Author's Note

II | Farm Bucking

~ II ~

Farm Bucking

Applejack would have screamed if she saw a dragon on her farm, but she was more annoyed than afraid in this particular case.

It probably helped that this specific dragon was the furthest thing from normal. He stood at the top of a small hill on the form, tall enough to reach up into a branch and pick himself an apple, the muscles in his abdomen and chest bugling underneath his scales as he did so, bringing the apples to his mouth and preparing to take a bite.

Applejack's cheeks burned pink upon reaching the top of the hill, and in biting down on the rope around her neck, snapped it forward and around the apple in the claw, pulling it back her waiting forehoof. The drake promptly looked at her. "Those who don't work, and do their dues, don’t get to dine on somepony else’s dime.”

"C'mon, Applejack!" Spike shrugged as a gust of wind took the leaves between them into the air. "Not only did I skip out on breakfast, but I had to help Rarity with a very intense modelling session. Can't you give a guy a break and feed the hungry?"

"Only those who work can take breaks." Applejack turned and deposited the apple in her satchel. "I'm sorry, sugarcube, but that's how things are around here, and I don't break my principles, not even for friends." She then looked back at him. "Why not just go back to the castle and cook yourself something really nice?"

"Because that would require doing something more than just dishes afterward." Spike rubbed his stomach as it ached at its absence of food, the condition made worse from his previous love-making session. Why hadn't he just made himself a sandwich afterward? "Chores and paperwork indoors will kill this vibe I have going on."

Applejack only tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, yeah, let me see what I can do here." His eyes scanned around the environment, catching all the trees that had yet to be bucked and even the silhouette of distant workers. He then clapped his claws together. "That's it! You're low on workers, aren't you?"

Applejack sighed as her shoulders slumped. "Must be a classic Sherlock to figure that one out." She shook her head and rose a hoof. "Sorry, I didn't mean to phrase it quite like that." She lowered her hoof and looked up at Spike. "I've been running low on sleep and time ever since the family had to leave the city for Granny's surgery." She chuckled lethargically. "They say you don't miss somepony until they're gone, but all I'm missing about Big Mac is how much work he got done by himself."

"The family didn't think to hire some weekend help?"

"We couldn't afford anything once everything is said and done with Granny." Applejack shrugged. "Besides, I told 'em not to sweat it and just focus on getting Granny better." She gave a half-smile. "You know how I am with taking matters into my own hooves."

"And lucky for you, I'm a dragon looking to get some apples into his own claws." Spike lowered himself onto his knees until they were on equal eye-level, the sudden sight of his muzzle before her's caused Applejack to lose her breath. "Say I clear this right-half of the field, you have to promise me a few apples with the letter 'S' ingrained, as well as your presence over a turned barrel with a nice red cloth over it."

Applejack narrowed her eyes and scrunched her muzzle. "I'm sorry, but who are you again?"

"Don't play me like that!" Spike held out his claw. "You very well know that I'm your friendly neighbourhood dragon—I'm a ‘one of a kind’ in these parts, apparently." He chuckled. "So, how about it, do we have a deal?"

Applejack gazed at his outstretched claw, at its sharp contours and its big size, easily able to envelop her own hoof, easily able to claim most of her flank and give it a big squeeze and scratch at where the sun doesn't shine and—

"Y-Y-You really think you could clear this field by yourself!" Applejack gave a forced laugh and pointed her hoof at him. "You were nothing more than just a boy a month or so ago. Heck, by the way you're still talking, you still sound like just a boy."

"I'm over eighteen if it's labour laws you're worried about."

"There you go again!" Applejack lowered her hoof. "Sayin’ you could do such a thing by yourself. What, you want a date from me afterward?”

"Not a date, per se." Spike bounced his head left and right as he still held out his claw. "Just a joint breakfast if it makes you feel better. Just wanna make sure you're not going to do more than your share of work after I'm done doing your share of work."

Applejack continued to look at his claw, and once again, dirty thoughts continued to course through her head. She shook her head, but that did nothing to shake the idea of Spike's tall body towering over her tiny form as he slowly pushed her down and—

"Alright then!" Applejack took his claw with her hoof and shot it wildly. "You do my share of the work for the day, and we'll eat out apples to your heart's content." She then snickered as she pulled back her hoof. "But if ya fail or give up before afternoon strikes, then ya have to promise me to leave me alone and go back home. Got it?"

"Stakes!" Spike threw up his claws as he stood back up. "Normally, I'd be scared of them because I didn't believe I'd amount to the call, but they're just making today all the more interesting." He looked down at the mare with a grin, cracking his knuckles against his palm. "So, when do we begin?"

"Your shift starts now!" Applejack whipped her rope as it snapped into the air. "Get a move on, dragon boy!"

Applejack expected a few things to happen during their deal, like plenty of complaining from the drake or an early surrender, frail stamina or faux strength, anything to work against his cocky words and show the boy his place.

The drake quickly showed his place was on the farm.

"Take that!" Spike punched the tree to his left before jogging a few steps back. "And you as well!" His left fist slammed into the tree to his right, knocking off every apple on its every branch as they rained into the wooden buckets set at its sides. "Oh! Trying to sneak up on me, huh? Well, let's HAVE AT YOU!" He quickly spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick to the tree just behind and between the other two—a branch actually snapped off from the impact.

Anypony else and Applejack would have given them trouble for playing while they worked, but this dragon accomplished twice the amount of work she did in half the time. As seen by the droplets of sweat sprayed off his body from his fluid movements, he was working hard but was also bearing a grin through his shift.

"Just when he's fooled me into being a lost cause," Applejack muttered to herself as she laid back against a tree, her hat tipped over her eyes as she took a much-needed break from her duties. She should have napped while she had the chance, but watching the sexy monster move, of seeing his arms flex with every punch, of watching his abs clench as his pillar-like legs delivered a kick, of experiencinghis hypnotic movement as his every step was a dance into the following action—Applejack found her body becoming harder at the sight, no, the very idea of Spike.

"Crap..." Spike jogged back a couple of steps and became still, placing his claws on his lips and staring at the wooden buckets overfilled with apples. "I may be able to clear this whole field, but it's all useless if the apples are just going to fall on the ground and go to waste."

Applejack snickered, but didn't know why. "Looks like someone's efficiency ain't as great as they thought they were." She cursed herself internally for her words. "Collecting is just as important as bucking. You'll have to slow it down to pick it up." She began to push off from her tree. "Guess I'll step in if you—"

"Keep laying down," Spike commanded with fierce eye contact. "You've already done enough."

"Enough?!" Applejack, not knowing why, laid down. "Enough isn't enough to match our quota. You need my help even if you're too proud to admit it."

"A dragon has to be proud, or else he's just a husk of scales." Spike turned his head about and searched the field, looking for something, anything, to solve his issue. Then he stopped and smiled, rushing over a set of trees to the left. "A prideful dragon means he has to amount to something, something more than his very existence, something others can depend upon for its consistency."

"Oh, hosh posh." Applejack dismissively waved a hoof. "You must have spent far too much time around Twilight if you're spouting that kind of nonsense." She crossed her forehooves over her fluffy chest. "Words like that look nice on paper but have no practical value whatsoever."

"Oh yeah?" Spike walked back in front of her while pulling carts in each of his claws, stopping once he was in front of her. "Says who?"

"Says me."

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I'm getting the impression that my presence isn't very well-liked by you." He came around to the middle where two wooden beams were sticking out from each cart, connecting to a single harness that he ducked into and let rest on his shoulders. "I do something to pluck a strand from your mane?"

"Just interfering with my work and being a smart flank about it." Applejack turned her head again, and once again, she hated herself for the way she was acting. She hadn't seen the dragon in a long time, so long, in fact, she was beginning to get worried for the boy, and here he was now, confident and hardworking, and all she could do was give him more trouble than what he deserved. "You gonna give up now and just admit ya need my help?"

"I'd love to have your help once you've had a moment to help yourself." Spike then slowly rose up, up against the weight of the harness and the two carts on his side, raising their heavyweight into the air. He was cautious for a few seconds, collecting his new balance. "For now, this dragon has to win back his pride from you."

Applejack pulled her hat back and revealed her wide eyes. "I-I don't believe it!"

"Believe it, sister!" Spike threw his right fist into the next tree, shoulders swaying with the momentum, so the right cart collected the falling apples, that was, until the drake threw his left fist into the bark and shook the other half of the tree, the left cart colliding into its side as apples fell into that one as well, enough weight on both to keep them balanced."

"S-Spike!" Applejack quickly got up from her tree, stumbling a few steps as she rushed to his side. “T-Those carts are meant for at least two ponies to pull, nonetheless pick up!”

"Then consider this one of the few times I'm glad I'm not a pony." Spike continued to the next tree and continued his punches and his kicks, keeping up with the same efficiency he had before. "Told you my pride was more than just words—and if you truly wanna help me out, then you can start by getting me more carts to clasp on!"

Applejack wasn't used to taking orders; she was used to giving them. She wouldn't have stood for anypony else barking orders, of somepony else trying to assert their dominance over her—she always had to be the strongest one for the sake of her family. But yet, here was this strong dragon, one who was kind but with a quick wit, demanding a task of her.

"O-Okay then!" Applejack slowly turned around, feeling something hot spread throughout her body and something wet rub itself between her hind legs. "I'll g-get that cart for you straight away!"

And that was how most of the early morning went.

"So when in the hay did your balls finally drop?"

Spike glanced down at his crotch. "Mine doesn't quite work that way."

"And what's up with that tongue of yours?!" Applejack crossed her forehooves from the other side of the barrel. "You were one to joke and complain, but that mouth of yours has reached new heights."

"That's probably because I got taller."

"Oh, hush." She turned her head and pulled off the satchel from her back, turning it over above the table and letting a steady stream of apples fall onto the red cloth. "Here's your treat for a job well done." Once the flow of apples had ceased, she sat back down and picked up one herself. "You know, you really did surprise up once or twice out there on the farm."

"You're not the only one who was surprised." Spike picked up an apple but didn't eat it straight away, staring at his reflection on its glossy red skin. "I've always dreamed of doing those kinds of stuff, only today, I actually did them and had the words to back up the act." He grinned as he took a bite out of the apple, talking as he chewed. "Today's been a good day, then it got a whole lot better when I got to see your face."

"Why haven't you become the flirt." Applejack still felt herself blush as she tossed the core of an apple. "Whatever happened to the dragon that was too scared to talk about mares, nonetheless hit on them."

"Oh, I still am that dragon." Spike picked up another apple and rubbed it against his broad chest. "It's just your southern beauty tore through my insecurity and gave me the confidence to shine a few words in your honour."

Applejack chuckled nervously, slowly turning her head away. "Y-You seriously will make a mare happy someday with such a tongue." She then looked down. "But... Spike? I know that we're friends, but you really should be saying such insincere things, especially to a mare, no less."

"Who said they were insincere?" Spike took a bite from the new apple, his fangs tearing into the skin and splattering juice all over himself, the mess not stopping him from quickly devouring his treat. "You were always an inspiration for me when I was younger, from keeping true to your word and upholding them with your actions—wouldn't have finished your share of farm-work had I not you to go off as a basis."

"Well... that's certainly flattering and all." Applejack looked back up at him, her eyes catching the juices running down his body. "But you weren't exactly talking about the way I choose to live my life."

"Your body then? Well, that's something I could talk for a long time about." Spike bit into yet another apple, and yet again, more juices sprayed onto his chiselled abdomen. "From the cuteness of the freckles on your face to your southern drawl, how you orange coat glints in the sunlight and how slim your barrel is. And that's keeping it tame."

Applejack's heart hammered in her chest as she cocked her head left. "You mean to say you've been having untamed thoughts about me?"

“What stallion isn't?” Spike titled his head for a second with his tongue wrapped around his next apple. "Okay, maybe I forgot to include a mare or two in that equation." He pulled the apple into his mouth and began munching away. "But you can't blame us! With your muscular flanks working the field, it drives every onlooker mad with arousal!"

"Does... does it really?"

"Dunno for the rest." Spike finished the apple and tossed away the core. "But it sure as heck does for me." He stood up and began to stretch his arms. "How you've been on the market for so long is beyond me. You mix beauty with sexy, proud with dedication, comforting with a listening ear—and I'm not the only male to have noticed." He looked down and noticed his juice-covered body. "Heh, the price of being a sloppy eater." He stretched out his tongue into the air, wrapping it around himself, again and again, covering his body down to his waist, and then with a mighty pull, spun his body around as his tongue collected all the juices off of himself.

Applejack went to say something but stopped at the act, at seeing his long tongue slither out from his mouth, the thought of which wrapping around her body created a heat between her hind legs, making them rub together as she imagined its length there, lapping at her needy pussy and exploring its depths, flicking at all the places no other tongue or hoof could reach, driving her crazier and wilder with lust and need to finally break into the world of pleasure she has long since ignored.

After a few moments had passed, Spike's tongue left his body and returned inside his mouth, bringing along all the collected juice as he swallowed it down with joy. "Then again, the perks of being a dragon." He stood still for a moment, sniffing the air as a scent caught his attention. "Huh. Something smells funny." He looked over to Applejack. "You catching that as well?"

Applejack's cheeks were burning red as she stepped back from both the barrel and the dragon, coming closer to the barn's doors. "S-Smell what?! I don't smell anything but hay and your body odour!"

Spike blinked before sniffing under his armpits. "It isn't me!" He stole another sniff from the air. "This smell is a lot stronger, and if I may say, not entirely awful."

"W-Well, I have no clue—"

"It's you!" Spike pointed a claw at her as he finally caught the source. "The smell is coming from you!" He then narrowed his eyes and cocked his head left. "Hey, Aj? Why is your tail wet and sticking to your flanks?"

"H-Huh?" She turned her head and saw her tail, slick with her juices with more still pouring out, sticking to her flank as her aroma wafted up into the air. She'd been so lost in her fantasy that her lust had become a reality. "Oh dear Celestia!" She looked back to the drake and slowly backed away, her hindquarters toward the doors. "What I mean to say is that its none of your darn business!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Spike raised his claws and held them in surrender. "Why don't we just sit back down and finish our—"

"I'm about finished with you right now!" Applejack backed away in a burst, and while doing so, had her hind legs slip on the rope she left laying on the barn floor. She fell onto her back, flustered by the drake and agitated by the fall, feeling the rope wrap around her barrel and hooves as her attempt to shake it off only bounded her further. "Darn rope! You've betrayed me."

"Uh, Applejack?"

"Kinda tied up at the moment!" Applejack tried spreading her hind legs apart, but they were tightly bound by the rope. "If you have something to say, you better do so quickly before I get out of this mess and this barn."

"See, the thing is, you're kinda giving me a view down there." Spike glanced downward between her legs, and when she did the same, the two blushed madly at seeing her puffy orange pussy slick with her juices, winking sporadically in need of desperate attention. "To be honest, you know that I like you, but I wasn't expecting you to like me back."

"A-And I d-don't'!"

"You really are an awful liar, you know that?"

"I ain't lying, and this isn't what it looks like!" Applejack's heart hammered as the tall dragon began slowly towards her, his shadow dwarfing her body as she couldn't move as her forehooves were bound against her chest, knowing full well that this strong dragon had absolute control over her—she felt her pussy leak with a torrent of juices just at the very idea. "I d-don't think that your strong o-or handsome, t-that your scales glint in sunlight o-or that your muscles are all that big."

Spike smiled as he crouched before her.

"T-That smile does absolutely nothing for me!" Even Applejack could feel her pussy wink as his gaze settled upon it. "How you talk is full of baloney, and you ain't even all that funny." She turned her head. "I-I-I have no clue how a mare is e-ever gonna fall for you!"

"Think I found one that just did." Spike gazed up at her from the bottom of her body. "Never expected you to be so direct with this, but you've always had a hard time lying—unless it's to yourself. Even then, your body is always honest with yourself, and maybe your mouth should be too."

Applejack said nothing as he felt his claws slip underneath her barrel, one claw at her neck and the other at her rump, lifting her into the air bridal style as she was forced to lean into his muscular chest. She wanted to say something, complain or yell, but she was far too exhausted to make anything up as the embrace and comfort of the dragon soon won control over her nerves.

She always hated feeling weak, having to rely on others when she could get the job done herself with some extra hard work. Never before has she been carried like this, in the arms of someone so annoying and yet so dependable, so kind as to suffer her insults and still pay compliments back, to have chest worthy of her dreams and making her heart hammer further as she felt his defined pecs.

Every step of the dragon lulled her into a different state, a state she had always been curious about but never had the time to explore... or someone else to explore it with. Before she knew it, the two of them were sitting on straw bales with her on his lap, her legs still wrapped and her marehood exposed to his gaze—she didn't mind that so much anymore.

"L-Listen, Spike, I don't know where this is going, but all of this is just some big misunderstanding." Applejack looked up at her, eyes low and cheeks shot, tone wavering as she didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what she needed. "You're a dragon, and I'm a pony, and I think—MMHMM!"

Applejack was interrupted by scaly lips connecting with hers.

Her green eyes widen at the sudden contact, taking a sharp intake of air through her nostrils as she stared up at his face. His muzzle was close, eyes closed and face relaxed as he fully gave himself into the kiss, as he showed her the sincerity of the love he felt for her body and personality.

Her first instinct was to beat him away, to push him off and to yell, but such an act seemed too exhausting to her, and they kissed so warmly on her lips. She wasn't exactly sure how or why it happened, but her eyes began to slide close as well, pressing her lips against him to claim more of it, feeling her tongue squeeze into his mouth and start to wrestle with his nimble tongue.

Never before has she felt something so great, never before had she thrown herself so fearlessly into an embrace such as this, of trying to claim more of his body. His sharp digits felt at her muscular flank, making her gasp into the kiss as they dug in all the right places on her ass. A few moments passed, and even though they didn't want to, the duo broke away for air.

"See?" Spike said with his nose pressing against hers, smiling while he panted. "Your mouth is capable of fooling us both, but your body and your actions will always speak the truth."

"That's it." Applejack panted with her lips stretching into a sly grin. "I'm tired of caring about all that other stuff now. I wanna rub my pussy against your hard chest and feel that tongue of yours again."

Spike grinned as he began to lay back, the mare sliding herself up from his abdomen to his chest, coming close enough with her muzzle to lock lips with him again, feeling her burning pussy slam against his pecs to keep itself tame, rubbing her vulva up and down his muscles as they were far harder and far better than any other time she'd used her hooves.

In the battle for oral dominance with a purple muzzle slamming against an orange one, Applejack felt her tongue constantly wrapped by his smaller one, subduing it into submission and coaxing it with his wet muscle, stealing a few flicks inside her mouth as the sensation of such drove his cock to peek out from its hiding place.

"Mmhmm." Applejack broke away from the kiss as she felt his cock poke against her left ass cheek, sliding back to his abdomen and further against it. "Seems like your body isn't a fan of lying either." She moved her rump so that his cock slipped in-between her butt cheeks, sliding them up and down her member and occasionally clenching on him, making him tilt back his head as he moaned into the air. "Having a bit of trouble holding all of you back there, heh."

Spike didn't seem to mind that at all as he began to rock his hips back and forth, feeling more of her thick ass cheeks rub against the sides of his cock, their fat and plushness far better than his claws could ever hope to amount as he felt himself go fully hard in her contact.

“Hey, mmhmm, Spike?” Applejack posed as she rubbed her rump down his shaft, coaxing his attention back on her face. "Y-You mind if I start enjoying this too?" She raised her rump, so his cock slipped against her vulva, his length rubbing up and down her folds as her bound legs prevented any restrictions on his part. "You don't know how badly I needed for something like this to happen."

Spike grinned. "Your wish is my command.'

He sat up so that his cock was aimed at her entrance, his claws on each of her flanks to lift her up a few inches, letting her rest her bound forehooves on his chest and her muzzle on his shoulder. She didn't mind the sensation at all of having her supple flank felt up by his claws while she got to feel his muscles, to rely wholly on his strength while she flicked her hips against the tip of his cock.

"C'mon, Spike." Applejack said while beginning to bite softly down on the side of his neck. "Don't keep a mare waiting, please."

Spike nodded as he began to slowly lower her, feeling his cock penetrate past her orange folds as they tightly hugged his sharp tip, the gap between them growing apart, inch by inch, as more of his more considerable length began to slip inside of her. He moaned as the slow ascent was the most pleasing torture of having to stop himself from ramming the fuck out of her tight little pussy then and there.

"Oh yes!" Applejack thrashed from having her pussy filled so suddenly and so sharply. "That's it, Spike! Put it all in! Fill me up with your cock!"

Spike took that as a command as he let go of her flanks and let her fall sharply on his cock, his full length shooting up inside of her immediately as his tip pressed against her cervix, the sudden sensation making her inner walls clench down on his shaft as she began to wiggle her hips to feel more of it.

"More, Spike, more!" Applejack tried rocking her hips back and forth with his cock inside her, but her bounded hooves restricted such movements. "I waited far too long to see how great sex feels like, and I ain't wasting a moment longer waiting!"

Spike couldn't up but chuckled as he picked her up by her flanks again, lifting her while his cock slowly slid out from her pussy, the muscles clenching upon his departure in the vain attempt to keep his shaft inside. It got to the point where only his tip was past her folds, and before Applejack could think to complain, he dropped her again.

His full-length shot inside of her, the movement did not cease when she dropped, for she was picked up before her rump could make contact with his thighs, lifted and fell once more, pussy filled then empty again, over and over, again and again, building into a steady rhythm of thrusts and flicks, of clenching walls and flaring heads.

"I'm g-getting there, Spike!" Applejack began feeling up his chest with her bound forehooves, feeling his muscles and using the sensation to build up the tingling sensation in her core. "Whatever you do, just don't stop!"

Spike took that to heart as he kept lifting and dropping her flank, of feeling her pussy shoot past his cock and clench down on its length, of feeling his muscles burn and ache from repeatedly lifting the mare's body while fucking her at the same time—all of this after working on the farm and without a proper breakfast, no less.

"Thinking I'm about to hit my limit as well," Spike said as he used only one claw to lift her rump, using the other to comb through her mane and undo her ponytail. Her golden locks of hair broke free into the air, strands flying every time she rose into the air, collecting along her back afterward as her face grew brighter and more natural. "I ever say how pretty you look without your hat and your ponytail?"

"You would be the first," Applejack said while biting her lower lip. "And I'm... glad for that."

Spike wanted more, but felt the base of his shaft began to grow in size in accordance to seeing Applejack in her southern perfection, driving his lust to the max as his cock knotted to her entrance, filling up her pussy and pressing ever more against her wall, the last act needed to finally blow the tension that had been growing inside the two ever since their banter had begun.

"Applejack!'

"S-Spike!"

Applejack clenched down on his cock as her pussy welled with her juices, none of which were able to escape past his cock as it blocked her entrance, both of their cum building together in a small river as the two panted from their bliss in harmony. They looked at one another, both in joy and slight disbelief at what had just occurred.

Without any words needing to be exchanged, the two stared deeply into the other's eyes and understood their intention, the drake laying down on his back with the mare laying forward on his stomach, head pressed against his chest where she could hear his beating heart, cock still knotted in her pussy as she enjoyed the sensation of their juices being trapped inside of her—it was so fucking dirty and hot at the same time.

The warmth was not at all a displeasure.

"I think that was my favourite kind of apple-bucking by far."

"Back at it with the jokes, are you?"

"Guess I am." Spike looked down at the cute mare on his chest, how her mane draped over her left eye and how she softly smiled up at him, the look so damn cute that he could hardly contain himself. He began stroking the strands of her mane just to be able to touch more of this beautiful mare. "But if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't joking about the things we just did and said."

"I know." She snuggled underneath his chin and nuzzled him there. "You showed your honesty and sincerity through your actions alone, and ya even taught me to start doing the same." She pulled back to his chest. "After the long hours on the farm, on the nights spent alone in my room, I really need something like this to happen, sugarcube.'

"Glad I could be that something." He stopped stroking her mane for a second. "But you're kinda making it sound like it was your first time here."

"That... because you were." She pressed her face further into his chest to avoid looking up into his gaze. "When you came to the farm offering to do my work, to let me see just how much your body and mind had changed, I immediately took a liking to ya, sugarcube—and that made me scared."

"Scared?" Spike said as he took back his claw. "Look, I know I grew a few feet, and my fangs have become sharper, but I promise you my heart grew just as big as well!" He chuckled as he brought back his claw and began massaging her back, working his digits for any knots in her muscles. "No reason for you to be scared."

"I wasn't scared because you were starting to look more like a dragon." Applejack giggled at having her barrel felt up by his claws. "In fact, that was part of the reason why I took such an intense liking to ya."

"So then, what's the issue?"

"Look, Spike, I haven't exactly... seen myself as a mare per se for the last little while." She sighed as an influx of memories was unleashed on her mind. "Family and duty have always come first in my life, sister and granddaughter, a harder worker and honest friend—hard to see yourself as a mare after all that other stuff is said and done."

"You began... to forget about your own femininity?"

"Ya gotta when you have responsibilities, sugarcube."

"Well, screw that!" Spike wrapped both of his claws around her barrel and held her tightly against his chest, feeling her hooves press against him. "You're Applejack, a mare and all those things combined, and it doesn't matter what aspect your end, be it a worker or granddaughter, I still saw the beautiful mare behind all those things—your femininity isn't locked away by those things, it embodies them!"

"Kinda hard to see a girl barking orders as beautiful."

"Well, I do!" Spike shook his head. "Even when you said I couldn't hold up our deal, I still felt myself having fun in your presence. You're a beautiful mare, Applejack, first and foremost, and there's nothing you can do to change that for me."

"Y-You really mean that, Spike?"

"I've meant it for a long time now, only I've been too scared to admit it." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "Only now I'm not scared anymore to prove it, and I'm willing to do so, again and again, until I can prove it to you."

Applejack was silent and still for a moment, and then, tears began to pour from her eyes as she hugged the dragon back. She couldn't help but laugh, to feel overjoyed to be in the love and comfort of such a dragon and to be able to call him hers whenever she pleased. All those days of wondering if she was attractive, if a stallion would ever come along had passed—she had finally found her one.

It helped that he was a hard worker too.

"Hey, Spike?"

"Yeah, Applejack?"

"So I know all about how your thingy is able to knot." She chuckled. "Caught Winona in a few acts I'd rather not talk about." She shook her head. "But um, how long do you think you'll be stuck down there?"

"I can pull out at any time."

"Wait, what?!" Spike suddenly pulled out from her, the act of doing so suddenly making her orgasm another time as the juices poured out from her. She arched her back as best as she could while tilting her head back, moaning as bliss rocketed through her system, and then a few moments later, she collapsed on the drake, too weak to say or do anything for a while.

And then, a few minutes later...

"Hey, Spike?"

"...yeah?"

Applejack chuckled as he looked up at him from his chest.

"I'm going to have to make you a regular worker on the farm from here on out."