Applejack Gets a Back Rub

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.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately she was beginning to think), the way she rolled over with her tail, it flipped up between her legs. Now it was covering the front of her marehood, laying over her other leg. But it meant that now, with him, it was like starting the whole process over again.

Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch

His rapid scratching of her tummy and ribs sent poor Applejack into a giggle fit. "HAHAHAHA Spike! No, slow!"

"Oh, right." He corrected, trying the back rub technique he had just been using, putting his weight into it and kneading it like bread.

"OOF!" She grunted as he pressed into her guts. "Er, Spike, just lay down next t'me and rub with yer hand lightly."

"Oh, sorry AJ!" he apologized quickly, as he tried to position himself next to her, laying down, propped up on his elbow.

"It's alright partner, just relax." She reassured him as he scootched closer up against her, reaching across with his arm. "There now, just use those hands of yours and... rub softly." She guided.

Spike laid beside her, spooning her form as his hand and arm gently stroked her chest and abdomen.

"Mmm, there ya go." Applejack purred, relaxing as his hand and fingers tenderly massaged her under-fur. Once again she found herself in a state of bliss. She could have just laid there all evening as he softly caressed her belly's fur. It was much softer fur than the coarse hair on her legs or back, which were exposed more to the elements and abuse of daily labor. No, this fur was spared the harshness of her life's work. This fur, she kept soft and pristine for some lucky buck to enjoy one night, atop her.

She just never thought it would be Spike. But she was enjoying this twist of fate. "Mmm lower." She cooed, as before. Spike moved from a mix of her chest and tummy, to just her tummy, making small circles. Somehow it made her feel like a mommy the way he rubbed her belly. She imagined Applebloom some day making the same motions, rubbing Applejack's tummy with her future stallion's foal. But she was getting ahead of herself.

Her mind focused back on Spike, and what he was doing to her body. The sensations her was generating in her gave her goosebumps. It made the short hairs on her neck stand up. It was electric.

And it made her wet.

Spike could feel the moistness on his leg quickly drying into no more than a sticky memory. But Applejack was keeping the atmosphere in that barn hot and heavy, with the aroma of her fresh arousal hanging thick in the air.

"Mmm, lower." Applejack purred to him again. Spike moved the center of his massage's little circles from her belly to her lower belly... "Uh, uh. Lower." ...okay, to her lower lower belly.

"Looooower." She said with an almost subsonic, primal growl. Spike swallowed hard, and moved his hand quickly to the fronts of her thighs. "Ooh, mmm, I think you skipped past it." she said in such a coy, playful tone before a brief giggle. It made Spike briefly feel like an intimidated child. This was genuinely new territory for him. Having AJ accidentally bucking against his leg, he could shrug off to chance, but this...

"Um, Twilight says I'm not supposed to touch mares there..." he said, coming off more cute and innocent than he intended. Rather than deter Applejack, it spurred her ambition on to 'break in' this fresh mustang.

"Well, she's half right." Applejack started, forcing herself out of her lusty haze for a moment, "Yer not supposed to touch a mare there... unless they ask you too." she finished, turning her bedroom eyes to max on her little Spikey Wikey.

"And. I'm. Asking. you. to."

"Um, okay. Here I go." He said, as he tentatively slid his hand up her thigh, toward her hidden snatch. Inch by agonizing inch, his hand crept ever closer to the edge of her blonde tail, concealing her flower. He tried to get away with just petting her tail, but a split second before he could try, she whisked it away with a flick of her tail. She arched her back and spread her legs further, putting herself on full display to him.

"Well, go on then," she encouraged, "just go slow and be gentle at first." He brought his hand to mere millimeters from her slit, hesitating to touch it as though it were a hot stove top. With the heat pulsating off of her mare bits, it might as well be. Finally, as though trapped in a Zeno's paradox, he closed the distance, resting his palm on her burning crotch. Applejack reflexively bucked up into his hand, surprising him. "Sorry," she said quickly, "I didn't mean t'scare ya. It just feels so good is all. It feels sooo good Spike, don't stop now! Rub it please?" she practically begged.

He lightly slid his whole hand up and down mound, which was enough to get her writhing again beneath him. His good job rewarded, he gained more confidence, adding slightly more speed and pressure to his rhythm. "Oooh yes, oh Celestia yes! Oh, Spike push your middle finger in." she moaned. He applied a little more pressure with his middle finger, pressing into her moist slit, parting her lips around it. It slid easily against her sensitive, and well lubricated inner folds. He was occasionally flicking against her sensitive nub, driving her wild.

"Oh, oh Spike push your finger IN." she cried out. He thought he had. He looked at her, confused, but continued to rub her slit just as he had been. It obviously made her feel good. She caught her breath long enough to catch his attention, "No Spike, push your finger inside!" she reached down with a free hoof, guiding his hand, "Lower, see?" she pushed his and to the base of her slit until he could feel it give beneath his entrenched finger. There was a hidden hole nestled there. He looked at her, a bit uncertain as he probed the boundaries of the entrance, she nodded back vigorously. He pressed his digit into her cunny hole.

Applejack lurched forward a little at the penetration. True it was just a small finger, but the sensation was new and just so damn hot to her. "Oh yes, rub in there like that!" Spike began to work his finger in and out, wiggling it around a little, testing a reaction. She was in heaven!

"More!" she cried out. "Another!"

Another 'what?' he wondered.

As though reading his mind, "Another finger. Inside. More fingers." She gasped, rocking her hips against him.

"Like, how many more?" he asked, craving specifics in what he certainly considered to be a sensitive assignment.

"As many as you can!" she said, suddenly feeling very dirty for the request. Spike on the other hand, did as he was told, following directions. He found that despite it's initial tightness, he found her pussy to be quite pliable and accommodating as he added a second finger, and then his third without much difficulty.

"Mmmmmmmore!" she purred, thrusting her hips against the purple intrusion. Spike had to re-position himself between her legs to get the right angle now. With a little effort and pressure, he began to slip his thumb inside the orange pony. She reveled in the feeling it gave her to be filled like this, she kept bucking against him harder as he just tried to hold his position. With each thrust of her hips, more of his small hand vanished inside her swallowing snatch.

"Um, Applejack?"

"KEEP GOING!" she screamed, her lust completely consuming her as the widest part of his wrist slid inside her hungry entrance. It was a strange sensation for him as well to have his hand completely inside another pony. "Push more in!"
Spike pushed back against her relentless bucks as more of his forearm vanished inside the farmer. She reached down with her free hoof and assaulted her engorged clit aggressively.

"Gnn, uh uh AHHHAAWWW!" She cried out as her second orgasm that night gripped her. Her powerful vaginal muscles squeezed and rippled along Spikes arm, as more of her mare cum spurted out from around her stuffed entrance, coating what arm remained outside in copious lube.

Seeing his mission accomplished, Spike was about to start withdrawing his enveloped limb. She shot up and continued to press down on his arm, "Oh yeah, keep going! Fuck me!"

Spike was frozen for a second. He had never heard her use nasty language in all the time he had known her. Not even so much as a 'darn'.

"Fuck ME!" she repeated her command, "Fuck me with your fist! Like you're punching!"

Okay, that part he got, however strange it was. He balled his hand into a small fist, still deep inside the mare. Then he began to 'punch' her insides, working his arm like a piston, sinking all the way up to his elbow! He still had lots of energy for her which was good because she was beginning to seem insatiable. He remembered Rainbow Dash saying something about earth ponies having a lot of stamina, but he always thought she meant racing. Now he knew better first hand.

He sunk in to his elbow and rolled his fist around inside. She rolled from side to side, clawing helplessly at the loose hay scattered about with her hooves. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my GOSH!" she tensed as another wave of her climax washed over her. She was able to get out two words. "MORE!... DEEPER!!!" He looked down at his elbow, resting at her entrance.

"Um, Applejack, are you sure that-"

"MORE! PLEASE!!!" she begged. He adjusted his position, pushing in more into what seemed like the bottomless mare! His elbow inside her was the last obstacle. Soon he easily slipped the rest of his slick arm inside her. He was forced to stop with his shoulder in her entrance, his torso putting a final end to any further progress. His fist finally bottomed out inside her, bumping against the end of her love tunnel. "OOOOHHH!" she moaned.

Shoulder deep left Spike with little leverage to do much other than just be there as she writhed on his arm inside her. Our of sheer curiosity, he felt around inside at her anatomy, his fingers toying at the entrance of her cervix.

For pony's sake it was like someone had taken a tazer to her neck. Her whole body convulsed in a final, mind blowing orgasm as her hips kept bucking into the air, causing Spike to smack his face into her stretched pussy lips with each bounce as he helplessly rag-dolled on the end of her like some second purple tail. It was like the Iron Pony Rodeo all over again!

His face mashed into her, "LICK IT! PLEASE! OH GOSH!" Spike just shut his eyes and stuck his tongue out, lapping all over, hoping for the best. By sheer luck he landed a direct hit on her aching clit setting off fireworks in her head as her pussy exploded onto his arm! Her pussy was completely filled with his arm, her mare cum had nowhere to go and sprayed out around his arm, soaking him from head to toe as her pussy clamped down on him a final time. Utterly exhausted, they both passed out right where they lay.
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The next day Applejack arrived at Twilight's house. The unicorn was engrossed in some book. "Twilight? Twilight. Twilight!" AJ yelled but just couldn't get through to her. Finally she resorted to moving one of Twilight's ink wells slightly out of place, setting off Twilight's OCD alarm, gaining her attention.

"Oh, Applejack it's good to see- what are you wearing? That's an odd dress."

"It's a tarp" AJ answered, "It was the only way ah could get here."

Now that Twilight looked, AJ's rump did seem big, even for the southern belle. A muffled voice came from underneath, "help"

Twilight's horn illuminated, removing the tarp. Revealing Spike still trapped, buried up to the shoulder inside Applejack!

"Twilight, can I come home now?"