Author's Note

'Last Modified: April 5, 2016'

Holy butts, I didn't think it has been that long.

I was not really motivated for this chapter. I am still motivated to write this story but something about this chapter was not fun for me. So once I felt it got it to a nice stopping point, I would just publish it "as is" without making any changes, aside from spelling errors.

Hopefully the next chapter will be better than this one.

Chapter 3

Like every other day, the Ponyville Market was crowded with loud, impatient ponies. Passive-Aggressive customers fighting each other for the best deal, overly nice stall owners hoping to sell their over-priced wares. Spike always hated this area, always have to force himself through the crowded road. He tried to be polite but these ponies are anything but. Drowning out the stall owners yelling over everybody, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Just a few more feet and he's out of this hellhole.

Pushing through the last few bodies, he broke free to the other side. Free from the wolf den, he came across houses and various stores. The chatter behind him was slowly fading out, making room for the chirping of birds. He picked up his pace to make up for lost time. Weaving in-between houses, he saw his place of employment in the distance. Nothing but trees, he still had a ways to go.

He walked by the fence that marked the Apple’s property, staring at the sign that hangs over the entrance to the farm. The vibrant trees are even more beautiful up close. The sweet smell of grass and fresh apples was always welcome. His job was very demanding but very rewarding. He was free to work as long as he wanted...if he showed up on time. 25 bits per tree was the going rate, easy money if you ask him. He may not look like it, but doing physically demanding jobs was easy, thanks to Twilight Sparkle....and Rarity….

Try to shove her out of his mind, he spied somepony sitting on the fence, right next to entrance. The white fur and red mane told him it wasn't a Apple. Paying them no mind, he walked next to the unknown pony before a hand shot out and stopped him.

“Hello Spike~”

Sighing to himself, he turned towards the strange pony and saw none other than Roseluck.. Staring at the pony, he saw none other than Roseluck

“Hello, Roseluck…”, He said with feigned politeness. Her choice of attire left little to the imagination. The purple tank top barely held her breasts while her thighs were on full display thanks to the green short-shorts. As much as Spike enjoyed the view, he was also incredibly annoyed. It just had to be the day that he was almost late to work.

Roseluck gave him a predatory smile and placed her hand on his chest, “Fancy seeing you here”.

“I work here….everypony knows I work here…”

“Well, I guess it was just fate” she said while running her hand up and down Spike's chest, over his shirt, “Me and my sisters just wanted to know if you can stop by our place afterwards?”

“For. What?”, Spike was hesitant to ask, he already had an idea of what they want. She continued rubbing the palm of her hand over Spike’s developing pectoral muscles, “Oh a little bit of this…..a little bit of that”, she lowly purred.

Gently moving her hand away, Spike steeled his nerves. Like a prey fighting back against one higher than him on the food chain, he projected as much confidence as he could, “Listen, I need to go to work. I would...love…to continue this conversation another time, ok?” Or never.

Not getting the hint, she pulled her hand free from his grasp and continued to rub his chest, “Well it’s later now, let's continue.”

Spike tried his hardest to not yell at her, at this point, he probably already lost a day's pay. Picking up on his facial expressions, she continued, “Aw come on, what's the harm in missing one day?”, she ran her hand further down his chest, and down to his pants, “Don’t you wanna just bend me over and take me right here, right now?”

She ran the palm of her hand over his increasing bulge, over his thick jeans. Spike’s mind blanked once she touched him inappropriately, his body rocketing into overdrive over the unknown contact. His mind torn into two, one side telling him to call for an adult while the other side told him to fuck her right in the pussy.

“Come on, Spike, give this thirsty flower a good shower”, she moaned the last part a little too loudly.

Spike can her nipples are harder than diamonds, right through her tank top. A all too familiar force started to awaken in him, telling him to take her, and own her. Her ministrations made his cock completely stiff, begging to be free of its confined space.

Spike barely moaned, just enough for her to hear. Even though he cannot feel much, it is still an exciting sensation. She leaned over, placing her head just inches away from his groin. “Does the bad dragon want me to suck his cock?”, she said while she grabbed the zipper on his jeans.

“Oh, yes ple-”

“ROSELUCK, GIT OUT OF HERE ‘FORE I GET MA BAT!”

“Eep!”, was the last sound she made as she pulled away from Spike and hopped off the fence and sprinted back into town, “Bye, handsome!~”, she yelled in the distance before turning around and continuing to flee.

A fuming Applejack came stomping up, next to Spike, “And you stay away from my property, ya hear!” Turning her attention to Spike, she calmed down a bit, “you alright, Spike?”

“Uh…”

“Spike?”

Applejack has reached mastery in cockblocking!

Refusing to reboot, he kept staring at the fence, waiting for Roseluck to magically appear. Applejack patted Spike on the back, “Come on, Spike, nothing like a good day of hard work to take yer mind off things”, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, she guided the still unresponsive dragon to the front porch of her home. She sat him down on the stairs, “Be back in a sec”, she opened the front door and went inside.

Spike wasn’t sure how he got here, his virgin mind was still recuperating. He is very grateful that Applejack scared away Roseluck, but he is sorta disappointed that she didn’t come just a little bit later.

He may lack experience when it comes the opposite sex flirting with him, but even he knew that she wanted the dick. Losing his virginity is currently in his top priorities, but losing it to her? Roseluck and the Nympho-Trio? Something about that didn't sit right with him, they must have experience and at least one of them desire him.

It could be that she wanted sex and nothing more. Spike wants to get laid but just thinking about ‘wam-bam-g’day-dir’ made him feel dirty.

I don't know….maybe I've just been hanging around mares for too long...

“Here ya go, Spike”, he focused back to reality, looking up to see Applejack standing over him, holding out a water bottle for him. He took the bottle and ripped the cap off, he took four large gulps before dumping the rest on his head. The cooling sensation on his scales did helped to subdue his raging hormones. “Thanks, Applejack”, he lightly said, “and thank you for helping me out, too”.

She smiled at him, “no problem, Spike”, her smiling shortly faltering, “Ain’t right of her to prey on you like that”. He scoffed and said, “it was both scary and...exciting.” Applejack chuckled to herself, “Ah’m sure it was”.

She stood up and held out her hand, “here, lemme help you up”. Spike grabbed her outstretched hand and was pulled up, “Alright, let's get goin’, sugarcube”. Applejack turned around and headed towards the trees, with Spike in tow. Following behind her, his eyes went straight to her behind, her jeans fit snugly around her juicy ass. Her red-and-white checkerboard, long-sleeve, flannel shirt and her signature stenson complemented her perfectly. Her pony-tailed mane and pony-tailed tail was almost cute to him.

Seeing himself in her ass, he almost ran into her when she stopped. “Alright, Spike, you know the drill, let's get goin’, she said as she stretched her legs.

“Yes, ma'am”, he walked past her and continued further into the farm.

“and quit starin’ at my ass!”

Stopping dead in his tracks, he almost voided his bowels on the spot.

Knees weak, palms spaghetti, he slowly turns to face Applejack.

“Uhm...what?”

Smooth

She gave him a small smile, “just messin’ with ya, Spike.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, “You almost got me”, he turned away and continued further down the farm. Chucking to himself and praising the sun that he didn't get bucked hard (the bad way), he stopped at a row of trees. Raising his leg, he began his work day.

Kick tree, acquire currency. It is hard, sweaty work but the heat never bothered him anyway. Kicking at trees for a few hours, he decided to rest against a bucked tree.

He contently sighed as he gave his muscles a rest. The sweat built up on him helped cool him off in the gentle breeze. Sliding down to sit, he brought his legs close to him to prop his arms on his knees.

The serene atmosphere brought a smile to his face. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the tree.

…

Minutes pass, the rustling leaves and his quiet breathing almost lulled him to sleep. The sound of heavy boots crunching leaves broke the tranquility, causing him to look up to a orange-furred mare.

“Oh hey, Applejack, I’m just taking a break.”

“It’s fine, Spike, I jest wanted to let ya know that, considerin’ what happen’d today, ya can leave take the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you, Applejack, buu…”

“Ah’ll still pay you fer the day.”

“...uut I am pretty tired.” Spike gave her a innocent grin.

Applejack smiled a little, “Pinkie wanted to know if you would stop by Sugar Cube Corner.”

Spike stood up and stretched, “hmm, some of Pinkie’s pie sound good right now”

That has more than one meaning.

Trying to keep his erection minimal, he waved to Applejack, “I’ll see you next week.” Applejack watched he headed towards the entrance to the farm.

She took her Stenson off her head and held it to her chest, “I think I just fed Spike to a hungry wolf…”

“Eyup”

She turned around to see her big brother, Big Macintosh, standing with him arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Raising her right eyebrow, she asked “and just what are you smilin’ at?”

His only response was a shrug.

She let out a small sigh, “Ah figured as much.”

He walked up to her placed his hands on her shoulders. Hesitating for a few moments, she finally said, “yeah, yer right, Pinkie wouldn’t do anythang too bad.”

“Eyup”

“Thanks for puttin’ ma mind at ease.”

“Eyup”

She placed her Stenson back to it's rightful place, “Ah’m gonna go see Twilight, will you be alright here?”

He gave her a smirk before responding with another poetic, “Eyup”.

Blushing a little, she scowled at him, “OH HUSH”, she yelled before scrunching her face and stomping off, leaving a guffawing IDIOT behind.