Shake This Barn

by Iateacrayon

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Romance, Comedy
Length: 1784

It is a quiet summer day down at the Apple Family Orchard until a certain dragon arrives and decides to liven things up.

It is a quiet summer day down at the Apple Family Orchard, until a certain dragon arrives and decides to liven things up.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-28 10:00:02 UTC

Shake This Barn

Twilight had gone to see Celestia in Canterlot once again, leaving Spike to his own activities. Which meant he stayed comfortably in bed all morning. The sun was already past its apex when Owlowicious unceremoniously dropped a book on his head.

His rest disturbed, he had no other choice but roll out of bed. After scarfing down some left over food, he escaped from the infernal owl before it could ruin his third day off in as many weeks.

Only one question mattered now: what fun would he have today? An important reminder quickly came to mind, and he struck out for the Apple farm. As he trudged his way up the worn dirt path a small pony came into his field of view.

"Hi, Applebloom."

"Hey Spike! You're here to see Applejack again?" Applebloom hopped back and forth excitedly.

"Yeah. Where is everypony?"

"Well Granny Smith is sleeping in the house again, and ah haven't see Big Mac all day. Said he had to go help Fluttershy with somethin'.

"And Applejack?"

"Ah think she's in the barn. She's always in there this time 'a day. Gotta go! I'm late for a cutie mark crusader meeting. We're gonna get our trampoline cutie marks!" Applebloom galloped off towards her clubhouse in the distance.

Spike made his way to the barn door and peered inside. The Apple family's newest barn looked like it hadn't been cleaned in days. Hay was strewn across the inside of the building in large clumps. Somepony had gone to the trouble of gathering some of the hay into more uniform bundles, but they had really done a sloppy job of it. A few of the finished had been arranged into a makeshift pile, but there was still a lot of work to be done.

"Applejack? Are you in here?" Spike tentatively called out. The sun illuminated a pair of familiar orange legs sticking from behind the stack of hay bales. He walked around it, and found her sprawled invitingly on her back across a large bed of hay. Her hat was placed comfortably on top of her face, blocking out the sunlight. It was hard to tell if she was listening to him or not. He sat down on the hay beside her and leaned in, tapping on the brim of her stetson. "You awake?"

"What took ya' so long?" Applejack grumbled. Her hoof lightly pushed the hat away, letting the sunlight stream across her face. Spike ignored her question, choosing instead to move closer. He was sitting between her legs before Applejack finally responded.

"This ain't the time for that, Spike." Her eyes were closed, but she could feel his claws slowly slide their way up the inside of her leg. "Somepony could just walk in on us," she argued, but didn't move to stop him. Her breath hitched when she felt the sharp edge carefully penetrate her insides.

"So what?"

"Darn it, Spike!" she shouted. "Ah told you ah don't have the time for this!" Applejack could feel the claw twisting around inside her. It wasn't doing any good, though. She couldn't feel even a trickle down there.

"Are you sure? That's not what this is telling me."

"Ah've had enough of your teasing, Spike!" The appendage carefully withdrew from her sheath. She let out a long sigh of relief as she felt the last of it pull out, but Spike hadn't moved away. She felt a few droplets splash onto her neck. Her eyes snapped open. That was the last straw. "Spike!"

She saw his hand laid out below her chin. A musky scent slowly wafted its way up to her nose as he raised the claw for her inspection. It had been completely drenched in her juices. Odd, she hadn't expected that much... She reexamined this new piece of evidence as Spike moved in closer.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He held up his dripping claw hypnotically, bringing it closer to her mouth. She felt him slowly rub the slippery finger along her bottom lip, before pushing it in. "I only touched you a little..." he added, as she her tongue hungrily licked the tip of the soaking appendage.  "And you got this wet."

"It's your fault that it ain't enough for me anymore, Spike." She quickly turned away shakily, her back presented for. "Ah've been waiting all day for this!" She felt him carefully pry her entrance apart as he shuffled closer.

"Sorry Applejack. But why didn't you just tell me to come sooner?" Because the last time he'd come to her two days ago, that's why! They were seeing each other more and more, now that the farm was back to its quiet old self.

"Ahh!" She felt him slide in quite easily. "Do you think you can remember the count this time?"

"Practice makes perfect," he mumbled, his attention diverted by the way her hips had suddenly slapped against his belly.

Applejack smiled before bracing herself against a hay bale. His arms wrapped around her stomach while she bucked into him enthusiastically. A necessary precaution; she'd already sent him flying once or twice before.

"Yee-haw! Let's get started, then."

"Shake this barn. Shake this barn.

One, two, three, four.

Together, we will shake this barn.

One, two, three, four."

"In, out, in. Push with ease.

I don't have, the time to tease.

Pound 'em in quick, fast then slow.

Just remember, don't let go."

"Yeah!" Spike shouted. Applejack pushed herself up off the bale of hay, lifting Spike up with her. She stumbled forwards, and collapsed against one of the brown stall doors. Her front hooves hung over the edge of it comfortably as Spike clung to her.

"Come on Spike. We've barely started!" Applejack said, egging the dragon on. Spike grunted, and quickened his pace in reply. She could feel her support shake every time he slammed himself into her. "Whee-oo!"

Perspiration rolled down her back as they continued. Spike had taken to catching to catching the tiny beads of sweat on his tongue as Applejack continued.

"Shake this barn. Shake this barn.

One, two, three, four.

Together, we will shake this barn.

One, two, three, four."

"Hold me up, against the wood.

Ramming hard, you're doing good.

Pound 'em in quick, fast then slow.

Just remember, don't let go."

"Yeah!" Spike exclaimed. Under the continued punishment, the door under Applejack finally collapsed with a groan. The two tumbled forwards into the small stall. Spike pulled out of Applejack and rolled clear of her, but his partner hadn't quite finished yet.

"Whoo-ee!" Applejack shouted as she straddled Spike, the broken door quickly forgotten.

"Shake this barn. Shake this barn.

One, two, three, four.

Together, we will shake this barn.

One, two, three, four."

"Lay down back-first on the ground.

Hold me up and slam me down.

Pound 'em in quick, fast then slow.

Just remember, don't let go."

"Come on, Spike. Get 'er done!" Applejack added as she felt Spike's arms shiver and begin to tire. He'd only last so much longer at this rate.

"Look at you, a sight to see."

"Layin' down there, right under me."

"Now let's go and hit the hay."

"Time to fuck the Apple way!"

Applejack crawled onto the makeshift bedding behind Spike, turning to lay her back on the familiar hay mattress. Spike quickly pounced on her inviting form with renewed vigor. She moaned into the spikes on top of his head as he put up a furious pace. Every time he drilled into again and again she could feel the end approaching that much faster.

"Get on your partner, ain't I tight.

Move until it feels just right.

Bounce up and down, with all your might.

Fuck me 'til the dead of night!"

"Yeah!" The two of them exclaimed. Applejack climbed back on top as Spike's thrusts began to slow once more. Her hips rocked back and forth and he squirmed below her, trying to keep that sweet ecstasy going.

"Yee-haw! Attaboy, Spike! Lemme handle the rest," Applejack told him, intent on finishing him off.

"Alright!" He agreed. "Let's get to it!"

"Shake this barn. Shake this barn.

One, two, three, four.

Together, we will shake this barn.

One, two, three, four."

"Push them in and make me scream.

Together, we make quite the team.

Pound 'em in quick, fast then slow.

Just remember, don't let go."

Applejack felt him shudder and erupt into her without warning. She collapsed onto him, her body spasming uncontrollably as their juices mixed together inside her. Spike fared no better; choking and gasping for breath as he gently bucked into her, depositing the last of his seed. She was far too tired to remember the rest of the song, simply focused on gulping down air.

Spike contentedly stroked her mane into some semblance of what it normally looked like, while she ran her tongue along his scaly neck. They must have lain there for a good hour, recovering their strength, before they picked their song up again.

"We shook this barn, we shook this barn. Yes, we did.

Together, we sure shook this barn. Yes, we did."

"I think that I enjoyed it most.

But I don't really like to boast.

I think that we can both agree, is that it was very fun for me!"

"Yeah!" Applejack exclaimed tiredly. Spike lips silenced her before she could say more.

"Mmhah... Ah'm glad there was more to yer Dragon Code than you let on."

"So am I," Spike chuckled.

Carefully the two pulled themselves up and brushed themselves off. Pieces of hay clung still to their sweaty bodies like syrup.

"Let's clean up 'fore Macintosh gets back," Applejack suggested. "There'd be all sorts 'a trouble if he found out."

Applejack poked her head outside the barn. She motioned for Spike to follow after checking that the coast was clear. She shut the barn door behind him, and the two leisurely headed for the river out back.

Applejack felt Spike's stare on her rump as she pressed ahead of him. Her tail swished back and forth excitedly.

"Wanna go another round before the others get back?" The resounding smack her ears picked up and the light sting she felt on her rear was more than enough of an answer.

"Only if you don't make a complete mess this time," Spike added.

"It's all Big Mac's fault anyway," Applejack replied. "Ah told 'im he had ta clear the hay outta the barn before he left."

"Don't worry. The barn won't last much longer if we keep this up."

Inside the barn, two disheveled stacks of hay had finally gained the courage to speak.

[size=9]"Oh my..."[/size]

"E-yup."