Applejack Gets a Back Rub

"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands service!" Trixie called from the front desk. Aloe walked out to greet her. Rarity gave Spike a peck on the cheek, "Good luck. And don't worry, I'll tell Twilight you'll be home late so she doesn't worry." she gave him another kiss before Lotus escorted Rarity to the exit.

Lotus returned to Spike, still in the employee area awaiting instruction. "Spike, it looks like your first paying customer is here!" Spike looked past her shoulder to the powder blue mare in the lobby. She was removing her hat and cape, neatly folding them and placing them in the guest locker.

"Trixie? But she's terrible! She's sooo annoying!" Spike complained.

Lotus frowned at him. "While that may be... true, she is still a paying customer. And we are paid to provide a service to our customers. Our personal feelings about them non-withstanding." She looked back at Trixie as she laid a bag of bits on the counter for Aloe. "And Miss Trixie pays very well. So we afford her certain... liberties."

Spike looked at her, confused. "Liberties?"

She looked back to Spike, "Miss Trixie likes to have a bit of... fun, at our expense with her magic while we service her." Spike looked worried. "You do not need to be afraid. She never hurts anypony, and she never does anything permanent. She usually just turns our fur purple, for role playing I think." She looked at Spike up and down for a moment. "Although I am curious as to what she will do with you, since you are already purple." She smirked, almost knowingly. "Come, let us get you acquainted." she said, as she helped him put on an white employee collar and headband.

Lotus walked with Spike out to the waiting room. "Miss Trixie! What a pleasure to have you return to us!" Lotus greeted. Trixie put down the spa's copy of the Hoofington Post. "We have a very special treat for you today. This is Spike." She pushed him forward to greet his first client. Be bowed politely. "He is new to the spa, but not to the art of the massage!"

Trixie looked him over, a bit skeptical. "Very well. Trixie accepts this offering. But Trixie will want a refund if she is unsatisfied!"

"Of course, Miss Trixie. That has always been our policy." Lotus turned to Spike pointedly, while still speaking to Trixie "We satisfy our customers one hundred percent or your money back!" She turned back to Trixie, smiling, "So, what will it be for our Great and Powerful client?"

Trixie walked past them to the massage table room. "The Usual." She settled onto the table, getting comfortable.

Spike looked at Lotus and mouthed the words, 'the Usual?'

Lotus nodded, and nudged Spike after Trixie into the massage room, whispering, "One hundred percent satisfied." she smiled.

Spike thought to himself as he closed the door. "No wonder they call it the 'Usual'. It appeared that every mare seems to get it." He moved to the side of the table. The words 'one hundred percent satisfied' echoed in his head. "So," he began to ask her, "How may I..." he shuddered, "satisfy the Great and Powerful Trixie?"

She purred, "Hmm, you may being by continuing to refer to Trixie as such." she rolled her head slightly, "Also, you may relieve this tension in Trixie's neck. The crown of 'Greatest Equine That Has Ever Lived' weighs heavy on Trixie's head... even as a metaphorical one." she smiled.

Spike brought his hands to her neck, restraining the urge to choke her, and began to massage along her neckline. Indeed her neck was taught with knotted muscles. Spike had his work cut out for him as his hands worked into weeks of stress and tension. Spike thought to himself, 'Crown nothing. It must be hard enough for her neck to carry around that enormousness ego on her shoulders.'

He rolled his thumbs gently into her cramped neck muscles, slowly restoring circulation and relieving pain. "Hmm, Trixie enjoys this very much." she said after a few moments. He began to move on to her shoulders. "You are the assistant to Twilight Sparkle, are you not?" She asked him. He hated that. He hated how he was always 'Twilight's assistant', not only in title, but as identity to everypony else. He wanted to be his own dragon. This job could be his key to it.

"No. My name is Spike. I'm not anypony's assistant." Spike said, feeling a little rebellious, and a lot proud. He closed his fingers into fists, and rolled his knuckles along her shoulder line.

"Ah, I see." Trixie said, shifting a little. "But you are Trixie's assistant... for now." She said, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

Spike continued to work on her back rub, rocking his body's weight into his ministrations. "Yes, it would certainly appear so." he deadpanned. Trixie noticed his apathy in his attitude, but did not mind. As long as he continued to work his magic into her back. It felt marvelous, those fingers of his! He moved to between her shoulder blades, working along her ridges to the bottom of them. He rubbed his palms into her back's ribs, loosening her tight poise. She stretched out onto the table.

"But you do know her, yes?" Trixie asked a few minutes later. Spike was confused for a minute, still focused on the task at hand. He felt like he was being made to resume a conversation he didn't know he was in.

"Know who?" He asked back, moving along the iliac crest of her hips to her lower back. Focusing now on her lumbar region.

Trixie's thoughts were momentarily derailed at the latest sensation. "Mmm, Twilight Sparkle."

'Of course. It's always about her.' he mentally grumbled. "Yeah. I know her." he replied.

"Tell me about her." Trixie said, rubbing her face into her pillow.

"About Twilight? What's to tell?" Spike asked, somewhat perplexed.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just talk to Trixie about Twilight Sparkle while you massage her." Trixie instructed. "She would find it very... satisfying." she added, putting emphasis on the last word.

one hundred percent satisfied

"Um, let's see..." Spike started. "She's a unicorn. She's purple. She's 26 years old. She's the librarian."

"No, no. Do not tell Trixie what Twilight is. Tell her about who she is. What is she like? What are her hopes and dreams? What does she look for in a... partner? Those sort of things." She advised.

Spike took a deep breath as he continued to rub Trixie's back. He tried to think about everything that made Twilight who she was. "She's... she's..." He found himself feeling slightly homesick all of a sudden... "She's an amazing pony. She so well organized, and smart. She's kind and forgiving and understanding. If you ever make a mistake or wrong her, she's always the first to forgive." he thought back to all the accidents he had caused from chance or clumsiness. "She secretly wishes she was more athletic like Applejack or Rainbow Dash. I catch her doing push-ups sometimes! She like bananas but she hates pears!" He chuckled.

"Pears? Really?" Trixie laughed with him.

"Yeah! She can't stand them!" he laughed louder. "She worries too much too." he said, more seriously. "Sometimes I worry about her..." he frowned a little. "She's always there for those she cares about... and she's a good friend." He paused, motionless, his hands on her back. She didn't mind.

"... It sounds like she's a wonderful pony." Trixie said softly.

"Yeah. Yeah she is." Spike agreed, introspectively. "I guess it just took me a while to realize it."

"Trixie thinks that makes two of us." she said. "Is she... does she have a special somepony?"

"No." he answered. "I don't think the thought of even looking for one had even occurred to her."

"Maybe she just hasn't met the right pony." Trixie offered, "Or she's saving herself for somepony... special?" Trixie said, running her hoof down her own neck.

"Yeah... maybe." Spike said, noncommittally. Trixie wiggled beneath his hands, reminding him to resume her massage. He continued around her hips and lower back.

"Mmm Spike, all this talk of Twilight has gotten Trixie... worked up." she said, her voice dropping into a sultry, lower octave, "Do see about relieving her... itch." She said with a wry smirk, flagging her tail. With her tail raised, the scent of her arousal was obvious to him. It was clear what was wanted of him at that point.

He patiently ran his hand over her snatch, much to her audible approval. He began by rubbing her mound softly. Then he started rubbing a finger into her slit. Taking his time with each step, building her arousal. She moaned into her pillow. It seemed the key to quieting the mare was by occupying her 'lips'.

Good job Spike. The wittiest thing you've ever come up with and nopony will ever hear it, he complained to himself.

He kept working her pussy with his fingers. He knelt down and began licking her folds as well, licking up and down. Her warm wetness tasted faintly of soap? Yes, most definitely soap. She would be so full of herself to spend extra time cleaning that he figured! He began working a couple fingers into her vagina as he continued licking around her clit. He spread her open a bit, licking inside her with his long tongue. She tasted more like... a summer's eve. Wow, she really IS thorough.

He began to slid another finger inside when Trixie realized the direction he was headed in. "Hmm, Spike, Trixie does not desire a hoofing... er, fisting, today. Please use number seven instead." she ordered. Spike was confused. "You really are new aren't you." She motioned to the bench for the steam area. "In the cabinet under the seat." She watched as he opened the small door labeled 'maintenance'. Inside was several shelves with a variety of 'toys'. Each was clearly labeled with a number.

Number seven was a rubber stallion phallus. There wasn't anything particularly special about it. It was neither the largest or smallest one in the cabinet. It had no unusual qualities about it at all. No extravagant ridges or stimulating bumps. Everything about it was completely average.

And purple.

Although, when held by Spike's relatively short stature, it resembled more a misshapen baseball bat as long as his arm. He gave it a playful swing as such. Trixie watched with a combination of amusement and anticipating desire, giggling slightly. She gained his attention once more and wiggled her hips at him.

Spike brought the dildo to her wet pussy and ran its tip along her slit, soaking it in her lubricant. Once it was sufficiently wet, he pressed into her, her tightness resisting the flared tip. With a little adjusting and twisting, he began to work it inside her pussy. He made small motions at first. Each time getting a little more of it inside her. Each time getting a little more of her slick juices on its length. For her part, Trixie absolutely loved it. She loved looking in the mirror and watch the purple length sink deeper into her wanton cunny. She would squint and imagine it was her crush mounting her. The idea and the feeling drove her wild. And it drove her to return here whenever she could afford it.

Soon it reached the bottom of her depths, with barely and inch left over. Spike began to work the toy in and out of her in long, broad strokes, nearly removing the entire length before plunging back in to the bottom. It was quite the workout for him, as though he were churning butter. Although he was certainly going to make this mare cream!

Trixie writhed under the thrusts. "Gnn, Nhh, Hnn! Mmm faster!" she begged. Spike increased his speed, surprised that she had lasted this long. She bucked back against his thrusts. He tried to use his free hand to play with her clit. Her eyes clenched, her eyebrows furrowed. "Nggg! I'm so close... but... but it's not working!" She whined, surprising Spike. "Wait, let me try something." He stopped plowing the toy into her as her horn began to glow. She lobbed the spell at him, before he had time to react.

Spike felt his body tingle. His blood rushed to his... oh. Oh my. Spike felt himself become immediately aroused. His genitalia protruded from his scales. Trixie looked at her handiwork, a bit disappointed. He saw her reaction as he slowly pulled the toy from her, waving it at her. "Yeah, it ain't this, but it's all I got." He said unashamed.

"No, Trixie did not mean to... just, wait a moment." her horn glowed again, hitting him with another spell. The flash caused him to close his eyes tightly. When he opened them he was... taller. He reached a hoof up to scratch his head-

"GAAAHHH! I have hooves! I'm... I'm a pony!!!" Spike freaked out.

Trixie tried to calm him, "You're a stallion. It's only temporary. You'll be back to your normal self in a little bit."

"But I thought you weren't any good at real magic!" Spike said abruptly.

"Trixie will pretend she did not hear that." she said, a bit miffed. "After seeing the fate of Nightmare Moon, Discord and Chrysalis, Trixie felt it was wise to NOT reveal the true extent of her power publicly." she said matter-of-factly. "Now there's just one last thing." She looked under him. "Well it seems the transformation was not entirely complete." Spike lowered his head between his arms- er forelegs now, following her gaze. Sure enough he still had two penises, but now they were each a stallion's. Small for stallion's, but still much larger than what he was normally packing. He could get used to this. He moved behind her to mount her.

"Um, Trixie is unsure if she wants this. Trixie has never tried... anal." she said as though the last word left a bad taste.

"Oh, I have. It's great!" Spike said. She looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "UH, I mean, I've given it. To a mare. She seemed to enjoy it immensely."

"Um.. are you sure? Trixie is still a little... scared. Those are not small." she almost whimpered.

"I'll be gentle." he said, though secretly he began to think he was going to enjoy giving it to the arrogant unicorn in her tight ass. She looked back at his menacing cocks pointed at her unsuspecting bottom. Finally she nodded and grabbed her pillow, holding on for the ride.

As with Rarity, he worked one into her pussy first, getting it good and wet, while letting the other slide outside of her, along her slit. His veiny ridges slid along her clit, stimulating her back to her former heights of arousal, assuaging her of her previous fears. "You are right, Trixie does enjoy this." she said, smiling.

"Oh, you just wait." Spike said, thrusting harder.

"Oh, that won't do..." Trixie said, her magic coming alight once more.

"What? What did I do wrong." he asked.

"Shhh..." was all she said before hitting him with another spell. Spike paused all motion. He looked at himself. Nothing was different. He was still a big, purple stallion... with two dicks.

"What did you change?" Spike gasped, covering his mouth with a hoof as he heard Twilight's voice. Twilight's voice from his mouth.

"Ahh, much better." Trixie said, satisfied with her work. "Now continue rutting Trixie, 'Twilight', and tell her how great Trixie is while you're at it!"

He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head. He continued thrusting, ensuring he was nice and lubricated. "Oh, Trixie! You're so great and powerful!" he said, still in Twilight's voice.

"Hmmm! She is!" she moaned.

"So talented and magical!" he continued, sliding his wet dick from her pussy, trying his best to align them both with their targets without the aide of his hands or being able to see what he was doing. "Er, Trixie, I need, um I mean, Twilight needs your help... getting into your great and powerful sexiness" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could. If the whole masseur thing fell through, he should become a professional actor, he thought.

"Hmm, the Great and Powerful Trixie will help poor Twilight make her magic wands... disappear." she said as she took hold of his members with her magic, which felt great by itself. He pushed forward with his hips as she guided him to her holes. His top one met with resistance at her tight plot hole. He pushed around at it until it was thoroughly slick with her juices on his dick. He applied more pressure as she slowly relaxed, allowing him entry. "Mm, gnn, gnn, gnmm." she whimpered into her pillow. It felt like he was splitting her in half! He was ripping her open! She wanted to scream. Then, with a pop, his flared head slipped inside her tight o-ring. He waited a moment for her to adjust to him in her.

His other cock was also already partly inside her pussy. The double tightness was amazing for him. Being inside Rarity was great, but his small pricks did not enjoy the snugness he felt now! This was just.. just the tops! He wanted so much to just start jack-hammering away, but he waited for her. Beneath him she nodded for him to proceed. He pushed forward, sliding another inch inside each of her orifices. She felt the stinging burn in her ass, but it was not as severe as before. She slipped a hoof between her hind legs and furiously began to clop herself, ravaging her clit. The pain melted away into a heightened pleasure.

Spike gradually, slowly, but surely pressed on. Trixie had never felt such fullness. Both her front and back doors stretched to their limits! Spike didn't halt his progress. He just kept pushing, slowly. Painfully slowly. Until finally he felt his legs against the back of hers and their hips met. "OOhhh!" Trixie moaned loudly into her pillow.

Spike took up his act once more, "Oh Trixie, you feel so hot and tight around me! You're so hot and sexy! Do my cocks feel good in you?"

"Mare-cocks." Trixie corrected through her haze of bliss.

"What?" Spike asked in a confused Twilight voice.

"You have magic mare-cocks that the Great and Powerful Trixie gave you, 'Twilight'." she said, her face still mostly buried in the pillow.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh Trixie! You're so great and powerful to have given me these magic mare-cocks to fuck you with!"

"With which to fuck me." Trixie corrected. Spike looked at her, puzzled. She turned and looked at him, "You can't end a sentence with the preposition, 'with'. It's 'with which to fuck you'. Gosh, Twilight I thought you were smart." She said smugly.

'For pony's sake, this mare would correct the grammatical errors on somepony's suicide letter.' he thought.
"You know what, Trixie? Fuck you!" he said, the swear sounding strange in Twilight's feminine voice.

"Yes! Fuck me, Twilight! I've been bad!" Trixie growled.

Spike withdrew his hips from her, before sliding back in, ensuring she was well lubed. In no time, he was pounding away at her powder blue hips, his own slapping against hers, turning them bright red. He never would have taken Trixie for having a submissive streak. But then he never would have taken himself for having a dominating side. But hey, as Pinkie Pie always said, 'Shit happen when you party naked.'

He continued to rut her, driving his length into the unicorn. He pulled back, his shaft glistening with her wetness, then rammed forward again. The sounds of sex filled the room. Trixie was quickly losing herself in pleasure as she spread her legs further apart. Her breathing was becoming more shallow with each stroke of the rods inside her. She’d been awaiting this moment for so long, but she had never expected today's appointment would be this good. Her world slipped into ecstatic bliss.

“Ooh, oh, oooh...” Trixie cooed under Spike’s thrusts. His scrotum striking her clit with wet slaps. The smell of his sweat and her musk filled the air. The pleasure was mounting quickly in her. “Uh, Ah, AH, YEAH!” she cried as her body contorted in orgasm. Her belly shook, and she tossed her head from side to side as the intense sensations rolled over her. The feeling in her loins amplified as her tender ass and pussy bared down on his pounding cocks, gripping them. It was a test of Spike’s stamina as he resolved to thrust harder through her climax. But he couldn't take it any longer.

“Ungh! Uh, UH! Oooh Twilight!” Trixie whimpered, impaled on his cocks as he began sending burst after burst of hot semen into her belly. Deep inside her pussy, Spike’s cock was pressed against her cervix firing blasts of his seed into her womb. The pressure in her belly mounted as he pumped what felt like gallons of seed into her depths. With a one last thrust, he slammed into her. The unicorn gasped as semen flooded around his cock and came rushing out of her, splashing onto the floor. Each of them panting from exhaustion.

Then, unexpectedly, the spell broke, and Spike shrank back to his normal form, nearly falling off Trixie's back. He slid himself off her rump a bit more controlled, his once-again-small dicks slipping from her cum filled bottom. For his part, he didn't feel as tired as he expected. Perhaps it was part of the spell, he reasoned. He cleaned 'number seven' and put it away. By the time he'd finished cleaning the floor Trixie had recovered was back on her hooves.

"Spike, that was just, wow! Trixie is very pleased!" she said, heading for the room's exit. "Trixie will recommend your... 'massage' services to everypony she meets!" She grinned widely.

He walked her to the spa's exit, before she continued on her way out into the evening, limping her way back to her caravan with a silly grin on her face.

Lotus walked up beside Spike. "It seems Miss Trixie is one hundred percent satisfied!" she smiled, handing him his commission percentage. Spike opened the pouch. It was more bits than he had ever had at any one time in his life. After ONE client!

Aloe began closing up the shop. "Miss Trixie was our last client of the day Mister Spike." she said, pulling the blinds. "Come back in two days after we adjust our work schedule for to begin your regular shift."

"Oh, okay." Spike said, a little disappointed. He had hoped to keep making lots of bits, but at this pay rate, he could wait. "Goodnight ladies!"

"Goodnight Mister Spike!" the spa twins said in unison.
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Spike walked into the Library. The sun had just set, leaving it dimly lit inside. Nopony had turned on any lights yet. Except for a dim light coming from upstairs. Spike walked upstairs to Twilight's study, pushing the door open. Inside, Twilight sat at her desk, reading.

"Uh, hey Twilight!" he said. She didn't move.

"Hello Spike." she answered flatly.

"Um, sorry I was out so late. I uh-" Spike tried.

"Yes. Rarity told me. You got a new job. Congratulations." she answered for him.

"Yeah! Look at all the money I made!" Spike said excitedly, holding the pouch of bits up. Twilight moved for the first time, barely turning her head just enough to eye the pouch in her peripheral.

"That's nice." was all she said before turning back to her book. Spike was worried now. He thought she would be excited for him.

"Twilight. Um, I'm sorry about this morning. The whole thing with Applejack and... well, for snapping at you. You treat me really well and I took you for granted. I shouldn't have said those things and I'm just sorry." He apologized.

Twilight closed her book, and turned to him a little, but still not facing him. "It's okay, really. I forgive you. I- no, there's nothing to forgive. You were right, you're not a baby. And I was wrong to keep thinking of you like that." *sniff*

"Twilight?" Spike asked, moving closer, "Twilight are you okay? Have you been crying?"

"Ha, ah, no. I'm fine. It's just dust. allergies and... stuff." She answered. *sniff*

"Twilight, come on. I could always tell when you were lying because you were never any good at it." he said, "Now tell me what's wrong." She looked at him directly now. Her eyes were puffy and red.

"I- I just... I always knew that one day you were going to be grown up. But the years have just gone by so quickly. And I always thought to myself, 'Not today. He can grow up later, but not today'..."
She looked at some indistinct point on the floor.
"But you have grown up. I was just too blind to see it." she whimpered. "And now off you go on your own life, leaving me behind."

"Hey, I'm still here." Spike reminded her.

"Yeah but... part of you, a big part of you is gone forever." she said sadly. He sat down in front of her mirror, looking at himself. She looked at him in the mirror from over his shoulder

"You're not the baby dragon I knew ten years ago." she said, putting her hoof on his shoulder.

He put his hand on her hoof, "It's not the years... it's the mileage."

"It's just that... seeing you this morning... with Applejack like that..." Spike blushed, remembering. "It was kind of a wake up call that you had grown up. You're not a baby dragon anymore. And I just always thought that... when the day came that..."

"That what?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

"I just thought that..." she took a deep breath, "that I'd be brave enough to be in Applejack's position." she said, covering her face with her hooves. "That I'd be your first."

Spike felt like he needed a drink. A very adult drink.

"Twilight... I, I just... I don't-" Spike tried.

"I know you don't feel the same way about me. Of course you don't. How could you. I'm practically your sister. Your mother even. I've raised you since the day you hatched. I know I shouldn't have these feelings toward you." Twilight cried. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just feeling possessive after seeing you with Applejack like that and its all weird now." she kept rambling. Spike tried to keep up. "You must think I'm so weird. You must hate me."

"Hey! I don't hate you. Yes, you are weird. But you've always been a little weird. And that's never stopped me from loving you. So stop feeling bad about that right now." Spike said, sounding very adult. He turned and hugged her.

Twilight hugged him back. She just held him like that for a few minutes, almost afraid to let him go. "You've grown so much."

Spike let go first, followed by Twilight after another moment. He looked at her tired face. "Come on, Twi. Let's call it an early night."
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The next day passed uneventfully. Spike mostly stayed in the library since he didn't have any errands to run. Twilight seemed to be back in regular spirits as well. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. The day after, Twilight kept herself fairly scarce. Always off doing something elsewhere. Not necessarily avoiding Spike per se. Just... always finding a reason to be elsewhere.
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Two days had passed. It was time for Spike to go to his new job for his first full shift. He got up early on his own to get ready. Twilight knew he would be going to work at the spa today. He had hoped she would be here to see him off. But she was nowhere to be found in the library. That was strange. But perhaps it was just her 'being scarce' again today. He couldn't let it get to him. He had a high-paying job to do.

He took the back road to the spa to get to the employee entrance. He walked in and went to the employee lounge. He opened his locked and got his white collar and headband. Once he was dressed the part he headed out front. When he got there, Aloe and Lotus were scurrying around in a panic. Aloe spotted him.

"OH Mister Spike! Thank goodness you are finally here!" she cried.

"I'm like, twenty minutes early." he said, looking at the spa's wall clock.

Aloe took him by his hand with her hoof, pulling him to the front door, "I hope you had a good night's rest Mister Spike." She pushed open the front door.

Spike was in utter. catatonic. shock.

"It's the same answer from everypony," she explained, "they heard about it from somepony who heard it from somepony who heard about you from Miss Trixie!"

Aloe standing right behind him kept him from fainting.

"Mister Spike?"

utter. shock.
It wasn't from the line of ponies. The line that went down to the end of the street and around the corner.
It wasn't the large bags of bits that everypony was holding.
It wasn't the fact that some of them were stallions. (Though that didn't help either.)
It wasn't that he was sure he could see one of the Princesses in the line.
It was one thing,
one pony,
at the very front of the line,
with the biggest bag of bits,
.
.
.
It was Twilight.