Apple Jack pulled herself out of the bed spreading that covered herself, throwing them to the floor, and feeling a cold wood instead of her hat. “Hun? Didn’tIput it their?” Checking the floor, she didn’t see any sign of it, just footprints in a light white flour, the shape resembled Spike’s feet. “Where did that lil’ fella go with ma’ hat?” Exiting her bed she, tripped over the lavender dragon, in his arms, her missing hat. ”Well thats just cute. Time to get the spare.”
“No, its fine,” Spike had grasped her hoof, and brought her in close, setting the hat atop her head, “I just really like your hat.” Smiling widely and trying to adjust her hat to just the right position, he gave up, and settled with it half way on.
Apple Jack smiled at his cuteness, unable to resist him, “you sure it’s just my hat ya like?” With a quick wink at the under aged dragon, allowing blush to fill his cheeks. Holding him above her with two hooves, she made his day. Smiling widely, and blushing as well, she tossed the dragon into the air, “you’re too young to kiss, do you want a hug?”
Smiling happily and throwing his arms wide, he gave the mare his final answer, “yes please!” Lowering him down to her chest, Apple Jack smiled and wrapped an arm around him, placed her hat on his head.
Getting off the floor and pushing the hat further down on his too small head, grinning at how adorable he was. “Keep it, suger. I’ll get it back some time later.” Ready to take her leave and find her spare hat, she stopped at the tugging on her tail. Looking behind her, Spike had laid on it. “CanIhelp ya’ Spike?”
Resetting his feet on the floor, and holding the lovely mare’s tail in his claws, he tried to make eye contact, “do you have to go now?” A small tear escaped his eye and ran its way down his soft cheeks. Dripping on the flower foot print’s below.
Sighing deeply at Spike, she lifted his new hat up and looked him in the eye. “I’m sorry Spike, butIneed ta go. You can come with me if ya-.” Spike had lunged himself to the mare’s forehoof, and waited to be dragged away by his princess in leather clothes. “I’ll take that as a yes. Hop on, sugar.” Waiting for Spike to climb aboard, she hoped nopony else would have a problem.
Leaving the room on Apple Jacks back, he toured the house, and road along for the search for her spare, “so, where did you leave it? your hat?” Leaning forward, he removed his hat and slid it onto Apple Jack’s head. “Did you lose it?”
Looking back at the dragon on her back, she smiled, and pushed her hat off once more, forcing Spike to wear it, “no,Ijust don’t use it often. It's sorta Rarity’s.” Gaining the full undivided attention of Spike, she hopped of mare, and began sniffing the air. “I don’t think you can find it like that.”
Ignoring the mare, he continued his search, crossing paths with a drawer filled with jewelry. “Is it in here?” Pulling at the box, and sneaking a peek, he spotted a white piece of fabric. “I thinkIfound it.”
Lifting Spike up once again, and setting him on her back, she remembered the hat, and scattered small pins across the floor. “Ya, thats it. Never liked that flashy thing.” Throwing it against the wall, and pressing on to her daily work, she remembered the baby dragon on her back. No pony could buck apples with another being on their back. “Sorry Spike, this is your stop.” Leaning to the side, slipping Spike off to the floor.
Holding two wide spread arms out, he began to cry, “doIreally have to go?” Making eye contact with the soft hearted mare, he began crying, as well. “CanIstay with you a little longer?”
Looking around got her family, she saw none. “Spike if you leave now, i’ll kiss you, then can you go home?” Thinking it over, she came to the conclusion, no matter what happened, she’d be happy with the choice of Spike. “Leave and get kissed, or stay with me?” Raising a hoof at the dragon’s chin, she peered at his emerald eyes, not wanting him to leave, but still wanting to kiss him.
“Um,Idon’t know. Can’tIget both?” Hoping the answer would be a yes, a kiss and a trip to the acres, she smiled and blushed lightly. “CanIget all of them?” Raising a pair of arms up, and staring back, she smiled. “Please?”
Unable to resist such a perfect opportunity, she brought Spike close, “i’ll tell you what, you can stay with me.” Lifting Spike up, and falling on her back, she hugged Spike, and kissed him lightly. Blushing at her friends joyous smile, and red checks. Returning the kiss, Spike hugged his newly founded crush, and squeezed her. “Spike, if you’d like more, just ask me. I need to go to work soon, so-.”
Spike had placed his lips against her’s, stopping her in her tracks, and filling her full of joyous rejoice, and untamable emotions. Consumed by greed, she stole a kiss as well, along with Spike’s breath, tongue, and heart. Enjoying the tongue inside his mouth, he laid helplessly atop Apple Jack in her arms, letting her do all the talking. Before Spike knew it, she had receded, leaving his mouth a mess, and him exhausted, “doIstill have to go?”
Making eye contact with the child before her, she pushed him off, and dashed away into the near by tree line. Not looking back or answering his question, just running. Continuing till she reached the other end of the fields. “Dear celestia,Ineed help.”
“Welcome to Child Molesters Anonymous, we have a new member.” The kindly stallion took a seat and let Apple Jack rise to introduce herself.
“Hi, I’m Apple Jack,” the crowd of surrounding ponies repeated her phrase before she continued. I’m here on my own choice, andIdid some stuff i’m not proud of.” Retaking her seat, the next rose and announced what he had to say, continuing the cycle for a whole circle.
“Now we’re going to confess what we did, if you could begin us Apple Jack.” Letting Apple Jack start off again, she looked back at the pony who had assisted her in getting helped.
“Well,Igot into some strange, interesting, actions with a young dragon, and it went a little too far.” A pony raised his hoof and quickly lowered it, interrupting her. “Well after that,Ileft and went to get help.” Thinking back on it, she smiled, and blushed, “it was so sweet, and tasty,Ididn’t want to let him go, butIjust had to. Ugh, now i’m here.”
From across the room, a curious bystander asked her for detailed, “how old was this, “young dragon”?” Pressing a hoof against his chin he contemplated whether she was disturbed or interested in loving a different species.
“Fifteenth.” Getting shoved out the room and out onto the streets, she realized, he was fifteen. ‘Guess i’m not a sick pervert after all. Now where was that little dragon?’