Sweet Apple almost gave off a festive air from the amount of green and red surrounding Spike as he made his way around the trees. Every now and then he'd stop and look around to be sure he was going the right way, glancing at his phone as well.

He smirked a little at the picture he'd been sent; he recognized the makeshift shower that the Apples had set up in the orchard to cool off and get a quick rinse if need be. He also recognized the young mare standing buck naked under the spray. Her back was to the camera, showing off her own firm ass, water trickling over the cheeks, and giving a coy look over her shoulder with the caption 'Got my own present for you, Spikey' underneath.

Even after all this time, she still wore her old bow as well. "Never would've thought you'd pull something like this, Apple Bloom"

"Tie me up an' take over, till ya done, till Ah'm done,
Ya got me reelin' an' Ah'm ready to blow!"

When he heard the lyrics at first, Spike had to admit that they were pretty hot. He also recognized the voice, which made it even easier for him to find the source. When he finally reached the shower, he had to admit something else

"Push up to mah body, sink ya teeth into mah flesh!
Get undressed, t-taste mah flesh!"

Apple Bloom could really shake her flanks when she wanted to, her hips gyrating sensually in time with the tune. He'd seen the youngest Apple dance before, but never like this. Even with her back to him, he could tell she was running her hands across herself in a VERY enjoyable way. Especially when he could see her hand slip between her legs from where he stood.

And he agreed wholeheartedly, licking his lips at the sight and quietly making his way over, 'A taste? Don't mind if I do'

"Bite into me harder, sink ya teeth into mah fleEEEK!" Bloom squealed when a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her butt. She started to move, ready to deliver a custom Apple-style beatdown on the offender when Spike's face popped up over her shoulder, "S-Spike!?" The righteous fury quickly dissolved as she felt the hands give her ass a squeeze in response.

"I do hope that 'taste' is on offer." He said, giving her a slightly feral grin and slipping his arms around her.

Her face turned as red as her bow, "Y-ya heard that??" She squeaked.

"Heh, never thought you'd be into that kind of music, Apple Bloom." His grin widened, "Naughty..."

"I-It's one of Scootaloo's favorite songs, darn thing's an earworm!" The red brightened and she gasped softly when one of his hands slid up to cup her breast.

"Seems to be one of yours, too, seeing how you were shaking that cute little ass."

"It's..it's catchy..." She shivered a little as he pulled her flush against him and something pressed into her rear. Unfortunately, the mood was cracked when she sniffed, nose scrunching up, "Um, Spike? No offense, but yer smellin' a little funky."

"I am?" He tried to do a discreet deodorant check and caught the combination of sweat, dust and sex. This time it was his turn to blush, "Oh, hehe."

"Of course, yer more than welcome to join me fer a lil scrub-up." She grinned, reaching behind for the zipper of his pants.

"Well, if you insist..." He barely got the word out before he heard his zipper, followed by Bloom wriggling around until she faced him.

"And since Ah'm already here..." She slid a hand under the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, Spike lifting his arms to let her pull it off and toss it aside. She then unbuttoned his pants, her grin widening as she pulled them down just enough to hook her toes on the waistband, dragging them down and pulling him under the shower as soon as the article of clothing was on the ground. The moment the water hit them both, she grabbed a washcloth hanging on the faucet, "Now, how 'bout ya just relax and let me take care of things."

Spike leaned back against the stack of crates that formed a makeshift wall to help prop the shower up, "So, dare I ask the 'why'?"

"Well, in all honesty, Spike, Ah..." Twin patches of pink appeared on her cheeks as she ran the cloth across his chest, 'Sweet Appleoosa!' She bit her lip feeling the muscle under his scales, 'He ain't as bulky as Big Mac, but dang!' "Ah've kinda had a crush on ya fer a while now." The hand lowered to his stomach, "But, Ah guess it kinda shows Ah didn't know how to work up the nerve to say anything. At least until Ah overheard Ember talkin' with the others."

"Oh?" Spike raised an eye slightly, to busy enjoying the wash to really react.

"Once Ah heard her say ya could get multiple mates..." He let out a pleasurable hiss as she wrapped her hand around his once-again stiff member, "Ah saw my chance." Her gaze drifted down to the dragon's erection, biting her lip eagerly. 'Ah'm gonna enjoy this rodeo!' She thought, slowly running the cloth along his length. As she reached the head, however, something below it caught her eye. "What's that?" She asked, lightly pushing his cock aside to reveal his second.

Apple Bloom's pupils shrunk, the washcloth slipping out of her hand when she saw it, "Y-you have two...??" Her mind started going into overdrive, 'He's got two! And they're both...oh sassafras! There...there's no way they'd both fit in me so where's that leave...??' With a loud squeak, she spun around, hiding the furiously growing blush, 'Sweet Appleoosa, what am Ah thinking? Ah wasn't ready fer this!' She quickly slapped herself mentally, 'Not now! You're right there, Apple Bloom! The Promised Land is right behind ya; don't back out now! After all, Spike'll gentle, right?' She was brought out of her debate by a pair of arms slipping around, one clutching her breast, the other rest just above her center, and pulling her back into the shower.

His breath gave her goosebumps when he whispered, "Thanks for the scrub, Bloom. Now..." Her eyes shot open and a soft gasp escaped her when the hand on her breast began to slowly rub and the other slid over her stomach, "...how 'bout I return the favor?"

"Return the--?" She cut herself off with a squeak when he lightly pinched her nub between his fingers. Between the sensations hitting her and the lingering nervousness, that would prove to be the last thing she'd say for a while.

"Shh." He responded, moving to massage her inner thigh, "Just lay back and enjoy."

'Ha...how...how's he know how to this?? Wait...is...is that his...?' She thought, feeling the spade of his tail on her backside, giving each cheek a playful little spank before rubbing against them. When the edge slid just in between, coherent though left her.

"You know, I think you missed a spot while you were washing off earlier. Right...about..." Bloom inhaled sharply at the feel of his hand cupping her mound, rolling his thumb over her clit, "Here." All she could respond with was a small whine as he ran a finger up and down her entrance, each pass sending a shock through her core and getting her wetter as time passed.
"Hm, think I need to scrub just a little more..." Her hips suddenly lifted and she tried to bite back the squeal of delight when he slowly slipped his middle finger into her slickened pussy, his nail lightly grazing her walls.

"Am I getting it, Bloom?" He asked, slowly pumping his finger into her, getting a plethora of gasps and whimpers out of the younger farmmare. His spade rubbing slowly between her cheek wasn't helping her train of thought. It was taking almost everything she had to keep standing from the pleasure assaulting her, the orgasm already boiling away in her threatening to explode. But, just as she neared her limit, he stopped. The tail, fingering her, the hand on her breast, all of them stopped at once, leaving her on edge.

"S-Spike..!" She managed to get out, her voice cracking from the denial and her need, "What are ya...?"

"I need two hands to get your back." He replied, though his tone told her he had something more in store, "Just say when."

She nodded vigorously, spreading her legs a bit more. A moment later, she felt his tail wrap around her waist and both hands running along her back, plus a slight bit of pressure that seemed to encourage her to bend over. A soon as she did, she felt the slight, but not unpleasant pressure of two slightly thick object pushing against her ass and mound.

As this was going on, there was a part of her mind that hollered at her, yelling that there was something she was supposed to be doing instead of this. It was drowned out in the fog of pleasure, however. She eagerly pushed against them in response, giving permission.

The shower provided enough lubrication for Spike to gain entry with a minimum of discomfort for Apple Bloom, aside from the feeling of first-time penetration. Like with Rainbow, he slid in slowly, stopping occasionally to let her adapt, was rewarded with gasps and cute squeaks in return. Once hilted, he began a slow, steady rhythm, running his fingers along her cutie mark and backside.

"Ahh...yee-haw!" Bloom moaned, bucking up against him when he was at full depth, "Plow this lil cowgirl!" That seemed to be all the encouragement he need. With an eager growl, he slammed into her, causing Bloom to let out a squeal of pleasure as her first climax finally shot through. Still on high from it, another squeal escaped her when they collided a second time with no less force, then again, and again. Each time, the firm slap of flesh impacting, coupled by Bloom's gasps and cries and Spikes grunts and growls, filled the air. And each one brought them both closer to the brink.

"Ha...Spi...ha...Spike...Am gonna..." She started to say before her breath hitched when Spike hissed and his shafts pulsed inside her holes, along with the feel of something hot and thick gushing into her. That proved to be all she could handle, and with a shriek, let her second climax hit.

The two stood panting, though Spike's tail around her was mainly what kept Bloom up. "Heh..now that's a shower Ah wouldn't mind takin' again." She grinned, still a little wobbly, only to freeze for a moment before paling some, "Oh no...!"

This brought Spike up short, "Apple Bloom? You ok?"

"Ah forgot, Ah was supposed to bring ya to the clubhouse!" She cried out in alarm, pulling off him and grabbing his hand.

"The club-whoa!" He'd forgotten how strong Bloom was when she took off, almost dragging him along, "Bloom, our...our clothes!"

"Sweetie an' Scoot are gonna kill me!" She whimpered.

Author's Note

Hate to say it, but this story's gonna go on the back burner for a while. At least until my imagination for lemons can reboot. Just don't wanna burn myself out writing them.