloom mumble something from her placid state. “Ah finally got my very-special somedragon...”
Spike grinned weakly as his eyelids grew heavy. “You sure did Applebloom, you sure did...”
Je ne sais quoi, mais c’est la vie. Au revoir mon ami!
La Fin
