Applejack swiped the sweat from her brow, wiggling a little in the cool grass of the orchards as she laid on her back. Today was one of those few and far between ones that cropped up every now and then around the farm; everypony on the homestead had been working so hard and planning so far ahead, there was little to do today beyond making sure the trees were healthy and well-watered.

Of course it was hotter than all Tartaurus, being the middle of the day in the middle of summer, so even walking through the gentle shade of her trees had Applejack sweating like she was mid-streak in a row of bucking.

Not even the fun kind. Celestia knew how long that dry streak had gone, probably literally (Applejack had seen the old mare's bookshelf, the hidden one behind the one that had the stuff Celestia actually wanted to display).

Applejack rolled a shoulder and lifted her hoof to the leaves above her, her leg standing straight up as though to give a passing cloud a hoof down.

Well, I don't know if it's been long enough for that, either, she thought.

She laid there, wind blowing through her fur and tousling her mane onto her chest, lost in her mind and many little half imagined trysts, when a light voice came floating to her on the breeze.

"Applejack! Hey, AJ!"

Snorting, she pulled herself most of the way upright, now laying mostly on her side and staring into the distance. Not spotting anypony, she narrowed her eyes and looked over her barrel in the other direction, stretching to spot the one calling her.

"I know that's your first instinct, but look down!"

Startled, her eyes raked the grass until she spotted something purple, green, and tiny.

"Spike?" she asked, dumbstruck.

"No, I'm the gods damned Easter Rabbit," yelled the six inch tall dragon, his arms at his hips and his wings unfolded. Otherwise, he was still the twenty-something year old drake, complete with lithely muscular limbs and long, twisting tail.

"Language sugar-cube," she muttered as she leaned forward, placing her head on ground level to see him better. He crossed his arms and leaned onto her muzzle, forcing her cross-eyed to focus on him.

"Well geeze AJ, it's not like some tweaking magic horse princess got a bug up her butt and decided to see how teeny she could get her personal assistant, who happens to be alchemically resistant," Spike squeaked in a mockery of Twilight, reaching forward and pulling a loose eyelash away from AJ's eyelid thoughtlessly.

"I thought you stopped eating things she gave you after the scale thing she did last year?"

Spike leaned in as though to whisper, before he remembered his size and yelled, "The whorse roofied my coffee. The slut got me before I was awake."

AJ contemplated telling him off for his language again, before shrugging it off. He'd already had a crappy day, and she'd heard Mac yelling worse that time he'd stepped on a rusty nail fixing the barn.

"Well, I was just taking a break from checking on the trees. We got ahead of ourselves, so there ain't much to do right now. Wanna accompany me?" she asked.

"No," Spike popped off without thinking about it. She watched him look around at his surroundings for a moment, visible pouting, before he unceremoniously put a claw on her nose and climbed up onto her had, huffing all the way up. She felt her stetson wiggle back and forth for a second, then a small voice whispered a, "Thank you."

Snickering, she started to nod before catching herself.

"Not a problem, sugar-cube."

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"Whew!" AJ shouted, having finally just finished with her check. She took her hat off gently, easing it to the ground, before she roughly shook herself like Winona. Sweat sprayed the area, several fat droplets even splashing the drake currently serving as a reptilian headband.

Spike raised his claw to protest, then shrugged as the liquid dripped off of him. He'd been covered in worse fluids, and it had cooled significantly in its flight, so it was actually quite nice. Besides the heavy smell of hot horse.

"Don't suppose there's any cleaner water around here?" Spike asked, laying on his back and fanning his face. While the heat wasn't anything special, it was still oppressive after this long in the sun. "I know you've got that swimming hole around the west side, any way we could make our way that direction?"

Applejack raised her head, flipping her damp mane over her shoulder, before looking around at where she'd ended up.

"Buck that, there's a pond maybe thirty yards that'a way," she said, nodding to the fence and the White-Tail woods on just the other side. "The spring flows slower, so it ain't as clear, but I'll be hog-tied if it ain't just as refreshing."

"Well hell then, pardnah, what're we waitin' on? Les'go!" Spike slurred in a rough approximation of her drawl.

Snickering, she placed her hat back on her head before saying, "Yeah, don't do that one again," as she trotted up to the fence, easily clearing it with a short jump.

"Fair enough," Spike yelled down, his head bouncing in time with her hoof-steps.

It didn't take them long to reach what turned out to be a nicely sized pond in the middle of a dense strand of trees. Half of the grassy shore had a thin stretch of green algae, as well as a tall patch of cat-tails in the same stretch, but the rest was a clear if slightly green bowl of water being fed from a thick but shallow creek on the opposite shore.

"Dang AJ, nice spot," Spike called down.

"Yeah, found it when I was a filly," AJ said, taking a spot next to the creek. "Bottom's muddy, so it feels real slimy on your hooves, but as long as you aren't too stuck up about that it's a nice enough spot.

"Actually, if you don't mind keeping it a secret from the rest of the girls, I'd appreciate it," she said as she pulled her hat from her head, looking Spike in his eyes. "Don't want the Crusaders taking over my little pond, ya know."

"Oh, sure, no problem," he said, nodding as he stretched. "Now, I think it's high-"

He stopped as she gently reached forward and took the end of his tail between her teeth.

"AJ?"

With a serene smile, she whipped her head towards the pond, letting the tiny dragon go with the sound of a whip crack at the end of his course. With a surprising loud, surprisingly brief squeal, Spike flew into the middle of the pond, the ker-plunk reminiscent of a large rock being tossed into the larger ocean.

Spike thrashed around for a moment, before he resurfaced and took a deep breath, panting and wide-eyed. "By Luna, Applejack, that's bucking cold!"

Spinning in the water, he saw her hat hung carefully from the tree she'd stopped by when they'd reached the pond. Swirling in the water, he twirled and looked carefully for the earth pony.

After a quarter of a minute, he spun around as he heard hoofbeats behind him. She wasn't there, though.

"Apple-?" he started to ask, when a shadow flew over him. Looking over his shoulder, he had enough time to think, oh horseapples, before AJ hit the direct center of the pond.

Spike sighed as there was a swell in the water he was floating in, not bothering to struggle as he was sucked into the vortex before the churning forces of AJ's fantastic cannon-ball flung him back into the air.

He flew for about ten seconds, not bothering to open his wings, before he began to fall. Another nine seconds, and his second ker-plunk echoed across the face of the pond.

A moment later Applejack breached the water, blew her nostrils loudly, then crossed her eyes to look at the dragon on her snout.

"Geeze Spike, you could've warned a girl about how cold it was."

Scowling, Spike flared his wings and started a splash battle he lost quickly.

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The sun trawled it's way across the sky, and AJ finally deigned to drag herself out of the small pool, flopping onto the grassy bank with a sigh.

Spike, in his elegant way, snorted loudly and twitched on the large flat rock he'd bullied into the sun, before his snores were once again reverberating around the copse of trees.

Snickering, she flicked her mane back and forth to wick away any remaining droplets. Looking over at her hat and the small bit of ribbon she used to tie her hair up, she shrugged before she started wiggling her shoulders back and forth to push her way into the cool dirt a bit.

Spike don't care if I go au natrale for a bit, she thought, looking over at the small drake and looking back into the sky for a split second before her eyes slammed back onto him, the quickest double-take she'd ever done.

Spike's body had taken it's own liberties, and AJ was pretty sure she was staring at the tiniest tent she'd ever seen pitched.

Quickly looking around, she scootched over and took a closer look.

After a moment, she sighed. What she had thought to be a sheathe was merely a scale sitting out of place. Looking closer, she was pretty sure it was bothering the poor drake, as Spike was starting to mutter quietly in his sleep and move his hips from side to side.

She felt bad for him, having an uncomfortable sleep after his already long day of being teeny-tized and then sizzling in the sun. Her lips were pretty nimble, being the major source of control every time she threw a lasso, so she stretched her neck out and started to gently fumble with the scale, trying to get it to lay down.

She finally felt it press down with the rest of his belly scales, and had one brief moment of success, before she received what felt like a swift flick on her sensitive nose. She had a millisecond of shock run over her skin, and she inhaled to let out some sort of noise of surprise.

She muffled it though, and took a second, cautious, sniff. Her eyes threatened to glaze over, and she reflexively licked her lips. Her tongue met with whatever it was currently pressed against her muzzle, and the boy beneath her let out a short gasp that was soon followed by a warm hum.

Slowly, she pulled away, her eyes getting larger as she took in the still sleeping form.

"By Celestia, Spike, that thing's a monster," she murmured, lowering her head again to inspect his spread-eagle form.

The scale that had previously been bothering him was currently pressed up against his stomach, and something mildly familiar was at the moment waving through the air, every now and then twitching with what she assumed to be his heartbeat. Unlike a stallion's thicker rod, most of his dick was only as thick as his wrist.

Compared to his normal size though, his wrist was well and thick enough for her.

As well, instead of being one uniform thickness, he started to taper past what she'd call two thirds up, and was much thicker at the base; probably to support his fantastical length, as he was nearly half-way up his breastbone at this point.

"Geeze Spike," she muttered again, looking up and down his length. Unable to stop herself, she looked around the clearing once again before she put her nose back to his hips and slowly breathed back in.

Immediately, she pulled her head back and shook her head, clearing her eyes as they started fogging over. Her tongue escaped her mouth, and she laid there panting as she processed his musk.

Then, she felt something that surprised her. Standing, shakily, she looked in between all four of her legs and watched as slowly, swaying, she was drooling from her core, the glistening lubricant joining a puddle on the ground.

Biting her lip, she looked back down at the sleeping form, thought back to the moment in the orchards earlier, and decided that, Yes, she Needed This.

Slowly, she lowered her chest back down to the dirt and the grass, her left hoof bracing her as her right hoof reached back and gently, gently, placed itself against the bottom of her mound. She let out a little hiss at the cooler feeling of her hoof against her hot clit, but it quickly warmed and with a simple motion she was soon panting.

She leaned over the sleeping dragon and took a deep breath, and by Celestia she winked.

She'd thought that was a legend, some made up story that other mares insisted they could do when they were worked up, but she'd never felt herself craving something physical so strongly that she'd ever done it herself.

Letting out a low moan, she ground her hoof into her clit, and leaned over Spike's motionless form and pulled her tongue up his length, smiling slightly at his own breathy moan.

Pulling her head back, she giggled as his shaft once again bopped her nose, her lips parting as she ran the tip of her muzzle back and forth over his currently short length. Grinning, she licked her lips before she took the tip of him between them, pushing slowly down. She hummed with satisfaction as he moaned out loud, his claws coming out to grasp at the short fur on her nose.

"Applejack, please-" she heard him grunt. "I'm s-so close, plea-"

Humming, she dipped her head up and down, running her tongue out along his length before gently starting to suck on what managed to penetrate her mouth, her own hoof forgotten on her slit as she blew the miniature dragon before her.

With one last bobbing of her head, Spike let out his loudest moan yet, and she felt the member between her lips flexing.

Stopping her movement, she once again hummed as sticky strands started to coat her tongue, his powerful sprays of cum reaching nearly the back of her muscle. She didn't stir for a whole minute, letting the dragon buck against her soft lips the entire time, until he finally relaxed.

"By the sun and the moon, AJ, feel free to wake me up like that any time," the tiny dragon called up, both of his paws gently massaging her nose.

She chuckled lowly, smiling down. "Well that's no probl..em at all... Sugar cube..."

She blinked owlishly down at him, the blood draining from her face.

Slowly, she pulled the hoof on her slit away, then sat as she brought it up to her face to inspect it.

"Spike?" she asked, suddenly concerned. Suddenly aware.

"Yeah AJ?" he called up at her, standing and cracking his back. "My turn?"

She snorted and started to shake her head.

"Spike, how in Tartarus do you plan on... Plan on...?"

She had to bite her lip, though, because as she had started talking, Spike had reached up and started scratching behind her ear. Even as she trailed off, he gently pulled her down and, when her ear was close enough, he had started biting around the base of her ear.

"Sp-pike?" she asked, her traitorous hoof once more inching it's way along her body.

He gently shushed her, then started crawling over her head. She held very still, but still let out a surprised moan when he started working on her other ear, giving her small nips and trailing his long tongue over the outsides of her sensitive ear.

"Now," he whispered, directly into her ear, his breath making her shiver. "I never said it wouldn't be a challenge... However," he finished, deliberately pushing his warm breath along the outside of her ear, which she barely kept from flicking. "I've been known to climb a mountain or two..."

With this her hoof finally made contact with her still dripping slit, and she moaned loudly as Spike took care of her ears while her hoof made quick work of finding and pushing against her wildly winking clit.

She had already been close, and she hadn't had long to cool down while she'd spoken with Spike. So she wasn't terribly surprised with how long she lasted. No, the real surprise was when Spike had snaked his way to her neck, and how hard she came as he bit into the vein he found there.

Her legs locked, all four, and she had to bury her face into the grass as her orgasm literally screamed through her, her voice muffled enough to hear the puddle splashing it's way into a proper mess as her rear legs tensed, relaxed a bit, then tensed harder as Spike licked the spot he'd bitten so roughly.

Spent, she slowly bent two of her legs and rolled across the soft grass, stretching out on her back and groaning quietly as the last of her spasms wracked her body.

Laughing, Spike wriggled from beneath her head, moving up to stand by her eye, which she cracked to look at him.

"Tit for tat, Applejack?" he asked, wings slightly flared.

She grunted in response, and Spike chuckled some more.

"Not yet, then?"

Her eyes widened a bit as he walked over to her barrel, then started climbing onto her chest.

"Wai-" she slurred, the word turning into a hum as she felt his sharp claws working under the fur on her chest. "Wait Spike," she murmured, her coat twitching as he started working his was down, along her belly. "I'm still so-"

She cut herself off when she felt his tongue reach out and, trailing briefly along the tensed muscles of her stomach, wrap around the nipple topping her left teat.

Her stomach flexed, and she felt Spike start crawling on all fours down her muscles until one of his claws reached out and gently took her other nipple between his digits. She wriggled on her back as he moistened his claw and ran it over the rock-hard tip of her teat, panting as her hips flexed up towards an invisible lover.

"Spike," she breathed out, "if you're just, ooo, teasing me, ahh, then you best cut it out, before-"

Her hips bucked again as she felt his teeth gently scrape against the dense flesh of her nipple, and she nearly folded in half as she felt him latch on and suck, hard.

She lost herself for a while, the warm glow building again in her nethers as he toyed with her, the tiny dragon perfectly keeping hold and teasing her while she just tried her damnedest to keep from rushing the process with a hoof.

Eventually, she felt the dragon pull away from her teat (even heard a little pop sound) and start to wiggle further down.

She shivered when she felt his hot dick between her teats, and she even felt him tremble as he experimentally moved his hips up and down her valley. He moved on though, seemingly unsatisfied. She tensed when she felt him jump down from her hips, and she twitched strongly when he saddled her dock.

She sighed when she felt his claws part her, and she moaned when he trailed her crease with his tongue, from hole to clit to top and back down to her button.

She had to bite a hoof when she felt him start to wrap his long, ribbony tongue around her love-buzzer. She sighed when he took a moment after finishing this task, and she started to ask of something was wrong, when she felt the knuckles of his claw starting to enter her hole.

Her back legs went straight up and out as her flanks flexed, and she heard Spike grunt as he worked his tongue along her crease, his foreleg pushing into her as she had her second, much lighter orgasm.

Once he worked his way up to his elbow, she felt something thinner, but hotter, pressing into her tailhole. Not having the energy to complain, she merely let her legs settle onto her stomach as Spike started to thrust both extremities into her holes, working first his dick into her ass before he opened his claw inside of her and gently started to rub along her walls, careful to keep the talons away from the sensitive flesh as she continued to buck weakly.

After nearly a minute of this back and forth torture, both she and Spike discovered what he was looking for. With a single claw, he traced along the top of her tunnel, and she once again nearly humped herself in half.

What the buck was-

That was her last thought as Spike started to hump into her flanks in earnest, his tongue rhythmically moving over her clit as his dick speared into her deeper and deeper. Once he finally bottomed out, she felt him moan and smile, before gently moving his palm over her wall and pushing.

Her legs crossed in the air as she felt her entire body clench, her vision going white, then gray, then slowly coming back to a fuzzy green. She tasted blood in her mouth, and slowly removed the pastern she had muffling her muzzle.

Utterly relaxed, she felt Spike pull out of her slowly, and also felt the warm pool just inside of her tailhole. Blinking, she snorted, then looked blearily at the purple splotch that appeared next to her left eye.

"Ah, sweetie. Wait until I can actually use my fingers."

With a last snort, AJ passed out, falling easily into a deep, exhausted, sleep.

Author's Note

I am, just, so sorry if this reads weird, or wrong, or anything. First time with this fetish, which is not necessarily mine (Nothing against, just not mine). Let me know if I can do anything differently, or if I can change anything to the better! Smooches bois