Author's Note

Warnings:
Applespike? Jackingspike? Spiked Applejack? … Possibly going a bit too far here.
And nutmilk. That's a real thing, i'm not making this up. Ask your local vegans.

This piece assumes that the reader is familiar with the events of the preceding “In which Spike”. A number of events and references will be rather inexplicable elsewhise.
Please be advised that this is posted “as is”. If you dislike stories that do not get continued to completion, then you might prefer to skip out on this one.

In which Spike gets pushed around

Spike slowly drifted from the black depths of unconsciousness towards waking. His eyelids felt heavy, and he noticed that somehow he hadn't fallen asleep on his bed, but on the couch in the living room. Light was already shining brightly through the windows … had he overslept?

Looking around, his gaze fell on the lithe form of Twilight, stretching to dust off some of the shelves that were harder for her to reach.

Twilight was doing housework. This was either the result of a recent catastrophe, or the portent of an impending one.

The memory of recent events swept over Spike like a tsunami.

The emotional pain and shame hit the young dragon so hard, his body curled into a ball without conscious thought. His movement made the couch creak, calling Twilight's attention to that her kid brother was no longer asleep.

“Spike! You're awake.” she noted with measured elation. Seeing his curled up form, however, that turned to a more sombre tone: “Spike?”

He had failed her. He continued to cause her grief, he had been too much of a coward to kill himself, even after she had praised him for being brave.

The young dragon could feel his adoptive sister come closer, even though overcome with shame and guilt he dared not look at her. “Spike?”

“I'm sorry, Twilight! I failed you! I'm so sorry!”

“Spike.” The dragon in question continued to whimper ever so lightly and shield himself with his wings. “Spike!” Years of obedience to Twilight finally made Spike actually look at his adoptive sister who had raised him. “You haven't failed me Spike, and it wasn't you who hurt me, it was the people who harmed you who hurt me. The only thing that I am a little upset about was that you didn't talk to me more about what was going on, but I am glad to have you back.”

Twilight smiled at him and Spike was torn whether he was allowed to hope. Could all of the wrong he did really just be forgiven like that?

Seeing her little brother's confusion and hesitation, Twilight reassuringly put her hand on Spike's arm and explained: “You had a bit of a nervous breakdown. It happens. Celestia knows, I had a number of those myself. … Actually, Celestia does know, which is really embarrassing. Anyway, my point is that I want you to focus on relaxing and getting better.”

Spike didn't quite know how to react to that: “I'm … You're …”

As Spike trailed off, not finishing any of his sentences, Twilight replied: “I'm not angry with you, if that's what you are asking. As I said, I am a little bit unhappy that you would not trust me enough to talk about these issues with me, but I understand that this has been a somewhat heavy blow for you.”

A knock on the door interrupted her. “Oh, that must be Applejack. She said she'd come by to pick you up today.”

Spike still had trouble believing the rapid changes that were sweeping through his life: “Am I really ok? You're not mad, or hurt?”

Twilight sent him a reassuring smile: “Yes, everything is all right. And I trust you won't do something stupid like that again in a while, right?”

Spike's head was swimming. Everything was moving so fast. Three days ago he believed he was in a slightly troubled but still ok relationship with Rising Up. Two days ago he had figured out that the entire relationship had merely been a ploy, and that Rising Up never held any positive feelings for him to begin with. Yesterday he had thought that his mere presence was a detriment to the person he had served for all his life. And today Twilight told him that things weren't all that serious and that everything was going to be all right.

And his adoptive sister showed no signs of intending to let him mull things over as she moved to answer the door: “Good morning, Applejack, nice to see you!”

“G'mornin' Twi! Good to see ya, too. You ready, Spike?” Twilight had told them last night that the book she read on psychology said it was better not to treat Spike like a raw egg but rather do some 'positive affirmative action' – whatever that was supposed to mean – and have Spike engage in enjoyable physical activity. It was always books with Twilight. Well, physical activity was something that Applejack knew a lot about, and while she certainly hadn't read a fraction of the texts her bookish friend loved so much, she figured that listening to gut instinct and some good old Apple family wisdom should work just fine.

The young dragon did not immediately answer the question. Spike hadn't showered, and he was still in the same clothes as yesterday. Clothes that were slightly dirty from his trip to the Everfree Forest. He would not possibly have dared to accompany Rarity in such a state, but this was Applejack, who he knew did not like waiting around, and he could expect his clothes to get dirty and sweaty quickly enough through farmwork one way or another. Spike felt a little bit overrun, but since he did not know how to handle the situation anyways, and since Applejack was wearing tight-fitting jeans and an old dress shirt as usual when she was working on the farm, after a few seconds he decided to just roll with the punches: “Sure, I'm ready.”

“Great. I'll have him back before midnight.” Applejack smiled at Twilight.

Spike still seemed slightly hesitant about leaving, though. Seeing Spike's gaze drawn to the feather duster in her hand, Twilight smirked: “Don't worry. I won't try to speed up housework through magic again. Though it would be so incredibly helpful … just kidding, just kidding.”

Applejack grabbed her scaled friend and gave him a noogie: “Have some trust in your big sister, will ya? Let's get on the road, big boy!”

Twilight smiled and waved at them, giving no hint that she noticed the confusion and insecurity on Spike's face. When the door had closed, the librarian slumped down on the sofa. She knew she was running on borrowed steam. As the years had passed, she had gotten a lot better at just shoving her anxieties and fears into a mental box when they resurfaced, then bury that in some deep part of her mind so she could focus on the problem at hand, and deal with her own emotional mess later. Eventually she would have to, or the pressure piling up would lead to a complete breakdown. But right now she had to figure out a way on how to handle the issues Rising Up had brought. Twilight took a deep breath and got up from the sofa with a little effort, wondering what she'd have for lunch.

Applejack led Spike towards the Apple Acres: “I hope you ain't disappointed I don't have anythin' special planned for today. It was all kinda short notice, but I did get the entire place for just the two of us. Me 'n Rares had a talk yesterday, and it was just like you said. She actually wouldn't let me go until I accepted some of her money, so Big Mac 'n Apple Bloom are off getting us some new farm tools. 'Course I plan on payin' her back as soon as I can, but I won't lie: gettin' those new ploughs sure will make life a lil less tiresome!”

Spike felt a little lost as to what exactly was going on, but didn't want to ask too much. Maybe Applejack didn't know about his entire life crashing down yesterday?

As the Apple Acres came into view, it filled Spike with mixed feelings. He loved the fields, the hills, the rows of trees. Not quite the same way as Applejack, certainly, but still … especially all the hard work he had put into tending the grounds had created a deep bond with the land.

It also was the area he went through yesterday on his way to the Everfree Forest.

He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the oppressing memories and dark thoughts that loomed just beyond his consciousness: “So where shall we start?”

Applejack, not privy to the dragon's thoughts, was a little lost: “Whaddaya mean?”

“What field shall we do first? Or should we rather work on a water drainage? Fix a roof?”

Realizing that her friend had not yet been clued in to what was going on, the young woman tried to explain: “Spike … I just wanna hang out with you. No workin' today.”

The dragon beside her was somewhat dejected: “So … you know.”

Applejack wasn't used to lying, and she did not feel it would be a good idea to start now: “Yeah. I carried you home after Twilight put you to sleep with that spell.”

Spike started turning away, his back rounding as he bent down: “Damn.”

But Applejack wasn't ready to let him slip back into self-accusations. She grabbed Spike by his biceps and forced him to turn back to her, the dragon looking the pony in the eye out of instinct: “Spike! We all know this hit you hard … and we wanna help you! None of this is your fault, and you did nothin' wrong.”

Spike took a deep, shaky breath: “You don't understand, Applejack. I've been … weird all my life. Not a pony, but I'm not really a dragon, either. I certainly don't fit in with them. I thought with Rising Up there was finally someone who … you know, romantically liked me the way I was. That I could actually have a relationship. That she didn't see me as a monster! I did everything, I lied to myself, wanting this to be true, wanting not to be a monster, but in the end she also thought of me as a freak of a dragon.”

Hearing the hurt and self-deprecation in her friend's voice, Applejack's tone was forceful, filled with the desire to convince her friend: “Why should you care what that stupid mare thinks or says? We love you as you are! You mean the world to us, Spike, and …” Applejack had to swallow, “we're really glad to have you back. Don't scare us like that again, ok?”

Spike's voice was quivering as he felt guilt-wrecked over the anxiety he had caused his friends: “I'm sorry.”

Giving the young dragon a playful punch on the arm, Applejack put as much cheer in her voice as she could manage: “Stop apologizing! You're almost starting to sound like Flutters. Today all you should do is rest and enjoy yourself!”

Spike rubbed his arm – the farmer girl was one of the strongest ponies he knew – and after a few seconds replied: “I don't know … Being at the Apple Acres without working feels … wrong, somehow. Isn't there tons of things that need to be done? We really shouldn't just leave all that hard work on Big Mac's shoulders, even if he is incredibly strong. You taught me that it's bad to procrastinate work one could be doing, or push ones responsibilities onto someone else. I think it'd be much easier for me to relax if we first work at least a little, so I'll feel like I've earned it.”

“Where'd the lil runt who couldn't last a day without three naps go?” Applejack asked surprised. Despite Spike's physical changes and him coming over regularly the last two years to help out the older girl still had some trouble changing her view of Spike from back when he would complain constantly about all the chores he had to do. Taking care of Twilight's entire household and the library as well whenever the unicorn was off adventuring before he even hit puberty, the little dragon was one of the hardest working kids in Ponyville for sure … Applejack had always tried to mentally cut him some slack for complaining to Twilight about the work, but whining instead of working went against the core of her upbringing. It wasn't like she or Apple Bloom had had it any easier.

Spike folded his ears back in a mixture of irritation and embarrassment: “That was years ago! Would you like it if I teased you constantly with something you did as a filly?”

“All right, all right, I surrender!” Applejack laughed. “Still – you're here to relax and get better and all. So we should just do whatever you want and not work.”

The young dragon cocked his head slightly to the side: “If you're here on the Sweet Apple Acres, do you want to just lounge around and do nothing?”

“Well, sometimes I do.” the earth pony answered slightly defensively.

“Yeah, after a long day of hard work. But not at the start of one, right?”

Applejack had to admit her friend was right. But talking with Rarity last night had gotten her thinking about how much they all expected from Spike, and how little they did for him. Her strong sense of justice sided with her general hesitation to accept help in this case.

Spike was looking out over the fields and rows of apple trees: “I know that none of Apple Acres is mine or anything, but I still feel sort of responsible for it, you know?”

The earth pony slowly chewed on her bottom lip: “Twilight's gonna have my ass if she finds out I'm working you on what's supposed to be your day off.”

In response, her young dragon friend smiled at her: “Eh … I don't do too well with days off anyways.”

Once more Applejack couldn't help but laugh: “You should have become ambassador to the griffons or something! I concede, you win. There's a barn I've been meaning to paint for weeks.”

Spike looked like he was about to say something for a second, but then just nodded without further words.

Together the two carried the necessary tools and supplies to the barn, Spike taking over the task of scratching the old paint off the building while Applejack applied a new coating. The two worked beside each other, exchanging a few amicable words, but mostly in comfortable silence.

Their progress was quite fast and within less than two hours they were already almost done with the first side. Unsurprisingly some of the paint landed on the clothes rather than the barn, but both of them were in work clothes where that did not matter too much.

After a slightly bigger mishap that left a large vertical stain on her shirt, Applejack looked down and said with light annoyance: “Darn. I keep doin' this, I'll look like a zebra drawn by someone who doesn't know his colours.”

Spike playfully reached over, dipped his finger in the paint and put another stripe on the girl's clothes: “That's fine. We'll just have Rarity declare watercolour zebra is what's in this season.”

The thought of the prissy mares from town running around with paint-stripes on their clothes and declaring it 'en vogue' made Applejack almost fall off the ladder laughing.

Catching her breath she asked her friend: “Oh … do you remember a few years back how upset she got when the mares were to shear half their head bald?”

The dragon struck a pose and said with his best Rarity voice: “I will not stand for this nonsense! This is an appalling crime against beauty itself!” Having spent so much time with the fashionista Spike's impression of her was quite accurate.

He continued in his normal voice: “She was right, though. It really did look like the barber had been on drugs.”

“Yeah. Heck, I don't know a thing about fashion, I'm already happy if my clothes are clean, but even I wouldn't go for that.”

As they set down the tools and moved over to the next side of the barn, Spike asked: “Applejack … why are we doing this?”

“What? Talkin' fashion?”

“No. Painting this barn. I know I screwed up and all … but it's spring and there's a number of fields that haven't been ploughed yet.”

The blonde girl was a little surprised, and asked with her head cocked to the side: “Do you miss ploughing that much?”

The young dragon shook his head: “No, that's not it. I just wanna do good, you know? I know that this is something you can ask Apple Bloom to do. The ploughing is really hard work … but I want to really help out, not just act like I did.”

Applejack felt a strange mixture of feelings well up in her chest. Pride, affection, respect … When she heard Pinkie's suggestion last night, even while she had to admit that her arguments were solid, it sounded ridiculous to her. Having sex with a guy who was sleeping with several other women? That just wasn't how things were done! But now she found that she cared about that less and less.

Seeing his friend look at him, deep in thought, Spike grinned to convince her: “I pinkie-promise I won't tell Twilight.”

At this Applejack caved, laughing: “All right, all right! One field, but only one.” She had to admit that Spike's hardworking, responsible nature was one of the things she found so attractive about him. “Actually …” An idea started to form in the earth ponies head. “All right, let's do this.”

The two of them dragged the heavy ploughs to a slightly more secluded spot of the Apple Acres. Spike quickly wiped his arm over his eyes and thought he had hit his head when he saw Applejack pulling her shirt over her head.

“Since there ain't no one around today,” the earth pony explained with a wink towards her dragon friend, “I'm goin' commando!”

She unsnapped her bra and Spike thought his head would explode. The young man's blood pressure definitely was not going down as Applejack for a few seconds teasingly held her now unsnapped bra still against her breasts, then, smiling deviously, let it slide down revealing her well-rounded breasts to the dragon's wide-eyed stare. Kicking off her jeans Applejack looked at her friend with some discontent: “Come on, Spike! It ain't no fair if I'm the only one feelin' the breeze!”

“Applejack!” the young dragon choked out, closing his eyes to resist temptation. “… You don't have to do this!”

He stood in silence, eyes forced shut, awaiting the inevitable rejection. Suddenly there was a warm touch on his chest and he could feel breath tickling his neck: “Do you really think that I would do something like that if I didn' want to?”

Spike tried, but couldn't keep his eyes closed. He saw the beautiful earth pony grinning up at him, her wonderful naked breasts pressed against his chest as one of her hands was sneaking its way into his trousers. Spike balled his hands on his sides: Not touching Anything! Not touching Anything!

Applejack felt around in Spike's trousers, searching. The first time she had seen the dragon naked, she had actually been quite confused, and wondered if she'd been wrong about Spike's gender all along. Asking Fluttershy had been horribly embarrassing, but the shy pony explained to her that dragons kept their … thingies inside something of a flesh pouch if they weren't aroused, which explained the befuddlement Applejack experienced when she first saw Spike's groin unclothed. She felt something hard, hot and growing poke against her hand. Jackpot! She had to admit: if Spike hadn't shown some physical reaction to her naked body pressed up against him it would have been a heavy blow to her self-esteem. Her hand closed around Spike's cock, which felt fascinatingly different: rather than a flat cylindrical tube with a slightly wider tip it was pointed and … barbed?! Now that was going to be interesting! Applejack's eyes widened as she felt something else poke against the back of her hand. Not exactly gently she ripped Spike's pants down – the young dragon was still petrified – to get a closer look. Indeed, while she couldn't see any balls, there were two cocks emerging from the slit in his flesh, and they were covered in small spikes and barbs.

“Well, would ya look at that!” the earth pony mumbled. Spike meanwhile thought he'd die from embarrassment.

Realizing that her friend had completely frozen up, Applejack rose, giving the dragon a solid slap on the butt. “Snap out of it, will ya? You were the one who said he wanted to go work! So let's get started, and remember:” the blonde leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Spike's chest and whispered into his ear: “those who work hard earn themselves a reward!” Spike's wide-eyed look was priceless. Rarity might be the undisputed queen of making men loose their marbles, but Applejack had been around the highly coveted mare long enough to pick up a couple of the tricks of the trade for herself.

Laughing lightly to herself, the farmer girl made her way over to her own plough and lifted up the yoke. Spike still stood frozen in place, staring at her, and Applejack started to worry she might have been pushing things too hard, but then the dragon quickly discarded his clothes and moved to pick up his yoke as well, causing the orange earth pony to grin widely.

Deciding to get a head start, Applejack leaned into the plough and started dragging the blade through the earth. Spike was only seconds behind her, and the two of them were pulling the heavy weights towards each other. The mare quite enjoyed the view of her young dragon friend straining and working his muscles, the way his scales moved and his legs bulged when he thrust forward, how his cocks swayed with each step, and also that he eagerly drank her view in. Spike's gaze wandered from her eyes down to her breasts, over her muscled stomach to the junction of her thighs, down her long, well-trained legs to her feet digging themselves in the dirt as she pushed forwards, and then back up over all her body to her face. It was quite obvious the boy liked what he saw, and Applejack enjoyed his hungry eyes roving over her entire body. She found it welcome that he didn't exclusively focus on her breasts – she was somewhat proud of her 'girls' as it were, and knew that men quite liked to stare a bit – but it was nice that he appreciated her as a whole and not just a single part of her. It bode well for what she was looking forward to enjoying later.

Quite soon the first length of the field was behind them, and turning around they pulled the ploughs away from each other. This afforded them a nice view of the countryside, but both of them were eager to get to the next row again so that they'd once more be able to look at each other. A couple of times Applejack turned around, enjoying the sight of Spike's muscled back and tight ass as he dragged the plough away from her, and once, as she looked, she caught the young dragon stealing a glance as well, making the persistent grin on her face even wider if that was possible. Eventually she reached the end of the row and turned her plough around, now once again being able to more comfortably admire her comrade.

Thus it continued: every other row they would have their backs to each other, only occasionally stealing a glance and straining forwards to be able to turn around sooner, and the next row they would be facing each other, pulling their weights toward another as they got closer with each step, as if drawn by some inexplicable, invisible force. Applejack honestly had to say she never had had that much fun ploughing a field.

When they had finished most of their respective fields, Applejack noticed something. She was sweating from every pore, the area where the yoke pressed into her was sore, and her muscles were screaming from exertion. Even though she had deliberately chosen two of the smaller fields, doing an entire field in a single go was very hard work, and the earth pony was approaching a level of exhaustion where she would need a break. Unintentionally, she had slowed down quite a bit as the morning drew on and the heat and exhaustion mounted. Spike seemed less affected – massive draconic firebreather that he was – but he was no closer to completing his field than she was. Watching him a little more closely she noted that he matched his tempo to hers. She knew Spike well enough that she was certain he was doing it so she would not feel uncomfortable by him outdoing her. No matter what the situation, the young dragon always tried so hard to work for others and make them feel comfortable around him. The thought made a warm feeling rise up from her stomach to her chest.

Row by row the fields got taken care of, every step taking the two closer to a welcome break. As much fun as it had been, Applejack was quite ready for this to be over by the time she was almost done with her field: the sun had already passed it's zenith while they worked. One last length of the field to go and she leaned into the plough with all her strength. Finally reaching the end of her allotted plot, the earth pony shrugged off the yoke and collapsed in the shade of a nearby tree. She had been pushing herself … maybe a bit too hard, wanting to keep up with her dragon friend.

“Applejack! Are you all right?” she heard him call out.

“Yeah. Sure. Just need to rest a minute.”

She heard him fidget nearby, then leave. Her own eyes were closed, the shadows of leaves swaying in the wind breaking up the sunlight that danced over her body. A few minutes she just lay there, catching her breath and letting her muscles relax after the hard work.

She heard Spike return, then put down something next to her. Opening her eyes she recognized a big bucket that she soaked walnuts in, usually kept in the cellar so it would stay cool. Her friend had already scooped out a solid handful and put them into a cloth, pressing out nut milk into a glass he had brought. Feeling the intense thirst scratching at her throat, Applejack moaned: “Spike! You're an angel.”

A wide smile from the dragon was her response, and diligently he put the pressed out nuts into a tin can he had brought as well. Applejack reached out to take the glass he was handing to her, and thirstily gulped down the tasty white liquid. So eager was she to sate her body's desires that some of the milk spilled over her lips and down her neck and chest. The earth pony did not mind: in the hot midday sun the cool liquid tingled in a heavenly fashion.

A loud gulp made her open her eyes. Spike sat next to her, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. Applejacks first impulse was to cover herself, apologize, but she suppressed that and decided that she was not a woman to back down. So instead she smiled around the glass still on her lips and tilted it further, allowing more of the milky liquid to spill down her sweat-soaked skin.

Spike seemed frozen in place, his eyes flickering down to Applejacks freckled chest, then back up to her eyes, her lips, her eyes, down to her stomach and back up to her face again.

Having finished most of her glass the young woman put it down and smiled at her long time friend: “Thanks, Spike. I really needed that.”

Pretending she just noticed she looked down on her chest: “Oh darn! I spilled some of the good milk you brought me! I'm really sorry, Spike. Wouldn't want to let that want to go to waste.”

With that she brought one of her hands down and used her pointer finger to scoop off a small remainder of the opaque liquid that had spilt down. She heard an almost whining intake of breath from the young dragon as she slid her finger upwards over her chest, then brought it to her lips to suckle off the nut milk she had collected. The sweat added a bit of a salty tinge to the taste, but the girl found she really did not mind. Spike looked like a man gazing on an oasis after crossing a desert.

You didn't spend that many years around Rarity without picking up one or two tricks along the way.

Normally Applejack would never do anything like that – it just felt a bit unfair and like dishonest teasing … but then she planned to do much more than tease with the young dragon today, so this one time it was all right. And driving Spike insane was just way too much fun to pass up.

“Ehm … I … Uhm …” Spike had to clear his throat, hard, trying to get out anything approaching a sentence: “I brought some food, as well.”

Looking past her friend the girl saw a small basket.

“You really are an angel, Spike.”

The young dragon laughed nervously and brought out some bread and apple-jam.

Applejack couldn't resist to continue teasing him: “Jam? Spike, were you thinkin' of doin' something naughty with that?”

The young woman couldn't help but laugh loudly as her friend almost dropped what he was holding. She quickly reached over and helped him set up their picnic lunch, noting with satisfaction his two very erect cocks. Spike's obvious embarrassment somehow made it easier for herself not to feel bashful.

The two shared a nice lunch together and throughout it all Applejack just couldn't stop smiling. Not that she wanted to.

Spike squeezed out another two glasses of nut milk for the both of them, then got up and walked behind Applejack. The young woman didn't quite know what he planned to do, but she trusted her dragon friend so she was willing to just wait and see where this was going. A second later her faith was rewarded, as the cool cloth the boy used to wring the nuts out in was gently placed on her shoulders, covering the sore and bruised spots where the yoke had rubbed against her skin. The cold fabric felt heavenly. Applejack let out a sigh that was almost a moan as she felt her strained and burning muscles relax. Without conscious thought she leaned back against the dragon.

For just a few minutes all of Applejack's conscious thought ceased and she was just pure feeling. The wonderful stretching of muscles as the cool cloth allowed her to relax. The warmth of a soft spring wind running over her naked skin. The smell of the Apple Acres – fresh tilled soil, dark and fertile. A muscular chest to lean on. This was how the world was supposed to be.

Eventually, Spike broke the silence in a soft and subdued tone: “I know I'm no Apple … hell, I'm not even a pony. So I probably just can't understand how you folks feel about the Acres. But I want you to know that even though I may not be able to feel quite the same, I still really do love the Apple Acres in my own way. Thanks for letting me stay here. It's a good place.”

Drawn out of her reverie, Applejack smiled at Spike: “You need to stop repeating this racist bullcrap. No matter where you go, there'll always be some morons who want to look down on you 'cause of how you look or how you talk. That's no different for any of us. What really counts is what you do. And you'll always have a place here on the Apple Acres.”

She could tell just how relieved that last sentence made Spike. The girl turned around, and not quite gently pushed Spike to the ground, her smile turning into a grin: “And now …” she ran her hands over his chest, “I want my reward. And you are going to give it to me.”

Spike swallowed again, wide eyed, and Applejack revelled in how she had this huge dragon pinned to the ground, helpless and almost afraid beneath her. She leaned forward, feeling his hard cocks rub against her belly, her breasts touching his chest as she pulled him into a soft, slow kiss. It was an odd feeling, so very different from any kiss she had ever had before. His flesh felt much firmer, much harder than a stallion's lips. A bit to her own surprise Applejack found that this was not a turn off for her at all – if anything, rather the opposite. Seamlessly she let the kiss slide over into the next, and then another, while she groped and kneaded Spike's muscular chest. There was so much to explore. The dragon's cocks twitched eagerly against her stomach. She could feel the persistent warmth that had filled her abdomen for most of the day now blaze into a full blown fire.

Both Applejack and Spike were breathing heavily when she pulled back after making out with him for several minutes. She could see the hunger and desire in his eyes, but with obvious effort he broke her gaze and looked down to the side: “Applejack … you …”

“Spike.” Her tone made the young dragon immediately look at her. She was smiling, but serious. “If you say 'You don't have to do that.' then I'll punch you in the face.”

She gave him a second to make sure he understood – a slight change in expression convinced her that he had. “This is my reward. You can have yours later.”

Once more she pushed him to the ground, fully climbing on top of him – he was just so much larger than her – before resuming her hungry kissing as she straddled her dragon friend. Spike kissed her back with less hesitation and finally started to put his hands on her, though his caresses were much more timid than the earth pony would have liked. Hoping to encourage him she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his even more aggressively, introducing her tongue to the mix. Spike was clearly inexperienced, but he learned quickly, and when he actually wrapped his own tongue completely around Applejack's, the girl found that his thinner, prehensile appendage could do things that the broader and shorter tongues of stallions never could. His clawed fingers ran over her body, raking over her skin in a most pleasurable fashion. The mare could feel her tail rise up and move to the side invitingly, her sex dripping wetness on the small scales of the underbelly that she was rubbing against. The little nubs and the unevenness was amazing.

Applejack moaned into the kiss, Spike sucking on her lips as if he wanted to coax the sounds out, the girl's long blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain. This was amazing, but Applejack wasn't quite done with Spike yet. She moved away from the kiss, biting hard into the young dragon's neck. Her lover moaned but didn't seem to mind. Rubbing her breasts over his torso as she went, the mare slowly worked her way down the dragon's body, planting licks, kisses and little bites on whatever was in reach. She could feel her friend's cocks twitch in anticipation against her skin, which brought a wide grin to her face.

Reaching the dragon's groin she got a first good, close look at the two penises. The conical head was smooth and soft, the shaft beneath separated by a ring of barb-like spikes that surrounded the bottom of the head. A number of other small barbs dotted the shaft in irregular intervals. The penises themselves were quite small compared to Spike's size – a good thing, Applejack reckoned, for while they were not the largest she had ever taken, they were still quite huge for her, given the size difference between them. Had he been packing like a stallion, she would not even have known how to approach this. Playing around with the barbs – which elicited a strained gasp from Spike – the mare found that the barbs themselves were only semi-rigid and could be moved and twisted with only the slightest effort. Testing, she ran her hands up and down the top shaft, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her young friend. Grinning widely, she continued to rub her hands over Spike's cock while she thought about how to continue.

An idea made her eyes light up deviously. She quickly moved away from the dragon, making the boy look up almost in desperation after a second: she wasn't going to leave him like that, was she?! But Applejack was already returning, and knelt back between Spike's legs with a glass of nut-milk in her hand. She sought the young dragon's gaze before leaning back, displaying herself in all her glory and then pouring the nut milk over her breasts. It felt deliciously naughty, and the cool liquid was very welcome on this warm spring day. The milk cascaded over the curves of her breasts, running down the valley between them and over her stomach muscles, some of the liquid finding it's way between her legs to mingle with a clearer fluid. When she was done, Applejack could feel some droplets still hanging from her breasts, tingling delightfully. As she looked back at Spike, she found the young dragon staring at her with eyes wide open, as if she had just grown wings and done a sonic rainboom to outshine Dash.

'Poor little lad.' Applejack thought without any real pity. 'We've not even really begun yet.'

With deliberate slowness the orange pony lowered her torso, swaying her breasts a little to enhance the show for her lover even further, and then started rubbing her breasts against Spike's hard and erect lower cock. The young boy was now panting in quick and shallow gasps, obviously trying not too loose his mind. As much fun as Applejack was having, she decided she needed to get a move on or the poor kid would either just explode on her or have an aneurysm. She wrapped her boobs, the skin still wet and slick from the milk she had poured over them, around Spike's lower cock, and started letting him slide up and down through the cleft between her breasts. A strangled, high-pitched sound escaped her lover's throat before he resumed his shallow panting. His wings which were splayed out wide against the ground, making the young dragon look bigger than he already was, twitched occasionally as if he was contemplating trying to fly away … or more probably wrap them around Applejack to keep her close forever. The young earth pony couldn't stop grinning widely: she had brought this strong and mighty dragon low, to the point where he was helplessly twitching and whimpering on the ground before her. It was an incredibly empowering feeling.

As much fun as this was, and as much Applejack enjoyed the feeling of Spike's cock rubbing between her breasts, it was time for the main course. Briefly stopping her motions to catch her lover's eye, Applejack opened her mouth and slowly started to lower her lips towards the pointed head of the cock sticking out eagerly between her breasts. Spike might have forgotten how to breathe at this point. Wanting to remind him, the young pony softly blew out over the fleshy tip, already wet with the nut milk from her generous boob massage. The young woman gave the head a kiss, before letting her lips glide over it and engulfing a good part of the shaft in her mouth, the rest still sandwiched between her breasts. The little barbs felt interesting – they massaged the inside of her mouth rather than scratching it. She played with them using her tongue, moving them this way and that, before beginning to pull her head up slowly while sucking on Spike's cock. This felt so fascinatingly different from the flat and round-tipped cock of a stallion! Up to this point Applejack had not been convinced she really wanted something so … foreign inside of her. But having tested it with her mouth now, she was keen to know how it would feel. The mare started bobbing her head up and down more vigorously, little puffs of smoke escaping from Spike's nostrils. Not wanting her partner to come just yet, the mare pulled back, but gave his cock a couple of loving taps with her tongue. Deciding to try new things, she took as much of the cock in her mouth as she comfortably could, then wrapped her tongue around it, giving it a bit of a massage. If the muscles in her lover's legs, which were strained so much they looked like thick cables running beneath his scales, were any indication, then he definitely liked that.

Encouraged, Applejack decided to attempt something she had tried before, but failed to do: taking a cock all the way down her throat. Before, her gag reflex forced her to abort the attempt, but the head of the dragon's cock was notably thinner and more pointed than a stallion's wide, round tip. Perhaps that would make it easier? Time to find out!

Applejack took the lower penis as deeply into her mouth as was comfortably possible and tentatively swallowed to get a feel for it. From this position she had trouble seeing Spike's face, but going by his panting and the way his stomach muscles bulged, she could tell her actions were having the desired effect on the young dragon. The girl took a deep breath, then pushed further, repeatedly swallowing as the barbed head slipped into her throat. It was a tight fit, her lips stretched wide around the shaft, and it wasn't quite easy to avoid gagging and pulling away, but Applejack found she could do it.

Suddenly Spike pushed forward even deeper into the girl's jugular, and gripped her head fiercely, holding her in place. The blonde's first impulse was to pull back, but she stopped that, instead swallowing again and rubbing her tongue sideways over the dragon's shaft. Obviously the feeling of her throat constricting rhythmically around his shaft had been just too much for him. The green eyed girl could not only feel large amounts of hot semen being pumped into her stomach, she saw Spike's upper cock twitch and explode in front of her face, spurting load after load onto the boy's stomach and chest.

It was several seconds before Spike loosened his grip on her head, finally allowing her to pull back and catch a much needed breath. Applejack could still feel the deliciously hot liquid which her lover had made her swallow in what seemed like gallons radiate pleasurable warmth from her stomach.

The blonde smiled, wiping a little bit of drool from her lips: “Thanks for the meal.” It would have been fun to actually ride the dragon, but this had been certainly quite the experience. Much to her surprise, however, Spike's cocks showed no sign of going flaccid or retreating to their sheaths. Instead she found her friend staring at her wide eyed, his almost panicked expression clearly asking: 'We're not done yet, are we?!'

It would have been pure heartlessness to leave the poor boy in such a state – and Applejack had never wanted to stop here in the first place.

Stretching her back out, which not coincidentally accentuated her bust, she pushed herself up and asked, grinning: “Looks like you are still up for getting your own reward, are you?”

Spike could only nod.

Squatting on top of her lover Applejack started rubbing her sex up and down over the dragon's barbed cocks. The one she had taken in her mouth was pleasantly wet, so she grabbed it and angled it upwards, lining it up with her swollen entrance. Very slowly and carefully she lowered her hips, the pointed head sliding past her bottom lips easily. Spike was panting rapidly, his hands gripping the ground like he might fall off the earth any second. Applejack felt herself stretch further and further. It had been a long time since she last had taken a man inside her, so she was tight and needed a bit of time to get used to the sensation. It was fascinatingly different. The head went in so much easier than the one of a wide-tipped stallion cock, but where with a colt the sensation was all focused around that top part, the little barbs on Spike's dragon cock stimulated her entire pussy as they moved in. His second penis was sliding along her outer lips, rubbing against her already slightly peeking out clitoris as she went down. She felt her sex shudder with delight, drawing a deep moan from her dragon friend.

Inch by inch she took the massive member, seeing her groin bulge out from being so amazingly filled. It felt wonderful while at the same time being uncomfortable almost to the point of being slightly painful. Spike was just so much bigger and stronger than her – having him pinned beneath her gasping for air helplessly was an incredibly empowering feeling. His cock went deeper and deeper into her cunt, and despite her having taken a bigger one at an earlier date, the girl started to wonder if maybe she couldn't fit all of the dragon inside her.

Finally, Applejack could feel her strained thighs touch her lover's legs. The young woman let out a shuddering moan: not much more and the feeling would actually have crossed over into pain. For a number of seconds the blonde held still, just breathing and getting used to being so filled and stretched so wide. Beneath her her lover was doing the same, panting and doing his best to adapt his mind to the incredible experience. Applejack hoped that Spike would be a bit more assertive and aggressive later, but right now this was fine, too. He still needed to regain his old self-confidence, and she didn't mind being on top for a change. The green eyed girl smiled: there was much to be said for a man with experience and skill, but deflowering a virgin could be fun, too.

Carefully, she started lifting herself up. As she raised her hips, the dragon cock began to slip out of her, but where a stallion would just have widened her at one particular area, the little barbs seemed to tug at and stimulate every single fold of her sex. The blonde gasped for breath. The feeling was almost too much. She could only pull up for barely more than an inch, then carefully lowered herself again, not trusting her legs to hold her weight much longer with the experience almost wiping her mind. After a few seconds, she tried again: the feeling was barely less intense. Normally Applejack would be properly riding and bouncing up and down now, but she'd need a bit more time to get used to this new experience. So instead she started slowly gyrating her hips in circles, which allowed her to be perfectly in control of how strongly all the little barbs in her pussy tugged at her inner folds. She increased the range of her motions gradually, noting that the the most intense stimulation came from the crown of spikes that circled the bottom of the dragon's cock. It was amazing, it was exhilarating, and soon, it wasn't enough. Despite the fact that the it was almost painful, she started really moving her hips up and down, loving the feeling of being stretched wide time and again as the cock slid in and out of her. Her breasts bounced and the flesh of her ass and thighs wriggled each time she slapped herself hard against her lover's thighs. It was too good, it was too much: she needed Spike to cum, now, for she herself would not be able to hold on much longer. Desperately she clenched her inner muscles and grabbed Spike's second dick, rubbing it to drive him over the edge. It worked: she could feel her lover meet her thrusts, then his cock started spasming inside of her, filling her womb with spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum. She pressed his hot, twitching second cock against her clit, and the feeling of its crown rubbing against that sensitive nub of flesh drove her over the edge herself, her insides squeezing her lover's dick hard to coax out every last bit of semen, her cervix eagerly dipping down to drink it all. Applejack threw her head back, her throat constricted so much that it strangled what would elsewhise surely have been a scream of primal pleasure. A few seconds she kept sitting upright, even leaning back a little so that the cock inside would rub even more strongly against her g-spot, then collapsed on top of Spike, his hot and sticky spunk smeared over both their chests and stomachs.

Both lovers lay in the midday sun, panting deeply for breath. Spike wrapped his arms around his dear friend and even covered her with his large wings. Applejack felt the wonderful afterglow of an intense orgasm, but almost better yet was the feeling of being held in the strong arms of this amazing, huge, loving dragon. He nuzzled her brow, placing soft kisses on the top of her head. The girl wanted to reciprocate, kiss him back, but right now she was just too tired and needed a second to rest. The second became a minute, then more, and soon Applejack was soundly asleep in the arms of her new lover.

When Applejack awoke, the sun had moved on and it was clearly afternoon already.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Spike greeted her softly. “Anyone ever tell you that you're amazing?”

The earth pony returned his smile: “Been a while, actually. But it's always nice to hear.”

“Then I'll say it again: you are amazing and lovely and wonderful.” Spike accentuated his compliments with a soft and deep kiss that the mare was happy to respond to.

Kissing her lover and rubbing her breasts against his muscular chest was extremely pleasurable, but it also drew Applejack's attention to just how sticky her chest and her stomach … actually everything about her was. The farmer girl was no city mare who would throw a hissy fit at the slightest bit of dirt, but this felt a bit too grimy even for her.

A bit reluctantly she broke the kiss and parted from her younger lover: “I think I need a shower real bad. I don't even know why you want to cuddle with me like this.”

“I'd kiss you even if you had just been puked on by a hydra!”

Applejack's laughter was like golden bells in the midday sun: “Let's not actually try that one out. I really wanna go for a shower, but don't worry: the day ain't over yet.”

She winked at Spike as she got up and deliberately put a bit of sway in her step as she moved towards the house to give the dragon a nice view of her ass, feeling almost ashamed that her tail was already invitingly moving to the side again, exposing her sex to her lover's hungry eyes.

'I'm turning into a right nymph.' Applejack assessed self-critically, but couldn't find herself minding that one bit.

Not wanting to enter the comparatively dark and cool house, the mare chose to use the outdoor shower. The water cascading down over her was pleasantly warm – the water tank had absorbed the sun rays all day long – and the spray formed a miniature rainbow in front of her. As much fun as Applejack could have getting down and dirty, cleaning up was also a wonderful experience. Closing her eyes she leaned into the stream of water, enjoying the soft massage of the falling water droplets. The young mare rubbed herself down, relishing the feeling of her own wet skin, making sure she got all the gunk out so she'd be properly clean.

Something – a sound or a movement, she couldn't tell – caught her attention, and Applejack turned around to see Spike standing nearby, almost gawking at her, his cocks proudly standing at attention again.

“You spyin' on me, Loverboy?” the farmer girl asked jokingly, then, while the young dragon was still sputtering for an answer, continued: “Come over here, there's enough space for two to shower.”

Applejack had to suppress a laugh as Spike moved as quickly as he could without actually running. Her laugh turned into a surprised gasp, however, as the young dragon caught her in his arms and lifted her clean off her feet so that she'd be at perfect height for a deep and slow kiss. Sunrays, warm water and a lover's embrace on the Apple Acres … Applejack couldn't quite figure out why she hadn't done this earlier. Right – Rising Up. Somehow that really didn't seem important any more. Applejack hoped Spike felt the same.

If the two barbed cocks poking into her belly were any indication, then his attention was probably indeed elsewhere. It was hard to tell where one kiss ended and the next began, while Spike used his strong hands to clean and massage every bit of Applejack he could reach. The girl reciprocated, running her hands over her lover's body and exploring the thick strands of muscle that ran beneath his scales. Encouraged she wrapped her legs around Spike's thighs, resting her full weight on the dragon's legs. The burning desire between her legs made her rub her sex against the cocks trapped between her and the boy's stomach. In response her lover's kisses became more heated, more demanding, something Applejack quite enjoyed.

She could not wait any longer, but she didn't quite trust herself to this standing position: she had had two noteworthy workouts today already.

“Let me down!” she urged her lover gently.

When he complied she quickly turned around, rubbing her wet and round asscheeks against his groin, her tail eagerly whipping over his cocks: “This time you get to be in charge.”

Spike reached down and tried to line himself up with her dripping sex. He quickly found that due to their size difference, he'd have to bend his legs to make it work – he also pushed Applejack forward to get a better angle.

As the dragon rubbed the head of his cock up and down over the young mare's slit, she whined needily: “Come on, Loverboy! Don't tease me!”

The blonde girl felt the breath being knocked out of her when her mate pushed himself into her in a single, powerful stroke. She did not get a chance to compose herself as her lover eagerly drew back, then hilted himself inside her again.

This was both exhilarating and a little frightening. Applejack was glad she took the initiative at first – her being a bit more stretched out now and knowing the feeling of the barbed cock moving inside of her already allowed her to enjoy the experience rather than be completely overwhelmed. Despite that the girl quickly found that her strength left her and she was worried she might fall, but Spike held her tight so there was no danger of that. Her eager lover pressed her against the wall, his powerful thrusts literally lifting her off her feet. His front cock was sandwiched between her sex and the wall, stimulating her clit each time the young dragon moved his hips.

The thrusts were hard, deep and fast, each of them forcing a throaty moan from Applejack's lips as the very air was pushed from her lungs. Her breasts were rubbing against the wall and her ass and hips smacked by her lover's wet, scaly thighs. There was no way she was going to be able to last long – but neither would Spike for all she could tell. He was nuzzling her ear, panting in a deep and throaty voice that just added to the sexiness of it all.

Applejack couldn't take it any more. She spread her legs as far as she could, inviting Spike to just take her, tilting her hips in time with his thrusts to get him even deeper in her lava-hot, dripping sex. With a strangled cry, Applejack came, her sex spasming rhythmically around the barbed cock. Spike wasn't quite there yet, so he kept moving, the barbs tugging at the mare's clenching folds, the pointed head of his cock poking the blonde so very deeply inside her stomach, until with a deep growl he also came, thrusting a few more times while Applejack felt her insides be flooded with deliciously hot cum.

The two of them collapsed, Spike making sure that his girlfriend landed on top of him. They both were panting for breath – while this encounter had been short, that had been made up for by the intensity of their sex. After managing to get a bit of air into her lungs, Applejack started laughing: “Now we get to shower all over again!”

The two of them were finally back in their clothes. The sun had lost a lot of its strength already, slowly sinking towards the horizon.

“These things give me the creeps.” Spike admitted uncomfortably, dragging one of the new magical scarecrows to it's place on the fields they had ploughed this morning. “No wonder Fluttershy hates them.”

“Awww … is our big, strong dragon scared of some magical moving puppets?” Applejack teased laughing. “And here I thought you were all grown up now.”

Her new lover rammed the scarecrow into the earth, then scooped the blonde mare up in his arms: “I'll show you just how grown up I am!”, he growled playfully.

A familiar voice from a bit away wiped the smile off Applejack's face: “Hey sis! We're back!”

The orange earth pony practically jumped out of Spike's arms, making sure her clothing was straightened out as she turned to look at her siblings returning with a wagon full of new farming gear. Just as she felt her cheeks redden from embarrassment and worry what her siblings might have seen, the girl noticed the brief, dejected frown that slid over her dragon friend's face, before it was wilfully suppressed and replaced by a mask of indifference. Now, this would not do. Swallowing her own nervousness, Applejack reached over and put her arm around Spike, pulling him close and placing a kiss on his neck, the highest part of him she could reach. Consequences be damned, she would not do this to her friend. It just wasn't fair. She could see Big Mac's mouth moving silently as if he was chewing – he did not seem happy about this at all – but Apple Bloom's eyes almost lit up at what she saw. Spike on the other hand seemed to be downright surprised, and while Applejack didn't show it she felt her heart break a little by that her friend had fully expected she would not publicly acknowledge him. But this was the right thing to do. So maybe some people wouldn't like it and talk behind her back … to hell with them. Spike had always been loyal and generous towards her, he deserved to be treated the same way.

While Big Mac appeared to still mull things over, Apple Bloom seemed to be over the moon: “Oh, this is great! Will uncle Spike be staying here tonight?”

Spike glanced over at Applejack, timidly resting his hand on her side above her hip, before replying carefully: “I'd love to, Apple Bloom, but I'm afraid I'll still have to go back and take care of things for Twilight. You know that if I don't make sure she does, she'll probably forget to eat again.”

Noticing that the young redhead was obviously a bit disappointed by that, the dragon continued: “But I'm sure I can still stay for a while longer – maybe help you prepare dinner before I go.”

The girl's face brightened quickly at these words. “That'd be awesome. Can you make onion cake for us? It's my favourite.”

After shooting a quick glance at Applejack, Spike reached out and gently ruffled Apple Bloom's hair: “If you have the ingredients, and if your big sis says it's all right, then sure. I'd be glad to.”

Somehow seeing how good Spike still was with children made Applejack feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He mixed gentleness with a playful innocence that often made foals quickly forget he was an omnivorous predator. When Cheerilee would bring her classes over, usually the kids wanted Spike to teach them rather than Twilight. Though that might have something to do with how the smart unicorn often ended up explaining things in such a complicated way that Applejack herself had a tough time figuring out what she was saying. Sometimes it was hard not feeling stupid next to Twilight.

Big Mac pulled the heavy wagon alone into the tool shed without another word. With her strong but silent brother it was sometimes hard to say whether he was upset, mulling things over or just didn't feel like talking.

Apple Bloom was pulling Spike away by his hand, eagerly telling him about her day. The young dragon surprised his pony friend by quickly grabbing her and whirling the happily squealing girl around in the air before setting her down again. Despite the fact that Apple Bloom was about to become of age, she still enjoyed such shenanigans to the fullest, and had more than once told naysayers that she had way more fun being childish when she felt like it than anyone acting all grown up and refined. Applejack swallowed a sigh: her younger sister had had little enough of a childhood as it was, with them having to run the farm from a very early age. She deserved what fun she could get now.

The setting sun cast everything in a reddish-gold hue. Apple Bloom, cheerily laughing and hanging on to Spike, pulling him by his arm towards their house, reminded Applejack of herself when she was younger … or more accurately, of how she herself might have been if things had been just a little bit easier. A long day of work lay behind the blonde earth pony: one fourth of a barn painted, two fields tilled and seeded, and the scarecrows to keep away the birds had been put up. Not quite what she and Spike could have achieved if they had done nothing but work, but also definitely more than she would have expected to get done alone. Her muscles were pleasantly sore, and in front of her walked her new lover, often carefully glancing back to her, talking and playing with what almost was like a younger version of herself. The mare looked forward to eating the delicious dinner that Spike would cook for her … surrounded by her family.

Applejack decided that though this was not perfect, for now, it was good.