Another warm sunny day in Ponyville, vibrant skies with nary a cloud in site, a cool refreshing breeze to keep that summer hear at bay, truly this was a perfect day to be out enjoying oneself with a little bit of cloud surfing, or just kicking back on you flank and catching some well appreciated rest…
‘Or at least that what I would be doing if I wasn’t stuck here…’ Grumbled Spade, the Saddlearabian – now Ponyville native – winged dragon as he carried one of what seemed to be an endless bushel of Sweet Apple Acres‘ famous Zap Apples into the barn for future use.
It was a long, rough, week for the young reptile, never in his life did he expect to take part in such an…interesting process to prep for it the oncoming arrival of the delicious treats, that were well known even his home land; I mean seriously who would have guess that Zap Apples required sweet talking bees, bunny suits and paining pink polka dots.
‘You just had to get the last turquoise doughnut didn’t you; couldn’t just let Spike have it, then we’d be chilling with Scoots, and probably Rainbow Dash, right now rather than hauling apples like a mad stallion.’
Though even Spade would admit it wasn’t all bad, that Apple Family was kind enough to let him stay the five days of Zap Apple Season, they were patient with him getting used to their methods…to an extent, and best of all he had five full days with AppleBloom, and they made sure to make the most out of their time together, if not making breakfast together, she was bashing him over the head with a pillow as he big sister recounted how the young mare used to be so embarrassed about having to participate in the Apple Family tradition back when she was a filly, and other humiliating amusing tales of her youth, seeing her in that oh so curve complimenting bunny suit, and the Apples were kind enough to even give him a basket of apples as thanks for his hard work –which is soon planned on turning into some famous Zap Apple Hard Cider, with some help from AppleBloom later.
Oh and then there’s the bucking…
Lots…and…LOTS…of bucking.
Seriously Spade, couldn’t think of a moment where he wasn’t handing apples, in one way or another…
“There we go, the last stack of Zap Apples, now all that’s left is to grab my haul, say goodbye to the Apple Family, and see AppleBloom about that proper sendoff she wanted…to…Applejack?” Masking his fear behind a nervous laugh Spade found the barn door currently being closed by the Element of Honesty who, judging by the look on her face had a few choice words she wished to lay into his scaled hide.
While he vainly hoped to Faust that she was simply there to thank him for his hard work he already had a good idea as to why she was there; his first night with the Apple Family their youngest took it upon herself to give him a “right and proper welcomin’” and he may have gone a bit overboard…
if you consider making a mare walk with a limp overboard that is…
While she as able to pass it off to Granny Smith and Big Macintosh that it was she was overly excited for Zap Apple harvesting and hurt herself getting ready, it seems Applejack, like he suspected – since she spent the entire harvesting season trying to glare a hole through the back of his head – wasn’t so easily fooled.
“So, you have fun…” Never had such a simple question bore such a terrifying weight on Spade’s shoulders, but of course like any stallion with a death wish the young dragon chose the only course of action that lay before an honest drake like him.
“Yeah, to be honest I had no idea so much went into making Zap Apples but all in all gotta say it was a lot of fun.”
And skirt around the question like his life – more than likely – depended on it.
“Oh really…what was yer favorite part: Buckin mah baby sister, dressing up in Big Mac’s old bunny suit, buckin mah baby sister, paintin’ them pink polka dots, or buckin mah baby sister?”
Shrinking under the stony gaze of the middle Apple sibling the dragon attempted to make his escape, foregoing his reward and planned meetup with AppleBloom in lieu of keeping all of his teeth when his stupid traitorous tail extended out just long enough for the earth pony to ensnare him in her grasp and effortless fling him into a hay bale on the far end of the wall while his only means of escape was properly reinforced to keep him from leaving any time soon.
Strutting up to the dazed reptile, the clops of her hooves leaving a soft but imposing echo within the nearly vacated barn, the mare straddled his waist pulling the straps of his overalls – given him to by her big brother – forcing them to a face to face confrontation.
“No answer…ya’ll must have forgotten, don’t worry, don’t worry allow me to remind ya.”
Bracing himself for the unholy wrath of an earth pony mare Spade gave a silent prayer to any willing to listen that his suffering would end quickly and while he got what he wished for, never in his life would he have expected his salvation to come in the form of his would be attacker’s muzzle assaulting his maw.
So lost in the revelation for a moment Spade just sat that wide eyed and surprised as the elder sister of his marefriend assaulted his mouth while her lower body ground into his fiercely, letting his natural instincts take the driver’s seat Spade returned her kiss with equal enthusiasm, taking note of how similar his impassioned make-out sessions with Applejack was to his games of tonsil hockey with her little sister when his brain – or oxygen deprivation – finally caught up with him and he forced the elder mare off him taking in precious gasps for air as a particular taste registered in his brain.
“Come on now Sugarcube don’t be like that we were just getting started.”
“YOU’RE DRUNK!!!”
“Only slightly buzzed, Sugarcube, just enough so I can do this, now Imma be honest with ya, while I appreciate the help n’ all, you came at the worst possible time, ya see I’m on the last few days of mah cycle and the stallions I would normally see to get mahself settled straight are unavaible, and havin ta deal with you buckin AppleBloom like it was goin out of style at Every. Possible. Moment. didn’t help my condition in the slightest, so now I’m stuck with two choices either I get what I need out of you…or Big Mac.
And I ain’t going down that road so long as I can help it…at least not a second time…”
Taking a moment to let her words sink in Spade sighed understanding her plight and honestly wanted to help her out…dear Celestia did he want to help her out…but not at the cost of betraying AppleBloom.
Unfortunately for him is seems that Applejack wasn’t going to have any of that producing some rope from behind her the country mare was quick to form a lasso and just as Spade reached the barn door ensnared his upper body, wings and all, returning him to the hay bale he’d just escaped from.
“I don’t think yall herd me so let me be clear, I ain’t goin down that road.” Punctuating her point by binding Spade arms behind him as she reclaimed her seat in his lap. “Now it’d be a real shame if Big Mac were to find yall like this after hearing about all the nasty thing you went and did to his dear baby sister now wouldn’t it…”
Spade paled at the thought of the crimson mass of silent muscle unleashing his full fury on him for violating his dear baby sister, the stories of that stallion’s ungodly fury when it came to his family were things of legend, and he wanted no part in adding to it.
“Now that you understand let’s get to it shall we, cause you ain’t leaving till I’m satisfied. Now open your mouth I wanna see what I got ta work with.”
Hesitant at first, out of a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness the young drake did as ordered slowly stretching out his reptilian muscle revealing:
Not one…
Not two …
Not three…
Not four…
But five barbell piercings stretching along a tongue that far extended the length of any pony. Soon enough he world was thrown for a loop as his head met earth, pants and panties soared over him and his maw was filled with fresh Apple Pie.
“Get to it sugarcube.” While the thought of denying the eldest Apple Sister did cross his mind,
Spade was fairly confident that either Applejack would get what she wanted or he would suffocate, and seeing as living was quite appealing to him the dragon went to work exploring the treasure trove before him.
‘I’ll teach you to mess with a dragon…’
Like he would with AppleBloom Spade took things slow snaking his lengthy, pensile, muscle just around the outside of her apple core dragging his tongue along the edge of her opening tightening his elusive pink partner as to squeeze the juices produced from his oral foreplay, the bucking response of his captives hips serving to let him know the successfulness of his performance. The moment her precious seed emerged from its hooded prison the drake ceased his teasing upon her molten apple focusing his attention upon the newly revealed prize, skirting his tongue along the edges of her core while each barbell presses into the seed with a practiced gentleness only further edging on her need for release as displayed by her hand grasping the back of his head desperately attempting to force him in the direction necessary to achieve it but a puff of heated breath on her clit was more than enough to keep her on the edge.
When AppleBloom first introduced Spade as her colt…drakefriend Applejack had to admit that she questioned her sister’s taste in partners, now she far more than understood the appeal of dragons and on some levels envied he younger sister for getting to experience something like this on a regular basis…
And this was only the foreplay.
Franticly attempting to force the dragon beneath her in the direction to achieve a long overdue climax with one hand while tearing away the buttons of her plaid blouse and silk bra, a gift from Rarity, to release her girls from their confinement, the farm mare arched into the maw of the beast below her releasing more and more of her cider directly into his throat, a squeak escaping her throat, with each puff of breath on her sensitive nub, the strength all but leaving her body as his attention to her honey pot grew in ferocity.
She was almost there all that she needed was just a tiny push and Applejack knew she’d go over the edge and apparently Spade had to be a mind reader as he withdrew his tongue from teasing her allowing the cowmare to calm down for a moment, before the sudden invasion of his tongue made her taste sound and hear colors as she exploded into Spade, gripping the top of his head as she curled into a ball riding out an explosive orgasm on his face.
Just as she was about to come down the pink monster inside her coiled up drilling into her without mercy compelling another ruthless climax from within her forcing her straight up as she assaulted his face with her essence, before relaxing on his body, her face mere centimeters from the throbbing monster that lurked in his overalls, though it would seem she’d have little time to enjoy it thanks to Spade whipping his tongue inside her, bouncing the barbells within her as if she was a fleshy pinball machine; her body still pudding for that last two assaults Applejack could do little more than convulse as she squirted on the young dragon who slowly withdrew his tongue from her now twitching orifice.
“Whew…hold on there…partner…give a mare…a sec to…to catch her…breath……how does…AppleBloom…deal…with that!?”
“She doesn’t…I usually do one…or two…tops.” Spade answered, pausing to readjust his sore jaw and savor the taste of Applejack. “So…we done here?”
Applejack’s wobbled removal of herself from his body left Spade hopeful but those hopes were quickly dashed when pulled him onto a bale of hay, his legs spread wide open as she made herself comfortable between them.
“Hardly Sugarcube, now I’ll admit that you put on a great opening act, but like I said we ain’t leaving till I’m satisfied but since you’ve been such a good boy, I figured I’d reward ya for your efforts, now how about I show you how a real mare takes care of things…”
Rather than waiting for him to respond Applejack went to work digging for the prize inside Spade’s pants and she was not disappointed with what she found. While not the longest she’d seen it was definitely ranked high on her list, so much so that she actually worried about how her younger sibling could take all of it especially with its ridiculous girth.
Planting a soft kiss atop the head of his length Applejack went to work on tending to the phallic muscle before her, skill and experience shown as she teased one part with her lips while her hand constantly went from stroking his shaft to cradling his pouch below her tongue dancing about along the crevices and ridges with such skill a trained flautist would be green with envy.
And it showed with Spade’s reactions, it took all of his will power to hold against the assault of the mare betwixt his legs, who seemed to relish in his squirming, probably using this more as a means of payback rather than returning the favor.
And as much as he hated to admit it the oral skills of the elder Apple mare far exceeded that of the younger, the way her tongue curved about the spire that is his length discovering every nook and crevice that was to him making sure not to leaving a single spot unattended as she worked both in tandem and against the twitches of his flesh filling him with sensations he never imagined possible.
Truly this was the tongue of a hard working mare.
And just as he thought things couldn’t get any better the majority of his became enveloped in an all-consuming warmth that threatened to devour his senses in an ocean of ecstasy drawing out an exasperated cry of desire.
From barely opened eyes Spade made out the sight of the glorious mountains that Applejack called a chest devouring his shaft without mercy the pleasurable chill of her saliva coating him now replaced with the sinful euphoria of the warm wet fur of her breast, kneading and massaging his emblazoned staff.
By the glory of the moon goddess Spade could feel his consciousness, his will to resist and prolong this ambrosic agony rapidly fade into the depths of his mind begging him urging him to let go and release the pent up yearning deep within him, and just when he thought he could hold no longer, the sensation faded allowing him a brief instant back into reality; but just as soon as he returned so did the ecstasy drowning him under the sea of pleasure with renewed ferocity; only to abandon him just at his peak to return before his consciousness can reclaim him.
And so on…
…and so forth.
This carnal limbo left Spade in a spiral of pleasure and agony, pain and bliss, so much so that the cries that escaped from her were both and neither enrapture or anguish. What was left of his mind could barely process the lusting haze cast upon it, but even that was enough for him to understand what was before him.
The taunting gleam in her eye.
Her cunning smile.
The aura control and dominance she practically radiated mad it all to clear.
She wanted him to beg for it, for him to forsake his pride and admit that he was under her power.
Something that he would never do…
Or so he believed.
Relishing the realization and renewed dominance that surged forth from him the earth pony readjusted her movements to allow all but his head to experience her warmth taking note of the discomfort in his eyes as she shifted from her steady rhythm to a painfully slow methodological stroke, she could feel it through the erratic desperate spasming going on in her chest he was at the breaking point all it’d take is one…little…push…
Eyes that were practically welded shut burst open at the sensation washing over him; peering down Spade felt all his will power abandon him at the sight, at the sensation of this cruel temptress drooling down the head of his shaft, slowly kneading the warmth into the rest of his shaft, utterly obliterating any wall of resistance he had left as it all erupted out of him onto everything, the ground, the hay, Applejack, even himself, until the mare in question captured the his release in her mouth, truly making a skeptical of his defeat with each overzealous swallow of his seed.
His body straining against his bindings Spade buckled under the pressure of the mare draining him dry his mind still trying to desperately catch up after countless dry releases, but even then it seemed the apple mare wasn’t finished with him yet, with an audible swallow and violent hum and unnatural suction Applejack induced a second climax from her dragon captive just as powerful as the last, greedily devouring her prize to the point that she swallowed him to the base to which the fierce clenching of her throat muscles and inpony skills with her tongue triggered a third release to which after letting that one die down she finally released Spade who collapsed to his knees drinking in air like it was his first time in years.
Both taking a moment to regain their bearings, they faced one another ready to take their battle to its only possible conclusion. Returning to the bale Spade presented himself to the Applejack who gladly took her seat upon her long awaited throne the sensation of being penetrated by a dragon so foreign that she had to hold back her release as she slowly but surely took every last inch of the flaming beast within her.
Spade faring no better, the difference of an experienced mare made itself known with the loving powerful caresses of her heat driven core wringing squeezing pulling and constricting at everything at once.
Overtaken by ferocious primal hunger Spade made short work of the ties that bound him forcing the Apple mare to the ground digging into her depths as if he were a starved beast. His thrusts were powerful and unforgiving, digging as deep as it would reach into the mare beneath him, not an instant passed where the dragon hadn’t sank both his mind and a desire into both the mare before him and his unquenchable lust.
Tails were yanked, manes were pulled, so long as it got him deeper inside her he would do whatever it took.
Latching his own tail around the farm mare Spade had her against the wall in an instant, each thrust rattling the entire barn house, though whether the pair noticed was anyone’s guess, all that the dragon cared for was the convulsing cunt of the mare before him, every thrust made hotter, every slam made it tighter, even if it started to hurt, even if it started to burn, he had to have more he needed to get more…
“SPADE WANT!!!”
“If yall want it so bad then yall better quit with this filly shit and BUCK ME LIKE THE BEAST YOU ARE!!!”
“Pressing off the wall Applejack forced the dragon back on to his back drilling the dragon into her with just as much if not more ferocity than Spade was giving to her. The pair lost in their own fierce lusts continued their endless assault on one another to fill their insatiable hunger the tide of dominance constantly changing between the two; the corner of the barn becoming a battlefield of destruction and their mixed juices neither willing to give in to the other.
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Sore, tired, and slightly confused Spade awakened atop a pile of hay missing the overalls he had on, but covered in his fair share of hickies and love bites, before he could voice his thought the memories of what he’d done came rushing back, leaving him both mortified at what he’d done and worried about Applejack condition, though considering that she isn’t in the barn, and his overalls were neatly folded over a two baskets of Zap Apples with a note on top of them, it was safe to assume she got up before him.
Spade
First off thank yall for helpin’ a mare out in her time of need, while I know it twasnt under the best of circumstances, I’m still appreciative that yall saw it through to the end; and if yall are wondering I’m just fine…during my time of the month I like it a bit…rough and honestly I ain’t never had it so good before. Anyway’s don’t worry bout AppleBloom none, she knew what we were doin, how ya thine no one caught use after all, I just had to blackmail ask her ta let me borrow ya for the day, for the most part this should only be a onetime thing, but just in case Imma hold on to what I got on Bloom.
Hope you enjoyed yerself too, and I’m givin’ ya another basket of Zap Apples as thanks.
Applejack
With all questions wrapped up, for the most part anyway Spade redressed himself, scooping up the two baskets and head home, he needed to sleep off this soreness.
