It wasn’t a week til Mr. And Mrs Cake came to Spike saying she was pregnant. They agreed to help in Spike in teaching him some foal raising tips, considering the results came back she had twins again. Spike took the lessons gratefully, knowing none of the mares with his offspring would let him avoid caring for them when he could.

Moving Next on their plan, which Pinkie now had a scale model of Ponyville and figures of everypony to boot. Applebloom, Applejack, Fluttershy and Scootaloo were up next. Fluttershy will be a bit hard, considering she’s happily dating to Big Mac for a year now, but try for foals of their own still.

Scootaloo would be easy, they would just say Rainbow has sex and she’d be on board and impregnated in seconds.

Spike made his way to her farm, wondering how she’s been doing. It’s been a while since Spike saw her around town. He figured the farm was just busy, but as he walked to the farm he realized more and more that it was almost a month since he had seen her. Even during Zap Apple Season she was seen around town more often than not, getting her work done early in the morning to leave her afternoons free for friends and social activities.

He arrived at the farm, more productive since Fluttershy has been visiting almost daily, bringing her animal friends and making a deal that they get apples from a rarely harvested area of the farm as payment for helping out. Scootaloo helped out too, always glad to be working with her friend since her gym teacher job at Cheerlie’s school if put til summer is over. Either way, this was a mission Spike was on his own for, well, not entirely.

Pinkie had a few favors from some ponies on the weather team, and got a massive storm scheduled for just later today. It would keep him there with all the Apple mares, exactly where he wanted to be. His mind flooded with the mares. Saddened by the passing of Granny Smith. At least she died peacefully, and with family. His mind quickly wandered to happier thoughts. Namely, of Applejack and Applebloom. Applejack was in great shape. She’s a fully grown fertil mare, and all those years of apple bucking has given her hips and a plot worth a gaze. Applebloom wasn’t too different. Her frame was smaller, but her hips were not to be overlooked. They were ample, not as firm as her older, stronger sisters, but that made them bounce more than hers, and for that, drew just a few more eyes whenever she walked or ran. Spike should know, he often looked at her while she bucked the apple trees. Thinking back, it wa before he discovered his lust, and remembering their bounce and recoil from the impacts, made him want her even more.

Speaking off…

“Birdhouses, bread boxes! I got em’ all here at Sweet Apple Acres scrap wood shop!” THe red manes apple cheered. Spike remembered the day she got her cutie mark. It was the best day of her life, and a grand party. Pinkie made sure it was a night never forgotten, for the children. The adults were all so hung over, it was the first time he’d seen Twilight so hungover, she didn’t even want to read. Her cutie mark was one of three. When she began her wood workings and was fifteen, last year in school and over the years got better and perfected her craft. It wasn’t as if the Apples lacked the resource. They had so many trees, if they didn’t chop a few dozen every now and then their orchard could almost rival the Everfree. Her cutie mark, a shield of three colors with an apple in the middle, bounced along with her flank as she showed her wood works to passing ponies. Most smiled, they admired her craft, and why not, it was superb work, especially for such a young mare. Sadly, that was the problem.

Applebloom was young, and in a town like Ponyville, experience was the key to success. She’d sold apples with her family her whole life, and alone on several occasions, which she did fine with, but wood carvings, no matter how good they looked, the Ponies of ponyville didn’t have any interest with the new commer.

As the last pony passed Applebloom, she huffed, dropping her hoof carved birdhouse. “Awh fuck.” She huffed in frustration as Spike came up to her. “How am I gonna show these ponies I make good quality stuff?” She was steaming. Spike saw this clearly.

“You alright?” Spike asked as he approached.

When Applebloom saw him, her anger wavered for a half hearted smile, trying to impose her family taught manners upon herself, out of respect. “Oh, hi Spike. I just…”

“Slow day?”

“I only made one sale, and it was to Fluttershy when she came over to visit Big Mac.” She sighed, eyes barely open, head held low and ears drooped down in defeat and frustration. “She’s still here too, which means she’s either helping him, or helping him.”

Spike nodded. It was no secret about the eldest Apples relationships. Big Mac and Fluttershy, after the apple stallion’s painful breakup with his first love Sugar Bell six years back. Fluttershy was there to comfort him, and from that comfort, love grew, and soon blossomed. Now, the big lug’s heart was mended, and stronger for all it’s past pain. Fluttershy became braver for the relationship, not wanting her new found beloved to know the pain of heartache again. She was protective of him, which Big Mac liked, and sometimes joked about.

Applejack was in an unexpected relationship. Burnt Oak. The two hit it off after the young Apple mare went to him multiple times to talk about her father, to hear the stories she never got to hear from her dad's own lips. It was no secret she was into older stallions, that much was clear given her past relations, but even she didn’t see a relation with her fathers best foalhood friend coming. Still, all it took was some stories, a few too many bottles of hard cider, and a heat filled night of passion to kindle a romantic flame. Most didn’t seem to mind the age difference between the two, anypony who knew either of them would just think it was about time they found someone.

“Ah. So, how is everyone? Aside from in a relationship.” Spike questioned, hoping he could somehow steer this conversation into something he could exploit. It was selfish, he knew this, but his primal urges kept his conscience silent in this moment, as well as his past actions.

“Doing fine. I guess I just wished I’d be making money my own way by now.”

“Oh?”

“Everytime I come out here, the second somepony seems I’m a’ struggling’ with something’ they tell me I should ask my sister or brother for help. The whole point of my cutie mark means I can have some form of independance from my family, not, I mean. I want to be with them, stay and help them of course, but I want to be able to also know I can take what I can do and use it elsewhere, and help them at the same time.”

“So...you want to know that you can make it on your own...but want to know you can make it on your own to help your family?” Spike simplified. He summoned up years of helping Twilight study for Psychology lessons and tests to determine her meaning.

“Yes, exactly.”

“Why? What brought this up?”

“Well, I know helping the farm and helping sales means money to pay bills and buy things we can’t grow or make here, but that’s why I wanted to see and try to sell my woodworks. Expand a little, at this rate, Burnt Oak might move in, same with Fluttershy. Big Mac and Applejack even talk about making a little area for her animals to live in, help protect the farm, live off the parts of the orchard we don’t typically touch cause of lack of hooves on staff or other. And Burnt Oak, if he moves here, can cut down the trees too old for growing apples and we can plant some new ones, and he’ll be selling lumber while Shy tends her animals, and they can help with the farm in ways that ponies can’t. Like eating nasty critters or bugs. Big Mac already does all the heavy lifting and moving of supplies, and since Granny died Applejack’s been looking after the paperwork side of the farm, with help from the Mayor, and keeping all that afloat. It just feels like I’m the only one not able to help in my own way. I can’t lift lots of stuff like my brother, can’t understand the desk stuff like sis is able. Not good with critters, less you count Winona, and while I can chop wood, it takes me an hour to chop one tree while Oak can chop one down in ten minutes and saw it up for sale in five. I guess I’ve just been feeling useless and wanted to show what I can do can help pay the bills.” The young mare finally finished, turning her hoof in the dirt in uncertainty and shame.

Spike grinned. His better half pleading to him, begging him not to do what he had planned with a friend, to such an old friend. It fell on deaf, primal ears as he proceeded to speak of other means of making business. “Well, there’s one way that always makes money.” He spoke, keeping his tone friendly, yet plain, all while keeping a stable expression of sincerity.

“Wait? Really? How?” Applebloom asked, a small, foolish spark of hope breathing in her mind.

“Well… Pinkie, Lyra nad I can all agree that...sex sells…” Spike said, keeping his sincere face, but changing his tone to that of a false worry for her answer and response. False, because he knew at this point, he could talk her into it.

“Sex… Wait, you mean sell myself?!” Apple Bloom said in shock, a mix of fear, rage...and temptation in her mind. “Spike, I...I can’t It’s not right and I’ve never even had sex before and...and… I mean, I don’t even look pretty!”

“You kidding?” Spike interrupted, actual sincerity flowing into his voice as some part of his conscious took over. “You’re hot! You may be smaller than your sister but you’re far more bouncy and cuter than her! You’re nice and always fun to be around, and you’ve never noticed but I’ve heard Sweetie Belle say she sees been jealous of your plot.” By the time Spike finished, realizing what he had said, both parties were a blush of red and embarrassment. “I...uhhh…”

“How much?” Applebloom asked. Her head facing down towards the ground as red matching her mane covered her face.

“Wait, what?”

“How much...should I get paid if I...decide to do this?”

“Oh, um…” Spike thought, trying to find a reasonable price in his head. Quickly, he pulled out his special pouch of gems. Normally when he was younger, he’d eat gems, but as he grew he needed something more in his diet, and Twilight got him special meat supplement vitamins and shakes. They tasted alright, and with them he no longer needed to actually eat gems, unless he wanted to of course, for a snack or like candy. When this occurred Spike learned of the exchange rates for gems to bits. Currently, Spike had ten rubies, and two emeralds. Rubies went for about fifty bits each, at the cut he has them at, and emeralds as large as the two he had with him were a hundred. In total, he had about seven hundred bits in gems. A hefty sum for any pony, and more than enough to pay for a months worth of bills for an apple farm.

Spike looked up at Applebloom, her head now up and looking at him, red as her mane would be an understatement for how much her blush dominated her face. “I have seven hundred bits in gems in this pouch, but It's just because of-”

“My virginity?” She asked, Spike nearly falling over upon hearing those words. He didn’t expect that reply, but decided to go with it, nodding in agreement. “Fine...I guess after that… what’s a good price?”

“Uhh...I guess depending on client and your...own skills… fifty or a hundred?”

“Alright...come on then.” She said, packing up her wagon.

“Wait, now?”

“Well, it’s gonna rain soon from how the clouds look...odd, swore the schedule was sunny for about three more days?” She questioned, putting her carvings and tools into her wagon. “If We hurry we can… make a sale as soon as we get to the house.”

“But aren’t your siblings and their…?”

“When Burnt Oak and Applejack go at it they lock the door, and Big Mac and Flutters typically use the barn. So I think inside will be alright, and if they ask… I’ll just say you were helping me pack and ya decided to stay since Twilight’s out of town and it’s creepy in that castle a’ yours… speaking of, why is Twilight gone?”

“Not sure.”

“Huh? Must be a princess thing I guess.” Applebloom sighed, Spike helping her pack up her wears and the two headed into the farm. Sadly though, the rain started, and Spike and Applebloom had a whiles away from the home and despite the hurry, they had to take shelter in an old put house. It was oddly large for an outhouse, the abode was old but in decent shape and there was even a large wooden tub built into the wall behind the divider between the abode and it.

“Why is this...like a wood made bathroom?” Spike questions, finding the set up a tad strange.

“Granny said this was because they only had a wash bowl for washing clothes and dishes, so grandpa built their first outhouse with a bathing tub built in. Applejack likes to keep it as it, preserve some apple family history.”

Spike nodded, taking a seat atop the now sealed up latrine and sighed. “So, how long until the rain lets up?”

As if the weather team heard him, a loud thunder rang as the outhouse was lit up by a lightning bolt. “Something tells me a while.” Applebloom replied sourly. “Dang it, it’s dark.”

To Spike, the room wasn’t too dark, but dragons have eyes attuned to adapt to such environments, while ponies did not. Being able to see, he decided to look into the tub, only to discover the bottom was gone. “Does this place have termites? The bottom of the tub is gone.”

“Nah, happened before I was born. Big Mag broke it when he was a baby, what I was told anyhow. Hehe, bucked it so hard the bottom completely came off.” Applebloom laughed, earning a chuckle from Spike as well.

Spike thought for a moment, before an idea came to mind. “Hang on, can you give me your bow?” He asked.

“I’m selling you my body and virginity so why not.” Applebloom replied with some annoyance in her tone, removing her signature bow and handing it to the drake. Spike then broke off a piece of the two-by-four wood that made up the tub, and wrapped the top around the wood plank, then, hacked u a large spit wad onto it. “Spike, what are you-?” Before applebloom could finish, Spike breathed fire, creating a makeshift torch and sticking in into the semi muddy and watery ground below. “Wow.”

“A dragon's saliva becomes like lighter fluid when we want to breath fire, makes it burn hotter and ignite things faster. It’s part of our natural magic so it goes back to just being spit in our mouths when we aren’t ready to breath fire.”

“Wow… how’d you learn that?”

“Was in one of the few books about dragons in the Canterlot library, back when Twi and I lived there. Let me tell you, most of those books were all about how dragons breathe fire and how hard their teeth and hides are and such. One was about spells that are effective against them, to restrain or...ya know… not a one of them talks about culture or stuff like that so… I just read what I could understand at the time and that was that.”

“Oh…” Applebloom said. With sme warmth and light, the two sat in silence as the rain outside their small shelter banged and bashed at the aged, yet holding wood of the old out house. “So…. you ready?”

“Ready? Wait, you mean right now?!”

“”Yeah...I mean, it’s not that bad in here, light from a fire, warmth too, and it will...pass time until the rain lights up a little so we can make a run for the house.” Applebloom then proceed to lay on her back, keeping her head and face looking towards the door, away from Spike’s gaze. Not that he noticed, Spike too enchanted by the features of the untouched youngest apple. Her lower lips were firm, the same color as her fur, and faint shades of pink shined through it’s sliver. A worthy treasure for a young dragon starting his hord. “Well, come on then…” Applebloom said, her face red with embarrassment and regret filled her voice.

Spike wasted little time, getting on all fours above her and lining his already hard member into its target. Applebloom took a short moment to gaze down, and her already red face became a cherry red, seeing Spike's rather alien sex organ. “S-Spike… you got uh...two?” She asked, worried the two penisis would not both fit, or worse, she’s lose vaginal and anal virginities this day.

“Heh, yeah. So far everyone says it feels great.” Spike said with pride. He figured since this was her first time, that Applebloom isn’t quite ready for both, so, he only slid in his bottom penis, leaving the top one to rub against her lower belly. It was rough, very unlike with his prior experiences, but he found the harsh sensation rather enjoyable. Unlike Applebloom.

With every thrust Spike made, Applebloom let out a small yelp of pain. She wasn’t moist down there, she wasn’t enjoying it. It hurt her, both physically, and emotionally. Thoughts about her own self worth and if this was all she was good for to earn money. Tears began to fill her eyes, but Spike was oblivious, enjoying his own ecstasy and pleasure above his ‘partners’. Spike then grabbed Applebloom by her flank, the mare giving an audible gasp from the sudden grip as Spike raised her up, making her sit atop his penis as he sat atop the latrin.

Rythmithicly, Spike thrusted upwards, Applebloom clutching onto him to try and have a means of relief from the scratching pain between her neithers. Spike kept his grip on her flank, moving them up and down, squeezing them til they refused to squeeze any more within his grasp, their soft, ample form taking all his palm and claws length and strength to grab and support. He was careful though, knowing that if grabbed to hard that he might cut her with the tip of her claws. Unlike most dragons, spike’s claws were only sharp at the tip, rather than like a cats and such that their sharpness ran the length of the claw itself. It was both an oddity, and a rather helpful feature of his unique dragon anatomy.

“Grah!” Applebloom let out, feeling something drip out of her neithers. At first, she thought Spike had cam, but, in fact, when she looked down, she saw bits of blood trailing down the drak’s legs from her withers. If it wasn’t for that the sudden, and worrying lubrication made the pain greatly lessen,she would have demanded the drake stop, but she needed to prove she could earn money for her family, however dirty it was earned.

Spike felt the blood flow over his penis. He knew immediately it was expected when a mare was in heat, or new to sex, but no one told him it also happens when the mare is dry, for one reason or another and her inner walls where not moist enough to smoothly allow intercourse. This added to his experience though, making his tip slide ever more inside the youngest apple. Both parties let out a goran, Spike from the heightened pleasure, and Applebloom from the sharp poke at the very end of her inner tunnel.

Spike felt wave after wave of pre cum building up within himself, while for Applebloom, every thrust was like something was trying to punch it’s way into her belly with a sharp and dull needle tip. She could no longer grip and bear it as her tears began to flow more like the rain outside. Suddenly, Spike grabbed her waist, a relief to her flank, but then began to move the young apple up and down his member. In his strength, Applebloom could only mover her upper hooves to her mouth and use them to cover and bit on as Spike was getting close. Her legs were spread so wide open they began to get sore and ached. Both from the strain of the long time in the same position, and from the repeated impacts of Spike’s own thighs.

The pressure in Spike’s second willy was spilling into his first, the two bow squirting pre both inside Applebloom and onto her belly. The pressure was about to burst, and Spike’s thrusting quickined even more so. Finally, Spike gave Applebloom one last slove down from her lower barrel. Applebloom felt impaled, like a spear tip was about to stab into her as a sticky wave of hot cum flowed into her womb. She let out a gasp, the sensation so alien and uncomfortable to her that she left her mouth open wide as Spike’s other member let loose a long, high shoot of jizz, at least a quarter of it shot directly into her mouth, and the rest around her lower lip and stomach.

Physical exhaustion filled Spike as he lifted Applebloom off his lower penis, his still hot cum spilling out from her neithers and back onto his member, and sliding down his thighs and dripping onto the floor. Once she was back on the floor, Applebloom gave a single sniffle, finding it hard to sit or even move her hind legs from a mix of a jelly like sensation in them, and the sharp stinging pain inside he. She looked down between her legs, seeing a mix of Spike’s cum, and her own blood spilling out onto the floor beneath her. She sold her virginity, something every mare only has one, can only give to somepony once, and she sold it, to a foalhood friend of hers. She could never give it to somepony she’d grow to love, Finally, her tears could not be held back any longer, and she wheaped openly.

Finally out of his short afterglow, Spike noticed Applebloom’s cries. She was rather silent about her weeping, but his heart heard it like the winds of a hurricane. ”What...what did I just do?” Spike thought to himself, answering his own question immediately. He had hurt a friend. He sighed. He didn’t want to hurt any of his friends or family like this. He began cursing his almost instinctual desire for breeding. Slowly, he stood up, and took a seat next to Applebloom. Before he could get a word in, she spoke first.

“I-I’ll do whatever I can for ma’ family Spike...even if all Ponyville will ever see me good at is whoring…” She said softly through the tears and then grabbed Spike’s gem pouch, breaking it’s lace around his neck and holding it between her hooves. “Heh...heheh...finally earned my share of keeping the farm…” Even though she had a smile on her face, her tears of sorrow and regret, of pain and innocents lost, lever left.

Hesitantly, Spike began to speak. He was worried about how she’s speak to him now. A friend? Or a potential customer? Or, perhaps as a mare on the verge of breaking completely. “Applebloom?” She didn’t reply, too fixated on the gems between her hooves. Whether that was to rid her mind of what she, what he had her do, or she was trying to convince herself that, what he had her due was her calling. “I...look...I’m sorry…” Gently, Spike wrapped an arm around Applebloom, keeping his motions steady and calm, as not to trigger a negative reaction with her, or worse, a desire for another deed, for more money. Soon, Spike was hugging her firm, yet gentle, trying to snap her out of her self-put trance. “You can do lots of things, Applebloom...it was just a dumb idea.”

“It payed at least…” Applebloom spoke, slow and low toned, but it was a bit of worry taken off the drakes shoulders. “More than I can say woodworking has ever done for me.”

“Well...if you really want to earn money, honorably, than… Here.” Spike said, reaching under a loose scale just at the base of his tale, and pulling out a small scroll, and handed ot over to Applebloom.

She opened it. “Keep fridge stocked, dust high shelf books, dust los shelf books, keep books organiz- Spike is this a to do list?” Applebloom asked, pulling away from the drake and reading the small scroll with even smaller written text, making in total three columns of thirty on the small paper.

“Yeah. Things Twi and I usually do around the castle. Most of its dusting, sweeping, and mop the main halls and the rooms we use, the empty ones we just leave till we figure a guest might be staying over and clean it up the day before.”

“And why are ya given me this?”

“Cause, cleaning a whole castle seems more of a job than prostitution, plus, there’s only a small two bars at most here in town you’d be able to find business, and word would travel fast. Can’t have Applejack finding out huh?”

“So...you’ll pay me to to this to-do list till Twilight comes back from wherever?”

“You’re one of the few ponies I feel I can trust to not break anything and you’ve been in the castle enough times to know the layout. That, and I know Twilight won’t be mad when she gets back. Well, mad at me most likely, but not you.”

“And...how will you even pay me?”

“Gems and bits. Twilight is a princess, and before back when we were in Canterlot, Celestia had a small trust fund for me that I was able to claim about a year ago. It’s three thousand bits, plus an extra ten thousand in special gems. She actually planned on me eating them but I grew out of that when I got older. I’ll have one every now and then, like chips or candy but not as much as when I was little. She figured with that when I was old enough I could start my own hord like a proper dragon but… I dunno, being high up in some dark mountain cave just… looking at gold and gems just isn’t as enticing to me as it was when I was little. Plus, Twilight when she became a princess gave me a monthly allowance of five hundred bits and ten gems, mainy from Rarity who gave them to her for me anyway, so last time Twilight calculated my amount in savings Celestia gave me, my allowance, of which I only ever spend like fifty bits worth a month, and I only eat like...maybe five or ten gems a month now… I think she said about one hundred and forty seven thousand, three hundred and sixty five bits in gems and bits together. At the beginning of spring though.”

Applebloom just stared at the drake, that much money even existing failing to register in her mind. “W-what would ya be payin’ me weekly?” She finally spoke. In stutters.

“Well, I payed you like seven hundred bits so...a hundred fifty a week should be more than enough. A four week month will get you… six hundred bits a month.”

“T-That’s more than the farm makes in sales a month! Ever during cider season!” Applebloom explained, breathing fast before leaning against Spike. “I think ah feel dizzy…”

“Heh...didn’t think I had so much huh?”

“I forget you have royal connections.” Applebloom said, laughing and earning a chuckle from Spike as well. “Heh… With money like that we can pay off the farm in under ten years.”

“Ten ye- wait I thought the princess gave you all the farmland?”

“She did, but when mom married ma’ dad and the pears moved out, they bought the land. Unfortunately, some greedy noble in charge of such things declared that merching the properties into one would mean some big business words and basically said we had to pay both our farms worth, and the pears farm. Granny agreed, a lot like Applejack and I in terms of bein headstrong, and since then the Apples have been paying a monthly mortgage of a hundred bits, but some stuff about taxes makes it only that we pay 75, and a hundred is typically all we can afford to pay a hundred so there’s some left over for things like new tools, food stuff we don’t grow, and water and electricity bills.”

“That’s just messed up.” Spike said.

“Well, this all happened before even Big Mac was born, so we just accepted it as part of the responsibility.” Applebloom finished, realizing that, without her knowing, she had a hoof on top of Spike’s belly, just above his double penis. She stared at the alien appendage for a time, her face growing a devious smile, and an equally devious blush to match.

“Uh, Bloom?” Spike asked.

“Now that I have a good look at it-” She said, slowly moving the tip of her hoob wetween his two members. The sensation made them stand at attention like small royal guards. “I can think of lots of ways these can be fun.”

Before Spike could counter however, Applebloom moved fast, and Spike was now staring into her still leaking neithers, the sent of his own cum, the coppery sent of her blood from earlier, and a much more familiar, and welcomes scent. The scent of a mare’s juices, juices of a mare ready, and wanting. Applebloom for her part began something Spike did not expect. The tip of something soft, moist, and warm slid up his primary member, from its base to it’s tip and then began down again. “A-are you gonna blow me?!” Spike questioned in surprise.

“Eyup.” The filly said simply. “But I’m not gonna swallow it. I want these, back in.” She said, never letting her tongue leave her desired part of Spike.

“B-but aren’t you...ah~ Sore back there?”

“I’m feeling better now~” She said, now swishing her own saliva around in her mouth, and once she felt it was enough, pressed the top and bottom of her lips to Spike’s member’s tip, and went down. And down.

“Aaaaaahhhh~” Spike maoend. When Twilight blew him, she didn’t go that far down, nore war her mouth this wet and warm. Spike felt her begin to reach his second penis, and to his surprise, he felt her open her mouth again, and wrap her upper lips around his second member, and trace her tongue between the two from within her hot warm maw.

Spike’s eyes shot open wide. Twilight certainly never took both into her mouth at once, nor had any other of his prior experiences. She was slowly bobbing up and down his members, her saliva coated tongue switching between each member in evenly paced intervals. It was rhythmic, and Spike could feel the pressure build again. A smile came upon Applebloom's cock filled lips. She could feel Spike wanting to cum again, the hardness of his members increased as Spike gave a small thrust into her open throat.

She slid off his cocks with an audible pop. Saliva and pre cum coated Spike’s members. There was a small line of saliva still linking Applebloom’s lips to Spike’s members, and she, as loud as she could, slurped it up like a spaghetti noodle, all the while keeping a goofy, yet prideful and lust filled grin. “Now now Spike, you’ve been having all the fun. Mind if I have a go?” She didn’t let Spike reply, rather, she immediately moved him to the aged wooden floor. And Spike found himself next to their makeshift torch for light. The shadows and lights from the fire made the already stunning and beautiful mare more radiant and stunning. Spike was speechless.

Raising her hips up, she hovered the entrance to her now soaking and willing foal hole, above Spike’s pleading members. All Spike could do now was pure in ecstasy as she slid both his hardened, pre lubed members into her catacombs. Applebloom almost cried in bliss. She felt so full, so warm, and her body demanded it’s fires to be drenched. She moved her hips up and down in fast motions, slamming herself down on each drop to stretch and fill her needy pussy. Spike gained enough sense to take some action, grabbing Applebloom’s plump, squeezable flanks, and began moving them up and down while gripping them as tight as they’d squeeze.

Rather than an embarrassed ghasp, a pleasured moan escaped Applebloom’s lips, her tongue hanging out as heavy pants where her only means of breath, like Winona on a hot summer's day. Brisk thrusts came from both parties, each thrusting faster, harder. Fluids drenched the floor as both parties where reaching climax. Grunts, moans, fluids and other related squishing noises began to reach their peak. Finally, with Spike’s strongest thrust up, gripping Applebloom’s flank tight and keeping it down, and Applebloom shoving as much of Spike’s twin members inside of herself as possible, they climaxed.

Spike’s cum quickly flooded the inside of Applebloom, and squirted out into the floor like spray paint. Applebloom had never experienced a climax brought upon by another, and the sensation of Spike cumming and her own climax was bliss unlike any known to her prior in any capacity. She arched her back, leaning back so much it looked like her back was going to snap in half. She sling shotted back up proper, and wrapped her hooves around Spike’s neck, pulling herself down to him and giving the drake a sloppy, noisy, and tongue filled kiss as the two slowly calmed down from their climaxes, and began to enjoy the passionate kisses while in afterglow.

Time passes as the two cuddled, still enjoying the afterglow in it’s ending session. “So, how was that?” Applebloom asked, she wrapping a hoof around her swollen, semen filled insides. Spike kept his arm wrapped around her upper barrel. It was a nice moment of bliss.

“Amazing…” Spike hummed in a low, happy tone.

“We can’t tell Sweetie Belle though.”

“Hm?”

Applebloom rolled her eyes, an annoyed, yet humored smile crossed her face. “You dunce. Sweetie’s had a crush on ya for years.”

“Wait, what?!” Spike said, sitting up in surprise. “I never...noticed.

“How could ya? Everytime you where over there you only ever gave eyes to Rarity.” Applebloom’s words cut a line of guilt into Spike. He knew it was true, and he hated himself for it.

“What about Button Mash? Didn’t she like him?”

“Yeah, as a friend, and they still are. Thing is, Button’s gay, he and Rumble hooked up like a year ago.”

“Wow...I am so out of the loop.”

“Yeah, no kiddin… Speaking of… I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be having one with all that...jizz in me now. Hehe.” Applebloom said with a chuckle, blush, and scratched herself behind her head. “Half dragon, half Apple? Gonna be the best Apple Bucker this family’s ever seen.” She cooed, rubbing her still rather swollen belly.

“Heh, guess so.” Spike said, wondering if Sex with friends was alright after all, given everything has worked itself out, though, almost went south fast. Perhaps as long as both where willing, accepting, and had a certain amount of respect and friendship, and love, between them, relationships with friends could work out. Friends with Benefits, Pinkie called it. The rain began to lighten up, and Spike and Applebloom decided to book it back to the castle, rather than Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom was a mess, and if Big Mac, or her sister saw her like this, she’d be grounded til she was a great grandmother. “I guess once you clean up you can start early.” Spike said, helping Bloom dry off after an extra steamy shower.

“Hm?” Applebloom said. “Oh, right. Maid work. Sure, where’s the cleaning stuff?”

“Broom closet down the hall. It’s one of the few doors we labeled.” Spike said as Applebloom nodded. “Though I think I need to restock it. I know for a fact there’s enough to mop and dust with, but dish soap and laundry detergent are almost gone.”

“How? Either you nor Twilight wears clothes that often?”

“Yeah but Twilight likes to change her bed sheets every three days. Some hygiene thing I thin- Wait…” Spike thought back, remembering that every second day at night the door to Twilight’s room when he moved into his own would be locked, and he’d hear her crying inside. “Oh… Well… anyway yeah. Other than that it’s mostly sweep, mop, and dust/whip stuff down since there’s not many rooms we use. Also, do not go into Twilight’s lab. Lots of crazy stuff there that might hurt you.”

“Alright. Dang, moping this whole place is easy an all day or a two day job huh?”

“Actually no. Twilight enchanted the mop to, once wet and touches the floor, can mop one area but also mop wall to wall in a line, like, have the mop in the middle of the floor and the magic makes the whole floor from wall to wall left and right get moped in like...the main hall takes me about half an hour to mop up. So the whole castle I’d say is like maybe half a day or less.”

“Wow, that’s helpful.”

“Yeah. I’ll head out to Barnyard Bargains and get those cleaning supplies, you take a nap or start working. Your choice.”

“I might just take another nap. You really made me sore in m’ah rear.” She laughed with a sly, pervy blush. “I can get started when I wake up. You’ll be back here by then?”

“Should be, unless the rain starts hitting hard again, then I can just wait it out for a while.”

“Okay then.”

“Help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen, this storm might last a while.”

“Okay, thanks.”

With that, Spike headed out, taking an umbrella that, in the light rain of the moment, provided enough shelter. Spike went and grabbed some spare bits from his bank account before heading to the store, and purchased the items needed, as well as a, on him, medium sized ‘backpack’. Ment for bipedal walkers rather than ponies. He placed the items, his remaining buits, and a few snack items he got for himself inside before racing though the rain as it began to pick up again. Spike made it to Sweet Apple Acres. Once there, he wiped his feet on the floor mat to take off as much mud as possible, then entered. He was immediately greeted by Big Mac, who was with Fluttershy, huddled together on the couch. “Oh, Hi Spike.” Fluttershy said, the first to noticed his entrance.

“Hey Fluttershy, Big Mac.” Spike replied with a wave.

“Where’s Applebloom?” Big Mac asked.

“Oh, she told me nopony wanted to buy her wood carvings, sucks cause they look awesome, so I gave her some work at the castle so she can earn some bits.”

Fluttershy and Big Mac nodded. “That’s nice. She’s been wanting a way to make bits on her own to help out here also.”

“Yeah. So, you two look really happy, given the weather. Something good happen?”

“Shy here just finished her pregnancy test.” Big Mac said, hugging Shy tighter.

“I’m gonna be a mother Spike. Isn’t it wonderful.”

Spike was a mix, he wanted to knock the shy mare up, but, at this moment, he was a friend first, and a horny dragon second. So, he gave a genuine smile. “That’s amazing! I heard you two were trying for one, so good you finally where given one.”

“Well, it looks like this sudden storm is gonna be going on for a while.” Big Mac said. “You can stay the night in Bloom’s room if you need to.”

“Oh. Thank you. I already told Applebloom to help herself to whatever and spend the night if needed at the castle.” Spike admitted.

“Thanks for lookin out for her Spike. Have some Apple cobbler in the fridge then head on up for a shower and get some sleep.”

“Oh, thanks. You heading to bed soon?”

“Not yet. My favorite show is gonna be on.” Fluttershy said, Pike noticing the TV was on in the corner, the volume was just muted. “I love late night Animal Rescue shows.”

“Of course.” Spike said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

Twilight was in FIllydelphia’s Top most library on biological hybrids and species. There was lots here, even some on pony dragon hybrids. What she wanted to find.

Clockwork, the bastard child of a dragon and a powerful unicorn he captured then raped, was the first account of dragons and ponies having a successful impregnation and birth. His birth was like that of any other foal, though the ends of his hooves bore small claws that grew more so over time, and while he walked like a pony, his fur contained patches of dragon scales, mainly in vital areas that if injured would be deadly to ponies. His bones were far stronger and his skin a whole inch thicker than a ponies. His heart beat at twice the normal speed and while he could not breath fire, his dragon magic, being that of a dragon of light, dragons known for their illusions and ability to reflect light in a way that makes them appear invisible, he was able to mix that with his unicorn magic and created many of the illusion and even some of the first shapeshift spells to ever exist.

He disappeared after he turned two hundred and thirty. While he loved longer than a pony, he didn’t live as long as a pure blooded dragon, aging slowly over the years. Physically he was in his late thirties when he vanished. Rumors speak of him using his spells and natural abilities to escape Equestria and return to the Dragon lands, his other ancestral home. He would be almost five hundred now, assuming he is still alive.

That was all the book had, and while it was a bit helpful, it wasn’t what she had hoped for. As she skimmed through a book on similarities between the dragon races, something caught her eyes.

Most to all of the dragon races tend to eat meat come their time of maturing and their sexual activities peak. Some dragon races even hord gems and treasures to feed their young then lure travelers to their caves to kill and feed them to their maturing young. While no recent accounts of such deeds has emerged in the last seven hundred years, they still require meat at some point of this process. A lack of this at all during this time so far seems to result in a stunt in growth and inborn magics.

Twilight’s eyes widened. Spike can’t eat meat...well, she knows he takes those special pills now but...he wouldn’t eat meat, right? He grew up around ponies. The closest thing to meat Spike has ever eaten is eggs. As Twilight read her mind began to worry. Most of the different races of dragons are told through their inborn magic, and there were a few known races, some legendary, but she never was able to tell Spike’s race of dragon. Is he one of the more harmless ones, or one of the more...legendary and bloodthirsty ones.

She needed a calmer, she needed food also. She left the desk, habbet taking over as she put every borrowed book, read or not, back and left the library to acquire some food. Her cravings have shifted now to… quesadillas… She hates them, and a small childhood incident involving a fresh one and some hot, runny cheese made her avoid them whenever possible, but her pregnancy cravings rivaled her immature fears. At least the hay and applesauce she puts in them makes it look less of one and more of a mushy mess with cheese.

Author's Note

Not Dead, please enjoy.