Applejack Gets a Back Rub

Rainbow Dash had just smashed through a tower of rocks that Spike had built. Applejack was helping her recover, telling Spike, "Ah just can't think of one more thing I need help with. So you don't have to do anything else."

Spike nearly fainted, falling to the ground in disbelief. "What do you mean you can't think of anything else I can help with?!"

Applejack walked over to him as he sat up, "Exactly that. There's nothin' else. I don't want you t'do anythin'."

Spike began to pace about, worrying, "But if I don't help you, how will I know I'm a noble dragon?"

Applejack tried to think of some kind of a comforting answer, "Well, uh-"

But Spike cut back in, "Maybe there's things you need help with, but you don't even realize you need help with."

Fluttershy had been silently watching off to the side. At this point she cut in, "If she needed help, I think she'd realize it."

"Maybe not." Spike answered, as he climbed to the top of the remaining rock pile, "Maybe Applejack needs help realizing what she needs help with." he said as he jumped onto Applejack's back from the low peak, knocking her to the ground on her belly. "Like maybe your back itches." Spike said, as he began to vigorously scratch her back.

"Ohh, that does feel good." Applejack was already caught off guard from the aerial tackle. That, coupled with the sudden shift from the offer of doing manual labor, to this personal attention. Rarity had dragged Applejack to one of her spa days a while back. Lotus and Aloe were certainly skilled at their craft. Applejack would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the deep tissue massage they gave her. It felt so good to have somepony working out all the stress and knots from her tired muscles after a hard day's bucking.

Applejack expressed her gratitude to Rarity bringing her that one time, but her stubborn ways wouldn't let her come to admit to Rarity how much she really enjoyed being pampered like that. Nor would it let her go back to the spa on her own accord. Not to mention that those massages on a regular basis would be cost prohibitive for the limited budget of the simple farm pony.

But this! Spike's dexterous hands, with their individual digits, worked the muscles and nerve endings in her back in ways that even the most skilled of hooves physically couldn't. And all she had to do was ask? Applejack could get used to this. But just as he was really getting into working on her back, he stopped, much to her disappointment.

Spike was already off again trying to sell his service to her again, "See? Or you might need help remembering your favorite song? ..."

Applejack was no longer listening as Spike began to sing some song she had never heard before. Let alone her favorite song, which everypony knew was-

Applejack's thoughts were cut short by a fire bellow being put in her mouth. Spike pumped the bellow, inflating Applejack like a balloon. She hadn't felt that filled up since... well that's a story for another time. Finally, she flew off the end of the bellow, propelling herself backwards until she returned to her normal size.

"All right, Spike, ya convinced me. But I don't need help with things like breathin', or any other bodily functions fer that matter. Why don't we just go back to the farm and we can get you back to work. I've got it from here gals, don't you worry 'bout me."

"Alright!" Spike cheered, jumping in the air, elated. Everypony else there just assumed that Applejack had formulated a plan to trick Spike out of her service on her own, and went their separate ways.
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Once they were out of earshot of the others, Applejack struck up a conversation with her new, purple companion. "Hay Spike, ya know I just realized somethin'. We ain't never really spent much time together. I don't hardly know much 'bout you." she said with a sort of frown. What a sad statement about a friend of hers for over two years. "I mean, all I really knows is what Twilight tells me. But I mean like, How old are you fer one?"

"Eighteen." Spike said nonchalantly.

"Really?" she cocked her eyebrow, surprised.

"Yeah. Eighteen." he replied.

"Huh, I just always figured you were younger. You know, like a-"

"Baby?" he cut her off, a little miffed.

"Well, yeah I guess." She admitted, feeling a little silly now with this new information.

"Well," he started to explain, "Dragons do live for centuries. So relatively speaking, eighteen is a 'baby' dragon. I mean, I don't even have my wings yet." He said, feeling a little self-conscious. "But it does get on my nerves sometimes when everypony still treats me like I'm a child. I'm just as mature as anypony else."

"Hmm. So eighteen..." she trailed off, considering the implications.

"Yup," he pulled out his stagecoach operators licence, issued in Canterlot. "I did chauffeur you all to the Grand Galloping Gala two years ago when I was sixteen."

"That's true..." Applejack remembered. "You know, we just celebrated your birthday too, and I never even thought to ask how old you were... But you were... hatched... right when Twilight got her Cutie mark..." She looked at her own Cutie Mark on her supple flank, "I suppose when we all got 'em... And that was..." she did the fancy mathematics in her head, "golly, it has been just over eighteen years."

Spike continued, "I can drive, I can smoke a pipe, I can drink a cider, I can vote..."

AJ poked him in the ribs, "Ya know those ballots are all just different nicknames fer Princess Celestia right?" It was true, the elections every four years were more or less a joke. But next year everypony was looking forward to whether or not Luna would be added to the ballot... or if it would even matter.

Spike ignored her, "I'm a registered citizen. I can volunteer for the Equestria militia." he said seriously.

"Oh, Spike, ya don't need to do that to defend Equestria. Ya already saved the Crystal Empire!" she reminded him.

"Yeah... I did!" he said, beaming with pride. "I guess I am pretty awesome. You're lucky to have me as your number one assistant."

The sun was beginning to hang low in the evening as they neared the barn. "Ya know Spike, there's one last thing you forgot about." Applejack said, a grin forming at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, what's that." he asked.

AJ took a deep breath. This was it. "Eighteen... is also the age... of consent." she whispered, sounding a little more sultry than she meant to.

It took a second for the words to register in his head. The sentence, along with her tone, blew a fuse in his mind and he was still resetting breakers. Luckily, AJ caught the shock on his face and laughed to cut the tension. Spike was more than happy to join her levity.

"He he, yeah. It is that too. That... is... correct." he said, sort of trailing off. "You should make sure Rarity knows I'm eighteen." he said, jokingly, but then immediately embarrassed at his forwardness.

Awkward jokes aside, it really had been a crazy day. For all of Spike's help, the resulting messes left Applejack doing three times as much work as her normal day. Her muscles were exhausted. Applejack opened the barn, letting Spike inside before closing it behind him.

"So what do you need help with in the barn?" Spike asked excitedly, clapping his hands, "You need me to bale some hay, or stack some hay bales or-" Applejack put a hoof to his mouth, silencing him. She settled down, laying on her belly on a soft pile of loose hay.

"Spike, I really appreciate yer help. But it's been a long, hard day. I could really do with another back rub." She said, nodding to her back.

"Sure thing!" Spike enthused, leaping to her side, scratching vigorously.

Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch

"Oh yeah. That does feels good." she moaned. True, the aggressive scratching did feel good on her rough coat, soothing itches she didn't even know her skin had. But it wasn't what she really craved at that moment.

"Say Spike," she asked, causing him to pause, "that's nice and all, but could you try rubbing more than scratching?"

"Like this?" Spike laid his palms flat, before resuming to rapidly buffing her fur, like he was washing a window.

"That's better, but I mean slowly. Try putting a little more weight into it, like yer kneading bread." She advised.

"Liiike this?" Spike changed up his strategy. He pressed his palms deep into AJ's muscles. He worked in slow little circles, rolling his fingers in different patterns. He rolled his palms into fists before spreading his fingers out, pushing and pulling on different patches of her back, stimulating each tired muscle. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Each of his fingers were their own tiny hoof, it was like getting eight massages at once. Applejack was euphoric.

"Oh Spiiiike, oh yes, you got it. Just keep on doin' that." She moaned as he worked high on her back, in between her rugged shoulder blades. He began extending out into her shoulders and neck. She could have just laid there for hours under his ministrations. "Hmm, lower..."

Spike moved around from her side to behind her to get a better angle on her lower back. He began to get a feel for what made her feel good based on her responses to his techniques. He worked his way down from her lower back to the tops of her flanks before moving back up again. He still kept a keen distance from her buttocks proper. He could tell he was doing a good job from the way she practically purred under his hands.

Applejacks tail began to raise on it's own, twitching and flagging with each wave of pleasure from his massage. It's weight kept it bowed down for the most part, as it sort of fell to the side exposing her nethers. In his position, Spike couldn't help but notice the movement. A glance down revealed Applejack's engorged privates on full display for him. He tried to avert his eyes and stay focused on his work. Ponies seldom wore clothes so it wasn't something he had never seen before. But he understood it was rude to look when a tail failed to cover it. But his eyes still wandered down from time to time.

For her part, Applejack was lost to the world. Each pass he made over her hips made her mare bits tingle. She subconsciously slid a hoof beneath her, slowly through the hay. Spike could now feel the the heat on his legs positively radiating from her exposed privates. Underneath, Applejack just barely had the tip of her hoof at the top of her slit. She couldn't give herself a proper frigging without Spike noticing. She just applied a pressure at the top of her slit on her little love button. But that was enough.

Spike's massage had supercharged her pussy. Her every nerve already on edge. The final contact she made was all she needed to make herself cum. It wasn't anything earth-shattering. She had brought herself to bigger climaxes in the past. But the speed, and ease of it's arrival caught her completely by surprise.

She bit her lip to stifle her moan, but it came through anyway. It was only a little louder than the series of moans she had been producing that evening, so Spike paid it no special attention. But Applejack also reflexively moved to bear down on her hoof, in a sort of single, extended hump, causing her to lose her traction in the hay and slide backwards.

Applejack's attention snapped back to reality when Spike's hands froze in their movement on her back. She simultaneously noticed that her movement had caused her to slide backwards into Spike. Her exposed pussy was mashed against his leg, causing her lips to part slightly. He felt her pussy quiver against him in her orgasm, causing her clit to 'wink' against his shin. The added stimulation of the contact prolonging her climax, turning her would-be-mediocre orgasm all the way up to eleven. Her mare juice creamed onto his shin and foot as her moan increased in volume. Spike froze out of embarrassment, fearing that he had done wrong. Applejack simply couldn't command her muscles as she helplessly rode the wave of her ecstasy against him for what felt like and eternity.

In reality, it was a split second later that Applejack quickly lurched forward off of Spike. In the same motion she brought her trouble-maker hoof up away from her crotch in a flash. Spike didn't notice anyway, he was still petrified like a deer in headlights.

"SLIPPED!" They both apologized in stereo.

Each tried to pretend that nothing had happened, despite the sticky evidence to the contrary slathered on each of them. Spikes hands were still clutching her buttocks. They had slipped extra southward when she jerked forward away from him. He did the only thing he could think of to try to restore some normality to the situation: He resumed the massage, trying to regain some distance north to her lower back, and away from her hot, moist... oh, the aroma was overpowering.

Sure, it didn't have the same effect on him that it would on a stallion. The pheromones didn't work across species. He read that in a book somewhere. But he had been around mares his whole life. He recognized the smell earlier, just as soon as AJ had started to get... worked up. And as much as he hoped to ignore what had just happened, he was not so naive that he didn't know exactly what just happened. But he didn't know whether to feel ashamed or... proud?

He suddenly understood the achievement in making a mare do that from a simple back rub. He redoubled his efforts. This pony saved his life after all. He was going to give her the time of hers. He grinned at the thought, feeling more brazen. AJ slipped forward again, trying to make sure she didn't 'slip' into him again. He stayed where he was this time. His arms no longer reaching her back, he shifted to cycling between her flank, and lower to her supple ass. He still stayed away from the middle, keeping more to her hips and outer thighs. But he was most definitely rubbing down her round, southern badonkadonk!

Applejack noticed the change as well, hazarding a peek back over her shoulder. She caught his eyes as he just grinned back at her, the sly devil. She looked straight ahead again, her mind raced.

Why that- he knows exactly what he's doing! And he's INTO it?

Applejack felt emboldened. "Hay Spike," he paused, "why don't you..." She rolled away onto her back, her hind legs splayed slightly, "gimmie a belly rub now?" she said with her best sultry bedroom voice.