Spike experiences some amazing dates with his best friends after the events of "In which Spike ...".
A story detailing Spike's experiences when dating his closest friends.
This piece assumes that the reader is familiar with the events of the preceding “In which Spike ...”. A number of events and references will be rather inexplicable elsewhise. Please be advised that this is posted “as is”. If you dislike stories that do not get continued to completion, then you might prefer to skip out on this one.
Spike slowly drifted from the black depths of unconsciousness towards waking. His eyelids felt heavy, and he noticed that somehow he hadn't fallen asleep on his bed, but on the couch in the living room. Light was already shining brightly through the windows … had he overslept?
Looking around, his gaze fell on the lithe form of Twilight, stretching to dust off some of the shelves that were harder for her to reach.
Twilight was doing housework. This was either the result of a recent catastrophe, or the portent of an impending one.
The memory of recent events swept over Spike like a tsunami.
The emotional pain and shame hit the young dragon so hard, his body curled into a ball without conscious thought. His movement made the couch creak, calling Twilight's attention to that her kid brother was no longer asleep.
“Spike! You're awake.” she noted with measured elation. Seeing his curled up form, however, that turned to a more sombre tone: “Spike?”
He had failed her. He continued to cause her grief, he had been too much of a coward to kill himself, even after she had praised him for being brave.
The young dragon could feel his adoptive sister come closer, even though overcome with shame and guilt he dared not look at her. “Spike?”
“I'm sorry, Twilight! I failed you! I'm so sorry!”
“Spike.” The dragon in question continued to whimper ever so lightly and shield himself with his wings. “Spike!” Years of obedience to Twilight finally made Spike actually look at his adoptive sister who had raised him. “You haven't failed me Spike, and it wasn't you who hurt me, it was the people who harmed you who hurt me. The only thing that I am a little upset about was that you didn't talk to me more about what was going on, but I am glad to have you back.”
Twilight smiled at him and Spike was torn whether he was allowed to hope. Could all of the wrong he did really just be forgiven like that?
Seeing her little brother's confusion and hesitation, Twilight reassuringly put her hand on Spike's arm and explained: “You had a bit of a nervous breakdown. It happens. Celestia knows, I had a number of those myself. … Actually, Celestia does know, which is really embarrassing. Anyway, my point is that I want you to focus on relaxing and getting better.”
Spike didn't quite know how to react to that: “I'm … You're …”
As Spike trailed off, not finishing any of his sentences, Twilight replied: “I'm not angry with you, if that's what you are asking. As I said, I am a little bit unhappy that you would not trust me enough to talk about these issues with me, but I understand that this has been a somewhat heavy blow for you.”
A knock on the door interrupted her. “Oh, that must be Applejack. She said she'd come by to pick you up today.”
Spike still had trouble believing the rapid changes that were sweeping through his life: “Am I really ok? You're not mad, or hurt?”
Twilight sent him a reassuring smile: “Yes, everything is all right. And I trust you won't do something stupid like that again in a while, right?”
Spike's head was swimming. Everything was moving so fast. Three days ago he believed he was in a slightly troubled but still ok relationship with Rising Up. Two days ago he had figured out that the entire relationship had merely been a ploy, and that Rising Up never held any positive feelings for him to begin with. Yesterday he had thought that his mere presence was a detriment to the person he had served for all his life. And today Twilight told him that things weren't all that serious and that everything was going to be all right.
And his adoptive sister showed no signs of intending to let him mull things over as she moved to answer the door: “Good morning, Applejack, nice to see you!”
“G'mornin' Twi! Good to see ya, too. You ready, Spike?” Twilight had told them last night that the book she read on psychology said it was better not to treat Spike like a raw egg but rather do some 'positive affirmative action' – whatever that was supposed to mean – and have Spike engage in enjoyable physical activity. It was always books with Twilight. Well, physical activity was something that Applejack knew a lot about, and while she certainly hadn't read a fraction of the texts her bookish friend loved so much, she figured that listening to gut instinct and some good old Apple family wisdom should work just fine.
The young dragon did not immediately answer the question. Spike hadn't showered, and he was still in the same clothes as yesterday. Clothes that were slightly dirty from his trip to the Everfree Forest. He would not possibly have dared to accompany Rarity in such a state, but this was Applejack, who he knew did not like waiting around, and he could expect his clothes to get dirty and sweaty quickly enough through farmwork one way or another. Spike felt a little bit overrun, but since he did not know how to handle the situation anyways, and since Applejack was wearing tight-fitting jeans and an old dress shirt as usual when she was working on the farm, after a few seconds he decided to just roll with the punches: “Sure, I'm ready.”
“Great. I'll have him back before midnight.” Applejack smiled at Twilight.
Spike still seemed slightly hesitant about leaving, though. Seeing Spike's gaze drawn to the feather duster in her hand, Twilight smirked: “Don't worry. I won't try to speed up housework through magic again. Though it would be so incredibly helpful … just kidding, just kidding.”
Applejack grabbed her scaled friend and gave him a noogie: “Have some trust in your big sister, will ya? Let's get on the road, big boy!”
Twilight smiled and waved at them, giving no hint that she noticed the confusion and insecurity on Spike's face. When the door had closed, the librarian slumped down on the sofa. She knew she was running on borrowed steam. As the years had passed, she had gotten a lot better at just shoving her anxieties and fears into a mental box when they resurfaced, then bury that in some deep part of her mind so she could focus on the problem at hand, and deal with her own emotional mess later. Eventually she would have to, or the pressure piling up would lead to a complete breakdown. But right now she had to figure out a way on how to handle the issues Rising Up had brought. Twilight took a deep breath and got up from the sofa with a little effort, wondering what she'd have for lunch.
Applejack led Spike towards the Apple Acres: “I hope you ain't disappointed I don't have anythin' special planned for today. It was all kinda short notice, but I did get the entire place for just the two of us. Me 'n Rares had a talk yesterday, and it was just like you said. She actually wouldn't let me go until I accepted some of her money, so Big Mac 'n Apple Bloom are off getting us some new farm tools. 'Course I plan on payin' her back as soon as I can, but I won't lie: gettin' those new ploughs sure will make life a lil less tiresome!”
Spike felt a little lost as to what exactly was going on, but didn't want to ask too much. Maybe Applejack didn't know about his entire life crashing down yesterday?
As the Apple Acres came into view, it filled Spike with mixed feelings. He loved the fields, the hills, the rows of trees. Not quite the same way as Applejack, certainly, but still … especially all the hard work he had put into tending the grounds had created a deep bond with the land.
It also was the area he went through yesterday on his way to the Everfree Forest.
He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the oppressing memories and dark thoughts that loomed just beyond his consciousness: “So where shall we start?”
Applejack, not privy to the dragon's thoughts, was a little lost: “Whaddaya mean?”
“What field shall we do first? Or should we rather work on a water drainage? Fix a roof?”
Realizing that her friend had not yet been clued in to what was going on, the young woman tried to explain: “Spike … I just wanna hang out with you. No workin' today.”
The dragon beside her was somewhat dejected: “So … you know.”
Applejack wasn't used to lying, and she did not feel it would be a good idea to start now: “Yeah. I carried you home after Twilight put you to sleep with that spell.”
Spike started turning away, his back rounding as he bent down: “Damn.”
But Applejack wasn't ready to let him slip back into self-accusations. She grabbed Spike by his biceps and forced him to turn back to her, the dragon looking the pony in the eye out of instinct: “Spike! We all know this hit you hard … and we wanna help you! None of this is your fault, and you did nothin' wrong.”
Spike took a deep, shaky breath: “You don't understand, Applejack. I've been … weird all my life. Not a pony, but I'm not really a dragon, either. I certainly don't fit in with them. I thought with Rising Up there was finally someone who … you know, romantically liked me the way I was. That I could actually have a relationship. That she didn't see me as a monster! I did everything, I lied to myself, wanting this to be true, wanting not to be a monster, but in the end she also thought of me as a freak of a dragon.”
Hearing the hurt and self-deprecation in her friend's voice, Applejack's tone was forceful, filled with the desire to convince her friend: “Why should you care what that stupid mare thinks or says? We love you as you are! You mean the world to us, Spike, and …” Applejack had to swallow, “we're really glad to have you back. Don't scare us like that again, ok?”
Spike's voice was quivering as he felt guilt-wrecked over the anxiety he had caused his friends: “I'm sorry.”
Giving the young dragon a playful punch on the arm, Applejack put as much cheer in her voice as she could manage: “Stop apologizing! You're almost starting to sound like Flutters. Today all you should do is rest and enjoy yourself!”
Spike rubbed his arm – the farmer girl was one of the strongest ponies he knew – and after a few seconds replied: “I don't know … Being at the Apple Acres without working feels … wrong, somehow. Isn't there tons of things that need to be done? We really shouldn't just leave all that hard work on Big Mac's shoulders, even if he is incredibly strong. You taught me that it's bad to procrastinate work one could be doing, or push ones responsibilities onto someone else. I think it'd be much easier for me to relax if we first work at least a little, so I'll feel like I've earned it.”
“Where'd the lil runt who couldn't last a day without three naps go?” Applejack asked surprised. Despite Spike's physical changes and him coming over regularly the last two years to help out the older girl still had some trouble changing her view of Spike from back when he would complain constantly about all the chores he had to do. Taking care of Twilight's entire household and the library as well whenever the unicorn was off adventuring before he even hit puberty, the little dragon was one of the hardest working kids in Ponyville for sure … Applejack had always tried to mentally cut him some slack for complaining to Twilight about the work, but whining instead of working went against the core of her upbringing. It wasn't like she or Apple Bloom had had it any easier.
Spike folded his ears back in a mixture of irritation and embarrassment: “That was years ago! Would you like it if I teased you constantly with something you did as a filly?”
“All right, all right, I surrender!” Applejack laughed. “Still – you're here to relax and get better and all. So we should just do whatever you want and not work.”
The young dragon cocked his head slightly to the side: “If you're here on the Sweet Apple Acres, do you want to just lounge around and do nothing?”
“Well, sometimes I do.” the earth pony answered slightly defensively.
“Yeah, after a long day of hard work. But not at the start of one, right?”
Applejack had to admit her friend was right. But talking with Rarity last night had gotten her thinking about how much they all expected from Spike, and how little they did for him. Her strong sense of justice sided with her general hesitation to accept help in this case.
Spike was looking out over the fields and rows of apple trees: “I know that none of Apple Acres is mine or anything, but I still feel sort of responsible for it, you know?”
The earth pony slowly chewed on her bottom lip: “Twilight's gonna have my ass if she finds out I'm working you on what's supposed to be your day off.”
In response, her young dragon friend smiled at her: “Eh … I don't do too well with days off anyways.”
Once more Applejack couldn't help but laugh: “You should have become ambassador to the griffons or something! I concede, you win. There's a barn I've been meaning to paint for weeks.”
Spike looked like he was about to say something for a second, but then just nodded without further words.
Together the two carried the necessary tools and supplies to the barn, Spike taking over the task of scratching the old paint off the building while Applejack applied a new coating. The two worked beside each other, exchanging a few amicable words, but mostly in comfortable silence.
Their progress was quite fast and within less than two hours they were already almost done with the first side. Unsurprisingly some of the paint landed on the clothes rather than the barn, but both of them were in work clothes where that did not matter too much.
After a slightly bigger mishap that left a large vertical stain on her shirt, Applejack looked down and said with light annoyance: “Darn. I keep doin' this, I'll look like a zebra drawn by someone who doesn't know his colours.”
Spike playfully reached over, dipped his finger in the paint and put another stripe on the girl's clothes: “That's fine. We'll just have Rarity declare watercolour zebra is what's in this season.”
The thought of the prissy mares from town running around with paint-stripes on their clothes and declaring it 'en vogue' made Applejack almost fall off the ladder laughing.
Catching her breath she asked her friend: “Oh … do you remember a few years back how upset she got when the mares were to shear half their head bald?”
The dragon struck a pose and said with his best Rarity voice: “I will not stand for this nonsense! This is an appalling crime against beauty itself!” Having spent so much time with the fashionista Spike's impression of her was quite accurate.
He continued in his normal voice: “She was right, though. It really did look like the barber had been on drugs.”
“Yeah. Heck, I don't know a thing about fashion, I'm already happy if my clothes are clean, but even I wouldn't go for that.”
As they set down the tools and moved over to the next side of the barn, Spike asked: “Applejack … why are we doing this?”
“What? Talkin' fashion?”
“No. Painting this barn. I know I screwed up and all … but it's spring and there's a number of fields that haven't been ploughed yet.”
The blonde girl was a little surprised, and asked with her head cocked to the side: “Do you miss ploughing that much?”
The young dragon shook his head: “No, that's not it. I just wanna do good, you know? I know that this is something you can ask Apple Bloom to do. The ploughing is really hard work … but I want to really help out, not just act like I did.”
Applejack felt a strange mixture of feelings well up in her chest. Pride, affection, respect … When she heard Pinkie's suggestion last night, even while she had to admit that her arguments were solid, it sounded ridiculous to her. Having sex with a guy who was sleeping with several other women? That just wasn't how things were done! But now she found that she cared about that less and less.
Seeing his friend look at him, deep in thought, Spike grinned to convince her: “I pinkie-promise I won't tell Twilight.”
At this Applejack caved, laughing: “All right, all right! One field, but only one.” She had to admit that Spike's hardworking, responsible nature was one of the things she found so attractive about him. “Actually …” An idea started to form in the earth ponies head. “All right, let's do this.”
The two of them dragged the heavy ploughs to a slightly more secluded spot of the Apple Acres. Spike quickly wiped his arm over his eyes and thought he had hit his head when he saw Applejack pulling her shirt over her head.
“Since there ain't no one around today,” the earth pony explained with a wink towards her dragon friend, “I'm goin' commando!”
She unsnapped her bra and Spike thought his head would explode. The young man's blood pressure definitely was not going down as Applejack for a few seconds teasingly held her now unsnapped bra still against her breasts, then, smiling deviously, let it slide down revealing her well-rounded breasts to the dragon's wide-eyed stare. Kicking off her jeans Applejack looked at her friend with some discontent: “Come on, Spike! It ain't no fair if I'm the only one feelin' the breeze!”
“Applejack!” the young dragon choked out, closing his eyes to resist temptation. “… You don't have to do this!”
He stood in silence, eyes forced shut, awaiting the inevitable rejection. Suddenly there was a warm touch on his chest and he could feel breath tickling his neck: “Do you really think that I would do something like that if I didn' want to?”
Spike tried, but couldn't keep his eyes closed. He saw the beautiful earth pony grinning up at him, her wonderful naked breasts pressed against his chest as one of her hands was sneaking its way into his trousers. Spike balled his hands on his sides: Not touching Anything! Not touching Anything!
Applejack felt around in Spike's trousers, searching. The first time she had seen the dragon naked, she had actually been quite confused, and wondered if she'd been wrong about Spike's gender all along. Asking Fluttershy had been horribly embarrassing, but the shy pony explained to her that dragons kept their … thingies inside something of a flesh pouch if they weren't aroused, which explained the befuddlement Applejack experienced when she first saw Spike's groin unclothed. She felt something hard, hot and growing poke against her hand. Jackpot! She had to admit: if Spike hadn't shown some physical reaction to her naked body pressed up against him it would have been a heavy blow to her self-esteem. Her hand closed around Spike's cock, which felt fascinatingly different: rather than a flat cylindrical tube with a slightly wider tip it was pointed and … barbed?! Now that was going to be interesting! Applejack's eyes widened as she felt something else poke against the back of her hand. Not exactly gently she ripped Spike's pants down – the young dragon was still petrified – to get a closer look. Indeed, while she couldn't see any balls, there were two cocks emerging from the slit in his flesh, and they were covered in small spikes and barbs.
“Well, would ya look at that!” the earth pony mumbled. Spike meanwhile thought he'd die from embarrassment.
Realizing that her friend had completely frozen up, Applejack rose, giving the dragon a solid slap on the butt. “Snap out of it, will ya? You were the one who said he wanted to go work! So let's get started, and remember:” the blonde leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Spike's chest and whispered into his ear: “those who work hard earn themselves a reward!” Spike's wide-eyed look was priceless. Rarity might be the undisputed queen of making men loose their marbles, but Applejack had been around the highly coveted mare long enough to pick up a couple of the tricks of the trade for herself.
Laughing lightly to herself, the farmer girl made her way over to her own plough and lifted up the yoke. Spike still stood frozen in place, staring at her, and Applejack started to worry she might have been pushing things too hard, but then the dragon quickly discarded his clothes and moved to pick up his yoke as well, causing the orange earth pony to grin widely.
Deciding to get a head start, Applejack leaned into the plough and started dragging the blade through the earth. Spike was only seconds behind her, and the two of them were pulling the heavy weights towards each other. The mare quite enjoyed the view of her young dragon friend straining and working his muscles, the way his scales moved and his legs bulged when he thrust forward, how his cocks swayed with each step, and also that he eagerly drank her view in. Spike's gaze wandered from her eyes down to her breasts, over her muscled stomach to the junction of her thighs, down her long, well-trained legs to her feet digging themselves in the dirt as she pushed forwards, and then back up over all her body to her face. It was quite obvious the boy liked what he saw, and Applejack enjoyed his hungry eyes roving over her entire body. She found it welcome that he didn't exclusively focus on her breasts – she was somewhat proud of her 'girls' as it were, and knew that men quite liked to stare a bit – but it was nice that he appreciated her as a whole and not just a single part of her. It bode well for what she was looking forward to enjoying later.
Quite soon the first length of the field was behind them, and turning around they pulled the ploughs away from each other. This afforded them a nice view of the countryside, but both of them were eager to get to the next row again so that they'd once more be able to look at each other. A couple of times Applejack turned around, enjoying the sight of Spike's muscled back and tight ass as he dragged the plough away from her, and once, as she looked, she caught the young dragon stealing a glance as well, making the persistent grin on her face even wider if that was possible. Eventually she reached the end of the row and turned her plough around, now once again being able to more comfortably admire her comrade.
Thus it continued: every other row they would have their backs to each other, only occasionally stealing a glance and straining forwards to be able to turn around sooner, and the next row they would be facing each other, pulling their weights toward another as they got closer with each step, as if drawn by some inexplicable, invisible force. Applejack honestly had to say she never had had that much fun ploughing a field.
When they had finished most of their respective fields, Applejack noticed something. She was sweating from every pore, the area where the yoke pressed into her was sore, and her muscles were screaming from exertion. Even though she had deliberately chosen two of the smaller fields, doing an entire field in a single go was very hard work, and the earth pony was approaching a level of exhaustion where she would need a break. Unintentionally, she had slowed down quite a bit as the morning drew on and the heat and exhaustion mounted. Spike seemed less affected – massive draconic firebreather that he was – but he was no closer to completing his field than she was. Watching him a little more closely she noted that he matched his tempo to hers. She knew Spike well enough that she was certain he was doing it so she would not feel uncomfortable by him outdoing her. No matter what the situation, the young dragon always tried so hard to work for others and make them feel comfortable around him. The thought made a warm feeling rise up from her stomach to her chest.
Row by row the fields got taken care of, every step taking the two closer to a welcome break. As much fun as it had been, Applejack was quite ready for this to be over by the time she was almost done with her field: the sun had already passed it's zenith while they worked. One last length of the field to go and she leaned into the plough with all her strength. Finally reaching the end of her allotted plot, the earth pony shrugged off the yoke and collapsed in the shade of a nearby tree. She had been pushing herself … maybe a bit too hard, wanting to keep up with her dragon friend.
“Applejack! Are you all right?” she heard him call out.
“Yeah. Sure. Just need to rest a minute.”
She heard him fidget nearby, then leave. Her own eyes were closed, the shadows of leaves swaying in the wind breaking up the sunlight that danced over her body. A few minutes she just lay there, catching her breath and letting her muscles relax after the hard work.
She heard Spike return, then put down something next to her. Opening her eyes she recognized a big bucket that she soaked walnuts in, usually kept in the cellar so it would stay cool. Her friend had already scooped out a solid handful and put them into a cloth, pressing out nut milk into a glass he had brought. Feeling the intense thirst scratching at her throat, Applejack moaned: “Spike! You're an angel.”
A wide smile from the dragon was her response, and diligently he put the pressed out nuts into a tin can he had brought as well. Applejack reached out to take the glass he was handing to her, and thirstily gulped down the tasty white liquid. So eager was she to sate her body's desires that some of the milk spilled over her lips and down her neck and chest. The earth pony did not mind: in the hot midday sun the cool liquid tingled in a heavenly fashion.
A loud gulp made her open her eyes. Spike sat next to her, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. Applejacks first impulse was to cover herself, apologize, but she suppressed that and decided that she was not a woman to back down. So instead she smiled around the glass still on her lips and tilted it further, allowing more of the milky liquid to spill down her sweat-soaked skin.
Spike seemed frozen in place, his eyes flickering down to Applejacks freckled chest, then back up to her eyes, her lips, her eyes, down to her stomach and back up to her face again.
Having finished most of her glass the young woman put it down and smiled at her long time friend: “Thanks, Spike. I really needed that.”
Pretending she just noticed she looked down on her chest: “Oh darn! I spilled some of the good milk you brought me! I'm really sorry, Spike. Wouldn't want to let that want to go to waste.”
With that she brought one of her hands down and used her pointer finger to scoop off a small remainder of the opaque liquid that had spilt down. She heard an almost whining intake of breath from the young dragon as she slid her finger upwards over her chest, then brought it to her lips to suckle off the nut milk she had collected. The sweat added a bit of a salty tinge to the taste, but the girl found she really did not mind. Spike looked like a man gazing on an oasis after crossing a desert.
You didn't spend that many years around Rarity without picking up one or two tricks along the way.
Normally Applejack would never do anything like that – it just felt a bit unfair and like dishonest teasing … but then she planned to do much more than tease with the young dragon today, so this one time it was all right. And driving Spike insane was just way too much fun to pass up.
“Ehm … I … Uhm …” Spike had to clear his throat, hard, trying to get out anything approaching a sentence: “I brought some food, as well.”
Looking past her friend the girl saw a small basket.
“You really are an angel, Spike.”
The young dragon laughed nervously and brought out some bread and apple-jam.
Applejack couldn't resist to continue teasing him: “Jam? Spike, were you thinkin' of doin' something naughty with that?”
The young woman couldn't help but laugh loudly as her friend almost dropped what he was holding. She quickly reached over and helped him set up their picnic lunch, noting with satisfaction his two very erect cocks. Spike's obvious embarrassment somehow made it easier for herself not to feel bashful.
The two shared a nice lunch together and throughout it all Applejack just couldn't stop smiling. Not that she wanted to.
Spike squeezed out another two glasses of nut milk for the both of them, then got up and walked behind Applejack. The young woman didn't quite know what he planned to do, but she trusted her dragon friend so she was willing to just wait and see where this was going. A second later her faith was rewarded, as the cool cloth the boy used to wring the nuts out in was gently placed on her shoulders, covering the sore and bruised spots where the yoke had rubbed against her skin. The cold fabric felt heavenly. Applejack let out a sigh that was almost a moan as she felt her strained and burning muscles relax. Without conscious thought she leaned back against the dragon.
For just a few minutes all of Applejack's conscious thought ceased and she was just pure feeling. The wonderful stretching of muscles as the cool cloth allowed her to relax. The warmth of a soft spring wind running over her naked skin. The smell of the Apple Acres – fresh tilled soil, dark and fertile. A muscular chest to lean on. This was how the world was supposed to be.
Eventually, Spike broke the silence in a soft and subdued tone: “I know I'm no Apple … hell, I'm not even a pony. So I probably just can't understand how you folks feel about the Acres. But I want you to know that even though I may not be able to feel quite the same, I still really do love the Apple Acres in my own way. Thanks for letting me stay here. It's a good place.”
Drawn out of her reverie, Applejack smiled at Spike: “You need to stop repeating this racist bullcrap. No matter where you go, there'll always be some morons who want to look down on you 'cause of how you look or how you talk. That's no different for any of us. What really counts is what you do. And you'll always have a place here on the Apple Acres.”
She could tell just how relieved that last sentence made Spike. The girl turned around, and not quite gently pushed Spike to the ground, her smile turning into a grin: “And now …” she ran her hands over his chest, “I want my reward. And you are going to give it to me.”
Spike swallowed again, wide eyed, and Applejack revelled in how she had this huge dragon pinned to the ground, helpless and almost afraid beneath her. She leaned forward, feeling his hard cocks rub against her belly, her breasts touching his chest as she pulled him into a soft, slow kiss. It was an odd feeling, so very different from any kiss she had ever had before. His flesh felt much firmer, much harder than a stallion's lips. A bit to her own surprise Applejack found that this was not a turn off for her at all – if anything, rather the opposite. Seamlessly she let the kiss slide over into the next, and then another, while she groped and kneaded Spike's muscular chest. There was so much to explore. The dragon's cocks twitched eagerly against her stomach. She could feel the persistent warmth that had filled her abdomen for most of the day now blaze into a full blown fire.
Both Applejack and Spike were breathing heavily when she pulled back after making out with him for several minutes. She could see the hunger and desire in his eyes, but with obvious effort he broke her gaze and looked down to the side: “Applejack … you …”
“Spike.” Her tone made the young dragon immediately look at her. She was smiling, but serious. “If you say 'You don't have to do that.' then I'll punch you in the face.”
She gave him a second to make sure he understood – a slight change in expression convinced her that he had. “This is my reward. You can have yours later.”
Once more she pushed him to the ground, fully climbing on top of him – he was just so much larger than her – before resuming her hungry kissing as she straddled her dragon friend. Spike kissed her back with less hesitation and finally started to put his hands on her, though his caresses were much more timid than the earth pony would have liked. Hoping to encourage him she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his even more aggressively, introducing her tongue to the mix. Spike was clearly inexperienced, but he learned quickly, and when he actually wrapped his own tongue completely around Applejack's, the girl found that his thinner, prehensile appendage could do things that the broader and shorter tongues of stallions never could. His clawed fingers ran over her body, raking over her skin in a most pleasurable fashion. The mare could feel her tail rise up and move to the side invitingly, her sex dripping wetness on the small scales of the underbelly that she was rubbing against. The little nubs and the unevenness was amazing.
Applejack moaned into the kiss, Spike sucking on her lips as if he wanted to coax the sounds out, the girl's long blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain. This was amazing, but Applejack wasn't quite done with Spike yet. She moved away from the kiss, biting hard into the young dragon's neck. Her lover moaned but didn't seem to mind. Rubbing her breasts over his torso as she went, the mare slowly worked her way down the dragon's body, planting licks, kisses and little bites on whatever was in reach. She could feel her friend's cocks twitch in anticipation against her skin, which brought a wide grin to her face.
Reaching the dragon's groin she got a first good, close look at the two penises. The conical head was smooth and soft, the shaft beneath separated by a ring of barb-like spikes that surrounded the bottom of the head. A number of other small barbs dotted the shaft in irregular intervals. The penises themselves were quite small compared to Spike's size – a good thing, Applejack reckoned, for while they were not the largest she had ever taken, they were still quite huge for her, given the size difference between them. Had he been packing like a stallion, she would not even have known how to approach this. Playing around with the barbs – which elicited a strained gasp from Spike – the mare found that the barbs themselves were only semi-rigid and could be moved and twisted with only the slightest effort. Testing, she ran her hands up and down the top shaft, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her young friend. Grinning widely, she continued to rub her hands over Spike's cock while she thought about how to continue.
An idea made her eyes light up deviously. She quickly moved away from the dragon, making the boy look up almost in desperation after a second: she wasn't going to leave him like that, was she?! But Applejack was already returning, and knelt back between Spike's legs with a glass of nut-milk in her hand. She sought the young dragon's gaze before leaning back, displaying herself in all her glory and then pouring the nut milk over her breasts. It felt deliciously naughty, and the cool liquid was very welcome on this warm spring day. The milk cascaded over the curves of her breasts, running down the valley between them and over her stomach muscles, some of the liquid finding it's way between her legs to mingle with a clearer fluid. When she was done, Applejack could feel some droplets still hanging from her breasts, tingling delightfully. As she looked back at Spike, she found the young dragon staring at her with eyes wide open, as if she had just grown wings and done a sonic rainboom to outshine Dash.
'Poor little lad.' Applejack thought without any real pity. 'We've not even really begun yet.'
With deliberate slowness the orange pony lowered her torso, swaying her breasts a little to enhance the show for her lover even further, and then started rubbing her breasts against Spike's hard and erect lower cock. The young boy was now panting in quick and shallow gasps, obviously trying not too loose his mind. As much fun as Applejack was having, she decided she needed to get a move on or the poor kid would either just explode on her or have an aneurysm. She wrapped her boobs, the skin still wet and slick from the milk she had poured over them, around Spike's lower cock, and started letting him slide up and down through the cleft between her breasts. A strangled, high-pitched sound escaped her lover's throat before he resumed his shallow panting. His wings which were splayed out wide against the ground, making the young dragon look bigger than he already was, twitched occasionally as if he was contemplating trying to fly away … or more probably wrap them around Applejack to keep her close forever. The young earth pony couldn't stop grinning widely: she had brought this strong and mighty dragon low, to the point where he was helplessly twitching and whimpering on the ground before her. It was an incredibly empowering feeling.
As much fun as this was, and as much Applejack enjoyed the feeling of Spike's cock rubbing between her breasts, it was time for the main course. Briefly stopping her motions to catch her lover's eye, Applejack opened her mouth and slowly started to lower her lips towards the pointed head of the cock sticking out eagerly between her breasts. Spike might have forgotten how to breathe at this point. Wanting to remind him, the young pony softly blew out over the fleshy tip, already wet with the nut milk from her generous boob massage. The young woman gave the head a kiss, before letting her lips glide over it and engulfing a good part of the shaft in her mouth, the rest still sandwiched between her breasts. The little barbs felt interesting – they massaged the inside of her mouth rather than scratching it. She played with them using her tongue, moving them this way and that, before beginning to pull her head up slowly while sucking on Spike's cock. This felt so fascinatingly different from the flat and round-tipped cock of a stallion! Up to this point Applejack had not been convinced she really wanted something so … foreign inside of her. But having tested it with her mouth now, she was keen to know how it would feel. The mare started bobbing her head up and down more vigorously, little puffs of smoke escaping from Spike's nostrils. Not wanting her partner to come just yet, the mare pulled back, but gave his cock a couple of loving taps with her tongue. Deciding to try new things, she took as much of the cock in her mouth as she comfortably could, then wrapped her tongue around it, giving it a bit of a massage. If the muscles in her lover's legs, which were strained so much they looked like thick cables running beneath his scales, were any indication, then he definitely liked that.
Encouraged, Applejack decided to attempt something she had tried before, but failed to do: taking a cock all the way down her throat. Before, her gag reflex forced her to abort the attempt, but the head of the dragon's cock was notably thinner and more pointed than a stallion's wide, round tip. Perhaps that would make it easier? Time to find out!
Applejack took the lower penis as deeply into her mouth as was comfortably possible and tentatively swallowed to get a feel for it. From this position she had trouble seeing Spike's face, but going by his panting and the way his stomach muscles bulged, she could tell her actions were having the desired effect on the young dragon. The girl took a deep breath, then pushed further, repeatedly swallowing as the barbed head slipped into her throat. It was a tight fit, her lips stretched wide around the shaft, and it wasn't quite easy to avoid gagging and pulling away, but Applejack found she could do it.
Suddenly Spike pushed forward even deeper into the girl's jugular, and gripped her head fiercely, holding her in place. The blonde's first impulse was to pull back, but she stopped that, instead swallowing again and rubbing her tongue sideways over the dragon's shaft. Obviously the feeling of her throat constricting rhythmically around his shaft had been just too much for him. The green eyed girl could not only feel large amounts of hot semen being pumped into her stomach, she saw Spike's upper cock twitch and explode in front of her face, spurting load after load onto the boy's stomach and chest.
It was several seconds before Spike loosened his grip on her head, finally allowing her to pull back and catch a much needed breath. Applejack could still feel the deliciously hot liquid which her lover had made her swallow in what seemed like gallons radiate pleasurable warmth from her stomach.
The blonde smiled, wiping a little bit of drool from her lips: “Thanks for the meal.” It would have been fun to actually ride the dragon, but this had been certainly quite the experience. Much to her surprise, however, Spike's cocks showed no sign of going flaccid or retreating to their sheaths. Instead she found her friend staring at her wide eyed, his almost panicked expression clearly asking: 'We're not done yet, are we?!'
It would have been pure heartlessness to leave the poor boy in such a state – and Applejack had never wanted to stop here in the first place.
Stretching her back out, which not coincidentally accentuated her bust, she pushed herself up and asked, grinning: “Looks like you are still up for getting your own reward, are you?”
Spike could only nod.
Squatting on top of her lover Applejack started rubbing her sex up and down over the dragon's barbed cocks. The one she had taken in her mouth was pleasantly wet, so she grabbed it and angled it upwards, lining it up with her swollen entrance. Very slowly and carefully she lowered her hips, the pointed head sliding past her bottom lips easily. Spike was panting rapidly, his hands gripping the ground like he might fall off the earth any second. Applejack felt herself stretch further and further. It had been a long time since she last had taken a man inside her, so she was tight and needed a bit of time to get used to the sensation. It was fascinatingly different. The head went in so much easier than the one of a wide-tipped stallion cock, but where with a colt the sensation was all focused around that top part, the little barbs on Spike's dragon cock stimulated her entire pussy as they moved in. His second penis was sliding along her outer lips, rubbing against her already slightly peeking out clitoris as she went down. She felt her sex shudder with delight, drawing a deep moan from her dragon friend.
Inch by inch she took the massive member, seeing her groin bulge out from being so amazingly filled. It felt wonderful while at the same time being uncomfortable almost to the point of being slightly painful. Spike was just so much bigger and stronger than her – having him pinned beneath her gasping for air helplessly was an incredibly empowering feeling. His cock went deeper and deeper into her cunt, and despite her having taken a bigger one at an earlier date, the girl started to wonder if maybe she couldn't fit all of the dragon inside her.
Finally, Applejack could feel her strained thighs touch her lover's legs. The young woman let out a shuddering moan: not much more and the feeling would actually have crossed over into pain. For a number of seconds the blonde held still, just breathing and getting used to being so filled and stretched so wide. Beneath her her lover was doing the same, panting and doing his best to adapt his mind to the incredible experience. Applejack hoped that Spike would be a bit more assertive and aggressive later, but right now this was fine, too. He still needed to regain his old self-confidence, and she didn't mind being on top for a change. The green eyed girl smiled: there was much to be said for a man with experience and skill, but deflowering a virgin could be fun, too.
Carefully, she started lifting herself up. As she raised her hips, the dragon cock began to slip out of her, but where a stallion would just have widened her at one particular area, the little barbs seemed to tug at and stimulate every single fold of her sex. The blonde gasped for breath. The feeling was almost too much. She could only pull up for barely more than an inch, then carefully lowered herself again, not trusting her legs to hold her weight much longer with the experience almost wiping her mind. After a few seconds, she tried again: the feeling was barely less intense. Normally Applejack would be properly riding and bouncing up and down now, but she'd need a bit more time to get used to this new experience. So instead she started slowly gyrating her hips in circles, which allowed her to be perfectly in control of how strongly all the little barbs in her pussy tugged at her inner folds. She increased the range of her motions gradually, noting that the the most intense stimulation came from the crown of spikes that circled the bottom of the dragon's cock. It was amazing, it was exhilarating, and soon, it wasn't enough. Despite the fact that the it was almost painful, she started really moving her hips up and down, loving the feeling of being stretched wide time and again as the cock slid in and out of her. Her breasts bounced and the flesh of her ass and thighs wriggled each time she slapped herself hard against her lover's thighs. It was too good, it was too much: she needed Spike to cum, now, for she herself would not be able to hold on much longer. Desperately she clenched her inner muscles and grabbed Spike's second dick, rubbing it to drive him over the edge. It worked: she could feel her lover meet her thrusts, then his cock started spasming inside of her, filling her womb with spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum. She pressed his hot, twitching second cock against her clit, and the feeling of its crown rubbing against that sensitive nub of flesh drove her over the edge herself, her insides squeezing her lover's dick hard to coax out every last bit of semen, her cervix eagerly dipping down to drink it all. Applejack threw her head back, her throat constricted so much that it strangled what would elsewhise surely have been a scream of primal pleasure. A few seconds she kept sitting upright, even leaning back a little so that the cock inside would rub even more strongly against her g-spot, then collapsed on top of Spike, his hot and sticky spunk smeared over both their chests and stomachs.
Both lovers lay in the midday sun, panting deeply for breath. Spike wrapped his arms around his dear friend and even covered her with his large wings. Applejack felt the wonderful afterglow of an intense orgasm, but almost better yet was the feeling of being held in the strong arms of this amazing, huge, loving dragon. He nuzzled her brow, placing soft kisses on the top of her head. The girl wanted to reciprocate, kiss him back, but right now she was just too tired and needed a second to rest. The second became a minute, then more, and soon Applejack was soundly asleep in the arms of her new lover.
When Applejack awoke, the sun had moved on and it was clearly afternoon already.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Spike greeted her softly. “Anyone ever tell you that you're amazing?”
The earth pony returned his smile: “Been a while, actually. But it's always nice to hear.”
“Then I'll say it again: you are amazing and lovely and wonderful.” Spike accentuated his compliments with a soft and deep kiss that the mare was happy to respond to.
Kissing her lover and rubbing her breasts against his muscular chest was extremely pleasurable, but it also drew Applejack's attention to just how sticky her chest and her stomach … actually everything about her was. The farmer girl was no city mare who would throw a hissy fit at the slightest bit of dirt, but this felt a bit too grimy even for her.
A bit reluctantly she broke the kiss and parted from her younger lover: “I think I need a shower real bad. I don't even know why you want to cuddle with me like this.”
“I'd kiss you even if you had just been puked on by a hydra!”
Applejack's laughter was like golden bells in the midday sun: “Let's not actually try that one out. I really wanna go for a shower, but don't worry: the day ain't over yet.”
She winked at Spike as she got up and deliberately put a bit of sway in her step as she moved towards the house to give the dragon a nice view of her ass, feeling almost ashamed that her tail was already invitingly moving to the side again, exposing her sex to her lover's hungry eyes.
'I'm turning into a right nymph.' Applejack assessed self-critically, but couldn't find herself minding that one bit.
Not wanting to enter the comparatively dark and cool house, the mare chose to use the outdoor shower. The water cascading down over her was pleasantly warm – the water tank had absorbed the sun rays all day long – and the spray formed a miniature rainbow in front of her. As much fun as Applejack could have getting down and dirty, cleaning up was also a wonderful experience. Closing her eyes she leaned into the stream of water, enjoying the soft massage of the falling water droplets. The young mare rubbed herself down, relishing the feeling of her own wet skin, making sure she got all the gunk out so she'd be properly clean.
Something – a sound or a movement, she couldn't tell – caught her attention, and Applejack turned around to see Spike standing nearby, almost gawking at her, his cocks proudly standing at attention again.
“You spyin' on me, Loverboy?” the farmer girl asked jokingly, then, while the young dragon was still sputtering for an answer, continued: “Come over here, there's enough space for two to shower.”
Applejack had to suppress a laugh as Spike moved as quickly as he could without actually running. Her laugh turned into a surprised gasp, however, as the young dragon caught her in his arms and lifted her clean off her feet so that she'd be at perfect height for a deep and slow kiss. Sunrays, warm water and a lover's embrace on the Apple Acres … Applejack couldn't quite figure out why she hadn't done this earlier. Right – Rising Up. Somehow that really didn't seem important any more. Applejack hoped Spike felt the same.
If the two barbed cocks poking into her belly were any indication, then his attention was probably indeed elsewhere. It was hard to tell where one kiss ended and the next began, while Spike used his strong hands to clean and massage every bit of Applejack he could reach. The girl reciprocated, running her hands over her lover's body and exploring the thick strands of muscle that ran beneath his scales. Encouraged she wrapped her legs around Spike's thighs, resting her full weight on the dragon's legs. The burning desire between her legs made her rub her sex against the cocks trapped between her and the boy's stomach. In response her lover's kisses became more heated, more demanding, something Applejack quite enjoyed.
She could not wait any longer, but she didn't quite trust herself to this standing position: she had had two noteworthy workouts today already.
“Let me down!” she urged her lover gently.
When he complied she quickly turned around, rubbing her wet and round asscheeks against his groin, her tail eagerly whipping over his cocks: “This time you get to be in charge.”
Spike reached down and tried to line himself up with her dripping sex. He quickly found that due to their size difference, he'd have to bend his legs to make it work – he also pushed Applejack forward to get a better angle.
As the dragon rubbed the head of his cock up and down over the young mare's slit, she whined needily: “Come on, Loverboy! Don't tease me!”
The blonde girl felt the breath being knocked out of her when her mate pushed himself into her in a single, powerful stroke. She did not get a chance to compose herself as her lover eagerly drew back, then hilted himself inside her again.
This was both exhilarating and a little frightening. Applejack was glad she took the initiative at first – her being a bit more stretched out now and knowing the feeling of the barbed cock moving inside of her already allowed her to enjoy the experience rather than be completely overwhelmed. Despite that the girl quickly found that her strength left her and she was worried she might fall, but Spike held her tight so there was no danger of that. Her eager lover pressed her against the wall, his powerful thrusts literally lifting her off her feet. His front cock was sandwiched between her sex and the wall, stimulating her clit each time the young dragon moved his hips.
The thrusts were hard, deep and fast, each of them forcing a throaty moan from Applejack's lips as the very air was pushed from her lungs. Her breasts were rubbing against the wall and her ass and hips smacked by her lover's wet, scaly thighs. There was no way she was going to be able to last long – but neither would Spike for all she could tell. He was nuzzling her ear, panting in a deep and throaty voice that just added to the sexiness of it all.
Applejack couldn't take it any more. She spread her legs as far as she could, inviting Spike to just take her, tilting her hips in time with his thrusts to get him even deeper in her lava-hot, dripping sex. With a strangled cry, Applejack came, her sex spasming rhythmically around the barbed cock. Spike wasn't quite there yet, so he kept moving, the barbs tugging at the mare's clenching folds, the pointed head of his cock poking the blonde so very deeply inside her stomach, until with a deep growl he also came, thrusting a few more times while Applejack felt her insides be flooded with deliciously hot cum.
The two of them collapsed, Spike making sure that his girlfriend landed on top of him. They both were panting for breath – while this encounter had been short, that had been made up for by the intensity of their sex. After managing to get a bit of air into her lungs, Applejack started laughing: “Now we get to shower all over again!”
The two of them were finally back in their clothes. The sun had lost a lot of its strength already, slowly sinking towards the horizon.
“These things give me the creeps.” Spike admitted uncomfortably, dragging one of the new magical scarecrows to it's place on the fields they had ploughed this morning. “No wonder Fluttershy hates them.”
“Awww … is our big, strong dragon scared of some magical moving puppets?” Applejack teased laughing. “And here I thought you were all grown up now.”
Her new lover rammed the scarecrow into the earth, then scooped the blonde mare up in his arms: “I'll show you just how grown up I am!”, he growled playfully.
A familiar voice from a bit away wiped the smile off Applejack's face: “Hey sis! We're back!”
The orange earth pony practically jumped out of Spike's arms, making sure her clothing was straightened out as she turned to look at her siblings returning with a wagon full of new farming gear. Just as she felt her cheeks redden from embarrassment and worry what her siblings might have seen, the girl noticed the brief, dejected frown that slid over her dragon friend's face, before it was wilfully suppressed and replaced by a mask of indifference. Now, this would not do. Swallowing her own nervousness, Applejack reached over and put her arm around Spike, pulling him close and placing a kiss on his neck, the highest part of him she could reach. Consequences be damned, she would not do this to her friend. It just wasn't fair. She could see Big Mac's mouth moving silently as if he was chewing – he did not seem happy about this at all – but Apple Bloom's eyes almost lit up at what she saw. Spike on the other hand seemed to be downright surprised, and while Applejack didn't show it she felt her heart break a little by that her friend had fully expected she would not publicly acknowledge him. But this was the right thing to do. So maybe some people wouldn't like it and talk behind her back … to hell with them. Spike had always been loyal and generous towards her, he deserved to be treated the same way.
While Big Mac appeared to still mull things over, Apple Bloom seemed to be over the moon: “Oh, this is great! Will uncle Spike be staying here tonight?”
Spike glanced over at Applejack, timidly resting his hand on her side above her hip, before replying carefully: “I'd love to, Apple Bloom, but I'm afraid I'll still have to go back and take care of things for Twilight. You know that if I don't make sure she does, she'll probably forget to eat again.”
Noticing that the young redhead was obviously a bit disappointed by that, the dragon continued: “But I'm sure I can still stay for a while longer – maybe help you prepare dinner before I go.”
The girl's face brightened quickly at these words. “That'd be awesome. Can you make onion cake for us? It's my favourite.”
After shooting a quick glance at Applejack, Spike reached out and gently ruffled Apple Bloom's hair: “If you have the ingredients, and if your big sis says it's all right, then sure. I'd be glad to.”
Somehow seeing how good Spike still was with children made Applejack feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He mixed gentleness with a playful innocence that often made foals quickly forget he was an omnivorous predator. When Cheerilee would bring her classes over, usually the kids wanted Spike to teach them rather than Twilight. Though that might have something to do with how the smart unicorn often ended up explaining things in such a complicated way that Applejack herself had a tough time figuring out what she was saying. Sometimes it was hard not feeling stupid next to Twilight.
Big Mac pulled the heavy wagon alone into the tool shed without another word. With her strong but silent brother it was sometimes hard to say whether he was upset, mulling things over or just didn't feel like talking.
Apple Bloom was pulling Spike away by his hand, eagerly telling him about her day. The young dragon surprised his pony friend by quickly grabbing her and whirling the happily squealing girl around in the air before setting her down again. Despite the fact that Apple Bloom was about to become of age, she still enjoyed such shenanigans to the fullest, and had more than once told naysayers that she had way more fun being childish when she felt like it than anyone acting all grown up and refined. Applejack swallowed a sigh: her younger sister had had little enough of a childhood as it was, with them having to run the farm from a very early age. She deserved what fun she could get now.
The setting sun cast everything in a reddish-gold hue. Apple Bloom, cheerily laughing and hanging on to Spike, pulling him by his arm towards their house, reminded Applejack of herself when she was younger … or more accurately, of how she herself might have been if things had been just a little bit easier. A long day of work lay behind the blonde earth pony: one fourth of a barn painted, two fields tilled and seeded, and the scarecrows to keep away the birds had been put up. Not quite what she and Spike could have achieved if they had done nothing but work, but also definitely more than she would have expected to get done alone. Her muscles were pleasantly sore, and in front of her walked her new lover, often carefully glancing back to her, talking and playing with what almost was like a younger version of herself. The mare looked forward to eating the delicious dinner that Spike would cook for her … surrounded by her family.
Applejack decided that though this was not perfect, for now, it was good.
The door to Twilight's home was kicked open with such force it almost flew off the handles.
“Ya ready, Spike?!” the proudly posing pegasus proclaimed loudly.
Rainbow Dash had chosen her entry perfectly: she looked as amazing and breathtaking as ever. Her cut off jeans showed off her muscular legs pretty much up to her butt, while her tight tank top revealed an abs you could grind cheese on. She had even specifically positioned a cloud to reflect some of the just barely rising sun's light back onto herself, the warming rays caught in her hair to give her a rainbow coloured halo. Those geometry lessons Twilight had forced on her had proven to be surprisingly useful. Having an egghead as a friend did have it's perks.
Spike, on the other hand, looked like he had just crawled out from under a rock.
While Dash didn't usually get up this early, she could summon the energy to be awesome at any time, anywhere, but had found that her dragon friend really, really needed some time in the morning to get going. Something she enjoyed reminding him of.
“GmnDashGnnaneedamnte” Spike mumbled, trying to get himself into a presentable shape.
“What's that?” Dash laughed loudly, amused by Spike's morning sluggishness.
“I'll be right back.” This time it almost sounded like proper words.
Dash leaned comfortably against the doorframe while the dragon briefly disappeared into the bathroom. The pegasus chuckled lightly as she heard quiet sounds of discomfort from the room Spike now was in: he was probably using cold water in an attempt to wake up quicker and make himself presentable.
Indeed, as Spike re-emerged his scales were still slightly moist and he had that light glow about him that came from greatly increased circulation. A sight, Dash found, that she wouldn't mind enjoying more often.
“So are you finally ready to get going?” she asked with faked annoyance.
“Good morning, Dash. Sorry, I'll need a little longer: I still need to prepare breakfast and lunch for Twilight.”
“You'd think that girl would one day grow up and manage to feed herself.”
“I heard that, Dash.” Twilight was not only up uncharacteristically early, she also looked more awake than one would expect at this time of day.
The pegasus was slightly surprised that Twilight was out of her bed already and had heard her, but she was not one to back down: “Well, it's time someone told you! You've been relying on Spike for … just about anything except magic and talking. You are literally the only one of us who can't cook.”
Spike poked his head out of the kitchen: “Not everyone can be awesome at everything like you are, Dash. Some just need to be super awesome at one particular thing, like Twilight is with magic.”
Dash replied with her nose in the air: “And I'm super awesome at flying!”
“That you are. Would you like a second breakfast of butter scones with bitter orange jam as a prize?”
'Damn Spike.' Dash cursed inwardly. Sneaky little bastard knew her favourites inside out and how to avert a good fight before it had even started. Loudly she continued in an unimpressed tone: “Oh well, can't be helped I guess. But you better be aware that I'll make you sweat off every gram that you eat now later.”
“Warning noted and understood. Coffee will be ready in a minute.”
While Dash seriously thought that Twilight should eventually learn how to live on her own, she had to admit that how loyal Spike was to his sister was kind of cute.
Twilight had sat down at the table, reading in a large tome and paying little attention to the pegasus' antics, barely even acknowledging Spike as he laid out a lavishly luxurious breakfast – at least by Dash's standards, whose breakfast usually consisted of black coffee and cornflakes – only humming contentedly as she sipped her morning drink, doubtlessly prepared exactly how she liked it best.
As Spike loaded the table with more and more delicious goodies, Dash couldn't help but notice: “I'll admit I'm kind of jealous of you getting your breakfast served and your meals cooked for you. You really live like a princess.”
Twilight shot the pegasus a glance: “Well, he's my dragon, so you can't have him. Though I guess I could let you move into the guest room.”
Rainbow Dash was honestly surprised: “Wow ... That's really nice of you, Twilight. But thanks, I'll stay in my cloudominium: I don't wanna give up my freedom to just drop my clothes wherever I feel like or have spontaneous after parties at three in the morning.” From the look Spike gave Dash, he was obviously just imagining what her dropping her clothes whenever she felt like it might look like.
Twilight's ear twitched in irritation: “Could you please refrain from giving my dragon a nosebleed?”
Rainbow Dash couldn't help but notice how her friend kept using the possessive phrase 'my dragon'. And of course she couldn't resist teasing Twilight about it. She put her arm around Spike and pulled him close, snuggling up to him which made the boy look like he might indeed pop a blood vessel: “Awww … don't worry. I'm sure Spike can handle a little adult entertainment.”
Twilight's ear kept twitching, but she chose to bury her face in her coffee rather than answering.
Realizing she'd have to really push boundaries to get more of a reaction out of Twilight, Dash chose to get up and pull Spike with her: “Well, this was fun and all but we really need to get going. We have quite a flight ahead of us and I want to use this beautiful day to the fullest. Oh, and could you cast the spell for Spike to be able to walk on clouds, please? Just in case.”
The unicorn still looked slightly irritated, but closed her eyes and let her horn glow with magic as she acceeded to her friend's wishes. “You two have fun, but I want my dragon back in one piece!”
“No promises!”
Not skipping a beat the rainbow-haired pegasus pulled a slightly worried looking Spike after her, her feet lifting off the ground barely after she had gotten through the door.
Despite being one of the best fliers in Equestria, Rainbow Dash couldn't quite lift an adolescent dragon, so, tugging him upwards by his hand, she urged: “Come on! Come on! Time's a wasting, let's fly! I need to train you back into shape!”
Her scaly friend seemed much less enthused by the idea: “Aww, Dash, I've been working like a horse on the Apple Acres yesterday. My muscles feel like I got a massage from a hydra. Can't I just take it slow for one day?”
Dash shot him a withering look: “And just how much did you fly over there? Right. I thought so! Wing muscles are a completely different set of muscles from legs and arms, so quit your whining, Mr. 'I drag my wings along the ground'! It's not your mouth that's supposed to be flapping right now.”
Knowing there was no way he'd change his friend's mind, Spike sighed and took off with slow but powerful wing strokes.
Satisfied to have her chosen pupil finally airborne, Rainbow Dash let go of his hand and used the currents to gain altitude and speed quickly. Her pupil followed much more sluggishly, but at least he seemed to remember most of what she'd already taught him, and to be getting more into it by the minute. Rainbow Dash whooped as she did a quick series of loopings and rolls just for the joy of it, before flying closer to her training partner so they could actually talk: “Time to let the real work out begin. It's tag time!”
Her protege was obviously not enthused by the prospect: “Oh damn … do we have to?”
“Can't have something like last fight happen again.”
Spike winced at the memory. While he was notably stronger and tougher than a pony, when fighting against something the size of a hydra it was agility and dodging skill that counted – getting smacked into a mountainside had driven home that point quite painfully. Unfortunately, with his higher mass also came greater inertia, meaning that while he could fly quite fast, changing course was harder for him than for any pegasus. So to help him train that, Rainbow Dash had come up with the 'tag'-game: quite simply, she flew full speed around Spike, trying to touch him, and the young dragon was to avoid getting touched. Given how fast Rainbow Dash moved, even though she just tapped Spike, each touch felt like a punch and would leave black and blue spots beneath the dragon's scales.
Dash knew that the training was tough, but better hard training than loosing a fight when it mattered.
The star flyer quickly found what she had anticipated: Spike had actually gotten worse since the last time they trained together. The young dragon probably hadn't trained on his own at all. Rainbow Dash did her best to suppress her disgruntlement: she was really annoyed with Spike, and while she could understand his wish to help out his friends, training had to come first, for he was the only other flyer in her team she could rely on if something bad happened again. But right now was probably not the right time to chew him out about that. She'd just have to work him extra hard to make up for lost time.
Spike was quickly panting and grunting, trying his best to avoid Rainbow's taps but failing more often than not. Dash had to admit that while his aerial skills were of course leagues worse than her own, and not even half as good as the worst Wonderbolt, his stamina certainly wasn't bad, and he was still one of the best flyers in Ponyville.
Despite her annoyance at her pupil's lack of initiative, Rainbow Dash quickly found herself having more fun than she had had all month. While he certainly wasn't on her level, Spike could at least keep up with her, and training with someone else was just so much more fun than flying alone. And though he might mope a little at times, he didn't immediately quit as soon as things got a little rougher and stuck with her through the training even if it got a bit more exhausting, compared to some rather disappointing local pegasi she had tried to work out with. Dash whooped and laughed while she was literally flying circles around the grunting dragon. Her high spirits got the better of her, and on her next approach she tackled her larger friend and started tickling him mercilessly.
“Stop! Don't!” Spike desperately managed to get out between bouts of involuntary laughter which was joined by the excited pegasus. Of course, twitching and cramping from the pony's tickling spree, the dragon wasn't able to continue flying, and the two of them plummeted down together. Dash laughed and screamed in excitement as the wind brushed through her mane and the ground shot closer. While Spike started panicking the star flier kept her eye on their altitude, and stopped tickling just high enough so that her dragon friend would be able to pull back up and even out in a fast glide. Unfortunately she hadn't quite factored in that Spike had lost some flying skills due to inactivity and just how tired the young dragon was. Within just fractions of a second Dash realized that he wasn't going to be able to pull up in time and dove after him. The massive male crashed through several trees and left a veritable cleft in the ground before coming to a stop with a cringe-inducing 'thump' against a larger boulder.
“Dear Celestia!” Dash exclaimed in shock as she landed next to her motionless friend. “Are you all right? Spike! Answer me!”
After a frightful second she got her reply in a pained groan and a dull: “Ouch.” from inside the newly created dirt hill Spike's head was stuck in.
With relief flooding her to the very core, after a moment of fright Dash couldn't help but laugh. Not long later, her dragon friend pulled his head out of the dirt, and shot her an angry glare for a second before he started cracking, too, and laughed along with his boisterous friend. Rainbow Dash lay on top of him, hugging him, and laughed and laughed and laughed until she cried. She didn't quite rightly know when the change came, how the tears of laughter turned to another kind of tears, but Spike just held her and gently stroked her back while she let go of some of the tension that had been building up in her over the last days. Dash's crying fit didn't last long, but it was quite unusual for the young pegasus to cry, ever. Spike didn't say anything, which the young mare quietly appreciated. She just kept lying in the young dragon's embrace, idly tracing patterns on his muscled chest in comfortable silence.
It was minutes later that the star flier finally spoke up: “Back in Cloudsdale, I messed up a lot. Wanted to get into flight team in kindergarten, but just couldn't make it and got into a lot of trouble for starting a fight over it. In high school, I tried out for cheer-flyer, but those snobbish bitches didn't care how good I was at flying, just that I looked more like a boy than a girl as they said. Almost got kicked out of school for pranking them in return. When I created the first Sonic Rainboom, everyone claimed I was lying about it and I got into tons of fights again, and eventually actually did get expelled. After that I applied to the Wonderbolts … That maybe was a bit overambitious, and barely anyone even gets to the try outs, so I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they turned me down. And with all those things not working out … sure, I was disappointed, but I never let it keep me down. I knew, deep in my heart, eventually I would do it, eventually I'd be able to show everyone just how great I am. And, sure, I was pissed at the time when I was turned down, but in part I loved that it was hard, that I wouldn't get what I wanted easily. The competition, the fight for what I want is something I really enjoy. But the way 'losers' are treated in Cloudsdale really rubbed me the wrong way. That's why I didn't mind moving out with Fluttershy.”
“That was really nice of ...” Spike began, only to be interrupted by his pegasus friend: “Spike? Shut up.”
Obediently, Spike complied with a grin, well aware that being praised for something like that was one of the few things that would make Rainbow Dash uncomfortable.
Shaking her head disapprovingly, the blue-furred mare continued: “I just never wanted to be a jerk, like so many other Pegasi in Cloudsdale are. But being around all these sensitive ponies here in Ponyville is like living in a world made of paper towels. There was quite little that I missed when moving away from Cloudsdale, but … everything's quite different here, you know? Everyone acts different. I love Fluttershy, I really do, but if I let out even one percent of my wildness around her, she'd hide terrified in her cottage for a week. It's part of why I liked being with Gilda so much: it was great to have someone to fly with and she could actually compete with me, and no matter who won our little contests, we'd just joke around and do another one. Applejack is awesome, because she can actually handle herself in a competition against me and can take losing without breaking into tears. But she can't fly. You are the only male flyer around who I can actually let loose with, because normally you also can take losing and aren't super sensitive and immediately crushed just 'cause I prove that I'm actually better at … well, just about anything, I guess. Out of all my friends in Ponyville, you are the only one who I can do this kind of reckless bullshit with. Even Pinkie, believe it or not, is surprisingly sensible when you get to know her. I kind of need you for all my stupid stunts. Who else am I supposed to fly with? So, what I'm trying to say is … don't go and scare us like that again, you hear? What you did was dumb, and I know ALL about doing dumb shit!”
Spike was kind of embarrassed about being scolded by Rainbow Dash, but she had a way of criticizing people that let them feel she disapproved of their actions, rather than of them as persons. “I'm sorry. I kinda lost it. But you're right: it was dumb. Can we just write it off as me failing this time and move on?”
“That's the spirit! Don't let anything that stupid pull you down!” The star flyer reached out a fist to Spike: “You know the only reason I'm the most awesome pony in Equestria is because you're a dragon.”
Though he did not quite sound convinced, Spike answered their old joke, reversed from how it was usually told, returning the fist-bump: “And the only reason I'm the most awesome dragon in Equestria is because you're a pony.”
“I miss my old Spike.” Rainbow Dash stated. “I miss the buddy I'd go and do the most reckless stunts with.”
“Remember the slide at the stone farm?” Spike chuckled.
The pegasus hid her face in her hands, but couldn't help giggling herself: “Oh god, don't remind me! I couldn't look Maud in the eyes for two years.”
“And the Griffon-cake for Celestia?”
Between fits of laughter, Dash answered: “I really thought we were going to get banished for that one.”
Laughing as well, the dragon answered: “We're lucky our ruler has a good sense of hum...”
His sentence was cut short by Rainbow Dash's lips on his. Spike was surprised, and his first instinct was to pull back when his friend began aggressively kissing him, invading his mouth with her tongue, but the back of his head was blocked by the dirt hill he had created. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of her lithe but muscular form lying on top of him as she groped him and started rubbing one of her legs against his groin. Dash was without any doubt sexy, and Spike could feel part of himself trying to slip from its sheath, so he desperately tried to think about the time when he walked in on Discord in the shower.
After a couple of seconds where she was just about devouring Spike's mouth and explored up to the furthest reaches of his throat with her tongue, Dash finally broke the kiss, grinning widely.
Spike on the other hand looked positively uncomfortable: if the same had happened just a little bit earlier he would have been more than happy to respond to the pegasus' advances, but now he felt that he had other obligations. Scared that he might upset or even hurt his dear friend, but also feeling honour-bound to tell her immediately, Spike stammered: “I was with Applejack yesterday.”
The response could not have been more of a surprise to the young dragon: “Heh, yeah, I know. How was she?”
Spike looked at the grinning pegasus and blinked: “Come again?”
Dash laughed at his wide-eyed stare: “I hope she did. Seriously, how was the sex with AJ?”
“Wait, wait … you know already?”
“Well, not all of it, of course. But you know, everything that happened got us talking – us six, I mean – and we both realized how much you mean to us and how you've really been sold short in the romantic department. So us girls decided we'd give you the week of your life: you'll be having a date with a different girl each day and we'll show you how much you mean to us and have fun with you any way we want.”
“Uh … Uhm … “ Spike didn't know how to ask the question that was most pressing on his mind right now without being a jerk.
Fortunately for him, Rainbow Dash both knew him well enough to be able to guess what it was, and as his good pal wasn't upset about it, so she answered grinning: “Yes, even Rarity. You'll be having a date with her tomorrow.” After a moment's pause she continued: “Can't tell you more than this, though: we agreed that each of us would go on a date with you, but how far that goes is up to each girl individually. So it's possible she'll just drag you along on a shopping tour to carry her stuff as usual and have dinner with you and you won't even get a kiss from her at the end of the day. Dunno how she feels about all this; you'll have to find that out for yourself.”
“And … uhm … all you girls are fine with …” Spike's eyes travelled down Rainbow Dash's neck to the cleavage of the sports shirt she was wearing.
“Well, we talked about what a hunk of a man you are, and how you're actually quite sexy, and, well, some of us already said that we intend to enjoy our date to the fullest. So everyone knows what's happening and they'll just have to figure out for themselves what they want.”
Spike couldn't quite suppress a whine as the young mare's hand slid into his underpants.
“And I know what I want ...” the young mare almost growled as she groped her not quite unwilling victim. Eagerly rubbing her breasts against the dragon's muscular chest, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Dash kissed Spike's neck … and promptly started to sputter and spit.
“Blegh! You taste like dirt!”
Spike raised an eyebrow and cast a sideways glance at the fresh mound of earth his involuntary crash landing had created.
The pegasus had no intention of acknowledging that: “Come on, get up! We better get going towards our destination. I got a perfect solution for everything there!”
“Where are we going anyways?”
“You'll find out when we get there.”
Recognizing with a sigh that there was no way for him to get a clear answer from Dash right now, Spike rose and took off after the star flier. This position gave him a perfect view of her shapely legs and toned ass – the pegasus had cut off the jeans she was wearing to the point where they were basically hotpants, something Spike quietly appreciated.
About half an hour of flight later they finally arrived at Rainbow Dash's chosen destination: a crystal clear mountain lake surrounded by trees. No sign of civilization could be seen, and the only sounds came from birds and bees.
“Here we are!” the mare announced as she landed: “I've been meaning to try out this lake ever since I found it.”
“This is really a nice spot.” Spike observed. “However I didn't bring any …”
His words died on his tongue as Dash simply pulled her tank top over her head and began shimmying out of her pants. The young dragon took note that his pegasus friend hadn't been wearing a bra all this time. Spike continued gawking at the young mare's toned body as Dash kicked off her sneakers and without further ado pulled down her pragmatic white panties. When the rainbow-haired pegasus turned around and found Spike still fully clothed, she crossed her arms under her small breasts with a frown: “What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you're hung up about skinny dipping with me?”
Now that was a prospect that Spike most certainly would look forward to, but there were actually practical fears that sprung up: they were in a region he didn't know, and Twilight was nowhere near to tell ponies that he wasn't some wild dragon about to do something untoward to a beautiful young mare, so he asked: “I'm not worried about you, but what if someone else sees?”
Dash, oblivious to Spike's worries, stretched her arms towards the sky and twirled in place, her mane and tail swishing behind her in an alluring rainbow, and exclaimed jubilantly: “Then let them see! I'm awesome! I know! Of course they want to stare!” Stopping, she grinned devilishly at Spike: “Don't worry. I promise nothing will fall off just because someone looks.”
Turning around Dash started to sprint towards the lake: “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
Spike shook his head. Rainbow Dash's self-confidence was unbelieveable. He began undressing as well, watching the young mare run into the water with an excited squeal as she found that the mountain lake was indeed as cold as one would expect. He took his time shedding his clothes, being in no hurry to stop watching the young athlete frolic in the spring sun. Dash, however, being almost knee deep in the water, wasn't keen on waiting. The pegasus turned around, and, finding Spike still in the process of undressing, impatiently put her hands on her hips: “What's taking you so long, slowpoke?”
Spike smirked and slooowly folded his clothes: “Just enjoying the view here.”
Dash, realizing that honey might be more useful than vinegar this time, decided to switch up tactics. She ran her palms down the sides of her body, shimmying her hips before bringing her hands back up the front as she rose again, crowning the sequence by holding up her own breasts: “Come on, Spike! I know you want some of this!”
It took Spike a moment to realize he was gawking open mouthed, but he didn't find it in him to chastise himself: it just seemed the appropriate reaction to Dash's remarkable un-bashfulness.
“Where in heaven did you learn to move like that?” he asked after a few seconds, somehow out of breath even though he hadn't moved at all.
The young pony blinked, surprised, before a realization dawned on her face: “Oh right, you never went clubbing with us, so you've never seen me dance. Well, you were too young to be allowed to come with us before, but now … Tell you what: you convince Twilight to go clubbing with us again, and you get to join in. It'll be fun!”
Spike knew enough to immediately be a little suspicious: “Why do you need me to convince Twilight?”
“Well … there was that one time when Pinkie and me took her out clubbing in Manehatten. The first and only time she went with us, too. We happened to run into the one bouncer in all of Equestria who doesn't know what the Bearers of the Elements look like, and he tells Twilight he can't let her in without an ID. I thought I'd die laughing.” The pegasus giggled at the memory.
The sorceress' assistant sighed, well aware of just how unhappy Twilight was with how her body still looked like a filly's, and shook his head: “Damn. It'll be very hard to get her to try that again.”
The rainbow-haired mare swayed her hips suggestively, undulating her body as if she was dancing on an invisible pole, then reached up to ruffle her mane as she blew a kiss at Spike: “I'll make it worth your while! You can watch me and Pinkie practice kissing.”
The dragon stared open mouthed, again, his mind creating a most vivid image of what Dash was promising to show him. He had heard rumours, of course, but had always thought them to be wishful thinking on the part of spurned stallions (and maybe a few hopeful mares). It was certainly a display he was most eager to watch.
Since Spike was just staring rather than reacting, Dash decided to up the ante: “If you can catch me, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Spike had to swallow hard at that statement, but decided that things had progressed too far for him to back down now. With a low growl he advanced towards Rainbow Dash: “You better don't regret your words soon, lady.”
The pegasus' response was a hearty laugh: “Make me!”
The dragon dashed forward to catch the teasing girl, but she easily danced out of reach, deliberately waiting until his claws had almost closed around her and escaping only at the very last moment. Frustrated, Spike tried again, and again, and again, but every time Dash moved out of range just in the nick of time, sometimes even letting his claws barely touch her, and every time she evaded capture she had a catty remark for the increasingly irate young dragon:
“Wow, that was really close. Maybe if I'd been petrified, you would actually have been able to touch me. You wanna go look for a cockatrice?” “Look, just … wake me up when you start trying, ok?” “And to think I didn't even know that dragons were hibernating in spring!” “Well, at least now you get to watch my victory dance … from a safe distance.” “Now just imagine what you could do to me if you weren't slower than my pet turtle. Guess that's all you're going to be able to do. Imagine.” “Awww... frustrated again? Maybe you just don't have what it takes to fuck the Dashie!”
Spike was literally starting to see red. The alluring mare danced in front of him, just out of reach, so close that he could smell her, mocking him, taunting him, deriding him with every word and movement. In a way, at that moment for Spike she stood for all the mares he had met that looked down on him for what he was, seeing him as little more than Twilight's pet, who they could do with what they wanted. He had to catch her. But fury alone wasn't going to get him anywhere: Rainbow Dash was just too fast and too skilled, and he too heavy to be able to follow her swift manoeuvres. Spike forced himself to breathe calmly, and reminded himself of what Twilight had taught him: if the other was faster, stronger or bigger than oneself, then one just had to be smarter.
If Dash hadn't been so busy performing her newest victory dance, holding up her breasts before clapping on her own butt as she shook it in Spike's direction, taunting him with: “You want these? Of course you want these! Shame you're too much of a slowpoke to ever get me! Too bad.” she might have noticed the determined glint in the young dragon's eyes and been warned that things wouldn't quite continue as they had.
Once more Spike rushed towards Dash, once more she danced out of reach just at the last moment, and not for the first time this day Spike fell forward, about to splash face first into the cold water. Rainbow Dash turned around, ready to point and laugh as she had done many times before that day, but realized as she did that she had fallen for Spike's ploy. The dragon had only faked the fall, and brought down his wings with all the force he could muster, smashing them into the water to propel himself forwards the last foot of distance that separated him from the star flier. The rainbow-haired mare had been caught by surprise by this move, for it was one neither she herself nor any pegasus could have pulled off: their wings, built for speed, lacked the brute strength of a those of a dragon, and if they got wet they wouldn't be able to fly. Rainbow Dash turned around again, attempting to flee, but before she could even move the massive dragon was upon her, his weight slamming her into the ground. A brief spike of fear shot through her heart at the feeling of being caught by an apex predator, her legs still in the icy cold water while her face was pressed into the muddy bank of the lake, but of course this was all just pranks and play between two good friends.
“Heh … guess you finally caught me …” the young mare laughed, surprised by the nervousness in her voice. The incredibly throaty growl that came from somewhere deep, deep within the dragon pinning her down reverberated through the pegasus' body, turning something primal in her stomach to hot mush.
“Time to pay, loudmouth.” Spike snarled into the young mare's ear in a voice more masculine than anything Dash had ever heard. The sound alone made her go completely slack and stopped any conscious thought, there was only the feeling of being held and pinned down by someone so strong and powerful. Dash's thoughts were kickstarted again, though, when she felt something very hot and hard poke against her nether lips.
“Now … Wait … Just …” Dash wasn't yet capable of formulating proper thoughts, much less a real sentence, as a new rush of adrenaline flooded her bloodstream. Part of her wasn't ready for this, didn't want this, and was afraid, while another, more primal part of her was already screaming in delighted glee for something that the pegasus herself had never experienced, but that was memorized in her genetic code none the less. And that Spike wasn't waiting for her consent, that he was taking her through strength and force, only made it better.
After a few seconds of poking and prodding, and before Rainbow Dash had managed to compose herself enough to be able to speak properly again, Spike had finally lined up one of his spears with the young mare's pussy, and, his mind still drunk with ire from the pegasus' incessant teasing, thrust forward with all the strength and viciousness he could muster. Feeling her hymen torn savagely, and her pussy stretched further and more brutally than ever before, forced an agonized wail from Rainbow Dash's throat. The anguished scream shocked Spike back to reality, and he found himself looking down at his friend and trainer, who had a pained grimace on her face and tears spilling from her eyes. For a moment he couldn't understand where he was, what was happening, but the hot, vice-like grip around his cock left little doubt of what he had done. Spike was shocked: this wasn't him! He wouldn't do something like that. But he had. Horrified at himself, he tried to pull out, but the movement drew another suffering whimper from the young pegasus, making him stop.
“Oh Celestia … Oh no! Oh no! I'm so sorry! Oh please no!” Spike began to babble panically.
“Spike!” Rainbow Dash's pained voice made him look at her tear-filled eyes.
“I'm so, so sorry, Dash!” Spike began, but was interrupted by the pony again.
“Spike.”
The young dragon swallowed hard, waiting in silence for the words that would surely convict him of the worst sins.
“Is this the best you can do?”
Spike blinked. Twice. There was a huge, shit-eating grin on Rainbow Dash's face. Slowly it dawned on the young dragon that he had just been most expertly pranked.
“Why … You …” A quite rare fury started to flare in the purple dragon's stomach. Rainbow Dash got him again! There was no holding back now. With an angry growl, he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was still inside the young mare, then rammed himself forward with all the force he could muster.
Another moan that was almost a scream was forced from Dash's lips, but now Spike didn't care any more at all. She wouldn't trick him this time! Furiously he pounded the pegasus mare with all the strength he had in him.
Dash lay beneath the dragon, trying her hardest not to scream too loudly. She finally had Spike where she wanted him. It hurt, it really did, and felt so good at the same time. Spike was above her, his massive weight pinning her to the ground, one of his claws gripping her hips, the other shoving her face into the mud. The dragon's second cock was sandwiched between Dash's butt cheeks, it's searing warmth contrasting strongly with the icy cold water around her legs, and feeling it slide against her was more pleasurable than Dash ever would have imagined. Each of Spike's vicious thrusts shoved Dash an inch or two further along the shoreline, grinding her stomach and breasts into the slick mud. She tried to fight back a little, get some more control, but now that he had her, she had no chance with the dragon's far superiour size and weight. Being forced to take him like this allowed Dash to experience his immense strength and power in a most arousing way, and the pain just made it even better and more intense. Every time Spike pulled out he went until his cock was just about to slip from the young mare's sex, then rammed himself back in to the hilt with all the force he could muster. The pegasus was a small pony and she felt Spike bottoming out with each thrust, the head of his cock battering against her cervix, demanding entrance to her womb. The punches against this most vulnerable place of hers hurt, in the best possible way.
Still pressing rainbow-haired mare's head forcefully into the lake's bank, Spike slowly licked the side of her face from her neck up to her ear and snarled: “Not so smug now, are you?” his voice still tinted with resentment.
Dash wanted to tell Spike that indeed, he had now conquered her, was subjugating her, and that she loved every second of it, but his incessant, harsh thrusts kept forcing the air from her lungs in slightly pained gasps and moans. Slowly, the pain of being stretched and pummelled morphed into something else, something hot and amazing in her lower abdomen, more intense and pleasurable than anything the pegasus had ever experienced before. The heat grew with each stroke, every time her body was pushed further along the beach, her nipples and clit grinding against the slick mud of the shore. It spread and intensified, consuming more and more of her body, until finally it boiled over and melted the very core of Rainbow Dash. It wasn't so much an orgasm as a string of small orgasms, each one aborted as Spike once again forced all of himself into the young pony's tight opening, then started anew the moment the dragon hilted himself in the deepest part of the young mare. It was quite different from anything that the pegasus had ever achieved on her own, but in a most pleasurable and amazing way.
The mare's spasms lasted for more than a minute, leaving Rainbow Dash completely exhausted in the fullfilling orgasmic afterglow, Spike still kept ploughing her from behind with his amazing strength and stamina. Now that the pony was relaxed after her climax, his thrusts barely hurt any more, and while she was nowhere near another orgasm Dash quite enjoyed both the feeling of being filled over and over, and the dragon's hungry moans and grunts as he took pleasure in her body. The star flier did her best to clench her buttocks to grip and massage the cock that kept sliding pleasurably against her asshole, but her lover's incessant pounding made any controlled effort quite difficult. Dash still could do nothing but just lie there and take it, let Spike have his way with her however he wanted, and she loved the feeling of him using her body for his pleasure.
After a while she could tell his thrusts were coming faster, more eager, more needy with each second: he was getting close. Rainbow Dash felt the intense desire to feel him pump her full to the brim with his seed. His groans right next to her ear were hungry, heavy with need, and where his at first his thrusts were meant to subjugate her he now just pounded her as rapidly as he could. She could feel his strength, his endurance, and felt exhilarated that she had reduced this powerful beast to such a state of desperate need. There still was little she could physically do, but she moaned as sexily as she could and clenched her pussy around his dick, urging him to breed her, use her tight quim to bring himself to completion. A couple more hard stabs, then he held himself completely still inside her, just his cock pulsing in her folds, and a moment later she could feel spurt after spurt of his almost scalding dragon seed filling her up inside. At the same time she could also feel his second cock between her asscheeks pump out its load, and the hot semen spattering on her lower back and running down her side. It felt damned good, and Dash continued to milk the dragon by rhythmically clenching her sex and her asscheeks. Spike let out a drawn-out shuddering groan as he orgasmed deep inside the young mare.
After what seemed like forever, even though it had only been a couple of seconds, Spike was finally done, and the young boy collapsed on top of Rainbow Dash, who found herself sandwiched between muscular dragon meat and the muddy shore of the lake. For quite a while that was quite pleasant, both her and her partner resting motionlessly after their intense lovemaking, but eventually Dash did find it hard to breathe with the massive dragon on top of her and started to squirm, trying to get to a better position. Spike, attentive as always, noticed, and rolled over keeping Dash in a firm embrace. With a broad smile he kissed her, mud and all, and warmly commented: “That was amazing.”
Dash's response was unusually quiet: “Yes you were.”
Spike hummed contentedly. It was only a couple of seconds later that the words sunk in: “Wait … What?”
Dash gave him another peck and grinned up at him: “I said: 'Yes, I am.'”
The young dragon shook his head, not quite certain whether he had misheard: “Well … where you're right, you're right.” For now he was happy just to lie there, embracing the young pegasus and enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.
For quite some time – more than half an hour – the star flier laid still in the young man's arms, exhausted and thoroughly pleased, but eventually her inborn desire to move stirred, and the mud and drying seed that initially were fun and kinda hot were starting to become a bit yucky. So she propped herself up, gave Spike another peck on the lips and told him: “I'm gonna go wash up.”
Spike knew he should do the same, but he still felt too exhausted, and additionally staying on the ground afforded him a very nice upwards view of the athlete's trim body. What drew his attention away from her shapely ass and toned legs, however, was the alarming colour of blood on her inner thighs.
“Oh no! I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Dash, looking back, gave him a little smile: “Not in any way I didn't like … or you'd be feeling it thoroughly.”
Noticing his gaze going back from her eyes to below her hips, the pegasus realized what had Spike concerned: “Oh, that? Don't worry about that. I've just never had sex with a guy before. Didn't run into any where I felt like it.”
Dash felt there really was no good reason at all to tell Spike about that one time when she'd come on to Soarin and the Wonderbolt ace shot her down.
The young dragon's gaze was drawn back down to the small trace of blood on the pegasus, though.
“I'm sorry.” he said with a small and sad voice.
“Spike?” Noticing that he was still looking down, the rainbow-haired mare tapped her foot. “Eyes up here, Spike!” she commanded, pointing to her face.
When Spike's gaze met her, she stated: “I know that Rarity has sorta been coaching you on the whole boyfriend issue, but it seems she failed to mention a few crucial bits.” The pegasus drew a breath: “When you've had sex, the last thing a mare wants to hear from you is: 'I'm sorry'. It devalues the experience.”
“I'm … I see.”
That out of the way, she gave him one of her lopsided smiles: “You should know well enough that I don't do anything I don't want to, and won't hold back telling people if they screw up. So stop being all 'I'm sorry' and start being a little proud. I mean, you fucked the Dashie!”
Spike looked up, his back straightening out: “Yeah … Yeah, you're right!”
The young mare held out a hand: “Now come with me into the water! I bet you need a bath even worse than me.”
Spike took a breath, grinned, then jumped up and, ignoring the outstretched hand, grabbed the pegasus by the waist and carried her into the cold mountain lake, drawing a delighted squeal from the rainbow-haired mare. He kept wading forward until the water reached Dashes hips, who had wrapped her legs around his waist instinctually, then bent forward and dunked them both. Holding her tight he found her lips with his, and was still kissing her deeply when he let them both come back up for air several moments later. After a few seconds of making out, he broke the kiss and, looking deep into the girl's magenta eyes, spoke softly: “Thanks for being so smart.”
Rainbow Dash felt surprise for a moment, then booped her nose against the dragon's and replied smilingly: “Shush, you!” before returning to their kiss to hide her blush. Typically being around Twilight, Rarity and even Fluttershy Rainbow Dash wasn't used to being thought of as 'the smart one' – the compliment certainly felt nice.
While Rainbow Dash was far from feeling ready for another round, just making out with Spike in the water felt nice, too, and the two of them enjoyed just groping and playing around with each other – getting nice and clean in the process as a bonus.
After a while the water started feeling too cold for the both of them, and they laid down in the grass next to the lake, letting the spring sun warm them back up.
An hour or more passed in pleasant relaxation, until Rainbow Dash suddenly sat up: “Damn … I'm starting to feel hungry, and I forgot to bring lunch.”
Spike sighed, got up and walked over to some nearby bushes. Watching the pleasant sight of his muscles moving under his scales, the mare asked: “What are you doing?”
“Fixing it. Getting us food, of course.” came the dry reply from the dragon.
The athlete quickly looked around, but no food stall had magically materialized in the last couple of seconds. “How? We're in the middle of nowhere.”
Spike looked at Dash appraisingly: “We're in the middle of nature. Where do you think food comes from?”
While for Dash, as a pegasus, getting food usually meant a trip to a store or a restaurant, she essentially was aware that this was where earth ponies grew food, though she was also fairly certain that there wasn't actually a burger tree or a pizza plant. But she was curious about what Spike planned to do, and – given how thoroughly the dragon had pulverized her hips – didn't feel like getting up yet, so instead she got comfortable and replied: “Okay, smartass. Impress me.”
The sorceress assistant moved to a larger bush and – with some effort – broke off a long stick. 'I sure as hay hope he doesn't plan on serving that to me!' Dash thought as she watched Spike break off the side branches of the stick. But he discarded the only marginally appealing looking greenery and instead used his teeth to sharpen one end of the stick. The pegasus was getting an idea what he was planning as he used his dragon's fire to harden the point, but looking around she couldn't see any animals (and the thought of Spike gutting and dismembering an animal right in front of her did make her a little queasy). When the boy spread his large, purple wings and took off, Dash grumblingly hoped he wasn't planning on flying around for an hour looking for prey: they could've just as well flown back to Ponyville and gotten some real food in that case. But Spike instead flew and hovered over the lake, scanning the water briefly before he folded his wings and nosedived straight downwards, turning into a purple, arrow-shaped projectile. Dash watched open-mouthed as Spike impacted the water with a splash far smaller than his size would have suggested, and re-emerged seconds later victoriously swinging his makeshift spear and the fish impaled on it: “One fresh salmon, coming right up!”
Dash closed her mouth as she realized she had been gaping, and immediately exclaimed: “I call dibs on next!”
Her dragon friend was slightly confused: “Actually, this one was meant for you. I just thought I'd catch some more before I start with the fire and …”
“No!” the star flier interrupted him. “Not on eating that! I call dibs on catching the next fish!”
“Uh … okay?” Spike seemed slightly confused as he waded out of the water.
“Gimme that!” The rainbow-haired pony snatched the stick from her friend's hands and threw the fish to him without a second thought, intently studying the details of the makeshift spear instead.
Spike caught the fish and started to explain: “So … you want to pick your target from above, but make sure it's deep enough that you won't hit the bottom …”
“I saw you do it!” Dash interrupted him, annoyed. “I can figure it out.”
The dragon held up his hands placatingly, then stared in awe as Rainbow Dash took off at full speed – a sight that, despite how many times he had seen it, still impressed the heck out of him.
The flying ace, meanwhile, got to a comparable height to where Spike had been before and scanned the lake for a good target. There was no way she'd watch Spike do something that looked that fucking cool and not copy the stunt immediately. Finding a useable updraft she hovered, using a minimum number of wing-flaps to stay as still as she could. While Spike's huge dragon wings were a big disadvantage when it came to tight places and rapid direction changes, Dash did find it much harder and more exhausting to hover with her smaller, less raptor-like wings. But the ace did little other than fly every day, so what would have left other pegasi panting rather quickly simply meant a decent work out for her. It did not take Dash long to spot suitable prey, and after taking a moment to aim she folded her wings the way she had seen Spike do it and shot downwards towards the lake. In the moments it took her to reach her target she made minimal adjustments to her flightpath with her wings as her target was moving as well, and then the ice cold water surface hit her like a wall. The pegasus was dazed for a moment, surrounded by dark water, and lost track of where up or down was. But the star athlete knew well enough what to do and just relaxed, letting the air in her lungs carry her upwards towards the surface. The mare felt her head break free and sucked in a much needed breath, getting her bearings. She looked to her makeshift spear and indeed found the fish she had aimed for impaled on it. Swinging it victoriously in the air, she looked for Spike, and found him ruffling through some bushes.
“I did it!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed triumphantly.
“Good job!” came her friend's returned amicable return. He had already set up a little stone circle and gathered some firewood, and when Rainbow Dash waded on the shore – her wet wings had forced her to swim rather than fly – he lit the fire with his breath and took the fish from the pony, who shook herself to get dry more quickly. Spike used his claw to quickly and efficiently gut the fish and remove the entrails. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but feel a tiny bit envious at just how badass those claws looked: she knew that they were so hard that Spike had no trouble digging through the ground to find gems for Rarity with them. As she watched him assuredly impale the fish on the spear again to roast it, the pegasus asked: “So … since you have these awesome claws, why use a spear?”
“Well, it's …” Spike began, but then reconsidered. “You know how it's hard to catch flies with your hand but it's easy to swat them with your tail?”
“I can do it.” the star flier assured self-confidently.
“Sure, you can, but for most people it's quite a challenge. And it's kinda the same thing with the fish. They can see my claws coming and dodge them, nature has prepared them for that for billions of years, but they have a much harder time spotting a spear. At least that's how Twilight explained it.”
Rainbow Dash nodded: it made sense that the young dragon would go to Twilight asking for an explanation. “And why the campfire rather than just grill the fish with your dragon's breath?”
“If you like your fish coal on the outside and raw on the inside, we can do that.” Spike chuckled. “I can create enough heat to light up firewood, but I'd pass out trying to maintain a flame for long enough for a fish to be properly heated all the way through. And my dragon's breath is so hot the outside would be charred rather than tasty. Also, a campfire is just more comfy.”
Having scooted close to dry more quickly, Dash wasn't about to disagree.
Spike basically had to fight off Dash to stop her from eating the fish half raw, then seasoned it with some greenery he plucked from the undergrowth, and finally presented it to the star flier after what was entirely too long a time, according to Dash. Hungrily she dug in, quickly followed by appreciative hums as she enjoyed the taste. It was far better than the instant meals she usually prepared herself – to her it even tasted better than what she normally got at restaurants. Spike, on the other hand, frowned as he slowly chewed on his fish.
“What's wrong?”
“Needs a sprinkle of salt. And while I did find some thyme, it could really do with a bit of sage, and a few drops of lemon juice.”
“You're being really picky. It's damn good!”
Spike looked up, surprised: “Thanks. I'm actually fine with it, but I would like to cook something really nice for you, and this is far from the best I could do if I just had a few more ingredients.”
Rainbow Dash was surprised to feel her heart skip a beat at the dragon's honest words: she normally really wasn't keen on any of that nonsense mushy stuff, but Spike wanting to cook a tasty meal for her was … kinda cute.
Feeling herself blush at the thought of Spike doing wifey stuff at her … horribly messy cloudominium which she would definitely have to clean up before she invited him, the pegasus played it off by being playfully abrasive: “Well, if your future career as trophy wife for the owner of the biggest fashion empire in Equestria doesn't pan out, you can always fall back on becoming my house maid.”
At the mention of his long time crush, the young dragon started to fret: “Oh goddess! My date with her is tomorrow! What do I do? What if I screw it up? What if I say something stupid?”
Seeing Spike start to hyperventilate, Rainbow Dash decided to step in, grabbing the boys shoulder to get him to look at her: “Hey, big boy, calm down! You don't need to worry. You were plenty cool today, and Rarity really likes you. Just be yourself, and you'll be fine.”
“You really think so?”
Spike's wide eyed stare, proof of how much her opinion meant to him, made Rainbow Dash blush, letting go of his shoulder and turning away: “Don't make me say something like that again.”
“Thanks, Dash. You're the best.”
With that, the large dragon pulled her into his lap. And while Rainbow Dash wouldn't have admitted it, sometimes just cuddling was really nice, too.
Several hours later found them flying homewards to Ponyville. They had spent the day frolicking, resting and just hanging out in the sun. Being able to decide what the weather would be had its perks.
Looking at the setting sun, Spike yelled: “Wow. Time really flew by. I should barely make it back in time to prepare dinner.”
“Eager to get back to cook for your sister? I might still make you late, though.”
The draft prevented Spike from understanding. “What was that?”
“Never mind, just follow me!”
She signalled her wingman, who knew from their training how to respond, and steered towards a large, fluffy cumulus cloud.
Rainbow Dash hopped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and copping a nice feel of his well developed shoulder muscles as she answered: “You are.” before french-kissing him aggressively.
After a couple of seconds of the star athlete viciously attacking Spike's face, including a number of not too gentle love-bites, she briefly separated from him to immediately strip off the rather flimsy garments she was wearing, allowing her friend to finally get a word in: “There's just no stopping you, is there? What brought this on?”
Rainbow Dash, already naked, returned to her lover, aggressively tearing off his clothing: “They say that sex in the clouds is way different from down on earth. And better.”
“Better?” the young man asked, almost incredulously.
Dash playfully bit her dragon friend: “Yeah, I want to know, too.” She reached between them and undid his pants: “Let's find out.”
“You're insatiable. We went at it THREE times at the lake! You're going to wear me out. Not all of us can have godlike stamina like you do.”
“Then just lie back and let me do all the work this time.”
Keeping a tight grip with her legs around the dragon's waist, Dash leant back then pushed forward with force, toppling her friend backwards. The star flier knew cumulus clouds to be soft and fluffy, so the impact was cushioned well enough.
The young mare ground her already wet pussy against her lover's rapidly hardening dick: “Well, here's someone who isn't complaining all the time, but actually seems to be up for some exercise!”
Spike groaned: he had thought that bad word puns where his domain. The young dragon's main focus, however, quickly became the feeling of Dash's soft, slick pussy-lips sliding along his lower cock – not quite enveloping it yet, but Dash applied enough pressure so that her folds parted slightly as she ground herself against her lover. Looking down at the powerful dragon trapped beneath her and using him for her pleasure was quite a turn on for the Wonderbolt, but it wasn't enough. Dash wasn't known for patience or a subtle approach, so quite quickly she reached down and lined up the large, barbed cock with her slick entrance. A throaty groan was forced from her mouth as she sank down, spearing her still almost virgin pussy, already sore from having just recently been stretched so far for the first time ever, on Spike's hot, slightly twitching, lower barbed penis. It was a bit painful, but Dash was far too aroused to care. Decisively she pushed herself down, feeling the dragon's cock stretch her ever deeper inside, his second member rubbing against her outer lips and especially her clit, the little barbs adding amazing stimulation to the contact. Dash groaned and grabbed onto Spike for support: the intensity of the feeling made her head swim and she wasn't even quite sure where up or down was any more. When she finally felt her bottom make contact with her lover's scaled thighs, signifying that she had taken as much of him inside her as possible, Dash was panting and sweating from exertion. He was just so incredibly big, especially in comparison with Dashes small, lithe frame. The pegasus leaned back, turning her head up to the slowly darkening sky, and just took a moment to both enjoy the feeling and gather her bearings. As she bent backwards, she could feel Spike's huge cock press against that particularily sensitive region inside her pussy – given that she barely moved, the stimulation was nice rather than overwhelming, but pleasurably intensified as the little barbs on Spike's cock magnified every small movement she made. The hungry groan Dash could hear from Spike as she did this brought both a smug smile and an aroused flush to the pegasus' cheeks.
'Oh, so you like that?' she thought. 'Well, then let's try this!'
Not quite ready for a proper pounding, Dash instead started to gyrate her hips in circles while sitting on Spike's dick, which had the very pleasurable side effect that her outer lips were continuously grinding against her lover's groin. She could feel the dragon's searing hot cock twitch inside her, and the way he gripped her thighs, clenched his teeth and spouted little wisps of smoke from his nostrils told Dash that Spike definitely approved. As she looked down, the blue furred mare could see to her own amazement a bulge – the outline of Spike's dick – on her lower belly, and compare it to Spike's other cock that stood proud and free between them. Before she had not been in a position to really observe it, and it filled the athlete with amazement, and a tiny bit of trepidation, that she could actually fit something that huge inside her. Every time she moved the little barbs on the cock impaling her were tugging at what seemed to be every last fold of her while the small protrusions on the spire rubbing against her folds from the outside stimulated her labia and clit like a dozen little fingers gently scratching over her most sensitive areas. Frankly, it was just too much. The stimulation was too intense, and if she continued like this Dash knew she would come in no time – and she wanted a bit more pleasure and a bit more time in control before that happened. So a change in strategy was in order.
“Time to spice this up!” she announced, and lifting herself up she switched to impaling herself on Spike's top cock instead, the bottom one sliding between her butt cheeks. Assessing the situation, Dash found it slightly more comfortable: the intense stimulation of her clit was gone, this position made it easier for her to grind her pussy lips against Spike's groin, and she found the hot rod resting nestled in her ass crack surprisingly comfortable and arousing – it also allowed her to squeeze the dragon's second cock between her butt-cheeks. Continuing the circular motion with her hips – a bit like dancing, Dash thought – the pegasus took a moment to assess the situation, stretching upwards and ruffling her own hair a little. Another hungry growl brought her attention back to Spike, and the desire and straightup need she saw in his eyes alerted her to the view she had just treated him to.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” the young mare teased, keeping one hand behind her head and using the other to tweak one of her nipples. Spike's vigorous nodding made Dash feel even warmer inside than she had already been. An idea of how to sate her innate desire to show off flashed through her head.
“Well, then watch this!” she commanded, before joining her hands behind her head and lifting herself up using nothing but wing strokes, then lowering herself down again the same way. Such controlled ascending and descending over minute distances took immense strength – in flight even more so than pull-ups – and Dash knew Spike recognized this. Fluttershy would have been exhausted and quit after at most three, but Rainbow Dash wasn't known as star flier throughout the realm for nothing. And given how he was staring at her, his eyes wandering between her breasts and her face, he definitely found the way that this workout of her wing muscles made her breasts sway very alluring. Dash had a wide, self-certain grin on her face, even though she was beginning to work up quite a sheen of sweat and started to pant from the exertion. The pegasus relished exerting herself, and loved a physical challenge. And from how Spike's cocks were twitching, she figured he quite enjoyed both the hot and velvety insides of her cunt, as well as having his second dick sandwiched between her butt cheeks, which rhythmically clenched as she used her wings to lift herself.
Dash could see the exact moment that something in Spike's eyes changed. Initially he had just lain back, let her do the work and enjoyed the spectacular view of her toned body moving atop of him, crowned by her blushing and sweating face surrounded by her sexily messed up mane, but at some point that just wasn't enough, and the need to be more 'hands on' overcame him. As she came down on him, he rose up and caught her in an embrace, starting to lick and suck on her nipples. As she couldn't move vertically any more, Dash went back to gyrating her sex against Spike's: to be entirely honest she was happy for this development. For one thing, while this had been fun it started to be really exhausting, which made her appreciate the serious pounding Spike had given her earlier even more, and for another, while Dash didn't consider her breasts particularily sensitive or arousing, she quite liked that Spike seemed to very much appreciate them, especially given that most of her friends had a much bigger bust than her. But while Dash didn't have much in terms of cleavage, Spike certainly seemed to enjoy her shapely, perky breasts, given the way he was manhandling and nursing on them. His boyish fascination with her slightly differing anatomy allowed the pegasus a chance to catch her breath. Her little display of physical prowess had taken more out of her than she had anticipated – but then she already knew that exerting oneself at high altitudes was more tiring than on ground level. Her head was swimming a little, and so far she was certainly enjoying sex in the clouds as least as much as on the ground, if not more.
As Spike was kissing and licking Dashes breasts, one of his hands was on her back between her wings, holding her close and rubbing her tense muscles, while the other had snuck lower and was now groping the mare's tight ass. While overall the star athlete found that she was moving away from an orgasm rather than towards it, she still found the experience remarkably pleasing. Being held by her lover gave her a nice opportunity to run her hands over his muscled form, stroking, groping and exploring to her heart's content.
It did not take too long, however, for Dash to feel the need for a bit more excitement. This gentle lovemaking was nice, but Dash wasn't exactly known for being tame. Therefore, the pegasus reached for the dragon's chin and lifted his eyes up to meet hers: “So … are you content with this, or are you actually going to properly fuck me?”
Spike blinked twice, then, almost before she knew it, Dash felt herself being flipped around, her face pressed into the soft cloud by a large claw as her lover loomed above and behind her.
“So this is too soft for you, is it, Dash?” Spike growled in a deep voice, sending pleasurable shiver's down the mare's spine. “I'll show you just how hard I can pound you if I want to!”
“Yes!” She responded loudly. “Plough me! Wreck me! Show me just how strong and powerful you really are!”
In a much lower and rather worried tone (which the pegasus found a disappointing turn off compared to his earlier growling) the dragon cautioned: “Dash! You are being too loud! What if someone hears us?”
“Then let them hear us! I don't care! Let the whole world know that you, Spike the dragon, got to fuck the amazing Rainbow Dash!”
For about a second or so, Spike was completely still, but then he leaned forward, covering all of Dashes body with his larger one, and growled, back to his deeper, sexy voice: “Remember, you asked for this.” before lining himself up with the pegasus' lower lips.
Dash for her part was smiling like mad: finally he got the message.
The dragon's first thrust literally drove the air from the pony's lungs. Rainbow Dash found that while she quite enjoyed being on top and in control, being held down and ploughed from behind felt even better for her. Once again Spike's thrusts were so forceful that the lighter pony was gradually shoved forward towards the edge of the cloud. Eventually, when she could already see the ground far below them, she managed to hold onto the fluffy substance with her innate pegasus magic, but the risk of being literally fucked over the edge by her lover was a huge turn on for the star athlete. Every time the dragon pushed forward, the lithe mare's pussy was filled and stretched as far as it possibly could, while every time he pulled back the little barbs on his cock stimulated every last fold in her pussy. The burning mixture of pleasure and pain was rapidly stoking an inferno in Dashes stomach.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Faster!” Dash wasn't even really sure she could even take harder or faster, but damned, she was going to find out!
“You are one tough mare, Rainbow Dash.” her dragon lover commented admiringly, before doing his best to give his pegasus lover exactly what she asked for. Spike straightened back up, gripping Rainbow Dash's hips so that he could pound her as hard as possible, pulling her backwards each time he thrust forwards. The impact of his thighs against her buttocks were as hard and as loud as slaps. In a desperate bid not to entirely lose control of herself, the athlete bit into the cloud she was holding on to for dear life, but since this was just fluffy vapour, she inadvertently ripped a hole into the cloud, the piece she had bitten off dissolving to wet mist between her teeth. Dash did her best to hold back, retain control, delay cumming for just a little bit longer, but found that she could not. Spike's cock, driven into her like a steel-hard, spiked piston, forced an orgasm of epic proportions from the lithe, young mare. As her pussy contracted in pleasurable spasms Spike did not give her any respite, continuing to pound her as hard as before, the scream that was being forced from the blue-furred athlete's lips being cut up into smaller segments, each one punctuated by the dragon's brutal thrusts ending with a slapping sound as his thighs connected with her butt. Dash's head was spinning and her vision turned to black from lack of oxygen as she experienced an orgasm more intense than any she could have ever imagined. Only when the drawn out wail had completely petered out, no more air being left in the pegasus' burning lungs, did her lover finally slow down and give her a much needed chance to finally catch a breath. Dash had collapsed, and, no longer being pulled back up by the dragon, no was flat on her stomach. Spike laid on top of her and after a few seconds growled in that wonderful deep voice of his: “I hope you didn't think we're finished, because I sure as fuck am not.”
Dash barely had a second to process what the young dragon had said before he started sawing in and out of her still twitching, overstimulated pussy again. He was taking her significantly gentler and slower than before, but with how sensitive the young mare was from just having orgasmed harder than ever before in her life, the tiny barbs rubbing back and forth over her swollen, wet folds pushed that wonderful, fine line between pleasure and pain. With her lying on her stomach rather than kneeling the angle of penetration wasn't quite as good, but the dragon's thrusts didn't reach as deep either, which in this situation the small, young pegasus preferred.
Even though Dash was quite a stretch away from being able to have another orgasm, she found just lying there and being pounded by the huge dragon immensely pleasurable. His aroused grunts and the obvious great pleasure he took from banging her added to the amazing stimulation provided by his barbs sliding back and forth within her pussy. Secretly, Dash was amazed that Spike hadn't cum yet, but their multiple rounds at the lake had probably really taken it out of him.
The hole that the pegasus had ripped from the cloud earlier hadn't filled up again yet, so with her hands gripping the rim of the feathery white island they were on, she had a nice view of the landscape below them. Gazing down from the cloud, Rainbow Dash was amazed to see another pony sitting against a tree near a meadow underneath them. For a moment, Dash felt like blushing: there was no way they hadn't been heard. But then she found she really didn't care: yes, she was an adult mare having amazing sex and being vocal about it, and anyone who didn't like that could go sod themselves with a fire iron.
Looking closer, the pegasus recognized the yellow coated mare: Bon-Bon or something like that was her name; Rainbow Dash had seen her around in Ponyville, but never really gotten to talk to her. But judging by where the earth pony's hand was in her panties, the mare was definitely enjoying the show. Well, Rainbow Dash was nothing if not a star performer, and the thought that her lovemaking had aroused another mare to the point of masturbation was a huge turn on for her. If it was a show Bon-Bon wanted, Rainbow Dash would be happy to deliver. She made sure to moan as loudly and as sexily for their little voyeur as she could, adding some sultry talk to give the earth pony a good insight into the amazing sex she was listening to.
“Fuck, Spike! You're so big! I love how you're just holding me down and taking me with your awesome strength.”
Dash could tell by Spike's pleased growls and his increased tempo that he certainly enjoyed her dirty talk as well.
“Pound my tight pony pussy with your huge dragon dick! Stretch me so wide I won't be able to walk anymore!”
The star athlete could see that Bon-Bon was getting close from the rapid movements of the earth pony mare, and decided to kick it up a notch for the finale.
“Make me cream all over your massive dragon cock! Mark me and pump me full with your hot seed! Ruin me for anyone else but you!”
Spike roared and grabbed her rainbow-coloured mane, pulling her head back forcefully and biting into her shoulder, and deep below them Bon-Bon stiffened and froze for a few seconds before slumping against the tree she leaned on. The rough treatment and feeling her dragon lover twitch inside her and pump her full with his hot seed triggered another, though smaller orgasm for Rainbow Dash – she was a bit behind them, but managed to ride it out nicely, rubbing her clit to get fulfilment herself.
Spike slumped down on his pegasus lover, obviously completely spent after the thorough pounding he had given her. Dash considered waving at Bon-Bon, but didn't want to alert Spike to the fact that they had had an audience for their tryst. The dragon was panting, his hands still roaming over the pegasus toned body: “Damn, Dash, you are amazing, that's for sure. I hope you can fly this cloud straight to the library, because I'm toast.”
Rainbow Dash laughed, and decided she'd take care of that later. For now she just enjoyed lying in her lover's strong arms and watched the sun light up the sky in a brilliant display of crimson hues as it set.
