How To Make a Dragon Sweat

by Steel Quill

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Slice of Life, Sex, Anthro, Applejack
Length: 9423

Applejack might strike some as simple, but the woman's got a keen horse sense about the feelings of the folks around her.

It says a lot about someone when they can pick up on things happening around them fairly easily. Applejack might strike some as simple, but the woman's got a keen sense of keeping tabs on the folks around her. If something's off or wrong, you can bet a bit that AJ has an inkling about it. So when Spike comes around feeling a bit down, she takes it upon herself to help pick up his mood, for entirely altruistic motivations.

Absolutely nothing at all to do with her fancying him herself, or having fantasies about him.

No possible connection to the yearning feeling of desire for the young man who snuck his way right into her heart.

...AJ's a terrible liar, didn't you know?
Edit: Featured same day, 1-25-22! Thank you very much!

Artwork by Tangobat! Kinks/tags: MxF, size difference, smaller male/bigger female, mostly human anthro design, big tits, huge ass, sweat/musk, oral, titfuck, cumshots, cunnilingus, tailjob, grinding, hot-dogging/lapdance, cowgirl, creampie, hay.

Published 2022-01-25 18:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-25 18:50:03 UTC

How To Make a Dragon Sweat

Applejack considered herself a patient woman. You had to be when you were an apple farmer, after all.

You had to grow into respecting the slow and steady nature of minding an apple orchard: waiting out the slow weeks of growth as each little seedling and apple bud bloomed and grew into the ripe, fresh crop that sustained the whole farm and her way of life. You worked hard to keep them healthy, took down the old ones who can’t grow anymore and buried them good and proper for new ones to take their place. The fruits they bore, you measured and counted, treated it as good as a banker treats their coins in their vaults. Yes sir, Applejack knows patience and the good lessons it brings.

Which is why it’s such a burning itch in her that she’s finally finding it running out for once.

Now, it wasn’t impatience with her family, or her work, or even with the occasional world-ending circumstances that an Element of Harmony like herself would have to be involved in from time to time. Really, she could boil down the things that burn through her patience like a wildfire to only a handful of things: your typical, boisterous, I’m-gonna-dominate-the-world villain; the brothers Flim and Flam; folks who hate apples; and finally, plain ignorance of what’s good and right. It was why she was watching someone from her stand in the market, keen eyes zeroed in on the face of Spike as he wandered through the marketplace looking bummed.

“It ain’t right none.” She muttered to herself. “She's done gone and went on one of her little freu-freu dates and left him in the dust again.”

AJ had known that Rarity was going off on a date this week. It was something the fashionista had been on about for a little while. She always did like to ramble about such things when they all got together once every couple days. And sure, Rarity was pretty enough with a well-built figure and her feminine wiles to charm any man that she could date who she wanted to. But in all of this, she went without acknowledging the heart of a guy who’d go to Tartarus and back for her. Who literally gave her a crystalline heart as a gift. Who was now walking through Ponyville like he just watched his birthday balloon get set on fire by Discord.

Applejack bit the tip of the piece of hay she’d been chewing on. Better that than her cheek.

It was hard for the apple farmer to try and say just how it was that she grew so fond of Spike. When he and Twilight first came around to Ponyville, he had seemed like a bit of a scrawny tag along to the bookworm. Friendly, enthusiastic, but really just there as a support beam for the socially awkward magic user. Then over time, she learned more about him. He was a diligent young man, youthful but optimistic. He never abandoned Twilight once no matter what issues she faced, from the likes of Nightmare Moon to Discord and beyond. He stood up to Sombra and helped banish his spirit away. Even when he did wrong, he made amends for his mistakes and humbled himself from the experience.

Her expression softened a little as she thought of how he even went so far as to dedicate himself to her when she’d saved his life from the Timberwolves. In truth, the whole thing was a bit of a mess, but the genuine nature of his promise to the apple mare touched her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Fanciful flights of imagination where Spike was in her service wove their way into her mind. An innocent interest shifted as the energetic youth blossomed into a young man. A kind, giving, even arguably handsome young man.

It was something she never spoke of to the other girls. She wasn’t sure if she wanted them to know about it. It could just be something for herself, and maybe one day with him. Maybe.

“Hey, Spike!” She called out as the wandering young man started to pass by. He looked up, her voice clearing through the fog he must’ve been walking in. When he saw her, a grin touched her lips at seeing him smile on recognizing her, turning about to approach her stand. “Well, now. Don’t suppose you got a spare bit on you for an apple, do you mister?”

He chuckled, brushing at his green hair as if to dig out a coin from among the strands. “I think I’m fresh out right now, AJ. Don’t suppose you got any spare ones you can part with for a friend?”

“For a friend indeed.” AJ said before reaching into a small barrel beside her and giving Spike a bright if average sized red apple. It fit his hand easily, and he gave it a light inspection with enough mock seriousness to make the blonde woman laugh. “Go on, now! It ain’t gonna bite ya until you bite it first!” She looked on as he bit into it, savoring the taste and chewing with satisfaction before swallowing it down. Seeing his tongue swipe at his lips made something in her jolt, her foot giving a firm stomp on the ground beneath the stand. “So! What gets the little city dragon out of the den today?”

Spike chuckled and leaned against her stand, almost akin to a patron at a bar trying to smooze up to the bartender. AJ did her bit of leaning in to listen, albeit without a shot glass to polish. “Well, today’s kinda a free day for me. Twilight’s off doing research, the Crusaders are actually grounded for right now-”

“I did tell Bloom that tryin’ ta earn ‘dynamite’ cutie marks were dangerous.”

“-so really, I’m just kinda…here. Rarity’s gone away too.” His smile ebbed a little at that. “Looks like she has an arrangement in Manehattan, with a real suave looking guy. Probably a big shot.”

“Well, you know a lot of those big shots are just a lot of hot air,” she replied, “all pomp and showin’ off. They ain’t the same as down to earth folks like us.”

Spike didn’t seem as encouraged as she hoped. “Yeah, well. He seems like Rarity’s type for sure. Should’ve heard her gushing about him yesterday.”

AJ’s fingers patiently tapped on the wooden counter as she listened to him. “Did she now?”

“It was like watching Twilight get in a shipment of fresh books for the library. You could swear she was almost floating.” Spike turned his back to her and leaned against the stand with both arms propped up on it. “So with her busy with him, I’m just wandering around. Might just go back to the library and…organize shelves again, I guess.”

AJ tapped her fingers a little harder, enough to make a solid drumbeat before straightening up and sparing the wooden counter a fist that might crack it. “Ya know, Spike, there’s a saying about apples.”

“Which one might that be?”

“For every twig that’s got a bad apple, there’s a whole branch with a bushel of good apples,” She declared, “Ya can’t let yerself get stuck on the twigs. There’s better things out there waitin’ for ya to grab hold.”

“Maybe.” Spike said, scratching his head again. “Just seems like sometimes I keep getting the twigs and not any apples.”

AJ smiled to herself, sensing an opportunity. “Well, if it’s apples you want, I got a whole dang field of them you know.” She stepped out and around from the counter, making Spike look up at her when she approached him from the side. There was something about making him do that she liked; it wasn’t anything nefarious or cruel, but just…she liked the idea of him looking up to her. There was respect. Care. She withheld a smirk as his eyes briefly roamed over her body’s curves before centering on her eyes again. He thought she didn’t see it; it was adorable.

“Why don’t ya’ll come on by Sweet Apple Acres for a spell? I got plenty to keep you occupied, and who knows? Having a dragon-kin fella like you around might freshen things up a bit.”

“Really? You need my help?”

“I’m never one to turn down a helpin’ hand or two. And besides, the company’s better with someone I can talk to.” Applejack leaned down to meet Spike’s eye level, entirely aware that the move would let him have an easy peek down her white sleeveless shirt if he was tempted. His gaze wavered a little, but he didn’t give in. She only smiled moreso. “Whattaya say? Better than just mopin’ about. You’ll get a good bit of work in, helpin’ me out. And you get a break from everythin’ else.”

He seemed to consider it for a second before nodding and smiling at the farmer mare, making her heartbeat quicken in delight. “I like the sound of that. Should I come by tomorrow?”

“Why wait till tomorrow? Come on by today. I’ve sold plenty for today anyway, and I can send Mac out here later on to do more. Ain’t like the big lug’s got his own schedule.”

Spike turned sheepish at this and pressed his hands together. “I-I would. But I already did promise to help Pinkie today. She asked me to help with baking since she had to mind the twins some today.”

AJ’s ears gave a little flop of disappointment, but only for a moment before she righted herself. Putting her hands on her hips, she nodded at the smaller youth before her. “Well, I can’t fault you none for looking after our friends. We’ll get you on it first thing bright and early tomorrow.”

“How early?”

AJ grinned. “I’ll give you a kindness and say you can wait till Celestia’s sun is up in the sky proper before coming by. I can handle some of the mornin’ work on my own.”

Spike beamed, and the blonde farmer felt her heart flutter. It was that same old flutter from way back when, and still persisted today. It left her cheeks tingling and the hairs on the back of her neck standing, but not a single bit of her was spooked. “You got it, Applejack! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He declared before walking away, his aura now more upbeat as he made his way down the market path. AJ could only watch him go, giving a soft sigh before tugging down on her hat.

“You had your chance, Rares. I gave ya plenty. Now it’s my turn.”

By the time evening came and AJ expected herself to settle down, she’d gone through most of the day’s regular chores and even a little extra. One of the apple trees that she’d been minding the health of was looking better with some tender care and extra watering. The rest of the house was looking good, and with Applebloom and Mac and Granny all asleep, it made things feel more peaceful. Luna’s moon hung over the landscape, shining it’s ethereal light through AJ’s window as she’d yet to fall asleep just yet.

The woman in question was standing in front of her mirror, a full length one Rarity had given her after overhearing AJ talking about using only a small mirror in the bathroom for her vanity. It did allow the farmer to inspect herself properly in the privacy of her room, and inspecting herself was exactly what she was doing at such a late hour. Only the minimum cover of a pair of black panties and matching bra kept her decency, and even then, she almost looked scandalous in those alone.

A look at Applejack in the mirror might’ve made anyone stop and witness the definition of a “brickhouse” woman. Tall, healthy, and with a tanned skin tone, she was every part the farmer you’d expect. But what wasn’t expected was the sheer strength that interwove itself with her hefty, developed curves. Long, strong legs that could kick a tree down or even a good sized boulder had the blessing of also carrying wide, powerful hips. Her thighs were toned, big enough that a man would almost think he’d need another pair of hands to encircle just one. The tops of her thighs that led into her middle faded in color, the limitation of tanning in thin swimwear in the summertime.

The muscular presentation didn’t stop there; once one moved past her panty covered, tan-lined groin, they’d witness a defined belly firm as iron and built with a four pack of muscle that almost begged to be touched. All the exercise and work she did kept her body in excellent shape, all the fat going to only two particular spots: her behind, or the two profound globes resting on her chest. There was a tan line along the outer edge of her bosoms that echoed the same below, but one might be too distracted with her chest’s size to really care. Too many times had AJ tried on a bra that’d shrunk in the wash and discovered it was one deep breath away from busting on her bust.

Combine all of this with her long, brushed golden mane and thick tail of the same color, and you could have yourself a knockout in one look. Rarity had encouraged her plenty about it during their spa visits together, at least. But it had never really struck AJ to use her curves in any sort of way like Rarity did. Why bother trying to flaunt herself when a good kick to the side gets the cart going? But when it came to him, to Spike, it did make her pause a little bit.

“Ya ain’t lost a bit of charm, girl.” She told her reflection as she let a hand wander along her middle. “You just gotta give him everything. Ain’t no more room for playing around. Except with him, of course.”

Her reflection seemed to smile in agreement, and AJ closed her eyes for a moment before her hand wandered up to cup one of her covered breasts. As her fingers pressed into the cloth-covered mound, she remembered one of the times Spike had ever gotten so close to her. It was when they’d tried to track Rarity down after those Diamond Dog thugs had kidnapped her. In one of Spike’s moments of fanciful imagining, he’d almost kissed AJ on the lips while thinking of being the hero. She’d laughed, of course, but in the present it could play out differently. He could kiss her, and she’d kiss him right back. Hungry, yearning for the noble if small knight.

Easily guided footsteps let Applejack move back and sink onto her bed, her legs dangling over the side as she laid there. The fantasy continued with the two of them alone, Spike letting her be on top and dwarfing his size as she claimed his lips again and again. She couldn’t imagine too much of what he tasted like, but her wanting nature made it something delicious. She gave a soft moan as a free hand traveled over her middle, and dawdled only just a little at the edge of her panties, as if imaginary Spike was asking permission to continue.

“Go on, sugarcube. Touch me.” She whispered to no one but herself.

Imaginary Spike’s fingers slipped under her pantyline and probed at her pussy’s lips, easily burying themselves in to the knuckle and stroking slowly as her legs twitched, toes curling as she moaned again. A clever AJ some months ago had asked Twilight to soundproof her room both ways in the interest of nullifying everyone else’s snoring in the house. The benefit of no one hearing anything outside the room either was a bonus she kept all to herself. Two fingers became three as she worked at her pussy, tugging down her bra to toy with an erect nipple between fingertips.

Her mental vision swam with all manner of devious thinking involving Spike and her alone. Naked, sweating, panting as they played with one another in a loving and yet delightfully naughty manner. He’d cry out in want as she’d grind up against him, working his cock into her folds and making him all hers. He’d cling tight to her, holding onto her like his very life needed her. Her fingers worked themselves in and out quickly, the “schlick” sound they made only enhancing the fantasy.

And when he would finally cum, she’d take every drop that Spike would give her, his most personal offering of affection and desire that the farmhand yearned for. Her own boiling need quickly exploded forward, splashing her juices over her fingers and hand as the unexpected orgasm washed over her. It didn’t matter if it soaked into her panties; the mess only signified more of her brimming lust for the wonderful young man. By the time she opened her eyes again, she felt much more at ease, and wiped at her brow with an untarnished hand.

“Spike…oh, Spike…” she mumbled as she dragged herself onto the bed proper, her body still tingling from pleasure before getting herself under her sheets. Closing her eyes, AJ soon fell asleep with a smile, the only two thoughts in her mind being getting Spike alone to herself tomorrow, and the smile he’d given her back at the marketplace. Sleep came easily, and the farmhand rested for the day ahead.

When Spike did come around the next day, AJ made sure she was ready for him. Now, everyone out there had their own idea in mind of what it took to get attention from someone they were interested in. If you were a type of gal like Rarity, you’d use some kind of fancy getup, clever lines, a whole routine you’d planned out days in advance. AJ didn’t have the time or patience to try and let things take that long to play out. She was the kind of woman who took ahold of what she wanted with both hands.

And since it was Spike she was after, she kinda did hope it would take both hands when she got to see what she wanted.

But, AJ realized, she needed to ease him into things a little first. Hook his interest, like baiting a hook for a fish you wanna get out of the pond. So she changed up her attire a little to help out. When Spike came up the long dirt path to report for the job he’d agreed to, she was ready.

“Howdy there, Spike! Good mornin’!” She called to him as she walked from the porch out to meet him. Spike raised his gaze to see her and waved, and like she hoped, his eyes widened in a look of surprise.

“Hey, AJ!” He called back. His eyes wandered here and there over AJ’s form. And frankly, she couldn’t blame him. Her usual attire had been traded out for a much more provocative design: jean shorts cut short enough to qualify almost like a pair of bikini bottoms, revealing the whole of her powerful long legs. The regular work t-shirt had been changed out for a trimmed white shirt top that had zero midriff cover, exposing her firm, muscled abs and left little to imagine of how big her chest was. In fact, she’d debated on wearing a bra underneath the shirt, but felt the effect helped coax more attention to her chest if Spike’s eyes were any indicator. She did still manage her usual dark work jacket overtop it, but it was unbuttoned to keep the view unobstructed.

Really, the only thing that hadn’t changed was her hat. There was nothing to change there. She tossed her blonde mane over her shoulder and let her tail flick behind her casually. She smiled internally as she savored Spike’s impression of her looks. The first hook was already in and she’d only just gotten started.

“It’s gonna be a hot day today. I sure hope you’re ready to work up a sweat!” She declared.

“Y-yeah. A sweat. That won’t be hard to do.” Spike muttered before clearing his throat. “So! Where do we start?”

“Always right to work, ain’t cha Spike? I like that about you.” AJ appraised before turning about and leading the way towards one of the nearby barns. She made sure to stay in front, if on the thinking of giving Spike an easy view of her behind. “Mind things lying on the ground. Oh! Gonna need this pitchfork.” She stopped and leaned over at the waist, plucking up the abandoned farm tool and looking over her shoulder to the youth. The way his head immediately shifted up to look at her told her all she needed. “We got some heavy lifting to do. Let’s get some of this hay sorted into the barn, ok?”

“Ok!”

AJ’s plan might’ve been not exactly the most innocent, but the work needing doing was a truth she didn’t have to stretch. There was hay to be shoveled and sorted, tools to clean and put up, crops to check on and collect. And AJ had to give her due credit to Spike: the guy might’ve been a little short, but what he lacked in height, he made up with heart. He put his all into the work, staying alongside AJ and following her every instruction. He didn’t question her, and she found the whole day brighter just from him being there. If she was asked, the redness in her cheeks was just from working up a sweat as Celestia’s sun continued to shine down on them both.

By the time they’d made some headway, sweat was definitely pouring down her forehead and her limbs. It was a good feeling to her, a rewarding one that let her effort show in a way she could physically see as much as feel. Pausing to set her basket down, she couldn’t resist stretching her back and then her arms by reaching upward, giving a satisfied groan before looking over to Spike. The young worker was taking a breather by his own basket, panting a little and equally sweating like she was. Her keen eyes could make out the beads of sweat dotting his forehead and neck, and she felt something in her clench in want to feel him, to taste him.

Goddess, all the work they’d been doing had done nothing but stall herself from jumping on him. And now here he was looking every bit the treat she wanted to devour. AJ smiled to herself before walking over to him.

“Well, now. The day’s halfway over and you’re already bushed, huh?” She questioned.

Spike shook his head, wiping at his brow before wiping that hand on his shorts. He peered up at AJ and smiled. “You kidding? This is nothing. I got tons of steam in me.”

“Can’t say I’ve seen too many city folk pull their weight on a farm, but I recognize work for what it is.” She replied. “Tell you what. Since you’re doin’ such good work, I got a special job you can help me out with.”

“A special job?” Spike repeated. “Where at?”

“Out back in the barn. I reckon you’re qualified enough for it. So long as you’re ready to work up a real sweat!”

Her plan was working perfectly so far, as Spike walked in front of her to the barn in question. She’d picked this particular one for a few convenient reasons: it was off and away from the house proper, in case of wandering eyes from the family. It was one of their more solidly built barns too, meaning it wasn’t full of holes in the woodwork for peeking in. She could have him all to herself, once things fell into place. Just the mere thought of getting ahold of him was making her heat up more than the work had done for her.

The inside of the barn wasn’t anything too significant, from an outsider’s perspective. You had your stacked barrels to one side, your various stable setups for the few wandering animals out and away from the barn right then. Even the spare hay thrown about here and there on the floor didn’t seem out of place, but only AJ knew it was. It was deliberate, for her plan. “So, what’s this special project?” Spike questioned, looking about the barn. “Don’t tell me you gotta repaint the whole place.”

“Nah, it ain’t quite that.” AJ chuckled out before gesturing to a pile of hay towards the back center of the barn. “Do me a favor, and stand just about right over there, could you Spike?”

“Sure?” He listened to her instruction and walked over to the designated pile. “Aww, man. More hay stacking? Seriously, why do we need so much hay that-”

He was cut off from his complaint and question about common farming practices as AJ gave a stomp on the ground, her foot catching on a hidden rope she’d placed previously. With a skid of her foot to the right, the rope was pulled taut and tugged on another rope tied to it, hidden amidst the hay. As each rope’s tension caught on and pulled another, in a surprising chain of events, Spike’s world went from being unrestrained to having his arms bound at his sides and his upper middle covered in rope, leaving him tied up against one of the big support beams that held up the barn.

“Whoa!” He cried out finally when his world had settled again. AJ smiled to herself and closed the barn door behind her quickly, putting on the security board to keep it from being opened before coming over to him. “What was all that, AJ?”

“A little idea I had for varmints and folks who might not have the best intentions in this here barn.” She replied as she came up beside him. The aim had been a touch off, she realized, as his head only came up to just about her chest from his bound position against the pole. But she could work with it well enough. “Catches ‘em right as they think they can just walk on in and pluck off with my crops. How’s them ropes feel?”

Spike, realizing he wasn’t in any danger, gave a test of the ropes by trying to strain against them in a variety of grunts and movements. They yielded no results, and he was left to hang there with his lower half dangling above the ground. “Well. Can’t break out of them, even with my awesome dragon muscles.” He said, making AJ snort. “Could try to burn them, but that’d just kinda burn me, so that’s not really a good idea. Can’t even move barely.”

“Good. That’s what I was wanting.” AJ moved closer to the pole, leaning against it and making it give a light creak from her added weight. Her close proximity put her impressive chest right next to Spike’s head, a realization that he visually realized before jerking his head up to her face again.

“So can I get a hand here?” Spike asked.

“Nope.” AJ took off her hat, running a hand through her blonde locks and setting the brown headgear aside to look at him. “Keepin’ you right there works good for me.”

“It does? Why?”

“You consider me to be an honest gal, right Spike?”

“Well. Yes. For a lot of reasons.” He replied. “I mean, Element of Honesty and all that aside, you’re not the type to lie. You always make a cute face when you do.”

AJ grinned a little. “Cute, huh?”

“I-in a good way!” Spike added.

“So if this honest gal told you she was mighty interested in gettin’ ahold of a handsome lil fella she cared about?” She questioned.

“...huh?”

AJ smiled at Spike’s confusion, and brought a hand up to rest under his chin. “Spike. A lotta women out there in the world might play the whole chasin’ game with who they fancy. But I’m a more direct kind of gal. And after getting to know you and seeing just how swell a guy you really are, well…let’s just say I’m kinda tired of giving others a chance to snatch you up. So I decided to snatch you up myself.”

Spike’s cheeks colored as her words started to sink in. “AJ, you…like me like that? Me?”

“Mmhmm.” The admission, being out in the open, felt like a weight off her shoulders. She continued to lean over him, speaking a little softer as she stayed close. “And ya’ll know I ain’t lying.”

“I uh…wow.” Spike let out as he glanced at himself before looking up to her chest, then her face again. She almost wanted to tell him it was fine to look, but let the dragon-blood speak. “I mean. I thought you might want a guy more like…I dunno, Big Mac?”

“If I want Big Mac, I’ll go tell Big Mac to do somethin’.” She pointed out before using her index finger to run along Spike’s cheek, down to his neck. “Naw. But a good hearted, kind, giving kind of fella? I can definitely hook myself onto some of that. Just cuz you’re not a big ol’ giant don’t make you undesirable. Why do you think I gotcha here all to myself?”

“...there’s a line here about plowing the field, but I’m thinking it might be something else.”

She grinned at him. “You catch on quick. I like that in ya, Spike.” She stood up and shrugged off the brown work jacket, leaving her in just the thin white shirt that was doing a poor job of keeping her mounds covered properly. Even the black bra underneath struggled against her impressive chest. “But like I said. When I see something I want, I go after it. And well. That’s you, mister. The only real question left is…do ya’ll think I’m somebody who might be in your interest?” She came around to his front at this, and leaned over a little. The tease of her hanging cleavage only added to his thoughts, it seemed, as he looked a little lost for words.

When he finally did speak, it was only for AJ to hear, and AJ alone.

“I think that any guy who could be at your side would be a really lucky guy, or gal even if you wanted to. You’re someone who has a lot of courage and grit to yourself, and a well-balanced life that I know other people might be jealous of. You take care of yourself, and yet you give so much to others when you can. You’re like the perfect neighbor next door, but…beautiful and endearing too.” Spike’s words filled the barn and AJ’s hearing, and she felt her heartbeat race as he continued. “Really, I should try to make it simple like you do. You’re just…an absolute knockout, Applejack. In every way. And no one could convince me of otherwise.”

A lack of a verbal reply followed Spike’s response, but AJ gave plenty of an answer as she kissed him hard on the lips. The younger man wasn’t ready for such a reaction, but didn’t pull away from her soft lips over his. She held it as long as she could, savoring his taste before moving back to breathe. Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her green eyes were ablaze with a renewed vigor.

“Now that’s what a gal wants to hear.”

With the barn doors closed and the only company otherwise being the sunlight peeping in through the windows, AJ could finally cut loose and put her affections on display for Spike in the fashion she’d been yearning to do for some time. Shrugged off and away from their worked up bodies lay AJ’s work jacket and her top, even her bra thrown aside and forgotten. She didn’t need any of that to get in the way of her desires. Spike’s shorts and underpants had joined the pile too only a short time later, the shorter man still bound up against the support beam for the time being.

Not that he was exactly vocalizing an objection to being there.

“A-AJ!” He cried out as the blonde’s head bobbed slowly against his groin, the entirety of his member sheathed in her mouth and throat as she worked her lips up and down his cock. The busty farmer was in a sort of half squat in front of him, her legs curled and emphasizing the thickness of her thighs as she worked him up. There are arguably a lot of ways to approach the well-known art of giving head, but AJ had her own goals in mind. Namely, working up the little fella to the point he overloads in lust.

Slowly, teasingly, she dragged her lips back from his groin to reveal inch by inch of his spit-soaked cock, the darkened color of his member contrasting with her pink-touched lips. He was above average in length, but not too thick that she couldn’t handle him. Just the good kind of size to work with what she wanted. Her hands were hardly idle, one holding onto Spike by his hip and helping keep him propped up, while the other gently fondled his balls. The heft to them only stoked her lust before she pulled off with a light, wet sound.

“You sound like you’re warming up to this idea, ain’tcha Spike?” She questioned as her hand moved up to stroke his length, her slow pace made smooth thanks to her saliva.

“A-are the ropes…necessary?” He managed to get out between breaths, throbbing in her grasp.

“What can I say? I like keepin’ ya real close. And it’s less leanin’ over when I can just…” she trailed off to flick her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking up and over the tip before continuing, “enjoy you all I want?”

Spike’s groan and continuous throbbing in her grasp gave her all the answer she’d want. With little more needing to be said, she took him back into her mouth and resumed the slow bobbing she’d been doing before. The rhythm was easy to fall into, an allure of his taste on her tongue and the pleasured sounds he made making her yearn for more of him with each passing second. She let go of his hip to give her own breast a squeeze, her roughened palm teasing herself against her nipple as she gave a moan of her own around his length.

Just knowing it was all her that was giving Spike this much pleasure at once drove AJ into a burning lust all on it’s own. Her fantasies were finally being realized, and it made her hunger for the young man swell almost as much as the cock she was making a wet mess of. She relented again, letting his cock bob in the air for a few precious seconds. Those moments were enough to bring him back from the brink before his moans began anew, Applejack taking aim at giving his full balls a loving tongue bath.

Spike’s hips couldn’t help but to jerk forward, thrusting his dick into the air aimlessly as she continued to work him over. The taste of him on her tongue had her hand dive right into her shorts, fingers quick to bypass her panties as every inhaled breath filled her nose and lungs with musk and sweat. The dirtiness of it all only invigorated her efforts, two fingers working quickly in and out of her nethers while she engulfed a ball in her mouth, sucking hard before letting it slip out and swapping to the other.

When he started to tense up again, however, she was keen to pull away once more, making Spike groan in half lust and half exasperation. “A-AJ please! I really need to…to…”

She let his balls fall from her mouth and lifted up a little, peeking past the pillar of cockmeat in front of her to grin up at his maroon-colored face. “Ya’ll wanna cum, don’t you?”

“P-please!”

“Well, I always was told that please was a magic word…maybe we can play nice this time round.” AJ said, smiling as she lifted up and let Spike’s slick cock slide up against her tits. A little careful movement had him properly engulfed in her cleavage, the farmer mare having little trouble in working her breasts up and down his cock. Her earlier wet blowjob had done plenty to lubricate him, allowing his cock to slide with ease in the depths of her cleavage. She was left panting a little from the exertion, but feeling him throb against her, the heat radiating off his member; AJ could’ve sat there for hours if they were able.

She noticed how the tip of his dick would peek out from her tits each time she moved downward, and lowered her head to lick and kiss at the sensitive end when she could. Spike was gulping in big breaths of air, trying to hold out from her onslaught of pleasure. But AJ knew she had him when he started to swell between her tits. She only squeezed harder, the blonde farmer grinning at his lust-stricken face as he looked down at her.

“Cum for me, Spike. Gimme all you got in you.”

The loving command ended Spike’s resistance, and he closed his eyes as a splurt of seed erupted from his tip and splashed on the underside of AJ’s chin. It had more weight to it than she’d predicted, making her moan softly as more of his essence splashed out against her neck and chest. Her tits were soon speckled with white streaks of seed, thick and flowing, running over the slope of her breasts and her fingers that held him in place in her cleavage. She only released him once the splashing stopped, pulling away to survey just how much cum was all over her.

“Mmm…you sure are a heavy shot, Spike.” She noted while running a finger along her right breast. A droplet of cum dangled from her brown nipple, and she scooped it up before bringing it to her lips to taste. Hot and sweet, she moaned around her index finger before releasing it, standing up on her feet while Spike got his breath back.

Her green-haired lover managed to open his eyes finally, and went wide-eyed at how much of his cum was across her chest. “W-whoa. Sorry, AJ. I just…you worked me up so well.”

“Ain’t no farm girl worth her salt that minds a mess like this.” She assured him. The smell of his cum rose to her nose, and she inhaled a long breath before a shudder ran over her body. “Whew!”

Bringing her focus back to the present, Applejack had her next idea in mind as she saw Spike’s cock, still hard, point at her crotch. “Now most gals are quick to rush to things. But this is supposed to be a treat for us both, ain’t it Spike?” She asked as she brought a hand down to undo the button on the front of her shorts.

“Y-yeah?”

“So since ya’ll got a nice little treat, I think it’s only neighborly ya’ll return the favor.” The blonde cowgirl had her fly undone in one pull, letting her shorts and panties slip down in one soft flop onto the ground. The warm air of the barn greeted her bare skin, and she felt a rush of delight in how Spike’s eyes never left her middle, fixated on her groin. Patting herself on the back for taking time to self-groom, AJ brought a hand down to slowly rub over the front of her soaked pussy. The tuft of blonde hair just above her lips was like a crown for her entrance, and it had Spike’s whole attention.

“I want ya’ll to show me how bad you want this. You can tell, can’t ya?” She said. Her voice was husky and soft, audible in the empty barn to Spike’s ears as she moved closer. Her index finger rubbed the front of her pussy lips, which thanks to her earlier binding, had him positioned just below it. “Can you smell it?”

Spike nodded, his voice mute. His tongue couldn’t be stopped from a subconscious flick across his lips. Seeing him so enthralled had AJ burning up, and she used her fingers to spread her lips wide to reveal the flushed pink depths within. “Betcha wanna taste it too.”

He nodded again, and AJ shivered, her tail raising up behind her before settling. “Do me good, partner, and I promise I’ll pay you back in kind.” With that, she moved in closer, enough to press her groin up against Spike’s face. With just a hair of realignment, the young man had the right position to fully orally embrace her cunny with his tongue. The first contact made AJ’s head snap up, as if an electric current had zapped her right in her spine. But there was no pain, only pleasure as Spike’s tongue reached and reached until he stopped, pressing up and around against her sensitive folds.

“That’s it, Spike! Celestia, yes! Eat me!” She urged him, one hand coming down on the back of his head to encourage him while the other clung to the support beam to keep her upright. An outsider would’ve seen quite the sight, to witness Applejack completely nude and grinding her front against Spike’s smaller form and especially his face. But neither participant had a hint of regret or pain, only pleasure. Spike’s tongue was a new learner, AJ knew, but even his clumsy swipes were doing good work in pleasuring her worked up body.

The support beam would creak and give some light noise of its own when she’d press against Spike, effectively using him as her own toy to grind against and work herself up. Her long hair fell over her face as she peered down, teasing against the sides of Spike’s head as he continued to work his tongue in and out of her. He’d picked up quick that a fast pace didn’t do as much as a longer stroke, making the most of every turn of his tongue as he was used. His cock was throbbing against her thigh, wedged between him and her for the time being.

“Get in there…g-get in there good, Spike, gawd.” She moaned out between breaths, sweat rolling over her shoulders and down her front. AJ let go of his head and brought a hand up to her chest, lifting one cum-soaked breast up and letting her lick across it. The taste of him was renewed on her tongue, a perverse pleasure mixed with her sweat that had her start to hump into his tongue’s strokes when they could work out a rhythm. It came and went at times, but the enjoyment was clear.

A voice in her mind told her to not be too selfish, and was almost kicked out of the proverbial driver’s seat until a wicked idea came to AJ. Her tail gave a deft flick before she willed it between her legs, a shuffle of her thigh getting Spike’s cock to shift down before slapping against the side of her thigh again. Only now, she could use the end of her tail to work his cock as she wrapped around it, the pseudo limb becoming a grip of soft hair and sexual ecstasy as Spike moaned into her pussy. The sound made her own body tremble, and her grip tightened on the support beam.

“Keep it goin’ Spike!” She urged him, stroking his cock in long swipes with her tail to tease him and work him up further. It was doing the job, if the quicker strokes of his tongue told her anything. He continued to groan as more wet sounds came from the joining of her nethers to his lips. A sudden pulse of pleasure hit her as he brushed her clit, bringing a surprised squeal from AJ and a brief pause in his efforts. Only when she tried to grind up against him again did he resume his efforts, but now bringing an extra burst of excitement each time his tongue found her clit.

It was building up her tension, her core firing up and coiling into an impending explosion. Patience was thrown aside as she worked his cock faster with her tail, the soft hairs keeping their grip around him and masturbating him as he ate her out. Beyond her control, her voice rose in pitch little by little as she felt her ecstasy swell inside her. A passing thought of how much air Spike had was lost in the flood of delight as he swirled his tongue around her clit, groaning wordlessly into her sensitive folds and bringing her to a climax in one long rush.

Her legs nearly gave out as it slammed into her, her juices splashing out onto Spike’s mouth and chin. Thin, clear splashes of femcum announced her climax as much as her trembling body, her sole arm around the support beam serving to keep her upright, if just barely. Applejack never let go of it or him, pulling away from him and giving him his first breath of air not loaded with her scent in several minutes. She stumbled a little, echoes of her orgasm still rocking through her legs and up her backside to make her nerves tingle in a delightful play that she’d love to feel again and again.

“Whoowee, Spike! Ya’ll just about had a gal fallin’ to the floor.” AJ exclaimed as she looked down at the still bound male. He had no means to wipe away her femcum on his face, a drop of it falling onto the ropes beneath his chin.

“...I think I found a new favorite flavor of apple.” He finally got out, a cheeky - if weary - smile on his face.

AJ snorted at his declaration before noticing his cock was only half hard now, dangling against his inner thigh and with a touch of white smeared against the crown tip. “Looks like I wore ya out a bit too, huh?”

“I couldn’t help myself. Your tail and your taste…I was in heaven.”

A cursory glance down at said extra long tail revealed more streaks of white amidst the tail’s end, still thick and dripping along the golden-blonde strands. Applejack pat herself mentally on the back for creative thinking, and brought her tail around and up for her to hold. She sniffed where his seed rested on her tail, and shivered again.

“You uh…you like how I smell?”

“More than like,” AJ told him as she let go of her tail to regard him, “it’s remindin’ me that all this ain’t no dream, ain’t no cider-fueled fantasy. It’s all real. You, me, all of it.” She stepped back over to him, her steps audible on the wood floor before she reached up and undid his bindings with a few deft tugs on the rope. He came down into her arms, and she held him there for a moment before continuing. “I keep wantin’ more. I want ya’ll enjoyin’ me more. Knowin’ it’s me fer once that’s bringing you that kinda pleasure…I don’t wanna stop.”

Spike’s cheeks seemed to burn bright, but he held her gaze as he looked up to her. “Well…I’m not gonna tell you to stop myself. W-we can…keep going even.” His cock twitched a little as he glanced at her still wet nethers, a light twitch inside her coming from the wanting look in his bright eyes. “If you want to.”

“Well, now. Let’s get this game carried all the way to a home run, huh?” AJ teased. “But first…I think we gotta work your partner back up a bit.”

“...in his defense, a wonderful, amazingly beautiful farmer has been working him out.”

She smiled in earnest at him. “And I ain’t done yet either. Sit down on that hay bale. I got just the thing to get us going.” Spike did as she told him to, moving back a bit into the barn to rest on a wide hay bale. If the texture of the hay bothered him as it met his bare skin, he didn’t show it. He was more fixated on AJ’s approaching, looming figure before she turned about and sat herself up against his lap, sliding down his thighs a little before reaching back. A little work had his cock resting in the middle of her butt crack, which soon became completely enveloped as she scooted back and allowed her massive rear to engulf him in a pleasurable grip. “Consider this the warmup before the real ride.”

Spike didn’t have much to hold onto besides the hay bale itself, which he gripped tight as his fingers dug in through the strands of straw while AJ began to bounce and rock herself up and against his lap. The slow grind served not just to stroke and squeeze his cock, which AJ could feel growing harder already, but emphasized her enormous rear end too. Her hefty cheeks wobbled and shook in a steady bounce that continued as she worked him up with her ass, her tail moved to one side so his view was unobstructed.

“How do you like the back view?” She teased as she felt one of Spike’s hands clasp onto her hip before moving to sink into her ample cheek.

“It’s so…soft.” He managed to grunt out, trying to thrust up and better relish AJ’s impressive ass surrounding his dick. Deciding he still needed some warming up, the buxom farmer rocked from side to side, further stimulating Spike as she easily overtook his lap with her bountiful rear end. It worked her up to feel him throbbing against her ass, and though she could’ve kept going to make him climax again, she was getting antsy for the real deal. Her grinding continued on, though, allowing her to relish both the physical sensation and the sound of Spike’s moans from her teasing.

“Y-you know…you always did have the better butt than everyone.” Spike complimented between breaths. It earned him a slow grind from AJ, her pussy’s wet juices starting to drip onto the hay bale they sat on.

“Did I now? Ya’ll been lookin’ awhile?” She teased.

“Impossible…not to…lookohgawdess.” He fell into a moan as AJ adjusted her position, smothering his cock in the valley of her ass before scooting back and forth. The helpful grind of her lips against his length made him all the more lubricated, and AJ felt her own yearning start to shout from within her.

“The best view comes with the best pleasures, you know. And right now, this fella,” she rose up and reached between her legs for his length, getting him into the right position so his tip was aimed squarely at her entrance, “has no better place to go than in me. Hold on!” Her declaration was followed by her suddenly pushing down, Spike’s cock easily spearing into her depths and spreading her vaginal walls around him before she stopped halfway, moaning aloud before grunting and pushing her rear down harder to sheathe the rest of him.

With all of Spike’s cock now buried inside her, AJ felt her entire being light up in sexual delight. Every little tingle, every throb of his dick made stars shoot behind her eyes, making her body tremble while Spike’s smaller limbs clung onto her naked form. His hand at her rear stayed there, almost glued to the plush fat of her rump. The other reached around her middle, finding purchase along her muscled belly as his body twitched and bucked weakly beneath her. He couldn’t move much under her weight, but not a single complaint rose from his lips.

“Here comes the real ride, sugarcube.”

AJ’s declaration was followed by her hips raising up, tugging against Spike’s cock as she clung to every inch of him she could keep ahold of. But she only allowed herself to raise up halfway before slamming back down, the SLAP sound of her ass hitting his lap filling the barn as she worked herself up into a steady rhythm. She could’ve gone buck wild then, but she had a sliver of worry for hurting the smaller fella. That, and she wanted to draw out every second of this she could get for herself.

The pleasure was only heightened for Applejack in feeling Spike’s pure yearning for her and how he relished everything she had to offer. He held on tight to her larger form, his head pressed against her back amidst her wild blonde hair that had become unkempt in all their efforts. He moaned into her muscled form, fingers searching and gripping in a semi-state of desperation while trying to thrust up in time with her motions. He’d get a few strokes in before missing his timing, but it only allowed her to stay in control and continue to pleasure him. If anything, the feeling of knowing it was all her he was enjoying made her moan in earnest.

“This is how a real woman feels, Spike. All for you.” She breathed out before leaning back, moving their position to rest more against the hay bale. Luckily for Spike, the hay bale was near another support post, giving him some reinforcement to support himself versus all of AJ bearing down on him. His moans were continuous as he groped at every inch of her he could get ahold of, the smack of AJ’s ass filling the barn as the air around them heated up.

“C’mon, Spike! Gimme all you got!” Applejack’s declaration was followed by a final smack of her ass against his lap before she leaned against him, spreading her legs wider to give him more room to move. It only took the lust-filled youth a moment before his hips began to thrust upward in a rapid, frenzied pace that made the blonde almost go cross-eyed. She could feel all of his lust being pounded into her, his dick almost hitting the full reach of her womb when he’d sink himself entirely into her.

Spike gasped for air and groaned as his hands moved, making AJ moan in surprise as both hands found a grip on her breasts. Though they easily overfilled his smaller palms, the sensation was a delightful addition to his jackhammering into her. He would squeeze and tug at her, none of it harming her but only adding to the rough quality of his handling. AJ kept in place and took it all, her own climax rushing into her system with a surprising haste. She was going to finish much sooner than she’d anticipated, she realized.

“Ya’ll gonna cum, Spike? Gonna cum real good and deep inside me?” She questioned.

“AJ! Can’t! Stop! It’s too good!” He managed to exclaim from behind her.

“Don’t ya’ll dare stop. Ya’ll give me every drop of that cum in you. C’mon, sugarcube, I want it!” Applejack demanded, clenching tight around him and making him growl into her back and shoulders. With a few more jerking motions, Spike gave a strangled cry and released inside her, triggering her own long-awaited orgasm as he flooded her depths with his heated seed. It was a sensation that seemed to meld itself to AJ’s mind, a hot liquid filling her womb and spreading throughout her being as they clung to one another.

Spike all but collapsed a few seconds later, his strength utterly spent as AJ rode out the ebbing waves of her own climax. Only then did the sensation in her legs come back to the farmer, and along with it, the soft soreness of a good roll in the hay as Spike’s shrinking cock exited her nethers. His seed slowly dripped from her lips, but the sensation only made her feel all the more whole to know it was all her who brought him such pleasure. She turned to look at his exhausted, flushed expression behind her, and laughed.

“Aww, c’mon Spike! Whattaya say to one more round?”

“...Celestia have mercy…”

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read this story! I had a bit of fun with it, AJ always was one of my favorites. If you enjoyed it too, feel free to leave a comment or critique!