Spike's Crusade

Crusade: Verb - To lead or take part in a campaign concerning a social, political, or religious issue.

One could almost say it was another normal day in Ponyville.

Almost.

For Spike, this day was extraordinary. This day was special. This day was going to be the day he finally confessed his love for Rarity! The dragon seemed completely oblivious to this outrageously unoriginal plot device as he smiled goofily.

“Ahhh, Rarity,” he purred to himself, “Soon we'll be together!”

Spike found himself daydreaming about that beautiful, white mare - her flawless mane, her deep, blue eyes, and her enchanting smile - Spike positively squealed at his sudden surge of courage. He could imagine it now: walking smoothly up to that perfect mare, kneeling down to kiss her hoof delicately, and whisper softly in her ear, “My fair lady. You are so beautiful that the sun and moon pale in comparison. Not even Celestia-”

“Spike!”

“Wha-” Spike gasped, jumping out of his daydream, “Huh?”

“Spike,” Twilight chuckled, “You don’t need to think those thoughts aloud, you know.”

Spike couldn’t help but blush, “But I’m practicing to confess my love to Rarity,” the dragon complained.

“Well, save it for another day; we’ve got a library to clean.” The unicorn commanded.

Spike glanced around the immaculate library, “Er, clean what, exactly?”

“Books!” Twilight insisted, “Lots and lots of books!” she cackled madly as she used her telekinesis to drag every single book off the wall. A thousand thickly bound tomes thundered to the floor, and Spike gritted his teeth as a miniature earthquake shuddered through him, rattling his entire body.

“Aw, c’mon, Twilight,” the dragon whimpered quietly, “I was going to see Rarity today!”

Spike was sure he’d never seen anypony swivel round as fast as Twilight did now.

“See Rarity?” she gasped, “No, no, no, not today. We’ve got lots of work to do, and Rarity’s very busy!”

Spike shrugged, “I’m sure she won’t mind if I go over to help.”

Twilight chuckled forcefully, “Heh heh, no, you see Rarity’s actually sick, Spike. She just told me! Isn’t that convenient? Heh heh, guess you can’t see her.”

Spike raised his eyebrow suspiciously, “You’re sure?”

Twilight nodded her head vigorously in response.

Spike elicited an exasperated sigh before picking up the nearest book, “Fine, let’s get this over with,” he said with a scowl, “The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go Sugarcube Corner. I’m dying for another one of those cupcakes with gems in that Mrs. Cake keeps experimenting with.” the dragon licked his lips in anticipation as his mind wandered.

“Sugarcube Corner!?” Twilight yelped, “No! We can’t go there; we can’t go anywhere today. Sorry, Spike. It’s too hot... and Princess Celestia warned us the sun could burn us and give us.... sunburn... so, we all have to stay inside!”

Spike frowned, “Twilight, are you feeling okay?” For the first time that morning, Spike noticed how nervous the librarian was. She was constantly shuffling uncomfortably and glancing uneasily at the stairs. “Twilight...” he said slowly, “Why’re all the windows closed?”

The unicorn stiffened and inhaled sharply, “Because of the sunlight.” she breathed as she frantically fidgeted with her hooves. Once again Spike noticed the way Twilight adjusted her position on the chair. She looked like that time she had received the new Daring Do novel and was desperate to read it the moment she could get her hooves on it.

“There’s a heat wave going on?” Spike asked.

“Heat!” Twilight yelped, “Who said anything about heat? I didn’t!” she squealed quickly.

Spike shrugged and picked up the first book, “So, why can’t we go outside?”

By now, Twilight looked like she’d reached her limit, “Sunlight! Burning! Don’t go outside!” she yelped in quick succession, “I’ll be right back!”

Spike watched in awe as his guardian dashed upstairs at a Sonic Rainboom speed. He shook his head and glanced back at the mess.

Maybe she needed to go to the bathroom really badly?

Spike felt his eyebrow twitch in confusion. After a very short internal debate, his curiosity got the better of him. Twilight was known to be prone to... ridiculous obsessions, to say the least, but even that was unusual for her. The dragon decided that he was going to try and discover what his guardian could be up to.

Walking over to them Spike glanced uneasily up the stairs, arcing his neck to listen for any sounds. Only silence met his ears, however. Attempting to duplicate the stealth of Pinkie Pie, Spike crept silently up the stairs. He’d lived in this library for a long time now, and Spike knew exactly which steps creaked. Carefully, he placed each claw onto each step in just the right place and ascended to the upper floor corridor without making disturbing a single floor board.

Once again he turned his head to listen for any noises. This time he heard something: mutterings coming from the bedroom. Questions bombarded his head.

Does Twilight have somepony over? Is she reading something out loud? Is she just talking to herself?

His mind flashed back to the time Twilight’s sanity had boiled down to enchanting her favorite doll with a ‘Want It, Need It’ charm in order to make a friendship problem. Surely Twilight couldn’t be having a similar problem now, could she?

Trying his best not to even breath, Spike edged over to the bedroom, stopping next to the closed door and pressing his ear to the wooden frame.

The first thing Spike could hear was heavy breathing.

Huh? She went upstairs in a rush to... exercise?

Spike wasn’t sure which was stronger: his bemusement or his amusement. Exercise was almost unheard of from the avid bookworm. The Running of the Leaves event had more than just Rainbow Dash and Applejack with dropped jaws-

Spike’s eyes widened, and he pressed his ear more firmly to the door. Had he just heard what he thought he’d just heard? The sounds of gasping and moaning came from within the room. Spike felt his stomach lurch.

Is she in pain?

Only through sheer willpower did Spike manage to refrain from opening the door and running head first to face whatever monster was traumatizing Twilight.

But something was strange. Twilight didn’t sound like she was in pain, and yet it didn’t sound like anything else Spike had ever heard.

She sounded almost frustrated.

“Dammit!” she cursed under her breath, startling the dragon. “Why can’t they just make a spell for this already? Stupid hooves.”

Twilight ceased complaining and moaned even louder, and Spike wrinkled his nose.

Wait.

He paused and wrinkled his nose again.

What’s that smell?

A sickly sweet smell met Spike’s nostrils. It was thick and strangely pleasant. Spike struggled to define any sense in what was going on. Twilight clearly wasn’t in pain, but it sounded like she needed a spell to solve the problem.

That’s it!

Spike forced himself not to cheer. It was so obvious; all he had to do was find the spell Twilight was talking about, and he could help her!

He paused.

What is the spell Twilight wants? And what does she mean by ‘make’ a spell? Does she mean it doesn’t exist yet?

Spike gulped at the prospect of searching through the high level spellbooks downstairs. His internal discord continued for several minutes, and Twilight continued to grunt on the other side of the door.

“It’s just not enough!” Twilight groaned in frustration, “Seriously! How does everypony else manage this!?” she complained. “Maybe I could try inviting Big Macintosh or Caramel around? Oh, but what can I do about Spike? I can’t let him leave the library.” she began whining. “Why does it have to be so darn annoying?”

Spike stiffened at the mention of his name, and he began to grow suspicious of Twilight’s excuses.

Suddenly, Twilight moaned loudly once, and then silence befell the room. Spike realized the door was primed to slam into his face should Twilight decide to open it. He cringed away, backing slowly down the stairs. Whatever Twilight had been up to, it sounded like she’d finished.

Spike didn’t feel relieved as he tiptoed half way down the stairs. Instead he just felt confused, and maybe slightly concerned. Just slightly.

“Oh, I can’t let Spike see me like this!” Twilight’s voice carried down the stairs. The dragon instantly froze on the spot. The unicorn continued to mumble to herself.

Ice ran down his neck as the door opened, and he heard Twilight scan the corridor for signs of her number one assistant. The breath caught in his throat. Fortunately the stairs hid him from view, and Twilight proceeded to the next room, muttering as she went.

“Stupid mess, now I’ve got to clean this up. And probably wash those sheets too. There’s no way I could ask Spike...”

The unicorns voice faded away, much to Spike’s relief. After another moment’s hesitation the door to the bathroom closed, and Spike walked slowly down the stairs.

A thousand questions bombarded his head, and not one of them had been answered. If anything, more questions had decided to join the siege.

Groaning, the dragon collapsed next to the huge mountain of literature. Nothing made sense, but there was one thing he could be sure of.

Twilight wasn’t telling the truth about going outside.

Renewed with this new resolve, Spike once again scanned his eyes over the pile of books. The scowl from earlier reignited on his face as he grudgingly began picking up each book and organizing them into orderly piles, and then stacking them in their rightful places on the shelves.

“I’m so bored!” Spike complained as he bounced a ball against the wall and caught the rebound, only to repeat the mind-numbing process.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Spike,” Twilight reasoned, “Look at all the wonderful books we have in here to read!”

“It’d be great if I hadn’t already read most of them,” Spike muttered under his breath as he glanced at the clock. It had only just turned eleven in the morning, but Spike felt like he’d been trapped on this desert island for weeks. Already he could feel a stubble growing!

Subconsciously Spike ran a claw over his chin, only to be disappointed by the silky smooth scales underneath his jaw.

He sighed, “Hey, if it’s so hot outside, why isn’t the library burning down?” he asked quizzically.

Twilight stiffened, “I, er, cast a magic spell. Over the house, that is, so we’re safe in here, but we can’t go outside.”

“What about everypony else?” Spike pressed for more, hoping to extract some information about earlier.

“Same spell.” she growled, “I need to get back my book; I’ve just got to the good part!”

Spike groaned and slammed his head against the wall melodramatically, “But I’m so bored!” he complained, “I’m gonna head upstairs and see what games we’ve got.”

Twilight didn’t even respond, and the young drake elicited another groan as he ascended the staircase.

Spike wasn’t sure how Twilight managed to not be bored out of her mind sitting in a tree house all day. Spike certainly was. If only he could escape, he’d go see Rarity. There could be no doubt that Twilight had lied when she said that mare was ill, or that Equestria was under attack by some apocalyptic heat wave.

Sighing, he entered the bedroom. To his surprise the window was open, and the sweet, summer breeze washed over him, beckoning him outside. Spike gazed longingly at the window, drooled over the brilliant sunlight pouring in, and lusted for the promise of entertainment that was sure to be found through the enchanting portal.

Spike only took one glance down the stairs before he made up his mind and dived through the open window and crawled as quietly as he could through the canopy. Branch by branch, the dragon descended.

One more!

Spike breathed a huge sigh of relief as his claws touched safe, solid ground. The relief vanished, however, when he looked up and saw the state that Ponyville was in.

It was a complete ghost town.

Was there some sort of special event going on that he didn’t know about? Maybe Twilight was right? Maybe there was some sort of apocalypse, which meant everypony had to stay inside?

Nah.

Spike shook the ridiculous notions away with a wave of his claw and focused on more probable justifications for the bizarre situation at hoof.

Rarity was bound to be in her shop, and that was on the other side of the marketplace. Perhaps somepony there could explain what was going on?

Humming softly, Spike began to walk through Ponyville. The sun was pleasantly warm, and most certainly not burning him. Celestia had certainly outdone herself, but it was a shame everypony was missing out. Still, it sure was a little creepy seeing the roads as empty as they were, and Spike kept to the edge of them. You know, just in case there were any zombponies about. One can never be too careful, right?

Turning a corner, Spike sighed again, realizing the original reason he had decided to head to see Rarity. Once more he began to daydream about his imminent confession to that beautiful mare. Spike felt himself blush as he walked along the roads. Today was most certainly going to be a good day!

“Darn it!” a familiar voice interrupted him from his thoughts, “Ah’m not going to be able to sell anythin’, today! Ah think ah’m gonna need ta go home an’ throw mahself in a tub of cold water to stop this stupid heat.”

“Applejack?” Spike shouted suddenly, searching for the source of the voice.

He found the mare in question closing up her apple stand. He was maybe just a little relieved that somepony else was alive, which meant that Twilight’s doomsday prediction and the zombponies had to be wrong. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he ran over to the orange mare, however he noticed that the mare looked uncomfortably hot and was sweating profusely. She had been using her stetson to fan her face, but upon hearing his voice, she promptly placed it back upon her head.

“Huh?” Applejack said, searching for Spike, “Somepony there? Ah’ve got some apples for sale if ya be wantin’ any?” Her eyes widened when they found Spike. “Spike? What the hay are you doin’ out today? Does Twilight know ‘bout you bein’ here?” The mare’s eyes proceeded to dart frantically about the desolate marketplace.

“Hey, Applejack,” the dragon chirped, “Why’re are you closing up so early today?” he asked, avoiding the questioning.

“W-what are ya doin’ here, sugarcube?” she stammered.

“Oh, I’m just passing by. I’m on my way to see Rarity to... er... talk.”

“Yer goin’ ta see Rarity?” she asked with a frown, “As in, like, now?”

Spike nodded in response.

“Er, does Twilight know yer out here?” Applejack asked again.

“Applejack,” Spike said seriously, “Can you tell me what’s going on today? First I wake up this morning to Twilight shutting all the windows and doors in the library, and then she told me we couldn’t go outside because of a heat wave-”

“Heat!?” Applejack gasped, “Who said anything ‘bout some heat? Twilight didn’t tell y’all ‘bout that or nuthin’, did she?”

“You too?” Spike scowled in frustration, “You know what? Forget it. I’m gonna go ask somepony else. Even Pinkie Pie would make more sense than you or Twilight.”

“No! No!! Do not go see Pinkie Pie, whatever you do!” Applejack shouted, “She’s thelast pony you want ta be seein’ right now,” before muttering to herself, “Probably the last pony you’d ever see, if you did.”

“Pinkie Pie? Why? What’s wrong with Pinkie Pie? What’s wrong with Ponyville?” Spike demanded.

“Listen, Sugarcube, jus’ promise me you won’t try goin’ ta Sugarcube Corner today, ‘kay?” she insisted, glancing around warily as if the pink mare could be hiding in every shadow.

“Uh-huh.” Spike groaned, “Fine. But what do you expect me to do if I can’t go and see anypony?”

“Well you can always come back ta Sweet Apple Acres an’ help us Apples move the apples inta one o’ the barns. We still gotta move those apples, even during this-” Applejack paused, “Er, summer heat wave.”

A drop of sweat rolled down Applejack’s forehead, and Spike could tell a lie when it left the Element of Honesty’s mouth. However he wasn’t really sure what was going on, and here was the only pony alive he’d seen all day. If he was going to get answers, it was with Applejack.

“Sure.” Spike replied, “That’s what friends do, right?.”

Applejack chuckled heartily, “Seems you remembered. Thanks, Spike.”

With that the mare turned and began walking in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres, and, after a moment’s hesitation, the dragon followed after her, eagerly attempting to engage in conversation to gain answers.

Oh, sweet Celestia, ah swear this dragon has more than one mouth on him!

Applejack was doing her best to maintain the small talk without telling Spike the real issue. How could she tell him the real issue? Had Twilight ever even told him that mares go in heat each summer? Judging by the oblivious look on his face when she brushed the topic, the answer seemed obvious.

Applejack forced a growl back down her throat. Despite her best efforts she was struggling to maintain her composure, and she frequently had to pause to catch her breath. And, of course, her friend was concerned. Slowly she could feel her mental walls wearing down.

“Ah’m jus’ a ‘lil hot, Spike, don’t you worry none. Guess ah could be comin’ down with a fever?” Applejack cursed inwardly as her lie came out as more of a question. Spike didn’t seem too relieved by her answer.

“Well, if you’re ill you can just lie down, and I’ll sort out the apples for you?” Spike asked, and Applejack felt her smile twist as thoughts of her lying down with Spike flashed through her mind.

Darn it, Applejack. Control yourself!

“Heh, naw, ah’m sure ah’ll be fine for a little while longer.” Applejack grinned forcefully, “Those apples aren’t gonna be movin’ themselves.”

A wave of relief washed over Applejack as they finally arrived at the barn’s front gates, signalling the perfect opportunity for the conversation to end. Applejack’s flank crashed to the ground as she stopped to catch her breath. which twitched Spike’s curiosity even more.

Spike wrinkled his nose in suspicion, “Er, do you want me to open the gate for you?”

“Please...” she breathed, “If you would, kindly, sugarcube.”

Applejack focused her gaze on the little, purple dragon as he walked to the gate and effortlessly pried it open.

He’s stronger than he looks.

.

Applejack frowned and tried to shake the thoughts away..

He’s so cute like that. Maybe he could-

Mentally, Applejack slapped herself.

No way are you thinkin’ those things, girl! That’s Spike you be talkin ‘bout!

Applejack rose from the ground as she once again ignored her thoughts, “Thanks Spike,” she said warmly, “Ah think ah’m gonna lie down though. Ah just need... ah just need ta lie down.”

“Oh, no problem. Where are those apples you wanted moving?”

Applejack felt ice cold water run down her neck as she walked through the doors to the barn and saw the apple baskets neatly stacked to one side. Internally she cursed Big Macintosh for being so kind and hardworking. The stallion grew ever more diligent at this time of the year. He really didn’t like all the extra attention he got from the mares.

“Er, ah guess Big Mac already moved them. B-but ah’m sure there’s somethin’ else you could do.”

“Sure, that’s what friends do!” Spike echoed.

Applejack frowned as she realized she didn’t have anything for him to do. But there was no way she was letting him go back to Ponyville on his own. Hopefully she could keep the dragon occupied until Twilight came over looking for him.

“Tell you what, ah think ah’ll probably have a bath.” Applejack said suddenly, “A good ol’ cold bath!”

It’s probably the only thing ah can do now.

“While ah do the bath,” she continued, “You can-”

“So, let me guess!” Spike interrupted, jumping on the spot in excitement, “You need me to get your bath ready?”

Applejack bit her own tongue.

Oh, Princess, please help me.

“Spike,” Applejack chuckled forcefully, “You don’t really need ta help me. Ah’m sure ah can fare pretty well by mahself.”

“It’s no problem, really. Just wait right there!” Spike called as he rushed off to find a tub. Applejack didn’t even have time to try and stop him before the dragon had disappeared outside the barn.

Applejack sighed. He’d probably end up flooding their bathroom. She groaned as she forced herself to her hooves. She didn’t want another catastrophe like the last time Spike had helped out on the farm. She started walking towards the door, feeling her heat grow that little bit more unbearable.

Ah swear ah’m gonna start rubbin’ ‘gainst trees soon!

To her surprise, Spike came rushing back from the house with a large metal basin over one shoulder and three buckets of water balanced on the other. Applejack wasn’t sure if this was a feat to rival Pinkie Pie or not.

“Okay, I think that’s everything. You look really hot so I just grabbed cold water. Although I don’t know why you look hot; it’s a nice, calm day outside and I’m glad I’m not in a cold bath. But hopefully you’ll like it.” Spike said, beaming.

He even has a mouth to match Pinkie’s.

Applejack continued to stare as the dragon placed the basin in front of her, and emptied the three buckets into the large container. It filled up a little under half way.

“Huh. I thought three would be enough.” Spike said with a frown, “I’ll grab three more, don’t worry!” He said, before once again dancing off out of the barn. Applejack once again tried to protest but Spike had already vanished again. Her gaze fell upon the basin in front of her. She felt better just looking at the bath full of crystalline water. The offer was too good to pass; she’d been waiting for a bath all day. Now was her chance.

Trotting over to the basin, Applejack removing her loyal stetson from her head, placing it gently on the ground. She dipped her hoof into the water.

The cool, refreshing water consumed her leg, and Applejack plunged the rest of her body into the basin. The cold water nipped at her skin, but she didn’t care. Already she could feel her sanity returning to her.

“Got three more.” Spike said as he walked through the door with three buckets in his arms. The dragon walked over and poured the contents into the bath, filling it right the way to the top. The rejuvenating water completely soaked Applejack’s body, right the way up to her neck.

Spike picked her hat from the wooden floor and perched it on top of one of the apple baskets, “You don’t want your stetson wet, right?” He said.

Ah don’t think ah’d mind gettin’ a little wet...

Applejack shifted uncomfortably as she tried to ignore her thoughts and focus instead on enjoying the bath. She stopped and frowned, however, as she realized she’d left her hair ties in. Flicking her long mane over one shoulder, she gently gripped the red string between her teeth and delicately undid it, plucking it out of her hair.

Spike rushed over to relieve the mare of her hair ties, but was taken aback by her mane. It was indeed a rarity to see Applejack with her hair down. Now, the golden yarns fell down both of her shoulders, giving the mare a very different persona. The dragon snapped back into attention as she pulled the string from her tail and handed it to him. The blonde strands swayed in the water.

“I’ll go take care of everything else for you.” Spike chirped.

The orange mare watched as Spike placed her hair ties with her stetson and walked out of the barn. She sighed. She was sure Spike couldn’t cause too much trouble here at Sweet Apple Acres, and hopefully he wouldn’t see every mare in town struck down by the Summer Fever.

The orange pony chuckled, wiping away a bead of sweat that was rolling down between her eyes. The water was icy cold, so it was difficult to relax, and it still she felt like she was on fire. The burning sensation showed no signs of abating as the chilling water enveloped her body. She shifted uncomfortably.

Applejack slowly opened one eye and looked around for any sign of the purple dragon.

He’ll probably be a while, and ah don’t know much more of this ah can take...

After a second cursory glance around the barn she let out a sigh of relief as it was confirmed that Spike had indeed left the barn. He certainly didn’t need to see what she was about to do. Despite the voice in her head that was yelling at her, she carefully and slowly brought her hoof between her thighs.

There.

Applejack gasped as her foreleg made contact. It was as if an electric shock had run up her legs, and, despite the impossibility, the burning sensation grew ever more intense. The water did little to douse the unbearable heat. The orange pony felt helpless as it rushed around her body like a drug, washing away all common sense and reason. She didn’t care that Spike could return at any moment; the sensation was simply too much to bear.

Delicately, as if she was trying to stroke the petals of a flower, Applejack began to rub her soft hoof against her clit. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but she couldn’t help herself as she moaned loudly. She’d been wet all day, but now she could feel her swollen clit getting soaked in her own juices as she ran her hoof over her it.

The heat, however, only seemed to increase, and it showed no signs of backing down as Applejack continued to pleasure herself. The mare gritted her teeth as she began to rub harder, scrubbing the folds of skin, and sending shocks of pleasure up through her nethers. As a natural reaction she bucked her hips, eliciting a particularly loud moan as her body arched into the air, breaking the surface slightly.

But the heat just wasn’t going away. Still the fire between her legs blazed like a raging inferno. Her hoof just wasn’t enough to make it go away.

She increased in tempo, her hoof actions making small splashes in the water, and small puddles were collecting on the barn floor. Applejack was vigorously scouring her clit and gasping loudly. The heat felt like it was reaching a crescendo.

She was so close.

“Applejack!”

Spike’s voice sliced through Applejack’s climactic atmosphere like a razor blade. The heat in her stomach was now accompanied by a potent mixture of guilt and fear as the mare jumped in surprise. A small cascade of water splashed over her and onto the floor. By now a small puddle had collected around the basin.

“Here!” Spike said, beaming, “I’ve brought you everything you need.”

He had with him a towel neatly folded and hung over his left arm as if he were a waiter, a small bar of a bright pink soap on his right claw, and a bottle of shampoo which he was able to balance on the top of his head.

He walked over to the basin, and Applejack turned around to face him, but still keeping her body away from his line of sight. Her soaking wet mane fell across her face, and her breathing was even heavier than before.

“Spike!” Applejack exclaimed breathlessly, placing her front hooves at the border of the basin, “Can you please leave everything there and wait fer me outside?”

The dragon frowned. The bath was supposed to soothe the mare, but she was looking even more agitated now.

“Are you alright, Applejack?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes!” she gasped quickly, feeling her final wall of control cracking, “Ah’m completely fine!”

Spike frowned. Anypony could tell when Applejack was lying. Today, however, she was being particularly bad at it - even for her. She kept shifting around uncomfortably and avoiding his gaze. Spike could see that something was up.

“You sure, Aj? You look like you’ve just run the Running of the Leaves while I was gone.” Spike chuckled before glancing around at the wet flooring, “Although... what have you been doing?” Spike felt something was out of place. Applejack just wasn’t acting right.

The constant fidgeting, the guilty look, the lying - it was all oddly reminiscent of Twilight earlier in the day. Would Rarity be like this if he found her later? Spike shook the thought away.

“Nothing ta worry ‘bout, Spike, don’t you fret none.” The orange mare insisted.

“Hmm,” Spike said slowly, rubbing his chin in thought, “I know what you’ll like!” he exclaimed suddenly.

The dragon placed his burden upon the ground and walked towards an empty barrel next to a the wall. Carrying the barrel over to the basin he placed it upside down next to it and stood upon it so he was the same height as Applejack. Instantly the orange pony retreated hastily, trying not to let him see the state she was in.

“A mane wash!” He yelled heroically.

Applejack kept moving her hind legs frantically. The cold water was now causing the reverse effect: Instead of calming herself, the water rippled between her legs, stimulating her, urging her more and more.

Jus’ think of what a dragon could do.

“No!” She shouted, “Ah don’t need a mane wash, Spike. Ah can do it mahself.” Applejack cringed away from the dragon, who was already on the top of the barrel with shampoo in claw.

A dragon probably can’t get you pregnant. It’ll be fine.

“Hey! Don’t worry, Applejack!” Spike reassured her, confused by her erratic behaviour, “It’s just a mane wash. I help Twilight with her mane all the time.”

Spike’s always been there for you. He trusts you. He’d do anythingto help you...

“Spike...” Applejack growled as she evaded the dragon’s attacks. Spike, however kept darting his claws over to her, trying to catch the mare.

You need this, Applejack.

Applejack wished it had been in slowmotion. Maybe then she could’ve prevented it. She wasn’t, however, lucky enough to avoid it. Spike’s eyes widened as the barrel he’d been standing on slipped across the wet flooring and he fell straight into the bath with the mare. Water splashed everywhere, drenching Applejack.

Applejack gasped as Spike’s arm slid in between her thighs.

An unstoppable surge of pleasure jolted across her entire body as the intolerable fires she’d been forcing herself to contain once again reignited in a glorious display. Instinctively she bucked her hips, grinding his arm against her clit, soaking it in her love juices. She couldn’t get her hoof over her mouth before she howled in ecstasy and her whole body shuddered in delight.

Spike froze as he noticed what was going on. His friend had her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she ground her marehood against his arm. He felt it lathering a sticky substance across it which, when mixed with the water, caused her to slip across his scales like butter.

It felt like forever before her body stopped shuddering and her erratic breathing calmed to an almost normal tempo.

The dragon wasn’t sure how to react. Should he apologize? Should he run? Should he do nothing at all? In the end his eyes were fixated upon the orange mare before him. Applejack gave him a look he’d never seen before, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

And they simply exchanged glances for several seconds.

It was the last straw. Applejack felt her resolve shatter like a brittle pane of glass. The shards scattered across her mind, mere fragments of her self control.

“Spike,” she breathed, “That was-”

“I’m sorry!” The dragon yelped quickly, “I didn’t know! I swear!”

Applejack silenced him by placing her hoof over his mouth, neglecting to notice the fluids she was lathering across his lips, “Hush, sugarcube, that don’t matter. Ah just need... ah just need you to help me.”

“Help you?” Spike asked, confused.

He can make the burnin’ go away. All you’ve got ta do is ask...

“Ah need you,” Applejack began as she ran her hoof down to the dragon’s chest, rubbing small circles across the scales, “Ta make it go away...”

“Go away? Make what go away?” Spike asked nervously as he slowly moved away from the mare.

“Mmmm,” Applejack moaned softly as her hoof continued its meandering across Spike’s chest, moving slowly down to his scaled belly.

“Are you... are you okay, Applejack?” Spike asked again, his eyes darting down beneath the water where her other hoof was moving between her legs.

The mare moved closer to Spike and brought her muzzle to his ear, “No... but you can make me feel a lot better.” She whispered.

“H-how?” Spike questioned quietly.

“Ah’m burnin’ up, Spike.” Applejack breathed, not really answering the dragon’s question. Spike’s eyes once again returned to the orange hoof beneath the water that was now stroking her nethers. With each stroke he could hear the mare moaning beneath her breath.

“How can I stop it burning?” Spike asked nervously, but he’d already guessed the answer.

Applejack addressed his questioning by tracing circles lower and lower down his abdomen until she was stroking his waist. Spike shivered as his suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t know what to do as the mare nibbled on his ear, biting gently on his draconic skin.

All of a sudden the chilling water felt a little hotter than before. Spike felt his heart race in his chest - it thundered as if it was trying to escape his ribcage - and his breathing quicken. He opened his mouth to say something but Applejack moved her muzzle over to it, locking her lips with his.

Spike was completely taken aback. Did Applejack have a crush on him? He tried to formulate possible solutions, but he was finding it difficult to concentrate with Applejack running her hoof over his tail. Each time she brushed the sensitive scales on the underside, sparks ran up his spine, and each time Applejack felt him shiver, she repeated the action. He barely recognized his body becoming more and more excited.

“Ah think you’re enjoyin’ this.” Applejack whispered with a sly grin, breaking away from the kiss. A string of saliva connected their mouths comically for just a second before breaking away and falling into the water. Spike fidgeted with his tail as he absorbed the situation and listened to the mare’s sultry tone.

“Do... do you still need help?” The dragon breathed.

“We’re not quite done yet, sugarcube.” The mare replied in a lascivious tone and ran her hoof over his exposed dragonhood beneath the water. Spike gasped. In all of the confusion and whirlwind of emotions, he hadn’t even realized his body had grown so excited by the situation. He felt a little betrayed by his own body.

Applejack gasped inwardly as well. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect; she’d not really thought about the anatomy of a dragon - a baby one at that - so she was surprised by the extent of Spike’s firm cock.

It was shorter than the average stallion’s, but undoubtedly almost the same girth. The erect phallus was surprisingly thick, and the whole organ almost seemed disproportionate to the dragon’s small frame.

Then her hoof brushed up against something else. Applejack’s eyes shot under the water and blinked in surprise.

Spike had two members.

One was beneath the other, but they both stemmed from the same base, and they both throbbed in unison. Clearly dragon anatomy wasn’t her strong point. Applejack didn’t feel guilty as she internally admitted that the thought of two cocks inside of her burning nethers excited her.

Applejack removed her hoof from her clit and started rubbing Spike’s other phallus, gently stroking the pair in unison. Spike felt his breathing deepen. He’d never really felt anything like this before. The feeling was completely new to the dragon. Applejack’s hoof was surprisingly soft as she ran it along his lengths. Spike couldn’t help but make the inevitable comparison between the texture of her hooves and orange marshmallows.

If the scales on the underside of his tail weren’t sensitive as it was, his members were tender on a whole new level. Each time Applejack ran her hoof over them electricity danced across his entire body and each phallus throbbed. He found himself unable to contain his moaning as each caress left him reeling.

His thought processes danced off into a tangent as he thought back to earlier in the day when he had been outside Twilight’s bedroom. His own gasping was now vaguely akin to the unicorn’s when he had been listening to her.

However his thoughts were interrupted as Applejack suddenly abandoned her fondling and pounced onto the dragon into a hot, passionate kiss. Spike wasn’t expecting the sudden advancement, and the pair fell from the bath as it tipped over.

“Applejack!” Spike gasped, “Are you okay?” He asked in concern, glancing around at the pool of water that was rapidly spreading outward from the toppled basin.

“Don’t matter.” The mare breathed in response before clambering on top of him again, locking her lips around one of his sensitive members. Spike inhaled sharply as the orange mare began her fellation, her lips running up and down the delicate dragonhood, her rough tongue eagerly caressing it.

The feeling was indescribable.

Regardless, I shall describe.

Spike felt like he was burning up. He had a vague idea of how Applejack had been feeling the whole day. Spike felt it build up towards something. He wasn’t sure what, but he could definitely feel it building up towards something. Mainly because he felt like he was going to explode; the entirety of his loins were on fire and Applejack’s sucking was doing little to abate the flames.

The mare changed her tactic and swirled her tongue just around the sensitive tip in a hot, circular motion.

“A-Applejack!” Spike yelled in alarm as the feeling grew too intense to bear.

Something happened.

Wave after wave of ecstasy reverberated throughout his entire body. Spike felt his arms and legs spasm and one of his convulsing dragonhoods erupt as a burning liquid poured into Applejack’s waiting mouth.

And then it was all over.

Spike felt slightly dazed and a little exhausted, despite not having done anything particularly physically strenuous.

A moment passed.

And then another.

Spike’s breathing had almost returned to normal as he shifted around to gaze at Applejack, who was lying next to him, hungrily licking her lips, and gazing longingly at his twitching member.

“Applejack, I’m really sorry. You don’t still need help, do you?” Spike asked uncertainly.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, cowboy.” Applejack giggled, wiping the remainder of his orgasm from her lips, and lay on her side so that all was revealed to Spike.

“We’re not?” Spike groaned, fearing where this was heading now.

“Mmhm,” Applejack chuckled, “Ah’ve helped you, so now you’ve got ta help me. Twice as much.” Her voice taking on a much more seductive tone as she motioned to her nethers.

Her lower lips were completely soaking. Liquid dripped to the floor in small rainstorms, joining the bath water that was already lapping at her fur. This liquid was unlike the water, however, in that it was much thicker, and Spike found the only thing he could compare it to was honey.

Spike wrinkled his nose.

There it is. That smell again.

It was a weird smell. It was slightly sickly and yet pleasant at the same time. Spike glanced unsurely at the pony’s marehood. He’d never seen one this close before and now that its owner was demanding he please her, the dragon felt more than a little uneasy.

He crawled over to the mare who lay on her side and traced circles on her thigh like she had done to him earlier. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but he seemed to be doing the right thing as the mare sighed in pleasure and shifted her legs, trying to draw his claw closer to her exposed clit.

He also wasn’t sure whether he was teasing the mare or merely procrastinating. He continued his circle tracing up her thigh and over her belly, and Applejack giggled.

“Hey! That tickles!” She protested.

Spike found it mildly entertaining to tease the mare and found himself getting slightly aroused again. Deliberately slowly Spike stretched a single finger down to her vulva.

He gently prodded it once.

Applejack’s moaning was so loud that Spike felt paranoid it might attract the attention of Big Mac, or worse: Apple Bloom.

“Stop... stop teasin’, sugacube.” The mare gasped, completely red in the face, “Ah can’t take it.”

Spike chortled cheekily as he once again flicked her overly-sensitive marehood with his overly-extensive tongue, and once again witnessed Applejack’s reflexive reaction.

“P-please,” she breathed, “Don’t make me beg.”

Spike chuckled slyly and this time ran his tongue over the length of her marehood. Applejack positively shivered in delight, the shuddering reverberating throughout her entire body as she yelled in pleasure.

“Sp-Spike!” The mare gasped.

The dragon ignored her as he continued to run his tongue over her erogenous clit. His tongue was rough against her tender nethers, and Applejack felt as if the entire day’s burning she had withstood had come rushing back in one huge burst.

She needed more.

She pressed her hoof against the back of the dragon’s head, forcing him closer, urging him to go faster. And he obliged. The tempo increased and Applejack felt as if she was going to faint. It was simply amazing. The dragon’s tongue ran circles around her marehood and then danced across the delicate folds of skin, lapping up the abundant fluids.

Spike could have sworn that Applejack’s love juices had the faint taste of apples to it. Perhaps it was just an illusion, but Spike found the flavour strangely addictive. He licked faster and faster, trying to drink as much of the liquid as he possibly could.

Applejack couldn’t take it any longer; she’d spend all day rubbing, and all day trying to ignore it. She needed somepony inside of her, or in this case, somedragon. She needed penetration. The mare pulled Spike on top of her, causing him to cease his eating.

“Please, Spike.” Applejack whispered softly, her green eyes trembling, as she motioned one of her front hooves to her exposed nethers and spread one of the folds, presenting the dragon with the perfect, pink interior.

“Ah can’t take it. Ah need you... ah need you inside o’ me.” She moaned, almost appearing as if she was in pain.

“Inside you?” Spike asked, a frown tugging at his mouth. He had a pretty good idea of what the mare wanted thanks to Twilight’s omniscient library. He was familiar with the male and female anatomy and he already knew what was required of him.

“Yes! Ah want it!” The mare yelled, “Ah want it NAOW!”

“But... it won’t hurt you, right?” Spike asked in concern as he shifted uncomfortably.

“No, sugarcube, don’t you worry none. Ah need this.” The mare replied stubbornly.

The dragon glanced down at his twitching members and then over at Applejack’s raw nethers. Clutching one of his cocks, Spike aimed and thrusted it inside Applejack’s marehood.

Applejack practically screamed in delight as Spike penetrated her with a thick phallus. It slid it in easier than he had expected, and he could feel his cock being completely enveloped by a wet, velvety texture, which was totally different from the scaly claw he was used to, yet it was so hot that he thought he really was going to melt this time.

Although her nethers were soft, the muscular walls firmly clutched his cock, clinging to the sensitive tip with a tight embrace, holding him so firmly that every inch of his member received a thrilling amount of pressure, teasing him to his limits. Yet, at the same time, he felt that he was able to move in and out with ease due to the enormous amount of love juices flooding the sensitive channel.

“Please!” Applejack shouted, her mind completely consumed by lust. The mare bucked her hips upwards, forcing Spike’s hips to grind against her own. His other cock slapped uselessly against the mare’s belly. She lowered herself again, and his first cock slid almost all the way out, before repeating the action.

It felt amazing. Stars flashed before Spike’s eyes - mainly due to the fact he was holding his breath. Gasping he inhaled oxygen and elicited a sigh. The feeling was strange and yet absolutely amazing. He quickly caught on and began moving his own hips as well, causing a bright red Applejack to howl in pleasure on the barn floor, her hair swimming in the mixture of bath water and love juices.

As the dragon continued his vicious pounding on the mare’s nethers he slowly developed a smooth rhythm. In, out. In, out. Each time he couldn’t help but grunt. The feeling was too good to pass. He couldn’t stop.

In, out. Applejack was making noises he’d never heard her make before and he was sure he’d never hear again. At times she howled in ecstasy, and other times she purred like a tame animal.

In, out. Spike himself couldn’t stop the pathetic gargles that rose up his throat, despite his protests. He couldn’t help the moaning that harmonized the orange mare’s beneath him.

In, out. He began to pick up speed. This was going too slow. he needed that relief he’d felt earlier.

In, out. He was snorting now, his nostrils flaring and puffing tiny clouds of black, acrid smoke.

In, out. The taste of the clouds didn’t bother him. If anything, it only stimulated him more.

In, out. Applejack was silent now. Her howls were replaced by heavy breathing, and her purrs were replaced by shallow gasps.

In, out. His other cock was jabbing Applejack’s stomach, brushing against the incredibly fine fur of her underside. The sensation was both arousing and slightly irritating. It kept getting in the way each time he thrust the entirety of his dragonhood inside the mare. Each time her muscular walls protested, his second cock jabbed her belly, counteracting his efforts for orgasm.

As if Applejack had read his mind, “Put them both inside... of me.” She gasped, turning her head to face him, “P-please.” The mare looked pitiful, begging for Spike’s other cock while lying in a puddle of her own love juices. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the sense of superiority.

“Please.” She begged.

Spike wordlessly grabbed his other phallus and gently probed Applejack’s clit. It was awkward trying to get both in, and Spike only succeeded in uselessly jabbing her vulva. The mare moaned in response.

“Please, Spike... Ah can’t take it. Jus’ do it.” Applejack pleaded.

“I’m trying.“ Spike grunted. In truth he was, but he was also enjoying teasing the mare. Each time he prodded Applejack’s clit, her moans suggested she was only getting more and more desperate as she got more and more sensitive.

“Spike!” She cried, “Ah’m burnin’ up!”

The dragon realized he could be merciful - just this once - and end Applejack’s torment. He dug both members deep inside the mare’s lips, forcing his way past any resistance. It was a tight squeeze as the tight walls protested, but inch by inch the dragon managed to defy them: inch by inch the dragon slid both cocks into the mare at once, and she screamed in ecstasy as the combined girth threatened to rip her apart.

Applejack had never felt anything like this before. With both of Spike’s cocks inside of her, her marehood was being stretched to its limit. But the rapture caused all discomfort to be overshadowed by the pure bliss provided by both of Spike’s thick cocks wedged between her lips.

On Spike’s part, the pleasure was truly doubled. The tight walls of her marehood squeezed his two cocks with twice the force, caressing his two members with the velvety texture, pledging for them to release. He felt his pelvis setting ablaze as his two members pumped in and out of her body like a piston, resuming his previous rhythmic beat.

Love juices flowed like a miniature stream from the mare’s stretched clit, soaking Spike’s abdomen, encouraging him to delve deeper with the slippery stimuli. Applejack made it too easy for him. Even though the walls of her marehood tried to object, his cocks could slide in between them all too easily with the copious amounts of liquid they produced. It didn’t really make sense to him. All he cared about was that he was loving every second of this.

Each thrust was responded to with a satisfying squish and an uncontrolled wail.

“Don’t stop!” Was all Applejack screamed in between her moans and spasms of pure ecstasy. Never had Spike felt so hot in his life. Now he felt like he might be able to empathize with Applejack. But it was more than that. It was like being about to burst, like his entire body was struggling to contain it.

Applejack’s joy could not have been more audible if she had been trying. Gone were the times where she might have cared if Apple Bloom of Big Macintosh could here. Hay, she didn’t care if half of ponyville heard her. She just needed to vent the pressure that was quickly building up inside her abdomen, threatening to erupt, and Spike’s thrusting kept poking the bubble. She couldn’t keep this up much longer. It was if all of her erogenous insides were receiving attention from Spike’s firm cocks, and his scaly stomach was pressing and rubbing her wet and excited clit.

Spike began grunting. Once again he felt that something from earlier build up inside of him. It urged to be released, he just needed to thrust faster. The dragon began gyrating his hips faster and faster, grinding his cocks into Applejack’s nethers harder and harder.

“So... so... C-close!” Applejack squealed.

Spike knew the same sensation building up inside of him was building up inside of Applejack. Her breathing was labored, and she was sweating profusely. She repeatedly kept bucking her hips uncontrollably, attempting to make Spike go faster. He couldn’t go any further. He’d reached his limit. His entire body was on the verge of exploding.

“Applejack, I-” Spike managed to blurt out before it hit him.

Burning hot liquid shot from one of his cocks, this time inside of Applejack’s most intimate parts. He felt as if his entire body had been waiting for this one moment and was choosing now to empty everything. All of his thoughts, his doubts, his worries, and his fears - all was washed away by the overwhelming heat of the moment. None of that mattered now.

It was all that Applejack needed to cave in to her own carnal desires and be engulfed by her own orgasm. She didn’t care that she was screaming as her entire body quivered and a burning stream of fire blasted from her nethers, soaking the poor dragon on top of her.

Spike didn’t even realize it, but Applejack’s orgasm tipped him over the edge for his other member to ejaculate, sending him into yet another daze of pure, coital bliss. The feeling once again took hold of him as his second phallus emptied its contents into the waiting mare. Applejack’s nethers had reached their maximum capacity already, however, and Spike’s cum oozed out in a glorious display of white liquid, spraying out in all directions and dripping onto the barn floor.

The pair fell to the floor, gasping. There was silence in the barn, besides their heavy breathing, but Spike could still hear Applejack’s begging screams ringing in his ears. He glanced at Applejack, sense returning to him. The mare had lay in a hypnotic state of bliss, a huge, satisfied smile plastered on her face.

Spike frowned. What had they just done?

Applejack awoke and glanced around, “Spike,” she groaned, “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Spike?” The mare rose and looked around.

The barn was empty.

“Aww, hay, no!”