Den of the Dragon

The Way We Were

If you had asked me what I had planned today, having the hottest sex of my life with Applejack was pretty far down the list. Heck, I'd have thought I had a better chance with Rarity than Applejack. But, there we were, trying to catch our breath after she'd finally gotten off. I held her tightly, almost out of instinct. What she did was the single greatest thing anypony had ever done for me (Well, except Twilight raising me)!

I couldn't believe she could even find me attractive! I mean, I'm not even the same species! Still, I wasn't about to be ungrateful. After all, I'm sure Applejack didn't do this for everyone who helped her out on the farm... right? Right. I hope.

She asked me if I'd ever thought we'd end up like this. There was a playfulness in her tone I found kinda cute. Like she would have never guessed either, but something told me this wasn't just a spontaneous event. No, Mac had been out of the house, she'd even been extra flirty with me today. Looking back on it, she was actually pretty flirty with me every day.

I told her that it was a pleasant surprise. The only thing I was having second thoughts about was... well everything. See, Apple Bloom and I had gotten pretty close over the years. Watching her go away to college sucked. I know I'm a dragon, and as such don't really get a standard education (nothing Twilight couldn't fix, let me tell you), but I still wish I could have gone with her. She told me not to worry about her, that she, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo would be fine in the big city. It still didn't help calm my nerves.

Now that I'd just slept with her sister, feelings of regret began to creep in. Apple Bloom and I were close (not this close) when she left, and we may have even started seeing each other if I wasn't such a coward. I should have asked her out before she left, now she's probably on the hoof of some big city hoofball player or something. Still, this didn't assuage my guilt either. What if she was too afraid to tell me how she felt too? What if we were both so paralyzed by our own fear of rejection by the other that we'd just spend our lives forever in quiet desperation?

Well, all that went out the window when I stuck it in her sister.

Although she wasn't due in town for a few months, I wondered how our reunion would go, especially if Applejack and I decided to keep this thing completely void of emotional attachment. Would Apple Bloom take such a progressive stance about casual sex? Only time would tell. I began running one hand across AJ's belly and another through her mane, scratching her scalp as I went.

That's the thing about ponies; they don't have fingers like I do. Anytime I wanted something from one of them, usually it was just a five minute ear scratch or belly rub and it was mine. Obviously, I only used my powers for good, and the occasional cupcake from Pinkie. I began scratching AJ's head as I felt her hind leg twitch against mine. A lot of ponies get offended when a comparison to other four legged creatures get made, but scratch the right spot, and you'd swear you were petting a dog.

On top of that, it was nice to make her moan for more than one minute. Even for my first time, that's a bit embarrassing. After our little scratch session, I told her my fingers were hers whenever she needed them. She smiled, and told me not to make a promise I couldn't keep. Heh, if she kept this up, she'd never have to worry about being more than five minutes from me at any time. I was still kind of new to this whole concept, so I figured she was probably hungry after our field work (and other work). I asked her if she wanted to get lunch in town, and that I'd buy.

Oddly enough, she told me I just 'didn't get' the whole concept of 'no strings attached'. So I can plow you, but I'm not allowed to buy you a sandwich for the effort? To hell with strings, I was getting this mare food. Maybe that was more instinct than I realized, but still. We cuddled for a little while longer before her stomach rumbled loudly. Like it or not, she was hungry. I finally convinced her that I wasn't going to fall in love with her after I bought her lunch, and we got off the bed. In all honesty, we were a bit... gross.

Sweat and... other body fluids were pretty much staining our lower halves. On AJ's suggestion, we decided to clean ourselves up before going into town.

I heard Applejack turn on the shower, thinking she'd get in first and I'd go after. This was one of the few times I was glad to be wrong. She poked her head out of the bathroom and called me into the hallway. Her 'we need to save water' pretext was flimsy at best. I knew she wanted me in there with her, and I was not about to disappoint. Even though we'd just had sex thirty minutes ago, I was already out and firm at just the thought of what waited for me in that bathroom. It was actually kind of surreal.

All our lives, young males are taught that sex is the holy grail of intimacy, the one act that bring two beings closer than ever, all while giving each other the greatest feeling any natural function can produce. Gah, I need to stop studying with Twilight.

Anyway, sex was supposed to be this thing males worked for, and spent countless dates, money, and time trying to make happen. Yet here it was, being offered to me for nothing in return! For all intents and purposes, free for me to have at anytime. All we'd have to do is find a spot where we could be alone and go at it. If I wasn't so sure of the rock solid member now making its presence obvious, I'd swear I was dreaming.

I stopped at the doorframe and rested my arms against it as AJ sauntered her way to the washtub/shower. She kept her tail pinned to one side, not like she had to. I'd already gotten pretty well acquainted with that area, but welcomed the chance for a follow-up.

I tried to act smooth, asking her something along the lines of 'do you need me to wash you, too?' She didn't miss a beat, saying it wasn't the washing that she needed me for. We actually had a good laugh about our little shower scene before I stepped into the shower with her. The water was warm, and we didn't really have a lot of space to work with. As she lathered up the soap, I couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked with water cascading over her. Her blonde mane stuck and clung to her neck as she let the water run down her back. She cast a glance over her shoulder at me, giving me a bedroom eye, but one was all I needed.

She asked if I could wash her back. You better believe I could. I took the soap, lathered it up, and started at her withers, slowly rubbing it in her coat and working my way down. Once I got near her flanks, her tail twitched in excitement. It was arousing just knowing she wanted me to please her. Of all the dragons in the world, she wanted unassuming old me to sex her up eight ways from sunday.

With a single finger, I made her gasp like I'd never heard before. I slid my hand gently over her now swollen outer lips. I don't know volumes about pony anatomy, but I know what 'turned on' looks like. She bit her bottom lip and looked back at me as my hand slid away. It was as if with that expression alone she could have made me climax. I smiled back at her, rubbing a quick thumb across her glistening lips before caressing the outside. Now that I had my bearings, I was a bit more astute in the sack—err, shower.

I had read that teasing your partner was a great way to heighten arousal, and make the final act that much more satisfying. Books have never lied to me before, so I went with it. After a few minutes, I had slid two fingers inside her. She was so incredibly tight, I had a hard time imagining how I'd managed to get myself in there in the first place. I worked my fingers in and out of her slowly, building my tempo while building her orgasm at the same time. With my thumb still free, I brushed over the nub beginning to show itself at the top of her sex. She nearly cried out in pleasure as she moaned my name. I would have paid good bits to have that sound recorded.

Something about a mare's voice when she's at her most aroused, her most demanding of intimacy was just so incredibly hot, it took all my self control to not just start plowing her like we did back in her bedroom. Besides, this was a learning experience. I began rubbing her spot with my thumb, while finding another spot inside her that seemed to evoke the same reaction. Realizing this, it was time to bring this mare to her knees.

In a good way.

I began working my fingers in and out, being sure to rub the spot I'd found while using my thumb to stroke her clitoris (that's what the books call it, anyway).

Within seconds of starting, AJ was grunting and moaning louder than I'd ever heard anypony before. Soon after, she was practically pleading with me not to stop. I loved it. To know that a mare is practically begging you to fulfill her sexual needs was the most exhilarating thing I'd ever felt. I was a true male now! A grown male! I kept pumping my fingers in her, and she kept making the cutest gasps and squeals the closer she got to her climax. I could feel her tight passage squeeze and contract around my fingers, letting me know it was about that time. I didn't dare let up. I was going to make this mare cum no matter what. I noticed her knees begin to shiver as she let out one final throaty groan before her muscles spasmed around my fingers.

I threw out my other arm to catch her from falling on her belly completely, while still pleasuring her with the other. A series of short gasps and brief utterances of 'yes' let me know her orgasm was on the downswing. I slowed my pace to match her pulsing insides before I withdrew.

She steadied herself on her wobbly legs before I let go. I looked at her and smiled as she returned the most satisfied expression I'd ever seen grace those cute freckles of hers. Needless to say, all of this left me a bit turned on. A fact she picked up on as soon as she'd turned around. There wasn't a lot of room in the shower to have vaginal sex, but always the creative type, Applejack figured something out. She told me to lay down on my back. In the short tub, most of me stuck out, but it was still doable.

She climbed over me, put her flank in my face, and her face near my still rock hard member. Before I could even ask, she had all of me in her mouth. Words failed me as she used that amazing tongue of hers to suck the very soul out of my body. As I sat back to enjoy the ride, I figured Applejack might like a little something for her trouble. I leaned forward, tracing her still flushed and sensitive outer lips with my tongue. That was another advantage I had over other stallions. Dragon tongue. This thing was prehensile and pretty darn long.

I didn't have nearly any stamina to speak of, so I was about ready to blow in just under two minutes. Just enough time to probe her depths. I put my snout to her labia, warranting a surprised gasp and giggle from my partner. As she continued, I tried to match her pace, though I could hardly keep up. She'd already gotten hers, and I was more than eager to get off too.

Eventually, I gave up trying to give her another orgasm and just let her drain me. It didn't take too long, either. Within a few seconds of giving up, I felt my muscles begin to tense up. I tapped her and she turned around, a thin strand of saliva connecting her bottom lip to my erection. I told her I was about to cum, a courtesy considering what happened last time. She smiled at me before glancing at my member.

Then, she uttered the hottest phrase I'd ever heard any mare ever say, ever:

'I know, I want it all.'

Wish granted.