Den of the Dragon

The Way It Is

I awoke that morning like any other. I recalled my thoughts of the night before. They say that after you... uh, think about somepony (or somedragon), if the idea of bein' with them after the fact is still arousin', then you've got it bad for 'em. Guess how I felt?

The rooster crowed outside my window. The sun wasn't up yet, but it would be shortly. I had my chores to do, and Spike would be by in an hour or so to help Mac with the heavy liftin'. I stretched my legs and rolled outta bed, grabbin' my hat as I went. I stood in the shower, thinkin' about the hare-brained scheme I'd dreamed up the night before. Spike was practically Twilight's little brother! Though he wasn't so little any more. Still, I couldn't help but think about how'd she'd react to me lustin' after her number one assistant. That was another thing I was still a bit confused about. I mean, I'm a pony! He's a dragon! Only the freaky ponies out there in Calfiornia did the inter-species thing. Down here in Celestia fearin' country, this kinda thing just didn't happen. And if it did, it was kept secret.

Still, every time I thought about that young dragon liftin' a bushel of apples or a heavy cartwheel, I'd wish it was me he was liftin'. Gettin' ready to set me down on a pile a hay and just—

No! Land sakes Applejack, have some self control! I was so lost in my head that I hadn't even noticed I was standin' in a dry tub. I turned on the shower and let the water wash over me. It was cold, just what I needed to put out the fire that seemed to be constantly buildin' in my loins.

I lifted my head straight into the stream. This was just what I needed to get my hormones under control. The more I thought about it, the more silly my little plan seemed. What's to stop Mac from headin' back out to the fields? I could imagine the look on his face if I'm mid bounce on Spike's lap. Then there was somethin' I hadn't even considered. Would Spike even want to do somethin' like this with me? I mean, I ain't bad lookin' by a long shot, but I'm no Fluttershy...

I grabbed the soap and lathered it up, rubbin' my hooves across my chest and forelegs. Sometimes I wondered why I didn't just shower after work when I'm all sweaty instead of doin' it when I got up. As I rinsed off my withers, I turned my attention to my rear. This was a tough spot for an earth pony to clean, so we had a loofa on a stick to help us out. I raised my tail, and scrubbed the ol' undercarriage, only to re-light the fire I thought I'd put out.

I dropped the stick and drug a hoof across myself to check for any soap I missed. Spike had a sneaky way of gettin' back into my thoughts. If my life were a movie, he'd come into the bathroom quietly and step into the shower with me. We'd soap up, washin' each other all over. I'd stand on my hind legs while he stood behind me, holdin' me up with those arms I loved so much. His claws wraped firmly around my chest as I let the water rinse the soap out of my coat. With one hand still holding me up, I'd feel his other one slowly begin to slide down, passin' my belly and headin' to the last stop. You see, there's somethin' he's got that no other stallion has. Fingers. Them things can grab and do things no pony except unicorns could even hope to attempt.

They'd brush my entrance, and I'd shudder. The warm water wasn't much against the chills he'd send up my spine as I turned my head to kiss his cheek.

A knock at the door once again pulled me from my fantasy. It was Mac. He needed the shower as well. One of these days I'm gonna add another bathroom to this house. I turned off the water and stepped out, leavin' myself halfway finished. Blue walls weren't fun, and I pretty much just had to ignore the blood rushin' to a certain part of me.

I headed downstairs and ate a quick breakfast before startin' on my chores. The chickens needed feedin', the hogs needed sloppin', a lot of minor things added up. Mac did most of the hard work, but that didn't mean I didn't get my fair share. A farm is a tough thing to run with only two ponies. I had to admit, I missed Apple Bloom and Granny. Our farmhouse was meant for more than just Mac and I.

For a time I thought Mac would have brought a mare home, maybe even settle down and fill our house back up again. But he's so occupied with his work, he never has time to court a mare. As for me, I had a colt I thought was the one for me. He didn't think so. It was tough, because I'd thought we went great together. It's hard to think about being wrong, especially when what you had felt so right, but in the end, it wasn't meant to be.

I was miserable for a long time after that, but I was pretty good at hiding it. After all, the farm don't care if you've had a bad day, it has work to be done, rain or shine.

Maybe that's why I thought about Spike the way I did. I knew where he came from, how he was raised, the way he thinks. I knew he wasn't just some stallion lookin' for a piece of tail.

As much as I tried to put down the idea of lettin' Spike rut me, the more I felt myself wanting it. It had been months since I'd gotten any, and the last time involved Rainbow and I, and we were very drunk. She doesn't even remember it, but I sure do.

Before I knew it, a pair of scaly hands were covering my eyes. He always did this when he thought he could sneak up on me. He picked me up from behind, just like I'd wanted him to in the shower and gave me a hug. Sweet Celestia I was glad he started greetin' his friends this way. I held in a strained moan. There was just somethin' about being picked up, moved, bent to somepony's will in the sack that just did it for me. I guess it's because I'm such a take charge mare most of the time, I like to be told what to do in private. It could have some psychological mumbo jumbo reasoning as to why I was into that kinda thing, but I honestly didn't care.

I was still wrapped in his arms when I decided to gauge Spike's interest. I said howdy and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Nothin' unusual about that, friends can give each other kisses like that, right?

He blushed, and thanked me as he put me back on my hooves. He rubbed his cheek and smiled. That was a good sign, but it could have just been his nerves.

I pointed him in the direction of Big Mac, and he went about his work. I watched him go, like I always did. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out whether I wanted him or not. My logical side told me it was a bad idea, and that it would only lead to more hurt down the road. But my passionate side screamed at me to find a spot where we could be alone and take him as he is. I'd have to find a compromise. Surely he knows about... the things I'm wantin' ta do with him, right? I mean, he's old enough for Twilight to have had, the talk with him. Besides, it ain't like there are any girl dragons around. Our work would bring us together at the end of the day, and by that time I knew I'd have decided what I wanted.

As I went back about my business, I felt my hat lift up off my head. Rainbow got done early. She hung there on her cloud, not unusual for her to do while she watched me work. Heck, whatchin' me work was probably the closest she'd get to real work in her lifetime. Unfortunately, RD was better at readin' me than I would'a guessed. She could see somethin' was buggin' me, and wouldn't drop it until I told her. She's like a dog with a bone in that respect.

I caved, just wantin' to shut her up so I could work in peace. I posed a hypothetical. I asked her how other ponies reacted when she and that griffon friend of hers were foolin' around. She said they got some stares in public, and got into more than a few fights because of it, but that she wouldn't change what they had for the world. She was quick to remind me that she was referring to the old Gilda, the one she met in flight school, not the one that came to Ponyville and harassed all of her friends. She told me to be careful who you end up tryin' to keep around. Sayin' you need to be able to see yourself havin' the nastiest breakup possible, and be able to write that pony or griffon or dragon out of your life forever.

I'd never thought Rainbow would have such wisdom about... well anythin' besides flyin', but she sure as heck did. I tried to imagine Spike and I hating each other, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Besides, it's not like I wanted to marry him, I just wanted him to give me what I needed every now and then. Dang, that doesn't reflect too well on me when I say it out loud, does it?

It ain't like I'm plannin' on humpin' and dumpin' him. He don't deserve that, nopony does. I was more uncertain than ever when Rainbow cleared things up for me. She said that even though her end with Gilda had been rocky, if she hadn't done it, she'd have never made all the good memories, and that no amount of 'jerk-itude'—as she called it,—could ever rob her of the experience. That's when I decided I was gonna do it. I was gonna have that dragon if it was the last thing I did.

I thanked Rainbow and let her use one of our trees for her post-lunch nap as I went about the rest of my chores. By days end, Spike, Mac and I were in the farthest field from the house. We'd just loaded up Mac's cart with as many apples as could fit, and he was off back to the barn. There were still some bushels waitin' to be carried. Spike stooped down to pick them up, before I stopped him. It was now or never, and my heart was beatin' like a damn bass drum. All kinds of ill thoughts ran through my head. What if he rejects me, what if he laughs?

I decided to take the more subtle approach. I asked him if he'd still had that crush on Rarity. It was pretty common knowledge to all of us at the time, but I hadn't paid close enough attention to him or her to know if it was still ongoin'.

He laughed, sayin' he had gotten over that a long time ago. Lookin' good so far. I asked him if he'd found any dragon girls he was interested in. He snorted, and replied that Twilight barely lets him go into town on his own, let alone go back to the dragon territories. He hated the fact that he was nearly a full grown dragon and still took orders from Twilight. I reminded him she only does it because she cares about him, to which he nodded. He knew it too, but that didn't mean it wasn't tiring.

Then, just as I was sure I wasn't gonna be able to work it into the conversation naturally, he gave me a window. He mentioned how a dragon his age needs to find a girl, he'd read so in all the books. That's when I struck. I asked what he meant by, find a girl. He replied the way I knew he would.

I asked him what he knew about that kind of stuff, and he told me he knew more than I thought. I smiled, and told him he couldn't know that much, he was just a kid! Everypony knows that dragons ain't as good as ponies at any of that stuff, be it love makin' or apple buckin' or mud wrestlin'. Pushin' his buttons was beginning to work. He challenged me, told me to prove earth ponies were better at wrestlin'. It wasn't the option I was goin' for, but it was a step in the right direction. I told him I don't take challenges lightly, and if he thinks I'm above whippin' that scaly hide of his (in both senses of the word) he had another thing coming.

Spike turned to heft a bushel of apples, and that's when I pounced. I jumped onto his broad back, flingin' my forelegs around his neck from behind. I threw him off balance enough that he landed on his belly. I told him he was no match for my years of mud wrestlin', and that even Big Mac had a hard time beatin' me. That's when he wrapped his fingers around my forelegs and pried me from around his neck like I was a school filly. He told me he'd been studyin' up on wrestlin', and new a few reverses himself. Before I knew it, he'd flipped me around, my back against his chest with each of his limbs spreading each of mine. He had a name for this move, but I was too distracted with Spike stretchin' my back to notice what it was. He pushed forward, his tight belly archin' my back as I bit my lip to stifle a moan. As far as he knew, we were just playin' around. But I was about to change that.

My tail was still free, so I used it to my advantage. I knew where Spike was ticklish, and knew just how much it would take to break his grip. As soon as he stopped archin' my back, I ran my tail across his belly, gettin' quite a few laughs out of him before I felt his grip loosen. He said tickling was cheatin' but I told him all is fair in love and wrestlin' and we were about to do both. Once my hooves were free, I righted myself. He was still on his back, hands clutchin' his sides as I sat down on his groin. That shut him up. I adjusted myself a bit. Just a few small movements, enough to get 'little Spike's' attention. If I thought dragons were hot temperature wise normally, when they're gettin' aroused, it's like touchin' a dang stove. He asked me what I was doin' and I told him I didn't know what he was talkin' about, slidin' up his torso a bit before movin' back down. I could feel somethin' growin' underneath me, and Spike's cheeks were gettin' awfully red.

I reminded him what I'd said about earth ponies. He seemed to remember. Just mentioning the idea sent little Spike out of cover. Remember how I hadn't ever seen a dragon member before? Well I had just felt one, and it felt big. Especially for a dragon who used to be no more than a foot tall. I leaned forward, puttin' my hooves on either side of his head, my flanks still firmly planted on top of the now throbbin' mass pressin' up against me. It was all I could do to not just get myself off right there.

He still looked a bit unsure, so I decided to stoke the fires, so to speak. I asked him if he'd even been with a female dragon. He told me no, like I thought he would. I asked him if he handled himself when Twilight's away. He seemed embarrassed, but nodded. I asked him if he ever wanted to actually know what it felt like to make love to another female. He seemed hesitant still, but I knew hormones would get the better of him eventually, I'd just have to wait it out. It payed off in about ten seconds. He said yes.

I told him I'd make a deal with him. Until he found a female dragon to settle down with, he could practice on me, and take out any urges he had with me, out here on the farm, or in my bedroom when Mac's away. He seemed to like the idea, and little Spike pulsed in agreement. After the deal was struck, I kissed him hard on the lips. I didn't waste any time, as I was as hungry for him as he was for me. Our tongues danced around, but he was a lot worse at kissin' than I had guessed. After I'd had enough of his cute but laughable attempts at kissin', I broke it, trailing kisses down his jawline, over his neck, down his pecs, every muscle rippling and reacting as my lips met his scales. From the look on his face, he couldn't believe his luck. Heck, I could barely believe I had the stones to go through with this, but here it was, happenin'.

Once I'd worked my way all the way down, I got to the main event. It was tucked in a slit most of the time, kinda like a stallion is sheathed unless he's aroused. This thing was bright red, almost pink, and boy was it wet. Truthfully, that could have been me that wet it, but who knows. I glanced up at him. He had a look of beggin' and scared excitement all at once. I had figured it was his first time, but Celestia knows everypony's gotta start somewhere. I started gently pressin' my lips against the base, slowly working my way up his shaft until I reached the head. It was a lot pointier than a stallion's, but about the same girth. Every time my lips moved he grunted or moaned. I knew I'd have to be careful or this'd all be over before it could even get started. As I drug my tongue up the length, I decided to take him in my mouth. Once inside, I let my tongue do the talkin'. He was like any other male; salty, kinda sweaty, but still not nasty.

I only bobbed a few times on him before I heard him groan my name. That should have been a warnin', but I was too wrapped up in what I was doin'. Before I knew it, I had a mouthful of dragon seed I had to do somethin' with. Spitters are quitters, right? I swallowed it, and watched the last little bit dribble out of the end of his still hard member. I laughed, wiping my mouth with a hoof. I told him we're gonna have to work on that.