Author's Note

Special thanks to everyone that read this!

If you enjoyed it, then go and give some love to Ebony Stallion, too!

Special thanks to Shimmering Stallion for his huge help in editing.

*Due to time constraints the the third part and the Epilogue are left undedited, but shall be updated once Shimmering Stallion finishes with them.*

Part 1

Dancing on Sunshine

“So glad you could join me today,” Rarity said putting down her cup of tea. “I’ve been looking forward for a little lady talk and just relax for a change.”

“I know what you mean, Rarity, we have been a bit on edge as of late thanks to our work,” Redheart replied with a bright smile. “Coco has told us how busy you’ve been these past weeks preparing the outfits for Sapphire Shores and Countess Coloratura,” Coco, whom was sitting sandwiched between her and Milano and wearing her usual dress, blushed a little as she drank her chai tea.

Rarity waved the comment off with her hand while smiling at the nurse. “It is not that demanding, but I admit it is quite tasking when it comes to preparing so many new, different costumes. It is fortunate that Sassy Saddles can help us with their copies and the subsequent in demand they tend to have. Although Rara is no longer ‘Countess Coloratura’ she still needs the best of the best.”

“We are quite happy to help her achieve her dreams and help an old friend of Applejack,” Coco chimed in with her sweet, bubbly tone.

“I can only imagine what it's like to know so many superstars and important figures like you do, Rarity,” Milano said finishing her tea before Rarity used her magic to fill her cup again. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome darling,” Rarity said giggling a little. “And it’s not that impressive to be completely honest. Sure, the first times you meet a celebrity or somepony of high status is exhilarating but when you realize they are no different from normal ponies it really loses its charm,” Rarity drank a bit more of her tea. “Besides, the girls and I are all your friends.”

“Yeah, but you don’t count!” Milano said with a huge smile. “You’re the Elements of Harmony, National Heroines. And Twilight may be a princess but we all know she is still Twilight the librarian at heart,” Redheart nodded in agreement while Coco simply giggled. “Not to mention Princess Celestia gave you that piece of paradise all for yourself to enjoy,” Rarity huffed faking offense. “But… now that I think of it and if you don’t mind us asking, what did the others ask from the princess?”

Rarity looked confused for a moment before replying. “Whatever do you mean, Milano?”

“Well, you got that beach house---thank you again for lending it to us--- for your ‘services to the crown’ sure, but what about Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie?” Redheart asked with curiosity. “I half expected Rainbow Dash asking to become a Wonderbolt.”

“You and I both, darling,” Rarity said refilling her cup. “But she said that if she were to become a Wonderbolt she’d do it on her own merits.”

“That’s surprisingly mature for her,” Coco admitted.

“No, she asked to have her entire collection autographed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Redheart raised a brow, seeing the look on Rarity’s face.

“By the entire team. It took them five days to finish,” Rarity barely managed to contain her laughter upon seeing the shock on their faces. “And she wasn’t the worst, that honour goes to our shy friend. Fluttershy asked to have an unlimited supply of food, water, medicines, funds and equipment to allow her animal friends to live in her cottage without any worries. How do you think she can maintain Harry the bear and Pudge the seal? Princess Celestia had to create a unique bank account just for her.” Rarity took a sip out of her tea while her friends looked at her with some skepticism. “Although she earns her own bits as a professional veterinarian.”

“What about Pinkie Pie?” Coco asked unsure if she wanted to hear the answer or not.

“She threw a party for Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. It was a private gathering of sorts, as you can understand; nevertheless our Pinkie gave the princesses one of their best days ever,” Rarity sighed happily. “I’ve never seen them smile like that before or after.”

“How thoughtful of her!” Milano stated proudly. “She’s always thinking of others and how to make them smile; Pinkie’s such a dear.”

“Indeed she is,” Rarity agreed. “For her part, Applejack didn’t ask for anything, she even refused Princess Celestia’s offer to at least clear Sweet Apple Acres’ debt,” the three mares took a glance between themselves before looking at Rarity once more.

“I wasn’t aware her farm was in debt,” Coco said in a tone slightly louder than a whisper.

“I know the Apples are sometimes hard-pressed with financial issues but they’ve always managed to get through them,” Milano said.

“Yeah, and it really doesn’t make sense with how much they sell and all the products the farm provides to Ponyville. They shouldn’t even be hard-pressed to begin with,” Redheart stated frankly since the Apple Family was one of the most famous and influential farming families in the region and in Equestria itself, if not the most.

“I don’t know all of the details myself, Applejack seldom talks about it, but it has something to do with her parents,” Rarity stated feeling a little sad about her friend. Sadly few ever knew Applejack’s parents. Milano and Redheart moved in Ponyville years after their tragic deaths and those that knew never talked about the issue either. Out of respect, like her father had told her once.

“A-anyway! What about Princess Twilight?” Coco asked in an attempt to erase the sudden gloomy atmosphere their conversation had created.

Shaking her head, Rarity soon smiled at Coco, thankful for her aid. “Twilight, being the student of Princess Celestia at the time, only asked for more books to read and enough equipment to turn Golden Oaks Library into a proper library,” Rarity giggled. “Princess Celestia laughed for a bit at her request, ‘My dearest student, if that’s what you wanted you only had but to ask for it’ she said after controlling herself. Twilight’s face was so red I thought she was going to faint from embarrassment!”

The four mares laughed a little at the expense of their newest princess for about a minute, the image of an embarrassed and probably abashed Twilight was just too funny not to laugh at. “Twilight requested a fully equipped observatory be built in Canterlot for the School of Gifted Unicorns instead. I think it should be completed in the following month or so,” they all shared another short round of laughter. Only Twilight Sparkle would ask for such a thing.

“But my Spikey-Wikey asked for more ice-cream than he could hope to eat, a golden flag that read ‘Number One Assistant’ and of course, dance lessons for Twilight,” Rarity said while the corner of her lips turned into a smile.

“Spike asked for something? But why? I mean, no offense but, has he actually done anything?” Redheart said before feeling the glare of Rarity. “I-I mean besides saving the Crystal Empire and all that!”

Rarity continue to glare the white mare wearing her usual nurse outfit, although her cleavage was a bit more revealing than necessary. After a few more moments Rarity sighed tiredly. “Sorry Redheart, I know what you mean but I assure you, without my darling Spikey-Wikey we wouldn’t be what we are today,” a comment which confused the mares.

“Whatever do you mean by that, Rarity?” Milano asked clearly confused. Rarity bit her lower lip and pressed a finger below her chin. Her eyes drifted to watch the ceiling and she hummed in concentration for about ten seconds.

“It’s… hard to properly explain to those that don’t know our relationship with him,” Rarity closed her eyes while turning her head to face the floor. “Remember his rampage?” Milano and Redheart nodded, Coco was only aware of such an event when Spike himself told her about the incident. “After that event he became paranoid. It was more than a little frightening to see him push himself beyond his limit. He worked until he couldn’t move anymore, he never ate more than it was necessary, he created his own code of honour; the same one he still follows today with an almost fanatical devotion. For Celestia’s sake, the poor dear had an existential crisis because of it,” Rarity took another sip of tea as she laid out her little story. “His code exists, in his own words, to prevent himself from becoming a monster again. It went on for almost a year until Applejack saved his life from timberwolves, when we finally saw just how bad his situation really was.”

The three other mares didn’t interrupt Rarity at any moment, they sat quietly listening to their friend talk.

“The next day after he defeated the giant timberwolf the girls and I had a long chat with him. I won’t bore you with the details, but things didn’t turn out quite as well as we believed and it made us realize how much Spike meant to us and all he had done. He is, shall we say, the heart and conscience of our little group. We know we can count on him for everything and anything and Princess Celestia knows this, too.”

“Wow…,” Redheart exclaimed still not fully understanding what Rarity really meant but by the look in her face it was enough to know it was something deep and very personal.

“Are you dating him out of pity?” Milano asked sending a harsh glare to Rarity. Her tone took her friends aback but Rarity instantly answered.

“Of course not! I would never dare to do something so vile and repugnant!” Rarity stood up unintentionally showcasing her long blue dress adorned with a few gems and green flames on the bottom. Her ample bust, a rocking set of K-cup marshmallows, bounced a little against her dress at her abrupt movement. “Spike won my heart long before he finally mustered the courage to confess his love for me. I love him with all my heart and soul,” Rarity said with clear hurt in her voice.

“Then why didn’t you say anything to him, Rarity?” this time it was Coco who made the question in confusion.

“I… I couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t have been fair for another mare that had and still has strong feelings for him,” Rarity said as she sat down again. “Do forgive me for my unladylike outburst, Milano,” Rarity asked to the mare wearing a beige blouse and long khaki colored skirt. Milano just gave her an apologetic smile, also sorry for her previous question. “I simply had to give her a chance to gain Spike’s affections and I also had to give Spike time to sort his feelings out.”

“That was very thoughtful of you, dear,” Redheart said tenderly.

A moment of agreed silence fell between the mares before Milano sighed.

“If that’s the case then why don’t you and Spike start a herd and invite that mare to join? It has worked for us beautifully,” Rarity was a bit surprised, and creeped out, when the three mares sighed dreamily at the same time. “Or you don’t see eye to eye with that mare?”

Rarity drank the rest of her tea in one go before answering.”Heavens no, she and I are good friends actually,” Rarity crossed her arms in a hugging motion below her ample chest. “And I have thought on starting a herd before. I love my Spikey-Wikey with all my heart and he loves me back just as much or maybe more but….,” Rarity pressed herself tightly for an instant before letting out a rather haughty and tired sigh. “I must admit that I can’t keep up with Spike in the bedroom all on my own,” she said with a bright blush on her face.

She continued, “I’ve tried to bring up the subject of starting a herd to him but he says that he’s a one mare dragon,” her blush intensified. “I’ve always wanted my prince charming to come and sweep me off my hooves to love me and only me forever and ever. But I’m just one mare and he has more stamina than what I can handle!” Rarity breathed out.

Before the others could chime in, Rarity continued to elaborate, “And it’s even worse because he just loooves~ to service me. I can only go on for five or six rounds before I’m spent but he’s still fine and ready for more!” Rarity practically yelled. “How am I going to properly satisfy him on my own when he has the endurance of several stallions!? If only I could convince him to at least give the idea a chance he might actually agree.”

“I know what you mean, Rarity,” Redheart said finishing her tea too. “When Caramel was dating that whorse, a herd was the last thing on his mind and he was a bit cautious about it even after we… showed him the perks of having a herd.”

Rarity huffed. “Were it so easy for me. I respect his decision, I really do, but I think my friend and Spike could be happy too and we could have a small, nice herd together. I never thought of entering a polyamorous relationship before but the look in my friend’s eyes when she sees us together...” Rarity went silent for a few seconds. “And the fact that I can’t completely satisfy Spike on my own eats me away terribly. But with that dragon code of his in play a herd is practically out of the question.”

The three mares exchanges glances between themselves and to their distraught friend several times.

Rarity closed her eyes and let out a loud sigh of defeat. “Well, at least I can please him in other ways; he absolutely adores my generous bosom,” as if to make a point Rarity pressed her arms up making her breasts jiggle and waggle a little.

The three herd mates stopped their movements and began to smile slowly as they turned to face Rarity. Whom in turn had reopened her eyes only to see her friends smiling deviously at her (a complete accomplishment regarding the usually sweet, adorable Coco).

“G-girls?”

“We might have an idea~,” the three mares answered at the same time making Rarity gulp down in fear.

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“How does it feel Spikey?” Rarity whispered sweetly against his left ear-fin while pressing down her twin marshmallows on Spike’s back while at the same time moving up and down in slow motions; allowing him to feel her warmth and softness. Meanwhile she could feel his scales against her hardened nipples sending waves of cold pleasure up her breasts. The two were simply in Rarity’s bedroom, as the mare, clad in only a tiny blue thong, gave her beau a massage with her rather big breasts, rubbing the big orbs up and down his spine. “Do you like it?”

“Yesshhhh~” Spike moaned completely relaxed under the massage his dear marefriend was giving him.

“I’m glad,” Rarity giggled. She then began to lick and bite his ear-fin tenderly making the dragon moan more.

“This is new -mmmmhhh- new, Rari,” Spike moaned in pleasure at a particular hard bite while she pulled at his ear-fin. “N-not that I’m complaining.”

Rarity continued her service for several minutes until Spike was practically half-asleep. I don’t believe it, Zecora was right, Rarity thought genuinely surprised as she remembered her visit to the zebra shaman.

<><><><><><><><>*Flashback*<><><><><><><><>

Rarity knocked at Zecora’s hut door and waited patiently for a few seconds until the zebra opened the door. Rarity smiled at the mare before giving a quick glance up and down. As expected the mare was dressed in her usual tribal attire which consisted in a ‘X’ shaped silk-like brown bra that held her incredibly impressive L-cup breasts. Her bra didn’t press her breasts but instead managed to hug her nicely while her nipples and areolas, while not completely out in the open, could be easily seen through the fabric; well, only the shape of them but it still left very little to the imagination.

Her marehood was covered by a loincloth made out of the same silk-like fabric of her bra that covered her lower assets nicely, Rarity was barely able to make out two tiny strings that ran along the piece of cloth that she knew belonged to her panties, as they dug into her supple hips. Besides those pieces of fabric the only other things she wore were the golden rings that adorned her neck, wrists and ankles and some smaller ones acting as earrings.

Rarity would be the first to admit that Zecora was a true beauty. Zecora’s azure eyes and near perfect exotic and truly feminine figure was the cause for many wet dreams around Ponyville; mares and stallions alike. Not to mention her breasts were the biggest in Ponyville as she was sure were as big or perhaps just a cup size away from Princess Celestia’s herself.

“Hello Rarity, I’m pleased to see you’ve come to visit. Please, come inside; I can see in your eyes you’re at your limit,” Zecora said while stepping aside and allowing Rarity to come inside her pleasant hut. It wasn’t luxurious or splendid by any stretch of the imagination, but Rarity found it was charmingly cozy and ever so welcoming.

“Thank you, darling,” Rarity thanked before she sat on a nearby chair. “I hope my unscheduled visit doesn’t hinder your work or plans for the day.”

“Fear not my pony friend, your arrival is unexpected, certainly. However, no plans I have for the day, for I finished my duties early,” Zecora smiled at Rarity and in turn she smiled up at her. Sitting next to Rarity, Zecora relaxed on her seat. “Now tell me what troubles your mind, I promise to help you no matter what kind.”

Rarity took a deep breath before explaining to Zecora her talk with Milano, Coco and Redheart until they reached the point of Spike’s unwillingness to even consider the idea of a herd.

“I see that your problem is strange and quite dire, for a dragon to have multiple mates should be natural as breathing fire,” Zecora said with a thoughtful expression. “In my country dragons are not outcasted like in Equestria, for shamans to know their customs and nature is part of our agenda.”

Rarity was taken aback at this revelation. “So is there something wrong with my Spikey-Wikey!?” she asked frantically.

“Not quite what I meant, although it is rare to see a dragon who will only seek out one mate. The problem is that code you mentioned; it prevents him from reaching a stable state.”

“Then what should I do?” Rarity asked pleadingly.

“Break him out of his shell,” Zecora answered without rhyming.

“B-but how?”

“I’m certain Milano and her herd mates mentioned my expertise, for many techniques I know that are aim to please,” Zecora said making Rarity blush and nod. “Very well, I shall teach you one that will put Spike’s mind at ease, but first tell me of this mysterious mare that cause you no displease.”

Rarity stared into Zecora’s eyes for the longest time before she finally sighed in defeat. “Promise you won’t tell anypony?” Zecora nodded. “It… it’s Applejack,” Rarity waited for Zecora to say something but her zebra friend simply stared at her allowing her to continue. “She developed a small crush for Spike after that whole diamond dog fiasco. It never went away and in time her crush only grew. After the timberwolf incident she fell in love with him or so she tells me, Applejack herself told me all about it after the defeat of Tirek,” Rarity stopped once again to let Zecora intervene but she never spoke up.

“A few months after that I found myself staring at him more than necessary and wishing for his company. It didn’t take long for me to figure out I had fallen in love with my Spikey-Wikey, but as I said I didn’t say anything to give Applejack a chance. Do you remember when she was wearing those revealing clothes?” Zecora nodded. “It was all to gain Spike’s attention but it didn’t work out; my dear Spikey-Wikey can be so dense sometimes. Anyway, when Spike finally confessed and we began dating Applejack’s attempts died out but her love for him lingered,” finally Zecora replied.

“You wish to start a herd so Applejack may join, but is it for friendship and love or for what you cannot do alone with your loin?”

Rarity’s blush intensified. “B-both,” Rarity mumbled. “I know Spike could love Applejack like he loves me if he would only give her the chance. And Celestia knows I can’t handle him on my own.”

Zecora got up from her seat. “Then follow me to my bedroom with haste, for I shall teach you a skill in accordance with your taste,” Rarity thanked Zecora multiple times as she followed close. “Forgive me for asking, but is there more ahead you are planning?”

“Of course, I only need Spike to agree,” Rarity hummed proudly before a thought occurred to her. “Zecora, darling, when was the last time you went out on a vacation?”

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I’m so glad Zecora agreed to come just in case we need more advice. Now all that’s left is to convince Spike and Applejack, alright, here goes nothing! Rarity thought before taking a deep breath and then breathing out slowly against Spike’s cheek, ending with a teasing lick.

“Spikey, love?” Spike hummed pleasantly in response. “What do you say if we have a little vacation?”

“Sounds… good,” Spike enjoying his treatment. “I… I just have to ask…T-Twilight for some… time off.”

“I already asked her, love,” Rarity licked his cheek again before kissing him softly and at the same time pressed her breasts and body further onto him.

Spike purred. “B-but what about your orders?”

“Already finished, Coco and Sassy can handle the rest themselves,” Spike moaned in approval.

“Where do you… -mmmm-… want to go, my love?”

So far so good. “I was thinking that it would be just daaaaarling to spend some time in my beach house,” Rarity leaned in a little to kiss him. She instantly felt his thin yet strong and agile tongue invade her mouth and wrap itself around her own tongue. Their kiss lasted for almost half a minute until Rarity broke it, a string of saliva creating a bridge between their lips. “Just you, me, the ocean, the beach……and a couple of friends.”

Spike’s muscles tensed considerably beneath her touch. He didn’t respond or moan, he went silent for a couple of seconds despite Rarity’s actions never ceasing. “Which friends?” he asked softly.

“Just two of our friends, darling,” Rarity said in a borderline sickly sweet tone. “Zecora and Applejack. Zecora already agreed but we’ll go tomorrow to ask Applejack. They more than deserve a vacation, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know… Are you sure I wouldn’t bother you all?” Spike asked before purring in delight.

I can’t believe this is actually working, Rarity thought a bit surprised. “That’s one of the reasons I love you so much, my sweet,” she kissed his cheek. “Strong,” and again. “Caring,” and again. “Spikey-Wikey,” and one last time. “Always thinking about me and others over yourself.”

“That’s because you deserve it and,” using his tail he managed to poke and brush her buttcheeks making her yelp in surprise. “Thinking about you is so much fun.”

Rarity saw his smug grin and leaned in to lick the corner of his mouth. “You’re so naughty! Whatever happened to my innocent Spikey-Wikey?”

“You happened, Rari,” Spike replied earning himself another kiss and an increase pause from Rarity’s ministrations.

“I know,” Rarity giggled.

“...…Alright, I’ll go, but only if you promise I won’t get in the way, deal?”

“Deal,” Rarity replied, rewarding her drakefriend with a long, sloppy kiss.

<><><><><><><><> *The Next Day-Sweet Apple Acres* <><><><><><><><>

Spike and Rarity walked around Sweet Apple Acres searching for Applejack early in the morning. It wasn’t even nine in the morning, but they knew the apple siblings were up hours before. Fortunately they had bumped into Big Macintosh, the gentle stallion giving them the direction they should follow to find his oldest sister.

It took them a good ten minutes to finally find the orange-coated mare in the furthest part of the apple fields. Spike and Rarity walked up to the mare preparing herself to kick the tree, once they were in her hearing range Applejack kicked the tree with her right leg. The tree shook for a few seconds before the apples it held fell into the buckets resting below, with only one or two apples missing them.

“Good morning, Applejack!” Rarity exclaimed happily wearing a baby blue blouse that hugged her upper half nicely, a yellowish skirt that went halfway down her lush thighs and a set of short baby-blue sparkling short heels.

“Morning, Applejack!” Spike greeted with the same enthusiasm wearing a plain white shirt that did a good job showcasing his muscles. He was no Bulk Biceps nor a Big Macintosh but he was certainly above average in the muscle department. His face was also more masculine, it was no longer completely circular but it wasn’t gruff or anything like it. Nor he was a superstar by any means but he was quite handsome at the eyes of the vast majority of the mares in Ponyville. He was wearing blue baggy shorts and nothing on his feet; he never wore any shoes to begin with.

Applejack turned to face her friends and the effect was instantaneous.

Spike felt his brain disconnect for a second at the sight of Applejack. Her mostly exposed coat glistening with sweat under the rays of the sun made her look incredibly alluring. She was wearing what used to be a pair of blue jeans now cut down into something less than shorts; allowing the world to witness in awe her puzzlingly long, slender and very powerful legs in all their glory. Spike could also see two red strings running above the sides of her shorts, no doubt her panties… or a thin thong. Above that he could see her perfectly toned stomach and her slender waist, he could easily distinguish her six pack that made her look even more gorgeous, at least to his eyes.

But what really caught his attention above all else were her K+-cup breasts held tightly by what used to be a white shirt, now modified to look like a glorified bikini top. Staring a little more than he should he noticed her nipples and areolas pressing against her slightly wet top that, if the knot between her large orbs was anything to go by, was straining to fulfill its job.

Spike was no idiot, at least, most of the time. He noticed the subtle changes Twilight and the rest of the girls had went through ever since becoming the Element Bearers. They became a bit taller, they had more energy, healed faster, increased tolerance to heat and cold, had slightly increased stamina, they lost a bit of weight here and gained a bit of weight there. Their rumps grew a little along with their hips, their scent became sweeter and hypnotizing and, of course, the biggest change of all had been their breast size.

Take Applejack for example, when he and Twilight came to Ponyville for the first time her breast size was a very modest B+-cup and now she was K+-cup, just a tad bigger than Rarity’s breasts in fact. The one that had suffered the least from these effects had been Rainbow Dash, still, going from B-cup to GG-cup is rather impressive, especially considering how she worked through it, all the while still training to become a Wonderbolt. Shaking his head Spike managed to control himself just in time to meet Applejack’s gaze.

“Howdy there!” Applejack greeted the couple with her familiar southern drawl and a huge smile on her face while her left hand fixed her trademark stetson hat. “What brings you two here so early in the morning?”

“Now darling, must there really be a reason to simply visit a friend?” Rarity said stopping a few steps in front of Applejack.

“Guess not,” the farm pony admitted before sighing and sweeping away some sweat off her forehead. “What can I do you for?” Applejack asked looking to Spike and into his eyes for a second. She blushed a little but kept her smile in front of Rarity.

“Oh nothing really, Rarity was just wondering if you’d like to come with us on a trip,” Spike said taking a glance at his lover. “Zecora is coming too and we have everything ready to leave tomorrow morning.”

“Aww shucks, I dunno if I can, harvest season is over but--”

“Shush shush shush, Applejack you’ve been working too much lately, you deserve a little break I insist on you coming with us. We’re going to stay at my beach house for a couple of days, a week at most, surely Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom can take care of the farm just fine,” Rarity said interrupting her friend. “Believe me darling, you want to come,” Rarity gave Applejack a small smirk.

Applejack for her part was going to explain why she couldn’t leave the farm before she saw the smirk of Rarity, soon followed by a quick glance at Spike. Applejack blushed like never before and hung her mouth open for a few seconds.

“Y-you sure?” Applejack asked a bit louder than intended.

“Of course, what are friends for, am I right, Spikey?”

Spike locked gazes with Applejack for a moment, their green eyes staring at each other until Spike gave his long-time orange-coated friend a warm, toothy smile.

“If you’re not comfortable with me going I’ll stay so you girls can enjoy--”

“I accept!” Applejack interrupted with a loud yell, before blushing, as she continued, “Um… what I mean to say, is that I think some time off might be just what I need… heh… heh,” Applejack laughed nervously while she scratched the back of her head and with closed eyes.

“Wonderful! Be sure to pack everything you’ll need, darling. We leave at 8 P.M.. Ta-ta!” Rarity sang happily before grabbing Spike’s hand and dragging him along away from their friend. Spike barely managed to send her an apologetic smile and a wave before leaving Applejack completely alone.

Alone and happier than ever.

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*Ponyville Train Station - 7:55 A.M.*

Spike and Rarity sat on their side of the train cart holding hands and leaning against each other with closed eyes while Zecora and Applejack sat patiently on the other side. All had arrived early at the train station and were waiting for it to finally get going.

Zecora was carrying two leather sacks while wearing her dark tunic. Applejack on the other hand had only brought a small suitcase and was wearing similar clothes to the ones she had worn yesterday with only an added thick jacket. Rarity had brought, much to their surprise, only four small suitcases along with her purse and was wearing a fuzzy coat. Spike brought a medium suitcase and a backpack, he was wearing a sleeveless pink shirt that read ‘PARTY!’ in the front and purple shorts.

“The train will depart shortly, all passengers please board up and take your respective seats,” the female announcer said in a neutral tone.

“Figures,” Spike said with a chuckle. “I’m about to fall asleep and someone comes to wake me up,” he turned his head just enough to gaze upon Rarity’s sleeping form. Spike blushed before leaning in to kiss her forehead just above her horn. Rarity mumbled something in response before her lips curled up into a smile. Spike then turned to face the other two mares in the cart and blushed.

“I-uh-I promise to not get too much in your way when we arrive.”

“Nonsense my dear dragon friend for it is us who should not travel there. Your heart is in the right place nonetheless so we promise to reside with great care,” Zecora replied smiling at the dragon.

“If you say so, Zecora,” not fully understanding her last line Spike continued. “But if you start to feel awkward having me around I can leave at any moment, you all deserve a little time-off more than I do, anyways.”

“Why would we want you to leave, Spike? And, c’mon sugarcube, what’s that nonsense about us feeling awkward around you? For Pete's sake you have seen me and the girls naked plenty of times before!” Applejack saw Spike’s blush intensify while Zecora covered her mouth with one hand while she giggled.

Spike shifted in his seat a little upon hearing the giggles of Zecora. Applejack’s words were true after all; throughout the years he had seen, for one reason or another, his closest friends naked more than once. Twilight was, of course, the most common occurrence and the rest amounted into several sleepovers, late night parties courtesy of Pinkie Pie, private trips as gifts from his mother or by complete accident. In turn they had seen him naked, and his usually hidden member, arguably just as many times.

It had happened so many times that during their last sleepover at the castle the girls were all naked when he had walked into the room to retrieve their dirty and used plates. All of them had only thanked him without bothering to cover themselves. He, of course, being the gentledrake that he was and following his own code didn’t overstay his welcome and left with nothing more than a blush on his face. Still, having Applejack talk about it so openly with Zecora so close managed to embarrass him to no end.

“Just sayin’,” Spike answered feeling Rarity’s grip tighten just enough to make his blush disappear. “You’re gonna love it there, Zecora, it’s truly beautiful; I guarantee it.”

“Spike’s right on the bits, I can’t believe Princess Celestia gave it to Rarity just like that.”

“Not really considering how little free time she actually gets. Last time Celestia got free time for herself was years ago, but she does love that place,” Spike stated while caressing Rarity’s mane.

“For such knowledge for you to possess, has sparked my curious desire, can you tell us how you achieved it, if I may inquire?” Zecora asked leaning forward just enough to press her glorious bosom against her already tight-pressing tunic.

Spike felt a blush trying to crawl its way up to his face again. He scratched the back of his head trying to push it down. “Well, I used to live in Canterlot and Celestia was the one who taught me how to be Twilight’s assistant. I already knew that place when she took me with her when I was six years old.”

“The princess took you with her? Why would she take you with her?” Applejack asked a bit confused and curious. “Weren’t you living with Twilight and her family?”

“Actually, no. I spent a lot of time with Twilight sure, but I wasn’t living with her, we spent so much time together so we could learn about each other, earn familiarity and trust and for my training as her assistant. I actually lived in the castle,” Applejack ‘ahh-ed’ in response. “It’s funny how many think her family adopted me but I guess I can see why. I mean, Twilight is like my big sister, Shining Armor is like my big brother and is one of my bros.”

“Like my brother?”

“Exactly. I do call Aunt Velvet and Uncle Night Light, well, Aunt Velvet and Uncle Night Light though, but that’s because I see them like they’re my aunt and uncle.”

“Wait a darn minute there, if Twilight’s family didn’t adopt you then who did? Or are you an… orphan?” Applejack muttered a bit softer than her usual tone.

“Technically I’m an orphan, remember?” Spike replied with a smile. “And I was indeed adopted. Twilight knows who adopted me and so does Rarity and a few others,” Applejack and Zecora shared a glance before leaning forward just enough to make Spike blush slightly. “W-well, remember what I said before about Princess Celestia? To answer your question, Zecora, she took me with her during that trip because she wanted to… spend some quality time with her son.”

“I knew it!” Applejack said pressing her back against the back of her seat. “I knew there was something fishy between you two!”

“But please don’t tell anyone, okay? Cele---Mom doesn’t want everyone to know yet,” Spike said happy to see Applejack agree without hesitation. He turned to Zecora who only watched him with a proud smile. “Zecora?”

“For you to trust me with such information must not be an easy part, tell me, my dragon friend, what place have I, in your heart?”

“You’re a great friend, Zecora, and I know you can keep a secret better than anyone else,” Spike smiled at her while Zecora closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. Holy guacamole, I never thought Zecora could look so cute, Spike thought feeling his blush increase a little. “Anyhow, what have you two been up to lately?”

There was a loud whistle outside and seconds later the train began to move, despite this the three of them paid no mind preferring to continue their chat for the rest of their ride. After two or so hours in, Rarity woke up and joined in the conversation and also awakening another part he had never seen of a certain mare. The next hour surprised Spike at the blatant flirtatious advances Zecora was making on him, sure it was innocent enough; a giggle here, a slow blink while looking at him directly at the eye and making sure he’d notice her batting eyelashes, a lean here with a shift there making her cloak snug her body, breasts and curves nicely and, of course, the way she just slurred his name from time to time.

Applejack, on the other hand, seemed to be a bit more, well, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what the difference was but he knew it was there and it was directed to him for some reason. It felt strange to him because even though it disturbed him a little bit it wasn’t in a bad way, it was kind’ve like when Rarity and him started dating but not as strong. Her actions were more akin to a weaker version of what Zecora was doing, yet at the moment, Rarity was the one that surprised him the most; simply because she didn’t say something or protested against their actions.

If Rarity caught another mare, outside of Ponyville at least, flirting with him on the street she always leaned against him, kiss him, pull one of his arms and snug it against her two glorious melon sized marshmallows (his personal favorite) or drag one of his hands and press it against her perfectly soft yet strong asscheeks allowing him to give one a nice squeeze. And he knew from experience Rarity always caught all and any mares that dared to flirt with him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know they’re flirting with me, Spike thought automatically laughing at a joke Zecora told. Stealing a glance at a laughing Rarity he questioned to himself why she wasn’t doing anything, it almost looked like she was allowing them to flirt with him. Then the answer dawned at him. Of course! It’s because they’re our friends and she knows they’re just playing around! Spike thought happily.

<><><><><><><><>At the same time in another place<><><><><><><><>

“I’m going to punch Spike.”

“H-honey?” Shining Armor said looking at the sudden fire that had erupted in the eyes of his wife. “Are you… feeling alright? You ahh, you’re kind of tearing the sheets. And what would you punch Spike for?”

“I said I’m going to punch Spike and I will punch him because he’s an idiot. I don’t know why but that’s what I feel right now,” Cadance said flatly sending a shiver down her husband's spine.

<><><><><><><><>Back on the train<><><><><><><><>

His line of thought was broken at the calling of his name by his loving marefriend. “Yes, Rari?”

“Darling, could you please get us something to drink?” Rarity asked, pressing her breasts against Spike’s side ever so gently, making him blush a little. He was no stranger to such ‘encouragement’ in public but it always embarrassed him nonetheless, a little perk she found ever so amusing in her lover. To ensure her victory she batted her eyelashes a couple of times.

“I’d love to, Rari, what do you want?” Spike said getting up from his seat; his right arm instantly missing the warmth and softness of her breasts around it.

“Splendid! I want some water, sparkled if possible.”

“Apple juice for me, partner.”

“To alleviate my thirst, coconut water my throat demands, to find some for me I will leave in your hands.”

“Alrighty then, be back soon,” Spike leaned in to give Rarity a quick smooch on her lips. He turned to the other two mares, nodded and then left the cabin, closing the small door as he did.

The three mares waited for several seconds until Spike’s footsteps were lost to them in the midst the sounds the train made.

“Coast is clear, can you tell us what the hay are you planning, Rarity?” Applejack asked crossing her arms. “Don’t be going all fancy with me, just tell me bluntly if what you suggested back on my farm was real or not.”

Rarity nodded smiling brightly. “Of course is real, Applejack, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cause I know Spike’s standing on the whole herd thing. How did you convince him?” she then turned to face Zecora. “And Zecora, forgive me for saying, but I never thought you had a thing for Spike,” at her statement Rarity’s expression turned brighter.

“You’re right, Applejack, Spike isn’t interested in forming a herd,” Rarity declared.

Applejack felt a pang of pain in her heart. “Then why--”

“But we’re going to make him change his mind if possible,” Rarity sighed. “Before you say anything, darling, we’re not going to force him to accept it like some kind of brutish, loathsome mares. But you know as best as I do that If he’s going to make a real decision then we need to get that code of his out of the way first.”

“His made up dragon code clouds his mind to suppress his desires, fear tugs at his heart, stopping him from reaching what he requires,” Zecora said wisely. “Milano and her herd mates suggested our laid-out plan, but it’s up to us to make up as much as we can.”

“I know his code is a real thorn on the side plenty of times, but is it really that bad? And what in the hay is this plan you’re talking about?”

Rarity leaned back in her seat to get comfortable. “Do you remember how devastated poor Caramel was after the incident?”

Applejack crossed her arms with her face forming a scowl. “How can I not?” Caramel, while not an actual member of the Apple Family, was one Big Mac’s best friends since he was a colt and the two of them grew up in close friendship; friendship that Applejack also shared with the stallion to a great extent. After learning what Sunny Drops had done to Caramel it took the combined strength of Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and Spike to stop her from hunting the pegasus down and putting her head on a wall. The only reason Big Mac never went after Sunny Drops himself was because he was in Manehattan visiting their Orange relatives when it happened.

Rarity cleared her throat. “And you know it was thanks to Coco, Milano and Redheart that he was able to finally heal that horrid wound and found a loving trio of mares at the same time?” Applejack nodded. “All of that happened during their week-long trip when I lent them my beach house after Spike confessed a day prior. To say they bonded during that time would be an understatement,” Rarity blushed a little. “We shared a nice chat two days ago where I told them of my little situation to them, in return they explained in unnecessary yet… welcome detail how they managed to not only heal Caramel but to also convince him to start a herd with them.”

Rarity turned to face Zecora for a moment before continuing. “They also told me to come to Zecora for advice since she’s currently giving them lessons to improve their sexual techniques in many ways,” Rarity’s blush intensified. “And I can give first hand testimony of their effectiveness.”

“Ahh…” Applejack replied unsure if she had to feel relieved or embarrassed. “Zecora, you coming is to give us advice or something like that? You have no interest in Spike?” the slightest of blushes graced Zecora’s face before replying.

“In my home land engaging a dragon is a common sight, I must admit I sometimes see Spike at midnight,” it took a few moments for the other two mares to fully understand her words. Applejack simply smiled widely while Rarity smirked.

“Really now~?” Rarity sang.

“Before we get sidetracked, what’s the plan you were talking about?”

“Quite simple, really, we’ll use our charms to bring Spike out of his shell bit by bit. If we come on him head on he’ll refuse us without a doubt and possibly frighten him in the process; we have to do this carefully and slowly, remember he has to make the choice, whatever that may be, without the influence of that blasted code of his. Zecora will aid us and guide us in the process,” Rarity smirked with a not-so-subtle glimmer in her eyes. “And maybe join us? I’m sure her expertise will make our advances easier, darling.”

Applejack saw Zecora blush while she nodded. She felt happy Rarity considered her as a possible herd mate since her crush on Spike was known to all her friends, except for Spike. Yet there was one thing that still bugged her. “Why now, Rarity?”

Rarity glanced at her before looking down at her thighs. “I never entertained the thought of a polygamous relationship, traditional or not, but the truth is that I can’t sexually satisfy Spike on my own. It pains me every time he makes love to me and sends me to Nirvana multiple times, while he remains away from satisfaction each time telling me that ‘it’s fine’. I want to see him happy and content and after seeing Coco and her herd… I… I want to have that kind of relationship. And who better to start one than with a good friend that loves my Spikey-Wikey as much as I do,” Rarity straightened up her head to look at Applejack and then at Zecora. “And perhaps another wild and exotic point of view?”

“Rarity…” Applejack and Zecora said at the same time, they took a quick glance at each other and smiled. “Thanks, I’ll do my best!” Applejack said leaning forward to grab her soft left hand while Zecora reached for her right.

The three mares smiled contently for a couple of seconds before they began to discuss what they were going to do and how. They didn’t know if they could actually do it, they were confident alright but Spike’s code was a big obstacle to overcome. But they were going to give it their best.

On another part of the train Spike felt a shudder travel up his spine.

<><><><><><><><>A couple of hours later<><><><><><><><>

“Just put this here and it’s all done,” Spike said to himself placing the last beach chair along with an umbrella beside it. There were also two coolers filled with apple cider and other beverages nearby, another cooler filled with food, a portable grill, the sunscreen lotions and creams Rarity used and a pile of towels. Sitting down on his own chair right next to Rarity’s he took in the full view of the gorgeous beach, wishing his mother could take more time to herself and just enjoy a good time. “Maybe I’ll offer to sit in for her when I’m back?” He pondered to himself.

The group had arrived at their destination less than an hour prior and after Rarity explained to Zecora what the keys did, showed her around the house and gave her her room, Spike volunteered to put out everything they would need outside for them; letting the three mares to prepare themselves and get familiar with their rooms. He himself was still wearing his clothes from the train, having only thrown his luggage into his and Rarity’s room.

Spike turned to face the house when he heard the door open. He could see the silhouette of his beloved marefriend walking out while he got up to greet her properly; his want, no, need to see her wearing only one of her tight-clad bikinis didn’t influence his eagerness in the slightest. The dragon, however, was frozen in place, his eyes widened and his tail stiffened at the sight of what Rarity was wearing.

Rarity strolled out of the house with a slow step, swaying her hips a bit more than necessary and erotically as a result, wearing her bikini. Although ‘A collection of strings with a few patches of cloth’ would be far closer in reality to describe her dressing choice. She was mostly naked except for the white patches of silk-looking cloth that covered her nethers and her nipples, leaving the borders of her pink, delectable areolas exposed without any regard. Her long legs glistened a little against the sun, her tail and mane perfectly brushed and kept like her pristine white coat, blocked only in a few zones by the black strings of her bikini held together by five golden rings; two above and two below the cloth covering her nipples and one a tad below her belly button.

Spike followed her every step as she walked up to him. Her sexy and seducing walk vastly incremented another part of her he loved to death; her melon-sized breasts - which looked a bit constricted in the already tight bikini - bounced and waggled up and down ever so slightly and in such a manner that it was nothing short of hypnotic. As Rarity got closer he could see a sexy smirk adorning her lips before taking an ‘innocent’ extra bouncy sway of her hips which, in turn, made her tits bounce more for a couple of moments before passing him completely. Spike followed her with his eyes, discovering a thin line of string running in between her perfect ass cheeks and up her spine until it reached another ring behind her neck.

“How do I look, Spikey-Wikey?” Rarity asked twirling around once, her glorious breasts seemingly dancing in the wind as she did so.

“Absolutely perfect,” Spike replied not daring to blink or tear his gaze from his goddess. He didn’t even question her bikini choice since she only reserved such risque attire when completely alone with him, in the privacy of the castle or here; sadly, or should he say thankfully, he never grew accustomed to such a thing. In fact the rest of the girls did pretty much the same even with him around, which spoke volumes of just how much they trusted him with their dignity and safety. Still, that didn’t mean he was immune to their beauty and sexual appeal as he could feel his hidden member trying its best to be free from his cavern each time; much like it was doing now.

Rarity smiled coquettishly, looking back at Spike as she sat and then laid on her beach chair, Spike could hear her exaggerated sigh and see the wiggle on her breasts before the mare turned her face to see him, or rather past him. “Over here, darling!” Rarity called waving her left hand on the sky excitedly. This caused Spike to turn to see the newcomer and Rarity smirked.

Spike felt a kick in his stomach the moment he laid his eyes on the second mare of the trio, another of his close, personal friends. Applejack didn’t walk but rather ran towards Rarity making her strong yet perfectly shaped legs glisten with an unnatural golden light against the sunlight. She was wearing one of her usual ‘bikinis’ that were made out of spare pieces of cloth, mostly donated by Rarity herself. Rarity had wanted to make real bikinis for her in the past but Applejack said they didn’t fit her. As a result, she always stuck to her own makeshift bikinis.

Perplexingly enough they worked wonders for her physique. Her lower waist was covered by a skirt-like piece that was wider on her left thigh turning narrow as it traveled to her right; the piece was held in place by a tight knot and thanks to her running the way she was he caught a glimpse of a red thong covering her marehood behind her red-squared skirt. Looking up he saw her stomach and her abs dancing before his eyes as she ran. But what stole the show were two things; her tightly clad breasts and her mane.

Her mane was free from its hair band, letting it flow in the wind and shine against the rays of the sun even more than her coat. Her breasts, however, were bouncing up and down in such a way that he wondered how her choice of bikini top - a good two sizes too small for her if he had to guess - matching the color scheme of her skirt, was doing its job so well of not freeing her two beautiful orange melons for the world to see. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t trying, as there was a knot resting at the bottom of her great cleavage, looking as if it could burst at any moment. Not that it would make much of a difference, really, since he could easily see her nipples and areolas pressed hard against her bikini top. By far she was more covered than Rarity and he knew from experience that after Fluttershy, Applejack was the most modest one out of the six.

Applejack ran past Spike, giving him a perfect view of her powerful thighs and buttocks, combining that with the previous sight of her form and bouncing melons effectively made his dick silently protest against its prison. Spike shook his head a few times as Applejack reached Rarity and both of them complemented their bikinis. Calm down, Spike, calm down... remember your exercises and The Code, Applejack is your friend and so is Zecora and the girls so show them the respect they deserve for the confidence they’ve bestowed upon you, your princess is Rarity and nopony else, Spike thought making himself calm down and the annoying scratch at the back of his head to die down.

“Marvelous this hidden sanctuary is to my eyes, I would love to come back should the opportunity arise,” Zecora said from the house door.

Spike, feeling calm enough, replied. “It sure is! You’re always welcome to join us next sum… mer…”

He was left speechless once he turned to greet their zebra friend. The first thing he noticed of the mare coming to light and walking at what seemed like a snail’s pace towards him was her mane. He had never, ever seen her mane in any other style aside from her mohawk. Right now though, Zecora had her striped mane down, free in the wind much like Applejack’s mane and as much as it pained him to admit, she looked down right gorgeous; one of his fetishes, aside from absolutely adoring big breasts, were the manes and mane styles on mares. As if reading his mind a gush of wind blew just in time to make her mane dance wildly caressing her body and exposed L-cup size breasts. His hidden boner returned with a vengeance as did the scratch at the back of his head.

It took all of his willpower just to maintain his cock hidden at the sight of her. Rarity was wearing a cloak in comparison to what Zecora was wearing; nothing more than a thin loincloth that barely covered her marehood. Her free, wiggling, jiggling, wobbling, soft-looking, heavenly, watermelon-sized clouds of heaven were hypnotic to a fault. He could clearly see her perky gray nipples being brushed by the gentle breeze and her areolas, while not oversized, were bigger than Rarity’s though not by much, yet oddly enough that seemed to be more alluring to him; in his eyes they were like some sort of quartz; soft, delicious quartz.

“I’LL GO GET CHANGED, BYE!” Spike screamed before running to the house, passing right by Zecora. Taking a hasty glance back he confirmed his suspicion that Zecora wasn’t wearing anything under her ridiculously tiny loincloth and that it was only a frontal piece. He was flashed by the slightest of pecks at her marehood along with the full view of her perfect ass. He quickly looked up in an effort to tear away his sight from Zecora when he saw her looking at him with a worried expression right before she winked at him. Spike didn’t wait any longer and slammed the door shut.

He was resting against the door, breathing rapidly with his eyes wide open. “Breathe… breathe,” Spike said to himself managing to calm himself a tad down. “Th-there has to be an explanation for Zecora to wear such… to wear nothing but that loincloth,” a flash of Zecora’s figure made itself present in his brain. “Stop it!” he silently yelled before the image was quickly followed by another of Applejack as she ran. “Stop it, dammit!” he shouted once more, before finally one of Rarity appeared managing to put his mind at relative, fragile ease. After a full minute, and with his mind clearer, a thought managed to creep in his brain. He rushed to his room and quickly located the closet, opening it to discover Rarity’s garments. Inside was simply a set of similarly revealing bikinis and nothing more.

As quickly as he came into the room he left and went to Applejack’s room and repeated the process, finding a few bikinis similar to the one she was wearing and few others similar to Rarity’s ones. Finally he went to Zecora’s dorm and discovered a couple of loincloths and some potions and herb jars in her closet, and to his discomfort, no tops of any kind. Spike took a quick glance at the loincloths discovering their size varied, and that if he was correct the one Zecora was using right now was the biggest one she had. After that he closed the closet and walked out of her room. Returning to his and Rarity’s room, he sat on the edge of the bed and glared at the painfully hard erection creating a large tent in his shorts.

Meanwhile outside on the beach the three mares were standing below the largest umbrella, talking in its shielding shade.

“Do you think we overdid it, went too far?” Applejack asked worriedly.

“Nonsense, dearest Applejack, didn’t you see his face and how his gaze followed us everywhere?” Rarity said happily.

“Our first move had mixed results from my perspective, we must act carefully if we want to reach our objective,” Zecora said looking back at the house.

“Maybe, but Spike ran off faster than the vermin on my farm,” Applejack said, a little saddened.

“He’s just embarrassed, believe me darling, he loved our little show even if he denies it,” Rarity said proud of herself.

“But how can you be so sure!? I saw his face after Zecora came out, Spike didn’t look all that comfortable if you ask me!”

“Trust me darling, Spike will come out of the house in no time,” Rarity claimed with certainty.

“If you say so,” Applejack glanced at Zecora’s practically nude form. “I get it’s traditional and all that, but did you really have to come out wearing just that?” Zecora didn’t reply but there was a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes. Looking back at the house the trio waited for about a minute but Spike didn’t come out. “While we wait, Zecora, what did Rarity mean back in the train by you teaching stuff to Redheart and her herd mates?”

“An expert in many fields I proudly proclaim myself to be, including those that pursue the roots of the sexual tree. Milano, Coco, and Redheart came to me for previous knowledge I had shared with them in the hospital, their goal a most noble one; to allow their newfound stallion to overcome his greatest obstacle.”

“So you taught them how to be better at sex?” Applejack asked bluntly, her mind not being able to process such a thing coming from the shamaness.

“Oh, Appleja~ack! What Zecora really meant to say was that she taught them how to make Caramel feel more at ease and comfortable around them. Zecora’s teachings are meant to be used to fulfill a goal, not just for pointless sex. For example she taught me a calming massage technique to help me relax Spike before suggesting this little trip of ours and he agreed on his own, despite telling him you two were coming as well,” Rarity took a step back grabbing her two giant marshmallows from the underside. “And all I had to do was use my girls; Spike absolutely adores them and I’m sure he loves yours, too,” Rarity said teasingly at the other two mares making Applejack blush a little and Zecora to giggle.

“Y-you think Spike likes my… tits?” Applejack said glancing at her breasts. Out of all her friends she was the one who was less than thrilled about this particular change. She didn’t hate them but she wasn’t comfortable with them either. “I-I mean a year ago I was wearing… other kinds of clothes but Spike didn’t bat an eye at me,” she said with a sad tone.

“Darling, Spikey was positively smitten with me. Plus his code…”

“I guess you’re right, thanks for giving me a shot with Spike, Rares.”

“My pleasure.”

They waited as time passed with no signs of the dragon. Rarity got up from the beach chair, developing further concern for Spike.

“What other things do you teach, Zecora?” Applejack asked glancing between Zecora and the house door, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Massaging and teasing techniques are my speciality, dances and subtle touches that are meant for informality. But what I take great pride in knowing to use in full advantage,” Zecora touched her massive breasts ever so tenderly, her fingers and palms running down them like silk that screamed sensuality to the four winds. Her action made the other two mares blush at her display. “Is using breast size to please your mate until they break into rampage,” Zecora finished by lightly pinching her left nipple just enough to draw soft moan from her.

After her little display the trio continue to stand waiting for Spike. The minutes passed and there was still no sight of him. Five minutes into their waiting Rarity began to fear they had really pushed themselves too hard on her drakefriend. Her fears were dissolved when, much to her joy, Spike came out of the house wearing a pair of purple trunks with green borders and flames adorning the waistline, the colors matching his own.

Now it was the mares’ turn to watch him intently. They saw his long, above-average muscular legs and his feet claws digging into the sand; each step impressively not disturbing the sand below. Behind him they could see his tail swaying to and fro calmly; its thinness mislead the actual power it had. His arms were hanging still on his sides and they could make out a noticeable amount of muscles below his shining scales. His front was a mix between his green belly scales that ran from his lower jaw all the way to the down-side of his tail’s spear head end, and his purple scales that covered the rest of his body for the exception of his spikes and barbs.

He didn’t look strong thanks to his lack of muscular physique but the mares knew he was far stronger than any stallion in Ponyville, even more than the mighty Bulk Biceps and Big Macintosh and his stamina was something to be envied (Rarity had tested his endurance personally multiple times). The fact that his pectorals, biceps and pretty much every other telltale body building muscle in his body were, at first glance, nothing too impressive made him seem like a sleeping giant. It was a sort-of-secret kept only amongst his friends and family, which made the three mares feel all tingly inside.

Spike soon reached the mares and without warning grabbed the left hand of Applejack and the right hand of Zecora in between his large, powerful hands and trimmed claws softly. He looked them directly in the eye before he started to talk.

“Applejack, Zecora. Please forgive me for my immature reaction before. I shouldn’t have run away like that or eyed you the way I did. You are beautiful, gorgeous mares and… it was wrong of me to take advantage of your trust in me the way I did. We came here to relax and have a good time and how you choose to spend these days shouldn’t bother me at all. We are close friends so, please, if I made you uncomfortable or bother you from now on, simply tell me so and I shall leave,” he declared without blinking and with confidence clear in his eyes.

“Spikey!” Rarity called before launching herself against her dragon, forcing him to let go of the other two mares in order to catch her. She pressed herself hard against him, her slightly erect nipples brushing against his chest. “Darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” she said quietly against his ear before kissing his right cheek.

“But I--”

“She’s right, you know? You have nothing to apologize for, sugarcube,” Applejack said with a bright blush on her face and also making her way to his left side. “But tell me the honest truth, did you really mean it when you said you found us attractive?” she asked pressing herself against his arm. It was a risky move after his little speech but she had to prove to him that it didn’t bother her.

“Applejack’s inquire rings true, are we appealing for your view?” Zecora asked moving to his right side and pressed herself against him just like Applejack while Rarity kept his arms busy.

Spike lost his breath for a moment before he chuckled and kissed Rarity on the lips; nothing more than a sweet little peck before he chuckled.

“Attractive? Appealing? Those words don’t do you justice. You, all of you, are some of the most beautiful mares I’ve ever seen and know in my life. I’m proud to call you my friends and honoured to have your confidence,” Spike smiled widely showcasing his fangs. Suddenly he let go of Rarity and quickly wrapped his arms around the waists of Zecora and Applejack while his tail traveled between his legs to catch Rarity by her waist, he squeezed them a bit against himself before lifting them up just enough for their hooves to leave the sand. “Now, let’s go play and enjoy the beach. Zecora, I must show you a little rift I’m sure you’ll love!” Spike said enthusiastically before dropping them and running for the water.

The three mares glanced at each other and then to Spike. They smiled widely before running after Spike.

Their mission was officially go.

<><><><><><><><>A few hours later<><><><><><><><>

Applejack and Spike sat next to each other on their beach chairs watching Zecora and, surprisingly enough, Rarity swimming around in the calm water simply enjoying their time. Applejack was busy watching the ocean, her entire body still wet from their last swimming match. She stole a glance at Spike every once in a while; his scales were also wet and the way the rays of the sun reflected on him somehow increased his handsome looks, at least in her opinion. She blushed when Spike looked back at her and pulled her into a one arm hug around her shoulders. He didn’t say anything and neither did she, she limited herself to lean against him just enough to rest her head against his shoulder.

“Thank you, sugarcube,” in her position she couldn’t really see his face but she was able to see him look at her with interest. “For saying such nice things about Zecora and me.”

“I only said the truth, Applejack,” Spike replied with an apparent neutral tone. “And I think I do know about beauty since I practically grew up surrounded by it. Mom, Twilight, you and the girls. Of course that also includes our friends.”

“Even Discord?” Applejack nudged his ribs with her elbow.

“Errr….most of our friends. Point is, if I say you’re beautiful then you are beautiful. I’m actually quite surprised you, Dash and Twilight don’t have a special somepony yet.”

Applejack let out a loud chortle followed by one of her trademark nasal giggles. “I don’t know about Twilight if you don’t, but Dash is hanging a lot with that Soarin’ guy from the Wonderbolts. I thought he and, what’s-her-name? Spitfire, that’s the name! I thought Soarin’ and Spitfire were an item already.”

“I didn’t know that, heh heh,” Spike chuckled for a moment. “I can’t really see Rainbow in a polygamous relationship, much less a herd.”

“Why not? You never know until you try it,” Applejack retreated her head before scooting over next to Spike further, the dragon making no signs of displeasure. “Think about it, if they are then they must have a great deal of respect and trust in each other to be so intimate, and if they’re all happy why should it matter to anyone else, am I right?

“I guess,” Spike replied without much enthusiasm. “And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Why are you single? And don’t tell me it’s because you aren’t pretty or something like that, I know for a fact you have a nice little club of admirers,” Spike said with a smug smirk.

Applejack blushed and scooted a bit closer to the dragon. “W-well, I just haven’t found the right one is all.”

Spike looked at her eyes for two full seconds before speaking. “Alright, spill it, who is it?” his smirk turned into a shit eating grin. “You can’t lie to save your life, AJ.”

Applejack hit him in the ribs again managing to get a chuckle from the dragon. “That ain’t none of your business!” Spike tightened his hug around her shoulder, urging her to speak. I can’t believe he saw right through me like that but yet he can’t see I’m in love with him? You really are an idiot, Spike, Applejack thought as her lips curved up into a sad smile. “‘Sides, it doesn’t matter if I tell you or not, he already has a special somepony and ain’t interested in forming a herd or anything like it.”

“Seriously?” Spike said in amazement. “I mean, I understand his point of view and all, but the least he could do is give you a chance or a straight answer and if he doesn't, then he’s nothing more than an idiot.”

Applejack fought the uncanny urge to facepalm at the sheer level of oblivious idiocy Spike was capable of achieving.

“Well, his loss, I suppose. You’re the most dependable of ponies, a beauty in your own right and one of the greatest mares I know,” Spike said flashing a smile to her. “You’re one of my best friends and I’m happy you’re here with me today, Applejack.”

Applejack blushed madly at his statement and with one final scoot she was finally sitting completely next to him with her flank, more specifically her cutie mark, brushing against his trunks. Feeling a bit courageous she leaned in to his side and gave him a full blown kiss to his cheek. Spike jumped a little in surprise at her kiss; blushing hard he touched his kissed cheek with his free hand and looked at Applejack.

“Thank you, Spike,” Applejack said almost whispering. “And by the way, I think you’re pretty handsome yourself, Rarity is a very lucky mare to have you at her side,” Applejack got up, pulling Spike with her. Once both of them were standing up she hugged him, pressing her melon-sized breasts hard against his chest. “I love how warm you are; gentle and welcoming, just like home.”

“Uuummmm--” words failed Spike as he felt her two large, cloud-soft tits pressing against him. All he knew was that he had to do something about it and fast; quickly remembering his time alone inside the house.

After his little discovery, Spike had spent a good couple of minutes controlling his emotions and urges. A task easier said than done for sure, thanks to the images of all three mares flashing in front of his eyes relentlessly. His conviction, however, was the first to recover and if Rarity was okay with what was going on then he would be too, no matter what. After all, there was no real harm in what they were doing; he was the one truly at fault for disrespecting them the way he had. With that the maddening scraping at the back of his head was gone. He was in control of his emotions; he wasn’t some sort of pervert, or Celestia forbid, a monster and he was damn determined to remain that way.

Again, a task easier said than done in his current situation. This was the first time such blatant advances and teasing were thrown his way and with such intensity; even his previous experiences in dealing with his six mare-friends couldn't compare since they were, for the most part, good natured, platonic and for fun. Thanks to those experiences he wasn’t blind, or at the very least ignorant, and could tell something was up between the three mares. What exactly? He wasn’t sure but he knew he was in the middle of it and that was what scared him. Shaking his head rapidly Spike decided he would prove to be stronger than whatever this was.

“Hey, you hungry? Cause I’m famished!” Spike, without ending the hug, turned to see Zecora and his marefriend. “HEY! I’m gonna prepare our meal!” he shouted receiving in response a distant ‘Alright!’. He was about to tell Applejack to let him go when she did so herself. “Mind giving me a hand?” he asked seeing the mare reach for her skirt.

Applejack undid the knot of her skirt allowing Spike to see her red thong that hugged the outer lips of her marehood nicely. “Sure thing partner!” she said before dropping the wet skirt on her chair. “There we go, now I feel all freshened up!”

“I can tell,” Spike commented peeling away his gaze from her thong-clad marehood and up to her breasts again. They bounced a little while Applejack stretched her arms backwards giving him a full view of her cleavage. How in the name of Luna is that knot holding up? He wondered to himself truly impressed her bra didn’t burst into shreds from the obvious strain her two great melons put on it.

The duo moved to the grill and began to prepare their meal. It was mostly salad with a few stewed carrots, apple pie for dessert, a nice-looking hay and broccoli mash-up and his famous guacamole. It took them almost twenty minutes before they had everything ready for a nice little banquet. Applejack called her friends to come to eat while she and Spike sat at their respective chairs holding a bowl and eating away at their meal.

Spike was munching happily when he saw the other two beauties come out of the water. Both Rarity and Zecora looked enticing with their wet, rather long manes clinging to their bodies nicely. Rarity shook her head in a slow and slightly exaggerated manner, letting her water-drenched mane dance for a couple of seconds. Zecora grabbed her mane in between her hands including the mane partially covering her breasts. The shamaness did a swift movement with her hands and almost instantly her mane was mostly dry, she then did a similar motion to Rarity although not as pronounced. Spike swallowed the entire carrot he had on his mouth when their breasts bounced in tandem with their movements, made all the more hypnotizing upon seeing their perky nipples semi-erect from the water’s coolness.

Shaking his head for a moment Spike regained his composure before Rarity and Zecora reached the table and began helping themselves to the food. Rarity sat next to Spike to enjoy her meal while Zecora sat next to Applejack. The following minutes were relatively uneventful, making their meal a relaxing, enjoyable one.

“Oh my, how clumsy of me,” Rarity said gaining the attention of her drakefriend.

Spike was going to ask what was wrong but before any words left his mouth he saw a carrot resting in between the crack Rarity’s twin white mountains created. Taking it out she dragged the tip of the carrot across her coat, up along her neck and into her mouth. She bit the tip before spitting it and then lick the now flat end of the carrot; all the while glancing at him with the corner of her eyes. After several needlessly long, slow lick she finally took a bite out of the carrot.

“Simply divine! Even for simple dishes your talents as cooks are without match, Spikey, Applejack!”

“That’s Apple Family pride right there!”

Spike was limited to scratching the back of his head while taking another mouthful of salad.

“Spikey, sweetheart?”

Spike swallowed. “Yes, Rari?”

“After we’re done eating, would you mind helping us put on some more sunscreen? I’m afraid we, as ladies, will need your magic fingers to properly cover our backs,” Rarity said ending her request with batting eyes and a little lean, just enough to rest almost her entire left breast on his right arm. Rarity saw him blush at her request while his lips quivered.

Spike visibly gulped down the mouthful he had before replying to Rarity amidst her quite unexpected advances. “Of course not, it’ll be my pleasure, beautiful,” Spike said with a genuine smile on his face before leaning in and kissing her cheek. Rarity blushed slightly before returning the kiss with one of her own. “After you’re done I’ll pick up the dishes and put the rest of the food away while you girls do your thing. Don’t even think of doing your backs without me~”

A couple of minutes later Spike finished picking up all the dirty dishes, along with the cooler the rest of the food was in and moved them all inside the house.

“Well his answer was rather unexpected,” Rarity said grabbing one of her sunscreen lotions and passing one for her companions with her magic. “I thought my Spikey-Wikey was going to refuse, put an excuse or at the very least blush.”

“Unexpected is not the word you seek. Collected is what you wish to speak,” Zecora said frowning. “His code has built up an outstanding resolve, a wicked barrier that we must dissolve.”

“Whatever do you mean, darling?”

“I think she’s saying we have to take it up a notch. I believe Pinkie told me my brother did something like that when she hooked him up with her sisters,” Applejack closed her eyes in concentration letting the memory come back to her, a few seconds later she reopened her eyes. “... and I think I know what to do.”

A couple of minutes later Spike returned to the trio finding them already resting belly-down with their backs exposed to him.

“Did I make you girls wait long?”

“Not at all, Spikey, we just finished doing our fronts to be honest,” Rarity moaned while she shifted a little in her place.

“Great!” Spike grabbed a bottle, then he squirted a copious amount of cream on his left hand. Grabbing the bottle with his tail he used both hands to rub the cream. Once done, he kneeled at Rarity’s side and began working on her back. “It won’t take long, I promise,” he assured to Zecora and Applejack, both of them silently awaiting their turns.

Spike was ready for more of their flirting but they didn’t say or do anything out of the ordinary. Once he was done applying a generous amount of sunscreen to their backs (and him carefully doing so in order to not touch their breasts or tickle them accidently) he turned around allowing Rarity and Applejack to cover their melon-sized breasts. Not that it covers much, he thought.

“While we wait for our sunscreen to dry, why don’t we enjoy the view some more, hmmm?” Rarity offered resting on her chair. The other two mares agreed and Spike silently laid on his chair beside her.

I guess… I had nothing to worry about, Spike thought as he reached out for Rarity’s hand, she hummed accepting his own hand and entwining their fingers together in a close, loving embrace. Looks like I’m really going to enjoy this week in relative peace after all.