Den of the Dragon

by chief maximus

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Applejack, Spike
Length: 10558

Applejack recalls how she came to fall in love with Twilight's number one assistant.

Seems like only yesterday Spike was just a baby dragon, followin' Rarity around like a lost puppy. Time has a funny way of makin' ya see things differently. One day ya see a purple and green dragon, no taller than Apple Bloom. The next, you see a strong, built, teenage dragon workin' on the farm next to your brother. The day after that, you find yourself gasping for breath after the ride of your life as that dragon holds you in his arms. Now, Ah know what you're thinkin'. You're wondering how a down home, straight-laced country mare like myself ever got intimately involved with a dragon. Well, sit down a spell cousin and Ah'll tell ya my story.

Published 2012-08-24 00:44:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-11 08:02:50 UTC

The Way It Was

It wasn't a secret that Spike had grown into a mighty fine young dragon. In the years he'd lived here in Ponyville with Twilight, he'd grown like a darn weed. At first he got taller, even taller than the princess if ya can believe that. Then he started gettin'... stronger. Twilight'd send him out ta the farm almost every day ta help Mac and I out with our chores and such. It was nice of her, and we appreciated the help, but I always wondered how Spike felt about still bein' ordered around by Twilight.

Anyway, him comin' to the farm was exactly what kicked off this whole mess. Ah still remember the day I started lookin' at Spike differently. Ah know it ain't exactly "normal" for a pony to find a dragon physically attractive, but the heart wants what it wants, right?

We were out in the fields just finishing the apple buck harvest. Mac had already taken the cart back to the barn, and there were still about two more apple bushels to carry in. With my saddlebags, I could have made it in four or five trips, but Spike hoisted 'em both onto his shoulders and headed back to the barn like it was no big deal!

He asked me how life was, how Apple Bloom had been doing at the university in Canterlot, when she'd be coming home... you know, the same small talk we'd repeated for months now. Only this time, there was somethin' in the air as we walked. Not pollen, dander or anythin' like that. It was tension. This wasn't the first time I'd felt this feeling either. Last time I had, I was dating a young stallion by the name of Noteworthy. A fine young colt, to be sure. So fine and such a gentlecolt in fact, that I had let him take me to bed. It was my first time, and I thought I was in love. But we weren't meant to be. I fought for us, he fought for us, but in the end, a square peg just don't fit in a round hole, if'n you'll excuse the wordplay.

Like I was sayin', this was sexual tension. When I'd first realized it, I laughed. How could there be sexual tension between Spike and I? We'd been friends for years! I'd known him since he was a baby! As we walked back to the barn, he'd asked me what I was laughin' at. I hadn't realized I'd laughed out loud.

I told him it was nothin' just a joke Macintosh had told me earlier. Then he asked me to tell it. I should've seen that comin'. I stumbled through an old joke that wasn't that funny, but Spike laughed all the same. I'm sure it was just a courtesy laugh, but it seemed honest.

We finally got back to the barn and I told him he could set the bushels anywhere. As he walked away, I realized just how big he had gotten. Dragon puberty was certainly good to him. Beneath his scales, ripplin' muscles relaxed and contracted as he set the bushels down in the barn. He didn't break a sweat, but he was still shinin' like the sun itself. The way that tail swished and swirled without him even thinkin' about it was like cobra comin' out of a snake charmer's basket.

Walkin' on two legs like he does had really given him a fine rear-end. I wasn't above stealin' a glance when I thought I could get away with it, but sweet Celestia, it was fun to stare at. Before I knew it, he'd turned around and caught me slack-jawed.

He asked me if I was okay, and I snapped out of it pretty quickly. I told him I was fine, and thanked him for the day's labor. I offered him his usual reward; some apples for Twilight and a few mugs of our cider for the walk home.

He greedily drank down three flagons before biddin' me goodbye. I'm kinda ashamed to admit this, but as he was drinkin' I couldn't help but steal a few more glances at the rest of him. He'd developed so well, his muscles all toned, and his face not nearly as pointy as the other dragons. I'd say he was leanin' towards androgyny, but them muscles couldn't be hidden. He was like Mac in that respect. As I followed the bounce of his throat, I began to feel somethin' in a place normally reserved for stallions.

That's when I started to worry. I let Spike go for the day, and he gave me somethin' I'd been lookin' forward to since he arrived, whether I wanted to admit it or not. He'd gotten into the habit of huggin' goodbye, not that anypony minded, of course.

He swept me up in his arms and gave me a big ol' hug, which I eagerly returned. His scent was intoxicatin'. Somethin' about the musky-ness of hard work combined with whatever Twilight made him scrub up with was almost enough ta put me into a swoon right then and there. If you know me, you know I ain't much for swoonin' or any a that nonsense. Spike was different though. Wrapped in those strong arms, I felt safe. I felt like all the stresses of runnin' a farm and all the worries about money just melted away. Before I knew it, I was back on the ground. My cheeks were about as hot as an iron skillet at breakfast time. If he noticed, he didn't say anythin'. Livin' with Twilight instilled in him a good set a manners.

He said goodbye and went on his way, leavin' a weak kneed mare in his wake.

That night, I laid awake. I knew I had to be up early, but all I could think about was Spike. It's not unlike a girl to fantasize, but my hoof was darn near worn out by 'round midnight. I couldn't believe myself every time I'd finished. What would Mac think? Or Granny Smith if she were still around? Her granddaughter gettin' herself loved up by a dragon; the idea was unheard of!

Dragons weren't even citizens in Equestrian society! Spike was damn near the only one any ponies had ever seen that wasn't tryin' ta eat them or burn 'em alive! Spike was different in a lot of ways. My mind drifted back to the hug he'd given me earlier that day. I imagined those strong arms, pinnin' my hooves to the ground as he lay on top of me. That serpent's tongue flickin' all over me as he worked his way down. Truth be told, I kinda liked a little roughhousing in the bed. I liked to be pinned, and I could also do some pinnin' myself. But the image of Spike just holdin' me down and takin' all those hormones out on me just... got me goin'. It was all I could do to not make any noise as I found my hoof drifting down towards my marehood. Earth pony's natural gift is stamina, and I knew if I ever got the chance, I would wear that dragon out.

I was beyond worryin' about the fact that Spike was a different species. He was a male, and all males have one thing in common. I went back into my head and I could swear I heard Spike growlin' sweet nothin's in my ear as he got in position. I was flat on my belly, forelegs splayed by my sides. He'd let me know he was ready, and I could almost feel his hot length pressed up against the small of my back. He'd asked me if I was ready, and a moan would be my only response. With one hand, he'd work his way to my chest, slowly guiding it south over my belly, across my nipples to just above my sex. With a swift motion, he'd raise my flanks, keeping my head and chest to the ground. He'd nibble my ear as I was near ready to beg him for what I knew he was all too willin' to give me. I could feel it skirt my entrance, sendin' shivers down my spine as my whole body shook with anticipation. It had been a while since I've "gotten any," so this was a welcome feeling, even if it's only in my head.

I had never seen a dragons member, so I could only guess what if would feel like, but as with every stallion in my fantasy, his was perfect. He teased me for just the right amount of time before finally givin' me what I wanted. With each thrust I squeaked and moaned. My front hooves dug at the dirt in front of me before he held them down with both hands. He knew what I liked. His rhythm was perfect, his timing was flawless. As I playfully struggled against him, those fantastic muscles kept me in place. He knew when to slow down and when to speed up, matchin' my body perfectly. He'd continue like this until I got tired; always the gentlecolt. As he continued, I could feel the finale coming up. I didn't want to cum looking at the ground, I wanted to see his face as my body gave him what he needed. I wanted to see his face as it twisted up in pleasure, as he released himself deep inside me. I wanted to know I could make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I turned my head to the side, beggin' him to roll me over. He obliged, not even removing himself from me as I twisted around on his stiff member. I was on my back when he abandoned pinning my forelegs, opting simply to come chest-to-chest with me, his arms on either side of me, not breakin' his thrust even for a moment. I could feel myself gettin' close to finishin'. I wrapped my hooves around his neck and waist, pullin' those scaly lips in for a kiss. He was more than willin'. My tongue got in a few lashes against his before I had to separate. A moan echoed through my dreamscape as I called out his name. I felt myself clamp and contract around the hot shaft that had brought me to this amazin' point. I felt it pulse and contract with me as his warm seed flooded in. Grunt after grunt, he kept goin', makin' sure every last ounce of his essence was buried inside me, all the while lookin' into my eyes, and tellin' me how much he cared about me.

A knock at my door pulled me out of my fantasy world and back into the real one. Mac was standin' in the doorway, a none too pleased  look on his face. He asked me to keep it down, certainly not oblivious to what I was up to, but not appreciative of bein' woke up at half past midnight.

I apologized and set my head on my pillow, starin' at my ceilin'. That's when I got a wild idea I'd come to regret. Tomorrow in the apple orchard, once Mac took the cart back, I decided I was gonna have sex with Spike.

The Way It Is

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.

The Way It Would Be

The Way It Would Be

I tell ya, I couldn't help but laugh at Spike's expression. He looked as though he could have slept in the middle of my orchards 'till morning. I let him know he was welcome to stay for supper, which he readily agreed to. Mac usually made a pretty good dinner, and even though he lasted all of a few minutes, he looked exhausted. By now, I was kinda excited. After all, I'd gone through with it, and he was just as willin' as I was! The rush was somethin' I had never experienced, even though I didn't get off. I didn't much mind that fact, as there'd be time for that later. As a matter of fact, I was already busy tryin' to think up a way to keep him around tonight. It wouldn't be a stretch to tell Twilight I'd need him for an early day tomorrow, and that he could sleep on one of our couches.

Though it wouldn't be the couches he'd be sleeping on.

After he regained his wits, we headed back to the farm. It took a while for 'little Spike' to go back to where he belonged. Dragons couldn't hide their shame like stallions could. I'd imagine that fact created quite a few awkward mornin's for Twilight.

We walked in silence for the most part, until he asked me if I'd always thought about him like that. It was a tough answer. Truthfully, of course I hadn't. Only after he'd begun to come into himself had I really started to have a few stray thoughts about him. Though it was the truth, I felt a might shallow givin' that answer. Spike was a good dragon, and Twilight had taught him well how to treat other ponies with respect. He was pretty well known around town, bein' the only dragon and all. I told him I'd been thinkin' about doin' this for a while. He nodded, seemingly happy that somepony had taken an interest in him like this. I asked him if he'd ever thought about me that way.

He said he hadn't until now, but lookin' back on it, he could see himself eventually gettin' involved with one of Twilight's friends.  I brought up his crush on Rarity, and he just laughed. He knew once he'd grown a bit that he and Rarity were just too different. Then he told me somethin' I wished I hadn't heard. His first kiss was from Apple Bloom. He and her actually really hit it off, and he mentioned if she hadn't gone off to college, that he might still be interested. I felt terrible after that, and it certainly put a damper on my plans. Apple Bloom had asked in nearly every letter how Spike was doin' and I just thought it was a friendly interest.

That's when I reminded myself of the deal we'd made. He and I were just intimate so he could get practice and relieve himself of some of those hormones he's been full of. I remembered when Mac was his age. He had a different mare home just about every week. Better to have Spike with just one than with everypony in town, right?

We got back to the barn and finished puttin' the apples away. We headed inside to find Mac gone, a note taped to the door. It said he had gone to Twilight's for a bit to do some readin'. Yeah. Readin' was just what they were doin'. I'd known of my brother's crush on Twilight for some time now. That's actually how Spike came about workin' here. Ol' Twi was completely oblivious to Mac's takin' a shine to her. He practically had to build a neon sign for her to finally get the picture. Now that she had, they spent a lot of time together. I was happy for her and Mac, they certainly couldn't have done much better.

Besides that, it gave Spike and I some alone time, and I was already recallin' my fantasies of the night before. I looked over my shoulder at him, flickin' my tail to one side. I asked him if he was ready for another round. His cheeks lit up as he nodded. Hell, I probably didn't even have to ask. I brought him up to my room and lay down on the bed. I laid on my belly and arched my back for him. I asked him if he was ready, but in the time it took us to climb the stairs, he was already at attention. Foreplay would come later, right now I wanted one thing, and one thing only.

He seemed amazed by my hindquarters, though I couldn't really blame him. Hard work'll tone you up somethin' fierce. That, and I'd only had two sexual partners up until now, so my parts were far from worn out. I heard my back crack as I arched it further, stretching my front legs across my pillow, nearly shivering in anticipation of what was to come. I felt one knee on the bed by my hind legs, then another. I cast the sexiest eyes I could manage behind me. He was still focused on my flank, which was fine, because that's what I wanted him concentrated on anyway. He rested both of his pretty large claws on my flank. I flicked my tail excitedly, givin' him a good look at what was all his.

He was nerovus. I could feel his heartbeat in his claws alone. He flexed his fingers, dragging his claws across my cutie mark. I let out a sharp gasp, and he apologized immediately. Looks like I'd have to teach him the difference between a good and bad gasp. I told him it felt good, and after a few more scratches, I felt I'd have to grease the wheels a little. I backed my flank up a bit, his solid member pointing straight up at my entrance. He raised himself from his knees and aligned himself. This was it, I could feel the heat from his shaft gettin' closer to me. I noticed a bit dripping down my hind leg as I waited on him. I guess I was hotter for this than I thought.

I felt his arms fall on either side of me as I was in submission below him. His scaly chest and muscles rested gently on my back. It had only been a few minutes, but he was driving me wild with his slow approach. I had half a mind just to ram myself backwards and get this show on the road. I calmed myself, and whispered for him to hold me down. He was understandably confused, so I told him to hold down my forelegs and... pretty much told him to fuck me already. Not very lady like, but my patience has its limits.

He nodded, and then I finally felt it. The shape of the tip was thin, but tapered out into the hot shaft that slowly sank into me. Sweet Celestia this was the feeling I'd been searching for. It was amazing, and I knew Spike was enjoying it too, if his low, throaty growl was any indication. I'd try my hardest to bring out the beast within him if I could. As he pushed my lips apart, I couldn't help but moan. I'm glad Mac wasn't there, 'cause I'm sure anypony in the house would have known what was goin' on. Before I knew it, he was hilted. He was the perfect length. Too long and he would be buttin' up against my cervix, and that just plain hurts. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed.

By this point I was sure he was fighting the urge to blow again.  I could feel his claws tightening around my hooves as he just sat there, feeling me. I knew he'd be gone soon, seein' as how he is a virgin and all. I gave my pelvic muscles a quick squeeze, just to test his reaction. He let out an "Ah!" that was just about adorable. I had him now, and figured I'd just have to ride him to get myself off. I pulled away form him, then slammed back, makin' the sexiest noises I could think of and repeating the motion. His face was turning red, and I could feel the pulse of his member lettin' me know it was about that time. I thrusted and squeezed him with each move, and after three or four pumps, I felt him wash my insides with his seed.

His claws actually drew blood against my forelegs, but I didn't care. I was too lost in the moment to worry about anything but finishing what we'd started in the fields. After I was sure he was done releasing himself, I pulled away, his still stiff shaft sliding out with ease. He was gasping for breath, still on his knees, looking at me. He told me that was the best thing he'd ever done. Imagine his surprise when I told him we weren't finished yet. I tossed him onto his back and straddled him across my bed. I was gonna enjoy this. I was already primed, and so was he. With a hoof I guided him in, and sat down. This time he moaned a lot louder than before.

I ground my hips against his waist, rolling that sweet shaft inside me, hitting every space in between. Instinctively, his claws traced my chest as I rode. Before long, my chorus of 'oh's and 'ah's were replaced by heavy breaths as I began to bounce on him. I started small, just a bit out before slamming back onto his lap. He put his claws on my flanks to steady me as I ran my hooves through my mane. Before long, I was thinkin' about nothing more than gettin' myself off, and I was almost there. Spike was nearing his second orgasm of the session, and I was all the more excited that we might be able to cum together.

I put both of my forelegs beside his head and looked into those green eyes of his as he looked into mine. I was still bouncing steadily on him, but I could tell he was nearly there, as was I. I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues forgetting any hint of shyness and wrestling with each other. My moans broke our kiss, though I kept my mouth near his. His whispered in my ear that I was the most beautiful mare he's ever seen.

I don't know if it was just the hormones talkin' or what, but right after he whispered that, I felt his member pulse as he gasped. I felt what little bit of semen he had left get shot into me as I came right after. It was everything I'd hoped for and then some. My tempo slowed as I kept ridin' him, getting everything I wanted out of him and more. After what I swear could have been five whole minutes, I came to a rest. Like a train out of coal for the boiler, I was exhausted. I collapsed on top of him, his smooth chest gettin' wet with the sweat I'd built up.

Through my panting, I asked him how he liked his first time. He said he was glad he'd let me give it to him. I was glad too.

The Way We Were

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.

Romancing the Apple

Romancing the Apple

Needless to say, I had to take care of Spike's... excess after our shower. I did it the same way I had last time, and he was more than appreciative. I hopped out of the shower and he dried me off, payin' special attention to my mane and tail. If I had to guess, he'd probably had some experience doing this for Twilight. The drying, I mean. He didn't really need a towel on account of the fact that water just kinda rolls off scales. He was dry almost the moment he stepped out from beneath the runnin' water.

After I dried off, we were ready for some time on the town. I gotta admit, Spike's fingers were a lot better at putting in my hair ties than my hooves. It took a lot less time, too. Anyway, we left the house and set off into town. I had my heart (and stomach) set on a cucumber sandwich. If I recalled, Spike ate gems, so we'd have to stop by Twilight's to get him a few. I didn't mind.

The walk from my farm to the library wasn't a long one and before I knew it, we were outside Twi's house. Now, I had no way of knowing this, but apparently, Spike kept his gems buried in a bag outside. I thought that was kinda weird, but as he walked around to the backyard to dig them up, I figured out why. As I waited outside, I heard something... rhythmic. At first, I thought maybe it was... well, I don't know what I thought it was, but after a few breathless 'Oh Mac!'s I figured it out. I pulled my hat over my eyes and tried to cover my ears. I knew Mac and Twilight had been seein' each other, and I figured they were probably gettin'... physical with each other, but that didn't mean I needed confirmation.

Spike came around the corner and noticed my covered ears. It didn't take him long to figure out why I had plugged 'em. I tell ya what, I couldn't get away from that library fast enough. Not that I had much room ta judge them on their afternoon delight. Heck, at least they're the same species. While we walked, Spike draped a hand over my shoulders. He started softly scratching my back, and I almost had to stop in the middle of the street, it felt so good. It was nothin' unusual, though. Spike was seen with Twilight's friends often enough, and we all know how useful his fingers can be.

For scratching.

Anyway, I kept up my pace as I caught him grinnin' at me. He said he knew most ponies had trouble scratchin' their backs, and I was no different. Livin' with us pony folk had served him well. Once we got to the town square, we took a seat on a bench.

"Where do you want to eat?" he asked.

I shrugged. It honestly didn't much matter to me where we went. As long as we were in each others company, we coulda eaten on the moon! He asked me if there was anyplace I wanted to try. Truth be told, there was a tiny cafe (I think Rarity called it a bistro) that had just opened up. Only reason I knew about it was on account of Rarity goin' on about how good the hayseed salad had been. I pointed it out, and Spike got off the bench, squatting down in from of me.

When I asked him what he was doin' he told me to 'get on'. I threw my forelegs over his shoulders and I felt his arms wrap around my hind legs. It had been years since I had a piggyback ride! I rested my head on his shoulder as he walked. I couldn't deny that he'd grown into quite the imposin' figure since he'd shown up as a baby here with Twilight. Maybe I'm just a sucker for a pony (or dragon) with broad shoulders.

It was actually pretty interesting to get to see Ponyville the way Spike does. He's about a whole apple bucket taller than Macintosh, and only a few apples shy of bein' taller than Celestia herself. A'course, I knew he'd get bigger. Much bigger, in fact. To big to keep up this little game we've been playin' that's for sure. But for right now, I had a pretty good thing going.

We grabbed a table outside, Spike munchin' on his gems while I looked over the menu. A couple red flags popped up as I was looking for somethin' to eat. Half the menu was in some kinda foreign language, and there weren't any prices next to anything.

"Uh, Spike... Ah think we may want ta pick a different spot."

He raised an eyebrow, his cheeks full of emerald shards. "What for?"

"Well, it just looks kinda expensive here, is all—"

"Nah, don't worry about that." He waved a hand, fishing around for another gem with the other. "I've got you."

I asked him if he was sure, and he had to stifle a laugh. Once our waiter came to take our order, Spike dug around in his bag for a diamond about the size of my eye. He flipped it to the waiter and told him to keep the change! "Well aren't you a big shot," I teased.

He laughed. He told me he had tons more where that came from. He'd hunted down enough gems for Rarity that he knew exactly where all the best veins were located outside of town. As we sat and ate, I couldn't help but think about how different Spike is from the rest of Ponyville. Heck, the rest of Equestria!

I mean, it wouldn't make a difference if Spike were a pony or not... I don't think so, anyway. The more I ate my salad and the more he ate his gems, the more obvious our differences became. Sure, nopony gave him a cross look here, but this was Ponyville. His hometown and where he spent a good chunk of his life. Would the ponies of Manehattan be so accepting? Las Pegasus? Would ponies who've never interacted with a dragon before even give the two of them a chance? Or would they run away screaming to get their hayforks and torches?

Thinkin' about that only brought up somethin' I had yet to consider. Dragons can live for thousands of years. The oldest pony ever recorder was only two hundred eighty one when he died. I'd maybe get a fraction of his life to spend with him before my time would be up. Then what? Would he forget about me? Would I be a distant memory, if I was one at all?

The more I thought about the decisions I'd made in the past forty eight hours, the more I began to realize how stupid and impulsive I'd been. On top of that, how was I supposed to tell Twilight? Should I even tell her? I mean, it wasn't like we were dating or anything we were just... having sex with each other whenever the mood struck. I guess that doesn't sound as good as I thought it would.

Maybe I should just tell him that there's no way we can keep doin' this. That all of this is only temporary and soon, he'll forget all about me once he's found a girl-dragon to be with...

That's when it hit me.

... Or maybe I could do somethin'... unconventional.