CONTENT WARNING: ANAL, ANILINGUS, BUTT WORSHIP, SPANKING

Spike woke to the sound of something whirring close by. He sat up and felt his back ache. Pressing against his spine he heard it click into place. “Oooh, gym mats are not good sleeping material,” Spike groaned.

“SLEEPYHEAD FINALLY WOKE UP!” Rainbow Dash yelled from across the room.

The green-haired man turned to see the sporty woman pumping her legs on a stationary bike. Muscles twitching and boobs bouncing slightly as her body bobbed back and forth.

“You’re exercising?” Spike asked flabbergasted.

“Of course! Nothing like a post-fuck workout!” She grabbed a bottle of nutri-potion and took a huge swig from it.

Spike shook his head and stood up. He popped his joints and searched for his clothes. Spike found them on a nearby table, pressed and folded.

“Were my clothes washed?” he asked picking them up.

“Yup! Had one of our maids take care of that!”

“Okay then.” Spike pulled his freshly laundered clothes on, sniffing the cleanness.

“You wanna join me?” Dash asked.

“Nah, I think I’ve got my own exercise ahead of me,” he said heading for the door.

“Yeah, that’s true!” she jumped off the bike and bounded over to Spike. “Alright, what you wanna do when you leave is go right. Take that first left, then go right, then take the second left. It’ll be the third door.”

Spike mumbled the directions to himself and nodded. “Alright, thanks. Uh, see you around?” he waved goodbye.

“You know it!” She waved her hand energetically. “Or was it right, left, right?” Dash wondered aloud moving to the weight rack. “Oh well, he’ll figure it out.”

Following Dash’s instructions, Spike arrived at his destination. He stood in front of a large wooden door with three red apples painted on the face. “Well, I guess this is it,” he said folding his arms. “She said the third door but didn’t really give me anything else to go by.” He eyed the door and hesitated. Spike sighed and reached for the doorknob. “No use delaying the inevitable, I suppose.” He turned the knob and stepped over the threshold.

The inside of the room was quite unlike anything Spike had seen thus far. The previous rooms he had been in were outlandish in their own way; Dash having a personal gym in hers and Fluttershy looked as though she had a petting zoo. But at least they looked like they belonged indoors. This new room, however, was far from that. Spike did a double take when he walked inside because he thought he just stepped outside. The floor was grass and dirt, with a short path down the middle, and a dozen trees lined each side of the path. Not just any trees; apple trees, of several varieties.

Spike moved through the indoor orchard, perplexed by its existence. He spotted several baskets filled with the ripe, gleaming fruit. Without thinking, Spike reached out to grab one.

“KEEP YER GRIMY MITTS OFF, YA HEAR!!”

Startled by someone suddenly shouting at him, Spike nearly jumped out of his skin. He took a few breaths to calm down and turned to see who was yelling at him. Spike recognized the tall and leggy woman from before. In proper light he was able to get a better look at her. He remembered from their first brief meeting that Applejack was a considerably tall woman who had strong muscular arms and powerful legs that could probably crush a watermelon. The only thing about her that wasn’t solid muscle were her respectable breasts and her wide hips that housed her large derriere. Spike was positive you could bounce a bowling ball off her ass. She wore a pair of daisy dukes that barely contained her plump posterior, and her sizeable breasts were stuffed into a small red top. A pair of dirt-caked cowboy boots embossed with apple designs covered her feet, and a simple brow Stetson was perched on her head.

“Oh, uh…I’m sorry,” Spike apologized quickly. He stood up straight and moved towards the woman. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Spi-“

“Ah know who ya are!” she cut him off. Applejack wrinkled her small nose and narrowed her bright green eyes. “Wha’ are ya doin’ in mah room?”

“I was…uh…just following Dash’s instructions,” he answered smiling sheepishly.

“Tch,” she clucked her tongue adjusting her hat. “Tha’ woman. Figures she’d send ya ta me next. Well, tha’, or she simply got the directions wrong. Wouldn’t be th’ firs’ tahm.”

“If you want, I can just leave…” Spike offered pointing to the door.

“No, stay,” the farmer sighed. “I could actually use yer halp. Wha’ with Applebloom being busy with college, and Miss Luna needing Big Mac fer summin.”

“Who are they? If you don’t mind my asking?”

Applejack eyed Spike for a few seconds before answering. “Thar mah fahm’ly.” She took off her Stetson and fanned herself with it. “Applebloom’s mah lil’ sistah, an’ Big Mac’s mah oldah bruthah. ‘Long with mah granny, thar all ah got left.” Applejack stared off into space for a bit, lost in thought.

“Um, so, what did you need my help with?” Spike broke the silence.

“Huh? Oh, righ’. C’mere.” She led him to a group of trees that had blackened limbs and withered leaves. Rotting apples littered the floor at the bases, and the ones still on the branches looked severely undernourished. “Theez three trees here are ‘fested wit’ scale.”

“With what now?” Spike said perplexed.

“SCALE! Theez little buggers that suck the nutriens righ’ outta th’ trees. Rotten lil’ fuckers!” Applejack stomped her foot at that.

“So, what do we gotta do?”

“Well, firs’, we gotta git all th’ apples offa th’ ‘fected trees. After tha’, we’re gonna spray ‘em with a home-brewed pest’cide.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Spike said moving closer to the trees. “Alright, let’s get a ladder and we can start picking them.”

Applejack cocked an eyebrow at Spike before snickering to herself. “Heheh, pick ‘em. Yeah. We gotta better way of doin’ it. Step aside, lil’ man.”

The farmer stepped up to one of the trees and took up a stance. She drew in breath and let it out before rearing back with one of her thick legs and slamming it into the trunk of the tree. The force of her kick was enough to send shockwaves throughout the room. The fruit was knocked free and fell onto the sheets Applejack had prepared earlier.

“(Phweet) That was impressive,” Spike whistled.

“Heh, ol’ fam’ly trick. Pa used ta be able t’ clear ten…trees…with one stomp to th’ groun’…” Applejack trailed off and turned away.

“You okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah. Jus’ got sum dust in mah eye,” she turned back rubbing her eyes. “Ah’right, let’s git th’ othah two.”

Applejack knocked the apples off the rest of the infested trees. While she did that, Spike began picking them up and putting them in barrels.

“I thought these apples were no good. Why are keeping them?” he asked.

“They ain’t fit to make inna cider,” she answered wiping sweat from her brow. “But they’ll make fer good compos’. No poin’ in wastin’ ‘em.”

“Huh, didn’t think of that. By the way, what are you growing apples in here for?”

“Ah’m trahin’ t’ groom theez trees inna zap-apple trees.”

“Zap-apple…?” Spike paused.

“Theez bee-yoo-tee-full rainbow-hued apples. They gotta bit of a kick t’ ‘em, but thar crisp, juicy, and oh so flavorful. On’y prollum is they dun’ come natural. Not even th’ Realm o’th Mist can grow ‘em reliably. They make a damn good jam, too.”

“Wait. What’s the Realm of the Mist?” Spike stopped turning to Applejack.

“Y’know, the magic realm? Place where all th’ magical critters live,” she replied.

“There’s a magic realm?!”

Applejack blinked at Spike before slapping her hand to her face. “Those girls dun’ tell ya nuthin’?” He shook his head. “Ah swear they got one thang on th’ brain.”

“What else is there? Next you’ll tell me mermaids and griffons are real!”

“We’ll cross tha’ bridge when we git t’ it.” They finished collecting the fallen fruit and Applejack moved the barrels to the corner. “Ah’righ’, now we gotta spray ‘em. Follow me.”

She led Spike to a shed where she pulled out a ladder, a rolled-up garden hose and a screw-on sprayer with the words ‘Pesticide’ scrawled on it. Applejack set up the sprayer to a nearby spigot and leaned the ladder against one of the trees. “’Kay, now, Ah wan’ you t’ hol’ the ladder steady, ya hear?”

“Got it.”

Applejack gave Spike a look before climbing the ladder. “Don’ look at mah ass!”

“Kinda hard not to,” he muttered to himself.

Once at the top, Applejack took the hose and began spraying the leaves with the pesticide. Spike looked away as some of the liquid splashed him.

“Bluh, careful where you aim that!” he sputtered.

“OH, quit being a baby! This stuff’s harmless!”

Spike continued to grumble to himself but didn’t speak up again.

“Ah’righ’, Ah’m cummin’ down!”

The green-haired man looked up to see Applejack’s huge butt move down the ladder. He jumped out of the way in time as the woman climbed off the ladder. Spike turned away, face going slightly red.

“Wha’?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, nothing,” he said hastily. “Let’s get to the next tree.” Spike grabbed the ladder and moved to the next one.

Applejack eyed him skeptically but shrugged and followed him.

They sprayed the second tree and finally the last. The bottom-heavy woman fanned herself with her Stetson. “Phew, that’s all of it. Thanks, fer yer halp.” She turned on the ladder and started to climb down. However, the rungs were slick with pesticide and her foot slipped on one of them. She plummeted to the ground, or rather onto Spike. With no time to react, the man caught a face full of the woman’s meaty backside.

“Yeowch!” she cried out wincing in pain. “Sorry ‘bout tha’. Reckon Ah los’ mah foo-AH!!”

Applejack was surprised by Spike suddenly grabbing her ass. He kneaded his hands into the cushiony flesh, fingers sinking in. With his face pressed up against her like this, Spike noticed the scent of apples permeating off her. It was intoxicating and he took a deep breath of it. Feeling emboldened, the man grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. Her ass exposed Spike buried his face into it.

“Now, hol’ on uh minnut! Wha’ d’ya think yer doi-OH!”

The blonde woman cried out as Spike pushed his tongue into her anus. It wasn’t something he normally did, but he didn’t find it to be unpleasant. Sweat mixed with Applejack’s own odor, creating this salty-sweet aroma. Spike breathed it in, letting the vapor fill his lungs. He felt his manhood swell inside his shorts. Further he explored the farmer’s backdoor, undulating his tongue as he did. He folded and rolled his appendage over and over, causing the blonde to moan loudly. She dug her fingers into the dirt, nearly ripping out a chunk of earth. Spike wrapped his arms around Applejack’s backside pressing his face deeper into the fleshy mound. The woman’s eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open, and her breathing became heavy.

Just when it seemed like Spike would go on forever, he stopped. Applejack collected her thoughts and climbed off the man.

“W-well, I hope ya had y-yer fun,” she said, voice wavering. She brushed herself off and started pulling up her shorts. “Now, we gotta git thee-HEY!”

However, Spike was far from done. He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her against the tree. Perhaps he was tired of being used like a living sex toy, passed around for a turn. Perhaps he was tired of Applejack’s somewhat snippy attitude with him for no reason. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Whatever the case, Spike was taking charge this time. He pulled down his shorts releasing his erect phallus, then pulled down Applejack’s shorts once more. With a better view of it, Spike could see the obvious tan line on her freckled backside. He could also see the words ‘SPANK ME’ written across her wide ass in bright-pink letters. Ignoring that for now, Spike took Applejack’s plump posterior in his hands and pressed his cock between her legs.

“Hol’ on, who said ya coul’-OOOO!”

Spike rubbed his shaft against the farmer’s already wet vagina. Fluids trickled out and coated his dick. Applejack braced herself against the tree and squeezed her eyes shut. Spike continued rubbing his length against her snatch. He had done anal once before and remembered how rough and dry it was. This time he would be prepared. With his dick fully covered in Applejack’s pussy juice, Spike lined his seven-inch shaft with her anus. Hands firmly gripping her juicy ass, Spike stabbed his cock into her.

Applejack arched her back and reared her head. The sudden intrusion of Spike’s penis in her backdoor sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. The initial thrust caused her to climax already. Her knees felt weak and she used the tree for support. Spike, meanwhile, resisted the urge to finish so soon. Applejack’s rectum constricted around his manhood, and her sphincter twitched. He took a deep breath and started pumping his hips. He was slow at first, letting himself get accustomed to the new feeling. Every time he rammed his cock into her anus, Applejack’s ass rippled like jello. Spike dug his hands into the woman’s wobbly backside, proving itself to be the perfect handhold. He looked down at the rippling flesh and took notice of the writing there again. Deciding to obey the message, Spike drew a hand back.
SMACK!!
His palm struck the broad side of her ass, causing it to bounce violently. The action made Applejack squeal with pleasure and her sphincter tightened around Spike’s cock. She wrapped her arms around the apple tree and pushed against it.

Meanwhile, Spike gritted his teeth. He had not expected the one slapping of her ass to do so much, but he prepared to do it again.
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
He repeatedly spanked her well developed backside. Punishing it until it had a defined red handprint. Spike couldn’t help himself, there was something primitively satisfying about this. The way her butt would wobble with every smack. Her cute little yelps. His cock practically feeling like it would be snapped off in her ass, the prospect of which excited him a bit.

The blonde farmer moaned in ecstasy, but still she resisted somewhat. An ounce of pride in her prevented the woman from completely submitting to him. Even with her brain being flooded with pleasure, she didn’t want to yield so easily to this man. Applejack then proceeded to tighten her anus around Spike’s dick, stopping him from thrusting.

Spike felt Applejack’s anus close on his length. He grunted as she began to methodically work her rectum. The pulsing feeling was amazing, and he could feel himself get close to cumming. Not wanting to lose, Spike tried to think up a plan. This proved troublesome as his thoughts clouded with the pleasure in his groin. Then, a wicked idea crossed his mind. Spike leaned over onto Applejack and wrapped his arms around her torso. One hand found its way to her breasts and started squeezing one of them vigorously. The other hand snaked its way to her crotch. He plunged his middle and ring fingers into her dripping slit while his fore finger and thumb pinched her clitoris.

“AAAAHH!!” she hollered as his hands worked their magic. “W-WHA’ D’YA THINK YER DOIN’?!”

“Just playing fair,” he whispered into her ear.

“THAR’S NUTHIN’ FAIR ‘BOUT THIS?!”

“Then you’re not going to like what’s coming next.”

Without hesitation, Spike craned his neck and lightly bit Applejack’s ear. The woman practically fell over if it weren’t for the fact that she was bracing herself against the tree.

“NOOO!!! IF YA D’ THA’, I MIGH’ JUS’ FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”

The woman’s scream echoed throughout the miniature orchard. She pushed so hard against the apple tree that it started to uproot. Spike felt Applejack climax into his hand and decided he should finish as well. With one last thrust, he ejaculated into her large ass. He felt Applejack go limp and caught her in his arms. Spike eased her to the ground and started to pull out when he felt her sphincter tighten once more.

“Nuh-uh,” she panted. “Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya hear?”

Resigned to his fate, Spike cuddled up to the muscular woman. Her hot, sweaty body felt comforting, somehow. Applejack wiggled her butt a little, eliciting a mild groan from Spike. She smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

YEEHAW! We got the Applejack chapter finished.

Truthfully, this was supposed to be done last Tuesday, but, well you know how I can be with my procrastination. However, it was rather fortuitous for my delay, since it meant I would be uploading this chapter with the AppleSpike image I commissioned alongside it. This was done by the artist mangapym. Go check out his stuff https://www.deviantart.com/mangapym

So, this was a fun chapter to write. I don't know how any of you feel about anilingus, but hey, content warning upfront. As stated before, I am striving to make each chapter unique and varied, so I hope you do enjoy this. I was originally just going to have Spike help out AJ with picking apples, but then I realized she can just knock all the apples off with ease. So, I started brainstorming ways to get the two into the position they were in. Eventually I settled on Spike assisting AJ with a pest problem. Scale is a real issue and should be dealt with as swiftly as possible. My parents had an infestation with these fuckers some years ago.

Anyway, for those of you wondering what's up AJ's massive ass, don't worry. I will be going into this in a later chapter. I do like characterization. Even with a porn fic like this one. AJ isn't acting out just because. There is a reason behind it. Be patient, I got this all in order.

Well, there's one chapter left for this fic i'm writing. Then it's back to The Power Bimbos. Again, don't worry about this one. It isn't being dropped after the sixth chapter, it just won't be updated as regularly. I wanted to get the Mane Six chapters out as soon as possible before I lose the ideas I had for this particular fic. I'm hoping to get Annon to draw up the Six in witchy outfits to go along with the story. So keep an eye out for them.

That's it for now, kids. I hope you enjoyed reading it. As always leave a comment below. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, and what needs improvement.

Until next time